by Iona Nixon
I couldn't take it any longer. I turned and looked at him straight in the eye. He had the same amused expression. He moved his hand from the arm rest onto my face. His fingers touched my cheek. "Can I kiss you?"
His lips were on mine before I responded. He kissed me softly at first before his tongue met mine. I inhaled sharply. He had me pinned on the couch with left arm around my waist and the other holding my neck. His thumb caressed just below my ear as he put his lips on my neck. I never felt more aroused. The wetness in my shorts grew by the second.
His lips moved sucking softly on my skin. His left hand was working its way up my shirt. I started squirming with anticipation. He cupped my breasts while they were in my bra. His thumbs were working on my nipples. They were sore from being aroused for so long. He pulled up my tee over my head and paused to smile at me. It did look like he liked what he was seeing. His left palm was rubbing my side as he used the other to tug down my bra to expose my left breast. He was facing the perky nipple. He blew warm air on it before his lips lowered on it. It was unbelievably pleasurable. My eyes rolled back as his other hand started working its way up my thigh. The heat waves grew more intense in my body.
I shifted my palms from his shoulder to claw him gently as I moved to his jeans. He paused and grabbed my breasts. He slid beneath to undo my bra and quickly got it out of the way. My breasts were out there in all their glory with their little peaks almost quivering. I clawed my way up on his chest. I rolled him to his side and put my thigh between his legs. I climbed over as he fondled my breasts. I slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. I sucked on his neck as he grabbed and pressed my body against his bare chest.
I smiled and lifted my head from his neck at the sight of a huge hickey that was growing darker. I felt his hands grab my ass. He worked his way to the front to undo the button on my shorts. I could feel his hard-on through his jeans. I reached down and stroked it before grabbing it. I hooked my fingers down his jeans. I undid the button and unzipped him slowly as I reached inside. He was in black boxers. I slid down his jeans and moved down on him. I was an inch from his engorged penis. I kissed it from outside his boxers. I used both my hands to free it. I looked at him in the eye before licking his entire length with the tip of my tongue. His eyes rolled back into his head as I took his whole length and closed my lips on it as I pulled out. He lifted himself halfway and grabbed my waist to pin me down.
He slid his hand into my shorts as he kissed my mouth. I shuddered as his fingers started rubbing down around my clit. He used his other hand to slide down my shorts out of the way. His penis touched the inside of my thigh. I couldn't wait to have him inside me. He lowered himself into position and pulled on a condom which was in his wallet. I knew then that the evening wasn't entirely unplanned.
He parted my thighs and pulled my thong to a side. His fingers tested the wetness. He grinned at me when he realized I was wet enough to allow his huge penis to glide easily into me. He buried his head into my neck as he slowly slid his boner into my swollen wet pussy. I arched my back in pleasure.
His arm was wrapped around my waist and the other was fondling my breasts as he pumped into me. Every inch of my body tingled with excitement. He pushed himself deeper and deeper each time. I wrapped my leg around his back as he pushed one last time. I bit hard on my lip to stifle an orgasmic scream. Our bodies shuddered together as I felt a warm fluid pump out of him. I had never felt something like it! He pulled out his still-huge boner out of me and held me tight. I was too drained to hold on to him.
He kissed my ear and whispered "I like you! I have wanted to do this for over a month now!"
I grinned at him and replied "Looks like I did too!"
The End.
Commando
Me: Be there in 30 mins
Pet: come straight dwnstrs.
Me: K
I threw on my shoes and headed out the door. It wasn't a long ride and I couldn't wait to see him again. My body was on fire. I was wearing his favorite; a tiny lace thong with matching front close bra, a tight t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. I was wet just thinking about him. I was lucky and didn't catch any lights. I pulled in to the driveway, hopped out, and walked up to the door. He must have been just as anxious as I was because the door opened as I reached out for the door knob. His hand wrapped around my wrist and he pulled me into the house. His lips pressed against mine. I fell back onto the closing door. Our tongues danced and his hands found their way up the front of my shirt. I could feel the desire in his touch. He needed me, but it was a base, desperate need.
