Naughty Girls October 19, 2007
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They were best friends first. Then they were lovers. And eventually, they were everything in between.
Shamira and Coco lived together in a tiny little apartment in the Bronx that was still more than they could afford. They pulled whatever jobs they could to get by. But their poverty meant nothing to them because at least here they could be who they were and they could love each other freely. Well, more freely than they could in the small town that they grew up in.
When they were kids, they played in the sandbox, letting their dark skin become coated in a thin layer of dust. When they were pre-teens, they chased the boys down the streets with sticks waving above their heads because the boys had been under the jungle gym trying to get a peek at their panties. When they were teenagers they discovered the joys of girl kisses and everything that came after that and they never turned back.
Not even after the pictures came out.
One afternoon, about a week before graduation, they were at Coco’s house talking about how they were going to get out of this hick town and head for the big city. Coco was going to be a model and Shamira was going to be her agent and they were going to strike it rich and show everyone. As it often did, their talk turned into a makeout session that didn’t want to stop. Fortunately, Coco’s mom was working at the diner until late that night. But the sun felt so good on their skin that they didn’t want to close the blinds. No one ever came by Coco’s house anyway.
So they lay there in the sun and removed articles of clothing randomly, as their hands roamed over their bodies. Shamira loved playing with Coco’s nipples. She got off on how much the nipples stuck out when she pinched them. And she loved the taste of them as she rolled the hard points between her tongue and her top teeth. Coco lay beneath her, letting Shamira have her way, as she always did.
Shamira liked that Coco would let her do anything and she took advantage of it. She especially liked that Coco got off on pretty much anything she did. When Shamira got a cucumber from the fridge and slid a condom over it, Coco spread her legs to reveal her soft pink opening and gave herself up to her. And when Shamira slowly slid it inside, gradually giving her more, Coco pushed against it. And when she began to lick her clit, Coco came hard and fast, clenching her muscles against the cucumber so hard that she pushed it right out. Shamira liked to try new things so Coco was rarely surprised, but often challenged.
When Shamira stopped sucking at Coco’s nipples, Coco opened her eyes to see what Shamira had in mind. Shamira was poised above her. She straddled Coco sideways so that one knee was between her legs and the other was off to the side by her belly.
“Raise your hips,” Shamira commanded.
Coco did. Shamira placed a pillow beneath her bottom. The pillow tilted her open lips and brought them higher. Then Shamira began to tease her.
Ever so lightly, she let her own sex rub agains Coco’s. Their juices mingled and Coco took a breath inwards. Shamira had touched her down there plenty of times but never with her own open flesh. Gradually, Shamira brought herself closer and closer until their bodies danced together in the kind of dance that teachers break up at sock hops. Shamira continued her dance, circling her hips like she was in a Calypso parade. As her hands found Coco’s breasts again, Coco began to moan.
Pinching her nipples hard between both fingers, Shamira said, “I want you to come for me Coco. Come for me like you never have before. Come into me and be with me forever.”
Their grinding intensified and Shamira felt small tremors build within her. Coco was like an animal this time, bucking against her mound and raising her higher. Coco’s familiar sounding orgasm echoed through the room, immediately followed by Shamira’s more controlled one.
When Coco opened her eyes, she saw Jimmy and Sheldon at her window with a Polaroid camera.
“Get the fuck out of here you morons!” she screamed.
They never made it to graduation. They coudn’t after the photos were passed around the school, confiscated, and given to their parents. But they never regretted it. And now they were living one dream of being together and following another dream. Surely, Coco would be discovered any day now.
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The Case of the Red Bottomed Blonde October 18, 2007
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by Katharine Tyler Brooks
She was a tall blonde who stalked the streets like a tigress in heat, hunting for the only fresh meat that would stay her hunger. I watched her from across the bar as she entered, her black stiletto heels clicking against the red linoleum floor. She looked too classy for the joint, but I could tell she’d been in places like this before, plenty of them. She was living under better circumstances now, but she remembered where she came from. She knew where to go to get what she wanted and how to get it when she got there.
The fat guy was tending bar tonight. He was polishing the glasses to match the shine on his head when she walked up and leaned across the bar. She said something in his ear and he turned and looked at me, pointing with the bar rag in his hand. She came my way.
She was wearing a trench coat and a hat with a wide brim. Some little blonde curls stuck out from under the edge. She smiled at me–the way the shark smiles at the smaller fish just before he takes a big bite out of them. I recognized her. She recognized me. The only question was if either of us was going to say so.
“Mr. Bogie?”
She knew damned well I was. She just stood there next to the chair like she was expecting me to be a gentleman. I pushed it out with my foot and gestured for her to sit down. She smirked at me and peeled off her coat just the way she used to peel off her dress down at Mickey’s, only this time there was no spotlight and the jukebox was playing a slow blues number instead of her old bump and grind.
