Abigail was too busy working on Mr. Jones for her to see that Maurice was becoming turned on as Mrs. Jones was showing him all her assets and he was enjoying the view. When Mr. Jones got up to turn around to start massaging the front of his body, she couldn’t help but notice his member that was staring in front of her, dying for her attention. She quickly looked at Mr. Jones, but it was already too late, as he had seen her looking down on him, and he smiled.
“Do you want to touch? I am sure I won’t bite you there.”
She blushed as she turned away from him and looked over to her husband, who couldn’t take his eyes off Mrs. Jones, and she saw the woman – boy, she couldn’t expect any better, as she was beautiful. Mr. Jones got up and touched her shoulders, and without a hesitation she turned around to him and saw that he was looking at her breast. He pulled her close to him and kissed her on the lips. At first Abigail tried to pull away from him, but with the way he was working his way around her mouth, she wanted him to explore more. Soon he was getting up off the bed, and she was the one on the bed as she couldn’t resist his touch. He touched her jet-black hair, pulling it back, and she moaned out loud. It was when she heard her husband made a sound she remembered what it was that she was doing, and she got up and saw that Maurice was looking at her.
Huh… she didn’t know what to say.
Maurice walked over to her and started to kiss her on her lips. He had never kissed her with that amount of passion before, and she was surprised when she felt Mr. Jones's hands were all over her back, touching her body. A part of her wanted to tell him to stop, but Maurice was still kissing her and he was making it hard for her to say anything. She started to feel her body getting wet as she was aching to feel something inside her, and she didn’t know what happened but all she knew was that she was on the bed. Mr. Jones was over her and he was talking off her white uniform, and she was only left in her black lace panties and strapless bra.
“Hmm, sexy wife you have Maurice, I can’t wait to see what else is in store,” she heard Mr. Jones say.
“Thank you, Mr. Jones, your wife is itching for my touch – do I have your approval?”
“Oh, of course.”
Maurice smiled and started to kiss her on her lips, and he was already naked and was on top of her, touching her breast. She made a sound and he started to play with one of her nipples, and he loved the way she was wiggling underneath him.
‘Do you like that, Mrs. Jones?”
“Hmm, I do,” she murmured.
It didn’t take long for her to be wanting him to be touching her, and she was excited when his hands started to explore her very core, and when he put one of his fingers inside of her, she screamed with excitement, and the other couple was now looking at them.
Mr. Jones took up Abigail in his arms and brought her over to the bed where his wife and her husband were, and she was getting excited at the fact that her husband was pleasuring her.
“Do you want to feel more of me?” Mr. Jones asked when he sat her down beside the other couple.
“Hmm, yes I do?”
He started to kiss her breasts, taking it one at a time, and soon she was arching her head back wanting more and more of him. He began touching her softness, and it was wet as he took the finger and tasted her wetness.
“So sweet, I can’t wait to be inside of you Abigail.”
She was so blown away with his touch that she was in a trance, and as his fingers was going in and out of her, she knew she was seconds away from exploding, and then he stopped immediately.
She made a sound; he smiled as he got ready at her entrance, touching her with his member, sending her over the edge that she was waiting for. Slowly he entered her and she screamed out loud, for he was much bigger than her husband, but that didn’t stop her from pushing herself down on him, wanting more of him in her. Soon a rhythm was formed, and he was going in and out as he pleased, feeling the warmth of her wetness and loving the way that she was pushing up against him, wanting more of him inside her.
Maurice, on the other hand, had Mrs. Jones touching his body, and he was enjoying the way that she was touching his chest as she was going down on him. He was itching to have her lips on his member, and soon she was touching his member with her hands. Slowly she licked his member with her tongue, and he shuddered at her touch. After tasting his member, she pulled him inside of her mouth, and it was the perfect fit as he was all the way inside her mouth. He held her golden hair back and started to give it to her more in her mouth as he formulated a rhythm, going in and out of her mouth. He held her hair even tighter as he found himself getting harder and stiffer as he knew that he was moments away from exploding in her mouth. Within seconds he came in her mouth, as she was drinking everything and sucking him off until his very member because soft and sensitive.
“Wasn’t that fun?”
He laughed as he pulled up from the ground and started to kiss her again. “Yes, it was.”
And then he looked over to see his wife having the time of her life, as she was down on all fours and taking Mr. Jones inside her, and just seeing and hearing her sounds he could feel that he was getting hard again. It didn’t take long to watch as he saw that he was about to come and he saw that Mr. Jones pulled out, and Abigail got up and took everything that he was giving her in her mouth, happily.
It was over by then, and everyone was very happy with the outcome as they all enjoyed each other. Promises were made to link up again so that they could all do it again.
“Thank you Abigail and Maurice for a wonderful massage. It was really fun,” Mr. Jones said.
