She knew just what was happening to him! She had brought this to him... and he had brought it to her in the same instant, feeling him from within and without and within!
They came together. They came for a long minute that stretched into forever. As he felt the surge of his body pumping upward into the place between her thighs, her body rhythmically grew in brightness... a bright pulsating glow that rose and fell with each pump of his body...
"OH YES, DANIEL! GIVE ME YOUR FUCK!! OH....."
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Daniel did not notice the moment the shimmering succubus disappeared through his window. He did not notice that time had started again. He did not hear the sounds in the next room:
"Oh, TINA!! God.."
SQUEAK-CREAK SQUEAK-CREAK SQUEAK-CREAK...
"You KNOW IT.. OH STEVIE!! You FUCKER! FUCKER!!! OHHH!"
He was fast asleep.
He would awaken in the morning and think it was all a dream. That is until discovering the silver cock-ring she had left for him. She had apparently slipped over the purple head of his new enormous cock for him to find... It was time for him to jerk off and start the day!
The End.
The First Meeting
I feel much the stalker watching you through the open door. Phones ring loudly and employees hustle a little quicker since you came out of your office. Your back is to me as you sign off on a package. The pen drops and I smile watching the view as you bend over to pick it up.
I take blow out a soft breath and walk in. You don't notice me as you scan the list of messages left for you. There's a soft touch on your arm and you look down into dark exotic eyes.
"Alley," you manage before your jaw hangs in disbelief. Not giving you a chance to recover, I step closer and slide my hand into yours. Without thought you pull me closer. You can feel the heat of my body and the scent of my perfume reassures your senses I am very real.
Your fingers tighten around mine and I feel my pulse quicken. My nipples tighten and a slight flush of pleasure curl inside of me. You don't want to let go, but realize the spectacle we're making and step back.
My cream silk of my blouse does little to hide my attraction. Your wrist turns up as your hand moves to touch me. You stop yourself and shake your head. You look away and curse under your breath. A look of concern fills my eyes.
"You're upset with me?" I ask. "I wanted to surprise you . . . I'm sorry. This was rather rash of me." I bite my lower lip, my gaze falls.
Hating the idea of a misunderstanding, you lift my chin with your finger and look into me. Open, unsure and vulnerable . . . needing some form of reassurance. My head tilts slightly and my lids fall as you feel my breath deepen and you become aware of my pulse close to your fingers. My tongue tastes my lips, waiting to know yours. A whispered growl escape as you lean forward, bringing your head closer to mine.
I pout as you barely graze my lips and kiss me on the cheek. "Not here," you whisper in my ear. Taking my hand in yours, you take me into your office and close the door behind us.
Once safely away from prying eyes, you lean back on your desk and stare at me. "I can't believe you're here, Alley. Would you mind if I hugged you?" you ask.
In answer, I take your hands in mine, kissing each palm before pulling them around me and settling them on my lower back. I kiss your neck, right above the collar of you shirt, flickering my tongue out to taste your flesh. I lean up on my toes and kiss your neck a little higher. "I've needed you so damn long . . . ."
You feel a hot little kiss on your ear and then the little line of flesh between your ear and face. My hands slide around your neck and my fingers find their way to your hair as I get closer to your lips.
You feel the tip of my tongue barely touch the corner of your mouth and then just the brushing of my soft lips against yours. My breath grows deeper and you can feel my excitement building.
I kiss you, willing your lips to respond to me. You could almost swear you feel me purring as you kiss me back. You try to fight back a goofy grin when you feel my back arch in your hands.
I shift my legs as a shiver of desire runs through my body. I try to press closer into you. I can't help myself and I start to undo your shirt. You feel a slight pang of conscience and step back. "What about your . . . ." you begin but I cover your lips with my finger and then my lips again.
"Let that be my sin." You don't want to stop me. You feel my fingers trembling as I undo your buttons, needing to touch your flesh. To know in reality, what I'd only been able to take in fantasy for all this time.
