Your hands move down the top of your chest and over your breasts. I watch as your fingers pull and pinch... even twist your nipples. My cock is slamming in and out of you now. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh is too much for both of us. Sweat pours from my face and chest as your moans become louder, in the same perfect rhythm with each of my hard thrusts. I watch as your eyes squeeze closed. I feel it starting in my balls. There's no way I can stop now, even if someone burst into the room. You scream again and every muscle in my body tenses up. At the same time your 2nd big orgasm hits, I explode deep inside you. Streams of warm cum fill you. I grab your wrists, pulling your hands from your breasts, pulling your arms over your head, stretching them almost out of their sockets. My body collapses over yours. Your knees clamp tight around my hips, keeping my cock deep inside you as the last of my spasms subside. We lay motionless for what seems like hours....our bodies coming down from a sexual high no two people have ever experienced. Our heartbeats slow, and our breathing returns to normal. I kiss your eyelids, your forehead, your cheeks, your chin and your nose.....and finally your mouth again. Laying close to each other, I wrap my arms around you...and hold you close.
The End.
All I Miss is The Sex
I was married for fourteen years and in that time my sex life active and satisfying. My wife and I explored numerous positions, locations and employed a number of tools. for almost a decade and a half I enjoyed the kind of sex that strangers read about to get off.
Unfortunately the banal drudge of reality sunk in and though we had explosive sexual chemistry there came a time when we couldn't share our lives together. We took turns inviting the attentions of another, feeling excitement and jealousy in turn. What we discovered from this was that the anger and possessiveness of each others sexual favor continued to be a great source of passion between us.
After we had severed our marital ties we continued to fuck each other with a vigor neither of us had before known. Whether because we had to prove our superiority to each other or it was the simple freedom of knowing there was no longer any pretense between us, the sex had never been hotter.
The first time, I was drunk and had every intention of ending our lustful encounters with our marriage vows but she threw me on the bed and ripped off my clothes with a raw and animalistic desire I hadn't seen in years and weighted down by the booze, let her mount me. Her mouth kissed mine tentative teeth and a teasing tongue while her hands gripped tightly around my biceps and her ground her hips into mine with wicked abandon.
The next morning she claimed that it would never be that good again, that it was a goodbye fuck and a farewell to the love we shared...If only. Our marriage was over but we kept finding our way into coitus night after night. The sex was dirtier, hotter and more frequent than it had ever been. It makes me wonder how many other people have experienced the best sex imaginable with someone they can't live with.
I admit that after a while I felt as if this arrangement was impeding our ability to move on with our lives and took the initiative to tell her no one night when she said she would need to use me later that night. It wasn't easy but at that moment I was thinking above my waist.
Consequently, she went home with another guy that night and they've been dating ever since. We separated for all the right reasons and the man she found was exactly what she wanted but couldn't get from me...except for the sex.
We were close enough that we remained friends and as such she confided in me that his penis was smaller than mine. This confidence was shared for the express reason that she felt bad for thinking it should matter and was quick to point out that he made up for his size with enthusiasm.
It might have ended there but several weeks later she confessed that they're love making was just that, always soft and intimate but never dirty and she missed that. Not that making love wasn't nice but she was really missing being fucked. For what ever reason her perfect boyfriend could not see the woman he loved as someone to be a sexual object.
This was too much for me to handle and I told her that it was important that we not discuss her unfulfilled needs lest I feel compelled to subsidize her nastier longings. I still wanted to move on with my life and believed that I deserved the chance to find someone who was right for me. Not to mention my misgivings about fucking her when she was supposed to be committed to someone else.
Another couple of weeks passed and I was left to memories, wet dreams and a video taken with my cell phone just after we called it quits. The real tragedy of this tale is that during all this time I hadn't found anyone else to occupy my bed but then I hadn't wanted to rush into anything.
It happened one afternoon when she called me over to the house on the premise that she had packed some of my things that had been overlooked. She was dressed in a tiny black dress with fishnet stockings and stiletto heels. As my penis pushed against the fabric of my pants I remembered that her new man didn't appreciate her in such flash and I also new he was a fool.
She sauntered deliberately to me with strides lead by her hips, when she had me against the wall she kissed me, forcefully and hungrily. I didn't resist and let her put my hands on her hips where with slight adjustments I could press my thumbs into her pelvis and pull on her ass with my fingers.
Our mouths unlocked and I nuzzled into the soft space between her shoulder and neck where my teeth coaxed breathy moans from her lips. Her hands tore at my belt and ripped off my pants to get to my throbbing hard on. She cooed and purred as her hands reacquainted themselves with my size and shape. Jerking it in even, squeezing thrusts, she looked into my eyes "I haven't had a cock in my mouth in so long" She squatted right there and licked my head in a couple circles before engulfing me in her talented tongue pierced mouth.
My back arched and my hands flexed and pressed against the wall before letting them rest on her dark curls as she bobbed expertly on my cock. She moaned and slurped with obscene hunger while her hand worked the base of my shaft and rubbed her spit into my balls.
