During the night, she tit fucked me, I ate her to climax and finally as in the morning, as if to seal our mutual sexuality, we took a bath and I persuaded her to straddle me and piss on me. To see that black cunt spout the strong smelling fountain of yellow urine from it's untidily knotted lips, before I reached up and parted them, feeling the hot pee splash my hands was the final act of our sex. We then showered and ate a hearty breakfast which she provided in her sister's kitchen over business talk. I wondered if the neighbours had clocked the trips back and forth between our respective houses, but didn't care.
"I want the best that money can buy Mike," Norma told me. "You are the best and that's it."
"I know and so do you Norma. Don't worry. I will supply all the IT knowhow, equipment and training your staff need," I advised.
"It means you will have to visit me in the resort Mike and I know your company policy of only dealing with a very select group of clients and we are not," she grinned over her coffee cup.
"You have a unique way of getting what you want. I suppose me bringing Hendrix home only accelerated the meeting you planned," I chuckled.
The dog almost smiled at the mention of his name, but he was busy licking up the remains of toast and marmalade, Norma grinned and nodded.
"When we are in the office, it's strictly business Mike, you understand. No funny business like touching and stuff," she advised.
"It will be the same when you visit my company before you leave the country Norma. It's the only way, strictly business."
The End.
Redhead Vixen
Anya glared down at the polished cherry wood of the table in front of her and downed her third shot of tequila in one go. She sat alone in the far corner of the Irish pub, and no one seemed enthusiastic to join the brooding brunette. That was just fine with her, she could do just as well on her own. Besides, she planned to get absolutely smashed and she didn't need anyone else taking advantage of her while she was drunk.
She was certainly something to look at when she didn't have murder in her dark almond shaped eyes. Her dark brown hair was cut short at her jawline and styled in a pixie A-line cut. It looked bad on some people, but she made it work. Her skin was the color of freshly baked bread, and she sported a rather gorgeous figure.
True she wasn't perfectly curved, she had only b-cups and at 29 she had to work very hard for her flat, rock hard belly. But she was pretty nonetheless. She was dressed conservatively tonight in a tan business-length skirt with a pretty pink blouse.
Anya waved the busty blond waitress over and asked for another round. After taking her empty glasses, she turned and swished off to fulfill the order. Anya jealously admired her hips from behind as the girl bent slightly over the bar. She had a nice curvy shape, almost the ideal hourglass. Her golden curls were braided down her back and nearly reached her knees. With eyes as dark as the night outside and freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, she could likely have any guy she wanted.
The waitress returned with three more shots and set them in front of Anya, who drained the first almost immediately to bury the guilt she felt at stirring over another woman. Her head started to feel fuzzy, and she enjoyed the sensation. It was a welcome relief to the day's misadventures. She'd been denied a promotion, rejected by a crush and lost her favorite pair of earrings all in one day.
The pub was slowly emptying as time went on, but Anya stayed and continued to drink. She slowed down as her body warmed; a telltale sign of her inebriation. Her head turned when the doors of the quaint establishment banged open and a trashy-looking redhead flounced in.
She was dressed in a typical Goth style, her eyes rimmed dark black with eyeliner. The rest of her skin was flawless, a creamy pale color that starkly contrasted with the black dress and ripped leggings she wore. Her wet combat boots squeaked on the shiny wood floor as she fearlessly made her way to Anya's table and plopped down on the opposite side of the booth.
Anya was surprised at the sudden appearance, but she also couldn't help noticing the rather large bust that the girl's corset boldly presented. She had to at least be a D. The girl's eyes were a shocking violet, but when Anya looked closer she could clearly see the thin line of contacts encircling her irises. She wondered what color the girl's eyes really were.
"Hello, my name's Tally!" the girl introduced herself with a sleazy smile, holding out her hand for Anya to shake. Anya took it, feeling the softness of Tally's palms.
"Anya." She replied shyly, pushing her two empty shot glasses to the edge of the table and dimly focusing on the third. She barely registered how much she'd had to drink. But then again, Anya had always held her own when it came to this; she was only slightly drunk.
