Sara was the first to break the silence. "I have to ask you something. Do you think I'm some kind of crazy slut for asking you to bring me here?"
"Not at all I," I assured her. "I think you're a lonely woman in need of love and affection. I'm just glad to be the lucky guy you chose to spend the afternoon with."
"I've thought about this day many times over the last couple of years but never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine it would really happen. In fact I still can't believe I'm here with a man I barely know in a hotel room fixing to make love."
I kissed Sara again and gently let my hand glide up and down her back. As we continued to kiss I was surprised when her hand began to creep down my chest and stomach and methodically work its way under the waistband of my boxers. Her fingers slid through my pubic hair and gently made their way to my cock. We continued to kiss and nibble at each other as Sara's fingers lightly skimmed up and down the length of my pulsating shaft. I could feel a hint of hesitation in her touch. It was as if she was touching a cock for the very first time. Surly she had touched her husband's cock, hadn't she?
As we continued to kiss I run my hand over her left breast. It was very firm and her skin soft and tender and warm to my touch. As my fingers playfully caressed her nipple Sara grasped my cock and began to stroke it. I moved my hand to her other breast as she continued her somewhat naive assault on my willing member.
As I kissed my way down Sara's stomach toward her panty covered treasure my movement forced her to release my cock. With one swift motion I positioned my self between her legs and with my hands on her thighs I nudged her legs apart with my head and nibbled at her silk covered pussy. No sooner than I began I felt her hands grasped my head and she pushed me away.
I looked up and Sara was blushing noticeably.
"What is it honey?" I asked as I slowly assumed a sitting position.
Her face was beet red and she was barely able to speak. "I've never had anyone do that to me before. You know down there."
"If it makes you uncomfortable and you want me to stop its okay," I assured her.
"I'm not sure," she said with a hint of hesitation in her voice. "It's just a little embarrassing that's all."
"Sara, nothing we do in this bed should be embarrassing," I assured her.
My words must have reassured her because Sara raised her hips and slowly began to push her panties and down her legs. As she tossed them onto the floor she parted her legs willingly and raised her knees giving me total access to her freshly shaved pussy. I eagerly pushed my face between her thighs once again. With my hands resting on either side of her stomach I let my tongue float up and down the very warm and tender lips of her amazingly wet pussy. As my tongue pushed and parted her moist lips I could taste her sweet subtle juices. When my tongue found its way to her hidden pearl I felt her shiver. I pulled the delicate hood back and gently swirled my tongue over her shiny engorged clit.
"Oh God, that feels so good, don't stop," Sara cried out as she placed her hands on either side of my head and pulled me into her.
As I continued my gentle attack on her clit I inserted a finger in to her pussy. God was she so wet and warm on the inside. Slowly I began to slide my finger in and out of her hot little cunt. She shuddered slightly and grasped my head tighter as I pushed a second finger into her. I could feel her pussy contract and squeeze my fingers tightly and I sensed Sara was about to cum as I pumped my fingers deep inside her. And I was right. Suddenly she arched her hips high and bucked upward three or four times before freezing in mid air momentarily. She gave out a long soft sigh and quickly collapsed down onto the bed. I pulled my love coated fingers from her pussy, and gently licked her swollen lips savoring her taste one last time before removing myself from between her thighs and lying down beside her.
Once Sara had regained her composure she rolled over and placed the upper half of her body across my chest. Without hesitation she kissed me ingesting her juices that still lingered on my lips and in my mouth.
"God, I can't believe how good that felt," Sara said with a coy look on her face. "I can't believe what I've been missing."
"The pleasure was all mine," I told her with a smile.
"Ben, this isn't easy for me to say, she said blushing once again. "Ben, I want you to fuck me anyway you want to."
