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Kelly had checked in to her hotel, but she hadn't even bothered to go to the room before plopping on a stool at the hotel bar. The train ride had been long. Her job was demanding. Her family life was good for the most part, but if she were honest she'd admit a short break wasn't the worst thing in the world.
She was tired, and it was all a little overwhelming. She decided a gin and tonic would help clear her mind—or at least relax it.
She had just motioned the bartender for a refill when an older man slid on to the stool next to her.
"I'll pick up the next round for the young lady here," he offered while gesturing to the bartender. Kelly glanced at him to refuse the offer, but then did a double-take when she recognized the voice.
"Mr. Cunningham?" she blurted. "Oh my god, is that you?"
"Hi Kelly," the man grinned. "I thought that was you. Please, call me Andrew."
In an instant, Kelly's mind was transported back to high school. Her mind flashed with an image of Mr. Cunningham as she had last seen him: in his late thirties, fit, his brown hair tussled on top of a kind face. His loosened tie and easy smile showcasing his easygoing demeanor—he looked like someone she would want to get to know.
And oh, how 18-year-old Kelly had wanted to get to know him...
"What brings you to this part of the world?"
Mr. Cunningham's question snapped Kelly back into present day.
"Oh, just work," Kelly responded. She absentmindedly played with the straw in her drink between her fingers.
As they talked, Kelly examined her former teacher. The years were evident, but for the most part they'd been kind. He still had the same tussled hair, but now distinguished grey intruded on his temples. He still had the same fit build. And the same easy smile.
"You got hitched, did you?" Mr. Cunningham again brought her back into the conversation. He was looking at the ring on her finger.
"Oh, yeah, a few years ago. We have a kid and everything," she responded.
"I wasn't sure you'd settle down," he teased. "I also have a son, born just a couple of years after you graduated."
They smiled at each other while they sipped their drinks.
"I can't believe the coincidence of us both being here," Mr. Cunningham marveled. "I mean, I haven't seen you since… well, since…"
"Yeah..." Kelly acknowledged, and a memory once again flooded her mind.
Kelly's senior year, Mr. Cunningham had asked Kelly and her friend to help out with a project after school. Kelly was one of his favorite students, and it showed. After finishing the project, Kelly's friend had left while Mr. Cunningham had been in a departmental meeting; when he returned to the room, he found the finished project and young Kelly both sitting on his desk. Her legs were crossed, the school uniform skirt exposing just enough thigh to tease the imagination of most men she came across.
Mr. Cunningham had been one of those men. After assessing the situation, he closed the door behind him and strode over to his young student. He stood close enough that she grabbed the tip of his tie, flipping it in her fingers and slowly pulling him closer.
He didn't have to say anything; the look on his face was all the evidence she needed that he wanted her.
Kelly parted her legs as their bodies were soon just inches apart. She continued to reel him in using his tie, and he brushed a strand of hair from her face and cupped her cheek in his hand.
When their lips had met, it was like fireworks had gone off in her body. It wasn't a rough kiss, but it was a deep and passionate one. His tongue gently probed her mouth and moved with hers. She could feel his desire for her in he rhythm of his shallow breaths.
But suddenly, he pulled away.
"Kelly," he had sighed. "I'm sorry. I can't."
"Yes, you can," she had whispered. "I want it." She bit her lip and subtly pushed out her chest. "I think you want it, too."
"I do," he admitted, taking a few steps back now. "But I'm married. And you're my student. They'll fire me if they find out."
"Fine, whatever." Spurned, Kelly had grabbed her bag and stormed out the door. She pretended not to hear Mr. Cunningham calling after her as she slammed the classroom door behind her.
She skipped the final days of class, her grade long-ago assured to be a top mark due to the quality of her work. She heard Mr. Cunningham had called in sick for the rest of that week, as well. Neither of them had wanted to confront what had happened in the classroom that day. She graduated and hadn't seen him in more than 15 years.
"Well," Mr. Cunningham broke the silence at the hotel bar. "I'm glad you're doing well." He glanced at the bags. "When do you leave?"
"Actually, I just got here," Kelly shrugged. "I just needed a drink."
"I hear that," Mr. Cunningham laughed.
The pleasant conversation continued until Kelly's second drink had been exhausted. She excused herself and rose to leave, but her foot caught and she stumbled off of the stool. It was at that moment that she realized she hadn't had anything to eat, and the gin had a larger effect on her than she realized.
"Woah, there, are you okay?" Mr. Cunningham laughed. He reached out and grabbed her arm to steady her.
"Oh, yes, I'm just clumsy," Kelly blushed. They locked eyes and she smiled.
"The least I can do is help you get your bags to your room," Mr. Cunningham kindly offered. Kelly was fully on her feet, but his hand hadn't left her arm. She liked the way his fingers felt on her skin, and she felt a jolt of electricity as her heart quickened.
She composed herself as best she could. "That would be lovely, thank you." She handed him a bag and they walked toward the elevator.
After they entered, Kelly leaned forward to push the button for her floor. In the mirror finish of the elevator's interior, she caught the unmistakable sight of Mr. Cunningham staring at her ass.
As the doors closed, Kelly grinned.
* * *
Kelly swiped her keycard and opened the door to her hotel room. Behind her, Mr. Cunningham toted her bags. Kelly inspected the room and a mischievous grin spread across her face.
"It was about like this, right?" Kelly asked, innocently.
"Huh?" Mr. Cunningham's confusion was clear on his face and in his tone.
"I mean, the last time we saw each other." Kelly walked to the room's desk — a far cry from a school teacher's, but it would have to do. "I was sitting here…"
Kelly turned around to face him, hoisting herself onto the desk so her legs were crossed and dangling over the edge.
"…and you were by the door over there." Kelly gripped the edge of the desk, awaiting his reaction.
The two of them locked eyes. Kelly recognized the look on his face: the glint in his eye, the subtle parting of the lips. It was the same look he had given her all those years ago, in his classroom.
Him, by the door. Her, on the desk.
Just the two of them, alone.
In a flash, they were on each other. Mr. Cunningham leaned down and kissed her, his right hand tenderly cupping her cheek and his left hand firmly gripping her right side.
It was just like before. Only this time, there would be no stopping, no backing down.
Kelly's hands roamed his torso, feeling his muscular physique under his dress shirt. Meanwhile, Mr. Cunningham's lips planted kisses under her ear and down her neck.
As Kelly savored the feeling of his hot breath on her skin, she felt him quickly undoing the buttons of her blouse. His kisses trailed to her breasts, taking advantage of the newly exposed skin.
Kelly opened her legs wider and pulled his body closer to hers. She could feel his hardness through his trousers and her panties. She made small motions with her hips as he pulled her blouse and then her bra off of her body.
Satisfied with his partner's current state of undress, at least for now, Mr. Cunningham turned his attention back to her body. He kissed her breasts and teased her nipples before rising to meet her mouth once again.
As they kissed, Kelly felt Mr. Cunningham pry her shoes off of her feet. His hands didn't leave her feet, at least not immediately, and his fingertips traced gently up her legs to her knees and underneath her skirt.
She felt him sigh in anticipation as a single finger traced over her panties, soaked with her arousal. He repeated the motion, drawing his finger over the wet fabric along the length of her slit. Then she felt his whole hand cup between her legs, and he pressed the heel of his palm into her clit.
"Mmmhmm," she moaned involuntarily, her lips and tongue still swirling with his. She squirmed gently, encouraging his touch. His hand was getting wet through the fabric, and the smell of her arousal filled the room.
"Good girl," he encouraged. With that, he moved his other hand under her skirt and hooked the waistband of her panties with each thumb. Kelly was sorry to have his hand move from between her legs, but she adjusted herself to allow him to pull her panties over her knees.
Kelly now sat on the desk, her skirt hiked up and her panties on the floor. The cool hotel air felt like ice against her fiery, exposed sex, and she ached to feel his touch again.
But her older lover was in no hurry. Instead, she found herself filled with a combination of frustration and complete arousal as he slowly — every so slowly — trailed a line of wet kisses up and down her inner thighs.
Kelly shuddered and gasped as she finally felt Mr. Cunningham's flattened tongue press against her labia, sliding up and down her soaked slit. Her lower lips parted slightly as his tongue pushed against her, yielding to the pressure of his mouth and tongue.
"You taste so good, Kelly." He aspirated his words so that she could feel his breath on her exposed pussy. He smacked his lips, savoring the flavor of her juices as they coated his mouth.
He leaned back in and licked her again, and then again. Kelly's hands instinctively found the top of his head, which bobbed up and down as his tongue traced the length of her aching hole. Her fingers intwined in his hair, feeling his movement as the ecstasy built inside her.
"Mmm…" Kelly purred softly as she concentrated on the sensations of her body. His tongue and lips continued their rhythmic pressure between her legs.
Mr. Cunningham pulled her hips toward his mouth, pressing his nose into her wet folds. He relished the scent of her sex as it filled his nostrils. He sighed in a mixture of contentment and arousal as he continued his rhythmic licking, now pushing his tongue just a little bit deeper between her lower lips.
Kelly felt a flood of raw sexual energy building between her legs and in the pit of her stomach, yearning for release, as if she was a dam about to burst. Her hips bucked against his rhythm, and she gasped each time her former teacher's nose brushed her sensitive clit.
She was so close. But she wanted more.
"Come here," she insisted, not so gently pulling his hair upwards. Mr. Cunningham got in one final lick of Kelly's clit before rising to meet her at eye level.
His mouth glistened with her wet arousal, and she taste herself on his lips and tongue as they met in another kiss.
As their mouths and tongues moved together, she pawed at his belt and fly—and the fully hardened bulge in his pants. He got the hint, unbuckling his leather belt, unzipping his pants, and letting his jeans fall to the floor. She hooked the waistband of his boxer briefs with her thumbs and pulled them down. His thick cock sprang to attention.
Kelly wrapped her fingers around his member, getting a feel for its size and girth. As she pumped it in her hand, she was transported back to her days in school. She thought of how much she wished she had been able to take his cock in her hand back then, to make him feel good, to show him that she was grown up enough to handle a grown man like him...
15 years later, she'd finally get her chance. Still sitting on the desk, Kelly gently pulled his member toward her exposed sex. The precum dripping from the head of his cock mixed with her juices and his saliva as the tip of his manhood slid over her warm hole.
Kelly broke their kiss and used her fingers to press his cock between her lower lips. The two looked deep into each other's eyes and Kelly nodded slightly. She was ready.
Mr. Cunningham pushed his hips forward. Given Kelly's arousal, his thick cock easily pierced her slit and their hips were soon together. They both gasped, Kelly feeling an incredible sense of fullness and Mr. Cunningham lost in the unspeakable pleasure that flooded him as he buried himself between her legs.
"Oh, fuck," Mr. Cunningham moaned before kissing her again. His hips retreated, leaving Kelly feeling empty, before quickly crashing into her and filling her once again.
Their bodies moved together, her legs wrapped around him as she felt his full girth plunge in and out of her pussy. She gripped the edge of the desk to brace herself as his thrusts grew more strident. He leaned his forehead on her shoulder as he thrust into her.
"Mmm, Kelly, you feel so good," he mustered. She whimpered her agreement in response.
Eventually, his thrusts slowed. Holding himself inside her, Mr. Cunningham kissed Kelly deeply. She rotated her hips, savoring the hard manhood that was deep inside her body.
"I want to have you in bed, Kelly," Mr. Cunningham whispered. With that, he withdrew himself from her body and helped Kelly down.
Kelly's knees wobbled as she got off the desk. "I won't be needing this anymore," she laughed as she motioned to pull her skirt from her body. Mr. Cunningham's strong hands stopped her.
"No, please, leave it on," he requested.
"Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Cunningham," she curtsied sarcastically.
Mr. Cunningham pulled her toward the bed. He laid on his back, beckoning Kelly to straddle him.
Kelly wrapped her fingers around his slick, hard member and lined it up with her entrance once again. Wasting no time, she began to lower herself on to him.
Mr. Cunningham looked down as Kelly let go of his cock. His view was blocked by her skirt, but he felt himself disappear deep into her welcoming, fleshy folds.
