by Zane
I gave you a devilish grin and then we followed the maître d’ to the table. You put your hand on the small of my back as we were walking, and it gave me goosebumps. After all this time, even your touches arouse me.
All the others were already seated at the table when we arrived. We did the usual greetings. Your boss’s wife complimented me on my black evening gown. I returned the favor. We ordered a round of drinks to sip from while the dinner was being prepared.
I ordered a piña colada, and you ordered a vodka and orange juice. When the drinks arrived, I took the cherry out of mine, popped it in my mouth, and did that thing with it that drives you wild. I tied the cherry string into a bow with my long tongue and then sat it down in front of you. You were in the middle of a conversation with your boss, but almost lost it when you saw the cherry string. I could tell it made you horny, thinking about how I use my tongue so methodically on your dick.
The dinner salads and rolls were served while the boring chitchat continued. I asked you to pass me the butter, and when you did, I caressed your fingertips, engaging you in a stare. Saying I would behave and actually doing it are two totally different things—especially when I’m as horny as I was that night.
By the time our dinner finally arrived at the table, my pussy was so moist that I feared it might cause a noticeable stain on my dress. I excused myself, saying I was going to the ladies’ room to freshen up. I got in the ladies’ lounge and wiped some of the wetness off with a damp paper towel, followed by a dry one.
I returned to the table, took my hand, and pulled your face close to me so I could give you a peck on the lips. I purposely ran my index finger up under your nose so you could get a whiff of my pussy. You shook your head a little, then leaned over to whisper in my ear. “You’re so bad, boo. Quit!”
I just looked at you, giggled, and started eating my food. The chicken breast was really dry, but I lied and said it was “succulent, juicy, and delicious.” Only you and I knew I was really referring to your dick. Those are the words I always use to describe it.
I kept running my fingers up and down your thigh during dinner and slipped a shoe off so I could rub my toes up your pants leg. You have a foot fetish and love sucking on my toes. I know the idea was running through your mind like wildfire. No one noticed anything because the white linen tablecloth was hiding our discreet activities.
Once the sherbet arrived for dessert, I did some wicked things with my tongue as I licked it off of the long-handled spoon. I stuck my spoon up under the table and inserted the head of it in my pussy very quickly. Then, I scooped up a spoonful of my lime sherbet and told you to taste how delicious the lime was, since you had requested raspberry. The expression on your face gave away the fact you knew the sherbet was well-seasoned.
The pussy sherbet was the straw that broke the camel’s back. We opted to skip the after-dinner dance. You made up some cock-and-bull story about our baby-sitter having to leave early so we could haul ass out of there like two bats out of hell.
No sooner had the doors on the glass elevator closed when we were all over each other. You repeated your earlier statement. “You’re so bad!”
“Yes, I’m bad. That’s why you married me, right?” I grabbed your dick as the elevator began its descent to the lobby. “I just usually save my bad side for home, that’s all. But you’re looking so sexy and debonair tonight, I couldn’t resist you.”
I started working at your pants, trying to get my dick out, when you inquired, “What the hell are you doing, boo?”
“I want to suck you dry right here in the elevator.” I got my dick out. “Ummm, you look so scrumptious, boo. Can I have a lick?” I pulled the bottom of my dress up so I could get down on my knees without ripping the material.
You told me to hold up a minute because the elevator was already halfway to the lobby. You pressed the emergency stop button. I started deep-throating your dick, just the way you like it done, while you looked out of the elevator at all the city lights and cars going by on the street. They all looked like colored ants from where we were.
The red phone in the elevator started to ring. No way in hell we were answering it. I kept sucking away, caught a rhythm, and started contracting my cheek muscles on my dick. You pulled out of my mouth before I could make you cum and told me to stand up right quick.
You threw me up against the glass, facing the outside and pushed my hands up against the cool surface. You used your foot to spread my legs and then put your dick in my pussy, which was soaked again with my juices. Sucking dick always gets my pussy juices flowing. It’s my favorite.
The red phone continued ringing, and you grew concerned. “Maybe we should stop before we cause a panic.”
“Hell, no, fuck them! Better yet, fuck me!” You fucked me, too—fast and hard, until we both came about ten minutes later. It was a wild experience, gazing at the stars while you knocked the bottom out of my pussy. I knew from that moment on, having sex in unusual places was a definite must.
We restarted the elevator and straightened our clothes out while it completed its journey to the ground floor. When we got out, the night manager and some maintenance men started to ask us a bunch of questions. We avoided them all, saying they were lucky we didn’t sue the pants off their asses.
As we waited for the valet to retrieve our car, we laughed and joked about how much fun it was to fuck in the elevator. In fact we both thought it was so good, when we got back to our apartment building and got on the elevator in the parking garage, we decided to do the shit all over again. Now, I see elevators in a whole new light.
Animal Farm
Making love in unusual places has always turned me on. I’ve always been creative when it comes to making love to you. One evening, I decided to surprise you by planning something particularly special. I wanted to do something outrageous.
