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
I could see him lingering on the subject but he was still not sure of himself... what was going through his mind?“My cleaner is a very experienced lady, you on the other hand are only 25 years old and I don't think you will have much practice ironing shirts. Besides, it would probably take up your entire afternoons, taking hours away from studies. I saw the way you were looking at me which made me think of an alternate proposition” he smirked but not in a demeaning way. It was raunchy and seemed titillating or maybe it was only my imagination but I blushed when he mentioned how shamelessly I was staring at his body.“We could find a very comfortable compromise for you. It's not a maid I'm looking for, it's something more, something to amuse and entertain me.” he continuedI was
I then spread her out on the sofa with the pussy laid out on the wide pillow. I observe her examine her in a lustful way, before I immerse myself in her cunt, licking and sucking on her juices. My queen is somewhat dripping non stop, since her secretions at that juncture flow up to the anal orifice.I open the lube and apply ointment that I had previously applied on it for better lubrication. She counters me with a jolt, I am kneeling in front of her as she traces the clitoris in that fragrant cave, rubbing my tongue and with my lips sipping the fluids ooze from that fissure.She rambles, squirms, raves, squeezes her breasts, grabs and bends the pillow as if she wanted to tear it apart, bends over, writhes, while my cock conquers and subdues her mouth shut. Her outburst is intense and erotic and intoxicating, her pleasure she takes from her is indefinable and indistinct, as she screams unleashing her fantastic, lustful, restrained and dissuaded orgasm.
“You're the one who turns me on.” I tell her as I am moved by a surge of passion towards her.She nods to wait.“When are you going to show me your magic?”“You're about to see it” she says.And with her long-tapered hands, and long nails, she grabs me by the nape of my neck and kisses me. Hard. As if she wanted to possess me. As if to impart her power over me.She starts undressing, slowly, very slowly for me. I look at her abundant and fleshy boobs, lifted and comforted by weakened shoulder pads that press on the shoulders. She has nice bristling, pointy nipples that are free and have the air of being very sensitive.Her movements bewitch and conquer my ravenous thirsty eager gaze. Her hips are no different. With the graceful waist and the massive buttocks, currently surrounded by the thong and highlighted by the unprecedented and brutal vivacity of the color of the yarn, deliberately tight and alm
I wake up the next day with a beautiful sunny day lighting up the room. I immediately expect a visit from a beautiful nurse. Or, more importantly, my beautiful nurse, even though it seems incredible to me since she has already done the night shift.Nobody comes at all. I wait again. No one. Suddenly the handle bends, I wait happily, all excited. An old woman enters, all hunched over and bent over. A non-green, grey uniform, unkempt, white hair.My libido goes completely under my feet. Not what I expected, but never mind, there's breakfast. But even that disappoints me. The old nurse brought me chocolate and tasty things. Now I have a slice of bread and a piece of fruit. Water and a little of coffee.The old nurse is waiting for me to eat in front of her. I do. I look at her, she looks at me. I give her back the plates and I find my self again there waiting for some nice girls coming. Again, I wait patiently. No one comes.So, I go
She who possesses such a fabulous body is performing the sun salutation, or rather the waning sun salutation, a yoga exercise to relax the muscles of the back and legs I remain for several minutes admiring this dance of the ass, enraptured, and I notice the sudden tingling between my legs.I admire the right leg rising from the ground and extending in all its length towards the ceiling of the room. A celestial vision, the crack between her ass cheeks slowly widening, letting me admire the furrow of her cunt in all its splendour.I have my cock throbbing between my fingers and I feel that it is about to explode and in fact I see in the half-light four squirts landing on the fabric wrapping those buttocks. Taken aback, I try to put the rod back in my boxer shorts as it stubbornly does not want to go back in and I hear a rustle of fabric approaching my pram.I remain awkwardly silent when I look her moving like an ancient Greek gymnastic. Though suddenl
I hear the door open and see the usual uniform and her eyes and smile that stand like a lampara in the night on the dark sea, in her hand a basin that I could not see the contents but immobilized I could not help but admire the sinuous movement of her.She approaches the bed, places the basin next to my thigh, takes a gauze and pours a pungent transparent substance that I imagine is disinfectant. She puts on her gloves calmly, takes my cock between her fingers and calmly passes the gauze over my cock, which I feel calmly but tenaciously swelling.I get closer to her with my whole body. I want her. Remembering she didn’t refuse me touching her before, I take the courage and the curiosity to try again.I carelessly bring the tip of my thumb to the edge of the thong that has crept between her labia majora and I start to make small circles between the fabric of the thong and her slit, I certainly expect a handshake or a shout of denial but nothing.
