As he continued to look over the pictures I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have his hands on my body. And just at that moment I felt his hand on the small of my back, and heard his voice asking, “Lila, are you okay?” He put the pictures down. He was so close to me now that I was feeling light-headed, and my knees were trembling.
I couldn’t pretend anymore. I looked up and met his eyes with my best “fuck me” look, and to my surprise he returned it. I cleared my throat and said boldly, “Well, what do we do now?”
He gave me his best smile, not taking his eyes from mine. “I have a few ideas,” he replied.
“Are you going to share those ideas, or are you going to keep them to yourself?” I asked, trying to play it cool.
Alex made a low sound, which sounded almost like a purr. “I’d prefer to show you rather than tell you. You know I’m a man of action.”
“Okay,” I said. “What are you waiting for?” And with that he kissed me.
The kiss took my breath away, and the touch of his lips on mine made me dizzy. It was soft at first; his hands were on either side of my face, and I felt his tongue pushing against my lips, gently begging me to open them so he could explore my mouth. When our tongues touched it was like fire. The kiss grew more intense, and our bodies slowly came together, touching in a way that was definitely a promise of something more intimate.
Finally I forced myself to push him away. I was breathless and light-headed, but the practical side of me had suddenly reared its ugly head. “Hold it,” I said, almost panting. “You’re my boss and I’m your employee, and if we go any further we’ll be starting something dangerous.”
Alex nodded. “I know,” he replied. “But, damn it, this is something I have been wanting to do ever since you first walked in here. Besides, don’t you think this scenario is an incredible turn-on?” At that point I think it was pretty obvious that I did. “Listen,” he went on, “we won’t do anything you don’t want to do. But I know you want this to happen. I can tell by the way you watch me when I’m in the office. You can try to deny it, but I can read you like a book, and this is a book I want to open.”
With that he reached for the top button of my blouse, and when I made no move to stop him he began to nibble his way down my neck, sending a kind of warm chill down my body all the way to my toes. He was absolutely right; I couldn’t resist him, and he knew it.
My body melted at his touch, and in my head I was screaming, I want you to fuck me! I couldn’t manage to actually say the words, so I did the next best thing—I began to unbutton that silk shirt.
The shirt fell gracefully to the floor, and for a moment I simply gazed at his bare chest, which looked as smooth and muscular as I had thought it would. I began to kiss it lightly, trailing my tongue over it in little circles, my hands playing with his nipples. He lifted my face to his and kissed me again, his kiss no longer soft and gentle, but filled with urgency and a growing need. I kissed him back, matching his passion.
His hands continued to unbutton my blouse, and soon I was standing there in my black bra. Kissing me again, he pushed me against the wall, gently but firmly pinning my arms to my sides. My excitement grew more intense. His mouth moved down, his teeth capturing my bra and pulling it aside far enough to expose my right breast. A low groan came from my lips as he began to nibble on my nipple. I knew I was wet and more than ready for him. I wanted to beg him to take me, but I didn’t want to rush him. I wanted to savor every moment.
He released my wrists and moved his hands up to undo the catch of my bra. Now both breasts were free for him to touch and nibble on, and my hands were free to explore him as well. I ran them over his chest, down over his tight stomach to his pants, the front of which was bulging as his cock strained against the thin material. I rubbed him there gently, and now it was his turn to groan. I smiled, pleased at the sound. I reached for his belt as his hands unbuttoned my jeans. Pants and jeans fell to the floor almost simultaneously. But whereas I still had panties on, Alex’s shorts had gone down with his trousers, and he now stood before me completely naked.
I took in every inch of his body, trying to burn it into my memory. It did not surprise me to see that he was well endowed. I reached out tremulously to touch his thick, hard maleness. A shiver went up my spine at the touch of it, and at the thought of what he would be doing with it in the very near future.
