“You know I don’t do mornings,” She said, looking across the table in the hotel lobby at Ren.

“Hey, don’t blame me! It’s your friend from out-of-town that is the reason we are down here. I’d have soon stayed in bed a little longer,” he said, sticking out his tongue at her.

She brushed her hair gently with one hand, flipping him the finger as she did so. “OK, let me call her and motivate her ass.” JJ rose slowly from the table, finishing off the last of her third cup of coffee, and walked over to the house phone in the lobby. Knowing he was following her movement with his eyes, she swayed her hips just a little extra for him. Arriving across the room to a phone on a table next to an armchair, she sat down gracefully, slowly crossing her long legs, enticing him from a distance as her short sundress rode up higher on her thighs. Smiling and nodding, the conversation took all of five minutes, and she slowly returned to the table.

“She’s up and showered, so she said come up in a few minutes.” JJ smiled.

“Works for me. We still planning to walk the Quarter?”

“Yeah, I think so. If you can manage to tear your eyes away from my boobs for a while,” she giggled.

Blushing slightly, he looked out the window at the hustle-bustle out on the street as guests checked in and out. Taking the last swallow of his coffee, he stood and gathered the cups and plates from their Continental breakfast as JJ brushed her hair. They left the small lounge of the hotel which doubled as a breakfast area in the mornings and headed for the lobby elevators. Pressing the “up” button, he waited patiently, standing next to JJ so their shoulders were touching.

But Janet Julianne Garrison was not in the mood to be crowded this morning. Thrusting her hip away from him, she swung her hips and bumped Ren, sending him three steps over in the process. She smiled coyly at him and looked up to watch the numbers count down above the elevator.

“Message received, m’lady,” he said, grinning. The elevator doors opened and he bade her enter with a bow and an elaborate gesture. She gave a mock-curtsey and sashayed through the door. He followed, staying a respectable distance behind.

The doors closed and the elevator began moving upwards to the fifth floor. When the car had passed the second floor, JJ pulled out the red STOP button on the control panel, and the car same to a smooth stop. Closing the gap between them, she extended her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him to her and kissing him gently, first on the cheek, then lightly on the lips. Her tongue explored his lips softly, then entered his mouth and met his, where she began to feverishly kiss him and rub her hips into his crotch. He moaned softly as his hands ran up her back, then down, grabbing the bottom of her sundress and hiking it up to her waist.

Breaking the kiss, he ran his tongue back to her ear, blowing in it softly and barely nibbling on the lobe. Flicking her earlobe with his tongue, his hands ran under the back of her panties to cup her butt and give it solid squeeze. She gyrated her hips a bit as his hands ran up her back to her neck, massaging it gently, then hands running down the front of her sundress. His fingers found her nipples through the dress and drew them out further, hands occasionally pausing and cupping both breasts, then releasing and going back to the nipples. She was breathing audibly now as he lowered himself to his knees, hands leaving her breasts and hooking into her panties, pulling them straight down to her ankles.

Following his hands all the way to her ankles, his tongue started on the side of her left ankle, and slowly crept back up her calf, then outer thigh. Crossing over her hips and crotch, he ran his tongue down one inner thigh as he lightly scratched the other with his fingers. Tongue applying pressure on her thigh, he kissed and licked his way to her crotch, gently flicking her lips with his tongue.

Grabbing her butt in both hands, he suddenly slid his tongue in her pussy, probing deeply, then pulling back, flicking her clit and thrusting deep once again. She gasped, knees buckling, as he stopped a minute to ease her down to the floor of the elevator on her knees. Turning around, he lay down, positioning his head under in-between her legs. Reaching up, he grasped her hips on either side and eased her crotch down onto his face. Extending his tongue, he allowed it to penetrate her pussy slowly at first, then he pulled it back into his mouth and re-inserted it as deep as his initial thrust while she was standing.

