Defiled Seduce Night

by Marie Cisneros

  'Adam?'

  'Well Adam is a babe, and he is sweet, but I wouldn't ask him to my room'

  'A babe huh? Sweet? Well what about Rob then?' you ask teasingly.

  'Now you are going to give me nightmares!' I exclaim.

  'Well in that case I had better come to you so that we can find a way of stopping you getting any nightmares!' you say laughing in my ear.

  I quickly jump into the shower, letting the steaming heat wash over me. I know I don't have long, so I quickly get out of the shower and dry myself vigorously with the white fluffy towel before smoothing a richly scented moisturiser into every inch of my tanned skin. I use the hairdryer to quickly dry my hair, leaving it curling wildly with no time to style it. Then I slip into the black satin robe that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The robe feels sensual, sliding against my skin and tremble with the anticipation of going into the room and facing you again.

  I open the bathroom door in time to see you uncorking a bottle of wine. You're standing with your back to me, but when you hear the door open you turned around to face me. You stand there quietly, apparently at a loss for words as you stare at me, then visibly pull yourself together.

  'Just in time', you smile, pouring the white wine into a glass and handing one to me before repeating the action for yourself.

  I walk over to the sofa and sit down in the corner, tucking one bare leg beneath me. You sit down beside me, not too close, and turn to me. We talk in a desultory manner for a while, whilst we both sip our drinks slowly. I don't really want the drink, but need something to do with my hands, I sense you felt the same, after all, we don't really know each other and neither of us are 100% certain of how the other feels. I don't do casual pick ups!

  'So what about Rob then?' you ask smiling, I can see the gleam in your eye, 'he would have kept you company like a shot if you'd asked him to!' I smile back and pretend to think this over,

  'I don't think I would have asked him, he just doesn't do it for me,'

  'Ahhh, so it's only the guys that 'do it for you' who get invited to your room then is it?' you ask. I realise the trap that I have fallen into and can feel the heat of my cheeks as the blush hits them. I wonder how best to answer and decide to keep it light,

  'Why of course,' I say, opening my brown eyes in a picture of perfect innocence, 'every man I entertain has to have that quality.' I wink at you and you laugh.

  'Well how about we see if I do it for you then..?' you ask leaning towards me and lightly touching your lips to mine. I can feel my pulse rate accelerate alarmingly, you pull back slightly so that you can look into my eyes,

  'You do want this?' you ask. I nod imperceptibly,

  'How about you? It's not the drink?' I ask, I have to know.

  'God, you really don't know do you? Every time you walked by me today I couldn't stop looking at you, it's gotten so bad that I know whether you had been in a room by the scent your perfume leaves behind. I haven't been able to concentrate all day because you have been so close to me…you have driven me crazy!' You slide your hands into my hair and pull me roughly to you, your mouth crushing mine beneath yours. I still have the glass of wine in my hand, so I can't wrap my arms around you; I run my free hand down your cheek and pull back slightly,

  'You don't want this..' you break out. I place my glass on the table beside the sofa and turn back to you. I lean back towards you and slide one hand round your neck whilst the other cups your cheek.

  'Yes I do,' I smile, 'I just want to be free to touch you with both hands'

  You pull me closer and I feel your lips against mine again, your tongue licking around the outside of my lips until I part them and allow you access. I can't get close enough to you. I feel your hand stroking the slippery material of my robe along my back, over my hip and over the thigh length hem where the robe ends. Your hand burns where it touches my bare skin along my thigh, down past my knee and back up, this time under the robe. Your hand stills on my thigh and you break the kiss,

  'You know if you were to come here, this might be a little more comfortable,' you whisper in my ear. You pull me over so that I am sitting in your lap. I can feel your hardness beneath me. You pull my head back down to your and start to kiss and lick my neck, nibbling gently, whilst your hand strokes up and down my thigh. My breasts are level with your mouth and you move down from my neck and begin to lick and kiss my nipples through the black satin of my robe. I groan with pleasure as your licks and kisses turn into nibbles and suckles. My nipples are so erect against the damp satin and you pull back and looked at what you have done to them. I am quivering with wanting you so badly. You reach out a hand and lightly flick a fingertip over the sensitive buds, making me jump at every touch. I figure it's time to take a little control back, so I take your earlobe in my mouth and suckle on it. Then I swirl my tongue in your ear and blow gently.

  'You know, I know another comfortable way....?' I offer close to your ear.

  'Yeah?' you smile.

  'Oh yes.' I move off of your lap and you begin to move. 'Where are you going?' I ask. You look towards the bed. I smile, 'I had another thought in mind..' I say, smiling teasingly. I kneel astride your lap and slowly lower myself so that I can feel your denim clad thighs against my buttocks and your hard cock against my damp heat. I rock against you, eliciting an involuntary moan.

  'Vixen' you smile as I look down at your face. You pull me down and kiss me frantically, this time there is no restraint.

  I know that I can't take much more I need you inside me and quickly, yet I don't want this feeling to ever end.

