Angela was once again feeling more pleasure than pain as James started to slowly fuck her virgin ass while also finger fucking her pussy. The feeling for James was awesome as her pussy contracted around his finger and her ass gripped his cock like a vice. Angela was once again tingling with excitement and she felt both James’ cock and finger fucking both holes with only a thin membrane separating them. The tightness of Angela’s ass was such that James knew he wouldn’t last long as he thrust hard and fast into her ass. Angela told him to fuck her hard as she could feel another orgasm about to explode within her. James said he could hold on no longer as he deposited the remainder of his seed into her bowels. Upon feeling him cum inside her ass Angela pushed back against him as he continued to finger fuck her. Angela screamed at him to rub her clit, which James’ immediately obeyed as he felt a new stream of juices flood his hand and Angela fall to the floor in exhaustion.
As they both took deep breaths in order to recover their composure James smiled at Angela and said she had the brief to fill the position …. and …. if she wanted it, the job was hers!
The End.
The Soul of a Good Wife
I’m a good wife. I have been married for many years and my husband and I have a very active sex life but for some reason my soul craves more. For the last year I have been emailing my fantasies to a man that I met over the Internet. He is a extremely good looking, smart and keeps me laughing. I have never met him, but I have talked on the phone with him and we are not only miles apart ...but many moons apart....this however does not stop the passion I have for him burning within me. Occasionally I think about meeting him and my heart races, but then I remember that yes I am happily married and this is all fantasy and should remain that. Fantasy only to be traveled in cyberland. None the less there is something about him that keeps me wanting him.
So tonight as I sit on my computer, my husband at work, I share with you a letter that I recently typed up to my mystery man. Why? I guess so I won’t feel so alone. No one knows about my secret emails to him, I can’t confide in anyone. So I confide in you, you the readers from cyberland.
Dear Quenton,
I wish you were here. I'm all alone at this moment and you have my complete attention. OOOOOhhh what i'd give to have your sexxy body enter my office.
I look up from my computer. I see you coming around the corner. MMMmmm you look incredible in your jeans and your t and amazing smile.
I smile and say...hello handsome...what brings you to my house? You smile and say...hmm you have to ask..and giggle a little giggle...
Your giggle is so sweet yet mischievous. I want to just savior the moment. Looking you over from your face all the way down to your socks, imagining the many ways I plan to fuck you and be fucked by you.
I stand up. Toss my fingers through my long red hair and say in a seductive way.... I want you Quenton....you look deep into my brown eyes and watch as they connect completely with your soul...
I stay standing and watch as you walk over to me. Your body is so sexxy I'm feeling very wet in anticipation of my hands connecting with it. Just then I feel your lips on mine. My eyes close and I feel your tongue enter my mouth. Your hands reaching around my hips and pulling me close with one quick motion. MMM I love how you feel, how you smell. I can sense we are going to have an incredible night...but at this moment I just feel unable to move. My body is completely under your spell. Feeling your hands slowly rome up my skirt, sliding up into my panties. Your fingers inching their way into my dripping wet pussy...ohhh god I say...and I look deep into your eyes.
My hands resting up on your shoulders. Your fingers are going to make me cum ...i'm feeling your fingers deep inside me...then pulling out..then slowly in......all the while your thumb is lightly teasing my clit.
My body falls forward and I almost collapse into your arms. My head resting on your chest, feeling your heart pound as we stand together....oh God! sensations pouring through my body. I want to turn around so badly and have you fuck me doggy style but the sensations are too incredible and I don't want to stop......then I begin to cum....soaking your fingers even more. My body twitching. My face burring itself into your chest.. my teeth nibbling your shirt......as waves rush up and down me and my moans and sighs seem to take over the silence that once was.
Just then I feel your fingers leave my pussy. I bring my head up and look at you and say ..my god that was incre---and before I can finish what I’m about to say ...I feel your fingers in my mouth. I begin to suck them. Smelling my pussy and my orgasm as my tongue tastes it. Sucking your fingers. My cheeks indenting in. My eyes locked on yours. My hands holding your wrist as I suck and suck...hearing you speak to me...yes Beth...suck my fingers...
Your voice is so captivating. I'm trying my hardest to refrain from just dropping to my knees and taking your cock in my mouth this instant, but I eagerly wait and watch as the expressions on your face entice me to continue to suck you. I feel your fingers slip out and your strong hands pull me in close. Our hips touching. Your cock bulging in your pants.........we kiss....oh god me kiss like the world has stopped...I can feel your tongue searching around for my sweet cum in my mouth.....I hear your say mmm mmm..and I to also say mmhmmm as we continue to connect only with the movements of our tongues and the feel as our hips touch....and press together....
I stop kissing you...and manage to muddle out the words...softly and sweetly...fuck me doggy style ...god Quenton I want you to fuck me doggy style.
