A minute later I sat back up and reached for his pants. I unzipped his jeans and took out his rock-hard cock, which by now was beaded with little droplets of precome. I scooted to the edge of the seat and guided his delightful seven-inch cock slowly into my steaming pussy. He inched his way in, and I took him to the hilt. It felt so glorious to be full again. He fucked me slowly, letting me savor every second of it, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came again.
He looked down at me and told me he was close too. We picked up speed, and soon the entire cab was shaking and I was screaming with pleasure. He leaned down and kissed my breasts as he fucked me good and hard. When I felt his cock begin to throb and his body tremble, I knew he was about to come. He groaned as he shot off deep inside my pussy. I exploded soon after he did, and our bodies convulsed together as our orgasms subsided.
The seat of the cab was soaked with our juices. Roy lay his head on my breasts, breathing hard, his cock still inside me. I caressed his hair and face. Then I kissed him deeply, tasting myself. As we got dressed, Roy said that he wished my car would break down more often, and I told him I’d make sure that it did.—Name and address withheld
SHE FORCED A BIT OF REALITY INTO THEIR CYBERSEX WORLD
My cyberspace lover and I had never met. We knew each other only by our code names: his was Nero, mine was Curious. Through our chats we had exchanged only vague information about our lives and careers. We knew we lived in the same city, and that neither of us was looking for a real-life relationship. We each had our own reasons for this, but that didn’t diminish our sexual urges. What we knew best was each other’s deepest sexual fantasies and desires.
At first it had been fascinating, if a little strange, to be so intimate over a computer with someone I didn’t really know. But the fact that he didn’t know me either actually made me hot. Anonymity was an aphrodisiac for me. But so was curiosity, and after a while my need to know had gotten stronger than my desire for secrecy. And now, as we chatted, I was searching through the Web, using a new program that a friend of mine had worked out, seeking out information that wasn’t supposed to be available. With the right program, my friend had said, there are no secrets.
And now I heard myself draw in a sharp breath as the information I was looking for popped up on the screen. My friend’s program had worked, and there it was—my invisible lover’s name, the name of his company, and the address.
Excitement welled up in me as I printed out the information. Then I went back to the keyboard. Sorry, I can’t talk any more today, I typed in. Busy day, and I have an important appointment. Maybe tomorrow we can have some fun. I really need it in the worst way.
Okay, he replied. Disappointed, though. See you tomorrow.
I stood up to stretch. My tall body was in good shape, something I took pride in. My long legs were encased in sheer stockings with lacy tops, which were attached to a garter belt. I had on a matching bra—which I had chosen based on what he had told me of his preferences—but no panties. Over that I wore a simple red dress, cut to offer a little more cleavage and show a little more leg than was perhaps strictly appropriate for the office. But this was a special occasion.
I quickly turned off the computer and locked up my office. I sailed past my secretary, telling her that I would be out for the rest of the day and would not be reachable, leaving the poor girl with a puzzled look on her face.
By the time I reached my car, I was feeling almost giddy. My adrenaline was pumping, and I noticed that my hands shook slightly as I put the key in the lock. Checking myself in the rearview mirror, I found myself imagining what it would feel like to finally be able to stroke him the way he said drove him crazy. I could feel myself starting to get moist at the thought. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this excited about anything.
Once in the parking lot of his building, I gave myself a final once-over and got out of the car. In my purse I had a small bottle of massage oil and one of flavored lube. Nothing like being well prepared. Walking into the building, I felt a sudden rush of confidence. This was going to be an experience!
I got off the elevator at his floor and was faced with a receptionist. I told her who I was there to see, and when she asked my name I said, “Just say it’s a client, okay? I want to surprise him.”
The girl looked dubious, but then she caught sight of a man coming down the hall into the reception area. “Well, there he is now,” she told me.
