Erotica Stories
Seanna McCaffrey is the president and CEO of McCaffrey & Associates, a small but very successful business founded by her grandfather, after whom she was named, and from whom she inherited her business sense. When he took it over for a while, her father did not run it very well, and she has brought it from the brink of disaster to its present thriving condition. She is tall, about 5' 8", slender and light boned, so that her 127 pounds are not skinny. She wears her carrot-colored hair fairly short, and dresses for business in very tailored grey pants-suits, with just a touch of color in her accessories. Although she appears to be in her early twenties, she will celebrate her thirtieth birthday this coming November. Her body is soft with curves. Her waist is small, accenting the firm roundness of her hips, the small mound of her belly. She has been known to freeze uncooperative subordinates with her grey-green eyes. But, as you might guess, under the severely private, cold exterior, beats a hot and passionate heart. She normally separates her business and private life very strictly, but then she discovered: Alexandra "Sandy" Marlin. At 26, she had worked her way "up the corporate ladder" to a minor management position, entirely on her ability. Seanna discovered her record, and promoted her to Administrative Assistant to the CEO. She is an untiring worker, a top business analyst. She produces the neatest, most complete reports of anyone Seanna has ever known. Sandy is of average height, but with outstanding looks. Her long dark- brown straight hair frames her thin pixie face, a contrast to her large deep blue eyes. She dresses less severely than Seanna, going in for earth-colored skirt-suits with pastel blouses. She loves sexy shoes, and wears them well on her small, well formed feet. She has large, well proportioned breasts, which carry well on her larger- boned frame. Though she is self-conscious about it, they jiggle delightfully when she walks. Her legs are firm and solid, but not at all heavy, and men at the office enjoy a peek at her nylon-clad "stems" as she climbs the stairs. Her hips and ass blossom forth from her waist in a very eye-pleasing way, and she has an unconscious wiggle, accented by her high heels, that has drawn whistles in the parking lot. Her quick, bright smile is matched by an equally quick frown, and her young face already shows signs of "worry lines". She is subject to stomach cramps, and somehow, this awakens a protective urge in Seanna, who finds herself unaccountably attracted to this woman. For her own part, Sandy thinks the world of Seanna. She wonders at how she always seems to know the right thing to say, the right moves to make in business, and secretly wishes that she were the sister she didn't have. About six months ago, Seanna's secretary left the company because of pregnancy, and she placed an ad for a replacement. Several applicants showed up, and among them was Erik Jansson. Erik had all the necessary skills, and so, with a small chuckle at the thought of having a male secretary, she hired him. Erik is a writer, but as yet has not made his mark. His works have been published from time to time in magazines, but he needs an income that's more regular. Putting aside his considerations, he applied at McCaffrey. He was glad he did. He enjoys being around Seanna, and is not ashamed to admit he admires her ability as well as her looks. The guys at Duffy's Tavern give him some flak, but he laughs it off easily. Erik is "six-foot-two, eyes of blue", with sand-colored hair. His mother was a Scottish lass, and there is a hint of red in his hair when you see it in a certain light. He got his fathers big Scandenavian frame, and he carries it well. He wears European-cut suits in brown and tan, and fitted shirts to the office. He keeps a light tan by stopping at the gym's sun room once in a while. He's got a good, solid pair of buns, something which both women noticed right away, and which Seanna tends to watch when he exits her office. They have also noticed, from time to time, that his "basket" is pretty well filled, too, though never obvious. Twice a week he spends some time in the gym across from Duffy's and works out or plays a round of racketball with his friend Mike, so he hasn't lost his muscle-tone. He was a varsity letterman, specializing in rings and parallel bars. Although he almost always has a date when he wants one, he has no strong attachments, and, as he tells Mike, is "just lookin' around." Two months ago, Seanna invited Sandy to a restaurant for dinner after work. The two women had a few drinks, and began to lose the "edge" of employer-employee relationships, beginning to become friends. They have been out to dinner together several times since. After their last dinner, and a few drinks, Seanna suggested they go to her apartment, where the drinks would be as good, and they could be more comfortable. Sandy agreed, and a short cab ride later, they arrived, and were greeted by the doorman. "Hullo, Ms. McCaffrey. Fine ev'nin." he said, as he pressed the elevator button. "Hello, Matt." The two women entered the elevator, and shortly were in Seanna's large, but not ostentatious apartment. Sandy looked around at the comfortable, modern furniture, and said, "I love your place." "Thank you. Give me your jacket. Like to look around?" "Yes." Sandy was relieved of her suit jacket, revealing a sheer pink blouse that only slightly veiled her well-filled bra. "Well, go ahead," Seanna invited her as she put away Sandy's jacket and her own. "Make yourself at home. What will you drink?" "Um, seven and seven." Seanna crossed the room to a small bar, tuned the stereo to soft music, and began making the drinks while Sandy looked around. The older woman brought up two glasses as the brunette peeked through the open bedroom door. "Here y'are. Cheers." "Um. Good. Oh, what a big beautiful bed. Your apartment is wonderful, Seanna." "Thanks. I like it. Come sit on the couch with me and relax. You seem nervous. Can't you forget I'm the boss? We're friends." "Sure, Seanna." Sandy was not willing to tell her the real reason for her nervousness. Not yet. "Tell me some more about yourself, Sandy. Do you have brothers or sisters?" "No, and I always wanted a sister. My parents died in a car crash when I was 12, and my aunt and uncle raised me. They had two boys younger than I." "That must have been difficult." "Actually, no. They treated me like their own. There was never any "me against them," or anything. They even saved my parents' modest holdings and sent me to business college. How about you, Seanna? Do you have a sister?" "I have three brothers, one older. I always thought a sister would be fun, too. Someone to talk girl-talk to. "We were a strict religious family, and there wasn't much talk about the things I wanted to know - mainly boys, then. My brothers weren't much help, they wanted to 'protect' me." The younger woman drained her glass. "Another?" "Uh, yes, thanks." The red-head got up and walked to the bar. "Seanna?" "Yes?" "Let's be sisters." "What a wonderful idea! We could 'adopt' each other." "Yes. And we could share secrets, and all the things we wanted to talk about and do as kids." "We should celebrate. Say, I'll open some champagne!" They giggled over pulling the cork, Seanna holding the bottle between her legs, and Sandy stroking the neck of the bottle. "What a big one you have, and what an odd color!" Sandy laughed. Secretly, she was fighting an urge to kiss Seanna, finding the red-head unaccountably attractive. "What's going on with me?" she thought. Eventually, the bottle was opened and the bubbly was poured. They clinked glasses, smiled at each other, and toasted their new "sisterhood". "But no favors at work," Sandy said after a moment. "I want no mistake, I'm gonna make it on my own." The drinks had loosened her tongue a bit. "Why, of course not. Not even for a real sister. You should know me better." They drank in silence for a while. "My aunt and uncle were religious, too. They made sure we all went to church and Sunday school and all that, but I stopped when I went to college." To herself Sandy thought, "I never was attracted to another woman before. Should I tell her?" "I stopped going to mass many years ago," Seanna answered. "To me it seems the church doesn't see that God made us the way we are, and, well, that it's ok to enjoy what we've got." "I wish I were as beautiful as you," the brunette whispered, as the red head refilled the glasses. "What? Silly, you're a very beautiful woman. The men at the office think so, too. I've watched them look at you. Erik likes to watch you getting things from the bottom drawer of the file cabinet." "He watches your bottom, too," Sandy giggled. "He's good looking, isn't he?" "Umm. When he walks by and gives me that smile I kinda melt. He's got great buns, doesn't he?" Sandy was loosening up, the champagne and the sudden close friendship making her feel very comfortable. "Oh, yes. I almost forget what I'm doing sometimes, watching his tight little cheeks." They sipped some more. A warm cozy feeling was creeping up Sandy's insides. Her secret attraction to Seanna, and the talk about Erik, to whom she was also attracted, was taking a toll. "You ever wonder what he'd be like? I mean, er, in bed," she blurted. "Yes, but not enough to do anything about it... yet." They laughed. They sipped a while in silence. "Do you have a man in your life now, Sandy?" She has had several men, but has found them generally too rash and insensitive, and not formed any lasting attachments. Besides, though she would like a warm, nurturing relationship, and fulfilling sex, she would rather not give up her career, as she feels she must if she were to marry, and she is convinced that living with someone would be the same. "No, not right now. You?" "Nobody special. The last guy I went with, I thought he was special. He was one of the few who didn't mind my being 'Ms President' and who - well, he was exciting, but... no good." Seanna is very selective about those she allows to participate in her private "rites", and is fiercely loyal to her men- until they prove themselves "unworthy" of her, when she drops them, often on their heads. She is willing to try anything to see if she likes it, and she usually does. "Seanna? Is it wrong for a woman to be, er, ah, attracted