My cock was about to exploded with anticipation. The thought of being engulfed by Sara's warm little cunt had me mesmerized. I rolled her over onto her stomach and instinctively she positioned herself on all fours. Hopefully this was one of those new positions she longed to try. As she lowered her head to the bed and arched her backside into the air I was afforded a view of her obtruding labia and the brown puckered opening to her forbidden zone. I stroked my cock a couple of times and slid it up and down the cheeks of her ass before letting it drift down to her velvety lips where her warm juices coated the head of my throbbing member. As I pushed against her soft cum-coated opening her cunt slowly sucked my cock inside. Her pussy was like heaven. Warm and juicy, and wrapped around my throbbing cock like a tight fitting glove.
As I pushed my cock deeper, she began to move with me pushing back as I quickened my pace. As I continued to thrust harder and deeper into her love tunnel I ran my hands up and down her back spontaneously. When she raised her head I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it tight as she began to buck wildly and flay her head from side to side moaning inaudible words of passion. Soon my cock was hitting the bottom of her tight little cunt as I plunged recklessly harder and deeper with each stroke.
"Oh Goddamn, fuck me Ben, deeper, harder baby," Sara moaned.
And I obliged her. Still gripping her hair as if I was pulling the reins on a wild mount, I continued to ram her pussy hard and deep, slapping my balls against her ass.
"You like to be fucked from behind don't you baby," I said with a muffled groan.
A long bellowing "fuck," was all she could manage before her pussy exploded contracting tightly around my pulsating cock.
As my balls began to ache I knew I was fixing to cum too. Soon my cock erupted, shooting most of my load inside her. As I pulled out of her cum flooded cunt I let the remaining liquid drip onto her backside. I slowly milked my cock until every last drop of cum had oozed out. As I massaged my man lotion into the warms cheeks of her ass, Sara brought her right hand to her quivering pussy, dragging her fingers over her creamy lips coating them with my freshly deposited cum. Exhausted we both collapsed onto the bed. As Sara lay quietly beside me, one by one she licked each finger clean.
I was hoping for another round of love making when Sara said she should probably be going. I was disappointed but I wasn't about to let it show.
She gathered up her clothes and went to bathroom to get dressed. When she returned she looked relaxed and satisfied.
"Ben, I don't know what to say. It was great and you made me feel very special," she said with a smile.
"Sara, you are a very special woman and you made me feel very special too."
We walked to the door and held each other and shared one last kiss. As I opened the door and she started to walk through it she paused and handed me a piece of paper.
After closing the door I opened the note and it had her name and number on it. It also had "thanks for such a lovely afternoon," Sara.
The End.
Therapy
So you wear a mini-skirt. So the hair of your cunt is visible to passersby. So the occasional one sticks out a finger or a cock or dildo. Against your lips. Rub rub. Feel the tingle. Gasp as the hard object is inserted. Hope for another against your tonsils. Warm, moist, salty. Maybe the surveillance camera is turned on you. Rejoice. You're on the internet. Famous. Raucous. Lewd. Lift your shirt now. Don't be shy.
Bright, hard nipples. Firm to the touch. Goosebumps sit atop goosebumps, red bumpy pillars of love. Cup the light, soft flesh beneath. Lift, girl, lift.
The man comes at you. He is perfection, or your projected image of perfection anyway. Yes, the computer's that g
ood. Sculpted abs. Chest broad, but not grotesquely so. The light stride of a dancer. He wears no shirt of course. Ridiculous on this busy street, but no more so than your shocking display of swollen cunt lips. At least he's wearing pants.
Or is he? His legs are covered, but more in mesh than any fabric worth the name. You can see his purple head, now that he's come close enough, straining to break loose of the spider web that cocoons his legs. You've always wanted to date a man with the good taste to wear silk.
He stares at your chest, a smile playing at the corners of his eyes.
Reddening, you drop your shirt, but he catches it before it can shade you from his gaze. He rubs it between his fingers, and it's gone.