With that I feel you turning me at the same moment I hear your button fly's open...I haven't even seen your cock yet. I think oh how id like to suck your cock, but just when I am about to say that, I feel your cock enter into me from behind...ohhhhhh yessss you feel wonderful...slowly entering my soaked pussy...your strong hands resting on my hips...pulling me in closer...yessssssss i say ...ohhh god yessssssss.
I feel your cock all the way in me now. Your body falls forward and I feel your breath down my back. My hands resting on my thighs, my muscles tensing. My butt feeling the heat of your body resting on it. I hear you say...fuck ya...oh god fuck ya ...hearing your voice arouses me like I have never felt. I feel like going wild. I start pushing my hips back into you matching your thrusts. My moans and breathing louder than I have ever imagined...
Fuck me quenton...yes ...fuck me harder...FUCK ME HARDER....your moans tell me you are about to cum. I want to hear you. Hear those sounds you make when you are getting closer and just the sounds alone make me start to cum. I lean all the way forward my hands dropping down onto the floor my legs slightly bent at the knees and I feel you so deep in me. I cum and cum and cum...as your moans and cum fill every sense I have... I hear you say to me... suck me..
suck our cum off my cock Beth...
I slide my pussy off you and stand up and turn around. I feel your hands pushing my shoulders down and I am down on my knees before you, your jeans half way off hanging at your thighs. Sucking you, taking your cum soaked cock into my warm mouth...gently...lovingly...affectionately.
Feeling as your fingers run through my hair and your breathing slowly eases down. Tasting your sweet pineapple cum...my sweet sugar cum...mixed...deliciously blended.
I hear you say...mmm that feels good...now kiss me...kiss me Beth so I can taste your mouth...
With that I motion my way up. My hand continuing to lightly stroke up and down your cock, as I stick my tongue deep into the back of your throat. Feeling like I have never felt before...completely connected.
Connected..even though I have never met you, I feel as if your soul has already danced like this with mine.
The End.
Master to her Seduction
The reception was held at a nearby plantation restored to its original charm. Horse-drawn carriages brought honored guests to the front stairs, where an equally debonair gentleman promptly escorted each elegantly dressed woman to the ballroom.
The plantation owner saw her from across the marble floored room, the cha
ndeliers setting her auburn hair brilliantly ablaze. She wore a soft natural tan suede dress that fell to her ankles, accented with delicate silver and turquoise hand beaded fringe. He moved towards her, and when she looked up, their eyes met, engaging in a silent exchange, evoking irrefutable sensations – emotionally and physically.
They didn’t touch, savoring the moment, and saving more for later. Her heart beat wildly in her chest – his scent lingered in her nostrils long after she continued past to greet other guests in the ballroom.
She mingled easily, moving about the room in a dance-like fashion, so that the light caught the hues of the leather dress smoothing her luscious curves. She wore a hammered silver choker, with a single pendant at her throat – a very detailed depiction of two lovers entwined, delicately carved in bone. Feathery earrings framed her face, dove feathers dangled around each of two long, beautiful iridescent blue and green peacock eyes that dusted her shoulders.
The men in the room could not resist a glance – she took these opportunities to charm them more with a seductive smile. She was gracious with the ladies, greeting with hugs and sincerities. The men were the fuel of her fire.
In one corner, a musician expertly fingered a magnificent grand, expressing the melodic highs and lows of love, loving, and lovers. The music was alluring, inviting dancers to experience excitement, explore the edge.
He watched as she stalked the unsuspecting gentlemen, selecting the object of her night’s attention, and temporary affection. She touched their hands, letting her fingers linger just a moment longer than a casual greeting. She leaned closer, where her fragrance intoxicated. One, she caressed with red tipped nails – as if clawing her intent into his subconscious mind.
She walked alone to the French doors, slipped outside into the crisp air.
It was late now, dark in the lush garden, lit only by a few ivory candles placed on bamboo stakes along the walkway. She stepped carefully, leaning down to unlace white leather moccasins, tossing them aside as she continued on, barefoot. She heard the doors open from behind her – he was following her… and she stopped to wait.
The soft leather material felt velvety against her skin, feeling almost bare under his fingers as he began to caress her large round breasts, pulling her forcefully toward him – overcome with intense desire. She resisted only slightly – unable to contain her own intense yearning. She succumbed to his whispers at her ear – hypnotized by the vision he described, feeling every word… but aching for only one who could extinguish the flames set afire in the ballroom – her master.
The reception host – her One – casually watched from the second floor balcony, leaning against the rails, smoking a cigar. He could see their silhouettes in the garden; her coppery hair glowing in the moonlight made the identification unmistakable. He stood there, slightly amused, aroused by their risky rendezvous. His plantation princess had entangled another unsuspecting prey into her seductive web…
She came down the path alone, having said good night to the frustrated suitor, one of many who had at one time or other attempted to capture more than her attention.