  'Stand up' you whisper into my ear...I reluctantly stand in front of you, facing you. You lean forwards and untie my belt leaving my robe to part down the centre. Slowly you pull the robe apart, your eyes drinking in every inch of my body. I step closer to you, sliding my hands around your neck and resting my leg up against your hard cock, rubbing against you gently.

  'Guy, I want you so badly' I whisper as you lean forward and trace a line from my chest, down my cleavage down to my pussy.

  'Damn right you do babe, I can feel how wet you are,' you arrow a finger along my pussy where the lips meet, brushing against my clitoris, making my hips jerk involuntarily towards you. 'God Vick, I need to fuck you so badly right now.'

  I know that I am so close to coming even though you have barely touched me, so I pull you to your feet and quickly strip you of your clothes. I want to feel your skin touching mine all over! I take you by the hand and lead you over to the bed...now you are mine...

  I push you down slowly onto the bed, placing light, butterfly kisses all over your face, down to your neck, up to your ear, my tongue lightly tracing over the skin, so softly like the slither of silk over a smooth satiny body. I gently nibble your neck, tasting, teasing. Biting softly then soothing the sting with my tongue, sucking gently, a little harder, following with my tongue.

  I move ever downwards, tongue dancing down, over your chest, flicking your flat nipples with my tongue gently teasing them with my teeth.

  I reach down with my hand, stroking the wetness pooling inside me. I dip a finger inside me, then another and pull them out coated with my juices. I bring my finger up to your lips and smear them across your mouth. The reach back up and kiss you deeply, hungrily, my tongue outlining your lips, tasting you, tasting me.

  I reach down again with my fingers and repeat the action, this time smearing my juices over your erect nipple. I surround it with my mouth then begin to suckle softly, then harder. I release it and blow gently feeling you shiver beneath me. I kiss my way lower, down over your stomach, muscles clenching under my mouth, my tongue.

  My hands precede my tongue, lightly scratching over the skin, downwards - down as far as I can go....I see the part that is begging for attention, straining up to meet my mouth, but I ignore it and jump lower, kissing your knees, running my tongue behind them, up your inner thighs, higher and higher, my long fingernails gently scraping the skin
as you feel them reach the tops of your thighs.

  I move my hand so that the back of it brushes against your balls, gently then more insistent. I lean towards you and run my tongue over them tracing all around, over, under. I take one in my mouth and suckle against it gently, repeating the action with the other as I feel your deep intake of breath.

  I look up at you as I wrap one hand around the base of your hardness, reaching out with my tongue and lightly flicking the tip, circling the head with my tongue, flicking the ridge with every revolution. Then I lick from root to tip and back again, long, slow strokes, biting gently, teeth scraping the sensitive skin, my tongue following to act as a balm.

  I want to hear how much you want to be fully in my mouth, I need you to tell me. Your hips rock against me, but I pull back, not allowing you to insist. I need to hear your words...your voice...

  I bring my lips to rest, closed, on the tip of your cock, waiting to hear you ask, beg...

  I hear the words and sllloooowly slide the tip of your cock inside my mouth so that it rests just inside my warm, wet, waiting mouth. Then I begin to suck. Gently, sooooo gently...then getting a little harder. My tongue swirling around you, tasting you, teasing you.

  You want further in my mouth?

  Deeper..?

  I look up at you and smile, then suddenly plunge my head downwards, taking your entire length in my mouth, sucking hard, deeper, swallowing you until you can feel yourself touching the back of my throat. I begin to move my head up and down, up and down. Impulsively, compulsively, needing to taste you, to feel you showing me how much you are loving this, loving me...faster and faster....I cup your balls, squeezing them softly in my hand. You feel the tension building, your release is sooooo close, you want to stop, but you don't. You never want this to end, but you want to come more than anything.

  You want to fill my mouth with your warm, silky cream...NOW

  Your body spasms as wave after wave of ecstasy hits your body, the pleasure peaks and you feel your release. You slowly float back to earth and look at me....

  I am smiling, because I have received what I wanted all along.

  The End.

  Sweet Surprises

  I was walking out of a client's office as my phone began to ring. I felt it more than heard it as it was on vibrate and deep inside my purse. I pulled it out and when I saw who I was, I made sure I was at least into the outer foyer of the building before I answered.

  "What's up?" I asked as I flipped open the phone.

  "What's up with you, I was just calling to see if you were wet already this morning" he said.

  Laughing, I said, "No, I'm actually working today, already been out to see a customer this morning, I haven't had time for that yet this morning, why, got any good ideas?"

  His voice dropped to a near growl, "As a matter of fact I do, I want to throw your hair over your shoulder and bite your neck while I rub my dick up the crack of your ass. You wet now?"

  I could barely catch my breath, and my steps faltered, I was glad I'd made it to my truck and could sit down. I couldn't even answer, my skin was flushed, and my heart was beating faster. I sighed, it was all I could manage at the time. Which just made him laugh at me, until he tried to talk, and found he was tongue tied as well.

  He went on to threaten to do things to me that no one had ever done to me, and my pulse couldn't keep up with itself. I was breathing faster, and heavier, sitting in the middle of a big corporate parking lot outside the office building I'd just left. I tried to regain my composure, but he wouldn't let me. He kept describing to me the things he wanted to do to me. He promised to leave me begging for more.

