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Encounters of the Stupid Kind - Part 1

Encounters of the Stupid Kind - Part 1
By: adidas_chica_2323 (adidas_chica_2323@yahoo.com)

Bella breathed a sigh of relief as she closed the door. She had never been so happy to see a man leave her in her life. She stood on her tip-toes to gaze tentatively out of her peephole, making sure he was truly gone. She smiled as she watched him looking angrily at her door, but then sliding into his car, grumbling about her "lack of gratitude" as he had so kindly put it. "You should be happy a man like me would even agree to meet a fat girl like you..." Of course the name calling had only started once Bella tried to nicely tell him she wasn't interested. He was too short, too hairy and just too unattractive to Bella, and she didn't feel that she should have to settle for something she didn't really want.

Michael had expected to get laid just because he drove the 20 minutes to see her, or "at least a hand job for my troubles." He was sad and pathetic.

Bella watched his car slowly back out of her long driveway until it reached the street. She turned and pressed her back against the cool oak door, finally releasing the rest of the breath she'd been holding. She gazed around her small house, looking at the overturned table and chair, her eyes dancing over the shattered remains of her mother's antique vase and the few other things that had been broken during his tantrum. Bella's face turned red as her mind traveled back. She had been stupid to let him come over after only chatting with him a few times, but he'd sounded like a nice enough guy, and Bella was lonely since her split from Derek. After a week of flirting and chatting through her blog and on her instant message service, when he'd asked to meet her she said yes without much thought.

She immediately rushed off line to jump in the shower and freshen up. She lathered her body and made sure to get the soap over every inch of her; not an easy job, but a doable one. She conditioned her hair and put perfume everywhere a man's hands and mouth might roam. In her rush, she was done a good five minutes before he arrived, leaving her time to sit, stew and fantasize.

Bella had no idea what he looked like, only descriptions he'd given her. "I'm on the short side, but not TOO short, dark hair, black eyes, a goatee and mustache. A lot of people say I resemble an older, chubbier Johnny Depp." Bella chuckled to herself thinking of his completely inaccurate description. He looked NOTHING like Mr. Depp; hell he couldn't even pass for Johnny's retarded, inbred cousin Jeb. He was only about 5'0; he had beady black eyes, which were heavily hooded by a forehead that protruded almost past his oversized nose. Michael did have a mustache, but it was better suited for 70's porn stars, and his "goatee" was really just a sparse covering of chin fuzz that he was probably too lazy to shave.

Bella sat in her living room waiting for Michael, unable to keep still and already growing a bit moist from the thought of him touching her; well the thought of a look-a-like Johnny Depp touching her. When the doorbell rang she jumped up and practically ran to answer it, a huge smile plastered to her face. Upon opening the door her smile quickly faded into a curious expression when she say the sawed off man standing in front of her, and then into a frown when she realized that the troll standing in front of her was Michael.

"Can I help you?" Bella asked, hoping that maybe it wasn't Michael.

"Hey sexy, I'm Michael!" He said in a tone that was all too proud and cocky.

"Oh...um, come in." Bella moved to one side to let him through her door. She wished now that she had never sent him a picture. She could've just closed the door and pretended he had the wrong address.

He walked in her house and immediately started walking from room to room. "Nice place; could be a little bigger, but you probably don't make that much right?" Bella stood by the door with her mouth open, not really sure if he was joking, or if Michael was actually that much of an ass.

"FOUND THE BEDROOM!" He yelled from the back of the house. Bella padded, barefoot across the carpeted hallway. When she entered the room Michael was already sprawled out on her freshly made bed; his shoes and shirt lying next to the bed.

"Excuse me," Bella said slowly, "but what do you think you're doing?"

"Just putting on the man show for you baby." He gave her a wink and then made guns with his hands and pretended to shoot her. Bella couldn't help herself, she started to giggle. She put her hand over her mouth in an effort to control her giggling, but giggles soon turned to riotous laughter.

"What's so funny?" He sat up quickly, revealing a back that was matted with coarse, grey and brown hair. Bella began to laugh harder. Soon she was crying.

"What the fuck are you laughing about?"

"I'm...sorry...it's not you."

"Well then, what is it?"

"You're just a little too pushy for me, I'm sorry."

"Oh baby, I'm not being pushy, I'm just confident that you're going to fall in love with me, once I get you to take off some of those clothes."

"I don't think so Michael; you're just really not my type." Bella put on her best smile. "How about I make us some dinner and we can sit and talk for a while?"

"You're kidding right?" He gazed at Bella like she'd just spit in his face. Then his look of shock turned to pure anger. "You should be thanking your lucky stars a guy like me would even want a fat cow like you!" Bella knew what he expected her to do; he expected her to cry, and get on her knees and thank him for taking pity on her. She didn't get angry, instead the giggling began again and this time she didn't try to hold it back.

She turned her back to him which was her second mistake that night; her first had been letting him in her house. She felt thick fingers on the back of her neck, and before she knew it she was up against the wall face first. Michael barely reached her shoulders but he was freakishly strong. One thing Bella knew well was no matter how big of a girl she was, she still wasn't as strong as a man. She felt his greedy hands rub over her ample bottom and then up her side. She twisted her hips a bit and bucked him off surprisingly with ease, his stature made it easier for the 5'8 rubenesque beauty to twist out of his grip. But still, she knew had she been shorter, he would have easily overpowered her; she could feel the sting on her neck from where his pudgy fingers had dug in to keep their grasp.

"What are you looking at cunt?" He seethed. Bella glared at him for a moment.

"Get..." Before she could finish her sentence he turned and stormed back into her bedroom and grabbed the clothing that lay haphazardly on her coffee colored rug. Bella stared in disgust as he struggled to pull his shirt over his large head. If she hadn't been so upset she would have laughed; it was like watching a 2 year old trying to get dressed by on their own. Head a bit too large for their body so they teeter and swagger as they try clumsily squeeze their head through a hole in the fabric that is just too small.

"You're missing out on something great here," he admonished after he'd finished the feat of getting his watermelon sized head through a cantaloupe sized hole. "I would've been the best you ever had!" He half screamed, half whispered. "I could've made you scream and moan like you've never done before, but your fat ass is too stupid to realize that!"

Bella stood completely still, her eyes never left his face. She didn't want to seem shaken or afraid, she didn't want to give him any signs that he was affecting her.

"You could've had this big cock in you, but you had to be a stupid fucking bitch!" He began to lewdly grab at his jean clad crotch. Bella finally looked away in disgust, backed against the wall and pointed down the hall to her door. She couldn't restrain herself anymore; she just wanted the repugnant man out of her house.

