She helped me lie down on the sand, my feet sticking out into the water which reached all the way up to my bottom at it's highest. Crouching next to me she held me in a firm grip, playing with me until she had me at full attention. She smiled as she crouched over me, guiding me in. At first only letting the tip taste her wetness. She was as eager as before if not more. She teased me for a while, only taking it in a little, before she seemed to grow tired off it and engulfed me so quickly that it made me gasp. When I was fully immersed she looked at me and said that she had me now. That now she owned me, I was hers. As she moved slowly up I couldn't have agreed more wholeheartedly with her. She was the perfect rider for a beast such as myself, the perfect mistress.
She rode me as the waves came crashing in, smiling at her captive as my hands wandered between her bosom and her buttocks. Squeezing both, delighting in her flesh as it swallowed and milked my member. Smiling she leaned down, biting my neck. Holding her buttocks tightly I did what I could to increase her pace, counter thrusting as much as I could. The waves tickling and caressing my sensitive sack and inner thighs. Holding her close to me as we made love. Wanting to feel her body. Enjoying the feel of her skin against mine in the warm weather on the lovely beach. Our own lover's paradise, ours and ours alone. She pushed off against my shoulders and rose back up to sitting. Riding me with just her hips, grinding against me. Riding me like that she asked me who was my queen and conqueror, how could I name anyone but her? Calling her my lady she called me her dirty boy, taking hold of my jaw for a moment smiling down on me. There's just something about a woman with an appetite that's an enormous turn-on to me. A woman filled with desire, passion. That asks or makes me fill her needs.
She leaned down again, rubbing our pelvic bones against one another through the skin, grinding her clit against me. With her head to the left of mine she whispered into my ear that she was going to do whatever she wanted with me, that she would keep riding me until she was satisfied and not stop a moment sooner. I whispered back that I loved her and that she could do with me as she pleased. She said she knew, before nibbling roughly on my earlobe. Making me wince at the same time as she was making me moan with pleasure. I don't know how long she rode me like that, fast enough for me to enjoy it but too slow for me to climax. It felt like an eternity of pleasure-filled torment. But then she seemed to be closing in on her apex, I could feel her shuddering as she moaned into my ear. She arose and with one hand caressing herself she dug the fingers of her other hand into my thigh and rode me with force. With my hands on her hips I counter thrusted and did everything I could to go faster, harder. She seemed determined to come together, her hand caressing herself faster and faster as she bounced around on top of me. Involuntarily I dug my fingers into her hips, there was no way I would be letting go now. Water splashing up as we frantically fought our way to our common yet selfish goal. To explode in desire.
We were both shaking and shuddering, pulses flashing up and down our spines signalling the approaching annihilation. I don't know who of us screamed the loudest when we came. I'm not even sure which of us came the first, but the difference was so minute that in my disoriented state I had little ability to tell. She seemed to start milking my member a second or so before I completely lost control of myself and emptied myself into her shaking body. Almost blacking out as I did so. Forcefully milked into oblivion by her pleasure-driven orchid, her flesh-eating flower. Time and time again I released until there was nothing left and I lied like some jelly fish washed up on the shore, equally incapable of moving as I seemed to have ejaculated my spine into my loved one. She rode me without mercy until her own shudders had ebbed out and left her as drained as myself. Lying there with gentle waves lapping at our fatigued bodies. Panting and smiling at one another. I caressed some of her hair away from her face and then kissed her, breathing life into each other. We just lied there resting until we were more than certain that our legs were strong enough to walk with again.
We swam a bit more before walking further along the beach, exploring the surroundings. Stopping here and there to kiss, even stopping to make love a few times. Colonising the beach and claiming it as our own by our love-making. Scaring the wildlife by our enthusiastic moans. It was late when we left, vowing to return soon.
The End.
Theatre Fun
The theatre was dark with a single spotlight centered on the two figures on the stage. It was the final act, and Jayne realized with a start, that she had missed most of the dialogue that had passed between the actors. Instead, her focus had been on the slow rhythmic sound of Steve's steady breathing and the warmth emanating from his closeness. The faint masculine scent of his body teased her and flooded her senses with intoxicating arousal.
