With a wink, he asks, “Surely a hottie such as yourself is able to get laid anytime she likes, so that’s not the problem?”
I laugh, and confirm that indeed, I have no trouble finding men who want to get inside my pants.
“But I notice that you didn’t object when I brought up sex, so that makes me guess that your unfulfilled desire is sexual, perhaps something you think is a little kinky?”
This time, I blush hotter than I have before. I feel like my entire body must be bright red. Before I can stop myself, I nod, confirming that he is on to something.
“Since you’re here with me, I’m assuming your desire isn’t to be with another woman?”
“Right.”
“And more to the point, since you’re here with me, there’s something that intrigues you about being with a strong, exacting man.”
After a long pause, he continues, “An older, demanding man. You want to be spanked, don’t you?”
I immediately break eye contact with him and look down at the table, humiliated. He’s right, of course, but I hadn’t admitted it even to myself until I heard the words come out of his mouth. And his perception has left me feeling terribly exposed and vulnerable.
“Look at me, Amanda. Amanda. Look into my eyes. You don’t need to be ashamed. Tell me what you want.”
I blush once more, and squirm in my chair, but don’t take my eyes off his.
“I want you to spank my ass.”
He smiled, and let my admission float in the silence of the air for a moment before replying.
“I thought you looked like you needed a spanking. Why don’t we finish up here and go back to my place?”
After a short drive, we arrive at his place. Nothing about the apartment surprises me; it is impeccably tidy and organized, but also very warm and inviting, with beautiful artwork gracing the walls and candles, which he proceeds to light, everywhere.
He leads me to the bedroom and asks me to sit on the edge of the bed. Moving slowly and methodically (or does it just seem that way to me, my heart racing), he opens his closet door and then the lowest drawer of a dresser within. One by one, he pulls out various objects and places them gently on the bed next to me.
A silk cloth. A belt. A leather paddle. A long, thin, carved piece of wood. A small metal rod. A plastic ruler. I’m terrified, but also intrigued. And wet.
Standing over me, Joshua asks, “Amanda, are you sure you’re ready to do this?”
I nod, looking up at him with a combination of bewildered innocence and excited lust.
“OK, then I’m going to ask you to follow my instructions. Keep in mind, you need to trust completely and follow instructions exactly, otherwise the punishment may be even greater.”
I nod again, and await his first instruction.
“Stand up, turn around, bend over, and keep your hands on the bed.”
When I did so, I realized that I could no longer see Joshua, or the various implements he had set out on the bed. It was then that I truly realized my vulnerability. With no way to anticipate what was coming next, I couldn’t possibly prepare myself. I was completely at his mercy.
SLAP. I recoiled, jumping away from the pain, but quickly remembering his instructions and resuming my position.
“Good girl. That was my hand. Would you like it harder? Softer?”
“Softer.”
SLAP. His touch was ever-so-slightly less harsh. And so our rules were established. He was in charge, and I was to follow his rules, his directions. But he would ask what I liked, ask for my guidance for his next touch. If ever I forgot myself, and reached back in an attempt to take control, the punishment was swift. He would grab me by the hair, pressing his body into mine, and whisper into my ear, reminding me of our respective roles. His warm presence, his body enveloping mine, was a comforting but firm lesson.
One by one, he introduced me to each of his toys. For a time, I remained fully clothed. Then, without warning, he yanked my dress up to my waist and pulled my panties down to my knees. Now I felt the harsher sting of each object against my skin - wood, metal, plastic. The pain was incredible, but the rosy warmth that took over after each swat melded with the psychological turn-on of giving up control, and before long I was begging for more.
I quickly learned that my favorite was his hand. He alternated between the lightest brushing of my skin, causing me to quiver with excitement, to the hardest slap of his big hand against my ass, and every touch in between. He would occasionally reward me by letting his hand travel to quickly brush or slap my clit, only to return his attention to my ass before I could move too far towards orgasm.
Suddenly, after a particularly hard slap that left me whimpering, he stopped. Seconds went by, perhaps a couple of minutes, I really couldn’t tell. I knew better than to turn and look, and was left alone with my own thoughts and my oh-so-tender ass. Was it wrong to enjoy this so much? Should I worry about the dark reasons behind the fact that I had sought out an older man to spank me? Why was I turned on so much more by tonight’s scenario than I had ever been by the standard dinner, movie, and a quick fuck with a guy my own age?
Just when I was on the verge of an answer, understanding that tonight’s encounter involved more mutual respect and intimacy than your typical wham bam thank you ma’am, he was back. He pulled my panties all the way off now, helping me step out of them and tossing them onto the bed in front of me. He pushed my legs further apart, leaving my dripping pussy completely exposed.
I jumped as he pressed the cold metal rod against my clit, but began writhing against it as he left it there, pressed firmly against my skin. Just as I was getting into a groove, the rod was gone. Again, I whimpered. Then, silence. More empty time and space, as I wondered what was coming next.
I could feel his warmth as he approached me from behind. He was naked now, and I moaned with pleasure as his cock easily slid between my legs and came to a rest against my pussy. Then, another unexpected sensation, as I felt some sort of cool gel land on my lower back from above. He slowly began massaging my skin, starting with the small of my back as he rubbed his cock rhythmically on my pussy lips.
Soon, his hands were on my ass, but this time with no violent swats, only the gentlest soothing touch as the cool lotion served to ease the pain of my red-hot skin. Gradually, he worked his fingers towards my tight asshole, squirting more lotion there as he arrived.
“Relax,” he whispered into my ear, and I responded instantly, my body melting completely into his. Had I known what was coming next, I might have risked the inevitable punishment to object, but by this point in the evening, I had given up trying to anticipate his next move.
He pulled his cock away from my pussy, replacing it with his hand, and thrusting three fingers into me. Groaning with pleasure, I ground against his hand, ready to move towards the orgasm that I assumed he would finally allow me to enjoy. Then, in one smooth motion, he pulled out his fingers and forced several inches of his hard cock into my ass. I cried out with shock and pain, and he froze, waiting for my virgin ass to adjust to his girth.
Soon, pleasure overwhelmed pain, and I allowed him to begin slow thrusts, first just a few inches, then finally his whole shaft. For the first time that night, I felt the roles of our little spanking game slip away. He was beginning to lose control, and was going to allow me pleasure unencumbered by instructions or suspense.
He was soon fucking my ass with total abandon, slamming into me with powerful, fast thrusts. After his hand had fallen from my pussy, I reached back to stroke my own clit, knowing he was too much in the moment to punish me for moving my hand.
I began to succumb to a powerful orgasm, my entire body throbbing with pleasure. I squealed with pleasure as my juices shot from my pussy. Joshua quickly reached down, caught what he could with his fingers, which he then forced into my mouth as he finally let himself go.
He pulled out of me just in time to shoot his load all over my still-tingling ass cheeks. I collapsed onto the bed, and he soon followed suit, slowly stroking my ass as we both recovered from our powerful orgasms.
After making sure I was OK with what had taken place - and I assured him I was more than OK with it - and asking whether I would be interested in a sequel - an enthusiastic yes - he drove me back to my apartment. “See you for coffee tomorrow morning!”
“Yes, bright and early!”
The End
Trick or Treat
It was one of those years when Halloween fell on a Monday. So there were parties spread out over the weekend instead of on just one night.