He hugged his wife and then the ladies hugged and the men shook hands. Maurice and his wife watched the couple leave after giving them the promised tip, and then they started what they wanted to finish in such a long time, having fun with each other's bodies and reminiscing about what had happened with the couple. After that day, they entertained other couples that were looking for the same thing to help excite their marriage and their future together.
Swung -Taylor Lang
David and Ava
Ava had been so excited when she first got her promotion to head of the department. That was until she realized they promoted her because the department was an utter disaster and they needed someone to go down with the ship. She’d worked so hard, twice as hard as the men she watched get promoted over her year after year. When she got this position she thought they’d finally recognized her hard work. But no, they just needed a scapegoat.
She marched down to Research and Development with the weapon of mass destruction in her hand. The lab was sterile and massive, with all kinds of dangerous-looking devices along the walls. In the center were a couple rows of tables covered with different-colored liquids boiling and bubbling. And at the end was an office she assumed belonged to the head of the department. But it was empty.
The only person there was a man far too young to be the one she was looking for, standing at one of the tables mixing chemicals. Probably a lab assistant. The head of the department would be an established scientist, probably in his fifties. This guy couldn’t even be thirty yet.
He was attractive, with his dark hair and square jaw. His blue eyes were hidden behind thick glasses, giving him a sort of Clark Kent suave about him, as if all he had to do was flick them off and he’d be a different man.
“Where's your boss?”
His brow drew together. “Um… if you’re Ava Washington, like your tag says, then she’s standing right there.” He pointed at her.
“No, I mean the head of your department.”
Why was she surrounded by morons? Obviously, she wasn’t looking for herself.
“That’s me. I’m Dave Richards.” He walked towards her extending his hand.
She didn’t want to shake his hand. She wanted to hate him. He was the first of many that she had to fire. She held up the toy, a doll that cried, drank a bottle, wet itself and said, “I love you, Mommy,” all on timers. “Are you responsible for this?�
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He grinned. “Little Molly. Yep, I designed that one.”
He was smiling. Children had died due to his negligence and he was smiling. The man was insane. Rage welled up inside Ava. She chucked the doll at him. He dodged it just in time and it slammed against the wall.
“While you were designing, did you ever think to use a power source that wasn’t toxic and leaking? The dolls are peeing poison, which has killed several children and put even more in the hospital. On top of that your lack of foresight has cost the company millions in recalls and lawsuits. I hope you’re pleased with yourself.”
She left out the part about his misstep possibly costing her her career. She didn’t feel right adding that to a list of woes with poisoned children on it.
His eyes went wide behind his glasses. At least he looked like he was unaware of what his toy had done. “The power source? But I didn’t design that. That was outsourced to China.”
Ava’s mouth fell open. If that was the case, then she couldn’t blame him for the misstep because it wasn’t him who’d made the mistake in the first place. The fault lay with whoever shipped the project overseas, probably to cut corners, and then subpar testing. Someone who was higher than both his and Ava’s pay grade.
“I’m sorry I accused you of killing children and threw a doll at you. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone about this. Ever.”
“I appreciate a passionate woman. How about this? If you go out with me, I won’t report you for tossing a doll at my head.”
Ava folded her arms. “Threatening my job in order to get favors is sexual harassment.”
“It’d only be sexual harassment if I were your boss. You’re mine. This is just good ol'-fashioned blackmail.”
She sighed. “Why would you possibly want to go out with me? As I’m sure you can see, I’m not all there.”
“Awwww, I don’t think you’re crazy. You just look stressed. And if you were put in charge of the division that poisoning children, your stress is understandable. But you can’t just ignore life and let things build up until you blow up on people. You need to get out, have fun. Not everyone is as nice as me. The next person you throw something at won’t blackmail you for a date, they’ll get you fired, or arrested for assault.”
Ava sighed. She knew he was right. “I’ll meet you in front of the building at five.”
David fist-punched the air. That’s when Ava realized that he hadn’t really expected her to cave and that he would have kept her secret regardless of if she’d agreed to go out with him or not. “I’ll see you there.”
She left the man’s lab and leaned against the door. She had to admit, she had a soft spot for superheroes in disguise.
Justin and Casey
Justin prided himself on being a man of exquisite tastes, which was what made him embarrassed to be attending this play party. The owner had a preference for really ugly furniture and paintings that were priced far higher than the artist deserved given their level of skill. He walked from room to room, watching grunting and thrusting, people being hung up from the ceiling and used for a variety of pleasures, but he was bored. He was close to leaving when he saw her.
She was a slip of a woman. Not very tall. Her auburn hair had to have been half her height. It cascaded from her bent-over position onto the floor. She was bound in a thick gold cord, tied beautifully. In the other rooms, people were tied up in ways that were purely functional. But whoever bound this woman understood the art in perfect mastery. The ropes looped around her thin frame in a pattern, squeezing her in all the right places, accentuating her features.
