Her professor teachers her about orgasms, sucking, raw cocks. by FatherMarin. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Unlike most of her professors, Dr. Redding spoke with enthusiasm. He was clearly passionate about the subject material, and enthusiastic about sharing his knowledge with his freshman class. Just how enthusiastic he could be was something she would come to learn in short order. For now, as the professor lectured, her face remained down while she doodled, one hand covering her brow like a visor. It was all she could do to tune him out. That, and the growing wetness between her legs. “As you progress through the program and eventually into your residency, you’ll become accustomed to patients being nervous, or shy, just as you’ll become accustomed to your own nervousness. My advice is to not stress about this process, and to just let things happen naturally. Any questions?” She hadn’t been paying attention to the lecture or the time. Thank god, she thought, her face flush with embarrassment as she rose to leave the class. “Excuse me, would you remain a moment?” She turned to the professor before glancing around as her other classmates filed out of the room. “Me?” she asked. “Yes, if you don’t mind?” “Well, I have work right after this, and it’s getting late…” She looked outside, the sun having nearly set. “I couldn’t help but notice you were distracted today,” Redding said as the last student filed out of the room. This was the last class of the evening, she knew, and soon they would be alone as most of the students left for home or the bar. “Oh. Maybe. Sorry,” she said. “A lot of students find it hard to adjust at the start of the year. I like to make sure they know I’m available and willing to help with anything that comes up, or with any needs that may arise. How have you been adjusting?” Redding walked around around and casually closed the door at the back of the room before returning to his desk at the front, leaning against the front of it and crossing his arms. His slacks seemed to pull taught against his muscular thighs. The bulge in his pants was noticeable. She swallowed, again that wetness between her legs apparent. “Fine. No issues, really. Is there something wrong?” “Not at all. You have a 4.0 this quarter. Normally you’re pretty attentive, but today you hardly looked up once. I thought to check in with you since we’re half-way through the quarter already. How are you finding the material?” They’d been studying reproductive systems, and in truth, much of it was new to her. She’d come from a conservative household and a private Catholic school, and neither had ever taught her anything much about how her own body worked, or sex, or what to do with herself when she’d felt aroused, except that anything outside of marriage–even masturbation–was a sin. It was no wonder that when she began to notice Redding she had a hard time focusing. “It’s…fine,” she said, fidgeting nervously in her chair. She looked up at him, at his broad chest and handsome features–stubbled chin, blue eyes, shaggy hair. He looked like someone from a shampoo commercial. The front of his shirt was tucked casually into his pants, belt slightly askance as he shifted position, ankles uncrossing and crossing again. Suddenly aware that her nipples were pressing prominently against her blouse, she pushed her chest forward, unaware of the motion until she made it. “I don’t have a lot of, um…I mean with the material, I don’t…I haven’t…” she trailed off, catching herself again glancing toward the bulge in his pants before looking quickly away. Was it growing? “You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Not much in the way of sex ed either, I take it?” She gasped, blushed, felt the heat rise quickly in her chest and throat and, yes, between her legs. “Don’t worry,” Redding said, uncrossing his arms and gripping the edge of the desk as he leaned back. “It’s just as I said in class: you have to get used to these things, get comfortable talking about sex and bodies and vaginas and erections and ejaculation. If you’re not comfortable, then your patients aren’t going to be comfortable. As doctors, it’s our job to put them at ease.” Redding spoke matter-of-factly, casual, as if he were discussing what to have for dinner. His candor helped put her at ease and she relaxed a little, setting her backpack on the floor next to her desk. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps talking about these things openly and objectively would help put some of her nerves at ease. “I’ve never seen a penis,” she said, deciding in the moment to throw herself out there, as her roommate was constantly encouraging. This was her professor, a man in a position of respect and authority. He could be trusted. She could learn from him. If not him, then whom else? “I’ve been so focused on studying and working that I haven’t had time for a boyfriend, and school is only going to get harder. I guess I’m just worried that by the time I do, the first one I see will be a patient’s.” Her professor nodded, seeming to consider what she had said. “And you feel that with your inexperience, your patients won’t trust you? That they’ll somehow know you’re a virgin?” He was right. She looked from the window and the setting sun outside, turning to acknowledge what he had said, but again her gaze went first to his crotch and for a moment, the words caught in her through. There was a growing erection. She simply nodded, unable to take her eyes off it. “Look,” Redding said, taking a step toward her. “I don’t often do this, but I want to help you. I want to make sure you succeed. I can tell your inexperience is really bothering you, and I want to make sure you can put your mind at ease. If you want, I’d be willing to show you mine. I moonlight as a nude model every now and then, so I’m used to this anyway. Would you feel better if you got to see what a penis looked like in real life?” “Uh huh,” she said, unable to speak. Was this really happening? Was it unethical? Deeply unethical, her mind screamed. And yet, that wetness between her legs, the warmth there… Redding unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. They fell to the floor. His legs were muscular, black briefs skin-tight against the thick chords of muscles in his thighs. A large erection there–six inches? Seven? She couldn’t be sure–was apparent. “I’d show you what a flaccid penis looks like, but one thing you’ll learn about men is that they can’t often control when they’re erect. Just accept it when it happens and everything will come naturally after that. Being a nude model probably helped me more with that than being a doctor, to be honest. Here, I’ll show you,” he said, pushing his briefs down to the floor. Out sprang his cock, and she gasped. She had seen a dildo at a sex shop once, but seeing the real thing was something else entirely. He was thick, and well trimmed. A small line of hair rain up his navel. She felt dizzy. “Notice that I am circumcised,” he said, taking another step. He was close now, within reach. She squirmed in her seat, again aware of her erect nipples, the wetness between her legs, heat in her neck and chest. He continued. “If I were not,” he said, taking his cock in his hand and moving it so she could see it from another angle, “a layer of foreskin would conceal the head of my penis, and it would retract as I entered my partner, or masturbated.” She could smell his cologne. Faint, earthy. Sandalwood, maybe, or vanilla. “You’ve never performed oral sex before, have you?” She shook her head. “Give me your hand.” He reached for her, and, head spinning, heart pounding, she took it. Gently he guided it to his thick, bulging shaft, and wrapped her fingers around it. “Like this,” he said, his hand still around hers. He began to guide her hand up and down his shaft, up and down, slowly. “When your partner becomes aroused like this, it’s good to start things off with your hands. It’s okay to take your time at this point. There’s no rushing foreplay. Especially as a virgin, you want to make sure you’re going slowly.” He guided her fingers along his shaft and over the tip of his cock, which had begun to leak precum. He removed his hand from hers, allowing her to continue on her own. “And now this,” he said, taking another step toward forward. Her chair was just the right height to put her face in line with his cock, and gently he took the back of her head, guiding himself into her mouth. He moaned as her tongue slipped over the tip of his penis, his throbbing shaft pressing into the back of her throat. She gagged at first and he backed partially out before pulling her head back onto him. Her hands found his hips and before she realized what she was doing, she found herself bobbing over his cock, the tip of it bumping against the back of her throat as she took all of him. It was a surprise how easily she found herself able to deepthroat him, something she would later credit to her natural lack of a strong gag reflex. “Yes,” he moaned, his hips now thrusting into her as he fucked her mouth. “Yes, exactly. Just like that.” Jesus Christ this is wrong, she thought. What the fuck am I doing? I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m that student. What would my friends think? What would my pastor think? But the taste of him was incredible, and the gentle way he fucked her throat was unlike anything she had ever experienced. She felt like…like…her mind struggled to think of something. Like a whore. “Your partner should warn you when he’s about to cum. When it happens, you’ll decide if you’re comfortable swallowing his ejaculate or not. And you’re going to have to make that decision very soon,” he said, grunting. He had become more aggressive, grabbing a fistful of her hair from the back of her head. No longer was he gentle. No longer was he going slow. He pulled her head hard against his crotch as he thrust forward, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. “I’m cumming,” he said, grunting, “I’m cumming. Oh god, fuck, yes!” He pulled her onto his shaft one last time, deep, burying his large and rock-hard erection deep in her throat. A thick stream of cum burst from him as his cock throbbed, hot ropes of semen coating the back of her throat. She swallowed it all. After a moment he pulled back, out of breath. “There,” he said, panting. “You’re very good at that. Nothing to worry about at all. You’ll know what to do for next time. Here.” He lead her from her desk and guided her toward his. “But, I don’t–” “It’s okay,” he said, standing in front of her. His hands found her button on her jeans and he undid them, pushing them to the floor. She kicked her flip flops off and stepped out of them, suddenly aware she had not been wearing any panties that day. “As a doctor, you’re going to need to know how to interact with your female patients as well. You’re going to want to be able to relate to them when they tell you about their clitoris.” He slid her panties off her hips, then pulled her shirt over her head. Her arms came up willingly enough. This was happening too fast, and, head spinning, pussy aching, she let it. Whore, she thought as he gripped her breast in one hand and took the nipple of her other in his mouth. I’m a fucking whore who will suck and fuck and let myself be touched. The thought excited her. “There are many nerves in the nipples, and it’s often a great way have your partner stimulate you,” he said, his tongue flicking over her nipple. He opened wide and took her breast inside his mouth, the entirety of her areola fitting in as he gently sucked. With his other hand he pinched her other nipple, palmed her breast, rubbed and squeezed it. “Oh,” she gasped, a moan coming from between her soft, parted lips. The desk was clear. She shifted on top of it and laid down as he pressed her back against it. He continued to lick and suck on her nipples, alternating between them. The palm of his right hand slid down her chest, over her belly button, and down to her pussy. Her wetness greeted him there and, moaning, she spread her legs, hips gently rocking forward to meet his fingers. Wordlessly he moved his head down, kissing her navel, hands sliding down each of her legs until he gripped behind her knees and held her legs apart. Her toes curled before his tongue even touched her, but when it did, her whole body shivered. “You may find partners that go straight for the clitoris with vigorous stimulation, but I would encourage you to have them go slow, and explore the entirety of the labia majora and labia minora. Especially as a virgin, taking time to really relax and prepare for intercourse will go a long way toward ensuring any pain you experience is minimized. Like this,” he said, and began to lick. With the broad of his tongue, her professor licked from the bottom of her pussy all the way to the top, the pressure light. She shuddered as he flicked her clit, then licked from front to back on one side of her pussy, slowly, before coming back up on the other. She squirmed as he licked her, inching her pussy closer to his face and moaning for more. She took the back of his head in her hands, as he had done with her, and began to rock toward him, her legs and feet in the air. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Then he began to use his hands. Her professor took his thumb and rubbed the entrance of her vagina while he sucked gently on her clit. Fingers wet, he ran his fingers along the length of her while flicking her clit with his tongue. With one hand behind her knee to hold her leg apart, he took the other and began pinching her nipple, thumb flicking it and running over it. Up and down his fingers ran, his tongue rapidly going over her clit top to bottom, top to bottom, faster and faster until he switched direction, this time flicking her clit from side to side. Eagerly she thrust her hips into him, pulling the back of his head hard onto her pussy. A growing sensation of the utmost intensity built within her and she moaned loud, pressing his head into her as she thrust forward as hard as she could, orgasming all over his face. It felt like an explosion and her body roiled, her legs shuddering and she gasped and rode the long and hard orgasms to completion. Carefully he eased off, his tongue still flicking over her clit, her body shuddering violently with each flick as the aftershocks overtook her. He took her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk, her ass sitting against it now, legs still spread before him, swollen pussy still throbbing and still aching. “Is…is that it?” she gasped, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath, unaware that he stood before her with his thick cock hard again and just inches from her opening. “Not quite,” her professor said. She felt something different press against her then and she looked up, shocked to see the head of his cock resting against her clit. “Wait…stop…what…what are you doing? You can’t,” she moaned, already her hips and her throbbing, aching, swollen pussy toward him. “This can’t…but you’re…” He held her feet in each hand and pressed her legs higher into the air, rubbing his cock all along the length of her pussy. Slowly he began to enter her, pressing inside a centimeter at a time and waiting while she relaxed and stretched her tight, wet cunt around him. He leaned forward and again took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking, flicking it with his tongue. The thickness of his hard cock was incredible, the pressure as she stretched around him mounting as he eased inside her. There was pain, but as promised, it was bearable, and it paled in comparison to the weight of him on and inside her. After what seemed like an eternity, he was all the way inside her, deep, and slowly he began to back out before pressing back inside her again. “Oh my god,” she whimpered, his face now buried in her neck, his mouth on the lobe of her ear. She began to rock her hips in time with his own, slowly, at first, then faster as she began accustomed to his cock thrusting in and out of her. He pulled all the way out before pressing all the way back inside her, again and again, the rhythm building. “Harder,” she said, now moaning with each thrust. The thickness and fullness of his cock, the way it filled her completely, the way she spread her her legs for him, her professor, the wrongness of it…it was all she could do but to grunt in ecstasy, her fertile, unprotected womb open to him. “Oh no, oh fuck!” she said, realizing that he was taking her bare. “You can’t cum inside me, please, don’t cum inside me. I’m not on any birth control!” He said nothing, instead doing as she asked: harder he thrust into her as she lay there on her back, exposed to him and giving herself over to her professor. He stood up, still fucking her, still pounding her hard now, and began to suck on her toes, taking her big left one in his mouth, one hand gripping her ankle and with the other rubbing her pussy, thumb flicking over her clit. He’s not going to stop, she realized, rocking her hips toward him and in time with his thrusts. He’s going to cum inside me. He’s going to shoot his sperm deep inside and I’m going to become pregnant. Together they moaned, grunted, his balls slapping against her ass as his thick cock thrust in and out of her. She couldn’t stop him, though. Wouldn’t. Didn’t want to. Knowing what this meant, what his raw, bare cock deep inside her fertile cunt as her feet bobbed in the air only made the pressure grow. As before when his mouth was on her it built, built, until she knew the moment had arrived. “I’m going to cum,” she said, “oh god I’m going to cum,” this time aware of what it meant to have an orgasm. “I’m cumming,” he said, pumping her and looking into her eyes. “I’m cumming.” Together they orgasmed hard. He pressed inside her and she pushed her hips to meet him, his thick ejaculate dumping inside her tight, wet pussy. Over and over his cock throbbed, each time pushing more of his seed inside her. Together they panted to catch their breath, his cock still buried deep inside her. He released her ankles and her legs wrapped around him, feet crossing at the small of his back to pull him closer and hold him there, hold his cock and his sperm in her womb. She smiled. What else could he teach her, she wondered? She would have to find out. by FatherMarin for Literotica

You Snooze, You Lose! Mix long-time friends, a few drinks, and what do you get? by rawallace. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I couldn’t believe it. How did I get into this? It sounded daring, forbidden, exciting even at the time. I wasn’t inexperienced, so when Tyrell suggested we go into the bedroom and have sex together, I agreed. Though in retrospect, the large glass of wine I had consumed had played a part too–it had really loosened me up. My inhibitions disappeared–my urge to receive sinful pleasure seemingly heightened. That it would involve three of us didn’t seem to register as a problem. In fact it was the opposite–I had never done kinky before. After all, cock was cock wasn’t it? I enjoyed it–provided it wasn’t the hard-pounding crap as shown in porn. I trusted Cory and Tyrell as we had been friends for years and had gone skinny dipping together at night several times. Between boyfriends, I had made-out with both of them–at different times–never going any further than a little mutual groping. I’d never really gotten a good look at their packages in the dark while skinny-dipping–just hints of what I knew was there. But what I had felt in my hand a few hours ago told me something I hadn’t known. Now, the events of the evening slowly unfolded in my mind as I slipped into my own bed with a knowing smile. We sat watching a video, talking, and drinking as Tyrell had invited Cory and me over. He was pretty well along in his drinking considering the number of empty beer bottles sitting on the kitchen countertop when I arrived. Tyrell sat looking at me, a goofy smile on his face, “When’s the last time you got laid girl?” “I’m not telling you that,” I said laughing. Though it got me to thinking it had been a while and the last masturbation session with my pillow hadn’t accomplished as much as I had hoped it would. In terms of lasting satisfaction it had hardly taken the edge off my craving. Cory looked at me with a shrug, apparently wondering where this was going as he sipped his Coke. I patted his leg and gave it a few rubs to show him I understood. “You’ve got protection with the pill–why don’t we get it on?” Tyrell offered with a slur in his voice. I didn’t say ‘yes’ immediately. But, it got me thinking about it and well…it got me thinking harder about it. Then the damn tingle started right where I couldn’t easily ignore it–telling me it was a great idea. By that time Tyrell had taken the initiative and started rubbing my leg–it had an immediate effect as his fingers caressed the bared skin at my knee the crept up under my skirt. A slow burning fuse was lit and a minute later I gave him my reply. “Okay, we can do it, just one of you at a time, no three-some shit,” I said with authority. The wine had made me overly confident and receptive. I remembered Cory looking at me as if I were some kind of alien creature as I squirmed on the sofa cushion. Though when I reached over to rub his leg he didn’t move away in revulsion. In fact, the smile that came to his face after a few seconds suggested something else. Tyrell stood up, a little unsteady, and headed for the bedroom. I followed, with Cory trailing behind me. Tyrell went to the loveseat and sat down–bending over to untie his running shoes. Then he sat back up–“Whoa! What ah! head rushh,” he slurred as he lay his head onto the high cushioned back of the loveseat and closed his eyes. Cory looked at me, “Tahesha, do you really want to do this?” “Sure, if you’ll do me first. I don’t think Tyrell will last long enough. Not with as much as he’s had to drink. I need a good fuck.” “Do you have some lube?” “Yes, why? I’ve never had a reason to use any.” “Maybe you should wait to make up your mind if you really want us to do this,” he suggested cautiously. “What? Don’t you want me? I thought white guys always wanted to screw any girl,” as we stepped closer to the bed. “You’re one fine looking woman. Of course, I’ve thought about it,” he admitted quietly. My fuzzy mind registered at least Cory was honest about it. I glanced to the other side of the bedroom where Tyrell was supposedly undressing–he was passed out–slumped down onto the loveseat, with his shoes still on. I turned to look at Cory, “I’m horny beyond belief and my pussy is throbbing. It’s been months since the last time. You know I want this, or I wouldn’t have agreed to it. If I’m that attractive to you, there’s no reason for us not to,” I argued. “Tell you what, let’s get undressed, and kiss a little. Then as we go along we’ll see where it goes.” Unbuttoning my blouse, I gave a light laugh, “We both know where it goes. It’s wet, warm, and tight as hell.” A few minutes later Cory took me into his arms and we started kissing as we had in the past. This time though it was slow, sensuous–just the way I had fantasied his lips would taste and feel. I felt a thrill run through me, augmenting the hot throbbing between my legs. My blouse left me and I took off my bra freeing my breasts between kisses. I was breathing deeply with excitement. When his lips came to my chest I took a deep breath, the kisses left cool spots on my hot skin. He kissed and licked until he came to my nipple and his lips closed hard around it and pulled outward a few times–the last time he sucked it completely into his mouth and my pussy went white hot. I tore at his shirt and pulled it off, then reached down, fumbling for the buckle of his pants, found it, and loosened it, feeling his pants slide down his legs. We stood kissing, his feet still in his pant legs. I clung to him pressing my breasts against him, the skin to skin contact adding to my hot desire. I kissed his chest, then found his lips again, taking in his manly odor. The cool air made itself known on my naked breasts when we parted slightly. He kissed me with passion, pushing me to the point where I stepped back from him to take a breath. It allowed me the opportunity to reach down to remove my panties from beneath my skirt. I could feel my pussy exposed to the air, free from its confinement–my wetness cooling my hot, swollen lips. He reached for me and held me close, his lips again working their way to my neck, his tongue tracing a path down to a nipple, circling it several times, then back up to my neck as I closed my eyes. The minutes passed, his tongue bringing me pleasure as his pursed lips pulled at my nipples yet again. I closed my eyes tighter–it was heavenly as his hands came down to my ass and caressed. The ache was now insanely hot and I wanted one thing to happen to assuage its achy demands. I sought the edge of the bed with my hand, found it, and sat down–pulling Cory after me. He sat down next to me and we continued kissing, each touch of our lips, firm, our breathing deep, expressing the growth of our hot desire. I knew he wanted me more than ever now–I could feel his hardness under his briefs as my hand lay against him–just knowing it was there was torture. I was breathing deeply as his hand caressed my leg, starting at the knee, resting gently at first, then caressing. Then slowly, moving excruciatingly slowly upward, his fingertips crept to the inside of my thigh, his entire hand gently gliding back and forth across my sensitive skin. Closer, then closer still as the minutes passed–so close to my burning ache. The promise of pleasure inches away as his fingertips caressed. I felt a shiver of need–my entire body shook. He was teasing me–my pussy despised him for it even as it wanted more, the ultimate goal to have his member slip into me between my wetted lips tore at me. Stronger than before, my entire body shuddered with need. “Are you alright? Are you cold?” he asked softly. “No. Cory, I need you inside me. Please, it’s time.” I moved onto the bed, lay down on my back, and reached for him. He lay next to me looking into my eyes and then his hand came to my hip and I felt myself take in a breath as my excitement grew knowing soon I’d feel him enter me. I felt his fingers touch my pubic hair as he teased me further. Then his fingers traced a path up and down my labia several times as he pushed my skirt up and out of the way. I gasped as his fingers found my clit and added firm pressure–my pelvis pushed upward in response seeking pleasure. “You’re hot, but you’re not quite ready yet,” he whispered. I was desperate now as his fingers explored my slit gingerly. At first, there was a slight drag of dry skin against my outer labia. His head went down between my legs–then he took a few long, gentle licks from bottom to top and I heard a sound escape my mouth in a gasp. He found my moisture and as his fingers moved over my slit afterward–they slid smoothly–each time pressing my swollen button. I was squirming now–my body reacted to each firm, wetted caress. He moved up beside me, resting his arm on the mattress beside me as he looked into my eyes. “You’re beautiful. I knew you were–the feel of your skin is like nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. My dick is so hard I want to give it to you so bad and go so deep you’ll never forget it.” I smiled, no other man had ever said something like that to me. But, there was no denying he knew exactly what he needed to do to pleasure me. I saw his lips as they came to mine, and when they met I found myself pushing against them in complete abandon. It was so wonderful, his firm, moist lips making me squirm again with passion and hot desire. Hmmmm, please do that again. The heel of his hand came down onto the very top of my slit. He moved his hand up and down in short strokes, his fingers found the wetness inside of me again. I arched my back because my clit lit up with pleasure. Then, I felt a wonderful surge as his fingers slipped inside. He moved his fingers smoothly, gently back and forth. Then I felt the pleasure surge inside me stronger than before–my back arched up, I opened my mouth, and tilted my head back in response to the intense surge of pure delight. “Oh!” Came a soft murmur I repeated again and again as his fingers worked their magic inside me–my hands clutched at the bedspread as I spread my legs wider. It felt incredible and all I could think of was I wanted his cock inside me. He was still stimulating me inside when I gently took his hand and pulled it away. He responded by gently rubbing over my clit in small circles. The feeling was different, wonderful, as the other sensation faded. I opened my eyes and smiled, his gorgeous brown eyes looking directly into mine. “That was really good,” I smiled. A statement hardly indicative of the pleasure he had wrought–now I didn’t want to delay as the throbbing ache felt blazing hot. I reached down, found the elastic band of his briefs, and pushed my hand inside and down until I found hair–then a firm, round cock. I could sense the round form at the tips of my fingers, spreading them slightly, placing them along the length of his shaft. I hesitated sensing something was different–then I closed my fingers. The tips of my thumb and index finger didn’t touch–they should have and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. I squeezed just a little tighter–they barely touched. Something I’d never experienced before. I released my grip slightly, and let my partially closed hand move up to the tip. I found his slick precum and moved my hand back down until I felt it touch the skin of his firm scrotum–then I heard his voice whisper in my ear. “I’ll remove my briefs. Then you should take a look before we go any further.” I didn’t know what to think, then I suddenly realized–I had never grasped a penis that large around before. “Okay.” I said calmly despite feeling some apprehension. He moved off the bed as I watched as him remove his briefs to reveal his hard stiff cock. It didn’t look all that much longer than any other cock I had ever seen or handled–but my fingers told me it was different. It was sticking out straight at an angle from his body. The other cocks I had grasped were more flexible and curved when erect, his was very firm. There was one sure way to gauge his size–I reached for him getting up on my elbow. I gently grasped his dick–placing my lips over the broad tip–I liked the taste immediately. But, I had to open my mouth wider to get his tip inside until it filled my mouth. Cory stood perfectly still–not like most black guys who immediately wanted to place their hand on my head and force me to take more. They didn’t get more attention from me that way when they did–I would pull off and they didn’t get any more. I pulled off and slid back onto the bed and looked at him with a grin. “It’s bigger. Not longer–just bigger around.” “Yes it is–just a little larger than average. Do you still want it inside you?” “Is that why you wanted to know if I had lube or not?” “Yes. I don’t want to take the chance of hurting you. Some women have a small vagina and it can be uncomfortable at first. Since we haven’t done this before we don’t know how it will fit. If we go slow it should be fine.” I lifted my hips up off the bed, pulled my skirt down and off, tossing it onto the end of the bed. I was shaking with excitement as I lay before him completely naked. Tight fit or not, I wasn’t backing down now. “Let’s go slow, if it doesn’t feel good I’ll tell you. I should be wet enough.” I was sure my voice didn’t reveal my resolve to take it all, he was easily six inches, but he was big round as a sausage. We kissed a few more times and I scooched into the middle of the bed, and spread my legs wide to receive him. Our verbal exchange made me feel comfortable as I knew he was being careful with me. He wasn’t a guy who was just going to shove into me and go for it. To me, it said I was going to get the best he could offer. There was no way I wasn’t going to try him out. I pulled a pillow over and placed it under my head. He moved between my legs as I looked down and watched. He moved his tip to my opening–using the base of his cock to move it as it was so stiff. He looked at me, “Ready?” I nodded. Within seconds I watched as his white cock started in. I felt my vagina spread open–a surge of pleasure erupted as his broad tip went completely inside. Then he slowly pulled out and looked at me–I could sense his tip on my labia as he waited for my response, the first wonderful sensation of his entry fading. “It’s good,” I said softly as I reached down to take the sheet into my hands in anticipation. