Celeste wore pants and a polo shirt to work and she removed all of that, leaving her bra and panties on.
Celeste wasn’t a drinker, so the alcohol went through her rather quickly. She grew warm and more aroused as they watched the video.
Chris rubbed and felt up Celeste’s body and she turned to begin to kiss him. He rubbed her pussy through the fabric of the thong that she wore and dipped down to lick her, pulling the thong to expose her lips. He went to the bag and pulled out a rather large dildo.
“This is your new best friend,” Chris said.
He rubbed it up and down her pussy. He pulled her thong off and slipped the dildo into her; it was a tight squeeze but he got it into her and pulled it in and out as he sucked on her clit. Celeste held her legs back by her ankles and allowed him to work.
She went back and forth between watching him, the porno (which featured a threesome between two men and a woman) and the two of them in the mirror positioned over the bed.
He pulled the dildo out of her and went back to the bag, where he pulled a case of Ben Wa balls. He inserted the two balls into her. “Push them out,” he cooed. As she pushed them out, he licked her, gently pushing them back into her, effectively creating a slight thrusting sensation.
He went back into the bag and pulled out a butt plug and some flavored lube and lubed the butt plug up before inserting it into her to stretch out her asshole. He continued on with the Ben Wa balls before stopping to take his clothes off. “69,” was all he said.
Celeste climbed on top of him and faced the TV and he continued licking her as she sucked his dick. She savored the feeling of his dick bumping against the back of her throat and the salty taste of his pre-cum oozing out of the tip. She inhaled both of his balls into her mouth.
“Push them out,” he said. She pushed the Ben Wa balls out of her and he continued to devour her pussy and push the butt plug in and out of her occasionally, until she came all over his face. She sucked his dick faster and faster in response to her orgasm.
He got from underneath her and entered her still quivering pussy doggy style, thrusting in and out of her with the same intensity that she'd become accustomed to from their earlier encounters. She gripped the sheets and lay close to the bed, still spent from her first orgasm.
“Let me see you,” he said. Celeste spread her cheeks apart and Chris looked at the butt plug nestled in her ass and his dick going in and out of her. He gripped her hips tightly as he pounded into her like a madman.
Eventually he reached a point where he stopped and grunted and pulled out of Celeste’s wet twat. “Turn over and let me see your pussy,” he said.
Celeste followed his command, getting back into the familiar and favorite position. Chris swatted her twat and Celeste grew aroused once more. Chris pulled the butt plug out of her and replaced it with his dick, fucking her intensely as usual. “Fuck me,” Celeste growled at him.
She spread her pussy lips open a little wider and rubbed the dildo up and down her even wetter pussy, and inserted it into herself. Her hand bounced up and down quickly as she shoved the dildo in and out of herself.
Chris grabbed her throat. “You like that you fucking slut? You like taking dick like this?”
“Ooooh, yessss…..” She came loudly and strongly once again from the dirty talking and the double penetration.
Chris slid out of her and jacked out above her chest and face, letting off his load on both. Celeste spread it around and licked it off of her lips and fingers.
***
Celeste became more agreeable with Chris and stopped tormenting him, unless she wanted to in order to get him to fuck her aggressively as a form of punishment.
They kept their dalliances a secret from their parents, lest they not be understanding.
While involved (mostly sexually) with Chris, Celeste put her rich man fantasy on the back burner and concentrated on work. Within eight months of being hired, Celeste had put together a top notch team that had expanded and had helped her achieve assistant manager numbers.
As an assistant manager, she did more office work and less field work, which Celeste did not mind at all. In the early mornings, she took community college courses to work towards going to a university.
And she gently prodded Chris into going back to school as well. If she couldn’t marry an already wealthy man, she was going to make one.
Celeste once thought herself untouchable, but Chris soon proved that to be untrue.
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Sicilian Stallion
by
Monica Austin
Marco and I had been dancing around the subject of sex for what seemed like forever. We flirted, teased and wound each other up and had still only gone as far as phone sex. Amazingly dirty phone sex, but that's beside the point.
Every time I asked him to go farther I got the same answer, "If B says its OK then I will fuck you until you can't walk or see straight Jena. But until then, no," he insisted. Who's B you ask? B is my boyfriend Brad. It's the nick name Marco, his best friend, has always called him.
Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'Your boyfriends best friend?' I know, I know. It's bad, it’s wrong, on every level. But this guy is just so hot! Don't get me wrong, B is great. I've very few complaints in that department. But B is just not the flirtatious type or into dirty things. Marco is and oh my does he know how to flirt. Damn those Italians... excuse me, Sicilian as he likes to remind me. (Whatever, right?)
It's not about me wanting out of my relationship with B or wanting to be with Marco. I’m perfectly happy with B and on a side note; Marco is SO not my type if we're talking about dating or romance. Sexually, hell to the yes! This is about sex, plain and simple. I want to sample some variety and I want to sample Marco. Badly.
