My name is Steph and I work behind the bar of a small hotel in the Cheshire countryside. Due to the location of the hotel, I have a bedroom there which the owners let me have free of charge. The downside being that I’m usually on call most of the day.
On this one particular evening it was particularly quiet, some of the hotel guests had come into the bar before going into the restaurant, but they were only there for 10 minutes or so. I had decided to start cleaning down the bar, taking down all the bottles from the optics and giving them a wipe, and generally rearranging the bar so that it looked clean and organized.
After about 30 minutes, I heard a noise behind me. As I turned and looked at the young woman stood at the bar, I excused myself as I quickly washed my hands, and then turned my attention to the raving beauty that was now stood in front of me.
“Good evening, my name is Steph, how can I help you this evening?”
“Hi Steph, can I have a glass of white wine, please.” She had a broad, heavy American accent. I smiled at her.
“Would you like, dry, medium dry or sweet.”
“Dry, please,” came the reply. I poured her glass of wine and handed it to her.
“Would you like anything else?” I asked.
“Maybe later,” she replied, with a smile on her face.
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Claire got out the shower and stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, twisting and turning looking at her body. With her pert, firm breasts and her curves still glistening with water from the shower, she had a body that most men drooled over. Without bothering with her towel she walked from the bathroom towards her bedroom and stopped dead in the living room. Seeing her flat mate on her knees giving her boyfriend a rather enthusiastic blowjob, she decided that since she hadn’t been seen (Dave had his eyes shut) she would just watch quietly for a while. As she stood there it seemed Dave was getting to the point of no return. He wrapped his hands into Lucy’s hair and starting ramming his cock into her mouth faster and faster. Claire could see Lucy’s shaven exposed pussy as she knelt forward to take more of Dave’s cock and watched as she moved her hand to her clit and started to touch herself. She saw Dave start to buck and knew he would soon open his eyes, so she left the room quickly and walked into the kitchen to grab a glass of water before going through to her room.
As Claire walked into the kitchen she let out a small scream at the sight of Dave’s best friend Scott standing there. He dropped the glass he was holding and she tried to back out the room as the glass smashed, but found the doorway blocked by still naked Lucy and Dave.
“What the hell is going on?” asked Lucy, looking at the naked Claire and Scott staring at Claire.
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Author: northodoxy Category: Lesbian
The bright sunlight woke me gently, and the room became clearer as my eyes adjusted. It was my own. The feeling of the breeze on my naked skin took my thoughts straight back to the night before, the mysterious guy and the sex we had in the pool. Unconsciously my hand fell between my legs as I remembered the scene; lying back on the edge of the pool with the sky stretching above, exposed to anyone and begging the stranger to fuck me harder and harder.
I thought back to the afternoon when I had first felt his eyes on me and how it turned me on so much. I was normally shy and quiet but I found myself rubbing my pussy right in front of him, my fingers becoming more slippery as his cock began to show through his shorts. A knock at the door shook me out of the daydream and I quickly grabbed my robe.
At the door stood the blonde-haired receptionist that had greeted me on my arrival the day before, her white uniform was short and tight around her body. Without thinking my gaze had come to rest on her cleavage. She coughed to get my attention and I felt my face flush with embarrassment.
“Sorry to disturb you. Miss Harper?” She smirked as she spoke, obviously not as embarrassed as I was.
“Ye-yeah, that’s me.”
“A message was left for you this morning, from a friend I believe.” The cute girl handed me a piece of paper and then walked away. There was just a single line written on it but as I read my body tingled with excitement. ‘I watched you last night. X.’ I read the words over and over again, amazed at how a sentence could turn me on like this. I thought about how I must have looked, how I must have sounded and lastly if the writer of the note was as wet as I was right now.
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Aiden sat at home alone, her body had become an empty shell. Her fingers had lost touch, her lips, taste and her voice had lost all excitement. She hadn’t been out in weeks - her work had consumed her. The only thing she had to keep her company was her new kitten Xiao. The small animal purred on her lap as she reached for her TV remote. Aiden had no calls, no messages, and no new emails to listen to or read. She was utterly bored.