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly to relax my muscles. I watched as it entered me again. This time just a little deeper–I felt another surge of pleasure, then… “Oh shit!” I exhaled. He quickly pulled out, “Too much?” “I just wasn’t expecting that much pressure, it didn’t hurt. Go ahead.” He pulled out just a little, then pushed in slow and smooth, and stopped. Then he pulled out a little–I was feeling pretty damn good at this point, and smiled. “I’m good, keep going slow.” I watched as he pushed in again and his entire penis disappeared inside me. Damn! It’s big. I gasped. “Take a breath and relax, it will take a few seconds before you’re stretched enough.” I followed his instructions and after a handful of seconds I reached for him with a smile as I lay my head back onto the pillow. I felt full–stretched, I mean really full. He lay down on me carefully and we traded passionate kisses for a minute, or two. Then he started to move slowly, thrusting into me gently. It didn’t take but about seven thrusts before the pleasure caused me to give a little involuntary–“ugh.” He stopped moving, “Still okay?” “Yes, move up on me just a little.” He hitched his pelvis up and started thrusting slowly again. This time he was hitting my clit each time he came up onto me and I gave a quiet involuntary “ugh” in response. Damn, damn, damn! “You’re tight. Are you still okay?” he asked quietly. “Wonderful, it feels good,” then adjusted my legs a little to be more comfortable and change the angle of my pelvis as I placed my feet onto the back of his upper legs. He began thrusting steadily, gently rocking me back and forth under him–“ugh, ugh, ugh,” came the little soft involuntary sounds after every two or, three thrusts. I closed my eyes, moving my hands to his buttocks, his hips, his back, and into the hair on his head. Continuing in different combinations as the pleasure mounted–my hands seemed to have a need of touching him–as if sensing his movements in concert with the pleasure he provided enhanced it further. The pleasure grew steadily and soon I felt a change. “I’m close, just a little faster,” I whispered into his ear. He picked up the pace slightly–then it felt as if he had gotten bigger and stiffer and my hands tightened on his shoulders. He pushed hard into me, holding steady at the top each time, the base of his cock hard on my clit as I listened to his labored breathing. I opened my eyes and we kissed a few times, and then I closed my eyes–the intensity of stimulation rose yet again. “I’m almost there, keep going,” I gasped, my head hard back into the pillow, clutching at his shoulders with the fingers of both hands. I heard his muffled response at my ear as I released seconds later. Holy shit! Damn! My body arched up, my head went back hard into the pillow, my mouth open as I felt the contractions release the tension, the huge surge of pleasure coming and going in a matter of several seconds as I held my breath. I heard his muffled voice when his body shook over mine and he pushed in and held deep inside me. We lay gasping together, then after a minute he slowly started to rise up. I looked between my legs and watched his penis emerge glistening wet. We lay down and I went into his arms as we resumed kissing and caressing. I looked at him after a few minutes, “So, you have thought about doing this to me before?” “Yes, sorry.” “Why are you sorry? I’m not. I’ve thought about doing it with you for quite a while. Thank you for being so gentle.” “Why wouldn’t I be? You’re a wonderful woman–I would never want to make you uncomfortable, or hurt you.” I lay back down on his chest and thought about all the good times in the past we had shared together. I never had a clue he thought of me this way. He had gotten me to climax in record time and after our little talk I was getting impatient. I knew I wanted more–next time, I wanted it to last longer. The urgency now absent as I contemplated how good it had felt. If there were something better than an orgasm I hadn’t found it yet. I smiled at him. “Guess you’re about the right size. Can we do it again?” He smiled at me as he pushed errant strands from the side of my moist temples, “Guess so, but don’t you want to wait and give Tyrell a turn?” I looked over at the chair–Tyrell was still passed out cold. I returned my gaze to Cory. I leaned over and gave him a firm, wet kiss just as his hand came to rub my behind. Sausage man I want you! “Tyrell who?” by rawallace for Literotica

A lady is sore and needs a massage. By oldMasseuseGuy - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This is a story of a woman in her mid 30’s who is no virgin but is no slut either. Her name is Hannah. She is trim with a shaved pussy and brunette hair long past her shoulders and full lips. Hannah starts her day feeling pretty sore from an intense game of tennis the day before. She thinks maybe she could use a massage to ease up her sore muscles. Her legs are definitely sore and feel that a nice massage will bring them back to life again. She puts her hair up in a casual style so that the oil of the massage doesn’t ruin her hair. Downtown is where the only massage parlor is. She has never gone there before but thinks today is the day. After lunch, she heads downtown and checks in at the massage parlor. There she meets a young possibly college intern and greets this young lady. The young girl responds and says, “Hi. How are you?” Hannah says to her, “Well hi. I was wondering if I could get in for a massage today?” The young girl answers and says to Hannah, “Yes, you can get in in just a couple of minutes. The masseuse is cleaning up a massage room and should be almost ready.” “I don’t remember seeing you before. Could you please fill out our check in form?” Hannah fills out the form and hands it to the young lady. Then she tells Hannah, “You can change into a robe in the locker room just to the door on your right.” Hannah enters the locker room and changes into her robe. Hannah’s legs are truly sore today and she is looking forward to some relief. She wonders what kind of masseuse she will have and is a bit nervous being nude except for her robe. She cinches the belt tight and waits to enter the massage room. She notices a sign over a door labeled “Massage”. Hannah only waits for about 30 seconds and the light comes on. She then enters the massage room, disrobes, and looks at the massage table. This one is different. The place for her legs is split wide so that each of her legs will be separated. She thinks it’s so that the masseuse can reach her back and shoulders more easily. Hannah removes her robe. She is now naked in a strange room and feels a bit uncomfortable. She lies down on the massage table face down and places a towel over her bare bottom. She feels exposed due to that leg split and her bare pussy. Hannah is a little shy about this. But she also has a secret that being exposed like that kind of turns her on and she can feel a tingling in her pussy from this. She even starts to get a little wet already. She tries to think of something that will distract her and get her to calm down. After a minute or so the masseuse walks in and introduces himself. “Hi, my name is Al, nice to meet you.” Al is wearing a robe himself but it appears he may be nude underneath that robe. But Hannah’s legs are so sore she quickly dismisses the thought from her mind and concentrates on the upcoming massage. Hannah then says “Hi Al. My name is Hannah. Nice meeting you too.” Al asks Hannah, “Is there any special area that needs extra attention?” Hannah says, “Oh yeah, my legs and especially my calves are pretty sore. That’s what brought me in here.” Al then tells Hannah, “OK then we will give those pretty legs a little extra work-over.” They make some small talk before Al tells Hannah, “Are you ready for some nice warm oil?” Al sprinkles some on her feet and calves and slowly works that oil on her calves and down to each of her feet and down to her toes. He gently massages it all over her toes and even in between each and every one. Al rubs it in, over and around her feet and rubs the bottom of her feet working it into her skin. Hannah thinks to herself, “Boy this feels fantastic!” She is very happy she decided to get this massage. Hannah feels the nice warm oil on her lower legs causing those tight muscles to loosen up. She knows that she made the right decision to come to the parlor today. He lifts first one calf and then the other, rubbing and stroking each of those calves for maybe 4-5 minutes. Her lower legs are now covered in this nice, soothing oil. Hannah forgets how exposed she is and is only feeling the pleasant strokes of the masseuse on her tired feet and calves. Then Al sprinkles some oil on her aching thighs and slowly rubs and strokes it all over every part of her thighs that he can reach. “That feels wonderful,” she tells Al. Al keeps busy rubbing and stroking her thighs and gets very close to her bare bottom and her pussy too. A few times Al accidentally brushes her pussy lips and this is starting to feel REALLY good. But she is somewhat embarrassed because she feels herself getting wetter and is afraid that will show. At this point, Al says he will switch ends and do her neck and shoulders. Al tells Hannah he will have to lower the table just a bit so he can do a better job on those shoulders. First Al sprinkles some more oil on Hannah’s back. Then he grabs the crank and lowers Hannah just a bit so that his cock in his robe is now bouncing on the top of Hannah’s head whenever he reaches her back and sometimes her lower back. His cock bounces on Hannah’s head quite a few times while he continues his massage on Hannah. This is an erotic situation for Hannah. She never thought having a man’s cock tap her head would have an effect on her libido, but strangely the thought of that cock so close to her face and mouth makes her get even wetter. She tries not to think about that cock but is having a hard time trying to think of anything else. The experience is very sexually exciting to Hannah. Al continues rubbing and stroking that oil on Hannah. She also is really enjoying these sensations. It feels wonderful to have this man’s hands rubbing and stroking over almost every inch of her body. She is enjoying this tremendously. After a couple of minutes of this nice warm oil rub on the lower back, shoulders, and neck Al asks Hannah if she would like him to do her posterior. Hannah is enjoying the feel of his hands roaming over her body and just wants to experience this as long as possible and thinks, “what the hell. He probably was looking at my bare pussy already and this whole thing is feeling SO good.” She tells Al, “OK but be discreet.” Al by this point is getting fairly hard stroking a beautiful woman’s body for the last several minutes. He also is feeling the effects of having his hands all over this shapely woman’s body. He is having a hard time maintaining his professionalism and keeping his cock from getting fully hard. He returns to her legs that are spread out on this table and then steps between them. He removes the towel which was the last thing Hannah had to maintain her fading dignity. Al then dribbles some of that nice warm oil over her ass. It runs between her crack, drips onto her pussy, and that puts even more tingles in her pussy. Al starts the massage of her ass and rubs, kneads, and strokes it. Then he slowly works his fingers all along her ass crack. Al rubs that oil in her on her little puckered hole and bumps her pussy lips over and over. Now Al is purposely bumping and rubbing her pussy repeatedly because he is getting quite turned on, but tries to pretend it’s all just a normal massage. Hannah is getting pretty excited by this erotic turn of events. It really feels GREAT with that hand rubbing her ass, her puckered opening, and her pussy. Her pussy is now very wet both from the oil and her own juices. She is QUITE wet now just from her own juices and her heart is racing too. Al is still trying to maintain his professionalism, but his cock is getting very hard indeed. Al says to Hannah, “OK, Hannah, now can you turn over?” Hannah gets up a little shaky from all this stimulation. She finds herself quite turned on. While Hannah is standing up ready to lie on her back on this table, AL flips a couple of levers and suddenly the legs lift and bend to create a hospital stirrup effect. Al explains, “Hannah I’m doing this so that I can access you better without having to stretch so far to reach your stomach while I stand between your legs.” Al asks Hannah, “Do you think it would be OK if I removed this robe? It may get too many oil stains when I lean over you to do your stomach and abdomen.” Hannah looks over and thinks he is a pretty good-looking guy, and this will give her a good chance to see his cock. She is the type of woman who gets excited when she sees an erect penis. She also is a cum lover and loves to have some swirling on her lips and tongue when she is having sex. She likes messy sex and hopes any man she makes love with likes things messy too. She says, “OK Al but don’t get any ideas.” Al slowly disrobes and she sees his naked body for the first time. Her heart skips a beat when she sees him like that. His cock is better than average and now is fully erect. This turns her on even more and she gets even wetter. Hannah then hops up on that massage table and then pulls her legs up onto those stirrup-type legs. This leaves her completely naked and spread-eagle with a strange nude man a few feet away. She does feel exposed and very helpless in this position. Being in this position with her pussy wide open for anyone to push their cock in made her a little uneasy but also even more turned on too. She feels VERY vulnerable. Al then heads up by her head and sprinkles oil on her neck, shoulders, and breasts. Her nipples are now quite hard before Al even touches them. The oil feels good, but those hands rubbing, kneading, and stroking her breasts, shoulders, and neck for several minutes feel fantastic. Her nipples are very sensitive and every time his hands roam over her nipples she gets even wetter. She is almost dripping by this point. Then Al leans over Hannah’s face to rub and massage her stomach. When Al does this his bare cock is positioned right over Hannah’s face. She sees his cock up close now, only an inch or so from her face and almost touching her lips. Al’s cock is so close that she can smell the man scent and that happens to be even more of a turn-on for Hannah. She knows she just loves a good hard cock and here is one right over her face. His balls sometimes bump Hannah on her hair and that is another unexpected but sexy turn-on for her. As she watches his cock moving back and forth right over her face, she is VERY tempted to take a lick or to grab it and suck it for what she hopes is a large load of cum. Hannah struggles with her dignity, but somehow just lies there and enjoys watching his cock so close to her. Al then says, “Hannah I need to redo those legs and feet again.” Then he switches back to do just that. Hannah feels quite turned on but VERY vulnerable with her bare pussy being so exposed on this massage table, naked and spread-eagle. Al puts more oil on her legs and feet and again rubs and strokes her feet and calves. Again Al works that oil all around and even between her toes again. Hannah loves this because it feels so wonderful. Al then moves up to do her thighs. He squirts oil all over both thighs and works both his hands over every square inch of her thighs. When he is doing her upper thighs, his hands accidentally touch her pussy or her pussy lips. Hannah is ready to burst from all of this stroking. Al then squirts some oil on her stomach again but he also squirts some oil right on her pussy. Hannah thinks to herself, “Is he going to massage my pussy too?” Well, Al starts rubbing that oil on her stomach and slowly works his way down, right to her pussy now. This is getting too much for her to handle. On top of having her pussy stroked and rubbed, his cock is hitting her pussy from time to time. There were even a couple of times she felt the head of his cock start to enter her pussy. She lifted her head to get a better view of this. She could see Al’s cock and it was VERY WET from her and Al’s pre-cum. It also looked very hard and inviting. This happened to be just another turn-on to her and she wished that cock would enter her fully and fuck the hell out of her. This was getting to be torture now having a hard cock bumping her pussy over and over without entering her hot, wet pussy. Hannah finally said to Al, “Would you please just put it in! I can’t take anymore and need that hard cock where it belongs.” Well, Al didn’t hesitate very long before he guided his cock right to her pussy entrance and thrust forward, burying his cock deep. Hannah was so wet that there was no resistance to the quick entry. To Hannah, it was marvelous to have this cock deep into her pussy. He was long enough to reach VERY DEEP and it excited Hannah tremendously. Al then started pulling back and then driving it deep time after time. He would pull out until just the cock crown would be in Hannah and then drive fully into her pussy, his balls bouncing off Hannah’s ass over and over. Hannah remembered that when she saw his balls, she thought they probably carried a big load. This made Hannah nervous because she wasn’t on the pill and she could maybe be ovulating. She was enjoying this SO MUCH so she found it hard to think of anything but this cock fucking her. Al was getting close to cumming and was starting to drive into Hannah faster and faster. Hannah could feel that cock start to twitch in her pussy so she knew he was close to cumming in her. She had to quickly decide if she should ask him to pull out or not. Hannah decided to take the chance because she so wanted to feel that cum shooting up into her pussy and filling her up. She knew she would cum when she felt that cum unleashed deep into her pussy. Al soon fucked Hannah as fast as he could and then drove as far in and deep as he could and held tight into her pussy. He grabbed her ass and pulled her strongly onto his cock, then he spewed Hannah’s pussy with 5 strong shots of cum in Hannah’s love tunnel. Al jerked into Hannah for every one of those 5 bursts of cum plus a few more. Hannah felt the cum spurt into her and that’s when she came too. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. All of that massage was like the ultimate foreplay. Now as she was enjoying the afterglow of a good fuck she remembered that she was in danger of getting pregnant. She tried to think of what to do and could only think that she needed the cum out as soon as possible. Then she had a thought and asked, “Al sweetie, would you mind cleaning me up?” Hannah got up from the table now and could feel some of Al’s cum running down her legs. Al had deposited a big load indeed. Al was still horny and agreed. He didn’t mind this cream pie. She had a lovable pussy and it looked very sexy with a load of cum dripping out. The cum was running down to her ass and down to the table too. Al quickly got up and moved a couple of levers on the table so it was flat again, the legs not raised anymore. Then Al moved another lever and those spread legs came together to form a more or less standard table. Al then lay down on the table and asked Hannah to straddle his head with her legs. Hannah was more than willing to get this cum from her out of her pussy so had no problem with this request. She also was looking forward to having Al eat her pussy. Hannah then climbed up and put one leg on either side of Al’s head and slowly dropped her soaking pussy right onto Al’s face and lips, and of course Al’s tongue. She had positioned herself in the 69 position so she could see Al’s softening cock. She couldn’t help herself and reached down and grabbed it. She realized this great cock had explored her depths but she hadn’t even handled it yet. It was very warm and very wet from their lovemaking. It looked so inviting that she couldn’t help herself and had to take it in her mouth. Her pussy was dripping a lot of cum into Al’s mouth but he didn’t swallow any. Al drove his tongue as deep into Hannah’s pussy as he could to try and get all of that cum out of Hannah’s pussy. Hannah could taste both herself and Al on the cock in her mouth and she was turned on again. She swirled her tongue around the head and moved her head up and down so that this cock could fuck her face too. Al was no longer getting soft with all of this stimulation and was again hard and strong. Hannah’s lips and tongue were doing their magic on Al. He reached around and grabbed Hannah’s ass cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled her pussy even closer. He loved a good pussy, and this one was really tasty. Hannah was getting VERY excited again with a mouth and tongue in and on her pussy and a hard cock in her mouth, with that cock maybe seconds away from filling her mouth with a hot load of cum. The thought excited Hannah and she hoped Al was getting all the cum out of pussy. Al kept licking Hannah’s pussy and by now had quite a bit of his own cum from Hannah’s pussy stored in his mouth. He was planning a special gift for Hannah. All of this was getting to be too much for Al so he stopped licking and sucking long enough to tell Hannah, “You wonderful bitch. I’m going to CUM all in your mouth.” This excited Hannah and she was close to cumming herself. She hoped Al would cum. She wanted to taste and feel a hot load produced by her ministrations. It made her proud that she could do that to a man. Even though Al had given Hannah a warning, he then kept on licking and sucking Hannah’s love box of all that cum. Al could no longer hold out. He moaned and started spewing another 4-5 decent size loads right into Hannah’s mouth and tongue. “It tasted like a man’s cum alright,” she thought to herself and these sensations caused Hannah to cum herself. She came all over Al’s face and because she was so excited, she just started squirting her own cum. She had never squirted before but she was SO turned on it just happened. Al laid there with Hannah squirting several of her squirt shots all over his face. It was a wonderful turn on to Al having a woman do that for and to him. After Al had cum in Hannah’s mouth, Hannah was playing with all that cum in her mouth. Hannah loved having so much cum in her mouth and swirled it around her mouth and all over her tongue so she could really taste that cum. She wouldn’t mind more but she thought she would have to wait for a different day when she could be making love again. Al finally could taste no more cum coming from Hannah’s pussy and his face was soaked in Hannah’s cum so he indicated he wanted to get up. All that cum from Hannah’s pussy was still in Al’s mouth. Hannah got up and swallowed all that cum from Al and felt it flowing down her throat and into her stomach. She loved that feeling but wouldn’t mind more. Al said, “You better lay down on the table again and I’ll give you a nice kiss.” Hannah got back on the table and laid on her back. Al then leaned over to kiss Hannah now. When he did he stuck his tongue in her mouth and let all that cum fall right into Hannah’s mouth. She was beside herself with this new development and was thrilled to have more cum to enjoy. Their kiss lasted a long time because they both enjoyed the warm slippery cum kiss. They moved their mouths and tongues around to get the maximum feel of this most erotic kiss between 2 lovers. Finally, they broke apart and she could see evidence of a messy love scene. They both had traces of cum on their face, lips, pussy, and cock. Hannah had a warm glow now and her legs now felt great too. She was SO glad she decided to get a massage today. And now she was planning for another one to happen soon. The end of Part One By oldMasseuseGuy for Literotica