  I wanted more. A lot more. More than words, more than promises of ecstasy, especially if they were just random thoughts, nothing he intended to do. My body was already responding as if he had already bit my neck, and had indeed lifted my skirt and rubbed his dick along the crack of my ass. I found it pretty amazing that I was reacting so quickly, and my body was remembering exactly what it felt like to be with him, even though it had been closer to 9 or 10 months now since I'd been with him. I let my body go, let my mind fantasize about being with him again.

  I knew it was wrong, that we were both married, but I just can't find it in me to care right now. I know too well how his hands feel on me, how it feels to be touched by him, how it feels to be fucked by him. I imagined him, sitting in his office, alone, hoping he was as aroused as I was, as hot and bothered over a few words.

  In my little day time fantasy, I imagine walking into his office, and locking the door, even though it is a glass door, anyone walking by would be able to see anything going on, they just wouldn't be able to come inside. I sit on his desk in front of him, interrupting his work. He looks at me questioningly, amused, and I grab his shirt and start slowly unbuttoning it 'till I could push it open. I pushed his chair back, and dropped to my knees to open his jeans. My fingers are shaking, so anxious to touch him, to feel him again in my hands. With a little help, I have his dick in my hands, and I cautiously touch my tongue to the tip, and then am lost to the feel, the sensations of being with him again.

  I stand up, and situate myself on his lap, facing him, still fully clothed, except I'm missing my thong under my skirt. I instantly feel his dick against my very wet outer lips, and I sigh. I begin rocking back and forth, just reveling in this touch, just barely opening my pussy lips to let him tease my clit as I rock. The way he looks at me, the intensity in his eyes has my heart beating even faster. That look says, for just this moment, you are mine. There is lust so strong I feel like he's pulling me closer to him in his eyes. I can't seem to help but lean into him as I gently rock back and forth on his lap. Before long, between the look in his eyes and the friction against my clit, I am thrown over the edge. I buck my hips against him, and throw my head back. I would've fallen off the chair if he hadn't reached up to hold onto me.

  I lean back against the desk, as he lifts my hips enough to enter me. The angle I'm leaning gives him ample room to watch as I begin to rock again, pulling him slowly out of me, then back down so that he is completely inside of me. He lets go of me with one hand, and slowly rubs gentle circles around my clit. He's not even touching it, just teasing me. I'm chasing him with my hips, trying to make contact, wanting that touch, wanting that satisfaction. Finally, he gently made the circles smaller so that he was rubbing just the tip of one of his fingers around and around my clit. I am so close I can feel the orgasm building inside me, but I need a little more. I make a soft mewling sound, wanting something but not knowing what. I'm so close I can feel it, but it isn't there yet. Sensing I need more, he squeezes my clit and begins rolling it between his finger and thumb. That was all it took, my body is riding wave after wave of satisfaction.

  The slow pace seemed to get to him, so he pulls me off his lap, and turns me around so that I was facing away from him, and sat me back down on his lap and as I am moving down onto his dick again, he suddenly thrusts upward, meeting me halfway. I push back as hard as I can, pushing him deeper into me, feeling his solid body beneath me, around me, holding onto me. He stands up, forcing me up to my tip toes, and he pushes my head down to the desk surface, pushing papers and projects out of the way. He makes a few slow, easy strokes into me, I sighed. My body was lost, the rest of the world did not exist for me, only the slow and easy rhythm of him pushing into me and pushing me down against the desk.

  He begins picking up speed and force, pushing me farther and harder onto the desk. My feet are occasionally lifted off the ground as he pushes into me and lifts my hips up to meet his. I again felt the orgasm building inside me, but need just a little more before I could let go. He leans over me, pulling my hips back into him, and wraps one arm around me so that he can cup my chin in his hand. He cocks my head to the side, and leans down to whisper in my ear, "You are one hot little fuck." And again that is all I need to let go, I cum so fast, so hard I plant my feet and push back against him with all the strength I have le
ft in me, and revel in the feeling of him inside of me as he cums deep inside me. His dick is pulsing, stretching me even more as I contract my muscles around him, milking every drop out of him.

  I open my eyes and see that I'm again back in the parking lot outside the customer's office I'd just left, my skirt is pulled up around my hips, my thong pulled to one side and my fingers are sore from the desperate ministrations I have given myself as I imagine it was him with me. I look around quickly, to see if I have an audience, and see no one in the area. I sigh with relief and lean my head back on the headrest.

  Again, I think of him sitting at his desk, hard at work, totally unaware of the fantasy I've just had. I still know it is wrong, that it would hurt our spouses tremendously if they ever found out, but my body doesn't know any better. My body cries out, wanting to be with him again. My mind knows that I will not say no if he brings up the possibility. I push my guilty thoughts far into the back of my mind, and allow my mind to wish he would do the same. I love my husband, truly I do, and I would never forgive myself if he were hurt from all of this, but it only pushes me to make sure no one finds out. I force myself back to reality, and I pull my truck out of the parking lot and head back to the office. Enough day dreams for one day, well, for one very public place anyway.