Stephen Turns Over
A while back I wrote a story called “Sandra Turns Over,” about my wife Sandra, or rather, about her big sexy ass. And how, after she put on some pounds after a few kids, she got into my playing with her ass, and finally, into my fucking her ass.
It usually starts like this. We start making out, my hands going all over her curvy body, feeling her heavy breasts, her soft belly, her love handles, then down to that gorgeous big ass. My hands slides between her legs and sometimes she’s already dripping wet and her pussy seems to suck my fingers inside. That’s when I really love to go down on her, when she’s just pumping the juices out and I can smear them all over my face as I lick her and she moans and grinds against me.
I push her thick thighs up and grab that glorious ass with both hands, kneading its soft round globes. I lick my way down from her pussy to her asshole and start flicking around the little wrinkled edges with my tongue, then digging into it. It relaxes a little and I delve my tongue in further, she starts pushing back, like she wants something to push in further, to really force her asshole open and give it a good workout.
One night, I wetted one finger in her pussy and then began to trace the outline of her asshole with the intention of sliding it in. I felt sure she was in the mood for ass fun, but to my surprise she slid away from me and sat up. “Lie on your stomach,” she said.
Aha, so this is what she has in mind, I thought. Once in a while she gets so into the idea of ass play that she wants to give it back to me, like she did after that first time I fucked her ass. She slid a pillow into place and I straightened my hard cock under me so it was comfortable.
Then she climbed on top of me and began kissing my neck. The full weight of her was on me, her big breasts pressing against my back, her body meeting mine all the way down, engulfing me… then she slid down, her dangling breasts brushing their way down my back, then over my ass, where she pressed them against my buttocks, then slid between my legs.
She split my legs apart and I felt her face move between my cheeks, and her hot tongue flick against my asshole. She did that for a moment and then I felt a finger slide in, ripping its way inside me, pain and pleasure, shock and desire all at once. She began to slide the finger in and out as she moved up a bit, her big tits rolling against my back with each thrust.
She pulled the finger out. I looked up, assuming she wanted to fuck, but she pushed me back face down. I lay there for a few moments, listening to her rustle around, not sure what she was doing. Then she was behind me and I heard a pop, like a cap opening. A moment later I felt cold lube running down the crack of my ass and her finger spreading it inside me. What was she planning, two fingers? Something brushed against me, or bounced…
And I knew in an instant. She spread my ass open, poised between my legs. And then I felt silicone press against my asshole, and start to push my asshole open.
Really, properly speaking, one should be asked first if one wants a cock in one’s ass, even an artificial one. But I hadn’t asked before I shoved my cock in her ass, I had wooed her along in a state of pre-orgasmic delirium, her consent in the form of moans of pleasure. Now the dildo began to force its way in, opening me up wide. I had two choices, it seemed to me– be a hypocrite and probably spoil ass play for good between us, or take it like a man and let her have her fun as I’d had mine.
I arched my butt up and prepared to get fucked.
The dildo slid in all the way, and once it was deep inside me I felt Sandra’s full weight against me, driving it. Fucking me. She slid back out and then– wham, that was a real fucking, the full weight of another human as they shoved their dick deep in your ass. Wham! Another one, splitting me open, electrifying nerves all the way up my ass chute. I felt her tits brushing against my back as her heavy hips put their full force against my ass.
“Do you like it?” Sandra whispered as she lay atop me.
“Nnnnnh,” I said.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that,” she said, giving me an extra-rough thrust to show she wanted real answers. “Tell me what you like.”
“You, doing me– nnnnh.”
“Doing what?”
“You… fucking me.”
“Fucking what?”
“Fucking my ass.”
She grabbed my shoulders and fucked harder. “You like being fucked in the ass?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes I like nnnnnh being fucked in the ass nnnnh.”
“What do you like about it?”
I stopped. “I have to turn over. I’m about to break my cock.”
“Okay,” she said, and pulled the dildo out of my ass. “But we’re not done with this yet.”
“Fine,” I said, and rolled over onto my back. There was my wife, in all her curvaceous soft and chubby glory, with a bright blue dildo bouncing off her mound, attached to a black strap harness. I have to say, I never expected to see that.
She grabbed my legs and pushed them in the air; then I watched as she aimed her blue dildo right at my ass and– oh yes yes yes, slide it in baby. “Fuck me,” I croaked.
“I planned on it,” she said, and then the thing slid deep into my bowels again, lighting me up like the streets of Vegas. “You like this? Getting fucked?”
“Yes I like getting fucked–”
“By my cock.”
“Yes I like getting fucked by your cock,” I said, bucking against her with my ass, wanting her to split me open, ride me hard, take me.
She fucked me for several minutes, but eventually I had to stop. It was simply too much. She slipped the harness off and then she knelt between my legs, licking my balls, popping the head of my cock into her mouth. It only took a moment before I was shooting an enormous load into her mouth, which she vacuumed up greedily.
Lying side by side a few minutes later, I was dazed by desire, by the willingness and hunger of my big, ripe, juicy wife. “So you liked getting fucked by my cock,” she said to me, running her hands over my chest.
“Could there be any doubt,” I said.
“No, I suppose not,” she said. “I liked seeing you getting fucked by my nice hard cock.”
“God, you’re just incredible,” I said, and I meant every word.
She looked at me for a moment, like she had something to say. And then it came out, the next idea from my wild, unpredictable wife, “I think I’d like to see you getting fucked by a nice hard cock, while you’re fucking me at the same time,” she said.
The End
The Wrong Elevator
It took less than thirty seconds. It was a piece of cake, no sweat, easy as pie. After tasting the chicken, cooked so well done it was dry, and the baked potato that wasn’t hot enough to melt butter, Carly tried the vegetables. The broccoli medley would have been better raw, it may have been tender if served well done, but it was leathery in between. The dessert chef must have forgotten to add sugar to the whipped cream, but it didn’t matter, by the time the meal part of the banquet was over, the dry chocolate cake had absorbed the cream, so few of the attendees ate their dessert. It was annoying that the servers didn’t bring coffee to their table until the Master of Ceremonies stood to introduce the special guests.
One couple across the table was making out so blatantly, the man had one of his date’s legs draped across his lap. Carly’s escort had imbibed so many pre-dinner drinks he was no longer watching his words or where he put his hands. Although she had moved away from him every time he tried to do so, he was using his inebriation as a pretext for permission to put his hands inside the top of Carly’s evening gown. He made several attempts to nibble on her earlobe, but it did not seem to deter him when she turned her head. At his suggestion they skip the speeches and check in to one of the upstairs hotel rooms, Carly decided she had had enough.
When the standing ovation began for the second dignitary, Carly slipped away from the table, and walked quietly toward the nearest set of double doors. While a man folding a cell phone returned to the roomful of applauding idiots, Carly walked out. She did not look back. She didn’t worry about her boss sitting at the next table. She was even less concerned about her date, the son of her employer. She simply left the big banquet room. It was an escape.
Carly walked about twenty feet down a hall and joined a couple stepping into the nearest open elevator door. Expecting to go down one floor to the building’s ground floor, where she could find a taxi, she was surprised to see the numbers above the door indicate the elevator was going up. Oh well, it would eventually go down and she was at least free of being mauled any worse than she had already been groped and pinched for the previous two hours.