She threw the hat on the table and took a seat. Blonde waves tumbled down over her shoulders like a waterfall. She was seeing a better class of hairdresser these days. The shades of blonde all blended together now instead of hanging in dried out clumps. Better manicurist, too. Instead of long, red claws, she now had shorter, more elegant nails. They were still painted red. She opened her black leather clutch bag and drew out a cigarette, holding it poised at her mouth, wanting me to light it. Okay, I’d play her game. I’d go along with it. I pulled out my old lighter, flicked it twice, and lit her cig.
“Got another one of those?”
She offered me the pack. I took one. I lit it myself.
I leaned across the table and looked her straight in the baby blues.
“Okay, sister, let’s have it. You know I don’t go for beating around the bush.”
She smiled, sly as always.
“You used to. Quite a few other places as well.”
Ha, ha, very funny, I thought. But I also thought about the old days, her, tied to my big ironwork headboard, naked as plucked bird, spread and waiting, ankles tied to the bed frame, eyes on me, begging—begging me for more. The sound of her voice brought me back to reality.
“I need you, Dick.”
I felt my soul lurch. Somewhere a part of me had waited to hear those words and in spite of my determination to stay cool, a part of me dared to hope she’d come to her senses and realized where she belonged, but her next words dashed that hope.
“I need your help.”
She didn’t want the man. I laughed at myself for thinking even a moment that she had. She wanted the detective, someone she could use and throw away the way she had before. Still, the prospect had its possibilities. Her eyes pleaded, just the way they had all that time ago when she was tied to the bed.
I leaned back in my seat and took a long drag from my butt, assessing the situation. Sure, she was gorgeous, maybe even more now that she’d seasoned a little. She was wearing a black evening gown, strapless, and her tits rose over the top like twin moons half above the horizon. Just looking at them made me want to weep over the memories, but I’m not the crying kind.
Her legs were as good as ever, too, at least from what I could see. The slit up the skirt of her dress only went up to mid thigh, but it was a pretty decent guess that what I couldn’t see was as good as what I could.
“Why me? Why now, after all these years? With the bucks you’ve got these days, you could buy yourself a fleet of Pinkertons. You don’t need me.”
She leaned forward, giving me a view of cleavage damned near to her navel.
“I need YOU, Dick. You’re the only one I can trust.”
“Like you trusted me back then when you walked out on me?”
“I was scared, Dick, scared of what I was becoming. I couldn’t get enough of you, enough of it.
The more you beat me, the more I wanted. You were my addiction, my drug. I had to kick it.”
“It’s called being a masochist. It’s what you are, baby. It’s what you’ll always be. You need it rough and you need a guy who’s man enough to give it to you that way.”
“I was losing myself.”
“Were you? Or did you find yourself and was the self you found just too hard to admit to?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t know then and maybe I never will. I just knew I had to leave you.”
“You’re only half a woman without me, doll. You know that. You’ll never be the woman you really are without a man strong enough to put his hand to your ass when you need it.”
That broke her. She’d had enough. She stood up and clutched the black leather bag to her body. I could see her holding back tears. Or maybe just pretending to. She hung her head and turned away from me.
“It was a mistake to come here.”
“Glad you don’t need me to tell you.”
“I’m sorry I bothered you. Forget you ever saw me.”
“You can bet on it.”
Then she walked out of my life. Again.
I’d told her I’d forget her, but the lady was hard to forget. I still hadn’t forgotten her from the first time. I’d had other girls before her. I’d had plenty of girls since. But nobody was ever like her. Nobody ever would be. She’d been the sweetest little pain slut any man could ever ask for. Tall and voluptuous, with tits the size of grapefruits, an ass like a pair of white satin pillows, hair like a river of smelted gold, and skin softer than kid.
And she could take it. She took everything I could dish out and wanted more. I’d leave her tied up for hours, beat her with everything from paddles to whips. Clamp her nipples and hang weights on the chain. Shove a dildo covered in pepper sauce up her ass. It only made her come. And she came like a freight train, came like the cavalry riding over the hill. Came until she was so exhausted she passed out still in her bonds.
But that was yesterday. I tried not to think about the past, but after her invasion of my favorite drinking spot, I couldn’t get her off my mind. What had she wanted so badly that she sought me out, risked exposing her past by contacting her old lover? She had to be desperate to have done it and I felt like a heel for chasing her off. Sure, she ran out on me before, and sure, it made me
mad. But I had loved her once and once was all there was for me.
