by Lily Love
“Hey there - “Amber said, trying to inch in a little bit of confidence.
“Hmm? Oh.” he turned around, catching a glimpse of Amber for the first time. “Hey. Do… I know you?” he asked.
“Nope. I’m Amber.” she responded.
“Nice to meet you, Amber.” he slyly offered up a hand shake… which she confidently declined.
“Come with me. I... Want to ask you something.” Amber said, thinking it sounded mysterious.
“Uh, hmm.” he looked at his wolf pack of friends. “Okay.” he reluctantly agreed.
Amber walked across the room, gesturing back towards him to follow her closely, and found an unoccupied nook-around-the-corner with two small, comfortable chairs near a fireplace. No one else was around. Perfect.
Amber sat down. “Sorry, it was kind of loud back there. I saw you and wanted to talk to you.”
“That’s okay. You wanted to talk to me?” he responded inquisitively.
Amber just looked at him for a moment. She wasn’t sure what to say, but wished her body could just silently and subtly do the talking for her.
“I…” she started, but lost her train of thought. Every sentence seemed to derail the conversation into I-want-to-sleep-with-you, which she wasn’t prepared to imply.
“I’m Ryan, by the way.” he volunteered.
Amber couldn’t believe she hadn’t even asked his name.
“OH! Fuck! I’m sorry, ha-ha. I’m being so impolite. I’m just a little flustered.” Amber quickly rattled off, and flustered she was, you could see it in her cheeks.
He smiled. She laughed, a little nervous.
No words were exchanged for the next fifteen seconds, but a pair of smiles, locked eyes, and the proximity of chairs to the fireplace set things in motion. It seemed to fall into place, clearly, that they were both attracted to one another. Amber felt relieved and newly confident.”
“This is weird, right?” Amber quipped.
“Kind of.” he responded. “I’m still here, though.”
“That you are.” Amber said. “Do you… work around here?” she added.
“Down the street, actually. Finance for a non-profit.” he responded.
Amber suddenly realized she was headed down the get-to-know-you, go-on-a-date path. She wasn’t quite ready for that yet. Remembering what she came here for, she summoned up some vigor and abruptly changed the topic.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Amber said.
She was inwardly shocked at her own impromptu bravado.
“What?!” he responded. This was the point of no return.
“I said… do you want to fuck me?” Amber said again.
“We just met, you know.” he countered.
“I know. Do you want to put your cock in my mouth?” Amber, bewildered by her own words, pressed him for an answer. A few more moments went by without an answer.
Amber reached out for his palm.
He didn’t back away. He let her grab his hand, and fingers immediately interlocked. Ryan immediately turned his head side to side to check for onlookers. Was this some kind of joke? A prank? He wasn’t sure what to make of it.
Ryan finally responded. “That’s one I haven’t heard before.” he let out a half-laugh.
“No catch.” she clarified. “I promise.”
Another moment of silence passed.
“Okay. Your place, or mine?” he tilted his head.
“Mine.” Amber nodded.
They both grinned, relieved.
15 minutes later, Amber fumbled for her keys outside her apartment door. She was horny and in a rush - a bad combination. Ryan waited patiently, letting out a kind laugh, “Having some trouble?” he teased her.
“Quiet, you!” Amber responded playfully.
Ryan decided to take things a step further and, while Amber tried to unlock the door, grabbed her around the waist, tickling her lightly.
“Noooo! The neighbors will hear!” Amber said, as she let out an adorable squeal in response to his playfulness.
“They’re not my neighbors” Ryan added.
“You’re bad.” Amber teased, seconds before Ryan slapped her on the ass with a big grin across his face.
Amber smiled and rolled her eyes.
Eventually, the door was unlocked, and the pair rushed straight towards the bedroom. Grabbing her outstretched hand as she ran, Ryan twirled her around, picked her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately. Amber melted in his muscular arms. She could spend eternity wrapped up in his forearms. Protected. Safe. Warm. Comforted.
