Cupping her hand, Carla squeezed his erection, soliciting an animalistic moan from her soon-to-be-lover. He pulled away from their kiss and gently pushed her back, shuffling off the desk as he did so. Grabbing her hips again, he turned them both around so Carla’s back was to the desk, and lifted her effortlessly onto it. Then he kissed her again, taking his turn to tangle his fingers in her long brunette hair.
Sam began to pepper her throat and décolletage with kisses, sliding the shoulder straps of her dress down to bare her shoulders. As her arousal grew, Carla considered the fact that if she didn’t do something about it, her pussy juices were going to soak straight through her knickers and leave an embarrassing wet patch on her dress. She reached down and grabbed the hem with one hand, propping her weight on the other in order to lift herself and pull the dress up. Sam stopped what he was doing, then followed her lead, sliding his hands up her thighs, catching the bottom of the dress and stroking the sides of her body as he removed it.
Momentarily stunned by the sight before him, Sam simply stared. Carla was wearing navy blue panties to match her dress, and no bra. The colour of the scant underwear accentuated the paleness of her skin, and made her rosy pink nipples stand out all the more.
Carla’s pussy seeped yet more juices as she saw the way he was looking at her. His eyes were hooded, his lips swollen and pink from their assault on hers. He looked like a starving man at a banquet. She wanted him badly, uniform or no uniform. He clearly felt the same about her as he continued to gaze at her whilst tugging at the knot on his bow tie. He undid it, leaving the sides hanging down, just as she’d envisioned in her daydream. She beckoned to him.
Once he was close enough, she pressed her hands against his chest, then began popping open the buttons of his shirt. Carla felt like she was unwrapping a present. A delicious present. She undid the buttons only to the top of his waistcoat, then pulled the sides of his shirt apart to reveal her prize. Jackpot. The guy was sculpted to perfection. He wasn’t so bulky that he looked like a body builder, but he was muscular enough that it almost made her mouth water. Her pussy had no such qualms, continuing to trickle its appreciation onto her underwear. Feeling playful, Carla slid her hands to Sam’s nipples, and pinched.
This was clearly a huge turn-on, as Sam’s eyes narrowed into slits and he pushed her down on the desk, covering her with his huge form, careful to rest his weight on his hands so as not to crush her. Feeling his bulk on top of her, and his cock pressing into her thigh, Carla was horny as hell. She just wanted to feel his cock inside her. Reaching around, Carla cupped his ass in her hands, delighting that it was - perhaps predictably - as firm as the rest of him. She pulled him harder onto her, which made the edge of the desk dig into the backs of her thighs - but she didn’t care.
He kissed her lips briefly, before travelling down her neck and heading for her left breast. His hand cupped her other one, tweaking the nipple as he took its twin into his mouth. He applied just the right amount of pressure, hard enough to feel good, but not so hard it hurt. Alternating between her breasts, his hair tickled her skin, making her shudder beneath his touch. He looked up to check she was OK, and noting her flushed skin and blissed-out expression, he carried on. Before long, he headed off towards his next target.
Brushing his hands across her teased and tormented breasts, he continued south, scraping his fingernails lightly across her stomach and settling his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties. Shortly, the navy blue French knickers had been slipped down her thighs, past her ankles and discarded. He stroked the neatly trimmed triangle of hair at the juncture of her thighs, then pushed her legs apart.
Carla blushed a little, knowing Sam must be able to see and smell her arousal. But he soon put her mind at rest by exclaiming, “Fuck me, you’re wet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
With that, he dropped to his knees on the fortunately-carpeted floor, and buried his head between Carla’s thighs. She thought she’d died and gone to heaven. He pushed her thighs open wider, giving him better access to her pussy, and began teasing her with his tongue. He licked and nibbled at her pussy lips, flicked his tongue across her opening, darting in every now and again, then kissed the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Then he did it all over again. Not once did he touch her clit.
