by Sofia Connor
I approach you, inches away, and slide my finger down between my pussy lips, gasping as I finally rub across my clit, and plunge into my wet hole, stroking, while you watch. Stopping and leaning over you, I bring my wet fingers to your mouth again. You suck them in eagerly, groaning at the taste of me, as I begin to unbutton your shirt. I replace my fingers with my lips, kissing you, tasting myself on you, tongues tangling as I lick into your mouth, hungry for you. I slide down to my knees between your legs, pulling your shirt apart, off your broad shoulders, revealing your magnificent muscular chest. I stroke the hard planes of your chest and abdomen, loving the feel of your warm skin. Looking into your eyes, I gently stroke the throbbing hardness between your legs, loving the sound of your moan, and the desire burning in your eyes. I unbutton and unzip your pants, and you lift your hips to help me as I pull them off, taking your boxer briefs with them, eager to have you naked before me.
Sliding my hands along your thighs, I lean in and lick the length of your shaft, savoring the taste of you. Cupping your balls in my hand, I swallow the head of your cock, moaning at how good you feel and taste in my mouth. Sucking and licking hungrily, my hands busy at the base of your cock and on your balls, I bring you close to the edge. You groan as I let your shaft slip from my lips. I slide my body up along yours, your wet cock slipping between my breasts as I lick and bite your nipples.
"Tell me what you want," I breathe against your chest.
"I want to fuck you," you growl, knowing how much it turns me on to hear you say it. "I want to slide my cock into your hot hole. Long, slow strokes, teasing you the way you're teasing me."
I smirk, just a bit, because while I would love that, this time I'm in charge.
"Or maybe, I'll just take this luscious hard cock," I say, grasping your shaft with one hand, "and use it for my own pleasure."
I climb on to the chair, straddling you, my dripping cunt poised over your pulsing member, and slowly ease myself down, feeling you fill me, hearing your sharp intake of breath as my wet, warm flesh envelops you. I start a rhythm of riding you, grinding my clit against you on the downstroke, my nipples rubbing your chest, my hands on your shoulders, as I rock up and down. Your mouth is on me, anywhere you can reach, and then you latch on to that spot at the curve of my neck... It's all I need, and I cum, screaming, pussy muscles clenching and convulsing around your hard cock, collapsing against your chest. Bracing your feet against the floor, you flex your thighs and hips, thrusting hard into my limp body to find your release.
Long moments later, I lift my head from your shoulder and whisper in your ear, "Now it's your turn to tie me up."
The End.
Alexandria's Job Interview
"Come on in,...Mrs...Lee, is it?"
The young head of HR was seated on a sofa. He pointedly did not offer her a seat.
"Yes sir...Alexandria Lee."
He looked at her appraisingly, his eyes roaming over her body. He licked his lips. "pretty name," he said. "Mrs. Alexandria Lee... You're married, I take it?"
"Thank you, sir, and yes, I am married."
"Tell me what, did your husband think when you told him that you had a job interview in an airport hotel room?" he asked with a somewhat wolfish smile.
"He wished me luck. He said, 'whatever it takes, babe...'"
"Really. Now that IS interesting. 'Whatever it takes...' You know that you are older than any of the other applicants that I have seen today. And you are my last appointment...Just what do you think 'whatever it takes' might mean?"
"I think that it is self-explanatory, sir. When I used to work as a drug rep, sometimes I found it useful to color a bit outside the box...To go the extra mile. I had the highest sales rate in my division."
"Really? Give me an example of the sort of extra mile that used to go..."
"Well, in this very hotel, five years ago I met a Doctor who should have been using our devices. I discovered that he had a certain, ...interest, proclivity, that I was able to exploit. Room 308, if I recall. Right by the elevator. School girls were his thing. If I wore the plaid skirt and knee highs...that was all he could see. He would have signed anything..."
"Hmm. Now we are getting somewhere...tell me did you dress with any special consideration today?"
"Yes sir," she replied softly, looking down at her shoes.
"If I demanded that you hand me your panties would you comply?"
