Joe deliberately pushed his still rock-hard monster back into the confines of his shorts and smoothed Robyn's wrinkled dress back down over her waist, gentle once more, and he wiped the sweat from his cheeks and used it to slick back his neatly-coiffed hair.
"I'm going to come and visit you late on Thursday evening, near the end of your performance," he calmly declared, tenderly stroking the smeared make-up running down Robyn's face. "And then, I'm going to take you home, you're going to suck my cock in my car until I cum all over that beautiful face, and when we get to my house, I'm going to fuck that tight virgin ass of yours, the one that Kevin won't satisfy."
Robyn didn't know whether to cry or to rub her pussy against Joe's body, and beg for his magnificent cock to pierce her again and again. She shook her head meekly, lamenting her fiancee's reticence to please her anal cravings.
He smirked as he kissed Robyn on the forehead. "Again, if you want Kevin's money in the near future, all of this can be our little secret, Robyn. But until then, you will be mine at my calling. Remember, quid pro quo." He shut the door behind him, leaving Robyn to peer at her thong in tatters at her feet while her cum still dripped down her leg in a small stream.
Joe pranced up the steps and drifted back onto the deck, looking none the worse for wear, smiling and waving to a few familiar faces before entering the house through the sliding screen door. He glanced over his shoulder and walked up the stairway to the upper level, down the hall to the master bedroom, where Karen Richmond knelt on all fours on the king bed.
He closed the door behind him, and opened his shirt to peel off the wire and small recording device that had been taped to his chest, and tossed it to Karen while unzipping his shorts again, his cock still semi-hard and covered with Robyn's juices.
"Mission accomplished," Joe said, while offering his thick cock to Karen, who greedily engulfed it into her mouth. "You won't have to worry about that little gold-digger in your family once your son has that tape mailed to him on the sly."
Karen had already engulfed Joe's full length and was tickling his heavy balls with her tongue, and she released him from her mouth only long enough to exclaim, "And here's part of your fee for such expert disclosure and discovery, counselor." Karen's mouth descended again to Joe's cock. "God, that little tramp is tasty, too."
Joe took his hands to the back of the older woman's head and watched contentedly as Karen sucked him. Nobody sucked cock like Karen Richmond, he thought to himself as his shaft disappeared into Karen's mouth. Nobody. A world-class deep-throating cocksucker. And his agreement with Karen, as compensation for his favor of seducing Robyn, was that Karen would suck him on demand, whenever he so desired.
He looked out the window and saw Robyn stumbling tentatively from the utility room below, her dress askew, nervously glancing left and right to see if she'd been detected. He smiled as he shot his seed down Karen's waiting mouth as his thoughts drifted to how he would fuck Robyn Thursday night, before the audiotape was received by Kevin. Joe would make sure of that.
Quid pro quo, he thought, the last of his cum dripping onto Karen's chin. He would have Robyn's ass and Karen's mouth at his disposal. It was quite a master legal and libidinous maneuver.
Once you cut through all the money and legal mumbo-jumbo, he pondered, pulling up his zipper, there was one constant only.
Sex. The only true universal currency. Fueled forever by libido.
The End.
John & Emily's First Time
John looked away from the tv as he heard the front door open. He hoped it would be Rachel, his girlfriend, but instead it was her sister, Emily. He caught himself gazing at her crotch -- distinctly visible in the short, tight volleyball outfit she was wearing -- and turned his eyes away.
Emily was a tall, slim, filly of a woman: her limbs slender and toned from her years as an athlete, and her frame both muscular and well-endowed. She had shoulder-length, asymmetrical hair -- newly cut to give her a more modern appeal -- and she looked the city gal that she was. There was a strong sense of sexuality that exuded from her. The way her hips curved into her pert rear; the way her shirts clung tantalizingly to her chest to show off her ample breasts. There was no denying her attractiveness, and few were the men brave enough to dare the rejection of conquering her.
When Emily caught John staring at her, she offered a smile. He looked at her with a sheepish grin in return and turned away.
"Rachel isn't home yet?" she asked.
"She ran out for a few errands," John replied. "Said I could stay here."
Emily crossed the room in front of the tv, and John watched her hungrily, her slender legs and tight thighs were gorgeous. Emily put a leg up on the chair next to the tv -- facing away from John -- and began to take off her tennis shoes, the material from her pants stretching across her firm ass. He felt his cock stir and adjusted himself while she was looking away.
Once her shoes were off, Emily walked over to the couch and plopped herself next to John and stretched her legs out to the coffee table in front of them. Then she grabbed the remote from the cushion between them and flipped the channel.
"Anything good on?" she asked.
"Not really," John said. "Was just watching a show about ice truckers."
"There wasn't anything on Cinemax?"
"Skin-emax, you mean," John said with a chuckle.
Emily looked over at him and shook her head with a smile.
"I didn't know you had those channels," John said.
John shifted in his shorts again, his cock already fully hard. Emily's shorts had ridden up between her legs, and the crease of her young slit was pressed against the material. It was hard not to notice.
"I bet you've been bored all day," Emily said.
