Her eyes sprung wide open when he inserted his finger into her vagina. Her walls tightened around it. When he inserted another finger, she almost collapsed over him but his mouth on her belly kept her in place. Anne felt the pressure build within her; felt the heat of desire rushing out of her. She began to squirm but he wouldn’t let her. His fingers pumped in and out. In and out. Opening and closing. Faster and faster. Relentlessly. Endlessly. All it took was a flick at her clitoris with his thumb for her to come. His fingers were replaced with his tongue lapping and sucking. He made her come twice.
But turnabout was fair play.
Soon it was Steve back against the wall, her mouth around his cock. Her hands squeezed him as she ran her teeth against his head, her mouth widening to accommodate his girth. The man had a dick of iron and was long enough her work to take him all in.
And she did.
She sucked and worked her throat, and was rewarded with his moans. Keeping up the pressure even after his cry of release, she swallowed and sucked with equal fervor. There was nothing more pleasurable than a man’s surrender.
Unfortunately, reality intruded. Voices filtered through the closed doors. Phones rang, steps drew close and passed them by. He helped button her blouse, and she pulled up his fly. He wiped her mouth and her thighs with his handkerchief. He was geeky enough to have one of those, and it often came in handy.
When there were no sounds from the other side of the door, Steve cautiously stepped out. He took a quick glance around before he held the door wider for Anne to exit. The lock clicked behind them.
“It was the bowtie, wasn’t it?” he asked.
She laughed softly and leaned to whisper in his ear, her breast grazing his arm.
“I’ll tell you tonight.”
The ride to his apartment after work was a blur. No sooner had they crossed the threshold of his apartment that Steve had Anne’s ass on the foyer table, panties down, hat on, cock in.
The sexual tension between them had always been intense. He pressed himself against her. Her leg came up to hold him in place as she grabbed his ass and pressed into his hardness.
Mouths kissed, bit, sucked at each other. He ran his lips across her cheeks, her chin, her neck, as she ran her hands over his back. Ann gasped as Steve’s iron dick slid home, her pussy lips adjusting around his girth. She pressed hard against him, squeezing her inner walls around him.
He was big and hard inside her, hammering her again and again. Anne lost herself in the sensation. She couldn’t hold back as the pressure increased within her. Her orgasm grew with his thrusts and she held on tight, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around her neck. She couldn’t hold back a cry as her orgasm hit her full force. He rode through it, pumping against her until he too came. She felt his heat filling her inside and couldn’t help but smile.
Their eyes met, mutual satisfaction mirrored in them. Their kiss was full of promises and sensuality.
“Thank God it’s Friday,” he said between kisses, “because I am not letting you out of bed all weekend.”
“Promises, promises,” she taunted.
“Just you watch, woman. Just watch.” They separated and Steve removed the rest of their clothing.
He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and smacked her ass. Anne laughed as she reached down and bit his ass from her position. She had front-row seats to a great ass and was not ashamed to tell him so.
He laughed and smacked her ass again.
The smack sent a tingle straight to her pussy and she wondered if he would be up to some fun and games. But first she took a bite of his ass cheek and squeezed it hard. He was firm beneath her fingers.
She couldn’t help squeezing him again and again, harder and harder. It was when she ran her finger down his butt crack that Steve dumped her on his bed.
Anne had eyes only for the Adonis before her. Her breath caught as she took in the soft pelt of hair on his chest, the flat stomach, his giant erection. She leaned up and took his dick in her hand.
He knelt on the bed, allowing her open access to his cock. She gripped him firmly and ran her hand up and down his shaft. He was warm and hard in her palm.
There was not a sound in the room except their heavy breathing. When a bead of come peeked out of his tip, Anne scooted down the bed and between his legs to take him into her mouth. She lapped up his come and sucked on the tip of his cock. Steve sunk his hands into her hair to hold himself steady, watching as his cock disappeared into her mouth. It was an erotic sight. He pumped his hips a bit so he could sink deeper inside her.
Anne protested as his cock pulled out of her mouth.
“Hey,” she complained. “I was not done.”
He kissed her as he pushed her down onto the bed, the down comforter soft against her back.
“No treats for you,” he said, his wicked grin in place. Before she could continue her protest, his weight settled across her. She welcomed his weight and had a wonderful feeling of fullness.
She opened her legs and he settled his length at her pussy lips but instead of entering her, he rubbed his cock head against her crotch.
His tongue was in her mouth and it made her gasp. He rocked against her while his tongue thrust in and out of her mouth. She grabbed at his back, his ass. She lifted and ground herself against him but Steve refused to stop the torture.
His mouth moved on her shoulder, his chest rubbing against her breast.
She bit his ear when she couldn’t stand any more.
“Fuck me,” she cried. “Come inside me.”
He laughed and pulled away from her.
She tried to pull him back to her and tighten her legs around his waist.
But Steve still managed to kneel between her legs, his cock now resting against her butt crack. New sinful tingles tightened her pussy walls.
Steve tugged her legs from his waist and spread her wide open.
