"Please!" I begged.
I needed release so badly. The white hot need was so intense I could think of nothing but sweet release, one I was sure would send me right into a coma. He chuckled as he led me to the couch just a few feet behind him. He kissed me once more then turned around and sat down.
"Take what you want my little slut, show me your gratitude and I'll give you what you want so badly. As many times as you can take it," he said, his voice thick with pent up desire. I dropped to my knees, sliding up between his open legs.
My hands went to his pants, undoing them. He didn't move to help, just watched me. I reached in and grasped his cock; it was thick, swollen and so hot in my hand. I freed his cock from his pants, pulling his boxers down just shy of his balls. He groaned loudly as I began to stroke him, his eyes never leaving mine.
First I pumped slowly, squeezing just a bit, my thumb tracing slow circles over his head each time I came close to it. His hips pumped into my hands urging me on. I continued to pump his shaft, squeezing harder, my other hand rubbing his balls gently. He made no move to touch me, just watched and enjoyed.
"Unbutton your shirt, show me those tits," he commanded. I stopped rubbing his balls long enough to undo my buttons and undo the front of my bra, letting my tits out. His eyes got big, heavy lidded and dark. "Play with your tits while you stroke me" he commanded again.
I reached up and held one tit, rubbing it in my hand as my other hand pumped his cock faster. He began to fuck against my hand, otherwise he just watched me. I pinched my nipple, rolling it in my fingers, then leaned down and flicked my tongue across it.
"Oh yes, do that again, with the other one," he said, toying with his own balls. I did the same to my other tit, getting it nice and wet. "Hold your tits together. I want to put my cock between them," he urged. I did as he asked.
He slid his cock between them and began to pump quickly. "Ohh god yes... such sweet tits." He rubbed and pinched and fucked them. Then he stopped for a moment.
"Take your shirt and skirt off and come here," he announced. I did, coming closer to him. I lowered myself onto his lap, his bare cock right in front of me. "Kiss me and stroke me. I want to cum all over that pretty hand, with that pussy right there near me," he said.
I leaned in and kissed him, our mouths sucking on each other as I stroked him furiously. My pussy was inches away from his cock, how easy it would be to move up and slide down on him. But I couldn’t risk him ending this without my satisfaction.
He put his hand behind my head and pulled me close, holding my head still as we kissed. His other hand spanked my ass as he fucked up into my hands. It almost looked as if we were fucking, nearly felt like it too.
Then he groaned loudly into my mouth..."ohhhyeeaaah, that’s it my little slut, drain my cock all over you," he moaned out, his thick hot cum shooting out all over my hand and lap.
He pulled me even closer and kissed me again. "Grab me a warm wash cloth," he requested. I looked at him as if he was kidding. "Please?" he asked with a smile. I obliged, using it to clean the cum from both of us. He pulled me back down on him and kissed me deep and quick.
Then he said, "Stand up." I stood, watching him. "Take your bra and panties off,” he commanded. I did. "I want to see how much you can take. Stand on the couch with your pussy in front of my face." I felt a bit nervous, him being mostly clothed and me completely naked. But I wanted it so badly I didn’t argue.
I positioned myself so that my pussy was in front of his mouth. He kissed up my thighs, his mouth getting dangerously close to where he said his mouth would not go. I moaned, aching for him to just push his face into me and make me cum, but he didn’t.
Then he licked slowly up each thigh, "god your pussy smells delicious. I wish I could taste you. Suck all that sweet juice from you," he suggested.
I shivered, begging quietly for him to do just that. "No no my little slut, no oral for you," he teased, blowing his hot breath over my pussy. I practically dripped on him. Then he took his hand and palmed my cunt, rubbing it. Fuck, it felt good. "Like that?" he asked. I moaned my agreement. He took two thick fingers and held them just below my pussy.
"Put your pussy on my fingers," he commanded. I immediately sank my cunt onto his fingers, feeling them penetrate me deeply. I groaned loudly with each thrust. "That's it little slut, fuck my hand." he said offering up a third finger to my hungry pussy. "Good girl, get my fingers all nice and wet," he teased.
Then he pulled them from me and stuck them in his mouth, sucking on them, licking them clean. I nearly fell off the couch watching him enjoy them as if they were covered in sweet cream. I swallowed hard, dying for more.
"Would you like to cum little slut?" he asked. I could only nod. "lie across my lap and spread your legs," he urged. I did it, offering up my bare ass to him. He landed a hard blow on my ass, spanking me hard. It stung but I loved it. Then he spanked my other cheek.
I spread wider, begging for more. "Oh you want your pussy spanked?" he asked. I nodded. He pried me legs wider, pulling my ass up, landing a smack from underneath me, right against my wet pussy. I cried out. "More?" he asked. "YES!" I shouted. He slapped my pussy again and again until I came, crying out like a whore.