Of course what’s Halloween without some sort of costume. This year I decided go as a policeman and since I have a buddy on the local force, getting a realistic looking uniform was no problem. With a few modifications, of course, like removing the municipal patch and replacing it with a similar looking one. It was complete, pistol belt, baton, and handcuffs. I thought about a holster and fake gun but opted out just to make sure no unnecessary problems occurred because of it. It is one thing to look complete but I wasn’t looking to get hassled because of it.
Because there were so many parties and friends of ours going out, we decided that we would start out at separate places and then meet up later in the evening and one of our favorite bars.
So as I left my friends I noticed that I was running a little late but instead of calling or texting I just decided to make my way to bar to surprise you. Though we had planned on meeting, I never mentioned what my costume was and all you said about yours was that it was going to sexy.
About a half a block away I noticed you outside the bar with friends. It looked like you were saying goodnight to them. Crap, guess I am late. Still wanting to get your reaction to my costume I decided not to call out to you. I walked a little faster to catch up with you as you were walking to the parking garage. I thought I would catch you by the time you got to elevator but I just missed you. Looking around I spotted the stairs and quickly climbed them catch up with you.
As I quietly opened the door on the next floor I spotted you heading towards your car. Since it was late, this floor was practically empty now but you were parked in the far corner. I almost gave myself away by laughing as I saw you stagger a couple of times. Looks like you had a good time.
You get to your car door and start fishing through your purse for your keys and then drop them on the ground as you find them. You bend to pick them up and as you stand up I say “Freeze, don’t move.” You start to turn to face me as you catch a glimpse of the uniform. “Turn around, Hands on top of the car, " I say in firm voice as you comply.
Nervously you start to ask what was wrong as I tell you that we have had a quite a few auto thefts in the area. “But this is my car, I have my keys right here,” you say as you start to look back over your shoulder at me. “Stay facing that way,” I order you as you turn your head back.
“Have you been drinking, Miss,” I ask.
“I had a drink with my friends,” you reply and I see you start to shake a little bit.
Up until now I never really took a good look at what you were wearing. It appears that you are dressed up as a cat, a damn sexy cat. Of course you had on the little black ears on top of your head but it was what the tail was hooked to that was wild. It was a black spandex\lycra one piece that hugged every curve of your body. The back was open all the way down to small curve above your bottom and the top tied behind your neck. As the material trailed down your legs it ended with little lace cuffs above your ankles. And the toeless pumps that you had on showed off your sexy feet. Damn. I am getting as hard as that police baton just looking at you.
“Ok, well I am going to have to give you a couple of sobriety tests before I can let you go but first I have search you,” I say. “Do you have anything illegal or dangerous on you,” I ask laughing in my head knowing that you sure didn’t have anywhere to hide it if you did.
“Please spread your legs and keep your hands on the car.” As you do I step forward placing my right foot on the ground between them. With a hand on both hips I pull you back a little till your ass is up against my thigh. I then place my hands on your shoulders and slide them up your arms, just to make it seem official. I lean forward a little, pressing into you with my thigh as I start to slide my hands back down your arms and continue down your sides to your waist. Starting at the small of your back, I feel you jump a little as my fingers make contact with your skin. I slide my hands around the front and start working them upwards.
Reaching the bottom of your breast, I notice something else that was nice about you outfit. It had built in lift support, which made your breast stand out perfectly.
I continued on, running my fingers, on each hand, under your breast until they enclosed as I cupped them both. As I paused, I expected to hear you protest, but you merely closed your eyes, as you subconsciously pressed harder onto my thigh.
Releasing them I started sliding my hands back down your front to your waist and then down some more. Reaching your pubic area, I could tell that you were nice and shaved because of the way your costume fit. But you were definitely starting to get a little warm.
Sliding my hands to the top of your thighs and then back out to your hips, I step back and you lose you balance a little as I steady you.
Dropping to my left knee, I place both hands on your left thigh, right up by all the heat you are generating. Slowly sliding them down over your calves, almost stroking you with my fingertips until I reach your ankle and then I switch over to your right ankle as I start my way back up.
Feeling you tense a little as you anticipate my hands making there way back up to your sweetness. I slowly drag my fingers across your pussy and then firmly cup your mound. I swear I could feel you melt as you were definitely getting wet.
Standing back up I remove my hand from your mound as I take out the handcuffs. Reaching up and I take your left hand behind your back, quickly snapping one cuff in place.
You suddenly realize what is happening and try to turn around as I press you back against the car and grab your other wrist, securing it behind your back as well. You start to complain as I tell you to keep quiet. Though it is a fairly public place, is basically deserted after the bars close.
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Standing you up, I start to walk you to the hood of your car. Because of where you parked any view of the front of the car was blocked by support columns.
You begin to panic, and you start begging me not to arrest you. Though this started out as fun I begin to feel a little guilty about scaring you so I tell you to let me think about it.
While you are not sure if you should keep resisting or stay quiet, you choose the latter hoping that I let you go.
After a making you stand there for a minute I tell you, “I will let you off with a warning this time but you have to do something for me. Do you agree?” You nervously nod you head.
“First kneel down on the ground,” I say as you start to get down there. “Now I want you to look at the ground or close your eyes but do not look at me. Understand?” I continue and you nod in agreement.
Walking around you, I reach down and untie the top of your outfit. As the material falls free your beautiful breast are just incredible. I stop and stand in front of you and start unzipping my fly. Taking my cock out and holding it with my right hand, I touch your head with my left hand. Tilting it back to bring your mouth closer to my dick.
Looking at your face I can see that you have your eyes tightly clamped so I point the tip of my dick to your lips and rub it back and forth across them a couple of times.
“Open your mouth,” I tell you. As you comply I push forward feeling the soft, wetness of your tongue slide along the bottom of my shaft. After using my hands to move your head back and forth a couple of times you start to catch on. You figure that while blowing off a cop maybe a bad thing, getting busted for a DUI would be worse.
Though you were trying not to enjoy yourself there was definitely something about this that felt very familiar. Slowly you open your eyes and start to look up, towards my face. As soon as you see me your mind starts reeling, having a sudden urge to hit me but your hands are still cuffed behind your back. So you decide to bite down. Not to hard but hard enough to get my attention.
Standing there with my eyes closed, enjoying how great your mouth feels on my cock, I about jumped to the ceiling when you bit down. You took your mouth my dick and started telling me to help you up and to take the handcuffs off you. So I reached down and lifted you so that you could stand all while listening to you telling me how I was going to get it.
Your legs must have fallen asleep from being on yours knees because instead of standing you stumbled and fell over the hood of the car. All I could do was laugh and this did not amuse you.
While I am sure that you were probably still yelling at me, I had no idea what you were saying because I was looking at how incredibly sexy your ass looked with you bent over the car.
Though I am not sure how, after getting my dick bit, I was still rock hard. You were trying to lean back, to get off the car, as I walked up behind you. With my left hand I pressed you back down on the hood and with my right I reached down and started rubbing your pussy with my fingertips. You were soaked and my fingers getting lubed just from touching you.
