I looked at her face, but her eyes were closed. She didn’t know I was there; she was just fantasizing that I was. I felt my cock start to throb in my hand as I watched her finger herself harder and faster, bringing herself closer to orgasm. She whispered my name again as she lifted her hips and jammed her fingers as far inside her pussy as they would go. She froze that way for a few seconds, gasping softly. Then she relaxed and let out a deep breath. Sliding her fingers from her dripping cunt, she slowly brought them to her mouth. I had to let go of my cock, or I would have come right then.
“Does that taste good?” I whispered.
Startled, she froze again, her gasp this time one of surprise. But after a second she opened her eyes and looked at me. The apprehensive expression faded quickly from her face, and she smiled slowly. I had not bothered to put anything on, and the smile broadened as she took in my muscular body, and my thick, nine-inch cock.
“Ryan, I was just thinking about you,” she whispered finally. “But it looks like I should have been using three fingers!”
I took a step closer to her. “Does it taste good?” I asked again. In reply, she held up her hand to offer me some, but I told her that I wanted to get my own. As I bent down to pull off her panties, she murmured that we shouldn’t be doing this. But even as she said it she lifted her hips to make it easy for me. Then she spread her legs wide as I knelt on the floor and put my face between her thighs.
She was soaking wet, and smelled and tasted so good that I couldn’t believe it. The thick red hair of her bush was soft, and it tickled my nose as I lapped away at her cunt. After several minutes she was panting and grinding her hips into my face. Then she clamped her hand on the back of my head and gushed hard. I swallowed as much as I could, but she just kept squirting and squirting. When she finally let go, my face was soaked.
I moved up between her legs and slid my cock inside her wet pussy. She was still spasming from her intense orgasm, and her cunt was squeezing and hugging my cock as we fucked. I leaned forward and started kissing her long and hard, and between kisses she licked at her juices on my face. Then I leaned back to pull up her shirt, and she helped me get it up over her head, dropping it on the floor. She had the most magnificent tits I had ever laid eyes on. She lay back and squeezed them together, rubbing them all over my face as I tried to suck on her nipples.
I knew I was about to come, so I slid out of her and stood up. I aimed my cock at her glorious chest and stroked my slick shaft, pumping spurt after spurt of hot white come onto her titties. She smeared my jism all over her chest with her fingers, then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around my cock, sucking the last little bit of come out of me. When she had, she whispered to me that she wanted to fuck again, but I told her I was too exhausted and needed to sleep.
I went to the bathroom and washed myself thoroughly, not wanting Alice to smell anything suspicious on me when she woke up. Then I went back and slid into bed next to my still-sleeping wife.
Alice was already up when I woke in the morning. I could hear the girls talking, and I could only hope Stella wasn’t getting me into trouble. But I was pleasantly surprised. Before leaving for work, Alice came in to kiss me good-bye. There was a funny grin on her face.
“I talked to Stella this morning,” she said, “and I am going to let her borrow you for a couple of hours, okay?”
I just looked at her for a moment, unsure how to respond.
“Mostly she just needs to borrow your big, fat cock!” Alice went on, smiling broadly now. Then she kissed me good-bye, telling me to have a good time fucking her friend.
Alice was still backing out of the driveway when Stella came into the room, wrapped in a towel and fresh from the shower. She smiled at me and dropped the towel on the floor. Again I admired her amazing breasts, even more spectacular in the light of day! She climbed into the bed with me and wrapped her lips around my cock, taking up right where we left off.
We spent the whole morning fucking, until I had to get ready for work. And now, whenever Stella comes for a visit, Alice lets her “borrow” me for a little while each day. I guess it really is important to my wife that I get along with her friend!
—R.C., Chicago, Illinois
She Was a Nanny, but She Took Care of More Than the Kids
They say that the only men not fantasizing about sleeping with their kids’ nanny are the ones who are already doing it. My experience as a nanny has led me to agree.