JJ was gasping and breathing faster now, as she fell forward onto all fours. He continued to hold her hips and press them down into his face as his tongue worked its way in and out of her pussy, speeding up a bit with each thrust. With one hand pressing down on her butt, the other found her lips from behind and began to gently probe and finger her pussy as his tongue found her clit and began to flick…flick…flick…gently at first, then with more and more pressure as her gasps turned to moans. His single finger easily slid in, and he allowed a second to join it, moving in counterpoint with the flicks of his tongue on her clit. Fingers pulling out with each flick, re-entering as his tongue left her clit, he continued to work her in this manner for several minutes, feeling tension building in her thighs as her orgasm approached. Several more thrusts with fingers followed, then he reached his thumb around and pressed hard on her clit. His tongue joined in, and that sent her into a mind-numbing climax, she biting her lip to not draw attention to the rest of the world. She bucked her thighs up and down on his face, flooding it with her juices as she grabbed his legs with her fingers and shook from head to toe, writhing in orgasm.

She needed to lay there for several minutes, but also knew that this was not possible. Summoning her strength, she stood, reached to retrieve her panties, and pulled herself back together. Ren stood as she did this, shifting his pants around to do his best to conceal his erection. Once they were somewhat back to normal, she pushed the button and the elevator continued its trip upward. Upon arrival on the fifth floor, she smoothed over her sundress one more time, then exited the elevator, walking down the hallway to her friend’s room.

“I thought you didn’t do mornings,” Ren quietly observed.

“Well, it’s a lady’s prerogative to change her mind,” she smiled.

It starts with him wanting stimulation while surfing the net for porn. I am eager to please him and arouse myself at the same time. I pry his cock from his pants and begin stroking its wonderful tip,

“Take your clothes off ”

I move my hand up and down the length of his shaft, slowy firmly and gradually build up momentum. His cock stiffens within my grip and I reach over and nuzzle at his neck. His right hand on the mouse his left hand creeps under my jumper and begins kneading my breasts. Images of naked couple writhing in pleasure fills the screen, panting and moaning from the pleasure, as he and I begin to quicken the pace and intensity of our fondling. His hand reaches down the back of my pants, as I lean forward and engulf his cock in my mouth. I take him into my mouth and suck and taste him, deeper and deeper, and more determined with each stroke. I taste his flesh and my whole body tingles. His hand now presses firmly on my already dripping cunt, teasing my clit and foincling my entrance, finally he slides a slender finger inside me, I moan and clench my thighs, I am aching to have his cock deep inside me at this moment. I sit up remove my mouth from his cock and kiss him passionately and eagerly. I stand up disrobe and bend over the chair.

“Can I have you inside me?”

Without any words he slides into me, and I gasp with ecstacy. My left hand reaches around his hip graps his buttock and pulls him deeper inside me. My right hand fondles the mouse and desperately flicks from site to site, searching for something that will heighten the already wonderful mood.

“Thats it, just there, more please more”

My body begins to contort, and I lose all ability to skillfully surf for porn, I can feel myself getting closer and closer. My legs contrace, my muscles tighten and I climax with such intensity that my contractions push is cock out of me momentarily. I pant and catch my breath, my skin tingles and I feel released. I re-adjust myself, and bend over again, inviting him to enter me again. He does, and I begin to line up some sexy video footage for us to watch.

“I want you to let yourself go”

He builds up momentum and begins to breath faster, I can feel his cock stiffen and my own intensity beginning to heighten once again. I gasp and feel my body beginning to lose control again. I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies and I climax again, fast and intently. I have just relaxed my mscles and am catching my breathe when I feel his thrusting intensify, his hands grip firmly on my heaps and he thrusts with such verocity that before I realise what is happening, i get in sync with him completely and as he moves towards a momentous orgasm, so do I. We come together, both groaning and panting, in an orgasmic vocal choir we release our tension and enter blissfuls states together.

We collapse togeher on the chair and breathlessly embrace and kiss.

written by simme

Again, for, about, inspired by, created with, my lover P. We both came to this fantasy on IM, and I’ve recreated it here, for P first of all, always, and then for Daniel and Sabrina. And for you, Reader.