"Oh... my God…" Mr. Cunningham stammered, throwing his head back in pleasure as Kelly moved her hips on top of him. Kelly barely heard him, lost in her own pleasure. She braced one hand on his chest as she rode him.
After Kelly built her rhythm, Mr. Cunningham wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss. Her hips never let up as their tongues swirled together, and Mr. Cunningham knew the pleasure would soon overtake him.
Kelly sat up again, now bracing both hands on his chest as she bucked on top of him. Mr. Cunningham slid a hand between her legs, working his thumb over her clit in time with her rhythm. Kelly gasped as her orgasm built within her.
"Yes, baby," Mr. Cunningham encouraged in an urgent whisper. "Please, I want you to cum for me."
"Mr. Cunningham…" Kelly moaned, weakly. "Oh, you're going to make me... Mr. Cunningham… Oh… OH..."
Kelly collapsed on top of him as she came. Mr. Cunningham caught her and pulled her tight, kissing her warm, soft lips. He thrust his hips up to bury himself deep inside her quivering snatch.
The feeling of his former student's orgasm was enough to set Mr. Cunningham over the edge. Grunting, he held himself inside her as his cock spasmed hard and sent a thick rope of semen into Kelly's welcoming depths. Another hard contraction sent even more of his seed splashing against her cervix. He didn't lower his hips until his full load had been deposited deep within her.
Their two bodies heaved as they tried to catch their breath and come to their senses. Kelly could feel a small portion of Mr. Cunningham's load leak out of her throbbing, satisfied pussy; the rest, she knew, was still deep inside her.
"That… was incredible," Mr. Cunningham sighed, pulling her tight as she snuggled into his side.
"I guess some things are worth the wait," she whispered, thinking that maybe this trip wasn't going to be so bad after all.
Abby heard her own voice say the words to her husband on the phone, but her mind was elsewhere. She didn't even hear what his reply was—something about how he missed her. She couldn't focus.
Abby tried to concentrate, but she stood no chance as Kevin's lips planted soft kisses on her shoulder. She felt his fingers sliding up under the hemline of her skirt. His other hand was finishing unbuttoning her professional white blouse, which soon fell open to partially expose a small glimpse of her lacy, white bra.
And, of course, there was his hardening bulge pressed against her panties as she straddled him in the backseat of her car.
"Yeah, I know it's been happening a lot. But I'll be home before too long." Abby managed to compose herself, if only briefly. "I promise."
Kevin's mouth trailed kisses and licks from her shoulder to her collar bone. He pulled her blouse over her shoulders as his mouth continued its journey to the top of her breasts.
"What? No, that must just be a funny connection, I'm fine, no one's here," Abby insisted. "I mean, people are here, I'm just working." She swatted at Kevin, begging for him to pause, just for a second, just long enough for her to get her husband off the phone.
Kevin was not to be deterred. Abby felt his lustful breath on her neck while his firm but gentle fingers ran behind her back to unclasp her bra.
Kevin freed her breasts just as the call wrapped up—all Kevin could hear was a Abby's quick, "Okay. I love you, too." She tossed the phone into the driver's seat of the car and turned her attention back to Kevin.
"Jesus, Kevin, you're cra—oooh." Abby's attempt to chastise her lover was quickly interrupted by the feeling of his warm and wet lips enveloping her nipple. He gently tugged on it with his front teeth as she purred a breathy moan into his ear.
"Oh, Kevin…"
* * *
Earlier that day, their bodies pressed against each other in the elevator, tongues swirling, as the car raced toward their office on the top floor. As they kissed, fondled and grasped each other, they both wish the damn thing would slow down and give them more time.
Two weeks. It had been two weeks of illicit kissing, usually arranged via flimsy excuses to take elevator rides together.
Two weeks of knowing glances in meetings. Two weeks of inappropriate text messages. Two weeks of fantasizing about a chance to spend just one night together.
In other words, two weeks of pure desperation.
The elevator was approaching their floor. Abby broke their kiss, leaning her forehead against his.
"Let me drive you home tonight," Abby whispered between kisses. "We can get some privacy on the way home. This isn't enough for me."
Kevin responded without thinking. "What about David?"
Abby recoiled at hearing her husband's name while entangled with Kevin. She shot back, "Well, what about Beth?"
Kevin took a deep breath. Talking about each other’s spouses was a bad idea. "That's what I'm saying. This isn't easy. This is already the most selfish thing I've ever done. And if we take it further…"
"I know…" Abby trailed off, looking at the floor before catching Kevin's gaze once again. "But we both want it so much."
"So much." Kevin licked his lips at the prospect of what was to come. "I want all of you."
"And I want all of you," Abby purred. She stepped forward and cupped his crotch in her hands. She smiled as she felt his stiff cock through his pants. "Every. Single. Inch…"
Kevin's eyes rolled back and let out a soft moan at her touch.
"I love your little moans," Abby giggled as she leaned in to kiss him again. She wanted nothing more than the elevator to get stuck, for this to never end. She cherished the feeling of his lips on hers, the touch his hands on her waist, and the feeling of his stiff manhood in her fingers, twitching with potential and anticipation of what was to come.
The telltale chime of the elevator reaching its destination rang out, hitting the two conspirators like of a ton of bricks. By the time the doors opened to the company's lobby, they were standing in opposite corners of the elevator, innocently looking at their phones.
Abby composed a text message as she walked to her desk: "I'll come by your desk after work to pick you up. Who knows, maybe we won't be any good together. And then we'll have it out of our system."
"Yeah, maybe we won't be good together," Kevin responded. He hardly paused before sending a second message: "But I doubt it."
* * *
In the backseat of her SUV, parked on an anonymous suburban street between the office and Kevin's house, Abby enjoyed the feeling of Kevin's warm, wet lips dancing around her nipples. His hands ran under her unbuttoned blouse, resting on her hips as she ground her crotch into his obvious erection.
Abby's thoughts briefly flashed to her husband at home, waiting for her. And his wife at home, waiting for him.
They were both going to have to keep waiting. Kevin brought her back into the moment when his teeth lightly grazed her right nipple. His mouth moved to her left breast as she began to fumble with his belt. Just a few moments later, Abby reached into his pants and pulled out his cock.
Abby smiled triumphantly. "I've been waiting for this," she whispered into his ear. "I've been waiting for this for too damn long."
Kevin groaned softly as he felt her fingers wrap around his shaft. She pumped once, then again, getting a feel for his length and girth in her hands.
"And you're a little excited too, aren't you?" Abby teased, sliding her thumb over the precum that oozed from the tip of his hard dick. Kevin's sheepish smile turned into a look of ecstasy as she used her thumb to coat the head of his dick in his own natural lubrication.
With his cock now free, she lowered her hips again and moved her hand to his balls, feeling their weight in her fingers. He felt the underside of his cock rub against her lacy panties as she began to grind against him.
Kevin's hot breath moved from her breast to her neck and then back to her lips. He moaned in pleasure as their tongues danced together and his cock rubbed against her panties.
"Ooooh, Abby…" Kevin's voice was a breathy whisper at this point. "Your body… I love how you move."
Abby kept her rhythm, mercilessly rubbing herself against his engorged cock. She loved how Kevin's body responded to hers—how clearly and deeply he wanted her. It felt so good to be desired.
Kevin's hands traced up along her thighs and under the hemline of her skirt. He brought an index finger to the crotch of her panties and felt the wetness that had saturated the fabric.
"We need to lose these," Kevin finally whispered, tugging at the waistband of her panties.
"Jesus, I thought you'd never ask." Abby put her weight on her right knee and swung her left leg around. She sat on the bench seat next to Kevin, peeled off her soaked underwear, and tossed it on the floor mat next to them.
In a flash, she was straddling him again. But this time, not even a thin lacy fabric was separating his erect cock and her hungry, wet pussy. As the couple met in another kiss, his cock head brushed against her exposed sex, slick with her arousal.
The feeling of her warmth and desire on the tip of his penis was enough to elicit yet another soft moan from Kevin's lips. He unconsciously raised his hips slightly, causing the underside of his head to brush against her pussy lips once more. In this way, they moved together until his cock was covered in her intoxicating lubrication.
Kevin tugged on her ear lobes with his teeth. "Oh, baby, I want you so bad…"
Abby couldn't take it anymore. She moved her right hand down to grasp the base of his hard, glistening cock. She held it steady and lined it up with her yearning entrance.
The kissing stopped. They locked eyes.
"Are you sure?" Kevin asked. He knew the answer. But it seemed right to ask, given what was about to happen.
Abby nodded her head. "Absolutely."
Kevin's slick cock easily split Abby's hungry lips as she lowered herself on to him. The two lovers gasped in unison, both in recognition of the pleasure they felt and the final betrayal they'd perpetrated against the people waiting for each of them at home.
The first few thrusts were a little awkward, but it didn't take long for them to find a rhythm. Still straddling him, Abby raised herself up and then lowered herself down, feeling his hard cock split her lips and push deeper into her with each thrust. He met her hips with his own, straining to penetrate as deep as possible into her warm, wet hole.
Kevin tasted every part of Abby's body he could reach as their bodies moved together. Then he slide his hand under her skirt, settling between her legs. His thumb soon found her clit, and he brushed it in rhythm to their thrusting.
Abby and Kevin were lost in each other. Nothing in the world outside of Abby's car could have distracted them as they moved together in ecstatic unison.
Abby leaned back. Her eyes widened and mouth gaped slightly open.
"Oh… my… oh… Kevin…"
"That's it, baby," Kevin whispered. "I want for you to cum... for you to feel how you deserve to feel."
"Oh, Kevin…" Abby bit her lip and grunted, her forehead leaning on Kevin’s shoulder. Kevin felt the rhythm of her hips falter, so he thrust up into her as the wave of her orgasm crashed through her mind, body and spirit.
"That's it, baby," Kevin encouraged. He pushed up into her with slow, deep thrusts as she regained her composure.
Abby took a few deep, heaving breaths, relishing the final pulses of her orgasm and basking in the feeling of fullness as Kevin buried his manhood deep into her once again.
Abby kissed his shoulder and then brought her flushed face up to his ear. "Now I want you to cum for me," she cooed in a soft whisper.
With that, she took control once more. Her hips resumed their motion, with a quickening pace. Before long, she heard his breath quicken and grow shallow. His kisses grew more reckless. He was losing control.
Abby leaned her forehead against his, their eyes just inches apart. "Make me yours. At least for tonight, I want to be yours," she purred as they continued to rock together.
"Abby… baby…" Kevin trailed off, but his message was clear. His desperate attempt to hold back — to stretch these moments for as long as possible — was about to come to an end.
"That's it, baby, give me what's mine," Abby pleaded. "Let it go. Let it all go for me."
Kevin was gasping for breath as he reached the point of no return. Both of his hands moved to Abby's shoulders, holding her down as he thrust up into her one final time.
"Ohmygod," Kevin moaned, his straining cock bottoming out in Abby's welcoming snatch. Then she felt it: the unmistakable feeling of a pulsing cock unloading inside her.
Kevin finally regained his senses and pulled Abby in for a deep kiss.
"Well…" Abby stated, trying to stifle a grin. "I think we're good together."
"No shit," Kevin gasped, still catching his breath as his twitching cock marinated inside her.
They kissed again. And again. Abby's phone broke the silence, buzzing in the front seat. It was almost certainly David, wanting an update on her arrival. She instinctively started to pull away from Kevin to answer the call.
"Hold on," Kevin whispered, gently holding her hips in place. "Let's stay together, just like this. Just a little longer."
The phone buzzed three more times, then went silent.
Abby rested her head on his shoulder and sighed contentedly. "Okay, my love. I'm not going anywhere."
The soft morning sunlight draws you out of your peaceful slumber. Before even opening your eyes, you draw a deep breath and take a moment to soak in the feeling of utter relaxation and contentment you feel snuggled in your bed.
You roll on to your side and open your eyes. Next to you, you see him still sleeping. The morning light highlights the subtle rise and fall of the covers while he breathes in his sleep.
You almost feel guilty for disturbing him, but you can't help it. As you move his direction, he sleepily moves his arm and you snuggle up against his side. You rest your head on his shoulder and your arm on his bare chest.
"Good morning," you whisper, nuzzling his stubble with your nose and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.
