Bedtime Stories: Handcuffs Anyone?

Handcuffs Anyone?

by papaya_lynne©

My fantasy the other night (about you and I, my bed and your cuffs) was us celebrating the success of my vow by ordering in dinner and watching a movie…and then you asking if you could kiss me.

You said it would just be a kiss…but knowing myself I knew when I agreed to the kiss it would be a lot more than just a kiss.

We started making out on the couch and when I could pull myself away from you to come up for some air I practically dragged you into my room.

Once we were in my room I practically tore your clothes off you and began kissing, licking and touching your shoulders, chest, stomach and then slowly rubbed my cheek against your hard cock before I took it in my hand and began tracing my fingers and nails lightly up and down the length of it.

I handcuffed your hands to the bed so you couldn't interfere while I played and held your cock in my hand and started with quick licks with the tip of my tongue all over your cock before taking the head into my mouth and began slowly licking and sucking your cock deeper into my mouth.

I sucked, licked and stroked your cock and balls for as long as I could before I felt like I was about to explode and then I collapsed on the bed beside you (keep in mind you never got to cum).

I unchained you and pulled your mouth down to mine and kissed you long and hard before pulling away and whispering to you in a voice thick and heavy with lust, "Promise me that no matter what I say, no matter how much I beg, no sex tonight, no actual intercourse." You kissed me back softly and agreed, then began kissing your way down to my breasts to suck on my nipples, sucking hard when I asked you too and giving light little flicks with your tongue when they got too sensitive.

You abandoned my body long enough to handcuff my hands to the bed, since now it was your turn to play and you didn't want me interfering.

Then you moved down my body to my now soaking pussy and began licking my clit ever so slowly. I begged for you to lick me faster, harder but deep inside you knew what I really needed was a big release and you were more than willing to help me build up to that big release by teasing my clit with your tongue. Licking in slow, lazy circles, pulling away and then giving surprising quick little licks, abandoning my clit to shove your tongue deep inside my pussy and drive me insane with pleasure and need.

When I couldn't take it any more I begged for something inside me while you licked my clit so slowly. Keeping to your promise you easily slipped one, then two, then three fingers deep into my pussy and began licking my clit ever so slowly again. You just held your fingers there, deep inside me, while you began licking my clit faster and faster and then just as I was on the brink of orgasm you pulled your mouth from my clit and moved up my body.

With your fingers still deep inside my pussy you kissed me deep and long, letting me taste my pussy on your lips and tongue, making me ache even more to cum. Your fingers were still inside me and I was on the verge of exploding if I didn't cum soon. I pulled away from your mouth and begged for you to fuck me…to make me cum over and over again.

You moved back down to my pussy and began licking my clit with abandon, shoving your fingers deep into my aching pussy. I came hard and fast, my body lifting off the bed with the intensity of the orgasms, scream after scream tearing from my lips because as soon as one orgasm ended another started.

When I was exhausted from cumming over and over again I begged you off me and you moved up my body to uncuff me.

You kissed me long, slow and deep and I could taste my cum on your lips and tongue and found myself full of passion and desire again. I moved my hand between our bodies and found your cock painfully hard and wet with your own precum.

I began stroking your cock slowly as we kissed, until you pulled away from my mouth and let out a low moan, which elicited a moan of my own.

You smiled at me, that knowing smile men get when they know they've done something to arouse a woman and they are pleased with themselves for it…and it only turned me on more.

You saw the desire in my eyes and let me stroke your cock ever so slowly as you moved your mouth down to suck on my nipples, causing me to moan again.

As I slowly stroked your cock and you eagerly sucked at my hard nipples your hand moved ever lower until it found my soaked, raw, recently finger fucked raw pussy. You found my clit and I jumped from the sensation. You began ever so slowly again, teasing my clit, barely touching, while your mouth worked wonders on my nipples.

I was growing closer and closer to cuming by the second and ached to feel your cock in my mouth again.

I pulled your mouth from my nipple and moved our bodies so that your fingers could stay playing with my clit while I brought your throbbing cock into my mouth.

Your fingers teasing my clit, driving me insane with pleasure, my mouth drinking your cock in deeper and deeper, my hands all over your body, both of us moaning, both of us so very close…then you moan that your about to cum and it sends me over the edge, my body convulsing as another intense orgasm rips through my body.

My orgasm sets you off and you try to pull away from my mouth so you can cum, but my hand moves behind you to press you deeper into my mouth as you cum.

I feel you cum in my mouth; roll it around with my tongue before swallowing it and collapsing on the bed. You collapse beside me and we lay there, panting, exhausted and spent...enjoying the afterglow.

So…what did you think of my fantasy?

Bedtime Stories: Blowing his Mind

Blowing his Mind

by AfroerotiK©

The beauty of our relationship is the perfect balance we've achieved. He cooks, I clean. He can invite the boys over to play Madden football and never hear a peep out of me. I can host my book club every month without any hassle. He'll even make us a fabulous lunch to boot. We work together, play together, pray together, and our sex life is out of this world.

We were sitting back, watching TV like any ordinary evening and I decided that I wanted to step things up a notch. "Sweetie, would you like another glass of wine," I asked, knowing full well that it was something else entirely I had in mind to drink. He kissed me on my neck and said, "Thanks babe," as I wiggled out of his arms and headed for the kitchen. I took a little detour and headed for the bedroom for a change of wardrobe. When I came back, I stood directly in front of the TV with a simple, elegant red silk nightie and matching heels.