"FINE!" Michael yelled. He stormed out of the bedroom but stopped once in the living room.

The damage he'd done had been caused in the matter of 45 seconds at the most. He was little, but he was strong and fast and Bella did nothing to stop him. She knew where he worked, knew his first and last name and after he left she would call the police and then on Monday her lawyer.

She knew better than to try and go toe-to-toe with a man who's toting around a bruised ego. He would pay for the damage, although the vase that he destroyed had sentimental value that could never be paid back.

She stepped away from the door, her chubby feet sinking into the carpet. She didn't know where to begin. Should she call the police, or should she take pictures first. She began to walk back to her bedroom; her head down watching each foot make its tiny journey.

'This was not what you had planned Babe!' She said to herself. Her room felt miles away, but when she reached it, her hands went instinctively to her underwear draw and then to the left once inside, grabbing her shiny new camera. It was a gift from Derek. He'd bought it for her for Christmas. She was so excited, she'd wanted a digital camera forever, and she was tired of her blurry webcam shots that did nothing to show off her true beauty. The first thing Bella did when she received the camera was do a full photo shoot. Letting Derek play photographer and take as many pictures of her, in as many different outfits and as many different poses and scenarios as they could think of.

She'd had her favorite ones printed out and put in a photo album. She was quite proud of them, and left them out on her coffee table. None were lewd, just risqué and beautiful.

She smiled thinking back to that day. She had been so incredibly horny that afternoon waiting for him to arrive. She'd taken extra care getting ready that morning; special lotions and exfoliants to make sure her skin shined! She'd conditioned her hair several times until it was shiny as a well kept horse's mane. The majority of the pictures in the coffee table album were taken when he first arrived. Every 10 minutes she lost more and more clothing and her poses and lingerie became more and more revealing. This of course had an effect on her photographer. She'd giggle and wink at him through the lens, wagging her finger at the growing bulge in his trousers.

It was finally too much for him when she donned a red, silk bustier with a pair of thongs and a garter belt and thigh high stockings. It was an outfit he'd never seen before and Bella had bought specifically for that occasion. She sashayed in front of him and took her first pose. Bending over in front of the camera, Bella pretended to fix the strap of her stiletto. She could imagine his view. Her plump, but firm round ass held high in the air, the piece of silk that seductively disappeared between her ass cheeks and down to cover her plump labia.

*Snap* *snap*

The camera went off twice. Bella changed her pose. She kept her back to her lover, but grabbed the riding crop that was lying on the bed. She placed it behind her so that it was perpendicular to her body. She brought it down until it was placed at what she figured would be the middle of her ass and then pulled it tight, making a dent in her full cheeks. She shook her head, thrusting her raven hair back and down her back. Her face turned slightly to reveal her stunning profile, a devilish snarl across her face.

The shutter clicked 3 more times as the room was filled with light.

Bella brought the riding crop to her lips and licked the length of it before gracefully sweeping it behind her and threading it between the crack of her full ass. Three more flashes filled the room with light.

She heard her partner take in a deep rigid breath between what she imagined to be clenched teeth. She didn't dare turn around; instead she spread her legs a little and balanced the riding crop on the floor. She slowly began to bend her knees, keeping her back perfectly straight until the riding crop pressed against the moist, thin fabric that covered her delectable slit.

She heard her lover again gasp and make a low, guttural moaning sound. She chuckled as she wiggled her large ass back and forth, forcing the handle of the crop to push the fabric into her ever moistening slit.

Bella heard feet move across carpet and then strong thick fingers grasps her shoulders, forcing her down further onto the crop's handle. She let a soft, sensual grown escape her lips to let her partner know she was enjoying the ride.

Fingers moved down her shoulders, gently massaging her soft arms and again pushing her down further. The crop and her panties slipped firmly into her slit, teasing her slick opening, before pressing further. This time her moan was louder and more fervent. She leaned her head back against her lover's chest, looking up into his eyes which were firmly planted on the vision below him.

"So fucking hot," he managed to mumble before tightening his grip on her arms and pulling her upwards. He spun her around easily and enveloped her into his long, muscular arms. The kiss was wet and aggressive. He stroked the roof of her mouth with his long tongue as he began to undo the ties of her corset.

Bella let a hand slip down between them to stroke his growing erection through the thick fabric of his jeans. Almost involuntarily his hips thrust forward to her ministrations eager to feel her hands stroke his member.

A devilish smile flashed across her face as he broke their kiss to remove her bustier. He stared in child like awe as her large breasts bounced out of the restricting fabric. He slowly licked his lip, cupping the outside of each one in his strong hands. Derek's fingers pressed into her flesh and his thumbs flicked across her already hard nipples.

Her nipples had always been quite sensitive and without much effort on his part, Bella began to moan and shake as she came closer to orgasm. He licked her neck lightly with his tongue, sending a chill throughout her soft body. She tried desperately to wiggle her tits away from his grasp; it was too much for her. His prodding tongue on her neck, followed by gentle nibbles as his fingers masterfully rolled, pulled and pinched her taunt nipples.

"No, not yet," she moaned.

Derek stopped, stood still and held her tightly for a moment. Bella shuttered and took a few soothing breaths to compose herself again. Bringing her eyes to meet his she smiled softly at him before reaching her face up again to engage in a passionate kiss.

She explored his mouth with her tongue. She could taste a faint hint of her perfume on his lips mixed with the normal sweet taste of his saliva. Derek's hands moved smoothly over her body, rubbing and squeezing when they became full with her flesh. He loved the warm feeling of her body pressed against him and the heat that rose from her skin into his palms.

In a few quick movements and flips of the wrist they were both naked, clutching each other tightly. Derek bent forward and took one of Bella's pert nipples into his hot mouth. She gasped and jerked as she felt his tongue twist around her nipple before sucking it lovingly into the back of his mouth. Derek adjusted his jaw, opening his mouth wider until he had her nipple, areola and a good amount of her breast into his mouth. He sucked as hard as he could, breathing heavily out of his nose, and choking himself on her massive tit.

Bella grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer to her. His other hand quickly found her slickness and began to furiously rub her slit. Bella spread her legs wider and placed a foot onto the bed next to them, opening herself fully so Derek's hand could roam her sex.

He rubbed two fingers along her puffy labia, coating his fingers in the moisture that was now freely flowing from her.