"Mmm…" he sighs, relaxed and content. His eyes still closed, he pulls you closer, holding you tight and wrapping you in his quiet strength. You feel his fingertips trace light arcs across your lower back, over the oversize cotton t-shirt you'd worn to bed.
Matching the movements of his hand on your back, you begin to draw your fingers over his chest. First small arcs, then wider circles. They find their way to his lower rib cage as you plant kisses on his neck and under his ear.
Your head on his shoulder, you can feel a change in his breath as your fingertips venture lower, down past his abs. Encouraged by the softest of moans, you continue to draw your fingers down past his belly button and to the waist band of his boxer briefs.
You don't stop there. First one finger, then two, trace the length of his hardening bulge. You smile as his hips squirm slightly, enjoying the effect you have on his body. You stroke him again, and then once more. Before long, his erect cock is straining against the fabric of his underwear.
"Mmm, what do we have down here?" you ask, feigning ignorance.
"Mmmph," comes the answer. It seems to be all he can muster.
"Do you want me to touch you?" you continue to tease.
"Yes, please…" comes the breathy reply.
"Tell me," you insist.
"I want you to touch me. Please touch me."
"That's a good boy…" you respond, just before kissing his cheek again.
Your thumb hooks the waistband of his boxer briefs and you pull down slowly. His hard cock soon stands at attention, freed of its cotton prison. You glance down and smile, enjoying how the morning sun illuminates a single, small drip of precum forming at the tip.
You resist the desire to move quickly. Instead, you take a single thumbnail and draw it up the underside of his cock, stopping just short of the head.
"Ohhh, baby…" he says, lightly bucking his hips — as if that were going to make the pleasure come any faster.
Your nail traces up the bottom of his cock a few more times before moving to two fingers, one on each side of his shaft, gently sliding along its length, up and down. With each touch, you carefully avoid his sensitive head.
"Do you like that?" you ask, as if his deep breathing and flexing hips didn't give away the answer.
"It's so good," he replies, between audible breaths.
Still nestled in his shoulder, you feel his hand move from your lower back to cup your ass. Even with his gentle touch, you can sense the hunger building with him — it's taking all his restraint not to pin you down, rip off your t-shirt and panties, and take you right then and there.
But he resists the urge. For now, you both seem to be enjoying your little game.
Your fingers work slowly — painfully slowly. You see his free hand move toward his crotch, hoping to speed up the process. You swat it away and his hand returns to his side.
"Good boy," you encourage.
Seemingly with each stroke, a little more precum seeps from the tip of his straining dick. It begins to run down the length of his cock, coating your fingertips.
"Oh dear," you whisper in feigned surprise. "You're already making a mess."
"You do this to me," he says, almost in a growl. "Please, I want more."
You just smile and continue your light touch. But you are now using all of your fingers, and you draw them from the base of his shaft, up over the tip. You feel him shudder with pleasure. With the lightest touch, your fingertips begin to dance on the head of his cock.
Taking your hand away, you giggle as his cock seems to dance, throbbing and straining for more attention.
"Stop teasing me…" he begs you.
"Or what?" you shoot back in a playful tone.
"Or this," he growls. Suddenly, he pushes you on to your side, facing away from him. His free arm firmly holds you in position as he moves to spoon you from behind.
You feel his hard, precum-coated cock pressing between your ass cheeks, the thin fabric of your panties acting as a flimsy barrier between him and his primal desires. It would be so easy for him to give in, to swiftly slide your panties to the side, and to push his hard, slippery manhood into your hot, warm slit.
But to your surprise, his movements suddenly become slow and deliberate. You feel warm kisses on the back of your neck and under your cheek. His hand inches under your shirt to touch your stomach.
You can't help but push your ass into his hard cock, grinding against his erect manhood. You feel and hear his breath catch with desire.
Despite your provocation, he seems intent on taking things slow. You feel his fingertips on the underside of your breasts, then surrounding your nipple. With a gentle touch, he drew his fingers slowly together, careful to stop at the edge of the areola. He repeats this several more times, each time leaving your nipple completely unstimulated — but very much aroused.
A soft groan escapes your lips, only encouraging him to continue. You feel him nibble your earlobe as his hand moves south, back over your stomach, to your panties. Splitting his index and middle fingers into a "V," he slides one finger down on each side of your labia, gently tickling the area between your pussy and thighs.
You wiggle your hips slightly, partly to encourage him and partly to feel his hardened thickness, which is still pressed behind you.
His two fingers are soon replaced by all four. He slides his entire hand over the crotch of your panties, letting out a soft groan as he feels the heat and wetness emanating from between your legs.
You press against his hand, and he reacts by pressing his palm into your public bone. The dull pressure just makes your clit ache for attention even more. You grind into his hand.
"Now who's impatient?" he teases you, clearly enjoying how much you want him. His fingers rub you through your panties, with more pressure now, while the heel of his hand still dully pushes against your clit.
"Mmm," you hear yourself moan as you wiggle your hips and buck mildly against his hand.
"I love the way you squirm for me," he coos. "You're so damn sexy when you're turned on…"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," he confirms. "I want to touch you for real."
"Then touch me," you insist. You roll to your back and turn your head to meet him in a wet kiss. He wastes no time, sliding a hand under into your panties and running a single finger between your wet pussy lips. His finger glides easily, dipping ever-so-slightly into your soaking snatch. You feel him pause at the bottom of your slit, only to draw his finger up and brush your clit gently with his newly moistened fingertip.
With some disappointment, you feel his hand withdraw completely from your panties. He breaks your kiss.
"Well, what have we here…" he clucks, reacting to the wet arousal on his finger. Then you see him take the finger into his mouth, savoring the taste of your sex on his tongue. "Mmm, you taste so damn good."
He kisses you again, and you can taste yourself on his lips as they meet yours. His hand is again between your legs, now more quickly tracing the length of your pussy while pausing at the top to quickly circle your sensitive clit.
You turn away from him, back to a spooning position. The two of you develop a rhythm, your hips swaying against his fingers on your pussy and his hard cock pressing into your ass.
His fingers move firmly and consistently, getting just slightly more aggressive with each pass. Soon he's dipping a finger inside you, just to his first knuckle, and then a little deeper. In rhythm with your grinding, his finger slides inside you and then to circle your clit.
His mouth is just inches from your ear, and you hear a guttural sigh escape his lips. "Mmm, baby, I love how turned on you are."
You can't help but pick up the pace, bucking into his hand. As the tempo of your hips increases, he responds by concentrating two fingers on your swollen clit.
The tension of a growing orgasm begins to build in your clit, soon expanding throughout your abdomen.
As the warm pressure builds within you, your partner responds to your shallow breaths and soft whimpers.
"Yes, baby, please cum for me…" he whispers from behind you. "Let yourself go."
When your slow-building orgasm finally explodes, it does so suddenly. Your body tenses hard as you continue to hear his words of encouragement in your ear — and his unceasing touch between your legs.
His fingers don't slow down until he feels your hand on his. He finally relents, cupping your sensitive pussy in the palm of his hand. You lay there for a moment, still wrapped in his arms and feeling his touch.
You also feel his hardened manhood, still pressing into your backside. Once again, you wiggle against him, which only makes him want you more. He responds by pressing against you.
"Mmm, you're so damn sexy when you cum," he whispers in your ear, grinding his hips against you.
You move your hand between your legs — down beyond the past the wet, fleshy folds of your pussy — until your fingers wrap around his thick shaft.
After a couple of short strokes, you guide his straining cock to the tip of your entrance. He adjusts behind you slightly before slowly, deliberately, pushing himself inside you.
His hand reaches over your side to find your breasts, cupping your right breast in his palm. He kisses the back of your neck, drawing a soft whimper. His fingers then move to your mouth, and he moistens them between your lips. You taste your juices on his fingers, which then slide around your erect nipples.
You take a moment to drink in the moment: The sound of your breath and feeling of his on your neck. The sensation of his touch on your skin. His body wrapped around you. His body inside of you.
His hand moves from your breasts to its place between your legs. You feel his fingers rubbing your clit again, circling your swollen button in time with his thrusting. The warm tension of orgasm begins to build between your legs once again.
His hips rock back and forth, and you rock back into him. As your bodies grind together, you feel the fullness of his manhood sliding deeper into you.
The movement is sensual, firm, loving. And it quickly begins to push him over the edge.
"Oh, baby…" His hoarse whisper is punctuated by muted grunts. "I'm close."
"Good," you encourage. "Cum for me."
After a few more thrusts, he obliges. You feel his hips press into your ass, burying his cock deep inside you. With a deep groan, his cock pulses and unloads his thick, warm load deep in your waiting pussy.
His cock continues to twitch as his fingers work your clit. All these feelings combined set you close to the edge.
"Oh, yes… OH, yes…" you moan in a contented whisper, giving in to your second orgasm. He kisses your neck and removes his hand from between your legs.
Wrapped in his arms, with him still inside you, you revel in the feeling of his body pressing against yours for several moments.
He breaks the silence. "You know, I like waking up with you."
"Me too," you grin, though he can't see it. Still spooning you, his arm is draped over your side, his forearm positioned just below your breasts. He squeezes you from behind, as if he wanted you to somehow get even closer to him. You feel the warmth and love emanating from his body.
"Let's wake up together again," you offer. "Maybe in about 30 minutes?"
"Mmm," he sighs in contented agreement. He pulls you tighter, and you both drift back to sleep.
"You ready?" Katherine stood in the doorway, grasping a bottle of champagne. She had already pulled off the foil and was untwisting the wire cage around the cork.
"Watch where you point that thing, someone might lose an eye," Charles replied, ducking out of the way. "And I'm afraid that someone is going to be me…"
Now safely out of the way of the line of fire, he continued. "To answer your question: yes, I'm extremely ready."
Katherine rolled her eyes, looking at the clock on the microwave of their shared apartment. Finally, the green numbers flipped from 4:29 to 4:30 in the afternoon.
POP!
"Two weeks!" Katherine exclaimed, a tiny bit of bubbling champagne running done her hand. She poured the wine into two waiting flutes.
"Two fucking weeks," Charles repeated, holding out his glass for a quick toast. They both downed their glasses quickly. Katherine reached to the bottle and poured herself a refill before handing it over to Charles, who followed her lead.
"This isn't weird, right?" Charles asked. "Like, it's the middle of a Tuesday afternoon and we're drinking champagne." He squinted at the bottle. "Or, something that might pass for champagne at a high school prom afterparty..."
Katherine snatched the bottle back from him. "Let me assure you, my dear roommate, this is not weird. Two weeks since we got our second shots! We're free. This thing is finally almost over."
"It has been pretty shitty," Charles conceded. "14 months since we could sit inside at a restaurant. 14 months since we could go to a concert. 14 months since my last date…"
Katherine chortled. "Who are you trying to fool? It's been at least 18 months since you had a date. I would know."
"Whatever. It's been awhile since I had a woman over, sure…"
Katherine stifled more laughter. "A while?"
Charles continued, unfazed. "I can go on dates without you knowing. Not all of us bring every single person we date home for the night."
His roommate feigned offense and shock. "Excuse me, are you calling me a slut? That's quite an accusation. You're just jealous I can get some whenever I want. Or at least I could, back before all of this."
Charles shot her a glance. "You know you still could. Er, I mean, if you were able to get out and meet guys."
Katherine pretended not to notice his implication. "Aw, you're sweet, thanks." She reached out her glass for another toast. "Here's to 'getting some.'"
"I'll drink to that," Charles responded. They both threw back the rest of the their drinks.
Katherine continued. "Everyone probably thinks we're fucking anyway. Think about it. A hot, single woman and her not-totally-unfortunate-looking single male roommate, quarantined together for more than a year. It's a tale as old as time," she laughed as she slid next to Charles on their soft couch.
"I remember reading that story in school," Charles joked. He grabbed the bottle and split the last of the champagne between their two glasses.
Charles set the empty bottle back on the coffee table. "Well, that didn't last long…"
"We always did make a good team," she asserted. They clicked their glasses together one last time and sat shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, savoring the last of their wine.
Katherine leaned her head on Charles' shoulder. "So, why do you think we never…"
"Never what?"
"You know," Katherine insisted. "Why didn't we ever get together? Do you not find me attractive?"