I looked over, and my breath caught in my chest. He matched the description he had given me, but it hadn’t included how absolutely hot he was. His strawberry-blond hair was short and neatly styled, and his ice-blue eyes were the most piercing I had ever seen; I felt caught in them. I was frozen for a moment; then I quickly walked toward him and held out my hand, which he took automatically, looking surprised. I told him I was Ms. Davis, which of course meant nothing to him. When our hands met I felt an immediate sexual tension, and I was sure he did too.
“What can I do for you, Ms. Davis?” he asked, still looking puzzled.
“Well, you were referred to me as the authority on what I need help with,” I replied. “Could we maybe talk in your office?” I noticed he hadn’t let go of my hand, so I gave him a light rub inside his palm with my thumb. His eyes widened, and he ushered me quickly down the hall to his private office.
He closed the door and gestured to one of the chairs in front of his desk. I could see that he was rather openly admiring my legs as he moved around the desk and sat down.
“So,” he said when he was settled, “just how can I help you, Ms. Davis?”
This was it. I wasn’t in the mood to stretch things out any more. I looked deep into his eyes, and very slowly uncrossed my legs, swinging one leg over the other in a wider sweep than necessary. As I did this I watched his gaze drop, and his face flushed when he got a glimpse of what wasn’t underneath my skirt.
“What—” he stammered.
I stood up then and walked slowly, sensually around the desk until I stood behind him. “I would really feel more comfortable if you would ditch this jacket,” I said, slipping my hands around the back of his neck and sliding his suit jacket off his broad shoulders. I draped it across a low filing cabinet nearby, making sure to bend over as I did so, giving him a good look at my short skirt pulling up over my thighs and tightening over my ass. I heard him catch his breath. He turned his chair to face me as I straightened up.
“Who . . . what are you—” he began again, but I stopped him by moving closer and putting a finger across his lips. Then, keeping my eyes locked on his, I put my hands on his shoulders and boldly sat on his lap. As I wiggled closer to him, I felt his hardness against my ass.
Putting my mouth to his ear, I whispered the one thing that would finally tell him who I was. “Hello, Nero. I’ve really been Curious to meet you.” And I licked his earlobe softly as I drew my face back to look at him.
His eyes grew large with realization, and he was about to speak when I again put a finger to his lips. Speech was no longer necessary. I cupped his face in my hands and brought my lips to his. My tongue teased his lower lip before sneaking into his mouth.
I felt his hands run softly up the sides of my body and brush over my full breasts. His fingers quickly undid the buttons of my dress until he was able to reach in and caress my nipples, and we moaned into each other’s mouth. I squirmed in his lap to feel more of his hardness.
He lifted me up then and sat me on the edge of the desk, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on top of his jacket. Then he turned his attention to the remaining buttons on my dress, undoing each one slowly. When he was done I slid off his desk and shrugged the dress off, thrilling at the look of desire in his eyes as he drank in my every curve in the black lace and high heels. He cupped a breast in his hand and lowered his mouth to lick a nipple. I had told him how hot it got me to have my nipples sucked, and it was obvious that he remembered. He sucked each nipple in turn, lovingly and lengthily, and I could feel myself
getting wet.
One of his hands slid down past my garter belt, stopping when it reached my trimmed patch of pubic hair. I groaned again as his finger slipped into my wet pussy and then, moistened with my juices, began to tease my clit. Gasping with joy, I melted into him as he finger-fucked me, trying to stifle my loud moans until I came all over his hand.
My legs felt weak now, and I allowed my knees to buckle, sliding down along his body until I was kneeling in front of him. He helped me eagerly as I opened his pants and slid them down, along with his shorts. I heard him draw in a sharp breath as I lowered my head to him. I started by softly licking the underside of his shaft, from the base to the tip. When I took the head of his cock into my hot mouth, I felt him tremble. I sucked just the tip at first; then, when I felt I had him near the brink, I suddenly drove my head down over his throbbing cock, taking it all the way in until I was deep-throating him. His fingers tangled in my hair, but he let me set my own pace, and I pistoned up and down again and again until I felt his body stiffen. As soon as his cock swelled with the pressure of his orgasm, I pulled back so I could watch his come shoot out; but with the second spurt I took him back in to taste his jism, and swallow it.