"A bit," John replied. "She's been taking care of some shopping . . . which has been for the past seven hours."
Emily giggled. Then she shifted in her seat, and John noticed the spandex shorts ride up even more -- something he didn't think was even possible.
"How's volleyball this year," John asked, trying to act interested in her.
"Meh," she said, "I mostly do it for the shorts."
She turned and winked at John, and he chuckled.
"Well they look good on you," he said.
"That's the point," Emily said.
"Well I suppose if you're looking for the whole football team to get after you, sure."
"What's wrong with that?"
Emily grinned more broadly as she looked at John.
"Nothing, I guess," he said, "so long as you're not *getting* with the whole football team."
"And what would be wrong with THAT?"
John laughed at Emily, and she just smirked at him. He noticed her brush her arm across her own chest and wondered if she was getting turned on, too. She turned and looked at the tv and changed the channel, and John heard the cheers of drunks girls and turned to see some variant on the Girls Gone Wild show.
"Big fan of girls in bikinis," he asked.
"Just a big fan in general," she said.
"Of girls?"
Emily turned and grinned without saying anything. Then she changed the channel again, and John was shocked to see a girl's bare ass being drilled by a guy with a pretty big cock. He turned and looked at Emily, and she had set the remote down and was watching intently.
"I don't remember you being so forward, little Emily," John said.
He laughed nervously and looked from the tv to her. She reached down to the crotch of her tight shorts and began to rub herself then turned and looked at John.
"Volleyball gets me worked up a little," Emily said.
John swallowed hard and then turned to look at the front door. Then he looked back at Emily, and she had slid her hand down the front of her shorts and was rubbing herself slowly.
"Your folks won't be home for a while, right?"
"A couple of hours, minimum," Emily said between breaths.
"Well let's make good use of our time, shall we," John sa
id.
He stood and moved to stand in front of Emily, pushing the coffee table back so he had room. His jeans bulged in the front where his cock was trying to free itself from his pants. He reached toward her and ran his fingers through her thick, black hair.
"That looks awfully uncomfortable," Emily said, looking innocently at the bulge in his pants.
"Well I was hoping you could help me out a bit," John said.
He reached down to his zipper and pulled it down, then waited to see how Emily would respond. He hoped she would take the hint. She reached up to the open hole in his pants and paused, looking up at him with her big, brown eyes.
"How big is it?" she asked.
"Why don't you take it out and see," John said. "I bet you like them big, don't you?"
Emily smiled as she reached into his pants and pulled out his eight-and-a-half-inch cock. Her eyes grew wide with excitement, and his pants fell to the floor. Emily stroked it slowly with both hands, enjoying the soft feel of the skin of his cock.
"You like it, Em?" John asked.
Mezmerised by it, Emily just nodded as she gazed at his big cock and rubbed it with both hands. John watched her, leaning back a bit to let her have better access to it.
"I wanna please it . . ."
John grinned.
"Is this your first time," John asked.
Emily looked up at him and grinned. "Remember those football players?"
Giggling at John's reaction, Emily blew on the tip of his cock and then licked it.
"Well let's see what you've learned, All Star," John said.
Emily reached down to caress his balls with one hand while she gave the shaft one last stroke before slipping his entire length into her mouth with a moan. She drooled a little as she took all of it in, John feeling the head of his cock pressing against the back of her tender throat.
"Christ, Em, that's fantastic," John said as she slowly slid his thick cock all the way in and out of her throat.
He placed his hands on her head and slowly guided her into a rythm, letting his cock slide in and out of her mouth first slowly, and then gradually faster, her big eyes turned to look up at John's face as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.
"You like that cock, don't you, Em?"
She moaned in response, John's dick secured all the way down her throat. She gagged a little each time, a bit of drool coming out the sides of her mouth and slicking John's cock and balls. John started pounding her 18-year-old throat with his big cock, making Emily gag a little with each thrust and gasping for breath.
He paused, sliding his cock out to let her catch her breath and looked down at her.
"You like being a dirty girl, don't you, Emily?"
When she didn't respond, John grabbed his cock and slapped Emily's cheek.
"Say it," John said. "Say 'I love your big cock, John.'"
"I love your cock so much," Emily said. "I want more."
"That's a good girl," John said. "Now stand up and turn around, then take off your shorts."
Emily stood and turned around to face the back of the couch, leaning her head on the cushion as she reached back to pull her shorts and panties down, exposing her tight, creamy ass to John. Then she knelt on the couch cushions.
John was quick to move up behind her and slide his cock into her dripping pussy with one hard thrust. Emily gave a squeal and then began to moan as John's cock stretched her. She turned and looked over her shoulder at him as he began to slide his cock hard in and out of her.
He pounded her pussy hard, Emily moaning with each hard thrust into her. John slapped her ass a little, making it a bit red as he fucked her hard. Emily's breathing became heavy, and she reached under herself to rub her pussy as John's cock slid in and out of her.
"Have you ever had it in your ass," John asked.
Emily looked at him and nodded. "Just once," she said.
