"Come on upstairs when you get a second…" I asked her.

A few minutes later she walked through the doorway very casually with just the smallest bit of wine in her glass. “What’s up?” She asked with an innocence in her voice. she really had no idea what I was about to do.

"Close the door behind you." I said suggestively. Her eyes reacted slighly suggesting that she knew I intended to take things in a more sexaul direction from our night of wine and movies.

She closed the door, but then also carefull let down the blinds. She would never start any kind of “fooling around” until they were closed. She had this fear of being watched. Shit, she even got self-conscious when she thought we were getting loud, well until I got her really excited, then all her fears came out and she would yell and moan and ask to be spanked real hard. No one knew she was my dirty girl and she loved it that way.

Tonight would be different however.

"Go put on that skirt I love." She knew the one. It was really short and suggestive. She only wore it over leggings or something else. She was the kind of girl who wore a t-shirt over her bikini. That was just the way she was.

When was was finished changing I told her to come to me. She stood in front of me looking down, as I was sitting on the bed, peering into my eyes.

"Bend over my knee."I said sternly.

She hesitated for a second, maybe this wasn’t the game she wanted to play tonight, bt I loved bringout it out of her and knew the challenge would be even more fun.

"Bend over my knee. You have been bad." I repeated more forcefully.

"Uh-ok. Just baby don’t hurt me."

"Shh…" I lifted my right hand up in the air and she flinched expecting a firm whack on her ass. Instead I reached for something on the night table.

Her eyes narrowed inquistively as she saw me open up my cell phone and begin to dial a number. She began to hesitate but, agian, I shushed her.”

Her breath drew short and she got really still. She was listening intently.

I grabbed a creit card and punched in the information. Between that and a dinstinct voice on the phone advertising their services she realized I had just called a phone-sex line.

She began to question, or protest I really don’t know because I shushed her again.

Finally, a voice on the other line.

I began to speak, “Hi this is daddy. I have your sister here. She’s been very naughty, but won’t tell me what she’s done. I was hoping you could fill in the blanks.”