I pull your shirt loose from your pants and enjoy the feel of your skin. The shock of contact reminds you that your hands could be doing other things too.
I giggle as you pull my blouse apart, scattering buttons around the room. I don't care. You're not quite sure what's gotten into you but coherent thought quickly evading you as you vaguely recall employees outside. The sight of sumptuous breasts, spilling over white lace, pushes thoughts of the employees further away.
My hand slides down over your erection. Breaking our kiss, I glance down, to figure out how to get your pants undone. Letting them fall to the floor, I take your hands and guide them under my skirt into my panties. You waste little time sliding them down my legs.
It takes seconds to clear a large space on your desk. Turning me towards the desk, you push me onto it and part my thighs. Sliding between my legs, I feel your erection against my me and realize how wet I am. You slip down to your knees and bury your face in me.
My rich earthy scent and soft salty taste fill your mouth. All you can feel is the hot smooth flesh of my thighs and my essence before you. Your tongue finds my clit and coaxes it into an even more sensitive state. My fingers are in you hair, pulling, begging you . . . "oh god . . . please."
My taste, an aphrodisiac, you feel your cock swell even harder as you slip your tongue into me. Even that takes a little effort for the fit. Tight, sweet and very wet. Your dick begs to take your tongue's place.
It's all happening so quickly, but neither of us is able to slow down, let alone stop it. Unable to stop and unwilling. "I need you." is all you hear . How could you resist? You lift you head, your face covered with the evidence of my desire. I smile and reach down to wipe your cheek with my fingers, bringing them to my lips to taste.
You blink, waiting for this fantasy to disappear. But I remain there before you, straddle on your desk, your papers all over the floor, a button from my blouse resting by my hand. The bra has shifted and a dark nipple peaks out and my skirt is hunched up around my waist. My hair is loose and wavy around me, giving me even more of a wild look. All of these things are nothing compared to my eyes, dark and almost black in hunger.
My hand wrapping around your shaft shifts your attention. I pull you closer until the head of your dick is glistening with me. You replace my hand with yours and soon have my nails scratching across the top of your desk as you slide it up and down. Needing to feel flesh under my palms, I grasp your arms and dig my nails in, edging you on.
I cry out as you slip the head of your dick into me, your own groan mixing with my mine at the narrow fit. Unable to take any more of your own teasing, you kiss me and thrust deeply into me, swallowing my cry of pleasure. You have to pause, your balls begging to explode.
The sharp pain of my nails digging into your back helps bring you from the edge. "Please." You take one of my legs and pull it up a little to allow your self deeper and begin thrusting. My juices are all over your lap and the purrs and moans make it harder and harder to hold off.
I forget everything but the exquisite sensation of being filled with your cock and knowing I'd give anything to keep you from stopping. "Fuck me harder," You can almost feel me blush at the words, but the need for you is stronger.
My breath comes faster and faster and my movements become more frantic. You're aware of the claw marks on your back, but unable to feel the pain any more. You can feel your balls tightening and know you can't hold off much longer.
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sp; I get louder and louder, begging you to fuck me harder and faster until you feel me suddenly tighten around you and I cry out as the first waves of my orgasm hit me. You can't stop now and try to pull out.
My legs wrap around you. "Cum in me . . . ." You groan as you explode inside of me, the ripples of my orgasm milking you further. The pleasure hits you hard with the feeling of cumming inside of me . . . nothing between us.
As your energy all but vanishes, you lean forward and collapse on me, pushing us back onto the desk, your dick still within me. I purr softly and brush your damp hair back from you brow, kissing you.
I giggle and you feel my muscles tighten around you. "What a delightful way to meet you."
The End.
An Idea Born From Necessity
I decide to play hooky from work today. I spend the day doing self indulgent things I don't normally do; ordering a fancy coffee from the coffee shop down the block, watching retro game shows while flopped on the couch, having pizza delivered and flirting with the cute pizza boy. That afternoon I climb into bed with a trashy romance novel and a glass of wine. A few chapters in, and I remember why they call these books "porn for housewives." The sex scenes are so explicit they read like a transcript from a porno movie. I find myself flipping past the pages of thin plot and cheesy dialogue just to get to the next sexual encounter. The last scene is so hot I can feel myself getting wet as I read it. I finish my glass of wine and debate what I want to do next. I figure if today is all about self indulgency, there's only one way to cap it off.