Bringing my right hand back I stroked my cock a couple of times trying to decide what to do. Not hearing anything other than the thoughts in my head I came to a conclusion. Using both hands I reached down and grabbed the material right above your pussy and jerked it in opposite directions and it tore open. Somehow, I must have grab one side of your panties as well because they were hanging down there too.
With both hands on your hips, I pulled you back towards me a little. Luckily the pumps, that you were wearing, brought us to the perfect height for this position. Aiming my cock with my left hand, I guided right up to your wet pussy lips and slid him back and forth against your opening.
The whole time I was doing this you were saying something but I just now I figured it out. I guess you weren’t too happy that I ruined your new outfit.
Wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around me I grabbed your hips and pulled you to me. In one long hard stroke I had rammed my cock all the way into you. You let out a gasp and the only other sound I could hear was your breast dragging across the hood of the car. Sliding almost all the way out, I could feel you holding your breath, waiting for my return as I slammed into you again.
I paused for a moment… and then I heard you say, “again.”
With this I continued my same long strokes, only not stopping. Pulling you to me by your hips as I thrust forward. Normally I enjoy taking my time with you. Sometimes slow and gentle other times a little rougher but this time… this time was going to be fast and hard. Damn… you feel incredible. The faster and harder I go the more you grunt for me. Again… again… again. Though I am bottoming out inside of you, I feel your pussy muscles start to contract around me.
Slowing for a moment, I let go of your hips and take hold of the material again. I tear a little more, this time exposing your ass. Putting both hands on you ass I start squeezing and kneading it, working my thumb even closer to your little rosebud.
After wetting my right thumb, with my saliva, I feel your pussy muscles contract even more when I start pressing my thumb against your little bud. Rubbing and pressing inwards, your grunts get even louder. Finally my thumb slides in as you gasp.
Not giving you a chance to rest I grab your left hip with my other hand as I leave my right thumb in you. You must have been really close because within a couple of minutes you start to cum. I pull my thumb out as you start cumming and you literally flop onto the hood.
Knowing that you are spent but so close to my own, I reach out and grab both of your arms with my hands and pull you back up off the car towards me. This causes you to arch your back and changes the angle that I am entering your pussy. It feels incredible. I start to cum right away and it feels like I am just coating the inside of you, there is so much.
Knowing that you must be getting sore, I take off the cuffs and help you into the car. Not thinking that you are upset but you still haven’t said anything as I drive you home. At a red light you look over at me and smile and then say one word…. again.
So for Halloween they say ‘Trick or Treat’ but this time you got both.
The End
Break Up
He sat in his bedroom, what used to be their bedroom, on the bed and thought about her. Their divorce was finally over, but think about he still did. He was glad that she wouldn’t be around to manipulate him and make him feel guilty for all of their problems, but at the same time he realizes with regret that he will never again smell her thick musk wafting through the air of their house as he arrives home from work to a particularly happy wife. He will never see her beautiful pink nipples placed exactly where they should be in her marvelously round, firm breasts.
As he sat there thinking about her, he felt himself stiffen within his pants. He undid them and pulled them off, sitting in his dress shirt (the divorce is just over, he thought to himself) and socks, his slowly stiffening member poking out from under the front of his shirt. He laid back, placing his left arm under his head and his right hand just beneath his testicles, massaging them. Finding himself drawn to the memories of her, he thought more deeply about her, about her wide-set but curvaceous hips swaying back and forth as she walked through the house naked but for the towel on her head after her showers.
He thought about how she used to like to massage his penis in public, in plain view of anyone wanting to look, just because she new she could get him rock hard and wanting her like nothing else. As he lay there, his member as stiff as it ever got without her mouth or always wet, perfectly tight pussy around him, he began to slowly massage himself, running his hand the length of his shaft. He groaned several times as he lay there, stroking himself, bucking his hips in the air, imitating sex with her riding him.
Lying there, slowly masturbating, thinking of his now-ex-wife, his thoughts ran from her slowly sucking him off the hundreds of times she must have done it over the years to the slow, uneasy way they used to have sex, with him always afraid to finish before she, to near the end, when all the sex was angry, rough and extremely passionate. Never increasing pace he thought about the taste of her as he would run his tongue around her cleft and how she would always buck her hips and pull his hair as he sucked her pearl. He thought of all the times he had brought her to orgasm with his mouth, especially the first time, when she accidentally kicked him in the testicles during her spasms (he always held her legs out after that, not just because it gave him better access to her more sensitive parts).
As he lay there, slowly working himself to orgasm he heard a soft clicking from the front of the house. Not thinking much of it, assuming something had been blown onto the porch, he continued to stroke himself to her bitter memory. A few minutes later the door to his room opened and as his eyes snapped open and he attempted to cover himself with his shirt, the beautiful, sing-song of his ex-wife’s laughter shattered the silence of the room. His eyes darted open and there she was, standing in her black skirt and tightly tailored jacket, starting at his hardly hidden erection and stifling surprised laughter.
“What . . . what are you doing?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
“I just came by to see if I had left anything here,” she said, barely holding her laughter back. “I was not expecting…” she drifted off and pointed at his now rapidly softening member.
He grinned stupidly in response and shrugged, pulling his hand off of his shirt and allowing himself to fall back into view, though now much less than impressive.
To his ultimate surprise she walked over to him and straddled him on the bed, working her hand on him from between her legs. “I’ve missed you,” she whispered into his ear, her chest pressed against his, her hair covering his face. She slowly ran her hand along the length of his shaft until he was fully erect and pulled herself back from him, looking into his eyes.
Not saying anything she slid down off the bed and gripped his penis in both of her hands, one atop the other, the head and a little of the shaft still revealed through them. She smiled widely and gasps slightly, “I love how big you are, always have,” she said, deeply pleased with the penis before her. Before he can say anything she put what remained of his penis into her mouth, sucking what her hands weren’t gripping. She slowly massaged him with her tongue while gently squeezing him with her hands. He moaned softly, pressing himself toward her so more of his penis could fit into her mouth.
With one final, tight squeeze she let go of him with her hands and pushed him deeper into her mouth, nearly deepthroating his almost eight inch member. She sucked him like this for nearly ten minutes, massaging his testicles with her hands while she worked until he told her that if she didn’t stop he’d come. She giggled and pulled him out, letting him fall wetly onto his stomach.
She stood up, stretched, and when he tried to sit forward to be closer to her, she shoved him back down. “No,” she said, “This is my show,” and began unbuttoning the white blouse beneath her dress jacket. Once she had undone the buttons all the way down the front, she removed both the shirt and the jacket in one fluid motion, sending them across the room. She stood there a moment, allowing him to marvel at her breasts in their white bra. Smallish, but still pressed up to show a hint of cleavage, he ate her body up with his eyes.
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Her smile broadening she reached back and undid her bra, allowing it to fall to her elbows and casually flicked it across the room to her other garments. Wasting no further time she undid her skirt and in the same instance as it fell to the floor, she slipped out of her black, lace thong and cast them to the side of the room as well. Bent over, out of his line of sight, she undid her high heels and once they were off, stood and kicked them away. Standing there, in all of her beautiful nudity, her pink nipples standing in precious contrast to her alabaster skin, the trimmed black fur around her vagina calling softly to his eyes she began to make “tsk tsk” noises, shaking her finger back and forth.