"You know that's not true," Charles shot back. Charles shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
"Oh, so you think I'm hot?" Katherine was peering up at him now, eager to see his reaction. She loved making him uncomfortable.
"Katherine…"
"I think you think I'm hot, just look at your little friend here," Katherine giggled, pointing to the clear outline of Charles' hardening cock in his pants.
"Katherine, come on..." Charles pleaded. "It's embarrassing."
"It's not embarrassing, it's flattering," Katherine responded, her voice moving to a low whisper. She leaned toward him. "I didn't know I was capable of getting you this worked up." Her face was now just a few inches from his.
Maybe it was the champagne, or maybe it was just because he was so damn lonely. Whatever it was, Charles suddenly found the courage to lean in and steal a kiss from his beautiful roommate.
As quickly as the kiss started, it ended. Realizing what they had done, they looked at each other, letting their actions—and the possible consequences—sink in.
Then it happened. The two leaned in again, this time pulling each other closer. The dam had burst, and they let 14 months of sexual tension explode in a matter of moments.
Katherine sucked on his lower lip as she felt his hand on the back of her head, fingers intwined in her hair. His other hand slid around her waist, pulling her body towards his.
Their tongues and mouths danced together as their hands explored each other's bodies. Charles kissed her neck and under her ear. She purred her encouragement as she reveled in the feeling of his lips on her skin.
Wordlessly, Katherine pulled Charles' shirt over his head; soon, her t-shirt joined his on the floor. She pawed at his chest while she kissed his lips and under her ear. His hands found her breasts, cupping them in his hand while feeling the texture of her bra on his fingertips.
"Come on," Charles urged, taking her hand. He pressed her up against the living room wall, meeting her in a deep kiss again. He unbuttoned her jeans, revealing the waistband of her lacy panties. Her hands found his crotch, stroking his thick manhood through his jeans. He unhooked her bra, and his mouth quickly found the top of her bare breasts while his fingers flicked her hardening nipples.
Katherine moaned her approval, grinding her hips into his body. Her hands ran through his hair as she savored the feeling of his warm lips on her skin.
Finally, they broke their embrace and hurried toward his room. She wiggled out of her pants, leaving them on the floor, before falling on her back on to the bed. Charles hurriedly pulled off his jeans, standing before her in his underwear.
Charles eyed Katherine's body laid out on the bed before him—her bare, smooth legs, her curvy hips, her enticing, delicious breasts. And that smile. And those eyes...
He sighed aloud. "God, you're beautiful."
"So what are you waiting for?" she beckoned.
Charles slid on top of her. The two resumed their grinding, their bodies only separated by the thin fabric of their underwear. She could feel his hard cock pressing, yearning to break free and enter her.
There was nothing she wanted more. She tugged at his boxers; he got the hint and tossed them aside. Then her breath caught as she finally felt his fingers hook her panties and pull them down over her feet.
They kissed again, now nothing between them. She felt his hard cock graze her legs and exposed pussy as their bodies moved together. As they twisted and moved together, he flipped to his back and pulled her on top of him. Her hand reached back, grasping his manhood and sliding down to his balls as their tongues swirled together.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked between kisses.
Charles reached into his bedside table, pulling out a box of Trojans. He looked at the package and audibly groaned. "They're expired."
Despite being naked and straddling Charles with his cock in her hand, Katherine couldn't help but laugh. "Of course. It's been like 6 years since you had sex, I forgot."
"Ha, ha," Charles dryly replied. "Just come here." With that, his hands grabbed her ass and pulled her body up his torso. Soon she was straddling his face.
"Oh, shit, what are you—oh, mmm..." Katherine felt his tongue trace the length of her pussy. Then his tongue retraced its route with a pointed tongue, just barely piercing her wet pussy, from the bottom to the top.
Charles' hands grasped her hips and pulled her down on his face. She felt his lips and tongue on her pussy while his nose pressed into her sensitive clit.
Katherine felt her hips involuntary start to sway back and forth, grinding on her roommate's face.
"Ohhhh," Katherine moaned. Her right hand moved to her breast; her left moved to the top of his head. She intertwined her fingers in his hair, pulling his face into her crotch.
"Jesus, you taste good," Charles managed while coming up for air. His face was glistening with his saliva and her bountiful juices.
Katherine moved her hand from her nipples, reaching back to grasp Charles' aching cock. She felt his hardness in her fingers, then her palm. Before long, she slid her fingertips and massaged his balls.
"Hmmhmm," Charles groaned into her quivering slit. She felt his nose pressing into her clit once more, his tongue still dancing in and out of her wet pussy lips.
"Oh, fuck," Katherine exhaled. "If you keep that up, I'm gonna cum…"
"Mmhmm," Charles encouraged, the vibrations of his voice resonating in her body.
"Shit, Charles, you're gonna make me cum…"
"Mmhmm," Charles repeated yet again.
"Ohhh, Charles…" Katherine let the orgasm overtake her. Her hand was still wrapped around Charles' cock, but she couldn't concentrate on stroking while Charles continued to lick her quivering pussy.
Katherine pulled away, caught her breath and once again wrapped her hands around Charles' throbbing member. She felt its girth and weight in her fingers.
"Fuck. I need that cock," Katherine declared. "I don't care about the condom. I just want you so bad. It should be fine."
"Should be?"
Katherine shot him a look. "Are you really going to argue with me right now?"
Charles didn't respond with words, but rather with actions. His hands on her ass, he picked her up and flipped her to her back. She spread her legs and he slid on top of her, their faces just inches apart.
He felt her heels press into his back as she drew him closer. His hard cock grazed her wet pussy, and the two met in a deep kiss.
"Mmm," Katherine said. "You were right — I do taste good." She licked her lips, now wet with her own arousal.
"You are so fucking full of yourself," Charles laughed.
"I'm about to be full of something," Katherine shot back, a mischievous look in her eye. Her hand wrapped around Charles' thick shaft. "You've been keeping this big cock from me for too long."
She took the head of his dick in her fingers, guiding him toward her waiting hole.
His cock easily parted her wet pussy lips, still coated with her own wetness and his saliva. His hips soon met hers as she accommodated his full length inside her.
"Oh, my God…" Charles moaned in pleasure as he sank into her, feeling her warm, receptive pussy surround him for the first time. "You feel so fucking good…"
Katherine giggled. She watched his eyes widen as she clenched her pussy around him. He moaned again. "Do you like that?" she teased. She already knew the answer.
Charles regained himself and slowly withdrew from her, only to slowly slide into her once more. Both he and Katherine sighed in pleasure as their bodies established a rhythm together.
They moved together, slowly and purposefully. She raised her hips to meet each slow thrust, needing to feel his thickness split and fill her once again.
Charles moaned softly as he sucked on her earlobe, still thrusting in and out. Her heels pressed into his back, and her hands moved to his hips, allowing her to feel his growing power and desire with each stroke. He braced himself with one hand, sliding the other down between her legs.
Soon he was rutting into her, throwing all caution to the wind. Their bodies slapped together, an audible clap of skin on skin punctuating their audible moans and breathing.
Katherine felt her soaked pussy clench again as his body, feeling every inch of him as his cock plunged deep into her pussy and his thumb slid over her clit in rhythm.
"Fuck… Charles…" was all she could muster as her orgasm flooded her mind and body once more. "Yes…"
Charles felt her body react, causing a chain reaction in his own. Still thrusting, he buried his head in her shoulder. "Oh, Katherine…" he strained, his own approaching orgasm evident in his voice.
Katherine ran her fingers through her lover's hair, holding him close as his thrusts grew more urgent and unrestrained.
"Let me taste you," Katherine urged. "I want to taste you."
Charles groaned in agreement and withdrew his glistening cock from Katherine's wet hole. He knelt on the bed while she wrapped her lips around his shaft, licking the head.
"Oh, Katherine…" Charles moaned as a warning. "Katherine… Fuck..."
Just then, Charles sent a spurt of his cum to the back of Katherine's throat. His cock contracted hard again, and again, each time pumping a stream of cum into Katherine's waiting mouth and coating her tongue.
Katherine gently sucked him clean, swallowing the last of his semen as it seeped out from his softening cock.
With a heavy sigh, Charles collapsed on his back. Katherine snuggled up beside him.
"Well, that was fun," Katherine giggled. She leaned up to kiss Charles on the lips.
The two kissed again and Katherine set her head back on his shoulder. The two listened to nothing more than each other breathing, in and out, in and out, while they basked in the afterglow.
After several minutes of quiet cuddling, Charles broke the contented silence. "So are we going out tonight? The bars are opening. I bet some people are even out already."
Nestled into Charles' shoulder, Katherine traced a finger up and down his bare chest. "I don't know. I think maybe I'd like to stay in."
"Me, too." Charles breathed deep, soaking in the warmth of his new lover's beautiful, warm body pressed against his. "Me, too."
I woke up, pleased to see Lynn sleeping next to me in my hotel room.
We were both naked. In fact, we had spent much of the trip naked. After nearly a year of denial, Lynn had finally come to bed with me on our first night here. We had spent every free moment of the trip fucking each other senseless. Her famous rules -- which had previously kept me from touching her, seeing her naked, even kissing her -- were finally out the window. Only one remained: when we did make love, nothing would come between us. That meant no protection.
My hand was resting on her side as I spooned her. I traced my fingertips along her smooth skin. I thought about the countless times I had unloaded my seed inside her... how her young womb had soaked up nearly every drop... how she was almost certainly pregnant with my child. And if she wasn't, we'd keep trying.
Just that was enough to make my cock begin to stir. It began to press gently into her warm ass cheek and I moved my hand over her thigh, then between her legs.
Lynn finally began to wake up. Her hand brushed mine away.
“Sam...” she yawned. “You're insatiable, aren't you?” I smiled when I heard her voice. She wasn't calling me “boss” anymore -- not after we had shared the most intimate experience two people can.
“I just want to be inside you again, Lynn,” I whispered, my hand sliding to her pussy yet again.
“I want that, too,” she turned around in bed to face me. “But I have another idea.”
I sighed in frustration, but she continued.
“I just want to taste you. I want to feel your seed on my lips again,” Lynn whispered. “You know, for old time's sake.”
How could I argue? We'd been fucking all weekend -- if my cock was sore, I couldn’t imagine how she was feeling. But I was willing to overlook that fact since it was also rock hard and I was sharing a bed with a naked, beautiful woman.
I stood at the side of the bed. My young lover moved to the edge, hungrily lapping at my shaft and balls, which still tasted of her arousal from the night before.
She held her mouth open while I rocked my hips back and forth. Sure, I missed the feeling of her bare pussy wrapped around my cock, but her lips and throat were an able substitute. She moaned and hummed as I fucked her mouth.
“Oh, Sam,” she said, eyes wide. Her games, her rules, her insistence that we join our bodies without protection -- all of it had unleashed a more dominant, more forceful side of me. I pressed my hips towards her lips again, feeding her every inch of my manhood.
“Yes, Sam, fuck my mouth. Give me your cum,” she managed to squeak as she took a quick break from deep throating my twitching cock to lick my balls. “Cum for me...”
“Fuck, Lynn...” I moaned as my balls tightened towards my shaft. Soon, a splash of my cum broke across her face. Then another. And another. Before long, her cheek was completely painted white with my seed.
I looked at her with a sense of awe. Lynn was beautiful, sure. But what was remarkable to me was just how much pleasure she had brought me since we had met. But beyond sexual pleasure, she had become an endless source of happiness for me, and me for her. The best part? There was no reason for either of us to ever slow down.
She smiled at me, my cum still coating her face. She kissed the head of my cock before lapping up as much of my semen as she could reach with her tongue.
“I think I’m going to take a shower before we head to the airport.” She got up, walking towards the bathroom. My eyes were glued to her beautiful, naked flesh as she strolled away from the bed. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was that she was all mine.
Right as she reached the doorway, she turned around. “Well,” she said, “Are you going to join me or not?”
Needless to say, she didn’t have to ask twice. This time, though, I decided that my seed wasn’t going to go to waste.
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I looked out the window of the plane. Street lights and cities passed underneath us as we soared through the night back to DC.
Lynn leaned her head on my shoulder and held my hand as she drifted to sleep. I thought of our time together, with what had started as an illicit office fling with a young intern turning into a passionate romance with the young employee who was almost certainly carrying my child.
