by Emmie Combs
His penis actually grew hard again as he watched her intimate act of desperation. Apparently, the overwhelmingly erotic sight of a Warrior orgasm had placed her squarely in a state of orgastic need.
"Here, let me put it in you," Baynor rasped, his voice thick and distorted with returning hunger. "It's my turn to ease you."
He gently positioned her, smoothing his hands up her inner thighs and spreading them shockingly wide. Her vagina gaped beautifully, pornographically displayed before him, and Baynor was humbled by the trust she placed in him.
With a trembling hand, he swept over her glossy crease and plunged two crooked fingers inside her feverish orifice. Darting in and out, he stirred, swirling his digits in preparation for his uncompromisingly large dick. When she was ready, he withdrew his fingers, licking them clean of her honey, and knelt between her thighs.
Lowering himself, he guided his revitalized penis back to her crevice and jammed himself back in. Only a few moments of readjustment were needed before she urged him on. Baynor pumped his hips as fast as he could and watched her tight sex accept his pounding over and over again. His second orgasm was already on its way.
Baynor so enjoyed looking closely at the sex act. He had often watched, from inches away, while other warriors pumped their cocks into slick pussies. He loved seeing the cock disappear and the lips stretching to fit it. And watching himself turned him on even more.
Fuck yeah, here we go. He lengthened his stride until nearly the full length of his shaft pulled out from its home before plunging back in, and as spasms overtook him again, she orgasmed, milking every last drop of come.
His Burgeonie in ecstasy was all he wanted, all he needed for release but this time, his balls, almost empty, shot out in a normal man's load. He shuddered, feeling no less pleasure the second time around. It was just different. He felt love and warmth instead of ripping, animal lust.
As his beautiful charge whimpered, sated completely, Baynor gathered her in his strong arms, still erect and seated deeply inside her, he would be for some time before his manhood came to rest. He folded her in his embrace, pulling her in to the warmth and security of his massive, male body, and gently stroked her damp hair.
When it was time to pull out, she looked into his eyes.
"My Guard, my love. You can hide from me no longer. The laws that bind us cannot keep me from you. You are what my heart demands. I love you."
Her voice was barely a ragged whisper, but the strength behind it stemmed from determination.
Law or no law, a Bodyguard and a charge would be together.
The End.
Home Improvement
She followed him down the long aisle. Walking just far enough behind him as to not attract his attention, she was smiling to herself. This was a new game to them. He didn't know the rules. Hell, neither did she, she was making this up as she went along.
They had been seeing each other only a short time. But the excitement she was feeling was indescribable. Just simple things like driving to new parks to walk had become exciting with thoughts of secret meeting places, places where she could kiss his lips and touch his skin. The images of him kissing her and caressing her rushed through her mind. Slightly distracted she almost walked into a display of light bulbs.
He had turned around the corner at the back of the home improvement store. She quickened her pace to catch sight of him again. She turned to head down the same aisle and saw where he was headed. A long stark hallway with "RESTROOMS" above the entryway was before him. Into the men's room he disappeared. She came to a stop before the door and leaned against the wall to wait for him. He was in the room for a few moments when she realized, this was her chance... Not a soul had as much as walked past the aisle that lead here to the restrooms. It was the middle of the day; there were very few customers in the whole place that she had seen to begin with.
Taking her chances, she opened the door to the men's room and walked in.
He was standing at the sink washing his hands. He looked up to meet her gaze and a curious look passed across his handsome face. Her eyes darted to the stalls to make sure they were alone in the room before acting any further. They were empty, and when she turned back to his look, quickly she lifted her index fingertip to the center of her lips, motioning him to stay quiet.
He was still washing his hands when she walked up to him and grabbed his left hand out of the sink and pulled him away from it towards the last stall in the room. He had left the water running and his hands were dripping, when he looked over his shoulder. He was going to say something about leaving the water running, she could tell.