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The Birthday Box October 16, 2007
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When I walked in my apartment, I noticed the box immediately. It was rather huge and hard not to notice. Upon closer inspection, I saw a note on the top that read, “Inside you’ll find many wonderful things to play with…”
All I saw when I opened the top was a huge pile of styrofoam bubbles. I reached my hand inside and found nothing at first. Then my hand touched warm flesh and what couldn’t possibly be mistaken for anything but the curve of a woman’s breast. I curved my palm around it and slid my hand over just a touch to find a nipple. I pinched it and it grew instantly hard beneath my touch. I reached in with my other hand a little further to the left and found the other one and pinched it as well. They were both hard little points now but there was no movement from inside the box yet.
I was determined to get some kind of reaction from the person in the box, who I assumed was my girlfriend, Gloria, so while I continued to pinch and tease the left nipple, I pulled my right hand out and parted the bubbles until I found what I was looking for. There it was. A slippery slit, already spread wide for my inspection. I explored until I found the hardened nub of her clit and began to rub it with my thumb. Nothing. Not even a sound. So I reached inward with my fingers until I found her opening and slid my middle finger and my index finger inside the velvety darkness. Was that a moan I heard?
It was almost imperceptible but yes, there was sound, so I began to stroke the inner walls of her tunnel. I continued my ministrations on her nipple as I slid my fingers in and out and circled my thumb over her clit. As I increased the pace of my fingers, her body began to move. Her hips circled around and met my hand and then I began to feel her muscles clamping around me. A little more pressure here and a flickering of my thumb down there and her body was convulsing and the imperceptible moans were quite obvious now.
As she came quite loudly I smiled. Ah, victory.
“Come out now, my little plaything.”
Just then, Gloria came out from the bedroom and her friend, Shanna popped out of the box with a big smile on her face.
“Happy birthday, darling,” my girlfriend said as she kissed me.
“Yes, happy birthday, ” Shanna said as she pressed her naked and still aroused body against me in a hug.
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They’re Called Goddesses For a Reason October 14, 2007
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He stood at the door of his apartment with the key in his hand. She was inside, waiting for him. He could feel her presence through the door and although he wanted to walk in and be with her he couldn’t quite make himself unlock the door.
“Is everything ok?” a voice asked behind him.
Everyone at work had already asked him why he looked so tired after such a long weekend and he had half mumbled something to them about working on his place but he didn’t think any of them believed him. Luckily his position as a collections specialist didn’t give him much time to socialize during the work day and the people who he spoke with on the phone generally weren’t concerned with his well being.
He turned to the voice and saw it was just his neighbor from across the hall, Mary. She was small but curvy with almond colored skin and short black hair. She held a grocery bag under one arm and her keys in the hand of the other. She was smiling softly at him. He appraised her legs briefly before speaking. They were bare to high up on her thigh under her skirt.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just trying to remember if I need to get anything from the store before I step inside,” he lied.
She smiled again and blushed softly. Shawn didn’t notice it.
“Alright, just checking.” She slipped her key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open in one motion.
“Oh! And so sorry to hear about you and Rosalie.”
He narrowed his eyes, “Who told you we broke up?”
“Actually I saw her moving her stuff out. If you ask me she was never the right girl for you anyway. I never really saw you two together,” she pushed her hair behind her ear nervously.
“Really?” Shawn asked wanting to add, “What do you know?” but biting his tongue.
“Yeah well, who am I to speak on other people’s relationships?” she said backing into her door obviously embarrassed about saying anything at all, “Just knock if you need anything!”
And then Shawn was alone in the hall with his thoughts.
Although he had rushed home, once there, at the door, he thought of the insanity of the last two nights and wasn’t sure he wanted to continue. The scratches on his back pained him slightly still but that wasn’t what stopped him. He held his key steady at the lock and let his mind replay the last 48 hours.
He was missing his girl. That was what started it, he was just missing her. Technically she wasn’t his girl anymore but he was missing her and he decided to make himself feel better. He wanted to look at some real live women, watch them dance and imagine they did things that his ex, Rosalie would never do. Or imagine that their breasts and their pussies were hers. That she was dancing before him and he would be able to climb inside of her later.
He was a good looking guy. Tanned skin with black hair. His eyes were bright blue and his lips were full. He was tall with a slight muscular build. Not enough to give people a sense that he was bulging out of his clothes but enough to give him nice definition. There was no reason that he couldn’t just find a woman who would do those things that he wanted but he was a sweet guy and didn’t want to take advantage of anyone.
It wasn’t his normal place. It was some new establishment that his friend John had found a week ago and swore was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. And he was right. As soon as he walked in, he knew there was something different about it. It wasn’t decorated any differently than any other strip club. There wasn’t any effort made to make it seem upscale. It could have been any other tit joint in town but right away he knew there was something that made it special.