“You haven’t taken off your shirt, mister,” she said, coyly eyes still on his now throbbing member. “For that you will have to be punished.” As she says this she once again straddled him, this time climbing her way up his torso to his face. Once there, she placed herself so that he will have no doubt what she wants him to do–lick her almost dripping wet cleft until she’s done with him. He obliged her more than willingly, wrapping his arms around her thighs for better leverage. After several moments of this she rolled over on the queen sized bed and spreads her legs to him, beckoning he come to her.
He came quickly, stripping off his shirt and placing his face immediately back between her legs, lapping at her diligently, her fingers twined in his hair, her back arched, her face a painting of rapture. He lifted her legs, allowing him better access to her more sensitive areas (and protecting himself, one can never be too careful). After many more minutes of this, she began tugging on his hair, pulling him to her. Again he obliged her, climbing up her body, stopping only long enough to run his tongue along her right nipple. She squealed with glee, softly, but distinct enough to him.
Once he had positioned himself, he began running his member the length of her cleft, not only to spread the moisture to himself, but to tease her with it like he knows she likes. After several long moments of toying with her, he slowly inserted himself into her, taking nearly a full minute to reach full depth. Once he had buried himself in her fully they both let out sighs of joy and relief. He began to slowly grind into her, feeling her walls around him, the moisture of her, her breath on his neck, the scent of her hair and skin combined as his head rest on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him into her as close as she could as the first orgasm wracked her body with pleasure.
He laughed softly as her spasms slowly died; her orgasms were always so long and they were always so good, he thought. “Did you like that?” he whispered in her ear, grinning widely.
“I did,” she whispered hoarsely.
He pulled himself away from her slowly and rolled her onto her stomach, her legs spread at a V. Looking at her, he could feel his penis jerk in anticipation. He loved the way her buttocks looked like this, so round, so firm, so supple. He placed his hands on them as he worked his legs around her hips so he was straddling her. As he placed his penis inside her, she closed her legs and relaxed all of her muscles, taking him easily. He lowered himself to her, reaching around her and cupping her breasts, pressing his chest firmly against her back, his lips tenderly upon her right ear.
He slowly drove himself into and out of her for nearly ten minutes before his breathing became ragged and shallow. “Are you going to come for me?” she asked him.
“I’d like to,” he muttered, concentrating on how good she feels.
“Then do it. Do you want it on my tits?”
“I don’t care,” he said, then after a pause, “Yes, roll over, let me come on your tits, I want to see you watch me.”
She did so, rolling over as she could feel him swell inside her, his orgasm about to begin. Almost as soon as she was on her back, her hands on her breasts, holding them out to him, he began to spasm, his back arching roughly, his breathing becoming harsh. He looked down on her and as he came, he could see the glee and regret mingled in her eyes. As his semen splashed onto her breasts for what he was sure the last time he could almost hear her say “I still love you. I always will.”
And he knew that if only they were as compatible clothed as they were naked, nothing could ever stop them from being together.
She dressed quickly after he wiped her off and she left, taking none of her things he knew she was aware of still being there. He smiled to himself, knowing that she would probably be back for them, but not for sex that time, and rubbed his slowly softening member in fond memory of her.
“I’ll always love you, too,” he muttered as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
The End
Anything for Business
I stared up at the ceiling of my office and wondered how many other assistant bank managers let their customers fuck them after hours. Mark Adams’ cock traveled in and out of my wet cunt like a piston. I’d met him two weeks ago; finalized a small business loan with him an hour ago; and now I was letting him fuck me on top of my desk.
It’s not like I go months without sex or anything. I hired a kid right out of college, Chad, who is more than willing to do me morning, noon or night. I’ve even been known to let Chad and Christine, the manager of one of our other banks, have their way with me at the same time.
So why did I find it necessary to flirt with Mark Adams until the bank was empty and he was practically ripping open my blouse? The moment he had my bra off and his mouth was on my breast I knew we’d fuck. Of course, the fact I had his cock in my hand didn’t hurt his chances.
He was rough in his handling of me and I loved it. He lifted me onto the desk, pushed up my skirt and yanked down my panties in just seconds. I barely had time to spread my legs for him when his huge cock drove into me and I screamed with pleasure.
I came within two minutes. Now I was recovering, waiting for him to cum…or for me to have another orgasm…whichever came first.
I reminded myself to ask Christine how often she’d done the same thing for the sake of business. This WAS business, after all. I’d never do this for the sole purpose of personal gratification.
My fingers gently rolled across my right nipple, then my left. I squeezed it a little harder and felt my pussy clamp more tightly around Mr. Adams’ cock. Then I moved a hand to my clit and rubbed it, listening to the man’s heavy breathing.
He was going to be a steady customer and I’m all about customer relations. It’s what will make me a good bank manager one day, I thought. Then I noticed a crack in one of the ceiling tiles, making a mental note to tell maintenance about it tomorrow.
About the same time I felt another orgasm approaching, I heard the small businessman with the big dick groan the way guys groan before they cum. Sometimes they bother to warn me; sometimes they don’t.
“Fuck. Yes! I’m gonna cum!”
I took that as a warning. I felt the first blast of his cum just as I started to orgasm, too. My legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. He held me up by the ass and poured shot after shot of cum into me while my body shuddered in its own excitement. Maybe I didn’t take it as seriously as I should have, but God that was a good orgasm. Two good orgasms, in fact.
This guy was alright.
“Thanks for the loan, Rachel,” Mr. Adams said while pulling up his pants.
“Thanks for the fuck, Mark.” I couldn’t tell from his look how he interpreted my remark. I sat on the edge of the desk and let him enjoy the view of my naked breasts. My rumpled skirt barely covered my pussy. I was back in flirting mode again. “I’ll be seeing you some more, right?”
“When we expand,” he said with a smile. There was only one way to interpret THAT remark.
“Great. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” I extended a hand. He shook it once, kissed it once and left the bank.
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I didn’t expect to hear from Mark Adams again for a while. So, I was somewhat surprised to hear a voicemail from him two days later. I leaned back in my chair and put it on speaker.
“Hey, Rachel. This is Mark Adams. We’re having a grand opening in a couple weeks and I wanted to personally invite you. This wouldn’t have been possible without your help, so I hope you’ll consider coming. It’s nothing formal. Just the employees and family and friends like you. If you’re interested and your schedule permits, give me a call at 555-1234. Hope to hear from you. Bye.”
I’m not one to turn down too many party invitations. And while this one had the potential to be a real snoozer, something made me give it serious consideration. Maybe the two orgasms were still fresh in my mind. But the dude deserved my continued ‘support’, so I waited twenty four hours, called him back and confirmed my reservation. He truly sounded excited. Nothing like a happy customer.
It was a fairly uneventful couple weeks leading up to the “Grand Opening” of Mark’s little restaurant…except for the blowjob I gave Chad in the safety deposit box area one night,. By the way, me giving Chad a blowjob at work is not news. The fact he didn’t want me to swallow this time and missed my face, leaving a trail of cum down the front of three safety deposit boxes IS news. We got most of it before it disappeared between the cracks. Oh, well.
What to wear to a customer’s “Grand Opening” was my biggest concern. Should I dress like the thirty year old assistant bank manager I was by day, or the cute, single woman I liked to be at night? I decided this was more play than work, so I went for a low cut top under a jacket and dress slacks that might have been a bit too tight for work.