A WW2 fantasy: a spy and a pilot take refuge in each other. by PeriodPorn. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Max turned around, still half asleep, pulling my body into the half-moon of his own. We lay on a straw mattress in the loft of a barn that had been taken by the resistance here in rural France, and for modesty’s sake we had retreated to either sides of it; a difficult task, now made more challenging by the pilot’s movements. He took a deep inhale, his face nestled into the back of my neck, and exhaled warm breath onto my tingling skin. Now, with me in his arms, his nightmares were retreating into the dark recess of his subconscious. We had slept beside each other for four nights now. That was how long it had been since we had found each other on a backroad from the border, him separated from his grounded plane and me… well, I had kept myself separate from everything in order to remain undetected. Every night he had been wracked with awful nightmares; this was the first he had touched me in his sleep. I knew that this respite from undoubtedly horrid images should be protected, but an itch inside of me yearned for his hands, now securely fastened at my waist, to animate themselves and explore my body. He had removed his cotton undershirt to sleep better in the heat, and in the dappled moonlight of the barn I could make out the sinews beneath his bare skin. “You hardly know him”, my brain hissed to itself, cannibalistic in it’s determination to stifle the urges. “And he’s not even awake so he doesn’t know what he’s doing”- Yet, I tilted my pelvis back ever so slightly. I sighed, trying to mimic the unintentional sounds of someone asleep. The movement made my body arch back into his groin. His body seemed to instinctively tighten around me, welcoming the way the space between us vanished. I felt small, childlike inside his broad, muscular frame. I tilted my pelvis back yet again, hoping the rhythmic movement might stir some kind of consciousness into his lower half. I moaned, as if I was the one having nightmares now. His arms, once slack against my lithe torso, now stiffened. That might have done it. I continued to keep my eyes shut, gripping my arms tighter against his, as if I were protecting myself. The more I created this fiction, the more real it felt. Hadn’t I been trying to make myself invisible, protecting myself from enemies this whole time? “Natalie?” He whispered, his Scottish vowels thick and low in his hoarse semi-consciousness. I waited a moment, then pretended to rouse myself. I murmured a little. “Natalie,” he said, more gently this time, “I think you’re havin’ a nightmare.” You’re a sneaky bitch, my brain thought- but his arms were so strong, his chest so firm against my back. I hadn’t felt this safe since the start of the war. I was alone then… I had been alone for years. I had used men sexually, of course… but not for my own comfort. Not for my own pleasure. Hadn’t I known from the moment he smiled from beneath his RAF cap that this could be a different kind of ally? “You’re having a bad dream,” he repeated softly, with a tenderness I almost couldn’t bear. As if I’d known him for more than two days. As if the thought of me, my safety, and my unreachable subconscious was of the utmost importance to him. I turned in so I was facing him, curling inwards and tucking my face just below his chin. I would never admit to being frightened by daylight, but in the darkness, I permitted myself this luxury; comfort. I had been frightened for so long, one almost comes to accept it; it was a fear people who did not know wartime would never understand. One of the pilots arms wrapped around my back and scooped me up, the other wrapping underneath my neck to cradle the nape of my hairline. His fingers were coarse unlike mine which were still soft from handling weapons of a slightly different kind: transistor radios. “Shhh,” he whispered sleepily. “It’s alright.” His hand was so big that whilst still cupping the back of my head, his thumb could rest against my cheek. It stroked my face calmly, sending chills from the root of my torso up my spine. My breath caught a little, suspended between us. His other arm was still draped around me, no doubt feeling the change in my body. His body stilled too; he was suddenly holding his breath as well. His thumb, however, maintained its steady rhythm. I held my breath still, willing it to edge closer towards my parted lips. And then, it did. I could feel it… His thumb was edging closer and closer towards my lips, and then dared to caress them, catching slowly against my full lower lip as it did. The moment his thumb caught my lower lip, I exhaled, a light breeze brushing against his skin. His thumb lingered there, against the warm and wet skin inside. He was waiting for me to protest, to push him away. The silence between us felt electric. I moved one of my legs to negotiate the space between his, hooking myself around him so that our bodies could press together. With my chest now against his, I could feel the air between us thudding with quickening heartbeats. He did not remove his thumb from the entrance of my mouth. He was waiting for me to give him a signal to proceed. I gently brought his thumb between my teeth. It felt both coquettish and primal; the feeling of something fragile, soft, ready to be destroyed. Yet, his thumb retreated. I might have lost hope there, embarrassed and rejected, were it not for the feeling of his thrust pulsating against my lap. An unmistakable reaction of longing. I should not have worried; his retreating thumb dragged down my chin and neck slowly, leaving a slightly damp residue behind it that cooled quickly in the night air. Simultaneously his other arm brought me even closer to him, his breathing quickening. “Natalie,” he whispered, betraying a deep sense of longing. I knew he wanted me, then. He wanted me quite desperately. But I did not want it to be quick. I wanted it to be slow. I brought my free arm up behind his head so I could drag my fingers from the back of his head to the back of his neck, bringing my face up to meet his. Would he take it from me greedily, as if I were some street woman in a foreign city, an anonymous body that he could hide inside until his grief had retreated? He seemed to sense this. Instead of greedily launching at my mouth, he held me there. “I wish I could see your eyes,” he whispered urgently. “Your eyes…” “You can,” I promised him. “What do you see?” I was terrified of his answer, because I knew that so many men had answers readily prepared for questions like this; it didn’t matter who was looking at them or who was asking. Intimacy was a game, a war they could win on foreign shores before returning to their squadrons to regale their mates with their conquests. I felt too deeply for that. Losing this moment to a parlour story meant for male amusement would be too painful. He was silent. Then, in a voice of resignation and sadness: “I saw a lot of pain.” There was no pretence, no air of manipulation. There was familiarity, however; a sense that he recognised it in me because he felt it himself. I held his neck here, hit with a wave of grief for us both. I would have pulled him so close that his body merged with mine, if I could. But this hand released him as soon as it held him there, tracing down the skin of his spine until I could pull it inwards towards our stomachs and continue this unbroken line, ever so slowly, around his side and drag it upwards between us against his almost hairless chest. I felt his heart beating there. His mast continued to throb against me, but it did not cheapen the moment. It intensified it. I knew he wanted me, and that it took everything in him to restrain himself… because he needed me more than he wanted me. He needed me to be here, in whatever way, and he wouldn’t do anything to risk it being taken away. “I need you too.” I breathed. He could have me in whatever way he wanted… if that’s what he really wanted. I could feel his face tilting towards mine, slowly, until his breath whispered against my mouth. Our lips were so close, his breath sweet and warm, smelling of the mead we’d drank with the resistance soldiers downstairs. His lips were soft against mine. I realised then that I had imagined this moment every time I looked at them, plump and full. His wrested with mine, not trying to part them but just enjoying the way they melted into each other. I was hungrier, it seemed; I gently parted his, daring my tongue to trace within just has his thumb had done only a few moments before. He drank me in. His warm tongue wrapped against mine, sending tingles through every nerve ending available, making me hungrier and hungrier. He finally broke his stillness. He gave in to his urges and grasped my body firmly. He positioned me on top of him as if I weighed nothing. My groin could not be separated from his, seeking heat and pressure, pressing against his shaft and his lower abdomen as I righted myself on top of him. Electricity surged inside of me, moving me to sit up away from his intensifying kiss so that I could straighten my arms and brace them on either side of his shoulders to slowly rock the seat of my body against him. I was abreast a wild horse, willing it to pursue. He groaned quietly, rock-hard beneath me. I continued to work him, wanting to feed the desire I knew was raging inside of him. It became too much to bear; he reached up with one hand and secured it behind my neck, bringing us together so that he could kiss me again, more urgently and messily this time. I slipped one of my arms down against his chest again, wanting to coax the creature that was aching for mine. He almost snarled inside my mouth as he grabbed that same hand and used his body to deftly spin me to my back, pinning both arms up on either side of my head. I exhaled through a smile, exhilarated by his careful control of my body. Now he had me pinned, and with a masterful restraint pulled his crotch away from mine so he could move quickly down towards my base. It was yearning for touch. I found myself nervous; he may not do this for women, I thought. A lot of men don’t. Yet his fingers must have found the hem of my silk nightgown resting at my thighs because I could feel the roughness of his touch grazing upwards against my sensitive, soft skin towards my mound. I was not wearing undergarments. The pair I used were precious and currently drying somewhere… does he think me a whore, I worried- He seemed to sense my mind fretting because one of his hands felt down the side of my body slowly, taking in my shape. He was soothing me, willing me to relax. His caress was deliberate, careful, finishing at the side of my body where he gripped my hip, his fingers sinking into my soft arse cheeks. He audibly groaned here, starved for the softness of a woman’s body. “Fuck,” he breathed, using his free hand to gently part my knees even further and position himself at the entrance. His head remained above water, however, and I could feel his eyes searching for mine through the dark. “Please…” he begged gruffly. “Please,” I exhaled urgently, bucking my hips upwards in an attempt to bring him closer to me. I felt his dark hair, dark brown and curly in the daylight, tickle the sensitive inner side of my thighs, signalling his descent into heaven. “Slowly,” I begged, my body already wired with so much desire that I felt I might break if he touched me too quickly, or too hard. He slowly kissed along the parting of my lips. This was almost too much; my inhales were short and sharp. He finally slid his warm, wet tongue between the folds ever so slightly, barely reaching the pink beneath that was slickening in preparedness. I groaned now, all other thoughts fleeing my body in anticipation for the moment his tongue would properly enter. When it did, I felt a rush of warmth cascade from my feet upwards. I could hear the sound of his wet tongue against my own moisture, lapping upwards towards the golden crown at the top. He was slow and deliberate, without feeling mechanical or procedural; He was listening to my breath, instructed by the movement and response of my body. I made a guttural sound as he reached the sacred place, his tongue flicking against it gently before massaging around its edges- “Yes,” I gasped, “like that-” But he didn’t need my help, because my body was riding against his face, helping him reach the momentum it needed. His tongue quickened its pace, sensing that I was riding towards something that was fast approaching- “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming” I chanted breathlessly, the ebbing of warmth in every part of my body concentrating into an intense beam that was crescendo-ing into its peak. It had been so long since I felt this. His tongue, darting deftly, was only seconds away from that final stroke. When it finally came, the crest of the wave brought a spilling sensation that had my legs quivering around the sides of his head. Then, my body felt as though it had melted away entirely. He hungrily kissed upwards from my abdomen, resurfacing to kiss my mouth with stubble wet from my release. “Max,” I whispered. I was panting slightly, my eyes still rolling backwards towards the darkness above. I was immobilised. “I’m sorry, I…” “No,” he stopped me. He didn’t care if I returned the favour; he was too busy kissing my body lightly, devouring every inch he could. I must have tasted salty with sweat. I smiled, willing myself to return to reality. I reached for his hand, guiding it up towards my breast. His body came with it, softly pressing against mine. I could feel his member was already stiff – it seemed to have only strengthened in the time since I’d last felt it in my hand – but with the mention of my soft breasts, it quivered against my abdomen. His fingers started to gently coax the nipple, sending goosebumps down my torso. He was not like other boys, who grabbed and pinched. He took it into his mouth, sucking ever so gently. My other hand felt for him, moving from the base towards the tip ever so gently. “I could do this to you all night,” he promised me quietly- “No.” It was my turn to stop him. My strength had returned. I slunk downwards towards his cotton pants, bulging against what was within. I pulled them downwards, feeling his legs start to kick them away. We had showered hours before for the first time in months; his body smelled faintly sweet, a musk of summer sweat just starting to descend upon both of us. I kissed the inner sides of his thighs and up around his navel, wanting to draw out this moment for him. I moved unpredictably towards his erection, trusting that in the darkness he was relying on the sensation of touch alone. When I finally and slowly licked the length of his shaft, I heard him gasp in the darkness above me. “Natalie,” he exhaled with something that sounded almost like awe. I continued to slick his shaft with my tongue, working my way up towards the tip carefully, only tempering it ever so delicately. I needed to take it all into my mouth, though; I did, working up and down slowly, creating pressure with my lips as I went. “Ugh,” he groaned, “Oh, Jesus…” I worked him at the same slow pace, feeling his member throb with the base of my tongue. He was writhing beneath me on the bed, his hands grasping for my hair, my arm. The slowness was excruciating- So I replaced the pressure of my mouth with the pressure of my hand, gently increasing the pace. He was in ecstasy, laughing amidst the groans of delight. “You’re amazing”, he exhaled in disbelief. I could hear his smile. I would have continued for as long as he would have me, but before long he was begging. “I need to be inside you.” I was quick to oblige, my opening aching with the promise of him. I straddled him once more, one hand bracing gently against his firm abdomen while the other hand guided him inside. There was little resistance; I was already so wet, enveloping him as if we had been designed to take each other and each other alone. He was the one who wanted to go slowly now, starting to buck his own hips up underneath me to feel me tighten around him… but I wanted to stay in control now, in the same way he had taken charge of me. I rocked forwards and back on him, riding him so that my pussy moved up and then back down to the base of his shaft with every stride. It felt as if he were entering me for the first time, over and over. I pinned his arms down, letting him relax into the feeling of being taken. He sat up abruptly, laughing in delight, pulling my torso towards his so that he could position me to be leaning back a little. He held me there easily with one arm, using his strength now to push upwards inside of me, pulsing harder and faster. I groaned, feeling him start to hit the wall of my cervix and hint at that inner spot, a different kind of dulled pleasure starting to awaken. I gripped my legs around the back of his torso to intensify it. He responded by taking both arms around me and standing up, lifting me easily and turning me over onto my back, gently laying me down while still maintaining his anchor inside me. He pumped inside of me here, harder than he had before. I wanted him to. He was starting to give in to his own needs now, rather than only thinking of mine. It was not reckless, or angry; it was deliberate, controlled. He was starving, but I knew too that he would hold out as long as he could. I felt my inner centre start to glow with the promise of a different kind of climax. I was surprised. I let out a low, sustained moan and positioned my legs so that they would tuck over his shoulders. I needed him to go even deeper now. He obliged, pumping. His breath was short; I could hear he was getting closer because he was exerting more and more force in his breaths, trying desperately to hold out. But I wanted him to surrender. With my face beside his head, my soft mews of encouragement were right beside his ears. Nothing was lost on him, and every sound I made egged him on. “I want you,” I said in a low whisper. “I want you.” This was too much for him; he spluttered, his body spasming suddenly. I could feel his rod giving it’s final quiver, releasing his load inside of me. This filled me with such intense satisfaction that I rode my own kind of second wave of pleasure. He sighed, falling against my breast bone and burying his head into the side of my neck. He inhaled here, holding my head in his hand, cradling it. The pressure of his body against mine felt like home. I felt safe. “Natalie…” he murmured. I don’t know what followed in his mind, what he was thinking but not saying, but it didn’t matter. He rolled over onto his side, stroking my face in the darkness. Accustomed to the darkness now, I could see his eyes, searching for mine. I allowed myself to blink once or twice and look up at him. I didn’t want to be separated from him… but I tore myself away to clean up. The air was fresh around my body, naked of it’s covering, somehow removed in the throes of ecstasy. I hoped this would bring him relief, that he could sleep now, that I would return to the bed to find him sound asleep. His body was sprawled on its back, the moonlight illuminating his gorgeous expanse of chest, muscle and smooth pale skin. I found my place beside him, trying not to disturb. But within moments, he had turned himself inward to hold me again, our bodies returned to their half moons, only now there was only skin separating us. by PeriodPorn for Literotica.

An interesting sexual proposition arises. by Bumpinguglies. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. As he drove his taxi in the dead of night through the pouring rain he noticed a couple in a doorway sheltering from the unexpected rain storm, desperately trying to hail a cab. Pulling up to the curb, he picked up his umbrella, got out and dashed over to them and one by one escorted them under the umbrella to his cab. Getting back in the driver’s seat, he looked at them in the rear vision mirror. She was middle aged with an attractive face and from what he could tell, had a nice body. He was well dressed and quite a bit older than her. “Thank you. That was good of you doing that to keep us dry.” The man said. He then gave the cabbie their address and they set off. Rich thought the cabbie. He had recognized the suburb the man had given him. He hadn’t been wrong. Driving through imposing gates and up a graveled drive, he stopped outside the front of their mansion. As he had done when he picked them up, he escorted them from the cab to the front portico of their house under his umbrella. “Thank you.” Said the man again, impressed with his courtesy, handing him a fifty dollar note as a tip. He thanked the gentleman and made to return to his cab. “No wait, listen.” He called out and the cabbie stopped. “We have just lost our driver and my wife is interviewing for a new one tomorrow. After your service tonight, we would be happy if you would consider applying for the position. It would be far better paid than driving your taxi. What do you think?” “Hell yes.” Said the cabbie, smiling. “Good!” said the man. “Be here at two thirty.” Thanking them and promising to return the next day, he got back in his cab and drove off. As promised, at two thirty he was parked in their driveway. She came out to greet him and escorted him inside and into a lavish living room. Waiving him into a seat, she sat opposite. In the light, she looked even more attractive in a mature way and her body was as good as he imagined, dressed in an expensive mid length skirt and expensive blouse that accentuated all the right curves. After explaining the live-in position and the salary, she told him he would need to take her on a test drive just to see how well he handled the limo and how comfortable she felt with his driving. It seemed like an odd request, but what the hell. The limo was long and black with dark tinted windows and he was immediately comfortable in the driver’s seat. Driving it out of the garage and to the front of the house, he held the door open for her as she climbed in the back seat. At her request, the glass panel between the front seat and the back of the car was left down as they set off. Her directions took them out into the country onto windy deserted roads until she instructed pull over into a layby. “You drive very well.” She said. “There’s just one more test left.” He looked at her anxiously in the rear vision mirror. “How well do you fuck.” She said, looking back at him. He didn’t know what to say. “Turn the car off and come back here.” She told him. By the time he had switched off the car and opened the back door she had her blouse undone, her skirt pulled up and one bent leg against the back of the seat, the other stretched out into the foot well showing off her panties. She patted the seat between her legs and as he slid across it, she pulled him to her, pressing his mouth to hers. As they kissed, he pulled her bra down off one breast and cupped it, rubbing its hardening nipple. He could feel her arousal and felt her hands undoing his pants. He was already hard when she pushed them down, releasing his rigid cock. His hand left her breast and slid between her legs, his fingers hungrily rubbing her through her panties. As her fingers curled around the hard shaft of his cock and started to pull him, he pulled her panties aside and slipped his fingers deep between her pussy lips and into her wet eager slit. Moaning she pulled him faster, gripping his cock as he stroked her clit, his fingers lubricated with her own wetness. “Fuck me!” she panted. As he pulled away from her to pull down his pant, she pressed her legs together, pulled off her panties and spread them again, her shaved pussy wet and eager for hard cock. Pushing her back onto the seat, he pressed the swollen head of his cock between her legs and pushed it inside her, working it in deeper with small thrusts. “Fuck that’s big.” She gasped, her cunt on fire with desire as he stretched her open, the thick shaft working deeper and deeper into drenched aroused pussy. Covering her, he started thrusting harder, forcing more and more of him into her. Fuck it was long and she cried out with pleasure as it filled her completely. “Yes, that’s it, fuck me!” she yelled, wanting that hard cock driving into her. His hips slammed between her legs as he drove every inch of him deep into her cunt faster and faster, his thick glistening cock fucking that tight cunt for all he was worth. “Oh Jesus, fuck, I’m going to cum.” she cried out, starting to shudder under him. Lost in her cries and his own need to cum, he pushed into her hard. “Oh fuck.” She wailed cumming hard, frantically bucking her wet erupting cunt up against him, wanting every inch inside her. With a gasp he came, squirting hard into the depths of her pussy, warm thick cum filling her. “You’ve got the fucking job.” She panted breathlessly as they lay on the back seat, both spent, his cock softening in her wet slippery pussy. Their clothes straightened up, they set off on the return journey. This time she was riding up front with him, admiring his large build and thinking how she couldn’t wait to see all of him naked. Arriving back at the mansion, she told him to put the car back in the garage and meet her in the living room. When he got to the lounge, she was seated on a couch and indicated for him to sit next to her. She picked up a drink she had already poured and passed one to him. “Here’s to my new driver.” She said raising her glass. They clinked their glasses together. Cheers. “After this, you can take me up to bed.” She said. “What about your husband?” he asked. “He’s away a lot and knows what I get up to with the drivers. Why do you think he left it up to me to pick one? In fact, he’s away for the next two days.” she said, smiling. How the fuck did I manage to land this job he thought, amazed at this stroke of luck. Food and board provided; a good salary and a stunning pussy thrown in. Wow! It was a stunning pussy too. Shaved; with lovely soft pink inner lips and a large proud erect clit. He couldn’t wait to taste and smell it. Shit! Just the thought of licking between her legs was making his fucking cock hard. Putting her empty glass on the coffee table, she stood up facing him. “Come on my stallion. My pussy needs to cum again.” Putting down his own glass, he stood up and followed her upstairs. Naked, lying on the bed, she watched him as he removed the last of his clothes. He looked fit, his body well-built and hard. His thick semi erect cock was even longer than she had thought. No wonder it had reached the very top of her pussy. At the same time he was stripping, he was watching her too, her sexy curved body with still firm breasts and smooth shapely legs. Then there was that lovely inviting pussy. Fuck, he was getting harder by the second. As he approached the bed, she sat up on the edge, reached out and took him in her hand. Standing before her, he watched as she stroked his cock, sliding her hand up and down the entire length of his long thick shaft. His cock now rigid and straining in her hand, she bent forwards and took him into her mouth. The feel of her warm mouth and tongue sucking and licking his cock sent him wild. In a reflex action, he started to push into her mouth. He eagerly let his cock in, taking as much as she could, working the head into her throat until she gagged. Unable to take any more of his cock, she withdrew her mouth. “Lick me.” She told him, lying back on the bed and spreading her legs. Eager for her shaved cunt, he crawled up onto the bed between her legs and buried his face between her parted thighs. The touch of his tongue on her clit was electric and it jolted her as he lapped at it and licked along the tips of her tingling lips. She moaned as he dragged his tongue up between them back onto her erect throbbing clit. Reaching down, she pressed his head between her legs as he lapped at her. Hungry for her wetness, he crushed his mouth to her pussy, sucking and licking up every drop, greedily drinking her sweet juices. Aroused with her scent, he rubbed his face over her, wanting her scent all over him. Moaning, she ground her pussy up against his mouth, ready to fuck, wanting his cock. He raised to his knees, his long thick cock sticking straight out, covered with precum and ready to take her. As he bent forward to mount her, she stopped him. “No, do me like this.” She said, rolling over onto all fours, her legs spread wide, her head pressed to the pillow and her open wet cunt pushed up for him, waiting for his hard cock. The sight of it had him breathing hard. Gripping his cock, he prodded at the wet entrance and then pushed right inside her. “Fuck!” she cried gasping, the feel of his entire cock filling her in one deep thrust taking her breath away. Holding her hips he began thrusting in and out of her, bucking against her ass cheeks and pulling her back onto his thick cock. Looking down, he watched with excitement the sight of his thick shaft, glistening with her wetness, sliding in and out of her, the lips of her cunt a perfect circle around him, gripping him tight. “Oh God, yes.” She moaned as the cock inside her aroused every nerve ending in her pussy, driving her fast towards an orgasm. Urged on by her moans, he pushed into her harder as deep as he could, willing her to cum. “Fuck, oh fuck!” she cried out, pushing back on him hard, riding him, meeting his every thrust, her legs quivering beneath her. Both aroused and needing to cum bad, they fucked in a frenzy, slamming against each other hard and fast until, with a scream, she launched herself forward off his cock onto the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably. One arm was under her, the hand of it rubbing at her clit as the turmoil inside her cunt wracked her body. Desperate to cum, he was pulling his cock frantically behind her. With a wail of release, he squirted his thick cum over her quivering ass and pussy. “You have fucking so got the job.” She panted, lying on her stomach, her head on the pillow and her body still jolting with the orgasm contractions inside her. He would have answered her but he was too busy watching his cum dripping off her pussy lips. After showering together and getting dressed, she showed him his new quarters at the rear of the house. It was a large room with a double bed, kitchenette and en suite bathroom and the whole of it was furnished very tastefully. Pretty good digs for the hired help he thought. He would move his stuff in tomorrow. As he would be driving for them, he would have to be suitably attired. She wrote down the name of a tailor and told him to go there tomorrow and buy everything new, from underwear right through to two suits one light and one dark. The bill would be sent to her. She showed him where the main kitchen was and introduced him to the cook who would make his meals each day. Dinner would be served in there at 7pm tonight he was told. