0 comments/ 24826 views/ 0 favorites Story 2 By: kittenwhip I step out of the shower, only to realize that I forgot to set out a towel for myself. Every now and then, my idiosyncrasies escape me. I walk over to the linen closet, soaking wet in the freezing air, my nipples fully erect, and search in vain for a towel. I sigh to myself, and walk with little caution to my bedroom. No one is home right now. I enter my room, and rummage through the piles and piles of clothing on the chest at the end of my bed. I stop for a moment, and glance at the clock. 7:28 AM. I still have time to spare. As I go to return to my rummaging, my sight passes the window to catch the eyes of a man in the window parallel to mine. I freeze for what seems like forever. My gaze never leaves his. I thought briefly about closing the blinds, but what good would it do, now. He's already seen damn near everything. He must be new in town. This is a small town, where everyone knows everyone. He's not an unattractive man, from what I can see thus far. And he doesn't seem to be impartial to the looks of me either. I forget for a second, that I am standing completely nude in front of my bedroom window for this man to see. He licks his lips deviously at me. I find myself getting extremely wet. I run my index finger lightly over the curve of my side, making my nipples even harder than they were. I move my single finger down my outer thigh, and to my knee, where I trace a circle, and make my way back up my inner thigh. I stop at my bikini line, and tug softly at my hair and twirl it around that finger. What am I doing? I don't even know anything about this man, aside from his obvious turn-ons. I never thought myself to be the type to actually go through with something like this. And here I am, frigging furiously at my cunt with two fingers now, and grabbing greedily at my tits with my other hand. I look over toward the man, and he is absolutely loving this. He has his cock in hand, and is jerking at about the same pace as I am. This gets me so hot. I moan loudly and let out a slight scream. I never realized I could get so excited without actually being touched by another person. This is no job for my fingers anymore. I hold up one finger to the man, and step away for just a second to grab my vibrator. I turn that bitch up full blast and cram it in. Now I really let out a scream. Oh, he likes this. What a naughty man. Watching a teenage girl fuck herself. And loving every minute. Naughty, naughty man. I tilt my head back and moan even louder. I wonder if he can hear me. I hope so. Now, I'm wetter than I thought I could get, and I put the fingers of one hand into my mouth. I bite eagerly at them, and do suggestive things to them. He catches on quickly. I move that hand up to my hair, and pull on it. I drag my fingernails down the back of my neck, and around to the front of me. I scrape down between my tits and across my navel ring. All the while, pounding into myself with this 7" humming rod. I want to have his dick in my mouth right now. I want to push it deep down my throat. I know he wants it too. I see his head move back and his other hand massaging his balls. Oh, it's coming. I can tell by the way he's looking at me, that he's gonna come all over the fucking window. I'm so close to coming, myself, that I know seeing him do that would just send me right over the edge. I ride the plastic cock, wishing it were him, and rub my clit with my spare hand. I know it's getting to be too much for him. He's steadying himself against the window pane. He opens his mouth wide and shuts it onto his bottom lip, and bites down hard. He comes all over the window. I wanna go over there an lick it all off. Seeing what I have made him do gets me off so much. I come for a long time, and ejaculate all over my dildo. I dip my finger into my sopping cunt, and bring the juices to my mouth. I want him to taste this. I want to taste him. I became so deeply engrossed in drinking my own come, that I didn't realize that he had left and shut the blinds to his window. This left just me, standing at my window, blinds open, and my body still soaking from the shower, among other things. I take a moment to catch my breath and recreate the event in my head. I shake out of my memory and look back up at the clock. 7:36 AM. I still have some time to waste. I throw myself onto my bed and welcome the vibrator back into my still moist cunt. A good morning, indeed. Story Closure by Comment Hi Wako's I was going to just post a comment about the story "John Carter". After typing for a while I found myself getting carried away with my comment. I then decided to post it as a humor-satire story. I asked for H2Owader's permission. This is the email I sent to H2O; Dear H20wader ©, I love your screen name. If I used WaterWader, would that be an infringement?...ok here is a rambling comment of the story, "John Carter" by H20wader ©. I want to know if you would have any objection to me submitting this as a posting in the humor/satire category. This is the email H2Owader sent back; -------------------------------------------------- From: H2Owader(actual e-mail address removed) Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 20:12:07 EST Subject: GO 4 IT To: -------------------------------------------------- if you include this email you can post the humor and satire comment with my blessing. it does not harm the story and it is damn fun. matter of fact I Double Dog Dare you if you wish to create a water wader go ahead. H20wader. 12-16-05 ------------------------------------------------------------- This will not make much sense unless you read "John Carter" before or after reading this thing. This is written much the same way I might write a comment on a story. Now, here it is. "The ravings of a lunatic." This is the ravings of a certified lunatic commenter. Someone commented that we readers should seek professional counseling after reading "John Carter" by H20wader ©. I read it and by coincidence had an appointment with my therapist later in the day. She backed into the corner of her office and just stared at me with an "oh shit, I'm going to die" look while I described the story and what I thought about it. I agree that this is your story and you have every right to write the way you want to,,,,but it sure would be kinder to give the poor abused and tortured reader some closure. Some of this comment might do that but most likely, it won't. I think a great way to close this story is to somehow make Sindi out to be a great international secret agent hero that was sexing up a bunch of bad guy agents so she could make the world a safer place. Bill, the investigator was a bad guy that was going to give John DNA tests that showed that his 2 kids were both the results of a cum-cock-tion deposited by multiple penetration couplings by large groups of well hung, multi race men. This information was supposed to send John more over the edge if that was possible. Bill the PI was taken out by the good guys that the FLCSoaB worked for. Bill the PI was driving down the road when a sexy good guy girl jumped out of the bushes naked. Bill immediately whipped it out to start wanking but got it caught in the steering wheel. As he was negotiating a turn when this happened, Bill the PI's car continued turning and went off the road, then climbed a ten thousand foot mountain and came to rest on the peak. When Bill the PI was later found, it was determined that he died of de-hydration caused from too much ejaculation from way too much chicken choking. The Indian soldier was one of the bad guys that the FLCSoaB was screwing. The Indian soldier fell in love with the FLCSoaB but the FLCSoaB would not returned his love. The Indian soldier went to war with John and shot John's balls and little cock off thinking that this would give him a better chance with the FLCSoaB. The FLCSoaB was upset by this because she really loved John and his little cock.The FLCSoaB shot the Indian soldier's big cock and balls off in a fit of anguish. Because the FLCSoaB was such a good shot, the Indian soldiers genitals were removed as if done by a surgical procedure. The secret agency thought to keep the Indian soldiers tools for future use. Because of the FLCSoaB's marksmanship, the Indian soldier did not die although I bet he wished he had. The Bosson family murdered the Indian Soldier because he didn't have the balls to do his job anymore and because they couldn't stand to hear his high squeaky voice. That got The Bosson family busted but they were let go on a technicality(Their Uncle was a Senator). It is rumored that the Indian soldiers last words were, "THANK YOU". Carla was a secret agent for the good guys and was trying to placate John so that the FLCSoaB could finish her work. As it was. the pictures that she left in Bill the PI's mailbox accomplished her objectives. John's kids were not really his kids but were actually secret double agent midgets that in time could go either way. The RB was the special agent in charge of...of...of...shit, where is that "special agent in charge" job description. Anyway, the RB gave Sindi the secret agent job when Sindi threaten to show the world explicit pictures of Sindi and the RB together doing naughties. John got his equipment fixed up and sported a nice big fat long cock and a serious ball bag that looked, worked, and felt just like the real thing. This took some getting used to for John. When John went to the john, his new balls were so big and heavy, they would sink into the water(brrr). The secret agency's secret plumber fixed him up with one of those $20000000, high rise toilets. Shortly after John's salami was replaced, he found himself wanting something called fire water rather his normal daily barrel of