One muffled flush later, Millicent re-appeared. On this return trip, I was able to relish a view of her dark, fuzzy nexus, where her sleek legs dovetailed so perfectly. Soon she was with me again.
‘That was a fun guessing-game,’ Millicent said, touching my elbow lightly.
‘I enjoyed it, too.’ I paused before continuing. ‘I also enjoyed watching you move down that hallway. You have a very nice ass, my dear.’
Millicent smiled a mixture of gratitude and mischief. ‘Likewise, I presume.’ She pivoted her head from side to side, as if trying to get a peek around at the back of my jeans.
‘But even better than admiring your bottom as it travels down my hallway is having you back at this end of the corridor,’ I admitted, taking her hand. ‘I guess I’ve been a little lonely tonight.’ It was funny – I hadn’t realized I’d been lonely until I felt the contrast of being with her.
‘I feel lonely, too, in a way, being the only one who’s half-undressed around here,’ she noted.
I had hoped things might go in this direction.
‘No problem,’ I said eagerly. ‘I can take my pants and underwear off, if you like. In fact, based on past experience, I think I can even get completely naked without too much trouble.’
‘Let’s try just naked from the waist down, for now,’ she replied. ‘My friends and family are always complaining that I like to do things by half-measures, after all.’ I had heard this complaint, and I knew that dear Millicent’s life was indeed a landscape of semi-abandoned initiatives. She was the first to admit it, and I admired her for being able to poke fun at herself.
‘Whatever you wish,’ I said gallantly, very glad to be assuming the role of host for this particular late-night guest. ‘But before I shed half my clothes, Little Miss Half-Measures, can I get you half a glass of wine perhaps, or half a cup of coffee?’
‘Yes to the wine,’ she said. ‘I’ll have two half-glasses. But why don’t you take the jeans and shorts off first. I might get bored watching you mess around with the corkscrew, unless I have something else to look at.’
So there we stood in the kitchen a minute later, my dick flapping for Millicent’s entertainment while I wrestled with the wine bottle. She was laughing at the spectacle I provided, but in a manner that flattered me. I could tell I was making her horny. When she stood up to claim her double-half-glass of wine, she gave me a lewd little slap on the butt, and I noticed a minor wet spot on the chair she’d been occupying.
By the time we’d made our way to the living room couch, I had matched Millicent’s wet spot with a classic Saturday-night hard-on. We sat side by side and knee to knee, and I could smell her arousal over the bouquet of the merlot. I reached around and under to fondle her backside. When she moaned appealingly, I decided to leave my hand there. This allowed me to punctuate our chatter and giggles with light, sensuous squeezes, and to send the occasional, lascivious finger into her hind crack.
In a little while, Millicent took my wine glass from me and set it on the table. She then directed my free hand straight into her crotch and carefully guided it into the caresses she craved. All my fingers were now occupied on Millicent’s person – squeezing ass cheeks, tickling butt-crack, tracing paths of pleasure upon and within moist pussy-lips – and my cock began to twitch for attention. Millicent responded promptly, abandoning her own wine and initiating the tenderest strokes my member had ever felt. I rewarded her with my best manly moans.
‘You know,’ she breathed, ‘I’d kind of like to feel you all the way inside me, right now.’
‘Kind of?’ I asked.
‘Okay, not ‘kind of’,’ Millicent confessed. ‘Absolutely and totally and completely.’
And with that, she hopped up, turned her coral-lovely back to me, and let her sweet ass hover briefly over my lap. Then she reached backward, grabbed my thighs for support, and gently lowered herself onto the waiting, throbbing pleasure-stick. My, she was juicy. It was hard to avoid coming immediately as she slid down, letting her soft cunt ingest me as far as I could go. And when I could go no further, she began pounding my upper thighs with her bottom cheeks, dancing wildly to the beat of her inner joys.