I was a 23-year-old single woman when I decided to take a break from the corporate world and look into working as a nanny. I quickly found a position with a fairly young couple with two small children. As with most working adults, their schedules left very little time for each other, and even less time for romance.
Phil, the father, was very kind to me from day one, and we quickly became friends. I started sharing more and more of my personal life with him, although I must admit there was not much to share. Then one Monday morning, after a weekend date, Phil greeted me at the front door, and the first thing out of his mouth was, “Did you get any?”
I was completely floored, and immediately turned red. Phil started laughing and dropped the subject, but right then I could see trouble ahead. I instinctively understood that Phil was so interested in my sex life in large part because he and his wife essentially didn’t have one.
A few days passed with nothing more than innocent flirting on Phil’s part. Then one evening, with his wife working late, Phil and I sat out in the backyard after putting the kids to bed and had a little wine to relax. Before I realized it we had gone through a whole bottle of Bordeaux, and had started on a second.
The more we had to drink, the more flirtatious Phil became, and the more he wanted to know about my sex life. With the wine destroying my inhibitions, I heard myself confessing to having had a girlfriend in the past. Phil was mesmerized by every word, and instead of being embarrassed I found myself very turned on as I talked about the sex she and I had had.
We were interrupted by the arrival of Tina, Phil’s wife. Tina was a willowy brunette with a slim but shapely body, and Phil had told me they’d had a pretty torrid sex life before the kids came, and before they got so busy, but no more.
Phil had heated the hot tub in preparation for her coming home, as they usually liked to sit in it for a while each evening. Tonight, however, Tina said she had a headache from a hectic day at work and suggested that Phil and I enjoy it instead. She even lent me a bathing suit before going up to bed.
I felt a little odd about jumping into the hot tub with Phil, but the warm water felt good, and I was still somewhat turned on. We had not been in there long before Phil asked me to tell him more about my experiences with my ex-girlfriend. I started to tell him what she looked like, and as I spoke I could see that one of Phil’s arms was moving slightly under the water. The bubbles caused by the jets prevented me from seeing exactly what he was doing, but I had a pretty good idea, and it made me even hotter.
I smiled at him boldly and asked him if hearing about me and my girlfriend turned him on. “What do you think?” was his reply.
“Do you think Tina is watching us?” I asked. I knew that their bedroom was on the second floor, with a window overlooking the yard. My back was to the house, but Phil was facing it. He looked up at the bedroom window and shook his head. “Watch the window and let me know if she’s there,” I said, and with that I moved over to him and brought my mouth close to his ear. “Would you like me to tell you what her sweet pussy was like?” I whispered.
Phil let out a moan, and I moved a bit closer, my breast gently rubbing against his bare chest. I tickled his ear with my tongue and then licked it sensuously. “That’s the way I used to lick her pussy,” I told him.
At that point the timer on the hot tub turned off. The bubbles quickly diminished, and I could see Phil’s hand resting over a large bulge in his swim shorts.
We stepped out of the tub and quickly dried ourselves, then proceeded into the house. Phil told me I could
use the upstairs shower to rinse off. I started up the stairs, but he suddenly came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Telling me that it was my turn to watch for Tina, he gently pulled me down on the stairs, so that I was kneeling on one step and leaning forward, with my elbows a few steps up.
I tried not to moan too loudly as Phil started to rub my pussy through my bikini bottoms, telling me he wanted to see if I’d gotten wet talking about my girlfriend. He slowly slid the bikini to one side and rubbed the tip of my clit. I caught my breath and turned to look at him, but he told me I had to keep watching the landing, in case Tina showed up.
I was extremely turned on and started to push back at his hand. He knelt on the step behind me and continued to rub my clit in slow circles. The tip of his finger finally slid down to my pussy, which was aching for attention. He did not slip the finger in, but teased me with the tip. I knew he could feel how wet I was. He used his other hand to part my pussy lips, then at last inserted his finger inside me. He proceeded to finger-fuck me slowly, pushing his finger as far as it would go and then pulling it out to the very tip. Finally he pulled it out completely, then reached around to my mouth and asked me to lick my juices off it. I eagerly complied and sucked his finger clean.