I’m used to going to functions by myself, so that wasn’t an issue. In fact, it leaves me free to do some ‘scouting’ of prospective future dates. Mark Adams was married, so I wouldn’t be wasting too much time with him. But I was pleasantly surprised upon my arrival to find many more men than women present.
The restaurant was really well laid out and it seemed like a place I’d want to come back to and try later. I found Mark, or he found me, and we exchanged greetings. He introduced me to a couple co-owners and investors before setting me free again to mingle and test the cuisine.
Just when it seemed I’d meet more new food than people, a young man caught my eye. He couldn’t have been more than eighteen. I’m not normally immediately attracted to guys that young, but this one was different. He was tall, cute, and seemingly self-assured as he walked through the crowd taking pictures on a very expensive looking camera.
I purposely strolled leisurely in a direction that would cause our paths to intersect. His back was towards me as I got closer. When he finished taking the picture of a smiling middle-aged couple holding drinks, he turned and almost ran into me.
“Hi,” I said calmly.
“Oh, hi. Excuse me,” he said.
He had the greatest eyes—a shade of blue I’d last seen while looking up from the top of my desk at work.
“It’s OK. I’m Rachel,” I said, extending my hand.
“Hi. I’m Jeff. Jeff Adams.” His handshake was firm without being aggressive.
“Oh. Are you Mark’s…” I let the sentence trail off, hoping for him to finish it.
“Son. Yes.”
I smiled. It figured. My life was never uncomplicated. I was about to flirt with the son of the man I mindlessly fucked a few weeks earlier.
“Nice to meet you. This is a very nice place,” I said.
“Thanks. And thanks for coming. May I take your picture…for our album?”
“Of course.” I smiled and surreptitiously hoped he was capturing more than a head and shoulder shot of me. He backed up a step. That was a good sign, I figured. The flash was followed by a quick glance by Jeff at the back of the camera.
“Perfect. Thanks.”
“Do you take photos as a hobby or is it your job tonight?” I asked, not wanting him to get away just yet.
“I want to do it professionally. It’s what I’ll be taking in college when I start in the fall.”
“Awesome!” I said. “What area do you want to get into? What type of pictures?”
“Fashion, if I can. For magazines and advertising,” Jeff said, thrilled that somebody was taking an interest.
“Smart. Get to meet all those babes, right?”
He laughed. “I don’t know about that.”
“You’ll have them crawling all over you.” I hoped it didn’t sound too obvious or that my quick scan of his body wasn’t too blatant. I reasoned it was just payback for the looks down my top that he’d failed to conceal.
“Have you ever modeled?”
I tried not to laugh. It was either the worst use of a poor pickup line I’d heard in ages or just his youth showing. An eighteen year old guy as good looking as him is allowed one mistake.
“You’re kidding, right?” Might as well play along.
“No. Really. You’re very attractive,” he said, not the least bit embarrassed.
“I’m the woman at the bank who approved the final loan for this place,” I said.
“Oh, OK. Have you ever considered modeling?”
If Jeff Adams was one thing, he was persistent.
“Nah.” But I gave him my best shy little girl wiggle.
“I have a small studio set up in our basement. If you’re ever interested, I’d be glad to take some shots. I think you’d be great…and it would be great practice for me. Can I give you my cell number?”
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It was tempting to put him off, but I found myself reaching inside my small purse and pulling out a business card. “Here. Call me at this number. We’ll talk.”
“Thanks,” Jeff said, looking at the card briefly before putting it in his back pocket.
“I better not keep you from your job,” I said. “It was nice meeting you, Jeff.”
“You too. I’ll call you.” His hand seemed to linger in mine just a little longer this time.
I slept naked that night knowing I’d be thinking about young Jeff Adams. My favorite little vibrator was already in my hand as I slid under the cover. I flicked it on and started at my breasts where the sensation of the vibrating toy rubbing against my nipples sent jolts of pleasure all the way to my pussy. I smiled as the nipples grew longer and pinker with each pass of the vibrator.
I ran it up and over both breasts, imagining Jeff’s fingers doing the same thing. He was so young—so good looking. My body shook when the pulsating toy once again made contact with my nipple. I felt my back arch up and my pussy begin to dampen.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I slid the vibrator down to the top of my pussy. My legs separated just enough for the little imitation cock to find my exposed clit.
“Oh, God,” I moaned out loud. “Don’t cum yet. Tease him. Make him want to fuck you.”
If nobody was going to be around to talk to me during sex, I’d have to do it myself. I needed to, and wanted to, cum so badly, but I knew I’d be rewarded if I could hold out for just a little while longer.
The vibrator was moving up and down on my clit. My hips rose and fell in rhythm with the device. In my mind, it was Jeff’s tongue sliding along my clit and making me ache with the need to cum. Then I envisioned him standing in front of me, pulling off his shirt. His shoulders and arms were muscular and his skin was light and smooth. He unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor, leaving him in just a pair of briefs.
I could plainly see the outline of his enlarged cock. He stood for a moment, watching my reaction with a sly smile.
“Take them off,” I said. “I want to see you.”
The sound of my own voice startled me for a second, but then I drifted back into my daydream, the vibrator sinking lower between my legs.
Jeff grabbed the top of his underwear and began to remove the briefs. His cock hung in front of him as he bent over, taunting me. Then he stood naked, his legs spread slightly apart in a sturdy stance.
He was gorgeous.
“Turn around.”
I watched his tall body rotate until his tight ass was visible. He stood with his hands on his hips, posing for me. He was like a Michelangelo statue with his thin waist and round butt and powerfully built legs. I wanted to touch every inch of him.
Jeff turned to face me again. His cock was longer and thicker than when I told him to turn around, but still not fully erect.
“Fuck me, Jeff Adams.”
My vibrator was on my clit, then between my legs pulling moisture from my pussy back up to my clit. I used my free hand to massage a breast, pulling at the nipple and rolling it between my fingers.
I imagined Jeff stroking his cock right before climbing onto the bed. He was hard now. Very hard. The tip of his cock glowed a dark pink and I could practically see the blood rushing through the shaft. He positioned himself between my legs and hovered over me, his cock just inches from my drenched pussy.
With one sudden thrust he was inside me. My hand clutched at the vibrator as it plunged into my cunt over and over, a little deeper each time.
“God, yes! Fuck me, Jeff. Harder! Harder!!”
I pumped the vibrator into me as fast as my arm could move. The slurping sound of the toy interacting with my cunt filled the dark room. I fucked the vibrator as if I’d never had sex before, squeezing it with my pussy like I would any ordinary cock. But Jeff Adams was not ordinary. He was the eighteen year old dude of my dreams, and he was fucking me just the way I liked.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck!”
With one hand working the vibrator and the other manipulating a breast, it wasn’t going to take long to cum. I thought about looking up into Jeff’s big, beautiful eyes and holding him by the ass while he fucked me.
That did it. I screamed out one last shriek of joy and waited for my body to succumb to my orgasm. Rarely, when I’m masturbating, do I feel like I’ve lost control. But this time…with the image of Jeff Adams fucking me clear in my mind…I felt as if my body was acting on its own. My pussy pressed forward against the thrusts of the vibrator. My legs flailed open to give it more room. My ass seldom rested on the bed as the orgasm peaked. And I heard myself muttering things even I didn’t understand.