Once he was done I kept his cock in my mouth, teasing it back to hardness with my tongue and lips. It didn’t take long. Then I stood up, retrieved the bottle of lube from my bag, and handed it to him. We were on the same wavelength; he knew what I wanted, and I knew he wanted it too. He put his hands on my hips and turned me, bending me over the desk with my hot ass facing him. I could hear myself panting as he lubed up my anus, his fingers stroking like the promise of more to come. Then he was pressing up behind me, emitting a low growl as he slid his hard-on into my tight ass. It took everything I had not to scream out in ecstasy. He knew just how I wanted it, and I reached down to rub my clit as he held onto my hips and began pumping me as hard as he could. I came almost immediately, but he didn’t stop. I bucked against him as I rode wave after wave of orgasm, the juices running freely down my legs.
Finally he pulled out and sat back down in his chair, his dick standing up like a telephone pole. Still moaning, I climbed back onto his lap, wrapping my long legs around him and letting him guide his shaft between my glistening pussy lips. I threw my head back, stifling another scream as he slid all the way into me. I rocked back and forth on him, and again he took a nipple into his mouth, licking it and then nibbling it softly, making me ride him harder, my thighs flexing as I moved up and down. We were both breathing raggedly now, fucking with total abandon. When I knew he couldn’t hold it any more, I pressed my lips to his ear and whispered, “Come. Come now. I want to feel you come inside me.”
And he did, his whole body shaking as his orgasm ripped through him like a bolt of lightning. When I felt this, my cunt tightened up on him as I too spasmed in climax, and I heard him grunt with amazement. I could actually feel each spurt of his come shooting into me.
We clung to each other for long, loving moments as we caught our breath. Then I slowly got up and began to dress, while he watched me. Finished, I bent over him and dropped a delicate kiss on each eyelid, and a more sensual one on his mouth. “Goodbye, Nero,” I said quietly, and walked to the door.
“Wait!” he called. “When will I see you again? How will I—”
I smiled back at him. “Watch your computer,” I said, and then I left him there. There was no reason we shouldn’t resume our intimate little computer chats. He still didn’t know who I was. He might look for a Ms. Davis, but that name wasn’t real anyway. Good as he was, I still didn’t want or need an entangling relationship. We could go on just as before . . . until I decided to surprise him again.—J.E., Atlanta, Georgia
IT’S JUST A SMALL LEAP FROM COED SOFTBALL TO ALL-OUT HARDBALLING
I once played on a coed softball team at work. Since I was only nineteen, I was the youngest person on the team. Kelly was a small brunette, thirty-four, about five-five, one hundred fifteen pounds. She had nice, full boobs, a tiny waist and the nicest ass I’d ever seen. Pretty much every time we were together, whether for softball or occasionally at work, she would flirt badly with me. Sometimes she would “accidentally” rub her ass on my cock, other times maybe say how surprised she was that a great-looking guy my age with my “charm” could possibly be single.
Well, the season came and went, and we had our victory party at her house. She told me to bring a swimsuit, even though she hoped it would eventually come off. I arrived right as the food came off the barbecue. Since all the chairs were full, I sat under the coffee table in the living room. Most everyone was a little bit tipsy already, and someone suggested we play quarters.
At my age, I didn’t have much experience playing, and within twenty minutes fell behind by a six-pack. Things got blurry pretty quick. I don’t quite remember how it started, but Kelly managed to squeeze in next to me and had her hand on my lap. I was at full attention. Right about then we ran out of beer. It was after midnight, so everyone who was still standing called it a night.
I got up and stumbled to the bathroom, trying—and probably failing—to conceal my erection. I finished relieving myself and made my way to the kitchen. I walked in, and I saw Kelly, bent over in her tiny tight shorts.