The women there just glowed. When they smiled it was like his whole world lit up. He sat right in front of the stage. There was a single empty seat right in front of the pole as if someone was saving the spot for him. And who knows, perhaps they were. He didn’t even think it was strange when all the girls knew his name.
“Would you like a drink, Shawn?” one of them purred into his ear. She had blue hair and wore a clear plastic dress. She smiled at him as he looked her over. She had the most gorgeous breasts he had ever seen. She laughed and sat a shot glass full of a strange golden colored liquid before him.
“I didn’t ask for anything,” he said absently still staring at her strange blue pubic hairs half wondering if her exposed sex would be the same pink as her nipples.
“Oh trust me, you’ll need it.”
“What is it?” he asked
“Oh, something a little like falling in love, a little like eating fire. You’ll like it, trust me.”
“Aren’t they both the same thing?” he said picking up the glass and looking at it wanting her to like him more than anything.
She laughed, “Drink it, the show’s about to start,” and she trotted off, her ass switching back and forth daring him to follow.
He picked up the shot glass full of golden liquid and because he had no thought to do otherwise, swallowed it in one gulp. It was sweet as it slid past his tongue and down his throat but as soon as it hit his stomach he felt it change and from his gut to his lips there was an intense burning sensation so strong that he thought he would scream. And then as soon as it began it was over.
There was a strange hush over the room. The lights had changed to cast a red tinge on everything. The music started with a strange song that sounded a little like a fight but mostly like a hunt. Different than anything he had heard before. Then she came out.
She moved slowly down the stage to the pole. Her body was lithe and muscular. She was built for speed but for power as well. Her black hair was short and a ringlet of gold rested on her head. He could see the muscles in her legs work under her skin as she walked. Her skin was smooth but it seemed that the muscles were just waiting for a burst of motion. Her bare feet stepped one in front of the other. Her stomach was flat and he wanted to run his tongue over it and feel the muscle underneath. A white cloth was tied over her breast and another was tied around her waist. It seemed to him that he could see a tail flicking back and forth behind her. As she neared the pole, she reached for it and swung slowly around it. She had full lips that were parted slightly to show white teeth. Her eyes, which he swore were a dusty yellow were searching the crowed for something. They settled with an animal intensity on him and then she began to dance.
It was a violent sort of dance but he felt himself get hard as he watched her move on the pole. The cloth that covered her breast was undone and they appeared before him, smaller than he expected but he wanted to touch them. She was naked suddenly and the light shone of her bare brown skin. She walked towards him on all fours, her tail swishing slowly behind her. She stopped in front of him and sat up spreading her legs wide before him. Her bare sex glistened wetly in the red light. She slid off the stage and into his lap, grinding herself onto him, pressing on his cock sending waves of pleasure through his body. He kept his hands at his sides but he wanted to grab her and press himself into her wet opening.
The music stopped and she climbed off of him and back onto the stage. She picked up her clothes while another girl gathered up her money for her. The lights changed as they walked back stage together.
“Wow,” Shawn stuttered out. There was a wet spot on his pants but he wasn’t sure if it was from her or him. The waitress came back with another shot glass and sat it before him.
“Someone ordered this for you. Would you like a private dance?” she asked smiling.
He picked up the glass and drank it. Both sensations were more intense this time but somehow that made it better. “I’m sorry; I don’t have the money for that on me.”
“Don’t worry,” she said holding out her hand for him, “someone ordered that for you, too.”
He took her hand and stood up. She led him to the back of the club past the other patrons and pushed a door open. They walked in and the door shut silently behind them. The light was normal here and her hair, he could see, wasn’t blue at all. It was a slivery white. The lights in the main club just made it appear blue. She walked past a few doors and then led him inside of a room. There was a single couch in the room and he took a seat on it. She shut the door behind them and went to a small counter that held a bottle of the drink she had been handing him all night and one glass. She filled the glass to the brim and handed it to him.
“What is this stuff?” he asked taking it from her.
“I told you already, its-“
He stopped her, “Like falling in love,” he said.
She nodded and walked over to the light switch.
“What was that dancer’s name?” he asked.
“Leona,” she said unzipping her plastic dress and letting it drop to the floor. Her skin was alabaster white.
“What’s your name?” he asked putting his empty glass down. Her silver hair was longer than he thought, it fell to her waist.
She turned her face to him and said, “Diana,” and then clicked off the light.
She glowed softly in the darkness but somehow Shawn didn’t find this odd. She turned to face him completely and walked towards him slowly. Her legs were long and he wanted to lie between them. She didn’t dance.