I reached around to stroke her breasts, teasing the nipples that poked at me through the silk. I nibbled soft kisses onto the back of her neck as we bounced. I felt my loins and hers melt into a churning, boiling mother-lode of ecstasy. The roaring bliss engulfed us both until we pulsated as one and gave in to the seething sensations that rushed over, around and through my buried member and the dripping, sensuous cunt that clasped it. It was quite possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had. And, judging from Millicent’s urgent, lyrical cries, it must have been a pretty special moment for her as well.
Ripple after ripple of pleasure tickled through us as we held the pose. Finally, our conjoined organs were still, and we rested gently in a motionless hug. ‘So much for half-measures, darling,’ I murmured into Millicent’s fragrant hair.
In The Liquor Store
by Gwen Masters
The old wooden floor creaked and shifted under our feet as we made our way down the narrow aisles. Bottles of every size and fashion stood at attention, their colourful labels touting the brand of the liquor within. A low and sultry guitar rang out through the ancient radio on the counter.
Daniel hummed quietly along with the melody as he lifted a bottle from a rack and examined it. He gently replaced it with the tiny clink of glass on glass. I looked up at the ceiling of the old liquor store, taking in the rough exposed beams from which hung all sorts of artefacts: guitars, fiddles, ancient bottles, even a voodoo doll here and there.
The place smelled of old wood and even older wine. This was a liquor store that had been in business for decades, and it showed in the vintage bottles on the highest shelves. There was a wine cellar in the basement, or so the sign said – it promised to hold only the best wines. Daniel turned a corner at the back of the store and I followed slowly, exploring everything around me but the liquor. The store was a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of history and I was duly fascinated.
‘Honey, come look at this,’ Daniel said. His voice came from the far corner of the store. I made my way around a freezer full of tall bottles of dark, rich lager.
Daniel stood in the back of a darkened aisle. Here the bottles were dusty and old. There was a stepladder to one side. This must be where they kept the overstock merchandise. Even the freezer was dark, but I could hear the motor quietly humming away.
‘Did you notice that no one is here?’ Daniel asked quietly.
I looked up at the counter. There had been an older man there when we came in, but he had tipped his hat toward me and excused himself to take care of a shipment. There was a little truck outside, and he headed for it with an air of purpose. It appeared that he hadn’t returned.
I smiled up into Daniel’s face. His dark hair looked almost black in the dim light. His eyes were no longer their placid shade of brown – they looked just as black as his hair. I shivered, remembering the voodoo doll hanging from the rafters.
Daniel’s eyes searched mine for a moment before he bent his head to kiss me. His hips came up against mine. Something hard stirred against my belly and I giggled into his mouth as his tongue traced my lips.
‘Daniel,’ I lightly scolded.
‘No one is around,’ he whispered back, his lips trailing up my jaw. ‘You know, I’ve been in this liquor store a million times, but I’ve never once fucked in it.’
‘Daniel, for shame!’ I laughed, and he looked around, his eyes on the front door of the old liquor store.
‘No one is here. Just a quickie, honey, come on. Let’s do it,’ he whispered urgently.
I was already getting caught up in the spirit and thrill of possibly being caught. I was always the kind who fantasized about a public kind of encounter, but never had the guts to go through with it. This, though – it wasn’t entirely public, was it? And even if we got caught, what would the punishment be? A scolding, a fury in the
eyes, or a barring from the store, perhaps – but what more than that? What did I have to lose, really?
My hand slid down Daniel’s shirt to the brown slacks he wore. I pressed my fingers against his erection. He grew even harder under my hand. I was already wet. My pussy practically hummed with the anticipation.
‘It has to be fast,’ I whispered into his mouth. I found his belt buckle and quickly opened it. Daniel moved back just enough to give me room. I unbuttoned his slacks, then pulled the zipper down.
‘Here on the stepladder,’ he ordered.
‘But it’s old – and rickety…’
‘Where is your sense of adventure?’ Daniel hissed.
I laughed quietly as he picked me up and set me on the old wooden stepladder. He nibbled on my neck. His hands found my long skirt and clenched into the fabric, pulling it up inch by inch as I pushed his slacks open and pulled him free of his boxers. He was long and hard and ready to go. Daniel moaned softly as he throbbed in my hand.