I put my book down and reach under the bed for my box of toys. Eying my choices, I reach for the butt plug. It's great during intercourse because it makes my pussy even tighter, and between that and a cock I love how full I feel. But it's not what I want right now, so I put it back and grab my anal vibrator. It's smaller than the plug, but the vibrations are awesome. However, what I really want is to feel a cock pushing and pulling in and out of my ass. That is the most intense feeling, but almost impossible to replicate on my own. I find it hard to fuck my own ass and rub my clit at the same time. When it gets to the point when I am about to climax, it's hard for me to keep moving the vibrator. It's all I can do to keep rubbing my clit. Anything else requires more coordination than I can handle.
About to give up my fantasy of anal for today, an idea strikes me. The vibrator has a suction cup base. If I can just find a smooth surface to attach it to, I could possibly use my toy hands free. My eyes eagerly search for somewhere to mount it to. The wall has too much texture and the suction cup would never stick. The headboard isn't attached to the bed and would make quite the racket as I repeatedly slammed my ass against it. I do have neighbors, after all. The dresser, though....it's made of the same smooth wood as the headboard and since it sits up off the ground on legs, I could slide my own legs under it while kneeling and back all the way up on my toy. Excited, I jump off the bed and crouch in front of my dresser.
I stick my fingers in my mouth and wet the back of the suction cup. Judging about where my ass would line up, I plop it onto the front of the bottom drawer. It sticks. In my hurry to try my new idea, I slip my jeans and panties off in one swift movement and grab my lube. I feel silly being naked only from the waist down, so I pull my top off over my head and take off my bra. Being fully naked makes me feel even naughtier. With my left hand I check between my legs to see if I am truly as aroused as I think I am. The juice on my fingers surprises me.
Kneeling down in front of my vibrator, I squeeze some lube onto the end of it. I squeeze some more lube onto the finger of my left hand, and rub it on my asshole. I get on all fours and line myself up with the vibrator. Backing up until I feel it against my asshole, I take a deep breath and try to completely relax. I slowly rock back, impaling myself on my toy inch by inch, feeling it enter me, until I have it completely buried between my cheeks.
It's so good that I don't even want to move yet. My muscles tighten and contract around the vibrator because my body knows what is about to happen. I reach for the remote and flick the dial to the lowest setting. A quiet rumble rockets through me as a moan escapes my lips. I slowly pull forward and feel the length of the toy moving out of my ass until just the tip is inside me. Just as slowly, I push back on it and it fills me again, the vibrations making the movement even more intense. I repeat the movement, slowly rocking on all fours, fucking myself on my toy. As the sensations build, I move faster and dial up the vibrations to match my rhythm.
I shift my weight to my left hand, and with my right I find my clit. It's swollen and sensitive already. Rubbing it causes my ass to clench down on the vibrator, but I don't break my rhythm. I'm moaning loudly now, glad that I am home alone. I'm having a hard time supporting my weight on one hand so I lean down and use my forearm for leverage. My hardened nipples rub against the carpet as I rock back and forth, the sensations adding to my excitement. I rub my clit harder, bringing myself closer as I keep ass fucking myself. I can feel my muscles pulsing and know my climax is imminent.
I slam against the dresser, yelling unintelligible words as it builds. Just as I am about to come, I put both hands on the floor and push myself back upright so I can take the entire toy into my ass. My head comes up and for the first time I look at the doorway. My roommate and her boyfriend are standing at the entrance of my bedroom, completely shocked. My face reddens from embarrassment, but I'm so close I can't stop myself. I scream as my orgasm grips me, sending shock waves throughout my body. I can't take my eyes off them as I come, and they can't take their eyes off me either. I ride out my pleasure in front of them; having an audience making it even more intense. Finally it breaks as I let out one final shout and collapse on the floor. When I am able to catch my breath I look up at the door. Once again, I'm alone.