Phil then removed my bikini bottom and told me he was going to give me something that my girlfriend did not have. I stayed bent over as I was as he spread my knees wider and knelt between my legs, rubbing the head of his stiff cock between my swollen lips. He rubbed it from the tip of my clit all the way to my ass, putting just a little pressure on my asshole before sliding it back down to my wet pussy, teasing me with it as he had done with his finger.
Finally I could not take it anymore and begged him to fuck me. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Fuck you better than your girlfriend did?” And with that he pressed his cockhead into my pussy, then continued to push in until my vagina had swallowed every inch of his cock. It felt fantastic! I tried to push back at him, but he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled his cock out. I strangled a groan as he teased me with it again and then quickly pushed it back in. This was enough to drive me crazy. I wanted him to fill me up completely with his cock.
Phil continued to hold on to my ass, spreading my cheeks apart so he could watch his cock go in and out. I was in ecstasy, especially when he began to rub my asshole with his finger, exerting a slight pressure. This caused him to take his hand off my ass, and I was able to push back at him more easily. Phil asked me if I was sure I wanted to be pushing back on his cock like that, but I just moaned and continued to try to get it as deep as I could. The harder I pushed back, the harder his finger pressed against my asshole. I found myself so turned on by this that I pushed back as hard as I could, and his finger penetrated my anus, both it and his cock going in deeper with every stroke.
He was fucking me harder now, and I was getting ready to explode. Suddenly he thrust all the way into me and froze, both his cock and his finger filling me up completely. I came as he pressed up against me, forcing me forward, and a second later he unloaded his come into my spasming pussy. We both collapsed on the staircase, completely satisfied.
After that Phil and I continued to have a sexual relationship until I returned to the corporate world six months later. I think Tina may have suspected, but it didn’t seem to bother her too much. Phil would always ask me to tell him more about my ex-girlfriend, and always got very turned on when I did. I never had the heart to tell him that I had made the whole thing up.
—D.J., Duluth, Minnesota
Ever Wonder How to Earn the No. 1 Spot on Her Speed Dial?
I suppose most women’s sex drives fluctuate. The difference is that mine goes from “horny” to “hornier.” To deal with this, I have a list of people on my speed dial. I’ve had sex with everyone on the list and know his or her sexual style.
The other night, in a frenzy I gave Derek a call. I’ll never forget the first time we had sex. It was wild, animalistic, and orgasmic. I got him on his cell, but it turned out he was out of town. He suggested I have his brother Edward “take care” of me.
Edward and I had met a few times, but I didn’t really know him. Still, given the state I was in, I decided to call him. Maybe a new guy was just what I needed.
He was at my door a few hours later, sporting tight jeans, a white T-shirt, and a sexy grin. He had a muscular build like Derek’s, but I didn’t see much other resemblance. He was taller (a full six feet) and had a face I’d describe as “roughish.”
Neither of us knew how to start things. I grabbed Edward a beer, and we sat on the couch. He turned on the TV and flipped through the channels, settling on sports news. After a while I grabbed the remote and switched to a porn movie.
In seconds a bulge appeared in his pants. I got down on my knees and began to undo his pants. Looking up, I saw he had a look of discomfort. “Just watch the screen and relax,” I said. “Let yourself enjoy this.”
I released his cock from his pants and inspected it in its glory. I kissed the head, then planted kisses all over it and swiveled my tongue around it, licking up a drop of precome before taking it in my mouth. As I started to suck, his hands slid through my hair. A few more swivels of my tongue were his undoing—he was pushing my head down to take more of him in. With my free hand I rubbed his balls, enjoying hearing his moans join those of the porn flick.