He walked over to her and cupped her breast, eliciting a small moan. Even her responses were perfect. Justin didn’t just envy the man or woman that owned her, he wanted to beat them up and steal her. Stealing slaves was frowned on and he’d become a social pariah, so he was only entertaining the idea. He wouldn’t actually do it.
“Hello, beautiful girl. Who owns you?”
“Sir, I’m unowned.”
Justin swallowed. It was too good to be true. “Then who tied you up like this?”
“I did, Sir. Well, the parts I could reach, then the host tied to me to ceiling. I’m a bit shy and I’ve found being tied to a ceiling a great icebreaker.”
“I bet it is.” She couldn’t have possibly done such intricate knots on herself, could she? Justin was floored by her skin and he wanted her even more. But how to impress her? Surely, the moment someone noticed what a gem lay bound in this back room they’d come to spirit her away. “Has anyone used you yet?”
“No Sir. I asked Duncan to put me in the back because of the whole shyness thing. You’re the first person to notice I’m here.”
He ran his hand over her taut ass. “Do you wish to be used?”
Another sexy moan, followed by, “Desperately.”
And that was all it took. Within seconds Justin’s pants were around his ankles and he was jutting into her like a wild animal afraid someone would take her away at any moment. As he was inside her, other men came in, waiting for their turn. He wouldn’t let them near her. She was his, and if he had to fuck her until he could no longer stand, he’d do that. And if he fell to his knees he’d plant his face on her pussy and lick her until he tongue was numb.
He always believed that every dom had a perfect sub out there somewhere in the world. Someone who was his perfect balance. He didn’t know much about this woman, but in the little they’d said to each other he could tell she was sweet, smart, sensual and had an appreciation of detail that matched his own. And that was all he needed to know. He was determined that no one else would touch her body until he possessed her heart.
After hours of him using her body in every way he could imagine, she said, “Untie me”, which signaled that she should be immediately cut down. He was glad as he snipped the ropes that she was done, because he was completely exhausted.
“Woah, I can barely stand. Anyone ever tell you that you’re insatiable?”
Justin smiled, pretending that was the reason he refused to let her go. “Would you like a ride home?”
She smiled as she looked up at him. It was the first time he’d gotten to see her eyes. They were green pools he could fall into if he weren’t careful. “That would be wonderful. I need to get cleaned up first.”
He waited outside the bathroom as she showered. She came out in jeans and a blouse. Simple, sexy, sophisticated. He liked her style, whether she was hanging from the ceiling or getting ready to head home for the night.
Once they were in his car, he realized how much he’d skipped as he'd ravished her body all night. He extended his hand to her. “Justin McCormick.”
She shook it. “Casey Lewis. Pleasure to meet you, Sir.”
“Justin is fine. The party is over.”
She gave him a big smile. The kind that made him glad they were on an empty road because driving in a straight line was suddenly difficult. “Well then, I’m glad to meet you, Justin.”
He got her address and headed towards her home. “So what do you do when you’re not tying yourself to ceilings for the pleasure of others?”
She blushed. “I’m a librarian. What about you? What do you do when you’re not using bound women for your pleasure?”
He laughed. “I’m in real estate. I own my own business.”
“Nice. Three thirty-three point three thirty-eight.”
“Pardon?”
“Oh, that’s where real estate is located. I sometimes translate life into the Dewey Decimal system.”
He turned to look at her, his mouthing hanging open.
“What?” she asked, blustering.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier. I’m afraid I might have to do you between three thirty-three and three thirty-eight.”
“Sure. We close at eight, Mondays through Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays we close at eleven. Come around closing and you can have me against any shelf you like.”
Justin had to work especial
ly hard to keep driving in a straight line. He thought considering he’d just fucked her for hours, there was no way his dick was go for another round. But the moment she invited him to fuck her in the stacks his dick stood up as if asking, “Hey, did someone call me? I thought I heard my name.”
When they got to her brownstone, he walked her to her door. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her passionately, enjoying the taste of her lips. He pulled away, leaving her panting, then he whispered against her mouth. “Ms. Lewis, I fully intend to sweep you off your feet. So prepare yourself.”
The sound she made in response was some mad combination of confusion, surprise and lust. He didn’t even know what to call it, but as he headed back to his car, he added it to the things he adored about her.
David and Ava
David wanted everything to be perfect for their fifth anniversary. He made reservations at the restaurant where they had their first date a month in advance. He really wanted to surprise her this year, so when she asked if there was anything he wanted to do, he would shrug and say, “Whatever.” He even managed to keep a straight face as he suggested they just “stay home and relax this year.” Pretending their anniversary wasn’t a big deal was one of the most elaborate lies he’d ever told.
He left work early to make sure the band was ready. When five o’clock came around and it was time for Ava to leave work, he had a full orchestra set up in the parking lot. He stood in the backseat of a limo, coming out of the sun roof like in Pretty Woman, holding two dozen red roses. He cued the orchestra to start playing DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love, a request that had them staring at him like he was crazy when he hired them, but it was the first song they’d ever danced to.
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