scotch. He was also found doing some exotic dance in the rain. This was just attributed to his high fire water consumption. Sindi Had a brand new procedure done to her Grand Canyon pussy to tighten it up for Johns little cock. John and Sindi finally got together again but Johns new large cock wouldn't fit into Sindi's tiny new pussy. John accused Sindi of tightening up her pussy just to give him a hard time. In a rage(again), John tried to shoot off his new cock and balls with a salad shooter and a nail gun. They locked him up this time and threw away the key. The medical staff never ate salad again. Sindi was thrown out of the house by the midget kids when she legally changed her name to FLCSoaB. Sindi ...er......FLCSoaB started drinking heavy and now is attending AA meetings. Someone said that a guy named Willie was her sponsor. The TGDJP was really a patient in a doctor disguise. He was committed for constantly disturbing the peace with his loud shouting. The double agent midget kids sued the good guys and the bad guys for something or other. They won and were awarded $1000000000000000 from each party. They are currently working on their auto-biography. I heard the title is, Stretch Thyself". Maria was a midget groupie. Doctor Johnson went on to work for the secret agency developing a new eye blinking secret communications system. Her answers to John's questions were, yes on the virgin question, definitely yes on the 3 inch cock question. When asked why she would go for a 3 inch cock, she said to see the answer to the "are you a virgin" question. Willie was chosen as AA poster boy of the decade. Mary Sue didn't give a shit about the work. She heard that John was getting newer and bigger love tools. Rumor has it that she had convinced Sindi to get the pussy tuck. All other characters in this story were just innocent, trusting, every day taxpayers that were funding all this bullshit except of course, the enemy soldiers that were funding bullshit somewhere else. Great story H2O. A good write! -------------------------------------------------- Anyone want my shrinks phone number? -------------------------------------------------- I hope I made you smile, z00time PS if any one uses this posting in any manner what so ever, report it to me so that I can brag to my friends. Story-cock Jamail started reading the story to her, to her pussy to be more exact, his breath warming her pussy lips with each word. Unfortunately, two pages in, he realized the story was much too long. Still resting his head on her pale thigh, he rolled the story into a tight cylinder and worked a condom down the length of it. He always thought his stories might land him between her legs, just never imagined he'd use an actual story there. Oddly he could still see the words through the latex, smudged words, the ink bleeding in the greasy lubricant. "I never could get it right rolling these things on," he said. "What, what was that," she replied, waking up for a moment. "It's a nice story," she continued, looking down at him before flopping her head back onto the pillow. He watched as the word 'fuck' blurred into an odd blackness. Hearing her breathing deepen as she slipped back to sleep he grabbed a tube and poured the slippery liquid onto his story-cock. Gazing at her sensuous folds he couldn't know what she began to dream:   The man's large, black hands held her breasts, squeezing her, his palms pressing her nipples as they pressed out to him. She opened her eyes seeing the deep impressions his fingers made in her soft, white flesh. Her breasts ached from his rough hands and she wondered if it was a mistake to lure him into her bedroom. Hands moved down from her breasts to her thighs, forcefully opening her legs. She had her answer as she reached down to guide him. Feeling his enormity she glancing down she gasped. His cock didn't curve like the men she'd seen, no, it stood straight out, so thick her fingers could barely wrap around it. She reached one hand to her pussy to open it while her other hand led his throbbing cock to her. She wondered if he... pain shot though her as she felt him shove into her. He quickly withdrew and pressed again as she stifled a scream, biting her lip and moaning instead. Suddenly filled with him she felt tears running down her cheeks. Mercifully he paused, giving her time to catch her breath. After a few moments she felt him withdraw and this time the inevitable thrust slid easier as the searing pain eased to a dull burn. His next thrust was easier and she soon found herself lifting her hips to meet him. Closing her eyes she yielded to the sensation, wrapping her legs around his hips as he filled her like no man had ever done. Her fingers clasped his arms as pleasure began to build. Suddenly she heard him speak for the first time. "Oh yeah." It was guttural, urgent and she knew he was nearly finished. All too quickly she felt him shove hard leaning all his weight onto to her as his cock pressed to depths she'd never felt before. He then collapsed upon her, his cock twitching as the cum spurted from him. He fell off her, his soft, yet still massive cock lay glistening across his thigh. She remained still, aching from him, yet aching for him.   "Jamail, what are you doing?" he heard her ask, apparently awake now. "Sorry, I was just..." "What is that?"she asked, looking at his story-cock. "Oh I was just messing around. I'm..." "Go ahead, put it in," she said. Jamail squirted more lube onto the story-cock and then began moving it into her, watching her pale white and pink pussy lips stretch open. Trying to be as gentle as possible he eased the cock in and out. "Come on... faster now... and deeper," she moaned. He moved faster, following her every instruction. Feeling his own cock harden, he straddled her leg and ground himself against her as he worked the huge story-cock in and out of her, fucking her like she could only dream about. After a minute or so Jamail watched her lift her ass up off the bed, taking in nearly the full length of the story-cock before collapsing as she came. He then watched as she reached between her legs and slowly eased the huge cock out of her. Quickly moving up between her legs, he brushed his cock over her pussy. Her pale white fingers stood out against the dark skin of his cock as she guided him to her wet opening. She sighed softly as he pressed himself to the hilt. The sigh sounded disappointed. Story For A Friend Part One: Visual You've waited an eternity or this moment; anticipating the term of events to follow. Walking to the door, your faded jeans resting comfortably against your sides. You wear no shirt, your strong chest bare, perspiration forming in the crevices of your muscles, dripping down your belly. Your palms are sweaty, your heart pounds in your chest feeling at the point of explosion. You nervously lick your dry lips, your wet tongue slides across them, glistening them with saliva. Your hand grasps the doorknob as the door creaks open. Sunlight pours into the room, cascading over the dark carpet and illuminating the inside of your house. Your eyes widen into disbelief, but you stay calm, trying to relax. My figure stands before you; petite, toned, and tanned, resting casually in the doorway. Your blue crystal eyes scan the length of my body. You stare into my light brown eyes as they twinkle with desire. Moving to my small lips as they curve into a wide smile. My auburn curls flow down my shoulders, hints of black shade my face. I stand still, watching your gaze eagerly. You take in my breasts, covered minimally by the thin white cotton of my tee. My nipples aching, poking through the thin fabric. I devilishly note to myself that I'm not wearing my bra or panties. You'll find out soon enough. Part Two: Contact You hunger to touch me; to feel my soft skin against your fingertips; to taste the sweetness of my skin. You pause, then in an instant you run your hands along my waist, pausing at the small strip of exposed stomach. Your fingers curve over the waist of my jeans, grabbing it and pulling me towards you. You feel my toned body press against your hard body. My nipples tickle your bare chest and you think about your next move. You decide to be aggressive, grinding your hard cock into my pussy. I return the favor, running my small hands over your sides, bringing them around to your front to take the button of your jeans between my fingertips. Your heat radiates off your body, making me extremely impatient. I notice that we are still standing in your doorway. Only a couple cars have passed by but I show my look of concern as I stare into your eyes. "Get in here." You command quietly; your voice oddly deeper than usual as you pull me by my waist into your house. You slam the door shut then turn to me. Your strong hands cascade over my shoulders, grazing my erect nipples. I moan lightly. 'She likes that' you think to yourself as you gently graze them again paying extra close attention to my reaction. You pinch them, pulling at them. I arch my back and unzip your jeans allowing your hard cock to spring free. Your cock throbs as you feel the tension building within you. You want to fuck me now, with all the strength you possess. You want to make me cum as hard as I can to near explosion. You're angered by the way I've teased you for so long, leaving you hard, forcing you to stroke yourself to relieve the build up. You want to fuck me for not coming over sooner. Not its your turn to tease me, to punish me, to make me want, to NEED your cock within me. Part Three: Dominate You release my nipples from your fingertips, leaving me aching. My hands continue to run over the length of your rigid cock, which stands highly at attention through your jeans and white boxers. You hear a curse word float off your lips as you try to regain composure. You grasp my hands, pushing them to my sides. I press my breasts against you, but you step back. 