I would have to quit my job. She'd move in with me. News of our affair and child would circulate around to coworkers and clients. My professional life -- not just my personal one -- was going to be forever changed.
Here's the truth: Lynn had manipulated me. She had played the long game, earning my trust, keeping our relationship at a slow burn until I was ready to do whatever it took to take things to the next step -- which turned out to be a commitment far beyond just sex. She had set one trap after another; I fell for every single one.
I felt her head on my shoulder and her hand in mine. Her breath warmed my neck and I slid my other hand to her belly, which would soon begin to grow with our child.
Yes, I had fallen for her traps. And I couldn't be happier that I did.
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“My friend just got married, and she said I had to come look at this place,” the bride-to-be commented as I showed her around.
“Oh yeah? Did she end up getting married here?” I asked, trying to be polite.
“Oh, no, she just said it was definitely worth looking at,” she responded. “Her name was Nina -- do you remember her?”
I couldn’t help but smile when I heard the name. Of course I remembered. Nina had come by a few months ago, looking for a space for her own wedding reception. We hadn’t closed the deal, but I had bent her over one of the reception tables and sent her back to her fiancé with a pussy full of my cum. Apparently, word had gotten around.
Carly, the bride-to-be standing in front of my today, was eyeing me up and down at this point. “She said you had an excellent... package... to offer.”
Subtle, I thought. Still, she what she lacked in wit she more than made up for in physical appearance. It was a hot summer day in DC, and she was dressed for it -- a skimpy sundress, a strapless bra that was stretching to contain her full tits, and bare legs that stretched down to her sexy heels.
“So...” she said in a hushed voice as she strutted over to me, “how does this work?” Her hand was resting on my crotch, which was growing into a hardened bulge.
I shook my head. “The same way your fiancé’s cock works, I would guess.” I paused. “Maybe you should suck it and find out.”
Without hesitation, Carly dropped to her knees. She rubbed the palms of her hands on my thighs, over my pants, then over my shaft and balls. Finally, she undid my fly and pulled my cock free.
Carly licked her lips and went to work. She worked her fist up and down my shaft while she slobbered over the head of my cock. She moaned, sending vibrations through my body.
“Shit, you’re better at that than Nina,” I complimented her. The truth was, I didn’t remember if she was or not -- but Carly didn’t know that. I saw Carly smile broadly while she continued to pump my shaft with her fist, now lubricated with her saliva, and lick my member with the tip of her tongue.
“Why don’t you get out of that dress?” I suggested, helping her to her feet. I didn’t need to ask twice; Carly stood up and the dress fell to the floor. “...and everything else,” I continued. I helped her out of her bra and pulled her panties down over her knees.
Carly backed up to a reception table, grabbing my cock and pulling me along with her as she went. I pulled off my shirt and stripped off my pants as we went.
Finally arriving at our destination, Carly laid back on the table, still pulling my cock toward her slick opening.
“No condom?” I asked, against my better judgement.
“Just fuck me,” she pleaded.
She guided my wet, glistening cock to her labia. Between the excitement dripping from her pussy and her saliva coating my cock, I easily slid into her until our hips met.
“Oh, fuck!” she exclaimed at the sensation of being filled with a cock other than her fiancé’s. “Yes... that’s so good.”
I instinctively rocked my hips back and forth, slowly at first, then with more energy. She couldn’t get enough. “Harder,” she moaned, “fuck me hard, yes... fuck me like that.”
My arms cradled her thighs and butt, pulling her closer to me to aid my thrusts. The table shook underneath us, and her firm ass jiggled each time our bodies slammed together.
“Fuck, yes...” she moaned, over and over, as if she were lost in a trance.
I couldn’t help myself, either. “Damn, you like that? You like my bare cock in your tight little engaged pussy?” I didn’t give her time to answer. “Of course you do, you slut.”
I thought I’d gone too far, but she loved it. “Yes, make me your slut,” she moaned. “I’m just a slut for you to use,” she cried. “Just another hole for you to fuck.”
“You’re his fiancé, but you’re my slut,” I pressed on. “I’m going to claim your tight little cunt for myself. You’re going to be mine, now.”
“YES,” she moaned, “CLAIM ME. Take me. Please. I’m yours... oh shit... I’m cumming... Oh!”
Carly’s moans and words pushed me over the edge. I pumped her two more times before I exploded inside her. Thick streams of my cum shot out of my cock and sprayed her cervix. I felt my balls tighten as another jet blasted her insides, painting her quivering vagina with my warm, potent cum.
“Holy shit,” Carly whimpered after a few moments and several heavy breaths. “That was incredible... but I can’t believe you just came inside me.”
“You said you wanted the package I gave your friend,” I responded, cooly. “And I’d say you got exactly that.”
Carly laughed. “Well, Nina left out certain details, to say the least.” She reached down and wiped some of the excess seed from between her legs. The vast majority was safely pooled deep inside her as she rose to her feet.
Wheels were clearly churning in her head. “Hmm... that does explain a lot, though...”
My curiosity got the better of me. “What? Aren’t you safe?”
“Not at all,” she smiled, “and I’m pretty sure Nina wasn’t, either. But her kid has a dad who thinks it’s his, and mine will, too. I guess that’s just our little secret.”
With that, Carly strolled toward the door.
“My maid of honor is getting married next year,” Carly commented as she straightened her dress one last time in the doorframe. “Her wedding is going to be way too big for this place,” she paused, looking around, “but you can count on her swinging by.”
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The sunrise was peaking through the hotel windows when I reached over to cuddle up with my young lover. I wanted to feel her young, beautiful body against mine this morning, holding her under the covers for awhile before we had to emerge and join the rest of the conference in the meeting rooms downstairs.
And yes, when I thought through the events of the previous night, I definitely had round two on my mind.
I reached over, hoping to pull her close. To kiss her neck. To stroke her skin. To feel her warmth against my body. But she wasn’t there.
Disappointed, I threw on some clothes. It didn’t take me long to find her in the adjoining hotel room – her room, as far as the hotel was concerned – getting ready in the bathroom.
“You should come back to bed,” I whined.
She frowned at me. “The conference starts in an hour. I have to get ready, you know.” Her expression lightened. “Besides, I’m still a mess from last night.”
Last night, Lynn had joined me in bed for the first time. After almost a year of teasing me and setting up “rules” that kept from so much as touching her, everything changed… in a very big way.
“Come on,” I prodded, moving closer to her. “I think you could use a refill.” My hand moved to her abs, sliding lower.
“Besides,” I continued, “We don’t need to make it to the opening speech. It’s always pointless.” My hand continued down, cupping the warmth between her legs. “Trust me, we can have way more fun right here.”
She exhaled loudly, responding to my touch. Emboldened, I unclipped her bra. She allowed it to fall to the floor.
“I really should get ready,” she whispered, making no effort to stop me as I tugged the waistband of her panties down over her knees.
“Shh,” I hushed her, my eyes wandering over her naked body – the same body I had claimed as mine last night. “I’m still your boss, Lynn, and I say we have plenty of time.”
That was all she needed. She tugged at my belt, zipper and underwear, pulling my hard cock free. Her hand glided over my shaft, flicking the head with her thumb.
“If you say, so. But let’s be quick… I actually do plan on actually going to some sessions at this conference, you know,” She bent over the bathroom vanity, presenting her glistening pussy lips to me from behind.
I wasted no time, pushing my manhood into her receptive, fleshy folds. She was right – she was still a bit of a mess from the night before. My fluids provided ample lubrication as I rocked my hips back and forth. I watched her pleasure in the bathroom mirror as she reveled in the feeling of my cock penetrating her once again. After waiting so long, we had quickly gotten addicted to each others’ bodies.
She alternated between turning back to look at me and watching the two of us in the bathroom mirror. Our bodies rocked in rhythm, joining together again and again.
After just a couple minutes, I was on the verge. I could tell she was, too.
“Oh, Sam,” she moaned. I watched her body from all angles in the mirror in front of me. This beautiful creature was mine, and I wanted nothing more to fill her and claim her body as mine. Again.
“Tell me you want me to fill you. Tell me you’re ready to feel my seed flood you again,” I grunted.
“Oh, Sam… I’m always ready. Always.”
With that, I let my thick load of cum explode from my cock deep inside her. I grabbed her hips, holding her as close as possible as I drained myself into her already semen-coated depths.
Catching my breath, I loosened my grip and slid out of her. Her gaping pussy leaked cum all over the floor; my semen splashed audibly against the tile.
“Oh my God,” she laughed. “Your mess is going to be falling out of me all day.”
I smiled. “I plan on keeping it that way. Want to meet up here during the lunch break?”
She grinned. “Sounds good. Your bathroom or mine?”
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It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes after we checked in to our hotel before I heard a knock on the doors adjoining our two rooms.
I opened the door, expecting to see Lynn, the former-intern-turned-employee that had convinced me to let her tag along on this trip. And sure enough, she was there.
What I was not expecting was to see her standing there in nothing but a pair of white stockings.
I stood there like an idiot, frozen, drinking in the view of my young employee’s flawless body.
Lynn smiled. “Hey, boss, mind if I come in?” She was already walking past me, running her hand along my toned stomach as she passed by. She took both of my hands, pulling me towards the bed.
Then, to my surprise, Lynn moved my hand to her side. I tentatively pulled her closer, and then closer still, waiting for her to stop me. She never did.
My hand slid up to her cheek. I pulled her up to meet me in a kiss. It was a kiss that had been a long time coming, and we both made sure we did the moment justice. We started softly as I tasted my young lover for the first time. Then we gave into our passions, and our tongues took turns swirling together and probing each others mouths.
“What about your rules?” I whispered as I moved my mouth to her neck and earlobe. I could feel the hardness of her nipples pressing into my chest. I’m certain she could feel my own arousal rubbing against her legs.
Lynn’s rules were a constant source of frustration for me. Until this point, I hadn’t been allowed to touch her. To kiss her. And definitely, under no circumstances, to fuck her. But that, it seemed, was all about to change.
“I just have one rule left, boss,” Lynn whispered. My hands were already on her sides, feeling her soft, firm skin for the first time. Hers were on my cock. Stroking it. Pulling it. Preparing it.
“What is it?” I groaned as her fingers wrapped around my stiff member. Nearly a full year of pent-up frustration at not being able to kiss or touch the beautiful creature who had given me so much pleasure was rushing out of me. My hungry hands slid all over her, finally free to caress her ass, cup her breasts and slide into her hair. She clawed at my clothes, and they were soon on a pile on the hotel floor.
“Just this: I’m yours. Nothing can come between us,” Lynn whispered, kissing my bare mature chest with her young, full lips. “We don’t need protection from each other, right? We just need us.”
I looked at her, intently. She had moved to the bed, legs spread wide. Her hands still glided over my cock, keeping it hard and pulling it gently towards her opening.
Seeing my manhood part Lynn’s labia and press deep inside her was all I had wanted for weeks. Months. Almost a year.
“Are you…” I trailed off as her fingernail rubbed the bottom of my cock, from my balls to the tip. “Are you, you know, safe?”
Lynn never broke eye contact. “It’s not about being ‘safe.’ I don’t want to be ‘safe.’ I want to be with you.”
I looked at her. How much was I willing to risk for this? For her?
“Isn’t this what you want, too?” She asked, after a short pause.
She was right. Of course she was right. I leaned forward, kissing her as she laid back on the bed. I knelt in front of her, my stiff cock poised at her waiting entrance.
Her legs up in the air, I rubbed the tip of my manhood up and down her slick slit. She threw her head back in pleasure and anticipation.
“Oh, boss, please…” she moaned. “Please, just take me.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. My bare, thick cock slid between her lower lips. Coated in her natural arousal, it plunged deep inside her and probed the welcoming depths of her pussy.
My hips made slow circles, working to help her body adjust to my presence inside it. Slowly, gently, my hips moved forward until my hips pressed against the soft flesh of her ass.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned, more loudly than I had expected. Of course, she had waited for this just as long as I had. We were both finally getting what had escaped us for so long.