His magnificent darkness stepped out from the shadows, grabbing her arm as she started to pass by – enfolded her in his arms to experience the lust she breathed, the seduction that seeped from her flesh like an aphrodisiac. She gasped, expecting he would be waiting, but not knowing exactly when he would appear – his grasp was strong, possessive, and arousing.
He wrapped his fingers gently around her throat, nipping at her neck, then stroked his tongue down to her ample breasts, savoring her pale flesh against his lips. She arched toward him, feeling his swollen manhood against her smooth thigh. He put a hand under her knee, lifting her so that she wrapped herself around him tightly with one leg. The dress fell aside, revealing that she wore nothing underneath…
Watching his face intently, she unbuckled his belt and pulled the leather strap out of his pants, letting it trail slowly across her lips – his eyes stared into hers, striking promises of ecstasy at her brazen, and irresistible, seduction. She deftly managed the zipper, releasing his full erection and wrapping her fingers around him.
She stroked him playfully, scraping her red painted nails across his throbbing cock, rolling his balls in her palm – squeezing him, feeling the fullness inside. She pressed against him in a breathless moan, pleading for him.
Leading her to the ground, he whispered his desire. She held his body to her possessively, her ankles against his back, biting into his shoulder in response.
She felt him against her, tightening around him as he entered, slowly pressing deeper inside. She gasped, every nerve alive with sensitivity as he explored further – his cock engulfed in the comfort of her warm, wet silkiness as she clinched and released him.
They began the dance, holding each other captive with pleasure, their music becoming more intense with each touch. Finally, an explosive finale was inevitable as their bodies writhed in tandem frantically, desperately… he pressed against her, she against him… she wanted to scream, but kept quiet, every part of her now his.
This was yet only the beginning. The hors d’ oeuvres of an excellent main course that would be prepared for mutual, ultimate pleasure – no reservations necessary. She was acutely aware that his power was stronger than hers, this man held the key no other would ever find.
Their relationship was constant, though most would consider it non-existent. Their connection was beyond earthly attraction – he saw into her soul, knew what secrets hid there. She was an enchantress – wise and sexy, filled with spirit and fantasy. He could not fathom what thoughts raced through her mind at any given moment and though he could not guess what drove her imagination – he was clearly the one man she trusted to expose her vulnerabilities and accept her surrender.
He returned to the house, strolling purposefully amongst the other guests until he reached the back stairs. Slipping through the door, he went down three flights to the cellar door, unlocked the bolt with a brass key from his inside pocket, and went in.
He lit a votive candle sconce on one wall, followed by half a dozen other candles placed around the room. This is where she would come tonight after her return to the ballroom. She had been here before, and he had promised then it wouldn’t be her last time.
She would be restrained, her body tense with anticipation, a silk scarf tied securely over her eyes. He pictured long, red strands hanging from her shoulders and full round breasts, beautifully bare in the candlelight.
Everything was ready here. Soon, he would bring her down into this special place again, satisfying her desires in ways no other man could. Indulge her imagination with intense explorations of her own fantasies, known only to him, allowing him to enjoy her most delicate treasures. Like the lovers in the bone carving at her throat.
He returned upstairs to the ballroom. He saw her standing in the doorway, near the man from the garden, talking to another couple. Her hair fell loosely in soft curls, askew around her face, still blushed…
She turned and caught him watching. Graceful as a sleek cat, she kissed the cheek of her gentleman friend, said something to the others, and crossed the room toward him.
Her blue eyes magnetized him until she stood directly before him. Leaning closer to his face, she reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his cock through his pants… and squeezed knowingly.
He pulled her to him roughly, hearing her gasp… now he would lead her downstairs to enjoy her insatiable lust, and remind her who was… her Master.
Forever, never-ending.
The End.
Anger: For Lack of a Better Title
Silk stopped by to pick up her dress from Michael's house. She knew that Stacey and Syndee would be there so she figured she be safe from Michael's charm. What she hadn't counted on what his anger.
She knocked and Stacey let her in. Stacey gave her a sad smile and Silk noticed that she had red marks on her body. Michael was being hard on the
m. Silk almost laughed right then.
"Where is my dress so I can be on my way," Silk asked of Stacey finally.
"Its up there on the table, I'll go get it..." Stacey began before Michael cut her off.
Michael's voice filtered down to the door, "She can come up here and face me if she wants it."
Silk pushed past Stacey, now mad at how Michael was acting. She marched up the stairs to the dinning room and was met with a site. She wasn't sure whether it was meant to make her jealous or to show off. Whichever, she wasn't amused.
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