"God, so wet," he mumble around her tit. Bella only sighed and bucked her hips forward, she could hardly wait for the moment when Derek parted her lips and slid his thick, long, graceful fingers into her waiting sex.

Bella wiggled her hips from side to side until she felt the familiar pressure of penetration. She sighed excitedly as she felt Derek push in deep. In a matter of moments she was lying on the edge of the bed, her legs spread and hanging over the side and Derek's skilled fingers still bringing her closer and closer to her release. Bella's hips arched forward to match the rhythm of Derek's skillful fingers.

"Oh God I'm coming." She breathed through clenched teeth.

She clenched her thighs tightly around Derek's fingers, hand and arm, holding her body rigid as the orgasm rocked through her body. She felt like she was floating in a warm ocean, her body held a float by the waves. The corners of her luscious lips curled into a half smile as she opened her eyes to see Derek, hand still trapped between her thighs, staring down at her.

He gently pulled his hand from her still quivering sex. Their eyes locked, he began to lick his hand clean before spreading her knees apart and gently kissing the top of her mound.

"Noooo..." she murmured softly, "I want you in me now." Derek looked at her; head half cocked to the side is dismay. She loved receiving oral, almost as much as giving.

Derek didn't hesitate, what Bella wanted, she always got. He motioned for her to move further towards the edge of the bed, pulling her by her strong calves until the bottom of her ass was slightly over the edge.

Bella ached to feel Derek fill her. Her body trembled and quivered as she watched Derek stand up and walk towards her, stroking his already rigid cock. She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched a single drop of precum fall to the floor.

"P-please baby, fill me up," she whispered. Derek smiled as he lowered himself on top of her, taking care to kiss her gently on the lips as he made his way down her body stopping at her sensitive neck and collarbone, before heading down to her already overworked nipples.

"Oh godddd. Please just fuck me!" Bella begged. She could barely stand Derek's teasing.

She felt him adjust his lower body and felt the weight of his lower half lift from between her splayed thighs. Panic rose in her chest when she thought Derek was leaving her unsatisfied, but the thought barely had time to situate itself in her mind, when she felt Derek's member push swiftly past her labia and smoothly penetrate her cunt.

Instinctively she threw her arms around Derek's neck and pulled herself up against his body.

She desperately tried to match his rhythm, thrusting her hips into the air as he stroked downward. Derek pulled from her grasps and grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head to the bed.

"I love taking you," he murmured through clenched teeth. "You're such a good slut..." He began to thrust harder. "Are you my good little slut?"

"Yes...I'm your slut!" Bella's head began to swim. "I can't take much more Derek," she pleaded.

"You'll take it all you fucking slut!" With each thrust Derek began to grunt, low, deep grunts that reminded Bella of some wild, ferocious, feral animal.

Derek grabbed Bella's legs from around his waist, pushing them into her chest; smashing Bella huge tits against her thighs and opening her further.

This was not sex, it wasn't making love, it was fucking and Bella loved every moment of it.

"Cum for me you fucking whore!" Derek screamed; his voice deep and angry, but love and passion in his eyes. He laced his arms underneath her thick thighs releasing her tits enough to bounce and jiggle seductively with each pounding motion forward.

Bella felt the familiar heat in her belly that began to spread throughout the rest of her body. Like a fire being slowly stoked and fueled, until the heat reached every part of her body. Bella hadn't noticed but she was screaming like a mad woman and babbling incoherently.

"Whose pussy is this?" Bella tried to respond, but could only mutter unintelligible fragments of "yes, good, oh god."

"SAY IT!" Derek grabbed her face hard enough to turn her olive colored skin a bright red hue. "Whose pussy is this?" he seethed.

"Yours." was all Bella could mutter as Derek changed his pace to slow, hard thrust that left her breathless until she was yelping like a bitch in heat. She didn't want it to ever end. She tried to hold back but soon her entire body was on fire and begging for release.

"I'm cumming..." she managed to mutter between screams and moans of pleasure. Her entire body quaked and then went rigid as Derek kept thrusting.

"Take my cum bitch," Derek grunted before releasing his seed deep inside her.

The wet heat filled her and Bella felt her pussy contract and squeeze around Derek's still rigid rod. Derek began to jerk and sputter on top of her as her sex squeezed tighter and tighter.

He grunted again as a second stream of cum shot from him. Bella gazed up at him - he was beautiful, his face distorted in pleasure.

Derek collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear. "I want you again..." he whispered and Bella noticed that he was still rock hard.

She pushed him slightly, letting him know to roll over on his back. He put up no fight as Bella slowly lowered herself on him, again filling herself to the brink.

A small orgasm rippled through her body as she took he entered her. His hands quickly found her ass and began to urge her movements. She rocked her hips slowly in circular motions, making a point to control her kegels. This time was different. Each arch, thrust and motion was slow and deliberate. Bella leaned forward enough to let her breasts dangle in Derek's face. He eagerly opened his mouth and sucked in the closes nipple. Bella, with a hand on each side of Derek's head, lifted her body until only the head of his cock was still enveloped by her wanton sex. Slowly, but then increasing her speed, she began to fuck herself on him. Derek began to moan as the movement stimulated the sensitive head of his cock. He gazed you at Bella lovingly. Their eyes locking in a unblinking gaze as they made love.

Their climax came swiftly this time, as did sleep filled with dreams of happy times and memories shared together.

A shiver ran up Bella's spine as she stood in her bedroom with the camera clutched in her chubby hand. She shook her head as if physically trying to shake away the memory that had once filled her with lust and joy, and now only left her sad and empty.

She made her way back to her living room and began to snap random shots of the mess. She then called her local police station to see what she should do next.

Bella half listened as the rather rude police officer told her they would not be sending out a unit to her residence, but IF she wanted, she could come file a police report. Bella thanked the officer and said she'd stop in on her way to work on Monday.

She placed the phone back on its base and began to clean up the mess. She quickly changed out of her nice clothes and put on her comfiest pair of jeans and one of Derek's ribbed "wife-beater" tanks, that fit her rather snuggly in all the right places. She took a good look at herself in the mirror.

"Pretty cute hun," she whispered to herself. "Maybe no bra?" She fished the strap from underneath the tank and slid it over her arms before roughly pulling out her arm and repeating the step on the next strap.

"Much better!" She smiled as she tweaked her own nipples and headed out of the bedroom. She loved the feeling of her bare breasts straining against the rather thin fabric. It pulled taunt over her chest with every deep breath she took.

