Another late night at work...

It's a late night at work, finishing off some important client work that's due the following day. We've been chatting off and on over email, teasing each other for hours -- one of the reasons I'm at work so late. Finishing off the work, I send you one last email, telling you how much I want to finally taste that hot, wet pussy of yours, and as usual you leave me with the tease, "Maybe you willl..."

I pack up the laptop and other stuff that I'll need in the morning, and head out to the elevator. I ride down, and step out, only to see you standing there in the lobby. Shocked, I don't know what to say at the sight of you, standing in a knee-length jacket and some nice black high heels that show off your legs. You step forward, opening the jacket to show me everything that you have been waiting to give me, and smile. "Is there somewhere we can be alone?" you ask, pushing me back into the elevator.

I press the button for my office, and we start kissing, your jacket dropping to the floor. Our tongues dance in each others' mouths, caressing each others' lips. My hands close around your breasts caressing them, squeezing them, feeling your nipples harden to my touch. I kiss down your neck, sucking on your nipples, listening to you moan softly. The elevator dings, and the doors open. I grab your jacket and lead you by the hand to my office, closing the door behind us.

Our lips meet again, but this time it's your hands doing the work, reaching down and unclasping my belt, then unzipping my pants and pulling them down to find my hard, throbbing cock hiding underneath. You pull my pants to my ankles, and before I can step out of them, your hand closes around the shaft and your mouth closes around the head. I look down and watch as you slowly work my cock with your mouth, kissing and licking and sucking it from the head down to my balls and back again. Your eyes lock with mine as you take me deep into your mouth, sliding your tongue out to tickle my balls as you hit the base.

I grab your hair and start to fuck your mouth, holding you in place as I pump in and out of your wet, hot lips. You look up and moan around my cock as I pull your hair tightly, and the feeling ripples through my body. I pull your head off, seeing a string of pre-cum trailing from your lips to the head of my cock, and guide you to stand, kissing you deeply and tasting my cock on your tongue. We kiss again, as I turn you around and press you backward, sitting you up onto it. I spread your legs wide so that I can see your hot, wet pussy lips, and kiss downward from your lips, over your breasts, and down between your thighs.

You can feel my hot breath blowing against the inside of your damp thighs, as I trail my tongue ever further up, closer and closer to your hot lips. My tongue touches them, sliding up and down their length, teasing your ass just a little, before returning. Parting your lips, my tongue presses into you, then up to twirl softly around your clit as a finger spreads you open and slides inside. The taste is intoxicating, the moans of pleasure coming from you redouble my efforts, even as your hand presses my head tight against your hot, silky wetness.

My tongue continues its attention to your throbbing nub as my fingers slide in and out of you, rubbing your g-spot with each stroke. I tell you how good you taste, and how badly I want you to cum all over my face. I look up to see you looking down on my between your thighs, while you're playing with your nipples. You moan as I suck on your clit, and I can see the pleasure growing in the light of your eyes. I suck, and slide a third finger inside you, stretching your lips wide open. Another moan, and your thighs begin to tremble. You're starting to cum, but before you do, I remove my mouth from your wet pussy and replace it with my cock, filling your tight wetness just as you start to clench around it. You reach up and hold me close as I continue to fuck you, moaning and grunting as you grind your pussy against the length of my cock, coating it with your hot, wet cum.

Your pussy milks my cock, tight and hard, and finally I give in and shoot my load deep inside you, filling you with my seed as it leaks out of your lips and down your thighs, over my cock, all over my desk. We remain there, my cock throbbing inside you, your pussy squeezing as you continue to ride the wave of orgasm, until we both finally catch our breath. I hand you your jacket and lead you to the elevator, smiling all the way down. "I'm glad I finally got to taste you," I say with a gleam in your eye.

Imagine This...

Imagine the feeling of my warm breath, the hot dampness of my tongue as it trails slowly up the insides of your thighs, led by the soft touch of my fingertips tracing small circles against your bare skin as they move closer and closer to my goal.

Imagine the feeling of my fingers touching the soft skin on the inside curve of your thighs, floating over your wet, damp lips before touching them ever-so-slightly, rubbing them gently and bringing the juices that are flowing onto your outer lips. My fingers slowly part those lips as my tongue moves closer and closer to your prize.

Imagine the first taste, my tongue sliding up and down your wet lips, feeling its way around to find the most sensitive places. Teasing you, enjoying the smell, the taste, the sounds you make as my tongue rolls circles around your clit, slides down to slip into your waiting hole. Teasing you, pleasing you, wanting you to experience as much pleasure in the receiving as I have in the giving.

Imagine the pleasure, welling inside you, as my fingers slide inside, tongue continuing to play with your hard clit. Curving upwards, rubbing your g-spot as they pull out each time, triggering uncontrollable moans of pleasure, causing your hips to move in time with my tongue and my fingers.

Imagine the release, as you finally give in and grind yourself against my face, your wetness covering my lips, mouth, and chin, nearly screaming in pleasure as you ride my fingers and tongue to ever-intensifying heights of ecstasy.