Her stomach clenched at the naked, heated desire in his eyes as he looked at all her exposed glory.
He ran a finger across her pussy lips and she clenched them around him. She gasped as he slipped a finger inside her.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, angel.” He bought her legs up around his shoulders and settled down between her legs to eat her. “I’m going to fuck you all night long, but first I want a taste.”
He used two fingers to spread her pussy lips open and thrust his tongue inside. He lapped up her juices, the musk of their previous loving on her. His erection twitched but he needed the taste of her first as he lapped, sucked, and gently bit her engorged lips.
Her fingers ran through his hair and pressed his head down even more than her legs already bore him down.
She groaned as he removed his mouth from her pussy lips. Anne’s eyes were hooded. Her cheeks flushed with desire. Her chest and the tops of her breasts wore a light blush. Her nipples were hard and wanting attention. He inserted a second finger and let her ride his hand. Her hips bucked against him. His thumb flicked at her clitoris. He could see in her face that she was about to come and he wanted to be deep within her when she did.
He pulled his fingers out and laughed at her cries and curses.
“Damn you, Steve Davis.”
He positioned himself between her legs again.
She tried to kick him off but he held onto her legs. “I thought you wanted me to finish, Miss Rodriguez.”
She stilled and let him open her legs wide again. His erection was hard and aimed at her core.
“Nothing to say?” he asked sweetly.
“Steve,” she answered breathlessly.
“Yes, my love?” His hands rubbed her thighs, feeling the tension within.
“If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll...I’ll tie you to a chair and make you my slave.”
“Oh, no, my darling,” he said with a laugh. “Bondage is for later.”
Before she could respond, he thrust inside of her. He leaned across her and continued to pump inside her.
She pulle
d his hair and his head down until she could kiss him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues and their bodies were locked. Their tongues dueled until the need for air pulled them apart. Then she held onto him as his thrusts came harder and faster.
He had stamina. Always had. She loved how his cock filled her and the friction of his hardness inside of her softness. Her nipples and breasts hurt as her orgasm grew within her. She fought the sensation, wanting to prolong it as long as possible, but then it was too much.
She heard Steve’s growl and felt the clenching of his muscles, knowing he was at the precipice as well.
One, two, three hard thrusts, and they both came.
Anne cried out as her orgasm pulsed throughout her body. She heard Steve’s growl as he came as well, the heat of his come within filling her. She never wanted this feeling to end.
She was glad it was Friday as well, she thought before surrendering herself to sensation.
Anne came to and found herself on her stomach. Her body well and truly ravished, Steve had made her come twice more before either of them could rest. She turned over and stretched, muscles sore and pulsating. A delicious ache.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
Steve walked into the room with a full tray.
Anne sat up as he placed the tray on the nightstand by the bed. She liked his boxer shorts. She tugged on them so he could sit. When he did, she kissed him, exalting in the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon in the air, and his kiss on her lips.
“Yum.” She licked her lips and tasted him on them. “I could get used to this.”
“Anything for my lady.”
Steve gave her a peck and extended a giant mug of coffee to her.
They ate quickly between lots of kissing and giggling.
So what if a drop of butter landed on her breast? He had to lick it off like a good host. And if he got crumbs on his chest? Of course she had to clean him up.
Steve went to the kitchen to put away the tray.
Anne went into the bathroom and took care of business before stepping into the shower, hoping he would join her.
He did.
It was a long shower. She took the towel from him and went into the bedroom, otherwise they’d never get out of the bathroom until well into evening. Wrapping the towel around herself, she saw Steve framed in the doorway, his arms raised as he dried his hair with the towel. His erection was half cocked but she knew intimately how much longer and harder it could get. She looked forward to getting it so again.
She went to sit on the bed when she stubbed her toe on a box under the side table.
“Ouch.”
Anne sat down hard.
“Hey.” Steve dropped the towel and went to her. He rubbed her calves as he knelt at her feet. “You all right?”
“Yes, I just stubbed my toe on that box.” She went to look at the box which Steve shoved deeper under the bed. “What is that?”
“Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing if you are hiding it.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
“So what is it?” Anne persisted.
“Toys.” He tried to distract her with a kiss but she turned her face away and he kissed her neck. “Just toys.”
“Let me see.”
He bought the box out and placed it on her lap. The embarrassed flush on his face making her curious. Anne opened the box and her mouth dropped open at the sight of a feather tickler, blindfold, cock rings. She looked at him quickly in surprise. His eyes were intense. She looked back in the box, her hand moving the cock rings over to see a soft whip with lots of strands at the end. Handcuffs. Mini tubes of lube. Some small clamps.
“Since when are you into toys?”
“I’m not.”
“Then why?” She indicated the box.
“I had bought them for us before you dumped me. I had forgotten they were there.” He closed the lid and went to take the box from her but she put her hand on his and stopped him.
“I didn’t—” she began slowly.
“You did.” His gaze was direct.
She couldn’t lie to him, not when he looked at her like that.
“It was just that we were getting stale.” She squeezed his hand to make him understand.
“Stale. Boring. Same old, same old. Isn’t that what you said?”
