“I wanted to surprise you. But I see someone got here earlier,” she told Ian, glancing at the writhing woman on the table.
Edie heard a short murmur of “That’s right.”
The librarian had her hands on her pussy already. “I hate sharing.”
The other blonde turned her head to look at her. “Get in line,” and then to Ian, “Ah, baby, I’m so close! I need your cock!”
Ian grabbed Alice’ arm and pushed her roughly to where Dina was. “Eat her pussy!” he ordered her. And then, he whipped his large, throbbing cock out of his pants and let Dina suck on it.
“Harder, Dina,” he muttered, “Come on, you want this? Suck on it hard!”
And she did, opening her mouth and allowing the long length of him inside her mouth. Alice, on the other end of Dina’s body, was busy licking her clit and fucking her cunt with her fingers.
Edie, at the back of the room, looked helplessly on. Her whole body was tingling in desire. But she didn’t know how to deal with these jumbled nerves. When she turned her gaze to Ian, she saw that he was staring at her, willing her to look just at him.
And she did. Even as he came, when his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, he tried to keep his gaze on her.
“Ladies, you’ve tired me out.” he told them, putting his still-hard penis back inside his pants.
One was protesting, the other continued to seduce him, but he was quite firm on his decision.
“Fine,” Dina the short-haired blonde said with an overdone pout. “I’ll get in touch tomorrow, then.”
“But it’s my turn!” Alice the librarian complained.
“Ladies, please,” Ian cut in and they shut up. He waited until they have wiped themselves, worn their clothes and fixed their hair before he led the both of them to the door. Alice threw her arms around him though and plastered her lips to his before she turned and left.
***
The desire and sexual excitement she felt earlier was now tinged with jealousy. Actually, the more accurate term is ‘replaced’ by it. It gnawed at her as she walked to the door.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, grabbing her arm a bit roughly. When she flinched at the pain, he eased off her arm a bit, but still had his hands around her.
“Isn’t it obvious?” she snapped, pulling away from him. She glanced at the wall clock above the white board. “Sarah and Pete are waiting for me.”
Ian just followed her out of the building and into the parking lot. He was sure that she was wholly pissed because of what she saw but at one point in time, he saw her eyes filled with desire when one of the blondes was sucking his dick.
When he saw that they were going to pass by his black Ford Mustang, he immediately took out his electronic keys and unlocked the doors. He then grabbed Edie around her waist and pushed her inside the passenger side.
“Where are you taking me?!” she asked him after a few seconds.
“My place.” he answered instantaneously. “I’m going to fuck you the whole afternoon, Edie, and then tonight. And maybe, I won’t let you go home. You’ll stay in my bed until tomorrow.”
She swallowed at that vow, unable to say anything else. She just stared at the quickly changing scene outside and, at her periphery, saw him drive like a devil through the traffic. Edie was surprised when they reached a nice, stone and wooden cottage surrounded by a beautiful, flower-filled garden.
“Your home is beautiful.” she said, truly surprised with what she saw.
“It’s not mine,” he said, literally dragging her from the garden, inside, up the steps and into one of the rooms. “It’s an inn.”
He shed his clothes in less than a minute. She stared at the well sculpted and ultra-lean muscles which bunched along his abdomen, chest, and shoulders. His thick and long cock jutted up, almost touching his navel. It drew another breathless gasp from her, her hand going up her throat in a protective gesture.
Ian slowly stalked towards her. The primary reaction should have been run away, jump out of the window even. But he was just so handsome and intoxicating, she was rooted on the spot, just looking and waiting for him to ravish her.
And ravish her he did.
Ian’s mouth swooped down on hers, claiming her lips in the most torrid of kisses. That was something very different from the stolen pecks or soft kisses that Pete and other guys gave her. This consumed her, burned her soul from the core.
And then Edie felt his hands slowly peel her clothes off from her body. Every bare part he touched – the crook of her neck, her clavicle, her shoulders and arms – gave sensual tingles all over her skin which pooled in her breasts and in the juncture of her thighs.
He was oh-so patient with her, considering that his penis was insistently twitching against her stomach. When he laid her on the couch, he was gentle. And he apologized for it, even.
“God, Edie, I can’t walk to the bed anymore.” he said as he skimmed soft and wet kisses over her neck. “I want to take you hard and fast but I don’t want to hurt you.”
Despite her lack of experience in this field, the facts of the sexual act were not unknown to her. There was fear, true, but she also wanted the pleasure he was dangling in front of her.
“I don’t care, Ian,” she whispered against him, her body thrusting up instinctively, wanting and needing his warmth and hardness. “I want you. I want you…” And it was a chant which stoked his passion even more.
His hands went straight to find the small nub which was the center of her desire. He started rubbing her clit, making her thrash underneath him. And then he slowly eased a finger inside her.
“Ah, fuck!” he exclaimed, a bit pained, “You are so tight!”
