Charlene really started sucking me, giving me a very sloppy, slutty blow job. Then I found out why she’d been rubbing her pussy so much. With her slippery wet hand, she grabbed my cock and began sliding her hand up and down, using her juices to make it feel like a very tight pussy. The tent filled with the scent of our bodies, heavy sex, and cum. Charlene stopped and brought her face close to mine. “I want you to cum in my mouth.”, she said in a soft, husky voice. She kissed me, then licked down from left nipple to my cock, leaving a damp trail on my skin. She looked back up at me, then whispered around my cock. “Fuck my mouth. Give me your cum.” It [ ...continue reading "Under the Stars" ]
Albert Carling looked up as his secretary came into the office. Barbara Trini was the perfect image of the executive secretary. Poised and tall, she moved and spoke with complete self-assurance and had the knack of taking control of whatever situation she found herself in. And she was not too damned bad- looking either.
This morning, Carling noted that she looked especially good, wearing clothes that were subtly out of character for her. At first glance, she was merely a well-dressed, well-coiffered woman with a somewhat regal bearing. As she moved, however, Carling noted that she wore a moderately sheer white blouse with a very sheer seamless bra beneath it. Only when she drew her shoulders back did the dark shadows of her nipples become visible.
“Good morning, Mr. Carling.”
Her shoulders went back proudly and he looked at the dark shadows staring at him. And just as quickly, they were gone.
“Good morning, [ ...continue reading "Butterfly People" ]
A kinky episode happened two summers later. Mary was working for a bank in a ritzy resort town. Her bank manager needed some video survellience equipment installed and Mary recommended me.
Her boss (a late 30′s divorcee) called me and offered the job. It was going to take me about two weeks to complete everything she wanted done at the bank and at home, so she offered to put me up at her place while I did the work. When I got there and talked to Mary, I found out that her boss had been punishing her ass every Friday night since she started work, and Mary loved it. I also found out the real reason the boss (I can’t remember her name so I will call her Linda) wanted the video equipment was to catch her employees (tellers at the bank and maid at home) doing something wrong so [ ...continue reading "The Banker" ]
The two years since my divorce had been filled with loneliness and depression, and my few attempts at dating had been awkward and unsatisfying. I had deeply loved my wife, and until she met Paul we’d been very happy together and enjoyed a good sex life. After the divorce, the few dates that ended in bed had provided temporary physical relief but left me feeling empty and emotionally numb. Fortunately, I was able to immerse myself in my work and managed for the most part to hide my unhappiness. Some of my frustration seemed to find an outlet in mastering the challenges presented by my job, and from Monday through Friday I was reasonably content. Weekends were, of course, a different story.
The company I work for designs digital audio recording equipment, and we recently completed a long and arduous project. The company, in an unusually benevolent mood, decided to reward [ ...continue reading "Tropical Delights" ]