'That's okay, just try and relax,' he said and turned to her, which made her heart almost leap out of her throat. He's going to touch me, oh God, he's finally going to touch me, she thought to herself. Lacey's blood was racing in her body, her mind complete jelly, she wondered for a moment what he must be seeing while looking at her, if she was actually maintaining cool composure or if she looked like a half drowned kitten. Maybe he was feeling the same? Probably not. He was the pair's ringleader, cool, calm and collected, but she knew he wanted her badly, he had made that very clear in their communications. He was more likely dying in anticipation than nervous about meeting her.
Of course they'd met a thousand times. Lacey was his girlfriend's good friend and he was her boyfriends best friend. They had casually chatted, drank, played games, watched movies all together for years. Though inside Lacey there was a niggling feeling. She always laughed at his jokes, she genuinely thought they were funny, but then she noticed how she felt when they made eye contact a little too long. How she got nervous all of a sudden when it was just them in the room. She knew she shouldn't feel like that, there was nothing to worry about, but then it dawned on her that she had a little schoolgirl crush.
Lacey never thought anything of it at all, least of all that he might ever feel the same or act on it. Until he visited her by himself one night, claiming he wanted some weed. She felt a rush like nothing else she'd felt before and almost buckled at the knees just at the sight of him at her door. They talked a little bit and she didn't mention anything beyond the usual, though her body screamed for him. He went home, nothing out of the ordinary had happened, but everything had changed. She touched herself that night to images in her mind that she would never have dreamed up if it wasn't for her intense, burning desire for him.
She was guilt ridden, but her boyfriend had treated her like shit for most of their relationship, so she figured after a while that it evened out. Once her guilt had evaporated there was only one thing to do, she picked up her phone and texted him, the one she wanted with every fiber of her body.
So here she was looking at him, her body eroding her will to stay seated. He reached over to her thigh and caressed it gently, his skin was smooth and so was hers, it was like silk on silk. She couldn't help but let a quiet sigh of eagerness escape her lips. Lacey had dressed in a knee length black dress and let her hair down. The dress had a zip running completely from top to bottom at the front. He had texted her one night after she'd worn it to a party and told her that he liked it, it was also very practical. It had ridden up to halfway up her thigh while she was sitting and his fingers inched closer and closer to the hem, every stroke upward. She could feel the moisture between her legs growing and she was completely paralyzed by his touch.
'Lacey,' He gently roused her from her trance and her eyes lifted to his. His gaze covered her whole body, she could sense him drinking her in, her gently rising chest, her exposed thighs, her dreamy expression.
'Yeah?'
'Jump in the back.'
'Oh, okay.' She looked to the backseat, clean and spacious, and nodded. She could have just got out and gone through the door but a wicked idea popped into her head. She climbed through, between the front seats, head first, so he got a good glimpse at her wet, pantyless pussy and the sweet scent that it was emitting. She heard him growl softly as she turned and positioned herself kneeling on the back seat. She smiled devilishly at him, gaining confidence from the knowledge that he was aching just as much as she was.
'Come here,' she innocently patted the space beside her for him to sit and he whipped through the seats and sat close next to her. Lacey could smell him now, musky and pleasant, his chest grazing hers as he sat and making her nipples prickle. The rush that followed made her knees weak and the moisture between her legs begin to trickle slowly down her thigh.
He pushed her hair behind her shoulder, gently and his fingers touched her neck, sending a shiver down her back. Just this simple motion was too much for Lacey, she pounced on his lap, straddling tightly. Gripping his hair she kissed him hard and deep, stopping only to moan with pleasure and yearning. His hands explored her tight, toned body, starting from her knees, up to her thighs to her ass, he lingered there for a few seconds, squeezing and pulling, so tempted to plunge his fingers deep between her thighs. He moved to her stomach, up to her pert tits, squeezing and massaging, pinching her nipples on the outside of her dress.