'He's playing' I think to myself. You want me to beg, you want me to suck your cock, to make up for all those times I left you aching. You grab my hand, leading me into your small bedroom. A plain four post bed sits in the center of the room. The soft sheets comfort my aching body as you lay me down onto the cotton sheets. Turning to your closet, your hand travels through the soft cotton dress shirts and hung jeans, before finding one or your old school ties. Running your thick fingers over the silky smooth length. 'Perfect… this will work just fine' you think. Turning around to face me, your mouth immediately goes dry. I lay nude before you, lying lazily on my side, my toned thighs sit open exposing my wet pussy. Juices glisten on my lips. You wet your lips, tracing the outline of my stomach muscles, my belly button and the meta ring which clings onto the tiny hole. My eyes watch yours; I'm waiting for you to come to me, urging you to come to me. "Come one, I know you want this….." I tweak my nipples with my fingertips, "and this…." I run my fingers down to my pussy, brushing my clit ever so lightly. 'FUCK!' you think nervously. I'm getting in control and you can't help but stray towards me. You gain your composure quickly, turning your face to a cold stare. Walking over to me, you grab my hand, urging me to stand up in front of you. I stare at you intently, but you won't look into my eyes.. Maybe for fear that you might not be held responsible for your actions? You turn me around by my sides, grabbing my wrists tightly. I feel the soft silk wrap around my right wrist, gliding to my left behind my back. Your strong hands enclosing over them as you tie the soft fabric around them. The feeling is erotic and I feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs. Part Four: Teasing After restraining me, you smile. Touching my shoulders leaning forward to kiss my sweet lips. But I don't let you, I slowly crouch in front of your open jeans, letting my knees land on the soft carpet. I try to break my hands free to pull your pants down, but you know I can't. It amuses you immensely; me begging for you to take your cock out. You slowly tug at the waist band of your jeans and boxers, tugging them down gently, then pausing to watch as my face shows impatience and wanting. Slowly you tease me again, pulling your pants down an inch or two further, exposing the light brown pubic hair as it pokes out. Finally your hard cock emerges from beneath the denim, its shaft stiff and the tip oozing precum. My mouth waters as you let your jeans fall to the ground. Your large heavy balls sit tightly below your cock and I find myself wanting to taste both; all of you. You cop a smile whispering "You want this?" grabbing your thick cock with your hand and waving it inches from my face. The red mushroom cap drips slick precum, extending my wet tongue and flicking it across the head to lick it off. You quiver and curse. You stop at my mouth, rubbing the tip of your dick over my parted lips, lubricating them. I open my mouth, letting my lips run over your head, tasting the saltiness of your flesh. You hold cock in hand, letting it race in my mouth. You feel the warmth and wetness of my mouth as I suck you in deep. "Oh yeah" you grunt as you shove that thick cock deep down my throat. Defenseless, all I can do is suck. I try to work my tongue down the back of your shaft. You fill my mouth to where I can almost not breath. I bob my head up and down, your shaft disappearing in and out between my thin lips, glistening with saliva. You watch as your cock squeezes in and out of my hot mouth. I tighten my lips around you when you put those hands on the back of my head, increasing your thrusts to my face. "Fuck yeah." You grunt as you watch my head bobbing rapidly back and forth, opening my mouth and letting my tongue rub up and down smoothly over your steel rod. You feel yourself tensing as your cum rushes up your shaft, exploding onto my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I close over your cock again, letting you cum down my throat. I try to swallow as much as I can of your salty white cum. You let your still very hard prick rest in my mouth as I suck energetically, licking and sucking. I let out a soft moan as I swallow the last drops of your seed. Part Five: Reciprocate You open your eyes, savoring the feel of my warm smooth mouth covering over you. You allow me to get up off my cramped knees to stand before you. Your hands run over my erect nipples, pinching them gently. You wedge you hand inside my thighs, touching over my wet slick skin up to my pussy where my juices drip. "You're so wet!" you exclaim eagerly, then pushing me back onto the bed, my head plopping against the soft pillows, my legs lying over the edge. 'Its my turn to kneel.' You think. Getting onto your knees; your fingers grabbing around each inner thigh parting them. The cold air rushing towards my burning crotch. You study the folds of my pink pussy lips; how softly they lie either side of my small dark pink bud. My pink hole; wetness oozing out from between the folds, dripping down my slit along the trail to my ass. You pull your face towards my wet pussy lips, lightly tracing your tongue over my right lip, down the wet trail of my slit, probing gently at my opening before licking up my left lip. The tip of your tongue teases my clit, trickling over it before you close your lips around it, suckling it and flicking it eagerly with your long tongue. My thighs lay either side of your furry cheeks and my feet play on your strong back while I moan in ecstasy. You decide to tease me further. Your pointer playing over the bottom of my entrance. Rubbing gently, slowly probing my wet pussy while your tongue dances fiercely on my love button. You feel my pussy entrance tighten and convulse as I start towards orgasm. You shove a finger deep within me, massaging along my inner walls and pulsing within me. I scream in orgasm as you thrust two fingers in and out of my pussy. My walls tighten around your fingers as you feel my cum rushing over them. I squeeze my thighs around your head almost cutting off your breathing. I arch my back and scream while you lap up my cum. Your tongue races all over my entrance sucking, licking, and tasting. As my orgasm subsides, I lay breathless. You gently run your hand up and down my drenched slit. Your cock is rock hard and aching to be inside my tight pussy. Your head feels as if its going to blow if you don't fuck my little pussy soon. Part Six: Fuck Me Harder! You push me up onto the bed, leaving my legs open and a wet spot on the sheets. Placing your manhood at my entrance your thrust deeply into my hot hole. My thighs rub against the outsides of yours, your arms holding you up above me as you look down into my eyes. You curse again feeling this tight slut pussy washing over you. My feet tickling your ass as it tightens with each powerful thrust you give. I watch eagerly as your manhood slips in and out making a sloshing noise as our juices mix. God you feel so good. My tight slut pussy taking all of your superior cock you think. "Oh god……!" I yelp while you slow down, grinding your hips against mine then circling. I feel the length of you probing around within me, the feel of your manhood overwhelmingly erotic. "God Yes!!" I moan as you pick up the pace, feeling the tension building in your shaft….. You know you are going to cum soon. Your balls tighten and you give one final thrust as you push all the way into me feeling your cock probe my walls. You feel your seed burst into me, you hear my yelps of ecstasy as you fill my womanhood with your sperm. Ropes of white cum spurt out . "Oh Yeah!" we both scream as we both orgasm together, our bodies convulsing in pleasure. Finally our orgasms subside and we lay there on your bed, my arms still tied behind my back. You finally untie the silk material from around my wrists, letting my arms loose, they fall over your chest. We rest our eyes and our bodies this afternoon and decide to continue our adventures this evening. Story for a Friend I'm at the restaurant, early, waiting nervously for you to arrive. When you walk into the entrance of the building, I'm awestruck. You look absolutely stunning. As you come up to me, you ask me if I'd like to wrap my tongue back up into my mouth. I just can't, you've shocked me. As we walk into the dining room, every eye turns to you and appraises your shapely figure. We arrive at our table and sit down. When we sit, you appraise me, I'm wearing a single breasted suit. It fits like it was made just for me. Underneath the black suit, I'm wearing a dark blue shirt and a gold and blue tie. Although I look like I'm completely comfortable, you know that I can't wait to take it off, and giggle at my discomfort. Your giggle is cute to me, and I smile at you, unable to believe how beautiful you look. The waiter arrives and looks us over, but looks awestruck upon you. As he starts to tell us the specials, he stumbles over himself, unable to tear his gaze away from you and your beauty. We order, and laugh as he trips over himself on his way out. While we wait for our food, we make small talk and hold hands across the table. We flirt a bit, and finally the food arrives. As we eat, we don't really talk, just flirt with our eyes and bodies. My foot slides over and starts to slide up and down your leg. My foot feels the shape of your legs, sliding over the curve, making me eager for later tonight. Finally we finish up and leave the restaurant. I, of course, hold the door open for you and follow you out to my car, admiring your tight ass