to another woman?" "Wrong? No, of course not." "Would that make her a lesbian?" "No, not unless she preferred women to men as a rule." Seanna replied, "Why?" "Oh, er, nothing. Excuse me. All this champagne, I need the bathroom." She got up, went down the hallway and closed the door. The inner warmth was very strong, and after relieving her bladder, the touch of the paper sent a thrill up her belly. "No," she thought, "not here." But the demanding warmth called her, and she wet a fingertip in her mouth and touched her love button. Meanwhile, Seanna sipped more champagne and wondered about Sandy's question, and wondering at her own attraction to the voluptuous brunette. She got up, walked to the bar, and found some pretzels. She poured them out into a bowl, carried them back to the sofa, and nibbled at them. Sandy's touchings had only increased the heat, her juices flowing, her now swollen nether lips hungry. She spread her thighs a little wider, her love bud lengthening in its nest. Her fingers played in the medium-brown patch of gently curled hair which barely covered her full woman's lips. She pressed her thumbs together above her sparsely covered mound and pushed downward. Her bud stood out straighter, her frilly inner lips opening. She moved her thumbs up and down, and the little hot wad moved up and down in the caressing nest. Desire filled her, like a hollow in her loins. She rocked her hips forward, sliding to the front edge of the seat. She kicked the white cotton panties off her legs and spread her knees yet further. Her thigh muscles tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed. Her flexing fingers milked at her hot delta of flesh, drawing waves of heat from her inner needs. She inserted a finger, then two, and worked them in and out, trying to console her agonized need. Then she began to walk them around inside herself. She began to mew softly. Her other hand joined the first, rubbing at the frilly inner lips, teasing the bud which sent such intense chills and warm lightnings in her belly. "She's been gone a long while," Seanna mused, finishing her glass. "I wonder if she's all right." She chuckled aloud. "She's had a lot to drink, I hope she didn't pass out in there." Sandy's hands were working a dance on her soft wet flesh, her little moans becoming audible. She flung her knees wide, pressing a third finger into play. She clawed at her inner softness, her other hand gripping the top of her pussy, twisting and sliding against her erect button. Shocking heat speared through her. Her ass bounced on the toilet rim. "I better see if she's okay." Seanna got up and walked to the closed bathroom door, and listened a moment. She heard a soft moan from within. "Sandy?" No answer. Sandy's mouth was open in a grimace, her head tossing from side to side, her three fingers buried to the second knuckle, her left hand massaging a breast. Now Seanna really was worried. She hesitated a moment, then opened the door. "Oh! Excuse... Oh." Embarrased at having barged in, but fascinated by the scene she was witnessing, Seanna stood a moment in the doorway. Sandy turned three shades of purple, returning to the world, and began to cover herself. "Oh, sweet little sister, don't stop. Finish what you started." Sandy's hands really didn't want to leave their work, and after a moment resumed their clawing. Seanna watched, her own fires warming. She softly entered the room, and sat on the edge of the tub next to Sandy. "Oh yes. Oh, is that good? Mmm." Her hands went to Sandy's face, pushing back a strand of hair. Sandy had both hands back on her mound, one working the puffy lips back and forth, the other once more plunged in, wriggling at the hot flesh of the front wall of her canal. The older woman leaned forward a bit, until her lips just brushed those of her newly-adopted sister. Her tongue darted out, just whisking against Sandy's soft red, also darting tongue. Seanna found the buttons up the back of Sandy's sheer blouse, and undid them while they kissed, then pulled the blouse gently from the brunette's shoulders as she broke away. Her hands went to the front snap of her bra and undid it quickly. The older woman's fingers gently drew the straps from the brunette's shoulders and pulled the bra from the treasures it had held. Sandy's full large breasts were capped by brownish silver-dollar sized areoles surrounding little berries that had puckered up hard with her excitement. Seanna's hands went to the twin globes and stroked them, rolling the nipples gently. "How big your areoles are! And look how your nipples pucker." She bent and darted her tongue over them. Sandy's hips began to buck, her moaning grew louder. The red-head leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the hard-puckered tip of Sandy's nipple, while her hand joined Sandy's own. At first exploring, then massaging Sandy's erect love bud. She pressed and pulled at the little wad, watching Sandy's face. "Unn!... Ohh!... OOOOH!" "Cum, little sister. Oh, yes, cum. You look so pretty when your cumming!" Sandy reached the heights. She tottered a moment, delightfully pausing at the brink of the precipice, then plunged headlong. Lightnings and sparks went off in her body, her muscles jerked and spasmed, her round ass bumping on the seat. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open. The tight muscles forced her fingers half out of her body. "OOOOOOOOHHH." Skillfully playing the rhythm of Sandy's spasms, Seanna gently stroked her trigger, extending the awsome throes of Sandy's pleasure. Slowly, the after-shocks eased, settling into a warm fuzzy glow. Seanna was enthralled, watching the younger woman. Her own love channel had heated, her ice-blue lace panties were drenched. "Kiss me again," Sandy murmered. Eagerly, she did, and found a warm, wet tongue licking the corners of her mouth. Sandy's tongue answered. The brunette's hands went out to Seanna's body. Suddenly, she broke away. "Seanna, I'm scared and I'm embarassed. I... I've never... er, ..." The red-head replied, "Neither have I, sweet little sister. I've never even considered it before. Relax. We're sisters, remember?" "You always seem to know things," Sandy remarked, nodding. "Come on, let's not stay in here." They wandered back out into the hallway, Sandy clutching her discarded blouse and undies. They returned to the living room, and sat back down on the sofa. Sandy's bounteous breasts were still exposed, her rumpled skirt askew on her hips. Sandy took a big gulp of champagne. Seanna smiled at her. "I'm hot, too, now," she said softly. She picked up her champagne glass in one hand, sipping, and slid the other hand to the crotch of her pants, her eyes welling deeply as the looked at the full-chested brunette. Sandy watched wide-eyed as the red-head began to rub herself gently through the cloth. She drank some more champagne, and watched in silence. Her curiosity was aroused as well as her inner fires, which rekindled at the sight. Suddenly, she leaned forward and began to undo Seanna's blouse. "I bet your breasts are beautiful." "They're kinda small, not like yours." The brunette stopped at her words. "Maybe she doesn't want me to," she thought. "Go ahead. Please. I want you to," the red-head whispered. Sandy slowly and gently finished with the buttons, then slowly pulled the tails from under the belt, drawing the blouse open like curtains, unveiling the shapely fleshy mounds beneath. Seanna was not wearing a bra. Though not large, her breasts were well shaped and full, firm, set high, and crowned with quarter-sized areoles which stood firmly, almost like a breast on a breast. "Oh! They ARE beautiful. And I love your freckles!" Her chest, like her face, was sprinkled with little freckles. On sudden impulse, she leaned forward and kissed the hardening pink tips. Seanna's nipples were highly sensitive and erectile. She has been known to "get off" just on these. The sensation sent chills down her spine, and little sparks of heat in her belly. Seanna removed the blouse and sat back to enjoy the attention, humming softly in her throat. Sandy broke off to kiss her again on the mouth, parting her lips, hungrily pushing her tongue between the red-heads lips. Sandy's fingers explored the other woman's firm breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling the nipples, which grew puffy and full. She kissed her way down her neck and fastened her mouth around the full pinkness, flicking the tip of her tongue over the ripening raisins. Seanna's moaning grew. "Come, little sister." She said, after a while. Getting up, she took Sandy's hand, and led her to the bedroom. She dimmed the lights to a rosy glow, and began to remove the rest of her clothes. Under the severe business suit, she had worn very feminine lace underwear in Ice-Blue, a color that accented her hair and milk-white skin. In fact, sometimes, she will go without underwear, delighting in the delicate sensuous feeling, and in the secrecy and the "naughtiness" of it. When she had removed the clinging material, Sandy saw that her "bush" was full, a tangle of color slightly deeper red than the hair on her head, diamond- shaped, with a thin spear of color projecting three-quarters the way to her full, sensuous navel. Her legs were thin but well shaped, and terminated in a pair of globes that were a delight to behold, and, as she bent to remove her stockings, the brunette glimpsed the sanctuary whose altar lies behind nature's pink and frilly veil. Sandy giggled slightly and removed her skirt and stockings. In a moment, there were two very different, very beautiful and very naked women standing by the bed. Seanna laughed. "We forget to bring the bubbly!" "I'll get it," Sandy laughed. Seanna watched her go. She really did have a nice derriere. "Don't forget the glasses," she called out. Seanna turned down the cover on the big bed, and when Sandy returned, she smiled and bounced onto the bed, sliding over and patting the space next to her. Sandy giggled again, put the bottle and glasses on the night-table, and sat next to and facing her. She put her arms around the older woman's neck, her ample breasts just brushing the tips of the red-heads smaller ones. Seanna began to stroke Sandy's back, running her hands up and down the other woman's spine, the unfamiliar touch of her feminine finger tips beckoning the brunette back