He reached for the remote and clicked the TV off, leaving us bathed in the light of a single white candle. I took his strong hand in mine and pulled him to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed as he filled his hands with the fullness of my ass. I kissed my way down his neck and across his shoulders. For a brief moment, he tried to head us toward the bedroom but I would have no such thing. I stopped him right there and knelt in front of him.

Kneeling before him, I pulled the string to his sweats and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. His dick was already starting to get engorged and throb. Softly, gently, I took it in my hands and brought the head to my mouth. I felt his hands caress my head and shoulders as I surveyed my prize. Teasingly, I let my tongue tenderly touch the slit, sending shivers down his spine. I rolled his balls around in my fingers and began to explore his growing erection further with my tongue.

From base to head, I licked. I used my mouth to explore every millimeter of his thickening tool until he was as hard as a rock and ready for more. When I placed the head in my mouth, I heard him let out a gentle moan. My objective was for him to let out quite a bit more than a moan so I continued to pleasure him with my mouth and tongue. I slid my soft, full lips down his shaft and back again, looking up at him with a wink. I could feel his knees buckle just a bit as I did it once more, this time, just a bit harder. I wanted to let him know exactly who was in control.

His precum was leaking and he kept saying, "Oh shit, don't stop, that feels so good" so I knew he was ready for everything I had to give. I took his dick in my mouth and swallowed him whole, the head of his dick deep in my throat. I grabbed his ass just as he tried to push me away. He never wants to cum before me so his instinct is always to make me stop before he nuts. Grabbing the base of his thickness, I looked up at him and I said, "Cum in my mouth."

I really shouldn't have been so cruel because I know all his triggers and every time I he would get close to eruption, I would stop. I sucked his dick, licked it, I swallowed it and begged for more. The room filled with his chanting and moaning and the sounds of my sloppy, wet blowjob. I lowered the straps of my lingerie and he filled his hands with my full breasts, kneading them and softly pinching my hardened nipples. I moaned around his dick and slid my finger between my moist folds of my pussy to give him a little taste. For a brief moment, he sucked my finger like I was sucking his dick.

I knew it wouldn't be long so I used every trick in the book I had. I licked, I sucked, I licked some more. "Come on baby, give it to me. Shoot your hot cum in my mouth. Mmmm, let me taste it. Come on baby, fuck my mouth." I deep throated his dick and pushed against his spot and he exploded in my mouth, falling back on the sofa out of pure exhaustion, whimpering like a baby, satisfied like a man.

Bedtime Stories: OMG!

OMG

by KAJE©

During his lunch hour Craig had to make a quick trip over to the HR department to drop off a form. The HR department occupies a building about a quarter of a mile from the building in which Craig works.

After dropping the form off with HR, Craig rides the elevator down to the first floor. For the elevator ride down to the first floor Craig is joined by two men who are busy texting away on their phones. Craig allows them to get off the elevator first. He shakes his head as he watches them continue to text while walking off the elevator.

Craig is still shaking his head as he begins to step off the elevator. As he does he comes within inches of colliding with Ruth. Luckily Craig is able to stop in his tracks before colliding with what he now sees is a gorgeous woman standing in front of him.

Craig smiles, steps aside and begins to walk away from the elevator. As he does Craig says quietly to himself, “oh my god, I would love to make her scream.”

Craig then hears a female voice say, “excuse me, what did you say?”

He turns to Ruth who is walking alongside him. She must have changed her mind and decided not to get on the elevator. And it appears that she heard what he just muttered to himself.

Craig plays dumb. “What?”

“What did you just say?” Ruth asks.

“Nothing. I didn’t even know you were there. I didn’t say anything to you”, says Craig.

“I know you didn’t say anything to me. But you definitely said something about me”, Ruth responds.

Craig opens his mouth intending to continue his act of ignorance, but instead says, “I am very sorry. That was inappropriate of me to say. I didn’t realize you were near me. I was taken aback by you and blurted out like an idiot. Please accept my apology”, he says.

“What do you mean you were taken aback by me?” asks Ruth.

“I was focused on the techno geeks who were in the elevator with me. As a result I was not paying attention and I nearly ran into you. And then when I looked up I was stunned by how amazingly beautiful you are. And then I blurted out something inappropriate”, says Craig.

“Yes, I think you said, “oh my god, I would love to make her scream”. Did I hear you correctly? Is that what you said?” asks Ruth.

Craig doesn’t respond. He merely blushes and nods his head. Suddenly he realizes that this woman could be someone in the HR department and that he could be in serious trouble.

“You need to come with me”, Ruth says to Craig.

Not knowing what he has gotten himself into Craig follows her. Ruth leads Craig down a hallway adjacent to the elevator to a room that is marked “Conference”. She keys in a code to the touchpad lock and opens the door. Ruth then steps aside and allows Craig to enter the room first.

Ruth enters the room behind him. She is standing next to the light switch, but makes no attempt to turn on the light. The room is only lit by the light coming in from the hallway.

“Show me”, says Ruth.

“Excuse me. Show you what?” asks Craig.

“Show me that you can make me scream”, she says. Ruth then closes the door behind her as she steps toward Craig.