'Ohh!' She moaned and quickly unzipped the top half of the dress, letting it part and exposing her bare breasts to him. His eyes grew large and in a split second his face was buried in her flesh, sucking, licking and gently biting, 'Uh-huh, yeah, ohh,' his tongue flicking her nipples one by one sent her over the edge, her thighs almost completely soaked with her own juices, wetting his pants where she was sitting on him.
His pants were not only getting damp but hard and sticking into her right thigh. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed until now, she had been too crazed with the little doses of pleasure he had been giving her. 'Oh, fuck you're so hard,' she gasped as her hand explored his lap beneath her.
'And you're soaking wet, oh shit,' his cool composure had melted away and he was an animal, hot and hard and desperate to pound this fresh meat. His fingers grazed her pussy lips and they easily glided apart with the slick wetness and he put the same fingers to her mouth, which she lapped at with enthusiasm.
Lacey's eyes trained on his bulge in the dark of the back seat. She decided it had been time enough, they were both in the edge and needed some relief. She got off and sat back beside him. She pulled his waistband down to his knees and watched his long hard cock spring up. It was at least 2 ? inches bigger than her boyfriend's and thicker too. She eagerly took it at the base in her hand, listening to him groaning in anticipation and began stroking up and down, getting used to the feel and rhythm of him.
His cock head looked so inviting and she found her mouth wrapped around it before she knew what she was doing. She felt his hand at the back of her head, holding her hair gently, guiding his cock down her throat and back up again. She licked and sucked furiously, teasing and indulging in the taste of his precum and flesh. Finally she found her own rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, vigorously sucking up and down, creating a vacuum on his cock. She could hear his groans of pleasure and his breathing getting heavier and heavier until it ceased altogether and she knew to stop, or she wouldn't have any fun with this glorious dick.
'Fucking Christ, Lacey...' He said catching his breath and leaning his head back, 'Who ever knew you were so dirty and so fucking... Perfect at that...' She smiled shyly at him and he lunged at her, kissing her deeply. She wasn't used to that kind of thing after giving head, but he was different and obviously kissing her was more of a priority than avoiding his own taste. 'Lie back.' He ordered in a whisper. He was already half on top of her, so she only had a little way to lie back. He observed her for a few moments and bit his lip, which send a jolt of pure horniness through her. She squirmed with anticipation of his touch. He zipped the rest of her dress apart and pulled it out from underneath her, putting it on the front seat. He looked at her glistening pussy, swollen with desire and sensitive to the touch.
He placed his hands on either thigh, right up next to her pussy lips and squeezed gently, inching his thumbs closer and closer to her slippery cunt. Her smell was intoxicating, he rolled his eyes and licked his lips, crouching until his face was mere centimeters away from her sweet juices.
She could feel his breath against her pussy and she wanted to scream. She pictured herself thrusting her hips forward and pushing his head down into it. Her pussy was aching so bad she couldn't feel anything else but him, she spread her legs wider, hooking one over the seats head and laying one over the edge of the seat. Her pussy was completely at his mercy, and when he finally kissed the spot next to it she whimpered so loud he couldn't resist opening his mouth and engulfing her entire cunt with his lips. Her tasty juices filled his mouth and he licked every crevice and inch of skin h
e could find with his tongue.
She squirmed with delight, she barely muffled her squeals of delight with her wrist. Her hips thrashed and when he found that steady rhythm in just the right spot she stopped breathing. Her mouth fixed in an 'O' shape and her body rigid, she felt the pleasure wave inside her rise and rise. She couldn't moan, she couldn't move, she could only succumb to his expert movements. He could taste her juices getting hotter and hotter, and even with no verbal indication that she was close, he knew.
He continued his vigorous rhythmic licking and suddenly her back arched violently and she let out a loud, high pitched 'Aahhhaa!' her hips thrashed up and down in her ultimate axis of pleasure, she squeezed her eyes closed and he watched her in the throes of her orgasm, his mouth tasting the fresh hot juices slowly being released by her tight cunt.
Once she had been reduced to heavy breathing and stillness again, he sat up, smiling with her nectar drenching the bottom half of his face. And even with all that he had consumed, her pussy lips were still slippery and lubricated with an even slicker serum.