down to the dizzying rush of excitement. She reached lower and lower, finally stroking and squeezing the younger woman's rounded buttocks. Sandy flicked Seanna's cone-shaped nipples with her tongue, lightly brushing them, teasing, then covered one with her mouth, sucking it in and out between her lips. Seanna began to groan again, lying down, her legs writhing on the covers. Sandy flicked the tip of her tongue over the now full cones, and the red-head began to shiver. Seanna cupped her hands over Sandy's breasts as they hung down over her, and began to knead them, squeezing the warm flesh, rolling her large nipples in her fingers. "That feels so good, Seanna," she murmered. Her hand strayed down Seanna's belly. "You're so pretty. I love your red hair. See how it curls. It's so full and bushy." She ran her fingers through the shock of curls adorning Seanna's belly. She pulled gently at the red curls, stroking her way closer and closer to the mound they covered. Then, slowly and gently, she parted the fleshy folds and ran a finger in the valley between. The red-head put her arms around the brunette and pulled her onto her undulating body, wrapping her thin legs around the younger woman's fuller ones. She pressed her hot wet flesh against Sandy's thigh. Sandy squirmed around, then sat up, working one of her legs under, the other over, Seanna's. Then she pressed forward, until her warm woman's lips were kissing the red head's. She stroked the other woman's belly with her fingers, running them up over her breasts, down over her hips. She manouvered herself until her again erect bud was pressing hotly against Seanna's, almost like a miniature penis. She ground her hips forward, the heat rising once more. She pushed her index finger down so that it touched both their triggers, then pumped it up and down. Seanna lunged her hips forward and up, raising the pressure, pressing her own lengthening bud against the brunette's. The two women writhed and squirmed, finding the right angle, pressing. Their wet warmth bumped and ground together, kissing and sucking against each other like two hungry mouths, their hands squeezing each other's breasts, pulling each others nipples. The red and dark-brown curls mingled wetly as their writhing bodies sought release, their two erect love-buds straining against each other. Sandy dimly thought to herself, as she started the trip to the pinnacle, "Am I doing this? Or am I dreaming?" Seanna was lost to thought, her quicker responses having already brought her near the edge. She began to quiver, her nipples erected, her voice lost in little mewing whimpers. "Mmmm... oo, oo, mmmMMMM." As Sandy went up the ladder of excitement, a part of her was watching Seanna. "She really gets into it, doesn't she." she thought. Seanna had begun to cum. Her stomach muscles knotted, little beads of sweat grew from her skin, her areoles grew so they looked ready to burst. "mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!" In the next moment, Sandy, too, went over, plunging into the lightnings once more. Her lips clamped and released as her sphincters went into spasms, rubbing more fiercely against her slender partner's. "OHH... UNG...AHH." Sandy collapsed over the red-head's body. They twined their arms and legs about each other, squirming in their after-shocks. "Ohh. Nice," Seanna breathed. "But I still want. Oohh. I want something in me." She rolled over, refilled the glasses, handed one to Sandy, and sipped. Then she got up, walked across the room, opened a drawer and withdrew a huge knobbed vibrator. "Do you have any 'toys' at home, Sandy?" Sandy was embarrased, first at the sight of Seanna's "toy" and second to admit that she used them. Actually, when she feels the urge, at home, she would often and easily "help herself" with fingers, pillow and a "toy". She usually keeps her wants and desires to herself, not expressing them easily. But after a moment, she admitted. "Yes, a smaller one, though." Seanna walked back to the bed, brandishing the instrument like a sword. She sipped some more champagne, then lay back on the pillows. She held the vibrator between her legs, prodding at her still-moist lips, then stopped. "Here, won't you do me?" she asked, handing the instrument to Sandy. Sandy hefted the thing, stared wide-eyed at Seanna's writhing, vulnerable body, her legs spread wide, her pink gates open. She gulped down the rest of the glass, then crawled over until she was sitting between the red-heads knees. She lay the vibrator lengthwise in the the older woman's valley and rubbed it slowly up and down. Seanna reached down and pulled her lips apart with her fingers, moaning softly. Sandy prodded at the entrance to the tunnel of love with the bulbous head of the instrument, twisting and turning slowly. She found the control knob on its butt end, and turned it a little. A low pitched hum began, the device waking in her fingers. She prodded and twisted some more, wetting the end in Seanna's ample juices. Seanna moaned, her fingers dancing on her lips and mound. Sandy watched fascinated as the device began to slip into the warm pink opening, framed so beautifully by the red curls. She pushed, then pulled it almost out, then pushed again, recalling how she did herself at home. With each entry Seanna's moans grew deeper. When half its length had disappeared, Sandy turned the control up a bit more. The low hum rose to a snarl, the instrument pulsing and growling in her hand. "Ohh... Good... Mmm... More... Ohh..." Sandy pulled it slowly out, then back in. It slid more easily as Seanna's moisture wet the ribbed shaft. Sandy was warming to her task, and began to pump the instrument in and out, twisting the control up and down. Sandy's free hand wrapped itself around her left breast, squeezing herself, pulling at the nipples, stretching them, then pressing them. Seanna was squeezing her own breasts. She spread her fingers in a fan, and rotating her wrists, drummed her erect nipples. Her knees spread wide on each in-stroke, then drew together on the out stroke. Her head rocked back and forth. "Ahhg! Yes! Ohh! Innn! Ohh. Harder!" Sandy pumped. She pressed in as far as she dared, feeling the soft resistance of Seanna's insides. She watched enthralled as the red head began to buck, her hips and her delicious ass thrusting up off the bed, her knees shaking. Sandy's hand found her own wet tunnel, and probed. She watched the red-heads pink flesh as it drew back and forth with the instrument, how her erect nubbin clawed at it as she pressed it in. "Ohh. Give it to me! Ohhhhhh!" Seanna bucked up, her body contacting the bed only on her feet and shoulders. Her skin flushed, her freckles seeming to stand out, her nipples expanding. Sandy turned the control up all the way. The instrument roared, it seemed almost to draw into Seanna's body of itself. Seanna pressed her hips forward and down, impaling herself even more deeply than Sandy had dared. "mmmmmmmMMMMMMMAAAAH!" Sandy rotated the butt of the vibrator, twisting it in the red-head's body, stirring the flesh. She stirred her own flesh with her fingers. "mmmmMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAH!" Again the rising moaning cry burst from Seanna's throat. Her body flopped back to the bed, she rolled onto her side, the vibrator still deep in her body. She drew her knees up to her chest and shook. Sandy had released her hold when Seanna dropped, but now reached out and took it once more. The butt end was slippery with the overflow of Seanna's hot honey. Her round ass-cheeks glistened with it. Sandy pumped the shaft, jerking it with very short quick strokes. Seanna's whole body shook with each stroke. Her arms clasped her knees, her head jerked back, her face a grimace. "Nn... NNg... Gggk..." Inarticulate throat noises escaped her lips. Finally, the spasms began to ease. She rolled onto her back, her legs straightened. Sandy turned the control off and began to withdraw the vibrator. "Ahh! Wait! Slowly." More gently, she eased the monster from its soft casing. "Gee, I never cum like that," she thought. Seanna lay back, exhausted, her eyes closed. Sandy looked at the instument, slick with the red-head's honey. She lay down next to Seanna, spread her legs and pressed it to her tunnel. How big it felt! Wet as it was, and ready as she was, it entered easily. She pressed it in another inch, then reached up and turned it on. Oh, how it moved! Her finger play had readied her, her watching the other woman's pleasure had dazzled her, and now the vibrator was completing the work. She raised her knees higher, spread them as wide as she could, and took the device in both hands and pushed. "Ohh. Yes, its good. Ohh." Seanna awoke from her drowse at the sounds. "Oh, little sister, let me." Seanna took both the big fluffy pillows and mounded them together. "Here. Lie over these," she instructed. Sandy rolled over onto the pillows, her voluptuous round cheeks in the air, her knees far apart. "Now relax, little sister." Seanna parted Sandy's lips with one hand and guided the huge instrument into her love channel with the other. She snaked it around in Sandy's body. When a good part of its length had disappeared, she switched it on. "Mmmm..." Sandy mumbled into the sheets as the device hummed within her. Seanna worked more and more of the device into Sandy, twisting and turning it as she did. With her free hand she began to stroke and pinch gently at the elevated cheeks of Sandy's wiggling derriere. "Ohh. Umm." Seanna advanced the control another notch, the device began to growl. "Oooh... Ung.." The red-head pumped the vibrating device in and out of Sandy's hot tunnel, pressing it this way and that, stimulating every nerve. She watched how Sandy's flesh clung to the huge shaft as she withdrew it, how it pressed her flesh inward as she forced it back into the depths. She watched as the little ring of her rearmost opening pooched in and out. Sensing the brunette was at the edge, Seanna turned the machine on full and pressed it in, working it around. She massaged the soft purple pucker of Sandy's other opening with a wet fingertip. "Arrrg... Ohhh.. NNNNNG!" Sandy's cheeks waved back and forth, the muscles jiggling and rippling, as the waves of intense pleasure mounted to climax. Sandy came. And came. Her insides churned as never before, her muscles tightening, flashes of heat coursing her spine. She clamped hard on the monster, as it roared within her. She thought she would pass out, but still Seanna insistantly stirred the machine in her body, stroked her little ring as it pooched in and out. At last she slumped, and the device turned off. Slowly it withdrew from her body, she felt both relief and loss at its going. "Oh, Seanna. That was... beautiful! Oh, I'm so tired!" "Me too, little sister. Stay with me tonight, we'll sleep well." "Good. Thanks. Hold me?" They kissed and fell asleep in each others arms. Back to top