The room becomes totally dark except for the little slice of light underneath the door. However, that is enough light that Craig can still see how stunningly beautiful Ruth she is as she approaches him.

Craig pauses for a few seconds and then leans forward and lightly kisses her on the lips. He then takes her by the waist and lifts her up onto the table. Craig then helps her lay back. Ruth is now lying on her back on the table with her lower legs hanging over the end of the table.

Craig pulls a chair up to the table and sits down at the head of the long conference table. He positions himself between Ruth’s legs. He then takes hold of each of her ankles and rests them on the arms of the chair he is sitting in.

Craig then slides his hand up each of her bare legs. He massages her calves on his way upward. He then moves over her thighs as his hands continue their journey upward.

Craig takes hold of the edge of her skirt as his hands pass under it. He then pushes the front of her skirt up over her hips. The rear of her skirt remains underneath her ass. Craig’s fingers then hook each side of her lace panties and he begins to smoothly pull them down her legs.

She lifts her feet as Craig pulls the panties over each of her high heels. Ruth has been staring into Craig’s eyes the whole time and watches closely as he raises the panties to his nose and breathes in. Craig then slides the panties into his right pants pocket.

Craig then moves his hands to the sides of Ruth’s hips and begins moving her toward him. With her skirt underneath her ass on this freshly polished conference table Ruth glides as if she were on ice. Craig slides her up to the edge of the table so that the skirt underneath her ass hangs over the side. He replaces her feet on the arms of the chair. Her hips are at the very edge of the table right in front of his face.

Craig takes the tips of his index and middle finger from his left hand and lightly runs them through the small patch of closely trimmed pubic hair directly above her lips. He then slides those two fingers downward. Craig separates his fingers so that they go to the outside edge of her lips. His fingers barely touches her lips as he traces the outline of her pussy.

Craig’s fingers come together when he reaches the bottom. He then continues downward with those two fingers slicing between her amazingly tight ass cheeks. Craig feels Ruth jump slightly when one of his finger tips touch her asshole. Craig smiles to himself as the thought of entering her ass with something much more substantial than his finger crosses his mind.

Craig then lowers his mouth and moves his tongue to her skin. Craig’s tongue follows the path that his fingers just traced. He moves down the right side or her pussy until he reaches the space between her pussy and her ass. Craig then rubs his tongue over this space. In response Ruth arches her back and lifts her ass up slightly.

Craig then moves his tongue up the other side until her reaches her clit. He then uses his index finger and thumb from his left hand to reveal her clit. Then Craig slowly moves his tongue in a counterclockwise circle around her clit.

As his tongue circles her clit Craig for the first time hears a noise come from her. He is not sure whether it was a gasp or a sigh. However, either way it is clear to him that the noise represents pleasure.

Craig moves his tongue back down the right side. This time he uses his tongue to separate her outer lip. He moves more slowly as his tongue gently moves from side to side across the surface of her exposed right lip.

When he reaches the space between her pussy and ass, Craig once again pauses to run his tongue repeatedly over this area. He then begins to move back up the left side. As he does he parts the left lip the same way that he did the right lip. He also moves his tongue from side to side across the surface of the left lip.

As Craig’s tongue reaches the top he once again uses the thumb and index finger from his right hand to expose her clit. Just as he did before Craig moves his tongue around her clit in a counterclockwise motion. Although this time he circles her clit twice.

Now Craig slides the tip of his tongue down the middle of her lips. Craig applies a little pressure against her opening but makes no attempt to press his tongue inside.

After running his tongue over the space between her pussy and ass Craig once again moves upward. This time he adds even more pressure from the tip of his tongue. As he moves over her opening the tip of his tongue slightly penetrates Ruth. Craig hears another noise from her. This one is unmistakably a gasp. He smiles as he continues to move upward.

As Craig circles her clit three times he hears Ruth begins to pant. He knows she is ablaze from the touch of his tongue. He knows she won’t last much longer.

Craig moves his tongue back down. This time he uses the flat surface of his tongue to lick her all the way down. He then starts back up again licking her with the wide portion of his tongue. When he reaches her opening Craig presses his tongue deeply inside Ruth.

Ruth nearly comes off the table. She grabs the sides of the table and arches her back even higher. She then lifts her right leg off the arm of the chair and wraps it around the back of Craig’s head. As she does Craig continues to penetrate her with his full tongue.

Craig withdraws his tongue and moves back upward. As he finds Ruth’s clit again Craig slides the index finger and middle finger from his right hand all the way into her. She can take no more. She slaps the table with both her hands as an enormous tremor of orgasm begins to overtake her. As Craig repeatedly slides his two fingers deeply in and out of her, Ruth begins to scream, “oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD….”

After leaving the conference room Craig and Ruth walk silently toward the elevators. As they reach the elevators the doors to an elevator opens. Craig turns and looks at Ruth. She moves to the opening door and holds her hand against it to keep it from closing. She then steps into the elevator and moves her hand thereby allowing the door to start to close. Craig opens his mouth to speak but the door closes before he has a chance to ask her name.

As Craig turns and begins walking away he puts his right hand in his pants pocket. Craig smiles broadly as he pulls out Ruth's lace panties.