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.” She told him. “Maybe later tonight I’ll come see how you’ve settled in.” she said him with a little grin. He was lying naked in bed in his new room when he heard the door open. Framed in the doorway silhouetted against the light was a woman wearing an almost see through negligée. She stepped inside and closed the door sending the room back into darkness. She moved to the bed and he heard her pulling the nightdress off over her head. The covers slid down uncovering him and he felt fingers rub over his cock gently. The fingers grasped his soft shaft and began to pull him. Without a word, she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. An unseen hand slid down between her legs; rubbing there as the other one continued to pull his cock. The fingers between her legs lifted off her pussy and pressed beneath his nose. He could smell her on them. They slid down to his mouth and he eagerly sucked the pussy off them. He was hard and throbbing as the hand gripping his cock slid rhythmically up and down his rigid shaft. Still holding him, she rose up and positioned her wet opening onto the head of his cock. His heart raced and he held his breath in anticipation. Very slowly, she lowered onto him, driving his cock into her with an agonizing slowness. His straining cock was desperate to be in her deep. Her pussy lowered more and more and then she rose up and lowered again. Just fuck me his mind screamed, the slow pace of the pussy on his desperate aching cock driving him insane. The fingers returned to her clit as she started to move slightly faster. He could hear her heavy breathing as she rubbed herself and rode him. Rising and falling, she started to fuck him, moaning as she thrust her cunt down hard. Shit it felt good up her cunt, his cock rubbing her insides as it slid in deep. Braced with her hands on his chest, she rode him hard and fast, slamming her cunt down, rising up and slamming it down again and again. Her legs were quivering when her hard riding sent him over the edge, his cock squirting deep up inside her pussy. With a muffled moan, she sat down on him and froze, her legs shaking as she came. She rose up off him, a stream of cum running out of her onto his cock. She was off the bed. The door opened. She walked through and closed it, leaving him once again in darkness. Not a word had been said in the whole encounter. He was settling in just fine. Part 2. A New Outlook He awoke in his new bed with a hard cock. Sliding his hand under the covers, he circled his cock with his fingers and started to slowly pull himself. Becoming aroused, he pushed the covers down. His cock was nice and long in his hand, the large head swollen and stretched tight. He stroked faster with images of the previous day going through his mind. Her on all fours with her parted pussy, its open hole waiting to be fucked. Fucking her between her open legs in the backseat of the limo. Smelling her cunt on her fingers while she rode him. Oh fuck. Groaning loudly he came, his cock stiffened, erupting in spasms of hard squirts, shooting thick cum over his chest and stomach. Fuck that felt good he thought, slowly stroking out the last drops of cum. He was so tempted to start again but decided against it. He had a busy day ahead and couldn’t spend all morning wanking in bed. Upstairs, a similar scene was playing out. On her back, her legs drawn up and wide apart, she was furiously rubbing at her clit and pushing a thick flesh colored dildo inside her. “Fuck me with that big cock.” She moaned, pushing the dildo in hard and deep, her fingers a blur between her legs. “That’s it fuck me, cum in my pussy.” She cried out, her pussy starting to gush over her fingers and the dildo. “Oh God, fuck, yes!” she cried, cumming hard, frantically thrusting her cunt up against the dildo and her fingers, fucking them both hard in her orgasm. Finally spent, she lay panting, the dildo still in her pussy and a dark wet patch on the sheets between her open legs. Even having just cum, she couldn’t stop thinking about his big cock. I have to calm down she thought to herself. Her husband would be home tomorrow. That would calm things down. She didn’t like to do it with him at home. She knew he wouldn’t mind her fucking the driver but she didn’t like to rub his nose in it. I still have all today and tonight though. God, she was incorrigible. He spent the morning collecting his meager possessions from his shared apartment, telling his roommate he wouldn’t be returning. After that it was a trip to the tailor. Around noon with his purchases loaded up, he returned to the house and went to his room. He had just finishing squaring everything away when the intercom sounded. Answering it, she asked him to join her in the living room. As he walked into the room, she invited him to sit next to her. “I have a little matter to talk to you about.” She said. “It’s a bit of an opportunity you may or may not be interested in.” His interest piqued, they sat on the bed and she started to explain. She had a group of women friends that for one reason or other didn’t have a driver so she would lend them hers for a few hours or the day. The women had various driving needs like, maybe a trip out into the country. There was no set fee for the service but the women would give him a tip, the size of which depended on their satisfaction with his driving. It was an opportunity to make some good extra money. Although she hadn’t spelt it out, he knew exactly what she meant recalling the trip out into the country yesterday. “Well, what do you think?” she asked. Yes, he would be very interested. The chance to make some good money fucking pussy sounded just up his street and he told her so. “Okay.” She said. “I’m having them all over for drinks today. You could give me a hand and they could get to meet you. I also have a little idea that might just seal the deal and get you some good driving jobs.” She went on to explain her idea and he agreed to it. It might even be fun he thought. “Will you need me to drive you anywhere today?” he asked. “I need you to drive me right now in your room.” She said hungry for his cock. Standing by the bed, she raised a leg placing her foot on it, riding her dress up revealing her panties. Straight away, his hand was between her legs, rubbing her through the sheer material. She fumbled with his belt and unzipped him as he slid his fingers inside the leg of her panties, his fingers keen to explore the wet slit hidden beneath them. She had his cock out, gripping it tightly, excitedly pulling him, wanting him hard. She was wet and her clit already hard as he stroked between her soft pussy lips. “Fuck I want you.” She said in a husky voice, her hand eagerly massaging his growing shaft and swelling head. Thirsty for her wetness, he fell to his knees in front of her. Just as eager to feel his tongue on her, she pulled her panties aside and pushed her pussy forward. Groaning with desire, he pressed his face between her legs, his tongue urgently seeking out her drenched opening and hard clit. “Oh, that feels so fucking good.” She sighed, as his warm tongue parted her lips and licked between them. Raising his hand, he slipped two fingers inside her as he lapped at her hard throbbing clit. “Oh my God!” she cried out, her pussy flooding. “Put your cock in me.” She implored him, desperate to feel him inside her. Standing up, he pulled down his pants and lowered her onto her back across the bed. Pulling her panties off, he opened her legs, wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her rear to the very edge of the bed. With her legs spread wide and in the air, he entered her, his hard thick cock stretching her open as he pushed deep inside. Jesus her cunt was wet. “That’s it; stick that big cock in me.” She urged him on, her excitement growing by the second. Thrusting, he plunged his cock deep inside her. “Yes! Like that, fuck my cunt!” she yelled, her pussy on fire, filled with hard throbbing cock. Incensed by her pleas and frantic to cum himself, he lunged between her legs, his balls slapping her ass with each hard thrust into her. “Oh fuck.” She was cumming, her pussy squirting, drenching them both. “Oh God.” He groaned, feeling cum rushing from his balls, the numbness overtaking him. His whole body jerked as his cock twitched in her cunt delivering its load of cum deep in her body. “So fast.” She gasped amazed. “Fuck that was good!” Breathless, he could only nod his agreement as his softening cum covered cock slipped from her pussy. Dressed and about to leave, she turned to him lying naked on the bed. “Wear one of your new suits to the drinks later, the light one I think.” She said and walked out the door. Wearing his new suit, he met her in the kitchen at the agreed time. She was already pouring champagne into crystal glasses set out on a silver tray. “You’ve scrubbed up nice.” She said, admiring him in his smart attire. “Thanks,” he replied. “What would you like me to do?” “Bring this tray of drinks to the ladies.” She said handing him the tray. Taking it from her, he followed her to the living room. There was a group of women, about eight all told, sitting around the living room. They varied in age, he guessed from around early thirties to mid-sixties. All were well dressed and obviously well to do. Each one smiled at him and said hello as he passed out their drinks. He could feel them looking him over as he walked around the room with the tray. Inspecting the merchandise he thought to himself. He sat by himself in the corner of the room until it was time to refresh their drinks. About to carry the tray from the kitchen, she came in and told him it was time. Handing out the tray of drinks he left the room and went into another one just down the hall. Stripping naked, he turned off the light and laid on the bed waiting. “You know the rules ladies.” she said. “All of you except one get a chance to have a quick fondle your prospective driver. The lucky one gets a full test drive. Now if you would like to put your names in the hat, we will choose the winner.” As she went around the room, each woman put a slip of paper with her name on it into the bowl she was carrying. “And the winner is…” The darkness of the room lit by the door opening and a figure stepped inside. It returned to blackness as the door closed again. The figure moved to the bed and reached out a hand. He felt soft fingers touch his chest, rubbing over it before working down to his cock. They ran all over it and his balls before curling around his shaft. Slowly the hand began to pull him, his shaft thickening and growing with each tug. He heard her suck in her breath when he hand slid the entire length of his erect cock. The hand left his cock and the woman departed the way she came, leaving him in darkness again with a throbbing cock. A minute or two later, the next woman came in. Like the first one, she stroked him for a minute or two and just when he thought she was done, the hand gripped his shaft and he felt a warm mouth cover the head. It slid down his shaft twice before it was gone. One by one, the remaining women entered, felt him and left. Only one stood out. As she was pulling his cock, he heard a rustle of material and then a whimper. Through the vibrations of her hand and the bed with her leg pressed against it, he could tell she was rubbing herself at the same time. She didn’t cum before leaving but he could tell she was very aroused. His employer came in and turned on a lamp. It was time for the prize winner. The room could be lit. After all it was a full try out. “You have a lot of very happy faces out there.” She said to him. “Do the next one like you have me and you’ll be rolling in it my dear.” Getting up off the bed, she ran her fingernails along the shaft of his cock and left. He was sitting naked on the edge of the bed when the winner came in, barefoot and dressed in one of his employer’s robes. Standing up, he met her beside the bed. Undoing her robe, he slid it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She was middle aged and on the plump side but she wore her weight well. Her body was curvaceous with full round breasts and very arousing. Her pussy was shaved with plump outer lips forming a beautiful crease between them. He could feel his cock stiffening just looking at her. Moving behind her, he pressed against her bottom and slid a hand around her to caress her breast. His other hand reached around and stroked the top of her thigh, working up to the shaved pussy at the top. His fingers nearing her pussy, she moved her feet apart, opening up her thighs giving his access to the already wet cunt between them. Slowly his fingers stroked up and down her wet lips before sinking between them onto her clit. She moaned softly and pushed her rear back against the hard cock pressed against it. He kissed the nape of her neck as he rubbed her hard clit until she was shaking in his arms. Ready to be fucked, he turned her and laid her on the edge of the bed. She raised her legs and he opened them up and let his cock rest along her pussy. Pressing the top of his cock, he rubbed the hard shaft along the length of her aching cunt. “Oh God!” she cried, wanting his cock so badly she was quivering. Sliding his cock down her pussy, he pressed the head into her opening. She sucked in her breath, waiting for him to enter her. He pushed forward, forcing his cock inside her tight opening. “Oh shit!” she cried out in pain and pleasure, her eyes wide with the feel of being stretched so wide open. Starting to thrust, he fed more and more of his cock into her. Smooth strokes of cock sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust. “Oh fuck!” she cried out loudly with each deeper thrust, her cunt on fire with arousal, wanting more and more of his hardness in her. Now they were fucking hard with all of him inside her. His balls slapping her ass as her hips worked her pussy, fucking him back. Out in the living room they all sat in silence, listening to the cries coming from the other room. They were the cries of a woman being fucked hard by a big cock. Some were finding it hard to sit still; all of them with wet aroused pussies. Suddenly one woman got up and made for the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet and still hearing the cries from the bedroom, she pulled down her panties, opened her legs and began frantically rubbing between them. Within seconds, she was jerking and shaking on the toilet as she came hard. In the bedroom, she was sobbing on the bad, her legs shaking out of control with his cock still jammed in her. He slid out and pulled her up off the bed. Quickly, he turned her around and bent her over. With her standing legs apart on the floor and resting on her elbows on the bed, he moved behind her and rammed his hard cock back into her pussy. She moaned loudly as he entered her again, the feel of his cock back in her pussy exciting her already aroused pussy further. “Oh God, fuck me!” she yelled, bracing herself for the hard battering against her ass to come. Holding her hips, he thrust with all his might into her, making her cry out loud each time his cock slid deep. “Fuck it!” said one of the women in the living room, unable to take any more of the fucking sounds coming from the bedroom. Opening her legs, she put a hand up under her skirt and started to rub herself through her panties. The other women watched on as she slid her hand down inside the front of her panties and started furiously rubbing her clit. They all stared, unable to take their eyes from between her legs. The sight of her masturbating and the sounds from the bedroom had all of their pussies drenched. She came with a loud roar of release and collapsed back in her chair with her hand still down the front of her panties. Consumed with lust and a primal need to cum, he fucked her hard. She was howling with the intensity of his cock thrusting inside her. He could feel it coming. His balls rose up and the numbness enveloped him as he came deep in her pussy, his cock pulsing out thick cum in her depths. She was done too and collapsed on the bed, her pussy bulging with contractions, her gaped opening snapping open and shut uncontrollably. Dressing, he left her to recover and returned to his room for a drink and a shower. Undoubtedly, he would get a visit later with the results of the afternoon’s events. He was sitting on the bed propped against the headboard with a drink when the inevitable knock came at the door. Calling out for her to come in, she entered the room smiling and sat on the edge of the bed. Helping herself to a drink from the bottle on the bedside table, she took a sip and turned to him. “Well, you’ve certainly made quite an impression. You had two of them masturbating and the prize winner could hardly walk afterwards. You must have fucked the shit out of her.” she said laughing. He smiled and took a sip of his drink. He really had fucked the shit out of her. “By the way, the one you fucked has a nice curvy body, does she have a nice pussy too?” she asked. “Very nice, why, do you fancy a bit of it as well?” “I might do.” She said with a mischievous smile. “Anyway, back to the drinks party” She continued. “It seems that I might be lending out my driver quite a bit. You can expect some very good tips I think.” She said taking another sip of her drink. “Let’s celebrate then.” He replied, getting up off the bed and refreshing their drinks before sitting back down beside her. “They weren’t the only ones you made wet listening to you fuck.” She said with an amorous look on her face. Putting down his drink, he unzipped the back of her dress. She stood up and lifted it off over her head and unclipped her bra letting it drop to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt. Squatting in front of him in just her panties, she undid his belt and unzipped his pants. He lifted off the bed and she pulled his pants off. Still squatting, she opened his legs and moved between them. Taking hold of his flaccid cock, she placed her mouth over the end of it. He leaned back on his elbows as she began to suck him hard, her mouth and tongue working up and down his stiffening shaft and swelling head. Hearing his arousal at his cock hardening in her mouth, she reached down and slipped her hand inside her panties, rubbing her wet slit as she fucked him with her mouth. Needing to feel his cock inside her throbbing pussy, she withdrew her mouth, stood up and pulled down her panties. “Now fuck me like you did her.” She commanded. To be continued at Literotica. by Bumpinguglies for Literotica .

They are old friends and they need the same thing - relief. by RubyRyan. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “It was nice to see you too, Mrs. Smith, and I will definitely tell my Mama you asked about her,” I crooned, guiding one of my many little, old ladies towards the exit of my practice. I hope she can’t smell the alcohol I’m sweating out, but honestly, she’s a vintage Southerner. She’d never point out something like that. Mrs. Smith continued, “I always look forward to this appointment. You’re just the most wonderful young man with the best manners.” “Well, thank you, Mrs. Smith. I am hardly a young man any longer, but I do appreciate the compliment.” It’s Friday. I’m hungover. I haven’t gotten laid in weeks. WEEKS. This moment feels like hell. I need to be finished walking this patient out (Why am I even doing this?), get my keys, and hit the Waffle House, maybe even a nap in my car. I am not going to make it like this. I’m pretty sure Mrs. Johnson was still talking when I closed her passenger side door. I pretended not to notice and backed away, smiling and waving. Jogging past the front desk, I let our receptionist know that I’m heading out for a long lunch. “I have some things to do, so I’ll be gone a while,” I mumble distractedly. “Well, I hate to tell you this, but you still have one appointment before lunch,” Sarah laughs. Sarah is the receptionist. Sarah is in her twenties and does not get hangovers, and I don’t think she really hates to tell me that. I hate Sarah right now. “No fucking way!” I bark. “Yep. And here she comes,” Sarah said, raising her eyebrows and cutting her eyes to the door. I don’t even bother to look. I turn on my heel and head for my office. I have to get a Coke and something to eat. I don’t care who she is. The second gulp of full-test Coke starts to slow the tremble in my hands. Jerky. Peanut butter & cheese crackers. A few burps. I cannot keep this up. I feel like shit. With my head on my desk, I make a promise I’ve made many times before: I am 42 years old. Tonight I will go to bed early. I won’t get mad when my wife rejects my advances, and I won’t pick a fight over it. I won’t get drunk and sleep on the couch. I’ll just be a well-rested, miserable guy who isn’t getting laid. Just a man who makes all the money for all the things but can’t get his dick wet. Fuck my life. Just then, Sarah texts to let me know that my patient is in Room #2. Great. Stretch. Face slaps. Eye drops. Deep breath. I just need to get through this last appointment, and then I’ll be home free to the weekend. I open the door to the exam room and see a face I’ve seen many times before. “Emily. Wow! It’s so good to see you. How did I not realize you were coming in?” I close the door behind me and plop down on my rolling chair. Emily is a very old friend. Well, really more than a friend. We were couple friends when we were all first married, but before that, Emily and I had spent a great deal of time dry humping and groping each other starting the Summer after high school graduation, pretty much every time we were home from college, and then until we both married other people. God, what great memories - so many blowjobs and hand jobs, so much heavy breathing and desire, coaxing her from one base to the next. Jesus, I felt like a god the first time she let me touch those amazing tits. And then teaching her how to suck my cock. Fuck. How did I never get in her panties? Jesus, what a waste! And here I am now, in my 40s, still not getting laid and still mentally dry humping Emily Masterson. Ugh. “Hi, there. It’s ok. I’m sure the last name threw you off,” she replied sweetly. Rolling over to her on my chair, I glance down and pretend to examine the name on the file with a chuckle, “Yeah, I guess so. I haven’t known an Emily Masterson in what, 20 years?” She blushes and laughs, wringing her hands in her lap, “Oh, my god. It’s so funny to think of the Emily Masterson you knew then.” Oh, she is adorable and clearly nervous about something. I’m close enough now to see the flush of her skin, and the outline of those tits, and smell her perfume. Um. Fuck. It’s a good thing I still have this stupid folder in my lap. I’m hard just sitting here next to her. Eighteen year old Emily Masterson was certainly more confident, but not much else has changed - small, long brown hair, green eyes, and that same glorious rack. Wearing skinny jeans, boots, and a fitted black turtleneck, she looks really good. Nothing over the top, but a clearly put together woman. She would look better naked and bouncing on my cock, I think to myself, but quickly disabuse myself of any further fantasies. Fuck, dude. Do your job. You are not 18 anymore, and there is no way you are going to see her naked today. I sigh. As if hearing my thoughts, Emily blushes more deeply and blurts out, “I just couldn’t keep his last name after all the things he’s done. I need a fresh start, I guess.” “Seems reasonable to me,” I say, smiling at her, hopefully putting her at ease, not to mention hopefully distracting me from thinking about how much I want to take her clothes off. I take a deep breath and move to begin the exam, but before I can, Emily puts her hand on my arm and in a lower, huskier voice, whispers “And so after I finish up with this appointment, I’ll only have one item left on my new life to do list.” The words are innocent enough, but the hand on my arm is something different entirely. She squeezes my arm a bit and begins to circle her fingertips in my arm hair. Her touch is so light and inviting, so seductive. Oh, god. I want to take off all of her clothes and devour her. I want to lick every inch of that delicious little body, bury myself in her warmth, and make her cum over and over until I exhaust myself on top of her. Clearing my throat, I break the charged silence and ask, “Emily, what is the last thing on your list?” Emily shocks me by laughing. She looks directly at me, eyes sparkling, and purrs, “Why don’t I let you finish doing your job, and then I can tell you about that.” Before I can stop myself, I let out a sigh and blurt, “I’ll be honest with you, Emily. I don’t know if I can wait to know. I’m tremendously hungover, your hand is on my arm in a way that I like very much, I have a raging hard on, and you smell amazing. Just put me out of my misery.” The laugh that follows doesn’t surprise me this time. Oh, it’s music to my ears. She’s laughing and smiling at me and dear god, I want to touch her. “There he is,” she starts, smiling with eyes full of mischief, clearly pleased with herself. “What?” I ask, laughing. “I was beginning to wonder if my old friend was still under that starchy coat,” she teases. “Switch spots with me. You sit here, like the patient, and I’ll be you.” And just like that, I’m sitting in the exam chair and Emily Masterson is climbing into my lap to straddle me. “Oh, fuck, Emily” I groan. I close my eyes and enjoy the weight of her on me, her hands on either side of my face, as she kisses me desperately. “I know you’re married,” she gasps, coming up for air between kisses. “I know this is wrong, and I will stop kissing you in a minute, but please just let me enjoy this for a second,” she begs in a ragged whisper, as she begins moving down my jaw line to my neck. I have a rock hard cock in my pants and a beautiful woman in heat on my lap. And I know I have one good decision left to make. I let out a tortured sigh. Emily’s kissing slows, and her eyes, hooded with lust, search mine. Apparently not seeing what she wanted, Emily makes a quick move to get up and finds my hands on her waist, pinning her in place. “Where do you think you’re going, Emily?” I grind through gritted teeth. “Oh, thank God!” she whispers, settling her crotch down onto mine with a series of needy hip rolls. “I’m out of my mind for you.” “Trust me. The feeling is mutual, but we should do this right,” I demand, trying to still her hips. Emily reaches for the bottom of her turtleneck and starts to pull it over her head. “I don’t care about right. Just fuck me quickly. I need you inside me,” she begs. Leaning into her neck, running my hands down her back, smelling her, licking and biting, I continue, barely able to utter the words, “I need to be able to see and touch all of you, and you’re going to need to be able to make a lot of noise. I want to fuck you for days.” But she doesn’t care. She just wants me inside her. Now. “Please? Just a little? I’ll be so quiet,” she pleads as she reaches up to unclasp her bra. “Oh, fuck, Emily. If you get those out, I’m done. I may cum in my pants as it is,” I groan and grab both of her shoulders as she continues to grind against my raging hard on. I can’t even look at her when I say, “This is the weirdest day of my life, because I’m going to reject your offer . . ” And before I could finish, Emily tries to knock my hands away in disbelief and interrupts with a furious, “WHAT?” “for now,” I finish. “No, you’re not,” she asserts. “I need this so much, and you are so hard,” she pants, grinding her crotch against my throbbing cock. Emily looks into my eyes and seduces me with her lust, “How can you tell me no? Don’t you want to know what my pussy feels like? It’s so wet for you, and it’s so close. It would be so easy to just slip that big cock in and get the relief we both need. Don’t you want to help me, Dean?” She finishes cooing into my ear. “Fuck, Emily,” I cave, leaning my head back in surrender, definitely not making that one good decision. As my hold on her shoulders relaxes, she unclasps the front of her bra, releasing her amazing tits between us. “Look at me, Emily,” I bark. “Look. at. me.” She raises her eyes to meet mine, flushed cheeks, hard nipples, eyes drunk with lust. I put my hand under her chin and growl, “I just want to make sure you know there’s no going back now. And that whimper is not enough confirmation.” “Tell me, Emily. Let me hear it. Tell me what you need,” I whisper huskily, cupping and pushing her tits together, rubbing my thumbs over the tight pink nipples. Emily’s moans and need grow as I pinch her nipples mercilessly and press my face into her cleavage. “Oh, Dean. Yes. Yes, please. I need you inside me,” she whispers frantically. “Fuck yes, Emily. I’m finally going to fuck you. I’m going to make you scream my name, and then I’m going to blow my load deep inside you, like I’ve always wanted,” I whisper menacingly into her ear. “Umm. Yes, Dean. And it’s going to feel so good,” she purrs while sliding away from me to take off her jeans and panties. I watch and stroke my cock through my pants as, finally, Emily Masterson stands in front of me completely naked, aroused, and determined to have me fuck her. I take one deep breath, blow it out, and tell her to lock the door. Emily smiles and says, “Don’t worry. I arranged for them all to go out to lunch. My treat. No one else is here, and the front door is locked.” “Oh, fuck yes,” I mutter in relief, launching myself at her, kissing her hard and pinning her against the office countertop. I wrap her naked legs around my waist, engulfing one of her peaked nipples in my mouth, and she leans her head back against the cabinets in pleasure. The resulting moan that floods the room is one of desire, but also relief. But the relief is short-lived as Emily’s need begins to overwhelm her. She pleads with me, “I really need you inside me, Dean. Please don’t make me wait any longer.” “Oh, my god. There are so many things I want to do to you, Emily,” I groan, undoing my belt and pants, never taking my mouth off of hers. “But good fuck, I need this. I need you, goddamnit.” “Umm. That’s what I want,” Emily coos, as she slides off the counter to take my rigid cock in her hand.