The couple who got on the elevator at the same time Carly did, left on the fourteenth floor, leaving Carly alone for the remainder of the ride. Two floors later, the doors opened showing the inside of a very dark room that resembled a lounge, a salon, or a very exclusive club with thick expensive rugs over glossy hardwood floors. Widely placed leather couches, club chairs, and a few low tables created several seating areas. It didn’t look like she needed to walk in the front door of the club; she was already inside the club and what she saw fascinated her.
Unaware she took a step forward, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, a well-dressed man waiting to enter the elevator stepped back and held the door long enough for Carly to take another step for a better look around, before he walked inside. The way he looked her up and down as the doors slid together, caused Carly to wish she had not listened to her sister about what to wear under her new gown. She wasn’t quick enough to catch the doors, although she wished she had been faster, because that was the moment she realized she had left her evening bag on the table sixteen floors below. Carly’s disappointment grew, when she discovered there were no elevator buttons, instead there was a keyhole.
“How much?”
Hearing a man’s voice, Carly swirled around, the side slit of her gown flaring around her legs. “I beg your pardon?”
“How much?”
At the same time she examined the man leaning in a softly backlit doorway across the room, he looked at her from the softly curled hair, the clinging full-length evening gown, and her dark red toenails.
“How much what?” Carly asked, as the man, dressed in a dark suit and stark white shirt and tie, walked across the dark room and held out his left hand to capture Carly’s hand. He pulled her a little farther into the room, slipped his other hand between her arm and her body, and slowly ran his hand down to just below her waist, the slinky fabric, bereft of undergarments clung to her curves.
The elevator gave a soft ding to indicate its arrival. As the doors opened and Dan turned to look behind him, Carly saw a nearly naked blonde standing in the elevator.
He raised his voice, “Get lost,” and took his hand from Carly’s waist to wave the blonde away, adding, “Tell Josh I’ll take the first one.”
Before it occurred to Carly to join the blonde in the elevator, the doors slid shut and she heard the sound of the elevator moving.
As Dan turned around, Carly looked at the tall dark-haired man who squeezed her hand. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “What did he pay you for a whole day, ten, or more? Never mind, I’ll double it, and you’ll do as I say.”
Mentally shaking herself, trying to understand what this man was talking about, Carly repeated, “Pay me?”
As if he was speaking to someone only half-conscious or who did not understand the language, the man explained. “Whatever my brother Josh Hunter, promised to pay you to be the gift for my birthday, I’ll double it. Then I can expect you to do what I want, rather than what my brother paid you to do.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know a Josh Hunter.”
“Ah, I see. Then for your information, I’m Dan Hunter. Do I get to know your name?” Dan spoke as he released her hand and turned to walk toward the elevator, pulling a ring of keys from his pocket. He inserted a key into the key hole, and turned the key.
“Carly, ah, Carly Glenn,” she announced and walked to the elevator expecting the doors to open soon so she could go down.
Trying to listen for the sound of the approaching elevator, she watched Dan walk across the room, swing a painting away from the wall, and use another key to open what looked like a wall safe. He reached inside and removed two stacks of currency with bands around the middle.
“Twenty grand, right?” He asked as he tossed the money on a nearby table, closed and locked the safe, and then swung the painting back into place.
Finally beginning to understand, Carly laughed,
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m not that…I’m not your date.” She couldn’t resist a little more laughter escaping when she added, “I was just trying to leave a boring evening, and took the wrong elevator.”
She watched him look at the elevator, both of them probably thinking about the half-dressed blonde he sent away. Dan, however, was not thinking about the blonde dressed in a black leather mini-skirt and bright blue bandeau barely covering her over-sized breasts. He was looking at the slender Carly, feeling a tingle in his groin at the sight of the softly gathered shoulders of her gown that went down the sides of her back, leaving a great deal of skin showing, and then clung to her softly rounded hips. A slit up one side showed a high heel sandal, a shapely calf, and one-half of a thigh. Her dark red dress molded itself to her with each step she took.
Carly stepped back to look above the elevator doors expecting to see what floor the elevator was passing and then turned to ask Dan, “Did you send for the elevator to take me down?”
“No,” he shook his head and walked behind a long richly carved wooden bar. “What can I get you, wine, champagne, or a single malt scotch?” He paused after each one while Carly shook her head, although he did notice she faintly nodded her head when he mentioned the scotch whiskey.
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“Then will you do that, please? I mean, call the elevator?”
“No, I locked the door. I think I’ll keep you.”
A tingle of apprehension went up Carly’s spine and lodged at the back of her neck, causing her to lift her arm and rub that spot. The movement of her arm pulled the deeply plunging neckline of her dress across one breast and left the other side of her gown in a wide gap exposing most of the other breast, just barely concealing the tip. She was not looking at his face or she would have seen Dan swallow, lift his chin, and lick his lips.
Although Carly had watched Dan splash whiskey into two glasses and add small amounts of water, she was still surprised when he walked from behind the bar and put both glasses on the table where he had earlier tossed the two stacks of money. He walked to where Carly stood and took her elbow, led her back to a sitting area, and told her to have a seat and enjoy her drink.
Instead of sitting down, as Dan requested, Carly folded her arms across her chest and tapped the toe of one high heel shoe. “Mister Hunter, please call for the elevator, I’d like to leave.”
“Relax,” Dan said, falling down to the low seat. “You’ve already been missed by your companions. The rest of your evening is ruined and you don’t have anywhere else to go. Sit down and keep me company for a while.” He left unspoken his wish that he had been her date for the evening, or that he was very pleased about her mistaken elevator ride.
He picked up his drink and leaned back into a comfortable slouch as he grabbed Carly’s hand and tugged until she sat down, while he kicked off his shoes and crossed his ankles on top of the low table. “I’m probably better company than the people you left, so let’s enjoy what’s left of the evening.” With his hand holding his drink, Dan indicated the money on the table. “You’ll get your money when you leave.”
He took a small sip of his drink and asked, “What do you do? Where do you work? What’s your time worth, two hundred, three hundred, or maybe five hundred dollars an hour? I’ll pay you a thousand dollars an hour, up front. Right now, all you need to do is have a conversation with me. Is that too much to ask?”
Carly looked at Dan, “Is it really your birthday?”
The man laughed, showing a genuine display of emotion, which to that point he had not done. He leaned back against the couch and nodded, “Yes, it’s my birthday.” He lifted his wrist and brought it closer to his face so he could see his watch in the darkened room, “At least it is, in a couple of hours. I’ll be double digits, thirty-three. How old are you?”
Carly giggled, enjoying his sense of humor. “I’ll be double digits in a few months.”
“Damn, you’re a baby,” Dan chuckled. “You’re a dish, but you’re still a baby.”
Looking at the man out of the corner of her eye, she picked up her drink, took a sip, and nodded about the taste of the whiskey, before she asked, “A dish, huh?”
“What? You’re looking for compliments?”
“Not really, but I guess every female likes to know the way they look appeals to a man.”
“You appeal, honey, oh yes, you appeal,” Dan nodded, acknowledging his own comment and the bump of his growing erection, hoping the darkened room did not allow her to see too clearly. “I thought my brother had finally gotten it right, for a change.”