Bedtime Stories: Night Shift

Night Shift

by phoenix1810©

She sat at her desk at work, bored to tears. It was her first midnight shift at the inbound call centre and she had quickly realized why no one ever enthusiastically volunteered to work this time slot. A co-worker had just informed her that only two or three calls per employee came in each night. She silently cursed herself for not bringing a book or one of those Sudoku puzzles everyone was buzzing about. She fidgeted with the items on her desk, arranging her pens and other office supplies into a neat row. 

She had only recently started working at the centre, as a means of escaping the retail hell she had previously been tied to for employment. She was thrilled to finally have a desk to herself and to be able to wear all of the cute business suits she had acquired over the years. She looked particularly good this evening, her short skirt accentuating her long legs and hugging her curves in all the right places. The camisole and jacket she wore highlighted the fullness of her firm breasts, and her dark brown hair framed her delicate face. 

Eventually she got bored of arranging her desk and began to look around the office. Besides the co-worker that had told her about the lack of work on the midnight shift, there weren't too many other people around. Then she noticed someone sitting at a desk in the corner of the centre nearest to her. It was hard to tell from a distance, but he appeared to be quite good-looking. He must have felt her staring at him because he turned around suddenly and looked at her. He was gorgeous. Dark with soulful eyes, he was classically handsome. His full, delicious lips broke into an amazing smile. She flashed a smile back at him, feeling the wetness between her legs intensify. Who was this attractive, sexual man? 

* * * * * * * *

He found himself staring at a beautiful woman. Working another boring midnight shift, he had suddenly felt as though someone was looking at him. He had turned around to see what he assumed was one of the newly hired employees. She was striking. He longed to run his hands through her hair or underneath the short black skirt she wore. She had that curvy shape that he loved on women and he felt himself begin to stir at the thought of touching her naked body. He shook his head and looked away from her. Inter-office sexcapades were a big no-no. Still, he couldn't help but wonder...

* * * * * * * *

She found herself overtaken with longing for this intense man. She wondered if it would be wrong to try to initiate some sort of a sexual encounter with him. It had been so long since she had gotten a good fucking, the kind of fucking that a guy like this one looked more than able to provide. With a sudden burst of confidence, she inconspicuously slipped her panties off underneath the desk and slipped them into an envelope with a note. She walked by his desk and dropped the package in his lap. She winked at him and walked away. Now it would be up to him...

* * * * * * * *

He starred after the woman in disbelief. He picked up the envelope from his lap and peeked inside. He grew hard instantly when he saw that the envelope contained her lacy black thong. It was as though she had read his mind. He noticed that there was a note as well:

Bored on the job? Meet me in the women's washroom by the lounge and I 

can guarantee that your night will be anything but dull...

He gulped. Was this beautiful woman really offering him sex at work? He had never done something so risky before, but it had always been a secret fantasy of his. Ah, what the hell, he thought. He got up and casually walked to the lounge area. No one was around as he slipped into the women's washroom. He found her there, a sensual smile forming on her soft pink lips as he entered the room. He stood there, motionless except for his huge cock which was throbbing in anticipation of fucking her. She walked up to him and reached behind him to lock the door to the restroom. She pressed close to him as she did so, groping his package with her free hand. He groaned.

"I'm..." he started to say as she cut him off with a hard kiss. This woman meant business!

* * * * * * *

She couldn't believe she was being so bold. There was something about this guy, though. She needed to feel him inside of her. She had grabbed him as she locked the bathroom door behind them and the grope had confirmed her suspicions. His dick was long and thick and harder than a rock for her tight, wet pussy. She felt like a dirty little slut and loved it. Shoving him against the wall, she began kissing him even harder as he ran his hands through her hair. She pressed her huge breasts against his firm chest and kneaded his ass with her hands. He began to kiss and nibble her neck. She moaned with pleasure, digging her nails into his back. She quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began to lick and suck on his nipples while he touched her longingly...

* * * * * * *

He was overwhelmed. This sexy slut was sure doing a number on him. Everything she was doing to him was turning him on intensely. He gasped for air as she undid his pants expertly and pulled out his thick cock. She wrapped her lips around its swollen head and teased it with her tongue. It was almost too much to handle. He grabbed her hair as she took his cock all the way into her wet, warm mouth and fondled his balls. She pumped his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. He felt as though he might explode. She looked up at him with eyes that said, "Fuck me now!" He pulled her off his cock and grabbed her breasts as she moaned in ecstasy. He hiked up her skirt and pushed his pants down to his ankles. Pressing her up against the wall, he drove his cock into her. She stifled a scream of pleasure as he savored the feeling of her hot, wet tightness around his huge member...

* * * * * * * *

She felt herself on the brink of a powerful orgasm. The feeling of this guy's hard dick her pussy was like nothing she had ever felt before. He pumped her hard and called her his dirty little slut, which only made her hornier. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt as he fucked the hell out of her. 

"I'm going to come!" she screamed, as he pushed her over the edge and she exploded. He continued to fuck her with strong, hard thrusts for a few more seconds before he shot a huge load of cum into her sopping wet pussy. 

They leaned against the wall as they caught their breath afterwards, eyes glittering with satisfaction. They put their clothes back on and exited the restroom quietly.

As he winked at her and walked away, she thought to herself that midnight shifts at work weren't so bad after all.