Bella grabbed the broom and dust pan from the linen closet on her way back to her ransacked living room. She tip toed back into the living room and began to try to use the broom to scoop the larger pieces of glass into the dust pan. She's managed to get most of it up before a loud knock on her door made her shoot up like a prairie dog when they sense danger.

A cold sweat broke out in little beads on her forehead. She wasn't expecting anyone and the cops had said they wouldn't send anyone out. What if it was Michael? What if he'd come back to hurt her for bruising his ego? She didn't move. She hoped maybe whoever it was wouldn't detect her presence in the house.

*BANG BANG BANG*

"Who is it?" Bella squeaked.

*BANG BANG* a muffled reply.

It was definitely a man's voice, but Bella couldn't tell whose. She began to move closer to the door.

I'll just look out the peep hole and see who it is. Bella thought. She clutched her broom as she headed towards the bolted door.

To be continued...

Coffee, please

Coffee, please [part 1 of 3]
By: Ms. Minx (minx665@yahoo.com)

Coffee, please

by Ms. Minx 9/14/08

The tea light votive candles encircled the swimming pool as invitingly as the sarong hugging her hips. Sparkles on the water's surface invited Vivian to come skinny dipping. Paolo would arrive in ten minutes so he said. You promise, she asked. Si.

Paolo must be psychic, Vivian thought, this is how he envisioned it. Candlelight shimmering with shadows dancing provocatively against her low cut one-piece white bathing suit and sarong. Should she meet him in the foyer, take his hand and lead him to the pool...would they even make it to the pool, she thought mischievously, twirling a strand of her curly reddish brown hair around her right forefinger.

That morning, after a late night to sunrise session, after a variety of positions solely designed to express their passion for each other; they finally rose, needing coffee, lots of coffee. At the neighborhood coffee bar, they ordered the large size. Paolo stood behind Vivian, hands on her waist, pulling her against him, what one would term a public display of affection for each other...more like a public display of erotica as he kissed behind her earlobe. As the machines hummed and whirred, he whispered in her ear the visions he had for that night...

She whimpered as her desire for him built again...standing in line waiting for their coffees. We'll have to take the coffees to go, she thought, or risk being arrested...

Outside, leaning against the building, hidden by some bushes, the coffees got colder as their bodies steamed up, with kisses, lots and lots of kisses...both wishing a cama was nearby...

Jolted from recent memories, Vivian lets go of the strand of hair, looking towards the open patio door, translucent curtains gently swaying with the wind. Ah, he's here. He saunters towards her, unbuttoning his shirt, seemingly undressing her as well. She feels moist. Can he tell? His caramel colored eyes smile as he stops within two inches from her. Not touching her...continues removing his shirt, his well worn jeans unzipped... She feels exposed in her bathing suit almost wishing to wrap the sarong tighter around her. His eyes never waver from her own so when his hand reaches under her sarong, tugging gently at the fabric covering her sweet zone, as he calls it, she moans softly. The low roar of a distant thunderstorm sounds and her breathing quickens. Then he says, you're wet...for me...I mean, you're waiting...for me... Both smile. With eyes still on each other, she places her hand inside his unzipped jeans, tugging him closer.

Then Paulo moves his other hand over hers, telling Vivian, no, me first. She sighs. She releases her hand from his jeans. He kneels in front of her, using one of his strong slightly calloused hands to pull the bathing suit fabric to the side that kept her sweet zone hidden from him.

She moans as his tongue lightly swirls around that sweet zone, feeling her wetness. As he's nibbling, licking, she places her hands in his thick black hair with tinges of gray mixed in. His mouth urgently sucking in her juices, inhaling deeply her scent mingled with the coconut lotion she's grown fond of smoothing all over her body. Gently, he continues as her moans and hands on his head urges him to go deeper...yes, yes...asi....like that...

She shudders....the thunderstorm with lightning seems closer as Paolo unwraps her sarong and it falls to the ground. The tea light votive candlelights flicker faster with the coming wind some extinguishing. His mouth still over her sweet zone as he asks, as if he didn't already know. Here? She moans in reply, her curls bouncing slightly with ever movement of her head and body. Cama... he murmurs. Yes, bed, yes. She nods as her fingers get lost in his hair, anticipating when he's inside her...soon...

He stands and leads her indoors...

I want you from behind. Yes, she knows, she learned that last night...what Paolo wants, his wishes. They so evenly matched hers. One of how many positions they tried last night then slumbered to reawaken with desires that only simmered down with each progressive climax culminating in eyelids barely registering the sunrise outside her bedroom windows...?

This is where they are now as he pulls back the white duvet...then turns to face her and pulls down her bathing suit straps, her Hawaii tan lines still visible. He kisses every exposed part of her body as he pulls off her suit, now he's whispering...all day I've wanted you...groaning inwardly with this need for you, like this...si...

Vivian bends over the edge of the bed, looking back over to see, feel his hands roaming all over her backside, caressing, then he inserts one finger in her sweet zone while his other hand cups her clit, rubbing it in between two fingers. She's moaning and swaying, her nerves heightened...waiting...

He lowers his jeans, white briefs, and she senses when he's naked...confirmed when he presses his erection against her...feeling his body heat. Asi...mmmmmmmm...his hands on her waist as he penetrates her sweet zone gently, insistently. Instinctively, she presses back into him, accommodating him inside her. Hands on her for balance, his moans and hers are the only sounds they hear...

She wants to hear him speak. Tell me, she says. She adores when he says what he's doing at that moment. He actually scoffed at her, disbelieving her when she finally revealed that she loves hearing his voice. It's slow and thick like molasses, dripping with anticipation...a whispered promise of intimacy. And here it is almost dawn and each drenched in mingled sweat. Now Vivian lies on her back among tousled bed sheets, legs spread open, an invitation for him. It isn't just the way he leans over her, arms outstretched at her sides, pinning her down, limiting her writhing, wriggling motions as every thrust brings them closer to that peak of losing control of being driven over that edge, yes, just...like....that...she feels the start of an orgasm. She pleads for him to suck her nipples, inhaling deep, knowing his mouth on her breasts will push her upwards towards him, grinding....reaching for ....that....very....spot....that makes her....stop.....

Breathe, he tells her. Paolo stops moving, eyes growing slightly wider with concern. Vivian exhales, then inhales like a drowning woman breaking through to the water's surface and exhales again long, excruciatingly hard just riding that last bit of orgasm through....she screams, never thinks to muffle it but with her body exploding, that's the only relief...

She opens her eyes and watches his face as he thrusts faster, harder filling her. He stops again.