'Ohh, oh my God,' she finally breathed, 'Y-you..' She rolled her eyes, and licked her dry lips, getting up. She knelt next to him, his cock still hard and covered in precum, now. She kissed him deeply, tasting her sweetness, which was a surprising turn on for her. She wiped his face clean and licked her fingers, then began toying with her clit, obviously well recovered by then.
He smiled deviously at her and lifted her with one swift moment, she swung her leg over so she was straddling him and he wasted no more time. Simply lifting her again and plunging her straight down onto his cock.
She was shocked and her body spasmed violently at the sudden penetration, but she was so overcome with intense pleasure that the car filled with her scream, 'Ohhh yes!' his cock reached places inside her that hadn't been touched before.
Her pussy walls gripped his cock like a vice, and he felt dazed for a moment, 'shit, oh shit' he repeated as she rode him hard. Her face contorted in pleasure and just looking at her almost drove him beyond the edge.
'Fuck me!' She screamed and he lifted her thrusting his cock up inside her harder and harder each time. She moaned loudly with each thrust. He scooched forward, giving her knees room to sit on the seat and she rode him fast, this time speechless. Every quick thrust in this position hit a spot that had never been hit before. Her g-spot.
He let her ride him like this until he felt himself nearing orgasm and he could feel her pussy walls tightening around his cock. 'Ooh, ooh, ooh' she whimpered, her pleasure causing her to weaken, so he held her shoulders and slammed her down on his cock, hard, until they were both filling the car with their moaning and gasps and the sounds of the car rocking.
'I'm gonna cum baby!' She cried, arching her back and giving him a full look at her perfect tits bouncing with their movements. He let go then, cumming hard inside her tight cunt and she felt his cock harden and spasm, released and let the pleasure hit her hard, making her whole body convulse and her fingernails to draw blood from his arms.
Lacey collapsed in onto his chest and caught her breath as quickly as she could, realizing how long she had been gone. She was covered in sweat and so was he, but he was just smiling.
'I have to get back,' she said worriedly, getting up and letting his cock slide out of her. She grabbed her dress and zipped it up quickly. He watched her bemusedly and eventually pulled his waistband over his spent dick.
He followed her back to their front seats and looked at her for a while, knowing she was quietly freaking out.
'If anyone asks, you went for a walk,' He caressed her arm lovingly and she looked at him. Her look was a mix of satisfaction and sadness, she wished she could stay in the aftermath with him for as long as she wanted, but it was time to go back to reality. A reality where they were distant friends, associated only by their betrayed partners. He started the car and she snapped out of her daze. When he pulled up outside her house she kissed him deeply for the last time that night, and without a word she was gone, running back across the lawn.
The End.
Mandy's Special Examination
Mandy lay there on the couch waiting for her doctor to return to undertake her rectal examination. She had a strong sense that there was something else wrong with her, but after describing the symptoms the doctor has suggested that it would be worth undertaking a rectal examination as a preventative check to rule out some of his concerns. After lying there for what was a very long time Mandy was starting to get a bit worried. It was certainly taking an unusually long time for Dr Willy to return to his consulting room.
What Mandy didn't know is that Dr Willy was tied up in the next room while a biker and his girlfriend robbed the doctor's surgery of all its salable medications and other items.
Jim, looked at Dr Willy, and asked him, "who's is that other room doc?"
The doctor replied, "one of my patients is in there waiting for me to come back in and finish her rectal examination of her."
Jim smiled to himself, maybe he could find some entertainment that would satisfy him, as he was feeling so horny. He really needed some fun. Life had been so boring with Ruby lately.
The doctors response gave him an idea, so he turned to his girlfriend and said, "Ruby can you look after the doctor while I go and check to see what else I can get together, and can you keep the doc quite so we don't get discovered before we're through here?"
Rudy nodded her head, and thought to herself that she'd have to keep an eye on Jim otherwise he might take off without her. He was getting to be a real drag. It was hard to have any real trust in him when he seemed to ignore her most of the time.
