by Robin Fate
Sam’s hand goes around his cock as he watches Anna ride this stranger. Elise moves off the bed and joins Sam where he is standing. She moves behind him and presses her breasts into his back. He can feel the heat of her pussy. She takes his cock in her hand and gives him a squeeze that is almost too hard.
“You’re going to put your cock in her ass, Sam.” Elise releases his cock and kneels to the side of Anna on the bed. Elise spreads Anna’s ass cheeks apart, revealing the pink rosebud of her asshole. Elise spits onto Anna’s rosebud, and rubs it against her skin, lubricating it. She does the same thing with Sam’s cock before she slowly guides it into Anna’s tight ass.
Anna groans as Sam slides into her. His cock is hot and thick and makes her feel endlessly full. She is incredibly tight, and he has to pull out and try to slide back in multiple times. He can feel Ted’s cock through the thin wall between Anna’s pussy and asshole. Ted stays still as Sam enters Anna. Once he is all the way inside, he pulls out once more and thrusts inside. As if on cue, Ted thrusts his cock into Anna’s pussy.
They alternate thrusting. As Ted enters Anna’s pussy, Sam pulls out of her ass and then slams back inside of her as Ted pulls out. Elise shouts encouragements and Anna’s wanton moans fill the air as her hands fist around the sheets on the bed.
Sam has never seen Anna like this. The noises she makes drives him insane. Her ass clenches around him, keeping him inside of her. The feeling is amazing, like nothing he has ever experienced before.
Anna cums, hard. She has never felt so full before. It almost feels like too much, but almost crossing that line just makes her pussy wetter. Her pussy milks Ted’s cock and her ass grips Sam’s rod. “Shoot your loads,” Anna hisses as she cums again. She wants nothing more than to feel herself filled up in both holes.
Ted shakes as his cock spurts deep inside of Anna’s tight pussy. He makes a noise low in his throat as he spurts rope after rope of cum into Anna. Her pussy spasms around his softening cock and Sam cums moments after. He pumps into Anna a few more times before slowly pulling his softening cock out of her ass. He groans as he positions himself at the top of the bed. He reclines. His breathing is heavy.
Anna pulls herself off of Ted’s cock and she reclines between Sam’s legs. Elise straddles Ted’s head and lowers her wet, shaven pussy onto Ted’s face. Sam and Anna watch as Ted’s tongue darts out to taste his girlfriend’s wetness. Elise grinds down onto Ted’s face, smearing her juices all over him.
Sam slides two fingers into Anna’s pussy, causing Ted’s cum to ooze out of her and onto the bed. He knows that they will have to wash the sheets, but he doesn’t care. Watching Elise ride Ted’s face makes him hard again. Anna, noticing his burgeoning erection, turns over and raises her ass into the air. For the second time that evening, Sam slides deep into Anna’s ass. He reaches around her body and uses the lubricant of Ted’s cum to rub Anna’s clit, hard and fast.
She bucks backwards as she orgasms and her ass holds him in. He is only able to pull out when the spasms of her orgasm stops.
Elise lowers the top of her body to Ted and takes his cock in her mouth. After licking the head, she looks up at Anna and says, “I can taste your pussy on my boyfriend’s dick.” She quickly lowers her head again and goes back to Ted’s cock. Ted’s tongue slides inside of her pussy, shallowly fucking her. She takes his balls in her hands and strokes them as Ted pumps his cock into her open mouth. She loves the feeling of his cock hitting the back of her throat. She releases his cock from her mouth and crawls down his body so her pussy is over his cock. She slides down on him slowly, her ass on display. Ted watches his girlfriend fuck herself on his cock, her ass jiggling with every movement. Elise uses one hand for leverage and uses the other hand to caress Ted’s taut balls.