“ “It’s gotten so much bigger, Dean,” she says, stroking my shaft with lust in her eyes. “I hope you don’t mind if I” she says distractedly as she dips down and takes the engorged head of my cock in her warm mouth. “OH, FUCK, EMILY! Jesus Christ.” I cannot help but bark out like a man bitten by a snake. I pluck Emily’s head off my cock with a firm hand in her hair. “Let’s get you back on this counter with your legs around me,” I demand. I rub the head of my cock across her clit until I can feel the first quickening of her orgasm. When I know she is ready to shatter, I slowly push the weeping head of my cock against her soaked sex. “You are so ready for me, Emily,” I whisper in her ear. “Yes! Oh my god. Please. I need you, Dean,” she whimpers. And then I slide my painfully hard cock into her pussy. Inch by throbbing inch, I bury myself in her welcoming heat. “You feel so good. So wet, Emily. So wet for me,” I murmur in her neck. And then we pause. To breathe, to feel the intensity of this moment, to enjoy the relief of overwhelming, shared desire. “Oh, god. You have to move. I have to feel you, Dean. I’m so close” Emily pleads. “Yes. Fuck. I’m going to. I’m trying to hold off,” I gasp. “Fuck. When I start moving, I’m going to fuck you senseless, and I know it won’t last long,” I explain. “I don’t care! Fuck me!” she cries, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding on tight. Watching her face, I start to move. The expression of relief and pleasure I see there weakens my knees. “That’s it, Emily. This is for you. Enjoy me,” I encourage her, feeling my orgasm back off with a suddenly increased sense of duty to deliver for Emily. I lean back and reach between us to press my thumb lightly above her clit, watching my cock slide in and out of her weeping pussy. She feels so fucking good, so responsive, so going to make me cum in her before I want to. “Oh, Dean. Dean. Dean,” she begins to moan, drunk with pleasure on my fat cock. “It feels so good, Dean. You just don’t know how long it’s been. You. Just. Don’t. Know,” she whimpers in time with my strokes. “Oh, I know, baby. I know. I can feel how long it’s been. Just enjoy it. Let me make you feel good. You’re getting close. I can feel it and see it on your face. Give it to me. Let me have it. I’ve got you,” I tell her. With one thumb on her clit and two fingers squeezing one of her nipples, I watch Emily Masterson fall apart on my dick. Her skin flushes and seemingly every muscle in her core flutters and then contracts hard, pulsing on my cock, encouraging me to fuck and fill her. And that’s exactly what I do. As she is still quaking on my cock, I begin to take what I want. I pull her hips further off the counter and down onto the full length of my dick. Pumping her drenched pussy relentlessly and watching those incredible tits bounce, I know I’m about to cum. “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight. So needy. I’m so deep in you, Emily. I’m fucking you in an exam room, and I’m going to cum inside you,” I groan with my forehead against hers. “YES!” She screams. “Fuck me, Dean! Give it to me.” And then I feel the tightening, the tingle, the crash of the first wave, and I’m coming inside her. Pulse after pulse of relief, I pump into her. “Hmm. Yes, Dean,” Emily moans. “That’s what I want. Fill me with your cum. Oh, yes. You feel so good. THIS feels so good.” “Oh, fuck. Yes. Take it, Emily.” I demand. “Oh, yes! Cum in me. Give me what I need, Dean!” She screamed as pulse after pulse of my rigid cock emptied my seed deep into her pussy. I run my hands down her body, trailing kisses across her breasts and nipples and up to her neck, moaning and groaning in satisfaction. Panting, we lean against each other and soak up the release, giggling at the occasional tremor of aftershock. And then there is nothing but the sound of our breathing and the HVAC system. Emily eventually breaks the silence by asking, “Do you still want to hear the final to do on my list?” “That wasn’t it?” I laugh. “Well, kind of, but I was actually hoping we could do it more than once,” she begins to explain. “Dear god. Are you serious?” I interrupt, still shamefully trying to catch my breath. “Haha. I know you aren’t 18 anymore, Dean,” she says, as she begins putting back on her clothes. “Neither am I,” she continued, “but I do want an arrangement between us. No strings attached. Just regular lunch time fucking. At my house. I’m not far from here, I work from home and live alone. I plan for all of those things to stay true. So, if you’d like to do that, and maybe more, again, starting Monday, come any day you like. Just text me that morning.” And then she grabs her purse, kisses me deeply and walks out without a second glance. I stand in exam room #2 for a few more seconds, catching my breath and making sure that I’m not dreaming. Daily, no strings attached incredible fucking? Jesus Christ, could that be possible? I disinfect all of the equipment and furniture, walk back to my private office and sit down to enjoy a tumbler of whiskey and a cigar. With plenty of time before my staff comes back, I open the practice scheduling software and mark my lunch hour as “Out of Office” for the foreseeable future. SMS: If the offer is still good, I’ll be there just after 12 today SMS: Perfect After living in this area my entire life, I cannot believe what I am seeing. I have driven down this road nearly every day of my life, and I have never noticed this driveway. Quickly swallowed up by a giant azalea hedgerow and leyland cypress trees, my truck disappears from view, and I am rolling down a winding driveway towards a sprawling, mid-century ranch. I am about to pull into the garage of an old flame, THE old flame, really. She showed back up after a very high profile divorce and is laying low in the woods, apparently. She seduced me in my office three days ago. We are both adults. So naturally, I’m already back for more. SMS: Garage. Close the door behind you There is plenty of room for my truck next to Emily’s Mercedes. I close the garage door and walk into her house. The house is beautiful – open and minimalist in style. Or maybe she just hasn’t finished buying décor? Either way, I like it. I scan the kitchen and adjoining den for Emily and hear her coming down the hall from what I assume must be the bedroom wing of the house. “Dean! What a great way to start the week. It’s so good to see you,” Emily announces, walking towards me in a long, black robe and throwing her arms around my neck. She smells and feels so good. By the time I realize I’m grasping her ass cheeks with both hands, Emily is laughing. “Oh, this is going to be excellent,” she chuckles between kisses. “Now, before we do anything else, I have an idea about something, but you have to promise that you will tell the 100% truth,” she teases. “Tell you the 100% truth about what?” I ask. “Well, I have a hunch, and if I’m right, it’s going to decide something for me,” she explains. Not wanting to be a killjoy, I hesitantly agree, “OK. I’ll play. I’ll be honest.” Wrapping her naked arms and legs around me and pressing my head down into her cleavage, Emily kisses the top of my head and whispers, “How long has it been since you’ve had a blowjob?” I tense with humiliation, but then let out a long sigh, holding my head against her chest, kissing her lightly and considering. “Oh, fuck, Emily” I laugh. “I’m wounded. Was it that obvious?” “Welllllllll, I’ve never known any man to refuse a blowjob, especially not you. In fact, I’ve never known anyone who loves them more than you. So, yeah, it was weird. But then I wondered if maybe it was something you wanted to keep only for your wife…” I can’t help but make an involuntary laughing sound. “which I would completely understand,” she finished softly. “Yeah, no,” I begin, chuckling now. “If she remembers what a blowjob is, she is not giving them to me and hasn’t in many years.” “Ok. Well, that’s perfect then,” she notes, smiling and wriggling to stand down on the floor. “So, what did my answer decide?” I ask, laughingly. “Oh, I was wondering if you’d remember that part,” she begins, reaching for my belt. “Your answer decided what I’m going to do to you first,” she continues, kneeling in front of me and freeing my rigid member. I’m too stunned for eloquence. I am watching a beautiful woman get on her knees to suck my cock, and I don’t have to buy her anything or apologize for wanting it. She just wants to suck my cock because it will make me feel good. “HOLY. SHIT.” I choke out, as Emily licks around the head of my cock and then up and down my shaft. “Umm. I always did love sucking your dick. It’s so fucking hot how turned on you get,” she murmurs from my crotch. When she next takes the engorged head of my cock into her mouth with a vibrating moan, I have to put my hand on the kitchen counter to steady myself. It’s sensory overload. Warm suction and pressure on my dick, hand on my balls, gorgeous woman actually wanting to suck my dick, moaning, sucking, wet. “Oh, fuck, Emily. That feels incredible,” I groan, throwing my head back and enjoying the sensations. And there is nothing but a moan of encouragement from Emily, as she begins to work the head and shaft in unison. “Oh, yes, baby. Suck my fucking dick. That’s it. That’s how it’s done. Jesus Christ, do you know how to suck cock,” I begin to ramble deliriously. Emily cannot help but laugh and reply, “There you are.” “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Your mouth feels incredible. And your eyes looking up at me. Holy shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m getting close. Fuck. Slow down,” I demand, attempting to push at Emily’s head. “No, no, now. No way,” she keeps her hand locked on my shaft. “Let’s get this out of the way. Give it to me. Cum in my mouth, and let me hear how good it feels” she purrs. “Good fuck, Emily. You are so hot. Keeping sucking it just like that. Oh, god. Oh god. That’s it. Oh, god. Emily. I’m going to cum down your throat. FUCK, it feels so good. FUCK. That’s it. Oh, god. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, Emily. I’m cumming down your throat,” I finish in a grunted whisper, thrusting into her mouth. Emily sucks me clean and stands with a smile, while I am still clutching the counter for support and trying to catch my breath. “Jesus Christ, Emily. That was incredible,” I groan to her appreciatively as she moves to make drinks. “Whiskey neat?” she asks. “Perfect, but make it fast, and get your ass back in here,” I bark. “Oh, bossy. You’re going to give me shivers,” Emily teases with a grin, handing me the whiskey glass and curling up on the sleek leather sectional. “So, how was work this morning?” she asks. “Um, the sex part of this is not over yet, my friend. It’s not time to talk shop. It’s time for you to come sit next to me.” Surprisingly, she moved without argument. “Oh, that’s much better. Yes, ma’am. Right next to me, and then swing those beautiful legs into my lap,” I direct her. While we sipped our drinks in the quiet, I ran my hand softly down the expanse of her toned legs, slowly inching higher inside her thighs, watch her body tense and relax as I approach and avoid her core. When I hear a low moan escape her lips, I quickly change drink hands and give myself better access to her pussy, sliding my hand up to cup her mound. She bucks beneath me with a groan, wanting more pressure. I move between her thighs and lean down to suck each of her nipples deep and hard, earning two low moans from Emily, as she begins to writhe beneath me. Isolating her swollen clit, not too quick, and not hard enough to get her there fast, I lean into her ear: “Did you really think I was going to leave without getting some of this sweet pussy?” I bite on her earlobe and dip two fingers inside. “Oh, baby. You are so wet,” I purr into her ear. “Are you going to cum for me, sweet girl?” I tease. “Oh, my god, Dean. Oh, you always know just what to do,” she whispers, nearly delirious with need. There it is. I could see the flush spread across her skin as I spread her with my cock. “Yes, Dean! Oh, my God. It feels so good. Ah. Oh, Dean, I’m going to cum,” Emily murmurs just before she tenses and closes her eyes. “You look so good cumming around my cock, Emily,” I groan into her ear. “I want to fuck you all day, just so I can watch you cum.” “Oh, god. I hope you do,” Emily assures me. “You feel so good. I feel like I might cry or laugh, or both.” “I think you’re cock drunk.” I chuckle between thrusts. “That’s fine. Guilty. Whatever. Just keep fucking me. My god, it just feels so good… ” Trailing my hand up her neck and into her hair, I slowly make a fist and pull Emily taught. Nipping her earlobe and increasing the pace on her clit, I admire the wanton woman beneath me. We are fucking for mutual pleasure. What a gift. And when I see that sweet flush start to rise in her skin, I quicken my pace and give in to the tightening in my balls. “Oh, Dean. I’m so close,” Emily pants. “Oh, fuck, yes. Give it to me, Emily” I demand. And she does. Waves of pleasure roll through her body, massaging my cock buried deep inside her. I can’t help but tip over the edge watching her embrace her orgasm. And I hope to god I’m not dreaming, because this is fantastic. “Oh, wow. That was JUST what I needed. I don’t think I realized how hard up I really was,” she laughs from beneath her curtain of hair. “Yeah, that quickie on Friday was definitely not enough for me. I was counting the minutes until I could get here.” “Not me,” she quips. “I didn’t think about it at all, actually. Forgot until just before you pulled… ” “Bullshit!” I laugh and smack her on the ass. Emily laughs and blushes and moves to pour us another drink. “The shower is through there, if you’d like. I’ll be heading back up to my office. I trust you can see yourself out?” she asks as a statement. “Yes, ma'am,” I respond sarcastically, somewhat hurt by her coldness. “Listen. You and I both know this is already dangerous territory. Let’s hold off falling in love again for as long as possible.” And she was right, of course. by RubyRyan for Literotica

Man answers ad in fetish dating site. by subleroy. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy stories. Cock, Available for Marriage – Chapter One Cruising the web one night I stumbled across a dating site for people wishing to explore fetish and alternative lifestyles. I was reluctant to join because it’s hard to know just how secure these sites are, I’d heard a lot of horror stories. The one thing I liked was that they were very strict about mature age requirements. A birth certificate and photo ID were required but kept confidential. I also had to file an affidavit that I was indeed who I said I was and that I was over the age of twenty one. All females received free memberships, but as a male, I’d have to pay a monthly fee through direct withdrawal out of my checking account. Once I had jumped through all the hoops I had to verify my membership through an email account. I figured I had nothing to lose, so I joined. After spending several hours checking out postings, one in particular caught my eye; “Cock wanted for potential marriage!” There was no picture and the profile was very simple. “Single women looking for a cock with no romance. The cock must be available for marriage.” The response instructions were very simple, interested cocks were to send pictures of themselves only, no other body shots. The bottom of the profile contained a secure link for responses. I was intrigued; yes I was single and available for marriage and I too wasn’t looking for romance, I just wanted sex. Most guys would turn and run over the marriage part, but not me, there was something very erotic about being in a solely physical relationship. Romance seemed over rated anyway. I read the short profile over and over, what if, I thought, this person were actually a gay male or some other sort of a set-up? Against my better judgment, I decided to go ahead and respond, but be very careful and think my actions through. I liked the idea that there was a women out there so straightforward that she stated she just wanted a cock, no romance, and none of that relationship bullshit. Her honesty was very refreshing and I found it quite a turn-on. Getting a hard-on for the picture wasn’t all that difficult, I started some porn on my computer and watched it while adjusting my presentation. My penis is a full seven inches, not too overly large, but I knew how to use it, or should I say, it knew how to use me. Being an amateur photographer, I focused on lighting and appearance. I shot my penis from many different angles against a white background. I edited my profile with no picture and to say simply, “Cock available, no romance required.” I fired off the three best pictures with a short message, “Cock needing a vagina!” Then I waited…. After a long two weeks, I finally heard from her, “Cock, I received your reply including the pictures of you. I need to verify your size and performance. At the bottom of this email you’ll find an address for a doctor’s appointment that I have set up for you. Your check-in name is TC Johnson.” It was signed, “Vagina.” It also had a P.S., “Your sperm count and semen volume will be measured, so I suggest you don’t spew your ejaculate between now and the time of your verification!” The appointment was scheduled for the next Friday afternoon, which was five days away. As I was reading the note, I became so aroused that I naturally started beating myself off. I had to stop myself before I came, I needed to store up my seed for the evaluation. It was going to be a long five days. On the day of the appointment I awoke early and spent some extra time getting ready. I took a long hot shower and shaved away all the hair on my genitals. Then I critiqued myself in front of the mirror and removed any stubborn hair that remained. If I was going to be a cock, I wanted “Him” to look the part. I decided not to wear a suit, I thought dress slacks and a button-down shirt would be more appropriate. I punched in the address I was given and my GPS led me to a high-rise office building in the middle of town. I parked in the ramp and entered the main lobby. The note directed me to Suite 1124. I scanned the listing behind the glass panel on the wall. The name next to the listing for that suite was “Dr. Laurie Phillips, Reproduction Services.” I entered the elevator and pushed the button for the eleventh floor. A short ride up ensued that culminated when the door opened to a long hallway. Everything up to that point seemed normal but still red flags were going off in my head. Did I really know what I was about to get myself into, I was reaching the point of no return. I could turn and walk away and forget the whole thing, or I could continue down the hall to what my mind was telling me was my destiny. My sexual hormones were shooting through my brain preventing me from turning back. My mindset shifted from being an average man to that of a walking penis longing for sexual release. I located Suite 1124, opened the door and walked in. It was just a normal looking waiting room. I went up to the receptionist and gave her the name I was given, TC Johnson. She just smiled, apparently knowing that it couldn’t be my real name. “Ok, Mister Johnson, you’re all checked in, have a seat and fill out this form on your medical history. The Doctor will be out shortly to get you. To my relief, the waiting room was empty. I took a seat and filled out the form, it was all the standard questions at first, then the last section was very personal, it had questions like; “How many times a week do I masturbate?” “What is the normal amount of my ejaculate?” “Have I ever impregnated a women?” And of course, “when did I last masturbate and what was the outcome?” I answered the questions honestly, pleased that no one was there to look over my shoulder and see my answers. I am a normal guy who jacks off regularly, a couple times a day on average, I usually pop a healthy load. No I haven’t impregnated someone, and my final answer was five days ago and I creamed my sheets. Of course I cleaned up my answers a little, after all, this was a medical form. Once the sheets were filled out, I occupied myself by checking for messages on my phone. The minutes slowly clicked by, I kept looking up at the front door, praying that nobody else would walk in and see my answers on the forms. I was shaking with a combination of arousal and fear of the unknown. I didn’t want anyone to see me. A commotion in the room caught my eye and I looked up to see a women standing over me, “Mister Johnson?” “Yes.” “I’m Doctor Phillips.” I looked up and saw a normal looking women in a medical uniform, she was tall and thin with short blonde hair. I rose to my feet and she reached out, shook my hand, and took the forms from me. “Come on back and we’ll get started.” She led me down a short hallway to her office. “Have a seat while I look over my notes, by the way, congratulations on your pending nuptials!” “Oh, thank you,” I said as I nodded in acceptance of her well wishes, the reality of the situation sinking in. I started to wonder if I had made the final cut, why else would the doctor think I had pending nuptials. “I see here your fiancée has requested that we check your sperm count, volume, and sexual performance today.” “As you will find out, we have some unconventional techniques for testing here, some may even embarrass you. Please keep an open mind and remember, we are medical professionals and we do this kind of thing every day. All I need is your signature that you consent to the testing today.” She pushed a paper over to me and I looked it over, all seemed normal. I reminded myself of my name that day and scribbled the signature, TC Johnson on the paper. Just then a young nurse joined us, she had a sweet smile and her mannerisms put me at ease. “Mister Johnson, this is Ann, my nurse, she will be assisting me today. She’ll take you back and we’ll get started.” I followed Ann to a small room next to Doctor Phillips office. All seemed normal at first, she took my height and weight and had me sit so she could get my pulse and blood pressure. “Your blood pressure and pulse are a little high, but that’s normal for men when they first get here, we’ll check it again later.” A medical assistant came in and took samples of my blood, filling three vials. She asked me if I was taking any ED medications or receiving any treatment for an STD. Both my answers were in the negative. The assistant filled out a form and labeled the samples, then she nodded to me and left without saying a word. “Follow me, Nurse Ann said,” we need to get a urine sample and check your control.“ At this point things started getting a little weird. I followed her and she led me to a sterile looking room. I didn’t see a toilet, or even a door to another room. She sat on a stool and moved a rolling tray close to her with a series of test tubes on it. “I need you to fill these tubes one by one, stopping for a minute between each, I’m required to watch you do it so you don’t cheat.” “Cheat? Just how am I going to cheat?” “Some guys try to fill the tubes without waiting the full minute in between. This procedure is not only to get a sample, I will also be checking your bladder control.” “Give me your penis and we’ll get started!” “Holy Crap,” I thought, being surprised by her blunt request. I started fumbling with my zipper, finding this simple task very difficult to do with an unfamiliar female staring at my crotch. “This is no time to be shy Mister Johnson, here, let me help!” She grasped the little tab on my fly and pulled me forward to her. She gingerly un-zipped my pants and reached in past my under wear. She took my semi-limp cock in her hand and put one of the test tubes over the end of my urethra. She pointed to a red line on the tube, “Fill to this point and stop!” I tried to focus on the line and released my urine stream, it didn’t take long before she ordered me to stop and she started a timer. I gritted my teeth, trying to hold back my flow. I was surprised at just how difficult it was to stop a stream once it had started. I did my best to hold back until the timer finally went off, but it wasn’t easy. The nurse took another tube and caught a few dribbles of urine off the tip of my penis, then she had me start again. She repeated the process until I had filled six of the tubes. Then she handed me a flask so I could finish. She started to label the samples and I put my penis back in my pants, I reached for my zipper but the nurse stopped me, “No need for that, you won’t be in those pants much longer anyway.” So I stopped and just stood there watching her as my penis found the freedom of my open fly as an invitation to show itself. The nurse looked at me and then my crotch, “Good, we’ll need that to get hard, that’s our next step!” She had me follow her down the hall to an exam room that at first looked pretty normal except for the chair in the middle of the room. It looked like a recliner but with stirrups. She pointed to an open locker on the wall, “It’s time you removed all your clothes so the doctor can examine you, put them in this locker and have a seat. I removed my clothes and got in the chair as instructed. She took my legs and put them in the stir-ups and reached down and cupped my balls which we tight against my crotch. “This won’t work,” She said, the doctor won’t be able to examine you that way!“ She walked over to a cupboard and took out a small white terrycloth towel. She turned on a sink and let the water flow, testing it periodically with her fingers. When she felt that the temperature was correct she saturated the cloth and put it in a plastic bag. She burped out the air and sealed it. "You’re going to feel some warmth and a little discomfort,” With that she put the bag over my balls and had me hold it in place. “The doctor can’t examine you with your scrotum up tight against your body like that, please keep this in place and get yourself hard, the doctor will be in shortly!” I could feel the warmth of the water cause my testacies to drop while I began stroking myself to arousal. I laid back and closed my eyes wondering just what type of exam I was about to receive. The thought of having the doctor view me in an aroused state actually was a huge turn-on for me. I could just imagine what being a “Cock” to a women yet unknown to me would be like. I had no idea, but I liked the thought. When the doctor came in she didn’t even knock, I heard a commotion at the door and there she was. She looked down at me wearing medical binocular loupes with a small headlamp. She took them off long enough to greet me. “Ok, Mister Johnson, let’s see what you’ve got. I know this will all be strange to you, but believe me, it’s necessary to give you a proper exam.” She pulled up a stool and sat in front of me, she removed the water bag from my balls. They now hung low and were dangling free. She moved her glasses back over her eyes and focused on my hanging junk. She separated the boys and examined each one of them closely. She “weighed” each one in her hand and took notes. My erection was stiffening even more with her touch and the doctor noticed, “Don’t worry, we’ll get to him next.” Cock Meets Twat Nurse Ann moved forward, small tape in her hand, and took several measurements of my ball sack as the doctor took notes. “So,” said the doctor, I see it’s been five days since you ejaculated,“ "Good, your balls seem full and we should get some good samples.” I found the use of the word “Samples” intriguing, maybe she used the plural sense by mistake! Her attention finally shifted to my throbbing member, she took it in her hand and the nurse used the tape measure to check the length, girth and circumference of my engorged head. She went to the cupboard and came back with a package that looked a lot like a straw. She removed the paper sheaf to expose a long thin beaded metal rod. She put it to her lips and added a generous supply of saliva. She handed it to the doctor who showed it to me, “Mister Johnson, this is a metal sounding rod, I will be using it to check your urethra, just relax, and you may find this pleasurable.” “Ah, sorry to interrupt you, but I’m puzzled as to why the nurse used her spit instead of lube?” “Simple,” She said, we can’t use lube if we want to get sperm samples, it’ll contaminate the sample. I know it’s strange, but it works, some patients are even aroused by it, which helps with the extraction. She took a tight grip on my shaft and proceeded to thread the rod into my pee hole. She kept sliding it in, checking for resistance. She kept it going until only the very tip of it was left in her fingers. She slowly pulled it back out and then threaded it back in. I started arching my back as I started to feel a climax coming on. The doctor noticed, “Ann, get a sample beaker ready, I think he’s ready for his first sample.” She spit on my cock and began stroking me in a circular up and down motion while moving the rod in and out. “So, are you a squitter or oozier?” Strangely I knew exactly what she was talking about, I tried catching my breath long enough to answer, “S-s-squitter, definitely a squitter.” Ann brought two sample beakers, one as a splatter shield and one to collect the sample. Doctor Phillips spit on my cock three more times and quickened her motion. “Oh God, here it comes,” I said with a grunt. I pushed my feet into the stirrups and began humping the doctor’s hand. The doctor removed the sounding rod and the two women, each with a beaker, positioned themselves in front of me. Ann’s beaker was held over my cock head at a slight angle, the other was upright and directly below it. I held my breath and gritted my teeth. As if on cue, my stream erupted, hitting the bottom of the first vessel, then slid down and dripped into the second. My manly pump thumped in a steady rhythm, each pulse sending a mixture of relief and pleasure to my brain. The doctor held my penis still, clamping the head between her thumb and forefinger. The surges slowly diminished and then stopped. Nurse Ann moved the lip of her glass beaker directly under the opening of my urethra as the doctor squeezed every drop of semen from my steadily deflating penis. I was breathless trying to regain my composure. Both beakers were moved to the counter where Ann drew up the globs of my ejaculate into a syringe. She showed the full vessel to the doctor. “Good Mister Johnson, now just relax for a couple of minutes then we’ll need you to make yourself hard again. We need to get two more samples to measure the decrease of volume between your ejaculations. "Here,” said Ann, “This is our call button, push it when you think you are ready again.” I laid back, wallowing in the mind blowing experience I just had. If this is what being a cock is all about, I’m in. It didn’t take long before I was pushing the call button, a guy has a second sense when it comes to their manhood, and I knew I had another load in me that could be more than the first. My penis was hard and bobbing in anticipation. Without knocking the nurse entered the room, but she wasn’t alone. Accompanying her was a young brunet that was introduced to me as Beth, not nurse Beth, just Beth. She was attractive in her own way, a few extra pounds, but still very attractive. “Beth will be assisting me with the next two extractions,” said Ann. The thing I noticed most about the new assistant was that she had a uniform all her own. Instead of the traditional medical attire, hers was a lot more reviling, it was like the uniform was designed solely for the purpose of sperm collection. It was a tight fitting button down white dress that barely covered her crotch. The very low cut braless top exposed her ample tits. She looked almost as aroused as I was, her erect nipples stuck straight out under the tight-fitting fabric. She took my erection in her hand and dripped three long strings of saliva over my purple head. Her tits hung in my face as she worked my rod in her soft petite hands. I was panting and breathless as I reached another powerful orgasm. All I could do was wave my left hand in the air and the women understood my signal. As before the two beakers were placed in front of my pulsating cock as it spew my seed in another powerful orgasm. “Oh,” said Beth, “I didn’t believe you at first, but you are right, he sure has a live one doesn’t he!” Ann took the beakers as before and sucked my ejaculate up into a syringe. She showed it to Beth who was noticeably impressed. As I watched Beth examine my sperm sample she leaned over just far enough to put her scantily clad ass in the air and in my full view. My cock sprang back into life again. “Ah Ladies,” I said somewhat embarrassed, “No need to come back, I think he’s ready again!” And indeed he was. More of Beth’s saliva, more views of Beth’s tits and I was soon shooting into the beakers again. I hardly remember driving back home that day, but I do remember beating off in the shower for a half hour when I got home. It was then I realized that my cock now controlled my life and no matter what “Vagina” had in mind for me, I was ready…. Again, the waiting game ensued, this time nearly three weeks had passed until I heard from her again. It was an email with a very short message; “Cock, I have two more tests for you, be at this address in a half hour!” This time it was seductively signed, “Waiting Vagina.” “Only a half hour???” That didn’t leave me much time, the first thing I needed to know was how far it was, could I even make it if I hit heavy traffic, I wouldn’t know until I punched the address into the GPS in my car. I took a double-take when I finally focused on the address, it was in the same building as the fertility clinic, but the Suite Number was 1125. “That’s right across the hall.” I started my car engine and headed off, I should have just enough time to make it, and it helped that I knew exactly where I was going this time. I pulled into the parking ramp with only five minutes to spare. As I rushed to the elevator, I glanced at the wall plaque, Suite 1125 was the Law Office of Angie Harrison and Associates. If Vagina wants me to visit an Attorney, things must be getting serious. Could it be that I’m the finalist? Hopefully I’d soon know. I rode the elevator up to the eleventh floor and immediately found Suite 1125. I was a little out of breath when I walked through the glass panel door. A kind looking young lady with a warm smile greeted me at her desk, “You must be TC Johnson, have a seat and Angie will be with you shortly.” I had barely sat down before the receptionist had me follow her down the hall and into a large office with black leather clad walnut furniture. The walls were decorated with numerous framed diplomas and citations. A thirty something lady was seated behind the desk. She had long jet black hair and was wearing a blue business suit with the top adored with large brass buttons. Her thin silk blouse gave a sexy touch to her ensemble. She wore sophisticated dark rim glasses that gave her the appearance of the highly intelligent person depicted on her wall. “Welcome Mister