Let's go, he says. Where, she asks? The office, he says so matter-of-factly. She can't think but says, there's no sofa. Grabbing her wrist, pulling her with him, he walks ahead to the next room. Why do we need a sofa? Here, he says, scattering the files off the desk. Aqui. He sits on the desk and pulls her towards him, his mouth eagerly moves from her face, neck to her nipples. She moans loudly, si, si, and her hips gyrate against him. She moans, I want to taste you. She licks the length of his erection and then his inner thighs too. She deep throats him, with slurping sounds of her saliva all over him just as he likes. His moans grow louder, intense. Ay...not so fast, I don't want to come yet.

He sits up, lifting her head and kisses her deeply, hungrily. Move here, I need to be inside you. They switch positions with her now laying on the desk. His fingers squeeze her clit and move downwards and she's so wet. He's always surprised by that...that she gushes as she calls it when she orgasms. Si... sounds like a long groan and she is literally on the edge...the edge of the desk, the edge of falling into bliss....she grips his hips harder, into her so his penetration causes him to clench his teeth and groan.

What turns you on? He had asked her that before, so long ago. Location, location, location she'd answered. He'd looked with his eyes squinting at her wanting to ask, wondering if he was supposed to know what that meant. Vivian had explained then, I like the thrill of almost getting caught in the act...of being somewhere that you wouldn't think of. That's a turn on for me.

What turns you on, Paolo asks again, now, urgently, thrusting so fiercely, trying to keep from climaxing. I don't want to talk she admonishes him....as she nears a second climax...ah, yes, yes she grunts while he clenches his face in that familiar look of release..... ah, yes.

Resting now, he leans his head on her breasts murmuring if she's alright. Alright? Yes, why? Vivian laughs as Paolo raises his head to look at her face. The desk must be hard, he says earnestly. They laugh momentarily together as he helps her slide off the desk and holds her hand walking back to her bedroom.

Wanting to watch the video works out for me

Wanting to watch the video works out for me [part 1 of 2]
By: oppyrose (Greenside80@yahoo.com)

Watching the video has its rewards

A few days ago I had been browsing around the web when I came across one of these local sights that feature people from the local towns. I began browsing around looking at people's profiles when I ran across a kids profile that I new from our days back in high school. I was looking at his page and I saw that he had recently dated the girl that lives across the street from me. One lucky son of a bitch that he was. This girl had one of those perfect tight Asses and a nice set of tities on her. I would love to be the one fucking her in the ass but unfortunately it looked like he was the one to probably be doing it. At least I could still watch her walking around from my house since I was across from her and I could at least get a nice view of her goods. I continued to browse around on his page until I found a link on the bottom of the page and I clicked it.

This link to me to another page that had a picture of this girl across the street on it. Under the pic, was a link that said enjoy the show, so I clicked on it. As soon as I did, another screen opened up and a video began to play. It was in a small bedroom, and my friend was lying on the bed naked, and within a few min this girl walked in. it was the girl from across the street and she was also butt naked. Man what a body on her! They proceeded to suck and fuck each other for the next half hour of so, and then she got up to go wash herself off and e sneaked over to turn the camera off. Seems like she had no idea she was being taped. I did however, save the clip since I enjoyed watching her get down. I came to find out later on that they had broken up and he had put that video on the web to get her back for leaving him.

This brings us to today as I was getting ready to go out and do my daily lawn work, I noticed her leaving for work. She sure did look good with those tight pants on and with her tits practically popping out of her shirt. I wanted to run over and plow her right on the front stairs. Unfortunately for me, she got in her car and left and I had to get going as well.

I went about my day and was over at a local nursery picking up a few plants for a job that I was doing when I noticed that she was in the back of the store. I was surprised to see her there because she didn't have much gardening ability so I wondered what she was doing there. I walked towards her and pretended to be looking at a few other plants, when I decided to approach her. I walked over slowly and caught her off guard and said hello. She turned towards me, as she said hello as well. I then asked her if I had seen her somewhere, to which she responded with a bit of an attitude. I was a little shocked as she said to me, what, you have seen the video to huh. I just looked at her and asked her what video she was talking about. I played dumb with her, as I told her that I meant I had seen her across the street from my house. She then quickly apologized, and we began chatting.

Seems that her folks were on vacation for a few weeks, and she wanted to surprise them by fixing up the yard for them. I quickly offered to help her out since I lived across the street. She became very happy and we walked through the store picking out a few more plants for her. We left the store, and I told her that I would see her on sat morning. Sat couldn't come quick enough for me, as I was very excited to be working with her on the garden. After all, she would be bending over all day and I could get a few free peeks down that shirt and I could stare at that ass all day.

It was finally sat morning, and I headed outside to get the tools that I needed to go over and help her out across the street. As I was in my truck getting what I needed, I heard someone yell to me and when I looked over, I saw her coming outside to work. She was wearing a pair of tight spandex pants, with a t-shirt that was decently tight. My dick rose to attention right away, at the sight of her ass in those pants. I wanted that ass very badly, and all I could think about was that video that I had seen with her fucking her man.

I went over to her and told her what the plan was and we quickly got to work. As the day progressed, I found it very hard to hide my stiff cock, from looking at her ass all day. She was so fucking good looking, and had all the curves in the right places. I then decided to get a little personal, and played dumb b asking her what video she had been talking about the other day. I wanted to see were this would lead to, and much to my surprise, she began telling me about it. She told me how he had hidden the camera in the room and taped the whole thing without her knowledge, and then when she left him, he put it on his website. I mumbled to myself that he was a lucky guy, and she kind of heard me but didn't get much into it.

I asked her if it would be a problem with going to see the video, just to see what she would say and she again surprised me by telling me that if I did a good enough job, she might let me watch it. I laughed it off and we kept working through the rest of the day.

It was close to four o'clock and the sun was shining down on us, when she said she was hot and decided to take off her t-shirt. Talk about wanted to cum right there, as she was wearing a sports bra and boy was it tight. It struggled to hold those tities in place, as they popped out the top. I tried not to let her see me looking at them, but the best views would come whenever she would bend over. We worked for another hour or so, until we had the entire job completed and we cleaned up our mess.

I loaded all my stuff into the truck, and walked back over to her garden as she came back outside with a cold coke. We walked around, admiring our work that we had just done and chatted for a bit. She then asked me how much I wanted for the work, and I told her to just reimburse me for the plants. She began to argue with me about paying me for my work, and I told her that we could call it even if she let me watch that video with her. She thought about it for a min and said fine. I was shocked as hell at this because I sure didn't expect her to say that. We finished up what we were doing and headed into her house.