"No sir. I wouldn't be able to do that, sir."
"Oh, so, you would don a plaid skirt to sell a few heart valves, but you won't give up your panties to gain a job..."
"I can't because I am not wearing any, sir."
"Commando? You came to a job interview commando? Oh, you're wearing pantie hose, is that it?"
"No sir. Thigh highs. I just feel more comfortable in thigh highs. And I didn't want any panty lines with this skirt."
"Turn around, let me see. Lift up your jacket... Yessss, I see what you mean...No lines. No stay that way. I like this view. Why don't you take off that jacket, now."
She complied, unbuttoning the three buttons of her blazer. When she slipped the jacket off of her shoulders, she heard a sharp intake of breath, as he realized that she was wearing only a bra underneath it.
"Take two steps back, then bend forward."
She did, balancing on her high heels, the heels practically touching the sofa.
"Pull your skirt up higher...higher. I want to see the tops of your stockings..."
She did as she was bid, knowing that now his nose would be mere inches from her naked sex.
She did not flinch when she felt his hands sliding up the sides of her thighs, his thumbs riding up on the inside until they were resting lightly on her labia.
"You are shaved. Did you do that for this interview, Alexandria? Did you shave your pussy, and leave off your panties and your blouse today for this interview? Are you such a slut that you would do that to get a job?" As he interrogated her, he was sliding his thumb up and down her slick slit.
"Whatever it takes, sir."
"And your husband? Did he know what you WEREN'T wearing to this interview, slut?
"Yesssss. Yes, sir. He picked out my outfit."
"Turnaround, slut, I want to see what else you have to offer."
"Just these, sir," Alexandria said, cupping her breasts where they were straining out of her half bra.
"Oh God," he moaned, his eyes locked on her full breasts, the nipples painfully erect... "This was what I was looking for in my personal assistant...But, I don't know, maybe you are just a pretty package...I need someone with particular skills as well...," he leered meaningfully.
"Oh, I don't think you need worry about a lack of skill," Alexandria said, licking her lips and kneeling between his legs.
With infinite delicacy, she unzipped his fly pushing him back into the couch. Never breaking eye contact, she leaned in carefully dabbed the turgid head with the slightest stroke of her tongue. Teasing him, with the slightest flicks of her tongue, he moaned.
She allowed the whole head into her warm mouth, applying just the slightest suction.
He bucked, strained to raise his hips, to force more of himself down her throat.
"Not yet, cowboy. Open your briefcase and take out the contract."
"Later," he moaned.
"Now. Or I'm gone."
Hastily he pulled out the sheaf of papers, separating the offer of employment. Clumsily he signed.
"Date it..." She filled in the annual salary part at the maximum amount offered, crossed out 40 hours per week and had him intital 32 hours per week. She signed. Pulled her Android from the pocket of her jacket, scanned and sent copies of the document to herself.
"Ok, the nurse will see you now..." she said mockingly.
The End.
Lust in the Dark
Gia and Van had thrown a fantastic party. They had invited all their friends up to the big cabin up in the Laurel highlands. It was a perfect mid-winter get-together with lots of beer and food and
good company. There had been tasty venison that Van had hunted himself and roasted on a spit, and a second bonfire. Everyone had had a great time with great conversation and laughs, but the day was getting long, and dark was coming on, plus it looked like a snow-storm was headed that way. Everyone had gone home except for Brendan and his wife Heidi, who offered to help clean up.
After about ten trash bags were filled and full dark had come on, it was time for Bren and Heidi to go, but when they opened the door, a frigid blast of air and snow blew in.
"Whew! We stayed too long! That's a hell of a blizzard out there!" remarked Heidi. "I don't think we should drive in that."
Bren was ever the hard-ass and wanted to try, but Gia would have none of it.
"Look, we have plenty of space. You guys can just stay here til morning. You are not driving out in this! I'll make us some drinks and we can watch a movie or something."
