“Because I have always been fond of you for a very very long time!” He says, slamming his hands on the kitchen table with a virile, shocking force. Surprisingly that noise along with his confession gets me all wet. I feel like I want to be spanked, by those large hands.
Provoked Zac looks at me, confronting, “We didn't talk about that night…”
My nerves tingle at the thought of that sultry night. Bunching my eyebrows I probe, “About which night?” What is there to talk about?”
Irate and impatient, he exclaims, “What we did Haley…”
I was not sure I wanted to be vulnerable in front of him so I counter questioned him asking, “What did we do?”
Sighing, he unbuttons his shirt one by one and takes it right off to reveal those perfect washboard abs. He opens the fridge, pulls out a beer, uncorking it, not taking his eyes off me for one second.
Shifting my weight I babble, “Come on, Zac, stop it! You just saved me! I can tell you're a good person! But I am not…” I stop talking midway nervously as he walks up to me bare-chested with that sly look on his face drawling, “Well, I liked what happened the other night, didn’t you?”
I remain silent. He sucks on the beer can. I see his red lips moisten, my core dripping wet with desire, wanting to go back into his arms.
“And I bet you wanted more too...But in your usual cold bitchy way, you left me there all alone in the morning.”
“But…” I protest, my eyes widening at his sheer confidence.
“Let it go” I finally manage to get the words out. I did not want to start something again that I couldn’t finish.
He looks at me without batting an eye-lid demanding, “No, I don't want to leave it. I want to talk about it. I really can't pretend like nothing ever happened. Did you like what we did?”
His thumb tilts my chin, noticing my cheeks turning red, “Did you?” He chuckles, coming even closer, leaning lightly on me. I could feel his giant cock swell against my hips.
“You know... I want you, Haley.” He says as he inhales my hair, breathing against my ears before sucking gently on the ear lobe. I feel an incredible urge to taste him again. This time not drunk. But wide awake, in lust, taken by him. Before I know it, big, gnarled hands gently cup my face as he comes even closer, licking the corner of my lower lip, outlining my mouth before delving in for a deep, sensual kiss. I collapse into his arms surrendering myself completely to him, my inhibitions melting away. I kick off my shoes and he promptly lifts me in his arms, carrying me onto the living room table. He strips me of my flimsy cropped t-shirt in a second. He admires my delicate lace bra before unclasping it.
I feel shy and hug him. Kissing my forehead he whispers words of encouragement, how beautiful I looked. Then he starts unbuckling my jeans. He pulls them off, slowly leans over me as he winks, “This guy is heading down under”
I gulp and watch him dive his face into my wet pussy, ready to suck it passionately. The moment his tongue touches the delicate folds I gasp and scream wanting more... I never expected to be so intimate with Zac. He licks like a naughty cat, tickling my clit furiously while sucking all the juices. I yield in completely, trembling as I experience a strong orgasm...He stops allowing me to catch my breath, while he undresses. Tossing his underwear aside, he massages his thick dick dripping with precum and gently slips his huge cock in, with all his weight on me. I let out a cry. He covers my mouth with his, kissing me, and starts moving slowly as he settles in.
“Hmmm, you’re so soft...welcoming me with all your warmth…” he groans, admiring my lithe naked body rhythmically moving along with his muscled physique.
“Ahhh ahhhh and I love your cock Zac...ahhh God, it's so huge…” I moan, panting on the brink of ecstasy.
He kneads and kisses my breast, sucking on each nipple generously as he penetrates me even deeper. I tilt my head back as I breathe more and more heavily. I couldn’t help but admire his sheer strength as he pushed deeper and deeper into my core trying to make me come. Our breaths were coordinated and the rhythm was beyond perfect.
“Ohhhhh don't stop, Zac! Keep going!” I encourage him, making purring sexy sounds.
“Ah, I'm not stopping anytime soon...Haley...My dick will ride you all night...Man, I like you talking dirty!!!” he chuckles, thrusting even harder.
“Ah, ah, ah…Yes yes, fuck me, Zac, fuck me, baby!!”