She must have heard me. She asked, “Like what you see, babe?”
“Hell, yes,” I replied.
She rose, came to me and pinned me to the counter. “You ever thought about being with an older woman?” she said.
“Only when you’re around,” I said.
She pressed her lips to mine and slid her tongue in my mouth. As we French-kissed, I slipped my hands down her back and onto her ass, cupping her cheeks. She moved her lips slowly to my neck and down my chest, licking around each nipple. Then I felt her hand rubbing my manhood.
“I’ve wanted to blow you since I saw you in uniform at the field,” she said.
I had never had a blowjob, so just hearing that drove me crazy. She pulled off my suit, licked the head of my cock, then took all she could of me in her mouth. It was an unbelievably wonderful feeling—all that warmth, along with the wetness of her tongue. She ran her lips loosely down my shaft, then pressed them together tightly on the way up. Then she deep-throated me.
After about five minutes, it was time. She must have felt my cock quiver between her lips, because she slid it out of her throat and held the head on her lips. I came what felt like a gallon’s worth, which she swallowed eagerly.
“Is that all you’ve got for me, young man?” she said.
“If you can handle more,” I said, “let’s go to the bedroom.”
I picked her up and carried her off. In the bedroom I laid her on the bed and pulled off her cutoffs, then just stood there a second admiring her trimmed pussy. She pulled me close and started French-kissing again. At the same time it seemed like her pussy sucked me right in. Being inside her was like nothing I had imagined. I slow-fucked her for about an hour. Then we both came, almost in unison.
Even after all that, with both of us covered in sweat, she wanted more. She went down and took my cock in her mouth. I sprang right to attention. She continued for another twenty minutes, then said she wanted to be in control. She sat down on me, and took all of me in. This time we fucked for well over an hour. By the time I came, it was almost three-thirty in the morning. I tongue-kissed her good night, and she said anytime I was up for act two, I knew where to find her. I knew it wouldn’t be long.—H.R., Metairie, Louisiana
IT SEEMED A SHAME TO BREAK UP HER GUYS’ DEVOTED PARTNERSHIP
Before Dan became my husband, he and his partner Carson were my firm’s most important clients. I worked with them putting together a deal that made us all quite rich in the end, but it took eight long months of intense work—and intense self-control.
I had a wild crush on both of these handsome men from our very first meeting, but I kept to my strict policy of never getting involved with clients, however great the temptation. I’m well-respected for my sharp business
mind, but my male clients also seem affected by my appearance. Frankly I love the attention, and use it to full advantage. Yes, I’m a shameless flirt. But I’m just a cock-teaser. I would never jeopardize a business deal by indulging with a client.
Dan and Carson were my biggest temptation yet. We often shared hotels all over the world during this project, dining together, attending parties and so on, until it became a sport for both of them to try to wear my resistance down. Each one would proposition me almost every night after a few drinks. I always turned them down, but only after leading them on terribly. At parties I always wore sexy dresses and fuck-me heels, danced extra close and flirted outrageously. I would meet them in the hotel gym or at the pool dressed in practically nothing so they could get a good look at my long legs, tight ass and perfect tits. I wanted to be on their minds every time they jerked off, every time they fucked another girl because they couldn’t have me. I often got myself equally worked up, and after our meetings had to fuck myself with the two dildos I kept in my office drawer, nicknamed D and C. My need for those two boys was growing.
Finally the deal was closed, the business was over, and I was ready for the pleasure to begin. I invited them to come to my office the following afternoon to pick up the final paperwork and a large check. I instructed my secretary to buy lots of roses and the best champagne—and after they arrived, not to disturb us for the rest of the day.
Carson showed up first, since Dan was running late. I welcomed him in with a warm hug, then led him back to my desk, making sure he got a good look at my cute ass in my very short, kicky skirt. I sat him in the chair opposite my desk and handed him a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
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