"Leave it", was all she said and continued dragging him into the handicap stall of the restroom. She shut the door behind them, turning him so that he was facing her; she forced him to press against the cold, concert wall of the room. She hung her purse on the hook of the door while holding him in place with her other hand on his chest. When she turned to face him a coy smile covered her face, he on the other hand, looked completed astonished and his eyes told her he was somewhat nervous about what was to come.
His lips opened to speak; she reached up and placed her index finger on them, once again motioning him to stay quiet. Slowly dragging the fingertip away from his top lip down to his lower one, she slid it back and forth, feeling the softness of his lips. Lips she envisioned at her breast, suckling her nipples. The thoughts raced again through her mind and she shut her eyes a moment to indulge in them.
When she opened her eyes, he was enraptured with her. His eyes sparkled with exhilaration, waiting to see what she would do next.
She leaned towards him and kissed him full on the mouth. His lips parted and his tongue reached to meet hers. She enveloped his succulent tongue and sucked on it. He groaned with anticipation, the nervousness was draining out of him and being replaced by sheer wanton desire.
Her hands moved up and down his body, rubbing him and touching him firmly through his clothes. He reached up to envelope her in his arms and she pushed them back down to his sides. Still kissing him and caressing him through his shirt, she lifted her knee to between his legs, nudging them apart a bit. He groaned again as her lips traveled to his neck, kissing and licking the tender skin there.
Her hand roamed lower, reaching in-between the two of them, pressing against his stiff cock through his pants. He was straining against the material, and his hips thrust to her hand as she rubbed him. Cupping his cock, she worked it up and down through his pants until he moaned again.
She herself was wet with desire to feel him thrust inside of her. She pulled back some from him, and reached down to undo his pants. Pulling the zipper down, his hips pushed towards her. She could see, and hear, and even smell how much he wanted her. She tilted her head to look up into his eyes while moving her hand into his pants. Grasping his hardness, she pulled his cock free from them. He was swollen and red with need.
He leaned forward to kiss her as she stroked his manhood with both her palms. She released his hardness and pushed him against the wall again. Somewhat rougher then before, he bounced off the wall some then came to rest his back on it, looking down, letting her have her way.
The water in the faucet he had left running abruptly stopped. The couple froze, looking at each other then the door of the stall. They waited for a split second, as they heard a man move into another stall of the bathroom.
So as not to be caught, she quietly backed away from her amorous lover and put the lid down on the toilet behind them. Then quietly she got up on it and kneeled, so her feet couldn't bee seen from the rest of the room. She grasped his cock again in her hand and moved him to stand in front of her. Anyone looking under the stalls would have seen a mans legs and shoes pointed in the direction of the toilet in his stall. She turned her face up to his and grinned. He was stifling a laugh himself, when her hand started to stroke his cock again. He looked at her with disbelief as she stroked him back and forth, playing with the head of his penis, pleasuring him.
They continued like that, him standing in front of her, her stroking his rock hard cock, until they heard the man in the neighboring stall finish his business and leave the restroom.
Undetected and undeterred by the interruption, she once again pushed her lover to press his back at the wall of the room, stepping down off the toilet; she immediately dropped to her knees in front of him.
She dropped one hand from his cock and used it to spread his legs enough to pull his pants down more. Pulling them to his knees, she fully exposed his hard on, and balls to her face. He inhaled sharply as the cool air from the room hit his privates.
Without looking up, she leaned in and took his cock in her mouth, sucking on it, using her tongue to cup it. His head fell backwards towards the wall and he moaned with what could have been mistaking for a sigh of relief. She loved to hear him moan and groan for her, and took it as an incentive to suck faster. Her right hand held the base of his dick as she followed up and down on it with her glistening wet lips. Her left hand reached up between his legs and cupped his balls, gently tugging at them with her fingers. Coinciding soft tugging with the envelopment of his engorged dick with her mouth, his hips were thrusting forward to meet her.