Both men cum hard, Ted in Elise’s pussy and Sam in Anna’s ass. Sam pulls out of Anna and Anna lays down on her stomach, her hand under her body, lazily stroking her clit. Elise lifts off of Ted’s cock, his cum dripping out of her. Anna reaches her hand out and caresses Elise’s used pussy, catching Ted’s seed on her fingers. Elise lays down and Anna slides her fingers into Elise’s mouth so she can taste the combination of her own pussy juices and her boyfriend’s warm cum.
Anna rolls over onto her back and runs her fingers across Elise’s taut stomach. Elise breathes deeply and closes her eyes. Ted looks over at the clock. He is shocked to discover that it is almost three in the morning. “It’s probably about time we head home.” Anna pouts as Elise stands up. Ted gathers his clothes and dresses leisurely. Sam pulls on a pair of pants, but leaves his shirt off. They all walk out to the living room, where Elise picks up her dress and slides it back on. Anna remains naked, semen dripping down her inner thighs.
“Thank you for a fantastic night.” Elise presses a kiss on Sam’s lips and then to Anna’s lips. She takes Ted’s hand and leads him out of the apartment. Anna closes the door and walks back to the bedroom with Sam. Sam pulls his pants off and gets into bed. Anna climbs into bed, and she chuckles before curling around Sam.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
“This was all planned. Elise works with me and Ted is her boyfriend.”
Sam’s mouth falls open. “So they weren’t total strangers?”
“Nope! I’m going to see Elise tomorrow at work, but I figured it would be fun for you to think they were total strangers.”
“You’re kidding!”
“Not at all. Elise and Ted swing all the time. I told her about our weekend with Veronica and Ryan and she asked if we’d be interested in getting together. I thought it would be more fun if you thought we’d just met them at the bar.”
Sam presses a kiss to Anna’s cheek. “You’re the fucking dirtiest, most amazing wife ever.”
Anna shrugs and smiles. “I try.”
Amber – Part I
Another day of studying. It is raining outside and I am in the same coffee shop that I sit in almost every night, working on another paper for another class that makes me feel like a cog in a machine. But nevertheless, I had to finish my Master’s degree to get the promotion I wanted.
What I wouldn’t give for a little excitement…
I take a moment to stop and stretch. I also notice the lack of noise in the café. I look around and I see that the room is pretty much empty. There is a young woman with some incredible tattoos, reading a magazine behind the register. I bet she and I would get along.
Across the room, a man sits quietly with a MacBook and briefcase. He looks to be in his early forties, with dark eyes and dark brown hair with a little bit of silver coming through on the side. Somehow, the silver suits him well. I’m seriously jealous of how men age so gracefully. His face has soft but masculine angles and is completely smooth, not even a hint of five o’clock shadow, and he is wearing black slacks and gray button up shirt with the top two buttons undone.
I probably wouldn’t have realized that I was staring at this guy, but for him raising his eyes and looking at me, meeting my gaze from across the room. I quickly look back down at my laptop and start typing away, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.
I sit there, staring hard at my laptop and typing away at my paper, but I am not really doing anything. I am just thinking about the curve of the stranger’s jaw, the clean cut of his hair, and that momentary eye contact. I risk another glance at the man only to see him looking at me. I see his face break into a grin before I cuss at myself and look back down at my work. I can feel myself getting hot and moist so I quickly cross my legs, as if the stranger might notice my excitement.
I can hear the blood pumping in my ears and the warmth in my entire body; I want to fan myself, but I am afraid to move and embarrass myself. I think to myself that I wish he would just leave, but immediately after I think it, I feel myself hoping he won’t. I imagine myself touching the smoothness of his cheek when I hear a voice that makes me jump and hit the table in front of me.
“May I join you?” the stranger asks.
I look up
and he is staring down at me, holding two cups and a pot of coffee. I was so lost in my thoughts, I hadn’t even noticed he had moved.
He clears his throat and makes me realize I am just sort of looking at him with my mouth open. Damn, I am acting like a giddy teenager.
“Uh…” I clear my throat. “Um, yeah, sure.”