I awoke at an earlier time than my usual 10:30 A.M., it was 8:05 A.M., to be precise. My lover had already left for work and I was so horny I could hardly stand it! My hands glided down to my sopping pussy and I could feel the juices already starting to boil. I rubbed my clit in a circular motion and concentrated on thinking how good it would feel to have my lover's cock inside of me, and came in an instant. Yet, it still wasn't enough! I got up and opened up the top dresser drawer, which contained some of my most silky undies, and my "other" friend. This 9 inch vibrator always could do the trick! I lay back down upon the bed and turned it on, even the slight humming of it made me crave it more. First, I put it upon my nipple of my right tit, and felt it softly harding it. Then I did it to my left tit, starting to become aroused once again. My thin legs bucked up in anticipation and I licked my lips as I eased it to my gaping hole. I took the whole 9 inches at once and a shudder went thru my body. Up and down I rode my "Friend" until I had came at least 10 times! Exausted, I slowly pulled it out, turned it off, and fell into a satisfied slumber. (Now if you think that this is the end of a horny morning, you've got another think cuming!) I awoke again at noon, wide-eyed and hungry! So, I called to have pizza delivered at my apartment. Twenty minutes or so passed. I freshened up, took a hot bath, and curled my hair. Needless to say, I was still quite hot and wet from the morning's adventure, so while in the bathtub, I let the water from the faucet hit my clit and came a couple more times. I had just put on my robe, when I heard the knock at the door. I had forgotton that I had JUST my robe on, hunger pains taking over, and answered the door. There stood a gorgeous boy, not more than 20, with a gaping mouth and a small sausage pizza in his hand. He was tall, blonde, and thin, and from the look of his newly tightened jeans, I could tell he liked what he saw! I, of course, had my own ideas. I invited him in and told him I'd be right back with the money. I went into the bedroom and got 10 bucks and slightly undid my robe so that my tits were exposed. I came back into the living room and I watched as he nervously licked his lips. His eyes were fixed upon my big breasts, and he set the pizza on the table. Now for the good stuff, I thought, as I stuffed the 10 secudively into his jeans. I asked him his name and he called himself Jamie. "Well, Jamie," I said "would you like to have some fun?" All he could do was nod, for I had already started unbuttoning his too-tight jeans, and found his cock wasn't bad in size at all! My lips wrapped around his penis eagerly, and he moaned loudly in pleasure. I let the rest of my robe slip off, and immediately he started to fondle my breasts. I then laid him upon the floor and asked him if he knew how to use his tongue besides licking his lips, in which he quickly turned me into a 69 position and started licking away. Oh yes! This boy was sweet, and I came and came all over his young face. I could feel his own pressure building up inside my mouth as I stroked him and sucked him at the same time. Finally, his body trembled and he let at a low moan and gushed into my mouth. I quickly pulled it out and stroked him faster until he came all over my soft tits. Both quite satisfied he thanked me, put his clothes on, and left. The moral to this story? Well, there's nothing like a free pizza and a horny nympho Back to top
Dear Diary:
I've been here a month now so I guess I'd better catch up on some of the things that have been happening. OH! I haven't met my TRUE LOVE or anything like that, but I sure have been having fun. In spite of what the women at work said, I did go out with one guy from work. Well, I 'sort of' went out with him. Wait. You'll see as I explain what happened. You see, after I had been there a couple of days he called me in to take a letter. I hadn't seen him before and when I did, well I just about flipped. I honestly wondered why on earth he wasn't a movie star. I'd met attractive men before, but he was something else. Everything about him just fit together perfectly. His face was handsome and the body it sat on was terrific!! His shoulders were broad and his hips narrow. He moved with the kind of gracefulness that seemed part animal. His pants were tight enough so that I could see the bulge of his cock and that looked every bit as great as the rest of him. Just looking at him started a warm moisture in my panties that I squirmed around on the seat. Of course he noticed the way I was staring at him. Hell, he would have had to been blind to miss it. I suppose he's conceited as hell, but looking like that, there isn't much he can do about it. His eyes grazed over my body taking it in, but I wasn't registering. He just gave me a kind of blank look and started the letter. I was kind of pissed at his lack of interest. And disappointed too. So I crossed my legs and let him see all the way up my skirt. He took a long look at my legs, and then continued to dictate!!! Well, at least he had noticed me, so I felt somewhat better. After we finished, it was time for lunch and I hoped that he would ask me to have lunch with him. I concentrated on it hard hoping that we would eventually get into bed. He must have heard my thoughts because he finally did ask me. We were just out of the door when he looked at me and said, "I only live a few blocks away from here. How would you like to go up to my place for lunch?" I knew right away that I wouldn't get much to eat except for some hot cock. I thought about it for a minute and then said no. I was still pissed at having to practically strip before he even bothered to notice me. Besides, I didn't want him to think I was that much of a push-over. Right after I said it, I felt like kicking myself though. I still wanted him inside me; with his body laying hot and heavy and sweaty on top of mine. I don't think any girl had ever refused him anything before that because he looked shocked. He was nice about it though and took me to a nice restaurant around the corner. We talked a lot and I kept on squirming. I wished that the table and all the other people could've disappeared right then. I would have done it on the floor. When we got back to the office, I thanked him for lunch and went back to the steno room, kicking myself in the ass all the way. He hadn't asked me for a date or anything. I was so mad that I snapped at Jean and Pat and then had to apologize all over the place. Then the call came. He wanted me to take another letter. I was so excited I began to feel stupid. Really, I was behaving like some silly teen-ager on her first date. Shit, I didn't want to marry the guy, just sleep with him. So, I calmed down and took another letter. After it was finished, he asked me if I had much other work to do. It had been a slow day and I told him I didn't. "Then how about locking the door and having some fun for an hour or two? You're a good-lookin' woman and I thought we might like to get to know each other better." "Right here? You mean in the office? But what if someone came in? I'd get fired." I was very surprised, to say the least. And, I didn't want to lose this job so soon after getting it. "That's why I suggested we lock the door. All the important men are in conference and you wouldn't be missed. So, why not?" "Give me a minute to think about it." He nodded and I collapsed back into my chair. I had never done anything like that before. Not for real! Pretending to be a whore don't count. I couldn't figure out if I liked his approach. I mean, just coming out and saying it like that, like he really figured I was so horney I couldn't possibly pass up the chance to ball him. But, well, this was something else again. It was just plain raw sex. No pretenses. No promises. Just sex. I can't explain the difference between that and the time I let those dudes gang-bang me, but I knew that there was one. While I sat there thinking, I watched him. He was leaning back in his seat looking lazy and unconcerned. He sure acted like he was doing me a great big favor to spare a few minutes of his time to fuck me. But all of a sudden that turned me on so damn much. I felt like a harem girl or something, waiting for the king's bidding. Besides that, just looking at him had my blood racing through my veins, hot and fast. So I nodded and he locked the door. I stood up and he took me in his arms and kissed me. I almost swooned from having him so close to me. His tongue probed open my lips and darted in and out until the heat in my pussy was driving me mad. As he held me, I could feel his prick harden up. It felt big and hot, throbbing against me. He pushed me away and ran his hands over my body. Then he played with my breasts until I could feel my erect nipples pressing hard against the fabric of my bra. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and play with my naked body. But, as though he could read my mind again, he said something about staying dressed ... just in case. I couldn't argue with that either, but knowing that we couldn't lay there and touch each other's naked bodies made me want to hurry and get his hardness inside me. I crumbled to the floor and he lay down beside me. He pulled up my short skirt until it was around my hips and then pulled off my panties. He held his hand tightly over my cunt and rubbed his palm against my knob. He stayed like that until I was thrusting against his hand so hard that he must have thought the people in the office below could hear the floor banging against my bottom. He unzipped his fly and took his hunk out. It was long and thick. I held it for a minute, feeling the power that his heat was giving me flowing through my hands, down through the rest of my body. He mounted me fast and plunged that engorged cock in as far as it would go. I was drenched and my muscles just dragged him in. It felt wonderful to have my cunt filled wot the brim with his swollen passion. He thrust in and out as I arched my back up to meet him. I wished that the screwing could last for hours. But half a dozen thrusts later he started spewing his cream into me. I couldn't believe it was all over! So soon! I had just begun to get into the swing of it and it was over??? My muscles kept trying to squeeze some more life back into the slowly wilting manhood still limp inside me. But it was no use; his hot rod had wilted and died ... right there in my pussy. I was so disappointed I could feel tears welling up behind my eyes. I thought maybe he hadn't had any for a long time and was going to ask him when I noticed the look in his eyes. He was even more miserable than I was!!! It must be awful to have a gorgeous bod and be hung like that, and then not be able to do anything with it! So, well, I couldn't hurt him more. It would have been about like kicking a puppy that had just been hit by a car. So I smiled, and pretended it had been o.k. with me. But he must have heard that line before. "Hon. I am so sorry. It is always like that. As soon as my cock gets in it just takes over and shoots. I am so very sorry. I promise, I won't ever bother you again." I didn't know what to say. I felt so sorry for him. At the same time, I knew that I really was so horney and was worse off now than just with the mere thoughts I had had that morning. "Is there anything I can do for you??? Will you let me try to help get you hard again? Maybe next time will be better." "You're very sweet. But lots of women have tried and it winds up the same way. Hon, I've tried everything. Just forget it. Okay?" "Wellll, if you really want me to. But if we tried again right away, well, maybe you wouldn't feel such pressure and it could last longer and then we might both really be able to enjoy all you have to offer a woman." "I don't know" he mumbled. "If you really want to, but I'm not even sure I can get hard again." As he said that, a glimmer of hope passed through me and I reached over and took his cock in my hand and rubbed my fingertips over the ehad. It didn't do a thing. But, as I kept teasing, I began to feel a slight change and it seemed that perhaps all was not lost. I leaned forward and licked the smooth surface with my tongue. I licked off all cream and juice from my cunt. It tasted good blended together like that. Then I drew the head further into my mouth and ran my tongue along the slit as fast as I could. In a few minutes it started swelling -- filling my mouth by the minute. When it was fully engorged and he was moaning with agony, I laid back and spread my legs, inviting him to push into me. When he thrust in and began pounding like he was a marathon runner rushing for the finish line just steps ahead of his competition, I knew I still wouldn't get any satisfaction. Not at that pace. "Slow down; relax. Just stroke in and out like we have years. There is no hurry." He listened to me and slowed down. The thrusts were almost in slow motion. Long, slow strokes. Sometimes I wondered if he was even really pushing in and out. But the slowness was beginning to have its affect on my. I could feel my heat building. The pressure of his member against me, rubbing the folds inside so slowly and deliberately. Each time he thrust in as far as he could, then sort of pushed his pubic mound against my clit. The result was incredibly exciting and now I was the one having trouble controlling my urgency. He was beginning to really get into this pattern. I could hear his heart pounding and his breath was starting to come in shorter and shorter pants. I knew he was building again, which was quite all right with me now. I began to rock my hips against him, increasing the tempo. He picked up the pattern right away and started to match my new tempo. Between us we increased the speed - faster and faster. I began to feel my climax surging to the surface, just in time because his cock was thrusting like a jackhammer, but he still didn't explode into me. Just when I was exploding, he let himself go. It felt so good. The juices mingling. The flood carried me to the height of the climax. I'd never had a climax quite so intense. And I loved it. My cunt just took over and the sensations ran up to my head. I felt like laughing and crying and screaming with pleasure all at the same time. As I came, he held me he thought I was the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. I hoped he would say he loved me, but he didn't. I would have known it wasn't true, but it would have been nice to hear anyway. Just as we were getting up, the phone rang and he was asked to go to some kind of meeting. So I went back to my area. The other women were out and that was a relief. I was sure that something would show on my face and the memory was too wonderful to tell anyone. Besides, I sure couldn't give the office grapevine that topic for their snickering. Looking back, I think it was more just wild daydreaming. I mean, here I had done something for him that he said no other woman had been able to do. I must have been something like the Florence Nightingale of the sexual kingdom or something -- healing sick and wounded cocks, slowly nursing them back to robust health and fitness. And knowing that I had slept with a man who was unlikely to forget me the next morning, well, I guess I sort of forgot about the circumstances. I left that night and went home, dreaming of all kinds of romantic scenes. Straight out of Hollywood. The next day, he called me in for another letter. He made a point of letting everyone know that he expected this to take quite some time and he wanted me to make sure I had plenty of time available because it was really important that we do the dictation without any interruptions. He needed to have his mind fully free to concentrate on the exact wording. This time 'dictation' went much better. He started off right in the first place. First caressing me until I was drenched in sweat from the surges of delight he was creating with his fingers and hand and the soft warm kisses. Then sliding into me very slowly. And rocking in and out in a slow rhythm that would have made time stand still in most things. Just sliding in and out; pausing at each apex. Letting it build. It almost seemed strange that until just yesterday afternoon he hadn't really realized how to make the act last and last until both parties were ready to burst. Our dictation lasted most of the day, and lingered far after everyone else had gone home. We just rocked back and forth on the soft carpet. Feeling adventurous we changed positions numerous times that long evening. Me on top. Him on top. On my knees. Sitting on him, straddling him. Although I had numerous rushes and climaxes during those long hours, he never quickened his pace nor allowed himself to break the slow, steady rhythm that kep building me back to climax after climax. Finally, long after the lights in all the buildings around were out, he thrust into me, surrendering to the urges that had built within him through our many hours on the floor. His thrusts now taking on the unbridled urgency of a wild stud. He filled me with his sperm ... and kept spurting and spurting. It gushed out of me, my own juices causing a wet spot to spread across the carpet. It was a few days before I saw him again. Then he just nodded and walked on past. I was confused to be sure. But then, well I guess I had read too many penny-romances. Somehow I thought that long, wonderful night was just the beginning. But, the next day when I walked in, there was a dozen long-stemmed red roses on my desk - and a letter addressed in his handwriting. "Dearest," it began. "I feel awful having to write you this since you are the one who has changed my life. But I realize that it wouldn't be fair to you not to write it nor would you want me to not be truthful with you. I have been in love with a girl I grew up with for several years now. But I have hesitated asking her to marry me because I knew that I wasn't able to ever satisfy her in bed. Her or any woman. But because of our experience together, now I am sure that we will be able to have a good marriage, in and out of bed. The only problem has been removed by your kindness. I saw her over the weekend and asked her to marry me. We have set our wedding date for a few weeks from now. I hope I haven't hurt you, since I honestly appreciate what you have done for me. Love." Well, the next thing I knew, Pat and Jean were in the office telling me all about his getting engaged and what a sudden surprise it was. I slipped the letter into my drawer and pretended to be surprised. But, even without the letter, well, I guess I really wasn't all that surprised. Even during our marathon act, he never once said anything to me about -us-. In fact, he didn't even speak. Not even sweet nothings whispered in my ear, or anything. I had known. They didn't know I even knew him, much less had slept with him. And I didn't tell them. After all the big buildup I had been giving myself, the whole thing was just too ridiculous to tell anyone. I'm glad I can write it down because I wouldn't want to forget any of it. It was beautiful and even if my dreams didn't quite come true, well, I felt good about it. He had the woman he really loved and I had helped make it possible for him to ask her to spend her life with him. And I knew how much satisfaction he would bring her now that he had learned the way to control himself. And it was all because of me. Now, I just had to find that man who wanted to love me enough that he would be willing to never marry me unless he knew he could make me happy in all ways. And, Dear Diary, I know I can help him know he can do it! Back to top
