Voyeur surprise

I used to work away a lot and my wife used to get pretty lonely from time to time. It was a Friday night and I phoned her to say I was not coming home tonight, as I had to stay another night to finish the job. She was a bit unhappy with that so I told her to go out and have good time and let her hair down. The next day I finished the job and set off on 3-hour journey home. I got home to find the wife still in bed as it was just after dinner time I thought she got in late quite drunk and left her to sleep it off. I was laid on the couch watching TV when she came down stairs looking rough as hell. She got on the couch with me saying she had had a great night and got very drunk but she had a confession to make.

After she put the phone down on me she phoned round and had arranged to meet a few people for drinks in town. She said everything was going great, she was having a really good laugh and dancing with a few men. I said well that’s ok you enjoyed yourself, but she replied “I wasn’t alone when I came home last night. She said that this Guy jumped in the taxi with her and asked if she wanted to share the fare, to which she didn’t see any harm in. As the taxi drew closer to where we live she asked him where he was going and he replied “where ever you are going”. I said I was going home, then he said he was fine with that. I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. She said she got the taxi driver to drop her off at the bottom of the street and they both got out and the taxi disappeared. They where both stood there looking at one an other when she said he smiled walked up to her and started kissing and biting her neck. She said that she tried to push him away but as he did it more the less she fort back. She said she had never even seen him before but what he was doing to her just made her feel like putty.

He carried on biting me then I felt his hand going up my skirt, I grabbed his hand and pulled it away. He put it back up my skirt and I tried to stop him but he was a very strong guy. With that she stopped telling me what happened next and started crying. She was upset thinking I was going to go mad but little did she know that she was making me horny as hell. I told her to carry on as I wanted to every detail. I told her that by the sound of it she as done wrong by me but carry on as you are turning me on. My cock was starting to get hard in my pants; she looked at me and asked why I wasn’t mad. I just told her to carry on and tell me everything, I wanted to here it blow by blow. With that she carried on with the tale. He pushed his fingers into me and rubbed my clit with his thumb, she said he knew just how to do perfectly and she almost came on the spot. They started walking up the street, he had one arm around her and the other was working on her fanny.

When they got to the front door he had undone her skirt and it fell to the floor on the front step, she looked round to she if anybody was about but the street was empty. She opened the door and walked straight in the house, he picked up her skirt threw it on the steps and grabbed hold of me. She said we couldn’t do this as I am married and I don’t even know you at all. He said your husband is not home, you want to do this and his name Steve. I asked how old he was, he replied 44. God you’re almost old enough to be my father, he said yes but look at all the experience I have. I am going to give you the best sex you have ever had. Before I could anything else he walked over to me, grabbed hold of me and led me upstairs to the bedroom. There he threw me on the bed and stood there looking at me, he unbuttoned his shirt very slowly and with each button I felt myself getting wetter. He dropped his shirt to the floor, kicked off his shoes. Then he undid his belt by this time I was gagging for him to jump on me and fuck me but he knew exactly what he was doing. When he started to undo his trousers he asked if I was ready for him, I nodded my head and replied yes. Slowly he unzipped them then turned his back to me. For a man of 44 he had a very good body. He wasn’t sagging anywhere; he had broad shoulders and a very muscular back. Then he dropped them to the floor, for I big guy he had a nice little tight arse, thick set legs god he was in good shape. He looked over his shoulder and asked if I ready for the main event. I didn’t answer him as I was looking at his sexy bum. He turned round slowly letting me see every curve on his body, his big chest with nice pecks and slight bump on his belly; even the small amount of hair on his front made him sexier to the eye.

His hands were in front of him covering his cock; he moved them both at the same time. It was hanging limp and it looked a decent size, quite thick but not too long about 4 inches. He came over to me, tugged at my knickers and threw them on the floor. He sat me up and pulled my blouse over my head, then pulled my head down to undo my bra. As he did his cock was very close to my face and from this distance it was big and thick veins running through it. I brought my hand up to grab it, as I did he said that’s right you get it ready. I opened my mouth and licked the end and his cock gave a little twitch. I pulled the foreskin right back and shoved to full length into my mouth, he gave a soft sigh of approval. When I began to suck I could feel him getting bigger and harder in my mouth, as it grew my hand was widening around the thick shaft. I sucked harder, to which he groaned yeah carry on like that that’s good. I didn’t think it was going to stop growing, it just got bigger and bigger, when he was fully hard it was a very impressive cock he had. My fingers only just went around the shaft and its must have been about 8 inches long. He pulled my head away from his cock and told me it was my turn. He got on the bed and laid down next to me, he then told me to sit on his face facing his feet. I straddled his and he got straight to work on licking my pussy. God he knew how to lick pussy, my legs were stretched across his broad body as he gave me his full tongue inside me.

He was an expert licker making me grind my pussy into his face. My body was shaking with the pleasure he was giving me, bringing my head down to his cock I took him in my mouth again as he licked me. Sucking hard and pumping his cock into my mouth only made him lick my pussy even more. Then it hit me, the best orgasm ever. I gripped his cock tightly with my hand and was crushing him with my knees in his ribs. I just had to grab him tightly, all of him. I was coming very hard but he kept on licking and licking till I could take no more. My legs were like jelly as I climbed of him and laid on my back, he got to his knees looking down at me saying I had the sweetest pussy he had ever tasted. By now I wanted that great cock inside, he rubbed the end up and down my tiny slit. I begged him to put it in but he said the best things come to those who wait. I was trying to push myself onto his cock but everytime a little bit of his bell end went in he pulled back out, which gave me nothing but frustration. I lost control and shouted at him to stop teasing me and fucking put it in. I think you are ready now, With that he stopped at my entrance and pushed forward.