The stranger sits down and pours two cups of coffee, without asking if I wanted any. I feel like I should be indignant for his presumption, until I remember my cold, half cup of coffee sitting in front of me. Smooth, Amber, I think to myself.
“My name’s Matthew,” he says. He has a nice, friendly smile, but his eyes are fierce and piercing. This is a man who commands respect and attention. I wonder how long he had been there before I noticed him, and why it took me so long.
“I’m Amber,” I say with what I hope is a smooth recovery. “Do you come here often?”
He smiles with what appears to be approval. “No, no, I don’t usually come this close to the university. It’s too loud to work.”
“Oh yeah, it does get pretty loud. What type of work do you do?” I ask, while trying not to stare at the smoothness of his chest revealed through his unbuttoned shirt.
“I’m an investment banker. Nothing interesting, really, but it pays well and I have always enjoyed the status of success.” He says this while sipping his coffee and looking at me intently for a reaction.
I feel like I should be offended or irritated at his blatant statement of success and implication of wealth, but instead I feel a sense of appreciation at his honestly and relief that he isn’t just some sophomore punk who thinks he’s God’s gift to women.
“Do you enjoy your job?” I feel like I should keep him talking because I don’t want him to leave.
“Actually, I love my job. My office is great, I’m good at what I do, and I can enjoy the peace and quiet of working from home whenever I want.” He pauses for a moment before saying, “Although, meeting you makes me feel like I should come down here to work a little more often. How about you tell me what you do?”
I blush a little, but answer quickly enough to distract myself. “I’m a part-time student, going for my Master’s degree in HR.”
“What do you plan to do with it?” he asks with apparent interest.
“I’m hoping for a promotion at work, honestly.” I glance up at Matthew; he is watching me with polite interest. I decide to switch things up a bit. “Why did you come over to talk to me?” I ask abruptly.
I expect him to be taken aback, perhaps even get annoyed or embarrassed, but without missing a beat, he says, “Because you’re beautiful. If that’s too forward, I apologize, but you asked and I answered.”
This time, I blush from head to toe. I start to respond, but when I open my mouth, no words come out. I just stare at my coffee. Matthew just sits there, patiently waiting.
The waitress walks up to the table. “Hey guys, sorry to do this, but we are closing up.”
“Of course,” Matthew says. He leaves some money on the table and stands up. He looks at me and asks, “Let me grab my stuff and I’ll walk you to your car?”
“Sure,” I say, packing up my laptop and notes. I follow Matthew to his table where he packs up his stuff. We walk out the door together.
“Where are you parked?” Matthew asks me.
“Oh, well, I actually live in the apartments behind the café. I like to study here; my apartment can be too quiet sometimes.”
“Maybe I should come to the café more often. You were a delight to talk to, Amber.” He takes out his wallet and pulls out a business card with his name and information on it. He hands it to me. “Here’s my number. I’d love it if you gave me a call sometime.”
I look down at the card but I am not really reading it. Matthew is close enough that I can smell his cologne and the smell of his skin. I am so turned on, I can feel my panties getting damp. He turns to walk away.
“Wait,” I say, my voice a little rough from nerves. “Would you like to come with me to my apartment?”
Matthew turns and looks at me. He meets my eyes; then slowly, deliberately, he slowly moves his eyes down my body, taking in every curve of my body. He takes a deep a breath and sighs heavily. He takes two steps towards me, putting his body within inches of mine. He is about six inches taller than me and he leans down to my ear so that I can feel his warm breath on my neck. “Amber,” he whispers, “I don’t think I have enough self-control to resist you.”
He hesitates for just a moment, sighs again, kisses me lightly on the cheek, and turns very quickly to walk away. My nipples harden in response to that little show, I have goose bumps all over my body, and I can feel my moist pussy now swelling with excitement and desire. I realize he is walking away and I start to panic.
I look at him and as he turns slightly to walk around his car, and I can see that his pants are bulging so much that I can see the outline of his dick going up to his belt line. He isn’t looking back at me and I know that the whole situation must have ruined his cool, powerful demeanor. I can’t believe I was able to affect a man like that.