Lynn’s tight pussy quickly adjusted to my size, and her ample lubrication allowed our thrusts to speed up. My bare cock easily slid into and out of her neatly trimmed opening. She met my thrusts with enthusiasm, rocking her hips forward and working to take even more of my dick deep inside her. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide while we both watched me disappear inside her, over and over again.
Lynn moaned loudly. “Oh God, oh God, boss. Boss!” She twitched violently as she came, pulsing and gyrating around my pistoning cock. I continued fucking her, enjoying the sight that I had lusted after for months: her hair strewn across the pillow; her small, young breasts bouncing with each thrust; her pussy and my dick slick with her juices as I rammed my beautiful employee again and again.
I felt my own body tighten, but I wasn’t ready for things to end yet. Not even close. I pulled her up and turned her over. She instinctively bent over and presented her ass and pussy in the air. She supported herself with one hand while the other spread her pussy for my cock, which was pressing against her soaked pussy yet again.
My hips pushed forward, and once again I was inside Lynn. After just a few thrusts from behind, she fell forward on the mattress and was giving herself totally to our pleasure. My hands moved to her waist and hips, guiding her back on my cock as our bodies slammed together.
“Oh, Sam, fuck me,” Lynn moaned. “Fuck me and make me yours.”
Her words, along with her body, were driving me crazy. I had to pull out and catch my breath.
“I want to ride you,” she whispered. “I want to be on top when you finally claim me.”
I nodded and obediently laid back and she lowered herself on to me. Her gaping, soaked pussy easily enveloped my cock.
Facing away from me, Lynn slid up and down on my shaft, slowly at first, but it was clear she had no intention of taking it easy on me. I watched her firm, young ass as she gyrated and bounced with increasing speed.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, admiring the view. She peaked at me over her shoulder with a trademark devious smile.
“You like that, boss?” she asked, knowing full well that the answer was a resounding yes.
“So… good…” I growled, trying to keep my composure. “So… fucking… good…”
I could tell the pleasure was getting to Lynn, as well. Her breath was shallow and her bouncing was getting quicker and quicker. I bucked my hips up to meet hers.
It was all catching up to me. “Lynn,” I grunted. “I’m so close… Lynn…”
Lynn spun around on my cock, turning to face me. She leaned down, hips still gyrating and sliding up and down on my twitching pole. We kissed as I played with her clit, and she moaned into my mouth.
Encouraged by her reaction, I kept flicking her clit with my thumb, even as I felt my balls tighten yet again. This time, there would be no holding back. I felt her shiver in pleasure and collapse on top of me; she was cumming for the second time.
“Do it, boss,” she mustered. “Fill me. Claim me.” She paused. “Please, Sam.”
The sound of my name from her lips pushed me past the point of no return. I raised my hips up as far as they would go, sending a thick stream of my cum flowing into her still-pulsing pussy. Another stream jetted from my cock and splashed against her cervix. I sent two smaller ropes of cum to join the gathering seminal pool that was forming deep inside her.
Lynn rolled off of me and laid on the bed beside me. “This is going to be a productive trip,” Lynn whispered, smiling. A small drizzle of cum leaked out of her freshly fucked pussy and headed towards the mattress.
With a single finger, I caught the line of my semen and pushed it back into her leaky opening. Her thirsty cervix would already be drinking my seed, sending it into her young, fertile womb. Everything – our relationship, my career, her body, everything – was about to change.
“Very productive,” I responded, whispering. I nuzzled against her warm, smooth body as we drifted off to sleep.
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My phone vibrated and woke me up. My heart jumped when I saw it was a message from Lynn.
“Car problems :( Can you pick me up?” A second message soon popped up with an address.
I went from dead asleep to wide awake. She was inviting me over to her place. Sure, it was 6:30 a.m. Were her famous rules finally going out the window? Was I reading too much into it? Maybe she really only needed a ride to work.
"Sure," I typed out quickly. “Be there at 8:00.”
A few seconds and I got a reply: “I'm making coffee. Wanna stop by a little earlier? I'll buzz you in.”
* * *
About 30 minutes later, I made it to her address in a part of DC I'd never been before -- home to some of the more affordable housing (to the extent anything here is affordable) for interns and underpaid junior staff like Lynn. I found the call box and buzzed her apartment. “Is that you, boss?” A garbled version of Lynn's voice rang out on the sidewalk.
“It sure is,” I said.
“Come on up; the door's unlocked,” she responded. The buzzer sounded and I made my way up the stairs. The door to her third floor apartment was slightly ajar.
I knocked, accidentally pushing the door open a little more. “Lynn?” I called out nervously.
“I told you to come in!” I heard her footsteps coming to the door. She pulled it open. My eyes widened when I saw her, wearing nothing but a towel.
“Sorry, boss,” Lynn apologized, smiling. “I didn't have time to get dressed.” She was clearly not actually sorry. “Please, come in.”
“No need to apologize,” I responded, quickly stepping through the door and into her apartment. “No need at all.”
“I thought you wouldn't mind,” she teased, taking my hand and leading me into her tiny studio apartment. There were no chairs, no couch -- just her bed. “Have a seat, I'll grab the coffee.”
Being a studio, her kitchen was just a few feet away -- and there was only a half wall separating it and her bed.
“What if we forgot about coffee and you just joined me here?” I asked, feeling bold. “Oh, you can leave your towel in the kitchen.”
“Sorry, boss,” she said, laughing while pouring coffee into two mugs she had retrieved from her cabinets. “But you know the rules.”
I sighed. Lynn's “rules” were a source of constant frustration. I couldn't touch her. I couldn't kiss her. She wouldn't take off her clothes -- though she had broken that one in the changing room after our lunch last week -- and having sex was completely out of the question.
Breaking her rules wasn't an option; after all, I'd gotten addicted to the oral pleasure she'd been providing since she had joined the firm as a full-time employee. That, and I would never do anything to her that she didn't want me to do.
Still, it was frustrating. I was getting impatient. After all, I was sitting on her bed, she was wearing only a towel and we were alone. “Come on,” I pressured. “What do I need to get you to drop that towel and join me on your bed?”
She sipped her coffee, thinking. “Well...” She stared into space. “No, I can't ask you to do that.”
I couldn't believe she was considering it. I pressed her. “What, Lynn?”
She looked at me, unsure of herself. “What if you took me with you next week?”
Wow, I thought, silently contemplating what that would mean for our relationship.
Next week, I was heading to a national conference. She hadn't mentioned it before, except when she was lamenting how much she was going to miss sucking my cock while I was out of town. I had no idea she was interested in going.
More thoughts raced through my head. Just the two of us, staying in the same hotel. Drinks flowing. Plenty of time to ourselves. Maybe I could even figure out how to get us adjoining rooms...
It would be unusual for me to take a junior-level employee to the annual conference, but not unprecedented. Lynn was doing well at work, and she deserved a reward. Right?
At least, that's what I told myself. More likely, I was just too horny to say no. And at this point, I would have done pretty much anything for her to lower her defenses and drop just one of her sacred rules.
No matter the reason, I agreed. She'd go with me to the conference. Lynn, the stunning former intern who was more than ten years my junior, would be my traveling companion.
“That's a good answer, boss. Very good,” Lynn beamed. With one motion, she tugged at the white cloth covering her body, sending to a pile on the floor.
“Oh, my God, Lynn,” I couldn't contain my words. “You're stunning.” She blushed as she realized I was completely dumbstruck by my first glimpses of her beautiful, naked body from head to toe.
She slowly walked toward me. My eyes were fixated on her face, then her breasts, then to the neatly trimmed space between her legs. I reached out to stroke one of her smooth thighs, but she backed away.
“No, no, no,” she chided me. “You get to look, but you still don't get to touch. You sure are forgetful, aren't you?”
Fuck, I thought, somehow this is even worse. But it was tough to complain too much; she was absolutely flawless. Her beautiful young skin radiated a welcoming energy that could only be matched by her smile.
She sensed my frustration and decided to take pity on me.
“Why don't you lay down right here?” she leaned over, pushing me back on her bed. Her hands untucked my shirt and pulled it up over my stomach. She wiggled me out of my pants and boxer briefs. My cock, which had been hard since walking into her apartment and seeing her wearing only a towel, sprang straight up into the air.
Lynn looked at my hard shaft with the same hungry eyes I had become accustomed to. But instead of devouring my cock in her mouth and throat, she flicked the underside with the tip of her tongue. Then she did it again. And again.
And that's how it continued. She licked, kissed and teased my frenulum continuously. My hips involuntarily rocked and bucked; I desperately wanted to feel the head of my dick part her youthful lips and dive into her warm, wet mouth. But she was in control, and I was not -- the same as it always was.
I groaned as I watched her work her tongue on the underside of my dick. Her hands glided over the base of my shaft and cupped my balls, which were beginning to tighten as I neared a release.
“Mmm,” she hummed into the twitching head of my cock as she felt my whole body tighten. The vibrations sent me over the edge, sending a jet of semen up into the air, only to splash down on my cock, her hand and, of course, her face.
She giggled as my load coated her nose and lips. “I guess I need to get cleaned up all over again,” she laughed. “But I'll start with you.” With that, she happily sucked up the stream of seed that had fallen over her hand and into my crotch.
She glanced at the clock on her end table. “Uh oh, I think we're going to be late. I hope my boss doesn't punish me,” she sang in a coquettish tone. I rolled my eyes; her boss, of course, was going to be late, too.
“Just don't take too long,” I responded. “After all, we have a trip to plan.”
A big smile lit up Lynn's face.
“Yes we do, boss,” she beamed. With a single finger, she wiped some of my sticky seed off her face and brought it to her lips. Her tongue licked her finger clean, swallowing more of my cum. “And we're going to have so. Much. Fun.”
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I was working from home one morning when I heard the doorbell. I assumed it was a delivery driver, so I opened the door without even looking to see who was outside.
Oh, one small detail: Sometimes I work from home in my bathrobe.
Needless to say, the woman, Cindy, standing on my stoop was more than a little surprised. And so was I.
"Oh, sorry," she said after she gathered herself. "I'm just looking at the townhouse next door and thought I would see what people thought of the neighborhood... but I can come back."
I laughed. "No need, come on in. I'll tell you all about it."
She entered and I led her to the kitchen. As with all homebuyers, I noticed her checking out the layout and details of my home as I handed her a cup of coffee.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
Cindy smiled, realizing that she wasn't as subtle as she thought. "Oh yes," she responded enthusiastically. "I'd love to do something like this next door. How long have you been here?"
"Just a couple of years. I think you'll find this neighborhood is extremely friendly," I remarked.
"I can see that," she agreed, gesturing to the coffee I had given her. "And casual," she said, eyeing my bathrobe.
I didn't know if Cindy was judging me or what, but I was determined to be polite to the woman who might become my new neighbor. It didn't hurt, of course, that she was hot. Smoking hot. She wore a tight, white buttoned shirt that hugged the curves of her breasts and waist, a tight black skirt that was hemmed just above her knees, and a pair of black heels. Her black hair fell to her shoulders.
"How would you like a tour?" I offered. She quickly agreed.
After showing her the living room and the rest of the first floor, we made our way upstairs. First she saw the hall, then the bathroom. We ended in the master suite.
"And that's it," I said.
"Thanks," Cindy offered, looking less than satisfied. "But I think there's something else I'd like to see." Her eyes were clearly directed right at me.
It was only then that I realized that watching this beautiful woman strut around my home in a sexy skirt had given me an erection -- and the robe I was wearing was doing a terrible job of hiding it.
She moved toward me and reached for the belt of my robe. It came undone easily, and my robe fell open.
"You're right: This is a very friendly neighborhood," she smirked, grasping my member with one hand while stroking my chest with the other.
I'm sure I looked like an idiot as she began to stroke my cock. The truth is, I was stunned. Before long, though, as I felt her plant kisses on my chest, down my abs, to the top of my shaft, I came to my senses.
I moved my hand to gently brush the hair out of her face as she continued to lightly kiss and lick my cock and balls. She made her way to its head, slowly enveloping it in the warmth and wetness of her mouth. I groaned in pleasure.
Her mouth felt great wrapped around my dick, especially as she swirled her tongue around its base and my balls. But I wanted more.