Within minutes I was crying out wordless exclamations before erupting into her throat. She gagged and choked but managed to swallow everything and looked up at me with eyes I had never seen before, reflecting a lust that the satyrs would sing of.
She stood up and walked to the fridge where she poured herself a glass of wine, she downed the Zinfandel like she had my semen then licked her lips while flashing me a smile between desire and shame. I lifted my pants and joined her around the island counter. I crept up behind her and whispered into her ear as I cradled her waist and lifted the hem of her dress. "No one has to know and nothing has to change."
Beneath her dress, a black garter held up the stockings and her black lace panties were wet with arousal. A couple of quick strokes over her clit with my fingers and her body arched into mine. With her dress hiked up around her waist and her body bent over the counter, I pulled her panties to the side and pressed my still throbbing member into her steamy slit.
Once my head was lodged in her hole I began to thrust hard and fast to the appreciative rhythm of her squealing moans. I held on to her hips and ground myself against her at the end of each thrust. Through heavy panting she cheered me on "oh god, its so deep and so big....Fuck me, fuck me like a dirty whore...." her words trailed off into primal groans and lustful screams.
Then I felt the familiar grip as she climaxed around my engulfed cock, her hot juices spilling down my legs as she came. Now she was tighter, wet and more sensitive to my attentions. My hips bounced off her ass with a quick and steady pace.
She was moaning and humming as I pushed my way toward my own release and reached up and pulled her hair at the base of her scalp. There was a squeal that became a grunting moan and then her vaginal muscles clenched tighter around me. As I came, shooting the culmination of my lust into her, I pushed her neck down and glided the palm of my hand down her spine.
She ground her hips into my climax bringing herself to that peak one last time, the sensation of a man's hot semen jetting
so deep within her was enough to pry one last orgasm from her, as long as her body has been primed with a few of them prior.
I cleaned myself up in the bathroom and gave her time to do the same and as we met there was no shame in each others eyes. There was no longer any love between us but there was lust and some how we accepted this as the evolution of our relationship.
The End.
Crueltease
I just love being a tease. Oh, and showing off. Sometimes, when I'm in the right mood, the two together can be such fun. Even the most boring and mundane of housework can be livened up with a naughty mind. Yesterday just happened to be one of those times...
I've been putting it off since spring, so when I got up I decided that it was time to redecorate my bedroom. I'd already done the spare room, because my younger brother has finished college and is staying with me for the summer vacation. Our parents moved to Spain when he started college, leaving me with the honor of putting him up whenever he's home. That's ok with me: we're close enough in age to get on fine, he does help around the house occasionally and his board helps me pay for essentials, like shoes and clothes and girlie nights out with my friends.
So, when I checked the garage and found that I didn't have any lining paper left, I sent Pete off with a handful of notes and my car keys to buy some more. Not expecting to see notes, car, wallpaper or Pete back for some time, I dragged and heaved my paint, stepladders, brushes and other bits and bobs up to my room. Doing that made me really quite hot, with it being a warm, sunny day, so I decided to forego my normal scruffy clothes and changed into a pair of very short and too tight old shorts and one of my dad's old shirts tied at the front under my breasts (it was far too warm a day for underwear).
Sanding down the paintwork around the windows was my first job and as I worked I found that the movements of my body caused my unrestrained breasts to rub against the inside of my shirt, causing my nipples to become rather excited. I also found that the gusset of my shorts rubbed my pussy in a quite delicious way. It wasn't long before I was having naughty thoughts and enjoying decorating somewhat more than usual. My thoughts were turning towards my toy draw and the possibility of having a play-break when I saw my brother's friend, Boot (his real name is Simon; I have no idea why everyone, including his Dad, call him Boot) approaching the house. 'Oh bugger,' I said to myself, knowing that my wank would have to wait. I made my way downstairs and opened the door just as Boot got to the doorstep.
"Hi Alison," said Boot.
"Hi Boot," said Alison (that's me), "Pete's off out at the moment running an errand for me. Do you want to come in and wait for him?"
"Sure," he replied, eyes fixed on my chest, "if that's ok?"
I turned and walked back into the house, deliberately wiggling my hips, just a teeny bit more than usual, because I was still feeling rather naughty. I heard Boot shut the door behind him and follow me through to the kitchen.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked, walking over to the fridge.
"Thanks," he answered, "that would be great."
I opened the fridge, bent over a little more than necessary to look inside and pulled out a couple of beers. The cucumber sat in the salad draw caught my eye.
"I'm going to make a sandwich, are you hungry?"
"No. I'm ok. The beer will be fine, thanks."
I put a loaf of bread on my chopping board, with the carving knife and a vegetable knife and went back to the fridge. I took out the cucumber and stood, tapping the end of it against my lips as I made out that I was considering what else to have. From the corner of my eye I could see that Boot was watching me intently. Eventually I settled for sliced ham and mayo. I carried everything across to the table and stood opposite my brother's friend. Again I leaned over, far more than I needed, to cut slices off my bread, my boobs probably completely visible to Boot, down my very loose top, swinging as I sawed the loaf. I spread mayo on one slice, placed a couple of bits of ham on it and picked up the cucumber. It was fresh and unopened. I held it up in front of me, peeled back the cling wrap a little from the broader end and rolled it down with a few 'wanking' movements of my hand, before putting it down on the board and taking half a dozen slices off the end.
