Her plump backside was now hovering on a level with his groin.
“You finally gonna fuck me now, or what?” she asked breathlessly while she glanced over her shoulder.
Any possible answers got stuck in his throat before he could say a word.
Caprice just looked way too hot. She had placed her feet apart invitingly, so that he could see everything between her thighs: her swollen labia and her shimmering pussy hole.
Philipp squatted down, pulled her ass cheeks apart and licked her once from her front all the way to the back along her crack. Mmhh, she tasted delicious.
Her legs trembled. “Please, just give it to me,” she begged.
He grinned with satisfaction. This time he was making her feel weak. He had already accomplished quite a feat with that.
He unzipped his pants completely, so that they slid down to his knees and pressed his pelvis to her butt. His cock was being shoved against her pussy entrance.
Her position on the desk must’ve been uncomfortable for her. She was lying on her breasts and her arms were contorted, but she still pushed her butt out towards him.
Philipp rubbed the tip of his penis on her labia until she was dripping wet and then carefully entered her.
Caprice moaned and clenched. She was tight and he was well hung. Women usually appreciated his girth. Not all of them could easily take him in, but Caprice managed to do so effortlessly. She was well lubricated. And aside from that, she’d had enough cocks in her to be sufficiently pre-stretched.
He didn’t want to end up an insignificant faceless number in her life, but wanted her to remember him for a long time. He for one wouldn’t be able to forget what had gone down on that yacht for a long time.
While he massaged her butt cheeks, he had an idea. Why didn’t he try her entering her backdoor?
Philipp grinned. Would she like that?
He thrust into her fiercely a few more times, so that Caprice’s body was thoroughly shaken on the table and then pulled out of her. His cock was soaking wet — perfectly primed. He pressed the tip of his cock against her star shaped backdoor and paused.
Caprice tensed but didn’t protest.
He exerted more pressure until her sphincter relaxed and let him enter. Just a tiny bit.
Caprice trembled.
“You don’t have that much experience with this, huh?” he said as disparagingly as he could muster. He liked behaving like the arbiter, and Caprice seemed to be turned on by it as well. A deep groan escaped her mouth as he pushed in further.
“If you only knew,” she murmured.
She needed to provoke him after all.
His shaft was being captured by hot and tight walls. It took quite an effort to stretch Caprice. Either she was blocking him or she was naturally that tight.
“You’re huge,” she blurted out. She whimpered and her face contorted. Was she in pain? He immediately paused and let her adjust to his cock.
Philipp leaned over her and grabbed her hair. “You’re not so cheeky now, are you?”
“Just be a careful, yeah?” she whispered, her eyes closed.
Philipp was relieved. She was allowing him to live out his fantasy. There hadn’t been many women in his life that had allowed this practice.
While he took a break, he caressed her ass and her hips. When he felt her loosen up, he pushed deeper into her. Her tightness was driving him to the verge of madness.
Moaning, Caprice arched her back, while Philipp slid deeper into her, until he was all the way inside her. He carefully slid back and forth a little bit, enjoying the amazing tight feeling and felt like he was in heaven.
He leaned down to Caprice and slid his hands under her breasts. He enclosed her voluptuous mounds with both hands, massaging them, while he continued to fuck Caprice gently.
She loosened up a little; he thrust into her a little faster until his balls began to rhythmically slap against her labia.
Caprice moaned without restraint.
Philipp was about to come. Sweat was running down his face, since it took considerable effort for him to hold back. But he wanted to savor this opportunity to the full; enjoy it as long as he possibly could.
Her breasts felt hot in his hands. Philipp pulled one arm back, ran it over her hip and started rubbing her clitoris.
Caprice reared up. “Yes …” she moaned. “Harder.” Nothing could stop him now. He thrust into her deeply now, while he continued massaging her labia and clit.
When her anus suddenly tightened and her spring of Venus gushed out of her onto his hand, he climaxed.
“Caprice!” he moaned and would’ve loved to kiss her, to experience their union more intimately. His orgasm raced through his groin and sent a tingle down his spine. Every nerve in his body seemed to vibrate; his pulse raced. He ejaculated deep inside of her — once, twice — and then he pulled back to spray his final two loads onto her twitching starfish muscle. This gave it an animalistic and degrading edge, which he enjoyed tremendously. It gave him the feeling of being Caprice’s superior.
She was lying on the table, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. “That was truly a bittersweet vengeance, Philipp.”
With a grin on his face, he pulled up his pants. Her ass would be sore for a little while.
Philipp loosened the tie around her wrists and used it to gentlemanly wipe off the remnants of his passion from her butt cheeks. Thankfully, he had a replacement tie in his drawer.
