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Helplessly she screamed over and over again. He raised up and watched her moving under him. Her fingers curled against his chest, nails biting into his skin. With a shudder he began to fill her body as he pressed deeper and deeper between her quivering thighs. Julie lay limply under the mysterious man, panting as she looked up, searching the shadows for his face.
He whispered close to her lips, "I will come back for you, lover. You belong to me now."
Julie didn't try to stop him as he covered her trembling body with the sheet. She didn't speak as he bent to gather his clothes. She didn't scream, or dial the phone as the French doors closed behind him. She merely touched the kiss bruised lips, and then stroked her fingertip over the tender nipple still tingling from his touch. Julie turned over onto her side, and drifted off to sleep wearing a satiated smile.
The End.
My Black Nylon Clad Feet Slid
The movie was ok but I wasn't enthralled. I took a sip of my vodka coke and watched your face with a sideways glance. I took another sip, enjoying the tinkle of ice cubes and the bittersweet flavour that filled my mouth. You were looking mighty fine, tucked into the corner of the sofa, your feet up and the blue grey light of the flickering television playing across your face.
I turned sideways on the sofa and slid my black nylon-clad feet towards you. Without even looking you reached down, grabbed my feet and settled them comfortably in your lap. You were still watching the movie. One hand rested on my shin.
Another sip of vodka coke... I watched the screen for a bit, something about a convenient store and a guy with a sandwich board sign... You were far more interesting. I wiggled my left foot farther up your lap until my heel was in a threatening position.
Without looking away from the television you turned sideways on the couch too, your legs stretching out on either side of mine. You scooched down a bit, took me by the ankles and positioned me more comfortably against your crotch. You gave my right foot a squeeze then sat back with one elbow on the back of the sofa, the other on the armrest. I found it incredulous that you were really all that into this movie, but you continued to watch.
I pressed into your crotch with my toes. There you were, not fully erect but I could tell I had your attention even if you were pretending that I didn't. I started to alternate pressure with my toes, kneading you like a kitten. There was a flicker at the corner of your mouth. I could feel your cock growing behind material of your pants. It lay pinned sideways lengthening towards your left hip. I ran the ball of my right foot along the shaft and pushed down when I came to the head. My left foot applied pressures to your balls. You reached down and stroked my ankle.
Still watching the television, you fumbled with your fly, reached into your underwear to pulled out your cock and stroked it a couple times knowing my eyes were upon it. You lifted your shirt, laying your cock straight up your tummy and gave it a little pat before returning your elbow to the back of the couch.
I reached for it with my left foot. I could almost hide the length behind my foot. I pressed then started to slide my foot up and down. The silky nylons slid. It felt really nice under foot. I switched feet. When I got to the top with my right foot I wrapped my toes over the head and squeezed a bit. I felt a wetness seep into the nylon and smiled.
I placed both my feet on either side of your cock and wiggled my toes under it. It was standing straight up between my arches. It looked good, light and rigid in contrast to my dark feet. I settled my heels into your thighs so that I could rock my feet up and down. Sometimes I would alternate, sometimes together. When I rocked my feet down they would mash against your balls.
My feet were slowly, softly stoking you. I could tell the pressure was building within: your hips betrayed your indifferent facade. I took another sip of vodka and set the glass down. The clink of ice was just the distraction I needed to break the spell - I managed to pull my eyes away from my pedal activities to watch your face again.
I tipped my head down to watch your expression. Your eyes had become slits. Your lips were pressed together in concentration. The muscles in your cheeks jumped occasionally. While your mouth remained firm, your laugh lines were deepening. Your nostrils flared. You could feel my stare and turned away from the TV, your face now half in shadow. You smiled, looking like a sexy villain.
You grabbed both my feet, tipping them away from your erection and gave them a crushing squeeze, digging your thumbs into my arches and hitting a nerve. It felt deliriously good. There was an uncontrollable reflex jumping in my knees and I laughed. You raised each foot to your mouth and kissed the balls of my feet in turn. Then threw them to either side of your legs and reached for my hands.