John slid his cock out of her drenched pussy and rubbed the head against her tight ass. It shivered as he touched it, and John lubbed up his cock with her pussy juice before pushing the head into her.
Emily caught her breath and moaned loudly as John's cock slowly entered her ass. Her breathing was hard as she felt him stretch her unlike she'd ever been before. Small cocks didn't really do anything in such a tight little ass; but John's big dick was stretching her more than she thought she could handle. But she wanted it inside her, and she began to enjoy it after only a few strokes in and out of her.
"Oh, fuck, Em, your ass feels fantastic," John said. "Your sister never let me fuck her in the ass."
Emily didn't respond. She began to breathe heavily and moan as she got closer and closer to orgasm. John reached around Emily's lithe body to grab her tits and squeeze them; Emily's back arched as John touched her, and she orgasmed with a loud moan and spasm that coursed through her whole body. Her breaths came in short bursts, and John felt her body clench as she orgasmed, driving him to cum inside her tight ass with a few powerful bursts.
Emily groaned as the last of John's cum entered her and turned to look back at him.
"Wow," she said.
John stood behind her, his cock still buried inside her ass and breathed steadily to calm his pulse.
"I'm gonna grab a shower before Rachel gets home," John said. "Want to come clean off my cock for me?"
Emily grinned as she slowly pulled herself off John's big cock and groaned as it slipped all the way out of her. She shivered and settled on the couch for a minute before gathering up her clothes and making her way with John to the upstairs bathroom.
She started the water and jumped in before John reached the bathroom. He set his clothes down and locked the door before entering with her. She stood posed against the tiles, the hot water streaming down her tall, slender form, her dark hair wet and hanging loosely down her back.
John grinned as she joined her.
"You like being a dirty little bitch, don't you," he said.
In response, Emily knelt in the shower, letting the water his her head and drip down her back. She slipped John's cock into her mouth and began to suck it clean with the water from the shower. John watched her with a smile as she sucked his softening cock in and out of her mouth.
"That's right," John said. "Clean it off good, so your sister doesn't know I fucked that tight little ass of yours."
Emily grinned as she made sure his cock was good and clean. John pulled it out after a few minutes and rubbed it on Emily's face.
"Good enough," he said.
Emily stood and looked at John with a smile. She leaned back against the tiles and let the water run over her chest. John reached down and rubbed her pussy, and Emily moaned loudly as he slid three fingers inside of her.
"You're going to be my little toy now," he said.
Emily moaned and her breathes quickened again.
"What about Rachel," she said.
"Just keep quiet about it like a good girl," John said.
Emily moaned loudly as John fingered her. She loved doing things for him that her prudish sister wouldn't. She wanted to be his toy, to let him fuck her ass, to be his dirty girl.
Emily orgasmed again thinking about her sister laying like a stiff letting John fucked her from the front and cumming in his condom. Emily would let John fuck her wherever he wanted, and she would love it.
When she'd orgasmed again, John slid his fingers out and stuck them in Emily's waiting mouth. She sucked them clean and looked at John.
"Now hurry up and get out before your sister gets home," John said.
Emily hastily washed and then got out. John heard her dry off and leave the bathroom. As he was getting out a few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Rachel peeked her head in as he was wrapping a towel around himself.
"Why are you showering," she asked.
"I was bored," John said. "Plus I kind of smelled."
"Whatever," Rachel said and closed the door.
If only she knew. John grinned and got dressed.
T
he End.
Picture Perfect
The dark street in Paris Petrie LeClair walked down was colorless and dark which was something he hated. The smell of wet dank dirt filled his nostrils reminding him he was in a part of the city where polite gentlemen rarely ventured. He chuckled to himself. No one would accuse him of being a polite gentleman by any standard. He was, of course, an artist. A painter of portraits was his trade and he made a decent living at it.
Portraits of fat aristocrat women with globs of gelatin filled skin were his subjects. Some actually nauseated him as he painted them on canvas, but they paid well and that was the crux of the matter.
The street suddenly veered left as he walked with his head down in a pensive mode. His destination was a small tavern; a den hidden from view of others where no one would recognize him.
As he opened the door squeaking on rusty hinges, the smell of stale whiskey rushed towards him inviting him to a small table near a corner. A man of burly looks nodded to him from behind the bar and a few moments later a tankard of ale was set before him. He cringed as he sipped the soured brew. It would take a few more gulps before it actually tasted good, but he didn't mind. He had no place to go. He hadn't been consigned to do a portrait in months and the promises of a new one was not within sight.
Petrie brooded in his corner pondering his ill fate, when a woman with a lush head of red hair sauntered passed him. She glanced at him briefly and noticed her green eyes were like those of a cat; always watching and waiting. Their eyes met and she nodded casting him a slightly twisted smile. Her skin was of cream smooth and unblemished, with a light tinge of rouge on her cheeks and lips. She wore a green velvet cape which hung delicately about her shoulders then draped softly to the floor.
Petrie watched her carefully observing every move she made. She was delicate, but willowy. She wasn't like the other women who frequented a place like this. She was different almost out of place in her surroundings, but seemed familiar to it at the same time.
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