A plan had formed in Jim's mind to create some entertainment for the bored biker. So Jim went into the closet and found a doctors cloak to put on, and he grabbed a stethoscope and draped it across the back of this neck. He looked in the mirror. Yep, Jim looked like he'd pass as a doctor.
Jim's mouth nearly hit the floor when he entered the other room. The woman lying on the examination table was a real stunner. Great! My luck has changed, he thought to himself, as he gazed at Mandy's exquisitely beautiful arse he knew his cock was really appreciating what he saw.
His cock liked the view so much, it started to grow and swell in his pants. Jim loved the great sight he had of Mandy's fantastic naked arse. His desire to just walk over to her and start running his hands all over her invitingly gorgeous bottom was overwhelming. How enticing to slide his hands up her legs, to squeeze her pussy, and then to play with her enticing butt? Patience was needed, and his overwhelming lust had to be kept in check for the moment.
When Mandy looked up, to express her surprise to Dr Willy about his long absence, what she saw totally surprised her. Yes it looked like the man who had just entered the room could be a doctor but disconcertingly it wasn't her Doctor Willy.
Being caught in such a compromising position made her reluctant to be too demanding. She felt her situation was very strange and awkward for her. Lying there with her body so fully exposed to this apparently unknown new doctor's gaze.
And so she looked quizzically at him and asked Jim, "where is my Dr Willy, I've been waiting for him for ages and he said he'd be right back?"
Being a quick thinker, when it came to lustful opportunities, Jim replied, "Doctor Willy has been called away to an emergency, I work with him, and my names Dr Jones. Doctor Willy has asked me to finish off the internal examinations for him."
Mandy wasn't happy that her Doctor Willy wouldn't be finishing her examination. She thought Doctor Willy such a gorgeous man. Lying in her bed this morning she had spent a good half hour having naughty thoughts about Doctor Willy kissing her, touching her, and playing with her body. She had slowly played with her clit in her bed as she imagined him touching her arse and taking advantage of her in ways that made her feel so dirty.
And now, looking at Doctor Jones, Mandy was lamenting that he wasn't anywhere near as gorgeous as her doctor. But as these thoughts crossed her mind, Ma
ndy's attention was caught by the really huge bulge in Doctor Jone's pants. That just made her look up into his eyes, to see if his face showed the lust that his pants suggested he felt about her.
She found lying on the examination couch totally naked and exposed a very erotic experience. Mandy was being a naughty dirty girl prior to Jim entering the room. She had been quietly playing with her pussy and clit in a way that no-one else would notice if they entered the room. She had been slowly fingering herself, rubbing her swollen outer lips and then pushing her fingers up inside herself and twisting them in a way she had loved to do, to create maximum friction and erotic tension within herself.
Mandy didn't stop at just pushing her fingers up inside herself. She loved playing with her clit, running her fingers gently at first up and down, and teasing her clit until it was rock hard. And then after a while she would start using two fingers to push hard on her clit and sometimes she would feel herself compelled to create explosive tension by pinching herself until it was an overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain.
A women with an incredible sexual appetite Mandy loved to get herself almost to the point of coming and then prolong that state for as long as possible; by rubbing her clit hard and then slowly teasing her clit. Again and again she would almost orgasm, and then by slowing down her pressure on her clit she would enjoy the sensuality of her body's pre-orgasmic state.
Part of her teasing of herself entailed slipping her two of her fingers into her pussy and then fingering herself like she was getting a good fucking. She loved to fantasize about being taken against her will, and the sensation of the sliding friction during her imaginary rough treatment was delightfully exotic. For she knew exactly where to rub inside her pussy, to give herself the maximum sensation, to feel herself almost there, and yet pull back without coming.
She swam in the sexual tension she created in teasing herself so much. And after playing with herself on the doctors couch, she was certainly feeling really warmed up for more attentive action, and little frustrated that her Dr Willy wasn't going to be fingering her arse liked she hoped he would.
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