After chatting with you for a while, I felt this ache deep inside of me. An ache of unsatisfied longing, like having had an entire night of rough sex and now having a vaginal muscle ache. Only, nothing did happen but thinking about things and what could be.
Yes, I admit, I am a prude and I am not comfortable in my body. Plus, this thing of being separated from a cheating husband, but still being in the bound of holy matrimony keeps me from doing the things any other woman might have done long before.
I honestly did not believe for a moment that you’re really so well equipped as you said you are…big and long, and hard like a rock. I was thinking about impalement when you described your lovestick to be 8.5 inches long with a thick head and a shaft of almost 2 inches in diameter. But then again, just considering to get taken by you and stretched to accomodate you caused again this deep and low ache inside my belly.
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C’mon baby, please?” I tried in vain one more time to get him to come to work and bang my brains out on the conference table. Sheesh! For a pervert, the man sure could have his prude moments! I’d already assured him a thousand times that I would be the only person there all day. I give up!
I gave him a kiss and huffed away to my car. I drove to the river still steamed at his cowardice, and sat at the boat dock in the dark listening to the river flow by. I always loved this time of day and this spot, and pretty soon I relaxed and laid down on the cool wood slats of the dock, daydreaming.
Hearing the wood creak behind me, I turned to dimly see a guy in cutoff shorts and a tight t-shirt standing on the end of the dock, looking at me. Hmmm. From what I could see, this was the finest river rat I had seen in a long time! Graying brown hair, mustache, hairy brown legs and arms, and a hint of something ornery in his eyes that I could see even in this light.
We looked each other over for a second, then he asked if he could join me. Of course, I patted the dock next to me. Acting like we were long-lost friends, he laid down on his back on the dock next to me. We silently listened to the river for a few minutes, then chatted quietly for a little while.
Laying there next to him I got to thinking about how exciting it might be to fuck a total stranger in a public place like this. I debated the wisdom of coming on to him slowly versus jumping on him and ripping his clothes off. As if he could read my mind I could sense a sudden tension in his body lying next to mine.
Suddenly I got angry with myself for being a coward, too. With a defiant growl at the very thought, I sat up hurriedly and straddled him without warning, bending over so I could see the glint in his eyes.
“You’ve got about 20 seconds to run for your life if you want to,” I warned.
“I ain’t scair’t,” He joked back immediately. “Are you?”
Well there you have it. It sounded like a request to be molested to me. I enthusiastically ripped off my shirt and bra and yanked his shirt up, with him laughing and leaning up to help. I got up off of him long enough to yank my jeans off and to let him pull off his shorts. I stood above him, buck naked and laughed aloud with the sheer joy of doing something so carefree.
Then I looked down at the rigid cock jutting up at me and was suddenly struck with a longing to impale myself on it, the rush of expectant heat in my pussy surprisingly fast and intense.
I squatted back down over him, fitting his rigid shaft into my hungry pussy with a sigh of relief. I did nothing for a few moments, simply enjoying the full feeling, then clenched my pussy muscles a few times around him, teasing him a little. In the dim light of the mist covered morning I watched his eyes darken as he tried to thrust upward into me.
With a chuckle, I leaned over him, placing my hands on his chest and slowly slid up and down his dick, almost letting it pop out before sliding back down. The man had a beautiful dick. Average length, but a little thick, with a nice big head.
I sped up a little, too impatient to torture either of us for long. Taking my hands off his chest, I placed one of his hands on my hip and the other on my breast, encouraging him to pinch and pull on my nipples while I rode him hard and fast.
Both of us were moaning and groaning and muttering encouragement, and I slammed back and forth on his cock, riding it up, down, forward and back with abandonment, looking-I’m sure-like some kind of crazed naked bull rider!
Just as I started to lean forward in expectation of an orgasm, I saw headlights in the parking lot above us, and a familiar blue pickup pulling up and parking, shutting off his lights.
There was no way in hell I was stopping now, and I didn’t bother to mention it to the poor stud I was riding. I leaned forward with my breasts dangling above his mouth, encouraging him to suck and bite as I hunched back and forth quickly to a fast hard orgasm.
I shouted “God! Yes!” as I came on him, pussy convulsing around his abused dick over and over and over. With a shout of his own muffled by a mouth full of tit, he yanked my pussy down tight against him, arching his back and blasting load after load of cum deep into my cunt, setting off more aftershocks of pleasure in my sensitive puss.
