He turned me around, looked me in the eyes and brought his lips to mine. The kiss was light at first, but when I did not pull away or slap him, he kissed me again, this time slipping his tongue in my mouth. I melted against him. My mind kept telling me to stop, but my body said yes, yes, yes. I began to tingle all over as the kiss went on. Finally Ralph pulled away, looking into my eyes as he told me that I was a very attractive woman. He made me feel good about myself and I melted right back into his arms. His body seemed to give out a warmth, radiating desire right through his clothes. I couldn’t help myself. I reached down to feel how rigid his cock was. It was rock hard and it felt bigger than my husband’s.
The room was getting hotter. Ralph began to touch my body, his hands moving to my breasts. They throbbed with excitement when he touched them. By now I was so hot that my panties were dripping wet. I didn’t care about anything; all I wanted was to touch his cock. I knelt down on the floor and unzipped his jeans. He was surprised at my actions, but his cock sprang out at attention as I pushed his pants down. I stuck out my tongue and took a lick. Ralph jumped a little at the pleasure I was giving him. I was hoping he wouldn’t lose it too fast because I wanted to enjoy sucking his long hard cock.
I held his balls in my hands, massaging them softly as I took his dick into my mouth. It tasted so good. Ralph was so excited now that I could taste his pre-come. As for me, I was so far gone that I did something I had never done with my husband. I deep-throated his cock. It felt so good touching the back of my throat. I started sucking him, slowly at first, then increasing the tempo. I loved being in control of his body. I had never felt like this before. When Ralph started to pull away, I looked up at him and said, “Please let me finish. I want to see how good you taste.” I stroked him with my tongue, licking all around his cock, and then took it back into my mouth and started sucking him again, harder than before. He was quivering and nearly ready to come. I could tell he was enjoying every minute of my attention because he was moaning loudly and thrusting his hips, trying to push himself even deeper into my mouth.
Finally Ralph couldn’t take the pressure anymore. He started coming in my mouth so hard that I had to swallow fast to get all of his spunk. I didn’t miss a drop. He tasted so good and I wanted more. I squeezed his balls gently, milking out every drop I could get.
His legs couldn’t hold him up anymore and he fell to his knees. After catching his breath he leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I nearly came apart as his lips gently covered mine. His arms went around me in a warm bear hug as I pressed against him, my tongue invading his mouth.
As we pulled apart, he slowly unzipped my dress and tugged it down over my shoulders, exposing my black lacy bra. He started nibbling my neck, then kissed his way down to the swell of my breasts above the bra. His breath was hot on my skin and my passion was slipping out of control. My dress was now bunched around my waist as his hands wandered all over me. He reached behind me to unsnap my bra and it fell to the floor as his mouth devoured my breasts, feasting on my nipples. His tongue circled each one, his lips sucking gently at first, then harder as I melted with sexual delight. I closed my eyes and let my head roll back, enjoying the feeling of his hands and mouth caressing my breasts.
I was really starting to lose myself in the pleasure and I knew I had to fight my feelings to get myself under control. With an effort, I pulled away from Ralph and told him it was time he left. He looked at me with a puzzled expression and started to kiss me again.
I pushed him away, explaining that I was not yet ready to let another man fuck me. He looked very disappointed, but then he nodded, gave me a warm smile and said, “Maybe next time.”
After he left I was so hot and horny that I ran into my bedroom, pulled out my big vibrator and fucked myself until I came so hard that I fell completely exhausted onto the bed.
Over the next few weeks, all I could think about was that day with Ralph. Just thinking about him made me tingle and I felt I couldn’t wait until I heard from him again. I knew I wanted to fuck him and I wanted it badly.
Then one day I got a call from him. He said he needed a trim and wanted to make an appointment. I was not sure what would happen, or if anything would. Then the time arrived and he was there. As I worked on his hair, Ralph was very quiet and so was I. When I finished, he got up and looked at me. Not one word was spoken. He simply took me into his arms and I melted against him. We kissed passionately for a long time, exploring each other’s mouth with our tongues. At that moment I knew I was going to let him fuck me.
