Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  Shirts, followed by pants laid on the floor making a trail to the bedroom where he gently laid me back, kissing my neck on the way down. I moaned with ecstasy I haven't been with a man for a long time. I felt his hard cock poking my pelvic bone awaiting. Kissing him was so erotic on its own I could do it for hours, but I also wanted to feel how he was inside. With out hesitation I pulled off my white thongs that had been rubbing me there all night. I was excited.

  "Oh my god, you feel so wonderful." His cock was fully inside my wet throbbing pussy.

  I wanted this so bad.

  Sweat was beading up on our bodies as I sat on top. Leaning over I kissed him passionately. Then I licked his neck to his chin. He grasped my breasts with both his hands and pulled me down once again to suck each nipple. The sex was nothing like I had ever had. "You are so incredibly gorgeous." His smile was honest and true.

  "So are you."

  The anticipation the excitement he would cause each session online. The occasional talk on the telephone. Teasing each other, so much that I would have to use my vibrator after each time. Our bodies loved being with one another. It was like god made it to be that way.

  His moans and his hands were like magic wands, knowing exactly what to do; to make me climax. Screams of orgasms ripped through my apartment.

  The Bellman

  He was tall, and in uniform. I know it doesn't make a difference that he was a bellman, but tall and lean and very very hot.

  We were staying in a cottage at a resort on the Gulf coast, and our TV was on the fritz. My husband called the front desk, who said they would send someone over to fix it, since this problem had happened before.

  "If it's happened before, why isn't it fixed?" asked my husband.

  "He'll be there in a minute," the front desk promised.

  My husband decided to hop in the shower, so I was assigned the task of opening the door. Tim was tall, taller than my husband, and had a dazzling smile. I felt my stomach hit the floor.

  "I know where it is..." he said, and I realized he had asked me a question. I moved aside so he could get it.

  I watched his ass under his uniform. Nice, small. And broad strong shoulders. I thought I made out a tattoo under his shirt, on his back. I felt a small stirring in my crotch. It had been a while.

  As he bent over the TV, I just sat and watched. He asked me some basic questions, and then *plink*, the TV worked. He smiled again, and was gone.

  My husband came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Quite pleased to see the TV was working again, he patted my ass and walked back into the bedroom to get dressed. It was almost happy hour at the bar, and he didn't want to miss the 2 for 1 drinks.

  Four hours later, and the husband and I are staggering home. I had only had 2 drinks, which gave me a nice buzz. He had 6, which made him drunk. I helped him into bed, where he started to snore soundly.

  Since it was a warm night, I decided to go for a walk on the beach. It was quiet, since spring break hadn't started yet, and I had the beach to myself. Or, almost to myself.

  Walking along the shore, carrying my shoes in my hand and trailing my feet in the water, I jumped when I heard "How's the TV?"

  My heart pumping, I searched for the voice. Sitting on one of the chaise lounge under a straw umbrella, was Tim. He jumped up, put his hand on my arm, and said "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you..."

  "I'm fine, really. I just didn't see anyone else out here so I thought I was alone."

  "Most nights around now, no one else comes out here. That's why I have lunch on the chair over there. It's nice and quiet."

  His piercing brown eyes felt like they were looking into my soul. I was still aware of where his hand had been on my arm, still felt the warmth from it. Large hands. Large shoulders. Beautiful smile.

  We talked for a while, very comfortably, until he realized the time and had to get back to work. I bade him goodnight, and walked quietly back to my room. My husband hadn't moved, and I undressed and crawled in to sleep next to him.

  The next afternoon, I was playing tennis, and having one of my best games yet. My tennis outfit was a light lavender, showing off my legs and my 36C breasts. I aced my next serve, and won the game. Shaking hands with my opponent, I heard "Wow, you're quite good." Tim was standing near the court, dressed for work in his uniform again. I could see that he wasn't just looking at me, but studying me. And I could also feel that he was resisting moving his eyes off my face. I knew my shirt front was soaked with sweat, and that my nipples were getting hard from the cooler air now that I wasn't playing.

  "Thanks. I like to play."

  "That's quite obvious."

  I looked at him sideways, trying to tell if there was a double meaning in his words. His look told me that he wasn't just talking about tennis, mainly cause he was looking at my ass.

  "Will you be having lunch again tonight on the beach? It seems like a nice place to escape to."

  "I'm going to try to. I normally eat around 10, feel free to come by, if you're not doing anything."

  My husband was again heading for the bar. I begged off, citing my hard tennis workout that afternoon, and saying I just wanted to sit in the whirlpool tub. He shrugged and headed out the door.

  I did hop in the tub, and did enjoy the jets of hot water on my muscles. I had strained my right shoulder, and ducked down so the water could massage it. As I was lying there, I watched my breasts float on the water. Again, the colder air made the nipples hard. Thinking back to the tennis court earlier, and thinking about Tim, made them harder. What's under that uniform? Imagining it, I started to move my hand under the water, closer and closer to my clit. Before I got there, I thought better of it, and stood up and reached for my towel. It was time to get ready.