The Movie Theater

The movie theater is already dark when you arrive, a few minutes after the show was scheduled to start. As your eyes adjust to the dark, the butterflies in your stomach twitch and flutter. Turning the corner, you look up into the seats, and notice that the rows are empty for the most part, and there appears to be only one other person sitting in the room. You smile, and say a little thank-you that there aren't other people around -- if they were, you know you wouldn't go through with this. You walk up to the row with the other person sitting and slide your way down to the seat next to them. It's exactly who you'd hoped it would be, and you smile as you sit down.

"Would you like some popcorn," he asks, motioning to the container in his hand.

"Sure," you say as you reach down and pull out a few kernels, "...I was almost afraid you wouldn't show up."

"I wasn't sure I was either," he says with a small laugh, "But I'm glad I did...and that you did." With that, he places one hand on your thigh and squeezes. You watch as he places the popcorn container in the seat on the other side of him, and take a deep breath as he turns back to you, leaning in and placing his hand behind your neck and kissing you...softly at first, then more insistently. As your tongues intertwine, his hand slides ever-so-slowly up the inside of your thigh, and you know he can feel the hot dampness of your engorged lips as he gets closer. You kiss him back as his fingertips flutter against your wet lips, spreading your legs so that he can slowly and deftly insert first one, then two fingers inside you.

His mouth leave yours as his other hand pulls open your blouse and unclips your bra, immediately closing his lips around your erect nipples as he continues to work your wet pussy with his fingers. You can feel the orgasm building, but hold back, enjoying every moment of his rapt attention. His lips and teeth toy with your nipples as his fingers stroke your clit and slide in and out of you in a nice, solid rhythm. You moan, louder than you expected, as your hips start to grind against his hand. You reach down and gently press his mouth from your breast as you tell him that it's his turn, ordering him to lean back as you reach down and squeeze his hard manhood through his jeans.

Deftly unzipping his fly, you open them to find him commando, with a hard, thick cock all ready for you to enjoy. You smile at him, then lean over and tease it, running your tongue up and down the length, around the head, slowly playing with it before sliding your mouth around it tightly and sucking him in as far as he will go. His hand reaches over and grabs your ass as you work his cock with your mouth, loving the sound of him moaning and feeling him grow against your lips and tongue. You massage his balls with your hand, and just as you start to feel them pull up, you raise your head from his lap and climb on top, filling your need with him, sliding him all the way inside you and then lifting yourself up again. You ride him, right there, tits bouncing in his face, looking into his eyes, as you both start to cum, him filling your pussy and you tightly clenching him.

You collapse against him, still clenching and releasing, still feeling him throb inside you.

"Same time next week," you whisper into his ear as you retake your seat next to him and watch the rest of the movie, feeling a throbbing emptiness inside you that only he completely fills.

Coffee Shop

You notice the stranger looking at you across the coffee shop, looking at you from behind his laptop screen. You're not sure the first couple times that he's actually looking at you, but you notice that he looks away every time your eyes meet, by the third or fourth time. You straighten up in your seat, looking as good as you can, taking inventory of the man sneaking glances at you. He's average in most ways, but there's something about the look in his eyes that makes you want to know more. You watch him closely, taking in his nice clothes, the sport jacket draped over the chair on the other side of the table, and the reasonably-sized drink that he's only barely touched. He looks up again, and you see his dazzling blue eyes looking directly at you. Not sure why, you stand up and carry your drink past his table, which sits near the garbage can. You bend over to drop your drink into the trash, and sneak a sideways glance behind you. Sure enough, he's definitely looking at your ass, and the high-riding skirt that's barely covering your pink, lace panties. "What the hell," you think, as you bend just a little bit further, pretending to have dropped something on the ground, spreading your legs just slightly, and giving him a perfect view of your pink satin-covered mound. You're surprised to feel a hand come up and barely cross over your ass as you watch him stand up, throwing his drink in the garbage as well. You stand up, and are looking into those eyes, the wanton look now matched by a smile that you've seen many times before.

"Can I give you a lift to..." he starts to ask.

"...work," you finish for him, "Just around the corner, past the park."

He smiles and takes you by the hand, grabbing his laptop bag and jacket, leading you out to his car. He opens the passenger door for you, and as you climb in you feel his hand on your bare ass again, this time squeezing it a little. You know your panties are dripping at this point, you can feel the dampness on the insides of your thighs. He closes the door and climbs into the driver's seat, putting his seatbelt on and turning the key in the ignition.

"I couldn't take my eyes of you in there," he says, "You are just so beautiful...and those BREASTS!" he chuckles.

"Oh, you mean these?" you say as you pull open your blouse and unhook the front clasp of your bra, letting your breasts fall loose, nipples hard already from what you hope to have happen before he drops you off at work. You pinch your nipples, sending electric waves throughout your body. He just stares, mouth open, and you can tell he is hard inside his slacks, the zipper straining to contain his obvious desire.