Her life had become a back-to-back issue with work at the office. There was always the same people, the same smiles and the same useless “Hellos.”
She knew she had to work in the morning but the call of late night TV kept her awake.
Finally, after finishing a box of cookies and drinking the last of milk she decided it was time to go to bed. Aiden went to her bathroom and began her nightly routine. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and stripped down to her underwear. She crawled under her covers and started to drift off into a deep sleep. Her body had reached its limit and was under the spell of night but her mind would not cease to rest.
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Veronica was bagging groceries at Poole-Biscoe and was slowly becoming bored out of her skull. She had been working for six hours straight with no break and hardly any customers. It would be four more hours before the day was over and she could go home and relax. She sighed in exasperation.
“Can I get that double bagged?” a melodic voice asked. Veronica grumbled and double bagged the groceries. It was only when she handed the groceries to the customer that her mood brightened.
Veronica handed the bags to the customer. She noticed that the customer was tattooed on both of her wrists and the tattoos seemed to twist up and around her arm, hidden under the sleeves of her shirt.
“They’re all connected,” the woman said.
“Huh,” Veronica said, looking up into the customer’s face.
The woman had startling green eyes with subtle flecks of gold. She also had wild, unruly, wavy raven hair down to her waist. She noticed Veronica admiring her and waited until Veronica had taken her in to repeat herself.
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I closed the door behind me with a grin spread across my face, which was still wet. I had to get back to work, and after a start like that I knew I had a long day ahead. I stopped by my own room to freshen up quickly but didn’t brush my teeth; I wanted to savor the lingering taste of pussy on my tongue for as long as possible. When I finally reached the reception desk and resumed my post it was like nothing had happened. I had just taken an extended bathroom break, got a colleague to cover for me and fucked an attractive stranger.
I giggled at the thought, getting an odd look from the customers who had just arrived. I couldn’t care less though, I was far too busy daydreaming about my earlier encounter. I hadn’t lied to the girl about not wearing any underwear, I stopped putting any on shortly after I started working here. A hazard of my job was that the gorgeous people wandering around semi-naked had me almost always horny. I couldn’t walk past the pool without feeling a twitch from my nether regions, let alone any of the sauna or steam rooms. And it wasn’t just me that got excited by it all. The two I had watched having sex in the pool last night, for example. That kind of thing happened quite often, so I always made sure to walk past after dark, in hope of catching the action.
The day did indeed drag on slowly, and in between greeting guests and taking bookings for various spa treatments I looked through the room list. It turns out that the girl I had ‘visited’ that morning was called Sofia and it was the first time she had been here. My mind drifted back to the note I had given her, and what happened afterwards. I did really want to see her again, and when I told her I did massages I was telling the truth. Actually I was no masseuse, but the massages I gave always seemed to end in the same way -with a very happy customer who couldn’t wait to book themselves another stay at the spa, which in turn got me much praise from the boss. I enjoyed them as well, however today my thoughts were elsewhere and so when a colleague told me that I had one to do at 3pm I didn’t jump at the chance.
“Are you sure there’s nobody else that can do it?”
“Sorry Sarah, we’ve got two girls on holiday and the rest are all booked up.” The woman shrugged her shoulders and gave me an apologetic look. I didn’t argue, I knew we were understaffed at the moment. Maybe it would even take my mind off Sofia.
I waited until 3 o’clock passed until heading over to the treatment rooms so that the customer had time to undress and get ready. When I walked in I noticed someone already lying on the massage table, and although facing away, I could tell it was a fairly well built guy.
“Sorry if I kept you waiting,” I said absent-mindedly. As he turned his head my eyes widened. I had seen that face before and I spent a moment trying to place it.
“Is there a problem?” As he spoke I suddenly realized I had been staring in silence. Then it hit me. It was the guy who had been in the pool last night. The guy who fucked the same girl as I had done, now laying just a few feet away and naked but for a towel draped across his buttocks.
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Abby banged her shin painfully on a chair in her haste to escape the conference room. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed. No one seemed to have, so she fled the room gratefully. It was altogether too hot and stuffy in there, and the director of Tech Support was altogether too distracting.
