He kept his pace slow at first despite her hips urging him to move faster and harder. He made love to her mouth, his tongue matching the movements of his hips. Her wonderful body moved in time with his, matching him stroke for stroke, urging him to take his pleasure.
With these next words from her, Monique learned an example of 'be careful what you wish for'.
She looked at him wild-eyed. "Take me as deep and as hard and as rough as you can."
He lifted her lean, long body of of the mattress, suspending her almost in mid-air, wrapped her legs tightly around his own ass, and plunged into her relentlessly, savagely, each stroke splitting her cunt farther and farther apart, his hands gripping her lean ankles in a vice-grip and spreading her legs wider and wider.
She wailed and thrashed and convulsed on the bed, one lighting strike after another exploding through her cunt, and her eyes fluttered open to see his face contorted in a wicked grin, like a carnivore of cunt devouring its prey with its massive weapon.
The louder she cried out, the harder he fucked her, his cock tip snapping against her cervix with every thrust. The bedsheets pooled into a puddle of liquid that was quickly becoming 'Lake Monique', and together they splashed around on her pond of cum.
Suddenly, John picked her up from the bed, carried her to the plate glass window and virtually threw her against the sill, his cock escaping her cunt momentarily with an audible 'squish'.
He bent her over a small circular work table and her face was only inches from the window, and he kicked apart her legs to spread them widely.
"It's time for your ass to be fucked, my sophisticated slut. And people are gonna watch it."
Monique looked out the window to see that their room was almost directly over the entrance to the hotel lobby, and when she looked down, she could see the young woman from the front desk, Jennifer, gazing up at her, slack-jawed, as she copped a quick cigarette break.
From over her shoulder, John could see what Monique saw, and this heightened his desire exponentially. "Looks like perky little Jenny is going to witness her first ass-fucking, I'll bet."
Monique spread her arms as wide as she could to brace herself against the wall and window jambs as she then experienced what felt like a flagpole penetrate her sphincter. Her asshole had already been prepared, loosened by John's expert digital administrations, so the huge cock slipped in surprisingly easily despite the girth, sloppily lubricated by Monique's cunt juice.
Monique sneered down at the young woman, who dropped her smoke and craned her neck to watch the anal fuck show in disbelief. This was Monique's sexual nirvana, being ass fucked by the biggest cock she had ever had while being watched by an envious stranger. The next sensation she felt was John's stream of hot cum pulsing into her bowels, and Monique milked each last drop with her fluttering ass cheeks, while Jennifer scurried back into the lobby.
Otis had told her about the escapades of this couple who were already urban legend, Jennifer thought to herself, running to the ladies room to seek her own relief.
John looked at his wrist watch even while his cock still twitched out the last vestiges of semen into Monique's ass. "Six-oh-five, Ms. Julian," he said, positioning his hips so that they reluctantly slid out of Monique's gaping anus, as a dollop of cum dripped to the carpet.
"Time to fly."
Monique didn't even have time to wash up, she stumbled back into her hose, skirt, sweater, pumps, and cum-stained beret. John dressed himself and hurriedly escorted her to the lobby and kissed her on the cheek as she stumbled onto Otis' shuttle van for the return ride to the airport. Otis didn't know whether to wind his ass or scratch his watch as the taste of Monique's cunt still lingered on his lips. It had cost him three hypertension capsules.
Monique hesitated on the steps of the shuttle, turned to John, and asked, "Would you be interested in coming to St. George in a few days?"
John smiled at Monique just before Otis closed the doors. "No thank you, Monique, there ain't gonna be no rematch. But you were great layover fun, thank you."
Monique dejectedly slid into the van's back seat, cum still leaking from her ass, and she immediately decided that she was going to revenge-fuck half of Utah this coming week. At the same time, John walked back into the lobby and winked at Jennifer behind the front desk.
Before heading towards the elevator, he looked to his left into the hotel bar, and saw a statuesque redhead in a flight attendant's uniform crossing her legs at the bar. She caught his stare and smiled back at him coquettishly.
He walked up to the woman, extending his hand, his cock already growing hard again beneath his pants. "Hi. I'm John, and you're lovely."