"I got here as fast as I could." I mumbled as his lips pressed against my neck.
He inhaled deeply and sighed, "You smell amazing. I love it." He kissed my neck again and then looked into my eyes.
"Any chance I could get a cup of coffee?" I giggled and he let out an over exaggerated sigh.
He started making coffee and I went into the cabinet to grab 2 mugs when I felt him behind me. He nuzzled the back of my neck and his hands went back up the front of my shirt. He unhooked my bra and I could feel it in my clit when he slid the slippery material of my bra away from my skin. The feeling of my shirt against my already hard nipples was almost electric. A soft moan escaped my lips as his fingers gently caressed the sides of my breasts.
"I want you." He breathed into my ear. His warm breath gave me goose bumps. "But, I want to tease you first." He slid his hand down the front of my jeans, not bothering to unbutton them. His fingers slipped easily into my already wet pussy and he realized I was wearing his favorite; a thong. His finger slowly but firmly circled my throbbing clit and I moaned. He kept it up for a few minutes, my body was becoming jello in his hands. I felt my knees start to tremble and his grip on my body got tighter. He pulled his fingers from me and rubbed my pussy again through my thong. "I want you to do it. And then I want these."
"Tell me why you want them?" I panted, my fingers rubbed my clit through the thin fabric.
"I want to use them after you leave. I want to smell you." He whispered in my ear, his fingers played with my nipples pinching and caressing them, heightening my pleasure.
"Tell me... what... will you do... after I leave." My words were coming in short gasps as my fingers continued to work my clit.
"I'm going to rub my cock while I smell your panties."
That's all I need to hear. My body tensed and I came. I fell back onto him and he laughed. With his hands on my hips, he turned me to face him and he kissed me.
"Coffee's ready." He chuckled and reached past me into the cabinet pulling out 2 mugs. I caught my breath while he prepared my coffee just the way I like it. We sipped in silence for a few moments, then he glanced at me over the rim of his cup and I could see the desire in his eyes. I put my mug on the counter, walked towards the basement door, and looked back at him over my shoulder. He set his mug on the counter and I ran down the stairs giggling. He chased after me stopping in his tracks when he reached the bottom of the stairs. I'd had just enough time to get my jeans and panties down and to bend over the couch just outside his office. He whistled through his teeth at the sight of my bare ass waiting for his hard cock. I heard his zipper and the rustle of denim just before I felt his hands on my hips and his cock slide into my pussy.
"You have an amazing ass." He grunted thrusting his cock deep into me, forcing me to draw quick shallow breaths. His palm pressed firmly against my back, between my shoulders bending me over the arm of the sofa. "I could fuck you for days." He said slowly slipping his thumb into my ass. The sensation was exquisite. I bucked back against him, pushing more of his thumb into my ass. My moans were coming closer, his grunting became more feral and his pace quickened. We were both close, but I didn't want it to happen there. I knew that he wanted me in his office, so that when he worked he could remember me bent over his chair, ass in the air. Or, when work became to be too tedious, he could close his eyes briefly and see me in his chair legs spread over the arms, my fingers spreading my slick lips exposing my hard littl
e clit for his tongue.
"Stop," I panted, "not here." I took his hand, led him to his desk, and bent over.
"You dirty little minx." He grunted and slid his cock back into its warm, wet, sheath.
"This is where you wanted me isn't it? All those dirty little messages you sent me telling me how much you wanted to see me bent over your desk, ass in the air for your taking." My words came ragged as he thrust hard, fast and deep. I could hear it in his breath and in the moans that he allowed to escape, because I needed to hear them, that he was going to cum. I pushed back against him as he pulled me back hard and I could feel his cock pulse with his release. He collapsed on top of me, panting. After a few moments, he stood and helped me up.
"Those are mine." He said snatching my panties from my hand before I could put them on. I felt our cum dripping warm, down my leg as I reached for my jeans.