"Drive," you order him, and he very quickly obliges.

"You know where the park is?" you ask, hand running up the inside of his thighs.

"Yes," he stammers, as your hand closes around his cock, squeezing. He is hard, and big. Nice and thick, just the way you like it.

"Let's park there." you say, unzipping him and pulling him out.

"Okay," he says as you lean over, his arm moving out of the way so that you can lean into his lap, kissing and licking the tip, tasting the precum on him.

He maneuvers the SUV into the parking lot as your head is slowly sliding up and down in his lap, your tongue working him with every stroke, his head throbbing between your lips. He stops, turns off the car, and you sit up. "Better put that away, so we can climb in back," you tell him as you button your blouse enough to open the passenger door.

"Fuck that," he says as he opens his own door, cock sticking out of his pants, and quickly climbs back in the back. You follow, and pull open your blouse again for him, allowing him to kiss, suck, and nibble on your breasts, taking each nipple in turn, feeling them hard inside his mouth. He pushes up your skirt and reaches between your thighs, parting your panties to rub, then finger your pussy. You moan as he pulls your panties down, accidentally tearing one side.

"Oh, my...that will cost you," you say as you push him back and climb on top of him, pushing his hard, throbbing cock deep into you. "Now you don't get to fuck me. I get to fuck you." You push down on his chest and start sliding slowly up and down his length. He fills you completely, pressing against the sides of your hot, wet pussy as you grind against him. You start rubbing just the head in and out, then push down hard, moaning as you hear his sudden intake of breath.

"You like that?" you ask him, and lift up. "How about this?" you say as you push the head of his now-wet cock against your tight asshole. It feels good, the pressure increasing as you push down harder and harder, until the head just pops right into you.

"Do you like my ass, baby?" you ask him.

"GOD YES!" he says as he starts to pump. You think about stopping him, but it feels so good inside you as he slides it in and out, over and over. You feel him breathing hard, feel the throbbing of his cock increase. Your own finger wanders down to rub your clit as you squeeze his hard cock with your ass. Finally, he screams loudly as he explodes inside you, the hot, sticky cum filling your ass and leaking down over your pussy. You cum too, squeezing and milking every last ounce of cum out of his cock and into your ass. You sit there, sliding up and down still, moaning in ecstasy. You look at him, and know that he's just been fucked better than he's had in a long time. You smile, lean down and kiss his cheek, and smile, re-latching your bra and buttoning up your shirt.

"You can keep the panties," you say with a smile as you reach behind and open the door. "I think I'll walk back to work."

Snowbound (Part 1)

The car struck the snow with a solid thunk, followed by the familiar, yet completely unnecessary sound of tires sliding on ice. The realization quickly sets in that you’re not going anywhere, anytime soon, and you immediately chastise yourself for going out in this kind of weather. Then, thoughts of what it was that brought you out come to mind, and the warmth that comes over you reminds you that it was well worth it. Of course, now, you’re stuck here, against a drift of snow, on a back road that hardly anyone uses even in the best of weather. Fortunately, you’re not for want of gas, and your car should keep you warm for awhile, you think. “Always the optimist,” you tell yourself.

You sit in the car for a few minutes, listening to the radio, and you recall your encounter from earlier in the night. He was good, you think, recalling how he touched you, how he filled you with his hard cock, how you moaned in pleasure over and over again. Your hand slips between your thighs, under your panties, and feels that familiar wetness covering your lips. Your fingers press your hardening clit, just as you notice a pair of headlights coming down the road. Faced with a decision, you quickly slip your hand from your now-throbbing pussy and pull your coat tight, stepping out of the car.

It’s apparent that the driver had seen you, as you watch the car pull toward you, slowly but deliberately making its way through the slush and snow. The car stops a few feet from you, the headlights shining bright in the dark of night, so you cannot yet tell who might be behind the wheel.

“Hi there,” a voice hollers as the car is turned off, the headlights switching to parking lights. “You look like you could use a hand!” The door opens and a very nice looking young gentleman steps out of the vehicle. “Slid into that drift, did you?” he asks.

“Yes, sir! You should’ve been here to see it happen,” you say.

He steps forward and reaches out to shake your hand. “Jim. Let’s see if we can get you out of there, shall we?”

You shake his hand, and turn to walk back to the car, suddenly all-too-aware of how little you’re wearing underneath your coat. Thankfully, you think, it’s a nice, long parka, so the chances of him figuring it out on his own are slim. That thought makes you shiver, and you feel that familiar warmth growing again.

“Why don’t you hop in and I’ll give ‘er a push from behind?” He steps toward the back of the car, and you giggle to yourself, thinking you wouldn’t mind getting a push from behind, yourself.

You hop into the car, and he tells you what to do – forward, then back, then forward, then back. Not to fast, not too hard. You can’t help but want to laugh as the double entendre seems completely lost on him.

It only takes a few tries, and your car is loosed from its prison. You pull the car forward as he walks up to the driver-side window. “Okay, that should do it…take it easy from here on home, okay?”