He inserted another finger, going in and out, milking her so she was completely wet and damp. His tongue darted insider her mouth, finding hers and curling around it. At first, she was shy – not knowing what to do. And then she replicated what he was doing, making him groan low in his throat.
“You kiss good, baby” he said, one of his hands going to her heavily sensitized breasts.
“You’re pretty good teaching me,” she answered back tartly.
It must have been the dark glint which passed his eyes and the flush creeping in his cheek which told her that he was going in.
Ian was poised over her, his slow breathing turning into a pant, when he took hold of his large cock and touched it to her wet opening.
She looked down and panicked at what she saw. “Oh my god! You’re not going to fit.” she said, totally flustered. “I should just put you in my mouth, Ian,”
“Damn, Edie, you’re making me harder!” And she saw that his member grew a bit larger.
“Ian, it’s not-”
“Shh…” he shushed her before his mouth captured hers, mating with hers.
When she moaned in delight, he slid the head of his penis in her slick passage. That elicited a small moan from her. He eased the rest of his shaft into her gradually, inch by inch. But he couldn’t help but plunge deep into her when her vagina was so tight around him.
Her scream was muffled by his mouth. Ian stilled for a second, letting her vagina get used to the thickness inside her, before he moved again.
At first, it was slow. Every time he withdrew from her, a sigh would come out of her lips. Every time he’d ease his cock in, she would gasp. And then he sped up. She was already screaming in the middle of it all.
“Oh my, Ian,” the small moans were gradually turning into louder screams. “Oh my, Ian, oh no, no, Ian, Ian!!!”
He grinned at her response. But there was some sheen of perspiration on his forehead already. He knew he was going to come already. Ian loved the heat surrounding his cock. He liked the way her vaginal muscles squeezed him, almost suffocating his penis. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come inside her.
And then the constriction intensified. She was coming. Her head pushed itself back against the pillow, her eyes shut, her mouth twisted in both pain and pleasure. And she came.
And he followed. That felt so fucking good, although it would have been better if he came inside her. But they both didn’t need complications right now.
After the amazing climax, Ian carried her to the bed and laid her down carefully. He tucked her against him, spooned her back while he fondled the underside of her breast. He knew that if his fingers brushed against her nipples, she’d be terribly wet once more.
“Baby,” he murmured, shaking her awake when he saw that her eyes were half-closed in fatigue.
“Hmm?,” came her response.
“That was too amazing. I can’t move.” he said.
“So don’t,” was her answer, a smile evident in her voice.
“I need five minutes.” he said. “Unfortunately, your friend here doesn’t agree,” he added, glancing at the indefatigable cock, still hard, long and twitching.
She giggled, raising herself up on her elbow as she ran her fingers on his hardness. “Well, all you need to do is lie back, right?”
Ian’s eyes twinkled, mischief and sensual promise lighting its depths. “Sure,”
“So lie back and relax.” Edie whispered, crawling to the bottom of the bed, raining kisses on his thighs and up his crotch. “This will take more than five minutes…”
Sexy Me
I love wearing my sexy little things to the office----not for anyone to see though. I just have this thing about wearing sexy lacy undergarments as my own naughty little secret to help me take away the stress of being in the corporate world. For today, I have chosen bright red lingerie to wear under my black and white wrap dress. There’s something about wearing something decent on the outside and knowing that you have something sort of devilish inside. Along with my black stiletto heels and a trail of Tom Ford’s Black Orchid that I leave behind as I walk, it adds an extra oomph to my every step.
I started in the corporate world at 18 and I am the youngest among the board of directors. The guys in the company hate me for it, I know. Everyday is a power struggle for me, as they think I am a lamb in a den of foxes. At least that’s what they think. But as the daughter of Mr. Larry Smith, and the only heiress to Smiths Ltd., I was raised as a male. Unfortunately for them, what they have to play with is a young female boss with a male mind. For me, I get the thrills having to outwit men at what they do best. It feels great that my gender is their thumbscrew. As I walked towards the elevator, the board meeting I’d be having with them is all I can think about.
I walked inside my office and lighted some pine scented candles. Before I can even sit on my chair, my secretary buzzed. “Miss Smith, Mr. Cavallier would like to see you.”
I sighed. Ross Cavallier is probably the most devilish man in the company and is my dad’s most trusted confidant. He’s about a year or two older than me but his contributions are immense. He often visited my father while I was still at the University. Sometimes I’d bump onto him, sometimes we’d exchange greetings but that’s it. There were days when I fancied that he could be my type---since he’s the rugged mysterious kind of guy. However, given the list of the women he’s rumoured to have taken to bed with, my father gave me good advice to stay out of his line of vision as much as I could. “Send him in.”
He walked confidently and sat on one of the chairs and faced me. “How have you been, Val?”