Bedtime Stories: In The Heat

In The Heat

taken from Shades of Love

The heat was unforgiving that evening.  The sun dangled in the sky almost refusing to descend, refusing to set.  It’s 7:45, and the thermometer reads 92.  I’m not sure if that heat-wave broke a record today, but that day heat certainly broken me.  My hair stuck to the nape of my neck, like wet silk, while beads of sweat ran slowly down my forehead, stinging my eyes. 

After thirty minutes or so, the sun had finally lost all its fight and was setting upon the horizon, transforming the skies into delicate pastels of purple and pink hues. I sat on the porch steps looking out over the beach, and all its seclusion, grateful for the evening’s relief. This was my evening ritual, to watch the sunset and enjoy the soothing tones of the oceans serenade.  A shy wind began to gently pick up from the west, cooling my brow and forcing a smile.  I opened my legs to let the cool breeze blow up my cotton dress, and quench the stickiness between my legs, with hopes of pacifying that building yearning feeling of horniness that often comes with sweat and heat.

Tye wasn’t due back to the beach house for another week, which meant I was alone, and at the moment, feeling very sexually repressed.  While the breeze teased my sensations, I drifted in thought about the way Tye touched me in just he right places, the way he made me tingle with excitement when he said my name.

Hmmm… I’m starting to feel aroused. I’ll knew I’d never last the night like this.

I got up and headed to the bedroom. The house had somewhat cooled with the smooth flowing ocean breeze.  It felt good, but it was still stifling.  Inside the bedroom was even hotter; I guess I’ll have to do this on the porch.  Well, what’s the sense in having a private beach if I can’t enjoy it? I reached into the bottom drawer of my nightstand, and pulled out my little friend “Dexter”. Dexter satisfied my sexual desires on those lonely nights when Tye was away.  I turned him on to test the batteries.  The whine of the motor made me smile, thinking of a battery commercial.

They keep going, and going, and going…

Heading back to the porch steps, I carefully surveyed the area for trespassers; nothing but quiet sand and the tall grass dancing in the wind.  Perfect.

 I got comfortable in my chair as I turned on Dexter, and straddled my legs against the railing of the porch steps.   Suddenly swept by a feeling of paranoia; I carefully scanned the area again.  Sorry, no shows tonight fella’s.  Feeling that the coast was clear, I felt it was time to let my vibrator do what it was meant to do. I leaned my head so far back I could hardly swallow, and teased my clit until I could feel moisture on the seat cushion. My fingers were drenched in activity, as I moaned without reservation.  Pinching my nipples as hard I could take, as my hips gyrated in the air, making wet sloppy sounds, I buried Dexter deep inside me and grinded it so hard, I thought I would crush it.  I could feel my walls agree with contraction as they vibrated with waves of so much intensity, I could feel the tears run down my cheeks.

Thank god, I’m a woman.

As I collapsed in the chair, with heavy breath after such a workout, entranced in my relief, I was awakened by the sound of a twig snap.  I opened my eyes and tried to focus on the blur shape of a man standing about a yard away, simply watching me.  I hurriedly got up, and almost ran back to the house completely embarrassed.  The man began come closer and into the light.  As he came to vision I could see it was my next door neighbor from the next beach over.  I had often seen him around town when Tye and I went in for supplies.  He always had a smile and something pleasant to say.  To this day, I could not tell you what it was, but in the moon light, that night, he was gorgeous, and instead of going in the house I just stood there.  My god, I was still having orgasms. I could feel the warm sticky cum slowly seeping down my legs.

We just stood there, the three of us; Dexter who was still vibrating, the silent neighbor who was still watching and myself, who was still cummin’. 

I couldn’t take my eyes off him, locked a moment of animalistic heat, and devil may care desire. My clit is literally twitching, and he’s just standing there.  Finally, I guess having mustered his courage; he approached me as I sat on the porch chair, vibrator still in hand. He looked at my vibrator, then at me and smiled.  I smiled a weak smile then opened my mouth to say something; he put his finger to my mouth to quiet me.  My nostril flared at the distinct smell of spit, and fresh cum on his fingers. Now I am completely turned

You naughty boy, you been watching me and jerking off.

Before he could remove finger, I softly rubbed my cheek against it, and found it still moist and sticky.  With one long stroke of my tongue, I licked his finger and savored his remnants. Now self-assured of my invitation, he gently took the vibrator out of my hand, knelt down in front of me and spread my legs.  Then, with expertise he slowly slid Dexter deep between my legs grazing my G-Spot.  I gripped the chair tightly and moaned at my own insanity, as I felt myself flowing in streams and my pussy lips gripped Dexter tighter with each passing thrust.  As his wrist brushed against my inner thighs between thrusts, I could feel my cum totally soaking his wrists. 

Oh my god, six orgasms… I can’t take anymore.

He kept working my Dexter in me, until I could no longer control myself. In frenzy I grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. There is no better orgasm, than one sealed with a kiss.  As my tongue lashed about in his mouth, the feeling of his tongues thickness had me juicier than ever.  I wanted it inside of me. 