Whew! Holy shit that was fantastic! I sneaked a peek up to the parking lot and saw the taillights of the blue pickup leaving as we lay there gasping for air like fish out of water. Then with a jolt I grabbed his arm to look at his watch, and scrambled into my clothes, giving him an absent-minded kiss as I made a beeline for my car, thinking I was going to be very late for work. At the car I stopped and looked back down at him, slowly fumbling into his clothes, and looking like he didn’t know what hit him.
“Thanks!” I yelled, and blew him a kiss as I drove away.
You know, I never even asked him his name….
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Author: Eroticthoughts Category: Chance Meetings
“Come on Marny, just do it.” Angel firmly said.
“I don’t want to, I feel strange doing it.”
Angel walked over to Marny who was near the full length window. “Look out there, are they gorgeous or what?”
Marny looked at the two buff landscapers, they were wearing just cut off jeans and work boots, sweat streaming down their toned, tan backs and chests.
“I can’t…what if they think we are sluts?”
“Come on, look at them, they look like they love sluts! I’m telling you if you take off your clothes and stand there, I’ll do the same thing in the other window. They will just look and maybe get hard, then we can close the curtains and have a good laugh. Come on, be spontaneous for once in your life!”
Marny thought it over as she peeked at those two hot guys.
“Oh ok, but you get naked first and then I will.”
“Fine!” Angel said and took off her sweat shorts and tee shirt. As she stood completely nude, Marny noticed her nipples were rock hard and she saw that she had no pubes. Her body was long and lean and tan all over. “Your turn!” Angel said as she motioned her hand up and down in the air toward Marny.
“Ohhhh brother, this better be funny, and nothing bad better happen!” Marny said as she unzipped her shorts, dropped them and removed her halter, standing only in her pink lacy boy panties.
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Author: wetslit Category: Mature Men and Women
I’d had such a tough week at work. The kind where you just want to scream at the next person who asks for a little favour. Believe me, there is no such thing. Anyway, I desperately needed to wind down and relax and found myself walking into the first bar I saw.
It was a small bar with only a few men in it. A couple playing pool, the bartender and an older man sitting at the bar. They all looked up at me as I walked in. I suppose I was a bit of an unusual sight in a place like this. I was still in my work clothes.
My short black skirt and sheer white blouse showed the perfect curves of my body, my hips swaying as I walked towards the bar. My large DD breasts were encased (only just!) in a lace demi bra once size too small (they just don’t make the sexy ones big enough for my breasts). I’m sure if you looked hard enough you could see the outline of my areolas and nipples through my blouse. My pussy was barely sheathed in a tiny white g-string, to match my bra, and the lace rubbed delicately against my lips as I moved. To complete my outfit I had on lace topped thigh high stockings and black stilettos. My long curly red hair hung over my shoulders and halfway down my back.
I sat next to the older man at the bar, you. I am 25 and you must be at least double my age. I have to admit I have always been attracted to older men. I like their manliness and experience and the thought of the pussies they have fucked before mine.
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He slouched, rather than sat in his seat in first class. His big floppy hat and oversized sunglasses blocked most of his face, which relieved him because the last thing he wanted was to be noticed. He just wanted to get back to Paris to his woman and the kids.
He didn’t see her until she sat down next to him. She was about his height and had honey blonde hair. He didn’t see her eyes because she too wore oversized sunglasses, which was a bit redundant since it was pouring down the snow outside. She wore a business suit, decidedly designer and a thick wool coat that was all the rage. She carried her leather briefcase securely at her side.
She was important. He hated important people. He knew that she would spend the entire flight on her laptop or talking on her high-powered cell phone. How he hated corporate tycoons.
She surprised him by shrugging off her coat and business jacket and pulling out her silk dress shirt before flopping down next to him. Off came her important sunglasses, and she was all at once human. From her snappy briefcase she pulled out a Rolling Stone magazine of all things, and he slouched even further, recognizing his picture on the cover.
“Please Johnny, make a record,” she muttered flipping to that article.
“Why?” his voice startled them both and had her emerald eyes snapping up to meet his.
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<h4>Author: <a href=”http://www.fantasies.com/Stories.asp?a=2&apk=279154″>WetDreams4U2</a> Category: <a href=”http://www.fantasies.com/StoriesInSubCat.asp?scid=22″>Chance Meetings</a></h4>
I grew up with Bill. He was like the brother I never had but he was more than just that. I could say anything to him without fear of being judged. He knew what to say and when to say it. Most males always wanted to sleep with me but Bill, even though he often joked about us having sex, never went that way with me. On any given day I would have probably gone to bed with Bill under the right conditions but he always said that if we did it would change our relationship forever and he wanted to keep us close. The more he rejected the idea, the more alluring the sound of being with him became. One night, while lying awake and not being able to sleep, I could no longer take it. I had to do Bill once and for all even if it meant putting our long term friendship at risk. I wanted to know what it felt like to feel his naked body all over mine. This was going to be no easy task since besides Bill’s long term convictions about us, he now was married too, making my chore that much more difficult. I needed a plan and I needed to be bold. I knew I had one chance at success and if I failed, I might never get that chance again.