“What do you mean, for a change?” Carly asked as she half-turned to face Dan, and leaned against the corner of the couch. She was beginning to relax in Dan’s company. He hadn’t made any sudden moves, was being hospitable, and she had discovered she liked him, for his sense of humor, if nothing else. He was certainly better than the drunken idiot she had left at the banquet. She tried to ignore the fact that he was the kind of man that usually attracted her attention, tall, dark, intense, and handsome.
“Let’s see,” Dan looked up at the ceiling, which caused Carly to do the same. Now that her eyes were better adjusted to the available light, she liked the lack of lighting in the room. A faint light from the room behind them barely showed a warm wood grain in the panels of the ceiling and walls, and the elegantly framed paintings and other furnishings in the room. It occurred to her that she had been mistaken; this was a private living room, rather than a club. However, she turned her attention back to him when he began to talk, “Once, there was a stupid parachute jump out of an airplane. That turned my stomach up, over, and then down. I threw up when I landed and I’ve never been able to walk onto an airplane since then, unless I am liberally medicated.” He lifted his drink indicating his favorite medication.
Carly laughed for a moment, but admitted, “I don’t think I could do that. Jump out of an airplane, I mean.”
Dan agreed, “Yeah, I’ll never try that again.” He put his drink on the table beside him and turned his head to look at her as he talked, “Another time, there was a deep sea fishing trip. I was sea sick the whole time, turned green, and urped up my toenails. Likewise, I don’t get near water any deeper than my shower.”
Carly could not resist laughing at his description. Much as she would have done for a child, she put her hand on his cheek and spoke quietly, “Poor baby, it sounds like birthdays are not always happy days for you.”
Dan lifted his head, leaned over and kissed her quickly and softly on the lips, “Is that going to cost me extra?”
Carly’s fingers went up to soothe the tingle on her lips as she shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“If it isn’t going to cost me extra, then I’m going to do it again, but this time, I’m going to enjoy it.” He lifted his hand, put it at the back of Carly’s neck, and pulled her forward for a soft, very thorough, kiss while his other hand was sliding down her back as far as her waist, encouraging her to move a little closer to him.
Then he let go of her, picked up his drink, and asked, “Now, where was I?”
“You were telling me about your brother’s strange birthday gifts.”
“Ah hell, I’m tired of me. It’s your turn to tell me about you.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Let’s see, where you were born, through the first time you were kissed, and include what you were doing tonight when you got on the wrong elevator.”
“That sounds like you want my life history.”
“Yeah, that’s enough, to start with.”
As they talked, he removed his jacket and talked Carly into taking off her shoes. A short time later, he loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. They laughed, he refilled their drinks, and Carly moved farther down into the corner of the couch. Her head rested on the arm and she crossed her ankles then tucked her feet behind him. Eventually he removed the heavy cufflinks from his wrists and rolled his shirtsleeves up a couple of turns.
She discovered he was the General Manager of the hotel. After a quick phone call down to the front desk, a server retrieved Carly’s evening bag from the banquet room. When the front desk called to let him know they had her bag, he hung up after saying, “No calls.”
Occasionally he checked his watch, once saying she had forty-seven minutes before she would need to wish him a proper happy birthday. In seemed like such a short while later that Dan stood and commented that it was a few minutes to midnight. He walked across the room and moved behind the bar, picked up a bottle of champagne, and began the ritual of opening the wire holding the cork in place.
“Hey,” Dan motioned to Carly to come over to the bar. “You gotta come help me celebrate my birthday.”
While Carly walked across the room to watch, he opened the bottle, both of them laughing as the cork sailed across the room. He placed the opened bottle on the bar and put two champagne flutes beside it. Dan walked around to the front of the bar, poured two glasses of the bubbling wine, and put his wrist on the bar, as they leaned over to watch the second hand on his wristwatch.
At five seconds before midnight, they lifted their champagne glasses, entwined their arms, and chuckled about how cheesy the gesture was, but enjoyed it just the same. After a sip of the delicious wine, Dan took Carly’s glass and placed it on the bar with his own, and then pulled her into his arms.
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“Wish me Happy Birthday,” he said and before she could do so, he was bending his head to kiss her.
His mouth trailed across her cheek, down her neck, and across her collarbone. As his lips moved the softly gathered material of her evening gown off her shoulder, his hands moved down her back, slowly lowering the short zipper at her waist.
Dan lifted his head to whisper in her ear, “Now I can unwrap my birthday gift.” He pulled the dress off her other shoulder.
Before Carly could think, react, or speak, the dress slithered to pool at her feet, leaving her absolutely naked. He caught her hands before she could cover herself, holding her arms away from her sides.
“OH!” Carly only managed one sound as she tried to twist away, before Dan had his arms around her and he was kissing her again. He held her tightly, preventing her movement. A moment later, she had no wish to escape as his mouth sucked on her lower lip. His tongue scraped across the sharp edges of her teeth and gently touched the tip of her tongue.
When he let her go, she started to bend to pick up her clothing, but Dan moved a step forward to stand on top of her evening gown. “I like you better like this,” Dan’s voice rumbled inside the darkened room as he ran the backs of his fingers across the top of her breasts, wishing he could see well enough to know if chills formed on her skin.
“Dan, please.” Carly’s voice vibrated as she crossed her arms and rubbed her hands up and down her upper arms as if she was suddenly chilled.
As if he had not heard her, he opened another button at the top of his shirt and then pulled the shirt out of his pants, grasped both sides and ripped the shirt open, buttons pinging around the room as they landed. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled the shirt off, putting it around Carly and helping her put her arms in the long sleeves.
“Is that better?” He asked as one finger trailed down from the soft spot at the base of her neck, between her breasts, brushed through the dent of her belly button, and then drew a soft circle through the closely trimmed pubic hair of her mound.
“Dan?” Carly looked at the man, his dark eyes looking down as his finger moved back up to her neck, until he cupped her chin in his hand.
“You don’t want to be my birthday present?”
“Yes…I mean, no…but…” Carly stuttered and tilted her head toward the table behind them. “I’m not that kind of…” she shook her head, unable to find the words she wanted to say.
“I know you aren’t. It was stupid, but I didn’t want to let you leave.” Holding her chin, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. “Will you please help me celebrate my birthday?”
Carly nodded then whispered, “Yes, I would like to wish you a very Happy Birthday.” She placed her hands on the top of his bare chest and slowly moved them downward until they rested on his belt. Her hands trembled as she opened the buckle, the button, and slowly unzipped his pants, before dropping to her knees, taking his pants down with her.
“Carly, you don’t…”
“Please,” she interrupted him. “I’ve only tried this once, but I want to give…” and then she did not speak as she held his pants for him to step out of and then did the same for his boxers. He watched her as she carefully removed his socks and ran her hands up and down his lower legs. Then she moved her hands up the front of his thighs touching him slowly, in a caressing way, in no hurry, watching her hands as they moved over him, his erection swaying slowly above her. She finally moved her hands upward, grasped his cock in one hand, and held it as she licked off a bubble of precum and swirled her tongue in her mouth, a surprised smile coming and going across her face. Then her mouth closed over the head, the heat of her mouth sending a chill across his shoulders and down his spine as she slowly began to suck on his cock. Her movements were tentative and slow as if she was getting used to the feel of him in her mouth.