The girl swiped the last shot and drained it before Anya could even process what was happening. Tally smiled and tossed her head to move a shiny lock of red velvet hair from her face. Anya found herself staring at every inch of this slut, taking in her curves and figure.
Anya had never thought about another woman this way, but she had always been the dominant one in all her relationships. She felt her inhibitions shedding like a second, unnecessary skin as the alcohol pumped through her system. She would explore these new feelings and see where things went.
The two women made small talk and Anya flirted openly, twisting what little of her dark hair she could suggestively around her long thin finger as she stared directly into Tally's eyes. After a few more shots the two ambled to the counter, paid for their drinks, and braced themselves against the cold night outside.
"I am simply smashed; I don't think I can drive..." Anya commented as they headed to the parking lot. She put her arm around the taller girl and leaned heavily on her. Tally's hand grabbed onto Anya for purchase in lugging the drunken brunette around, but three of her fingers unknowingly rested on Anya's left breast. Anya shuddered with desire when Tally's fingers tightened as she stumbled along.
"My place is only a block away; you could crash there if you can't drive." Tally suggested.
"That'd be," Hic. "Great." Anya agreed. They finally came to a nice sized condo with a beautiful garden out front and a winding path that went right through the flowers and up to the front door. Tally unlocked the door and dragged Anya inside, helping her sit down at the couch in a small sitting room just off the entrance. Tally stumbled over her own boots and landed heavily on Anya.
"Oops, sorry." Tally giggled, making no move to get off. Anya meanwhile was experiencing intense want. She ached for something more with this strange girl, something...dirty. She felt herself getting wet as Tally's curvy body pressed against her own. Tally slowly lifted her head and fixed a lazy grin on her face.
Then just like that, they were kissing. Tally's soft lips devoured her own, tongue lapping hungrily inside Anya's mouth, exploring every inch. She felt like she was on fire as the redhead boldly cupped her breast and massaged it through her shirt.
Tally ran her hands over Anya's trembling body, teasing her slowly when she wanted so much more. Finally, they were pushed up under her shirt as she continued to ignite Anya's desires. Anya submitted as Tally began to unbutton her shirt and remove her bra. Leaning down, she took one hard pink nipple in her mouth and savagely flicked it with her tongue until Anya cried out.
Then she turned her torture on the other one. After she was satisfied, Tally licked her way down Anya's flat stomach to the waist line of her skirt. She undid the buttons and pushed the material down and over Anya's hips, the only remaining cover being a frilly pair of soaked panties. Tally hooked her thumbs on the edges and pulled the soft fabric down to reveal a shaven, pink pussy that was practically dripping for her.
Tally licked a slow line from Anya's thigh to her hip to tease her, then retreated to undress herself. After laying bare her gorgeous body, Tally settled over Anya in the familiar '69' position. Tally lowered herself down onto Anya's face.
"Lick it." She commanded. Anya meekly obeyed, tasting lips as clean shaven as she was. She delicately licked the outer folds bef
ore going deeper, her tongue probing into Tally's very core. She almost lost concentration when Tally's expert mouth set to work on her, but she was able to focus through the slippery feeling of the other woman's tongue exploring her nether regions.
Anya moaned lightly into Tally's cunt as she felt her clit being sucked on, momentarily forgetting about the hot snatch above her. She could feel herself getting closer to climax in no time, and she tried to imitate Tally's technique in hopes that she would get a similar response. Anya nibbled and sucked on the clit above her, earning a moan and a round of shivers. She continued to do this while moving her hands up to cup Tally's ass.
Anya gave it a squeeze and was pleased to hear Tally moan in pleasure. Anya bravely moved one hand up until her fingers rested lightly between Tally's ass cheeks. A cry filled the room as Anya was unexpectedly brought closer to the edge. The shorter girl braced her feet against the couch and pushed her hips up into Tally's face, which she took as a signal to speed up what she was doing.
