by Emmie Combs
"Took that much out of you, eh?" Logan asked.
"It's been awhile..." Rielle started.
"Well, hope you've got more stamina than that... I'm not through with you yet." He said.
She adjusted her skirt as she stood up, and he pulled his shorts up as he stood to meet her.
"Let's go someplace a little less visible." Logan said.
The rain had slowed to a steady rain as they walked off of the porch. It seemed as if the threat of storms was over for now. They walked behind the house to a secluded spot in the yard. Logan tossed the blanket down on the wet grass and took off his shorts. She got a much better view of his erect member. It was thick, large, and she wanted it again.
He motioned for her to lie down on the blanket. As she lay down, Logan joined her. He reached his hands under her skirt, pulling her soaked panties off. He tossed them onto the corner of the blanket. He slid her dress up, pulling it off, and tossing it aside as well.
He reached down for her wet pussy, sliding a finger inside, gently, looked up at her and then lowered his head between her legs. She moaned at the feeling of his tongue licking and savoring her pussy. He was skilled with his tongue, and loved watching and feeling her reactions as he savored her sweetness. His fingers carried the motion within her and her hips rocked in rhythm with his licking. He could feel her getting close to having another orgasm. She groaned as he stopped. "Don't stop now..." she pleaded.
"You can't have all the fun." He responded as he sat on his knees in front of her. She rolled over and looked at his cock as it was in her face. Without any more encouragement, she took the head into her mouth. She wrapped her hands around the shaft and stroked it as her head bobbed up and down. She swirled her tongue over his head and around the shaft as she went down. He groaned in approval as he pushed his hard prick farther into her mouth. He reached out and grabbed her ponytail, pulling it gently as she sucked him. As she picked up intensity, he could feel the cum start boiling in his balls.
"Rielle," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum."
She moaned in pleasure and picked up the intensity more. He moaned as he shattered in her mouth, shooting his load down her throat. He was surprised she could keep up with it as well as she did. After she swallowed his load, she licked his cock all over, making sure she didn't miss a drop.
He leaned over and kissed her, the taste of his cum in her mouth turning him on even more. He pushed her over onto her side and spread her legs, burying his head in her pussy. She reached out and gently stroked his cock as his tongue explored her. Soon she was sucking his cock back hard.
He stopped, and moved on top of her. She spread her legs willingly as his hard shaft pushed back into her. She raised her hips, letting him slip deeper inside of her. He moaned as he thrusted inside of her. He could feel her starting to throb and pulse around him, her hot pussy getting wetter as she was ready to go again. She started grinding her hips up against him as he slowed his pace. As she lost control again, he could feel the rush of her hot juices as they flooded around him. He groaned and stopped moving, just feeling her convulse around him.
As she came down, he told her to roll over onto her knees. He slammed his thick cock deep inside of her, grabbing her hips to control his thrusting. He pounded her. She cried out again as she shook around him. He slammed deeper inside of her, grabbing her ponytail and pulling her head back. She screamed in pleasure, raising her ass so that he could penetrate deeper.
The rain started to pick up again, drenching them both as he fucked her hard. She reached under her and began fingering her clit, pushing herself to climax again. He was getting closer; he could feel it building up. As she started to climax again, he felt himself losing control. With one last deep thrust, he pushed over the edge, exploding deep inside her pussy. He moaned as his load flooded her still shaking pussy.
He stayed still a moment, feeling her coming down as well. Soon, he pulled out, and she collapsed onto the wet blanket, panting again. He lay down next to her. After a few moments, they gathered up the wet blanket and clothes and headed for the house. Rielle stumbled a bit, almost as if she didn't have her legs under her.
"Don't pass out or anything." He said.
"I just might" Rielle started. "I'm a little lightheaded at the moment."
Logan laughed, and poked her in the side.
"Hey, I'm supposed to be the one that does that" she said as she playfully shoved him.
"You're going to start something you can't finish again" Logan reminded her.
"Oh, Really? Bring it." Rielle grinned.
The End.