She glanced surreptitiously at him. Her deep green eyes swept over his face then drifted down the seat, admiring again the strong line of his jaw, his finely chiseled features and his hard body clad in a tuxedo.
"Stop it Jayne!" she chided herself. "You're acting like a school girl."
Looking back towards the stage her mind continued it's torturous debate. Yes, she was indeed behaving like a girl on her first date. This was so unlike her, not at all like the cool sophisticated woman she knew herself to be. It was not as though they hadn't been out before. Since being introduced to Steve at a dinner party, they had chatted on the phone, had been out for lunch and had met for drinks.
He was articulate, intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. Jayne sensed though, that underneath his smooth polish and charm, there was a deeply sexual and perhaps even ruthless side to him. She had learned that he was in the film and television business, and she wondered idly how many hopeful starlets he had fucked in his life. There was no doubt in her mind that Steve was a worldly and sexually experienced stud. Truthfully though, he had always behaved in a proper and gentlemanly manner with her; even when he flirted openly and undressed her with his dark intense eyes.
Jayne kept feeling that there was something different about this evening. From the time she had slipped in next to him at the back of the chauffeur-driven stretch limousine, she had felt an undeniable sexual heat between them.
Her mind wandered back to the intermission when Steve had walked over to the bar to fetch drinks. She had noticed the way his body moved and how the tailored pants fit snugly over his tight ass. Her breath caught sharply at the memory of the long lingering look he had given her and the way his strong fingers casually caressed her hand as she took the drink from him.
Jayne moved slightly in the seat, aware suddenly that she was feeling decidedly warm in her short black stretch velvet evening dress. She had chosen it carefully for their date. It was sexy but understated, showing off her curves and some cleavage, while leaving enough to the imagination. She crossed her long tanned legs and shifted restlessly, trailing a finger up to her throat where she felt her pulse point throbbing steadily. Then she let her fingers slide down, convinced that she would find a trickle of perspiration nestled between her exposed cleavage. The silky smooth skin between her breasts was dry, and she breathed a small sigh of relief.
Steve looked towards her and smiled. "Are you okay," he whispered, his hand brushing lightly against her thigh.
"Yes," she nodded, her skin burning from his touch.
A shiver passed through her as she imagined Steve touching her body, using his tongue to pleasure her and to lick sweat and juice from her private crevices. A vivid image of his turgid cock fucking her seared into her brain. Jayne needed him to pound her deeply, to use her, to pleasure her and she wanted to be the most alluring, exciting and unforgettable fuck that he had ever had. Her pussy throbbed excitedly as she felt a deep stab of desire and the unmistakable sensation of spreading moisture. Oh God, she thought, my pussy is seeping already! A sudden burst of thundering applause jolted her out of her thoughts as the curtain dropped and the show ended.
"I need to freshen up in the ladies room," she said, as they stepped into the crowded foyer of the theatre. And re
gain my composure! She thought silently.
"Sure, meet me up front, I'll have the driver bring the car around," Steve replied, flashing her a slow sexy smile.
Cold water gushed over her hands and wrists as Jayne glanced at the reflection in the mirror. Her lustrous brown hair, flecked with natural red streaks cascaded around her shoulders. She barely noticed the wild fevered look in her green eyes and the deep red color that had flooded her full mouth. What was really difficult to ignore was the outline of her stiffened nipples poking obscenely through the sensuous texture of her dress. She ran her flattened palms over the top of the dress, straightening the fabric, but further arousing her already engorged nipples.
This gesture did not go unnoticed by an attractive blonde woman who was applying lipstick at the mirror across from her. Jayne snapped her purse shut, just as the restroom cleared and she walked towards the door.
"Excuse me, but can you help me?" the blonde woman called.
"Yes, what is it?" Jayne replied, mildly irritated at being delayed further.
"I can't seem to get this damn clasp closed!" she said, turning the open clasp of a pearl necklace to the front of her neck.