Seconds later Anya was moaning in ecstasy, her grip tightening and the tip of her first finger unintentionally probing at Tally's ass hole, to which Tally loudly approved. After she had settled down, Anya bravely rolled the two until she was on top. She pushed until the whole tip of her finger was inside Tally's tight little ass, biting and sucking on her clit as she did so. She knew Tally was almost there. She was certainly more verbal than Anya.
"Oh fuck yeah! Fuck me with your tongue, you little slut. Fuck me hard! Stick your finger in my ass and lick my cunt! Oh yeah....eat me bitch! Oh fuck!!!" Tally pushed herself down hard on Anya, burying her finger in her ass as she came onto her face. The sticky liquid flowed out of Tally's hot little hole, dripping all over Anya's pretty face. Anya licked all she could off, loving the sweet taste of the girl who had collapsed on top of her.
She'd definitely have to do this again. Anya thought as the alcohol finally stole her into sleep.
The End.
A Small Town, A Perfect Girl
She had finally come to me, after dancing around each other for close to a month. From the start every fiber of my being wanted her. She was deliciously cute, 18, with braces that made her smile even more enticing than I would have thought possible. But it was those big green eyes, framed by the most sensuous red hair I have ever seen, that was going to get me in trouble. In a few short weeks she had become the subject of so many sexual fantasies that I had a hard time concentrating on my work. At times I would look over at her and I could swear that she was reading my thoughts. She would then give me a look that told me she was shocked at what I was thinking, but coupled with a smile that seemed to tell me that she would love to make my carnal dreams come true. Needless to say I was confused and hard most of the time. However, I had finished my job and everything was wrapped up and I would be leaving town the following day.
The knock on the hotel room door came a surprise as I knew that most of the crew were already down at the bar, enjoying a well deserved final party. When I opened the door there she was, wearing white tennis shoes over short frilly white socks, an incredibly short skirt, and topped off by a white blouse that transparent enough to see the tiger print bra beneath. She had made up her eyes with dark mascara that made me feel like I could, and would, fall hopelessly into them. When she began to talk I noticed that she had applied a lethal dose of lip gloss.
"Can I come in?" she coyly asked.
"Sure c'mon in, I was just getting ready to go down to the party." I tried to act as nonchalant as possible.
"I thought we might have our own little party." She smiled and planted a wonderfully wet kiss on my lips.
I could taste cherry? Or was it strawberry? I really didn't fucking matter at this point as I was enjoying the most tantalizing kiss of my life. I held her tight and kissed her right back. Her tongue and mine met, danced around each other and reluctantly parted.
"I've wanted to do that for so long." She looked up at me with such love.
"Well I'm so glad you did!" I smiled like an idiot. "So is all of this," I gestured at her outfit, "for me?"
"Of course it is! You know for a smart guy you're pretty stupid sometimes." She walked past me into the room.
"Are you sure about this? I mean I'm older and, well quite a bit more-"
"You can do anything ", was her quick response.
"What?" I was caught off guard.
"Look I've known for some time that you're the one."
"The one?"
"You are dense! The one for me. The one I want. The one I would be stupid to let get away." She stated all of this a simply a matter of fact.
I needed a moment to regain my composure in order to sort all of this out.
"Well let's start by having a drink. I was just about to have a little smoke. " I looked around for my lighter.
At least I would have some time to clear my head. The only problem was that she was right here, very close, looking like she'd been ripped from my dreams.
After pouring us a drink we both had a little smoke. I could not take my eyes off of her. She was so fucking sexy, so perfectly delightful that I began to imagine in detail, what I wanted to do with her.
"Penny for your thoughts," she looked quite amused.
"I think you know what they are, free of charge"
"You seem a bit preoccupied."
"Well you are one hell of a distraction."
"Good." She was obviously delighted.
I left it at that, thinking that if this was going to happen, and I knew it was, I was going to make this fucking perfect. As I took another puff I knew I would take this nice and slow. I was going to make this beautiful young goddess all mine. I wanted to look into those eyes when she exploded. I wanted her to know that I possessed her, that I could bring her to ecstasy over and over again. I wanted her to call out my name, giving voice to the intoxicating delirium. She would know how much she was loved.