I was going to post a new story tonight, but then I came across this photo and it reminded me of a story I wrote long ago (which was posted on another site). Enjoy!
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The Office Voyeur
It was lunchtime and he was sitting with the usual crew and they were discussing the usual topics. He nodded at the right times, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the drama of professional sports, but really he hated sitting with these guys and he especially hated pro sports, and they hadn’t the slightest clue at his hidden contempt! He didn’t know what team they were talking about, but even if he did he probably wouldn’t know what sport they played. His mind was focused elsewhere. He was watching her again. He did this from time to time, though much more as of late. He couldn’t help but stare and dream. The centerpiece of his lunch was his boss.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and thin, with long dark wavy hair and she was in charge. She ran this place not by looks, but by force. Her personality was strong, but to him her beauty was stronger.
Every morning he would find an excuse to get up and walk by her just to get a close up. She dressed conservatively, but stylishly. He loved when she wore skirts - and she wore them very often - because she had the longest sleekest legs that were always covered in nylons and ended at matching high heels. He constantly thought about what it would be like to be lucky enough to have her legs resting on his shoulders…
She was Creole. Her skin was a beautiful almond color and her facial features were slightly sharp with big beautiful lips, but her most distinguishing characteristic was her ass that jutted out, grabbing everyone’s attention. One would expect someone with her slim build to have a much smaller flatter ass, but hers stuck out everywhere and it was so tight.
She stood by another table talking to a co-worker. She leaned on the table with one hand while she listened to him talk arms flailing about as he was trying to explain something very precisely. Maybe she was bored or maybe just fidgety but her legs kept swaying back and forth and rubbing together. His eyes burned holes through her nylons as her legs danced for him.
“… ain’t that right Jack?” Suddenly he was patted on the shoulder and the whole group was looking at him. Half the faces were waiting for an obvious response, the other half seemed irate at him already for something he wasn’t even sure he should say.
“Um..” he cleared his throat, “… it’s a tough call but I’d have to agree with you on that one.”
There was an uproar. Apparently he started World War III. When he looked back she was gone. DAMN! Pissed off, he got up quickly and slammed his fist on the table and said matter-of-factly, “Fuck you guys.”
He walked away without looking back. Behind him someone remarked, “Now that’s a guy who takes sports a little too seriously.” and everyone chuckled.
He sat back down in his cubicle and pounded away on the keyboard, unfocused and working purely on instinct. There was a lot of work to be done and his deadline was fast approaching but none of that concerned him now. His feelings were fueled by his raging hard-on and the urge to fuck the next piece of ass that walked by.
He ducked out early and hit the bar across the street, drowning his anger and numbing his hornyness slightly. The bartended didn’t ask what was wrong and he didn’t say. They just continued to serve and tip well for a few hours.
It was now8 o’clockand he was feeling pretty buzzed and a bit more level headed. He left the bar and stood out in the brisk night air for a few minutes gathering his thoughts. That was when he realized he had left his disk at work. He was hoping to get some work done tonight so he wouldn’t have to crunch so much right before the deadline. What was he to do? He had just finished his last book and there was nothing left to read that hadn’t already been read. He didn’t have a t.v. in his apartment and frankly he was feeling like he spent WAY too much time already browsing internet porn. That work was the only thing he could do to not completely waste the night away.
He made his way back into the office, which was luckily still open. The janitor had already cleaned his floor, so when he got off the elevator the office was dark and empty. He meandered through the maze of 9-5 prison cells and stopped at his. His desk was a bit messy and there were blue and black pens everywhere, usually without their caps. On the particleboard wall in front there was taped a picture from the movie Office Space and the following quote: “I hear you’ve been missing a lot of work lately?” –“I wouldn’t say I’ve been missing it, Bob!”
He grabbed the disk and turned back the way he came. Then he stopped. He turned around again, this time going past his cubicle. Row after row of this white collar zoo passed him by on his way to the door at the end. He stood before her door and nervously glanced around making sure he was alone. Then he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, looking back again as if maybe his crime had been detected. When he was sufficiently convinced no one was hiding, just waiting to jump out and yell “What the hell are you doing?!” he entered her office. Though the room was dark he could make out the silhouettes of the furniture from the street light that came through the blinds.
He walked slowly across the room toward her desk, still unsure of what exactly he was doing. Pulling down a blind on the window behind her desk he looked out to the street. There were people many floors down going about their lives completely unaware they were being watched. He turned, uninterested and pulled out her queen size black leather chair on wheels. His body sunk in comfortably, the material contouring to his shape. This was a very nice chair. He bet she spent a few hundred bucks just on this chair.
He took a minute to just relax in her chair, reclining back and putting himself in her place. The top drawer was not locked so it opened upon his command. Inside was a helter-skelter collection of pens, paperclips, sticky notes, and random coins. ‘Boring’. The top right drawer and the ones below it were locked. ‘Fuck’. To his luck however, the top left drawer was cracked open. It slid out revealing a half consumed bottle of gin. ‘Good taste’. It was a brand he too was familiar with. He used to drink gin on the rocks while working on his Master’s thesis, and if it wasn’t for the gin he may not have that thesis today thanks to how boring spending 18 waking hours in a library was.