Twenty minutes later, Jennifer felt her panties moisten as John and the redhead walked past her counter on their way to Room 331, the comely flight attendant clinging to his arm, cooing, "Yes, a refreshing shower sounds like a splendid idea, Mr. Grady."
The End.
Peggy Sanders, Depraved
My name is Peggy Sanford. Right now, I am standing in the foyer of my home saying goodnight to our dinner guests, Bob and Ann Scott. The right shoulder strap of my dress is pulled down to my elbow, and my right breast is fully exposed, my nipple crinkled and engorged. With my left hand I am holding the hem of my dress above my navel, showing them my bush. I am running the forefinger of my right hand through my wet slit; every three or four passes I bring that finger to my mouth and coat it with my sex juice. As I return my finger to my cunt, I offer Bob my lips for a kiss. He kisses me; or, rather, he licks my mouth to taste me, then breaks away. We resume our conversation, planning our next meeting, the one at which I will finally get to become his slut.
Bob's right hand is behind Anne and I know that he has one, possibly two fingers inside her anus, the tight pink anus he and my husband have spent the evening penetrating. The pretty pink anus I have repeatedly kissed tonight to thank her for taking my husband's penis up her rectum. The now always available anus my husband's cock was buried in when I had my one orgasm of the night, my tongue on Ann's nipple, my needy cunt humping my own hand under my dress.
It is time for them to go. I lift my face again and this time Bob's tongue enters my mouth and stays there. He does not push it back and forth or caress the inside of my mouth with it, he just holds it in me and I keep it there acknowledging his right and my desire to have part of him inside my body. Bob pulls back slightly and I take my cue, withdrawing from his tongue but keeping my mouth firmly around it as though I were sucking his cock (God, I wish I could) until he is released. As they leave and before I close the door, I turn and lift the back of my dress, fully exposing my bottom to them, and showing my husband Bill, who is seated on the couch, the bare breast and erect nipple that have been available for them to look at.
Bill is naked, his half-erect penis lying on his thigh. I am surprised he is even half-erect, since he has ejaculated into Ann's bottom three times tonight. To get him to that last orgasm I had to help. As much as that gorgeous little slut excites him; as aroused as he gets knowing that he can take her ass (or any other part of her he wants) in front of her husband, in front of me; as tight and hot as Ann's asshole is around his cock, three times in four hours is a lot. Even after I had licked and stroked Bill to his third erection, lubricated Ann's butthole, put on his condom and held her buttocks apart for him to enter her (Bob was already fucking her mouth by this time), it was obvious Bill was laboring to get off. I put him over the edge by kneeling beside Ann, caressing Bill's balls with one hand and Ann's left breast with the other and announcing, "I really liked kissing your whore's asshole, darling. Next time, I want to kiss her bottom while you fuck her little cunt . Come in her, now, so I can lick her when you've finished." That wasn't strictly true, although it was closer to true than I was willing to admit to myself, but, after all, what are wives for?
Now, as I walk toward the couch, Bill says, "Peggy, cover your teat and show me where Bob's tongue was." Bill knows how Bob and I kiss. In fact, having Bob lick cunt taste
off my mouth and put his tongue in me at the end was Bill's idea. It is the only physical contact with Bob, and the only penetration from anyone, that I have been allowed since my "indiscretion" started all this. Having my right breast out, uncovering my bush, and showing Bob and Ann my bare ass at the end of our times together are the only occasions in the last month that anyone has seen the private parts of my body. I have even had to sleep in a nightgown, something I haven't done since high school. Worse, I am only allowed to have an orgasm by masturbating under my skirt and even then under additional conditions that require my husband to be screwing Ann, and me to be licking one of her nipples. I am restricted to one orgasm per day. If for some reason Bill doesn't get his cock into Ann in my presence that day, I go without. Some days, I have to call and plead with her to come fuck him so I can get off. It usually doesn't take much pleading; we all know how much she craves having Bill take her.