“Oh God, oh mercy,” he breathed as his knees bent slightly before he once again straightened up as her other hand slid between his thighs and turned to cup his balls. It was a glorious feeling, her warm mouth gently taking more and more of his cock in as her tongue swirled over the swollen head then back and forth across the sensitive spot on the underside. Dan trembled as Carly’s hand slowly massaged his scrotum, gently pressing her thumb between his balls, moving it from side to side, and softly across each ball, tentatively exploring him.
Her mouth slid back and forth, causing Dan to groan and grit his teeth, until she drew her head all the way back, leaving his cock wet and glistening with her saliva and her lips pursed around the swollen purple glans. Dan looked down, watching Carly run her tongue around the head and turn to the side to do the same to the rounded ridge on each side, and then taking him deeper into her mouth as she continued to move her head back and forth. She was not moving quickly, it was a slow erotic discovery of the size and shape of him.
Finally, over the initial intense feel of her mouth, Dan was slowly realizing what Carly had said right before she engulfed his cock. She said she had only tried this once before. Two hours of watching this enticing young woman had left him with a raging erection that barely subsided before he was painfully hard again. He knew he was not going to last long, but he did not want to draw this out, either. He wanted her in his bed, his mouth on hers, his cock in her, her legs wrapped around him, and his arms wrapped around her.
He had to warn her, but his mouth did not want to form the words, “Sweetie, Carly, oh my God, I’m not going to…oh please. I can’t…I’m going to cum, honey.”
Carly nodded her head as she drew back and then sucked his cock back into her mouth. Dan felt the sensitivity increase as if there was a steady vibration behind his balls. He groaned as he felt his cock expanding in her mouth until he was cumming in a huge spurt. Carly’s eyes and checks bulged and then she swallowed, doing so again after a few minor aftershocks.
His breathing was hard, panting, and he was blowing out as he exhaled. To avoid holding her mouth against him and shoving his cock down her throat, he had his hands on top of his head as if he needed to hold it in place to prevent an explosion.
Carly did not move. She knelt in front of him, a small portion of his softening cock in her mouth, resting on her tongue as she breathed through her nose. When Dan looked down, she was trying to smile. He leaned over, put his hands around her upper arms, until she released the suction and his cock popped out of her mouth,
Dan pulled her up into his embrace, “Oh baby, oh honey, oh my God. That was wonderful.”
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Carly swallowed again and spoke in a voice barely loud enough for him to hear. “Did I…was it right?”
Dan put a finger across her lips, “Sh-h-h, sh-h-h, don’t. Whatever you do for me, or I do for you, it’s because one or both of us enjoys it. Now I’m ready for my birthday present.”
Taking her hand, he pulled her across the room and through the doorway where she had first seen him standing. She found herself in a large bedroom, lit only by the lights of the city coming through the large windows. With a wide sweep of his arm, Dan pulled the covers off the bed and backed Carly up until the edge of the bed hit the back of her knees and she sank down, with Dan crawling on top of her, holding her down, his hands roaming over her as he kissed her until she could not think.
After a minute, Carly began to move across the bed, lifting her knees and planting her heels on the bed to propel herself away from Dan. For more than two hours he had been so calm and such a gentleman, his sudden aggression was startling.
Dan stopped and rested his forehead against hers. “Wait, Carly, wait.”
“I left the banquet. He’s a Vice-President…and he…he thought…” Carly took a deep breath, “Oh gracious, I’ve already made my boss angry by leaving. And the money…I can’t. Dan, I don’t do this. I’m not…”
“I know, I know, I wasn’t thinking. I’m no different from any other man, including your date tonight. I have a luscious woman in my arms and all I could think of was taking what I want.”
Carly placed her hand on his cheek and looked in his eyes, “Then make this a birthday we will both remember. Dan, make love to me.”
As if he now had permission, no longer concerned she would try to leave, Dan kissed Carly, as he had not done before. He kissed her slowly, teased her with his tongue, and played across the seam of her lips. He tasted her, moved his mouth across her cheek to her ear, kissed her gently there and behind it, and enjoyed her as she moved her head to give him access. Dan kissed down the column of her throat to her neck, found a spot on her neck that caused chills to form under his mouth, and then he slid back up to her mouth, and stole a quick, hard, tongue-teasing kiss, before he lifted his head to see Carly was smiling at him.
He kissed her mouth again, hard, and heard her soft moan, and he lost it. The kiss took on a life of its own, growing in intensity, in need, in depth. He tasted her lips, pushed his tongue inside, and mated it with hers. Oh God, she tasted delicious! He wrapped his arms around her, and felt her responding and moving beneath him. It turned him on even more, but now was not the time, he was not going to rush this. He let her go slowly, and saw the dazed look in her eyes, taking satisfaction that she was no longer trying to evade him.
He had to tell her, he had been thinking it all evening. His voice was shaking when he asked, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“I thought I was a dish?” she chuckled and blushed.
“A dish, yeah, but you’re beautiful, too.” His head began to clear from the deep earth-shaking lust. “I’d sort of like to have my shirt back.”
Carly lifted one arm, the cuff at the end of the sleeve hanging below her hand, “You mean this old thing?” She tried to joke, but her voice turned serious and tremulous. “It smells just like you. I was kind of planning to keep it.” She lifted the collar beneath her chin, held it to her nose as she closed her eyes, and inhaled deeply.
Dan watched her face as she enjoyed the smell of him on his clothes; it was so sensual he almost stopped breathing. She did not even realize how she looked, the ecstasy on her face, or the small shudder that moved through her body.
He slid his arms under her and deftly turned over, taking her with him, landing on his back with her sitting on top of him. He put his hands under the shirt on her waist, slid them upward until they rested right below her breasts. “Forget all those stories about lingerie, stockings, and all that stuff. To me, the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen is you wearing my shirt. I gave it to you because I thought you were cold, but it’s preventing me from looking at you.”
As if she was now comfortable with him and ready for him to see all of her, she slowly slid her arms out of the sleeves of his shirt and allowed it to fall behind her. She did not take her eyes from his as she nonchalantly flipped the shirt away and then she put her head back while she held her arms out, displaying herself to him.
“Oh my God,” he whispered. He had spent time with her, talking and laughing, and had learned a few of her mannerisms. He had seen her when her gown fell, but the other room had no windows, and her back had been toward the light, leaving her in deep shadow where he could only guess at what she really looked like. Now, with the faint lighting from the night sky and the glow of the city shining directly on her, she was glorious. Her breasts were not large, but they were heavy, with dark areola and small nipples right in the center. Although he wished for spotlights directed on her so he could see what color her eyes were and the color of her skin, he would content himself with what he could see. He could tell her skin tone was slightly lighter where a swimsuit would cover her. He was somewhat surprised to see that her tan line showed she probably wore a full body suit, not a bikini. This young woman was a private person who did not display her body for others to see.
He lifted one hand and then the other, softly brushing his fingertips across her nipples, feeling the tiny buds growing harder beneath his touch. He cupped his hand around her fullness, hefting the weight and felt the hardened points against the palm of his hand. When touching was not enough, he moved his hands to her back and pushed against her, encouraging her to lean forward until he could brush the flat of his tongue across a tip, and then suck her into his mouth. He moved to her other breast, loved it with his tongue and pulled it into his mouth, finally releasing it, and watching as it sprang free, to shimmy with it’s weight and was left glimmering and shiny with his saliva. When he moved his mouth back to the first breast, his arms dropped down, resting on her thighs, while his hands held the softness of her hips.