You smile at him, kneeling down so that his head is at window-height. “Thank you very much, Jim. Surely there’s something I could do to thank you.”

“Nah, it’s all in a day’s work, ma’am. I used to live on the east coast, so I’ve seen plenty of people in deeper drifts than this. I’m just glad I came by when I did – there aren’t many people on this road at this time of night, especially in this weather.”

You look him directly in the eye, opening your coat to display your ample chest. Your fingers close around one nipple as you reply, “Yes…it is quite cold out there. Has made me all nipply.”

He’s speechless as he watches you working your nipple, hardening between your fingers. “You like that, Jim?”

“Uh…ah…why, yes.”

“Does it make you hard?”

“Uh…”

“Show it to me.”

“Ma’am?”

“Show me your cock, Jim. I want you to stand up and put it through the window, so I can thank you properly.”

“I don’t know…”

“Jim, you don’t want to leave me disappointed, do you?” you say, letting your coat drop completely, showing off your body – bare from the neck to your waist, small, lace panties hooked to a garter below the waist.

“No, ma’am!” he says as he stands up. You can see how hard he is, even in the dim light. He unzips his pants and pulls down his boxers, letting his hard cock fall free. You look at it, run your finger up and down the length.

“Yes, Jim…that will do quite nicely,” you say as you close your lips around the head of his cock. Not quite as long as what you had earlier, but nice and thick.

You work him, slowly at first, sucking his head and teasing the length of him. You take his balls into your mouth and roll them back and forth over your tongue. You kiss all the way back up as you grab his balls tight, then deep-throat him, taking him all the way in and working his hard, throbbing cock with your mouth and your tongue. You listen to him moaning, knowing that you’re in control now, and suck him hard and deep, until you feel his balls start to pull up from your hand and his cum shoots deep into your mouth. Smiling, you clean up all of the hot, sticky cum, swallowing it, loving the feel of it as it slides down your throat.

“Jim, how was that?” you say, looking up at him through the window.

“Oh my God…” is all that he can say, his still-hard cock hanging out of his pants, throbbing in the cold night air.

“One more thing…”

“What’s that?”

“Will you fuck me now, Jim? REALLY fuck me?”

Reunion (Part II)

She climbed up onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for him and sitting so that her feet dangled from the side. She sat there and motioned for him to step closer, as if he needed encouragement. He knelt in front of her, kissing her deeply and trailing his lips and tongue slowly down the nape of her neck, taking each breast firmly in hand and tracing his tongue around her nipples, sucking on them as they grew hard at his touch.

His hand reached between her thighs and he slowly slipped first one, then two fingers into her. She sighed heavily as he penetrated her, and her hands roamed through his hair as he lowered his face to the level of the bed. He watched as his fingers parted her lips, sliding in and out as she became more and more wet. She pulled on his head, guiding him down closer to her hot wetness. And he, of course, willingly obliged.

Her thighs were creamy white, in contrast to the nice pink of her pussy as he spread her lips wide and slowly traced his tongue from her clit, down past her wet hole, to her ass and back up again. She was moaning with every new sensation. He settled on flicking and rubbing her clit with his tongue, while his fingers slipped in and out of her wet pussy...sliding in, twisting gently as he reached for her g-spot, then pulling back out.

He waited until his fingers were nice and wet, rubbing her lips and hole, spreading her juices all over his hand, and then slowly pressed one of his fingers up against her tight asshole...building pressure as his tongue teased her clit until it slipped in, just the tip of his finger, pressing in and out. She nearly came just then, clamping her thighs around his head and pulling on his hair just enough that he could feel it.

He knew what would put her over the edge, and smiled as he gave it to her - slipping three fingers into her now-dripping pussy and one into her ass, his tongue lapping her clit quickly and with just enough pressure...fucking her with his hand and mouth, hearing her breathing increase, feeling her thighs trembling around his head, feeling her hands squeezing and releasing in his hair, until he feels her hips shift, and her pussy is grinding in his face, her hands pulling his face tight against her throbbing, wet pussy...moaning and screaming out his name as she grinds against him, covering his face with her cum, writhing in ecstacy as he continues to lick her clit and fuck her with his hand...

Finally, he stops, pulling his fingers from her and licking the cum off of them. He stands at the edge of the bed, looking down at her. She sits up, takes his hard, throbbing cock in her hand, and smiles, "Now let's make some good use of this."

The Reunion (Part I)

It was mid-afternoon when he checked into the hotel. He sent a quick text message as he walked down the hallway, then unlocked and entered the room that was soon to be nothing more than a den of sin. Only weeks before his wedding, he knew that he needed just one last hurrah - to experience the thrill of another woman's body before he gave himself completely to one woman for the rest of his life (or so he was convinced at the time).