Mary had been working for me for three weeks and she was driving me crazy. She's a petite little thing with a fantastic figure and full, mouth-watering tits. Since I had hired Mary as my secretary all I could think about was fucking her in that perfect little ass. Maybe if Mary didn't wear those damn tight jeans that push right into the crack of her ass, I would have been okay, but as things stood, all I could think about was that ass. Both sides of her chubby little lips were fully defined by the clothing she wore and I wondered if they gave her a kind of sexual push. Everything about Mary spelled sex. Just 20 and with her blonde mass of curls and big brown eyes, it seemed that a kind of sensual steam flowed from every part of her. I was always threatening to jump on that cute ass. She would wiggle it playfully then laugh her way out of the office. All in good fun, until the night we had to push hard to get a rush order out. Mary and I were alone. I had always made it a rule to never fuck around with my help. I had kept to that rule all my life, but for some reason Mary tempted me to break it. There was so much paperwork that we had to do some of it on the floor. I found myself just standing there, watching her little ass sway back and forth as she crawled around on the floor. That ass was so cute and sexy that I couldn't take my eyes off it. I guess the animal in me took over then, because I don't even remember getting down on the floor. Fully clothed I wrapped my arms around her and slipped my fingers into the crotch of her jeans. Mary dropped the papers she was holding and I felt her warm ass rolling against my huge boner. Then she pulled away and turned around to look at me. We just stared at each other for several moments, and then she started taking off her clothes. I quickly followed suit. Mary's eyes were glazed and her lips were sparkling, full and shining with moisture as she kicked the tight jeans from her slender ankles. I had never realized what beautiful legs she was covering up until that moment. Her tits were even bigger than I had thought and her skin was so soft and smooth! My cock shuddered as I bent down, pushing it between her legs. I held her tight as my hands roamed all over that soft, hot skin. She was sweating as much as I was and my hands were sliding into the crack of her ass, pushing into her soft, downy cunt lips, feeling the rock-hard little clit under my huge finger. I want to fuck you in the ass! I told her. I licked her neck and face, finally sticking my tongue up into her mouth and sucking on hers. I pulled away from her slightly and held her at arms length, my hands kneading her terrific ass. She pulled away from me, kneeling on the carpet, her lips grazing my cock just before she turned around. Mary was grinding her ass in the air for me, pushing it into my hot cock. I spit thickly on my hands and covered my hot, hard prick with saliva. I did it again to make sure, pausing my other hand hard over her crinkled little anus. I pushed a finger up into her asshole, kind of spinning it around pushing it from side to side as I made the passage wide. I held one hand underneath her wet cunt, delighting in the hot juice that was dripping from the other hole. My other hand gripped my wet, slippery cock at the base and I pushed the circumsized head against her small anus. I could tell right away that she knew how to take a cock up the ass, knew how to relax without having to be coaxed. I wondered just how many guys had fucked her pretty little pink asshole. I watched with fascination as the thick head of my prick vanished inside Mary's asshole. She bucked and my fingers slid up inside her cunt hole. She was pushing her ass, grinding it and lifting it higher and higher as her tight hole swallowed more and more!! The hot friction turned me on incredibly. It was like my cock was being gripped in a hot, fleshy vise, and I loved it! I pushed once more, hard and Mary yelped. I wasn't hurting her! She was moaning and pushing her ass harder and harder into me until my entire cock was inside that tight, hot little asshole. My pubic hairs were flush against her cheeks and we were both trembling with pleasure. Mary was crying: Fuck my asshole. Oh fuck! Fuck! And I did! I gripped her pussy even harder and let my sweating body drip onto her as I pushed and shoved my cock in and out of that torrid little hole! I felt Mary spasm hard around my long, searching fingers and I dug them deeper into her cunt, pressing against walls of her slippery, creaming pussy hole as I fucked her sweet asshole. I felt the climactic surge begin in my balls and I pushed all my cock inside Mary as I came like a cannon burst. I was grunting as my thick, hot sperm gushed into her and she was bucking and pushing as I came until I could hardly bare anymore! We both collapsed on the floor, breathless, exhausted and satisfied. That was the beginning of my anal affair with Mary. I shouldn't keep it up, since she's my employee, but I just can't resist her. When a man who loves ass fucking as much as I do meets a woman who likes it as much as Mary does, there's no resisting the inevitable! Back to top
She was small, and somehow childlike even though her eyes were wise and her gait determined. A casual observer would notice the grace in her step, and admire the resoluteness in the pose of her head; she seemed to be searching for something, but gave the impression its find would be unexpected. Like a sleepwalker, perhaps, or just a solemn little girl playing hide-and- seek with an imaginary friend. Soft, shimmering folds of cloth fell in a swirl from her almost too-high Imperial neckline. She was long-limbed but short-waisted and favored this style for its complementary treatment of this imperfection. Her grey eyes widened as she caught a glimpse of herself in the glossy surface of the domed metal corridor, and her pensive look spoke volumes on her self-esteem. Her lips were next to widen as a tall figure moved into view directly behind her. "Oh, sir, I hadn't expected to see you...you startled me." she lilted delicately in a surprisingly mature tone. "I can see that." smiled the older, silver-haired man whom she turned to face. "I'd been told you were looking for me, so I decided to shorten your trip. Would you prefer the lounge, or is my office more suited to the matter?" "The lounge would be alright, I suppose. It's nothing of any real urgency, but I thought you might like to hear this from me, first; it is my assignment, after all." she smiled in return. "Cut! Okay, we've been here long enough for tonight, and that's a wrap for this scene. We'll pick up at 9 am with the reshoot of scene 2 -- that footage doesn't look as good as it could. Remember, everybody, plenty of sleep and be ready for another full day of shooting tomorrow. We're doing good and we're staying on schedule, let's keep it up!" The director stood as he said this and the crew began breaking up the equipment. The actors gathered belongings, hoping to change in their trailors and have enough time to beat the late traffic; the two on stage allowed their characters to leave them, slowly. "Amelia, you're doing a wonderful job. It's amazing to me that you've never filmed before! Stage actors are rarely this poised when it comes to making movies." "Yes, well, it's new but it's fun. I've been told I'm a natural," she replied with the nonchalance of someone who's not sure she's really been paid a compliment, "but I think it's just luck: good luck to have my founder- ing ego boosted by some of the best actors in the business." Shedding his role like a lazy chameleon, Patrick resumed his natural British accent; a reversal, of sorts, as she regained the oddly-inflected, strangely neutral "American" accent of her own. "I think your ego is a healthy one, no worries there." he chuckled. "Would you like to go into town and have dinner this evening? I'm absolutely cringing at the thought of another repast in my cabin, and I'd enjoy the company." "Sleeping was my only other option tonight, someone borrowed my cards and I can't play solitaire without them, so, why not?" Her mischievous grin was infectious, and the two of them laughed as they parted to their respective trailors. Escaping the gown was a monumental achievement, its stays and pins being reminiscent of a straitjacket; Amelia was almost afronted at being forced to hide her perfectly good, natural figure within its confines. Oh, well, it was her chosen occupation and this was one of its hazards. She smiled again, and blushed...Patrick Harrison, for all his status as an *actor*, on stage and off, was proving a delightful new friend. He was still the dashing, impeccably-attired, prematurely-greying hero whose exploits shaped her life; he had, of course, grown into his grey a bit and he'd look equally impeccable in a tuxedo or faded denims. Now, here she was, in what was being touted as the hottest movie of the season in a year studded with spectacular releases; the leading female role opposite the man she'd fallen in love with when she was a little girl. A sci-fi flick, at that! The ultra-futuristic sets made her marvel, even though they were just mock-ups. Well, with all the praise she was receiving, as well as the prompting and approval of others in the field whose names had been household words for years made her feel more at-ease with her success. She rushed at the last minute, mindful of Patrick's waiting and aware that her own unbidden fears of making a fool of herself in such glamorous company could prey too heavily on her mind to allow sleep if she let it get too great an advantage. "Oh, there you are. You surprise me, Amelia, most women take their time and make a man's stomach go through horrible agonies waiting for their suppers. I approve." That, spoken with such a serious face, caused Amelia to break out in giggles. He Patrick was, if nothing else, a very entertaining and diverting fellow. If he hadn't been there she honestly believed the "magic" would have been missing from the film completely. Such spontaneity put her at her ease immediately, and he seemed genuinely to like her. Patrick cocked his head, then cocked his left eyebrow, returned her smile and gestured to the door. They left quickly, eager to be rid of the site for awhile and anticipating "real food" at an unspecified restaurant in the town below. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "...and then we switched places, and soon everyone in the chorus was playing `musical chairs'!" laughed Patrick. Reminiscing was pleasant with Amelia; she seemed to enjoy his discourse, and found amusing those exploits he'd all but forgotten. At forty-three he was still in his prime, but he'd started so young that many of his memories of the stage were more than twenty- five years in the past. She was a novice, just starting out in her first large part and showing tremendous promise -- he was happy to be a part of this experience for her, and knew she depended on him a great deal. She was per- haps twenty-four or -five, but commanded much dignity for one so young. She'd go far... Amelia laughed with childish eagerness, amazed to hear some of the finer points of the behind-stage antics of what were some of her favorite productions. She was dressed in a light, summery dress that grazed her shoulders and allowed her freedom of movement, weary of the tightly clinging garments she wore for the better part of each day of filming. She leaned toward him in a gesture of innocence and trust, delineating even more the small space between them. They'd almost finished their meal, a pasta made sweet with basil and herbs and accompanied by a chickory salad and a good white wine. The waiters brought extra tidbits throughout the evening to Amelia, who jokingly passed them along to Patrick. They both declined a sweet, looking forward to a coffee in the quiet of the trailers later. "Shall we go now, before these Lotharios decide to tag along behind you?" he quipped. It was getting late and they did have to be ready for makeup at 6 o'clock in the morning. "Hmm...I suppose we should. It's a shame to have to stop our talk here, though. I've been learning a lot from you, Patrick, and I appreciate the fact that you're here when I need you. I'd like the opportunity to get to know you better, I think we have the potential to become good friends. Maybe you can even be my mentor." she teased. "Or, perhaps, your Svengali. I've always fancied myself a psycho- logical Frankenstein..." mused Patrick. The drive back was uneventful and decidedly too short. The night was perfect for a long walk, but they didn't have the time to call their own. "Would you like to have a nightcap? I really don't want to end the evening right now. I have a good recipe for Irish coffee..." Amelia offered. "Alright, but we'd best part company soon. We are creatures of our contracts, you know." "It doesn't take that long to make coffee, and I'm sure you'll make short work of the drink...you did with everything else tonight! How you can eat calamari I'll never know!" "I like squid." was his typical reply. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "You know, I've been a fan of yours for a long time; I can hardly believe I'm actually working with you on a movie!" breathed Amelia, with something akin to wonder. Her coffee was long since gone, and Patrick was having his third. The surrealism of the past weeks' events, coupled with the alcohol which always made her introspective, produced a quality of vulnerability in her expression. She leaned against Patrick as naturally as though it were a lifelong habit, and his arms encircled her gently. "Have you?" he whispered. It was an unusual friendship they shared, founded on mutual respect and admiration. They had come to know each other very well in a short period of time, and he brooded on the fact that he may have allowed himself to become too close. She was everything he'd ever imagined she'd be in their shared art, and would grow even more than she already had, given the chance. And he didn't feel the least constrained, wasn't bored by her chatter and didn't dread her company as he did with most of his leads. Amelia was, in his estimation, the epitome of the ideal companion. "Patrick? What's the matter?" she asked. He stiffened a bit, a little annoyed she sensed his moods so easily. He'd never before been an easy cipher. "Nothing, I'm just thinking." He relaxed, and chided himself. It was a lucky man who could win the concern of a woman like Amelia. "I've been reflecting on how quickly we've gone through the traditional getting-to- know-you phase of this relationship. It's uncanny how easy it is for you to read me." "Oh." Grey eyes gazed out into the dim room. Then a warm body pressed into his, and the kitten-soft lashes framing those glorious eyes brushed his cheek. Their fluttering, and the light, shallow breath pulsing against his throat made Patrick Harrison, a normally deliberate and con- scientious man, renowned the world over for his ability to bring strength to any production whose presence he graced, miss his cue for the first time in his life; only when Amelia half-smiled, and pulled his mouth to hers, did he realize he'd stopped breathing. They kissed exquisitely, cherishing the contours of each others' lips, and teeth, and tongues. Exhaling rapidly into her mouth, Patrick almost stopped cold at the feelings she elicited in him. It was a shock to experience such joy, and tenderness, and passion... he had been blase about the whole issue of sex after the tumultuous three years or so following his awkward first fumblings with a girl he'd thought he loved. Now, this sweet creature had reawakened emotions he'd believed long-dead. He moaned against her cheek, raining kisses along her eyelids and nose. Amelia nuzzled his jaw, amazed at her own, intense desires. She didn't know what she should do, though, not being sure what Patrick would like; he wasn't exactly a schoolboy, he was decidedly a man who knew his own mind. Her own mind was refusing to respond, anyway, her pleasure sensors taking over...she abandoned reason and gave in to more primal instincts. Amelia felt large, warm hands caressing her back. Patrick pulled her with him as he reclined, and held her on top of him. She was writhing sensuously against him, and teasing his throat with light nips and occasional flicks of her tongue; he responded in kind, tracing her jaw from her chin to her ear and sucking the lobe. Her breathing quickened perceptibly and she ground her hips against his. She was driving the hardening, thickening length of his penis against her swelling mound, rubbing up and down and making her moves more precise and deliberate. Patrick, in answer, pulled the skirt of her dress up over her thigh and began kneading her tender flesh. His penis was so full now he felt as though he'd explode. "Amelia, help me. Lift up so I can pull this damned dress off you!" he whispered. His vocal cords would have been useless for anything else. Amelia got up abruptly, lifting her dress up in one swift movement. Her breasts were small, but high and firm and she had no need for a bra. Her panties were tiny scraps of white cotton held together with lace, a tiny curtain for the triangle of curly blonde hair trying to peep through. Her eyes lowering suddenly, she blushed; it served to make her look even more enticing, and shifted subtly the tint in her small, pink nipples. Then, with a determined look, she reached down to Patrick's shirt and started to unbutton it. Her hair fell in honeyed waves as she leaned forward, and Patrick caught a handful and kissed it swiftly. He could barely keep his hands off her, but he wanted to let her make all the moves. She reached in as his shirt was half undone and ran her hands lightly over his chest and across his nipples. She rolled her thumbs and forefingers around them gently, and gave slight, insistent pulls until they were so erect they ached; he finished taking off his shirt and pulled her head softly to his chest. Amelia touched the tip of her tongue briefly to each nipple, then circled first one, then the other before fastening on them. She allowed one hand to drift down over the bulge she'd thrilled to earlier, to massage its length and to caress it. Her other hand occupied itself with Patrick's other nipple, his entire body now sensitive to her every move. Amelia worked her fingers underneath his waistband, teasing him. He unzipped his slacks and pushed her away enough for him to slide them halfway off. She rose, and pulled him by his hands; he stepped out of the pants and positioned his thumbs inside the waist of his briefs, but she caught his hands and pulled them away. She knelt before him and pulled down, slowly, on the undergarment until his penis was in full view. Amelia smiled, and hugged his thighs; then she placed her tongue on the base of his penis and began stroking him up and down, sucking with her lips at the base of the glans and lowering her mouth over the whole organ. Patrick wove his hands into her hair, and held her, and thrusted into her throat whenever she covered him. She was soft and gentle and yielding and she was doing the most incredible things to him with those luscious lips! With growing intensity she sucked every inch of him, wrapping her tongue around him and massaging his tightly clenched buttocks. She had him at her mercy, she knew; she was also aware, for the first time, that she was the one who'd initiated contact to begin with. It was with some amazement that she realized he was shaking and whispering her name... "Patrick? Are you alright?" she queried with a bemused smile. "Dear God, Amelia, you don't know what you've done to me! I'm an old man, remember? I don't think I can move." he breathed as he collapsed onto the couch. Amelia leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "Would you like to try to get as far as the bedroom? Once there you won't have to do *too* much." With that promise in mind Patrick found the strength necessary to follow right behind her. "Here, isn't this better?" She held out her hands to him and pulled him down beside her. He quickly pinned her to the bed and began kissing her hair, her eyes, her nose, her mouth; making her gasp aloud as his lips and tongue traveled down her throat and lit on her breasts. He circled the dark pink aureoles, one after the other, lavishing his tongue over each nipple and teasing them until they stood tautly away from her breasts. Patrick was the one to take note, this time, of the effect his efforts were having -- Amelia's mouth was drawn into a small "o" and her eyes were tightly closed. Her skin was incredibly smooth, he thought, scented of baby powder and glistening with a fine sheen of perspiration. Amelia's eyes flew open as her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her hips out and opening herself to Patrick's exploring tongue. She wasn't expecting such a sudden change in his attentions, and this unpreparedness compounded the searing heat in her loins. His fingers penetrated the soft folds of her labia, searching for and spreading her natural lubrication. The tip of his tongue buried itself just above her clitoris and, having found the rapidly swelling