I collapsed onto his lap, not nearly spent but shuddering from the first release. "Oh no, you're not done yet. You've been begging for this for so long. You're going to get it until you cannot cum anymore. I don't want to hear you saying you want more for a while.
"Got that?" he teased, pulling me up for a kiss. He sunk his tongue deep into my mouth, he tasted of pussy. I loved it. It made me want more. I wished so bad that he'd just fuck me but I'd take what I could get, for now.
He lowered me onto his lap again, this time straddling him. He pulled his shirt off, smashing my tits up against his chest and gave me another gone melting kiss, tongues and all. He ran his hands down my back, clutching my ass and rubbing his cock against my stomach. I groaned at the contact.
His hand made its way between us, shoving his pants off, boxers too. We were both naked now. "I wish..." I said, leaving the sentence purposely unfinished. "I know," was all he said. He held me close, his hand coming back between us, brushing against my pussy, teasing it back to life. His fingers delved between my lips, caressing my clit tortuously.
The pad of his thumb moved up and down over it as the rest of his fingers found the source of my wetness, sliding into it in one firm thrust. He was slow and methodical this time. He sank his fingers deep into me, inching his fingers up towards my g-spot, gently tapping then rubbing lazy soft circles on my clit. He kept this up as we stared into each other’s eyes.
I felt his other hand move from my ass to my hand, grasping it and putting it on his cock. I took him in hand and began to stroke, as slowly as he was fingering me. Our eyes locked, hands moving and the pleasure building. I felt the orgasm build and break, long and slow. I came undone right there with him watching me, my mouth open, moans escaping, pussy gushing all over us.
He held on longer, not cumming yet. He left his fingers inside me while my muscles spasmed around them. A slow smile spread across his face. I smiled back, shyly. What was I doing? Here I sat naked, cumming for the second time, his cock still in my hand. What in the world did I have to be shy about? I shook my head and laughed.
His fingers slid out of me. He offered them up to me. I sucked them off thoroughly then kissed him so we both could taste me again. His thick cock was still throbbing in my hand. I began to stroke it again. His voice, raspy and thick, he said "Fuck, I just want to throw you down and give you the fuck of your life," he groaned.
I whimpered quietly pleading. With that he picked me up and threw me down on my back. He buried his face between my tits, rubbing them all over his face. He sucked one nipple, then the next, hard. He pinched and rolled the other with his hand. He moved up higher. I could feel his cock against my thigh.
I wiggled closer, trying to feel it against my aching pussy. He pretended not to notice, but I knew he
did. He slid farther up my body, hovering his cock over my tits. I watched him take it in hand and stroke it. He stroked fast and hard, aiming it at my tits, soaking me with his cum. I felt the hot liquid hit my skin and slither down between them like a hot snake.
He groaned my name under his breath as he finished. It was my turn for the warm wash cloth this time. He took his time cleaning me, yet still teasing me with the cloth. I felt so good, so used but in the best way possible.
"Need more my little slut?" he asked, slipping his hand between my legs. I whimpered in agreement. "How many more times can I make that pussy cum?" he said, slipping fingers into me once more. “That's three times so far.”
He grinned, standing up and going into the kitchen. He came back with a very large cucumber in his hand. My eyes grew wide. I knew what he meant to do with it and I was both excited and scared.
"Get on your knees little slut, show me your ass," he commanded. I obeyed, turning sideways on the couch, lying over the arm of the couch. My ass and pussy completely exposed to him and his huge cucumber.
"This cucumber is going to go where I cannot," he said, rubbing it against my still wet slit. He got behind me as if he was going to fuck me, holding the cucumber steady. He slid it in. "Ohhhhgawddd" I groaned at its massive invasion.
"That’s it my little slut, take the big faux cock into your pussy, open wide for it," he coaxed. I moved back against it, loving how full and tight it felt inside me. He began to fuck me with it and not gently. "Come on, show me how you fuck," he urged. I fucked it as fast and as hard as I could.
My cunt ached with need and from its size but it felt so fucking good. I felt his fingers find my clit, pinching and rubbing it as he fucked me. "Fuck this like it’s my cock. Cum on this fucking cock my sweet little slut," he said as he rammed it into me, twisting it around then pulling it back out.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. I screamed "fuuuuckkkkk me harder. I’m cummingggg!" as I covered that cucumber. He gave me a minute or two then stopped fucking me.
He pulled it out but before he took it back to the kitchen I knelt in front of him and took it in my mouth. I sucked it like the cock I wish it was. The slurping and sucking made his eyes glaze over with lust. I could practically see the drool forming at the corners of his mouth. I gagged that cucumber down again and again.
He pulled it from my mouth, tossed it on the floor and pulled my face to his, kissing me hard, sucking the pussy juices off my tongue. He groaned like a dying man.