As I took the full bell end my pussy was being stretched to its limit, god you are tight he said. He pushed a little more into me slowly and kept going all the way. I gave 1 continuos sigh as he gave me all I could take, it felt like his cock was ripping me in half but he felt gorgeously deep in me. He paused for a minute to let me get accustomed to the size of his cock. He pulled out almost all his cock till just his tip was in me, then slid all the way back in. I felt the end of his cock trying to push into my womb, which hurt but also felt very nice. He fucked me with long, slow, deliberate strokes and my juices began to flow. As my pussy got wetter he began to increase his pace and fuck me harder. He seemed to be getting deeper into me, and then I knew I had his full length inside me to the hilt when I felt his balls banging on my arse. He fucked me hard with every thrust; I clung on to him digging my nails hard and deep into his back which spurred him on I think. The noises coming from my pussy and the moaning told how much I was enjoying the fucking he was giving me. Then without warning he pulled completely out of me and knelt there. He told me to get on my hands and knees; he wanted to fuck me doggy style. I sat up and looked at his cock, it was glistening with my juices and there was a thick white ring all round the base of his cock, I was that wet. I got on my hands and knee’s, put my head on a pillow and stuck my arse in the air. He got behind me and drove his entire length in me in one go.

He gripped my hips pulling me onto his cock harder than before, In this position his cock felt immense. I could hear him grunting louder as he was fucking my brains out. The stamina he showed up to now was great but I could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer. But he paused for a minute, the pulled out again. This time he laid on his back telling me to squat over his cock. As I did my pussy was letting out some very loud fanny farts and my juices soaked the insides of my legs. He held is cock upright for me as I squatted over him, I lowered myself onto his rock hard pole and impaled myself fully onto it. I started bucking up and down it was killing my legs but the pleasure was out of this world. In this position his cock was hitting me right on my g-spot, feeling the urge to wee told me I was fast approaching an orgasm. He too was moaning, grunting and thrusting up to meet half way. He told me to hold on tight, as he could take no more he was going to flood my pussy.

He grabbed my hips pulling me down on his cock and I could feel his spurting cock firing his seed within my pussy. I felt each jet of spunk hit my pussy walls, he must have pumped a gallon of spunk into. I collapsed on top of him, I didn’t manage to come on his cock but I didn’t care. My legs where killing me and I felt fully satisfied. We lay there for a few minutes his cock was still lodged in me. He asked if I had enjoyed myself, I told him it was most probably the best fucking and he had the best cock I had ever had. Well its not over yet he said, My cock is still hard and still stuck in your beautiful tight pussy so lets carry on. I looked at him and didn’t believe a word he was saying, but he rolled me over onto my back and started to fuck me again. For two hours he fucked me, he came four times, I came twice.

Once on his tongue, the other was my first time ever to come by a man fucking me and that one was definitely the best one. We fell asleep and I was awoke this morning with a big cock being slipped into me from behind. I couldn’t believe what my wife had just told me, the fought of her getting up to all that last night drove me mad but only because I wasn’t he to watch. I asked if she was going to let me fuck her but when she showed me her pussy I could see she was very sore. She later told me that they have arranged for him to come round and fuck her at least once a week. I don’t mind if I can watch once in a while.

The light breeze is so peaceful in the cove this afternoon. It was a three-hour sail getting here, an enjoyable sail as we visited, caressed and teased one another. Stepping from the boat to the small skiff was no small adventure either! Now you hear the sounds of the water moving past the little boat, the oars dipping, pulling and then dribbling as they raise out of the water, the little stream running down them, then ready to grab the water again and pull us a little further forward. The sun warms your back as you pick out the aromas of pine, cedar, wildflowers and meadow grass wafting past you. It is easy for you to see why this is a favorite spot of mine.

You watch as my shoulders and arms work the oars easily. The muscles flex then release in rhythm with the oars. You reach out with your bare foot and stroke my calf with your toes as you look at me with eyes so beautiful, so tempting, so available, it is all I can do to concentrate on my task at hand.

On reaching shore I leap into the shallow water and pull the boat ashore, allowing you to step out into meadow grass without stepping into the water. We grab the picnic lunch and the bottle of Merlot, and hand in hand we race up the meadow to a small landing. Once there we look out over the cove and the endless islands of the San Juans. I stand behind you and lightly wrap my arms about you. I brush your hair from one shoulder and whisper into your ear, asking if it was as beautiful as I promised. Your gaze and silence tells me all I need to know. I gently kiss your shoulder, your neck and the lobe of your ear, hug you tightly to me, then pull away.

I spread the blanket on the ground then lie down on my side and invite you to join me. As I pull out the hard rolls, sliced meats, cheeses and strawberries, you lie with me. We don't talk; our eyes telling everything. I place a strawberry between my teeth and you bite off the other half as we enjoy a sweet kiss, then laugh. We play footsies as we enjoy our wine, our lunch, and each other.

Suddenly a huge black cloud, swollen with rain, rolls over the trees from behind the hill. We see the hillside illuminate in a bright white light and then are deafened by the fast following thunder. We start to scramble to get the blanket up and the picnic things together, but the fast moving storm cloud finds us before we are done and a warm spring shower drenches us.