This is the sequel to Desire, posted here on 27th June, but you can read this on its own. And our story—P’s and mine—the story behind this story, the mask behind this mask, is at Eros, Logos.
http://www.mycyberaffair.blogspot.com

Your fingers inside me. My mouth opening to your probing tongue, just as my pussy does to your probing fingers. I don’t care that people may see now. But we’re hidden still by the tabletop, not exposed yet. Your hand underneath my skirt, your fingers deliciously probing me through the hole you’ve made in my torn wet pantyhose.
Your fingers burrow into me, and I stifle a gasp, as you mutter to me,
“God, what a tight cunt you have, O.”
Now I can’t hold back my gasp, both of shock at that forbidden word, and delight at your desire for me.
I take a deep breath, and try to keep my voice low, so we’re not overheard, and steady, though it wants to tremble—I say to you, “I want you to fuck it. To fuck me. Please…”
You’ve noticed though that my writhing now is likely to attract attention, that my smothered gasps will not go unnoticed for long, though this pub is dark, and our corner secluded.
You smile, lazily, and say, “I am going to fuck you very hard, O.”

I want to shatter your control. I need to get you somewhere where I can get my hands on you, my mouth…”I’ve wanted you since September” I whisper longingly. I can’t believe that you’re here with me, fingers buried inside me in this public place, the object of so many of my masturbatory fantasies since class started.

“And I’ve wanted to have you. And now–now I will.” you say, and suddenly your fingers leave me, and I’m left open, aching, wet—longing to be filled again. You trace my lips with your wet fingers before devouring my mouth again, both of us tasting my desire for you. I am overwhelmed by the intimacy of the act, and it makes me cream all the more.
You stand up and offer me your hand. I take it, still sticky from being inside me—I don’t know if I can walk, my thighs are trembling so! Yet somehow I do, and in the dark cold street outside you put your arm around me, holding me close to you.

“This way,” I tell you, “not far.” For you know of course that I’d picked our meeting place with this in mind all along. Taking you back to my flat.
We want to kiss in the street. To stop along the way, because as close as my flat is, we are so very hungry for each other. But we both know the risk. Being recognized. What are you doing, out walking like this, with a woman so clearly your student, and dressed so sexily?—So we hurry.
But we do have to stop along the way, once…scanning the street, seeing no university people, you suddenly pull me into the doorway of a closed shop, pushing me up against the door.
God, I can feel how hard you are, pressing against me, kissing me deeply…
And I lose my head. God I need you, right now. With one hand you pull my hands above my head, pinning them to the door, restraining me, and slide your other hand into the deep V of my dress, along my lacy bra, slipping under it, cupping my breast, teasing my nipple, rolling it. I can’t help moaning, you steal my breath away, my nipple springs up hard and aching, like my swollen clit, yearning for your fingers, your tongue…”Not here!” I whimper… “please, someone will see us…” “Yes,” you say, “and if they do, they’ll know what a whore you are, won’t they. They’ll know that you’re my whore…”
Yes.
I am.
And I want to be.