Siebers, "I’m Angie Harrison, have a seat and we’ll get started!” “Wait, what did you just call me,” I asked, somewhat startled. “Timothy Siebers, isn’t that your name?” “Well yes, but how do you know that?” “Easy, we ran your license plate when you went to the fertility clinic, but that’s not important right now.” Her receptionist took a piece of paper from her and handed it to me with a pen. “First, we need you to sign a confidentiality agreement so anything I tell you will never leave this room.” I read over the straightforward agreement and signed it with little hesitation, I couldn’t wait to hear why someone would go to such great length to find a cock. Angie had her receptionist sign it as a witness then it was stamped with a notary seal. The receptionist left and I heard a clicking sound as she locked the door behind her. Angie stood up and offered her hand, I reached out and shook it. “Cock, I’m Vagina, now we can talk!” My mind went wild daydreaming about being a cock to this sophisticated, highly intelligent women. I immediately started checking over what I could see of her body, trying not to be obvious. “Can I call you Tim?” “Of course.” “You can call me Ang.” Angie turned her attention to her laptop, “Looking over your results from the fertility clinic, I see you are off the charts. Your sperm count is high, you ejaculate like a horse, and you seem to have no issues getting a solid erection.” “They didn’t detect any STD’s or any signs of any ED medications either.” “Tim, I will give you the basics then I’ll answer any questions you may have,” she said with a smile as I looked into her bright blue eyes becoming somewhat infatuated with her. “Simply put, I need a cock to give everyone the appearance of being married. "Appearance,” I asked. “As you can tell from my citations, I am very focused on my law career and I also plan to run for Congress next year.” “The thing is I don’t want people prying into my sex life as they would if they thought I was single. I work very long hours and my ambitions aren’t going to change. With a cock at my beck and call I can fulfill my sexual desires and if it’s my husband, nobody would think anything of it. If I select you, I’ll need you to quit your job, move in with me, and become my house husband. I want children, so you’d be like a normal stay at home dad to them. You will need to sign a standard pre-nuptial agreement and be given a healthy monthly allowance and your own car. I gave her an understanding look as it all seemed to make sense, her intentions were clear. "Do you have any questions, Tim? "Yes, your note said two more tests today, can I ask what they are?” “The first test you already passed, you dropped everything to get here in a half hour, which shows dedication to the idea of being a cock. I’ll need you to drop everything you are doing and come fuck me anytime I’m in the mood.” “What’s the second?” “Get naked and come around my desk and fuck me!” “Please?” “You heard me, part of being my cock is to be ready at my every whim. So, get naked and come around the desk and fuck me. I need to evaluate your performance before I make my final decision.” “I only have a half hour before I have to be in court so get busy!” She wiggled off her panties and put them on her desk. I hastily removed my clothes and crawled around her desk. She pulled up her dress and revealed her well groomed pussy. Her pink lips looked full, fertile, and inviting. Her clit was swollen and ready. She slid slightly back in her chair and pointed to her crotch and said, “Cock, meet Vagina, she’s wet and waiting for you.” I gave my penis a few short pumps and it sprang to full erection. I slid my manhood deep inside her as my animal instincts took over me. I moved up and down thrusting deeper and deeper into her. She grunted along with my rhythm. She un-buttoned her dress and squirmed to get out of it while I continued humping her without missing a beat. I shot my seed deep into her with countless orgasmic pulses of mutual climax with a person I just met three minutes ago. We definitely had an attraction to each other, totally physical as it were, but a connection none the less. I dismounted her and she took several sheets of Kleenex to wipe my heavy load of semen from her dripping pussy. I was about to apologize for making such a mess when she stopped me, “Don’t worry, everything in my office has been scotch guarded. This is where we’ll have most of our sex. We’ll also likely make good use of the ladies room at the courthouse. I can never tell when the urges will hit me. She folded her dress and placed it on her desk next to her panties. She stood before me wearing nothing but her sheer blouse. She took my hand and led me to a couch and had me lie down. She jumped up on me and impaled herself on my waiting rod. She rode me hard, stopping only to check her watch. I lost count of how many orgasms we each had but it was many. She looked at her watch again then hesitantly dismounted me. She wiped her sperm drenched vagina and got dressed. "Congrats Tim, you’ve made the final cut.” “I’ll have one of my associates write up the Pre-nup and I’ll get our marriage license application while I’m at court.” “Get hard and stay that way until I get back!” by subleroy for Literotica .

The wife does not expect the radical confrontational method. by zorro4l, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. The famed specialist Elsa Jünger cordially welcomes the newly arrived couple to her office and invites them to take a seat in the plush leather armchair provided for this purpose. The couple cannot help but be impressed by the imposing beauty and youthful presence of Dr. Jünger, in her attitude and the tone of her voice emanates a subjugating sensuality, a resolute authority pronounced in the femininity of her forms and the voluptuous aroma of her perfume would impose a certain sense of insecurity and nervousness in the first impression that the couple took of the prestigious psychiatrist with a doctorate in Vienna. “Before we begin, Mr. and Mrs. Holtz, I want you to know that every problem can be solved, no matter how big it is. I want to thank you both for placing your trust in me, I want you to find here a neutral place where no matter how serious the problem is, we will solve it with my method based on the transmutation and the flow of emotions. We could start with you Dominika.” Said the therapist. “We have been married for 20 years, Fritz is a good provider, a good father and he is very responsible, but for a long time now our intimacy has been reduced to a couple of moments per year, he doesn’t seem to have much interest in me.” said Dominika. “Let’s see what we have here, can you stand up?” said Dr. Jünger. Dominika stood up obediently while the specialist observed the elegance and attractiveness of the demure tone of the housewife. “Good. You are a healthy-looking woman, with a certain attractiveness. Have you thought that your demure appearance and attitude have something to do with it? Don’t take it the wrong way, you look refined and very elegant in that button-down dress, you have a face with beautiful features and porcelain skin, you are 43 years old, you have beautiful reddish blonde hair, and after the treatment, your beautiful eyes will shine with joy again.” said Elsa Jünger. The therapist continued to look analytically at Dominika, who remained quietly expectant. “Have you thought that your family’s occupations are interfering?” Elsa said as she continued to analyze the woman. “I lead a simple life dedicated to my family.” Dominika said. “Don’t be angry, but with that hairstyle and those huge glasses, together with your attitude of monastic modesty and arrogant suburban virtue, you look like a duck on an empty stomach.” Elsa said to Dominika who adopted an astonished expression, she found those words outrageous and incorrect, they made her feel offended and her dignity violated. The therapist walked with resolute seriousness around Dominika without leaving her analytical posture, typical of a specialist who is critical of the causes of the problem. Fritz silently noted the way the attractive doctor’s formal attire seemed to fit progressively with a singular adherence to her body, suggesting the resolute ambition of a consummate femininity possessed of extravagant and firm forms. It was impossible for his gaze to focus elsewhere as the spectacular psychiatrist moved about the office analyzing the silent Dominika, for a moment the flirtatious lines of delicate panties under the ever-tightening skirt seemed to insinuate themselves, resolutely asserting their presence and outlining the spherical perfection of the optical poem that was the firm backside of the sensual therapist. Fritz smiled subtly and would immediately notice the same kind of naughty affirmations on his wife’s dress. Dr. Jünger continued to express her impressions to Dominika, by this time she was right behind the astonished woman and placed her hands on the shoulders of the unsuspecting housewife. Elsa stopped to observe Fritz, he remained silent and did not seem to understand the seriousness that emanated from that fiery coppery gaze that rested on him in an analytical way, for a moment it seemed as if the therapist was reading an open book which she was able to consult in its entirety, only in a matter of seconds. “When I see you, I feel that there is a succubus eager to come out.” Said the doctor. Her face was illuminated by a perverse smile that was sketched in the cruel sensuality of her lips at the moment when her hands pulled with force Dominika’s dress, tearing it suddenly and exposing her intimate clothes. “What the fuck!” Dominika exclaimed in alarm as she was overcome by an unusual stupor that ran through the smoothness of her skin with the speed of thought. Fritz was about to get up from his seat. “Hold it right there! You came to me to improve your life, and you must trust my methods.” Said the specialist imperatively, to which Fritz would be forced to obey. Dominika was changing color, her face was reddening in an accelerated way and gradually the rest of her body where the skin was visible, also began to transmute from its natural pale tone to a bright reddish color that somehow would indicate according to the specialist, clear signs of a caloric reaction in the bloodstream that respond to the emotions that are brewing inside her anatomy as a reflection of her emotions. Dominika felt an indescribable helplessness to move, as she stood there in her satiny white set of full-cut panties and bra, the doctor gently placed her hands on the roundness of those hips covered by the tight panties of the nervous and embarrassed Dominika. “How do you feel now? Tell us the first thing that comes to your mind to describe your sensations.” The specialist, who was standing in front of the exposed and astonished housewife, said seriously. “I am ashamed to be exposed in this violent way that you have exerted on me for no reason, and I feel very upset because; you have just torn my favorite dress!” Dominika said indignantly. “Is that the whole problem? You are in front of your husband and your therapist, I didn’t do this in a crowded place where you would get more attention.” The doctor said as she removed Dominika’s hair pin and arranged it in a way that would give her hair more volume and show off her new freedom. “Feel the glare of your husband’s eyes resting on you right now as he sees you in those tight panties of shimmering nylon, covering the roundness of your sinuous womanhood and his gaze plays guessing games with your lace cup bra.” said Elsa Jünger. Dominika was unable to clear her thoughts of those uncomfortable sensations that came over her after seeing her dress torn on the floor. “He basks in the sparkles of your white ensemble and the jealous duty with which he finds himself guarding the secret of the nymph, imprisoned in that demure position of a respectable lady of the suburbs. And that just a moment ago, her lines were uncomfortable naughty insinuations, through the fabric of your now useless dress, completely alien to your will.” Said the doctor in a tone pregnant with seriousness. Dominika and Fritz maintained an uncomfortable silence as they exchanged glances with each other. “Tell me, Fritz, is your memory taking you for a ride? Don’t tell me anything yet! The smile on your lips speaks to me of the echoes imprinted in the incipient sexual awakening of a boy, whose erotic fantasies began when he discovered an image similar to this one and were to be found all that summer in the lingerie catalogs his mother received in the mail.” Said the doctor while maintaining intense eye contact with Fritz. Fritz was beginning to feel a certain nervousness because of the velvety tone Elsa Jünger was using, and he seemed to perceive a certain fieriness in those big coppery eyes that were looking at him penetratingly. “Don’t say anything, your face has already expressed itself eloquently, now take a good look at your wife! Calmly and do not hurry, look at how her navel and her thighs contrast with this garment. Think of everything it evokes in you!” said the doctor. Fritz sighed silently as he listened attentively to the sensual therapist. “The discovery of your own eros and the adventure of going into the girls’ dressing room that morning. Do you remember the scent of the perfume that day? And surely the fire is still alive in your eyes with which you would see those girls in the future.” said Dr. Jünger to the blushing Fritz, who was deeply shocked by the way his innermost secret memory was laid bare in front of his half-naked wife, who was gaping at the man she thought she knew at all. “Now take three deep breaths, Dominika.” Said the doctor as she instructed her to stand in certain ways, first she had her arm on her hip so that she could lean a little while she put her thighs together and helped her to loosen up a little to adopt a relaxed attitude in the nervousness reflected in her exposed body. “How do you feel now Dominika?” asked the doctor, pleased with what she considered a breakthrough. “I feel a little stupid, vulnerable and humiliated without my dress. Why did you have to tear it?” said Dominika indignantly. “The cost of your dress can be deducted from my fee. Do you feel better now?” answered the doctor with seriousness and a certain cynicism in her words. “No, I’m furious!” Said Dominika approaching the therapist, that shyness and particular shyness and demure modesty typical of a lady of her condition, had evaporated from the affable countenance of that housewife, who suddenly radiated a feline attitude of resolute sufficiency, capable of anything. Fritz watched astonished as his wife turned into a force of nature, who uncontrollably placed her hands on the tight skirt that the therapist was wearing and that soon rose like a theatrical curtain and was torn off like a leaf by the autumn wind, leaving the doctor immersed in the center of the tempest that Dominika’s hands became, now imposing their whirlwind-like might on the stunned specialist, whose white silk blouse was ripped open the instant the buttons flew through the air, and was torn in the blink of an eye followed by what appeared to be a beautiful black lace bra that now lay destroyed on the floor. Fritz held his breath as his eyelids took a pause and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets at the sudden tearing of fabrics leaving the firm and generous figure of the famed psychiatrist, while a force unheard of in Dominika stripped her with the ease of one who peels a tangerine with her hands. The doctor maintained the composure defined by the stoicism of her unalterable scientific will and demonstrated an immovable calm, not needing her skirt and blouse now torn and scattered on the floor, to regain control of the situation. She placed her hands on Dominika’s hips, clasping them against her, and looking her straight in the eyes, she addressed her with a voice studied in its modulation. “Now breathe Dominika, inhale and exhale three times!” said the therapist. Meanwhile Dominika would instantly lose all that destructive momentum that was invading her as if she were in a trance as soon as Elsa Jünger’s coppery gaze made contact with her. She stopped and looked at the doctor in panties, stockings and garter belt showing herself calmly and with a certain attitude of pride at the now exposed arrogance of those breasts with pink areolas and the smoothness of her skin enveloping her unusual feminine forms that seemed to emanate erogenous sparkles. A gasping Dominika, surprised and doubtful of herself as she felt a guilty pleasure, being herself with her hands the one who left her therapist half naked, transmuting in seconds her previous role from victim to victimizer, only listened to the strength of her heartbeat crackling a flame shining from her eyes and all over her skin. “How do you feel now Dominika?” said Dr. Jünger standing in front of her in her panties, without losing her composure for a moment, as if she didn’t care about her partial nudity in front of the couple. “Now I feel terrible doctor, I’ve acted like a monster, please excuse me!” Said the agitated woman trying to regain the elegance and propriety of her manners in a desire to hide her pleasure. “Did you get over your torn dress? Does it make you feel better to have equalized things between us? Now we’re both in our panties! Said the doctor as a gesture made with both hands pointed to her lack of clothing and made special emphasis on her shapely bare breasts. “Does that make you feel more comfortable now?” Said the therapist in a confident and professional attitude from which emanated a sensuality that silently overwhelmed both Fritz and Dominika. “I’m so sorry, doctor, your clothes! In an absurd outburst I have torn them. I feel so mortified by what I just did, I’m so ashamed, nothing justifies my reaction, but deep down I felt that I let go of something that had been holding me back for a long time.” Dominika said, wrapped in an exciting confusion of pleasure and guilt that began to moisten her. For a moment Fritz’s presence seemed to be ignored by his wife and the therapist, immersed in their therapeutic dialogue. The man was pleased by everything his eyes beheld, giving him a voyeuristic sensation and the sudden way in which two beautiful women interacted in panties in a way pregnant with naturalness, just as it happened in the advertisements printed years ago in the genesis of his libido. At that moment a spell of time re-activated the feverish adolescent sensation circulating through his veins, he was eroticized by the fierce power demonstrated by his wife who unthinkingly released a hedonic essence evidenced by the residue of torn garments on the floor, belonging to Dominika and Dr. Jünger. Fritz could not deny how excited he was. “It’s an occupational hazard, Dominika. I provoked that catharsis myself, however, you look freer and more confident.” Said the doctor, keeping eye contact with Dominika. “Now look at your husband! He is recreating himself epatante and blissful in the delight caused by the incandescence of your sensuality emerging impetuous, reclaiming his domain snatched by the boredom of loving and living that you yourself have caused. Do you think it is right to have denied him that joy after all that married life?” said Dr. Jünger in a serious tone. Dominika shrugged her shoulders with a certain embarrassment evident in the way she lowered her gaze and her arms awkwardly crossed over her breasts covered by the demure white bra adorned with a bow in the center. “For years you’ve taken everything for granted and abandoned the adjacent hedonism by provoking passionate debauchery in your man and then you whine because he’s lost interest in touching you. That should shame you! Not the fact that you show a little bit of your skin.” Dr. Jünger said in a warm, motherly tone. Dominika was silent, feeling even more embarrassed by those words and surprised by the emotion that was all over her skin at the way Fritz was looking at her at that very moment. She had the impression that her usual temperance was abandoned to a lasciviousness superior to her evanescent demure. “I know you wish to preserve your present energetic mood. You look voluptuous! and it is evident the way you enjoy hoarding the cravings emanating from that lustful adolescent who was dozing in your husband. In the next few days, you will dispense with wearing your skirts, dresses and pants; you will only wear your panties and a very short blouse! You will walk before him from the superb sinuosity of your infinite legs.” Said the doctor in a tone of imperative seriousness, which Fritz silently thanked with a luminous smile on his face, reflected in the coppery gaze of the sensual therapist who smiled back with pleasure. “No way doctor! What will my children say? I can’t walk around the house in my panties, then they are visited by their friends. I’m ashamed!” said Dominika astonished. “Don’t be silly Dominika! Are you dressed well already? You look radiant! You should be proud of yourself for the fruitful beauty that makes up your forms. Feminine nature was conceived to be admired!” said the therapist. Don’t you feel like weaving dreams in the incipient onanistic fantasies of a young man? Watch the way he reacts as he dissects you with the scalpel of his concupiscent gaze and rejoice in that sensation that will run through you sensual and dreamy.” The doctor said as she began to undress Dominika, gently removing her bra and then bending her over to remove her panties. “What are you doing? Stop!” Said Dominika, unable to do anything about it, as she waved her hands to cover herself nervously and awkwardly as she felt naked and exposed. “Look at you now! Don’t you feel more comfortable in the shelter of your own skin? Your clothes defined you and did so in a boring way that imprisoned that nymph who now wiggles free from her own purest expression and expands voluptuously into the domain of her dreams.” Said Dr. Jünger as she released her patient’s hands with the intention of giving her a sense of security and pride in her new, naked condition. Dominika could not quite process in her body and mind the methods she found radical for couple’s therapy. She paused to look at her therapist, scanned the smooth skin of the woman full of herself, and an inquisitive glint would meet the glowing copper-colored eyes of Elsa Jünger, who would respond with a smile and an intuitive glance questioning the finality of her resolution. Elsa exhaled a sigh, walked to her desk and handed Dominika a pair of scissors on her return. “Come on, now finish what you started!” said Elsa, looking her in the eye. Dominika crouched down elegantly and stealthily like a tigress ready to enjoy the last moments of her hunt, the scissors slid like an ascending caress across Elsa’s full hips and the cold sound of the steel closing released one of the flanks of those lacy black V-cut panties, Dominika would move feline behind Elsa’s back and the caress of the steel would remove the last strip of the unwearable garment, with poetry enunciated in her delicate fingers, she lovingly slid the fabric away and with glee would fill her gaze with the smooth complexion of the spherical consistency of the perfect female derriere. Seconds later, Dominika would deposit the scissors on the floor and her hands would remove the garter belt and pronouncing a caress with her hands, they would descend with the gentleness of a verse along those legs removing one by one their nylon covers, once freed of every fabric and every stitch of cloth the body of the doctor. Dominika ascended and with her gaze certified the absolute nakedness of Elsa Jünger, who stretched out her hands to meet her gaze at the end of the ascent. “Are you satisfied?” said Elsa. “Dominika nodded with a certain perversity lighting up her face. Elsa would place her hand on Dominika’s chin, who abandoned herself to the power of those hands, renouncing the vestiges of her modesty and surrendering the will of her lips to the voluptuous therapist, together they would inhabit her skin in a murmur that conspired in the verb. Fritz observed bucolic that verse intoning the exuberant celebration that sublimated his elevated yearnings to the celestial of those bodies nakedly inhabiting the voice of the spirit, without being noticed by the two women. “How do you feel now Dominika?” said the doctor. Dominika sighed, finally allowing her body to take possession of her emotions in the longed-for release of her essence that had slumbered for a lifetime inside her. “I feel free! Sensual, feminine and powerful.” Said Dominika in a tone that denoted the fullness of her newly reborn and liberated spirit. “Well Dominika, now it’s time to settle things with Fritz directly.” Said the doctor while she led Dominika in front of the desk, she made her lean in front of the cabinet while she spread her legs. “What are you doing?” Dominika said surprised and embarrassed as she felt the naughty playfulness of the doctor’s fingers in her wet and exposed pussy. Dr. Jünger’s gaze seemed to light up as soon as Dominika’s bushy, glistening reddish pubic bush was fully exposed, she would run her index finger over the spot where the glistening was greatest and with a smile on her face. “This area demonstrates proper functioning!” said the doctor gloating over her naughty find. Dominika blushed upon encountering this truth that she considered of strict and absolute intimacy, she did not understand the reason that suddenly consumed her in an unprecedented excitement for that and she was anxious to discover another hidden treasure in the depths of her being. “You’ve been so selfish with poor Fritz, you’ve made him beg you for years to give him a measly taste of your honey,“ said Elsa Jünger, as she caressed one of Dominika’s round buttocks and immediately slapped it hard, making Dominika contract with an unknown pleasure at the burning that was roaming her epidermis, she would protest in an attitude of false indignation that she secretly wished for another taste of it. “Well Fritz, this is the moment in which you will rebuke the way I have just shown you, all the physical abandonment in which your wife has kept you over the years.” Said the doctor while taking the astonished and excited husband by the hand, she led him in front of the rumbustious and generous pale roundness that Dominika’s splendid ass offered to the view. The first slap would sound loudly and instantly Dominika shuddered with the sensation of chaste sin eagerly receiving the atonement brought by the lightness that flared on her skin as it was lit with reddish hues by the avid firmness in Fritz’s hand. The doctor stood contemplating the couple who showed enormous progress due to the radical therapeutic treatment. She gloated with pleasure at the growing sexual tension her patients reflected experiencing. “What the fuck, Angela! What have you done with my patients?” Said a blonde presence standing in the suddenly opened closet door, her panting breath and the fire in her eyes showed the throbbing indignation in her naked body, in her hands hung a rope which was the obvious cause of those marks on her wrists and ankles. “Angela?” asked the panting couple in unison as they stared in confusion at the exuberant brunette who initially greeted them and smiled at them from her nakedness, the way someone would when caught in the throes of their greatest mischief. And they looked quizzically at the naked blonde newcomer whose obvious discomfort and embarrassment were charmingly arousing to the couple who began whispering things in each other’s ears. “This woman appeared naked in my office, she introduced herself as a new patient who urgently required a consultation, she calls herself Angela Hedon, as a psychiatrist I have seen all kinds of cases, she somehow made me undress and, in her game, she convinced me to gag me, then I was tied up in the closet of my office and when I came out, I found this usurpation that she has made of me, I apologize to you gentlemen.” Said the beautiful blonde who seconds later was looking at the torn fabrics on the floor. “My clothes! What did you do, Angela? You impish woman!” Said the real Dr. Jünger, enraged at the way Angela laughed loudly and pointed at her. Dominika went over to whisper something in Fritz’s ear, he smiled pleased and with a gesture he would approve what Dominika said, she would approach Dr. Jünger, help her up and after looking into her eyes in a sweet way, she would murmur some things in her ear. She took the hand of the specialist and with an attitude of maternal tenderness began to comfort her, first wiping away her tears, the gentleness of her words would calm the blonde woman who abandoned herself to the empire and sweetness of Dominika who was immediately lavishing her with her caresses. “I don’t know how to repay you for all you have done for us, the way you deciphered us is as incredible as your amazing ways are. Thank you for everything!” Said Fritz to the smiling Angela Hedon. She would approach Fritz suggestively, caress his face and began to whisper in his ear while one of her hands would play perversely on Fritz’s crotch, he again thanked her. She would take him by the hand and lead him to the desk where Dominika and Dr. Jünger were sitting, Angela would kiss the two women on the lips and place Fritz between them who would eagerly wrap him while the lush imposter walked away watching them. Dominika found herself subjugated by the endemic power of an ecstasy whose novelty coursed through her entire being, she thought she saw Angela put on the white panties she was wearing, and the matching bra, she smiled as she watched that seductive woman with the optics with which she felt watched by Fritz minutes before. Dominika felt a leap in her heart as soon as she saw Angela take the torn dress, she shook it spread out in the air and then she would start to put it on getting ready to leave, her eyes would cross with the absorbed Dominika, who was embracing the beginning of her new life and was eager to discover the new paraphilias she would share with Fritz in the near future. “How do you feel now Dominika?” Said Angela Hedon standing in the doorway dressed in Dominika’s clothes, her black hair flowing freely down to just below her shoulders, the radiant coppery charm of her eyes mirroring those of the astonished Dominika. Dominika simply smiled, looked around, waved her hand in farewell to Angela and lost herself in the embrace of bodies at that desk. by zorro4l, for Literotica. .