Another flash and the rolling thunder seems to shake the ground.

I look at you as you are trying to pick up our things and I see your wet hair pasted to your face, your wet clothing sticking to your body, defining your outline as only your best lingerie does. I move to you and pull you into my arms and kiss your wet lips. Your warm body is inviting as you return my kiss. I pull you even closer to me and I feel your erect nipples through your shirt. Our lips are still locked together. Our hands begin to roam our wet bodies.

Another sharp flash, and the rolling of the thunder.

I ease you back onto the meadow, into the wet grass. Our lips are still locked together, and I feel like I am going to drown from the pooling water on our faces getting in my nose. I stroke your body up and down, my hands roaming through your wet hair, along your neck, your sides, your breasts. I swell within my wet Levi's, begging for release. I break free of our kiss and roam your body with my mouth and tongue, exploring, kissing, tasting. I undo the buttons of your soaking blouse with my teeth. I kiss every area of your exposed flesh I can find. When I can find no knew areas to explore, I finally release your perfect fleshy mounds, that I may explore them with my tongue and lips.

Frequent flashes and bursts of thunder only fuel our passion for one another.

As I draw one, then the other of your magnificent erect nipples into my mouth and suckle, lick and nibble; your hand explores my crotch. They are both their now, rubbing and stroking, struggling with the wet fabric trying to free my manhood.

Another flash and a burst of thunder, so close it is on us, but we only know our own desires, fueled by our love and the raw passion of Nature that surrounds us.

I free my crotch from your hands as I kiss my way further down your body. I undo your pants and attempt to pull them down, exposing your womanhood to my anxious tongue, but the wet fabric bunches about your hips and will not come free. We are both tugging now, until I give up and jump up, grab your pants by the ankles and drag them off of you, then remove mine, tripping in the wet grass in my hurry.

As I lie between your thighs, you spread them and raise them over my shoulders. Your hands roam my hair and try to guide the ministrations of my tongue. I circle and lick and kiss the outside of your lips, careful to avoid the hood and the protected clit within. Not yet, not yet.

Another flash and the thunder rolls.

The warm rain glistens on your body, almost giving you the appearance of a woodsprite or a fairy princess as you arch your back in this ethereal world to allow my tongue greater access to you. I lick my way down between the cheeks of your butt, and spread the cheeks with my hand as I spear and play with the brown hole with my tongue. I want to play here for a long time, but cannot because of the pooling water around my nose. I find it necessary to break free of you frequently to keep from drowning…much to your chagrin.

Another bright flash and the thunder rolls.

Now I attack your woman hood with a fury and passion that matches the storm that surrounds us. Hungrily I drink of your juices as my tongue searches deep. One hand roams your breasts as the other has a finger entering your brown hole, only the first knuckle passing back and forth past the opening, spreading and contracting as the knuckle goes in and out. I expose your clit from the hood and wrap my lips around it, sucking it into my mouth, engorging it with blood as my tongue rolls around it.

I am gazing up your body as the next flash illuminates you, then the ground shakes from the thunder.

I kiss my way back up your body. I find your lips with mine. I poise my manhood at your opening, giving a fine wiggle as the lips spread, but never letting you feel more than my helmet. You lock your ankles behind me and drive me into you. I give you all I have, reaching deep into you, then slowly withdraw, only to slam in again. I feel your urgency, you are bucking into me, your ankles pulling me, and I cannot stand it any longer.

There is a flash and I slam into you, connecting with your mound at the very moment of the next thunderclap, almost as if our bodies had created the sound.

I slam in and out of you with wild abandon now, no control left. Faster and harder I go, yet amazingly you match me stroke for stroke. You lock your lips onto my neck and shoulder as your orgasm reaches its peak, ready for release. You feel me suddenly throb and swell to new dimensions with in you, and you know it is time.

A sudden flash and thunder burst, and your flood gates open as I press into you, trying to crawl within you so deep I want to bury myself as hot jets of man cream fill you and mix with your own juices.

I hold you tightly too me as I diminish in size within you. You hold me as well, almost as if we are trying to merge into one another and become one. The rain has let up. We see the flash and hear the thunder and know it is moving away. I look deep into your incredible eyes and tell you I never want this moment to end. I want the world to stand still and let me hold you like this forever. But we find that with our passion no longer fueling us, our wet bodies are being chilled by the light breeze of the afternoon. We are secluded, so we gather our things and walk naked to the skiff that will take us to the boat. The boat and a warm shower where we may wash each others back, and towels, and a warm bed waiting for us explore one another even further than we did in the meadow.

I look back to the landing and know this private place of mine, this safe place I have shared with you, will have new meaning for me from now on.

It was a steamy-hot summer night about 1 a.m., just outside the Memphis city limits. Mosquitoes large as crop dusters droned and bit at will. I was running radar on one of the county back roads, notorious for being a speedway between local watering holes. ‘I should be able to collect a bit of revenue for the Sheriff's office and keep some other poor fool from having to blot up some drunk's body from the pavement after an accident,’ I thought as I sat in my cruiser – waiting.

‘Okay. Here comes a weaver now. Not much for speed, but there's definitely a bit of bobbing and weaving going on. Okayyyy little lady, I do believe I've gotcha!’

On go the blinking blue lights. She looked in her rear-view mirror, and shook her head in silent resignation as she pulled her car over, and almost ended up in the swale.

"Okay Mam. Please stay in the car and hand your license and registration to me. Name?"