As I she and I drank, all sorts of wild and lustful thoughts careened around my brain like breaking balls on a pool table. Sometimes I could have sworn she blushed and at other times I believe she smiled at my unspoken thoughts.
As I couldn't help myself I leaned over and kissed her again. As our tongues touched it felt like an electrical charge went through our bodies. We both responded with even more passionate kisses, the fruit flavor of her lips slowly diminished, replaced by the even more tempting sweetness of this sublime young woman.
"I want to taste you," more demand than appeal.
As she stood I lowered myself in supplication to the goddess of my dreams. I lifted her short skirt and noticed she was wearing Hello Kitty panties.
"Fucking perfect," I said.
"You like?" she smiled down at me.
In response I buried my face between her legs. My tongue licked hard on her soaked panties. Soaked! Her panties were fucking soaked! My cock throbbed in response to this discovery. I slowly pulled them down, and guided her back on the bed, her wet pussy right in front of my face. My hands began to softly caress her inner thighs while my tongue teasingly flicked her clit. I intended to drive her crazy, just like she had done to me over the past month. I would bring her right to the edge. Right to the edge and then I would hold her there. Each soft movement of my tongue brought a response from her. She began to moan and talk to me under her breath. Begging, pleading to make her cum. Long, slow, ice cream licks of her pussy were followed by delicate swirls around her clit. Each time I would bring her closer and closer to the edge.
She tasted so fucking good I had all I could do just to keep from exploding just from licking her. I had an overwhelming urge to whip out my cock and just jack off all over her as she writhed beneath me. Instead I concentrated on the most delicious pussy I had ever tasted. After close to an hour I decided to release her from her heavenly torment. My tongue traced one final circle around her clit, followed by an agonizingly slow long lick of her hot pussy. She moaned as she came. As I tasted her first drops I couldn't help but moan myself.
That must have sent her off because her body started to shudder and I was rewarded with a fucking gusher of a cum. My lips and chin were soaked with her and I was losing control. She continued to cum like she had never cum before in her life. There was so much it began to drip down between her cheeks.
I consider myself an expert when it comes to woman's asses. I guess you could say I was an ass man. She had one of those asses that just begged for a good fuck. From the very moment I saw that perfect ass I wanted to pump my thick cock between those scrumptious cheeks. I began lowering my long ice cream licks, bit by bit, hungry for her juices. When I finally touched her ass with the tip of my tongue she tenderly shook. I carefully spiralled my tongue around her ass in ever decreasing circles. Now she was moaning in a much deeper tone. I was releasing the sexual animal within her and I was thoroughly enjoying every moment of it. For close to half an hour I played with that magnificent ass. I reveled in my lust for her. I luxuriated in the power of my tongue, softly caressing her ass, to make her cum over and over.
"Fuck yes, Fuck yes!" Those words sounded beautiful to me. "Baby, I need to suck your cock. Please! I need your cock!" she said in between moans.
I stood up and undid my pants. My cock stood to full attention. "I want you to do exactly as I say baby. I want you to tease the living fuck outta my cock."
She nodded, never talking here eyes off of my throbbing shaft.
"Kiss it baby. Kiss the head and then I want you to get it all nice and wet." She eagerly complied, kissing, and then slowly licking my shaft, getting it nice and wet.
"That's fucking awesome baby. Now rub your clit while you blow me." I watched as she began to play with herself while softly teasing my cock. It was almost too much for me to take.
"Spit on it. I want to feel your spit dripping off of my balls." She spit on the head and then, with agonizing slowness, deep throated my cock. Spit and semen dripped out around her lips coating my balls. Like with everything else about her, it was fucking perfect. She was bringing herself to orgasm with her hand and was swallowing almost every inch of my shaft. Something had to blow. I could feel it building, imperceptibly and first but with growing intensity, inside her.
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