As if he had read my mind, he cupped my face with his hands as he pulled away from me.  I assume that he was jerking off, while fingering me, because I smelled my cum on one hand, and his cum on the other.  At last he spread my legs and began to devour me throwing me into hair-pulling ecstasy.  In all my life, I have never had my clit licked so perfectly.  I grabbed his head and suffocated him within me, smearing him with hot cum.  He dove in deeper, and I grinded down hard as hard as I could to push every ounce of cum out and onto his face or into his mouth.  After licking me clean, he began shaking uncontrollably. He arose from me, turned and shot an unbelievably long stream of cum onto the beach. His hands were moving so fast that they were no more than a blur.

When he was done he extended his cum-drenched hand to me, motioning for me to rise from the chair.  He came so hard he literally had cum dripping from his hand.  Before rising, I studied his soaked hand for a moment, and caught one of the drops with my finger before it fell.  He smiled as I tasted his cum’s thick milk-shake like texture and sweet/salty flavor.

We kissed passionately for what seemed like hours, with the roar of the ocean filling our ears with fantasy and passion.  The type of passion you are told about as a teen, you look for as an adult, and long to remember when you’re old. 

All of the sudden the ocean stopped roaring, and there was nothing but a deafening silence and darkness.  I then awakened from my dream and opened my eyes to reveal, that I was still straddled in the chair, and the copper top batteries in Dexter had just died.  Oh well, but that was one hellacious dream.

Keep going, and going… My ass.

I’m glad Tye is coming home early.

Bedtime Story: Attention, Please!

Attention, Please!

by KR©

You are on the phone and I cannot resist. I am drawn to the sound of your voice, just like Peaches-the-cat, and just as predisposed to purr as she is. You are sitting in your chair, staring sightlessly at the computer monitor as you talk.

'Ah, good,' I think, 'its not work-related.' I long to touch you and I do so, running my fingers over your bare shoulders and down your chest.

In response, your fingers clasp my wrist, and squeezing firmly, lift my hand away. Your other hand gestures impatiently, signalling 'leave me alone'. I am miffed by your response, I admit it. I pull my hands away and move around the chair to straddle your legs, trapping them between my own. You give me an intense almost-glare and continue your conversation, your eyes flashing warnings at me. Which I ignore, of course.

I sit on the edge of your desk and prop up one of my legs by placing my foot on the arm of your chair. You shoot me an angry look but your eyes are caught by the sight of me slowly easing the skirt of my sundress up my thigh. I run my fingers along my smooth-shaven legs, up over my knee and then down along the underside of my thigh. My fingers brush the crotch of my panties and I shiver and moan. My nipples are suddenly hard and long, and I can feel a surge of moisture both inside me and around my clit.

You lean back in your chair a bit, easing your hips forward, drawing my eyes to the bulge growing there. Good. I am tempted to drop to my knees and pull you out, but you've pushed me away once and I don't want it to happen again, so I rest my right hand behind me and lean back against it, supporting myself. I run a finger along my panties, massaging my clit through the cloth barrier, trying to push my finger inside me. Very soon, my panties are soaked. I bring my hand up to my pubis and slide my fingers under the cloth, teasing the soft, shaved skin of my mound and labia.

I watch as you swallow hard and close your eyes, then open them again, as if you are afraid to miss something. I press a finger through my labia and give my clit a good flick, which in turn makes me gasp. I cannot help it, I am trying to be quiet, but it feels so good, that electrical shock of pleasure. I slip my hand farther down, running my fingers between my lips, revelling in the wetness. I slip a finger into my hole, just an inch or two, and slip it out, repeating until my hips want to lift off the desk.

I can hear your voice: you are still talking, but your eyes are fastened upon me, upon that cloth-covered part of my body where all the action is taking place. I decide to have pity on you, and I stand up from the edge of the desk and pull my dress over my head. I pitch it over your shoulder to land in a heap a few feet away. I turn around and balance against the desk, stepping out of my panties. They are soaking wet, and as they slide down my thighs they leave a trail of wetness. I step out of them and leave them laying at my feet, thinking about what to do next.

Bending over, I rest my elbow on the desktop and my chin in my hand. I spread my legs wide apart, and making sure you have a good view, I begin to touch myself in earnest. The fingers of my left hand torment my clit, pinching and rolling it and until my hips buck, and then slip down into me, hooking against my bone, making me squirm. Perhaps three minutes pass and I know I am close to coming, and I know, too, that I cannot come quietly, so I back off. 

I can still hear your voice droning but I cannot make out the words, as my own pleasure is buzzing too loudly in my ears. I move my fingers out of my pussy and run them along my ass, giving myself gooseflesh. My fingers are so slick with my juices that I have no trouble moistening the opening there. With my middle finger I tease myself a bit, then slowly push past the ring of muscle to my second knuckle. Carefully, carefully, I slip my finger back and forth, enjoying the frisson of pleasure that this friction provides me. When I have relaxed enough, I try for a second finger, and in less than a minute, both are inside me, moving slowly.

Your tone changes, and I can tell that you are ending your conversation. I can hear you moving in your chair, but I am too wrapped up in the pleasure that I am giving myself to notice more than that. 

Suddenly I feel your hand around my wrist, dragging my fingers out of my ass as you push my wrist upwards, into the small of my back. With your other hand you push me down onto the desk until my breasts are pressed against it, then, guide yourself into my pussy. You shove into me hard, forcing a cry out of me that is echoed by a long, low moan from you. My hipbones are slammed punishingly into the desktop again and again until pleasure starts over-riding pain and my body lengthens. I stand on tiptoe and reach my free hand under me to touch my clit. I grind it pushingly, pushing myself toward orgasm with each pass of my fingers. You continue to pound into me until I come, crying out my pleasure, my back arched and my face red.