But right now, she was horny as hell. Amber quickly started unbuttoning his pants and tore off his belt.
“I need you to fuck me. Hard, okay?” she commanded.
“That.” Ryan responded. “I can do.”
Amber grinned.
Ryan had boxer briefs on underneath his dark gray dress pants. His cock was bulging at the seams of his tight undergarments, barely able to hold its girth inside. Amber ran her hand against the fabric around it, and immediately felt wet with anticipation for what she was about to receive. This was incredible.
“Oh god. You’re rock hard already.” Amber told him.
“I know. It started when you grabbed my hand back at the bar.” Ryan clarified.
“That soon?” Amber questioned.
“Well… you did ask me to put my cock in your mouth” he responded.
“Oh yeah.” Amber responded and smiled, being coy. “About that…” she added as she lowered herself down to his manhood.
Slowly, Amber pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal her prize. She took her time. First, an inch… and then another… it started to become visible. She was incredibly wet. It took everything she had to resist the urge to put his mighty beast of a throbbing cock between her legs right now and just fuck him until they came together like rolling thunder.
But she was determined to savor the moment. As she pulled down the last remaining portion of his boxer briefs, revealing the full depth and breadth of his manhood, she took a moment to appreciate the work of art that lay before her. It was almost… beautiful. Is it possible for a penis to be beautiful? She certainly thought so.
Reaching her right hand around the side, she gently caressed his rock-hard pelvis before working her way down to his cock. She felt tingles as she made contact. Ryan’s cock reacted to her touch, twitching slightly, and getting harder and harder.
Amber was full of adrenaline, ready to take him inside of her, but decided to get him rock hard before letting the warmth between her legs out to play. To encourage him, she quickly unbuttoned her shirt and showed off some cleavage, a willing offering to the monument of his manhood.
Ryan took notice, of course, and grabbed hold of either side of Amber’s shirt, lifting it above her head. He skillfully unbuttoned her bra, which fell, sliding down her body like silk, revealing her ample breasts. His cock hardened, becoming fully erect in Amber’s hand, ready and willing to be inside of her. Ryan liked what he saw, and Amber was happy.
It was time. Amber, upon recognizing his cock was fully erect, grabbed firm hold of his cock and positioned it near her lips.
“Now… about what I said back at the bar.” she quipped.
Before he could clarify what she meant, Amber shoved his bulging cock in her mouth and wrapped her tongue underneath it, and sliding it in as far as she could comfortably fit. It was huge, but she was surprised at how much she could handle. She wanted more. “Ohhhhh-!” Ryan moaned in pleasure, clearly shocked - and delighted - with Amber’s mouth wrapped around his offering.
Her mouth full, Amber couldn’t talk, but didn’t need to - she could still get a message across. Shoving his cock further down her throat, she nearly reached the base, eager and willing. Ryan nearly melted against the wall - he was in heaven.
Inside her mouth, Ryan’s cock throbbed again and again, becoming harder and harder. Amber thought he was already fully erect, but she was wrong. It was massive, a solid seven inches, Amber thought
- about the maximum comfortable length, and especially thick. Amber was dripping wet with the possibility of having this massive beast inside of her.
After a minute or so, Ryan grabbed her by the shoulders, gesturing towards the other side of the room. Amber stood up, releasing his manhood from her warm, willing mouth. He grabbed her confidently, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. Amber gleefully laid back, wondering what would happen next.
Immediately, and without hesitation, Ryan stripped her down below the waist, panties and all. He couldn’t wait any longer. He plunged his mouth between her legs, his tongue ready and willing to pleasure her. Amber was in ecstasy. He moved his tongue left, right, up, down, every direction, finding the particular patterns that made Amber moan and moan and oh, god, MOAN. She was in heaven.