She moved faster still, wanting to bring him too the plains of orgasm. His hips drove towards her, and soon she felt his hands on each side of her head, intertwining in her hair. She allowed him to glide her mouth onto his cock with his thrusts and grasps of her hair. They moved faster together, both wanting him to explode.
She was moaning with passion, creating a humming vibration in his balls as she sucked on his shaft. The combination of thrusts, tugs, vibrations, and sucking put him over edge. He let out a soft yell as he shot his hot semen into her warm silky mouth. He seemed to cum forever, filling her mouth with his juices. Slowly she released his cock and pulled back. She tilted her head back, opened her mouth to show him his own cum, then promptly swallowed it and stood up.
A look of such pleasure passed over his sweet face, she smiled at him, and to herself. She leaned in and kissed him again, full on the mouth. Turned away, gathered her purse from the hook and walked confidently out of the men's restroom.
The End.
Geeks Can Play Hard-To-Get, Too!
"That was a lovely dinner, but I'm glad to be out of the humidity," she sighed.
"Yeah, it's getting to be springtime, for sure," he said, closing the front door behind them. "Let me go check email for a second."
"You geek! All this candy in front of you and you're getting on the computer?" She said, pouting and thrusting out her chest.
"Yummm...those look so nice!" He smiled.
"I'm glad you think so," she said, but they prefer a gentleman's undivided attention," she said, unbuttoning the first two buttons of her white blouse.
"Is that so? Well, I'd better make this email check fast, then," he said, turning to sit at the computer.
"Let's hope you do!" She said.
He began to scan his inbox on the computer when he heard the sound of clothes hitting the floor, first the short red skirt, then the white blouse. Finished with the email, he swiveled the chair around to be see her gently kicking off her sandals and standing there, barefoot in just a lacy white bra and tiny matching panties.
"Ohmy," he gasped.
She approached the chair slowly and straddled his lap. Kissing his cheek gently, she reached to his sides and pulled his polo shirt over his head. Rocking back and forth in his lap, she could feel him stiffen. Kissing the other cheek, she then began to caress his hair, then tugged it gently, pulling his mouth to hers. They kissed deeply as his hands rubbed her shoulders softly, hands running up and down her back, finding the hook behind her and sliding the bra off, letting it drop to the floor.
Her breasts now free, she pushed her chest forward guiding her left breast to his lips. Moving to kiss the nipple, she rocked back just before his lips touched it, replacing the left breast with the right one, then returning his attentions to the left one. Continuing to play with his hair, maintaining control of the movements, she rubbed her nipples against his face without letting him kiss them. Cupping her left breast, she offered to him again, this time letting his tongue flick across the nipple. He sucked both the nipple and her finger. She withdrew the offer, returning with her right breast, which he sucked even more forcefully than the left one.
"No, love, you get what I give you," she said in a throaty voice.
Gently rocking in his lap as he licked her breasts, she was getting extremely wet and aroused. She began to take deep breaths, her will asserting control over her body so she would not lose control. Rubbing her right nipple on his cheek, she squeezed the left in her fingers. Sliding to one side again, she allowed him to suck the right nipple for a long time, her fingernails now running up and down his back. She squeezes her legs onto his lap, and shudders as a small orgasm ripples through her form.
Standing up slowly, still breathing deeply, she took his hands from her breasts and placed them on the side of her panties. Taking the cue, he pulled them down her thighs, pulling her close to kiss her nipples, back and forth, tongue leaving a wet trail between them. Allowing him to lick and nibble both nipples, she leaned further forward, rubbing his crotch through his slacks. Standing him up, she quickly unbuckled the slacks and pulled them down with his boxers in one quick motion. Pushing him back down on the chair, panties still around one ankle, she climbed back on top of him, rubbing his erection against her crotch but not yet allowing him to enter.