So far his exploration had become very anti-climatic so he turned on the monitor thinking he could just browse around quickly and see if there was anything good. The default Windows XP wallpaper greeted him. Media Player was minimized, every other program had been closed. It seems that she likes jazz. Her collection was a tribute to Miles Davis, Bill Evans, John Coltrane, and Duke Ellington. He liked jazz too, maybe they had more in common than he thought. He’d have to remember that next time he wanted to break the ice.
Outlook was the horse he was betting on, though did he really want to violate her privacy that much? He could get up and leave right now because if he were caught you can bet your ass he would lose his job.
The subjects of her e-mail were business oriented: “Team meeting”, “Payroll forms for new quarter”, “Meeting our goal of increased productivity”, “Re: Vacation time”… The list went on like this throughout most of her couple hundred messages. He scanned the list of senders looking for an address that came from a domain that wasn’t associated with the business.
Did he ever smile when he found SxyLver@yahoomail00.com. Practically jumping out of his chair he clicked on the message dated over two months ago. It read:
The other night you opened my mind to a whole new side of naughty that I never imagined. I dreamed about the dirty road you took me down and woke up wanting more. Please tell me I can see you soon. I know to stay away from the house, I don’t want to cause problems with my brother but you must think of another place we can rendezvous and just soak in each others love. I need to hear the echoes of my name being screamed reverberate throughout another mall bathroom, or maybe this time an empty movie theatre, or parking garage, or subway train. I crave your touch and I miss your warm tender pussy caressing my every stroke. Please call me SOON!
He just stared at the screen, not blinking, unable to move or think. Images of his hot boss being fucked in a mall bathroom by her boyfriend’s brother pushed out everything else. He didn’t even know that she had a boyfriend. When the immediate shock wore off he frantically searched through the rest of her messages for that address like a kid at Christmas not wanting to wait for the next present.
The idea that she probably deleted the other messages to cover her trail didn’t even cross his mind. He got to the bottom and went back up thinking he must have skipped over it in his rush. Fate you are a cruel tormentor. The mouse jittered under his hand and he began swearing to himself quietly. Panic struck his addiction when he realized there were no more messages. He couldn’t be done already; he didn’t even get his fix.
“Think Goddamit!” barking loudly into the empty night.
He twitched in his chair and tapped his foot uncontrollably. Suddenly BANG! It sounded like he punched the desk, but no. He noticed the tab that read ‘outbox’ and overcome with victory accidentally slammed his knee under her desk.
The last message she had sent today was to her mister:
Boss wants to talk over Chinese. Meet me at the office around8:30, SHARP and I’ll show you more of my dark side. Come ready to please me.
The little clock on the task bar read8:14. SHIT! He closed out of Outlook and shut off the monitor, just in time to hear the elevator ding. FUCK! His brain was jelly. What possible excuse could he have for being here?
Footsteps were now and forever going to be one of those sounds, like a dentists drill, or a cracking belt, that immediately make him shudder. They echoed through his head like a ticking clock to a death row inmate, exposing his fear, shame and mortality. Her silhouette was barely visible and he still had no escape plan. She reached the door, turned on the light and walked straight to her desk. She dropped her purse on top and plopped down into her chair. Her computer turned on and she began to check her inbox. Her dark green high-heels tickled at his nose, threatening to give him away. His body responded by crunching further into a contortionist position. With his chin on his knees and his arms around his legs her felt packed into an overhead luggage compartment on a plane.
The rigid silence melted away with the romantic swooning of Miles’ trumpet. She began to chuckle and talk to herself quietly. “Ooh, you bad boy! I am so gonna teach you a lesson when you get your hot little ass down here. Mmm… The things I want to do…”
His view was the only up-side to this whole predicament. Her silky smooth legs were inches away from him, and if he wanted to he could just reach out and caress, just run his tongue up her leg and back down again. The opening to her skirt was perfectly at eye level, revealing a narrow black thong that covered almost nothing. He could see her pussy lips poking out both sides, they were luscious and juicy and he wanted to feed…
The fabric of her skirt receded to the demands of her fingers, inching their way down to her crotch. She pushed back slightly in her chair, getting very comfortable and spreading her legs as far as the skirt would allow. She let out a subdued moan and he went bug-eyed.
Here he was hidden under his bosses desk catching her masturbate inches away from his face! No fantasy he ever had of her was this far out. The situation was too unreal to believe yet too personal to deny.
Her fingers were now playfully rubbing her clit and he could smell her sweet aroma. Moans grew louder and louder and she started rocking back and forth in her chair, fucking her fantasy man.
“Oh yeah baby, fuck me like the bull you are. C’mon you know how I want it. Yeah , yeah. ALL of it. Tear me apart, c’mon baby FUCK ME!”
With a youthful eagerness her other hand shot down her skirt and started finger fucking her dripping wet hole. He could see two then three fingers arching their way in and out, giving momentum to the furious tapping of her clit. His dick hardened to concrete and demanded attention; however he could barely move let alone whip it out and masturbate.
“Uh, uh. YEAH! Pound me harder! Oh-Faster! Y-Yeah. C’mon. Is that all you’ve got? I’m not some fucking little girl, fuck me like a woman!”