“You are the most beautiful, warm, gentle woman I know,” Ralph said to me, running his fingers through my long hair.
By now my body was trembling with desire. I placed my hand over the bulge in his jeans, feeling the hard cock straining against the material. I lost all control. “Please fuck me,” I whispered. “Fuck me hard with your big cock. I want to feel your balls slapping my ass.”
Ralph lifted my dress over my head, his hands roaming over my body. My breasts tingled at his touch. I was so wet and horny, all I could do was moan, “Please touch me, fuck me, take me, I am all yours!”
Ralph finished stripping me and tore off his own clothes, tossing them anywhere. I wanted his cock so badly that I dropped to my knees and started sucking on it. As I lapped hungrily at his hard member I looked up at him, marveling at the hair on his chest, thinking how soft it would feel against my breasts. When I heard him moan with pleasure, I released his throbbing cock from my mouth and led him to the bedroom.
I lay down on the bed and held out my arms for him to come to me. Ralph lowered himself onto me, the scent of his cologne excited me as it filled my nostrils. His fingers slid over my thighs and probed gently at my wet pussy, making me hotter by the second. He leaned down to kiss my breasts, sucking on my hard nipples. I couldn’t take it any more. “Fuck me now!” I moaned.
Ralph positioned himself between my legs and eased his hard cock into my warm wet pussy. He pushed easily into my depths and it felt so good! I cried out with pleasure as his cock drove in and out of me. I could feel his balls slapping my ass as he fucked me harder and harder. His prick seemed to reach further inside me than my husband’s ever had. He was panting loudly and I knew he was close to coming. I was as close as he was. I yelled, “Yes! Now! Harder! Harder! Yes, fuck me! Don’t stop, I’m coming! Yes! Yes!”
Ralph was coming too. I could feel his juice filling my cunt and it was wonderful. I squeezed him with my pussy to milk every drop out of him, until he had given me everything he had and rolled off me in exhaustion. I struggled to catch my breath in the aftermath of sexual ecstasy. We lay in each other’s arms for the longest time, not moving. I hadn’t felt as beautiful in years as I felt right then. We lay there a while longer, and then Ralph got up, put on his clothes, kissed me goodbye and left.
I don’t know if there will be another time for us, but I know now that I am the woman my husband keeps telling me I am, and I will keep on being that woman for him as long as he wants me.
—G.W., Ashtabula, Ohio
IN HER FANTASY, A FILM STAR IS A SHY GYM MANAGER WHO TURNS INTO A LEATHER STUD
I am an attractive thirty-four-year-old lady who likes to lift weights and has a taste for fantasizing about celebrities.
For a long time I have had a burningly erotic crush on a certain movie actor who shall be nameless. In my own little fantasy movie, which runs repeatedly in my head, he’s not an aloof movie star but a shy, lonely guy who works as the manager of the military gymnasium where I work out.
In this fantasy, I get sexually excited each time I go for my daily workout. The juicy pleasure builds as I enter the front door of the gym. I spy him sitting there behind the counter, reading a book in the quiet hours of the afternoon. My heart pounds excitedly as I place my gym bag in front of the counter and sign in.
He looks up from his book shyly, his little oval wire-frame glasses glistening. He gazes at me with what I like to think is secret affection. “Another long wo
rkout?” he asks softly.
I nod and smile. As I sign in, I ask, “How are you doing today?”
“Oh, you know, the same. Nothing changes.” He sighs, looking at me as if he wants to say more but lacks the courage at the moment.
I again smile mildly at him, hiding my boiling desire to carry this bookish little man home with me to share the pleasures of my body. But I say nothing.
I think about him constantly as I work out. Once in a while he stops by the weight room to check on the machines and the equipment. I feel his stare on me, and I furtively follow his reflection in the large wall mirrors. He distracts me today more than ever, and I know I’m going to have to remedy the problem.
After my customarily punishing workout, I shower meticulously, making sure that my legs, underarms and pussy are shaved to velvety perfection. After my long shower, I use a baby-soft moisturizer to silken and smooth my skin. I think about him all through this routine, longing for his slim, strong body, wishing he were a Peeping Tom so he would spy on me. But he is too decent a man for that.