Long after I usually would be coming down from an orgasm, my hand was furiously pumping the vibrator into my cunt. My body refused to stop quivering. My breathing became harder and little beads of sweat formed on my brow. I could feel the sheet under me getting wetter and wetter.
Finally, it ended and I fell back onto the bed in total exhaustion. Jeff’s cock was still hard, and still inside me.
“This is Rachel. Can I help you?” I didn’t recognize the number on my office phone’s caller ID.
“Hi, Rachel. This is Jeff. Jeff Adams.”
I sat up in my chair. “Well, hi Jeff. What a nice surprise. What can I do for you?”
“Uh, well, remember when you were at the Grand Opening we talked about maybe taking some shots of you?”
If he only knew how well I remembered. My heart was pounding like a little schoolgirl talking on the phone with her boyfriend for the first time. Grow up, Rachel.
“Sure. I remember,” I replied.
“Are you still interested?” I smiled at Jeff’s obvious nervousness. Was he smiling at me, too?
“Sure, Jeff. I think it would be fun and if it would help you I’d be glad to do it.” If it would help you. Right. I just want to be in the same room as you again.
“Great,” he said, sounding honestly excited. “What day is good for you?”
I fumbled with papers on my desk as if to find my calendar. “Uh, looks like most any night next week.”
At least I wasn’t lying.
“How about Friday? Or do you have a date?” Jeff asked.
“I do now.”
There was silence at the other end as Jeff digested that one.
“Great! How about if I e-mail you directions to the house. You can tell me what time is good.”
He sounded very professional. I still considered it a social event.
“Perfect. I’m looking forward to it, Jeff,” I said.
“Me, too. I’ll send the e-mail as soon as I can.”
“Thanks. See ya,” I said.
“Bye.”
I leaned back and felt every muscle in my body relax. God, what was he doing to me? He’s a kid. Eighteen. He probably had no intention of fucking me.
I was brought back to Earth by another call. This one was business.
The e-mail from Jeff arrived later the same day and everything was set for Friday. Shit! What was I supposed to wear? In the excitement of hearing from him I never considered asking him what he wanted me to wear.
I hit the Reply button on the e-mail.
Hey Jeff. I meant to ask you what you want me to wear on Friday. Does it matter to you? Let me know. Thanks. Rachel
I had to wait less than half an hour for his answer.
Hi, Rachel. Wear whatever you want this time. If you enjoy it and want to do it again, maybe we can experiment with formalwear, or swimsuit, or whatever you want. We’ll talk about it later. Jeff.
If I enjoy it and want to do it again? Are you fucking kidding me? I suppose he meant the posing, but I had other thoughts. Hell, yes, I’d enjoy it. And I prefer to wear nothing at all.
But I knew it was all just a daydream of mine. First of all, I didn’t have the nerve to come on to an eighteen year old kid the first time we were together. Fucking his father in my office is one thing—doing Jeff in his studio was quite another. I doubted I could do it in my horniest of moods. I convinced myself not to get my hopes up too high.
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It took forever for Friday to arrive. When I got home from work I changed into my best jeans and put on a sleeveless top that accentuated my less-than-spectacular breasts. There was no way I was taking a swimsuit…not this time, anyway. As a compromise, I didn’t wear a bra.
On the drive to Jeff’s place the thought struck me: What if Mark was there? What if Mark AND his wife were there? It wasn’t enough to make me turn the car around, but I’d have to think of something to say. In the end I decided I’d just keep it professional and ask about the new restaurant.
The huge house showed no outward signs of life as I pulled into the semicircular driveway. Mine was the only car in sight. This was good news so far, as I truly didn’t want to have to face the elder Mr. Adams. Not to mention wanting to have the younger Mr. Adams all to myself.
I approached the front door, admiring the perfect landscaping along the way. My shoes clicked against the flawlessly laid sidewalk stones. Oh, to be rich.
I pressed the doorbell.
The seconds seemed to last an eternity as I waited. I played with my hair. I ran my hands down the back of my jeans. Finally, I heard the door open.
“Hey, Rachel.”
It was Jeff…thankfully.
“Hi, Jeff.”
“Come on in,” he said as the door swung all the way open. I stepped up and into the gaping entranceway. Instantly, my eyes were scanning the ornate chandelier and dark woodwork.
“I’m really glad you decided to come over,” he said, closing the door behind me.
“I’m glad you asked,” I replied, refocusing on the young man.
He started to walk ahead of me. “Let’s go into the family room.”
I was going to have to remember Jeff probably wasn’t going to act like the more mature, professional men I was used to dealing with. Maybe it would be a nice break from the routine. I followed him obediently, knowing his father would have let me lead the way or, at least, been at my side.
When we got to the expansive family room, Jeff asked, “Want anything to drink? We have just about everything.”
“No thanks, Jeff. I’m fine,” I said, not sure whether to sit or stand.
“You sure?”
“Yeah. I’m fine,” I assured him.
“Well, want to see the studio downstairs?” he asked.
Nothing like skipping past the formalities and getting straight to the subject, I thought with a smile. Perhaps I wasn’t the only nervous one.
“Sure.”
He motioned for me to follow him. It gave me a few seconds to check out his form fitting, knit shirt and tight jeans. Once again, I was reminded why I agreed to do this in the first place. I also took the opportunity, during the short walk, to ask about his parents.
“Oh, they went out,” he said. “It’ll be hours before they’re back.”
If Jeff had looked back at me he would have found me smiling.
I don’t know what made me expect to find an ‘ordinary’ basement at the bottom of the steps we descended. Instead, we immediately stepped into an ornately decorated and well-supplied photo studio. Tall lights, umbrellas, reflectors and backdrops were everywhere. The company that did my little bank’s advertising would have killed for some of this stuff.
“Wow!” I said unashamedly as I looked around. “This is amazing!”
“Thanks,” Jeff said.
“You call yourself an amateur?”
“I do right now,” he said. “All this stuff doesn’t mean I take good photos.”
But some of the portraits and nature scenes hung on the wall indicated Jeff Adams took VERY good photos. I took a minute to walk around and glance at the ones that interested me. There were several pictures of young women—I assumed they were classmates of his—in various indoor and outdoor scenes. They were all gorgeous, in my opinion. Most of the photos reminded me of high school yearbook shots, only a little less formal.
“These are good,” I said as I roamed the room. “Very good.”
“Thanks,” Jeff said. “Did you have anything in mind…as far as poses or anything?”
“Nope. This is your opportunity to experiment. I didn’t come here with any preconceived ideas,” I said. “Whatever you want to do is fine with me.”
The only lie in there was the fact that I did, in fact, come with lots of preconceived ideas. But as far as experimenting and doing whatever he wanted to do…no problem.
“Well, since you’re dressed casually we should keep the shots casual. But I do like your outfit. You look very nice,” Jeff said.
I couldn’t figure out if Jeff’s business-like manner was genuine or not. I was going to be extremely disappointed if he had no desire to be a little ‘playful’ during my visit. But I got a little clue that maybe it was just nervousness on his part when I saw his hands slightly shaking as he mounted his camera onto a tripod.