Shock smacked him in the face, sure her attitude and tone was still bossy, but holy-shit, he couldn’t believe this woman who carried herself with so much professionalism and self-respect could be so smutty.
“Oh God! You’re so fucking big it hurts! Oh yeah. Hurt me some more.”
He watched her legs begin to twitch and her hands move in a blur, revealing that she was climaxing.
Suddenly the elevator binged and she shot upright and fixed herself. Her harsh breathing sounded over the muted trumpet solo making for a very sexy sound track. She struck a sexy pose and waited for her man to enter.
“Stop.” She demanded as soon as he reached her office. “Good. Now, drop the pants.”
He heard a zip then a plop as he watched her long smooth legs rub against each other. Her eagerness came through in her fidgetiness.
“Now the shirt big boy. Nice and slow.”
Stuck between revealing himself and waiting to be caught he wasn’t sure which would be worse. He could only imagine this big jacked guy pounding the everlasting shit out of him after someone’s leg bumped into him causing quite the surprise to these two secret lovers. Pins and needles were already starting to prick his legs and he wondered how long they’d be at it. He could very well be here for hours.
Aroused by the show, her hand reached down, this time hiking up the skirt and sliding in through the bottom. Knees buckled as she hit her clitoris and her body fell back in the chair.
“Now the boxers.”
Her legs flailed wildly as her fingers dipped in and out of her pussy.
Fingers pulled annoying at his button fly, trying to make the best of the situation. Getting the zipper down would require the skills of a trained professional, and he didn’t even want to think about how the hell he could possibly masturbate himself with his dick hidden under his belly pressed firmly against legs.
“Good. Now stroke that snake. I want see it in action.”
All at once she kicked off her heels and pulled her panties off. She adjusted the skirt so that it went around her waist like a hoola-hoop. From his angle he could only see her unbutton the bottom two buttons of her blouse, but he could see it open and slide off her delicate arms revealing the most beautiful and flattest stomach he’d ever seen in person. Her belly button winked at him as she bent forward for a second.
“I’d kill for a glimpse at those tits.” he thought.
The chair slid back and she stood up and turned sideways; then gave her ass a hard smack.
“Do you want to fuck me from behind, up against this desk?” she asked demandingly.
“Oh hell yeah!” he responded. His voice was strong and deep, giving the impression that he was a big man.
The other man in the room ran over to where she was and pushed up against her back and ass with his  body, teasing her ass with his erect dick. The voyeur could only see huge dark brown balls swinging back and forth and calf muscles made of iron. Now he was intimidated as fuck. This guy would twist him into a pretzel and break him in half were he to be caught.
“Oh yeah. Squeeze my tit.”
She moaned approvingly and then like the crack of a whip his hand spanked her firm ass making her scream out loud. Their bodies were pressed hard against the desk, his legs spreading hers wide. The desk shook and their bodies rocked back and forth.
“Fuck me. Fuck me NOW! God I need your dick. Fill me up, fill me up all the way.”
There was some moving and adjusting and the voyeur caught a glimpse of a porn star sized dick in the hands of the man who was about to fuck his boss a foot away from him. The head disappeared inside her aching vagina and was soon followed by the remaining inches. She let out a long “Aaaaaaaah!” as he must be stretching her pussy wide in a painful pleasure.
There was no foreplay, no slow gradual start, their bodies slammed against another, sweaty flesh smacking against each other and that suction cup sound “kwapp”. An earthquake of love shook the desk, threatening to come down on his head.
“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah AAAAAAAHH.”
His strokes were long and fast, setting ablaze the nerves in her pussy. The voyeur just watched her knees cave in and her body lift up off the floor so that she was resting her belly on the desk. He repositioned himself because many body parts were already asleep and he could barely feel his legs or ass. His elbow bumped against his cell phone and a terrifying thought crossed his mind. What if someone called him, right now? Quickly he dug like a madman into his pockets and fumbled getting it out. He turned the ringer off and wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead.
The affair before him was less the forbidden tenderness he imagined love affairs being and was more like every hardcore porn he had seen. Her upper half rested on the desk and her knees were bent up and he was holding her feet as he rammed into her. They fucked so hard that the veins on the other guy’s legs were popping out. Bam! Slam! The desk jumped and rocked.
“Oh yeah! You’re gonna make me cum!”
Smack! A palm hit her bare ass; he could only imagine how red it must be.
“Again!”
Smack!
“O-oooh. I’m so close!”
Smack!
Smack!
“a-AHH!”
“Whats my name?!” He yelled forcefully.
“Mmmaartin! Maaaaaarrtin! OOOOOOOhhh Maaaaaaarrrrrtin!” His name reverberated throughout the entire office in her throes of ecstasy.
He stepped back and she flopped off the desk, still not having control over her muscles. Stroking his long brown dick hard and fast he grabbed her by the hair, she fixed herself upon her knees (enough that the voyeur had a slight side view of the scene). She clenched his still arm, holding herself up and waiting for what was to come next.
He jacked off for another minute and then said, “Close your eyes.”
His body stiffened, he even went up slightly on the tips of his toes, and with a final thrust around the swelled up head of his cock he shot a massive sticky load all over her face. Cum rushed down and dripped onto her breasts, leaving her covered in his ooze. She licked around her lips and uttered, “You are amazing.”
It wasn’t much longer before the two of them had left the building, with their libido’s taken care of they were thinking with their brains and she didn’t want to loose her job.
The voyeur was still crunched under the desk in the office that smelled like sex, eyes unblinking and a smile on his face. All he could think was, “I’m so glad I spent the extra $50 and got a camera phone.”