"It has been years since I went commando." I giggled as I pulled up my jeans. He laughed, slapped my ass, and we headed back upstairs.
"I feel so dirty not wearing any panties. I feel even naughtier because I can feel my lips sliding along the seam because your cum is dripping out of me." He was holding me in his arms by the front door as I told him how naughty I felt. He laughed again. It was a deep chuckle.
"Time to get back to work." He kissed me and opened the door.
I never mind being his booty call. He always makes sure I leave with a smile.
The End.
More Cleavage Than He Bargained For
He looked down at his ever expanding cock. "It's hard finding a good maid," Arman said quietly under his breath.
Here he was again stroking his erection while more beautiful women danced in front of him. This was the third night in a row and the 10th strip club he had been to and he still hadn't found the perfect woman. He watched the succession of strippers in front of him, thinking how he would have to check out the next city over, when there she was.
He did a double take. It was her. She was perfect. He couldn't believe his eyes. A gorgeous hispanic woman stood before him on the stage. Her large, extremely beautiful breasts swayed and jiggled seductively as she danced slow and sexy to the music playing overhead. She gave off a scent of class and sophistication. It was an aura that so many strippers didn't have. Her beauty was staggering. Her breasts were definitely augmented. She had a slim waist and stood nude with only a band of jewels around her hips. Her breasts were so big, but they looked natural and her nipples were so ripe. Arman grabbed some napkins knowing this delicious find mixed with her sexiness was going to put him over the top. Three minutes later the napkins soaked up his excitement.
He got up from his booth and edged to the stage. Seeing money in his hand she edged closer to the end of the stage almost putting her enormous breasts in his face, He gulped. How he longed to suck and lick those breasts. He knew his employer would too.
He spoke loudly above the music. "Meet me in the lounge after your show and I'll give you $500 for just talking to me," he offered.
"Yeah, sure," was her reply eyeing the $500 while thinking she had nothing to lose.
They met at the bar. She was around 30 with long curly black hair. Her top barely hid the beauty of her double D, succulent cleavage.
"What's your name," he asked.
"They call me Didi," she replied coyly.
She was sweet. He knew instantly she was perfect but could she convince Didi. His explanation was long and detailed. She would become the head maid. Her wage would be huge, plus bonuses, and all he wanted was 10 % of her wage for protecting her. All the maids under her would do the grunt work and she could fill out papers and make lists of things for them to do, plus supervise and pleasure herself discreetly for the eyes of her boss. Those were her duties.
He looked into her beautiful eyes looking for a reaction to his offer. She grabbed him and kissed him full on the lips.
"Yes, yes, yes," she responded, so happy to have the opportunity get out of the Strip Club.
Didi was definitely ready for an adventure far away from here. Having a lot of money was something she didn't have and definitely wanted.
Arman brought her to the estate. Her mouth dropped in awe of the beauty of the grounds and the amazing house before her. She looked down at her sexy maid's uniform making sure all the buttons were done up properly and nothing was showing. When Arman saw her, he covered her with a shawl to hide her ample assets.
When they arrived they were introduced to Artie and Marina. Marina, being in charge of household staff, had given Arman the job of finding a new effective head maid. Didi handed Marina the resume that her and Arman had worked on together. Marina was impressed.
"So you worked for the Harrington's in Cape Cod," she exclaimed smiling, "How admirable."
She knew they were perfectionists. Didi's resume was impressive.
"Do her credentials check out?" Marina asked.
Arman nodded.
"Good, then show her around. I trust your judgement Arman."
Marina said, eager to get out of the house for her morning jog, oblivious to Didi's beauty since she hardly ever really looked at the staff. Marina was convinced that Arman was her loyal and trusted assistant and would always do what was best for her. Unbeknownst to her, her dear husband had deeper pockets than her, and Arman didn't mind having his pockets lined, at all.