"I love cucumber," I said, holding it up and stroking it.
I closed my sandwich, sat down opposite him and asked how his college course was going. As we talked and I ate, I let one of my hands down below the table, but my shorts were too tight to get it down the front, so I pulled one leg aside and, with my pussy now completely exposed, but just out of sight, began touching myself. By the time I had finished my snack, I was very wet and feeling very horny indeed. I pulled my shorts aside as far as I could and stood up, picked up the knives and board and took them to the dishwasher. With my back to Boot, I opened the machine, gave my shorts another pull up and to the side and bent over at my hips to put my dishes in. He saw me. I heard him grunt. I wriggled a bit as I rearranged the contents of the machine then closed it back up.
"I have to go finish up my sanding," I told him, as I packed everything else except the cucumber away again. "Feel free to sit in the lounge and watch TV or something."
Being an old barn conversion, my house is an unusual layout, with three bedrooms upstairs where the haylofts used to be, all along one side of a landing area that ran the length of and overlooked the large, open lounge. The stairs ran down one side of the lounge next to the kitchen. From the lounge you can look up and see the three bedrooms and Boot watched me every step of the way as I hopped up the stairs and into my room. I left the door wide open and went back to work. I could hear the TV come on while I sanded away for a few minutes. There was a fair amount of dust, most of it on me. I decided I should have a shower.
I left the bedroom and headed back downstairs. Boot looked up as I reached the bottom and I told him I was going to clean up. The main bathroom in my house is upstairs, at the end above the kitchen, but there is a shower room and WC downstairs, just off the lounge. That was where I headed. I pushed the door about half shut, turned on the shower and stripped off. I could see Boot turning to look occasionally in the mirror, but was pretty sure he could see nothing more than teasing glimpses. I got in the shower, pulled the curtain closed and enjoyed washing myself down for a few minutes. I paid particular attention to making sure my pussy was as clean as possible.
Once I was done, I got out of the shower, dried down and wrapped a small towel around me. It was only just big enough to cover my boobs and half my bum, and only just tied at the side, leaving one side of my body almost completely revealed. I left the shower room and went into the kitchen, picked up the cucumber and headed back into the lounge. Boot looked straight at me with his eyes wide. I could see the bulge in his trousers as he sat in front of the TV. I wiggled the cucumber, winked at him and bounced back upstairs into my room, dropping my towel as I went through the door.
I sat down on my bed, directly opposite the wide open door, and un-wrapped the cucumber. I lay back, spread my legs wide and started playing with my lips and clit. I heard careful, but not silent footsteps as I licked and sucked the vegetable, making it wet and slippery. I closed my eyes. The footfalls stopped just by my door. I put my plaything between my legs and gently eased the tip of it in to my hungry hole. It was so large it took a minute or two of working it in and out, a little further each time, before my pussy had relaxed and stretched enough to get a decent length in.
Once it was in enough it felt delicious. So very hard and nobbly and big! I slowly pumped it in and out, playing with my clit with my other hand and listening to the frantic jerking sounds coming from the doorway. Each thrust I pushed down towards my bum, so the tip inside me rubbed the front and hit my g-spot. It didn't take much of that before I was crying out and moaning as my orgasm came on. I felt something splash on one of my feet just as my climax was at its peak. I pushed the cucumber in hard, rubbed my clit as fast as I could and screamed out as I came.
Eyes still shut, plaything still inside me, I hea
rd the toilet flush, then water running, then footsteps on the landing again. I pulled it out just as Boot passed the door so he could have a good view of my dripping, wide open hole as he went by.
I listened to him go downstairs, turn the TV off and call "Alison, I have to go now. Tell Pete I called, ok?" as if nothing had happened.
"Sure. Feel free to cum again anytime," I called back and slid the cucumber back inside.
The End.
The Good Citizen Tours The Village
I woke up and wasn't exactly sure where I was for a minute. I was totally relaxed and incredibly rested, but it took me a minute to remember that I was in a small village in the mountains of Japan and right before I fell asleep I had been fucking a stunning Asian woman in the ass. My cock stirred at the memory.
I rolled over and listened to the sounds of the jungle around me and breathed in the fragrant mountain air. I had come to this village to meet the people and visit a water project tin which I had invested.
I am a banker by profession but this was a deal that I had financed personally. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was 17 and my sister and I inherited just over $2 million. Most of mine was in real estate and it had done well while I was off in college and had grown to nearly $3 million.
Several weeks ago one of my clients, Kenji Ohtsuka, had come to me with a loan request for $250,000 but the bank was not in the business of making unsecured loans to fund water reconstruction projects in another country. I had the money and decided to take a chance.
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