She leaned back with her hands on my hips, panting, "What is it baby?"
I was ashamed to tell her.
"C'mon Steven," she prodded me.
I blurted it out, "I'm a virgin."
She took my hand and kissed it, "Come with me baby let's do this right. You need to remember this forever..."
The End.
The Cost of Success
I am a successful businesswoman. Or at least I was, until he came along. I have always prided myself on my intellect, my attention to detail, and my ability to multi-task. I manage a fairly large landscape company, staffed almost entirely by men, and am generally regarded as being tough as nails. At home, it is much the same, as my husband is content to leave household management to me. My children are not quite as easy to intimidate, but nonetheless, I am always in control. Or used to be...
He applied for a job one scorching hot day in July. I was short-staffed, and behind schedule on an installation project, so was probably less selective than I ordinarily would have been. Even so, right away, I knew he was going to be trouble. He sat without asking, appeared totally relaxed, and held my eyes with an intensity that made me feel like I was the one being appraised. His references were impeccable, though, and he certainly gave the appearance of knowing his way around a shovel. He was tall, very tan, and the tight T-shirt and jeans did nothing to disguise his muscular physique. I allowed myself a quick mental debate, weighing my need for labor against my initial reaction to the man. I had an excellent track record at snap character judgments, and serious warning bells were going off here, but I persuaded myself that my personal feelings had nothing to do with his ability to landscape. I told him that he was hired, and shook his hand. Had I not already been a little anxious, the electricity that flowed between our fingers would have done it. The deadline was rapidly approaching, though, so I took him outside and introduced him to the foreman.
Over the next few weeks, I began to think that my fears had been groundless, as Jake rapidly proved himself invaluable. My foreman raved about him, and he did seem to fit in effortlessly. Landscapers are a strange bunch, and on more than one occasion, I had been forced to let people go, simply because the majority of the men refused to work with them. Jake had no such issues, and seemed to be well liked. I was quite busy with new projects, but made it to the job site at least three or four times a week to check on progress. When I did, I always felt his gaze on me, but dismissed it as normal male posturing. Even though I was the boss, I was not immune to the occasional admiring glances at my body, but knew better than to take it personally. His stare, however, was different, and always made me feel as though he could see beneath my clothing. The work was getting done, though, so I chalked it up to an overactive imagination, and went about my business.
The last week in August, the project was finally finished, the client was happy, and the check was in the bank. I had worked everyone to exhaustion, so invited them all for a round of beers at the local pub. Ordinarily, I didn't socialize with the men, but that night I felt like I could make an exception. We went right after work, so we were all in sweaty jeans and T-shirts, but the atmosphere was quite festive. I had a couple of beers on an empty stomach, which went to my head quickly. I was just thinking about leaving when I felt a prickling at the back of my neck, and turned around to meet Jake's insolent leer. Suddenly, I was aware of the super-charged air conditioning in the bar, and the fact that my nipples were hardening. I made my excuses, and beat a hasty retreat to my office, which was within walking distance of the pub.
I had work to do, I always did, but tonight my office was more of an escape, and a place to think. I paced back and forth, wondering what I should do about Jake. Could I really fire such a good worker, just because he made me uncomfortable? And if I was honest with myself, "uncomfortable" really wasn't the right word. He made me feel naked, vulnerable, and completely out of control. None of which were appropriate feelings for an employee to create in an employer. The knock on my door cut through my inner turmoil, and somehow, I knew it was him. I opened the door cautiously, ready to explain that I was busy, but he pushed his way in easily, ignoring my feeble protests. Taking a handful of my hair, he tilted my head back, and his mouth was on mine in a way I hadn't been kissed in a long time. His rough calloused hand found my breasts, and then he released my hair, and grabbing the neck of my T-shirt, ripped it in two as if it were a sheet of paper.