Scene One, A budding relationship…eating pussy, big cock & deepthroat. by insatiablerob8. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. When we first met, I knew there was something special about Tina. It was a chance meeting, through mutual friends, but we talked several times that night. She was the kind of woman that stayed in your head, when things were quiet…whenever I was alone with my thoughts, I often thought about her. On our first official date, things went fast; we didn’t make love, but it got pretty heavy. I called her on a Wednesday to see if she wanted to go hiking that weekend; it turned out to be cold as hell and we were all bundled up. Needless to say, we made out in the woods a couple times. Before going home, we had a beer at the lodge; we were just getting to know each other, and we talked for a long time by the big fireplace. She looked smokin’ hot and her sweater buttons stopped where you could see deep into her cleavage. She had a pair of mouth-watering tits; I know she saw me checking them out. A couple times, she leaned in, just to tease me even more. I was sure I caught her doing the same, looking me up and down. Anyway, we got back to her place and had been at it for 20-30 minutes, on the couch…she ended up topless and I was all over those tits. They were firm to touch and a satisfying handful; I nibbled her nipples, teasing them with my tongue. We were both ready to move forward, and there was no doubt I was spending the night. I came out of the bathroom to find candles glowing on the nightstand…and scattered around the bedroom. Our lips met again in the same heated, passionate kisses. I cupped her ass, and pulled her into a tight embrace, while she groped my crotch and closed her fingers around the expanding shaft. She gripped the head through the fabric, and I was more than ready to whip it out and put it in her hand. Her ass, felt smooth and firm, but with the feminine give under my fingertips. I couldn’t wait to explore further, seeking out the moistness between her legs; I wanted to savor it with my tongue…or shove my cock into the heat. I felt her moan into our kisses, but then she suddenly pushed me away. Something I didn’t expect, but it was only to undo my belt and push my pants down. There it was, straining the confines of my underwear. She got sexy smile, “You know…that’s what I thought! I’ve been feeling it grinding my hip…you’ve had me curious…and fantasizing about what you were packing!” She trailed her fingers over the outline, “Hmm…damn…I’m gonna be a happy girl tonight…and maybe sore tomorrow!” I shucked off the underwear and she squealed, “Damn Rob…that’s hot!” “I’ll go easy,” I smiled, “I promise…I won’t break you.” When I kicked the underwear aside, it weaved proudly, from side to side, and I swear her breathing got heavier. When I rubbed through her panties, she closed her eyes, and pushed against my fingers. After a few minutes of that, I laid her out on the bed and pulled off her skirt, taking the panties with it. I kissed all over her pussy and gently spread her open, inhaling the intoxicating arousal; licking up and down her slit, I worked my tongue deep inside and started fucking. Her clit was swollen and standing out already; I teased and licked hard, while she begged, “Oh Rob, yeah…yeah…yeah, that’s good!” She groaned, “Fuck, don’t stop…don’t stop…please don’t stop that…ah…ah…please…please…oh god…don’t stop!” She shuddered and moaned as waves of pleasure radiated from her clit. I suckled it like a teat, and she screamed softly, “Oh shit, Rob…hmm, that feels good…yeah…yeah!” She had her hands digging into my head and pressing me tight to her pussy. “Oh…oh god…Rob…Rob…ah…ah…ah…that’s it…that’s… yeah… yeah… yes… yes.. yes! Oh, that’s it…that’s it!” Somewhat breathless, she giggled, “I guess you’re not just a big, handsome cock!” “Hmm…no, but that’s next!” I backed off her clit and pushed my finger inside and started pumping her pussy…then two fingers and then three. I don’t know whether she knew I was getting her ready for bigger and better things, but she definitely knew I wasn’t a one-trick pony. When I pulled my fingers out, I grabbed hold of the rock-hard shaft, and teased her pussy lips with it. I dragged it through the tiny crack and then over clit. When I slipped on the condom, I was thinking to myself…whoever developed lubed condoms should get a Nobel Prize. Even with a lubed one, I was a little worried, because she still seemed tight…and I really didn’t want to tear the damned thing. Anyway, I was lucky that she was ready; she could hardly wait, spreading her legs and pulling her knees way back. You got to love a horny woman. When I leaned forward, there was little give in her lips. I had to thrust forward to get it in, but when the head slipped inside, her mouth opened wide and she moaned, “Oh…oh wow…fuck!” She breathed heavy, “Huh…huh…huh…ah…ah…yeah!” “Okay, sweetie? You good?” “Yeah…more than good…just take it slow…go slow and let me relax a little…gotta relax!” She gazed into my eyes and nodded for me to start again. I pulled back a little and eased forward, until I was a little deeper. While I gently thrust forward to put another couple inches inside, she took deep breaths and moaned. “Oh Rob! Ah, fuck! I feel stretched…and full…but it feels perfect. I’d bet you’re twice as big as my ex’s…oh god!” I wanted to know more about the ex-husband, but knew it wasn’t the time, responding, “Good to know…thanks for sharing.” I slowly worked deeper, and when it was all in, I savored the sensory explosion that comes with a tight pussy. “Hmm…looks like you’re all in…ahhhh…so full…I’m so full…ah…yeah!” When I felt her push against me, I started pumping, gently easing, in and out. She started rolling her hips, pushing up to meet my thrusts and moaning, “Oh god, Rob…Rob…hmm…hmm…yeah…ah…ah…ah…yeah…yeah…yeah…hmm, that’s it…perfect!” “Yeah…yeah, you okay? You got it all…you’re tight…so fucking tight!” I asked again, “Hmm, you’re really tight…you okay?” “Oh…ah…ah…ah…yeah…oh yeah…fuck…fuck me!” When I started pumping, my balls tumbled over her hot, little ass, and it felt like I was pulling her pussy apart. My cock stretched her pussy and molded her insides, touching the virgin depths that no other man had reached. Her pleasure was visible, rolling up to meet my thrusts and pushing it as deep as she could. She held her legs wide, “Never…never felt so full…ah…ah…ah…oh god…so full!” Her eyes gazed into mine and she held her mouth open, with moans, “Hmm…oh my…my god…uh…uh…uh…fuck me!” I started fucking with whole shaft, nearly pulling out and driving it all the way. “Hmm yeah…Rob…uh…uh…Rob, that feels so good…so fucking good!” Her screams fueled my lust, “Oh god…uh…uh…fuck me…fuck me…work my pussy…god damn, work my pussy…fuck me…fuck…me…fuck me!” I teased, “You like it…like that dick? You love a big dick…don’t you?” “Yeah…I love it…never had a big…Hmm…a big one…like this,” she moaned. “Fuck me…keep fuckin’ me…uh…uhh…oh god, fuck me!” With our bodies heaving and marked with sweat, she found her clit and started rubbing. The pleasure was growing, and her soft moans kept growing louder; her gaze was intense as she watched the thick, powerful cock pumping deep into her belly. She was focused on fucking her man…and I just kept pounding away; it almost felt like I’d split her in two. “Yeah…yeah…yeah…fuck me…fuck me…fuck me hard, give me all that cock…uh…uhh…uhh…yeah…yeah!” She started to whimper and scream as the pleasure took over. She was cumming hard…long, shuddering, head-thrashing hard…and I just kept pumping till she was calm. Still pumping wickedly hard, I could feel my end nearing, “Fuck…Tina…fuck…uh…uh…I’m close…I’m gonna cum, too!” She came back to life and squealed, “Oh, yeah! Cum for me…yeah…yeah…yeah, cum for me…use…use that pussy…use my pussy…use it…use my pussy!” “Fuck me…fuck me,” she squealed, wildly rocking her body up to meet thrusts! With balls slamming over her ass, an intense rush of pleasure shot through me. I yelled, “Fuck…fuck…cumming!” “Fuck…fuck…uhh…uh…cum…cumming…cumming!” I shuddered each time, pulsing the load into the condom…I felt the heat around the tip of my cock. When I finished, I just stay inside and caught my breath. With her legs still in my grasp and spread, I sensuously rubbed her thighs, digging in with my fingers. We didn’t say anything for a couple minutes…there was just calm relief. When I pulled out, the head was soaking in a reservoir of hot seed; we were lucky it didn’t explode. She finally broke the silence with a soft smile, “Hmm…I’ve never ever slept with a guy on a second date, but I’m sure glad I did with you! That was hot!” That was the first time I slept with Tina. In the aftermath of two orgasms and two condoms, that night, she grabbed one of the candles. I had just got out of bed and didn’t know what was up, but I quickly realized she just wanted a closer look. Still semi-hard, it hung down, but bobbed and glistened in the candlelight. She looked up, “Mister, that was amazing…fucking amazing! You certainly have a gift…a thick, sizable gift; I knew I felt something, when we were making out…but that’s really something…wow!” She looked up with a big sexy smile, “Now, that I got your head about to explode, I’m officially asking you out on a third date…right now!” Her hand closed before I could speak, “It’s really hot and big…a lot bigger than Stephan (the ex-husband). I know she felt it pulsing in her hand and my head nodded back; it felt so good. I wondered for a split second whether I could go again, but I realized I should answer. Unlikely that any guy would turn down a woman, with her hand wrapped around his dick, but I had to tease her, “Well, maybe, but where ’re you taking me on this third date?” She, of course, saw through it, “Well, I wanna spend more time together…maybe just spend the whole weekend, right here, in bed?” She grinned, “I’ll make it worth your while…I promise!” She was still stroking, and it was starting to harden; I grinned, “It’s a date and I promise to make it worth your while, too…but I don’t think we’re done with this date, yet. Maybe use your mouth this time?” She smiled, “Hmm…sounds good.” As I held her head with one hand, I held my dick with the other and pushed it between her lips…it’s really been like that ever since. I don’t remember how it all came up; but maybe she was just horny. We were in this trendy coffee shop and she gazed into my eyes, “Rob, you have amazing blue eyes…Hmm.” She smiled, “And you got some serious fun in those jeans…can you spend the night?” Before I could answer, she grinned, “Or…you could just bend me over this table and ease…that money maker inside!” “Money maker?” “You know like a stripper…a male stripper.” I laughed, “I don’t think that’s an option.” She grinned, “Why not? If you didn’t get kicked out, you could make a bundle in this coffee shop! The women over there at the table and those girls…well, all the women in here would tuck some bills…you’d make big money! I think those two cute guys, the baristas would be game, too.” “Maybe I can strip for you sometime?” “I guess I’m really horny and need some…I think I’m wet already; my pussy would soak you! “Hmm, pussy-soaked cock…that sounds perfect! That’s exactly what I need…and I don’t think I can pass up an invitation like that!” She continued with the sexy grin, “Or I could drop to my knees and suck it till you cover me…what do ya say?” “Okay…okay,” laughing, I said, “I’m staying the night…and I want to do all of those things.” That evening, we went out to a later dinner, and the heat between us was visible. It wasn’t as aggressive as the coffee shop, but we, big time, flirted in the restaurant; and we made out like teenagers in the car, before and after dinner. When we got to her place, I cracked a couple beers, and they were still on the nightstand the next morning; that’s just how the evening went…no time for a beer. My lips met hers and we went at it; the tight embrace initiated a full night of passion. We tore off each other’s clothes and I pumped my dick. Already full-on erect, I showed off using both hands, while she watched. I was ready to grab a condom, but she twisted around on the bed till she was lying face-up, with her head hanging off the edge. She grinned, “Sweetie, let me try something…I wanna suck you for a bit…bring it on over here.” I knew she was going to attempt to deepthroat me, but I was a little mesmerized by her tits, and slow to respond. “Rob, you’re okay with that aren’t you? Or do you need me to bend over first?” “Uhh yeah, I’m all yours…let’s see if you can throat it.” “I was going to say, Earth to Rob, but you certainly know what’s going on…but I guess it’s obvious.” She got a sexy Tina-smile, “I just wanna see if I can do this…you know?” I rubbed it over her cheek and teased her with it, poking at her nose and forehead, “You ready…ready for it?” She giggled, “Let’s try it…I think I’m ready.” She opened her mouth wide, straining her jaw, while I pushed inside. With the head pushing at her throat, she grabbed for my hips, pausing for some quick breaths, and slowly pushed it all the way. The whole shaft disappeared into her mouth and down her throat. Stretching her throat, the head of my dick pulsed within its grip, and her lips hugged the base. My fingers dug into her hair and I pumped forward, gently penetrating her throat, with each thrust. It was ecstasy, watching her lips slide back up to the head, and then all the way back down. If it’s being caressed by a throat, it’s amazing how powerful that three or four inches of male flesh can be; it rocks your world and, in this case, changed my life. I hadn’t been throated since Robin or Megan…I missed them both, but with her lips buried in my pubes, I thought Tina may remedy that. Each time, it pushed into her throat, I shuddered and groaned. Even though she had no way to respond, I went on like she could, “Fuck! Tina…I’m in your throat! Mmmm…fuck, you didn’t tell me…ahh…ahh…shit, you deep throat…you didn’t tell me you could deep throat…ahh…ahh…yeah…fuck!” The feel of her throat rippling over the thick, fleshy ridge, drove me insane, “Fuck yeah…yeah…yeah, take it…take it all…good job, baby…real good job…yeah…yeah…oh god…grind my pubes…yeah, grind'em with those lips!” I took it slow and easy, but when she grabbed my hips and started pumping faster, I realized she wanted me to fuck her mouth! With no hesitation, I held her face and grunted with pleasure. “Oh…oh yeah…yeah…fuck, that’s a good girl…good girl…fuck!” Content with the pace, she seemed to embrace the face fucking and slipped a hand between her legs. I just kept fucking, slapping my balls over her face…it was crazy. She was totally comfortable…savoring every inch I could give her. Thinking I should pull out to push things back, I knew it couldn’t last forever, but then I felt my cock swell; this was all new and I wasn’t sure if she wanted it in her throat, so I decided to pull out to finish. I threw my head back and got off a dozen strokes before exploding over her tits. They looked like they were waiting for it and she started begging, “Yeah Rob, give it to me…give me all that cum…yeah…yeah…give me all that cum…let me feel it…cover me…yeah, cover me!” As the last of it trickled out, she rubbed some over her nipples, and massaged her breasts. She moved her hand up to her face, closed her eyes and licked, “Hmm…I love that smell…the smell of a man.” She laughed softly, “and I love the taste, too.” Again, I was mesmerized, and she smiled, “You like that, don’t you? You like to see me rubbing my tits…with your jizz?” I nodded and got on the bed, straddling her with my knees. She hugged my dick with her big tits, “Hmm, I love it between my tits…it fits perfect…it makes me wet.” I grinned, “It does fit…and we got all night…work it…work that cock…yeah, work that cock!” Finally, I got my bearings and realized it was her turn, especially after what just happened…my new girlfriend deepthroated me! I flipped around to lick her clit; it was rock-hard and swollen and her whole body shuddered. I had my tongue all over her pussy, tracing her labia, pushing inside…and fucking. Her pussy was fun, to say the least…she was wet…alright! When I went got back to the clit, I sucked it between my lips and flicked…hard…and fast. It brought her to the brink, and she was grinding her pussy into my face. Orgasm was so close she could taste it, and she savored the pleasure coursing through her body. Within minutes (I was proud of myself), she was bucking and moaning with an orgasm, surging through her body. I could feel her tremble and licked her straight through, till she slumped back into bed…breathing hard, and sated. I laid back into the pillows, “Come on up here, sweetie.” She climbed on top of me and our lips met, again…probing…passionate and insatiable. At some point, we found our way under the covers and passed out…I woke up with her head resting on my shoulder.Scene two. Coffee in bed, tasty pussy, creampie and a titty fuck Morning sex, every couple has probably experienced it. If you haven’t, you need to…it’s the best way to greet a new day. It’s like those warm & fuzzy coffee commercials…just replace the word “coffee” with morning sex. It’s happened so many times to me…I can’t even begin to count. It usually happens somewhere between 5 and 7 in the morning, in those blissful moments, when you’re between sleep and awakening…and your partner initiates sex. Sometimes Tina makes the first move and sometimes I do. After the first time I was awakened with a blowjob, I realized she was into morning sex…really anytime was good with Tina, but it stood out as one more reason we were compatible. This took place shortly after we started dating; it was early morning, and I had some serious wood…a common occurrence for me. Anyway, I reached over and carefully followed the tight slit, through her panties, up to the bud. I gently rubbed and she slowly spread her legs…sometimes she seems to be asleep and does it with little awareness, but gradually awakens…and other times she’s completely aware and starts moaning. This time, she spread her legs so that I could push her panties aside and run my finger through the tiny folds. I slipped my finger inside and her hips moved a little…pleasure, instinct or reflex, you don’t always know. I very gently finger-fucked till she seemed to be getting moist, and I went back up to work her clit. I knew she was starting to awaken when she spread her legs as wide as she could and moaned, “Yeah…yeah…yes!” I kissed my way over the insides of her thighs and worked my tongue through her pussy and over her clit. When I nibbled her clit, her whole body shuddered, “Oh baby, fuck!” Running my tongue over her labia and flicking her clit, drove her crazy insane. Her pleasured moans gave me focus and I buried my face between her legs. She reached down to spread herself more and moaned with a soft, airy sigh. I probed into her parted lips and savored the tight, pink folds. Gently nibbling her clit, I inserted a finger into the steamy depths, and she moaned in pleasure. “I take it…this all okay?” She just nodded and groaned, “Hmm…yeah.” Gently pinching her nipple, she groaned as my lips trailed over neck. I scattered kisses, till coming to rest my lips on hers; we kissed passionately and when we finally parted, she said, “You really know how to make mornings fun…don’t you?” Smiling with a confident (or smug) grin, “I try…all I can do is try…but you know, it takes two to make a morning this good?” I helped slip her panties off and went back at it. I licked her pussy everywhere, tracing the lips with my tongue…pumping deep inside…teasing and flicking her clit. Light was just starting to peek through the shades, and she pulled my underwear off. I was at full staff and it sprang up to arch over my belly. At the very tip, the slit glistened with a bead and she put her finger in it. After spreading it some, she slowly moved her finger up to her tongue, “Hmm…you’re tasty in the morning, too!” The head was spongy, but solid and deep burgundy; she ran her fingers over the ridge and teased the edge, gently stroking. I moaned, “Hmm…yeah, that’s good…feels good.” I stroked myself while she leaned back to finger her pussy and savor our mutual masturbation. Sensuously circling her clit with her fingers, “Hmm…it’s time, sweetie…she’s awake and ready for you. You ready for this hot, little girl?” “Yeah…fuck yeah, I’m ready!” I went for a condom, but she reminded me, “It’s good, sweetie…we can throw those things out!” Music to my ears, she’d gone to the doctor for birth control, but I had forgotten when it would be effective. “Just grab the lube, sweetie…its gonna feel amazing…no fucking rubber!” Before I could answer, she rolled onto her back and grabbed her knees, pulling her legs back to her shoulders “A guy can’t argue with that,” I grinned, while spreading the lube. I worked some inside her and she snagged some to spread over her clit. Watching me stroke on the lube, she reached out to take over, “Hmm…I love a nice, thick cock in the morning…a man’s cock to start the day.” Cupping her other hand, for more lube, “You know my favorite part is these last three inches, at the base; they stretch my pussy lips.” She grinned, “And they stretch my mouth, too.” Now using both hands to spread lube over the shaft, her sexy smile said everything…you could see lust…and confidence that her needs were about to be satisfied. “It feels heavy and hard now, but even when its half hard, it hangs low and feels heavy. It sways and bobs when you move…not like a boy’s cock. A lot of guys have boy cocks…yours is way better!” She paused and looked into my eyes, “I hope you don’t think I’m weird, but I think you’re the best gift under the tree.” I grinned with a sexy smile, “Your parents put guys under the tree?” “No, I’m trying to be serious!” “I know…but I think you’re making my cock blush.” She smiled, “No, it’s probably still growing.” I stroked myself a couple times, while she circled her clit and watched every movement of my hand. Then she spread herself for me and moaned, as I slowly pushed inside, “Ahh…ahh yeah! Go slow…but keep goin…ahh…ahh…ahh…yeah!” Her head nodded back, digging her fingers into the bed, and moaning, “Yeah…yeah, oh my god…yeah! Oh god, that’s it…fuck me slow…just fuck me slow!” It was rock hard, and its electricity rippled through her pussy, “Yeah…yeah…oh yeah…ahh…ahh…ahh, Rob, give it to me…uhh…uhh…fuck yeah…give it to me!” The sensation of each thrust had her groaning, and digging her fingers into my back, “Oh god, yeah…yeah…yes…yes…yes…oh fuck…yes…yes!” I pumped slow, gently working in and out of her tight pussy, “Tina…yeah…yeah…yeah, Tina…fuck, that’s good!” With her lips snug around my cock, the lube collected right there and started to drip on my balls. She rocked her body up to meet me and push it deeper, while I humped forward to grind. I groaned. “Hmm…yeah…yeah…gimme that tight…tight little pussy!” She giggled when she mimicked me, “Hmm…yeah…yeah…gimme that big…big man cock!” “Yeah, that’s good! Fuck me, Rob…Hmm, fuck me…oh god…fuck me! Uhh…uhh…uhh…fuck me, Rob…fuck me with that big…uhh…uhh…big man cock!” We were both groaning with a shared ecstasy, “Oh my god…oh god…so good…so good inside me…uhh…uh…uhh!” Hard fucking gave us the satisfaction we both needed. Things just felt right with Tina; we have always had an amazing connection. Our minds and bodies always seem in-sync, undoubtedly, it’s why we married. Without question, we are compatible in every way, especially in the bedroom. Tina’s one of the tightest women, I’ve ever had; the steamy warmth, deep inside her pussy, feels amazing. It caresses my cock like a tight fist, and I moaned, “Ahh…Tina! Yeah…yeah…yeah…yeah…yes!” Overwhelmed with pleasure (and cock), she wildly bucked her hips and squirmed to get it deep. I held tight and she moaned, “Oh god…Rob…Rob…uhh…uhh…uhh…fuck…fuck me…yeah, fuck me!” Orgasm took over and she started cumming, shuddering and quivering in my grasp. I pumped so hard that my hips lifted hers. She shook, as ecstasy washed over her body…totally satisfied and full of cock, she gradually calmed but I kept on pumping. When we broke from the lingering kiss, she whispered, “You still need to cum…let me do you! I wanna ride you and feel the load…feel it inside me.” I grinned, “I’m definitely liking the birth control! I rolled off and onto the bed, to let her straddle me. Taking my dick in her hand, she guided it back into her gapped pussy. I watched her weave back and forth at first, to work it all back inside. When she started to ride, her breasts put on an incredible show for me; big and firm, they bobbed and bounced their way to a wet-dream fantasy. I grabbed them both, and she moaned as I traced her nips…they were like bullets, crowning each breast. I was getting close and wanted to fuck harder; I grabbed both her cheeks and started thrusting up to meet her pussy. Our mutual needs amped up the sound of her body slapping over mine. Her pussy clenched tighter and I grunted, “Oh fuck yeah…yeah…yeah…fuck!” She groaned, “How’s that feel, sweetie? You like a tight pussy…and breasts…big breasts?” “Fuck! Fuck yeah…ride it hard…yeah, ride it hard. Ride me…uhh…uhh…ride me till I cum…ride me!” Her rambling continued, broken by the effort to ride me even harder, “Hmm…uhh…uhh…I’ll…uhh…ride you…ride it…ride it hard…yeah…yeah…ride it…ride it hard!” “I want it…want it inside…uhh…uhh…uhh…cum inside…cum inside me…wanna…uhh…uhh…wanna feel…wanna feel it all…my first creampie!” After begging for creampie, I started giving her the deep, hard thrusts that took me over the edge. The orgasm had me shaking and moaning as I exploded inside. Waves of intense pleasure swept over me and I pumped it all, as deep as I could. “I can feel it! Rob, I can feel it…inside me…I can feel it!” She squeezed my cock in pulses…hugging