He had everything set up perfectly - the chilled bottle of wine opened, two glasses poured, the candles lit, lights dimmed. He was filled with anxious anticipation, about to see a woman he hadn't seen in the flesh in 10 years. A woman that he had fantasized about since they last met, one who had in the intervening years gotten married, had two kids, but never forgot about the one who got away. That was something they shared, a bond that time wouldn't rend - they were the same to each other - the "one that got away".

There was a tentative knock on the door, and he heistantly paced over to peer through the peephole. It was her, gorgeous brown hair falling down over her shoulders, the emerald dress that she told him she made expressly for this day draped over her, hugging all of her curves perfectly. He stood there momentarily, mouth dry and breath heavy against the door, aware of the stirring feeling between his legs. She'd sent him pictures over email a few times, but nothing in those pictures quite captured the allure that she held for him here, in the flesh.

He pulled the door open, forgetting to undo the latch such that the door locked open only inches. "Hi..." he stammered, as she smiled at him. Was that a giggle that she let loose? He could recall the way she giggled in high school, that high, girlish giggle that hinted at darker thoughts, deep desires that she kept hidden away just enough to pique his interest. He fumbled with the door latch and finally opened it, inviting her in.

She stepped across the threshold, looking so much as she did ten years ago, yet decidedly different as well. She had grown in all the right places, and her dress fit her perfectly -- accentuating the curve of her large breasts, her hips, and her ass. He stood in front of her, drinking in every inch of her. She stood and smiled at him as she set her purse on the dresser, as he thought momentarily of the wine that was sitting just a few feet away.

Looking closely into her eyes, however, he forgot all about the wine...the room...everything. He could see in those beautiful green eyes a reflection of the pure lust and desire that he felt for her at this very moment, as he reached out and took her into his arms, kissing her deeply and passionately as he had imagined he would so many times before this day. She returned the kiss, tongues intertwining as they breathed in each others' scents. His hands ran up and down her back, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly to him. She moaned softly as he brought his hand around front, feeling her trembling, creamy-white thighs and slowly working his way up.

She pulled her lips from his and gave him a devilish smile as his hand reached its goal, finding no fabric between his roaming fingers and her hot, wet pussy. "Do you like?" was her question, whispered into his ear. His answer was clear as he reached up and pulled the dress off of her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a pool at her feet.

There she stood, large breasts bound tightly in a corset (probably also of her making), thigh-high stockings tight against her legs, arms at her sides, beatiful alabaster skin contrasting with the dark fabric. You'd never have known by looking at her that she had had two kids in the intervening years - she looked just as gorgeous as she ever did in high school, but now he was finally seeing what she looked like naked.

Smiling, she walked over to him and put one hand on his shoulder...the other dropped slowly down his chest and came to rest at the buckle of his belt. Without a word, she slipped the belt off of him, unzipped his pants, and smiled as his hard cock was exposed - just as she had worn no panties, he was going commando for her. She squeezed it in her hand and smiled at him, then pulled his pants down to the floor, dropping to her knees.

He knew what would come next - they'd talked about it online, even on the phone. She wanted to taste him, to suck him until he exploded in her mouth. And from the look in her eyes as she knelt before him, there was no plan in her mind to disappoint. She kissed his thighs as he stepped out of his pants, moving so he could lean against the bed.

Slowly, she ran her tongue up from his balls to the tip of his now-throbbing cock, eyes locked on his the entire time. She reached around and grabbed his ass tightly as she plunged his cock into her mouth, past her lips, all the way to the base...he could feel the tip of his cock hit the very back of her throat. She pulled back off and smiled at him, "Delicious..." was all that she said. Her other hand reached down and fondled his balls, squeezing and pulling on them as they rolled in her hand, as her mouth teased and sucked him.

She moaned as his hands fell to her hair, grabbing it tightly and helping to guide her head up and down the length of him. Her hand left his balls and slipped back further, as he laid spread his legs further for her, using the bed as support. He moaned loudly as her finger came to rest against his ass, rubbing the tight hole, relaxing it. He tightened up as she deep-throated him once again, at the same time slipping her fingertip into him, fucking his ass as she sucked him off.

He could feel his orgasm building, and was sure she could as well...with his ass puckering around her finger and his head throbbing between her lips. She looked up at him and smiled, taking him in and out of her mouth, tip to base, again and again. He grabbed her hair and pushed her down onto him as he exploded, both ass and cock letting loose in an orgasm more powerful than he had felt in awhile. His cum shot into her mouth, and she swallowed as much as she could, but some still dripped out from between her lips, running down her chin, down his cock. Her finger left his ass as she her mouth from him, stroking his hard, throbbing cock as drops of cum continued to pour out, onto her hands, his thighs, the floor.

He looked down at her, flushed with ecstacy, cock still throbbing and dripping cum, and told her that it was her turn...that she should climb onto the bed and spread her legs...it was her turn to cum hard all over him.