I knelt then and took him into my mouth. Slowly I began to move it up and down his shaft, while playing with the head with my tongue. I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him in coordination with my mouth. He tangled his fingers in my hair, groaning softly with pleasure. His cock seemed to become even harder, and just as I thought he was going to come, he surprised me by reaching down to take my hands while lifting me gently to my feet, saying, “It’s my turn.”
Lifting me by the waist, he then sat me on the edge of my desk. His hands ran down the length of my body as he lowered himself to his knees. He kissed my thighs, then slowly removed my panties and tossed them behind him. He made a kind of soft purring sound as he reached out to touch the most intimate part of me. Gently he spread my pussy lips apart and slowly inserted his finger. I gasped with pleasure as my body reacted to his touch.
He bent to me, and I felt his tongue gently licking my outer lips as he spread them with his fingers. That tongue then flicked back and forth over my clit, and I writhed with the feel of it. Drawing my clit between his lips, he began to suck it gently as his tongue continued to work its magic. He raised his head for a moment to say in a breathy tone, “Mmm, you taste like candy.”
He still kept one finger inside me, moving it slowly in and out. I could feel my excitement grow with each stroke, each lick and suck. Just as I was about to climax, he stopped, saying, “Not yet. I want to savor this moment.”
I moaned with frustration, but I was intrigued at the thought of what would come next. I reached out a quivering hand to his thick maleness and began to stroke him gently. He stopped me in midstroke and helped me to my feet. My knees were weak, and I almost fell. Alex turned me around. “Mmm, what a sexy ass,” I heard him say. He bent me at the waist and I leaned forward over the desk. I felt his hands slide down my back to caress my buttocks. “Now this is a sight that I like,” he murmured.
A minute later I felt his cock against my behind. He guided it over my ass cheeks with one hand while with the other he found the wetness between my legs, his fingers spreading my cunt lips. Then I felt the tip of his dick at the entrance of my pussy, pushing ever so gently as if asking for permission to enter its soft pink wetness. My moans granted that permission as he slowly inched himself forward. But then he paused, with just the head of his cock inside me. My need to have all of him was intense, but as I pushed back against him he pulled out. “Not just yet,” he said teasingly. “I want you to beg for it.”
I somehow resisted the urge to beg, but he continued to tantalize me that way over and over again, until I felt as though I would explode if he didn’t take me. “I want to hear you beg for it,” he said again in a low whisper. “I want to hear you say, ‘Please fuck me, Alex. Please fuck me now. I want your big beautiful cock inside my hot pussy.’ ”
Instead of pissing me off, his teasing only made me hotter. I had to have all of him inside me. I tried to control my voice so I wouldn’t scream out the words, resulting in a barely audible whisper: “Alex, please fuck me. Please fuck me now! I want your big beautiful cock inside my hot pussy.”
As soon as the words were out he pushed himself inside me, all of him, every single thick inch of him. He consumed me; I could feel my pussy stretch to allow him to fuck me. He moved slowly and methodically in and out, and I could feel every inch. I had never known such an intensity of pleasure. I reached between my legs to feel him moving in and out. I could feel my wetness on his cock; I was dripping with desire.
I slid my hand to my clit and began to massage myself there, my fingers moving with expert precision as he continued to thrust in and
out. My excitement began to peak and I knew that in a few moments I would climax. My clit was engorged and felt as if it would burst. My breath quickened each time Alex pushed his cock inside me. I could tell this orgasm was going to be massive.
It hit me like an ocean wave and engulfed me in its warmth. I could hear myself screaming, but it was as though I was no longer inside myself; I was floating on a wave of transcendent pleasure. My breath came in ragged gasps as my pussy convulsed repeatedly around his still-pumping dick. I could feel my wetness running down my legs as I collapsed on the desk in a breathless heap. Above the sound of my heartbeat in my ears I heard him say, “Wow, that was worth it!”
For the moment my mind seemed detached from my body, and I felt incapable of moving on my own. I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing my legs apart, and I felt his tongue licking at the wetness left behind by my orgasm. Once again that tongue found its way to my pussy; once again his lips found my clit and began to suck. I moaned, then managed to find my voice long enough to say, “I want to be on top of you. I want to see your cock moving in and out of my pussy.”