"Get up here, you sexy bitch, and ride me."
Oh, you - always the charmer.
The End.
Boss's Orders
It felt good to be on top of him, my knees resting against the bed, the weight of my body on him, forcing him deep into my back entrance. My ass feels deliciously full as I lift and drop myself onto him. The sensation of floating floods from the back of my eyes as my body looses itself in pleasure. His size feels incredible as I stretch around him, the very presence of him being in me giving a sense of wicked completion.
I speed up; feeling myself begin to ride him harder as my body prepares to take yet another orgasm from him. My hands press down against him, my arms pushing my breasts together as I stroke his length within my ass. My empty vagina shivers as orgasmic bliss rushes into my very being, I scream out in utter joy and excitement as I rub myself against his body, completely lost in the moment.
I collapse forward onto him, his shaft exiting and resting between my cheeks, as I pant deeply, resting my head between his own and his shoulder. He strokes my hair sweetly as I rest, my body gently returning from some higher plain.
Lifting myself I let my breasts dangle in his face, feeling the sensation of his over-grown stubble dance across my skin, allowing him to play with them. I smile as he sucks my un-pierced nipple into his mouth before squeezing my breasts together and pushing his face between them. I feel his cock jump in excitement against my rear cheek. It was time to allow his own orgasm.
I sit back so my feet are against the bed, lifting myself to squat onto him as my hand holds his bulging cock at the base. I look into his eyes as I lower myself onto him, his large head popping into my rear, but his eyes are elsewhere -- staring in amazement as my ass slowly engulfs him. My cheeks rest against him as I completely take him, removing my hand, and letting out a sigh of satisfaction. Lifting myself slowly with my knees I allow him to watch as every inch of him exits and re-enters me. He begins to groan and grunt. I know he can't last long in this position and I love how easily I can make him cum with it.
His body dampens with sweat as I feel him expand inside me. I lift myself so only the head of his cock is inside my anus, his face twisting with frustrated pleasure as I deny the rest of him entry. Moving my ass slowly up and down the tip of his cock I feel him pulse, as he shoots his first spurt of cum into my bowels I lower myself onto him, filling myself with all of him, lost in the sensations of his trembling cock as he fills me with his seed. I smile, and we rest, his still hard penis trapping his cum inside me.
Time passes, a minute, a year, one can never say. The moment of blissful oneness after such pleasures of the flesh have been fulfilled is immeasurable, like a dreamer waking whom has been somewhere else for so long, yet has risen within in same hour that sleep had taken them. His now softening penis glides out of me as I roll off him onto all fours, my used hole still wide from his departure, glistening with his ejaculate.
"Go on then" I smirk, as he rises towards me, pushing the large purple butt-plug into me, trapping part of him inside me for the rest of the day. I smile, as it fills me, my ass shrinking round the neck of the plug, as my cheeks close around it's flared-base. I enjoy taking his cum to work with me. Recently it has become the greatest of my many naughty little pleasures.
I kissed him good-bye an
d got ready for work, throwing on my loose tartan skirt and a black top (casual dress was work policy) being sure not to wear any knickers. Today was going to be another fun day at the office where only I would know my secret.
The day started fine, with the easy task of updating a few records to meet some new policies that had been introduced. I was happily sat at my desk, the plug filling me, as every now and again a very small amount of him bubbled out around it as I moved in my seat. I loved the feeling of having him in me at work; it kept my body buzzing lustfully through out the day. Just as my mind was drifting to naughtier thoughts the phone rang.
"Goey" spoke the stern female voice, "It's Samantha. Can we have a word in my office please?"
An invitation to your bosses' office is never a fun thing, but having had my mind suddenly pulled from my own fantasies set an extra level of nervousness off inside me.
I timidly knock on her office door.