organ, began circling it. His lips teased as well, sucking gently then kissing the little button of deep-pink flesh until it was nearly double its original size. Patrick balanced much of his weight on his elbows, which were atop Amelia's thighs, to keep her from bucking and finishing this game too soon...there were many more tricks to teach her before allowing her to reach her climax. "Patrick...more, please, more...can't take much more of this!" she begged. Her whole body seemed numb, all her senses centred on the remarkable feelings his tongue and fingers were eliciting. He slipped his tongue into her vagina, savoring the sweetness that was almost overpowering. He could feel her muscles contract in an involuntary effort to drag his face even closer than he already was, and knew it was time to give her what she (and he) both wanted. Patrick pulled himself to his knees and gazed into the fevered eyes and flushed face of the beautiful girl who had become a part of his life in an incredibly short time. She sincerely liked him, he could tell...and he liked her *very* much. The emotional always enhanced the physical... "Please, don't stop now, I need you, Patrick! I want you to make love to me." Her simple plea was a ragged whisper, and her hips twitched in anticipation of his next move. He grasped them and lifted them and positioned the tip of his penis at the glistening entrance of her vagina. With infinite slowness, and great care to prevent her hips from moving, he penetrated her completely. Her creamy folds engulfed his length, and he could see her now- protruding clitoris quiver in hopes of direct stimulation. Patrick massaged her buttocks firmly and tightly, and began to grind himself into her; he withdrew reluctantly, then pulled her to him as he thrust. He felt her legs encircle him and draw him closer, but he retained his control and refused to put down her hips. Her vagina was tight, but her natural secretions made it wet and inviting. He placed one hand under the small of her back and brought the other around front. Her quiet moans crescendoed as he used his thumb to rub her clitoris, and he felt her body shake. Amelia pulled herself forward and grabbed Patrick's head, drawing him to her waiting, open mouth. He moved slowly downward, releasing her lower body and hugging her to him as he reached for her kiss; as their lips met he began thrusting methodically and deliber- ately, increasing his tempo quickly. Their pelvises ground together and their legs entwined and, after that well-timed kiss, their eyes remained locked. The intensity of their rythmic coupling made them lose track of time. Amelia felt the first tiny quivers of orgasm building and tightened her hold on Patrick's back. He followed her pace, allowing himself to loosen his restraint and begin his own climb towards release. Waves of excitement and sexual heat rippled through her spine and focused on her vagina as his penis stroked her insides faster and faster: her clitoris seemed to reach out to him and was rewarded with a throbbing assault by his pelvic bones. His testicles slapped against her with every thrust, and the backs of her thighs and her buttocks were brushed and tickled by his thick nest of pubic hair. Breathing heavily, and hearing his blood scream in his ears, Patrick forced himself to hold back until he felt her vagina constrict against him, proof of her own orgasm. It was vitally important to him to make this good for Amelia, and watching the look on her face as she climaxed would enhance his own enjoyment. She was caught up in the incredibly fast pace of their lovemaking, and was thrusting back as strongly and eagerly as he. The seeming innocence in her eyes created the strangest sensation of longing in him, made him want to hold her forever and satisfy her every desire; that last he could do, obviously -- he grinned, then grimaced as a spark of urgency spurred him on to even more furious lunges. "Pat, I'm cumming...I'm cumming!" shrieked Amelia, clawing him to her and locking him between her legs. She bucked and pushed against his back, driving him even further inside her. His testicles demanded release, and he drove into her with a shudder. "Amelia...so good...oh, God, Amelia..." he breathed as he felt his semen shoot through the tip of his penis and into her quaking vagina. They lay tangled together until they fell asleep. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Good morning, sleepyhead." Patrick whispered into Amelia's ear. It would soon be time to be made up for the morning's filming and his sixth sense for time had awoken him on schedule. Her honey-colored hair fanned across her cheek, and he brushed it away as she opened her eyes. She saw him and smiled, then stretched and looked for all the world like a sleepy kitten. "Hmm...I almost thought last night was just a dream, Patrick. I feel so *good* this morning!" she purred, "...and hungry." as an afterthought. "Well, you should be hungry, after all that exercise." he teased. "I never would have believed it would be like this if anyone had told me...I'd always heard it would be painful." mused Amelia. With a start Patrick turned: "You're not telling me this was your first time?" The incredulity on his face made her laugh. "Yes, Patrick, you `deflowered' me!" quipped she with much amusement. "Oh, Amelia, I'm sorry -- I had no idea, you should have told me -" "Patrick," she interrupted, "I wanted you as much as you wanted me. I still want to be with you, to go out with you, to stay in with you. I like what you taught me about myself, and I appreciate the fact that you were gentle even though you didn't know I'd never done it before. I guess I've just never wanted to before...you're the only man I've ever been this com- fortable with and I don't want you to feel guilty about making me feel good!" With a slow smile Patrick held out his arms and she snuggled against him eagerly. "I suppose I'm too old-fashioned to take the surrender of your virginity that lightly. I like you, Amelia, and that could turn into some- thing more with time. And Heaven knows we have time!" "You never know...but I'd like to have you teach me about some of the finer points of lovemaking. I'm sure I can be a good pupil." she said as she pulled away and started to rise; "Why don't we practice again tonight?" "You know, they say you're a natural..." Back to top
I love sex in every way, shape, and form. But what I really dig best is getting laid or sucked off when there's a chance of getting caught or being seen. That's when my dick is at its hardest and my load is at its sweetest. I'm an assistance manager at a local bank and one of our tellers feels the same way I do. I'll call her Joan so her husband doesn't find out. Joannie is tall and very attractive with long slim legs and firm pointy breasts. Last Friday, Joan was servicing the customers at the drive-in window when she had to go to the ladies' room. I was the only other person in the bank so I took her place. An older woman had just pulled up when I felt a hand slide between my legs and grab my cock. It stiffened immediately. "I want to suck you so bad," she moaned in my ear. Joan slid my cock around in my pants while I counted out the old lady's money. I was getting wetter and hornier by the minute, and the instant the car drove away, I pushed Joannie to her knees in front of me. We both fumbled with my zipper, and she groaned as my steaming hot dick fell out. The shaft was hard as a rock, and the swollen head was moist with pre-cum. "I love your cock," Joan sighed as she wiped the tip all over her face, leaving white sticky traces. I watched as she pulled back the foreskin, exposing the swollen purple head. Her pick tongue flicked in and out of her hot mouth, sending sparks up and down my spine as she caressed and teased the rigid flesh. I jerked my hips forward, trying to get my cock in her warm mouth, but she pulled away. "Not yet," she said. Her hands grasped my balls and began pulling as her tongue jumped along the swollen shaft. Joannie kept licking and kissing my dick until I thought I was going to die. Suddenly I heard a car horn. Parked in front of the teller window was a sharp looking blonde, who was not over 18, in a short skirt. That was the moment that Joannie clamped her mouth over the head of my big dick and started sucking REAL hard!! "You OK?" asked the blonde, giving me a beautiful smile. I couldn't believe what was going on. I was getting my hot meat eaten inches away from a girl who didn't know what the hell was going on. "Yeah," I stammered, trying to count the money right. Who wouldn't be OK? Joan was sliding my cock in and out of her hungry mouth, and it was drenched with saliva. It isn't easy counting while some- one is chewing on your dick, and it took me three times before I got it right. Joan would run her tongue around the wet tip and then engulf the staff, ramming it down her throat until I though I would grab her. I've had blow jobs from Joannie before, but today she was at her best. Joan's breathing was getting heavier and louder as she swallowed my prick, and I knew that she was going to get a load real soon. "So where's my money?" asked the teenage blonde. Just as I passed the cash out, the girl shifted her legs giving me a great view of her pink pussy. She wasn't wearing any undergarments. That did it. With a moan from me, my 9 1/2" dick started to shot load after load. Joan felt it, because she began pumping my shaft harder and sucking on the head like a vacuum cleaner. Looking down, I watched her mouth slide up and down the cum- stained shaft as she swallowed my load. Every drop went down that eager throat as she slurped and sucked every last drop. The blonde was staring at me real funny , but my attention was on Joan as she continued to lick until every tongue flick was painful. "Tell your friend I hope it was tasty," the blonde said before driving away. "That was the biggest load you've ever shot," Joan said, giving the tip one last lick before tucking it back into my pants. We had to go back to our regular jobs after that, but when work was finished, I spread Joannie out on the back seat of my car and ate her pussy until she begged me to shop. So, the next time you go to a bank drive-in window, you might know why the teller is smiling. Back to top
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