After a while, Carla was so desperate to come that she gripped Sam’s hair in her fingers and pulled his head so as to position it just where she wanted it. He took the hint, and sucked her aching clit into his mouth as he had her nipples. What she hadn’t expected was for him to slide a long finger into her pussy, coating it in her ample juices, then stroke it across her tight asshole before pushing it in. He slid it home, before resuming his ministrations on her clit.
Before long, Carla felt her long-awaited orgasm start to build. It was helped along as Sam started to gently move his finger in her ass. Gripping his hair so tightly her knuckles went white, Carla felt the familiar tingling sensation in her abdomen, followed swiftly by the immense feeling of release and the contractions of her orgasm. She moaned as quietly as possible, mindful that anyone could pass the door and hear her. Her pussy grasped at nothing, but the twitching of her tight rear hole gripped Sam’s finger tightly, causing him to moan. The extra sensation against her now-sensitive clit caused her to elicit a small involuntary scream, and she pulled his head away from her, panting.
He looked up at her, his swollen lips now covered in her juices. Withdrawing his finger from her ass, he stood up. Leaning over to place a gentle kiss on her lips, he asked, “Do you have a condom?”
Nodding, Carla pointed languidly at the clutch bag on the floor, where it had been dropped not long after their tryst began. Sam picked it up and handed it to her, obviously not comfortable with going into a lady’s bag. Grinning at the irony - he’d eat her pussy but not go into her handbag - Carla popped open the clip of her bag, dug her fingers into the inside pocket and pulled out a Durex. She gripped the packet carefully between her teeth, discarded the bag once more, and gestured Sam closer.
He didn’t need telling twice. Carla made short work of undoing the button and zip of his fly, and thanked her lucky stars once more as she noted he was wearing tight white boxer shorts - her favourite. Too bad that she wasn’t going to be able to look at him in them for long. She pulled down his trousers and underwear in one go, letting them fall to his ankles. Unfortunately his shirt had obscured her view of his crown jewels, so she revised her original plan to leave the top half of his outfit where it was. She quickly unbuttoned his waistcoat and the remaining buttons of his shirt. Before he could shuck them off, she reached for his cock.
Grinning, Carla stroked the velvety warmth beneath her fingers. She’d been correct - it was absolutely in proportion to his large frame, and she couldn’t wait to feel it sliding inside her. Her fingers barely met her thumb around the circumference of his shaft. Gripping more tightly, she teased Sam’s cock and squeezed until she saw pre-come seeping from the tiny hole at its tip. With her other hand, she stroked her palm across the shiny purple head, spreading his arousal across his sensitive skin. He bucked beneath her hands, clearly as eager to fuck her as she was to be fucked.
Removing her hands, Carla retrieved the condom packet from between her teeth. She chuckled as Sam quickly replaced her hand with his own, slowly masturbating himself as he waited for her. Carefully ripping open the foil, she threw it onto the desk and prepared to roll the rubber onto Sam’s impressive erection. He moved his hand away as quickly as he’d put it there, desperate to have her touch him again.
Sheathing his cock, Carla felt it twitch and stiffen further beneath her fingers. She wasn’t sure he’d last long - but what the hell, she had more condoms. If he recovered quickly enough, they could always do it again!
With Sam’s cock safely covered, Carla asked, “How do you want me?”
“As you are.”
And with that, he leaned down to kiss her ag
ain. He gripped her thighs and pulled her ass right to the edge of the desk, then stroked the length of his cock up and down her vulva a couple of times, knocking against her sensitised clit. Desperate to be filled, Carla reached down, grabbed his length and guided him inside her, gasping at the sensation as he entered her. He was thick, and probably would have hurt had she not been so wet. Her cunt stretched to accommodate him, and soon he was buried deep, his balls crushing against her.
As Sam paused momentarily, Carla tensed her vaginal muscles. Gasping at the sensation around his shaft, he dug his fingers into her thighs hard enough to make marks. She didn’t care. She liked it rough.