Carly brought her hands to the back of Dan’s head, holding him as he suckled, her body vibrating with intensity. He felt her chin come down to rest on top of his head. She was curling herself around him as he paid homage to her beauty. He felt moisture from her heightened excitement beginning to spread across his skin and the tingle in his groin as he responded to the smell of her arousal. He could not recall ever being so enchanted by a woman. When he could finally take his mouth from her, he rested his face between her breasts while she stretched out full-length on top of him.
Dan slid one leg to the side, lifted his knee, and slowly rolled over, allowing Carly to slide off him, onto her back. He had been with sexually aggressive women who would take charge and tell a man what to do and what they wanted. There had been a very few who seemed so detached, they would lie still making him wonder if they had gone to sleep. However, until that moment, he had never been with a woman who seemed to know what he wanted from her without his asking or moving a muscle, as if it was a sense she had of being a part of him, moving with him and for him. When he lifted his hand to brush her soft curls from her face, Carly’s hand moved to cover his. When he put his knee between her legs, she lifted one knee to give him access to her warmth, and then let her knee fall over to rest against him, holding his leg between her thighs. As he leaned over to kiss her, she lifted her chin and parted her lips to receive him, and when he moved his mouth to her cheek or the curl of her ear, she turned her head. She was giving herself to him without restraint.
She was not silent, yet she did not speak. She pursed her lips and made quiet sounds, a gentle, “O-o-o-h” which quieted into a deep inhale of breath, or a barely heard “Ah-h-h” that turned to a quiet exhale. She said his name in a long slow breath, as if she was descending into a deep valley, and then over and over as if speaking his name matched the beating of her heart.
He tasted her, rested his mouth on a vein at the side of her neck, and felt the blood rushing through her body, while her hands moved up and down his back, his arms, and across his shoulders, learning the feel of this man who wished to worship only her. His fingers traced each of her ribs as her chest rose and fell, her breathing fast with her increasing excitement. His hands held her breasts while his cheek felt the strong beating of her heart. He lavished both nipples with his tongue and they rose, going from soft and pliable, to erect and stiff, then to near pulsing with a life of their own. His saliva kept them wet and the coolness of the room caused them to grow even stiffer.
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His tongue encircled the ridge around her navel and her sharp intake of breath told him she liked attention lavished there. He traced the outer perimeter making smaller and smaller circles then pushed into the heart of her navel with his tongue, feeling her stomach lurch upward. Circling and circling, and then stabbing once more, he continued to tease her until her breathing grew faster and she was pushing against him.
He moved away from her belly button, tasting her skin until his chin was resting on her fleshy mound. Carly raised her shoulders and caught his face in her hands with a question in her voice, “Dan, I don’t know…I’m not sure…”
“Let me do this, sweetheart.” Dan kissed her quickly, “This is my birthday present.”
She did not demure or offer resistance, Carly parted her thighs, while her breathing deepened as she put her head back and relaxed. Dan took a deep breath, understanding the amount of trust she was giving him. With his eyes closed, he could smell her, the aroma of desire and passion, sweet, dusty, alluring, and waiting for him to sample what she offered.
Spreading Carly’s legs quite revealingly, he began to lightly caress Carly’s wide openly displayed pussy, running the tips of his fingers up and down the folds, spreading her juices, pausing to tease the hood over the hard pink nubbin of her femininity with the gentle tip of a finger. Carly moaned pleasurably, closing her eyes and effectively shutting everything out.
When Dan was confident that Carly was truly ready, he moved, placing himself comfortably between her legs and allowed his tongue to begin doing what his fingers had been doing only moments before.
Her scent was maddening. Dan had to have her in his mouth. He didn’t know if it was instinct, or something a man learned, but he pointed his tongue, and lightly licked up the angle between her thigh and her pussy, over the top, down the other side, and back again, enjoying her taste and the heat of her growing arousal.
Carly squirmed beneath him, but not in some effort to get away, more in an involuntary control as her body responded to the titillating sensations that Dan’s tongue and lips were bringing to her.
Dan put his hands under Carly hips and lifted her to his mouth, pushing his tongue deeply into her and then replacing it with his fingers. Carly moaned audibly, her back suddenly arching upwards off the bed beneath her.
“Fuck,” Carly said so quietly Dan doubted she was even aware she’d uttered the word as she slowly lifted, and then lowered her hips.
Suddenly Carly’s eyes flew open. “I…I…maybe you’d better stop doing…” She sounded near panicked. “I’m starting to feel…” She breathed harshly.
Dan spoke, though briefly, remaining down between Carly’s legs. “Relax, that’s what I want you to feel,” he explained. “Just let it happen, give into it and trust me.”
Carly threw her head back and sighed, as he ran his tongue around her inner labia. She squealed when he roughly sucked her labia into his mouth, and ran his tongue up and down the slit between them.
He slowed for a moment, and then rested his tongue on her clitoral hood, before searching, once again, for the bud that lay within.
Then he found her clit, his eyes widened. Carly had a little button, now nearly covered by her clitoral hood that he had to probe with his tongue to find.
He had found it, and he circled it with his tongue, as once again, she moaned with the building of her orgasm.
She was rocking hard now. He flattened his tongue to let her rock her pussy on it, and he felt her clit growing harder, and smaller, as it began to retreat under the hood, indicating she was close to orgasm. He thrust two fingers hard into her, as she shuddered. He moved his fingers curling them upward to rub across the small rough inner “G” Spot.
“Now, baby, let it go. Cum for me honey,” he pleaded.
“Oh god, oh…oh fuck!” She wailed suddenly. At that moment, Dan sat up slightly, his fingers taking over for whatever his lips and tongue had been doing.
A second later a flush of clear liquid exploded from Carly’s cunt in a wide forceful spray that literally drenched Dan’s still stroking hand, splashing directly against his chest, coating him in a wet oily substance that dripped down as though someone had thrown a full glass of water against him.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Dan continued to urge, as Carly’s pussy continued to pump out additional little spurts. Each one that followed was similar, though not in the same volume of eruption that the very first one had been.
He licked his way around her opening. She quivered, and gasped, as he ran his tongue up and down her slit. His excitement grew, as he rimmed it and licked it. He heard her quickened breathing and felt her orgasm build, and he took her clit in his mouth and sucked.
She thrashed, and kicked, and squirmed in the throes of a violent orgasm, and suddenly she cried, “Stop, stop, stop.” Startled, Dan pulled his mouth away. “Oh God, Dan,” she whimpered.
She was sobbing, and whimpering, but she didn’t show any sign of pushing him away. He went back again, blowing on her clit, tickling her lips with his tongue and giving her clit little flicks. She began to sigh again, and breathe hard, as another orgasm built. This time, he only teased her clit, and suddenly she humped, grabbed his head, and ground it into her pussy, as she came in a long, shuddering orgasm, whimpering, and crying.
Carly all but collapsed at that point, exhausted, surprised, and even began weeping.
“It’s alright Carly. It was wonderful.” He assured her as he moved up to gather her in his arms, holding her as she shuddered, panted, and shook. “Thank you so much for my birthday gift.”
“But you didn’t…we haven’t” Carly’s breathless, yet tearful, voice was muffled by her position against Dan’s neck. He felt an occasional after shock as his hand moved up and down her back, soothing her.