‘Fuck me,’ I whispered.
Daniel yanked my dress up to my waist. Underneath it he found the tiny pair of red satin underwear that covered what he wanted. Daniel curled his fingers around the fabric and with no hesitation he ripped it from me. The seams held for a valiant moment, then gave way. The tatters fell to the dusty concrete floor.
I twined my legs around his hips and thrust upward as he pushed against me. His cock sank into my tight passage with one almost vicious thrust. I tightened my legs and pressed my heels into his ass, pushing him harder into me. I dug my nails into his shoulders, little stabs of pain that I knew would urge him on – he loved it when I did that. I whispered into his ear as he began to fuck me.
‘You naughty bastard,’ I growled.
I rose up to meet every thrust of his body into mine. Daniel was hard and solid inside me, every vein and ridge of his cock throbbing in time with his racing heart. Daniel pulled my legs tighter around his hips as he drove deeper.
We heard a noise from the front of the store. I froze but Daniel kept going. He whispered into my ear. ‘What would you do if he came back here and saw you, huh? Would you like it if he saw my dick sliding into you? You look just like a fucking slut, don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ I whispered back. I was suddenly wetter at the thought, and Daniel definitely noticed. He grinned wickedly at me in the dim light. I bit my lip to stifle a moan.
His teeth settled on my earlobe and he bit down, his breath short and fast. His hips sped up, pumping into me with the sole purpose of making us both orgasm, quickly and hard. He moved closer to me and angled his body so that his shaft brushed over my hard clit with every motion of his hips. He knew my body well – he knew what would work. His lips made their way down my throat, and he nipped at the rise of my cleavage above the low neckline of my blouse.
The orgasm was building quickly inside me, driven higher by the danger of being caught. My hands went to his hair. I pulled his head back so that I could look into his eyes while he fucked me. Daniel rammed me harder. The pleasure threatened to turn to pain, but I wasn’t about to tell him to stop – I was too close to even think about stopping.
‘Come on me,’ he hissed, then his hand found my hair and he yanked once, hard. ‘Come like a fucking slut,’ he taunted, loud enough that someone might hear.
Even though I didn’t make a sound, Daniel covered my mouth with his hand as I came. My body squeezed tight around him. The throbbing was hard and deep, and seemed to go on forever. My nails dug into his shoulders and Daniel sucked in a quick breath at the pain. I bucked hard against him until the tremors in my body faded. I was suddenly light-headed.
‘Breathe,’ Daniel ordered, and I took a great gasp of air. The world swam back into focus. I had been holding my breath as the orgasm ripped through me.
Daniel watched me with eyes that had gone dark with passion. He kept up a steady rhythm, moving in that certain way that always makes him come. I moved in counterpoint to his thrusts. I squeezed down hard on him, and the remnants of my orgasm made me moan. The throbbing was still there, amazingly enough, just quieter now. Daniel felt it and shuddered. He was close, ready to topple over the edge with just the right touch, the right word. I raked my hands through his hair, then kissed the hollow of his neck and licked back to his ear.
‘Your turn, Daniel,’ I cooed. ‘Come now, baby. Come for your woman. Come inside me.’
Daniel gasped and groaned as he exploded within me. I was flooded with heat. It seemed to catch fire between my legs and spread all through me. My skin tingled with it. Wetness slid out of me and down one trembling thigh. Daniel’s whole body jerked, then he held very still while the last of his orgasm faded.
He finally collapsed against me, sending us both rocking a little on the rickety old stepladder.
‘Wow, that was fast,’ he gasped, trying to catch his breath. I buried my nose in his thick dark hair, breathing deeply of the shampoo and sweat. His heart beat hard and fast. He tightened his arms around me and buried his face into my cleavage. I squeezed him one more time with my secret inner muscles and he groaned. Then he began to laugh. The sound moved his belly up and down against me.
‘God, that was great,’ he sighed. He glanced around, then quickly dropped to his knees. His tongue found the centre of me. He spread my legs wide and licked up and down, tasting both of us. I twined my fingers through his hair and the fire started again, down low where it really counted. If anyone had come around the corner then, they would have seen quite the show.