“Lilly. Lilly Barrington"

“Miss Lilly. I watched you across that centerline 5 or 6 times in the last 1/2 mile. Your papers seem to be in order, however, I'd like to have you step out of your vehicle and walk down the centerline for me. I wouldn’t want to go releasing you and get my very own ass in a sling."

"Officer, please, I haven't been drinking at all, I'm just really, really upset and need to get home. I'm not getting out of the car for you."

"Missy, as an Officer of the law, I've asked you to step out. Why can't you." (I never was much for batting eyelashes and such, but she wasn't trying that maneuver.)

"I just left ... ah ... my gentlemen friend ... we'll he was my gentlemen friend ... and we had words ..."

"Lady, get the heck out of the car and stop trying to bullshit me!"
Okay!?"

I opened the door and stepped back. She swung her (rather nice) legs out of the car and stood up very slowly. Only then did I realize that her dress was really just a long top, and she had nothing on underneath. She was bare assed, and, much to my delight, and her embarrassment, bald pussied as well.

"Ahhhh, you seem to have a problem Mam... not the least of which is that I'm going to have to write you up for indecent exposure."

"Officer, you're the one who told ME to get out of the car!"

That wasn't the only problem she had. She had a trail of glistening moisture running from her pussy down her inner-thighs, and her right hand was literally soaking, along with the upholstery on the drivers side of the car.

"Lady, do you need to use the bushes, I mean, do you need to relieve yourself?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell you ... I was driving with my fingers in me to try relieve this burning and I can't do it. It's driving me crazy!"

"Lady! That is NO way to be operating a vehicle. Some trucker goes by you and you'd cause an accident. What's the story here? (There had to be a story ... it was 1 a.m. and it was getting chilly, and her tits were starting to poke through her shirt! and her cunt was dripping down to her knee now!) And you're gonna have to convince me on this one!" (It was getting a bit difficult to stay objective ... with the musky smell of one turned-on lady hanging in the heavy summer night air!)

She was torn between her pride and arrest. She was a cute thing, and built, and this was obviously not something she did regularly. She was starting to jiggle and dance about a bit.

"Hay, you're not "ON" anything now are you?? I could take you to the station and have you pee in a bottle for me to do some drug testing."

"I don't know ... I'm, I'm really not sure."

"Mam, if you're trying to push my patience ... you're doing a damn fine job of things. Talk in plain English, and talk fast. You're either gonna cause an accident out here or you're gonna freeze your cute little ass off, but somethings gonna give."

"I met Sal at the Memphis library ... I'm the librarian there. He'd been in several times and I thought it would be nice to meet with him socially. I was fine earlier. We were going to go out for dinner and he suggested a glass of wine at his house before we left. He had to change his shirt because he dropped some red wine on it, and by the time he came back I was feeling ... funny. Don't know much else how to say it."

"Yeah ... go on ... did you smoke or use any nose candy?"

"I DON'T do drugs!!!"

"Yeah, yeah. Keep going, it's getting colder out here."

"Well. Before we left I used the bathroom. When I came out Sal was watching me ... kinda observing me. I realized then that he'd put something in the wine because I really just like him and didn’t really want to DO anything with him and I realized that I was so turned on all of a sudden that I had everything I could do to keep my hands off him. It's so totally unlike me. But he was turned on too. I could see how rigid he was through his trousers ... and I just knew that it would take care of my ‘burning need.’ He smiled at me and showed me the way to his bedroom, pulled off his tie, and told me how he'd planned the perfect evening. He planned it all. I ran out of his place like a house afire before anything else could happen .... but now ... I can't stand it!!! ... I'm on fire and I can't begin to put it out ... and I'm dripping everywhere, and I couldn't even hold onto the steering wheel because my hands were too wet from fingering myself. But I can't cum."

She started to sob ... Damn I hate when they cry. I can never tell if they're pulling my chain or it's legit ... and I had a feeling by how she was crossing her legs and systematically squeezing her pussy lips that this lady was legit ... and I was in for a hell of an evening explaining this down at the station.

"Lady, you DO know what happened to you, don't you?! You WERE drugged!"

"I can only assume the bastard drugged me ... but I don't know what it was or how long it's going to last ... or if I'll ever stop leaking. I can't even tell if it's pee or not ... and my heart is racing ... and I need relief, ohmygod this feeling is awful!!!"

"I'd say it looks like a pretty sophisticated version of fly .. and that's gonna cause you some distress. Lasts quite a few hours. I'd say that he was a bit of a creep to assume that he could use you as his experimental fuck toy ... essentially without your permission. The stuff isn't exactly stable and dosages are usually for cattle, not ladies. Let's get you to the local hospital and have you checked out and see if there isn't anything they can give you to shorten the duration of this thing." I am NOT believing I’m saying this to a lady that’s looking like she’s looking, and smelling like she’s smelling.

I led her to the cruiser and opened the back door. I’d put my hand on her head to protect it as she got in. Before I knew what was happening, she was laid out across the back seat with her legs spread wide, fingering herself madly. "Oh fuck!" (now THAT sounded strange coming from the librarian's mouth!) "Oh please, you've got big hands, please finger fuck me, if I don't come, I'll go out of my mind."

"Lady, it will only make it worse, trust me on this one. Besides you do realize you're soliciting an officer of the law and that carries some pretty stiff penalties!"