  Walking on the beach is one of my favorite pasttimes. I love the water and the sand. Going down to the beach that night was exciting as well. There was a sliver of a moon, just enough for me to see where I was going. Most of the lights along the beach had been turned off.

  I walked up to the chaise where I remembered Tim sitting the night before. His back was to me, with a sandwich on his lap.

  "Hey there," I called.

  It was his turn to jump.

  "Oh, I'm sorry!" I laughed. I put my hand on his arm to comfort him, and felt his smooth, strong skin under my hand.

  "It's okay," he said, flashing that smile. I felt my stomach flip. "It was your turn to get me."

  Oh, and I intend to, I thought...

  We laughed and chatted comfortably in the warm air. My white gauzy dress was blowing in the light breeze. He kept taking side glances at my tan legs, which I tastefully acted like I didn't see. I saw a shell on the sand and reached off the chaise where I was sitting to pick it up. Realizing he had a clear view down my dress to my braless chest, I took a little longer to pick up the shell than I needed to.

  "This is a pretty one..."

  "Yes, it is, isn't it?" he said, looking meaningfully into my eyes.

  I couldn't stop myself. I leaned over and slowly, softly, kissed his sweet lips. He responded happily, softly, eagerly. I moved onto his chaise, and we continued to kiss, my mouth opening slowly, his tongue waiting, inviting. His skin was getting warmer; I could feel it through his shirt. Moving my hands slowly over his chest, it was muscular, but not too hard. His hands moved to my back, encircling me, drawing me closer. Our tongues started to dart around, as I got more and more excited. As we shifted in on the chaise, I felt his penis hard, poking, and all I wanted was to take it in my mouth. I broke the embrace, kneeled on the warm sand, and unzipped his pants. His hard on popped out, nice and long, just the right thickness, with a little pre-cum on the head.

  A good blowjob starts slowly. A little blowing of air, some licking, massaging of the balls. I did the best I could, which was good, if his reactions were anything to go by. His eyes were closed for a moment, then he looked down at me. Lying back on the chaise, his eyes looking into mine hungri
ly. I gently ran my tongue along his shaft, tasting him and loving every second of it. Sucking gently, working my tongue under the rim of his head, he started to moan softly. He hadn't taken his eyes off me, and I hadn't stopped looking into his. My hand moved up under his shirt, to feel the chest I had been thinking of for a while. It was everything I had hoped, plus a little more. His nipple was pierced. I started to play gently with his nipple ring, which elicited a smile and heavier breathing. As I was rubbing the muscle under his balls, he pulled me off him, and I dove to his mouth again. He sucked on my tongue again, moving his strong hands all over my back, my ass, my legs, under my skirt.

  His hands found my sweet spot. Warm, wet, it wasn't hard to find. I felt a finger enter me, and my hips started to move with the finger. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my dress, and my breasts were in his mouth in a flash. He nibbled the nipples, causing waves of pleasure in my pussy, that I knew he could feel. We couldn't wait any longer. I was longing to ride him.

  I stood, and pulled off my panties. Moving the skirt away, he got a flash of my smooth, hairless pussy, and, amazingly, the hunger in his eyes became more intense. I straddled him, and slowly moved my hips down over his. His penis, standing straight, met me perfectly and he started to enter me with slow, short strokes.

  He was larger than my husband, which was such a wonderful, filling feeling. It only took a few strokes to get him in comfortably, since I was so wet. We fit perfectly. His hands on my hips, my breasts in his mouth, I started to ride him slowly, smoothly. I wanted to savor every moment of this. His ministrations on my nipples started to increase, and his hands had moved from my hips to my ass. One of his fingers pushed gently on my asshole, and I moaned softly. He slowly entered me with his finger, filling me to completion. I looked down at him, and collapsed onto his mouth again. He was an incredible lover. His mouth knew what I wanted, before I did. I started to break free, to mouth his long, strong neck. It was an incredible neck, and I couldn't help myself. I was nibbling, licking, feeling it. Smooth, salty skin. His hands moving on me. He shifted slightly, and I could feel that he was hitting my spot. My mouth on his neck started to work more, and my breathing increased. He could feel it everywhere as well, and started to move faster, and deeper, if that was possible. I heard a rushing sound in my ears, and I could feel the waves getting closer. I started to whimper, and then the waves started. He held me up, since I went limp, and made sure that every wave came through and was felt.

  His penis was jumping inside me, and the muscles in his chest and arms were getting tighter. I happily sat up, and started to ride him, as deep as I could. His hands were on my breasts, rubbing, pinching. My wet pussy was eating him alive. I saw a look in his eyes, and his hips started to push, and I rode him like a banshee. Speeding up, I felt him go tight, and then felt his warm cum inside me, shooting out.

  I laid down on his chest, and he again held me in his arms, kissing my face and lips. His lips tasted like sugar to me. I felt addicted.

  "My lunch break is over. But I get off at midnight."

  "Yes," I said. "You will."