When I started to buck up against him, Daniel stopped. He stood up with a sly grin that said he knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted me hot and ready when we got home.
‘Go get cleaned up,’ he whispered in my ear. He pulled me down from the stepladder and handed me the tattered remnants of my panties. He bestowed a little slap on my rump as I walked away on shaky legs. I found the bathroom and cleaned up, wiping away the wetness that made its way down my thighs. I looked in the mirror at a woman whose face was attractively flushed, hair in disarray, eyes filled with passion. We wouldn’t be hiding anything – anyone who took a good look at me would be able to tell I had been thoroughly fucked.
I stepped out of the bathroom and Daniel was in the aisle, waiting for me. In one of his hands was a bottle of Jack Daniels and in the other a bottle of Bacardi Rum.
‘One for you and one for me,’ he said.
‘You recovered almost instantly,’ I said, still breathless. He might have himself under control, but I definitely noticed the flush on his face. It was so red, it looked like sunburn. I winked at him.
‘I recover quickly when I have to,’ he smiled, then cocked his head. The man was back behind the counter and was looking at us with knowing eyes. He didn’t look angry or uncomfortable – if anything, he looked curious. I smiled at him and then quickly looked away. I knew the blush was rising from my chest all the way up. My ears burned like fire.
Daniel bent to kiss me. He held out the bottles. ‘I think you should pay for these.’
My eyes snapped to his. ‘No way.’
He pushed the bottles against my fingers until I had to take them. He pushed the twenty into my cleavage. I knew I could get out of it with just a little more force to my protests, but surprisingly, I was enjoying the idea. Daniel walked with me to the counter, and I faced the man behind it.
The man looked me up and down. I set the bottles on the counter. He grinned and reached forward. I stood very still as he slowly pulled the twenty out from between the rise of my breasts. He rang up the sale and raised one eyebrow as he held out the change. I took it with a shaking hand.
‘You come back anytime,’ he said, and his grin turned into a full-fledged, wicked smile.
‘Anytime.’
I smiled back, even though my ears were burning with heat.
‘We will,’ I said.
Call Girl
by Landon Dixon
I’m a supervisor at a call centre. You know, one of those boiler rooms cr
ammed full of cubicles and minimum-wagers who phone you up at dinnertime urging you to buy some product or subscribe to some credit card, or who you sometimes phone for customer support. It’s not the most glamorous job in the world, but it pays the bills, and it hasn’t been relocated to India or the Philippines, yet.
One benefit of supervising a low-paid, transient workforce is that I get to see plenty of pretty young girls; girls still in high school and working part-time, or girls just graduated or expelled from high school and working full-time. And even though I’m on the shady side of thirty-something, it’s the young ones I still like, and love – tight, hot, teen flesh; small, pliable titties and juicy, baby-faced cunnies; girls with bright eyes and innocent faces, eager to learn all they can from a horny, experienced gent like myself.
So, when I hired cute, little raven-haired Vicky – who’d only recently turned eighteen – I immediately put her on the midnight to eight a.m. shift, where I could make my patent-pending moves under the cover of darkness, with fewer prying eyes around. And I didn’t wait long to put out some feelers, so to speak. On the young girl’s second shift, around four in the morning, with most of the lights in the huge, open office turned off, and with me turned on, I slipped into Vicky’s cubicle to give her some real hands-on training.
She was chattering away into her telephone headset, fingering her keyboard, and I surprised her by putting my hands on her bare, buff shoulders, and starting rubbing. She glanced back at me, startled, then smiled nervously and covered her mouthpiece and asked, ‘Can I, uh, help you, Mr Morgan?’
‘Just trying to keep my employees loose,’ I replied, smiling down at the delightful teen, my cock hardening into steel inside my pants as I continued rubbing her warm, sun-kissed shoulders, gently probed her long, slender neck with my fingers. Then I bent down and nuzzled the side of her soft neck, gently kissed and licked her smooth, clear, scented skin.
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