Walking back to her office made her a little steadier on her feet. Since her recent promotion to supervisor in Accounting, Abby rated an office instead of a peon-cubicle. Not that it was any bigger than a cubicle, but it did have the benefit of some added privacy. She could goof off without worrying about people happening to look over her shoulder at her monitor to see that her “quarterly report” looked suspiciously like an astrology webpage.
Abby settled in front of her computer, still a little warm from having to sit across from Laura Taylor for an entire 2-hour meeting. “I hope I didn’t blush too obviously when she started fiddling with that pen,” she thought. “That’s the trouble with fair skin; blushing is always so noticeable. But, really, she has a very erotic way of sucking on the end of her pen. And of walking. And opening a briefcase. It’s just not fair.”
She opened up her email program and drafted an email to her friend Jonathon. “New update on the crush situation: Sat across from Laura in our weekly management meeting this morning. I think you’re wrong about getting over this the more I work with her. Today she took off her jacket and had a sleeveless top on underneath-and she’s got the most beautiful biceps! God, butch women are gorgeous. If she’s not queer, she’s at least gotta be used to women hitting on her. Wish I could risk being out at this company so I could find out. Sometimes I sit at meetings and wonder if she’d like to tie me up and fuck me. Or what it would take to make her lose all that cool control. And then I hope to hell no one can read my mind! See you soon, Jon. And you owe me an update on that guy Chris you keep talking about.”
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I wear the miniskirt. I like it and it’s easy access. Black lace thong for modesty’s sake. I put on a low cut top, no bra because more layers only hinder the inevitable. I pull on a light jacket and ignore the questions in my roommate’s eyes as she watches me get ready. She knows what’s going to happen and she knows that she can’t stop it.
I slip out the front door without a second glance from the night staff or any one else lurking around the lobby. His sleek black car, dark as night is parked right out in front and I slide right in. He pulls away and immediately, he right hand reaches beneath the skirt to my already wet pussy. His fingers slip under the lace and over my freshly shaven mound and now to my already aching clit.
His hands trace the lips of my pussy as I shift for better access, spreading my knees wider. I reach across the console and grace his massive rock hard cock, licking my lips as if dying for a taste. He flicks my clit with the tip of his nail and I arch toward him, grinding my pussy hard on his hand to make the sensations linger.
Somehow, unconsciously, I have loosened his belt and pulled the zipper down and now his cock is rising out of his pants to meet my questing hand. Again I lurch forward on the fingers that know my pussy so well.
My hand grazes his stiff cock and electric chills go up and down my spine. Suddenly I’m bent over the console with my face in his lap forcing his thick shaft into my mouth and my tongue swirls around him. I hear the groan low in his throat and my pulse begin to pound. I feel his finger easing its way into my ass and now I groan in delight.
Finally, he stops the car. But we’re not at his apartment. He couldn’t drive and watch me give him head so he does the logical things; he stops the car and leans the seat back. Now I have full access, I ease his pants over his hips and begin to suck gently on his balls. But really I’m in love with the tip of his huge penis. It’s so round and beautiful. I raise back up to greet it as it stares at me, almost daring me to take it in to my mouth.
His finger is pumping a steady rhythm in and out of my ass. I find myself moving with his rhythm and soon I’m sucking his cock in the same pattern that he’s finger fucking my ass. He starts to shiver and I know he’s close. He pulls my head up for a kiss, enjoying the taste of himself on my lips. Now he pulls me across the console, doing away with my shirt and leaving me bare breasts as his fingers find my wet pussy hole soaking wet and begging for attention.
With one a nipple in his mouth and three fingering sliding in and out of me, I’m arched against the steering wheel, panting and moaning so loud that the echo in the car is deafening. His teeth are gently scraping my sensitive flesh and I quiver from the inside out as my nipples both turn into hard little round diamonds puckering in attention for his decadent mouth. He mouth moves up to my arch neck to nibble here and there as I feel my own climax coming on. I don’t try to stop him, it just feels so damn good…I feel so filled, and yet know the best is yet to come.