Clean, soft, fragrant and smartly dressed, I leave the locker room and stop by the counter again, engaging in more small talk. Finally I get so frustrated with his innocent evasiveness that I just look him in the eye and blurt out, “May I please come home with you tonight?”
The most beautiful smile spreads across his handsome, strong-featured face. His dark, lustrous eyes gleam as he stammers, “I—I was hoping you’d ask that.”
My heart pounds faster than after any aerobic workout I could inflict upon myself. With this initial barrier down, we talk more animatedly. I learn he is an art lover, as I am, and our tastes in music run along similar lines. The time passes quickly, and soon it’s time to leave.
He shuts down and locks up. I drive him to his classy compact condo and park my vehicle in its neat asphalt drive-way. As I shut the door of my minivan, I feel that my panties are soaking wet. Each nervous step up the stairs to his front door brings on more juice.
We enter his tidy, modern living room, and with his encouragement I remove my shoes and get comfortable on a well-padded sectional sofa, upholstered in a sensual black leather. We talk and laugh easily as we have a few drinks. A wide range of topics are discussed, but the moment comes when we both know we have talked enough. He leans over and kisses me softly on the lips, and the moisture that has saturated my panties is now soaking through my jeans.
Just as I am ready to rip his clothes off, he pulls back. “You know,” he says, a little nervously, “I’m—I’m not who you think I am. I mean, this isn’t the real me.”
“What do you mean?” I ask quizzically.
“Well, look at me. This isn’t the way I really like to dress. Would you mind if I changed into the real me?”
“Um—sure. It’s your place.” I attempt to be as positive as possible, wondering what the hell is going on. I hope he doesn’t turn out to be a crossdresser or something like that. He smiles and retreats down the hallway to his bedroom. The moments pass slowly.
“Now that feels much better,” he says as he finally returns. His voice sounds less tentative, more assured. I turn and, with sheer delight, behold a magnificent male creature decked out completely in black leather. His outfit molds to and accentuates every bone and muscle in his fit, trim body. I gawk at him in unabashed pleasure.
“Oh God! You’re so gorgeous! I love it!” I gush as my eyes feast on him heartily, my knees weakening. I am almost sick with lust. Hot blood rushes through me as his lovely frame towers over me. “I want to see your bedroom,” I say breathily. “Please take me there.”
He bows that handsome, ponytailed head, and his dark, smoky eyes twinkle as he grins. He reaches down to me like an angel of seduction, and I grasp his warm, manly hand as he leads me down the hall.
The bedroom matches his newly revealed personal style. The bed is graciously draped with a silky, silver-gray spread that looks like peach skin but is sensually smooth to the touch. A pile of black velvet cushions adorns the head of the bed. A science-fiction landscape hangs in an ornate metal frame above. The room has a voluptuous, tactile appeal that draws me irresistibly.
He has changed his personality with his costume, dropping the innocence to reveal his dark, seductive side. He smoothly removes his glasses and sets them on the dresser. His eyes flash with passion as he firmly grasps me and pulls me in to him. My body is aflame, and I long for him to rip my clothes off. He kisses me, probing my mouth with his snaky, feverish tongue for a few wondrous minutes, sampling my taste. I suck hungrily at that wriggling, passionate membrane.
Pressed against him, I feel his heavy, hot cock struggling to escape from its leather pouch. Its heat warms my lower belly as he rocks his hips very suggestively against me. I press back, accepting the invitation. I’m fixed in his iron embrace, feasting on his succulent tongue. My jeans are uncomfortable now, for the growing wet spot has dampened my whole crotch and bottom. That little animal between my legs moans and cries, begging me to release it immediately.
Suddenly he pulls away from me and moves seductively to the bed. He crouches on it, posing like some ravenous creature. His sultry eyes glow piercingly as he growls, “Come to bed. I’m hungry. I need to eat.”