It all came together July 4th weekend. I needed Bill at my house and clueless to my real reasons. On that Saturday I asked Bill, who prided himself on cars, to help me shop for a used car to replace my current set of wheels. I pretended I was helpless without him. When he agreed to help me, I knew I was making progress. I asked him to come over by 9 AM so we could get a jump on the day. I was so horny over my plan I wished he could have arrived by sunrise. My boyfriend wound up spending the night, which threw me a curve. I thought the whole plan was going to die because of that too. Ironically I put my diaphragm in just in case my boyfriend got any ideas, which would have derailed my plans with Bill. Luckily my boyfriend showed zero interest in me, leaving me horny and with my diaphragm still in.
About 5 minutes after my beau left, Bill showed up, ready in his mind to look at cars. I had other plans! I apologized to him about not being ready because I was kept busy by my boyfriend. I asked him if he minded if I took a quick shower and then we could leave. He didn’t mind. Now, I had to get him into my bedroom and in view of the shower. I said I had a plan, right? I asked Bill to come check out the new flat screen TV I bought and asked what he thought of it. Being a techno geek to a degree, he could not resist. Now I had him in my bedroom, on my bed and watching TV. It was getting there. While he surfed the TV, I went about picking out my clothes and undergarments right in front of him. I was being very obivous yet subtle at the same time. I was desperately trying to get him to focus on me.
I finally got a little bold and asked him to help me pick out an outfit, including my undies. He seemed embarrassed but also seemed like he enjoyed it. He picked out the sexiest bra / thong combo in my collection. Now came the most difficult part. How do I get him to see me either nude or in that get up? I knew it was no easy chore but the only plan I had was for him to get me a bath towel by conveniently forgetting one. I left him to his TV watching and jumped into the shower. I thought my task was going to be impossible but Bill literally opened up the door that day. I heard him tell me that he had to use the bathroom and if I minded. I told him no problem but not to flush or else I would get scalded. When I heard him in the room, I quickly turned off the shower and pulled the curtain away, pretending I didn’t realize he was there. He stood there motionless as did I. He never even saw me in a bra and panties before and now I stood there totally naked, dripping wet. He looked confused yet he he looked very aroused. He could have left the room and I could have pulled the curtain back but neither of us did either.
He gulped and broke the silence. We needed one of us to break the silence and I thought it better be me if we are to both do what I want. I told him the truth as to my real reasons for wanting him there. I then told him I had a diaphragm in if he wanted me. By this time, I was out of the shower and maybe 2 feet from him. I sensed his arousal. I told him that whatever we did beyond that moment would be our secret. He didn’t say a word. Instead he came over to me and kissed me like most men would kiss a sister. I was momentarily upset but then Bill kissed me like I was never kissed before.
My whole body went limp. I couldn’t take it, being so horny already. He kept kissing me and I felt his body begin to get aroused more than mine. He bent over and started kissing and sucking my tits. He was animalisitc yet hotter than you know what. I would have fucked him right there on the bathroom floor but was enjoying the other stuff so much I just had to wait. When he started playing with my pussy, I just about melted. He lifted me up and carried me the 10 feet to my bed and just plopped me down on my bed. I took off his clothes, dying to see his manhood. It felt like I was unwrapping a Xmas present when I was pulling down his pants. His cock was HUGE! I was in heaven. I began to stroke it and I heard him moan. I wanted so badly to impress him. I looked at him as I slipped his monster into my mouth. I thought I would choke and gag but it was like candy. I saw him completely out of control now and I knew he was mine for as long as I held his cock.
I kept sucking and trying to deep throat him but that was a tough one. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and told me that he was dying to feel it in my pussy. He was so determined and I was so willing. I could not remember ever feeling this horny or filled with anyicipation but his cock could not get in fast enough. He played at the beginning and toyed with me, saying maybe we should stop. I knew I couldn’t so I know he couldn’t either. After a minute of this, Bill plunged his monster cock in me and I was the happiest woman on earth. He didn’t exactly start fucking me but instead just gazed into my eyes as to savor a moment a long time coming. It was after that he began doing what I always wanted hin to do.