the whole way. I unlock your door and open it up for you, letting you in, and leaning in to steal a chaste kiss, smiling as I walk around to my side. As I drive home, my hand rests on your thigh, lightly rubbing as we talk, moving up to your hips and down to your knee. Whenever we stop at a light, I kiss you and rub the palm of my hand against your chin and neck. Finally we arrive at home. As I open your door, you step out gracefully and steal a kiss from me. I feel the passion from that kiss and it leaves me speechless for a few moments. As I look around blankly, you laugh at my look and start walking toward the door. Finally I come to my senses and bound to catch up to you, again checking out your cute ass, until I have to unlock my front door. We walk through the front door and I immediately pounce on you, grabbing you tightly and kissing you passionately while you're backed up against the door. As my hands roam around your body, my tongue explores your mouth, bringing your tongue into my own mouth, letting me suck on you, giving you a preview of what is to come. As I press up against you, you can feel my hardness pressing into your stomach, begging to be released from it's prison of clothing. After a while, I let you go, breathing heavily, and smile at you, nuzzling my forehead against yours, telling you how much I love you and how beautiful you are. I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom, telling you to lay back on the bed as I climb on top. On top of you now, I kiss you lightly on the lips, lightly touching my lips to yours, lovingly kissing you, showing you how much pleasure is in store. My hands are in play now, caressing and rubbing all over your upper body, along your sides, your shoulders, your stomach, and your breasts. My hands are moving quickly, but lovingly, caressing and moving on to another side of your beautiful torso. My lips move down to your neck, nibbling along that sensitive skin until you get goose bumps. My hands are now getting more focused on your sides and breasts. As my lips caress your neck, my teeth are lightly grazing against your skin, making you shudder, and giving you goosebumps. I'm now kissing your neck and collarbone with abandon, my fingers concentrating on your nipples, lightly pinching them through your shirt and bra, and sliding my hands down to the bottom of your shirt. My fingers are teasing the bottom edges of your shirt, working underneath the edges and slowly up, feeling your soft skin the whole way. I'm kissing your lips again, making out with you, showing you how I truly feel about you as my fingers slide around and unclasp your bra. My hands now have free roam around your breasts. My palms are cupping your breasts and gently squeezing your nipples between my fingers. Rolling them, kneading them, pinching them between my gentle fingers. My hands take your shirt off gently, but with an obvious need. As I bring your shirt over your head, your arms come up, and the shirt eventually holds you captive for a bit, allowing me to remove your bra and kiss your beautiful breasts, letting me worship them orally. My lips wrap around your nipples, while my tongue lightly flicks your little nubs, making them harder than they were before. Finally I stop my oral worship and fully remove your shirt and bra. As they come over your head, I'm back to kissing you, meaningfully, lovingly, showing how much you mean to me. While I'm kissing you and working your breasts with one hand, my other snakes down your belly to the outside of your pants. I'm rubbing the outside of your pants over your crotch, letting you know my goal, what I want to eventually get to. I'm telling you that I love you, telling you how much you mean to me, how beautiful you are. My hand finally works it's way inside of your pants, feeling the heat from your pussy emanating through your thong to my hand. My fingers are sliding against your panties, lightly pushing them against your hot little cunt. As I push them aside, my fingers are sliding against your pussy lips, feeling the wetness and heat. Suddenly I push my finger inside of you, burying it in as keep as I can go, letting you get used to the size of my finger. I'm stroking my finger in and out of your tight little pussy, going quickly, but slowing down, slowing down, not much, just barely perceptibly, but you can still feel me slowing my finger down. As I stop, I add another finger and push both back inside of you. My fingers are sawing in and out of you, my thumb massaging your clit. I can feel your hips bucking into my hands. I work with your hips, using your thrusts to get into your pussy as far as I can. I stop kissing and fingering you, because I can't stand it any more. I stand up and kneel on the side of the bed, pulling you toward me. As I'm bringing you closer, I pull your legs over my shoulders, and kiss the inside of your thighs. I'm lightly kissing the inside of your thighs, rubbing my hands along your thighs, my hot breathe falling onto your pussy. I work my mouth closer to your little pussy, unable to keep away from the fragrant aroma and wanting to taste your sweet little cunt. My tongue finally makes contact with your clit, making you jump with surprise. As my face moves forward, my tongue slides roughly over your clit until my lips are surrounding it. I start to lick your little clit, moving my rough tongue over it, making your pussy quiver. My mouth moves lower, and as I move down your pussy, my tongue starts to explore the folds of your pussy, moving in and out, exploring ever little detail. My teeth come into play, lightly grabbing your pussy lips and pulling them out, just enough to let you feel them, but then letting you go, and starting again. My tongue has finally found the entrance to your pussy, the tight hole waiting to be pierced by my tongue. My tongue is rolled up, as hard as my cock is in my pants, pushing inside of you. I'm fucking you with my tongue as I continue to rub your legs and clit with my hands. I'm eating your tight little pussy, trying to make every detail exactly how you want it, fucking you with my tongue, sliding my teeth along your lips, licking your lips up and down as I try to make you cum. Cum for me beautiful, cum on my tongue that's spearing your pussy, showering you with the love that I feel for you. Finally I can't stand it anymore and stand up, undoing my pants and taking off my clothes. My rock hard cock is standing at attention and waiting for you. It's straining for your wet hot pussy, wanting to be inside of your beautiful body. I lean over you and place the very tip of my cock against your cunt. I slowly push against you as I kiss you deeply. As I'm kissing you, my cock begins to slide inside of you, filling you up, sliding deeper and deeper until I'm buried to the hilt. I'm completely buried inside of you now, my hips grinding your clit, my rock fully inside of you. I feel every detail of your pussy, and you feel every detail of my cock, as you get used to my size. Just as you get used to my size, I begin to pull out of you, then slowly slide back in. My cock is speeding up now, slamming in and out of you, forcing me deep inside of you, burying me into you every single time I thrust. As I'm pounding into your pussy, I'm kissing you hard, making sure you know how much I feel for you. One of my hands is holding me up, supporting my weight so that I can bury myself into you, while the other fondles your breasts and your nipples. My God, you're beautiful, your face contorting with pleasure as I fuck you as hard as I can. Slamming my cock into you, I'm close to cumming, but I need to make sure you cum with me. I hold off my own pleasure and use both hands for yours, one hand manipulating your breasts and the other working your clit. I can feel you thrusting into me baby, wanting me to make you cum, feel your release. I'm so close, I'm pushing my cock into the deepest stretches of your tight little pussy now baby, making you feel every ridge. I feel it as you start to contract, your pussy milking my cock as you start to cum, and it's just too much, I make one final thrust in and stay there, shooting ropes of thick hot cum into your pussy as it milks my cock dry, getting every last drop of cum out of my dick. As we both come back to earth from our orgasms, I start to soften inside of you, but I just roll over to the side, staying with you, holding you tight against me, making sure you feel loved and cared for. Baby I love you, I want you to stay in my arms forever, and we fall asleep, completely exhausted and satisfied. Story for a Friend You lie down in the bed, you inhale the scent of freshly washed sheets as the smooth fabric brushes your face. You kick off your shoes. A familiar pressure descends on you as my hands press into your back. We begin slowly, the heels of my palms rolling over your back, pushing the weight from the small of your back, to your shoulders, then out to your arms. I knead your arm softly, then manipulate it to stretch out your tired limb, just to the point of gentle, pleasant ache, and back. My thumbs knead a path to your hand. Taking it in mine, I kiss your knuckles playfully before I work the soft muscle of your palm. I do the same to your other arm, then lie both limbs outstretched ahead of you. You feel the tension in your scalp release as I let down your hair. Soon, my fingers run through the dense forest of your beautiful hair, alternating between rubbing caresses and pinpoint scratches. I wash the strains of life from your brain, and rake my nails down your back. When I reach the spot where your spine meets the rise of your perfect ass, my hands slide under your shirt and you feel their warmth on your bare skin. I reach in to unfasten your bra, and slip my hands back