"Come in" she answers, as if uninterested in my arrival. Hot air swamps me as I push the door open; her air conditioning is still broken. As I step in she smiles at me, "Goey please, take a seat. There's no need to worry I just wanted to see how you were getting on with the new system?"
We talk, but it's too hot, and my concentration wavers as the warmth of her room begins to drown me. I regret not wearing any knickers as I feel my own sweat seal me to her leather chair. It was going to make a noise when I got up as my skin unstuck itself -- it was inevitable, and yet -- the panic of the act began swirling around me, this was going to be embarrassing.
"Ok Goey, that's everything I wanted to ask," she concluded, giving me the big 'you can leave now' smile that all bosses seem to know. I decided I'd get up quickly, flee from the inevitable loud noise and hide in my own office. I got up - "Swqueeeech" went my ass as it separated itself from the chair. I bolted to the door fleeing from my embarrassment.
"Goey" came Samantha's stern voice behind me, causing me to freeze in my tracks, "What is that?" A cold flush encases me as I tense my cheeks -- my ass was empty! The butt-plug was not there! Panic fills me as my whole body shivers in terror as I turn around to look down at the chair I had departed from so quickly. And there, sat in the middle, stood my butt-plug. It's cosmic purple hidden by a swirl of white. I look at Samantha, not sure what to do expecting to see shock and horror in her eyes. But no, instead a big smile was spread across her lips.
"Bring it me," she demands, as if a teacher confiscating a child's toy.
I lift it off the chair, breaking it's suction. My mind has left me, hiding in fear from the actions that unfold before me. I place it on her desk. I don't feel like myself, I feel automated.
"Was this in your ass Goey?"
I nod at her.
"Let me see," orders Samantha, almost motherly.
I look at her; she can see the butt-plug, what else does see what to see? Does she-
But before I can finish my chain of thought she speaks "Your ass Goey, let me see your ass. You can bend over on the chair."
I should leave, run, scream no -- anything, but I don't. I am trapped in her authority. I kneel on the chair, my breasts rubbing against the back as I grip it with my hands.
"Go on" she commands, "Stick your bum out."
I push my rear back and as my cheeks part I can feel a strand of cum leak from my still gaping ass, I wince at the thought of her seeing it, knowing she will.
I hear her get up, her heels clanking across the floor as she approaches me. The office had a 'wear what you like' policy but she dressed impressively smart regardless.
She throws my skirt up my back exposing my bare bottom. She reaches down with a hand, and I feel her finger flick against my right cheek as she catches the hanging strand of cum.
She holds it up on her finger, "Boyfriends?" she asks.
I look back at her and nod. As if it was procedure she opens her mouth, puts her finger between her lips, and sucks the cum off.
"Okay," she says while kneeling behind me, "Let's see how much he shot up there."
She parts my cheeks and I blush deep crimson as she stares into my used asshole.
"Not a small chap is he?" she says approvingly, admiring the size of my gape.
I feel the cold metal of her glasses hit my cheeks as she presses her face between them; her wet tongue feels like cold fire as she pushes it deep into my ass. Her enthusiastic groans and tongue-flicks cause my eyes to widen in pleasure.
"Oh Goey, your ass taste so good!" I hear Samantha moan. She eats my ass passionately, I am a slave to her tongue as I feel her jaw widen as she pushes herself in as deep as possible.
"Your man taste really sweet as well, so -- let me taste all of him," she orders.
I look back over my shoulder in confusion, my mind still racing to catch up to what is happening.
"Go on," she barks, "push it out!"
I feel the point of her tongue pressing firmly under my asshole as I tense, squeezing the cum out from my ass. A small glob trickles down, pooling onto her tongue, before she swallows it, lapping it up like a cat.
"Goey you selfish little cow!" she shouts as her right hand crashes down on my butt causing me to yelp with shock, "How dare you give me so little off his cum! Now come on," she demands, while digging her hands firmly into my cheeks and spreading them painfully wide apart, "Push it out, all of it, fart his seed all over my fucking tongue!"