"Stop being so fucking virtuous and fuck my cunt, shit … I need to get fucked and cum, please, please help me out." The lady was actually bubbling at the pussy ... and it smelled great ... and there's nothing, nothing I love more than eating pussy ... and ... hell, I'm there to protect the innocent ... and she was that ...’til the bastard try to take her for a ride ... sooooo Asshole, stop being so "by the book" and help the lady out. Hell, help yourself out ... you're ready to rupture you're so damn hard.

I pushed her further into the cruiser, slid down onto my elbows and burried my face in her soaking snatch. Gawd but she tasted great. It took me quite a bit of time to suck her juices off to a point that I could suck and drag on her totally engorged and enlarged clit. Man, It must have been 3/4 inch long and could have fucked MY dick hole with it. Hummmmm baby, come to papa ... I sucked it in and tongued it for all I was worth. She grabbed onto my head, screamed something I couldn't translate with her soft thighs blocking my ears, and humped my mouth until I felt her whole body spasm, and felt her cunt lock around the two fingers I had slid into her. Man I wish it was my cock in there instead of just my fingers. I picked my head up and egged her on.

“Come on honey, you can do it. Give it up now. You'll feel better. Come on now CUNT, fuck my fingers and come."

"More, please, more I need to be filled up, fuck me!”.

I didn't have a damn bit of protection with me, and I sure as hell wasn't going to risk knocking her up. “Can't do it honey. You're going to have to settle for my tongue or fingers.” She opened her eyes and begged me with a look.

“Pleeeeeeaseeeeeeeeee!!!”. Her pelvis was pumping thin air, and I was ready to explode watching her. What a ride this would have been.

"Okay darlin, I think I might have come up with a solution." I grabbed my nightstick ... good ol' Lexan to the rescue. "Open wide darlin and let me know how this feels." I slid about 9 inches of the 14 inch club into that raw, red, soaking cunt. I had plenty to hold on to, and she was riding that club like a cock. She arched her back and was humping hard. I was impressed. Nope, she wasn’t quite there.

"Damn I can't get there ... oh god I can't come, oh shit I need relief ...." and she fucked faster. Desperate for her, I leaned down and clamped her clit between my thumb and the club. It was hard as a mini pecker. She screamed, looked up at me, her eyes rolled back in her head and I watched her cunt try to suck that club inside her as she poured her cum all over that stick, and my hand.

"I'd say we got you there sweetheart."

She was out cold. I slowly pulled the club out of her pussy, and leaned in to the cruiser to clean her up. I cleaned my face and moustache up, and headed for the local hospital.

Maybe I'll just take her home. Lot's less paperwork, and my shift ended 1/2 hour ago!

I am nude lying on the bed as I watch you. You turn on the music and start swaying with the rhythm. I tell you to remove your top and start rubbing your tits for me. As you dance and sway and play, you see my cock start swelling and gently throbbing. You crawl onto the bed to touch it but I tell you no, keep dancing for me. You turn around and teasingly hike up your skirt, showing me your not wearing any panties and letting me see the garters and stockings you have put on for me. I tell you to slowly dip your finger in and out of your already moist pussy, and then bring it to me for a taste. I suck your finger deep into my mouth and remove your tasty juices.

Now I tell you to squat over my face and continue your dance as you grind your pussy into my mouth, but instead you pin me with your knees on my arms and you wave your delicious pussy just an inch from my face. I try to reach for it, but you keep it just far enough away that you can feel the very tip of my tongue touch it as I stretch for it. I beg you to smother me with your pussy as you smile and sway and dance and tease, then finally you smash your wet pussy against my face and I lap and suck at it hungrily. You release my arms and I stroke your ass and your tits as I bury my tongue deep into you and search out and rub that tender G-spot just inside and on top of your pussy. My soft nose massages and grinds against your clit.

I remove my tongue and wrap my lips around your clit and swirl it with my tongue as I suck hungrily, drinking in your juices. I continue this and more until you start to buck and quiver and gasp and finally cum all over my face. Now in control, I take you by the hips and lift you off my face and gently place you over my cock. I can hear the anxiousness in your voice to be fucked by me, and I gently slip the head the head of my cock into your pussy, but nothing more. I fuck you slowly for a minute with only the head while you try to get more of my cock in you, then I pull it out.

I tell you to lick the head of my cock and taste how delicious you are. I jump off the bed and reach into the toy drawer and pull out one of your favorite toys. I hand it to you and tell you I want to see you cum all over it. As I watch you fucking yourself with your fake cock, I tell you how much I like what I'm seeing. I describe what I see and how wonderful it looks. I tell you to fuck yourself deeper and harder. I put my hand on your fake cock and help you fuck yourself.


As I hear you getting close to another orgasm I tell you to slow down, then I move myself around to your face and tell you to suck my cock while you cum. Now with my cock in your mouth and your fake cock in your pussy, being filled at both ends, I thrust into your mouth and try to time my thrusts with those of your rubber dick. I want to cum in your mouth so bad, but not now. I feel your body start to tense and quiver again as another tremendous orgasm racks your body.


I get down between your legs and slowly continue fucking you with your rubber dick. I slowly pull it out of you as you watch, then bring it to your mouth, where we French kiss with the fake dick between us, our tongues wrestling with each other as we suck off your juices together. I slip it back into your wet and quivering pussy. Suddenly I flip you over, putting you onto your hands and knees and then I impale your ass quickly and deeply with my cock, one hand gripping your waist tightly as I fuck your ass deeply and hard, my other hand fucking your pussy with your rubber cock, no thoughts of you, just how deep and how hard and how fast I can shove my cock in you. My lust and desire to cum deep inside your ass overwhelms me as I fuck you deeper and harder, one hand now in your hair pulling you into me as the other keeps your rubber cock fucking you deeper as well. I call you my slut, my whore, and ask you to tell me how much you love being fucked by my cock.