“Well, then I guess we’re even,” she said and turned around.
The way she stood there in front of him, naked and disheveled, Philipp couldn’t help himself. He pulled Caprice into his arms and kissed her. He let his fingers brush through her hair and his heart started racing once more.
This woman made him weak at the knees.
She responded passionately to his kiss. But it only lasted a short while. “I’ve got to go,” she said quietly. Her cheeks were flushed as they released each other. She cleared her throat; he gave her some space so that she could get dressed.
With a few deft hand movements, she was back in her suit once more. She tidied her hair in front of the mirror, re-applied her lipstick, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
“I’ll see you, chéri.” She unlocked the door and was gone a few seconds later.
Philipp took a deep breath. A woman like Caprice could not be tamed by any man, he thought with a grin and then strolled over to the sink to freshen up. His eyes landed on her cigarette. Before he quit, he had always had a cigarette after a great fuck. Maybe today was the day to start again …
***
As Caprice left the building, she briefly looked up. Was Philipp watching her go? Unfortunately, she couldn’t tell. The building’s façade was mirrored glass so that during the day, it was impossible to see into the rooms. She had played along and enjoyed the show. Sex with Phil was nothing to scoff at. Maybe she should pay him a visit more often. The guy had a certain something. And he had nothing to blackmail her with. She, on the other hand, had obviously kept a copy of all the photographs; but only to remember their mutual erotic adventure and because she couldn’t get enough of the sight of Phil’s near naked body. But she would never use the pictures against him.
Although … maybe, but only in order to provoke another extraordinary intermezzo.
Caprice opened her handbag and took out a cigarette. In doing so, her gaze fell on the purple dolphin-shaped vibrator she had bought just that morning. It reminded her that she had tried to do something nice for Maren. Was she feeling any better? She still had that really awful flu and hadn’t gotten out of bed that morning.
Caprice lit the cigarette and got into her pink VW. She jetted through Hamburg, ignoring numerous traffic signs, and finally parked next to Maren’s red Smart car.
***
The sign on the door of their apartment said ‘Maren Janson and Caprice LaCroix.’ They’d been roommates in the apartment of a neat multi-story building ever since they’d gotten to know each other bet
ter on a business trip and become fast friends. Before that, Caprice had always considered Maren a shy wallflower, only to be surprised that she turned out to be quite the sophisticated seductress after all.
After work they often painted the town red together, frequenting Hamburg’s many exhibitions and concerts. She hoped her friend would soon be well again. Caprice missed their girly excursions.
As she unlocked the door, a woman in a sweat suit was slowly walking down the hallway towards her. She looked half-asleep. Her blonde bob was completely disheveled.
“I’m so sorry, I must’ve gotten the wrong apartment.” Caprice said with a grin.
Maren stretched and yawned. “Do I really look that bad?”
“Chérie, you look completely exhausted.” Caprice gave her a kiss on both cheeks. “Are you feeling any better?”
Maren nodded and sloped off in the direction of the bathroom. “No more fever, just feel a bit weak. I’ll be back in the office tomorrow, to work on some admin stuff. But there won’t be any great leaps of brilliance just yet.”
Caprice rushed past her, slipped into the bathroom and placed her handbag on the toilet seat. “I’ll nurse you back to health!”
She let the water run into the spacious bathtub and added some scented oil. “Now you’ll just take a nice, relaxing bath.”
“That sounds nice.”
While Caprice checked the bath’s temperature, Maren took off her sweat suit, revealing her slim, athletic figure.
Unlike Caprice, Maren regularly went running and also often rode her bike to work. Her body was accordingly in great shape. Maren generally lived a very healthy lifestyle — she didn’t drink or smoke either. Still, a tiny virus had managed to knock her out completely for a few days.
The little viral fuckers probably wouldn’t feel as comfortable in my body, Caprice thought, smiling to herself.
Maren wasn’t shy to get undressed in front of Caprice, but they were still very different as women. Maren was more of a reserved type. But still waters famously ran deep and Maren had proven more than once that she could go the other way, too. She just had a different way of winning over men. She often played the naïve little girl — which wasn’t what she was at all.
Caprice turned off the water and sat on the side of the tub, while Maren slid into the warm liquid. “Mhmmm, I needed that after all that lying around.”
Caprice put her hands on Maren’s neck. “You’re really tensed up, too.” While Caprice massaged her friend, she sunk lower with a sigh. Caprice examined her naked body unabashedly. She had chosen a bath oil on purpose, instead of a soap that would foam, so she could see every picture perfect detail of Maren’s body under water. Caprice was interested in Maren as more than just friends. Maren knew this but was, unfortunately, on the lookout for the man to spend the rest of her life with.