I pulled her to her feet and met her in a kiss. I could taste my dick on her lips. My hands frantically worked to unbutton her blouse and pull it from her shoulders. Then I went to work on her bra and skirt. The bra was easy, but I couldn't figure out how to free her from her skirt. Mercifully, she unclasped it her self and wiggled it free -- it, along with her lacy white panties, were soon in a pile on the floor.
"Lay down," she commanded. I did as I was told. My cock, still glistening with her saliva, was standing straight in the air.
She crawled toward me. I felt her warm mouth trace wet kisses from my thighs, up to my twitching cock. After lingering there to gently suck on my scrotum, she continued her journey to my stomach, my pecs and then my neck. As she moved over me, my cock rubbed over and between her breasts and stomach.
Without hesitating, she reached back to grasp my stiff rod. She rubbed its head against her soaked pussy a few times before lowering herself down. I moaned in pleasure and watched with delight as my cock disappeared inside her.
"Mmm," I felt her moan into my neck. My hands moved to her waist as she started increasing her rhythm, little by little. Soon she was aggressively bouncing up and down. Her ample breasts wagged in my face.
Her hand moved to her pussy and began working her clit as she bounced up and down. Her moans became louder and I felt her twitch as an orgasm crashed over her. But she never stopped bouncing on my cock.
I lasted a while, but before long I was at the brink. It was a sensory overload: her aroused moans, her bouncing breasts, the smell of her sex, and, of course, the overpowering feeling of her soaked pussy repeatedly swallowing my uncovered cock.
"I'm gonna cum," I mustered between strokes.
"Do it," she responded. We'd obviously not discussed protection, birth control, or, really, anything before we'd jumped into bed together. At this point, it wouldn't matter much if we had.
I moaned loudly and held her hips down against mine. I shot a thick rope of my seed against her cervix. Two more spasms sent more semen to paint the walls of her pussy.
My orgasm lasted for what seemed like ages. When I finally loosened my grip, Cindy rolled off of me. Her flooded pussy leaked just a small amount of the cum I had injected inside her.
"That was fun," she smiled, laying naked on her side next to me. "Thanks for this." She leaned over and kissed my cheek.
"It was fun," I agreed. I was breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling. I was trying to process what just happened. "It was also surprising," I added.
"Oh, I know. I always get horny when I'm ovulating," she laughed. I, however, didn’t find it funny.
Cindy saw the panic on my face. "Oh don't worry, it won't be your problem," she assured me. She gave me two quick pats on my chest and pulled herself out of bed.
I didn't understand what she meant by her remark, and I wasn't about to ask. I watched her get dressed and walk out the door. I assumed that would be the last I saw of Cindy, but I was wrong.
* * *
About four months later, I saw a moving truck pull up on our street. An unfamiliar car parked right behind it.
Sure enough, Cindy emerged from the driver's seat. She was followed by a man and two children.
The man, who I later realized was her husband, saw me drinking coffee on my stoop. He made his way over.
"Hey, neighbor," he called out. "I'm Dan. That's Cindy and our two kids." He paused briefly. "Well, soon to be three."
"Congratulations," I responded. "I actually met Cindy when you guys were home shopping."
He grinned. "Oh yes, she said this was a very friendly neighborhood. Wouldn’t shut up about it, in fact."
You have no idea, I thought, resolving to host a private welcome party for Cindy very, very soon.
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I was reviewing a brief when I heard a knock on my door frame. As usual, my door was open, so I reflexively said "come in" before even looking up.
"Really, that's how you greet me?" the voice responded. A huge smile came across my face when I glanced up and saw Lynn, my intern-turned-full-time-employee, standing in my door frame. As always, she looked incredible.
"Ready for lunch?" she asked, in a way that implied she thought more than food and career discussions were on the afternoon's agenda.
"It's just lunch, Lynn," I said, sternly. I took every one of my team out for lunch occasionally, and I didn't want her getting any ideas about what might be transpiring today.
She pursed her lips, playfully. "Of course, boss, just lunch," she repeated, sarcastically. It was pretty clear she didn't take me seriously. I guess I couldn't blame her, given how often our meetings ended with her on her knees, under my desk or just otherwise licking my cock. But, while I had no intention of breaking things off with her, I also wanted to give her the same career guidance and support I try to give to everyone who works for me.
Not knowing what else to do, I just glared at her and grabbed my coat. "Just lunch," I repeated as we walked to my car.
* * *
"I like your car," Lynn said about halfway back from our lunch. Despite how intimate we'd been together, we'd never seen each other outside of the office. This lunch was the closest thing we'd ever had to being on a date.
Much to my relief, the lunch had gone well. Lynn, as she always did, took things seriously when they need to be taken seriously. Now, though, on the ride back, she was enjoying her time alone with me. And I was enjoying it, too.
"Hey, ‘just lunch’ is over, right?" Lynn asked, looking out the window.
"Yes, of course," I responded, not taking my eyes of the road.
"Well, in that case, there's something I want to show you. Pull in here," she commanded.
We had the time and I was more than a little curious. I complied and pulled into a large parking lot. She took my hand and pulled me into the store.
"Back here," she said, not wasting any time. She took me to the back of the store and pulled a blouse off the rack, seemingly at random. "What do you think?" she asked.
I was disappointed. "Really? This is what we came for?"
Lynn rolled her eyes. "Well, you have to see me wearing it. Obviously." With that, she pushed me into one of the store's dressing rooms and shut door.
"Jesus, we're going to get arrested," I protested. But I stopped short when I saw her peel her top off. I'd never seen her topless before, and I couldn't help but stare at her perfect, young breasts. She laughed at me.
"Don't be silly. There's no one here, and we're not hurting anyone," she continued. "In fact, just the opposite." She began to reach for my zipper.
I was entranced by her breasts, and I instinctively reached down to touch her left nipple. She slapped my hand away.
"You know the rules," she chastised.
Her fucking rules, I thought to myself. She had strict rules for our time together. I wasn't to touch her. I wasn't to pleasure her. Sexual intercourse was a non-starter. And up until now, she was always fully clothed when around me.
"You know, these rules of mine aren't set in stone," she lectured me while nonchalantly putting on the blouse she'd plucked from the store's rack. "When you've been good -- I mean really good -- you might find that one or two of them disappear."
"What if we just did away with them all together?" I said, drinking in just the small taste of her naked flesh I had been afforded. I was dying to touch her, kiss her, feel her. I moved my hand toward her breasts again.
She smiled at me, and I could see lust in her eyes. Still, even though I knew she wanted what I wanted -- to feel my hands glide over her skin, to slide her pants and underwear over her hips, to feel my hot breath on her neck as I slid my manhood between her legs -- she had a plan, and she was determined to see it through.
"There may be a time when we don't need these rules," she said, licking her lips. "But for now, we're going to do this my way."
With that, she enveloped my cock in her mouth. Her way, suddenly, was feeling pretty good.
As always, she pleasured me expertly. She didn't simply suck my cock; she used her tongue to bathe it, caress it, cherish it. She knew just how to drive me wild.
Her expert technique, my mental image of her naked breasts, and the risky nature of receiving a blowjob in a department store changing room had me on edge. Before long, I was shooting my cum over her face and lips. As ever, she smiled with joy as she brought me to completion.
"It's nice to get out of the office, boss," she said, wiping off her face. "We should do this more often."
"Yes, we should," I responded. I watched with wonder as she changed back into her original shirt. Her body, her mind, her attitude all had me captivated. At this point, I would do whatever it took to get her to drop just one more of her damn rules; she had me wrapped around her little finger.
In other words, her plan was working perfectly.
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"Jesus, Lynn, you're crazy." I couldn't believe my favorite intern-turned-employee had dropped to her knees in the middle of the company parking lot.
"It's the weekend, silly," she said, undoing my fly. "We were the only two people here all day, and we're the only two here now." She paused for a moment, thinking. "It's almost like you planned it that way," she realized aloud.
I smiled. The thought of Lynn kneeling in front of me had, indeed, crossed my mind when I was deciding which one of my employees should come in for a couple hours on Saturday. But I thought it would happen in the privacy of my office, or her cubicle -- not in the middle of the parking lot as I was walking her to her car.
But here we were. And the prospect of her tongue on my cock again was enough to keep me from protesting too hard.
It didn't really matter if I had protested, however, because she was already at work. She reached in through my fly and pulled my cock free of its restraints. I immediately felt her hot breath against the head of my cock, and soon I felt her cup her tongue against the underside of my shaft. Needless to say, I was already very aroused.
"Looks like your dick's not as shy as you are," Lynn sang, stroking my cock and looking around one last time before inserting my thickening manhood deep into her mouth. Her warmth and wetness felt amazing as I stood in the cool spring air. I watched cars drive by, unaware of what was going on between the cars in this lot.
Before long, I let out a low, guttural moan -- a signal that Lynn was well aware meant that her work was almost done. She looked up at me expectantly, as she always did, letting me know that she was ready for me to unleash my seed across her face or on her tongue.
Despite my warnings, she still flinched as the first stream of my gooey, warm cum splattered against her nose and upper lip. She smiled with her eyes, never breaking her stroking rhythm, as one or two more ropes of semen landed on her face. She quickly cleaned my member with her tongue before rising to her feet.
"Maybe I should come over to your place and we can keep this going," I offered, zipping up my pants. She never let me reciprocate any of her favors, and I was getting more and more frustrated. It wasn't just that I wanted to make her feel good, which I did. I was also dying to get into her pants.
She smiled broadly, her face still marked with my cum. We had actually never seen each other outside of work, and this was the first time I had brought it up. For a moment, I thought she might actually invite me home with her.
"That's an enticing offer," she admitted, "and I promise you that I'll have you over soon." She paused for a second or two before continuing. "But not yet."
With that, she strolled off to her car to enjoy what was left of her weekend. Meanwhile, I found myself thinking that Monday -- the start of a new work week with her -- couldn't come soon enough.
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Just the name sent a flood of memories through him.
And she was here, standing before him in a flowery summer dress that perfectly suited her slight frame. Much to his relief, it seemed she was happy to see him. In fact, she had a huge smile on her face.
Sam took a moment to enjoy the view before saying hello. He remembered her body, a body that used to be his whenever he wanted it. Seeing it again made him remember those days very fondly.
“Hey there," Sam finally said. "Wow, you look great. Marriage seems to be treating you well.”
“Maybe the second time’s a charm?” she responded with a wry smile.
Sam immediately thought of Elizabeth's first marriage -- and his role in that marriage coming to an end. She had married her high school sweetheart to please her parents, but it wasn't until she went home with Sam the night of an office happy hour that she knew what it was like to be truly fucked. And one time was definitely not enough.
For the next few months, she would find any excuse she could to sneak away and feel Sam inside her once again. Elizabeth would stop by Sam's office, sometimes first thing in the morning, to see if he wanted to have lunch that day -- a not-so-clever code for having sex in his apartment -- and then she'd sometimes even stop by for round two after work. She was insatiable, and Sam loved every minute of it.
His tune changed, however, when she started talking about leaving her husband. Elizabeth was an incredibly attractive woman, but so much of Sam's enjoyment came from knowing he was taking something that wasn't his. He liked the sneaking around; she was tired of living a lie.
When she left her husband despite Sam's objections, Sam called off their torrid little affair. Elizabeth had been disappointed, but not surprised. Shortly after, Sam had transferred to a different city and they had lost touch.
Sam had learned from social media that she had gotten married again. Again, he had heard from mutual friends that she had seemed to be pressured into it. That was four years ago.
"So how's Kevin?" Sam asked. "When am I going to get to meet this new husband of yours?"
"He's actually out of town for a couple days. But he's doing well. We're doing well, really." She paused for a second, as if she was deciding whether or not to share some news. She eventually continued, "I think we're going to take the plunge and have kids."
"Woah, big news." Sam was a little shocked that she was being so open with him. "Sounds like we have a lot of catching up to do. Want to grab a drink?"
"Sure! I better get my drinking in while I still can."
* * *
"So, you don't really want to have kids, do you?"
A couple hours had passed, and they were both several drinks in. That meant Sam's questions were going to get more and more personal.
She looked at him and gulped her beer.
"Ha," Sam smirked. "I knew it."
"No, it's not that. I actually do want kids," Elizabeth responded after finishing her drink. "It's just a lot of commitment, you know? My first marriage didn't end well, but it wasn't a big deal because there weren't kids. This is just a big step."