You pull out of me so suddenly that I moan in protest. There is a small shift in your stance and then I can feel you pressing against a different hole. Your cock is slick and you push the head through with a sharp shove that brings a gasp from me. I am still quivering from my climax, sensitized as hell, and the pressure of you inside me is intense.

"Slowly," I gasp.

"I was on the phone," you say gruffly in response, and leaning forward, press another half-inch into me.

"Oh please," I beg, tears starting in my eyes, my fingers beginning to work in earnest on my clit again, trying to over-ride the pain-signals with pleasure ones. "Please, go slow."

You back out a bit and push again, forcing your way in another inch or so. We both moan, and I can feel the hand still holding my wrist in place tremble a little. I relax and push back a bit, and that is all the invitation you need to continue working your cock into me. Finally you are all the way inside me. I can feel your balls pressing against my fingers as I massage my clit. I'm breathing hard and fast, and I am whimpering and moaning, but so are you. 

I buck my ass against you a couple of times and you take the hint. You groan deep down in your chest and start to slide in and out of me, picking up speed after a few strokes. Withdrawing almost all the way, you thrust deeply into me, not as roughly as you did when you were in my pussy, but with restrained violence nonetheless. It feels amazingly intense, and soon I feel that peculiar tingle unique to the build-up of an anal orgasm. 

"I'm going to come soon," I warn you, and pinching my clit, begin clenching my muscles around you, milking your cock. I want you to come soon, I need you to come soon. A hard and fast orgasm rises above me like a wave, its curve promising a simultaneous anal and clitoral climax. I can hear myself whimpering and gasping and begging you to come, and I can hear you moaning and gasping in response. A few short, hard strokes and I can feel you tensing behind me, feel that impossible swelling and stiffness that signals orgasm, and then you are coming. 

The sounds that come from you are all I need to push me over, and my muscles clench around you as the pleasure radiates through me, making me cry out, wringing me out, forcing gasps and moans from you as well as a blindingly intense double orgasm rolls through me.

Afterwards, you pull slowly and carefully out of me and help me to stand upright on shaky legs. We walk upstairs to your bed and collapse there, arms and legs entangled, and sleep.

Bedtime Stories: The Secretary

For those who are more visual creatures...

For this week's bedtime story I've chosen a clip from one of my favorite movies, The Secretary.

Enjoy:

Bedtime Stories: Amen

(I'm going to hell for posting this, I just know it lol)

Amen

by coffee © 2008

Janey was never really the religious type, but she'd humor her mother every once in a while and attend church, mainly during major holidays. This Sunday wasn't really a holiday but her mother had somehow conned her into attending because they had some new preacher everybody was all excited about. So instead of going out and shaking her ass Saturday night, she had stayed in and gotten a good night's rest and managed to wake up in time to pick up her mother and get to church before the 11am service started. Once she got a look at Pastor Williams she could see what all the excitement was about... He was fine. Actually, he was the finest preacher she'd ever seen... He was tall, well-built, brown-skinned and handsome, and had a deep, smooth voice that made her panties want to fall off. He had the congregation hanging on his every word, and when he hit the climax of his sermon the old church ladies were dropping like flies. In the row in front of hers, Mother Branson jumped up and started hollering. There weren't enough ushers to hold her down. It was the most excitement Janey’d ever seen at Holy Oak Baptist Church. When the choir started singing she felt overwhelmed by the spirit and was so moved she actually shed a tear or two. Then something strange happened… Pastor Williams had been humming along quietly as the choir sang but then raised the microphone to his lips and began singing, and oh lord could he sing.

“I don't know why….  I have to sigh sometimes,” he sang, his deep baritone filling the church to the rafters.

This put the congregation over the top. People were weeping and swaying, even the ushers were dabbing tears away. When he looked out over the congregation his eyes locked briefly with Janey’s and for a moment she felt like he was singing directly to her alone.

“I don't know why Lord… But I'll find out by and by,” he sang, and that’s when it happened. She had been swaying back and forth in her seat and suddenly discovered that the wonderful feeling she’d assumed was the holy ghost, had somehow turned into something terribly different, and she realized with infinite embarrassment and horror, that every time he glanced her way her pussy was getting wetter and wetter.

“Oh lord,” she whispered.

“Yes Lord!” her mother shouted out gleefully.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and she clutched the hymnal book tightly against her lap. She had always felt easily aroused this time of month, something to do with hormones before her cycle, but she’d never felt anything like this in church.

Pastor Williams started walking down the center aisle between the pews, still singing and rejoicing to the lord. The parishioners reached out to touch him as he walked by, and he stopped to hold Mother Jenkin’s hand for a moment until she collapsed to her knees sobbing. The ushers ran over with smelling salts and stiff cardboard church fans. He continued down the aisle and when he got to Janey’s pew he stopped and laid his hand softly on her shoulder. She tried to concentrate on Jesus, and her mother sitting next to her, and Mrs. Jenkins’ huge, ugly-ass church hat, but all she could think of was Pastor Williams long-stroking her over the back of a wooden church bench… and then… right before God, Pastor Williams and the entire congregation, with her eyes squeezed shut, and biting her lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood, she had a massive, earth-shattering, thigh-shaking orgasm. Apparently everyone just assumed she was having a religious experience because an usher ran over and started fanning her and the pastor continued down the aisle, still singing praises to the lord.