Time Flies
"You are late, slut," said Mistress Chanel, when She opened the door. She was stunning in Her black leather skirt and vest, which showed off Her shapely legs, and deep cleavage to good effect, and Her dark hair swept wildly over Her shoulders. Even though She was a full head shorter than me, She looked tall and regal, and I trembled in awe of Her.
"I am sorry, Mistress, I missed the turn twice," I said, hoping She would understand. After all, this was the first time I'd been to Her house.
"No excuses," She said pulling me in the door, Her midnight eyes smoldering. She pressed me against the wall and cupped my balls in Her hand. "You will be punished. You realize that, don't you?"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, with downcast eyes.
She lead me into the living room, first ordering me to leave my clothing in the front hall. I undressed, but not quickly enough; She slapped my ass hard with Her hand, and I quickened the pace. Following behind Her, I watched Her wide, sexy hips sway as She walked. Stopping when we reached the living room, I attempted to cover myself. I didn't know She'd had guests. Two of Her lady friends were sitting sipping tea or coffee. One was a slender blonde with perky tits, wearing a red leather mini-dress. The other, a lovely plump woman with light brown hair, in a simple white cotton dress. Forcing my hands behind my back, my Mistress pushed me into the center of the living room, facing Her guests. My face turned red, and I didn't know where to look, but my cock hardened. She attached a small leash to it, and handed it over to the big sexy woman in the white dress.
"I will be right back," She said. "This slut needs a lesson in keeping time, and I'll need a few things." Her friends simply continued chatting and sipping from their cups, as I stood there, naked, my cock at attention.
Moments later, She returned, carrying a riding crop, a leather paddle, and a few floggers. She also had a bag over one shoulder, but I didn't know its contents. Taking the leash back from Her friend, She unfastened it, and put it in the bag. Then She pushed me to my knees and fastened a dog collar to my neck, with a short chain, and forced me on all fours. My cock was harder than ever. Just the thought of being collared, and lead around on a leash is enough to get me hot. Tying one end of the chain to the leg of a chair, Mistress Chanel forced my head almost to the floor. Pushing my legs apart with Her feet, She began caressing my balls, and I moaned for all to hear.
"What time did I tell you to be here?" She demanded.
"Eight thirty, Mistress."
"And what time did you arrive?"
"Eight forty two, Mistress."
"How many minutes late were you?"
"Twelve minutes, Mistress."
"Then you will get twelve strokes with my hand, twelve more with my crop, another twelve with a flogger, and twelve more with the paddle."
"Yes, Mistress." I said with a catch in my throat; a mixture of fear and anticipation welling up in my soul.
"Count with me, slut. Out loud, so that my guests can hear. And you had better thank me for every stroke you receive!"
"Yes, Mistress," I managed to whisper.
She gave as She promised, and I obeyed Her commands. Four times, I counted to twelve, as She struck me, and forty-eight times, I thanked Her most sincerely for my punishment. My ass was red, and hot by the time She was done, and She soothed it with Her gentle caresses, and kissed my cheek.
"Next time, either be on time, or call me if you know
you will be late. I do not like being kept waiting, my pet," She told me with a calm, gentle tone. She knew that I would obey, and I took the punishment that She gave bravely, so She was no longer displeased with me.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now, pour my guests some more tea."
She showed me where everything was, and I served Her and Her guests. The three of them made conversation, addressing me only to get drinks, or snacks; occasionally swatting my already sore bottom just for the hell of it. From time to time, my cock would start to go limp, and my sweet Mistress would order me to stroke myself, while She and Her beautiful guests looked on. I would get hard again, and each time, as my orgasm mounted, She would order me to stop. Mistress Chanel always took delight in pushing me to the brink, and then denying me my climax.
One of the guests, the slender blonde, admitted to being rather turned on by my submission, and my Mistress ordered me onto my knees to service her with my tongue, while She caressed my back, and slapped my ass from time to time. Flicking my tongue over her clit, and slurping noisily at her cunt, I made her cum with a shudder and a cry. My sweet loving Mistress then pushed my face between the legs of Her other guest, the sexy plump brunette, and I tongued her to orgasm as well, lapping up her cum like a kitten at a saucer of milk.