You grew up on a farm and often talked about how much you missed the days of your youth. You always compared the city, where we now live, to country life. I decided to take you back there—if only for one night.
It took quite a bit of doing and a hell of a lot of negotiating to find someone who was willing to let me use their facilities. I finally found an older couple, who were still romantic at heart and gracious enough to let me carry out my plans on their property.
I took the day off of work and drove out to the country to make all of the preparations. You had absolutely no clue I was not in my office that day. I put on a business suit that morning, left the house, and pretended like it was just another day in the grind.
By the time you got off work, I was all sexy for you in a white, skintight dress with a split going all the way up the side. After waiting for you to come out your office building, I told you I had a surprise for you, that I decided to pick you up instead of letting you ride the subway home as usual. I handed you a garment bag and told you to go change into the clothes inside it.
I waited out in the car while you went to change into a black suit, white shirt, and silk tie. When you got in the car, you asked where we were headed. I told you it was a surprise; you would just have to wait and see. The drive was a good ninety miles, and just as I suspected, it was almost nightfall when we arrived at the farm. As I drove up the driveway past the main house, you asked me whose place it was, and I replied, “Just a couple of good friends. You’ll meet them later!”
I parked the car directly in front of the barn, letting the high beams highlight the barn doors so we could see how to enter more easily. I told you to get out of the car, and you complied. I asked you to close your eyes, took you by the hand, and led you inside the barn.
Once inside, I told you to open up your eyes. You were shocked to see a king-size bed adorned with huge, fluffy pillows and wildflowers wrapped up in ivy flowing around the bedposts. There was also a small bouquet of wildflowers sprawled across the bed for you.
There was a round table with a white linen tablecloth about ten feet from the bed. The table had white taper candles burning on
it and was set with fine china. A bottle of wine was chilling in a silver cooler, and I had a vase of wildflowers placed in the center of the table.
The barn had four horses in two stalls on one side and six cows in stalls on the other side. They were all pretty calm at the moment, doing what animals do, like eating hay or grass—whatever.
I told you to have a seat at the table, left for a moment to kill the headlights on the car, and got ready to spring my other surprises on you. They were all waiting on the other side of the barn.
I came back in and found you looking all around in dismay from your seat at the table. You laughed at me and said, “You’re so crazy, girl! That’s why I love you!”
I replied, “I love you too, baby!”
Just then, the doors to the barn opened up, and the violinist entered, wearing a black tuxedo. He started playing for us, and it only made you laugh harder.
You were really shocked when the waiter entered next, also wearing a black tuxedo, pushing a rolling cart covered with a white tablecloth, the kind they use for room service in upper-crust hotels. The catered dinner I ordered earlier that day was on it.
The waiter poured the wine and then proceeded to serve us the lobster in butter sauce, wild rice, steamed vegetables, and buttered rolls while the violinist played soft music throughout the entire meal. It was an extremely romantic evening, just like I had hoped. The animals were still chilling out in their stalls the entire time.
After dinner, I had the waiter and violinist clear out so we could be alone together in the barn. I stood up, took your hand, and led you to the bed. I started kissing you as I pushed you back on the bed and climbed on top of you.
I began to tell you all the things I love about you. I told you how much I love your humor, your compassion, your honesty, your sense of adventure, your romantic nature, the way you make love to me, the way you look, the way you walk, the way you kiss, the way you taste.
Then I handed you the bouquet of wildflowers that were held together by my final surprise. I blurted out the question really fast before I lost my nerve. “Will you marry me?”
I don’t know what stunned you more, the question or the gold man’s engagement ring on the stems of the flowers. You made me the happiest woman in the world by saying, “Yes!” It was the most beautiful word in the English language at that very moment.
I took the ring off the flowers and placed it on your ring finger. Then I asked you to make love to me with the passion and fire that you always do. We began kissing again. I was still on top of you, but we were sitting up, with my legs hooked around your back.
I undid your tie and practically tore it off because I couldn’t wait another minute. We both began ripping at each other’s clothes until we were completely nude. You stuck your dick inside me with such ease and grace, I never even saw it coming.
Then you stood up and carried me, dick still inside, over to one of the horse stalls and started fucking me up against it. The sound of my ass banging up against the wooden gate to the stall startled the horse inside, and it started bucking its head and making noises. Before we knew it, the other horses started making noises too, and so did the cows.
Suddenly, I felt the horse rub his head up against the nape of my neck, and I couldn’t help but laugh. It tickled and took me by surprise. I reached over my head and started petting the horse, in an effort to make it calm down before it decided to kick its way right out the stall.
You had a better idea, though. You opened the stall and carried me inside. You took your dick out and let me down on the ground just long enough for you to climb on the horse bareback. Then you took both my hands and lifted me up on the horse, facing me away from you toward the horse’s head.
After you lifted me up on your thighs, I reached down and placed your dick back in my pussy and started riding it. The horse really went wild then. Who knows, maybe it was horny. It started pacing around the stall, slowly at first. When we both started moaning and fucking harder, the horse seemed to completely lose it. He took off out of the stall into the main part of the barn.