And that’s why, when you let go my wrists, I push you up against the door. I start kissing your neck, and fondling your cock, through your trousers. Cupping your balls and fondling them lovingly.
You lean back against the wall, eyes closed, moaning at my touch. Your cock is twitching in anticipation of what I’m about to do, and I love it.
I kiss you deeply, passionately, my hands on your growing, trapped cock, stroking you through the fabric. And I whisper, “I used to watch you in class, and dream of you fucking my mouth. Did you know that?”
“I dreamt of that,” you say, your voice hoarse. “I had to struggle not to stare at your pretty mouth.”
“And all I could think about, P, was finally doing this,” I say, and I unzip you and slip my hand inside your pants.
Your cock springs up, eagerly welcoming, aching, for my touch at last.
“So hard for you,” you gasp.
“Yes, I love it,” I say, “I love it that you’re hard for me, P,” while one hand reaches inside your pants slyly, to fondle your balls, and I stroke your shaft with the other. Your breath quickens and deepens, just as mine is.
And now I can’t take it any more, I need to be on my knees for you, right here, in the street. I have to have it, now. Even with people driving by who might see, even with people leaving the bars and walking by—I need to be on my knees for you, and I ask you, “Please, P,”—I plead—“can I taste your cock now? Please…” I whisper this in your ear, kissing your neck, my hands stroking you, teasing you.
“Yes O, suck me,” you say hoarsely.
“Swallow my cock”
Your hands caressing my ass now, pulling up my skirt, exposing my ass clad only in torn, wet, sheer black nylon pantyhose. I am exposed, and I don’t care.
I want your cum to run out of me, soaking my pantyhose even more.
“Please, suck me.”
I drop to my knees, and smile up at you, teasingly, seductively, as your hands move to twine in my long hair, to hold it off my face, so you can watch me, watch your cock. Moving in and out of my mouth, shining wet. But first–
Slowly and deliberately I run my tongue just once, up the whole length of your swollen cock, from base to tip, making you gasp.
“Oh, just one thing, ok?,” I say, holding your gaze.
“Yes, anything,” you moan, watching me.
“Promise me you’ll cum harder than you ever have in your life.”

You smile down at me, “ I don’t think I’ll have any choice about that,” you say.
And I wrap my lips around the head of your cock at last, I’m so eager, so desperate to taste you, to have you in my warm wet loving mouth.
I don’t care that we’re exposed like this, that I’m on my knees in this dark street, as you clutch my hair and gasp.
Because I need you. I need to taste your precum…mmm, salty, delicious…I need to taste your cock, feel it on my tongue, filling my mouth, my throat. God it turns me on!
You can’t help thrusting into my mouth.

I can’t tease you, I need you too desperately, and I wrap one arm around your hips, your ass, pulling you into me, encouraging you to thrust, telling you without words to fuck my mouth, my throat. Pushing your hips away, and then pulling you back, encouraging you to take me, to use me.
And you do. And I love it, I love it, I want you to cum, please, let me drink you…I can feel your balls tightening, I know you are already ready, wanting to cum, pour it over my tongue, down my throat. I feel like I could cum from just that, it excites me so terribly! Oh, cum for me lover, let me taste you, please…
But then you stop me. No!
“I want to cum in you, O,”you say, your voice shaking,“Darling, I need desperately to fuck you. Now. Please!”
I’m thrilled and frightened and ashamed, all at once, but how can I possibly say no to you? When I’m so wet, so aching for your cock?
“Yes”, I say, my voice shaking too, I can barely speak, “Yes, now. Please, oh god, please…” I don’t think I can stand, but you help me, I lean against the door, and you pull up my skirt over my hips, exposing me, and you plunge into me, through my torn hose, slamming me against the door. I can’t help crying out, as we fuck savagely, though you slide so smoothly into me, because I’m so fucking wet now. Battering me, your cock sinking so deeply into me, ramming against my cervix, causing me such sweet agony and pleasure, both at once.

And I’m lost, utterly. I don’t care who may see, I don’t care that there are people walking by on the other side of the street, I don’t care that cars are driving down the street, some slowing for a minute, some not, I only want you to not stop, not stop, until you cum in me, hot spurts filling me, and I cum with you.
I don’t care–Because I’m your whore, you’ve made me your whore.

O

I’ll be straight from the start, I enjoy anal sex. I don’t prefer it to vaginal sex, but it is certainly a nice change of pace now and then. That said, I only have only had it with people I trust because not everyone knows how to do it right. I think the main reason other women are so scared of it and say they don’t like it, is they haven’t had the right teacher and don’t know how to communicate when it is causing them pain. Also, some men just don’t deserve it, because they want it to please themselves and don’t think of us, the receivers.

I became sexually active at a young age. My first real boyfriend was five years older then me and had been around some. We were together for nine months and during the time he introduced me to quite a bit. One of his biggest kicks was tying me up and I think it is because of him that I have such a submissive streak in me. I have been working since we split up all of those years ago to break that and be a little more balanced, but I easily fall into that role.