His fingers are deliciously chill. Against your sides, inching up your ribcage, taking firm hold of your collarbone. You pull away, but not so hard that you run the risk of success. As you arch your back, your nipples strain towards his palms. He evades. And a sigh -- born of frustration yes, but more than that, of anticipated fulfillment, escapes your lips.
His fingers dance. Down your arms. Resting in the crook of your elbow. A quick jump to the fabric waist of your skirt.
You lean forward, dangling temptations that no man -- no hand -- has ever resisted.
He smiles. You know you've met your match.
But before you can turn away, he reaches down and lifts your skirt. Your skirt that hardly needed lifting. His hand makes quick firm contact with your cunt.
Your nipples pout.
Tearing. Tearing through white silk mesh. All to get at that? Why? You almost ask yourself. But then you make contact, and you know why.
You knock him off his feet. His cock stands vertical now, wisps of cloth sticking to the moistened tip. You don't bother to remove them. With a triumphant cry you sit.
He moans. His eyes roll back in his head. Blindly, he reaches out with chill, chill fingers. Your breasts perk up. He traces circles around the tips, gives a quick squeeze, then returns to feather light touches. Enough. You lean back beyond his reach.
You pull up and almost off. It's his turn to pout. But not for long. He thrusts. You rise higher. He lifts higher to meet you, and higher still.
So you give up. Sitting back down feels more like victory than defeat. Not that you're thinking at this point. Up, down, up, down, you let him rub and touch and bring you to the brink. Then beyond. And yet you do not stop. Not now, not ever.
Rhythmic hopping. Sore, yet soaring. It continues endlessly. Then the thirty second light goes off, and you know your time is almost up.
He knows too. His brow furrows and he reaches out. You tense, your breasts are sore, but you will endure. He doesn't go there. Instead, he touches your cheek. Yes, that cheek. "My love," he whispers. "Oh my love." Then one last, great thrust. He shoots so deep you think you can taste him. And with one final shudder you, too, are finished.
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Straighten your floor-length skirt. The frills lift suggestively, revealing nothing more than a scuff on your sensible shoes. You walk home, purposefully, to the children who await your responsible guidance. This is your life. Your reality. Your passion. You only endure the simulation because the auto-doc makes you do it. It's on a misguided quest to re-center your balance. To make you something you are not, and could never be. That bucket of bolts has a screw loose, you decide. It's sicker than it thinks you are.
So why does a decidedly unmotherly tingle electrify you just beneath your womb?
The End.
Kirsten
I met her at work. Her name is Kirsten, and she turned out to be the best lover that I ever had.
I was working one night at the hospital where I work as an orderly, and I got a call from my supervisor. She told me that I was training a new orderly starting tomorrow, and that I was to show her the ropes real fast as we were now short an orderly because one had just quit.
I told my boss to tell the new person to meet me at the staff door at 3:00 p.m. So that I could show them around and get them started.
The next day I was standing having a smoke when this short cute girl walked up to me and said "Are you Tim?
I said "Yes and you are?
She responded, "I am Kirsten, the new orderly."
I looked at her and thought this girl will never be able to do this job, she is too small and Christ she must be 18 years old. Was I ever wrong. She took to the job real quick and she could work just as hard and do everything that I could do. We worked well together and soon we worked as a real team.
She was a bit of minx and would tease me all the time. She would wiggle her ass at me, and blow me kisses when we were leaving work. She even grabbed my ass a couple of times when we were alone in an elevator or something like that.
The first time she did that, I told her that if she could do it to me then that left the door open for me to do it to her. She responded, "Anytime you want."
One day we were working in the store room putting stuff away and I was standing behind her helping her put a heavy box on shelf above her head. When we got it up she pushed back against me and wiggled her ass on my leg. As she did she moaned, and then giggled.
Well the fooling around gave me plenty of stuff to dream about at night. She was cute and loved to tease.