For 30 minutes or so, Bill just banged away as I came and came. He was all that and more. Now it was my turn to make him cum. I looked up at him and told him he better hold on tight. I gave him the ride of his life and screamed that I wanted him to cum and cum. When he heard that, I felt his cock get even larger and that sent me into outer space. As we went into overdive, I felt Bill start to cum and when he did, I started to have this orgasm from another world. I didn’t think orgasms could be so intense but this one was a killer. We both kept cumming and it felt like forever before we stopped. Bill collapsed next to me. He obviously never felt anything like what he just felt and neither had I. It took us 10 minutes to catch our breaths.
When we finally did get back to normal breathing, neither of us were sure what we felt but we both knew we liked what we felt. We knew that we wanted to do it again but Bill said he was married, I had a a boyfriend and we could ruin the friendship. He retracted that last statement by saying he enjoyed a friendship that might include something like what we just did. In my mind, I want at least another time with him. I will wait and let you know what happens
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It is 10 p.m. at night and as I walk through the door to your office I can see you hunched over your desk working diligently on some project that has been claiming your attention for most of the evening. As I close the door softly behind me you glance up from your work and do a double take as you see me standing there in a raincoat and high heels.
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You were following me down the hallway…it’s dark, and suddenly, you grab hold of me, holding me tight against your body…we maneuver up against the wall. You take both my hands in yours and place them with my palms against the wall. Your breath hot against my neck and right ear. You press your weight against me, I can feel you getting hard against the curve of my ass. You pin both my wrists to the wall with your left hand. I’m wearing my favorite faded t-shirt, no bra, no panties and my favorite black shorts. You nibble and lick my right ear, starting from the outer ear to the inner ear. My neck muscles involuntarily react, catching your head between mine and my shoulders. You take your right hand, my shirt slightly above my waist and bare skin showing, and move your hand along my right side, up the side of my right breast, driving me insane. My body shudders from all the places my skin is tingling.
I start to wiggle, the intensity of your touch is almost too much. I feel your hard cock, firm against my ass, pleading to be released from your shorts. Your left hand still pinning me in place; your right exploring my entire mid-section without touching my nipples or slit. The anticipation is driving me wild, my breath becomes shallow. My right nipple hard against the soft fabric of my shirt. Finally, your right hand cups my breast, moves up and rolls the nipple between the rough skin of your fingers. I audibly moan and become weak kneed. You quickly catch me with your strong thighs and your cock is digging against my ass.
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I sighed and glanced at my watch for the thousandth time. The passengers filed off of the plane and across the walkway to the gate and I watched impatiently for some sign that my fiancée recognized her best friend from college.
“Any sign of her?” I asked.
Victoria turned and flashed those deep brown eyes at me. “Not yet. You’ll know when I see her.”
Why I had to be there, I had no idea. This woman was going to be staying with us until the wedding; I was sure to meet her and get to know her then. But Victoria had demanded it, and like in all things, she usually got what she wanted. I stood there towering over her auburn head and looking for the woman Victoria had described as a “fat red head.”
Many large women came off of the plane but none of them wore red hair. I sighed and shuffled my feet again.
“There she is!” Victoria squealed. She lunged forward toward a woman that I couldn’t pick out in the crowd. I was left standing on the sidelines holding Victoria’s purse. I could hear her loud nasally voice from where I stood and flinched. I was marrying this woman and I had better get used to that voice, even though it wasn’t the one she typically used. It was her fake company voice.
I waited as patiently as I could, until finally I saw Victoria leading the woman I presumed was Kayla. She was nothing like I’d imagined. I’d pictured a bawdy redhead with rust colored curls that clashed with all that she wore with a big fat ass and bulging eyes. Victoria had made no secret to me why she had called Kayla to be her maid of honor.
“She’s ugly and she’ll make me look great in the photos,” Victoria said with a smirk. “Besides I always told her that when I got married she’d be the maid of honor.”
But Victoria’s snide comments were forgotten as I took in Kayla for the first time. While she wasn’t willow thin like Victoria, she was far from fat. Kayla had curves in all the places that men dream about. Her hips were wide but not offensively wide; they were just wide enough to make a man dream about crawling in between them and losing himself there. She had large breasts and stretched her blouse out at the neck and gave the tall an exceptional view of them—one which I would take advantage of as often as possible. Her face was heart shaped and she had a beautiful smile framed by think pink lips bare of any lip gloss. All I could see was her taking my cock into her mouth and staring up at me with those vicious green eyes she was piercing me with at that moment.
Lust had never hit me as hard as it did at that moment; it sucker punched me in the gut.
“Kayla, this is Rick, my future husband,” Victoria said with much over needed bravado. “Rick, this is my best friend in the whole world, Kayla.”