I know it may seem like I am wanton by being in a relationship but lusting after another man. Very few people can understand that the desires of the heart are not always linked to the desires of the body. In a man’s case, society doesn’t think twice about a man who has a girlfriend or wife, yet still desires a hot woman he sees on the street or in a movie. Double standards can really be a pain in the ass.
Well, thankfully my lust crush understands that I desire him in bed, but I am in no way looking for an emotional connection. The only problem with that is he has a certain amount of morals and respect for his best friend which means that he won’t close the deal without taking permission in advance. This is a good quality in a man, but that doesn’t help my lustful desires, so I need to figure out a way to get what I want, while keeping everything I have.
So one day when the texts started heating up again, I decided to see how far I could push the envelope. He kept saying he wouldn’t fuck me, but what WOULD he do? We started with the typical ping pong of naughty flirts, each one getting dirtier than the last until I finally suggested we meet the next day for "lunch".
He gave me the same tired response he usually does. "If B says its OK then I'll take you to lunch and then fuck the holy living hell out of you." I replied back that I'd already heard that answer before, and continued: "If you won't fuck me without permission, what WILL you do?" He texted back, 'hmm'.
Then a few minutes later this is what I got: "I'm not sure yet but meet me for lunch at noon tomorrow, you know the place, and we'll see what happens from there," he offered. I wrote back that I would be there.
We let the conversation end there though my mind was awash with thoughts of the many things we could get into that would be just as sinful and naughty as a full out romp in the bed. These thoughts firmed my determination to undermine his by being as irresistible as possible to see just how far I could push the proverbial envelope.
The next day I spent some time getting ready. I sunk into a hot bubble bath and shaved, exfoliated and washed everything. Af
ter the bath I put on a short denim skirt and a cute button down top. Underneath I'd already put on a sexy pair of red lacy boy shorts and a matching bra.
Every item was carefully chosen to entice him in every way possible without seeming whorish. I made sure to cover my skin in a lotion that smelled of passion and had a slight shimmer that made my skin pop and glow. I slipped my feet into a pair of sexy sandals and off I went to see how much trouble we could get into.
The drive up took about 30 minutes in traffic which seemed like an eternity due to the anticipation and lust that was coursing through my veins. I was wound up tighter than a watch spring. I couldn’t think of anything but sex. I'd heard him cum over the phone a few times and seen pictures of his very impressive cock in phone texts but that was all... so far.
I parked the car and debated on whether I should take my panties off or not. They were already decently damp thanks to my tightly wound desire to have him inside of me fully. I opted to keep them on for now.
I walked into the restaurant and found him sitting at a table near the bar. He had a glass of wine in front of him already. He looked good enough to eat, which is just another of those fantasies I’ve had running though my mind since I told him that I lusted after him. He stood there, all 6ft 2 inches of him, smiling at me wickedly. His sandy brown hair was tussled with that bed head look that drove me crazy.
He pulled out my seat and as he did he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you sure you can handle this?" I turned my head and looked up at him as I sat down. "I've been dying to handle it all morning," I replied with a slight grin on my face. He smirked and said "Uh huh I bet you have."
The sexual tension in the air was so thick you could choke on it. I swear I could feel the heat coming off of him, radiating across the table and wrapping around me. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air. I was so pent up I could come with one touch from his beautiful fingers.
I am really surprised that the people around us didn’t feel the obvious desire that was passing forth between us, I can think of a dozen times I saw a couple together and thought they were just moments away from tearing each other’s clothes off in public. I used to smirk at that, but now that I am in the same situation, I totally understand what they were going through.
He motioned to the waitress who took our orders. He slid one of the glasses of wine in front of me and said, "You might need this." I smiled, picked it up and took a long sip, savoring the flavor; sweet, crisp and delicious. I licked my lips slowly, making sure he was watching. I knew that he loved my full lips, and licking them like that would fill his mind with thoughts of my lips all over his body, devouring him in every way possible.
He smirked again, shaking his head. "Maybe it's you who can't handle this?" I asked. He said, "Oh darling, I can handle you all day long with no problem. You just need B's permission," he reminded me. I made a face and said "Oh this again? I thought we were going to talk about what you would be willing to do?" I replied. "Yes we can talk about that. What did you have in mind you dirty little slut," he answered.
"OK, so you won't fuck me. How about having oral sex?" "Isn’t that sex by definition?" he asked. "Well yes but not according to Clinton," I teased. "True, but that might be taking it too far," he answered. "How about I start with the easier stuff then? What about kissing, all types, chaste and passionate?" I offered.
"I could do that," he said. "OK, fondling?" I offered again. "Sure, that's safe enough," he said. "OK, umm, mutual masturbation?" I questioned. "Maybe, if you can keep that hungry mouth of yours above my waist," he teased, winking at me.
