I pulled her shorts off her bare feet, threw them aside, and gazed with delight at her moist pussy. Her clean-shaven mound glistened under the fluorescent lights, her puffy, pink lips crying out to me to tongue and taste her; fuck her with my tongue; lick and suck her clit. She spread her bronzed legs as wide as the chair allowed, and I picked them up and placed them on my shoulders, brought my face to within inches of her pussy.
‘Do it!’ she hissed, prompting another agitated inquiry from her phone-bound client.
I stared at her pussy for a good, long moment and licked my lips, inhaled the musky scent of her aroused womanhood. Then I ran my tongue down the side of one of her thighs and bit into the vulnerable flesh right next to her pussy. I did the same with her other thigh. She gasped, and her legs quivered as I stroked her inner thighs with my tongue, painted her skin with my saliva.
She covered the phone with her hand and yelled, ‘Eat me!’, her blue-fire eyes blazing.
I took firm hold of her thighs and plunged my hardened tongue in between her shiny lips, directly into her pussy. Her body jumped, but I held on tight, driving my long tongue deep into her sexual core. Then I started rhythmically fucking her with my tongue.
‘Yes!’ she shrieked.
I moved my head back and forth, pumping my tongue in and out of her soaking sex, immersing myself in the erotic taste and smell of her pussy. I reached in and spread her slick folds, exposing an even deeper pinkness, and I dragged my tongue in long, hard, slow strokes from her asshole to her clit, over and over.
She held onto the phone for dear life, her face a grim mask of sexual agony. But she still managed to boldly uncover the receiver and say in a strained voice, ‘And do you have … any more ideas, Mr Cathcart?’ Which, of course, he did.
She was daring me to bring her off while she conducted business as usual on the telephone. I lapped at her pussy repeatedly, savouring the slick feel and tart taste of her drenched cunny. Then I gave her pussy one final lick, smacked my lips with satisfaction, and exposed her clit with my fingers before quickly covering it with my mouth. I sucked hard on her inflamed clitoris, desperate now to bring her to orgasm and drown myself in her honey, my head swimming with the awesome sensuality of it all. She stared fixedly ahead, her teeth clenched, her free hand squeezing her breast, pulling her nipple. I unmouthed her clit only long enough to slap it with my tongue a couple of times, and then I went right back to sucking on it.
‘I … I agree, Mr Cathcart,’ she gulped into the phone, then yelped when I shoved two fingers into her slit.
That did it. She suddenly went rigid, her muscles locking and standing out in stark relief on her bowed body, and then she was jolted by an orgasm. I ploughed my fingers in and out of her, sucked and tongued her clit, as her sweat-slick body jerked up and down, wave after wave of ecstasy breaking deep inside her. How she managed to stop from screaming – from giving Cathcart a blistering earful of genuine hardcore phone-sex – I have no idea. But she did. She embraced her orally induced orgasms in stunning silence, her rippling body and gushing pussy speaking volumes.
When I returned to work after my vacation; when I was up to my ears in paperwork during the afternoon of my first day back at the office, I received an unexpected visitor.
‘Your wife is here to see you,’ the receptionist informed me when I picked up the phone.
I hurried out to the reception area, less than happy to be interrupted in the middle of a busy catch-up day. Vicky had been to the office a couple of times in the past, but I actively discouraged her from making any unnecessary pop-in visits; I like to keep my home and business life as separate as possible.
‘Hi, sweetheart,’ she greeted me when I rounded the corner.
‘H-hi,’ I stammered, my eyes widening as I took in the outfit she was wearing. She was barely clothed in a white tube-top that fully revealed her flat, brown stomach and diamond-studded bellybutton, and a cherry red mini-skirt that showed off all of her legs and some of her ass. I exchanged glances with the smiling receptionist, then asked, ‘Uh, what’s up, Vicky?’
‘I need you … right away,’ she replied coyly.
I hustled her down the hall and into my office before any more of my co-workers could get an eyeful. ‘I’m kind of backed up right now,’ I began, before the telephone rang and cut me off. I shut the door, walked past Vicky and scooped up the phone. It was Takkinen from engineering; he wanted to discuss the latest month-end variance report. I gave Vicky a tight smile and gestured for her to sit down.
She didn’t. She flipped the lock on the door and then sauntered over and closed the blinds on the window, her tight buns twitching suggestively under that incredibly brief skirt. And while Takkinen nattered away about the four-tonne increase in sulphur usage over year-to-date average, Vicky nonchalantly pulled off her top and unhooked her skirt. She stood before me, in my office, completely and utterly naked save for her sexy, black stilettos.
‘Time for some payback,’ she stated, grinning evilly.
I eyed her mouth-watering body, my eyes lingering hazardously on her pert tits, her erect nipples, her shining pussy. I tried to make sense out of what Takkinen was telling me, but my brain had gone all warm and mushy when I’d realised what Vicky was up to. She puckered her glossy lips and blew me a kiss, cupped her breasts and spread her long legs apart. She squeezed her tits, rolled her nipples between her fingers, her trim lower body swaying from side to side. Then she turned around and bent at the waist and pointed her round ass at me.
‘Yeah, baby,’ I murmured, rubbing the hard outline of my cock through my pants.
‘What did you call me?’ Takkinen asked.
‘Huh? Nothing. Just agreeing with you, that’s all. Keep talking.’
Vicky nodded her head, turned to face me again and arched her back and riffled her fingers through her shimmering hair, her hot body searing my eyes as Takkinen talked shop in my ear. She strutted over to me, until we were mere inches apart, whereupon she brushed my hand away from my swollen cock and replaced it with hers.
‘I’m going to suck your dick till you come in my mouth,’ she breathed into my face.
I nodded excitedly as Takkinen asked if there was someone in the office with me.
‘N-no, no,’ I said, choking on my wicked lie. ‘It was–’ I had to halt my explanation and hold my breath when Vicky swiftly unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, held the rock-hard member in her hot, little hand and squeezed. She glided her hand up and down my engorged manhood, and I swallowed hard and croaked into the phone, ‘What’s, um, up with that electrical overage? I bet you want to talk about that.’
Takkinen cooperated, went off on a long-winded, technical explanation as Vicky squatted down in front of me and licked at my balls. I groaned, barely able to maintain my composure. She tickled my furry balls with her devilish tongue, her hand swirling all over my stiff cock, and then she sucked one of my balls into her mouth and tugged on it.
I leaned back against the desk and closed my eyes, Takkinen’s voice rattling on like a distant train, my wife taking my entire sack in her mouth and pulling on it, juggling my balls with her tongue. She’d had lots of experience with oral sex, and she knew exactly what to do to drive me wild, to rapidly drive me to the brink of orgasm.
I opened my eyes and stared down into Vicky’s sky-blue eyes, watched as she sucked and tongued my testicles a while longer, and then disgorged the sopping wet sack and ran her tongue all the way up from my balls to my cockhead, bathing my shaft in warm saliva. She gripped my dick at the base and licked my pulsating cock like she was determinedly tonguing a popsicle before it melted all over her hand.
‘Finish me,’ I implored, my voice a strangled whisper, my balls boiling with semen.
‘If you look at page forty two, line four …’ Takkinen continued, not suspecting for a moment that I was getting a wicked blowjob from my gorgeous wife while he was talking to me on the phone.
Vicky tilted my rigid cock downwards and engulfed my dickhead
with her mouth, sucked vigorously on the mushroomed cock-top, her tongue buffing the sensitive underside of my hood. Her head bobbed up and down, and she took more and more of my throbbing member into her mouth each time. She could easily swallow all of my cock I well knew – practice makes perfect, after all – but I didn’t allow her to get that far this time around. The whole dangerous liaison had inflamed my passions so greatly that I lost control much quicker than usual; so much so that when she had vacuumed up a good three-quarters of my cock, I threw back my head and grunted with joy and rocketed semen into her mouth, down her throat. I clung to her head with one hand, crushed the phone with the other, my body spasming uncontrollably with each and every cum-blast.
Vicky never let up on my rupturing cock, staring up at me as her throat worked and she swallowed my spurting semen. Takkinen went on and on, but unfortunately I wasn’t so lucky; my cock was soon empty, drained of an incredible load by my talented wife. She pulled my spent dick out of her mouth, squeezed a final few drops from my slit and tongued them up. Then she got to her feet, kissed me warmly on the lips, and put her clothes back on.
‘Don’t waste the whole day yakking on the phone, honey,’ she said over her shoulder, as she slipped out the door. ‘I know how tiring that can be.’
‘You understand what I’m saying?’ Takkinen inquired on the other end of the line.
‘Sure … sure,’ I replied exhaustedly, zipping myself back up with a shaky hand. ‘You’ve been a real help.’
Arlene
by N. Vasco
Arlene sat naked on a Persian rug after finishing her yoga, a sheen on her pearly skin, the dim, rosy light from the scented candles illuminating the posh suite her husband reserved for them.
‘I’ll never get tired of watching you do yoga, baby,’ she remembered Mark saying, recalling his almost rapt expression when he watched her.
‘He’s such an idiot.’ she playfully thought, while extending her legs, pointing her toes and admiring the red polish on her toenails; the slender gold chains around her ankles and the little rings on her toes reflecting the candlelight.
Her bare skin still tingled in the cool air. Her nipples itched nicely. When she began caressing her feet she felt horny and wanted to masturbate.
‘But I don’t have the time,’ she thought while laying back, raising her legs straight into the air, pointing her toes and grasping her ankles, admiring the shadows playing in the sexy definitions of her legs. She pulled feet back and tucked them behind her head, enjoying the deliciously sexy stretch in her calves and hamstrings. It was such a struggle to keep her body in shape after their third child but yoga and steady visits to the gym helped a lot. She always thought her breasts were too small, her hips too wide and her ass too big. For some insane reason, Mark never ceased praising her body.
‘It wasn’t just that incredible ass, babe,’ she remembered him saying as she caressed the stretched curve of her buttock, her pulse rising under her pearly skin. ‘Or those wicked, exotic eyes, or those incredible hips. It’s your sexy femininity that made my cock as hard as a rock when I first saw you.’
‘He’s such an asshole,’ she said, while smiling and cupping her pliant yet firm cheeks, her nails digging into them, electricity rippling under her skin as she recalled how they made love last night. She strutted into the bedroom in a red, hi-cut thong teddy and stiletto healed sandals – the straps around her ankles – leaned against the dresser and arched her bottom out.
Before she knew it Mark was kneeling behind her and thrusting that excellent tongue deep inside her while cupping and squeezing her buttocks, thighs and hips as that wonderfully familiar, juicy surge of ecstasy seized her body.
The orgasm came quickly. Too quickly. She wanted to feel him hard and firm insider her but indulged him when he insisted he on feasting on her some more.
Lying on the bed, she enjoyed his hands caressing her body before he slowly undid the straps around her ankles, his tongue teasing her feet. When he finished removing her heels, he licked and sucked her pointed toe as she throbbed and ached for his cock until she demanded he fuck her. When he delayed, she pushed him down on the bed, mounted his hard, veined manhood and rode vigorously.
‘Don’t you dare tease me like that, you beautiful son of a bitch!’ She remembered almost shouting, not caring if the kids heard her. She enjoyed him like that until she slid off, crouched on all fours, raised her bottom and told him to give it to her ‘hard and deep,’ Mark gladly obliging and thrusting so deep she let out a gasping cry into her pillow.
‘Yes! Yes!’ she remembered moaning and when he raised one foot on the bed so he could go deeper, his hands grabbing her hips, drawing her closer, her second orgasm came in a rush that shattered her soul into thousands of glistening shards.
By now, Arlene felt that pleasant wet sensation in her crotch and slid an elegant finger inside her wet love.
‘Better stop now,’ she said while unhooking her feet from behind her head, standing up and, after blowing the candles out and turning on the lights, looking at the package on the bed for her.
Mark had taken care of everything. Hotel reservations, dinner at the five-star restaurant on the first floor, the kids at her mother’s. She wondered if Jeremy had his allergy medicine, or if Christine’s science project was due next week, and was Mark’s football game this Saturday?
‘Stop it!’ she told herself while sitting on the bed. ‘This is our night and nothing’s getting in the way. Not the kids, the tyres on the mini-van, nor that witch Carla in accounting and the bids for the new PCs we have to buy.’
All thoughts of kids, work and anything else melted away when she opened the package, her eyes catching the short, fitted blue cocktail dress, little blue lace thong and blue mules, the heels and toe box wickedly pointed.
‘Must be a night for the colour blue,’ she thought after slipping on the dress, the silky fabric feeling so nice against her skin, her erect nipples nicely visible on the delicate weave, the thong now nested so nicely between her cheeks.
It took a few moments to get used to the heels.
‘Impractical, completely and utterly useless except for one thing,’ she muttered to herself while walking around and getting used to them.
‘Only a couple of hours, after that, they come off, one way or another!’
She stopped in front on the mirror, admiring the sexy definition of her calves and thighs and the way her buttocks seemed to arch out even more, the sight of her body reminding her how horny she felt.
‘Okay, maybe more than a couple of hours. I bet I’ll be off my feet one way or another anyway.’
She glanced at the package, saw a small blue envelope and after opening it, pulled out a familiar looking black velvet choker, reminding her of the sexy game they sometimes played. Whenever she wore it she could do anything she wanted. He was her love slave and there was nothing he could refuse; oral sex in a public place (parking lots and mini-vans are so handy); a quickie at his job (in the cupboard) or licking her anus when they were in the shower.
The choker reminded her of how she figured out a way to satisfy the typical male fantasy of watching two women. It was Mark’s birthday and to celebrate she hired one of those sexy internet models, not expecting the evening to get as hot as it did until Penny, the long-legged model she hired, showed up at the door, looking so sexy in a little leather skirt and tight top. Arlene experienced her fair share of experimenting in college and knew how much fun a woman could be, and while she and Mark had talked about a threesome the thought of letting a third person into their relationship just didn’t seem right.
‘Until that night with Penny,’ Arlene thought while clasping the choker around her neck. The ‘photo session’ started with her and Penny wearing only black, sheer gowns and posing by the fireplace or the black leather sofa in the living room, and wound up getting really hot when she asked Penny if she wouldn’t mind posing nude.
Penny replied by letting the gown pool around her pretty feet bef
ore helping Arlene out of hers, and before she knew it, they were groping each other’s bodies, their thighs wrapped around each other as they shared a deep, tongue-probing kiss; Mark all the while taking picture after picture.
They wound up in a scissors position, their crotches grinding against each other. When they lay back and rubbed each other’s breasts and erect nipples with their feet, she felt her orgasm seize her body, making her writhe and groan, her loud moans joining Penny’s as she came too.
The evening wasn’t over after she and Penny got dressed. She knew Mark was horny when he joined them by the front door, the gym shorts he wore doing nothing to hide his throbbing erection, making her and Penny giggle like a couple of schoolgirls. When Mark asked what was so funny, Arlene responded by kneeling and pulling down his shorts before taking the entire length of his hot, hard meat in her mouth, Penny cheering her on.
She sucked and gulped loudly for a while, teasing and caressing his nipples and when she nodded at Penny, she slipped his cock out of her mouth, grabbed Penny’s hips and backed that sexy, tight ass against her husband’s cock. She didn’t give Mark a chance to react as she hitched up Penny’s little skirt and slipped his pole inside her wet pussy, her moans and sighing gasps filling the room. When she saw Mark hesitating, she looked him in the eye while fingering the choker around her neck.
‘Remember baby,’ she said. ‘You have to do everything I tell you. And right now, I want you to be a good host and give our pretty little guest a good fuck.’
With that she knelt in front of Penny while reaching back, clutching Marks sexy ass and pulling his cock even deeper while licking Penny’s exposed clit and drenched crotch. Mark gladly obliged as Arlene savoured Penny’s flowing juices, their combined moans getting louder until she felt them both heave and shudder, Arlene still feasting away on Penny.
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