I work out five days a week, and am no stranger to a shovel myself, but my struggles were as nothing to this man. I would have screamed, but at this hour, no one would hear, and he knew it as well as I did. He ripped off my bra as easily as he had my shirt, and bent his head to suck and bite my nipples, holding my wrists effortlessly with one hand. Now clad only in jeans, I began to plead with him, realizing that I was powerless to stop him. His only response was to spin me around, and bend me over my desk, tying my wrists tightly behind my back with the remnants of my shirt. He reached underneath me, unbuckled my belt, and pulled it out of the belt loops with one fluid motion. Then he unzipped my jeans, and yanked them down to my knees. I heard the snick of a knife being opened, and my panties were cut off of me, as well. I heard my belt buckle jingle a split second before the doubled-up belt hit my bare bottom. I screamed, as much out of fear as from the pain, and tried to stand, but he pinned me easily to my desk with one hand, as the other swung the belt again and again.
"Beg me" were the first words he'd spoken since he forced his way into my office. His hands in my hair pulled my face off the desk, and the words were whispered in my ear. Telling him to fuck himself was probably not the smartest response, and he renewed his attack with the belt. Tears of rage and futility ran down my face, but worse, the juices began to flow between my legs as well. As if he could read my mind, he lay down the belt, and slid his fingers knowingly between my legs. "I know what you want, but you've kept me waiting all this time, so now you'll have to beg me for it."
He continued spanking me, but now he used his hand, and after every third or fourth resounding slap, he would stroke my pussy, and chuckle about how wet I was. I wanted so badly to hurt him, or at least make him stop, but that was just my ego. My body betrayed me, and my back began to arch into the blows, and my thighs opened. Finally, the word he'd been waiting for escaped my mouth of its own volition. "Please..."
"Please what, Melissa? You'll have to do better than that." The next slap was harder than ever and on that tender spot where cheek meets thigh.
"Please...stop..."
"I don't think that's what you really want, now is it?" His voice was triumphant, because he knew the answer.
"No..." I whispered, and received another hard slap, in the exact same place.
"You will address me as 'Sir' from now on!"
"No Sir. Don't stop!" There. I had crossed the line, just that easily. And from that step, it was much easier to say "Fuck me, please? Sir?" And with those two short sentences, I was his, and he knew it. He left me tied and bent over the desk, and fucked me long, slow, and hard. With one hand in my hair, he pulled my head back so that he could lean over and bite my ear lobe. The other hand alternated between twisting my nipple viciously, and slapping my already sore bottom. I have never been multi-orgasmic, but I came again and again before he finally let out a low groan and collapsed on top of me.
The rest, as they say, is history. He demanded, and received, a promotion and a raise. He now reports directly to me, and during our private meetings, I am required to kneel and service him at a moment's notice. He still bends me over the desk quite frequently, but now, I have to beg for it first. I would love to be able to say that he video-taped the whole episode, and used it to blackmail me, but I can't. His edge was that he understood me better than anyone ever had, and gave me what I needed desperately. I am in constant fear of being found out, but just like any other addict, will risk anything for my favorite drug -- total submission.
The End.
Janes First Time
Jane lo
oked up and smiled, even though she was terrified. He reached out and held her hand, pulling her up from the couch. Jane stumbled a little bit, she was always a bit clumsy. They walked through the cream carpeted living room and up the wooden stairs to the guest bedroom.
He walked into the room and turned around, kissing her softly, their lips locked together as he began to press into her. She relaxed into his arms, feeling his hands run through her hair pulling her in closer.
His hand started to slide up her cute pink vest reaching up for her bra, nervous she just stood there as he promised to show her the way. Lifting up her top, he felt the goosebumps on her skin, running his hands up her sides, feeling the smooth soft skin. So young and silky. Pulling the top over her hay blonde hair, it dropped to the ground.
He pressed her into the bed covers, nervous she was breathing heavily, anticipating what what about to come. He kneeled over her, wearing just his boxer shorts. She felt scared but excited by his prescense and power over her.
Leaning in for a kiss, he nuzzled his lips on the side of her face, lightly stroking her nipples with his hand, giving her an unexpected shudder.