“Great. And you?” I asked, looking at him, trying to find clues as to what he wants. He placed a Manila envelope in front of me. “Open it. I would bet your father will not be pleased when he sees that.”
I glanced at the envelope casually, not really too interested to see what’s inside. Seeing my disinterest, he quickly took back the envelope and tossed Polaroid copies on my desk. I gasped. “How did you, how did you get this?”
“It doesn’t matter how I got them. What matters is what your father will say if he finds out. Why him, Val? He’s the son of your father’s arch nemesis. Why don’t you date someone else?”
“How dare you speak to me like that? Look, you have no right to interfere with my personal life. You can tell whoever took these shots to go to hell. I can sue you for these.” I gripped the arm rest of my chair and glared at him.
“Look, Val. I mean well. I don’t think your father will like it very much if he sees these. Hell, he can disown you for this whole thing. If you want to stay right where you are, I suggest you end it cleanly with Scott before your father finds out. If I am not mistaken, you just met him.”
“Wow. You’ve been spying on me all along? Just for the sake of argument. What if I don’t want to?” I stood up then, feeling more confident than what was necessary. I walked behind his chair and rested my hands on his shoulders. “Is there any way we can keep this whole thing a secret without shooing Scott?”
“I’m not following you, Val.” My hands went on to his chest now. “Or what if I decide to not see Scott again on one condition?” I tightened my hold on his chest now. “What’s that?”
“Fuck me. Right here, right now.” In all honesty, I was toying with him. I know from experience that most guys in the office would have run like hell afterwards. Apparently, I misjudged the man in front of me. Without wasting a second, he scooped me onto his lap and locked his eyes on mine.
“You know I hate games, Valerie. You better deliver.”
I was tempted to laugh but he pinned me with his eyes. “Scouts’ honor.”
He looked deep into my eyes, his expression unreadable. My arms went automatically around his neck. Yes. This is one of the games I do play. But this time I intend to enjoy it. I closed my eyes as his lips found mine. I sighed and almost kicked myself in the butt for feeling this way. I really have the hots for him. Within seconds, all thoughts of Scott vanished. My lips parted in anticipation and I was not disappointed. Ross tastes even better than he looks and I simply cannot get enough. His lips were soft but his tongue goes wild in my mouth. It took every ounce of my will power to resist returning his kisses. He must have felt me wandering and gave me a light spank. I nodded absentmindedly and went back to action. I felt right at home on his lap and as I move gently, I can feel something hard almost poking at me. Did he read my mind? I wonder.
His hand found my waist and lightly caressed me there as he undid the knot of my wrap dress. He took a deep breath as his eyes travelled on my bra clad breasts all the way down my navel. I raised one of my eyebrows as a challenge. He licked my neck in response and squeezed my breasts sensually. Deep down there, I started feeling so wet. I cannot believe that I am so aroused. I shifted my hips and pushed his head on my chest. His hair tickled my full flesh as he breathed me in and tossed my dress on the floor. He supported my back with his hands as I bent down to give him more access. His mouth fastened on one nipple and sent me over the edge of ecstasy. I moaned as the budding nipple made love with his tongue and got warmed inside his mouth. He did the same with the other nipple and I grabbed his head as he licked it even more sensually than before.
He motioned me to stand up and I reluctantly followed his command. I stood in front on him, only covered by my red thong. I stood proudly and looked him straight in the eye. I’m not about to back down now. He remained on his chair and held me on the waist as his eyes went on the front of my underwear. I was still covered by I can practically feel him stimulate my pussy. He knelt down so that his face was the same level as my pelvis. He pushed me against his face, his nose rubbing the front of the silk fabric. I moaned deeply as his tongue started licking me through it, while his hands travelled along my legs. I felt extremely sexual as he caressed my legs up and down. His tongue was gentle yet persistent and it feels to me that his saliva is already mingling with my own juices, making me feel hotter. I moaned as his motion became rapid and even more stimulating. I could have died then from too much ecstasy. Then, as if it’s not yet too much, he held the leg band of my thong with his forefinger to allow his tongue to taste me further. I moaned as his tongue kissed my wet pussy for real. I surrendered to him, no longer thinking this is a game. I want him so badly and
I want him now. “Fuck me Ross...”
“Not yet.” With one flick of his hand, my thong went down to my knees and now he tastes me without any barrier. I called out his name so many times as his warm tongue flicked my pussy. I felt my juices coming even heavier now and my muscles tensed in anticipation. He rubbed his face around my cunt, filling his face with juices----my juices. He lay me down on the table, my legs spread wide. He undid his pants and soon, I felt his rod kissing my thighs. I have never wanted him more. He entered me sexily and my legs wrapped around his waist, his entire length filling me. It was then that I knew that from now on, there’ll be no more Scott.
Eva’s First Man
Eva has always been a lesbian in her mind, ever since she first saw Belen naked in the locker room during high school.
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