I tell you to tell me whose cock is fucking your pussy while I fuck your ass. Tell me you love my cock, you worship my cock. I tell you I'm going to cum and ask you to start rubbing my balls so you can feel them swell with the cum and then explode into you. I fuck you harder and deeper and grunt and groan, one hand firmly on your hips pulling you further onto me while the other keeps your rubber dick buried in your pussy and then suddenly I go still for a moment with my cock buried inside you. My cock release as my hot cum shoots deep into you and I start to quiver and shake and then start fucking you mercilessly again. I pull my cock out of you and wipe it clean with wet towel we kept close.

While I clean my cock, you rolled out from under me and got your double-ended dildo out of the drawer with the KY. You push me onto my hands and knees now as you slide one end of your dildo into your wet pussy. Then you lube the other end with the KY and slowly slide it into my ass. You reach around me and start stroking my freshly throbbing cock as you start to slowly fuck my ass deeper and harder, asking me how I like having your cock in my ass. I whimper and moan under you as you fuck into me harder and harder, the other end of your dick fucking into you.

You rub your clit with one hand and hold me close with the other as you make that rubber dick your own, watching it slide in and out of us until you start cumming again. As you start cumming into me I pull away from you with my now throbbing cock and throw you onto your back, hike your knees over my shoulders and bury my cock into your pussy fucking you like you've never been fucked before. You scream and tear at the sheets as wave after wave of orgasm washes over you, the sweat pouring off my body as I fuck you ever deeper and harder until I try to mash you through the bed as a massive orgasm racks my body and I collapse on you with my cock pulsing and spewing cum into your pussy.

After a few moments, I roll off of you and we get into a 69 position where we start licking each other clean, only to find our voracious appetites are only being stirred again and we start all over.

The black material fell from her shoulders to the floor, leaving her bare to just above her breasts. She looked at him with a burning lust in her eyes and fell onto his lips. His hands were round behind her, unzipping the black velvety dress. It fell down around her ankles, baring her breasts to him. Her body was smooth and beautiful, the legs encased in black stockings connected by threads to her black knickers. Her legs were pressed tightly together, emphasising the triangle of dark at her lower abdomen. He turned her with his body and pushed her back onto the bed. Her breasts bounced when she hit the cover and then fell out sideways slightly, the brown nipples staring up at the ceiling above them. He retreated a step and then calmly took off his tie; his shirt; his trousers; his underpants until he was naked before her. She watched him, looking down between the swellings of her breasts and the area above the pubic bone.

Her arms were splayed outwards, wide over all the bed, the arms themselves smooth, long and curved. Hands and fingers were long and thin, ending in painted nails of a deep red. Each armpit was shaven and treated with cream, leaving it smooth and clean, unsullied by coarse stubble. Her face was quite small, the small rosebud mouth partly open as she drew breath. Hair spread out on the bedding behind her, as if she had arranged it there. Her breasts were large and quite loose, so they moved on her chest whenever she breathed. Nipples were like tiny brown peaks on the mountain of each breast. The smooth skin was covered in a downy hair, soft to the touch and almost completely invisible. Over the stomach, flat, firm but not obviously muscled, the silhouette curved in at the abdomen. Past the belly button, hips began to widen out to shoulder-width in a long, smooth curve. The skin remained soft and smooth, lightly browned by tan, but without any obvious tan lines. The piece of cloth at her groin, hemmed in lace and made of the deepest black material, almost of a silk quality. Each layer transparent but there were enough to obscure almost everything from view; leaving just a faint outline of what lay behind. Legs, extending from out of this triangular shape, bent at the knees over the edge of the bed but still held instinctively together as she waited with some trepidation for the him to make his move. Encased in thin black stockings fastened to the knicker-hem, casting a grey-brown hue over her lower limbs. The thighs were large; long and wide with solidness rather than fat. The feet, small and bedecked with nails of the same deep red. Small, kissable feet, encased in black nylon resting slightly off the floor. She knew she was beautiful, and, with uncharacteristic forwardness, breathed deeply in and then out, combined with a roll of the shoulders, and her breasts rolled in great, loose circles around her chest. His semi-erect penis jerked upwards as her motions aroused his reproductive instincts.

Startled by her own actions, she looked at him, gazing into his eyes and realizing how much she wanted, needed him. She stretched her arms up beyond her head, away from him. She could already feel her own body respond to her needs; her vagina was becoming slick and hot as fluids seeped out to provide lubrication for the absent penis. Her breathing increased speed. She started to stir restlessly, desperately wanting him to penetrate her, but to reluctant to do anything herself. He, however, knew what lusts were coursing through her mind, and knew from much experience that this would serve only to heighten the feelings later on. His body was demanding that he strip off the offending piece of cloth between him and her bodies centre, but he suppressed these feelings as he watched the desperation coursing through her eyes. Then, he relented, gave in to his instincts and darted forward, and kissed her deeply. He arms entwined around his neck, holding him to her as she forced her tongue into his mouth and around his as it squirmed into her own.