Jayne moved in towards the woman, took the clasp from her and concentrated on closing it. She could smell faint traces of a familiar fragrance drifting up from the blonde woman's neck.
"Ah, you're wearing the new Gaultier perfume, I love it," Jayne said, finally getting the clasp closed and locked into place.
"And I love your hard nipples, they look good enough to eat..." the blonde murmured against Jayne's ear.
Jayne stepped backward, momentarily stunned by the woman's words.
"Look, I saw you and your hot, handsome date together," the woman continued, " And the two of you look so utterly fuckable that I've become aroused. I'm sorry but I couldn't hold back confessing my feelings." She grabbed Jayne's hand and guided it under her own dress. "Here, feel!"
Without thinking, Jayne ran her hand over the damp crotch of the woman's panties and involuntarily slipped a finger under them. She felt the moist matted curls, the swollen slick pussy lips and the wetness seeping from them. The woman let out a low throaty groan as Jayne's finger probed.
"Why don't you and your date take me home with you tonight and fuck me. I'll pleasure you any way you wish. Please let me be your sex toy!" she begged, as Jayne removed her glistening finger from between the woman's thighs.
Jayne felt her own pussy contract violently. She couldn't believe how erotic it had been to feel the soft inside of another woman's hot wet cunt. The smell of pussy juice lingered in the air and Jayne had to suppress an overwhelming desire to taste and suck her juice-coated finger. Thoughts and questions crowded Jayne's fevered mind. Her body was responding to the brazen slut's suggestion, but could she go along with it? What would Steve think? And, what if this was some wannabe actress trying to get a couch audition?
"Who are you! What's your name?" Jayne demanded.
"Kim," the woman replied, suggestively running her hands over the swell of her breasts.
"Are you an actress Kim?"
"Hell no, honey this is no act. I'm very hot for you!" she laughed throatily, "But if you must know, I am in sales and marketing."
Jayne looked the woman over, appraising her closely. No, she definitely wasn't one of those hopeful starlets, but she was sexy. She looked to be in her thirties, medium height with short well-cut blonde hair and blue eyes. Her low cut dress showed full rounded breasts and a firm toned body.
Kim moved towards Jayne and boldly ran her fingertips over Jayne's engorged nipples. "Come on, you know you want this as much as I do," she whispered. "I'll make you feel good, as only a woman can, and we can fuck him together. Let's do it please!" she urged.
Jayne hesitated for a moment faced with a dilemma. She was unwilling to share Steve , but she was acutely aware of the pulsing wetness and the familiar twinges inside her pussy. God, she actually wanted this! She needed this new experience, and she was certain it would please Steve. After all, she mused; it was a favorite male fantasy to have two women together.
Her mind was made up. "Yes, we can do it!" Jayne said, her head spinning with wanton desire, "But, we "entertain" Steve, you don't get to fuck him. Do you understand that?"
"Mmm so we put on a show for him, and I get to fuck you, right?" Kim purred seductively.
"Yes," Jayne replied firmly, the heat rising from her cheeks. She consoled herself with the thought that Kim would merely be their fuck toy. "Now let's get out of here!"
Steve leaned casually against the polished exterior of the limo chatting to the driver. He smiled softly when he saw the two women approaching. Now this was going to be interesting, he thought, as he opened the car door.
"Steve, this is Kim. She is having car trouble, a leaking engine or something. Anyway, I offered her a ride home. I hope you don't mind," Jayne said.
"No, not at all," Steve replied, looking Kim over as they slid into the plush interior of the limo.
Jayne and Kim settled into the spacious leather seat with their backs facing the closed wooden panel, which separated the driver's cab from the rest of the car. Steve took the seat opposite them and removed his tie as he offered drinks.
"You may as well get comfortable, ladies, it's going to be a long ride home." He smiled and continued, "The driver mentioned that there's been a serious accident downtown and the traffic has backed up heavily."