So it turned into a cozy evening on the big couches. Somehow, Gia ended up next to Bren and Heidi next to Van. And somehow, Heidi and Van inched closer and closer to each other. Van was solid and strong and smelled warm and spicy. Heidi's mind started to wander to places no happily married lady had a right to think about. And it was not helping that Van kept accidentally touching her thigh and arms with an innocent touch here, a gentle nudge there. Her eyes kept wandering down to the bulge in his pants.
Van was not doing much better. Every time he moved, Heidi would lean into him with her soft, feminine body. He wanted to touch her and found excuses to do so. He loved Gia with all his heart, but tonight Heidi was soft and inviting, and he knew Gia wouldn't mind so much if he indulged in a little flirtation. So his touches were not as innocent as Heidi thought.
Heidi looked over at Gia and Bren and noticed that they had both dozed off after the long day. The wind was howling outside and they were just coming to the end of some weird movie about porn stars locked in a remote cabin where Ron Jeremy's dis-embodied penis was going on a murderous (yet hilarious) rampage. Heidi was just about to say something scathing about the actions on screen when the wind kicked up ferociously and the electricity – along with Ron Jeremy's penis – went out. The cabin was mostly dark except for some glowing embers in the fireplace.
"Whoops," said Van. "That's not likely to come on again any time soon. I think we have some candles in the bedroom, maybe a lantern."
Heidi looked over at her and Van's sleeping spouses. "I'll come with you. That wind is creeping me out. I don't want to be the only conscious one in the room."
As they turned the corner into the hallway, Van took Heidi's hand and laid it on his arm. It was pitch black once the fireplace was out of sight, so the movement made sense, but Heidi's heart skipped a beat. Since she couldn't see, Heidi's other senses starting to go into overdrive. The fuzz on his arm was so soft. It made her wonder what other fuzz on his body was soft. The softness contrasted nicely with the smooth muscle of the arm underneath. His scent was so close in the darkness, her head started to spin with it (and the drinks Gia had served). Heidi's inhibitions were slipping.
They reached the bedroom and Van steered Heidi toward the bed. "Here, sit for a second while I rummage around." He found the oil lantern he was looking for and the matches he kept next to it. He lit it, and as he turned, the natural glow fell on Heidi's face. The light glinted off her long blond hair and her wide eyes. But he didn't notice that; all he could see in the split second before she looked down was the look of raw desire in her eyes – a look pointed directly at him. Or, more accurately, directly at his crotch, which gave an instinctive twitch in response. The night was getting more interesting by the second!
"I think there are candles in the nightstand, too." Van walked toward the bed where Heidi was sitting. Suddenly, she stood up and took half a step toward him, so that they were standing chest-to-chest. The pressure felt good on her breasts. Heidi laid her hands on his forearms and looked up into his eyes.
"Van?" The word was breathless. "So, what's the deal with you and Gia?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you think it would be alright with her if I kissed you?" Barely more than a whisper.
"Yes, I think that would be alright." Now Van's head was starting to spin.
Heidi's hand moved up to the back of Van's head, her fingers reveling in the short softness there. So much softer than Brendan's! Their lips found each other and pressed together.
Heidi had been kissed many times, of course. Though she had only ever had sex with Brendan, having met and married young, she and Bren were rather permissive with kisses and flirtations. She didn't know exactly what to expect when she kissed Van, but she thought the familiar tension would (as usual when it was someone other than Bren) dissipate into happy contentment or a nice head rush, or both. She certainly did not anticipate her reaction – the mental fire that burned through her brain sourced from their dance of lips, and soon tongues. The fire washed over her from her mouth and the region between her legs. It spread like wildfire from those two spots to her whole body – from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Passion. Lust. Her body was singing just one word: MORE!
Heidi broke away, and it felt like coming up for air. "You are a damn fine kisser, Van!" Her voice was heavy with lust and surprise.
"You're pretty good yourself, darlin'," Van chuckled. He smiled at her in the lamplight, and moved his head down to her smooth neck. Her skin smelled feminine and tender. He kissed and licked the skin there, and her resultant moan was very satisfying indeed! Her hands were clutching his head as he was drinking in her neck and lips, and her breathing was starting to get ragged as she pressed her breasts into his chest. Those soft globes seemed to be begging for more, it seemed to him. Van moved his hand from her back to fondle one. Simultaneously, the nipple hardened beneath his fingers and Heidi threw her head back, breaking the seal their lips had created.