  The River Walk

  It was a typical weeknight after work. I was going to the pub with the guys for some drinks and darts. The normal crowd was there when we arrived. We made our way to our table and board and chatted with friends on the way. We did not need to place an order; the barmaid knew what we wanted. We had just gotten done with our first game when Ann (the barmaid) came to me and told me Crystal had just walked in. You and Ann were close friends and she knew I liked you since I had asked about you a few weeks ago.

  I asked Ann to buy you a drink on my tab and bring us another pitcher. We were in our second game when Ann brought the pitcher and told me then you sent it with her thanks. As I looked over I saw you at the bar sipping your drink. We finished the second game and then took a short break before starting the third.

  I took this chance to meet you face to face. Ann saw me nearing the bar and made sure she was there when I arrived next to you. I spoke before Ann could say a word drawing your attention to me.

  "Would you like another drink"?

  You looked stunned at first, it may have been the way I was looking into your eyes, but then you nodded and said,

  "yes, thanks."

  Ann then spoke up and introduced us, then went to get the drinks. We chatted for a while till Ann brought our drinks and she told me it looked like the guys were waiting. I apologized and went back to the game.

  The guys could see I had a hard time staying with the game. I kept looking at you and Ann chatting. With the urging of the guys and the fact they were winning, I set my mind on the game. We were just finishing up when Ann brought another pitcher as well as five shots.

  She looked at me and said, "the shots are on me."

  I had a puzzled look on my face, there were only three of us and Ann made four, so I asked, "who is the fifth shot for?"

  Then I saw the smile on your face. You looked over your shoulder and looked at Crystal.

  As she walked up Ann looked at us and said, "ok?"

  We all said, "sure!"

  Ann introduced Crystal to the guys, and told Crystal that we were her buds. We all smiled then took our shots, as I made a quick toast.

  "To Ann, our best bud!"

  With that we downed them, and all five glasses hit the table at once.

  The guys poured there beers then went off to shoot pool. Ann cleared the glasses and went back to the bar. Crystal and I sat at the table and got to know each other better. She had already gotten info from Ann, as I had done the same, so it seemed as if we knew each other already.

  It was getting late and the bar had cleared out except for Ann, my two friends, Crystal and myself. Jim said he would stay to help, and Mike said he had to head for home. We often stayed after closing to help Ann stock and clean up. We made quick work of it. Ann set us up with a shot for our help. Crystal and Ann were behind the bar and Jim and I were out front. Ann thanked us for the help and we downed the shots. Ann cleaned the glasses and we readied to leave. As we walked out Ann locked up. Most nights I would follow Ann while she made the night deposit.

  Before I could say anything Ann asked, "Jim will you go with me to drop the deposit?"

  With a puzzled look on his face he said, "yes."

  He had a thing for Ann all along but never acted on it. And she liked him also.

  Ann gave both of us a hug and kiss, and with a smile said, "have fun!"

  We both looked at each other and smiled.

  As Ann pulled out and Jim followed, Crystal steps closer to me and we lock into a deep kiss. Her lips were full and hot, our tongues met and explored. We kissed till we needed to breath and then broke away. There was fire in her eyes and lust on our minds. I asked if she wanted to go for a walk. She had a puzzled look, but nodded ok. I knew of a river walk not far from where we were.

  I take her by the hand and lead her along the path till we reach a lighted clearing to where the walk starts. There are lights along the walk. As we walk we can see the moonlight gleaming off the stream flowing near the walk. There are several larger areas with large square quarry type stones around them. Still holding hands as we walk, I pull her around and we lock in a deep kiss. I move my hands down and begin to caress her tits through her blouse. As I do I feel her approval by her biting my tongue and moaning. I slowly work the buttons open and push back her blouse showing her lacy bra covering her tits. As I rub my hands across her bra I feel her nipples harden, then she reaches up and pushing her bra up letting her tits pop into my hands. They are well shaped and firm, and her nipples are larger then I thought. I give them plenty of attention and sucking.

  With that I become bolder and moving my hands down her back, I slide down and taking one nipple in my lips I flick my tongue over it making it even harder, then doing the same to the other. By now her hands are on my head gripping my hair. I move my hands to her ass and give it a squeeze, she pushes her hips clos
er to me, so I work my way around to her pants and slowly undo the button and zip. I stop kiss her tits and work her pants down, as I do she reaches down and pulls my shirt over my head and lays it out on the flat quarry stone. Her pants slide down and she kicks one foot out, I softly run a hand over her panties covering her pussy. Her hands are back on my head lightly pushing closer to her pussy. I give a slow lick up across her panties then back away, pulling them down and off.

  I place my hands on her hips and guide her back onto the rock atop my shirt. Quickly she raises one leg to the rock spreading herself open to me, I dive in and suck hard as she grips my head and push me in. She is so wet and tastes so good I just lick and suck till she is dam near pulling my hair out. I then work a finger into her wet hole and begin to pump while sucking hard on her clit. I use my other hand to reach down and undo my jeans and push them down to my knees. I am able to kick off my shoes and work my pants down, but with difficulty. It breaks the lip lock I have on her clit she whimpers. Once I have them off I put my pants under my knees and go back in.