She knelt before him and he took her breast in his hand. He let his thumb play over her pink nipple. She rubbed her palm over his cock through his pants. He felt himself getting harder and she stopped and pulled herself onto his lap. She moved her hips slowly over him and let her head fall slightly to the side exposing her soft neck. He kissed it gently and then moved to her soft lips. She let herself be kissed and then he put one of her pink nipples in his mouth and sucked. She moaned softly and worked her hands under his shirt to touch his skin. Her own skin was cool and he half assumed it was because he was so hot. He let go of the breast in his mouth and she pulled his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor. She kissed down his chest and worked her way to the waist of his khakis. On her knees between his legs she undid his pants releasing his swollen member. She ran her tongue over his impressive cock and then took it in her mouth. She moved slowly and he placed his hand on her head pushing it down to take more of him into her mouth. She took more and more until he was fully inside of her mouth. She sucked him and stroked his balls until he pulled her off.
He picked her up and placed her on the couch. She spread her legs and he kicked off his shoes and pants. “Show me,” he said his voice gruff and demanding. She spread the lips of her pussy with two fingers exposing her to him. It was as pink as her nipples and glistening in her soft glow. He reached down and ran a finger over it, from her wet opening to her clit. She moaned softly and he rubbed the nub of flesh. She began to move her body so that his finger would apply more pressure to it. He used his finger to keep attention on her clit as he lowered himself to his knees. He took her nipple in his mouth and sucked slowly. She moaned and arched her back as she felt the tension that had built up in her body release into orgasm. He moved his finger back down to her opening and slipped it inside making her gasp but she moved her hips against him.
He crawled between her legs and thrust inside of her. She gasped as he entered her. He pushed himself into her tightness and she grabbed his back and breathed hard underneath him. As she began to open wider for him he moved quicker, pushing himself further inside. He looked at her and saw that her eyes were closed tightly. He wanted to say something to her but he couldn’t get the words out. He pushed himself deep inside of her and moaned loudly as he came.
Spent he let himself slide out of her and rested his head on her shoulder. She reached between her legs and her fingers came back red in her strange glow.
“You’re bleeding,” he said already half asleep. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“
“Shhh,” she said wiping the blood off and stroking his black hair softly. “It’s alright.” She began laying soft kisses on his head.
He fell into a deep restful sleep. He dreamed of his girlfriend, his ex-girlfriend, at first but then images of her were pushed aside by as the dancer swayed into his unconscious. Her full lips and golden eyes filled his vision.
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Office Masturbation - part 4 October 11, 2007
Posted by admin in : Stories/E-books , add a commentIf you haven’t read the previous Office Masturbation posts you might want to read these first:
Office Masturbation - part 1
Office Masturbation - part 2
Office Masturbation - part 3
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Denise was working on some files that needed to be cleared away when Frank stopped by her desk.
“How are you doing Denise? Boss lady’s not working you too hard is she?”
“Oh of course not Frank. How are you?”
“Oh you know. Same old, same old. Work the 9-5 so I can go play golf with the boy on the weekend. You know the little bugger is actually getting better than me!”
Denise got kind of tongue tied about that point.
“Well, uh, back to work. Take care Denise.”
Denise couldn’t figure out what they hell it was about Frank but talking to him just made her wet. The man was old enough to be her father and he looked like he could have been her father. He had the grey hair and sometimes he even wore cardigans on casual Fridays. But maybe that’s what it was.
Denise had always known that submission was her thing but she’d never had this craving to be Daddy’s little girl. She wanted him to bend her over his knee and confess all her sins. She wanted him to tuck her in at night and treated her like his little angel. She wanted him to be her sugar daddy.
Thinking about it was making her a little horny and she rubbed her pussy against the seat. So much for filing, she thought. But that thought escaped her mind pretty quickly and she began thinking about Frank and his cardigan and being disciplined because she’d been a bad girl. She began thinking what might happen if Frank came back now and found her rubbing her self through her panties.
“Denise, I’m shocked! Can’t you control yourself? Good girls don’t touch yourself in public.”
Denise pouted, but she didn’t stop.
“Come on. I guess I’ll have to teach you a lesson won’t I?”
Denise imagined Frank pulling her off to his office.
Inside his office, he closed the door and clicked the lock.
“Now, you know what to do.”
Denise feigned shyness and said, “No Daddy, please don’t make me.”
“Denise, take your panties off - NOW,” he commanded.
Denise did as she was told, bending over from the waist so that he could see her pretty bum peeking out from beneath her favorite plaid school girl skirt. It was a little shorter than what was acceptable in the office but she got away with it once in awhile.
Denise snapped to attention when Steve walked by her desk. Her fingers flew to the keyboard and she hoped that the scent of pussy wouldn’t be too obvious. When he left, her fingers flew back to her lips and began to flick over her clit again. She knew this was dangerous but she couldn’t leave her desk while the boss was still in her office.