Reaching down to squeeze his throbbing penis, she moved her other hand to her breast and led it back to his mouth. Rising up a bit, she guided the head to her outer lips, their wetness dripping down his cock. Taking in the head, she gasped but kept control, switching his kisses to the other nipple, then back to their original location.
Pulling back her hips, he pops out briefly, only to find the destination once again. This time she allowed him to completely penetrate, rocking her hips back and forth to work up a rhythm. Pulling his hair firmly, she kissed him deeply, now slowly moving up and down the entire length of his shaft. Shifting from rocking in his lap to circles, she twirled his cock around inside her applying pressure on him with her thighs, kissing him constantly.
She broke the kiss and guided his lips to her neck. Kissing and caressing her neck, his lips moved to her shoulder, tongue tracing a trail down under her arm, then slowly back over to her nipple. Teeth softly biting her nipple, she gasped and moaned, finally showing signs of losing total control of the situation. Shaking her head for a second, she recovered again and began to raise and lower her hips, bracing on the arms of the chair to do squats on his erection. Working up the pace, she now was literally bouncing off of his lap as he moaned, all but demanding release. Gripping the arms of the chair tightly, she sat down on him firmly and squeezed herself on top of him, guiding one hand to her breast and the other to her clit. Finally allowing herself to lose control, she flooded his cock and shook to the point where the chair began to move about. She moaned loudly, then caught her breath. Rising one more time off of his cock, she dropped down on it hard and screamed aloud as he pushed in both nipples.
Her screams pushed him over the edge and he began to tremble inside her soaking hole. Involuntary thrusts shot his juice deep into her as he cupped her breasts, his tongue running over her neck as he shook. Holding her tightly, he thrust three last times, making sure ever drop of him went inside her. Finished he fell against the chair's back, trying to catch his breath. She leaned forward to caress his hair and kiss his cheek and neck.
They held each other for about ten minutes, fingertips lightly caressing from waist to neck on each of them. Finally she rose and began to walk to the door. She turned in the door way and stopped to cup her breasts and stroke her nipples.
"You can finish your email now, love, but I don't want you chatting on there tonight. You have some more work to do in bed..."
The End.
Distractions, Distractions
Every bit of her felt it in the elevator. The door closed and her mind wandered off and suddenly the intense feeling of him standing next to her. He wasn't there physically, but in her head she could feel his presence and knew he was there. She knew she was imagining him breathing lightly against her neck. It was the slightest amount of air that she could feel, but she wanted to close her eyes and rub up against him.
The door opened and she stumbled her way out the elevator.
The entire day was a ballet of dropped papers and forgotten items. Distractions were normal in her job, but staying focused within the chaos was impossible with her master wandering around in her head. It was fine of it was really just in her head, but his warmth seemed to penetrate her existence more as the day went on.
She caught herself daydreaming at the coffee machine. She felt as he was right in front of her. She knew that feeling of his eyes looming into her face and she immediately looked down. She imaged his hand running on the inside of her blouse stroking the front of her breast and following the outline of her bra until it reached the strap. Then with one motion he would pull the strap down of her shoulder exposing her breast. Right then and there he would take it into his mouth and suck on it until it ached. She stood perfectly still as the thoughts clouded her mind. She wanted to touch her breast to see if this was her imagination, but she knew that she did not want to stop the images from coming into her head. A co-worker broke though pattern by asking for cream and sugar. The coffee was done.
It became a game of sorts for her. She realized he was there when she was alone in her thoughts. Sitting at her desk she knew it was a matter of keeping busy or getting up and doing something ever so often, because once she got past her paperwork or her phone calls he would be there waiting for her. His hands would slowly go between her legs and part her lips. Ever so gently tormenting her with his fingers on her clit. She would have to sit there frozen in her thoughts anchored firmly to her chair trying not to even breath. Each little circle spiraled closer and closer to ecstasy. She raised her hips a bit in the chair so she could feel familiar feeling of his hand pushing her further and a little bit harder. She found herself holding on to the arms of the chair and suppressing the need not to buck.