Pushing me onto the floor on my back, Mistress Chanel straddled my face, and began squeezing, and pinching my nipples roughly. Like Her guests, my Mistress was wearing no panties under Her skirt. I slid my tongue all around Her clit, and up and down Her pussy lips. I pushed my tongue deep inside, and drank down every drop of Her sweet nectar that hit my lips.
It didn't take very long for my breath to go short, and my body to start shaking, after Mistress Chanel ordered me to stroke my cock again. She pulled my hands away from my cock, just as I was about to cum, and I continued licking Her sweet cunt, while She tortured my nipples with Her fingers.
Soon She was shuttering to orgasm; She washed my face in Her juices while screaming Her pleasure to the Heavens, and gave my nipples a final pinch before dismounting.
Coldly, She ordered me to clean up all the cups and snacks. When I returned from the kitchen, She was completely nude and making adjustments on a dildo harness. Snapping Her fingers, She pointed to the floor in front of Her, and I hastily knelt before Her. Grabbing me roughly by the hair, She pushed the dildo into my mouth, forcing me to suck Her "cock". She fucked my mouth for a little while, telling me what a great cocksucker I was, before taking it out and turning me around. On all fours again, I felt Her grease up my asshole with some lubricant from Her bag. And greasing up the dildo as well, She knelt behind me and then pushed the rubber dick into my ass about a half inch, or so. Then She paused.
"Beg me to fuck you, whore!" She demanded.
"Please fuck me, Mistress Chanel," I said, shakily.
"You call that begging, slut? BEG for it!"
"Please, Mistress!" I plead, "fuck my ass! I need to feel your cock in my asshole! Please fuck me!" And I meant every word.
Slowly and gently, at first, She began pushing the dildo into my anus. Then She grabbed a fistful of my hair, and started fucking me harder and faster. With the flip of a switch, the dildo began to vibrate, sending waves of pleasure through us both, and I started furiously pushing my hips back, meeting Her every thrust. Reaching around and stroking my cock, She fucked me until She was near orgasm, while Her guests watched us, rubbing their pussies.
Then She unfastened the harness, leaving the "cock" in my ass. Sitting on a chair in front of me, She ordered me to stand, and then forced me to stroke myself again, while She moved the dildo in and out of my asshole. This time, as I informed Her that I was about to cum, She granted me permission to do so. She pushed Her breasts up to my cock as, body trembling violently with a most intense climax, I shot loads of semen onto Her, and covered Her tits, and belly with my cum. Grabbing my hair again, and forcing my face to Her breasts, She commanded me to clean up. I licked Her from Her neck down to Her thighs, cleaning my cum off of Her exquisite body. I was kneeling, and She pushed my face between Her thighs, and made me lick Her pussy once more. I thoroughly enjoy licking Her pussy, and I coaxed orgasm after orgasm from Her, as long as She let me, and I have no idea how long that was. It could have been minutes, or hours.
After we said our farewells to Her guests, She stroked my hair gently, and told me how good I was; what an obedient pet I was, and I beamed with delight at Her approval. I was so happy to have pleased Her so. She took me to bed with Her that night, and rewarded me by straddling my hips for one long, slow fuck before we drifted off to sleep in each others arms. As if Her pleasure weren't reward enough.
The End.
Satisfying the User's Needs
Sometimes a PC upgrade can be boring as hell and sometimes it can have interesting possibilities. My name is John and I occasionally do upgrades to office PCs. I've been doing this kind of work for quite a few years. I've been involved in some really big projects and also some really small projects. My latest assignment was an operating system upgrade on one laptop.
I was looking through the online IT job postings late Tuesday morning, when I got a call from one of the consulting companies I occasionally work for. They told me the IT tech they had scheduled for a laptop operating system upgrade, didn't show up and they needed someone immediately to do the upgrade. Since I was available, I told them I could be on-site in half an hour. After profuse thanks for me being so accommodating, I was on my way.