"I can read it all over your face. You're already so far past turned on aren’t you?" he asked. "Yes, care to relieve me?" He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Oh yes. I would love to do that and more. But we have to be careful. We need rules or we'll get into trouble," he stated. I nodded and then the waitress brought our food.
Even with these little concessions, my mound began to get moist with anticipation. My mind was going in a million different directions thinking about how his tongue would feel entwined with mine, how his shaft would feel in my hands, and how his fingers would feel delving deep inside my folds lifting me to the heights of the most exotic climax.
We ate in silence for a few minutes then he asked. "So why do you want this so badly? What is it about me that turns you on so much?"
"I don't think your ego needs to be any bigger than it already is but I'll bite. I love how you flirt. How dirty your mind is. I feel safe saying and doing things with you because I know you don't want a relationship past the physical. We could never fall for each other. We aren't each other’s types, romantically. You're sexy, naughty, fun. If you're half as good in bed as you are at flirting, then I HAVE to know what that's like," I blurted out.
He grinned bigger and nodded. "That wasn’t so hard was it?" he asked. "No, but I’m hoping something else is. Now it’s your turn to answer that question," I replied.
He chuckled, "Not yet but it wouldn't take much. I find your wit and humor attractive, you're sexy, fun, persistent and I want to know how dirty you can be. I'd like to make you cum till you can't cum anymore. Until you're so spent you can't walk or see straight and still leave you wanting more," he said, staring right into my eyes the entire time.
I gulped my mouth agape. I couldn’t speak. He just sat there and smiled. "Then why don't you just put me out of my fucking misery already?!" I said, downing the last of my wine. "Alright, but here are my conditions and if you can't agree to all of them, it's a no, OK?" he said. I nodded as he continued.
"No sex, we can make each other cum, kiss and fondle but there will be zero penis, mouth, pussy contact. No one can know about this, no one. No getting jealous, emotionally attached, possessive or acting like a girlfriend. This is physical only. No cuddling, no staying over, any romance and nothing in public. We can share a drink or a meal but no dates. No showing up unannounced, no regular meetings. This is a once in a while thing, not weekly. And if this ever interferes with either of our real lives, it's done,” he replied.
I thought about it for a minute and nodded. This was almost everything I wanted, but I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t demoted to simple sex buddy status once we decided to actually take our flirting to the next level.
“OK I agree, but I have a couple of conditions too. We have to be respectful, honest and kind to each other. This is not a fuck a stranger thing. I don't want to be treated like trash because I am not that. Aside from being attracted to your body, you are my boyfriend’s best friend, which means I already have a fair amount of respect for you, which won’t change regardless of what we do or don’t do. Be nice to me as a person and as a woman. I also want the option for more physical contact left open for discussion. Minds change," I said.
"Agreed," he answered.
He took his phone out and texted something. "Here's my address, it's up around the corner from here. Keep that information hidden for both your sake and mine. You can follow me up there today but in the future we can meet there. OK?" he asked. I nodded. We let the waitress clear the table, paid the bill and went out into the parking lot.
He stopped at my car and opened the door for me, but before he let me get inside he pulled me to him and hugged me. This was a very different hug than what we'd done before though. I could feel his erection against my stomach, it felt like a hard form of heaving waiting for release. My nipples were hard against his chest. He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass, pushing me into him.
"This is what you keep asking for and you're going to get it. I hope you're ready for it," he whispered into my ear kissing it as he pulled back.
I’m sure I looked like an addict desperate for a hit of that sweet sweet drug. I know I felt that way. I needed cock, his cock in the worst way. Even if it was just in my hand I didn’t care.
I shuddered as he walked away. I ducked into my car, started it up and followed him to his apartment. Anticipation was killing me. I knew I was going to cum t
he first time he touched me. I just hoped he wasn’t toying with me. I was in bad shape already.
I got out of my car and followed him up the stairs to his apartment. Neither of us said anything. Our minds were racing too much to speak. Once inside, he pushed me up against the door and claimed my mouth in a heated kiss. I swear my lips were on fire. He sucked them into his mouth, nibbling on them as his hands traveled around my waist and down my body, pulling me into him. Our bodies fused together.
He kissed me hard, grinding his lips over mine then slowed, taking them softly, urging me to open my mouth with the tip of his tongue. I opened, moaning pleadingly, my hands around his neck, pulling at his hair as we kissed. I could feel him grind against my mouth. His tongue slid inside and tangled with mine.
I could taste my wine and his at the same time. I moaned again as his hands grasped my ass, squeezing it hard. "That’s it my little slut, show me how badly you want this," he said, sucking at my tongue and deepening the kiss even more. I groaned, raking my nails down his neck lightly. He moaned too, a low growl that vibrated against my mouth.
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