"Fuck woman, you're going to be the death of me," he growled. I smiled, feeling the same thing. This pure unadulterated lust that we have didn't seem to have an end. Satisfaction was achieved for now but how long it would last or how long we could hold out was anyone’s guess.
“Now, it’s time for you to go before I break all the rules and fuck the holy living shit out of you,” he growled pointing to the door. He helped me gather up my clothing, smacking me on my bare ass once more.
“Let’s see how long you can go before you’re pestering me for more. I’m betting it won’t be long,” he stated.
I knew it wouldn’t. If I was being honest, I wanted more now. But I didn't want to push it. He was known for leaving women unsatisfied just to assert his control.
I didn’t want to tempt fate so I dressed quickly and smiled at him as I shut the door behind me. I promised myself I would go as long as I could before begging for more but the next time he got me naked I was bound and determined to feel that thick Sicilian cock inside every orifice that I have.
I wanted it all and I would have it, one way or another.
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Bringing Out the Best
by
Diana Vega
Dorothy knew she was beautiful in the same way that she knew that she was clever. It had always been so and she didn’t need to be reminded. This air of confidence and assuredness often brought out the worst in everyone she encountered. She was used to this. It had been a constant and she found it much easier to simply isolate herself and have some peace rather than meet the men who would ogle her and assume that she was stupid or have to endure the sharp looks other women gave her. It was as if she was to be punished for genetic gifts.
After many failed attempts at working with the public, she found the perfect job. She was an IT specialist for a large company. She spent most of her day in her office in the basement, monitoring the network and solving problems for the company mostly via phone.
The extra chilly temperature in her office made it possible for her to hide her curves beneath bulky sweaters and trousers. Other women rarely found their way down to the server room so there was no problem there.
Today was the perfect example of why she wanted to avoid people. On her way out of her apartment she ran into her landlord. Just looking at him made her feel soiled and greasy. He had once showed up to answer a maintenance call she had requested and she was wearing her workout clothes. His eyes had walked all over her in her tight spandex gear and he had actually licked his lips as he talked to her. She had tried to avoid him ever since.
As she walked past him, grateful for her slightly baggy trousers, he made a lewd comment about her not needing to cover anything up. She went to work wondering what it was about balding, yet hairy, men that made them think that veiled compliments would make her strip off her clothes and submit to their sloppy kisses.
Before she could even sit down and wrap her work cardigan around herself, she heard a ping on her computer. At the same time, her pager began to vibrate and her Blackberry lit up. Unless the building was on fire, she knew that something major was about to happen.
With practiced ease she looked at each screen. The Big Boss of the company was on the premises today. She was not alarmed at all about this. She had never met him in person but was very familiar with his reputation as an overbearing, over-involved boss. She popped open the company’s web page to check out his picture.
She was surprised to see that he was younger than she expected. He had a very handsome, strong face and definitely looked like the kind of mind who demanded and received respect and immediate results.
She pulled herself away from the page and began to check her email. As she was handling all of the crises that had occurred overnight, most of them caused by people ignoring the notices to shut down their computers at the end of the day so the network could reboot, the intercom on the office phone buzzed.
She was startled; no one every contacted her on an actual phone. She wasn’t quite sure how to answer it, but she figured it out. She didn’t recognize the voice on the other end.
“Dottie.. . . I need you up on 25. This was clearly someone who didn’t know her. No one EVER called her Dottie; in fact, she had never even met a Dorothy who was called Dottie. But the call was for the 25th floor and she knew that the big guy was around, so she gave it the benefit of the doubt.
She sighed as she shrugged off her cardigan and tossed her bag over her shoulder. She didn’t know what was needed, so she took what she called her bag of tricks. If this was a huge problem, she would be there for a while.
She climbed into the elevator securing her hair even more tightly in its ponytail. She had never been summoned to this floor so she didn’t know what to expect.
The door opened directly into the office. The room was open plan with a huge desk in the center of the room. There was a huge HD monitor on the desk and a lap top open on the edge. She took about four steps in and didn’t see anyone. She was about to head back towards the elevator when he stopped her.
“You must be Dottie.”
Without thinking she said, “No, I must be Dorothy.”
“I apologize.”
The smirk on his face said that he wasn’t in the least bit sorry, but was going through the motions. His eyes were a chi
lly ice blue and he managed to look business like and sardonic at the same time.
She met his gaze and took a quick inventory of his appearance. His picture had not done him justice. He was tall and strongly built. His blue eyes were set off by a full head of dark gold hair. He had a strong chin and a dimple peeked in on his cheek as he smirked at her. She realized she was staring and she looked away.
“You had a network question?”
He walked around her, his eyes walking up and down her body. She shivered even though it wasn’t nearly as cool in this office as it was in hers.
“Tell me Dorothy, how long have you worked here?”
Was she going to get fired for looking at the boss? Seriously?
“Five years this June.”
“I’m surprised we haven’t met before.”
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