One weekend my parents were away. We typically would have sex at his apartment, because it was just easy - plus, my parents were uncomfortable with me dating a man so much older then me while in high school so he tended not to come around often. For the record, I think we were in love regardless of my parents insisting he was taking advantage of a naive teenager. I’m 21 now and think I am mature enough to look back on my life and recognize that I did care about him.

As I was saying, my parent’s were away and the chance to have a weekend of sex at my house was especially enticing. I have this weird bug that drives me to have sex in every room of a place I live in on every surface. I think it may be a territorial thing and “John” was happy to encourage it. This meant sex in my parent’s bed. I know, some of the readers my feel weird about that, but you need to understand my parents have a four post canopy bed and “John” had a think for ropes and straps, so it made more sense then my or my sister’s postless beds (yes, I did have sex in my sister’s bed - once - I also had sex on her floor - as I said - every surface. It’s a fetish I can’t kick; please don’t hold it against me. And before you ask, no, I am pretty sure she doesn’t know).

“John” never rushed into anything. He was a strong believer in lots of foreplay before sex. He enjoyed teasing me and only giving me half of what I wanted. He had me face down in the pillows, my arms tied up in front of me. My butt thrusting into the air. Two straps wrapped around my thighs making it so I had to stay on my knees and I couldn’t turn over. Two other straps wrapped around my legs and attached me to the post so I couldn’t move forward. I was pretty much stuck.

By this point we had been through a long session of foreplay resulting in me being strapped down. I was very turned on and couldn’t wait for him to slide his cock into my pussy. He commented on how wet I was and how hard my nipples were. He threatened to leave me there all weekend so when my parents came home the next day they would find me. He spanked me a little bit, not something I am always into, but occasionally the stinging feeling accentuates the pulsing between my thighs.

Then he said, “Today we are going to try something else.”

He pulled out his duffle bag full of toys, condoms, rope, scarves and other fun things and pulled out a tube of lube.

He crawled up next to me, petted me on the head and told me he loved me, and then said, “If you are willing, I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”

I was a little nervous; I had heard awful stories about pain and how uncomfortable it was. But I trust “John” so I sucked it up looked at all of the straps and said, “I don’t think I have much of a choice.”

He laughed, kissed me and then said, “No, I guess not. Just let me know if you want me to stop, if it is too much.” Then putting on his false dominant persona said, “Not that you really have the option.”

Moving behind me I felt his tongue on my pussy. He pushed his finger inside of me and using my lubricant slid it up to my rosebud. As he sucked on my click and circled it with his tongue, he slowly pushed his finger in. I clenched tightly on it. I know I gasped. It didn’t hurt. He didn’t move it, just kept his finger there while he licked my pussy. I felt my self relaxing around his finger. Then he slid the finger out and I heard the tube of lube make a squishing noise. The lube was cold as he rubbed it around my puckered butthole. He pushed his finger back into me again, using his other hand to squirt more lubricant on me. He slid it in and out and I found myself enjoying the violation. I heard him stroking himself behind me, probably lubing up his cock. I felt myself relaxing more as he pushed in a second finger. This caused me to ache a little as my ass tried to reject. But I went with the flow, knowing it was what he wanted.

When I started to push back on his fingers he continued to fuck me with them for a little while, then, when he must have felt I was opened up enough he slid them out. I felt the head of his cock on my asshole.

“Be gentle,” I moaned. Then he pushed his head in me and stopped. It made me ache and I know I was tight around him. I regulated my breathing and then he pushed in a little farther. I let out a little “ow” as I felt some pain.

“Are you doing o-kay?” He asked me, I in turn bit my lip and slowly pushed myself backwards, signaling that I wanted more in me. I found myself unable to speak.

He responded by slowly pushing in until I felt his stomach and thighs against my ass. He paused some more, letting me adjust and then started to rock into me. I didn’t move anymore. I just let him build up movement while I became accustomed to his cock in my ass.