Once inside, she took me to her bedroom, which was in back of the house. I sat on the bed as she walked around doing a few things. I expected her to put the computer on so that we could watch the video, but she did something that surprised me even more.

She walked over to me and told me that I wasn't going to be watching any videos today. I was kind of pissed off with that until she said that instead, we would be making one of out own. My cock sprang to attention immediately and my eyes opened real wide. I thought she was kidding until she went into her closet and pulled out a camcorder and the tripod. She set them up near the corner of her room so that she could catch the whole bed from the side. I thought I was having another dream, until she had it ready to go and walked towards me with a big smile.

She looked me in the eye and told me that she had seen me checking her out all day and asked me if I liked her tities. I told her that I loved them and she took her top off, letting them loose. I reached for them quickly, and she straddled my lap. Her tits were right in my face, and I began to suck on each one, licking each nipple one at a time until they were extremely hard. She then slid my shirt off, and pushed me back onto the bed. I just lay there as she slid my shorts off, and then my boxers.

My cock stood at attention, as she began to leave a trail of kisses down my neck, working her way down to my cock. Once she got to my cock, she slowly kissed the tip of my cock and began to lick it all the way down to my balls. She then sucked on each one of my balls for a bit as I just laid back and enjoyed. The best part was that this was all being recorded for me to watch later.

She then worked her way back up to the tip of my cock and began to take the tip into her mouth. Slowly, she took my entire cock down her throat and began to bob up and down on it, make these little slurping noises as she did it. This was the best blowjob I had gotten in a while. She sucked away on my cock and I soon began to feel my balls tightening. I new I was gonna blow a huge load so I just placed my hand on her head and she pumped a bit faster as I began to shoot wave after wave of hot cum down her throat.

She swallowed every drop of cum that I had to offer, and the released my cock from her mouth. I rolled her over and began to strip her pants off, and I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy looked great and it was waiting for my again throbbing cock. I just spread her legs, and placed the tip of my cock at her opening. Slowly, I began inserting my cock into her until I got the entire thing inside of her. She was reasonably tight, and I began to slide it in and out of her in a slow motion. She just closed her eyes and began to moan as I placed her legs up on my shoulders.

I was pumping in and out of her as she screamed for me to fuck her harder and harder. I just kept pumping her up as she had a huge orgasm. Her juices flowed all over my wet shaft as it pounded into her pussy. Within a few min, I was once again filling her with cum. I loaded her pussy with my hot cum as she collapsed back onto the bed.

I lay down on top of her, as we caught our breaths. She asked me if I was enjoying myself, and I just smiled. She then told me that we had a good six hours left on that tape and that we shouldn't let it go to waist. Hey I wasn't one to argue with that. We spent the next several hours fucking and sucking each other...

Mr Dresden's promotion

Mr Dresden's promotion [part 5 of 7]
By: Stark (samlhake@yahoo.com)

Hannah was finishing her shift of cleaning for Mr Dresden. The next 2 days she was going to be his assistant in the office. She could not wait. She loved being close to him. She there would be work to do but she hoped that she would get a break or 2.

Mr Dresden came down from his office and said can you work over tonight. She replied sure I can. Well lets go up stairs and get started. She followed him up to the office. When he walked past the office to a spare room she wondered what he was up to.

He opened the door and said, "I need you to find several items of clothing to wear you will be going with me out of town on my business trips as often as you can."

He pulled her close and said I need you all the time and it is torture when you are not close enough to hold.

She giggled and walked over to the bed where everything was laid out. Mr Dresden stood there and watched and she picked things up and looked at them. Do you want me to model them for you? Of course why do you think I am still standing here? he grinned as he spoke.

As she pulled her uniform off he sat down in a chair. She heard him sigh as her large breast fell out of the top. No bra? he questioned. Nope the uniform keeps them right where I want them she grinned slyly. No Panties? No I did not bother putting them on after our bathroom release. She bent over to pull a skirt on and found a silk blouse. and buttoned it most of the way. Leaving enough of a view for Mr Dresden but not enough to turn to many heads. Her skirt hugged her curves and had a slit at the side that stopped almost at the top of her thigh.

She turned, "Well is this ok?

"Oh yes," he replied.

She noticed that his hand was twirling around on his thigh. She grinned at him.

She found a little black dress to wear to a cocktail party. She smiled at the thought of that word Cock and tail where some of her favorites. She slid out of the skirt and turned to face Mr Dresden and she undid her buttons and exposed one breast at a time to him She was sure he moaned slightly.

She pulled the dress over her head and zipped it up. It showed of her full cleavage nicely. and clung to all her curves there was a slit in the front middle of the dress that almost did not stop. when she sat down and slightly spread her legs he had full view of her pussy.

"Ohhhh," he groaned. By now he had unzipped his pants and his cock was standing at attention. His hand grasped it as she showed of her pussy to him.

He stood and came over to her his pants falling to the floor. "Let me help you," he said.

He unzipped her and let the dress fall to the floor. She turned to face him he grabbed a hand full of titty and bent his head to it and suckled at her titty. Leaving bighickeys she moaned softly. He laid her back on the bed and kissed down her stomach to her waiting pussy. he began to kiss and lick her till she was squirming and tensing her legs. He knew she was close. He slid his fingers into her wet hole and that sent her over the edge. She cried out in pleasure.

She pushed him up and over onto his back. His cock standing at perfect attention she lowered herself onto him both moaning as he filled her completely. She began to rock back and forth while holding her titties. He reached for her pleasure spot and began stroking as she rode. she wanted to cum with him inside her. She could tell he was close She was almost there she felt his cock start to shoot into her at the same moment that pushed her over the edge. She slammed into him whimpering and crying out his name.

As they lay there panting their parts twitching in pleasure. She knew she was going to love being his personal assistant.

Study break - Part 2

Study break - Part 2 [part 2 of 4]
By: luvbikinis (MaineWriter@yahoo.com)

It was later in the week after Lisa and Jen helped me study that Christy and her parents came into the restaurant where I waited tables.

"Well hey there, young man," said her father as I approached the table, my eyes frozen on Christy in her blue summer dress.

"Oh hello Mr. and Mrs. Fletcher. Hello Christy," I said as I pulled out my note pad. Holding it in front of my face, I looked at Christy's brown skin under the spaghetti straps of her dress.