When he was done, he looked at me but didn’t immediately say anything. He was nervous, I decided.
“You’re the boss. Tell me what to do,” I said.
“Sometimes it’s helpful to the person posing if I just take a couple shots of you standing, so you can get used to the lights going off and stuff like that,” he explained.
“Makes sense to me.”
Jeff was already moving to reposition the lights and reflectors. It wouldn’t take him long to figure out I wasn’t a professional model. I felt a little insecure. He acted like he knew what he was doing and I was totally clueless.
He was back behind his camera, apparently checking the lights and shadows. If we were in a bar I would have accused him of openly checking me out.
“Good. Move just a little to your right.”
I shuffled two steps in that direction.
“Right there,” Jeff said, his eyes glued on the back of his camera. “OK. Just relax. Smile.”
Easy for him to say. But I tried my best and blinked after the first flash of light. Then another.
“Turn so your side is facing me.”
“Which one?” I asked.
He laughed. “Either one is fine, unless you have a preference.”
“Well, I don’t have a good side.” I turned to the right.
Great. So now my inadequate boobs and suspect ass will be highlighted.
I put my hands on my hips to try to hide them.
“Perfect!” Jeff said between shots. “Bend one leg just a little.”
I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I tried to comply. That was the moment I felt the tension go away and I began to get into the whole posing thing. I imagined all the magazine pictures I’d seen and tried to duplicate them. I concentrated on giving him good angles to capture whatever curves I had. It was almost fun.
“Do you want to sit on the couch now?” Jeff asked.
“Yeah. That works,” I said, anxious to try something new. “Should I just sit?”
“Yes, but casually. You’re at home, relaxing,” he said.
This kid was good. I could do that. I pulled my legs up onto the couch and leaned against the pillow on one arm of the couch. My shirt rose to expose a good portion of my stomach, causing a little concern at first. But I chose to ignore it.
Jeff took several shots without comment as I shifted position, remaining on my side the entire time.
“Lay on your back,” he finally suggested. At the same time, he removed the camera from the tripod and moved closer to the couch.
I rolled over and pulled at the bottom of my shirt.
“No, no. Leave it. You have great skin,” Jeff said.
I didn’t know what to say, but my pulse went up more than a few notches. I just smiled and allowed the skin from above my navel to the top of my jeans lay in full view of Jeff and his camera.
It wasn’t the most comfortable pose for me because I didn’t know what to do with my arms and legs. Once again, Jeff came to the rescue.
“Put your arms above your head. Maybe behind your head.”
That solved one problem and created a new one. With my hands behind my head, my shirt was raised to the bottom of my breasts. It was bad enough that ample cleavage was showing. Now I was certain another inch would reveal even more of the underside.
To make things worse, Jeff was at the end of the couch, at my feet, shooting up to my head. Then he began to walk around me, shooting from every angle. Eventually, he was behind my head. I arched my back and looked back at him. I knew what effect that would have on my chest. My boobs felt like they were going to push right out of my top.
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“How are you doing?” Jeff asked after he moved in front of me.
“Fine,” I said. “Why?”
“Do you want to do more?”
“Sure.”
“I have a request,” Jeff said shyly.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Your skin is incredible. I think…would you mind if…if you showed more? I’ll lower the lights.”
Hell. I thought I’d have to seduce this guy and now he was asking me to undress. All I had to do was play hard to get and he’d be putty in my hands.
I smiled. “What do you suggest?”
“It’s up to you, but if you had your top off we could have you lie on your stomach…or whatever you want,” he said.
What I wanted was both of us naked and fucking. I guess we had to start somewhere.
I looked at the portraits on his wall. “Do you do this all the time?”
“Most of those girls were too young. I thought with you being older…I mean…”
I laughed. “Older, huh? Well, we better do this before I’m too old for you to ask again.”
I laid on my stomach and awkwardly pulled off my shirt, making sure Jeff never got a glance at my breasts. I threw the shirt aside and looked up at Jeff. “I’m ready.”
“Uh, lay natural. Like your taking a nap,” he said.
He was using only the flash on the camera now. At first I was facing away from him with my arms in various positions. Then I turned my head to face him, rolling slightly as I did. I used an arm to hide what little of my breast may have been exposed.
“Really good. Good!” he assured me.
I don’t know what made me do it, but I glanced at his crotch and saw, for the first time, the tell-tale bulge I hadn’t seen before. What had been a serious look on my face became more of a grin.
It was time for the show to begin.
I raised my arm and ran the fingers in that hand through my hair. At the same time I rolled back. My left breast, and half of the right, were in full view.
Jeff stopped—seemed to begin to say something—then continued shooting without commenting. When he was standing behind the couch shooting straight down at me, I rolled onto my back. It was an incredibly liberating feeling, not to mention erotic. I was flirting with Jeff and his camera with my body, not hiding a thing.
“Do you want to get up now?” he asked.
I hesitated at first, afraid to leave the security of my little couch. But then I swung my legs over the edge and stood a few feet away from Jeff.
“I have a scenery backdrop over here you might like,” he said.
We walked to another corner of the studio where a large screen with a forest scene hung from the wall. Jeff moved a couple more lights and I took my place in front of the screen, more than a little self-conscious of my semi-nudity.
Jeff found a spot for himself and his camera. Then he said, “Turn a little sideways. Not too much…that’s it. Now put your right hand over your left breast. Spread your fingers. Like you’re trying to hide it…but we want a lot to show.”
We do?! Well, whatever he wants. I soon got into it, finding different ways to hold my hand to play hide and seek with my nipple and breast. It was a very cool game to play.
Ten minutes in front of the screen and Jeff had what he wanted in the way of pictures.
“Do you want to take a break?”
I thought for a second. “I’d rather keep going, if it’s OK with you. I might chicken out if I stop now.”
Jeff smiled. “You’re doing great.”
I decided it was my turn to take charge…or attempt to. “Can I make a request this time?”
“Sure. What is it?”
“Would you do nude shots of me?” I asked as casually as I could.
I could only hope that it was something he wanted, because it put him in a difficult spot. Would he be afraid to say ’no’ and let me do it just to make me happy? Or would he say ‘yes’ because he wanted me to? And if I did would he take the bait?
“If that’s what you want.”
“Is that a yes?” I asked. I needed to hear him say it.
He waited, then said, “Yes.”
My hands were at the button to my jeans as soon as he said it. The zipper was down a second later. I’d never done a striptease before but I wanted this one to be good. I wiggled out of the jeans as sensually as I could, pulling them off one leg at a time. I leaned towards him each time to let my boobs hang down. His eyes never left my body.
Once I was in panties only I stood back up, lingered for a moment with my hands in the waistband and then began to remove them. This time I was turned a little so he could also see my ass as I revealed it. Finally, I was naked before him.
I watched him scan me from my breasts to my hips, to my pussy, and down my legs.
“Still want to do nudes of me?” I asked.
“Yeah. Wow. You’re really…you have a great body.”
Obviously, he hadn’t seen many naked female bodies before. But I was OK with that.
“Thanks. Now what?”
“Over here. By this table.” He led me back to the couch, close to a table and chair. The table was a simple wood table with nothing on top. The chair was straight from somebody’s living room—formal and overstuffed, but not flamboyant.
“Just sit on the table. On the edge of it,” Jeff said.