He found the right patterns and repeated them. He knew what he was doing, and he wasn’t afraid to be aggressive when he found something that worked well for her. Amber was already reaching a climax after just sixty seconds or so - it usually took her fifteen minutes - and she didn’t hold back. He moved his tongue up, down, up, up… up… up… pressure… hold… down… up… up… up... as Amber… became closer… and closer…
Amber gripped his hands, outstretched along her sides, with all her might as she reached climax with her clit pressed up against his tongue.
“Don’t stop! Oh my god DON’T STOP! OH God!” she screamed.
She squeezed her legs together, pinning his head between them, and to her surprise, he was more than willing to continue. In fact, after backing off for a few moments while she recovered from her climax, Ryan buried his face between her legs again and began to hunt for new motions and patterns to please her. It was his mission. Amber could barely keep up - this was incredible - but was more than willing to give herself to him fully.
“Oh god. I’m going to cum again! Fuck that feels good! Ryan, don’t stop!! Please! I need it!” Amber yelped
Almost begging for his tongue to stay pressed up against her clit, she moved her legs and pelvis against him, swirling around it in the most perfect motion she could imagine. He wasn’t going to stop.
Intertwined with his, she brought her legs closer together around his head. “Please! Oh god!” Amber screamed as she clenched her hands against him. She climaxed again - and again - against his willing tongue.
“I need you to fuck me. I need you inside of me. Please!”
Amber begged, short of breath from the multiple orgasms she had just received. She couldn’t wait any longer.
Ryan, ready and willing, stood up to his knees before her. She was worried after so much oral sex that maybe he’d lost his erection. Not the case. Rock hard, throbbing, and begging to be deep inside her, Ryan grabbed his cock and positioned it between her legs.
Teasing her slightly - because he could - Ryan rubbed his cock up and down Amber’s clit. She couldn’t take it anymore. As Amber reached to grab his cock and thrust it inside her, Ryan did it himself - he lowered his body over her, using his full weight to thrust deep inside her. Amber closed her eyes, arched her back, and was once again in heaven. He filled her up, made her complete, belonged inside of her - his grand monument to the goddess of pleasure flawlessly inside of her.
Ryan thrust, slowly at first, gaining speed, and with every movement Amber’s back arched slightly further back. She grabbed his muscular arms, flexing with every thrust, and held on tight. Ryan moved his head down by her neck, kissing lightly, in between and occasionally synchronized with his cock thrusting inside of her, which made her moan in pleasure. He knew what he was doing.
Nibbling on Amber’s neck quickly turned into light biting, just enough that it amplified the pleasure she felt from his cock deep inside her, but not hard or painful enough to take her mind off the pleasure she was receiving. He was careful never to break skin with his sensual gnawing at her neck and shoulder, intermittently moving up to give her a passionate kiss between thrusts.
Biting her lip, Amber wrapped her arms around his incredibly strong back and found herself lightly clawing and scratching at him in pleasure. Both of them were more than okay with this - they found the right balance between pain and pleasure to drive one another into the depths of madness, pleasure and lust.
Ryan’s thrusting was getting faster, and faster, and faster. “Don’t stop!” Amber shouted, trailing off the volume of her voice in the last syllables as she realized she was yelling - somewhat loudly - given the thin walls of the building. She bit her lip again, “I’m going to cum!”
Amber wrapped her arms around Ryan, who followed the rhythm of her orgasms flawlessly, thrusting harder, faster, harder, and faster as she reached climax, deep inside of her as she came all over his hard, throbbing cock, her fourth - or fifth? - Orgasm within the hour. He hadn’t even gotten off, yet. “Fuck.” she said, panting, in the brief time they had after she climaxed. “You’re incredible.” she complimented him. “Are you STILL hard?” she asked.
In response, rather than use his words, Ryan used his other means of proof. He thrust his cock deep inside of her, a physical answer to her question. “Fucking damn!” Amber shouted. Ryan flipped her over, now on her stomach, and shoved his cock between her legs again. Amber moaned, this new position providing for an even better angle of penetration, reaching places she had previously not thought possible. Ryan’s thrusting quickly intensified, there was no more time for patience.