The Stranger

Relaxing at the local bar after work, you sit and chat with your co-workers, as they each in turn leave until you remain the sole holdout from a long week in the trenches. You look around the bar and see all sorts of people, talking and drinking away the woes of the past week. One person in particular sticks out as you survey the room, an impeccably well-dressed man wearing a sport coat and light blue button-up shirt that complements his deep blue eyes. You find yourself drawn back to him each time you look up from your last drink, as you build up the nerve to go over and introduce yourself. You take a last drink from your glass, pull yourself together, and stand up to walk across to the barstools just across the aisle from you. And, to your dismay, he's gone. You stretch nonchalantly, trying to make it appear that you just stood up to stretch, as the waiter returns to your table. He hands you a card, and tells you that the gentleman at the bar asked him to deliver it to you after he left. On the card is a name, an address, and a time. You look over the card and give the waiter a puzzled look, to which he responds with a shrug and asks if you'd like another drink.

Walking out to the car, you are aware that you are still holding the card in your hand. As you sit down in the driver's seat, surrounded by the supple leather that you enjoy so much, you take the card out and stare at it again. The card reads, in an elegant script:

Marcus
1134 Rosemary Lane
6pm

As you look up at the clock in your car, you see that it's still only 5:30. "Plenty of time to check out the address," you think before stopping yourself, wondering why you would actually be considering meeting a man that you've never even spoken with. Then you think of his eyes, the way they seemed to pierce through everything he looked at, his perfect clothing - clean, pressed, sharp. Compelling in a way that you can’t quite put your finger on. "Oh, what the hell?" you say aloud to nobody at all, "What's wrong with a little adventure?"

You cruise through the streets of the city that you've known since you were a child, and finally come upon Rosemary Lane. The houses here are tightly packed together yet clearly separated by hedges and fences. The neighborhood is a hodgepodge of mixed eras - some original Victorian homes stand next to Art Deco homes, between 70s ramblers. All the homes are meticulously maintained, with well-manicured lawns and shrubbery. You look from home to home, enjoying the view, until you reach the 1100 block. You slow down significantly, as you near what can best be described as a mansion. Black wrought-iron fencing separates the small lawn from the sidewalk, framing the red brick building as perfectly as possible. You spy a parking place just up the block, and pull in, remaining in your car as you are filled with anxiety and exhilaration.

Composing yourself, double-checking your appearance in the rearview mirror, you get out of the car and walk past the house, pretending to be just another passerby. You look at the immaculate fencework, the closely-trimmed lawn, and the tightly controlled hedges, then give in to your curiosity and push open the gate. As you near the front door, it opens into a well-lit foyer. A butler stands at the door, and speaks slowly in a clipped accent, "Excellent! The master was hoping you would arrive on time. This way, please," he says as he leads you to a door in the foyer. He opens it, and you hesitantly enter the room. The carpets are lush, the walls decked out in rich wood, aged but exceptionally maintained. As you enter the room, the butler closes the door. You hear a click that may or may not have been a lock, and you begin to worry that maybe you have gotten yourself in over your head. You reach into your purse and begin to fish for your cell phone.

"There's no need for that, dear," a voice speaks, interrupting your search. You look up to see the man from the bar standing in front of you. He's much more impressive this close than he was at the bar. His deep blue eyes seem to look directly into you, and his form is obviously that of someone who takes great care of himself. "Please, come this way," he motions for you to follow him into a dark room. Against all of your instincts, you follow.

As you enter the room, your eyes begin to adjust to the darkness, and you see a chair illuminated in the middle of the room. You cannot entirely see all the walls of the room, but the chair immediately grasps your attention. You watch as he walks over to the chair and sits in it, facing you. You begin to walk toward him, but his hand raises and you stop - just as the door closes behind you.

"That's far enough. Please stay in the circle of light there," he speaks in a voice that is commanding, yet soft. No sooner has he spoken those words than a spotlight above you illuminates and you see that you are now standing in a circle of light nearly three feet in diameter.

"Good. When I saw you in the bar, I thought you would be an excellent candidate for this little game."

You start to speak, asking what game it was that he is talking about, but he cuts you off, "No speaking. The rules of this game are very clear. First, you may leave at any time. All you need to do is say that you are done, and the butler will return to take you out to your car. Second, you are to obey all of my orders. You are, until you leave this room, mine to command. You will do what I say, when I say, how I say it. Do you understand?"

Unsure of what to do, you stand there in the circle of light. Your instincts are telling you to leave, but your curiosity is telling you to stay.

"Do you understand?" he repeats.

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. First, place your purse next to you on the floor."

You bend down and place your handbag on the floor, within quick reach if anything were to go wrong.

"Thank you. Now, turn around slowly. I'd like to get a good look at you."

Obediently, you turn around, very slowly, like a model on a runway might look if you were watching her in slow motion. You can almost feel his eyes roaming over every inch of your body, as though you were naked.

"Now, I'd like you to remove your panties."

Dumbstruck, you stand there, not sure whether you heard him right.

"You are wearing panties under your skirt, are you not?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then, take them off. But leave the skirt on."

"But..."

"Need I remind you of rule number two?" he asks in a voice that is playfully threatening.