I became the youngest professor in my science department at the University of Port New. You know, physics makes you cynical. It makes you look at the universe without seeing the magic of the talking stars. The celestial spheres that Dante, Shakespeare and the poets of the world have sung about. But only and only masses of gas, burning from miles away. To a physicist, relativity is everything. Especially in the area of relationships. I will never get married. I will never commit to a single person. Why would I do that? After all, there's no way to make two people happy forever. It's crazy. Monogamy is our absurd claim to civilization over nature. So I keep myself a bachelor and happy. In sex - as in love - all that matters to me is the adventure. is the roughness. The secret. The mysterious. The fear. In short, I only react - and get aroused - by strong emotions. Anyway, because I'm very young, I still have all my friends from university and my PhD and tonight, like every Thursday,
Thus, Paul comes closer and closer to me as he says, “You do like Lolita, don’t you?” “I think it's nice.” I say without looking him into his face. “I think it's sexy…” he says. “Yes. I agree.” I say, shyly in a small voice. “I think you are sexy.” He says as he grabs my hips. I moan and I turn to look at him. My face is sighing dripping with desire but because I would love to hold him tight. He looks me in the eyes and kisses me passionately. His erection pressed into my hips. I can feel his tool. It is fucking hard and fucking huge. 3 times John's dick. I am dreaming. He groans and pushes me against the wooden library on the wall. The hit scored my back, but I don't mind. I am aroused by it. My pussy is wet and I am incredibly excited. Paul's hands rake against my heavy breasts and belly and find the damp cleft between my legs. His touch is gentle but decided. Such a better sensation than John's touch. He takes me by the hips and makes me lie on his wooden round table. There
John goes to work. I go to the pool. Outside, in the backyard, I happen to throw a quick glance towards Paul's house. Closed. But that's not important. It happens. It's none of my business. I'm sunbathing and I hear some noise on Paul's driveway. It's none of my business.Then a female voice. After a second two female voices. I turn around and see that two girls are both kissing John. Man, what a scene. The girls are hot. Well dressed. They inspire passion inside me too.Paul intrigues me more and more. I am forced to admit I am desperately attracted to him myself. I find myself surreptitiously watching those two girls laughingly walk out of his house and wondering 'who knows what they feel after those intense long dirty sessions'. I wonder what happened. Phew. How hot it is. I leave the pool and get ready to go shopping. I pull out a long green summer dress to mid-calf and white heels. I am ready.Everyone at the market is as nice as ever and so I m
I run upstairs and repeat the outfit I had already worn earlier. But it occurs to me that in my hurry I forgot to change my underwear. I like to change them everytime I dress for hygiene reasons. So I undress completely, in a hurry, without thinking.When I turn towards the window, completely naked, I realise I haven't closed the curtains and for a second (which seems a very long time) I meet Paul's distant gaze. Shit! I immediately pull the covers and quickly change. I put on my blue silk dress and walk down the stairs, realising that I was all soaking wet.I was excited and I was sure about John. It's obvious. It's normal. We're probably going to have one of those special nights. I walk up to him in the hall, dressed like this, and see him smiling at me. I sit down to dinner and finish what I was eating, but get up to serve him ice cream. When I bring it to him, John stands up and starts to take off my dress. He slowly pulls it off me.Then, he tel