Feeling it was my turn to get some pleasure, I stood up and hiked up my skirt. Since I wasn’t wearing panties, I was able to quickly straddle Edward. Before he could say anything, I took hold of his cock and slid it into my soaking pussy. As I did, he let out a moan and put his hands on my hips.
I wanted to ride him slowly, but he had other plans. He lifted me up and pushed me back down on it quickly. When he realized he wasn’t getting what he wanted, he pulled me into his arms and stood up. In seconds he had placed me on the coffee table and was plowing into me at frantic speed.
He had one hand on my shoulder while the other slid between us, reaching down to my clit for some masterful manipulation. My screams filled the room as I started to come. A few more thrusts and he came, too. Before I knew it, he was pulling me into his arms and whispering, “Shall we continue in here or go to the bedroom?”
He carried me to the bedroom and placed me gently on my bed, then showed off his oral skills. He planted kisses up my inner thigh before kissing and sucking my clit. He pushed two fingers in me and rubbed all the right spots while licking and playing with my nipples.
Moaning, I begged him to get inside me again. He obliged, rolling me over and entering me doggie-style. He felt even bigger than before. I was stretched to my limits and loving it. This time he went at a slow, torturing pace. Even as I screamed and bucked against him, he moved slowly. His hands worked my nipples and clit, keeping me on the brink of climax. I was going insane.
Then he did it. He sped up until he was thrusting frantically. Before I reached climax, I thought I would pass out. He grunted as he shot his load into me. After a couple of hours’ sleep, we went for round three!
I’ve put Edward ahead of his brother on my speed dial.
—L.F., Clarksville, Tennessee
Her Eagerness Caught the Attention of the Law Firm’s Hottest Partner
After weeks of looking for a job, out of the blue I got a call from a friend telling me there was an opening at the law firm where she worked. I applied that day and got called for an interview. After a few uneasy days, I got a call saying I could start Monday—proving that it’s good to know people!
I started work first thing Monday morning. It was a good job with decent benefits, but what I liked most was its potential to work your way up if you were willing to do the work, which I was more than happy to do.
The work at first was routine office stuff: filing, typing, phones. But I knew there was supposed to be that chance to work your way up if you wanted to learn and were willing to work.
I was probably the youngest employee other than a girl who started two days l
ater down the hall in accounting. (She was 22.) The people were nice, but older and more established.
My friend had said how hot she thought the guys were, and I had to agree. There were more than a few I wouldn’t have minded “really getting to know,” but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself. So my first week I focused on my job.
I picked it up easily and quickly and was eager to branch out. After showing me some more advanced parts of my job, my boss said how impressed he was with my skills. By Friday he was confident enough to give me a special project. It wasn’t all that difficult, but I didn’t finish until after six. By then, it being Friday, it seemed like everyone else had gone home. I assumed I was the last one there.
But no sooner did I log off my computer and head for the door than Mr. Gray (not his real name) popped his head out of his office asking if I could come help with some last-minute work. I was tempted to try to get out of it, but he was a partner at only 33—and maybe the hottest of those hot men.
He was tall, about six feet, with feathered sandy-blond hair and penetrating blue eyes, and he was kind of muscular and well built. He always dressed and smelled nice. He was the one guy there I indulged the guilty pleasure of looking forward to seeing every morning. It didn’t hurt that he had a really nice butt. I stared at it all day any time he walked past my desk.
So I smiled, said, “Sure, sir,” and walked past him into his office. As I sat on one of the plush chairs opposite the desk, I heard the door shutting, followed by the silence of the acoustically isolated room.
Interesting, I thought. But I kept quiet, satisfying myself with watching Mr. Gray’s hot butt move past me on its way to his desk. He thanked me for staying so late on a Friday and asked me what I thought of the job so far.
“I think it’s great,” I said. “The people are really nice.”
Seeming a bit nervous (odd!), he asked a few background questions, trying to make light of his uneasiness by overly complimenting me on my looks and saying how nicely I dressed and how a hard-working girl like me could go far in the firm.
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