You lift the back of your skirt up enough to grasp the sides of your panties and pull them down, stepping out of them.

"Good, now toss them here."

He catches them with a quick flick of the wrist, with a speed that is impressive. You stand there in the light, suddenly aware that you are incredibly aroused by the situation. You're certain that the fabric of those panties was more than a little damp when you pulled them down, and know that your nipples are standing at attention underneath your bra and blouse.

"Are you aroused?"

"Yes."

"Are you wet?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Now, remove your blouse, unbuttoning from the top button downward."

You obey, turning the act into a tease, slowly working your buttons through their holes while you hold your shirt closed. When all buttons are undone, you pull the blouse open, dropping it on the floor behind you. You look at him, and can see his pleasure at beholding your gorgeous breasts, your nipples apparent as they peek out through the black lace that holds them in.

"You have gorgeous breasts. Now, I want you to face away from me and bend over. I want to see your face looking back at me between your legs."

Doing as he says, you see the room suddenly turn upside-down.

"Now, touch your pussy under your skirt. Tell me how wet you are."

Your hand slides in between your legs and cups the hot, wet lips that wait there. You rub your fingers back and forth against your pussy lips, and push them apart slightly to reach your clit.

"Mmmmm...I am extremely wet. It feels so good."

"Good. Now remove your skirt and play with your pussy for me. In the same position."

You pull the skirt down and step out of it, spreading your legs more, now that they are free to move. You look at him between your legs, and smile as you reach back and spread your pussy lips for him to see. You can feel your juices as you push your finger into your hot pussy, slowly teasing yourself as you push it deeper and deeper. You can't help but moan as you enjoy the feeling.

"Does that feel good? Use two fingers."

Pulling your finger all the way out, you slide it back in accompanied by a second. You groan as your fingers stretch the tight hole open, and moan as you slide your fingers in and out.

"Nice. Now, turn around, drop to your knees, and fuck yourself."

Standing on wobbly legs, you turn around and kneel down, placing your hand underneath of you, so that your pussy slides down over your waiting fingers as you kneel. Your other hand wanders to your breasts, pinching your nipples as you rock your body up and down, back and forth against your fingers.

"Three fingers."

You obey, and moan loudly as you feel the third finger pushing into you, widening your hot, wet hole. You fuck yourself, forgetting where you are, or that you are being watched. You ride your fingers as though they were a thick, rock-hard cock. You groan as you start to cum, feeling your pussy clenching around your fingers, but continuing to slide them in and out.

You open your eyes, moaning, and he is standing in front of you, with his hand holding out his thick, hard cock, right in front of your face. Without a word, you plunge your mouth down around it, sucking him as you cum from your fingers. You work his cock like you've never worked anyone before, licking the length of it with your tongue, nibbling on the head, and taking the entire length deep into your mouth. You finish your orgasm and grab his balls, squeezing them as you suck his cock, enjoying the moans and groans of pleasure as his hands rest gently in your hair. You feel his cock tremble, the head swell against your tongue, and moan softly as he explodes in your mouth, filling it with his hot, sticky cum. You drink down as much as you can, but some dribbles out the corner of your mouth and runs down the length of his cock, covering his erection and balls in a glistening coating of slick cum mixed with your saliva.

"You truly are as amazing as I hoped," he says, looking down at you kneeling in front of him as he places his cock back in his pants. You wipe a drop of cum off the corner of your mouth and lick it up off of your hand. The salty, sticky taste nearly makes you cum again as he gives you a final command, "Stand."

As you are standing, he snaps his fingers, and the lights come on. There, in the back of the room are no less than ten people, all looking equally stunning as the man now holding your hand. You feel a strange combination of excitement, mixed with a sudden feeling of nervousness as you realize that these strangers have been watching you the whole time.

“Welcome to the club. Please introduce yourself, first names only of course,” he says, as you see the butler standing next to the audience, holing a pen and a card that you know will be yours to hand out next.

Working Late

Another late night at the office, alone except for the constant whir of the recycled air system that you've now come to the conclusion runs 24/7. You stare at the monitor and continue your research, cutting and pasting articles and quotes for tomorrow's press conference. Your boss, as usual, neglected to tell you about any of this until this morning, and you've spent all day running down leads and preparing the "party line" statement for the hounds of the press.

Tired, bored, and less than interested in walking through the empty halls for the eighth time, you open up a new web browser. Instead of opening up news articles or going straight to Google, you decide to check out another site. Your favorite site. Your private site. You type in the address and are happy to see the first page come up. Several people have responded to your last blog posting, and some of them have included the pictures that you asked them for. In one, a strapping young man is securely fastened to a wall, his eyes covered while two women kneel in front of him, one licking his extremely large erection, the other sucking on his balls. You feel that familiar heat grow between your legs as you click the "Next" button.