I could feel his hands all over my body. I got wetter and wetter imagining how I'm going to make him come with my feet watching him shoot all his cum all over me...delicious!!
He grips firmly against the table as he pushes against me again and again and again. I take his hand and start licking his fingers slowly, one by one, he lets out a groan. I thrust his middle finger up and down in my mouth, just as he entered me again. Suddenly he pulls out...I groan ready to complain...BUT...He grabs and lifts me as though I was as light as a feather, makes me lean against the couch at ninety degrees.
I did not expect his sudden move to change our position and get all excited. I move my butt sensuously to titillate him, he kneads my ass cheeks, parting them firmly before he shoves his tool into me.
“Ahhhh, Zaccc!!” I scream out loud as he fills himself completely inside me.
“I love riding you like this, my priced pony!” he chuckles slapping me on my butt
I laugh squealing, “Stop talking and ride me harder..hmmm...”
He hugs me from behind and starts slamming hard onto me, simultaneously stimulating my clit. He leans against my back with his shoulders wrapped like a warm blanket around me.
Pleasure fills my core as his big cock grazes the wall of my wet cunt, penetrating it slowly tickling the tip. It felt as though he was trying to understand my body more. I could feel his breathing getting all the more laboured. I sure was making him work all night.
Sighing deeply, he moans, “I like you like this baby”
Stretching my neck like a cat I meow, “Ahhh! Like this, how?”
He lets out a throaty laugh teasing, “Hmmm you naughty girl, you know how, you're beautiful while you're enjoying it!”
He moistens his fingers and starts to stimulate me more and then some more. My mind drowns with ripples of pleasure losing all sense of rationale, giving in to my carnal instincts. One hand was inside my cunt, the other on my breasts, and the man I least thought I would like is now there inside me. Ready to give me what I want, when I want. He was watching me enjoy myself, wanting to see me. To top it all, he called me beautiful!!
I feel my pores open to his breath as he slowly places a hand on my ass. He starts touching it gently as I was slowly knowing him to be. I feel tingles on my skin as he slams into me, his hand holding my ass steady. He wants me. I could feel it. I'm bent over doggy-style for him gasping for air screaming, his name, feeling his breath, his lips, his body, all in one image. Suddenly I feel that warmth rising, that satisfaction that has already made me sweat. Yes. I know that's it.
He continues to stimulate me as he holds me by the hair and says, “That's my girl, hmmm beautiful, yes, yes... I have always wanted you.. You’re much more than what I had dreamt of”
My moans grow louder, exploding into a scream of pure contentment, satisfaction, endless enjoyment as I had never experienced before. What a fuck, what a fuck yessss!!He holds me close as I cum, embracing me. Nobody had ever looked at me before the way he did now, as though he really wanted me to be with him. His arms felt safe, like home. It’s like that feeling of being really wanted and loved for the very first time. He holds me close and kisses me, but I don't give him a second.Winking at him I snicker, “Guess what, it’s payback time!” I turn around and bend over kissing his thighs, grazing the inner area. “Ohh baby” he moans, holding me by the head. I moisten him well, licking his balls, the tip of his penis, suckling, bathing him in saliva as he lies down on the couch. I take my black heels and place them in his hands.