We moved to the floor then; Alex lay down on his back, and I straddled him, grabbing his cock and lowering myself on top of him. He reached around to squeeze my ass as he pushed himself further inside my wet pussy. I began to move my hips against him, slowly at first, then picked up my movement, grinding my clit against his skin. I moved faster and faster until I was almost panting for breath.
Alex wrapped his arms around my body and sat up, helping me move my legs to wrap them around his waist. He kissed me and I kissed him back, whimpering into his mouth as I felt his pulsating cock buried deep inside me. He then lifted me up and turned me onto my back, positioning himself above me, his cock never leaving my clutching pussy. I could see the flexing of the muscles in his arms and chest. I begged him then, as I had before, begged him to fuck me, which he did while I began to play with myself. I stroked my pussy slowly at first, to match his slow thrusts, raising my head just enough to watch his cock move in and out of me. My excitement built, and my hips rose to meet his thrusts, my fingers moving faster on my clit as those thrusts got harder and deeper.
I could feel the stirrings of another orgasm. I could tell that he was close, too; our movements were accelerating frenziedly. I felt the warm wave of my climax grab hold of me, and I cried out, “I’m coming!”
“Yes!” Alex gasped out, and we exploded at the same moment, meeting at the peak of need and desire. My back arched, time seemed to stop, and I couldn’t hear anything but the beating of my own heart.
My body was quivering as the wave subsided and we collapsed, exhausted. Our breath was coming in gasps, and we lay side by side as it slowly returned to nor- mal. After a moment we both said, “Wow!” almost simultaneously.
“My god,” I said. “I knew it would be amazing, but I never thought it would be that amazing!”
“I know,” Alex responded. “I feel the same way.”
We got dressed in silence, and I straightened out my desk, so that no one would suspect anything when they came in the next day. We knew we would have to keep this a secret, but we both also knew it would happen again.
We left the office together, turning out the light. As we went out the door I glanced back with a little smile. As I said, there’s something about a dark, quiet office that appeals to me.
—L.N., New York, New York
She Was 30 Years Older but She Was Hotter Than the Hinges of Hell
I am a 27-year-old contractor and part-time mechanic. About six months ago a 58-year-old widow named Pamela hired me to do some work on her house. Mostly it was exterior work, but I also remodeled her bathroom for her.
Pamela always dressed nicely, and she wasn’t a bad-looking woman, with nice green eyes and feathered red hair that fell to her shoulders. I always thought that 20 years ago she must have been pretty damn hot.
After I did all the exterior work I started on the bathroom. Pamela would often offer me coffee and snacks, or a cold drink. Sometimes she would talk to me as I worked, and other times she’d just watch. I could tell she was lonely.
One day I took a break when Pamela offered me some coffee, and she sat opposite me as we talked. She was wearing a short red skirt cut midthigh, and tan stockings. This was the first time I had noticed how shapely her legs were. In the course of our conversation I became aware that her skirt had risen up to reveal her stocking tops. She must have caught me looking, because she very subtly parted her legs to reveal the red lace crotch of her panties.
I was suddenly speechless, and my obvious discomfort made her smile. She didn’t say a word, but her legs parted a little more, giving me a broader look at her upper thighs and crotch. She was obviously enjoying herself. Then, as I stared, still speechless, she stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it open to expose a very nice set of tits encased in a red lace bra that matched her panties.
At that point, with an obvious glance at my crotch, Pamela smiled and asked me how I could be excited by an old woman like her. I then realized that I had a hard-on and that she could see the obvious bulge it was making in my pants. I swallowed and said that she looked very sexy, and she thanked me for the compliment. As she did so she removed her blouse, then dropped her skirt and stood before me in her matching red bra and panties, along with her garter belt, stockings, and red “fuck me” pumps.