For the first it since I’d met Victoria I realized how very two-faced she was. She had told me how much Kayla got on her nerves and how she was dreading having her stay with us until next weekend for the wedding, and here she was all smiles and giggles.
“So you’re the lucky guy?” Kayla’s voice had a husky lilt to it as she openly gave me a once over. She was checking me out and I could only pray that she wouldn’t linger on my cock, because it was already springing to life. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Rick.”
“Same,” I muttered, hefting her suitcase and turning away abruptly.
The two giggling women followed me all the way to the car and the giggling didn’t stop until we reached our two story house in the suburbs of Chicago.
“I love this house,” Victoria said proudly. “Actually, I was showing a house down the street and I happened to see it, and I knew right then that one way or another I was going to live there. It just so happened that Rick had been out washing his car that very day. I walked over and introduced myself and that was that.”
She left out the part where she walked up to me, backed me up against the side of my truck and kissed me while massaging my cock through my shorts. For all of her faults, Victoria had the ability to make a man’s head spin when she wanted to. She was a hot fuck and that made me forgive most of her faults.
I didn’t correct Victoria. I just let her ramble on while I carried Kayla’s suitcase up the stairs to the guest bedroom.
“Well, you’ll be staying here. I’ll let you get comfortable and then we’re going out for a little girl talk,” Victoria said as they followed on my heels.
“What about Rick? I’d hate to leave him out,” Kayla said and I thought I heard a distinct purr in her voice.
“He has to work,” Victoria said shortly. “So be ready in two hours, okay?”
“Will do,” Kayla said with a smile. She walked into her room, managing to brush up against me in the doorframe. “Thanks.”
I grumbled something unintelligible and disappeared, hoping that I wouldn’t see her for the rest of this trip.
“Bastards!”
I knew that grunt even before I rolled over. The sun hit me square in the face as Victoria opened the shades.
“I have to go into work,” she hissed angrily. “I had planned to go shopping. Kayla needs to go get fitted for the tarp that I’m having made for her into a dress. Apparently the real-estate business cannot go on without me. So you’ll just have to entertain Kayla today for me. I don’t know how long I’ll be.”
I grunted. I had managed to avoid Kayla for three days and with only three more to go before the wedding, I was confident that I would have to pop a boner around my fiancée’s best friend.
“I know I’m asking you a huge favor,” Victoria said in a sultry voice. “Asking you to put up with that cow is just ridiculous, but I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
With that I flipped over on my back. “Oh, really? What do you plan on doing to make it up to me?”
With a swift yank the sheet was off of the bed and my stiffening cock was visible.
“God I love your cock,” she said in a breathless anticipation. Then in the same instant she snapped out of it. “I can’t do anything now, but I promise it’ll be worth it.”
Then she was gone out of the bedroom, leaving the door open and my dick hard.
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“Miss Donahue, can you come into my office right away, and bring the Henderson files with you.”
This was the call that Karen had been waiting for. She pressed the intercom on her desk. “I’ll be right in, sir,” she told the man.
Karen picked up the papers and headed to the office. She stopped briefly to knock on the door and then when she heard her boss tell her to enter, she pushed her way in.
The man looked up the young account executive. “I only have about fifteen minutes,” he told the young woman. “You said you only needed a few minutes. Is that enough?”
“That’s more than enough time, sir. Thank you.”
“All right then. Get on with it. Let’s see what you have to show me.”
Karen took a deep breath. A lot was riding on what she said next. “As you know, sir, we’ve been trying to get the Henderson business for some time now, because we heard they were unhappy with their current public relations firm. But despite our efforts, they’ve stayed with their old firm. Rumors still are they are dissatisfied, but we haven’t been able to get them to make the jump yet.”
“I know all that,” her boss snapped. “Tell me something I don’t know. How can we get that account?”
Karen took another deep breath. “I think we’re going about it the wrong way. Henderson’s been burned recently. They lost some court cases that they shouldn’t have lost, but they lost even more because it seemed to them as if their public relations firm let them down.”
“We’re not gods, Miss Donahue.”
“I understand that,” Karen said, “but the problem is that the people at Henderson don’t. What they keep seeing from every firm is the same old thing. They don’t like their current firm, but nobody’s told them something that they can get behind, so they stay put until something better comes along. What we need is a whole new approach.”
Karen’s boss listened as the young account executive laid out her plan. Finally, he picked up the folder that Karen brought in and he leafed through its contents. “This is some impressive work you have here–”
“Thank you, sir.”
“But right now, I’m interested in something even more impressive. Come around my desk and let me take a look at that ass of yours.”
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