I used to work hard when I was younger. Now I am in my late 40s, a bit mature but still, a cool, rich, handsome man as the ladies say. Nowadays I work in the UK, as an Acquisition Manager, but I had to do a quite hard career in the past. I started accounting in the Netherlands and I came here, travelling from Dubai, to Singapore, to Chicago, too, and so on.My lovely wife has spent our married life the easy way, choosing to be a homemaker, here in the UK. She is still beautiful, always well-dressed, always perfect. I call her my blonde, blue-eyed Barbie. Thanks to my money, she buys herself all the jewels, bags, dresses, shoes, she wants. While I am away, she might have had her share of affairs as well because her phone is constantly ringing. I once accidentally found her sexting not one but three men through Tinder!! Wives…After a p
As I feel her ambered skin under my hand I want to take her then and there. Her cheeks become red, she smiles shyly, flinching and clears her throat after I apologize, saying “no problem, That’s ok”. Her voice was profound although a bit hoarse with desire. I badly wanted to hear her screaming in bed as I pounded her but perhaps I must stop fantasizing and have control over myself. I was her boss after all and wouldn’t want her to view me as some kind of pervert.When we arrived at the Viceroy hotel in downtown Chicago, I could see Greg flirting with her saying how thrilled he was because their rooms are close together, maybe in the evening he could drop by to have a chat. She smiles politely in return saying nothing. That's how she was..kind... Did she smile out of politeness when I touched her?? My ego was crushed and confused. We each go to our rooms to rest before the evening ba
Today we have an important presentation with our numero uno clients. I am sure all the guys must have woken up hungover. I hoped they had drunk enough water the night before so as not to get a headache. But I honestly don’t care about them as long as they perform and don’t mess up the presentation. My mind wanders to Ellie, I hope she is alright, should I drop by her room and check on her?As soon as I leave my room, I find a basket of flowers with "SORRY'' written on it, signed by Ellie. I'm sure she must have realised what happened last night. I meet her in the lounge and see that she is mortified to see me. I approach her and enquire to see if she’s feeling better and put her mind at ease explaining that she had nothing to worry about. It was a fun night. Besides those flowers were lovely and her apology had been accepted.But
I arrive early the next morning in the office to see Greg, Richard and Luke chatting over coffee. We exchange pleasantries and discuss some business details. I have a series of important meetings today and can’t afford to be distracted. Aas I'm preparing in my private office for the talk I'll have in two hours, Ellie walks past me in a dizzyingly short black skirt. She has to be punished for solely wearing them. If she bends even the slightest without arching her back everyone shall be able to see everything. Thank God she has chosen to wear a full-sleeved buttoned-up baby pink shirt and black stilettos.My cock starts to grow slowly from within my pants again. But I don't have time to satisfy its thirst now, so I have to focus on this meeting. With iron resolve, I start rehearsing the talk when she walks into my office to make sure that everything is in order. She looks me straig
She takes my hand and starts kissing my fingers, one by one. Slowly, she takes my middle finger and sucks it completely holding my gaze. I tell her to stop, grab her by the arms, she throws her head back, soft at my touch and I plant a kiss on her neck sighing, inhaling her perfume. At that moment we hear voices in the room next door. Incidentally, the damn Director was still having a business meeting with four other subordinates. I signal her to be quiet. We have to hide. They will fire us instantly if they catch us being promiscuous in the workplace. It was well known that the Director has been cheated on by his wife precisely because of a workplace snag, which is why he fires anyone caught flirting at work.We have to stay hidden in the printer room and hope not to be seen. We lock ourselves in a little corner behind the copy machine. Ellie is in front of me now, she boldly turns aro
Spotting everybody leaving finally, I grab her inside the coffee room to make sure she’s alright.“I saw what happened, I'm really sorry Ellie!” I reply gently, rubbing her back to comfort her.“Don’t be, he will not dare to mess with me again!” she responds, surprising me. I always thought she was a nervous little shy girl but watching this side of her was equally attractive.“Now let’s finish what we started” she brazenly grabs my member, stroking it like a bad girl.“But...Ellie, we might get into trouble again!” I weakly protest, unable to keep resisting what was being laid out for me.“Hmmmm I’m still so thirsty, please Sir?&rdquo
I am an American student of art history. The Renaissance is the era that fascinates me the most. I don't think I can think of anything more magical, more perfect. My name is Isabella. People address me as “The Mediterranean princess” because of my descent. I have long, curly black hair and dark eyes. People do often tend to get intimidated because I'm tall and thin, and have rather generous breasts inherited from my grandmother's genes who was also a buxom Italian woman. At the moment, I am single because I have my reasons. I don't wish to spend much time thinking about boys. Career is my point of focus right now. I'm all about studying history, what the past has to teach and tell. Reconstructing the extraordinary lives of extraordinary artists. I don't like normal things. Just as I don't like adapting, bending to a bad situation. That might be because I was raised to develop my own sense o