Pamela’s body was actually pretty amazing for a 58-year-old lady. My mouth fell open when she removed her bra, and I saw her round tits, which looked very good and were only beginning to show some sag. She turned in a pirouette to show me her well-rounded ass beneath the tight panties, and thanked me again when I said it was very nice, which was true.
She sat down on her couch now and spread her legs wide, then ran her hands over her stockinged legs to her crotch. She then pulled her panties to one side, showing me a bald pussy that looked moist from where I sat a few feet away. I asked her if she was a natural redhead, and she laughed and said that if she had hair there I would be able to tell that she was. Then she leaned back and pulled her panties down over her hips to her knees. Legs together now, she slid off the couch and lowered herself to the floor, sitting there with her back against the sofa seat. She then raised her legs in the air and pulled the panties the rest of the way off until they hung from one foot. Pamela teased me some more by rolling on her side to show me her ass before she sat back up, one leg still up in the air, panties still dangling from her toe, and the other spread out flat on the floor. Smiling at me, she asked me if I thought she still looked kind of sexy for an old woman.
“Absolutely,” I blurted out, and with that I stood and slowly dropped my pants and undershorts to the floor, revealing my cock to her. She motioned for me to come to her, and I did. When I stood in front of her she reached for my cock and started stroking it, and then, looking me straight in the eye, she took me in her mouth.
She was a very good cocksucker, and soon I grabbed her soft red hair and started to fuck her mouth as she sucked. She seemed to have no trouble relaxing her throat muscles to take me in as I fucked her face as hard as I could. I started talking dirty to her, telling her I was going to screw her mouth until she swallowed my come, and then I was going to fuck her senseless. She moaned loudly, seeming to get more turned on as I talked. Finally I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I shot my come down her throat. Pamela swallowed what she could, but some of my jism ran down her chin. I started to pull back, but she held me there and kept sucking till I got hard again.
I couldn’t believe this was all happening. I was wild to fuck her, but first I had her get up on the sofa and spread her legs so I could eat her bald pussy. Pamela went wild as I ate and fingered her until she came. I must say she tasted pretty good, too. Then I stood her up and bent her over the sofa, gazing at her fleshy ass for a minute before I brought my cock to her pussy and entered her from behind with one forceful stroke that brought a cry of delight from her. I held on to her hips and
banged away at her pussy, as Pamela cried out loud and gasped with each thrust of my hips. I figured she was way beyond pregnancy, so I kept banging her and fondling her tits until I shot my come deep inside her mature cunt.
Pamela came also, and then collapsed onto the sofa. As she lay panting she thanked me and told me she hadn’t had sex for five or six years. As she told me this she fondled my cock, and I soon got hard yet again.
This time I wanted her ass. I got her to bend over again, and I used some juices to lube up my dick before I put it in her anus. She gasped in surprise as I started working into her, and told me she hadn’t done that for 20 years, but that she used to love it when she was younger. This turned me on even more. It took a while for me to get all the way inside her, but then I began to fuck her as she moaned and groaned. This time I lasted a long time and she came twice more before I finally shot my come into her grateful ass.
Now I fuck that wonderful woman almost every day. She’s very adventurous and never says no. I soon finished her bathroom, but she keeps finding more work for me to do around the house, and I hope she never stops.
—G.R., East Orange, New Jersey
She Helped Her Boss With His Sex Life and Her Husband Approved
Like many of your readers, I have always fantasized about my wife being with other men. Carrie and I have been married for 17 years, and while she had no objection to the idea in principle, she was always too shy to actually do anything about it, so the idea remained a fantasy.
Then one summer, on a vacation trip, we met Rex. Rex was 20 years older than us, and a widower. We had a lovely vacation, and when it was over we swapped addresses. As it turned out, Rex only lived about half an hour from us.
When we got back home we developed a friendship with Rex, and occasionally, visited the small shoe store he owned. Then one day Rex called us to tell us that his assistant was leaving to have a baby, and since he knew that Carrie had been looking for part-time work, he offered her the job. Carrie gladly accepted. Rex turned out to be a fine boss, and Carrie enjoyed working there.
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