out, pausing briefly to rest them on your beautiful behind, before slipping your shirt all the way up. You grunt with brief annoyance at having to move as your top and bra are removed from beneath you. As you lie facedown, the cool air gives you goosebumps, but these give way when my warm hands return to your skin. I glide my hands across your back, one grips the back of your neck and massages the stiff muscle, the other begins to pour a light oil on your spine. Now you stifle a pleased groan as my hands roll over your skin, the oil helping me to bring relief to your poor aching muscles. you make a soft noise as your tension melts away. it is now that i slowly reach under you and undo your pants. I slide them down with a steady single motion, leaving you bare. My hands return to your skin, and I begin to massage your butt. It tickles you slightly, and you squirm a bit, but you can feel knots loosen and vanish. Now I move to your calves, squeezing, kneading, rubbing, doing all i can to alleviate the pain of so many days standing on your feet. i spread your legs slightly to work on your thighs, and you know that you are on display. If I look, I can see everything. Is it the heat of my gaze that you feel, warming your smooth, shaved pussy? I dutifully seek out tension in your leg and massage it away, never touching you in this most private of places. The heat you feel is unbearable as my hands begin to slide along your other thigh. Have I poured more massage oil on you? Why do you feel so wet? But still, I do not touch. I continue to rub and stroke your beautiful, shapely leg. As my hand rises and moves close to this burning core, you make a soft sound. Like a quiet mew of pleasure... or frustration. you feel my hand on your ass again. A smack! and a sharp sudden sting. You gasp, and squirm again. Another spank, just at the curve of your bottom where it meets the leg. Another. You can feel a second warmth emanating from your skin. Another soft mewl of frustration, and I laugh, that deep, rough chuckle you've heard so often. I spank you just once more, then lightly press my fingertips to your pussy lips. You give an audible cry, unable to contain yourself at the sudden direct contact. One finger traces over you, your burning heat, your wet desire, they are revealed. There are no secrets. You arch slightly, raising your hips just enough to give me a complete view, a silent plea for attention. I grant it to you and my finger slips inside. One hand now gently rubs your butt while the finger bends downward to find that blessed spot, the one just behind the swell of skin, that makes you cry out. Slowly, softly, I begin to pet that spot, massaging it just as I have your body. One more sudden spank and a strong press on your spot. You moan, that glorious sound that takes me to heaven. Knowing you want more, I gently lift your hips to balance you on your knees. My finger's teasing is joined by my tongue, tickling away at the soft skin, then tormenting your clit with pleasurable agony. A second finger joins the first, and the pressure increases. Rubbing and sliding, you feel pleasure rush through you. How long have I been attacking your burning hot pussy, making you moan an scream with delight? A minute? An hour? All you know is your legs are beginning to tire, but you are chasing that brilliant explosion you can feel building inside you. A slow climb to the top of a long ladder, but there, there at the top, there is that star, so close you can reach out and touch it! But just before you can brush the star with your outstretched hand, my tongue leaves you. My fingers follow it not long behind. A cry of frustration wells up, replaced with a sudden shock as you feel me enter you. That heat inside you, now it is matched by mine. Your walls have something to grip and cling to. My hands grab your hips as I slide in and out, adjusting my position. You push against me, guiding me where to go, and I take you, roughly, my cock taking the place of my fingers as it rubs that perfect spot inside you. Your moaning becomes louder, my breathing increases. Our pace quickens, each urging the other on to reach that highest peak, trying to chase that bright star. Then, an explosion. The heat inside of you has reached critical levels and you can feel your body short-circuit as the heat melts out of you around me. The spasm of your tight pussy drives me over the edge, and with the last bit of restraint I have, I pull myself from you and our ecstasy joins together in a damp spot in the bed. You are only partially conscious as I lean up and kiss you, then drag you into my arms as we both recover. We rest, spent, too tired even to pull up the covers. As we lie there, cuddled together, catching our breath, I turn and whisper into your ear "We'll need to get that oil off your skin... care to join me in the shower?" Story for Angel I just got off the phone with my Mistress Angel. We have been in a T&D relationship about 5 years and she is coming to visit me in 3 days. We live in separate states and I cannot wait to see her. Saturday will actually be our 5 year anniversary so per my sweet Mistress instructions, I am posting this short story for all to enjoy. First, dear Angel had me shave my pubic area smooth as a baby's butt, lock up in my CB-2000 and send her email pictures to confirm it Having done that, I am addressing my homework assignment throbbing, dripping, shaking hands and locked up tight. My assignment is to post a story on the net about how I will pamper my dearest Mistress Angel when she arrives in 3 days. Here goes: Saturday arrives after some sleepless nights and that warm feeling I get in my heart and between my legs when I know my sweetie is arriving soon. I get up, put on the coffee, and realize my cock is dripping already and I am not even awake yet. I recall that my sweetheart will be getting on a plane in 2 hours with a key dangling on a shiny necklace nestled between her beautiful breasts. Through most of Saturday my cock stays pressed against the bars of its prison as my Angel is on my mind every second of the day. By the time I arrive at the airport to pick her up, my balls are a shade between sky blue and deep purple. Oh, sweet Mistress is going to be happy with that color. When I see her walking toward me, my heart starts to quicken. We embrace and my whole body begins to warm. Quickly we retrieve luggage, step to the car, and stare into each other's eyes in a dim corner of the airport park garage. In the car, Mistress shows me she is without panties so I give her pretty pink and shaven pussy a welcome kiss. We are both wet, I start the car, and we head for home. The drive goes quickly as I am kept busy trying to watch the road and catch glimpses of my sweet Angel's ultra thin landing strip. I caress the lips of her kitty, noticing how wet my dear Mistress is, and then we turn the last corner to home. We are seconds from arriving. Once inside, we embrace, kiss passionately, and start all over like young school kids catching up after a long separation. I start making a margarita. She tells me to make it in the nude. I do not ask a anything, just strip down to the cage like a good boy and get ready to pamper my Angel better than ever before. I am eager to please and in moments I am mixing up a blender of margarita's wearing nothing but my pink cage. When I get ready to add salt to the rim, Angel tells me that she prefers the blue salt as it will match the color of my balls. I had not realized in all the "excitement" but my balls were definitely blue and bulging. After a few sips of the tequila potion, Angel says I should go draw a bubble bath for her while she unwinds from the flight. Upstairs, I prepare a warm bath, bubbles, candles, soft music. She arrives with the blender and drink in hand telling me that she may get a little hard to please after finishing off the blender. Tequila tends to bring out the best in Mistress Angel. She slips in the warm bubbles and mentions to me that I should probably shave as my face would soon be busy and we want it to be smooth like a baby's bottom. I notice my hands a shaking a little with anticipation while I shave but manage to get nice smooth results. Then I join my Mistress in the bubbles for some play. She says "I hope your lock doesn't rust shut" with a grin. After some bath tub play, we dry and embrace on the bed. Mistress Angel is so very attractive and turning me on like never before. Her skin is warm with the fresh scent of bath oil, completely shaven pretty pink pussy, wearing nothing but the key around her neck and a devilish tequila grin. She tells me to keep pampering and if I impress her enough I may get unlocked. I begin with passionate kisses, caressing her breasts, and does not take long for my tongue to find it's place in her sweetness. She is so wet and tastes so good. I feel as though I have longed for her taste for years as I move my tongue around her clit and between the lips of her pussy. I love her taste. She must be as horney as I am because very soon she is shuttering with pleasure and moaning. She tells me to keep going, that was just a quick orgasm and she wants an earth shattering one. My cock is pressing against my cage by this time and sweet Mistress wants to see it. She moves to top and sits on my face as if to 69 and watches my cock throb and twitch against the cage while I move my tongue in her pussy and taste her juices. She enjoys teasing my locked up cock and touches my pink and blue bulge through the plastic cage with her long nails. Every touch causes me to twitch and drip even more. After some time riding my tongue she is growing near the edge as she starts riding my face harder and harder. I could lick her sweet tasting pussy all night long and be perfectly