Once Bill is in her and my tongue can reach her nipple, I always come hard. Given my deprived state, I come much too quickly. Even my orgasms have become frustrating. It's not that I'm jealous that my husband is fucking his personal slut right in front of me. On the contrary, that arouses me and I delight in his pleasure of her. It's not even that I envy Ann; that she is getting fucked and I, for now, cannot be. That, somehow, is also arousing. The frustration is that I am kneeling beside my husband and his lover as they copulate, often with her husband watching, too; I am moving my head trying to keep my tongue on her bouncing nipple while frantically humping my own fingers; and no one can really see me do it. My breasts swing under my blouse, but I want them out where they can be seen, where one can slap against Bill's face as he lunges into Ann, or slide along Ann's cheek as she whips her head back and forth in ecstasy. My buttocks can be sensed under my skirt as I shove my hips forward and back, but I want the skirt off so Bob can watch my naked ass clench open and shut, the large lips of my cunt coming at times into view. My cunt can certainly be heard as I fuck myself. I am so wet my thighs are sticky halfway to my knees and my labia literally slap together as I rub my groove. My arousal can certainly be smelled; my sex scent fills the room. None of this is enough. I want my bush on full display, I want everyone there to see my lips open and close around my fingers. I want Bill to look up at me, his hand on Ann's other breast, and see me holding my labia apart to give him and Bob the fullest possible view. I must be hidden, though, under my clothes.
At least Ann is not allowed to deny me her nipple, then or at any other time. There have been times I have been so desperate for sexual contact I have begged to lick her, even if Bill or Bob aren't present. I can't suck her teat, that qualifies as penetration, so I have to be content with kissing and tonguing her. She always obliges (usually smiling sweetly and saying, "Of course, Peggy, lick me here.") then offering a breast or opening her legs, but the feel, the taste, the response of her body on my mouth and my awareness of what I am doing just increase the desperation building in my cunt. For a woman who is a confirmed exhibitionist and has been accustomed to at least one good fuck and three or four otherwise achieved orgasms every day for the last fifteen years, the last month has been torture. I know my deprivation is deserved, and I realize that I am now more intensely aroused, sexually aware, and twat-soaked than ever, but at times I believe that if I don't get something hard shoved up me immediately, I will literally go insane.
The time of my "penance" is coming to an end, now that my husband has had all of Ann and now that the four of us have confirmed, to ourselves and to each other, that we want this to continue and expand. Tomorrow night we will be together again and I will finally be free to offer myself to Bob as his eager and compliant whore. The only remaining condition will be that the setting and manner of Bob's first real penetration of my body will be entirely up to his wife, who was the one most aggrieved by my initial actions. Now, as I put my breast back into my dress and sink to my knees in front of my husband with my mouth open, my mind goes back to how I unwittingly started this. Was it really unwitting? I don't know. It doesn't matter, now.
The End.
Booty Call
"Hello?" She said, with that soft voice of hers. Answering her phone after just a couple of signals.
"Hi..." I said, hoping I had caught her at just the right time. "I was wondering if you were doing something special tonight or?"
"Or what?"
"Or if you might feel like coming over here perhaps?..." In my mind's eye I could already see her, a beautiful brunette of perfect proportions with a sweet smile and deep brown eyes that were the perfect places to drown in, before and after...
"Aha, to do what exactly?" I could hear on her voice that she was teasing me.
"Well, I thought we could... enjoy ourselves a little?..."
"Doing what precisely?"
"Succumbing to passion, I thought." Getting a bit frustrated I decided to take the direct route.
"Oh, so that's what you're planning eh?" She said, almost chuckling.
"Well, I was kind of hoping..."
"And you need me for that?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"What?"
"You know."
"That I need you?"
"Yes."
"I need you."
"Go on."
"I want you."
"Keep going..."
"I need you, I want you... I..." I just had to say it. "I yearn for you, burning. I want to feel your body next to mine, your skin. I want to touch you, caress you. I need you, now..." I was feeling so intensively horny it was taking all my concentration and effort to avoid starting to hump the sofa. Again. Feeling like a hungry dog that just wants to rub his genitals up against everything in sight.
"Now you're talking... That actually sounds rather nice..." I could hear her smiling, her voice had suddenly gotten deeper, hornier.