All we could do is laugh and try to hang on for dear life. I grabbed a hold of the horse’s mane and started trying to tell it to chill, having absolutely no clue what to say to a horse, since I had never been on one in my entire life.
I tried to get off, but you grabbed me around the waist and told me not to. I was scared it was going to throw us, and we would both be in traction by the morning. Your crazy ass kicked your heels into the sides of the horse and made it go faster. Before I knew it, we were outside the barn, butt-naked, fucking on a horse in the moonlight. The shit was mad funny.
The horse ended up in the middle of the field of wildflowers, the same field I picked flowers from earlier that day. You made another gesture, making the horse come to a stop, and then we both got down on the ground.
We started going for it then, right in the middle of the field, paying no attention to the insects all over the place. We got in the sixty-nine position and started partaking of each other for dessert. Both of us were cumming all over the place within a few minutes. It was great.
You made love to me in the field with a greater passion than ever before. Then we went back to the barn on the horse’s back and finally made good use of the bed. We made love all night long until the rooster woke up half the countryside the next morning.
We got dressed and got back in the car. I drove up to the main house so you could meet our benefactors. Ma and Pa, as I call them, were happy to hear that my proposal went over well and had a huge breakfast waiting for us. Of course, we were both itching like all hell because of the mosquito bites we got out in the field of flowers. They had really torn our asses up. Ma gave us some ointment and sent us on our way.
We’ve been married for two years now and drive up to see Ma and Pa regularly. Of course, they were seated on the first pew at the wedding. Every now and then, we even make love in their barn, reliving the night two hearts decided to become one.
Harlem Blues
The club was standing room only that night, and the smoke was thick as I took the stage. Singing the blues classics, by sisters like Ms. Holliday, came extremely easy to me. I had been severely depressed since I walked in on Kendall getting a blow job from the slut who lived across the hall from us. Imagine walking into my own fucking place of residence and seeing the bitch with my man’s cum all over her mouth and his dick swinging like a willow tree in front of her face.
I got medieval on both their asses, packed all the shit I could possibly carry, and caught a cab to my sister’s place near 135th and Fifth Avenue in Harlem. As I began to sing “Good Morning Heartache,” I thought about how drastically my life had changed over the last month. How I had given myself completely to a man who treated my love like a disease instead of a blessed gift. How he turned out to have so little respect for me that he would let a woman suck his dick in the place we had decorated and made a home out of together. How he could do his dirt with a woman I saw on a regular basis, that I borrowed flour and sugar from on occasion, that I trusted. How the one I gave my heart to could hurt me so bad. How I had been such a fucking fool.
Then something strange happened while the people in the audience were applauding and whistling at our first set. Glancing over at you sitting on the piano bench and watching all the passion from your soul escape through your fingertips, I began to fantasize about how it would be if we made love, what your passionate fingers would feel like all over my body. Would you play my body with the same intensity as you played the piano, would you make me forget all the shit Kendall had done, would you show me what making real love was all about?
When we finished our final set a little after two, you approached me with the intention of simply shooting the breeze, but I was so horny for you, I couldn’t take it and dashed outside to catch a cab without even taking the time out to change my clothes. I know you were wondering what made me leave in such a rush. I had never fantasized about a man the way I did abou
t you onstage that night. I wanted to rub my fingers over my nipples and finger myself, but sure as hell couldn’t in front of a crowd of people.
However, doing it in the cab was a totally different matter. The driver, a foreigner who could barely understand my destination when I told him, almost wrecked the car when he realized I was masturbating in the backseat. I know it seems raunchy, but I had to do it. I had to cum right then and there, so I made it happen.
I lowered one of the straps on my sequined evening gown, licked one of my fingers, and then rubbed it over my hardened nipple. I took my breast in my hand, pushed it up as much as I could, and flickered my tongue over the nipple. I could see the cabdriver looking through his rearview mirror at my little show. Eventually, when we were at a stoplight, he even adjusted it so he could get a better view. We never said another word to each other, not even when we arrived at my sister’s place. I tried to pay him the amount shown on the meter, but he smiled at me and gave me a hand motion, letting me know he didn’t want me to pay. Of course, this was after I had fingered myself in front of him and cum all over the backseat of his cab, moaning and flinging my head all over the place because the orgasm was so profound. I guess he figured he should probably be the one paying me.
I slept like a baby that night. All of my dreams were filled with you. It was so wild because we had been friends for so long, working closely together and all of that. I had never thought of you in a sexual way until that night. In my mind, I wanted to be with you, but I feared losing your friendship by coming on to you.
The next afternoon, when I arrived at the club for rehearsal, we were all alone. You informed me that the club’s owner, Ralph, had gone across town to pick up some liquor for the club. I started feenin for your ass right off the bat. You had on one of those tight-ass body shirts that revealed all of your muscles and some jeans that showed off that well-defined ass of yours. I was so fucking nervous. Apparently it showed, because you asked me what was wrong.