satisfied. Then I feel the key slipped into the lock and my cock thrusts free. Dear Mistress tells me not to dare cum as she faces me straddles my freed dick and lowers herself on top. I'm deep inside of her and she starts to rock back and forth telling me whatever I do, I will not cum inside her. This is one of my Mistresses greatest arts, no matter how near the edge I am she is able to bring herself to orgasm by riding me deep inside maximizing her clitoral stimulation, while I get nearly no thrusts to reach my satisfaction. Soon she is moaning in pleasure while I run my tongue around her nipples just to add to her sensations. Breathing hard she collapses on top of me and I know she has reached the earth shattering one she was looking for. She falls onto the bed, and says "OK, I'm done." She looks at my glistening rock hard dick, and tells me in her sweet angel voice to put him back in his cage for now. Before I can say anything she is handing me the cage and says come on, lock him up quickly or there may be consequences. She says "I may let you out right away, or I may keep you locked up for a week. We will talk about that as soon as the lock is shut." I take the cage and at first it seems impossible to get my cock to grow small. After a while I feel the first decline of a lost erection, and soon my hard on begins to get soft, then I am able to squeeze the cage back in place. She is still basking in the afterglow of an orgasm that has her knees weak, and says be a sweetheart and click it shut for me. I notice my hands are shaking as I put the lock through the plastic post. Then I click it in place and immediately my attention goes to the key dangling around my sweet Mistress's neck again. What happens next my Mistress has told me depends on feedback that we get on this short story. She would like some ideas from the public on what to do next, so please give your thoughts. She tells me she will take the idea she likes the best and that will determine the fate of my next orgasm. Story For You This story, like most that will be submitted by me , is a collaboration between my beautiful wife and myself. We have been writing stories for each other for some time, and have decided to share them. Some are true, some are fantasies, but I won't tell which... Enjoy. * It was the first time they had been able to get away from the kids for a night in a very long time. They had gone to an extravagant wedding reception in a much-to-expensive and fancy hotel ballroom. The bride was her best friend... and very well off financially. But, Kevin and Naomi enjoyed it nonetheless. She'd even gotten him to dance with her a few times. Each time, becoming more entranced with each other. She would slyly press herself against him, look into his eyes, and smile that amorous smile of hers. He knew damn well what she wanted... Good thing they'd booked a room in that very hotel... Soon the teasing proved to be too much for him. As he twirled her around the last time, he caught her hand and swiftly led her away from the crowd and into the lobby. No one seemed to notice... No one came out as they waited for the elevator. Their eyes never left each other as they got inside. No sooner had the doors closed together than he had her against the wall, crushing his lips to hers, pulling her body against him. She kissed him hungrily, wanting to taste his mouth, his tongue, his lips. By the time the elevator stopped at the 7th floor came, he had her hoisted up, legs wrapped around him, his hands hiking her skirt up holding onto her perky little ass so he could grind himself into her through his pants. Both of their shirts were halfway unbuttoned as they tore into the hotel room, slamming the door behind them. He still had her wrapped around him as they fell to the bed. His lips moved to her neck where he trailed long, sucking, biting kisses down it, slowly moving down her body. Her black lacy bra was all that stood between his mouth and her little breasts. He quickly moved that aside as he fondled one breast with his hand and teased the other with his tongue. Her breath caught in her throat when he bit down on the soft pink flesh. His mouth was hungry to taste her. Her skirt and his pants somehow made it to the floor. The thong she was wearing matched her bra... black and lacy. He all but ripped it from her body and sat back to gaze lustily at her creamy naked skin. His fingers slid between her legs and played with her, rubbing her clit and making her squirm. He pushed two fingers into her wet pussy and moved them inside her. Her body responded quickly to his fingers, moving in sync with them. He watched with growing lust as her fingers pinched her own nipples, head thrown back, lips letting long, aroused moans escape. He withdrew his fingers and licked the juices from them, then lowered his mouth to where they had been and buried his face into her. Tongue expertly licking every crevice, pulsating on her clit. Her moans quickly turned to cries of bliss as she started to orgasm. Her hands grabbing desperately at his head, begging for more. His mouth cradled her as cum swirled over his tongue as she rode out her orgasm, screaming her pleasure. He licked the hot cum from her and moved his lips back up her body.. Slow, tantalizing kisses, back to her mouth. She kissed him eagerly, tasting her pussy on his tongue. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her. It was warm and throbbing against her naked skin. She rolled him over and knelt before him, sliding him into her mouth. Slowly she inched her hot, wet mouth over him. Her soft tongue rubbed the head of his dick, her smooth fingers circled the base and began to slide skillfully in sync with her mouth. His breath was heavy as he watched her. She looked up and met his gaze she sucked him... He felt ready to burst watching her, feeling her, wanting her. After a moment, he lifted her gently from his cock and moved her so that she straddled him, lowering her waiting pussy onto his throbbing erection. Agonizingly slowly, he spread her wet lips apart and entered her. She gasped at the feeling of fullness. He wrapped his arms around her and held her to his body, rocking her against him gently. Barely moving inside her, but brushing that sweet spot inside her ever so lightly. His mouth was covering her breasts again. He loved that he could fit one of her little tits whole inside his mouth. As he moved to kiss her lips again, she started to move faster on top of him. She kissed him deeply, then pushed him back from the sitting position to lay down so she could control her movements better. She rode him intensely... slamming herself down on his cock, silently pleading with him to make her cum again. She cried out in bliss with every thrust, building her orgasm within her. He moved his hips with her, plunging into her deeper each time. She moaned his name as she felt herself begin to cum... He grabbed her waist and pushed into her harder moving fast to extend the orgasm. Her eyes were shut, reveling in the orgasmic euphoria, but her cries of delight and movements never ceased as her hot juices covered his cock. As the orgasm tapered, he quickly moved her to her knees and shoved into her from behind. His long thighs slamming against the back of hers and hands grabbing harshly at her breasts. She placed her hand over his on her breast, encouraging him to squeeze harder. She liked it hard... He felt so good inside her this way... pounding into her from behind. It wasn't long before she felt another orgasm building. His hand moved to the back of her head, pulling her hair gently, tilting her head back. This made the head of his cock graze her sweet spot intensely. She couldn't hold the shriek of pleasure that followed. He pounded into her relentlessly, bringing her to the brink of orgasm again. Her hair in one hand, the other smacked her ass playfully hard. The combination of the pain from the smack and the pleasure of his cock sent her over the edge. Her eyes blurred and she screamed as she came hard. He began to hammer into her faster, causing her orgasm to both heighten and lengthen. For a moment, she thought she might never stop cumming... especially if he kept pistoning into her that way. After a second though, that fear turned to hope. He was lost in her screams of ecstasy as she came on his cock again. A long, hard orgasm... leaving her breathless... and completely satisfied. He pushed her onto her back, climbed on top of her, eagerly sliding between her legs and shoving himself back into her. His mouth crushing hers with fiery kisses. He moved inside her again. Long, bold strokes... slow and tender this time. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her body as he made love to her. She kissed his neck and nibbled at his ears seductively. He moved faster as he felt himself give in to her. He choked back the urge to shout as his cock throbbed and spurted inside her, releasing his awaiting orgasm. A groan of satisfaction escaped as he filled her with hot cum and slowed his movements. A final thrust and he fell onto her, showering her lips with kisses. Through winded breaths, she whispered "I love you" to him as he buried his face in her neck. He kissed her and whispered the same. She gazed into his eyes, smiled sweetly, and said, "Round two?" Story from the Stacks I will apologize right away for the vagueness on certain details in this story – even though the other parties involved my stories don't read Literotica, I don't want to take any chances. But I still want to share this with you. I'm fighting the urge to start with, "Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would ever happen to me! I..." It starts out more boring than that. But thankfully doesn't finish that way. My name is... Bruce. Sure. Bruce Lee. I'm not selling this so I'm not afraid of copyright infringement; an advantage in this format. I'm not a martial arts fanatic, just in a lot of ways an average 20 something working in a small business somewhere in the Midwest of America. 