Kim slipped off her high-heeled sandals and stretched her legs along the seat, lightly caressing Jayne's thigh with her toes. Jayne shivered slightly, took a deep breath and looked towards Steve.
"So, tonight was the opening Premiere. Do you think the show is going to be a hot item?" she asked expectantly.
Steve sipped his drink thoughtfully. His mind focused on the two women before him. His eyes glinted and he chuckled . "Well, one never knows, only time will tell," he said, his eyes locking with hers. "But it seems to show promise. It has an intriguing plot, great setting and an alluring leading lady."
Jayne slipped her hand slowly up Kim's creamy thigh, aware that Steve was watching her every move, his eyebrow slightly raised. "The leading lady is not very experienced though," she said softly, her heart thudding in her chest.
"Sometimes, the finest and most revealing performances come from the inexperienced..." Steve said, huskily, his eyes locking with hers.
The sexual tension in the car was electric as Jayne moved Kim's dress up to expose the blonde matted pussy hairs peeking through her black underwear. Overcome by the need to taste Kim's moist cunt, Jayne hooked her fingers into the flimsy panties and ripped them off. She traced the outline of Kim's wet swollen pussy lips nestling beneath a trimmed but full bush. Kim moaned deeply "Oh God, don't tease me please!"
Jayne glanced towards Steve and watched the crotch of his pants strain against his growing bulge. Her own pussy throbbed wildly, as she slid her thumbs down the length of Kim's wet slit and back up the inner lips, obscenely splitting Kim's juicy pink wetness for Steve to see. She heard his sharp intake of breath. He was riveted to what was unfolding before him. Jayne could not believe that she was doing this and how utterly amazing it felt. She reveled in a sense of total uninhibited lust, raw passion and newfound power.
Excited by the knowledge that this was arousing Steve, she kneeled between Kim's thighs and lewdly spread them apart, tentatively licking at the moist folds. Kim gasped as she felt Jayne's tongue slowly dig into the hidden crevices of her cunt and lap. Jayne began to lick eagerly, with more pressure and she let the fullness of her tongue slide teasingly from Kim's asshole up between her pussy lips to her throbbing clit.
"Oh fuck yes! That's it!" Kim groaned excitedly, "Lick it, suck it good baby!"
Jayne continued her exploration, savoring the delicious taste and musky scent that was coming from Kim's scorching cunt. She teasingly slipped a finger into each of Kim's steaming holes while she captured Kim's engorged clit into her mouth and began circling it with lazy st
rokes, then sucked it gently but firmly. This was the way Jayne liked to be eaten. Kim thrashed her head from side to side on the leather seat, moaning with pleasure.
"Fuck me, Fuck me!" she screamed, bucking her hips, and pressing her pussy hard against Jayne's mouth.
Jayne looked up at Steve. He was sipping his drink slowly, watching her closely.
"Finger fuck her Jayne," he insisted. "Push your fingers into the slut's cunt and fuck her!"
Jayne slid two fingers deep inside Kim and immediately felt the ridged walls of Kim's hot pussy gripping them. She thrust her fingers in and out, while still sucking on Kim's swollen clit. Steve moved next to Jayne and pressed his lips to her ear. " Go ahead and pound her," he hissed. "Yes, that's it, Jayne, fuck the shit out of the whore."
Jayne gasped for air. Her mouth was buried in Kim's sopping cunt, as she stabbed her fingers relentlessly into Kim. Steve's crude language had aroused her to a new level of desire. Her own throbbing cunt screamed for release, as Steve's words resonated in her ears.
"Fuck her like you mean it! She's your bitch, Jayne, show the greedy cunt how you like to make use of nasty fucksluts like her."
Jayne grabbed Steve's hand and forced three of his thick fingers into Kim's pussy alongside her own. "Come fuck her with me," she gasped, her own desire threatening to overtake her. Kim's cunt stretched obscenely to take the new intrusion as the two sets of fingers slammed into her hot sticky depths and massaged her inner walls. Jayne used her thumb to strum Kim's clit while Steve shoved his thumb into Kim's puckered asshole.
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