She rubbed her hands up and down her back, caressing his body as the blood raced in her veins. So many years since she had experienced these feelings. She felt the stiffness press into her stomach, each beat of his heart causing it to twitch. Then, he broke away, and she closed her eyes as she tried to slow her breaths down. Her breasts were moving as if of their own accord, such was the intensity of her need for air. Then, she felt a movement on her legs. His hands, prising them apart. She heard him kneel down between them. She spread wide, opening the route to her inside to him. Now the triangle had a flat part where the point had, tracing a line between the two legs where her most precious possessions were. She relaxed into the bed-sheets, and allowed him to take complete control of her body. His hands were on her legs, sliding up towards the small patch of skin between stocking and pants. His hands touched her skin and she let out a breath she did not know she was holding. Almost immediately his hands were on top of her pubic bone, stroking delicately the fabric of her underwear. Her legs, pressed stiffly outwards, were aching form the strain, so she folded them around his body, pulling him right up to her crotch.

He resisted, pushed back, so they ended up with him closer, but not touching, and her legs wrapped around him. One finger traced a route from her waist to the flat of the shape. Then, it was softly drawing over the small slit in her skin that was her sexual organs. A sharp, indrawn breath from her as his finger stimulated the sensitive nerves of the sex organs. Only a thin piece of cloth separated her from him. She wished with all her heart that it would disappear, that he would… then she gasped as she felt his nose and lips rubbing the cloth. One hand on each of her hips as he ducked forward to place a kiss on a different part of her. His kisses slid towards the crotch. She felt his mouth impact on her clitoris and then he was off as her senses bombarded her with feeling. She heard him lick his lips, then realized how much liquid was flowing from her vagina. God, she wanted him now. As if in response to her silent thought, her nerves felt his fingers deftly undoing the stockings from the knickers. Then, turning and unbending her legs, he rolled each stocking carefully off her legs. He kissed his way up her leg, right up to the hem, where he hesitated, his lips resting on the flesh and lace. Now her arms were clasping the bedpost, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. His hands rested on her thighs and then, suddenly, they were up her knickers though the leg holes, flatly resting on the pubic hair underneath.

His thumbs caressed the thick wiry black growth. Her face flushed red, her breasts and legs also discoloring as blood rushed to them. His hands slid out again of the knickers and he stood up before lying down on the bed next to her, at right angles to her body. He placed a hand on her left breast, squeezing it beneath his fingers for a moment before sliding it down towards her genitalia. It slid over the smooth expanse of her abdomen, towards the waistline of the one black garment she had on. His fingers ducked under the hem and moved through the pubic hair. Down, down. She waited with held breath. Then, finally, his fingertips touched the small mass of tissue that was the clitoris. Now she actually groaned, and the slick lump of tissue shied away from the advancing hand. On he went, feeling the thin slit in her skin, caressing the labia but never actually entering her body. The whole area was wet with vaginal discharge, covering his hand. She was grimacing with pleasure as he cupped her genitals in his hand. He began to run his hand out of her crotch, but as he did so his middle finger pushed hard into her. This time, when he felt the slit of skin beneath him, he pushed between the lips and into the slick interior.

Her mind staggered. He was finally inside her! Not the part of him that she really wanted, but his finger was at that moment right inside her body. She was so happy that he was doing this to her, for her. She flexed some muscles in her groin, causing the flesh under his hand to move. He responded with the finger; slowly pushing deeper into her groin and into her vagina. Her hands left the bedpost and fell to her sides, clawing at the bed in her passion. Her vagina was twitching in time with her heartbeat, each time more liquid seeped out to stain the material an even darker black. She felt with astonishing clarity the progress his finger made into her ever grateful body, and remembered the last time a finger had been inside her vagina; when she was fourteen; her own finger then. She had been obsessed with sex then, not wanting to wait until she was permitted for her pleasures. In the lonely bed of her pubescent youth, self-penetration was an everyday occurrence, most days more than once. She was no virgin; she demanded much of her husband during the night hours. For all this experience, however, she was still an uncontrollable nymphomaniac, each time the feelings were more intense, more pleasurable.

Her mind jerked back to the present, as his palm pressed into her swollen, pulsing clitoris while his finger sought for depth in the warm folds of her body. Right up to the knuckle, into her body. Motion, in her vagina. His finger bending towards…
Crash! His finger touched, only for a split second, the leathery g-spot on the wall of her vagina. Nerve impulses rushed through her body, demanding some sort of response for this deeply provocative feeling. He was touching her core; the thing that was most fundamentally hers. She wanted to share it with him; offer herself to him so as to allow him to take part in this most personal experience. Then the finger touched again and held there, stroking very slowly across the g-spot. In between gulps of air, she managed to scream, at the top of her voice. Such a tiny motion, in a tiny part of her, stimulating such an incredible response. She screamed again and again as he calmly touched and touched. She clawed the bed-sheets, and her legs clamped together and were held out stiff, all from this one touch. She had only fundamental control of her body; no voluntary movement was possible. She slowly wrested control of her limbs and her breathing again, and screams turned into moans.

The day was long and warm. My meeting in the City had been long, but eventful and I was sure that when I got back to the office my boss would be pleased with the way my presentation turned out, and the offer that the executives had made to buy our ideas. I was driving along humming to the music on the radio and the tires rolling on the smooth asphalt of the interstate. Everything seemed to be going good, until all the sudden, black smoke started boiling from the hood of my car and the idiot light on my dash started flashing. I looked in my rear view mirror and signaled to pull over to the side of the road and call for a tow truck.