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“We have the remainder of the night and all day tomorrow.” He lifted his head to look at the clock on the table beside the bed. “There’s still twenty-two hours to celebrate my birthday. I plan to keep you in this bed for as many of those hours as I can.”
“Oh my, oh God, I’ve never…I’ve heard…” she chuckled against him as she tried to voice her wonder. “Do you feel…does a man feel like that…is it that wonderful?”
“I don’t know, but I plan to find out.” He truly felt that something this special with Carly would be different from every other experience he’d had with a woman.
“Can we…I mean, can we do that now. Can you?” The wonder in her voice cause Dan to feel he could conquer anything.
“Now? Are you sure?”
“Oh yes, very sure.”
Dan lifted his shoulders, separated Carly’s thighs, and moved between her legs, slowly stroking himself back to full hardness. He raised her knees and pushed two fingers inside her, collecting some of her moisture, and saw her shudder as he probed her sensitive tissues.
“Watch us Carly, watch me.” Dan spoke quietly to her, waited for her to lift her shoulders to look between her legs. He spread some of her wetness on the head of his cock and braced one arm beside her.
He held his cock until he was touching her, moved his cock up and down collecting more moisture, and slowly began to enter her, growing harder as he felt her heat.
Carly looked up at Dan’s face, “More, more.” She put her head back and lifted her hips.
Although he wished for a longer moment just inside her softness, he could hold his position for only a moment, her invitation was too hard to resist. He pulled back and moved a little farther into her and stopped again, savoring the sensitivity of the end of his cock, a feeling so exquisite he could not think straight.
He waited, feeling her adjusting to him, before he moved a little deeper, pulled back and then pushed again, feeling enclosed in her soft velvet. It was an agony, the need to bang and slam against her, into her, and with her. He wanted her to know the beauty of what he could give her, the ecstasy they could share.
He pushed again and felt the delicious slap of his balls against her as he pressed against her cervix. He pulled back and then thrust back inside, beginning his slow dance of pleasure. While he could do so, he watched her face, seeing the wonder of her eyes looking up at him, her smile of joy and delight. As he moved slowly, he teased her, leaned over to kiss her quickly, and listened to her murmuring.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh like that, oh yes.”
“Squeeze me Carly, hold on to me.” He felt her muscles clench. He breathed hard, and whispered, “Oh yes, again.”
He moved in and out a few times, waiting for her to join him in their polonaise, “Lift your hips, my love, and move with me.”
As he moved above her, he watched her lovely breasts move, wanting to stop to taste her again. He looked down between their bodies, watching his cock emerge from her, slick with her moisture. Her engorged folds held him and folded back as he moved into her.
Dan gritted his teeth and was barely able to instruct her, “Put your legs around me, and hold on, babe.”
Then he was pounding into her, bumping his pelvis against hers. He did not want to stop or slow down, he wanted this, needed this, and demanded it, as harder and harder he slammed into her. It was a lust, a frenzy, an animal need he had to satisfy.
For a few moments he watched her face, but could not speak, could only wordlessly plead she join him. Dan felt her response, heard the squishing sounds when his pelvis hit hers. He saw her face turn red, almost angry at her intensity, and then her eyes widened as she began to tremble and shake before her hips were pounding beneath him. Her hands moved up and down his arms, and then braced against his shoulders, bracing herself, holding on to him.
He closed his eyes, sweat beaded on his back, rolled down his face, his arms burned, and the ache in his lower belly grew until it hurt when his body touched hers. His cock expanded, hurting with the delicious pain of his cum bursting into her. He roared with his pleasure, unaware of his primal voice or the intensity Carly saw on his face. His head dropped, jerked back, and then dropped again with the last few movements of his hips, no longer in the even rhythm of their dance.
He had no strength left, he could not move, he could only lower his chest to rest against her, breathing hard, panting with his exertion, already wanting her again with an intensity he could not believe. Yet he was…… unable to do anything to celebrate what she had shared with him.
As the fog of his lust cleared, he could barely manage a smile as he heard Carly whispering in his ear, “Happy Birthday, Dan, Happy, Happy Birthday.”
The End
My First Real Job
I buttoned my mint-green and white striped blouse, brushed my long brown hair free of the fabric, and looked at myself in the mirror. Perfect. The color complemented my light green eyes, but more importantly, the blouse accentuated my best asset, my prominent and, so I’ve been told, perfect rack.
I was headed to campus for the Career Fair, and wanted to find the right balance between flirty and professional. While I’m confident in my resume and educational background, I also see no reason not to take advantage of all of my assets, including my appearance. And if I’ve learned nothing else over the years, I do know that my 36D tits always draw attention my way.
My name’s Kylie, and I’m 22, excited to be graduating from college this spring with my Business degree. I’m a popular, outgoing, and confident young woman. When I’m not in classes, I like to stay in shape and love to spend time at the beach with my study buddies, keeping up our tans as we keep up with course readings.
Anyway, back to my story. Since I don’t have any job offers yet, I figured the Career Fair was worth my time. As I entered the Student Union Building, I was awed at the sheer chaos of it all. The entire first floor was filled with tables staffed by business reps, surrounded by nervous young prospects, each person talking louder than the next to be heard. The university’s banners announcing the event were everywhere, trumped only by the many give-aways at each table: pens, keychains, individually-wrapped chocolates and mints with company logos.
As I began to make my way through the crazy scene, it took me a few moments to gather up the courage to elbow my way up to the first few tables and introduce myself. But soon I was in the thick of it with the rest of the crowd, pressing my way to the front of each line and making my case as the best prospect for whatever entry-level position this particular firm was currently hiring.
I had probably been there for about an hour, discouraged that I wasn’t finding the job of my dreams, when I came to his table. The company, which I won’t name, was national, and I was surprised that they had sent a rep to our school’s event. Unlike many of the other companies, who had two or even three reps crowded behind their table, there was just one man here: tall, dark and handsome.
For a moment, I hesitated, intimidated by my attraction to him and his calm, confident demeanor. But when I noticed his eyes quickly dart to my chest when he thought I wasn’t looking, I realized the playing field was even, and I made my move.
“My name is Kylie,” I said to him with a smile and an outstretched hand. “I’m graduating this spring with honors, and would love to hear more about the opportunities with your company.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Kylie,” his eyes meeting mine only for a second as he shook my hand; he seemed mezmerized by my tits! “My name is John. Let me tell you a little bit about what we do, and what we’re looking for.”
As we talked, he impressed me with his grasp of the business, and I felt that I made a good impression as a talented prospect. Other students came to the table occasionally, and John would excuse himself from our conversation to chat with them, but always returned to me and my chest.
“Listen, Kylie, I’d like to talk with you more, one-on-one. I think you show more potential than anyone else I’ve met today, but we can’t really get anywhere with all the noise and interruptions. Could you meet me here at 5, when the fair is over for the day, and I’ll buy you a drink, so that we can talk more?”
I was thrilled, and didn’t for the moment care whether it was my brains or my tits that had gotten me this extra chance to pursue a great job. “Absolutely, I’ll see you back here at 5. Thanks, John!”
I had just enough time to go back to my apartment, so decided to change my clothes so that I’d be a little more comfortable for what might be a late evening. I knew better than to change out of my lucky blouse, but did switch from my business black skirt and pumps to a pair of great-fitting jeans and flats. After tying my hair back and touching up my lipstick, I headed back to the campus, not wanting to be late.