After the service ended, the congregation lined up to shake hands with Pastor Williams as they exited the church.

“Hello Mrs. Mills,” he said to Janey’s mother.

“Praise, Jesus! What a beautiful sermon!” she exclaimed, “I want you to meet my daughter!” she said, pushing Janey toward him. “I’ve never seen her more full of the spirit than I did today Pastor Williams!”

The pastor took Janey’s hand and rubbed it softly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad you enjoyed the service.” Her faced flushed with embarrassment as she felt a quick post-orgasmic pussy twitch.

“We’ll be seeing you next Sunday?” he asked.

“Um, I might have to work,” she replied, pulling her hand away, anxious to get home and out of her soggy panties, “but I’ll do my best to get here.”

Unfortunately her mother ended up lingering in the church parking lot for damn near close to an hour chatting with the other old hens, and finally Janey ventured back into the church to find the ladies room. She knew she’d leave a wet spot on the back of her dress if she attempted to drive home this way, so she slipped off her damp panties, stuffed them into her tiny clutch bag and forced the snap closed. On the way out the bathroom she ran headlong into Pastor Williams, the overstuffed purse flew out of her hands, hit the ground sideways, the snap sprang open, and out fell her wet black lace panties. Before she could stop him Pastor Williams had reached down and picked up her purse… and her panties. Janey was almost certainly sure that she would die of embarrassment at that very  moment, yet she was strangely comforted by the fact that it would happen in a house of   God since she obviously had a lot of sins that would need forgiving.

Pastor Williams handed her back her purse and then, never taking his dark piercing eyes off hers, slipped the panties into his left suit pocket.

“I’ll see you next Sunday Sister Mills,” he said turning down hallway, his hand still deep in his left pocket, “Looking forward to putting the holy spirit in you.”

Bedtime Stories: What a Girl Wants

What A Girl Wants

by SweetestDistraction©

In another place and time you said to me, "I want that beautiful mouth of yours wrapped around me again." I smiled, agreed heartily, and nodded mostly to myself. I've never forgotten that moment, those words, and the way they made all of my nerve endings tingle with desire for you. It's all about want, isn't it? Want and timing, but that's another matter entirely.

Today I find myself wanting to be romanced. I want to be kissed and held, cuddled and stroked. One by one, I want to feel rather than see the buttons of my blouse coming undone under your careful ministrations. The gentle breeze from the ceiling fan is what I want to sense as you gently push the blouse from my shoulders. I want to feel your mouth lightly nip the hollow at the base of my bare neck. I want you to take your time with me, brush those amazing fingertips lightly across my already stiffening nipples and watch them respond, just for you. I want you to slowly unzip my plain and deceptively simple jeans and I want to watch your eyes light up and dance as the French onyx lace tap panties come into view. I want to feel you trace your fingers across the floral pattern I picked with you on my mind and feel the heat emanating from deep within me. And when your hands leave me for a moment, I want to hear the scraping of belt buckle across the hardwood floor and the jingle of change and keys as your slacks hit the floor.

The weight of you as you sinks down onto the bed next to me; yes that's what I want. To feel the warmth, the burning passion running through your soul as you lower those skillful lips to my upturned face and capture my mouth with you own. I want to hear that delightful groan as I lean over, tickle your chest with my curls and lower my head into your waiting lap. I want to feel your cock grow harder and harder in my mouth as I tease the head and the tip with my lips and tongue before sliding the entire length of your straining shaft deep inside me for the first time in a long time. I want to revel in the familiarity of the taste and feel that is uniquely yours. The sharp uptake in breath is the encouragement I want as your hands fall to play with my hair as I gently cup your balls and feel how swollen and full they are for me. Over and over my lips slide up and down, sucking, squeezing and pleasuring you. Eyes closed, head thrown back and arms guiding me, I want to watch a little as you gets closer to coming for me.

And then it dawns on me that this isn't how I want it to end. I want to hear that low voice growl at me, "enough. I need to be inside you." and have those strong arms pull me upright and onto you. I want to hear the almost desperation in your voice. I feel it too. I want to slide down onto my knees on top of you and inch by inch feel that hard cock as it slides home deep inside me. I want to lean forward and tease you again with my hair across your chest as you thrust in and out of me. I want to ride you. Hard. I want to feel your thumb as you find my clit and stroke little circles around the very tip. I want to lean back a little and feel the heat between us, feel your hands tugging on my nipples, caressing my breasts. Between the constant pressure on my clit and the deep thrusting into my pussy I won't be able to think straight for long. When I can't stand it any longer, I want to come for you, all over you, moaning and screaming, gripping and squeezing, gushing my hot cream down over your rock hard cock while you work me, as orgasm after orgasm wrack my body and transport me to that place I love to be. And as I come I want to feel you come too, hear that primal scream and greedily receive all that you have for me. And when it's over I want to collapse in a tangled heap of limbs and bodies, sheets and blankets, sanity and sweat, breathing hard, face numb and souls sated.

Yes baby... that's what I want!