About three months in we were called to the ER one night. When we got there we were informed that there was a major accident on the freeway and we were going to get slammed. I knew what to expect and told Kirsten that we were just to stay out of the way and run for anything that they needed. It was going to get crazy in a hurry.
About ten minutes later, the ambulances started to arrive and we ended up with 12 people in the trauma rooms. The doctors and nurses were screaming orders and everything was chaos. It went on for a couple of hours and unfortunately we ended up losing 9 of the people. Two of them were kids under six.
After the shift was over Kirsten looked really messed up and I asked her if she wanted to get a drink before going home. She agreed and we headed for the nearest bar.
After we got our drinks, we sat at a table and she asked, "How do you handle it? I mean nine people dead and two of them kids, and you just seemed to keep going and not even notice."
I told her, " It bothers me but I hold it in till later. Once things settle down I let it out in my own way. You have to learn to control it or it will eat you up and destroy you."
We talked for about an hour and she seemed to be better. I gave her a lift home and as she was getting out of my car, I gave her my number and told her to call if she needed to talk.
Thank God, we were both off the next day. I slept till about ten and was puttering about the house when she called.
I talked to her for a few minutes, and she asked if she could come over because she needed to talk again. I told her to come over and gave her my address.
She lives just a few blocks from me and was there in about ten minutes. When she got there she looked a whole lot better than she had the night before. When she came in to the apartment, she said, "I need a hug, a long strong hug." I wrapped my arms around her and just held her. She sighed and just stayed in my arms.
After hugging her for about five minutes, I let her go and she pulled my face down and gave me a kiss. "Thank you, I needed that so bad. My boyfriend is a bit of jerk when it comes to things like that. He just says suck it up and forget about it."
I told her, " Never forget about it, but put it away until you can deal with it."
She just came over and gave me another hug. I wrapped my arms around her again and just held her. She looked up into my face and I think we just knew that we would kiss. When we did it was a long passionate kiss that was everything a man could want.
We kept kissing and her hands started to rub my ass and were soon squeezing it. I started to rub and squeeze hers and she was kissing me harder and harder.
When our kiss finally broke, she said, "Take me to bed, I want you."
I never said a word and just led her to the bedroom. When we got there
we started to neck and were pulling each others clothes off in a panic. When we were naked we fell on the bed and started to carress each other and our hands were roaming every where and it seemed all at the same time.
We finally broke our kiss and she said, "It is just going to be oral, I won't have intercourse with you, that is for my boyfriend." With that she kissed her way to my cock and started to give me the best blowjob I had ever had. She licked my cock from one end to the other nibbling at times, kissing at times and finally she sucked it into her mouth. She had a small mouth and it took time but she got it all in. She was amazing, taking me close and then let me go down and bringing me up again and letting me down, she did this for about ten minutes, and I was about to scream when she finally took me over the top. I came hard and she sucked every last drop out of me.
When she finished me off she climbed up and kiss me. I knew that I was going to eat this babe till she came at least three times. I wanted to taste her pussy so much.
I kissed my way to her pussy spending about ten minutes on her tits. I finally got to her pussy and the smell was amazing. It had a bit of musky odor but was so heavenly I just dived right in. I started to lick her labia and she was soon squirming. I licked my way to her clit and sucked it hard. She was now starting to moan. It didn't take much longer and she was cumming hard holding my head against her pussy. I just kept sucking and she finally started to come down and relax again.
I conitnued to eat her and she came about three more times. When I was finished I climbed back up and kisses her hard and deep.
She looked at me and said, "We should do this again."
I told her, "Anytime."
Well she left but we set another oral date. We continued to have oral sex about five or six times a month. This went on for about four months and I couldn't be happier. The only thing was that I wanted to fuck her so bad. I knew she would be tight as I had felt how tight she was when I had fingers in her.
Well, I finally got my wish. One day, after she had given me her usual amazing blowjob, she climbed back up and she straddled me. She was rubbing her pussy up and down my cock and I could feel it getting real wet.
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