With the 10% from Marina's enormous paycheck and his finder's fee bonus from Artie, he would definitely be able to buy that yacht his girlfriend had her eye on. With a sigh he looked at Didi's beautiful hot, sexy, body remembering how beautifully she danced and how hard his cock got thinking of sliding between her luscious tits and fucking them like crazy. Smiling, he wondered if maybe he could make a side deal with her.
The day she met Artie, Didi was leaning over a desk in her sexy maid's outfit showing off her sexy ass. He stood in the doorway admiring the way her sexy round ass filled in the uniform; her cheeks just poking out of the constraints when she stretched to dust the picture. He thought of how he would love to walk up behind her and shove his thick cock all the way up that sexy ass of hers. Her waist was so tiny. He could tell he wanted her before she even turned around.
Then she turned around. Artie nearly came in his pants seeing the way her beautiful breasts pushed against the fabric, straining to be released. How he longed to see those tits, to feel them, to nuzzle them.
"I'm very pleased to meet you," he said politely with a big smile.
His government job meant his indiscretions had to be discreet and quiet. Paparazzi followed him everywhere. This was the only place he had hopes of enjoying the company of a beautiful woman; in his home.
Didi immediately liked the man before her. She could see the appreciation in his eyes for her beauty. She knew he was very rich and her salary was extremely generous. She thought of the fine jewelry he might give her and it turned her on. This was one job she didn't want to mess up.
"Close the door," she whispered, smiling beautifully.
Artie closed it and locked it behind him knowing his wife was on her morning jog. Didi looked at him seductively licking her lips slowly unbuttoning her cute maid's outfit. Three buttons in he heard his wife calling him. He cursed, unlocked the door and slipped into the hallway. He was halfway down the stairs before she reached him.
"Yes, my beautiful wife, what can I do for you?" he asked with a sincere look in his eyes.
Luckily, seeing her made his erection go soft, and quickly. She talked to him about her jog and plans for dinner with friends the following evening. Artie kissed Marina on the cheek, got in his car and drove to work.
He went through the day mechanically fulfilling his role while day dreaming of Didi and the possibilities ahead. That night his dreams were filled with vivid and exotic lust filled romps.
The next morning Marina was surprised at what a good mood her husband was in. It had seemed the pressures of the job were taking their toll on him. She suggested he take a day off sometime. Marina called for Ar
man and received her daily agenda. She glanced over the contents that included her morning jog, a tennis lesson with Stephan, followed by a luncheon for a charity in the afternoon.
"I'll get ready at the gym so I'll see you at dinner at the Andersons at 5:00 p.m.," she said giving Artie a peck on the cheek as she left.
Artie smiled at her deciding this was a good day to take off work.
He made a mental note to remind Arman to give him a copy of Marina's daily schedule. Artie was sure Arman wouldn't mind, since he was making two pay checks. Good thing his accountants got a kick back too, Artie thought. Marina didn't suspect a thing. He thought of the luscious gift Arman brought him and felt the beginnings of a hard on. Didi was perfect.
They met in hallway. She followed him to a deserted wing on the estate. Arman stood near the entrance to the wing, making sure there would be no interruptions.
Artie felt shy, like a school boy, when they finally closed the door and took a good look at each other. He looked her in the eyes pushing her softly against the linen closet with his strong hands. Artie's hands went straight to Didi's breasts. With her maid's outfit still on, he started running his hands up and down her beautiful tits while fondling, pinching and squeezing them, like he couldn't get enough.
"Is this okay," he asked gruffly, not really knowing what Arman had arranged.
"More than okay," Didi purred in a sweet, sultry voice.
The beauty of her big tits was driving him crazy with desire. He watched her take one hand and slowly open the buttons. Her other hand went to stroke his hardness through his jeans. She smiled when noticing how nice and big he was. Once her maid's top was off he realized he was looking at the most beautiful set of tits he had ever seen. He felt his mouth salivate. Her violet lace bra and extraordinary cleavage was more than he could take.
"Do you like," she said, removing her bra and gently raising her breasts. She looked at him sweetly and slowly fondling her big rosy nipples until they stood straight out.