I close my eyes and force myself to empty his cum out of me, trying desperately not to break wind, but I fail. I feel air gush from me and my face glows crimson as my boyfriend's cum flies out of me, splattering all over her face. I pant in horror, ashamed of what I've just done -- as if I have failed her.
"Oh yeeeeeeeees!" she screams out victoriously as my man's cum clings onto her face, most of her view obscured as it covers her glasses. She stands up and removes her skirt hastily, "Well Goey, you sprayed my face so I guess it's only fair I return the favour -- so kneel on the floor like a good girl."
I slide off the chair, kneeling in front of it. I can see her silky smooth lower lips, as she lifts one leg to rest it on the chair behind me. She sinks 2 fingers easily into her soaking wet vagina while looking down at me, and begins to frantically fuck herself. I can hear her wetness squelching as she approaches her own orgasm. She flings her head back as she cums; her pussy throbs as a torrent of female ejaculate floods out of her. I flinch as it drenches my face, running down my neck and between my cleavage.
She walks casually back behind her desk and sits down, "That'll be all Goey" she calmly speaks, as if nothing has happened. Soaked in her wetness I stand, dazed with my own confusion, and slowly walk towards the door.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" she asks, while holding up the butt-plug. She smiles lovingly at me as I reach for it, her face and glasses dripping with the cum from my ass as her vaginal juices dry on my skin.
The End.
Kayla Goes Dancing
Later that night after Kayla had fully recovered from her day with Bobby she was getting ready for bed when the phone rang. Looking over at it she saw it was her husband. She decided to answer it, even though it was the last thing she wanted. He told her that he planned to be back by Sunday. Then he talked about work and how much he missed her. Kayla would have been touched except for the girlish giggle she heard in the background several times. That was when Kayla told him she was going out with some girlfriends tomorrow night, so she wouldn't be home. After she got off the phone with him she started thinking about what she would do tomorrow.
Kayla considered calling Bobby to come over, but she didn't want him to get the wrong idea. He was a sweet kid, but nothing could come out of their relationship. Kayla looked at herself as his teacher. She had feelings for him, but not the fall in love feelings that came so quickly to 18 year olds. As much as Kayla liked the looks she got from the guys at the gym she didn't want to get a reputation there, so that was out. Finally she decided that she would go dancing at one of the clubs in town where all the college kids go.
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br /> Kayla had another night filled with very vivid dreams of her with so many different people. There were the two college studs. The young cheerleader. Then there was Bobby and his aunt. When she woke up her hand was buried between her legs and she saw no need to stop because she was awake. Kayla just rolled over and kept rubbing her clit with her thumb and reached down with her left hand and slid first one, and then two fingers into her juicy pussy. Kayla kept fingering herself wondering why she was so damn horny. When her hips came off the bed and her entire body tensed up she didn't care. She just knew that she was tingling all over again as her first orgasm of the day washed over her.
When she finally crawled out of bed Kayla took one look in the mirror and decided it was time for a day at the salon. She got an appointment for a cut and to have her nails done. After showering she headed for the closet and looked through it for something to wear this morning, but also tonight. She couldn't find the perfect dress for tonight so she would go shopping after her salon visit. Now for this morning. She reached for the white sundress she wore when she met Bobby, but she wanted that to be Bobby's. She finally settled on a more subdued shirt dress, but once again she decided to go braless, but she added a pair of bright red panties underneath the dress.
After getting her hair and nails done she headed to the mall to find her a dress for tonight. The first place she stopped she found the perfect black lace dress. It hugged her body and was cut to show plenty of cleavage. Then she went off to find something to wear under it. She left the lingerie shop with a large bag, but she was thinking braless was the way to go tonight. Once in the car she started driving home when she noticed an adult bookstore. She slowed as she drove past it and the parking lot looked pretty empty so she circled back around and pulled in.