When I arrived, I was escorted to the desk of a woman in her late 20's, who's name was Terry. She had a nice figure, being not too skinny and not overweight. Knowing how these upgrades can take hours, I was glad she had a nice personality. Sizing up he physical attributes, I estimated she was about an inch or two shorter than my 5'6" frame. I also guessed she was about 130 lbs and about a 34B. She had short brown hair and brown eyes. She was dressed conservatively in black slacks and a pull-over blouse, with a nice hint of cleavage.
In the initial chit-chat, I found out she actually lived about 100 miles away and normally worked remotely. The company had her make a special trip into the office today to do the upgrade. It meant she had to get up at 4:00 AM and drive for 2 hours to get here.
For this particular upgrade, I was given a 5-page list of step-by-step instructions to follow (normal for this kind of thing). I spent the first 20 min going through all the documents she had on the laptop that needed backed up, before installing the operating system. With all the documents put in the proper place, I started the backup procedure.
Part of the way into the backup procedure, an error message popped up, requiring me to call the helpdesk for instructions on how to proceed. The person I needed to talk to was on lunch break and wouldn't be back for a while.
With this particular upgrade, the instructions were that the user was suppose to sit with me so they could use their login at various parts of the process. Knowing Terry had to be really hungry about now, I told her to go grab some lunch.
While Terry was out, I finally got a response from the Helpdesk but needed Terry's login to proceed further. Thirty minutes later, Terry walked back into the office, explaining she had arranged for a room at the hotel across the street and had bought a few things she would need to spend the night, i.e. pajamas, toothbrush, etc. From the estimate on the amount of time the upgrade would take, i.e. till late in the day, the office was kind enough to let her get a room instead of making her drive all the way back home that evening.
With the upgrade back going again, there was a fair amount of down-time to chat about different things. Over the course of the next 5 hours, I got to know her pretty well and we were getting pretty comfortable with each other. She told me she had gone through a divorce about 6 months ago. She confided that the whole 5 year loveless marriage was a disaster. Except for their wedding night, her husband did little to satisfy her emotional and physical needs. She had been faithful during the marriage but her sexual needs were becoming more than she c
ould bear.
At times, during our conversations, my hand brushed against the side of her leg but she didn't pull away or indicate her disapproval. It was beginning to show that she needed some companionship right now.
By 5:00 PM, everyone else in the office had left. Terry and I were the only remaining ones. I could tell Terry was getting tired. She'd had a long day and she kept working her neck back and forth to try working out the kinks. I told her I thought I could help a little by massaging her neck and she agreed to let me give it a try.
I spent the next 5 minutes, using my fingers to try working some of the stiffness out of her neck muscles. It didn't help as much as I thought it should, mainly because her back was killing her as well.
Knowing that the upgrade was going to take quite a bit longer, I suggested we just let keep running while we went over to the hotel room where I could better massage her neck and upper back. She was so happy at the thought of getting some relief from back and neck pain, Terry readily agreed.
Telling her that the only proper way to do a good massage was to make direct skin contact, I had her take off her blouse and lay face-down on the bed, with her head just barely over the end of the bed.
As I began to work my fingers into her neck, Terry closed her eyes and started to relax, letting my fingers work the stiffness out. As the minutes went by, Terry became more relaxed and softly commented how good that felt.
Knowing that her back was part of the problem, I began to work her shoulders and the area around her spine. I could tell my fingers were really doing the job by the noises she was starting to make.
To get better skin contact with her back, I deftly unhooked her bra and pulled the straps to the side. Terry was enjoying the massage so much she barely noticed what I had done.
With her back completely exposed, I began to work my fingers in long strokes, from her neck to the small of her back. With each stroke down her back, my fingers worked their way further and further down, until they were working under the waistband of her slacks. Ooohs and aahhs began to emanate from Terry's lips. To make it easier for my fingers to work under her waistband, I managed to unzipp the side of her slacks between massages to her lower back. Terry was so lost in how good the massage felt, she didn't even notice.