Desperate to be fucked, Carla encouraged him. “Come on baby. I want it. Hard.”
Only too happy to oblige, Sam began moving inside her, though slowly at first. Soon, confident that she was comfortable, he fucked her harder, almost toppling the champagne bottle. Grabbing it just in the nick of time, he passed it to Carla, who simply held it upright as Sam’s hips pistoned, forcing his cock in and out of her at a rapid pace. Oblivious to the world around them the couple thrust their hips, racing towards what was likely to be an earth-shattering climax. Carla’s movements were somewhat restricted by her position, so she crossed her legs behind Sam’s ass, digging the heel of one shoe into his fleshy but firm cheek. Gripping tightly, she pulled him deeper.
Soon, it became evident that Sam’s body was working hard. Sweat was beading on his forehead and his breathing became laboured. Sensing he was close to his orgasm, Carla slid her free hand between their bodies and began stroking her swollen bud. She pinched and pulled, knowing instinctively what to do to coax a second climax out of her body.
“Baby,” Carla uttered, almost rendered speechless by lust, “give it all you’ve got. I’ll come with you, I promise.”
With those words, Sam increased his hold on her to prevent her slipping away, and she responded by tightening her grip around his bottom. Then he began to fuck her like a man possessed. Closing her eyes, Carla let the sensations wash over her. She stroked her clit, which was slippery with her juices, and sensed her second orgasm creeping up on her, and not a moment too soon.
His words barely discernable, Sam grunted, “Babe, I’m... gonna... come!”
Pushing roughly into her, she felt his cock stiffen further and begin twitching. Grinding her clit hard, Carla achieved her second climax. Her pussy had more than enough to grip this time, however, and Sam groaned loudly at the sensations around his cock, pumping the condom full of his own release.
Slumping against her, Sam’s weight pushed Carla back onto the desk and he rested lightly on her. Carla could feel his heartbeat going ten to the dozen against her chest. Reaching up to stroke his hair, she looked at him; his hair damp and wild, clothes askew and bow tie still somehow hanging in there, and thought he looked well and truly shagged. She suspected she did too. But she’d gotten what she wanted - and was completely satisfied.
After all that, Carla wasn’t so sure who’d corrupted who, and didn’t really care. She just couldn’t wait to do it again. Uniform or no uniform.
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Crest of a Wave
Shermaine Williams
This time, she knew her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.
She was sure that she had seen the man before - previously just a brief glimpse from afar - now ambling past her house.
Philomena gazed at him from her window, hidden from sight beyond the sheer curtains. Initially, she thought he was in costume, making her wonder whether she had missed out on a party on her street. However, as he stood outside her home, she could see that the crisp white uniform was that of an actual sailor.
The temperature suddenly climbed, making her skin prickle with anticipation as she prepared to put a plan into action. Rushing to the kitchen, she searched in vain for a reason to go outside. She had just put the recycling out that morning, but found a lone newspaper after rushing back to the living room.
In her haste to get outside before he disappeared, she had neglected to put on any shoes or remember to check her reflection. Something she bitterly regretted as she strolled down the path toward her recycling box.
“Oh, hi,” she said casually, looking up after sorting the items as if it was the first time she had seen him.
Up close, he was even more pristine than he had appeared from the window, the neat white uniform made even more prominent by his dark skin. It was impossible for him not to look out of place in the drab residential street. He had to be at least six foot two, his broad powerful frame belied by the warmth in his dark eyes.
“Hello there.”
His deep velvety voice reverberated through her, immediately causing hot moisture to flood her vulva. Despite the reaction of her body, outwardly, she did nothing more than return his warm smile.
“Um, you looked a bit lost.”
Suddenly self-conscious under his steady gaze, Philomena flicked her long dark locks, desperately hoping that she looked okay.
“Not really,” he replied, standing at the other side of her gate. “I used to come around here quite a lot.”
He barely needed to complete the sentence before the story told to her by the estate agent came back to her; the woman selling the house was doing so after breaking up with her boyfriend while he was still stationed overseas.