“I’m sorry.” The silence was tense. Anne was sorry they were going to end on another bad note—again.
“You were right,” he said.
“Steve—”
“No,” he interrupted. “Let me finish. You were right. I never really tried any of the kinky stuff for fear that you’d laugh at me. Then you left me because I didn’t. That was the irony.”
She put her hands around his neck. She nudged his balls and rod with her foot.
“I’m back.”
“I hated that you went to other men....”
Anne interrupted him with a sensual kiss. “There were no other men.”
He gave her a startled look.
“No one?” He raised his eyebrow in speculation.
“No one.” She met his gaze head on, sincerity in her eyes.
His shoulders relaxed as he kissed her. Tongues mated and devoured. His arms went around her waist.
“I was so angry at myself for not trusting you with my dark fantasies.”
“Dark?”
It was her turn to lift an eyebrow.
“Very dark.”
“I want them,” she said.
“You shall have them, my lady.” His smile was wide, his dick hard against her foot. “But first I must punish you for keeping me waiting all these months for your return.”
She kissed him with an open mouth. Her lips covered his and her tongue touched his, drawing him into her mouth for a sweet suckle.
“Let me make it up to you.”
She pushed him back. As she stood up, she reached for his hand and pulled him up. Her arms went around him, ran across his back, and squeezed his ass.
“I don’t know,” he said, as she kissed his chin, his neck, his chest. “It is a lot of hurt.”
She took his nipple into her mouth and pulled hard like she knew he welcomed. One hand still on his ass, squeezing and kneading. “Let me try,” she whispered against his skin.
She sat him on the bed and knelt at his feet, taking his cock in one hand while the other nudged his balls. She squeezed his balls hard as her mouth closed over him, taking in the musk of their desire and the manly scent of him. To think that her mild-mannered geek had dark fantasies. Oh, she was going to make it up to him and discover all of them.
Plus, share some of her own.
Anne was startled when the strips of the whip slapped across her lower back and ass. The whip didn’t hurt, but it startled her so much, his cock popped out of her mouth.
The whip hit her again on her thigh. Not a sting, but a soft caress.
Her eyes met his.
He hit her again and she leaned into it. A small shiver of desire ran through her, tightening her nipples.
“Put my cock back in your mouth, woman,” he commanded.
Her mouth closed over his hard erection, even as she leaned forward and exposed more of her back and ass to the whip. He ran the whip softly across her shoulders as her mouth worked her magic around his shaft, a soft caress against her skin, over her spine to her butt crack.
She felt herself getting wet as the whip touched her; her inner lips swelled with desire and lust.
He slapped the whip across her ass as he directed her to take him deeper, to suck harder.
She took all of his girth into her mouth, sucking, pulling on his length.
His hand pulled her head away from him.
She groaned as her eyes met his.
“Ride me,” he said. “I want to come inside you.”
She eagerly straddled him as he lay back on the bed.
He tasted himself on her lips as he pulled her up and over his body.
They
fell back on the bed, her body over his. One hand moved down her spine, across her ass and back again. His other hand buried itself in her hair, holding her in place as his mouth ravished hers.
She positioned his cock beneath her, as she lowered herself onto him. Inch by glorious inch. Her pussy lips adjusted to his familiar depth as she rocked against him gently. He filled her, his cock tip touching her g-spot deep within.
Anne continued to rock, her eyes closed, until she felt the soft caress of the whip. She opened her eyes, watching as he ran the soft bristles around her breasts, down her stomach. Her pussy lips clenched again and again as he trailed the whip on her skin. Anne gasped when he rubbed the handle of the whip against her clitoris. She had certainly misjudged her mild-mannered geek.
Riding him hard and fast, rocking harder and faster, the handle rubbed harder against her, as he whipped her again and again until the whip fell aside and their joined orgasm exploded between them.
She gasped; he growled.
Their mouths were hungry against one another. She tasted his greed for her as his mouth ravished hers.
They took each other, finished each other.
The box of toys was forgotten for now.
His bowtie lay on the nightstand.
Analyzing Assets
by Kimber Vale
Carmen pushed her cart past the open office door. She sneaked a look at the man behind the desk, careful to cover her perusal behind a curtain of her unbound hair. Through the thick, dark veil she saw him bent over, chewing the end of a pen absently as he scanned a sheaf of papers.
It was the same every evening. He was always the last one in the building, always stuck crunching numbers long into the night. This was the tax department of Rowan and James, a Fortune 500 company that specialized in multi-billion-dollar government contracts.
Evidently hard work did pay off, because this guy lived and breathed accounting. And he was big time: director of tax for domestic holdings. A bunch of initials followed the name on the door to his ultra-cushy corner office.
It was sad. Wasteful. Cute, wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and a tumble of sandy hair overdue for a cut sticking up haphazardly as if he had just run a frustrated hand through it. His eyes never left the papers to see what the curvy woman in the form-fitting housekeeping uniform was doing. She bent over to retrieve a wastepaper basket and give him the best possible view of her pert, round bottom.
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