20 people, a showroom floor, products for sale and the back half of the store is the office area. Sales folk, clerical assistants, a General Manager and a Regional Manager who stops by occasionally make up the staff. Suits, nice dresses, etc. I'm not that bad looking but I wouldn't go as far to say stellar. An ex once told me I was easy on the heart, mind and eyes. Perfect? No, not bad though. I work out, stay as lean as I can with a mild debaucharous lifestyle, dress fairly sharp and spend more than 5 minutes on my hair in the morning. But not enough to either be the contestant or judge on Queer Eye for the Straight guy. Not shabby. Enough about me. Let's go to the scene. It's a Friday afternoon; everyone has more or less evacuated the store already by 1 pm. Taking a lunch at noon and never quite making it back. I could probably streak through the office area without disturbing a soul. I won't though. A good freak keeps it all inside and brings it out when it's right. Being visible all the time means you need the attention. I don't. 2 o'clock hit and you can hear people rolling up and walking out the door. It's just me and 4, maybe 3 people in the whole store. I'm the Office Manager here and its end of month so I'm checking invoices, reports and other nonsense that would bore you to tears. That leaves Daphne, Dog Jones and Melanie left in the store with me. Naturally these aren't their names and since I don't have to use the real ones, I'm choosing more... adjective pronouns to use. They are fitting for both. Daphne is a smoking hot late 20s hottie who's the Billing Clerk. The fact I haven't had to order her an asbestos office chair to sit in is proof that there is a God and he understands what keeping a budget means. She really is smoking hot, brunette with a slight natural curl, manicured everything and knows how to dress for success. Scary thing is that she can roll with the best of them and only plays dumb flirt when it is required. She was engaged for a while but after a few bad nights with the beau, she was out on the prowl again. I don't know who to feel sorrier for; the men she's left churning in their chinos or the poor bastards who's been with her that know they will never tap something that perfect again. Thankfully I have been neither. Daph and I have somehow maintained a very professional level of polite flirting on an occupational level and neither party seems ill at ease for this. We're okay with it. And there's Dog Jones of course. Dog is a man-hoe on rails who still carries respect and admiration of those around him. He's like the popular kid who knew that playing it straight and being the nice guy while being a shining star was the way to go. He works out less than I do but has the frame and metabolism to show it off better. Sprinkling eyes and teeth. Perfect hair, suit and shoes. Could negotiate a peace treaty one minute and then sell both sides the ammunitions to continue the conflict, he's that smooth. I almost could hate him on principle alone if he didn't get Lead Sales within 6 months being on board. And kept it. The women folk around the office fawn over him and Daph is certainly in that category. Dog gives a little attention back to each one, to what depth or sincerity is beyond me but that's his scene. We have always gotten along well, though a few arrogant moments have almost come to head a few times but that's just business. Just two guys working together. I was working on a complicated invoice and swung by Daph's desk to request her to check the stacks for an old file to verify against. No one was home. Hmmm. Assuming Daph was just in the Women's restroom, I didn't bother to call up to Melanie, the front desk gal to see if she had left. I said to hell with it and just went to the stacks myself to get the invoice. I didn't mind, I needed away from my desk. The stacks as you can imagine is a store room that was built into the attic of the old building we worked at. Once upon a time there were offices up there when it was a car dealer ship and my company once had their break room up there but now it houses our copious outdated files. I have threatened, cajoled, insisted and damn near demanded to have them all scanned into digital files but even I couldn't approve my own request. Paper to plastic jobs are a fortune if you have to outsource. Today I would be glad it hadn't happened yet. I wasn't intentionally being quiet but I had done this a thousand times; go to the stairwell, head up stairs and punch in the security code at the door and step inside. The only light that was on when I walked in leaked in through the crappy, aged window shades up there, illuminating rows of vertical files to the far end of the building. I went to flip the switch on when I heard a distinctive feminine moan from the copy table. Needless to say, my instincts kicked in, left the lights off and immediately moved quietly around the far side of the stacks to see what the fun was. Dog had Daph pressed up against an old fridge I had been dreading to remove for ages and was pawing his way through her clothes. Daph moaned again as Dog nibbled at her neck and ground against her. She moaned out his name as he pressed hard and up, her legs splaying to let him get closer to her. A pair of lovely arms sprouted out in front of Dog to ease him back to give her room to seductively remove her blouse. A twirl and a spin as she withdrew the remaining buttons and spun the blouse off. A stunning black bra with hot pink highlights held a pair of delightful 36s, probably Cs. I couldn't blame Dog as he lunged back in, only to be halted by a gentle hand as the other expertly untied her skirt to let it spindle off her waist. A black short curtain gave way to further to compliment the delightful décolletage, matching garner belt, garters and of course matching panties. Someone planned this, for a while now. Whatever I had downstairs on my desk might as well have caught fire for all I cared; I wasn't budging from my secluded location in a darkened corridor between two rows. I was memorizing everything to enjoy later. A sudden sound or movement would shatter this lovely tableau and I wouldn't have that. The restraining hand was brushed aside as Dog sprung upon her with almost an out of character dramatic pounce. You could hear her bodily collide with the fridge as his teeth sank into the bridge of her shoulder and neck. Her shuttering gasp was enough to know she was counting on it, goading him to take her with force. Her hips flared up against his as one of his hands circled around her bottom to kneed her loveliness and the remaining hand made short order of removing the bra from Daph's delectable form. A shoulder shrug and two very eager hand gestures later her young pert breast were jiggling in the dim light. With envy, I watched Dog circle them with his hands, cup both and taking the left one up and sucking the nipple into his mouth. He bit down, as I could tell from her almost flinching inhale. His right hand before free and clasped both of her wrists in his large hand then pinned them to the top of the fridge. He continued his full court press and ground into her crotch further, causing her to twitch underneath his pursuit. Daph pulled her hands down out of his grasp and brought his face to hers for a hungry kiss. Her hand slips away, travels down his frame and grabs a hold of his manhood through his trousers with open need. For the briefest moment, one of her eyes flutters open, glancing around wildly before directing him to a chair that we keep upstairs at the copy table. I stop breathing for a moment and did my best to imitate inorganic material as not to disrupt. My cheeks are flushed to no end and the erection in my trousers was throbbing in eagerness. I'm surprised I didn't have steam rolling off of me. Whatever Daph was looking at was quickly forgotten as she moved to her next idea. She took Dogs unknotted tie off his shirt and tied it around his head, as a makeshift blindfold. He protested briefly but she softly shushed him with her breasts on either side of his face. Quickly he complied. She then pulled off his trouser belt and quickly secured his hands behind the chair back. Devilish. I could almost pity him if he wasn't the one touching her, even in a restrained fashion. In one final almost tearing fashion, she removed his trousers and bottoms. His manhood in its epic glory sprung free from its imprisonment and came to a gentle stop, right before Daph dropped to a crouch and inhaled it. To my best recollection, I can't remember if I gasped myself but I think it was drowned out in Dog's own praise of her skills. He thrashed about in the chair as Daph swirled his head in her mouth and deep throated the member without needing to adjust. It was intoxicating, watching her torment this man to such depths. She reached up and flicked at one of his nipples which seemed to give him a jolt each time. He pulled at the makeshift restraints but they held fast as her head bobbed seductively in front of him. An exalted sigh slide from him as his hips thrust up at Daph. She laughed playfully as he begged to be inside her. This comment seemed to break her drive at oral pleasing him as she stood up almost abruptly. With hands on her hips, she did another glance over her shoulder, so brief I almost wrote it off as a reflexive hair toss. It occurred to me that she might have been enjoying the danger of nearly being caught and it fueled her desire. She knew I was the only other person with access to this