The End.
Taking Tanya's Picture
My name is Tanya, and I'm a chat room addict.
It all started last year when I went on Facebook to reconnect with friends from all stages of my life. It was so much fun to find people and update each other on what had been happening in our lives. And that's when I started to chat.
Chat really opened up the world for me. Faster and easier than a phone call. You could even chat while on the computer doing work or other stuff. Chat with friends all over the country and see their pictures. So I really got into it big time.
Soon I was chatting not just with old friends but with old lovers as well. Discussing the old times and fun we had when we were younger and much more adventurous. I found it easy to to say things I would never say out loud in a conversation. I found out that most if not all men love to chat about sex and soon we were discussing in detail our sexual escapades from the past. And what would happen if we saw each other today. Lots and lots of sex talk, mostly fantasies but with some real possibilities. I liked it... a lot.
But everyone gets busy with their lives and soon my Facebook friends weren't enough for me. I wanted more friends to chat with and maybe even chat about sex and sexual fantasies. It really turned me on and with my kids grown and out of the house, I was ready to heat my sex life up again. So I started looking for other chat rooms where I could make more chat buddies.
I found out rather quickly that lots of the adult chat rooms were very pornographic and I got pinged all the time and couldn't follow any of the conversations. If that guy would just stop asking everyone if they wanted to see his 13 inch cock every 15 seconds, maybe I could make sense of it all. So I kept looking and finally found a few chat rooms in web sites that had less than 20 people on them with real conversations. Maybe some were risque, but that was what I was looking for, after all.
I started making new chat friends. Some were nice. Some propositioned me and if I said no they went away (which was fine with me). Most were happy to have a woman to chat with that would talk about sex. My sex life at home was getting better and more frequent. I'm married and as in all marriages, our sex had gotten complacent and stale. But chatting was turning me on and I put all that extra
sexual energy into my marriage.
Now on some sites, people put up pictures of themselves. Some are tasteful nudes, some are erotic, some are way too explicit and some are drawings. So I decided I wanted a picture I could put up. Maybe something partially clothed, showing some parts, but tasteful and not showing my face. I thought I could be wearing some sexy lingerie or something like that.
I tried to take pictures of myself, but they just weren't very good and not at all what I wanted. Besides I didn't really have anywhere to pose that had a good, unidentifiable background. I knew my husband wouldn't like me taking these pictures, let alone putting them up on the internet. He knew I chatted sometimes with old friends but had no idea of the sexual content of my chats. So I obviously couldn't get him to take my pictures.
I didn't want to get involved physically with my new chat buddies. I had never met any of them and wanted to keep it that way. I wasn't looking for a new relationship, just some stimulating conversation. And I would have to really trust someone to have these kind of pictures taken of me. It was a dilemma.
I did have one past lover that I chatted with regularly. We hadn't seen each other in 20 years and we were both happily married. We had chatted about possibly getting together because Paul didn't live too far from me, but we had never followed through. So I started thinking and wondering if I could get him to take my pictures. I knew it would be a risk because in our chats we were always talking about how we would love to explore each others bodies. Our relationship all those years ago had been explosive sexually and I know we both wondered what it would be like if we got together now. But I had never cheated on my husband and I didn't think I wanted to go down that road.
Time went on and I kept thinking about my pictures. I knew just what I wanted to wear... I have a few pieces of lingerie that I thought I looked really good in. I just needed someone I trusted to help me pick the best outfit and then take a bunch of pictures And with digital cameras, I figured I could have lots of pictures taken from different angles and then decide which ones were the best. Then I could erase the pictures I didn't want and keep the ones I liked. I figured if I could talk Paul into doing this, I could let him keep a few of the more risque pictures if he liked them. You know, the ones I would never post or reveal to anyone.
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