His mouth moved down every closer to her nipples, she moaned softly as his lips teased her at the thought of sucking them.
Leaning back up, he placed both his hands on her beautiful C cup breasts, so full in the perfect teardrop shape, but not more than a handful. He squeezed them gently, before reaching down and teasing her pink pert nipple with his tongue. She arched her back putting more of her nipple into his mouth. Moaning softly she placed her hand on his back and dug her nails in.
He could tell she wanted it so badly. Spreading her legs with his other hand, he could feel the dampness spreading onto her inner thigh.
HIs tongue flicking backwards and forwards over the tiny rosebuds gave her an ache and longing for him while he felt his member grow ever long and hard, he pressed himself into her so she could feel his proud penis standing to attention against the moist wet pussy lips. Her wetness was beginning to soak through her delicate lace panties onto his grey boxers...
He slid down her panties over her small frame, so fragile and young, she quivered and he threw them on the floor. Knowing her dad would be home soon was an added thrill. After removing his own boxers, he climbed back onto her, feeling the tip of his throbbing cock on her tight little pussy was excrutiatingly good. He wanted her so badly, just to thrust his hard dick into that tight sweet virgin pussy, but he had to be careful not to hurt her.
Spreading her legs apart, he gently stroked her inner thigh and felt her shiver with desire. Her body ached and longed for his touch. Moving his hand further up her thigh, got him so excited he felt the precum oozing from the tip. He carefully ran a finger around her small pussy lips. Soft pink and delicate, the were beginning to swell with anticpation for the main event. This would be her first time and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed it.
Her little clit had grown in size and the soft touch of his finger was almost too much to bear as she cried out, grabbing his hand she whispered, please, please i want you.
He liked and enjoyed teasing her, so he only slid in one finger and it went in to easy she was so wet, but her tight pussy could barely manage two. he began to move his finger up and down inside her, bringing her closer to climax, before pulling out and kissing her hard.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes" Jane whispered softly, all the anxiety and nervous heightening the sensations she was feeling down below.
With his hands either side of her, he eased himself just inside her delicate mound, the tip slowly approaching her wet cave. It felt so good, the gentle touch of her on him. He got too excited and pushed his way in, breaking her virginity with on move. She cried out in pain but he continued, knowing its best to get out the way, her whimpering soon turned to soft moans as he drove himself into her, pleasuring right at the G Spot. She was overwhelmed with this feeling and wanted more.
With every thrust, he could hear her moan and it was bringing him closer to climax. He absolutely loved the sound of her soft sounds as he felt himself go deeper inside her. His throbbing cock was now wrapped up in her tight pussy, feeling so good around his shaft too. He knew now that she was literally the perfect fit for him.
The door slammed downstairs, as her father came home from work. Coming in closer to her face the held each other in their arms cradling their moans between them. He could feel her breasts against his toned torso, her nipples perfectly erect and hard.
He reached down and touched her clit, making her shudder to the extent of climax. Her body rushed into a state of orgasm, and she tensed so tightly his cock exploded in her slipper wet vagina, shooting his hot load inside her.
The End.
The Scent of Jasmine
A whole month. That was how long he had been away. Not that it had been a bad trip, Dubai was pleasant in early autumn, the food was good, the hotel decadent as only oil money can do. Even his daily gym visits were accompanied by a personal trainer.
Oh yeah, and business had been very good to him.
His wife was away herself, meaning that the house would probably be empty. Not a problem. He could catch up with his family later. After a long flight, it might be good to have the house to himself. A quick shower, a beer, maybe a dip in the pool.
The taxi made its way through familiar streets, and as it turned the final bend he could see his house between the trees. There it was, the corner window. His bedroom. It reminded him how long it had been since he had been laid.
There was the opportunity in Dubai, of course. Rumours had it that the chambermaids were more than happy to offer sex on the side. Mostly Filipino girls: cute, but lacking the sass he liked in a woman.