store room and I might eventually acquire her assistance. Continuing my statuesque posture, I was spell bound at this vixen's torment of 2 men, one she appeared not to know she snared. Pivoting on her foot, she swung around in front of Dog and bent over away from him, gently grinding on him herself. He moaned out her name in a begging manner as she continued to post up and down against him. I wondered idly if Daphne had failed to mention any other occupational skills but it quickly slid away as my mind melted watching her work Dog into a puddle. After 3 more minutes of pistoning against him (to the point I almost begged her to fuck him) she told up and slid down her panties, leaving the garter belt and garters up. Stepping out of her knickers, she leaned back over, leaning her tender side to his face from the rear. She was shaven, her need glistening clearly, even in the darkened room. When she spoke, my eyes came back into full focus and tracked her. "Isn't this what you have been craving? Needing? We both know it is. We both need this, more than we ever will admit to each other." Her soft voice just seemed to drift like a perfume around the room. It danced over files, soared through the darkness and tangoed through my ears. I could feel my body surrendering to my animal needs, all energy sliding down into my crotch as my dick was blazing. I had to be harder than I had ever been; despite the scene s I had visited, created before. This was so organic yet dirty. "I am done hiding my hunger for you. You will be mine. Even if it's just in this room." With the last word, she slid backwards and thrust her head up as Dog's penis head rested against her lower lips and parted them. Her eyes rolled right into the back of her head as she slid down further, his large manhood splitting her further and further until she rested on the edge of the seat herself. She shuttered and moaned, letting her finger tips brush against her nipples and shift on her mount. That is when Daphne opened her eyes slowly and looked right at me. As her eyes widened with surprise, I felt what had to be emotional ice water running past my ankles in sheer, rude panic. My heart immediately pulled back on the blood to get back to my limbs to slip back out and already I was formulating excuses for my rude presence and figuring out how to maintain professional integrity with my assistant who was very naked onto of an Account Manager when... Daphne's surprise melted into a hazy, devilish grin that summoned back that hungry look she had when she first started playing with Dog. Never breaking eye contact with me, she raised herself up slowly and posted back down, Dog sliding in and out of her hot pussy. I felt my heart continue to race but my feet no longer locking up or wanting to flee as she pistoned up and down on Dog. I felt the energy swirl around my body as it shimmered from a cold panic into something more hopeful. The energy went ablaze when she gestured me forward to her. With open curiosity and idly playing with her breast and nipples, she studied my face as I moved closer, around the copy table and in front of her. The smirk got stronger as I got closer, though an orgasm fought to contort her face into ecstasy. Her eyes broke away from mine and drank in the image of my hardness; she licked her lips as she returned her gaze to me. Not needing a flow chart to put this together, I quietly unfastened my trousers and gently slid them down with my own bottoms. No sooner had my own manhood swung into view; Daph had a spare hand around it to guide it into her mouth, the other slipping down to play with her clit as she continued to fuck Dog. I understood very quickly why Dog was barely forming vowels the moment her lips consumed me. My head fell back a bit and my eyes were shuttering as she bobbed, impaled and drew me in and out. Dog could tell something was different because Daph suddenly got considerably violent with her posting; slamming down on him and rocketing back up hard. He started to protest or inquire to the change when Daph came with a thunderous orgasm, her hips rolled in little circles as she did a full body shutter. She pulled me out of her mouth but I wasn't going to complain in the slightest; even though my own orgasm rested on the very tip of my dick. Before I could register what she had in mind, she had pulled herself off Dog in one swift dismount, pivoted back around so she was facing him, intentionally brushing her bottom against my manhood. She dipped forward, taking him back into her mouth and using the leverage and balance of the chair, pushed herself back into me. My eyes came into a quick focus as I took this new offering, lined myself up with her warm snatch and quickly thrust into her. Dog's manhood was a considerable match for mine but apparently I was slightly larger than him as I felt Daph twitch internally from the size difference. The light in the room seemed to be brighter, the air crisper and the moment hallucinogenic as I felt myself start to fuck Daphne myself. I grunted hard as I pound into her, feeling her soft, velvety interior milk me with a gentle force. As if I was in shock before, it began to dawn on me what I was doing, as the two mental concepts in my mind colliding beautifully together. Daphne who gets us coffee on rainy days because she wants to. Daphne who was greedily sucking on a massive cock while another pounds her from behind. Daphne who could type a 1000 words a minute while coordinating 3 meetings. Daphne who's black and pink garter belt and stockings wrap around a smashing good ass and one hot little pussy. My own moans joined Dog's as my climax was raising fast with my thoughts, this was too much to hold in me and I needed to let it out. Daphne who needed a spanking some days and I nearly gave it to her when she bent over to pick something up. Daphne, who I wanted to do the one arm clean sweep on her desk and fuck her on the spot. Yes, yes, YES! All the times I held myself back and I let them all come forward through me and into her, into our union, this moment. In a far off world, I heard Dog's moans reach fever pitch and got right over the moon in his own universe, colliding into Daph, who shoved her hot as fuck cunt onto me... It felt like a thunderstorm was born inside a volcano that was erupting inside my penis head as it focused to a tiny point and then burst like the big bang. A damn broke, I came inside of Daph like warm champagne and I emptied my bottle into her whole. I grabbed hard onto those hips and thrust like a mad man pounding at the bars of his jail cell. I heard a very loud pop as she pulled her mouth off Dog's love stick and with a near shriek, cum violently a 2nd time. We all paused for a moment in an intense afterglow of the moment, all panting, no words, no movement. I imagine Daph still had one good hand around Mr. Jones's drive shaft and I was in no hurry to pull out of her driveway either. Obscenities slipped out of all our mouths as we caught our breaths. I could hear Dog begin to ask, "Who..." and Daph quickly kissed him deeply to distract him and whispered something into his ear. He looked shocked at first but after a brief calm moment, nodded his head. Daph reached around and loosened his restraints but left the tie around his eyes. I slowly removed myself from Daphne as I could put together it was time to depart. I turned her around and kissed her openly myself, embracing her with reckless abandon and engulfing her in my arms. She energetically kissed me back, sliding a hand around to play with me as we stood there. She broke our kiss and looked at me with soulful eyes. We always had an odd sense of understanding these things. Without a word, I nodded myself. I carefully rotated around to face the copy table and used some paper towels to clean up quickly. Making a mental note to come back after close but before the cleaning crew did to dispose of the trash myself; I pulled my trousers up and glanced over my shoulder. Daph had already returned to Dog and was in the process of reviving his vitals with a spare hand and gasping as Dog bit down on one of those awesome nipples. Knowing I had work to do, I straightened myself up, did a once over and headed over to the stacks. I quickly located the file I needed and headed back downstairs, pausing briefly to take in the scene once more before I left. Facing him this time, Daph was rising and falling again on Dog's cock, she fucked him mercilessly and in turn, he chewed on her breasts to her delight. Fuck... I snapped myself to attention and strolled downstairs, acting as if I just had a horrible time finding a file. Melanie looked bored to tears and was discreetly reading a news article on the comp when I strolled up. She speed-min'd the doc and swung around to my attention. I glanced at the clock; it was about a quarter after 3. "Mel, you know... It's dead in here." She blinked slowly and added, "Yes, I would agree." I shrugged, "We're the only two people here and I have the joy of doing end of month. Tell you what, why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off and I'll watch the front desk? Consider it my treat – it's a nice Friday, go out and do something with it." Rapid blinking this time, "Ummmm... Sure Mr. Lee!!" Without barely slowing down to clock out, she was out the door without another word. I flipped the phones to night mode and settled back at my desk as if nothing was different. About another 15, 20 minutes give or take passes by and Dog Jones practically slides into a slither through the door and into his office. Checks his phone, picks up his coat and briefcase, gives me a standard, "Hi there!" nod and bolts right out the door. About 5 minutes later, down comes Daphne. Story House Story house Christina's Fame: