by Swan, Carol
Last night was incredible. Thank you.
He stood holding the note in his hand and could not help the smile on his face. Kara Jones was dynamite in bed. She was the most unselfish lover he’d ever had and he’d had no idea sex could be so much fun and so sweet. If she thought one night was enough to get her out of his system, she had another think coming.
“It’s not over,” he vowed as he went to have a shower. It was damn well not over.
Ardent Lust
It wasn’t even planned. We knew we didn’t have long with each other before he had to go home on his bus. He kept touching my ass and running his fingers up my arms and making them tingle. He had a way of moving, and a way of touching me, and a way of kissing me that made me melt like butter in a warm pan. He had a way of stroking and touching me that made the tiniest hairs on my skin stand on end.
He kept sneaking kisses, touching and teasing me whilst we were waiting for his bus. I kept telling him to knock it off, but secretly I loved every second of it. My nipples were so pointed and sensitive that I could almost feel the heat of his body pushing its way through my summer top and cotton bra. We kept kissing, but trying to restrain ourselves because we were at a public bus stop waiting for his bus.
We grabbed a few seconds here and there in-between people walking past the bus shelter. I knew something was going to happen when he threw me up against the metal wall of the bus shelter and pushed himself on me. He pressed his whole body onto mine and I could feel his rock-hard cock pushing against his jeans and onto me. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. He pushed his face into mine and I was immobilized.
I felt hot and blurry and I simply didn’t care anymore. If he had taken his cock out at that moment, I would have grabbed it with both hands and choked my pussy with it. As he kissed me, I couldn’t move. He pulled away and out of testosterone-fueled frustration, he punched the metal wall beside my head. He took hold of my hand and we started walking swiftly out of the bus shelter. He pulled me up the path of a nearby hotel, and jetted off to the side into a wooded area alongside a wall that ran adjacent to the road.
He started to sit backwards onto the dry, woody material on the ground. He pulled me on top of him. We were a fair distance from the hotel, so that people walking towards it may struggle to see us. But, the wall that separated us from the path and the road was only as high as my shoulders when I was stood up. Somebody could easily look over the wall from the path to see what the ruckus was.
I straddled him and he bucked like a bronco in the Wild West. I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans quickly and pulled them off his legs. His laces were so loose that his shoes fell off with the jeans. He stripped off his boxers and the wood, gravel and dirt met his pert behind. It must have been uncomfortable, but I was there to take his mind off it.
I sat on his cock with my trousers and shoes still on. He struggled to unfasten the buttons on my trousers as I leant down to lick his neck and kiss his ears. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I stood up and took off one shoe and pulled one leg of my trousers off so they were still attached. With my flowery vagina exposed, I moved down to straddle his private parts.
Without even aiming, I slid down his stiff cock and the hot and sloppy juices from my pussy ran down his shaft and onto his balls. I rode him hard and fast because I wanted him and I wanted him now. I didn’t care that the wood chippings were pushing splinters into my knees, or that the gravel and chippings were cutting up his peachy ass as I rode him. I just wanted him and I wanted him now.
I ground and rode his slippery, stiff cock like a wild animal, rutting away and forcing his cock forwards until I almost snapped it off. In my excitement, I started to moan and lift my head up so that it could be easily seen from the other side of the road.
A group of university students happened across me riding him like a wild banshee. Above our heads appeared four mobile phones as they took videos of our private porno. I wouldn’t have stopped for anything—I was getting off and I was getting it good.
I slid and ground him until the muscles in my stomach and legs were screaming with pain. I felt the pressure in my pussy building and I knew I was building to a spectacular finish. It became blurred, and I felt connected to him throughout my entire body.
I was a little worried that he may arrive at his conclusion before I did, so I rode him faster and started bouncing a little to keep up the momentum. My pussy closed in tight and I could feel an explosion about to happen. I struggled and pushed down to keep his hard, pulsating cock in my wet pussy as my muscles tensed up in a way that nearly pushed him out. I bore down hard and his cock jutted into me like a policeman’s truncheon hard and fast until I finally exploded into orgasm.
I cried out a low-pitched roar. As I looked down, I saw him wincing and squirming with delight as he pumped fresh cum between my waiting pussy lips. I ached and felt pain all over my body, but it was worth it for the blessed relief. I started to get up and heard scurrying footsteps from behind the wall.
We quickly dusted ourselves off and dressed ourselves. Aching and with our muscles cramping, we climbed out from behind the wall, down the path, dusted ourselves off again and retook our place in the bus shelter. It was only last week before I saw our exploits plastered on several viral porn sites.
Lusty Leah does have a certain ring to it, I thought.
The Billionaire in the Library – Noah
As a librarian, my days aren't exactly packed with excitement. During those slow hours when I don't have much to do, I must find ways to entertain myself. My favorite work time hobby has become people watching. In a public library there are always unique individuals walking through the doors for me to observe. Now, I know I'm not the most amazing woman to look at, but I have to admit that I'm pretty good looking for a twenty-eight-year-old librarian.
Even though I am confident in my looks, I do find it uncomfortable when someone blatantly stares at me. Therefore, I try to be discreet when assessing the library's patrons. Today has been the usual bunch: students studying away, avid bookworms, and the typical older crowd. I watch as similar faces walk through the door and I immediately know what their business is here in my library, that is, until I see someone walk in the likes of whom I haven't seen here before.
This man walking in seemed a little older than me, perhaps in his mid-thirties. He's wearing a nice fitted button down shirt along with some dark wash jeans that show me immediately that he is in amazing shape. He has short brown hair and eyes that mean business. His face holds a look of quiet confidence and wisdom, and he seems to be observing his surroundings just as I am. In fact, while I am caught up with his impressive stature, I fail to notice that his gaze has found me.
What do I do? I look away but it is obvious that I was checking him out. I blush profusely as I see out of my peripheral vision that he is heading this way. Is he going to call me out on looking at him? I brace myself for complete embarrassment as he approaches the counter.
“Excuse me, I'm looking for a book.” I'm shocked that he doesn't mention the fact that I was just staring him down and possibly drooling all over myself.
“Y-yes, of course.” I respond. “What is it that you're looking for?”
He asks for a book that I'm very familiar with. It's one of my favorites. I let him go on about how he has been wanting to read it and I can’t help but try to study him up close. The structure of his face reminds me of one of those celebrity heartthrobs that get even better looking as they age from thirty to forty. He is very clean and well-put together, but not too uptight as shown by the slight masculine stubble adorning his face. His eyes are shining bright, but not at all innocently.
When I realize that I should probably be doing my job, I quickly get up and lead him over to the proper section of the library. On the walk over, he introduces himself as Noah and I tell him my name, Melanie. I can't help but repeat his name in my head... Noah. As I grab the book he requested, I mention that it is one of my favorites and smile before I turn to
walk away, but he stops me.
“You say this is a favorite of yours. Would you like to get together and discuss it over coffee?” The look in his eyes tells me that he isn't only interested in literature and warm caffeinated beverages. I notice how he looks me up and down, following the curve of my hips outlined in my form-fitting pencil skirt, and the slight cleavage I am displaying in my favorite blouse. His eyes come back to my face and he smiles. “What do you say?”
The next day, as I am walking up to the coffee shop we had agreed upon, I am feeling anxious and jittery. I had carefully looked myself over in the mirror before leaving my apartment. I had painstakingly picked out a casual but sassy black dress that shows off just enough of my physique to peak interest, but keeps me covered enough to allow for some mystery. I know my outfit and makeup make me look flirty and sexy, as my best friend had commented earlier, so I took a deep breath and pushed open the door to the cafe, scoping out the place in search of Noah.
I spot him sitting at a table in the corner of the room, looking down at the book I had helped him find the day before. For a moment I am concerned—does he really just want to discuss the book? Do I look ridiculous dressed like I'm ready for a fancy date? But as I approach his table, he looks up at me with flirtatious eyes, taking in my appearance, and I know now we are both here for the same reason.
Noah invites me to sit down, and as I do, I look him over carefully. He is wearing another nice button down shirt, but with the first few buttons undone for a more casual look. His short hair is somewhat styled but he didn't spend hours getting ready—he didn't need to. Just the look of him had me melting in my seat. His strong, masculine attributes were driving me crazy, and his sexy voice just made things worse. He started the conversation off lightly, asking me a little about myself.
I found myself telling him a lot about me, but realized halfway through the latte he had insisted on paying for that I did not know much about him. “So, what do you do?” I inquired.
“Well, I work in the technology industry.”
I did not want to push him to give me any details, but I was definitely curious. He changed the subject, telling me how much he's enjoyed our date.
“Well, if you enjoy this book,” he started, holding up the novel that we had only briefly discussed during our time there, “then you would probably love to see my library back at home.” I can see his intention clearly in his eyes, but after the numerous times I've almost jumped all over him during our chatting, I am excited at the chance to spend some more time with him, specifically alone time.
As we walk out of the cafe side by side, I assume that the “library” Noah had mentioned was referring to his bookshelf at home, like the one I had at home. When we reach his car, I realize that this may not be the case. I have never seen such a nice car in my life! Well, at least not in person. He notices my mouth wide open in surprise at the sight of his slick black Porsche Boxster, but he just smirks slightly and opens the passenger door for me. I snap myself out of my trance and carefully get in the car, terrified to mess anything up.
He, on the other hand, is much more relaxed as he fired up the impressive convertible. During our drive, I find myself wondering what his house will look like when we arrive. Something about the breeze through my hair on this beautiful day relaxes me, and I am smiling as wide as I ever had before, laughing and joking with the impressive man. During our flirting, now more intense, he reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. Rather than feeling awkward or embarrassed, I felt comfortable. I had a newfound feeling of freedom and urge for adventure with Noah.
I feel a tingling as his hand slides higher up on my thigh. I can't help but imagine what it would feel like if he would just move it up to the spot where I now ache to be touched.
We soon roll up to a large house peacefully secluded on a hill. I am overwhelmed at the size and intricacy of the design. It is four stories tall with a huge yard and a giant pool. I have never been in the midst of this type of luxury before, but instead of being caught up in all of the details, I am caught up in Noah. I take his hand as he leads me inside, both of us in a rush of excited energy.
The inside is even more incredible than the exterior. We settle in the living room, equipped with an impressive bar from which Noah pours us both a glass of wine. I'm starting to think that we won't really be studying his library tonight. Rather, it seems that he is studying me. I look down and notice that my dress rode up on my thighs as I sat down on his big comfortable couch. I blush and look up at him, seeing that he has noticed the small bit of my panties peeking out from the hem. I hope he wants me just as much as I want him.
He takes a seat next to me as he hands me my glass of wine. Being a shy girl who has never been interested by alcohol, I'm not much of a wine connoisseur, but I find myself downing the glass rather quickly because nothing seems off limits tonight, not with him. I've never been around someone with such a magnetic personality before, but he makes me feel confident, like anything is possible in this fantasy world of riches he seems to live in. As I begin to feel warm inside from the wine, I reach over and put my hand on his knee. He seems a little shocked by my forwardness, as I am naturally a bit reserved, but he smirks and leans in towards me, kissing me softly on my neck and down my shoulder.
This teasing is driving me crazy and I can feel the warmth radiating from my pussy. I want more than anything to rip my dress off then and there, but instead I run my hand across his toned chest and unbutton a few buttons on his shirt. He must be getting really excited too, because he moves my hand, then stands up and rips his shirt right off. I gasp as he shows a more dominant side of himself, and also because I'm finally seeing his impressive body.
He turns his attention to me, tugging my cardigan off and lifting me to my feet, then pulling my dress over my head. I am now standing before him in only my bra and panties, exposed, but I have never felt so confident in my life. He continues to kiss down my neck, moving his way to my cleavage before he tears off my bra hungrily. He pauses to look at my large exposed breasts with lust filling his eyes before he takes one of my nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over it while brushing the other one gently with his thumb. I can’t help but let out a moan as the pleasure overcomes me.
“You like that?” he asks in an aroused tone.
All I can manage in response is “Mmhmm, oh...”
He takes that as an invitation and his free hand travels down my stomach to the edge of my lace panties. I instinctively move my hips upward to meet his touch, wanting him inside me. He slips his hand inside my panties and finds my clit, circling it softly. I can't hold in my desire and start moving my hips against his hand. I know he can feel how soaking wet I am. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close, so full of pleasure I want to explode. He moves his hand out of my panties, and I instinctively let out a disappointed sigh.
“Oh, don't you worry, I'm not finished with you yet.” I purr as I hear the dominance in his voice, and watch as he takes off his pants, revealing striped boxers, but what really catches my attention is the huge bulge pushing against them. He kneels and pulls my panties down, finally getting a look at my clean shaven, pink pussy glazed with juices. “Damn, you’re wet. I have to taste you.”
He leans down and brings his lips to my clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue. I can’t help but squirm with the immediate pleasure pulsing through me, but he holds my legs apart with his strong grip, taking control as he slips his tongue across my slit, teasing me. All I want is to feel him inside me as I moan and push my hot pussy against his mouth. I feel my climax coming as the pressure and tingling increases with his rhythm.
“I need you to cum for me,” he demands. Those seven words send me completely over the edge, screaming with intense pleasure as my juices flow out and he laps them up. Panting, I lay back, recovering from my intense orgasm when he stands up, smirking at me, and begins to remove his boxer shorts.
Finally, I get to see the mystery behind the bulge. My eyes watch c
losely as he tugs his boxers down and his huge erection pops out, hard as rock. I have never seen a cock as large as his, let alone being displayed naked right in front of one. I was nervous that I would be overwhelmed by his size.
“Wow, I don't even think I can fit you inside me!” I say at the sight.
“By the end of tonight, you will,” he responds. I smile back nervously, but in reality, I am very excited.
I get up from my seat and kneel in front of him to admire his member more closely. I can't help but wrap my hand around it and squeeze, causing him to let out a moan. I gently put my lips around the very tip, circling the head of his dick with my tongue while I suck on it. His breathing is becoming heavier as I tease him with my tongue. I know I won't be able to fit his entire cock in my mouth, but I want to try. I lick up and down the shaft, all the way to the base to get it all nice and wet, then stroke it with both hands as I prepare to take him in my mouth.
I put my mouth back around the head of his cock, teasing him again, only for a moment before I slowly begin taking him into my mouth, an inch at a time. I bob my head up and down his hard member, sucking him and flicking my tongue across the underside where he is the most sensitive. He can't help but moan as I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. He tastes so good I can't help myself. Before I know it, I've taken so much of him into my mouth that I begin to gag on his huge cock, which makes it twitch with excitement even more. I can tell that he is about to cum from his moans and the jerks off his cock deep in my throat as I bob my head up and down on him faster and faster, sucking until I finally feel his hot cum spurting into my mouth and hear him yell, “Fuck!”
I make sure to lick up and swallow every precious drop as he smiles down at me, pleased. He picks me up off of my knees and throws me onto the big couch, looking down at my completely-exposed body. I reach my hand down, playing with my clit as I am now yearning for another release like the one I just gave to him. He watches me play with myself intently, my moans and fingering causing his cock to rise steadily again.