I picked up my cell phone and pushed the panic button on my cell phone, only to hear "Sorry, this customer is out of range of service!" I looked ahead of me on the road and saw a callbox, so I opened the door and looked to make sure that it was clear to walk down to the phone to call. Not having changed from my business suit, I was still dressed in hose and heels, so I opened the trunk of my car and retrieved my tennis shoes from my gym bag from where I had been to the gym last night for my work-out. I slipped my feet into the tennis shoes and grabbed my change purse from my purse and proceeded to walk down to the call box. Cars honked at me as I walked, but I just pulled my jacket a little tighter against my chest and walked the 25 feet to the phone in the same direction of traffic. Once I got to the phone, I picked up the receiver and it automatically connected to a male voice that flowed across my eardrum like syrup. He assured me that a tow truck would be by in about 15 minutes and gave me the name of the company and who to look for. He told me to go back to my car, lock the doors and not open to anyone until the tow truck arrived. I thanked him and returned to my car.

As promised, a tow truck pulled up in behind me, and a man about 6 feet came walking up to my driver's side window. I rolled it down and asked to see some identification, which he promptly showed me and asked me what seemed to be the problem. "I really don't know!" I said as I knew little about the newer models of vehicles. "It started smoking, and this idiot light came on in the dash, so I immediately pulled over here!"

"Well let's have a look and see if it's anything that can be done quickly, if not we'll get you towed to a repair shop and get you settled into a motel or at least find you someplace to stay until the garage can get your car running again." he smiled.

"I'm gonna need a phone to call my company and let them know what happened, and I need to inform my parent's that I won't be home tonight, as they were expecting me to stop by on my way through town." I told him. "No problem, you can use my cell phone, while I'm getting your car to the garage." He again smiled and looking into his deep blue eyes sent an electric shock through my clit and straight into the recesses of my pussy. It made my juices start boiling just being near him; he smelled of grease and oil, combined with a fresh sent of aftershave. As I said he was about 6 feet tall, dark black hair and a body that came straight off the pages of any Harliquin Reader's cover.

The small waist, tight thigh muscles, broad shoulders rippling through his short sleeved workshirt. Enough to make any hot blooded woman's blood reach the boiling point and start the drool collecting at the corner's of your mouth. He helped me to the front seat of the tow truck and hooked my car to the wench and made sure that everything was secure before crawling in the cab of the vehicle behind the wheel. He picked up the microphone on his radio and called into the dispatcher that he was on his way to drop the car off at the mechanic's shop and then to deliver me to the closest hotel, until I heard about my car. We made small talk on the way down the freeway, and I learned that his name was David and he was a local boy, born and raised in the area. He was a joint partner with his father in the tow truck company. He didn't go out much as he was on call all the time; and when not on call, he spent time rebuilding a classic early 60's 'muscle car.' He said the car was his father's high school vehicle, but it had been in an accident, and he had hours left of time to get it road worthy again. It had always been his dream to get it back to mint condition, but until recently, pay had never been enough to start collecting the needed parts.

David dropped me off at the entrance of Motel 6 and gave me the number of the mechanic where he would be towing my car. He asked me if there was anything in the car that I would be needing for tonight or tomorrow, and I said "Yes, I need the small bag that is in the trunk, and my shoes"; as I still had my tennis shoes on from walking to the call box. He grinned as he got out, retrieved the bag, and came around to the passenger side door and helped me out of the truck. I thanked him for helping me, and getting me this far, took the business card with all the necessary numbers, and walked towards the front door of the motel. I turned and waved, smiling as I pulled the front door open and hoped that this wouldn't be the last time that I saw David.

Once I was in the room of the motel, I called David from the number on the business card. "David, this is Lori, the green Toyota you towed. "Oh yes, I left it at the mechanic's shop. He should be calling in about an hour letting you know what is wrong," he said. "Good!" I said. "but the reason I was calling is I wanted to thank you for helping me by buying you dinner! Nothing fancy or anything, just maybe a quick bite or something!" I didn't want to sound anxious, but I really wanted to see him again. I could have swam in his eyes, if nothing else I longed to feel his hard body pressed against mine in an ernest exchange of body fluids.

I had the genuine "hots" for this man, and didn't know how to convey my feelings. I asked David if there was a rental car company close, but he told me that since I was buying dinner he would provide the ride, and he would pick me up and we'd go to a quiet little eatery on the outskirts of town. "See you around 6 or 7?" "Sure, he said, "but I'm on call..so I need to keep my pager on during dinner." "No problem." I lied.

I went through my bag from the trunk and was glad that I had left my clothes from the previous day folded in it. I had a casual pair of slacks and a knit top. It hugged my 38 DD breasts, and my slacks hugged the curve of my butt and hips nicely. I slipped my bare feet back into my heels and pulled my long hair up into a loose pony tail. My body was tight, but not too firm, from my days of working out every evening before going home, but I was beginning to show my 38 years. I never really missed the fact that I didn't get married or have children, but I hoped that David wasn't too young to appreciate our probable 10-year age difference and the fact that I'd taken care of myself.

David went to the office and acquired my room number, and came and knocked on the door, bringing a single red rose. I smiled when he presented it as I opened the door and felt like a giddy teenager being escorted to her first high school dance. David again smiled as he lead me to his father's truck and opened the door like a gentlemen. He had a cd playing smooth songs on, and every once in a while his radio would squelch with the sounds of a call that some other person was stuck on the freeway needing the assistance of a tow truck.