Somehow I made small talk about remembered all the specials even as I looked at the way Christy had pulled her hair back to show her long neck. I made nice with her stepmother, who seemed like she was maybe five years older than Christy.

But Christy said almost nothing, except to order the vegetarian lasagna and remind her father she didn't drink and wasn't old enough to order wine anyway.

We were straight out in the dinner rush that night, but I kept looking over to their table. Christy looked super bored but never seemed to warm up even as I brought over the meal, dessert and the bill.

"It was good to see you, Warren," her father said as he wrote in a pretty decent tip on the credit card slip. "I bet you are going to see more of Christy soon - we are dropping her off to spend the night with your sister."

The shift could not end quickly enough after that, even though I made about $200 for the night.

When I got home my clothes were sweaty and greasy and the house was dark. There was no sound inside - my parents were gone for the weekend and I figured Christy and Erica went out too.

Only after I showered did I look outside and see someone partially in the light by the jacuzzi. I was thinking about taking a swim anyway, so I slipped on my suit and a t-shirt and headed out to the patio.

Only when I got within 10 feet did I see the same long ponytail I had been staring at in the restaurant. It was Christy - but where was Erica?

"Hey," said as I approached the table by the tub. "Where's Erica?"

"Passed out. She was shit-faced when I go here."

"Damn, sorry to hear that. You want me to run you home?"

"Why, you don't want me around either?" That was when I noticed she was in the bikini with blue palm trees and an orange setting sun again - the same one that had me thinking of her and jerking off before Lisa caught me.

"Who says I don't want you around?" I asked as I pulled up a chair and sat next to her. "I just figured you would be bored here with me."

"I don't think Lisa and Jen were bored."

"Oh shit, they told, didn't they."

"They didn't have to, we could hear all of you. Lisa especially, but you were pretty loud, too."

What the hell could I say? I knew I couldn't tell her I was thinking about her when I got it on with two of her friends.

"Look, I've had a long day - I'm gonna soak in the tub," I said, and got up to turn on the jets. "You want to join me?"

"You don't mind?"

I stepped to the edge of the tub - it dropped away from the patio on one side and bordered the pool. "Come on in, it's very relaxing," I said as I settled back.

My view was perfect to see her long athletic frame, curved slightly to soften her angles. She walked over, the orange of her bikini shimmering in the moonlight, and dipped her foot into the water.

Christy stepped into the water and then hunched down, finding a spot across from me. Now all I could see was her neck, but then she couldn't see how hard my cock had gotten.

"So why doesn't anyone want you around?" I asked.

"Oh, I was just being a little silly. I'm mad ?cuz Erica was drunk and my dad and Jenna just about peeled out when they dropped me off. How come you never come outside when we come over?"

"Ummm, it was kinda fun inside this week," I said. "Plus, physics is killing me."

"It sounded like Lisa and Jen killed you too."

I decided what the hell and slid over next to Christy. Our thighs rubbed together, she made no effort to move.

"Ummm, Lisa kinda walked in on me..." I said.

"Walked in on...."

"Yeahhh, while I was jerking... Can I tell you something?"

"Ok..."

"I was thinking of you when she caught me."

I almost expected Christy to smack me and climb out of the tub, but if she had, it would not be the first time my right hand had kept me company for the night.

Instead I felt her slender fingers move up my thigh. Christy tickled my hard shaft through my shorts, moving up and down in a steady motion.

"You mean you got this thing all hard thinking of me? Wouldn't you have liked it better if I made you cum?" In a quick motion, Christy reached inside my shorts. Her thumb and fingers gripped my cock just below the head, tugging at it as she leaned in and kissed me.

I opened my mouth as her tongue sought mine, and my hands caressed her pert breasts. I wanted to fuck her so much, but forced myself to move slowly. I pushed down the halter top to expose her breasts. Breaking our kiss, I leaned down to suck her stiffening nipples.

"Mhhhmmmmmyeahbaby," moaned Christy as I bit each one lightly, then traced with the tip of my tongue. As I licked and sucked, I ran my fingertips over her skin, down under the water. She opened her legs as I probed at her bikini bottoms.

As I played with her nipples, I was moaning into them, Christy kept a grip on my shaft, tugging up and down and then rubbing her palm over the cock head.

"Oh God, I could cum all over your hand," I said.

"Save it for somewhere else," she said, kissing me as I edged my finger into her bikini bottoms.

"I want to taste you, let me lick your pussy," I said.

"I thought you'd never ask," said Christy as she stood up. She reached behind and unclasped her top as I pulled down her bottoms and pushed her back to the edge of the tub.

With long strokes of the tip of my tongue, I worked my way up her thighs to her naked pussy. Then I teased her more, kissing her navel and all around her stomach as her grasped the back of my head.

I moved down through her trimmed muff, sopping from the pool, and kissed her pink pussy lips. Then I attacked them, forcing my tongue into the folds of her pussy as she began quivering.

Christy grabbed my head with both hands, pushing me into her hips as she started bucking. I reached around and gripped her ass as my tongue danced over her.

She began gasping, making small short cries and then one longer one as I felt inside her tight wet pussy with my middle finger.

"Higher," she said as I sought her clit while fingering her. "There, oh God yesss there, ohhh yess make me cum," she cried as my finger and tongue moved in time.

I sucked at her clit as she went over the edge, her juices coating my chin and cheeks. I looked up at her face, her head thrown back, mouth open as her passion consumed her.

Christy bucked once more, hips rubbing against my head, my nose buried in her muff. I leaned back as her orgasm abated, then kissed her pussy once more.

"Was it good for you?" I asked her, looking up as she ran her hands through my hair.

"My God, Jen said you could eat pussy, but she didn't say it was this good. Of course, she said you hadn't fucked her yet, and I want to find out about that too."

I stood up in the tub, and pulled off my shorts. Even when Lisa and Jen were in my room, I don't think my cock was as hard as it got standing naked in the tub with Christy.

I didn't need to guide her hand to me. As she French kissed me, Christy rubbed my cock against her pussy lips. I gave a small thrust, pushing the head inside her tight lips.

I pushed again, filling her more as she spread her legs. I knew standing in the tub was not the ideal position, but I had to feel her pussy.

"Please tell me you are on the pill," I said as I held her hips to get better leverage.

"Oh yesss baby. You can fuck me just like this," she cried out as I pushed deeper inside her.

Christy was tight, but so wet my seven-inch rod moved easily through her. But standing was not the most comfortable position for us, even as felt the velvety grip her pussy had on me.