"Ah!" The sound that came out of Heidi's mouth was dripping with need. Van moved his other hand to get both handfuls of breast and nipple. Her hard nipples felt like hot little gumdrops as he rolled them between his thumb and fingers, so he thought he'd like a taste. He drew Heidi's sweater and bra over her head and threw them on the floor in one motion. Van lowered his head and had a lick. So nice! Sweet and firm! He flicked at one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers, then switched to the other side. He could hear Heidi's groans of pleasure through her chest, her fingers kneading the back of his neck.
Heidi was on fire with sensation. No coherent words were running through her brain, but her body was shouting: More! More! More! She needed to feel his skin on hers, and she started tugging at his shirt. He moved away a little, and she pulled the garment over his head and threw it down. The motion caused her to fall onto her back on the bed, with Van on top of her. She paused to run her fingers through the copious soft curls on his chest.
"Fuzzy..." The word seemed to bypass her brain, and Heidi was only barely aware she had said anything at all. Her lustful body was in total control now, and it wanted Van. Their lips came together again, tongues entwining, stoking the heat that radiated between their bare chests.
Heidi's legs fell open in a subconscious motion. Bren had always liked that Heidi did that unknowingly when she was in a state of heightened arousal. Van liked it, too. He shifted his body so Heidi could feel the hard bulge in his pants press against her nether lips. The friction of their clothes between them was unbearable! Triply so when Van started to rhythmically move against her, the motion of his tongue matching the motion of his hips, and his thumb flicking a counter rhythm on her nipple. Heidi's clitoris started to throb with need, and a whimper escaped her mouth.
Van was having a good hard suckle on Heidi's right nipple and enjoying the hot friction against his cock when he felt Heidi's tugging at his jeans, her breath coming in little gasps. He looked up at her face and realized the little gasps were actually words.
"Please...please...please..."
Van was not one to deny so polite a request. In
a moment, the rest of their clothes had joined their shirts in the pile on the floor, and their naked bodies were pressed against each other on the bed, lips and tongues entwining again. The kisses were so sweet and hot! Van broke away and moved his head down her body, trailing kisses and licks down Heidi's breasts, her stomach, her navel. Now his hands were pushing apart her knees again, his lips working their way up her inner thighs. His beard was so soft on her tender flesh! Heidi's fire was building again, from the deepest part of her belly.
Van moved his thumbs to Heidi's outer labia, spreading them open. He paused a minute to admire the pretty pink folds in the glowing lamplight, glistening and pulsing with need. Her little clit, smaller than Gia's, peeked out of the top of the soft folds. Van smiled and looked up into Heidi's face. It was flushed with desire, her mouth partly open, her eyes glazed with passion. Now a look a frustration flickered across it, and her fingers grasped insistently at his jaw and the back of his head.
Heidi gasped with relief and pleasure as Van dove in, licking up and down her inner labia, his tongue flicking firmly across her clitoris with each pass. And with each pass, it was bringing her closer and closer to a very fine orgasm. The deep tingle began to grow in her belly, and she started to wiggle. Van seemed to take this as a good sign and began to zero in on the source of sensation. Suddenly, he closed his lips over Heidi's clit at sucked hard and rhythmically. Heidi was brought to the precipice of orgasm, the hot burn beginning to diffuse through her body.
"Oh god! I'm coming! Ah!" Just as the words were leaving her mouth, Van thrust a finger deep into her wetness and bent it just at the right angle so that it stroked Heidi's G-spot. And instead of falling over the edge of the orgasm, Heidi burst through it with rolling waves of electricity, her hips lifting and thrashing, her cries crescendoing with each thrust. Van moved his fingers inside her and his lips and tongue over the outside of her. As Van tirelessly continued, orgasm after orgasm rolled over Heidi in rising and falling fits of passion.