Frank slipped a hand beneath her skirt and slid it right into her wetness.
“My, my, you really have been a naughty girl. Come.”
He sat in his favorite armchair in the office and pulled her over his knee. She barely had time to whimper before the first smack of his hand hit her right cheek.
“Naughty girls that can’t keep their fingers out of their panties need to be punished. You understand that I’m doing this for your own good don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“What’s that? I can’t hear you…”
Several more smacks rained down over her bottom and she could feel it beginning to burn.
“Yes, Daddy,” she said louder.
“And Daddy loves his baby girl so I need to teach her what is proper behavior and what is not, don’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Again and again, his hand reddened her bottom even more until the tears started to stream down her cheeks and her pussy was dripping with need.
“Do you promise to try harder to behave?” he asked as the spanking slowed.
“Yes, Daddy.”
He began to caress her aching cheeks and said, “Then I guess you’ver learned you’re lesson. Let me show you how much Daddy loves his sweet girl.”
By this point Denise could care less who found her diddling herself beneath her office desk and she was flicking her clit like crazy. She was almost there.
Frank got to his knees and began to lick her juices up. Over and over his tongue laved over her clit. Then, he raised to his knees, pulled her closer to him and thrust his cock deep into her. With every thrust her bottom burned as it rubbed against the chair and she came hard in moments.
Just in time, too.
“Denise, don’t forget to file the stuff from the Berger account. I’m done with it until next month and I want to be able to find it this time.”
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Office Masturbation - part 3 October 7, 2007
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Office Masturbation - part one
Office Masturbation - part two
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Amanda breathed a sigh of relief as Zach walked away. She was actually making progress with Denise today until Zach had turned up with his cheesy pick up lines and his wanna-be player stories. But Zach kind of ruined that.
She knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with Denise today so she spent a few minutes soothing her nerves by assuring her that Zach was not worth their time. She made a joke about the bulge in his pants likely being made of cotton and Denise laughed and blushed. She was so cute - she was borderline innocent.
“Now get back to work,” Amanda told Denise. “I’ll come and get you for coffee later this afternoon ok?”
But before that, Amanda needed to find a way to get rid of her sexual tension before she could meet Denise for coffee otherwise she might end up seducing her right there in the cafeteria. Amanda knew the day that Denise walked into the office that she wanted her. It had been years since she’d been this attracted to another woman but Denise was just her type.
Denise was very small and petite and she had that kind of lost little girl look that Amanda found difficult to resist. There were lots of women that tried on that look but very few that pulled it off as being genuine. And Denise was genuine. Her voice was soft and meek and she really was quite shy. Amanda found out that she’d moved here from a small town only a week before getting this job. She’d left her small town because she’d split up with her husband, who it seemed was really quite a schmuck. And the more time Amanda spent with her the more attracted to her she was.
She’d been working on Denise for a couple weeks now and she figured that Denise would be ready for the seduction by the weekend. And Amanda had it all planned out. But first she had to get rid of this tension and she had the perfect tool to do it.
She’d gotten a new toy in the mail just yesterday and she hadn’t had a chance to use it yet. But it was in her purse and she’d bought it specifically for moments like this. It was a tiny little finger vibe and it had these delicious little nubs on the end. Just thinking about it was getting her all tingly so she grabbed her purse from her cubicle and headed to the copier room.
The copier room was on the far end of the hallway and had a lock on the door. Perfect for moments like this. Once the door was locked, Amanda leaned against the counter and proped one foot on the copier machine and slid her fingers into her panties. Oh, yes, she was definately a little wet. It only took a few moments for her to figure out how to put the vibe to use and she slid it through the wet folds of her lips.
Soon, she was slipping into her seduction fantasy. She’d give Denise just enough wine to help her relax. Then she’d make her move. As the vibe slid slowly hummed over her she felt her lips connect with Denise’s, felt a slight resistance, and then her surrender as Denise melted into her. Their mouths and tongues were wine-sweet and Amanda could only imagine the sounds Denise would make upon learning how much fun girl kisses could be.
Then Amanda would slide her hands under Denise’s shirt. She’d imagined touching those small breasts many times and could almost feel the nipple grow hard in her hands. The clothing would come off and as Amanda tasted that perfect little nub and sucked it into her mouth, she moved the vibe faster over her clit. Oh - this baby was so good.
In her mind, it didn’t take Amanda much time to get Denise naked but in real life she was planning to make it last. She knew that Denise was going to need some delicate treatment. But as she got closer to orgasm, she sped things along. With Denise laying naked and exposed on the faux-fur rug in her living room, she wasted no time sliding her fingers inside her. She was wet and wanting, so Amanda slid another finger in. And then she went for what she really wanted.