He squirted more lube to make sure it was nice and slippery and I felt a new sensation growing around my sphincter, radiating out to my ass cheeks and into my belly. I found myself pushing against him as my hole became looser - more relaxed.

I loved it and I so wanted to rub my clit, but my hands were tied. I couldn’t give my pussy any relief and it frustrated me and made me push against him harder.

His hands were grabbing my hips and I loved the sensation of his body slapping against mine. Then it happened. I felt him tighten up and then let out a grunt, and then inside of me I felt his cock pulsing as my insides filled up with his cum. We never had unprotected vaginal sex because I was too young to risk ruining my life by getting pregnant, but the feeling of him unloading his love juice inside me was overwhelming. Still inside me, I felt him start to unstrap me, when I was loose he flipped me over and placed his face between my legs. It felt so great to be so horny and have him sucking my clit.

I then felt his cum oozing out of me and then he slid his finger in my ass. Now he had two fingers in my ass, using his cum as lubricant. I felt dirty and slutty, but it turned me on so much.

“John” knew his way around a girl’s vagina very well and knew how to hit all of my buttons with his tongue. Soon I was orgasming, my slick asshole squeezing his fingers, my pussy on fire and fireworks going off deep inside me.

I consider myself lucky. “John” was the perfect man to have anal sex with for the first time, because he was respectful (even if I was tied up) and listened to me. We had it again many times.

For the record, I do not recommend having anal sex on a bed that is not your own. There are certain after affects if you are going to do so unprotected and allow your man to unload inside of you. We were able to get the comforter clean before they came home but…yeah…the shower is a good place to start. But always remember, safe sex is best.

This story was written for those that have visited my erotica blog and after reading Molly’s anal experiences inquired about my own.

It was a warm June day. I went to work as usual and worked side by side my co-worker Mr. X. Today was different.

His compliments were more abundant and more sexual. Did he really want what I did, I wondered.

I went to his desk to check a few papers when I felt his hand tickling my leg. I turned my head towards his and gave an approving smile. We waited until we closed the office and opened a bottle of wine. Soon after the sexual energy between us was so intense that we could barely stay calm. He came over behind my chair and whispered in my ear he’d be happy if he feels my breasts. Before I had a chance to agree, he was moving my hair back and sliding his hands under my blouse searching for his treat. His hands were warm. He squeezed my breasts as he lowered his head towards mine. He licked my earlobe and tickled my neck with his nose and lips. Next moment our mouths were interacting with each other; our tongues intertwining.

I was holding on to his hair as I felt one of his hands was no longer in my blouse, but in my panties. He moved in front of me and while still nibbling on my lips he was begun rubbing my bald pussy. I spread my legs wider and let him come closer to me. His fingers were now deeper, and deeper.

Suddenly he made a few steps back. I wondered if this was all. He then moved all the papers away from his desk and invited me over. As I unbuttoned his pants he pushed me back to lay on the desk. He lifted my skirt and took my underwear off, then started probing my pussy with his fingers harder and with the other hand he was pinching my nipples. I was ready for more; I needed more. I pushed him back on the chair behind him, bent on my knees and grabbed hold of his cock. I sucked it deep as he was holding my hair. I moved a bit to the side so he can reach my pussy with his skillful hands again. The moaning increased by the instant.

I wanted him now to mount me. We moved to the floor where he first spread my legs wide and buried his head in my pussy. With each lick of my clit my heartbeat went wilder. Then he bit me for a tease and moved so he can slide his cock inside me. Pressing me with his body and placing his hand on my mouth to keep me from screaming he begun moving in and out, back and forth…Just when I would be almost ready, he’d calm down to tease me more. Then he started moving faster and heavier on me. And then he stopped. I could feel his breathing and his head resting for a moment on my shoulder.
In a few minutes we got up, cleaned up and went to our homes.

This lovely happy hour occurred a few times after this, different and yet equally powerful.