"So you just don't want kids... with Kevin?" Sam's smart-ass tendencies were on full display. Just then, the house lights in the bar came on. Last call.
"I guess that's good night," Sam said.
She glared at him. "No, no, no. We're not leaving things like that." She paused, but then had an idea. "Kevin has some whiskey at home. You should come over and we'll continue this conversation there." Sam quickly agreed.
* * *
The two of them exited the cab and entered the front door of Elizabeth and Kevin's modest house. Elizabeth made a beeline for the liquor cabinet and pulled out some whiskey.
"You sure Kevin won't mind?" Sam asked as Elizabeth pulled the cork out of the bottle.
"Mind what? You drinking his whiskey or you getting his wife drunk?" She smiled at him as she filled his glass.
"I guess we do have a bit of history," Sam admitted. This was the first they had talked about their past.
"Ha! 'A bit of history?'" Elizabeth laughed. "That's one way of putting it." She took a swig of her drink, never breaking eye contact with Sam. It reminded him of how she looked at him so many years ago. He longed to taste her lips again, and to see her naked body spread out before him. But Sam tried to put those thoughts out of his head.
"Listen, I just meant..." Sam trailed off as he realized Elizabeth was inching closer to him. She put her hand gently on his arm.
"Don't worry about it," she said, placing her glass on a table nearby. "I just think we should do a little less talking." She reached for Sam's glass, too.
She stood on her tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on Sam's lips. He kissed back, instinctively moving his hands to her side and pulling her closer. Sam noticed something new, something different about these kisses -- a sexual hunger that he'd never seen from her before, not even during their whirlwind affair so many years ago.
As their kisses continued, they took turns removing each other's coats, shirts, and pants, just leaving them on the hallway floor. Sam unclasped her bra and pressed her against the wall, trailing kisses from her lips, over her cheek, to her neck and breasts.
"Come upstairs," she said, with more than a little urgency. Sam took her hand as she led him to her and her husband's bedroom.
She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Sam's boxer briefs down. His cock sprang up, free of its elastic prison. Elizabeth took it in her hand, grasping its girth and feeling its hardness. She had to have it inside her. Right now.
"Fuck me, Sam," she whispered into his ear. "Take me."
“I want you so bad," Sam responded, while moving over her. He was laying on top of her now. "But I don’t have a condom.”
“Let's risk it.” She nibbled his earlobe as her hands fondled his shaft and balls.
Sam hesitated. "Come on," she urged, "I've missed you." Her hands gently stroked his cock while pulling it towards the hot, wet opening between her legs.
Sam paused his kisses and looked her in the eyes. She stared back, rubbing the head of his dick on the bare, slippery lips of her pussy.
"If you're sure," he said. Elizabeth nodded, biting her lip. She held herself open with her hands and he pushed himself inside of her.
Elizabeth moaned loudly as Sam's cock parted her labia. It had been way too long since she had felt his presence between her legs. But as many times as they had fucked before, she had never had him -- or any man -- inside her without any protection. It felt better than she could have imagined.
Sam lowered her back to the bed and stretched her arms above her head. His hips moved slowly, taking his time. Elizabeth gasped each time their hips met, relishing the feel of his bare cock probing her depths. She felt every inch of him, every detail, in a way she didn't know possible.
He thrust hard and deep, now pounding her unprotected, married cunt. She moaned loudly with each thrust as her natural juices soaked Sam's cock. She bucked her hips to meet his every stroke.
"Fuck, you're sexy. I'm getting close," Sam warned. He grew quiet, gritting his teeth. He was determined to make things last, but her moans and the feel of his bare cock inside her well-lubricated hole were almost too much to bare.
The stakes were too high, and he wanted to be safe. "I need to pull out," he whispered to her.
But Elizabeth wasn't ready for things to end.
"No. Don't." Her hands moved to his hips, holding him tightly inside her.
“What?” The answer wasn't what Sam had expected to hear. "Baby, you're going to make me burst."
“Finish inside me, Sam... I want your cum… oh, God! Give it to me... Please...” Her words were punctuated by a small gasp each time his full length slid into her, filling her void with his hardness.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Oh! I want your baby,” she said, with an ease that surprised even her. “I need your cum, Sam. Oh. Oh! Please...”
He'd never heard those words from a lover before, but, then again, he'd never fucked another man's wife with nothing between his cock and her fertile egg. This was no longer just a romp while her husband was away -- he was now going to make her his; he was going to transform her with his baby. Sam's energy was renewed as a primal instinct took over.
He kissed Elizabeth behind her ear and continued his deep, full strokes, splitting her labia with his thick manhood. “Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me why.”
“Oh, God.” She had missed the feeling of Sam’s cock so damn much, so much more than she realized until right now. “Oh, don’t stop.”
“I'm not going to stop. But you have to tell me,” he insisted. His lips were right next to his married lover’s ear. “I want to hear you say why you want my cum.”
The feeling of his cock buried in her pussy and his pubic bone pushing against her clit was too much to bear. She felt an orgasm building inside her, more and more with each stroke.
“Because you’re the one I want,” she finally blurted, overcome by emotions and her nearing orgasm. “You're the one I've always wanted. I want to carry your baby, not Kevin's.”
Elizabeth was on the verge of tears. "Please, Sam..." She had never let a man inside her unprotected. Even her husbands had always had to use condoms. She was more open and exposed than she had ever been in her life, and she didn't ever want to go back.
“Please, Sam, just don't stop." Elizabeth was pleading now. Everything was in the open. All that was left was to finish the job -- for her to get what she wanted.
Sam had no intention of stopping. He looked her in the eyes. "If that's what you want, I'll fill you with my seed. I'll give you my baby."
Elizabeth barely managed a whimper. "Yes, please Sam... That's what I want."
Sam met Elizabeth in a deep kiss. Their tongues swirled together. Knowing she was close, he reached down and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
The combination of Sam's acceptance and his fingers on her clit sent Elizabeth over the edge. A wave of orgasmic ecstasy crashed over her, causing the muscles around Elizabeth's pussy to contract; it began to try to milk Sam's potent cum into her willing hole.
"That's right, cum for me, baby," he cooed. "Fuck... your pussy feels so fucking good when you cum."
Elizabeth was in tears, lost in pleasure. Sam's cock continued to explore the depth of her vagina, brushing occasionally against her cervix. With each collision, his pelvic bone ground against her engorged clit. She was splayed wide open, her legs at her sides, taking his full length over and over again. Her breasts heaved with each stroke. This time, Sam wouldn't be able to hold back: he was about to cum.
Elizabeth was immediately brought back to Earth as she felt the first jet of his life-giving seed splash into her bare cunt. It was something unlike anything she ever felt. Two more warm spurts rushed into her, soaking her cervix and leaking out between her quivering labia. Sam held himself deep inside her as his cock continued to pump the rest of his load into her.
Elizabeth could feel her thirsty womb begin to soak up the pool of potent seed that Sam had left inside her. Given the time of the month, there was no doubt she would soon be with child -- Sam's child.
They laid together for a moment, his softening member slowly sliding out of her drenched hole. He kissed her and moved to her side, spooning her while she was on her back. Elizabeth put her knees in the air, trying to prevent any more of Sam's fluids from leaking out.
She turned to him. But all she could muster was a simple "thank you." She was crying tears of joy, overwhelmed from the evening's events and thoughts of how her life was about to change -- but in such a better, more interesting way than she thought it was just a few hours ago.
All she had to do now was make sure Sam's seed took, and then let Kevin fuck her when he got home in a couple of days. He'd never know that it was Sam's baby inside his wife and not his own.
Sam got off the bed and handed Elizabeth her underwear. "Just like old times," Sam said with grin.
Elizabeth's pussy still throbbed, and she felt a drip of his seed leak into her panties. The rest of his load was now safely deposited inside her, filling her with a sense of contentment she had never felt before.
"Not quite," she thought as she gently touched her midriff, which would soon be home to the new life they had created together.
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I had been walking down the hallway, navigating through the maze of cubicles while reading over a new proposal for a client. I hadn’t even noticed anyone as I had walked right by.
The voice, of course, was that of my old intern, Lynn. Lynn had been with the company the previous summer. Her hard work, smarts and dedication had earned her my recommendation for a full-time position once she graduated the next year; it was only a coincidence that she had spent almost as much of her free time that summer working under my desk as she had in her own cube.
I’m sure there was a look of shock on my face when I first saw her after those months. I had completely forgotten that today was her scheduled to be her first as a full-time employee; in fact, I had forgotten she had accepted our offer and was going to be working as the newest member of my team.
Now she was here again, filing while sitting on the office floor in a flowing tan top, black skirt and tall black heels. She wore bright red lipstick.
My mind quickly wandered to the fond memories of those same young, beautiful lips wrapped around my shaft and the countless times I had unloaded on her smiling face and on her warm tongue. She was more than ten years younger than me, and she had an energy that I found absolutely captivating.
I had no expectations that we would continue our relationship once she returned. After all, a lot can change after six months. For all I knew, she had a boyfriend or was even engaged. And she knew that her offer of employment was not connected to our extra-curricular activities.
I had been too busy daydreaming to even respond to her, and Lynn looked disappointed. “Aww, don’t you even remember me?"
"Of course I remember you, Lynn. How could I forget?” I said. “You just caught me by surprise.”
“Surprise? You haven’t been looking forward to me coming back? Because I have,” Lynn said, with an all-too-familiar look of mischief in her eyes. I saw her glance down the hall to see if anyone else was around. Then, without warning, she moved a hand up to touch my crotch. Her thumb brushed the head of my cock through my pants and underwear.
“Jesus, Lynn, not here,” I hissed, trying to keep quiet. I calmed down, realizing no one else was around. “You know you don’t have to do this.”
Lynn smiled up at me, refusing to move her hand as she gently cupped my manhood through my pants. “It’s not about what I have to do,” she grinned, “it’s about what I want to do.” She paused, feeling my thickening cock grow in my trousers. She raised her eyebrows, smiling. “And I think you want it, too.”
I couldn’t deny it. Lynn had an effect on me that I couldn’t explain – of course, the feel of her fingers gently stroking my cock certainly didn’t hurt. I was going to give in, and we both knew it. Lynn unzipped my pants and freed my hard cock from my underwear.
She began to stroke my cock. “Lynn,” I whispered, in a tone that could have even been either protest or pleasure. She just smiled.
Lynn started slow, working my shaft from my balls to the tip. She spat in her hands to provide some semblance of lubrication. Before long, she had unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse and was massaging her breast with whichever hand wasn’t working on my stiff member.
We heard commotion around the corner – coworkers, in all likelihood – and Lynn’s stroking sped up. “You better hurry, boss,” she taunted. I could see in her face just how much pleasure she was deriving from reclaiming the power she had held over me last summer.
The feel of her hand wrapped around me was amazing, but it was the look in her eyes – the expectant look, her clear desire to be the one to make me cum – that finally sent me over the edge.
“Lynn,” I whispered again, this time clearly as a warning that she had reached her goal and my orgasm was imminent.
“Cum for me, boss,” she encouraged, but I was already on my way. She continued to stroke me as my balls tightened, my cock spasmed, and my seed sprayed over her face and clothing.
Grinning, she flicked the wet tip of my cock with her tongue and gulped down the rest of my gooey load.
“Mmm, tastes just like I remember,” she said, re-buttoning up her blouse and wiping my spilled seed off her blouse and skirt.
I caught my breath, zipped up my pants, and helped Lynn to her feet. “Maybe you should come to my office and I can return the favor,” I offered, quietly. She had never allowed me to touch or pleasure her last summer, despite my repeated offerings. I didn’t know why, but those were her rules.
Lynn shook her head. “Sorry, boss, but you know the deal: You get my mouth and my hands. Everything else is off limits.” She gestured with her hands from her breasts down to the floor.
I audibly sighed in exasperation. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face between her legs and repay her, even just a little, for the pleasure she’d given me.
But Lynn wasn’t having it, and she turned to walk back to her cubicle. “It’s great to be back, boss,” she called out. “I’ll see you soon.”
I’ll make sure of that, I thought, my eyes transfixed to her ass as she walked down the hallway. Just like last summer, I was under her spell again. And neither of us would have it any other way.
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