Amanda’s mouth went straight for that little pearl peeking out from beneath the hood and kissed it gently. Denise moaned and raised her hips to her, wanting more. In the copier room, Amanda was working her new toy and it flickered and buzzed quickly over her own clit. Her panties were soaked with her juices and her hips rocked furiously.
Amanda sucked Denise’s clit harder into her mouth and Denise made that sweet little mewing sound that comes naturally to only a few women. Her hands moved up to tease Denise’s perk nipples, squeezing them as her tongue began to flicker faster and faster. Denise’s hips rocked and as she came, Amanda gripped the counter top and stiffled a moan. She exploded from within as she imagined the taste of Denise filling her mouth. Yes, yes…
Then someone was at the door, which of course was locked. As Amanda regained her composure, there was a knock and she heard someone ask, “Is everything ok in there?”
Amanda opened the door to see Frank standing there. Frank was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair. He looked her over in a fatherly way. Seeing her flushed complexion, he said, “Are you ok Amanda?”
Thinking quickly, she said, “Oh, I’m ok now Frank. I just found out that my dog back home died and I guess it just kinda hit me. I just needed a little cry. I’ll be fine.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry dear. Are you sure you don’t want to go home? I could talk to Bill for you.”
“No, thanks Frank. I’ll be fine. I do need to get back to work now though.”
“Ok, take care dear.”
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Office Masturbation - part 2 October 6, 2007
Posted by admin in : Stories/E-books , add a comment“Man,” Zach thought to himself, “This job just couldn’t be any easier.”
What his job technically was called was something like Departmental Overseer of Something-or-other but he knew it was a made up job. His aunt had helped him get the job about a year ago when he’d graduated from university. He wasn’t exactly qualified since he had no real life experience but he soon found out that keeping the job had nothing to do with his qualifications. The company was made of up mostly of women and that made things very easy for him.
He found it especially easy to move up in the company by flirting with the older women in charge and Dolores was no different. The crazy woman actually believed that when he was flirting with her he actually wanted her. He was sure he could get her to promote him if it meant staying on the same floor. While he was sure she was someone’s taste, she wasn’t his. His taste? It ran more along the lines of Amanda.
Amanda was in advertising and she was blonde and just as picture perfect as anyone could possibly imagine. And damned if his charms did not work on this girl. He smiled, he wore nice snug pants for her, he used his best lines that had a no-fail success rate on any other woman. But not her. And that just made him hotter.
Today he saw her talking to Denise, Dolores’ assistant. Denise was laughing and Amanda was leaning over just enough so that he could barely see the beginning of some thigh beneath her skirt. That was enough to get his mind reeling and he imagined those long legs wrapped around his waist as he slid into what he could only imagine would be heaven. But when he came beside her the conversation came to a sudden halt. Even making light conversation and telling one of his best stories couldn’t put the smiles on their faces. So he left.
He headed down to the second floor men’s washroom. It was usually deserted because it was at the end of a long hallway and it just always seemed inconvenient. He wanted to be alone while he got some release and no one would think to look for him here.
In the last stall, he pulled out his cock and it was hard in moments as he thought of Amanda’s long blonde hair and those legs he was craving. He wanted her so badly and if he ever got her he was going to make sure she begged for it. First he’d get her to suck him off. Imagining her down on her knees with her mouth full of him made him harder and he stroked himself firmly. He didn’t want to spend too much time here because he knew damn well that pretty boys like him could be replaced.
He quickly got her off her knees and bent her over, facing away from him. He stroked a little faster as he imagined her whimper as he slid two fingers into her from behind.
“Do you want it? All this time you’ve been brushing me off you really have wanted me to fuck you haven’t you?”
“Yes, I need you Zach. I need you to fill me. Please, now!”
And then he gave her ass a nice firm smack - hard enough to leave a hand print that made her pretty porcelain cheeks turn bright red.
Her squeal was so satisfying that he did it again.
“Please Zach. Fuck me. Take me. I’ll never ignore you again. I’m yours…”
As his stokes grew quicker he knew he was going to come any second. He kept his mind focused on that pretty ass bent over in front of him. He wanted to time this just right. Faster yet, and he began to feel that familiar tension in his balls. Then he was driving his cock deep into her pussy, filling her all the way, feeling his balls slap against her thighs. As he heard her moans and the sounds of skin on skin, he came hard.
Most of it hit the toilet but some hit the back of the toilet seat. He cleaned up and headed back to work. He was going to have her. She just didn’t know it yet.
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Office Masturbation - part one October 5, 2007
Posted by admin in : Stories/E-books , add a commentSitting in an office all day was driving her crazy. But getting to see Zach walk around in those snug fitting sweaters he always wore with the pants that hugged his ass just right made the day pass a little bit faster. Pretty soon, watching turned into flirting. Flirting turned into some serious innuendo that would likely have gotten her fired if the higher ups knew how close she was to taking advantage of one of her staff.