Before I can do anything, I’m cumming so hard that my pussy literally grabs his fingers and sucks them inside of me, milking them. The scream I let out is animal-like, nothing remotely human about the release I feel at that moment. His fingers are still inside me as I slowly come back down and stare at him. He is so good to me. I lean down and nearly suck his tongue out of his mouth. His shirt is done away with, and he’s left bare-chested and bare cocked in my presence. I press my nipples to his chest as I start to kiss him from his neck down over the hard plains of his chest down to where his pubic hair starts.
I can feel his stiff manhood quivering, ready to be buried deep inside my pussy as my pussy hungers for it. Finally I give in to the urging and impale myself on his monster shaft, wincing at sheer width and length as it slides up inside me. The pleasure is intense and almost takes my breath away as I sit for a second before beginning to rock back and forth and then up and down. I feel his hands on my ass helping me moving along his now slippery cock. I find myself arching and moving, grunting and groaning, feeling as if I’m going to explode out of sure joy. Then my muscles begin to lock up and I’m moving faster and faster. I know he’s about to cum with me because his head is tossed back and there is nothing stifling the sheer animal lust coming out of him. My pussy tightens, holding onto him for dear life, and the thick vein running along in his shaft begins to throb and then it happens… he shoots his cum all in side of me. Coating my pussy with its thick warmness. I groan and smile as he fills me so completely that some begins to slide out of my pussy and down his cock, coating it in pearly whiteness. I reach down with one of my finger and grab a dot of it. Bringing it to my lips, I sigh in satisfaction as his mouth savages mine, and we prepare for round three.
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I can feel the sun beat down on me, causing little beads of perspiration to dot my skin as I continue to work in my garden. If there is anything I love in this world, it’s working in my garden. The feel of the earth sliding through my fingers and smell of the fresh dirt–I find it all very erotic in many ways, and maybe that’s why Joe is such an avid fan of my gardens. Roses in one corner, chrysanthemums in another. A rippling fountain in the middle. Sage and spices perfume the air. Everything flower that you can name grows wild here in my paradise. Morning glories cling to an arch that serves as a gateway to my paradise. It is truly one of the most beautiful places to be, surrounded by the orgasmic flow of nature at its best. I work in my garden each day, but this morning as I plunge my spade into the soft ground, I can feel something different on the wind.
A wind of change, I think to myself. It inspires a chuckle as does most of my thoughts. I come from a long line of healers–those that believe that the cure to all ills comes from Mother Earth. Like all the women in my family, I was brought to the conclusion early that life comes from the earth. Hence my time and my love for my garden. Joe thinks I’m crazy, but honestly, I don’t care.
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“I shouldn’t be doing this.” I shook my head as his lips traveled over my neck. All I could think about was my husband. But I felt no pain in my heart. All I could feel was the heat of his mouth moving over my skin. I could feel the moisture from him as it cooled me down when the breeze blew over me. Although they were safe in the condo, it suddenly felt as if it were as cold inside as it was outside. As snow fell outside, I had the urge to leave. To get somewhere safe. I clenched my fist and gathered up some resolve. It might just be enough to get me out of this.
“Zach, I’m serious. I have a husband waiting for me at home.” My voice sounded weaker than I would have liked.
“Jasmine, relax. Mike never has to know.” Zach had always been slightly evil. In high school we were so in love. He was the boy that my mother hated and my father wanted to give him an ass kicking that would last generations. Zach and I dated for almost 5 years. We met freshman year dated almost until the end of our freshman year in college. By then, we had become two totally different people and a long distance relationship was hard. He had always been a ‘ladies man’ and I had a hard time trusting him when he was in New York and I was all the way in California. When we finally did break it off, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t ever see him again, which made it easier to move on. I had never really gotten over him, perhaps that’s why I am where I am now. Fourteen years later, here I am, in his condo. Life had a funny way of dealing cards.
Where am I now? I’m in his multi-million dollar condo with the incredible view. Not only that, but I’m slowly being undressed and if I’m not mistaken, I’m being lead back to his bedroom. How in the hell did I get myself into this?
“Zach, stop.” Again, my voice sounded shaky.
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