“Oh right, I’m sorry,” she said, pityingly. “I’m Philomena.”
“Nice to meet you, Philomena,” he replied, looking at her intently as they shook hands. “I’m Captain Nathan Fraser.”
Tempered by a smile, the formal greeting stopped short of an actual salute, making a quiver shoot up her spine despite the heat from the hazy sunshine.
“I just bought the house recently, but it already looks completely different. I could give you a tour, if you’d like.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Philomena felt his gaze as he followed her along the path, heightening her excitement at the prospect of him being in her home. As he walked past her, the musky scent of his aftershave trailed after him and took over her senses.
“This looks great.”
He seemed to fill the hallway, making her wonder whether his impressive physique was as solid as it appeared. Attempting to dismiss the image of herself messing up his uniform by pouncing on him, Philomena hurriedly thanked him and led him to the living room.
Gradually leading him through the house, she did most of the talking as she sought to find out more about him. In every room, she attempted to gauge his reaction, hoping that the change to the decor would help him exorcise any bad memories. The tour ended at the master bedroom, Philomena standing at the door as he stepped inside. She relished the sight of him from behind, wishing that his jacket was shorter to allow her to see more of his taut butt cheeks.
“You’ve got a lovely place, you’ve done well.” Nathan turned back to her, inadvertently dragging her from her lustful fantasy with a pointed gaze.
“Thank you.”
Joining her in the doorway, Nathan succeeded in filling it and forcing Philomena to press her back against it. Looking into his eyes, she ignored the moist feeling of her knickers sticking to her labia. Her eyes drifted downward, looking at the medals that decorated his chest, a chest that she desperately wanted to run her fingers down.
“Everything in here is very beautiful.”
The quietly uttered assertion drew her gaze, looking directly into his eyes as her breasts heaved with a deep breath. The couple held each other’s gaze, making Philomena’s heart pound against her ribs. Her lips parted to release breath that she didn’t realise she had been holding, sure that he could hear the thumping from within her chest.
Grazing her body, he let his fingers trail upward from her thigh, caressing her curves with sight and touch. She tilted her face up further, h
er temperature rising as his hand travelled higher. Lifting her chin to stretch her neck, Nathan leant forward to tenderly press his lips to hers, sending a bolt of heat streaking through her body.
With one powerful arm, he encircled her waist, providing support just in time for her legs to buckle. He folded her body to his, her back arching as he smothered her mouth.
Effortlessly lifting her, Nathan carried her to the bed and threw her so that she bounced on her back. Standing at the end of the bed, he towered over her, his uniform making him look even more formidable.
As she lay back, she desperately hoped he would kiss her again, eager to wrap her arms around his body. Instead, he leaned over her and lifted her dress, quickly hooking his fingers over the waistband of her knickers and pulling them down. Looking into her eyes as he parted her thighs, Nathan dived between them after letting his gaze drift downward.
The warm pleasure of his tongue pressed to her clit made her exhale deeply as she writhed beneath him. Pushing her thighs further apart, Nathan delved deeper, sucking her clit into the heat of his mouth before his tongue thrust between her walls.
Her body bucked beneath his skilful mouth, causing her juices to cascade down to his waiting mouth. Sliding his hands beneath her, he gripped the cheeks of her bottom to lift her from the bed, forcing her harder against his mouth as if desperate to taste everything she had to give.
A delicious electrifying pressure filled her body, forcing a cry from her throat before releasing a deluge of sticky sweetness. Sighing with pleasure as echoes of the orgasm reverberated through her, Philomena’s eyes fluttered open to find Nathan leaning over her. There was a glint in his dark eyes as he studied her face, his smile widening before he dipped lower. As he held his body above her, his passionate kiss left her with a taste of her own juices. He smothered her with his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his solid posture remaining despite her attempt to pull him down onto her body. Instead, he pulled away from the kiss to gaze down at her.
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