That thought is exactly what I need.
“Matthew!” I yell his name to get his attention, but this time there is no shakiness in my voice; it isn’t anger either.
He’s on the driver’s side now, but he stops and looks at me; he shows me that sexy smile that I noticed first. This time, I don’t turn to putty; I feel empowered.
“Sweet dreams, Amber,” he says with an even bigger smile.
“No,” I say. “Wait, don’t go yet.”
He hesitates and looks a little confused, but he doesn’t leave. He turns towards the back of his car as I walk around to meet him on the driver side.
As I walk up to him, he smiles again. I hold out my hand to him, as if to shake it.
“Ah, my apologies,” he says, reaching to shake my hand. “You must have distracted me from my manners.”
I grasp his hand, but instead of shaking it, I go up on my toes and I turn his hand and push it against my soaking wet panties. I look him straight in his eyes as he realizes that my pussy is wet and hot. He lets out a breath. “Oh my … holy shit.”
“I can’t believe you would leave me so wet and horny.” I grab his head and pull him down to me; I kiss him harder than I have ever kissed anyone, shoving my tongue as deeply into his mouth as he lets me. He seems to be in shock and I have a horrifying thought suddenly that I just crossed way too far over the line.
I am just about to pull away and run as fast as possible in the other direction when two strong hands grab me by the waist and lift my back up against his car. It wis wet from when it had been raining earlier and I jerk away from the cold, but I don’t get far because Matthew shoves his body up against mine, pressing his erection perfectly against my wet vagina.
He pushes against me harder than I thought I could handle, but he kisses me deeper and wraps my waist with his large, soft hands. I am caught up in so many sensations that I can’t focus on anything but the thrill and pleasure of it all.
I curl my legs around his hips and start to grind them firmly, but careful not to hurt. I can feel his cock growing even bigger now and almost rock solid. I want to see it, to hold it.
“Wait!” He gasps, pulling away from the kissing and groping. “We can’t do this. We’re both too smart and mature to be doing this.”
I am still being held between his hard dick and his car, so I am not sure that his resolve is much better than mine, but I guess he is probably right.
“I guess … You’re right.” I slow my breathing. “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have….”
“Wait, no!” He interrupted me. “No, no, this is great! But, we are downtown, by the university. I didn’t mean we can’t do this, I just meant we can’t do this here.”
“Oh!” I blush red. “Um, right….”
Matthew grabs me and kisses me again. “Where do you live?” he says between kisses.
“Mmmm… This way…” I respond
between thrusting tongues.
I hear his car alarm clock as we walk awkwardly to my apartment. Luckily I am on the first floor. We get to my door and as I am trying to unlock it, Matthew bends me over and pulls my skirt up over my ass. I have a moment of shock, but then he pulls my ass back against him and I can feel the hard bulge of his cock between my ass cheeks. He grasps my hair tightly, but not painfully, and he pulls it back while pushing himself between my ass cheeks. At this point, we are separated by some thin fabric and fading willpower.
I focus enough to get the door open and we practically fall into the small apartment. I start kicking off my shoes as he undoes his shirt. I point to the bedroom and he grabs me before I can walk in there.
He throws me on the couch and pushes me down with one hand on my chest. He kisses me hard again, but quickly starts moving down my body, nibbling and carefully biting all around my breasts through the silk shirt.
He thrusts his hands under my shirt and grasps my breast, placing his fingers around the nipples and squeezing them enough to get them hard.
I lift my hips up in frustration, trying to feel his hard cock against me again, but he prevents me from making contact. He slowly lifts my shirt up, carefully watching the shirt slide over my nipples. He flicks my nipple with his tongue, then he blows on it to get it hard again, all the while making me squirm and moan underneath him. He repeats this with my other nipple, but when I go to squirm, this time I feel the slightest touch of his finger running along the crotch of my panties.
“You smell so good,” he whispers to me. “You must want this a lot.”