“Does that feel good?” she asked, while she poured some oil on Maren’s shoulders and kneaded them forcefully.
“Mmmhh, yes.” Maren answered blissfully.
Her hands accidentally kept slipping down to her cleavage. Her breasts were small and firm, completely different from Caprice’s — just enough for a handful, with dainty nipples. They made Maren look like an innocent girl.
Caprice eyed Maren’s pubic mound, where she’d only kept a narrow strip of hair. Her labia had been shaved completely. Flipper would have easy access. How would Maren react?
Caprice stood up and retrieved the waterproof dolphin vibrator from her handbag. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“Typical.” Her friend rolled her eyes.
For a moment, Caprice got lost in her deep blue eyes. Maren was an attractive woman and just her type.
“It’s only for relaxation purposes, sweetie.” She turned it on, before she sat back down at the edge of the tub and held the vibrator against Maren’s neck. “See?”
Maren grinned. “Don’t give me that innocent shtick, I know your real motives.” She stretched her neck out and tilted her head to the side. “Well, yeah, that really does feel very nice.”
“Told you.” Caprice playfully caressed her neck and shoulders with the dolphin and then moved over Maren’s breasts.
She peered at her, but didn’t say anything.
Caprice encircled her tiny nipples with the vibrator until they contracted. Now her breasts looked even more taut. Caprice had a strong urge to reach down and touch them.
“Caprice,” Maren murmured, “would you mind leaving the bathroom?” She grinned embarrassed, her cheeks flushed. “But leave the dolphin with me?”
Caprice pouted and pretended to sulk. “Mhhh, but it’s my dolphin.”
“Oh please.” Her friend looked so cute, Caprice wouldn’t be able to deny her a thing. She sighed dramatically and pushed the vibrator into her hand. “One day I’ll talk you into it,” she said with a smile and left the bathroom.
***
Maren leaned her head back against the edge of the bathtub and let the vibrator travel along the inside of her thighs. Caprice had started to really turn her on with this thing, but she still wasn’t willing to have sex with her friend. On the one hand it could endanger their wonderful relationship and on the other, because she simply wasn’t into women. Caprice was attractive- there was no doubt about it, but Maren still wanted a man. She had been searching for this dream man for ages. Would she ever meet him? One could never know. And until that day, she would prefer to enjoy herself with an affair or two.
She let the toy slide over her labia and used her other hand to pull them gently apart exposing her clitoris. As the vibrating nose of the silicon animal touched her pearl, a shiver went through her. She hadn’t felt any kind of desire in the last few days but now her appetite had been awoken and wanted to be sated. She pushed the tip into her pussy and simply enjoyed the pleasant vibrations inside of her. But in order to reach climax, she needed more. She usually only managed to come when her clitoris was also being stimulated.
Once more she pressed the humming tip on her sensitive spot and turned the power up high. Her libido promptly awoke. Her clit quivered, the throbbing increased incessantly and was finally released in an incredible, hot climax. Sexual energy flooded through her body and breathed new life into her. That’s exactly what she needed now.
Maren moaned quietly, relishing the sensation of her arousal ebbing and turned off the vibrator. As she placed it on the side of the tub, Caprice stepped into the bathroom — naked.
“That was quick, sweetie, guess you really needed that.”
She got into the water as well, making the tub almost flood. “I could have made sure you enjoyed that a little longer.”
“You’re hopeless.” Grinning, Maren pulled her legs close to make room for Caprice. They often bathed together or relaxed in hotel whirlpools on business trips. It was mostly innocent, in fact Maren almost felt honored to be so desired by a woman.
She leaned back and relaxed. “And now I want all the details. How did Philipp react when you turned up at his office?”
Caprice leaned back languorously and began …
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There’s more where that came from …
Caprice, the sassy French redhead and Maren, her beautiful but demure friend and colleague are back in the USA, chasing a hot celebrity story for Germany’s FLASH magazine. But this time they’ll be in small town Texas for a colonial style debutante ball — instead of a glamorous party in L.A. or New York, much to Caprice’s dismay.
Their subject is young, innocent TV star Charlene Summersville, who’s one of the debutantes and under her conservative manager brother’s thumb. The journalistic duo have lots of challenges ahead of them, as Caprice’s big mouth and overt sexuality causes all sorts of hiccups before they can get their big story. To do so, Caprice and Maren need to get dirty in the deep south.
Caprice: An Erotic Series
Tease me in Texas
By Anabella Wolf
Caprice — A Glamorous Erotic Series
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