What she really wanted was to shove him down to the leather couch in her executive office and fuck the hell out of him, but she only had five years left to an early retirement at 50 and she was damned if she was going to screw that up for a hot lay. If she wanted a guy half her age she could head out to any one of the clubs and pick one up but she knew that this wouldn’t be worth the risk. She also knew that Zach was one of many and that her little case of the hots would soon pass.
So, when she really couldn’t handle it anymore, she told her administrative assitant, Denise, that she needed a power nap and to hold her calls. She’d lock her office door, pull down the blinds (even though she was on the thirtieth floor and no one could see in, but she liked the darkness), and get out her favorite vibrator from the locked drawer in her desk.
She loved this thing. It was thick and about 8″ long and had the greatest vibrations. It was almost as good as getting fucked by a real cock and with that baby she could really get into a good fantasy.
This Friday just happened to be one of those days. She’d seen Zach three times already that day and her pussy was just dripping by about 3 pm. So, calls were put on hold and the drawer was unlocked. The door was locked and she put some relaxing music on the radio. Then, she lay back on the leather couch, inhaled the rick leather scent, and pulled her panties off.
She started by rubbing the soft skin of the vibrator through the folds of her pussy as she imagined Zach getting naked in front of her. She could see his cock pointing at her until he got down on his knees and began to lick and nibble at her breasts. She turned the vibration up a notch and imagined him moving down to her pussy. She could almost feel his tongue flicking over her clit.
She was really revved up though and she just wanted to get off so she could concentrate and get some work done. So she slid the tip of the vibrating cock just inside her lips and in her head, she heard herself say, “Zach, just get down to business and fuck me already. This isn’t a date you know.”
He wasted no more time and drove his tool full to the hilt inside her. As she pumped the vibrator deep as she could take it, her inner voice cried out, “Yes, Zach. That’s a good boy. Fuck me like you’ve been wanting to all these months.” And he did.
She had one leg over the back of the couch and the other spread out into the middle of the floor. Her fingers rubbed her clit furiously and she turned the vibrator up full blast. Zach pumped away like a good little boy toy and she bucked her hips against her cyber-skin lover.
As she came hard, imagining Zach’s tool shooting his load inside her, she muffled her moans so that Denise wouldn’t hear her.
She rested for a moment, turned the vibrator off, and then got up to put it away. She cleaned it off with a soft cloth that she’d take home and wash later. Then she put the vibrator back in its case and picked up the phone.
“Thanks Denise. I feel much better. Can you get John Stacy on the line for me?”
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Like this one? Read Office Masturbation - part two and find out Zach’s story!
Outdoor Sex October 3, 2007
Posted by admin in : Ramblings, Stories/E-books , add a commentI’ve always fantasized about outdoor sex but it is one fantasy that has yet to be fulfilled. More particularly I love the idea of having sex in the rain. Outdoor sex in the rain - is there anything sexier than that. Summer Rain especially is so sexy - the warmth, the wetness. In case you hadn’t guessed, that’s what inspired my short story, Summer Rain, and the short poem that goes with it.
Outdoor sex is all about freedom and the ability to completely let go. But in a way, too, it’s about the possibility of getting caught!
Here’s a flash fictions piece for you to enjoy:
Rained Out
by Autumn Seave
The rain clouds were coming in fast as we gathered up our picnic belongings. We were laughing as we dropped items into the middle of the blanket and gathered the corners. Apparently we didn’t do a very good job though because things kept falling out and we had to stop to retrieve them.
We were only about a yard from the car when the rain fell in sheets over us. We were drenched in moments, clothes sticking to our sun drenched skin.
As I rushed to put our stuff in the trunk, I realized that he was just standing there staring.
I slammed the trunk and said, “Well, are we going?”
“Not yet.”
He pressed me against the back of the car and his mouth was on mine in a deep, wet kiss that made me forget about my wet clothes.
Such A Dirty Man September 30, 2007
Posted by admin in : Stories/E-books , add a commentI’ve posted a brand new, as yet unseen story at The Blushing Ladies Journal! It’s something a little different than I normally do but I like the final result.
When Alan’s niece, Jennesa, asked him to help her school start a garden he didn’t think much about it before he said yes. He never expected the decision to have such a positive impact on his life though. Beth, the Educational Assistant in Jennesa’s class was the teacher who volunteered to help him and she made him think about things he had not thought about in a long time. She made him think about that girl who had come into his life twenty years ago and then disappeared. She made him think about walks along the beach at sunset. And she made him think about sex.
Read the rest of it at The Blushing Ladies Journal…