the satisfying girth and milking out the last drops. “Oh my god, Rob! All that cum…that feels amazing!” Savoring the pool of warmth, deep in her belly, she leaned down to kiss me. We made out till she felt leaking; she was a little giddy (I think) and joked, “I think gravity’s helping with my birth control, too.” When she pulled off, she flexed her pussy and it really started seeping. It was hot and a little frothy when it dripped on me. She looked at me with the biggest, sexiest smile, “Hmm, I gotta taste that…I gotta taste my first creampie!” I was taken aback by the statement; surely, she must have experienced a creampie before? I guess she did talk about being super careful, and never wanting a pregnancy with Stephan, but that whole train of thought vanished, when I felt her tongue. She moaned from the taste of pleasure, glistening on my cock. Satisfied that she got everything, she crawled up, looked into my eyes and swallowed, before pressing her lips into mine. My tongue darted through her lips, and savored the musky pleasure, still coating her mouth. She laid back into the pillows and smiled, after our lips parted, “Sweetie, that was the best morning sex…the best morning wood ever!” I was a little smug, “Glad you liked it.” While I was making the coffee, she fell back asleep; I wondered why she didn’t answer when I yelled from the kitchen, asking her if she wanted some breakfast. I noticed she had the makings for a breakfast yogurt, with the nuts and fruit. I decided to watch her sleep for a minute…she’s hot even when she’s asleep. Anyway, I went ahead and made the yogurt bowls and put them back in the fridge. I let her sleep for about a half hour, before I woke her back up; I was in bed with my cup and I gently nudged her, “Baby girl, your coffee’s getting cold.” She woke disoriented, “What? Where?” Knowing she was still just waking up, I grinned and pointed, “Over there…on the nightstand.” It didn’t take long before she was recounting events and talking about the creampie…her first creampie. She was still giddy…sort of like a teenager. Come to find out, it was her first and I called it…she just wanted to avoid pregnancy, especially with the ex. Of course, all I could think about was giving her another. We sipped our coffee, as the warm sun spilled into the room. The bed was in disarray, with the duvet all twisted at the foot of the bed and only the sheet covering us. The sheet was pulled taut over her breasts, and the soft, worn fabric highlighted the hardening nips. She was using both hands to hold her coffee, warming them on the sides of the cup. Then, with sexy mussed hair and a fuck-me-smile, her eyes met mine. She slipped the sheet down to reveal her breasts, and I reached over to grab a handful. They are magnificent and proudly upright…no sag, except the tiniest, creases at the base. I love dragging my tongue through those sexy creases, it’s a great place to warm your tongue. Slowly digging into the firm flesh, I tweaked and rolled a nipple between my fingers. They were rock-hard and begging for some attention. Unable to hold back, I smiled, “Holy shit!” She grinned, “Thanks for that…but there’s never been any doubt, that you like my tits!” Her tits felt big and firm in my hands; rubbing and sucking her nips elicited a few sexy moans, “Hmm…ahh yeah…Hmm, I like an insatiable man…we may never get out of bed this morning.” Before I responded she grinned, “You know you wanna fuck'em…fuck my tits!” Already, rock hard and upright, my cock twitched with that thought. It was obvious that I was ready for more, but I grinned, “Yeah, I think I could handle a second round…why don’t you make sure I’m good and ready though?” She sensuously pumped the shaft, each time stroking all the way to the base, and then back up to the very tip. With her attentive gaze, she savored the girthy flesh; she seemed obsessed, carefully studying every detail of her new man’s cock. The exploration continued as she reached up to trail her fingers over my chest, nipples, abs and back down through my pubes. Her tongue found that sensitive spot, just below the head, and teased it, licking back and forth. Then, with the same sensuously thorough approach, she started sucking; she worked her way down the shaft to the base and nearly pulled it all back out, with only head in her lips. Letting it slurp and slide through her lips, at times, she used both hands to cover the shaft with spit. She stroked what wasn’t in her mouth, until I felt her throat. It first expanded to take the tip and after a couple more tries, she had it all…all eight inches. I could tell it didn’t come easy at that angle, but she wasn’t gagging. I pumped slow and gentle, thinking how god damned amazing she was! With her steamy, grey eyes, meeting mine, her tongue slowly traced her lips and she grinned, “There…I think that got you nice and hard for a second round…you’re definitely ready for my tits!” She proudly threw out her chest and pushed them up, one in each hand. Drizzling lube over her tits, I watched her smear it over everything, from nipple to nipple, covering every inch that titty-fucking might involve. I teased and prodded her nipples with my cock, before sinking the whole shaft between them. I started thrusting gently, sliding the thick purple head through her cleavage and up over her neck. I was straddling her and rocking back and forth, fucking it between her breasts; she moaned as I pushed them tight against the cock. She loved it and quickly replaced my hands with hers. She mashed them together, against my dick, while I picked up the pace and fucked with big, long strokes. The feel of my dick plowing into the firm, pillowed flesh was ecstasy, but watching it pump through her big tits was too. I groaned, “Fuck! Hmm…Tina, I really love these big tits…uhh…uhh…shit, I need this titty-fuck!” “Hmm, me too, sweetie…I love it when you fuck me this way. Use my tits…that’s it, fuck'em…fuck'em good…fuck my tits…Hmm, that’s it…that’s it.” Having her breasts sandwich me, while I fucked into the firm, oiled flesh was amazing, but then she went one better, adding her mouth to the mix. She tipped her head to take my cock between her lips, each time I pumped through the gorgeous titty flesh. I fucked with nice long strokes, and purposely slowed to enjoy the sensuous warmth of her mouth. Each time, I thrust inside, she gave me a quickie blowjob, of sorts. She worked the head with her tongue and suckled the very tip; she sucked hard, pulling her cheeks in, to caress it with the sides of her mouth. Bracing myself with both hands, I started fucking faster, going harder and harder; she knew I was about to cum. It was the second time that morning, but I was very close…ready to cum, again. I fucked wildly till I couldn’t keep it sandwiched between her tits. When I jerked it out, I was seconds away and screamed, “Grab it…grab it and stroke it…grab it and stroke it!” I felt my muscles tighten and my balls drawing up. “Yeah, grab it and stroke it…yeah…yeah…don’t stop…don’t stop…stroke it!” My dick throbbed in her hand as seed surged up the shaft, and I grunted as she jacked the warm load over her tits. “Fuck yeah! There it is…cum hard…yeah, cum for me!” The first pulse sprayed out with force, while the next ones diminished, and flowed thick over her hand, dripping over her breasts. I had hoped for white strands, but all I got was spray…maybe next time. I thought about what warm cream, hanging off her nipples, would look like…wet tits…wet dream. My knees almost buckled, but she kept pumping till I was done. Squeezing the shaft like you might do with a toothpaste tube, she stroked out the last drops, using both hands. When I laid back down, I looked over and she was rubbing cum over her chest. She grinned, “Baby that was just the hottest morning in bed…ever!” Before I could answer, she started licking her hands. “Sweetie, I…I gotta say…that was a damn good way to start the day!” I grinned, “You’re right…maybe we should spend the whole weekend in bed.” I added, “Oh! I made breakfast…and we need more coffee. I’ll be right back.” “What you made breakfast!” “Yeah, we will be having yogurt bowls…you had everything I needed.” “It’s like I’m at a 5-star resort…but with some extra-special room service!” “What can I say? I’m a 5-star boyfriend!” As I headed to the kitchen, she yelled, “You are a 5-star boyfriend…and a keeper!” Then she joked, “You’re getting a huge tip…and I’m calling the corporate office to tell them what a gem they have!” by insatiablerob8 for Literotica

Two pedestrians collide fatefully. by maxicue. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens.  And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the restaurant at Max’s Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially at the club, even with his own special tempo. This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he’d found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he’d happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful. “Asshole,” the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways. He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open. “I’m so sorry,” Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, “Let me help you up.” She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. “I didn’t see you,” he added. “Obviously,” she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders. “Hungry?” he asked. “I could eat,” she half smiled. He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn’t, having food waiting for her. “I’m Joe,” he told her. “Jenny,” she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich. They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it. “Anything else?” he asked. “Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting.” “Okay if we share?” he asked. “That’s fine.” “Uhm, are you going to stay?” He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. “Please?” Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, “Nowhere better to be.” “Good. After we eat, let’s get that scrape taken care of.” “Okay.” They stayed, talking over the small empty plate. “Where are you from?” he asked. “The Twin Cities. Minneapolis.” “No shit! Me too!” “No shit!” “No shit. Where?” “Robbinsdale.” “Golden Valley.” “No shit?” “No shit.” The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals, doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type. Fate. “You work around here?” she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and tie, the tie loose around his neck. “I used to,” he told her. “I’m actually applying for jobs presently.” “Presently,” she giggled. “Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt.” “No, it’s cute.” “Glad you think so,” he chuckled. “How’s the job search going?” she asked. “Not great unfortunately. My uncle’s an executive at the William Morris Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he’s against nepotism. It’s possible I’ll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but I’m making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience.” “From what?” she asked. “I used to be a waiter at Max’s Kansas City.” “No shit!” “No shit.” “Why not stay there?” “I needed a change,” he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm. Jenny sensing Joe’s discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line of inquiry. “What’s the William Morris Agency?” she asked instead. “It’s one of the largest talent agencies in America,” he told her. “Cool.” “Yeah. It’s had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the last a brand new print and sitting close.” “Is that cool?” she asked. “Pretty cool,” he chuckled. When they left the automat, he told her, “Let’s get you some anti-bacteria for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby.” “You don’t have anything at home?” she asked, surprising him. “Um…you sure?” “I’m sure,” she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again. “I can get something on the way,” he decided. “Great!” Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. “Need any of these?” she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms. His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. “Holy shit,” he thought. Both were blushing while he made the purchase. They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and, pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he knew the probable culprit, since he’d seen the junkie just off St. Marks selling his records, a regular at Max’s. “Sorry for the mess,” he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob. “No problem,” she responded. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” “Jenny?” “Mind if I take a shower?” she sniffled. “Not at all. Just a second.” He knelt in front of a small cabinet and grabbed a towel for her. “The red door on the right,” he told her. For some reason they’d painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door, the rest of the apartment with white walls. He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go to the nearest laundromat a block or so away. She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a woman. “Like what you see?” she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some definition. “Wow,” he said. “You’re definitely in shape.” “Dreams of being a prima ballerina,” she sniffled. He sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.” “You have way too many clothes on,” she sniffled and giggled. “Come here, Jenny,” he said more forcefully. She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her. “Tell me,” he said. “You don’t want to fuck me?” “Of course I do. Tell me.” She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. “Tell me,” he repeated. “I…had to,” she choked out. “Had to?” “Your shirt,” she murmured, pulling her head away. “It’s okay,” he insisted, gently pulling her head back. “I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers,” she managed to say. “I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I’m not good enough.” “Best to know I guess,” Joe tried. “It’s not that. Oh, okay that kind of sucked, but mostly I wanted to get away.” “From?” “Everything!” “Including?” “My mother’s cruel disappointment. She’d been a ballerina until she had me. My boyfriend turning out to be gay. Another boy practically raping me instead making sure I was ready. My father…” “Did he…?” “No, but he was working up to it. Probably looked at me like I was my mom when I was her age or younger I guess. He’d be affectionate, too affectionate as it turned out. He touched me where he shouldn’t, not directly but close, you know. I guess I didn’t believe it, but it turned out he was actually being shy, and eventually brought my hand to his crotch which got me off him immediately. The last straw…I woke up with him in my bed. I screamed and punched like in his diaphragm which took his wind. Maybe I should have punched lower, but I wanted to be nowhere near that, and when I raced out the room, my mother plods over and my dad says some bullshit about me seducing him, and since it was all about jealousy, him being more affectionate to me, and disappointment, she fucking believed him. “I’m of course freaking out, everything…and then this…but I managed to take some breaths, calming down, and told my mom if she wanted rid of me I needed money. They only had a couple hundred around but my mom takes me to her bank, gets me another five hundred, drives me to the bus station, buys me a ticket to New York, my demand, with her credit card. She actually offered one to me, but I told her she’d probably close it and have me arrested or something, and the bitch shrugged. And I’m like, ‘You’re a fucking cunt.’ And she’s saying I’m a useless slut.” “Sorry,” Joe apologized. “I’m the sorry one,” Jenny actually chuckled. “But…it doesn’t sound like sex…” Jenny shifted around so that she faced him, straddling his lap. “I got hit on by fucking pimps, Joe, as soon as I got off the fucking bus at Penn station. I’m not as naïve as I look.” “But you don’t know me.” “Like you’re a psycho? You don’t seem the type and in a way I don’t fucking care. A rapist probably wouldn’t have brought me home. The hotel I stayed at this creepy guy kept staring at me in the lobby and ended up following me to my fucking floor, so I like got out quick out of there, practically running. And I didn’t even dare shower there since the shower room was fucking shared and fucking groady. I was actually headed to Grand Central when we collided, thinking I’d try taking a train down to twenty-third, staying at the Chelsea or something, just to do something cool while I was here and still alive. So Joe, I guess you’re the best choice I’ve had so far.” She kissed him, pulling off the jacket he still wore and unbuttoning his shirt. He broke the kiss when he tossed aside the tie, then lifted her and set her on her back on the bed. He finished the unbuttoning and tossed aside his shirt. “Nice,” she smiled, stroking his chest. Joe didn’t work out, but being young, just twenty-one, and working hard at his job as a waiter, kept him slim and slimly muscled. He kept his pants on when he made love to her lying beside her on his side. Kisses continued for a while, both enjoying it especially when tongues were involved, her breath tasting of toothpaste and his presumably not offensive, while his hand began exploring the rest of her. The hand took the weight of her breasts, teasingly moving on before a direct attack on her small nipples to linger on her taut belly and moving teasing across her pudendum, through her soft patch of blond hair, before feeling the smoothness of her thighs and the firmness of muscles, and then under her, lifting her slightly by her firm ass, followed by sliding along her back, across her shoulder and returning to her breasts, fingers moving in on her nipples, caressing and tugging gently at each one, making her gasp into his mouth. Only then did he end the kiss, bringing his mouth to the exploration, finding thrills for her at her ear and neck before moving to her breasts and nipples. Once each one had been appreciated for a while, the second sending his hand down slowly, eventually fingers discovering the dampness of her labia, rimming the edges, his mouth followed the same trail as his hand, and when it reached where she wanted it, he shifted his body between her widened legs and his tongue lapped across her clit, the first touch of it, and she lifted her middle and moaned. Both fingers and mouth remained there, working her gradually to her first climax via a man, especially intense when he stroked her g spot, his other hand tugging at her nipples, measuring the squeeze and building on it since she seemed to handle ever more pressure there. “Joe,” she murmured once she recovered, and smiled when he got up and got naked for her. “Oh my,” she commented at his length, on the thicker side, and definitely longer than the two she’d seen by at least a couple inches. “I’ll be gentle,” he promised, opening a condom and rolling it on and moving between her thighs. He brought her hand to his cock to guide him, and she brought it where she wanted it and he slowly pushed in. “Oh fuck!” she moaned. “Too much?” he asked reluctantly. “Don’t you fucking stop!” she declared. He pushed into one of the tightest sheathes he’d ever felt and realized he wouldn’t last and told her. “Just fuck me,” she insisted, her legs wrapping his thighs as emphasis. Going slow probably helped delay the inevitable, seeming to open her up with each deeper stroke. In the end, he nudged at her cervix, thankfully with his cock completely inside her. He’d known girls her size, even taller, where he had to be careful about the impact there, usually no more than an inch to spare, but enough to cause pain. Not this time. Touching it made her growl, but in a good way. He decided to exploit that, grinding into her, pubic bone against pubic bone which affected her clit too, and just pulling out a couple inches before thrusting in. She seemed fine with that, even enjoying it, so he kept it up while his hands drew in to work fingers and thumbs on her nipples. She began meeting his thrusts with lifts, and her hands grabbed his ass cheeks, and she began pulling on his flesh there, wanting longer strokes it seemed, but he waited until she grabbed hard, closing on being painful, her nails thankfully short, he’d learn later she tended to nibble on them when nervous, and he’d actually seen a little of that in the automat, and she pressed against him one more time before announcing her climax with, “Oh my fucking God!” rather loudly at a high growl. And when she loosened her grip, only then did he abandon himself to fully fucking her, long, ever faster strokes for only seconds before he pressed deep, pushing against her cervix, and cumming. “Joe,” she murmured, her hands pushing his chest. “Sorry,” he responded, hugging her to him and turning them over. He’d reached the last of his ejaculations, every one intense, and reached down to hold the condom to his penis while shifting her higher with his legs. “Mmm,” she responded when it slid out. She shivered a little too as if feeling a last echo of her orgasm. “It’ll be better next time,” he promised. She chuckled weakly. “What?” he asked. She shifted forward. Since both of their bodies had fairly equal proportions of legs to torsos, she had to scoot up a bit, her legs straddling his abdomen, her damp pussy pressing into it, for her to look eye to eye with him. Her hands pressed his shoulders to put her face above his. “That was several magnitudes better than the last and only fuck I’ve had,” she explained. “I thought it was making love,” he argued. “Don’t be pedantic, Joe,” she smirked, surprising him. “Pedantic?” “You know what I mean.” “Of course, but…” “I’m smarter than I look.” “I don’t believe in the dumb blonde myth.” “I’ve met several, and not all blondes.” “School?” “And fellow dancers, although most were dedicated enough to be smart too I suppose. Learning to put the time in to do the best you can both in dancing and studying.” “Makes sense. So school…?” “I would have graduated this spring if I hadn’t had to run away.” “GED?” he asked. “Probably. I don’t imagine going to school for one quarter. You?” “School?” “Yeah.” “I went to Bard in upstate New York for a couple years, but quit because it was ridiculous having parents spend that much money for me to study to be a poet.” “You’re a poet?” “Not much recently. I thought New York would be inspiring, but mostly it’s been distracting. I’m also interested in filmmaking, like the experimental kind, so no more lucrative. I still have a Bolex sixteen millimeter camera which fortunately the thieves never found.” “Thieves?” “The problem with living amongst junkies. Let me show you something.” He lifted his left arm and she caressed a line of marks near his inner elbow area. “Are those…?” “Tracks. Only one is fairly fresh. It’s why I quit Max’s: too much temptation. Living here too, but right now I can’t afford to move. A friend of mine OD’d and died, and another almost did and I ended up keeping him alive. It was the last straw, and I realized that’d be me, or it’d just be a spiral of inertia, all about the next fix and nothing else, so I quit. Luckily I wasn’t too strung out and basically hung with my folks for a week when my dad had his sabbatical in DC this past winter. I drank a bit there, but my parents seemed none the wiser. Anyway, when I came back to work planning to keep my tips instead of spending them all, I did okay until I didn’t one day, succumbing to temptation, and quit after that.” “When was that?” “A week ago. I’ve been job hunting ever since.” “Lucky for me,” she grinned and shifted around, pulling off the used condom and handing it to him carefully and he managed to toss it atop his underpants while she enveloped his penis in her mouth. He worried about her lack of experience, mostly worried about her teeth, but she proved quite capable. He nudged her to straddle his face and had to bend his back a little, supported by his arms so fingers weren’t available, and mostly kept her pleasure at a quiet purr, not distracting her from her surprisingly effective endeavors. Once she’d got him hard, she bounced off the bed, found a condom and rolled it on with some study and climbed on and guided him back inside her, carefully, stroke by stroke, sending him deep. Once there, she began her ride, this time having the full effect of his entire cock, to the point she needed to bring it back to her slit when it slipped out a couple times, but seemed to get the length of him soon enough and began riding him at a medium fast clip. He watched the roll and bounce of her perky tits before stilling them with his hands, one letting go to guide her hand to her clit. From that she worked herself into a frenzy, finally shifting down and rolling atop him to achieve her orgasm. Fortunately it always took longer for Joe to cum when a woman took the cowgirl position. After, she somehow turned around while he remained inside and moved her body down, and he realized what she wanted, moving from beneath her, clutching her hips, and pulling her into him in a doggy style position. He shifted, letting go of the hips and bringing one hand to her hanging tits and the other to her clit, practically holding her up with the latter hand, and like he had before, let himself go fucking her hard and fast until he came, happily not long after she did. “Fuck Joe,” she commented softly after. “Yeah,” Joe agreed. She did the securing of the condom to his penis and they soon took the same position as they had before, her head resting on his chest. “Can I stay?” she asked quietly and shyly. “As long as you want.” “Thanks.” by maxicue for Literotica. This is the first chapter of a novel. The rest of the published chapters are found at the maxicue library of Literotica.Fate’s Embrace: 6 Part Series