He tipped the driver and took his bag from the back seat. He opened the front door, noticing the alarm system was not on. He called out to his wife, then Jasmine, his daughter. No answer. Just forgetful, he supposed.
He dumped his suitcase on the bed, he could worry about it later. A shower first.
It felt good to get the hours washed off his body. As he relaxed, he noticed himself getting hard. He started to stroke himself, recalling some of the girls he had seen on holiday. But his wife would be back in a few days, best save it all for her. God, he'd explode, he laughed to himself.
House to himself, he headed downstairs in his towel. His swimming trunks would be in the laundry room where they had been kept all summer. In the kitchen he took a beer, gulped half of it quickly. He looked out the window, a good late summer sky. Still warm enough for a dip. He found his trunks, put them on. As he approached the door, a glance through the window revealed he wasn't alone after all.
In the pool was Jasmine, lying on a float. His heart warmed. She was home after all. He started to think of ways of surprising her, perhaps dive bombing next to her. Or creeping in and splashing her. As he looked closer, he noticed she was naked.
He smiled, this would be so embarrassing for her! Maybe he should announce himself to spare her. Or maybe he could...
He was stalling. Maybe it was the pent up energy, or the jet lag, but he found his eyes flowing over her body, flawless in the bright sun. She had the half-Indian colouring from her mother. Her legs were long, flowing into curvaceous hips. Her waist and narrow back, and now, as the float slowly turned, the rest of her came into view. God, how was it possible for her to have grown into such a woman? Without thinking his hand strayed to his crotch, trying to adjust himself. A protest came from some higher part of his mind... this is your daughter, Tim, for chrissakes! Maybe it was the jet lag ... or the pent up energy ... feeding a more primitive part of his mind. Just allow yourself a moment, Tim. Just one look. He imagined his hands moving over that smooth skin, feeling the hips give way to her waist... the smooth rise of her breasts... kissing her stomach... wondering what her pussy would taste like...
Wow. Yeah, better stop there. Go back upstairs and work one off.
The float continued to turn in the breeze, and with it
Jasmine came to face the house. He continued to stare, almost feeling her warmth on him. As she opened her eyes, he suddenly froze, realising what he had been doing. A moment later she saw him.
She let out a little yelp as she tried to cover itself. As she did, she lost her balance and Tim heard a muffled splash as she capsized into the pool. She came up laughing as he walked into the back garden.
"Dad! What are you doing back?" she said hiding on the far side of the float.
"Where else am I going to go, hun? Turned my study into a disco already?"
She laughed again and pointed to her black bikini on the side of the pool. He smiled and threw it to her, just short of the float.
"Turn around dad!" She said.
He walked down the pool steps. "Bit late for that, hun."
He sat on a step, sipping his beer. As he did, Jasmine lay on the edge of the float and kicked her way to her bikini. Half suspended by the float, her buttocks rose above the water level. Beautiful smooth brown orbs pulsating with each kick as she moved, glistening with the water. Yeah, just allow yourself another moment, Tim.
She turned her back to put her bikini back on. "Mum's back early as well. This evening. Sounded stressed."
"She say why?"
"No. Not really. She's been out late a lot recently."
"Must be a work thing."
They sat resting in the pool, soaking in the last of the days heat. Sometimes they spoke, sometimes just lay there relaxing. And it was in these quiet moments that Tim fought to keep his mind as empty as possible
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Dressed and alone in his study, he checked his emails. Too many. Too boring. He switched to his Chrome browser and put it into Incognito mode. He knew this was wrong, but maybe he just needed to relieve some tension. A few clicks later and he found just the right one. A young, slim Indian girl... not as busty as Jasmine, but beautiful nonetheless. He watched her play with her pussy... he skipped to the part where she began to take some guys cock into her mouth. God, she was going for it. He tried to concentrate on the girl, pushing anyone else out his mind. Yeah, its OK Tim, you're just horny. Jasmine's figure just hit some evolutionary buttons in your brain. Nothing to feel guilty about. It's why girls look like that!
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