This time, it's a story along with a set of pictures. Combined, they tell and show a woman teasing a man handcuffed and lying on a bed, before she climbs on top of him and fucks him senseless. Your nipples are at attention at this point, showing clearly through your sheer top, even through the slight padding of your bra. The last response immediately soaks your panties through. It's just one picture, showing a man with an average sized penis cumming all over a familiar picture - you spread-eagled in your office chair, taken last night with the web cam above your monitor.

You can hardly stand it any more as you turn the webcam on, and begin the broadcast that's become an on-again, off-again obsession with you. No sooner have you turned it on, and you already have your first viewer.

"Hello again, sexy," the stranger writes to you. The profile says it's a 30-year old lawyer from Seattle.

You wave to the camera, and respond, "So...what can I show you?"

"I want to see it all!" is his not-so-tactful reply. By this time, you see three more people have joined your little show.

You smile as you unbutton your shirt, pulling it open to display the Victoria's Secret bra that you bought specifically for your Internet seduction sessions. You unclasp the front and it falls open, displaying your gorgeous breasts, with the nipples already hard. You lift up your left breast and suck on its nipple, enjoying the electric feeling of pleasure that shoots through your body, and the knowledge that somewhere out there, at least four guys are busily working their hard cocks while watching you.

Make that five, plus one woman.

You play with your nipples, teasing yourself and your viewers while making them hard enough to cut glass. Then you stand up and slowly lower your skirt, turning around as you do so to put your ass on display for your audience. You bend over so that you're looking at the camera from between your legs, spread just enough to give a glimpse of your mound as well as your tits dangling between your legs.

Eight men, three women, and one couple.

You turn around and assume your usual position - legs spread and resting on your desk to either side of your keyboard, the position best displaying your well-trimmed pussy for the camera. Your fingers begin their wanderings, starting at your mouth, where you lick and suck them as though they were a small cock. They slide down your neck, pausing momentarily to tweak each of your nipples, then you proceed to the real treasure. You can feel the heat from your lips before your hand even touches it - the moisture and heat is intense, as it always is when you're showing off.

Eleven men, four women, and two couples.

You're no longer paying attention to the requests and comments on the screen - you're focused on working your pussy until you cum. Your fingers slide back and forth over your lips, spreading that glorious wetness all around before pushing first one finger, then two, into yourself. You moan in joy and bite your lip as you feel that first wonderful spike of pleasure from penetration. You rub your hips back and forth in time with your fingers, sliding your cunt up and down on your makeshift dildo, wetting your hand and chair with your juices. You start to rub your clit with your thumb, and it isn't long before you're rocking the entire chair with your movements, fucking your fingers hard and fast until you feel yourself let loose and cum, your legs pushing your chair backwards as they stiffen, then release, then stiffen again, your mouth wide open in orgasmic delight, your pussy clenching, then releasing, then clenching again, around your fingers.

You smile as you pull your fingers out of your hot, wet hole and lick them clean, standing to give your audience one last glimpse of your naked, wet body before turning off your camera. You smile as you look back and see a wet spot on your desk, just like the others that you have made. You pull on your skirt and blouse, ignoring your bra, and swap chairs with one of your co-workers.

With an evil smirk on your face, you close your web browser and go back to work.

Oral Obsession

You lay back on the bed, naked flesh exposed the the cold night air. Your nipples stand at attention from the temperature as well as from the expectations of things to come. I lie next to you, running my hand gently up and down your body, feeling the softness of your skin, tracing the countours of your body. You look down at me, a yearning sparkle filling your eyes, and I run one hand up to cup one of your breasts, toying with the hardened nipple between my fingers. You sigh in pleasure as I lean down and surround that nipple with my mouth, my warm lips and breath in stark contrast to the temperature in the room.

I continue to suck and nibble on your breast as my hand wanders down your body to the inside of your thigh. I can already feel the heat emanating from between your legs as I pull one leg away and trace my fingertips upward...slowly...teasingly...until I find your hot, wet lips. My hand rubs your lips, one finger sliding them apart and exploring your treasure as you sigh and moan in agreement.

My mouth leaves your nipple and moves to the other breast, as my fingers continue to work on your pussy, sliding slowly in and out, working you up until my fingers are covered in your juices. I start kissing up from your breast, to the nape of your neck, then work my way down again, past your collarbone, past your breasts, over your stomach, until my face is resting inches away from my goal.

You look down and see me there, perched between your thighs, preparing to take my role in the events. You smile as I look up at you, and my breath gently blows against your wet lips. My tongue slides out and explores you, tasting your clit first, rolling it between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. My tongue slides down your lips and parts them, pushing into your hole, fucking you like only a tongue can. I continue to work my magic, licking you from clit to ass and all the way back again.

You moan as I start to focus on your clit, flicking it back and forth, then around and around, with my tongue. I push first one, then two fingers into you while continuing to suck your clit. I finger-fuck you, searching for that elusive g-spot. I know I've found it when your hand comes down on my head and presses me tightly against your pussy. You grind your lips into my chin as I lick and finger you until you finally explode in orgasm. My fingers and tongue continue to work on you as you ride wave after wave of orgasm, covering my hand and face in your cum.