He offered me a smile as I walked towards him; he was busy talking on his cell and simultaneously packing what had been on his table into a small suitcase on wheels. “Thanks for coming back, Kylie. Walk with me?”
I happily followed him just a few blocks off campus, to his hotel. He escorted me to the bar, where he ordered our drinks - scotch neat for him, on the rocks for me - and then asked that I wait as he went upstairs to drop off his things and freshen up.
As I waited for him to return, I found myself thinking about the situation. Even though I knew this was how professional networking took place, and that he probably just wanted the chance to interview me in a quieter setting, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had other plans for the evening. And how I wouldn’t mind in the least if he did.
Before I had gotten too far with this daydream, or with my drink, he was back. I guessed at his age as I watched him walk towards me - late 30’s? 40? One drink turned into two, and then into dinner, as our conversation flowed easily, and it was clear neither of us wanted it to end. As I gazed into his eyes and soaked it up, he explained what was so exquisite about the single malt scotch we were drinking, walked me through the finer culinary points of the dinner menu, and described some of what he liked to do in his spare time.
I learned more about the company, he learned more about me, and we gradually fell into the flirtateous game of introducing more and more physical contact into our conversation. First, he touched my hand as he laughed at a joke, then I moved things forward by brushing against him as I got up to visit the ladies’ room. All the while, it was obvious he couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts.
Finally, I took a bold step, catching his eye and slowly unbuttoning one button of my blouse. I was still decent from the perspective of others in the restaurant, but was offering him a stunning view of my cleavage. I held my breath, waiting and unsure of his reaction, but I was soon pleasantly surprised. Reaching across the table, he grazed two fingers past one of my breasts, momentarily squeezing the nipple. “Would you like to come upstairs with me, Kylie?”
I immediately nodded, excited at the prospect of intimacy with this guy. A bit tipsy, I leaned against him as we walked, and he pulled me into a kiss as we rode upstairs in the elevator. As soon as we were through the door to his room, he quickly finished unbuttoning my blouse, tossing it aside and grabbing my tits, kneading them vigorously for a few moments before also unhooking my black lace bra and tossing it aside as well.
I expected him to begin undressing as well, or to move on to unzip my jeans, but instead he continued his attentions on my breasts. His hands still working them, he walked us over to the bed, where he pushed me to sit on the edge as he kneeled in front of me. In this position, he was face-to-face with my ample, perky bosom, and he immediately began sucking on my nipples, one by one, giving them more attention than they’d received from every guy I’d ever been with, combined.
He also seemed delighted with the tan lines left by my bikini, which frankly barely covered my tits, leaving triangles of pale white skin around each nipple. First with his fingers and then with his tongue, he traced each of these triangles again and again, and my nipples soon jutted out, fully erect. I could feel my clit throbbing, and all this foreplay was making me quite wet.
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Looking down, I could see the prominent bulge growing in his slacks, and wondered when he’d make his move. The college guys I’d been with would have had their cocks in my mouth or pussy by now, but John seemed completely content to suck, knead, lick, pinch, and fondle my breasts. My mind wandered for a moment, and I imagined him as the veteran hitter, content to stand on second base after hitting a double, while the young guys were striking out trying to slam one out of the park.
Just as my nipples were beginning to get sore from their constant erection and his constant attention, he pushed me down so that I was lying on the bed. Finally. But before I could reach to unhook his belt or unzip his fly, he had stood up and walked a few steps to a table next to the bed, from which he picked up a small bottle. Lubricant? But why? I had never been so ready.
He stood over me, turned the bottle upside down, and squeezed, several drops of the warm gooey liquid landing on each of my breasts. I could feel my skin warm at the touch of it, and also noticed a strong fruity scent - was that strawberry? I had to admit, the feeling was sensational as he smeared the lube around on my skin, leaving my tits glowing with moisture and my nipples even more erect. He put the bottle back down and quickly stripped, tearing off his shirt, whipping his belt from his slacks, and stepping at once out of both slacks and boxers.
As he stood over me, naked, I gasped at the impressive girth of his cock, definitely larger than what I had experienced before, and I reached for it with one hand, hoping to stroke him until he was ready to fuck my mouth or my tight little pussy. I hadn’t gotten the hint about the lube on my chest.
Before I could touch him, or reach down to unzip my jeans, he was on top of me, straddling my chest, his hard cock pressing against the skin of my chest. OK, fine, more foreplay. I pressed my tits together for him as he began to move slowly back and forth between them, the lube making the motion smooth and easy, and the tip of his cock reaching my lips with each stroke. I was dying to touch myself, to rub my clit, to slip a finger into my pussy, but I knew I couldn’t reach far enough with him straddling me.
I also knew I didn’t want to let go of my tits. All the attention he had given them, combined with the warming lube, had made them more sensitive than I ever knew they could be. Grasping them more firmly now as I pressed them together for him, I began squeezing my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. I let my mouth fall open, licking my lips as I looked up into his eyes. As he began to thrust harder and faster, I opened my mouth wider for him, and pleasured the tip of his cock each time it reached my tongue.
It was right about then that I realized this wasn’t just foreplay. We weren’t leading up to anything. This was a sex act in itself, and the thrill of fucking my hot perky young tits was going to bring him to orgasm. I was still desperately wet, my clit tingling and my pussy feeling empty as he pounded away, his thick cock jutting in and out of sight between my perfect tits.
“Yes, Kylie, that’s it, press them together for me, your spectacular tits and your tight cleavage are so hot!”
I was fascinated. Even though I knew my tits were a guy magnet, I had never been with anyone so obsessed with them. And I had never let a man cover me with his cum before. The thought now turned me on as being incredibly naughty.
“Oh, Kylie,” he moaned as he approached his orgasm, and his thrusts became irregular. With no warning, cum shot out of his cock, some of it hitting me in the eye. I gasped and pressed my eyes shut instinctively, so was unprepared for the next spurt as it shot into my mouth. I opened my eyes as I tasted his cum for the first time, rich and salty, a nice contrast to the fruity smell of the lube which had filled the room as he fucked me.
He was still moaning above me, holding his cock in his hands and guiding his load so that his cum covered my breasts, hit my cheek, landed in my hair, dripped from my chin. I was shocked at the length of his orgasm and the size of his manly load.
When he was finally done, he collapsed on the bed next to me, completely spent. I was a sticky mess, with my own needs thoroughly unsatisfied. Or more accurately, unfulfilled, if you get my drift. And yet somehow, it had been the most erotic experience of my young life. I felt so sexy from all the attention from this attractive, confident older man.
I closed my eyes and took it all in, the sticky warmth on my skin, the smell of sex filling the room, and my hands instinctively moved towards my crotch. I quickly unzipped my jeans and peeled them off, tossing them to the floor. My panties were quick to follow, leaving me finally naked. Pulling one leg up onto the bed and leaving the other dangling over the edge, I began to stroke my clit with my left hand and brush my right hand against my dripping wet pussy lips.
Before long, I was completely lost, exploring all the feelings which had built up deep inside as John had pleasured himself with my tits. I wasn’t even aware of him leaving the bed or returning, but he obviously had, as he now pressed a freshly damp washcloth to my skin, gently cleaning away the remainder of his cum. All the raw lust he had displayed while fucking my tits was now replaced by a profound tenderness, and this vast spectrum of his passion turned me on even more.