I put my bare ass on the table and cautiously let my weight transfer onto what seemed like awfully fragile wooden legs. I heard a couple creaks, but it didn’t come crashing down. So, I relaxed a bit and concentrate on posing.
My legs were held tightly together and my hands gripped the edges of the table.
“Put your hands in your lap,” Jeff said, peering at his camera. I felt shivers go up and down my spine at the thought of sitting there completely naked for Jeff and anyone who would see the photos. And we’d just started.
The lights were very dim, for which I was happy. Hopefully all my imperfections would be hidden. I couldn’t count on clothes doing that for me.
“Now put one leg on this side of the table and the other over the front,” Jeff said, pointing as he spoke. I almost acted immediately, but then I comprehended what his command required. My legs would be spread rather widely apart, revealing considerably more than when my hands were in my tightly closed lap.
I eventually moved as he suggested. The awareness that I was spreading myself wide open for Jeff’s eyes made my palms sweaty. My pussy began to dampen and my heart raced.
He took pictures from all angles without saying a word. That was probably good. It allowed me to compose myself for a minute, and soon I was moving on the table in an effort to present as much of my body to Jeff and the camera as I could…in the most erotic ways I could.
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“Stand up for a second,” Jeff finally said.
It felt good to get my ass off that hard table. I rubbed it for a second and noticed Jeff watching, at least until he saw me looking at him. Then he looked away. He was so cute.
This also gave me an opportunity to notice, once again, the substantial bulge in his pants. It was becoming increasingly difficult to not reach out and touch him.
“You have such great legs. Is it OK if I have you face the chair, then put one leg up on the seat? That will really highlight them,” Jeff said.
Only if you take out that cock and shove it into my cunt from behind. In a perfect world I would have had the nerve to actually say that. This time, I just did as he said.
I leaned on the raised leg; stood straight up; tilted to one side; leaned way back. I really enjoyed this and Jeff seemed to concentrate the camera on my ass as much as my ‘great legs.’
At one point I even put my hand on my pussy while he shot from the side. Then I played with my nipple for a few seconds and felt the electricity flow all the way to my cunt. By the time that session was over I thought Jeff’s cock was going to break through the front of his pants.
I ended up standing in front of him again, an arm’s length away. Our eyes met and it’s like I could feel the connection made at that instant.
I reached out and put my hand on his crotch. He was huge.
“I think it’s time for a break,” I said, sliding my palm up and down his pants.
“I do, too.”
He put the camera on the table. I never took my hand away from his cock. When he was in front of me again, I lifted off his shirt. I ran my hands over his chest, pressing lightly against his nipples. Hopefully, he’d be returning the favor soon.
Then I opened his pants and pulled down the zipper. I teased him for a second by rubbing his cock through his underwear. My own desire to get to it caused me to push his pants down. He leaned against the chair while I pulled off his pants and shoes. Then I got on my knees in front of him and looked straight at the outline of his thick cock.
It strained against the material of his tight underwear. I ran a finger up and down each side of the shaft. I thought for sure the head would appear above the waistband if I kept going.
I grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled down until Jeff’s cock and balls were free. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and simply held it for a second, feeling the blood rush through it. It was hard and warm in my palm.
Then I took off his underwear. He was as naked as me now. Finally.
I stood up and lightly touched my body against his. That sensation alone almost made me cum. This gorgeous, young man with a huge erection was touching me…and we were alone…naked…and horny. No other thoughts were going through my mind.
We began to kiss as if on cue. This was all coming much too easily. When would he stop me?
Our hands began to explore. We felt each other’s ass and back and sides. His hands found my breasts and he massaged them vigorously. Our kiss grew hungrier and more desperate. My hand was around his cock. Jeff was squeezing my nipples as I moaned and felt my pussy twitch.
“Oh, Jeff. I want you in me. Fuck me please.”
After I said it I wished I’d been a little more tender. But what I really wanted was a good fuck–a good hard fuck by this incredibly sexy kid.
“Turn around,” he said softly. “I want to see that awesome ass again.”
I smiled as I turned. At first I felt his cock rubbing against my cheeks. Then he must have backed away.
“Get on the chair,” he said. “On your knees.”
My pussy was dripping wet as I climbed onto the chair. Once I had my balance and was convinced the chair wasn’t tipping over, I spread my legs and put my hands on the arms. It must have presented quite a view for the young man.
My head rested on the back of the chair as I saw him approach me. His cock pointed out at me like a tree limb. This was going to be very, very good.
He fumbled for a few seconds getting the tip of his cock right at the entrance to my cunt. I wanted to beg him to hurry up.
“Where should I cum?” he asked.
I had to give him credit for asking. Most guys wouldn’t bother.
“Anywhere, Jeff. Just fuck me! Please!”
He put his hands on my hips and pushed forward. My pussy lips expanded as the head of his cock drove into me. I cried out, “Oh, fuck! Yes!”
Jeff held his cock inside me for an instant, his balls flush against my ass. Then he launched into a steady, rhythmic pattern of deep thrusts that drove me wild.
“Hold my tits, Jeff. Squeeze my nipples…hard.”
He quickly obliged. It made his cock drive forward even deeper and at a better angle. I would have to hold back on cumming as long as I could, but it was going to be hard. I concentrated on his cock, squeezing it with my cunt muscles as hard as I could. If genes had anything to do with this, I reminded myself to ask if Jeff had any brothers…or uncles.
He was mainly quiet, occasionally moaning when I applied pressure to his cock. If he stayed in me all night it would be OK with me. But I figured someone his age wouldn’t know the benefits of holding out.
Sure enough, it was only a couple minutes later that his pace picked up. He was smacking against my ass so hard I wondered if the chair would stay upright. We were both close.
“Oh, God. God! I’m close, Rachel!”
“That’s it, Jeff. Fuck me! I want you to cum inside me. Fuck me harder!”
He was clutching at my breasts, causing a wonderful pain. This was pure, wanton sex like I hadn’t had in years. My hair bounced back and forth as I moved in rhythm with his thrusts. It was hot in the room and it felt great. It felt like sex.
“Now! I’m gonna cum!” Jeff cried out.
I gripped the chair and waited. He groaned one last time, drove his cock into me until I thought I’d split open, and he began to cum.
Each of his warm shots of cum was accompanied by a deep grunt. The chair tilted onto two legs just one time, but otherwise I was able to just enjoy the unbelievable feeling of his huge cock spewing cum into me over and over again.
I rubbed my clit. I wanted to cum with him so bad. It worked. A half dozen swipes of my finger put me over the edge and the first of two long orgasms began. I kind of lost a sense of time and place, my body taking over by supplying me with two great rushes of overwhelming pleasure.
When I was done, Jeff was still inside me. He was not as hard as before, clearly, but still impressive. We both caught our breath before he pulled out. I crumpled into the chair like a rag doll.
“Jesus. That was great!” I sighed.
“You’re a great model,” Jeff said.
I looked at him with mock disgust. “Oh, and the sex was just OK?”
He must have taken me seriously. “No. No. That was great, too.”
I laughed. “I’m just kidding. Thank you, Jeff.”
Above and to the left I heard a sound—like a door opening. We both spun our heads in that direction.
“Anybody home?”
It was Jeff’s father.
The End