He cocks his slicked head, watching as I tear off my clothes, revealing my smooth, pale skin and rippling musculature. His eyes narrow as he watches each piece of clothing being stripped off. I leave my sopping panties for him to remove. He exhales a low, gravelly breath, readjusting his now-tight leather pouch. I tremble with expectancy as I climb on the bed.
“Lie down,” he breathes. He towers over me as I quickly warm up the cool, silky bedspread with my bared back, hot with lusty fever. He crouches closely over me and kisses along my jawline and down my neck, tickling and swiping with his pointy tongue. His breath is heavy and sweet with the wine we drank.
He nibbles at the soft flesh of my neck, giving me gooseflesh as wild chills of desire ripple through my skin. I writhe with pleasure and gasp, dampening the bedspread with my jism. After a few moments he moves down, pulling my arms gently away from my small, sensitive breasts.
He smiles, unoffended by their smallness, and tastes them slowly, flicking his tongue at the symmetrical brown nipples, making them even harder than they already are. He sucks on each breast, savoring the flavor and texture of my firm, heaving mounds.
Now he slides his warm face and hands down over my smooth, flat belly, inhaling my soft, sweet scent. I cradle that glorious head against me, desperately wanting him to feel the pleasure he is giving me. He moves down slowly, nibbling and kissing my exquisitely sensitive lower belly, sending thrills of delight all through me from that one small area.
I feel a distinct echo of my pounding heart in the strong, even throbbing of my swollen pussy. Under the thin cotton panties, its pink lips are fully open and my fluids continue leaking out, soaking the panties, my ass and his lovely bedspread. His eyebrows rise as he gazes at my poor panties. He passes his hand over them, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric, then slowly pulls them off.
“Messy girl,” he teases. But I see the lust in his stare as he watches the free trickling of my love syrup. He breathes on the well-shaved flesh, heating my erect, pearl-hard clit. He slides out that curved, pointy tongue and teases my little cunny with the tip, sliding it up and down in the glistening streak of juice. Its hot, meaty smoothness causes me to cry out with pleasure.
He spreads my slick folds apart with his thumbs, then sucks and nibbles at my clit with those sensual lips of his, wetting them with my syrup. My pussy cries great tears of juice and opens fully with each meaty stroke, beckoning the lovely tongue inside to taste and wriggle and poke. He toys with me, probing and feeling the opening until I moan and beg, my thighs quivering involuntarily.
“I’m yours!” I cry. “More, please! Eat me more!”
He pulls his face up, tilting his head back to display the large trickle of juice rolling down the corner of his beautiful mout
h. The image is branded in my mind’s eye. Closing his eyes, he dives back down like a hungry shark and buries his face in me. My back arches; my head goes back. My chest heaves mightily, trying to draw in enough air. My thighs shake as he sucks and nibbles, driving his smooth tongue in.
His hands, now searing hot and vise-strong, hold my thighs open and steady as he sucks rhythmically at my clit, determined to make me come. I teeter on the edge of an explosive orgasm. His head nods and rocks up and down until my womb begins to quiver and contract in repeated waves of pleasure.
My juices squirt as my whole love canal tightens in a shattering climax. He holds me down and nips at my swollen clit with his fine lips. I shake and cry out with this especially long orgasm, my body weakened by the sensation. My blood sings as it rushes through my brain and body.
He stops as my convulsions subside, and rests momentarily. “Good girl,” he murmurs, praising me for that wild orgasm. He eases back between my thighs and kneels there, surveying his juicy work.
I bend forward, reaching out for him, longing to suck and fuck him. “Give me that gorgeous cock,” I beg as I scramble out of my spread-open pose, clawing at that smooth leather pouch, which is now strained nearly to the breaking point.
“Better go gently,” he says with a mischievous grin. “It’s been known to bite.” I stare into his velvety eyes as he laughs softly.
He snaps open one snap at the corner of the pouch. I curl around and rest my head against his thigh, my long hair brushing his hip, and pull open the remainder of the studded snaps holding the cup over his tanned, slippery dick. His cock is my idea of the perfect sex organ. Not overly long, but very fleshy, thick, evenly shaped and dripping with delicious pre-come.
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