As I continued to touch myself, my eyes still closed, he began covering my body with wet kisses, beginning all around my face, and gradually moving down my torso, until his mouth replaced my hands on my pussy. No man had ever gone down on me, and I couldn’t control the moans as he slowly licked from my pussy to my clit, nibbling gently every few strokes. Just when I began to writhe beneath him, the start of a profound orgasm coming over me, he pulled away and climbed onto the bed, pulling us into a new position.
He kissed me passionately, and I realized I was tasting my own juices for the first time. My own salty juices, mixed with a faint reminder of the fruity lube he had licked from my skin, and an even more distant flavor of the scotch from earlier in the evening. My current senses overwhelmed, I finally opened my eyes, just in time to see him positioning the tip of his cock against my pussy lips. I sighed deeply as he pressed slowly into me, and when he finally bottomed out, I was filled more fully than ever before.
He remained inside of me for a moment, motionless, as he again shifted our position. Grabbing one of my ankles in each hand, he pulled my legs up until my feet rested on his shoulders. Once there, he finally began moving in and out of me, and almost immediately my long orgasm began again. I could immediately tell it would be unlike anything I had experienced before.
I had never enjoyed so much foreplay before sex, never been so wet and ready for someone to fuck me. I realized now that I had never before cum with a man inside of me. As John kept his motions regular, with slow, deep thrusts, I could feel a warmth build deep inside. Soon, I could feel my pussy muscles clenching around his sliding cock. I couldn’t have remembered my own name at this point, but somehow I managed to open my mouth to ask John for what I needed to achieve the ultimate pleasure.
“That’s it, John, I’m cumming. Yes, fuck me harder now, faster, deeper. Keep going, yes, keep going. Oh, god…”
I couldn’t speak anymore, only feel. As he pounded me, I lost all control, my juices flowing around his still-hard cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. It was the longest, most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. As I gradually came down from my high, John slowed as well, until he finally pulled out of me and once again collapsed on the bed next to me.
Propping himself up on one elbow next to me, John spoke after a long silence.
“Kylie, I want you to know that you had earned a job even before the first drink tonight. But I’m glad you chose to join me. How was it for you?”
I could only smile.
The End
Cowboy Up
Belle flopped down in the fluffy yellow easy chair; she kicked off purple shoes that had five inch heels. She closed her eyes, remembering how he slid his dick deep into her shaved pussy. Her vaginal juices seeped onto the sheets. He leaned down and thrust his tongue in her mouth with the same stroke he thrust his cock inside her.
She met Chance out dancing one night. He looked exceedingly handsome in tight blue jean wranglers and an olive green Polo shirt. He defined “Texas Cowboy”. He lacked a ten gallon hat from making the picture complete. Belle sat alone; she had arrived with a friend who had taken off for lands unknown with some guy she met. As she gathered her stuff to leave, someone tapped her shoulder.
“Hey pretty lady; don’t tell me you are leaving. I just got here,” he said. “My name is Chance and I’d be honored to have this dance.”
Belle shook her head. “I have to be getting home.”
“Before you go, I have one question,” he stated. “Will you take off your shirt so I can see the tag? You look like you were made in Heaven.”
“I have heard that pick-up line before,” Belle giggled. “Think of another one.”
Chance pulled her coat from her arms and hauled her out on the raised dance floor. They two-stepped around the oval. Chance held her so close she could smell his Stetson cologne. Sighing, she gave into the feeling and rested her head on his shoulder.
“What is your name Pretty Lady?”
“Belle…”
“My momma named me Chance because she said any woman would be lucky to get a chance with me.”
Giggling, Belle furrowed her head deeper in his shoulder as they moved around the dance floor. “I like the name.”
“I just know your Mommy named you Belle because you were so beautiful.”
“It is a family name,” she explained.
Belle felt his hand under her chin. Chance turned her face up so he could see her lips. Without asking, he bent over to brush her lips with his.
Startled, she took a step back. “What was that for?”
“Sorry, ma’am, I could not help myself. You are truly Heaven on Earth.”
“I didn’t mind it,” Belle sighed. “I just wasn’t expecting it.” Wanting another kiss, she turned her face back up to his.
Chance didn’t need to be asked twice. He danced with her until the bar closed down; stopping to kiss her now and then. As the bar closed for the evening, he helped her gather her belongings and walked her out to her Cabriolet. Before she could open the door, Chance pinned her against the side of her car and kissed her. Magic happened then. Chemistry flew. Hands roamed at will.
“Come back to my house,” Belle said breathlessly while making sure her clothes were intact. “Follow me.”
“I’d follow you anywhere,” Chance replied as he held open her door. After making sure she buckled herself in, he climbed in his blue Silverado. In a matter of minutes, they were on their way. She only took made a couple of turns, but the drive seemed endless.
After pulling in her driveway, she put a mint breath strip in her mouth. When she exited the car, Chance was already there. They kissed all the way to the door. After finding her house key, Chance took them from her and opened the door.
She barely stepped over the threshold when she felt his warmth behind her. He nuzzled her neck as she reached over her head to hold him. Belle felt him fumbling with the hem on her rose baby-doll shirt. She took a step back and coyly smiled in his direction. She pulled the shirt over her head revealing the pale yellow bra which confined her voluptuous breasts.
Confidently, she stepped forward. Belle stood tall for a girl, but she did not come close to his lanky frame. As she removed his shirt, he obligingly bent over so she could get the garment over his dark hair.
“Mmm,” she thought when she saw his smooth, muscled chest. She noticed something that startled her.
“You have tattoos?”
“Have a couple,” he murmured against her neck. He never stopped nuzzling her when he answered.
“Tattoos are sexy,” Belle purred as his mouth found the sensitive spot on her neck. She made a mental note to look at them later.
Impatiently, she fumbled with the button and zipper on his wranglers. Taking the hint, he swiftly unhooked her denim mini skirt; it slid off her slender hips. He laughed to himself because he stood there with his jeans hanging around his ankles because his boots were still on. She stood there in her coordinated bra and panties.
Chance swiftly removed his boots and tucked them out of the way. He took her in his arms again. With their tongues intertwined, he removed Belle’s bra. Kissing his way across her flat stomach, he removed her lacy panties.
“Which way to your room?” he whispered as her clock chimed three times.
“Down the hall. First door on the left.”
He stood up and swept Belle off her feet as he carried her to the room and gently laid her on the bed. Not saying a word, he positioned himself in between her legs. Chance’s mouth ravished her cunt. She knew he was quite adept from the way his tongue alternated between rapidly flicking her clit and making long, leisurely licks up her slit. She moaned. He engaged his hand in the foreplay. He inserted two fingers in her already warm pussy while continuing the oral assault. Chance’s fingers found her G-Spot and she started bucking against him, but like a true cowboy, he held on for the ride.
Her stomach clenched. She could not catch her breath. Belle thrashed against her bed sheets. “Oh shit!” Belle screamed in delight. “Do that again!”
Chance paid no heed. He began working his way up her torso; kissing and licking the way; his lips found her breasts. Sucking a nipple into his mouth, his right hand plied her womanhood. His tongue swirled the nipple in his mouth. He gave a playful nip to one of her buds. He intoxicated her with the headiness of his lips on her bosom. While his hand feverishly worked her pussy, Chance enjoyed the creamy taste of Belle’s nipples.
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