Ryan buried himself deep inside of her. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her onto her side, one forearm crossed in front of her chest covering her perky, hard nipples. He reached his other arm down across her stomach and ended up between her legs, focusing her hand down to her clit. He rubbed in a circular motion, immediately sending Amber into a frenzy.
She could sometimes get off from intercourse itself - at least with him, anyway - but this was something else entirely. His forceful fingers circled and circled, rubbing up and down, left and right, finding the same patterns that drove her to climax multiple times before. Amber quickly reached climax once again, “Oh god oh god oh god, please more!” she moaned as his arms enveloped her.
Amber’s body tensed up as she reached climax, his cock buried between her legs, and his hand, adding pressure to her oh-so-sensitive clit. She came like rolling thunder. Seconds after her climax, Ryan pulled his throbbing, dripping cock out from between her legs and spread his seed across her stomach, pelvis, breasts, and chest.
Amber melted into his arms, and he held her tight.
She was happy.
The Copy Room
Kate looked in the mirror and sighed as she placed a single hair back into her tight meticulous bun. She pushed up her thick rimmed glasses and locked her dark blue sedan.
The Goodhills Northwest Paper Company has a strict dress code in the office. Women are required to wear skirts at least five inches below the knees. Blouses are to be fully buttoned. Necklines are to be covered properly and hair is to be kept up to avoid distraction. They wouldn’t want any wayward eyes getting the way of productivity.
Kate’s low heels clicked on the simple tile floor as she waved sweetly at the receptionist whose tight lips and square jaw made her look like a man in a bad blonde wig. Jan was known for her intense attitude and bitterness. The company had a bouncer, not a receptionist.
Jan looked a little shocked as Kate made her way to her sterile cubicle. She should be. Kate had never been one to turn heads, but she had gone all out this morning. Instead of her usual lack of makeup she wore a full palette with perfectly shaped brows and a bright pink lipstick. It made her look more like an office goddess than an administrator.
She was about to sit at her desk and begin clacking away at a menial report when John, her co-worker, walked right by where she was sitting. He took double take for a second and you could see a sly grin beginning to show his perfectly polished teeth. His blonde spiked hair and navy blue dress shirt rolled up past the elbows made him look like a male model with a cocky streak.
Kate’s
collar had been bothering her all morning. It was stiff and tight. It made her look like a nun. She unbuttoned it just for a second to let the air in. She half expected it to set off a siren in this pristine hell.
She got up to make copies and looked around at all the bitter faces that had showed up for work this morning. Everyone was tired and angry. They were being held up by the oppressive, stiff nature of this place.
She went into the copy room and shut the door as she began making her copies. The door swung open. John leaned on the door, his Adonis frame showcased by the fluorescent lights. He smiled and lingered behind her for a moment as she went about her business.
Kate unbuttoned her shirt just a bit more as she caught him eyeing her. John was staring now. He seemed almost ready to pounce. He sat down in the plastic chair next to the copier and watched as she undid her bun and let her brown hair fall just below her shoulders. He never expected her to do anything, so when she sat down in his lap, he was shocked.
Kate knew exactly what she was doing.
John couldn’t hold back any longer.
He ripped off her bra like it was paper. The door was still wide open. Anyone could walk in any moment. Kate began to unbutton his shirt and slid a hand down to his crotch, teasing playfully.
He moaned a bit like a beast growling. He put his hands up her skirt and started tracing his finger around her lips. She needed to feel him inside of her. He bit her nipples as he growled like a wildcat and she could feel herself preparing to erupt.
He grabbed her panties and ripped them off as he unzipped his fly and let his massive cock free from its cage. She grabbed it and went on her knees as he smiled into her eyes. She let it sit in the back of her throat for a bit as he moaned and cried.
The whole office could hear them.
She could feel him ready to explode so she stood up. John began to inch his fingers inside of her ever so slowly.
“You like that?” He asked softly as she stood over him.