"So you'll come?" I felt my mood rising by leaps and bounds.
"Sure. Want me to bring anything?"
"Nope, just come as soon as possible. Please."
"Sure, just don't go off before I come."
"I won't..."
"Bye."
"Bye." I hung up feeling horny and happy, looking forward to seeing her, touching and tasting her. Every second that I had to wait for her was an eternity of torment. I just couldn't sit still.
The doorbell rang and I almost ran to open the door. There she was, smiling at me. I kissed her before even thinking about the fact that for someone that was coming from home she had on quite a bit of make-up. Eagerly helping her off with her coat I noticed that she had a dress on under it.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know I pulled you away from something." I said.
"I was just out with the girls. Besides, you're going to make it up to me, aren't you?"
"Oh yes."
"And if you don't, I'll make you." She said, grinning widely before pulling me into another kiss. Deeply kissing and pulling each other close until there was hardly a centilitre of air between our bodies. Holding each other and never wanting to let go. Our hands starting to wander. Hers down my back and then all of a sudden in under my pants and onto my bottom. God how I've longed for that feeling of her fingers and hands on my skin. Letting my hands slide down over her wonderful bum. Finding the edge of her dress and lifting it. She's wrapping her legs around me, squeezing herself tighter against me like she's riding my leg for lack of something better. Exploring under her dress I'm surprised more by what I don't find than what I do find.
"So, no panties aye?" I ask with a wide smile on my face, taking a break from our intimate kisses.
"I took them off mere moments after deciding to come see you." She says, winking at me with a big and naughty smile. With my hands fondling and groping her lovely tush I descend upon her neck, kissing it allover. The small sighs she lets out are music to my ears. The more I kiss the harder she grips my bottom, holding me firmly against her.
We stumble into the bedroom and now I simply have to help her out of that dress. Seeing h
er standing before me completely naked makes my jaw drop and my knees weak. She smiles at her impact and pushes me down on the bed, down on my back, crawling up over me. Lying there under her my rowing hands simply must taste all of her delights, wandering allover her perfect form. She unbuttons my shirt hastily and soon it's lying on the floor somewhere. Crawling down she pulls the belt out of my pants before freeing me of my pants all together. She stands smiling at me for a moment while I lay there in just my underwear. She truly is a magnificent woman and my boxers look more like a very small pitched tent than just underpants. Straining from the pressure of that part of me which wants to go out and play.
She plays with it. Gripping it through the fabric and pulling it this way and that, not so forcefully that it hurts but enough that it almost feels like I'm about to come inside my pants. Taking her arms I gently pull her up over me and into a kiss. Living and dying on her wondrous lips. Holding her close to me so that my skin will feel hers. Nipples meeting, my chest against her breasts. The more we kiss the more we grind our groins together. Simulating the sex we're just a piece of fabric away from having.
I turn her over on her back and she giggles, I just have to kiss that smile before I start my way down her body. Her many curves so enchanting it's easy to get lost. With her hands on my back and neck I kiss her bosom, some old instinct from my toddler-days making me want to kiss and lick her nipples, her breasts. Sucking gently on her exquisite hardened nipples. God how I want her. Squeezing her breasts together a little and burying my face in her bosom.
Kissing my way further down I lift her legs apart so that as I kiss and caress my way down over her tummy I can just continue out along her right leg. I could spend a lifetime worshipping just her legs. Kissing my way from the hip all the way out to the upper side of her foot. Tickling her just a little to tease her. Going back in along her left leg. Pausing I lift both of her legs up so I can kiss the calves better, the pits opposite the knees. Reaching her inner thighs with my lips as my hands caress all the way up to her hip. As my lips finally reach her bush and I gaze up at her face from my position between her legs I wonder for a second what she'ld say if I asked her to marry me. Playing with my fingers in her well-groomed bush I decide she'ld probably consider it blackmail of me to ask her now. Kissing her labia, the outer gates to her divine paradise which have already swelled and opened up for me. Tasting her I can't help but to groan with pleasure. I've been thinking and fantasising about her all day. About kissing her, caressing her, licking her and...
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