I pulled out of her, my rod standing straight up in the night air. Without a word, Christy understood. She kissed me again, her tongue pushing into my mouth while she stroked my shaft.

She unfurled a towel on the deck and lay back, breasts jiggling as she pulled me closer to her love hole. My pole plunged inside her as she raised her legs. I held her calves as I began to thrust, trying to ram the head of my cock deeper each time.

Christy's long fingers snaked through her trimmed muff to find her clit, as her hips rose she rubbed it. Looking down, I could see the tan line of her bikini, the lighter shade of skin where it covered her small breasts and firm hips.

"C'mon baby, fuck me, fuck me," she said as she squirmed below me. I put her long legs over my shoulder and did just that.

I could feel her getting ready to cum again, I knew I was not far behind. I pulled back, pushing inside her just past the head of my rod for about five strokes.

"Don't tease me, fuck me," Christy called out, her hands bunching the towel behind her head.

With that I rammed my cock home, filling her as I pressed my palms over her titties.

"That's it, ohhhyeahhhhhhhhh," she moaned, flopping as her orgasm raged.

Then I felt the cum surging inside me, a wave that was going to engulf us.

"Christy, I'm gonna cum, where do you want my cum?" I yelled.

"Fuck my pussy, cum in me," she wailed as the first shot exploded from me. The first two spurts made me roar as I filled her. For the third, I pulled out, jerking my cock and aiming towards her breasts.

My cum landed on her stomach and near her right nipple as she leaned up to watch me. After the shots on her skin, the last dribbled into her muff. I leaned down for another kiss, smearing my cum over her skin and mine.

Then I crawled out of the tub, moving in beside her as we caught our breath.

"I am so glad Erica got shit-faced," I said as I nuzzled closer to Christy.

She held my hand as I cupped her breast.

"Yeah, but she may hate me for giving her all that vodka," she said.

Lapdance

Lapdance
By: Phaedra (lyoness123@yahoo.com)

It's All Good Sex

This crystal ball of mine is getting quite a work out of late, and you seem to be it's favorite subject. I'm not surprised because I find you fascinating and very sexy, too. Today I saw you were under the kitchen sink and there seemed to be water everywhere with more running onto the floor every moment. Cursing (don't curse, Babe, it's not nice), you hurry past me to turn off the main water faucet. When you come back into the house you call our neighbor who is a plumber, and I might add, your best friend and drinking buddy, and he promises to come over in a little while.

I'm so glad that you have decided to call someone who can fix the leak without making a bigger mess than we already have. You go out to the garage and get the mop to help with sopping up all the water that is on the floor, and this comes as a surprise to me because you seem to be in such a big hurry to get it mopped up. After you have taken the mops and the pail out to the garage, you come back into the kitchen and scoop me up into your arms. As you nibble my neck and carry me to our bedroom I remind you that Robert, our neighbor will be coming over to fix the sink so maybe we should wait until he's finished. You tell me that the front door is open and he already knows he can just come in and get to work on the sink. I whisper in your ear telling you what a clever man you are and kiss you.

Once in our bedroom you close the door but leave it open just a crack so you can hear Robert when he comes in. Standing me in the middle of the room, you walk to the stereo and turn on some music, then you sit on the bed and tell me you would love me to strip for you. I know you love it when I strip and you also know that there is nothing I won't do to please you, so I undo the clip holding my hair up, and shaking my head the dark tresses cascade to my shoulders. My hands are above my head and my hips begin to sway to the music. I turn in slow circles and as I turn I begun to undo the buttons in my blouse, one by one until they are opened all the way to my waist ,and you can see my large, firm breasts barely confined in my black lace bra. My hands are on your thighs and I'm bent over you so my cleavage dangles and sways in front of your face and you reach to touch them I back away and tell you that surely the bouncer will throw you out if you touch the dancer. A smile crosses your face and you nod your head, because you like this game of stripper and customer. As my hips continue to sway, I slip my blouse over my shoulders and allow it to fall to the floor and kick it aside. Reaching around the back of my waist I unzip my skirt, and then placing my hands on the sides of my breasts, I push them together . My head bends down toward them and my tongue flicks between my cleavage, and my eyes are looking right into yours. The motion of my hips has allowed my skirt to fall around my ankles and after stepping out of it I kick it toward where my blouse lies on the floor. With my hands pressed above the back of my head I turn around and turn my back to you and bend over , giving you a startling view of my behind which is all but bare because of the black thong I wear. As I wiggle, bent over in front of you, I can feel your hand touch one of my cheeks. Standing and turning toward you I remind you of the bouncer again and your hand returns to your lap. Hips swaying in circles now, like small thrusts, I reach behind my back and release the clip from by bra, just catch it in front before it falls to reveal my breasts. Slowly I reveal first one luscious breast and then the other and the bra joins the skirt and blouse on the floor. Looking at my nipples I see they are hard and I pinch them and roll them between my fingers and my thumbs for a few moments and realize that I'm getting wet, which makes me all the hotter. Lifting one breast to my mouth, I lick my nipple a few times and then clamp down on it and suck on my self. You are so turned on by this and you see the wet spot forming low on my thong. I switch breasts and suck my other nipple, my eyes closed as I enjoy my own sucking. When I stop playing with my breasts I realize my hips are more thrusting than swaying and I move toward you knowing that I need a lap dance and so do you. Facing you I sit on your lap and turn so I can wrap my legs around your waist and then I begin to very slowly move my hips back and forth, rubbing myself against the hardness inside your shorts. It feels so good for me and I know it's pleasurable for you, too. My hands are on my head, fingers caressing my hair and because of that my breasts are jutting there in front of you. Your teeth clamp down hard on one of my nipples and I cry out from the pure please of it. As your other hand kneads my other breast my thrusts come harder and faster and I cum with a low sound in my throat, but wanting more I continue thrusting and rubbing against you and as I cum again I feel you tense, stiffen and shudder as you cum, too. When you have finished you bury your head in my shoulder and I wrap my arms around you and whisper that I love you. Still catching your breath, you nod in agreement.

The music had stopped long ago and in the silence I heard a moan that seemed to come from our bedroom door. Then I remembered Robert. I looked at you and you were smiling. Smiling! After I had scrambled off your lap I grabbed my blouse off the floor and covered myself with it as best I could as you walk to the door and opened it the rest of the way. In the doorway was Robert, quickly trying to close his pants with fingers obviously coated with the results of his climax. I was so angry because you had obviously planned for him to watch us and didn't tell me. After running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me, I came to realize that maybe Robert watching us was actually kind of erotic.