I was going to post a new story tonight, but then I came across this photo and it reminded me of a story I wrote long ago (which was posted on another site). Enjoy!

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The Office Voyeur

It was lunchtime and he was sitting with the usual crew and they were discussing the usual topics. He nodded at the right times, pretending to be deeply engrossed in the drama of professional sports, but really he hated sitting with these guys and he especially hated pro sports, and they hadn’t the slightest clue at his hidden contempt! He didn’t know what team they were talking about, but even if he did he probably wouldn’t know what sport they played. His mind was focused elsewhere. He was watching her again. He did this from time to time, though much more as of late. He couldn’t help but stare and dream. The centerpiece of his lunch was his boss.

She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. She was tall and thin, with long dark wavy hair and she was in charge. She ran this place not by looks, but by force. Her personality was strong, but to him her beauty was stronger.

Every morning he would find an excuse to get up and walk by her just to get a close up. She dressed conservatively, but stylishly. He loved when she wore skirts - and she wore them very often - because she had the longest sleekest legs that were always covered in nylons and ended at matching high heels. He constantly thought about what it would be like to be lucky enough to have her legs resting on his shoulders…

She was Creole. Her skin was a beautiful almond color and her facial features were slightly sharp with big beautiful lips, but her most distinguishing characteristic was her ass that jutted out, grabbing everyone’s attention. One would expect someone with her slim build to have a much smaller flatter ass, but hers stuck out everywhere and it was so tight.

She stood by another table talking to a co-worker. She leaned on the table with one hand while she listened to him talk arms flailing about as he was trying to explain something very precisely. Maybe she was bored or maybe just fidgety but her legs kept swaying back and forth and rubbing together. His eyes burned holes through her nylons as her legs danced for him.

“… ain’t that right Jack?” Suddenly he was patted on the shoulder and the whole group was looking at him. Half the faces were waiting for an obvious response, the other half seemed irate at him already for something he wasn’t even sure he should say.

“Um..” he cleared his throat, “… it’s a tough call but I’d have to agree with you on that one.”

There was an uproar. Apparently he started World War III. When he looked back she was gone. DAMN! Pissed off, he got up quickly and slammed his fist on the table and said matter-of-factly, “Fuck you guys.”

He walked away without looking back. Behind him someone remarked, “Now that’s a guy who takes sports a little too seriously.” and everyone chuckled.

He sat back down in his cubicle and pounded away on the keyboard, unfocused and working purely on instinct. There was a lot of work to be done and his deadline was fast approaching but none of that concerned him now. His feelings were fueled by his raging hard-on and the urge to fuck the next piece of ass that walked by.

He ducked out early and hit the bar across the street, drowning his anger and numbing his hornyness slightly. The bartended didn’t ask what was wrong and he didn’t say. They just continued to serve and tip well for a few hours.

It was now8 o’clockand he was feeling pretty buzzed and a bit more level headed. He left the bar and stood out in the brisk night air for a few minutes gathering his thoughts. That was when he realized he had left his disk at work. He was hoping to get some work done tonight so he wouldn’t have to crunch so much right before the deadline. What was he to do? He had just finished his last book and there was nothing left to read that hadn’t already been read. He didn’t have a t.v. in his apartment and frankly he was feeling like he spent WAY too much time already browsing internet porn. That work was the only thing he could do to not completely waste the night away.

He made his way back into the office, which was luckily still open. The janitor had already cleaned his floor, so when he got off the elevator the office was dark and empty. He meandered through the maze of 9-5 prison cells and stopped at his. His desk was a bit messy and there were blue and black pens everywhere, usually without their caps. On the particleboard wall in front there was taped a picture from the movie Office Space and the following quote: “I hear you’ve been missing a lot of work lately?” –“I wouldn’t say I’ve been missing it, Bob!”

He grabbed the disk and turned back the way he came. Then he stopped. He turned around again, this time going past his cubicle. Row after row of this white collar zoo passed him by on his way to the door at the end. He stood before her door and nervously glanced around making sure he was alone. Then he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open, looking back again as if maybe his crime had been detected. When he was sufficiently convinced no one was hiding, just waiting to jump out and yell “What the hell are you doing?!” he entered her office. Though the room was dark he could make out the silhouettes of the furniture from the street light that came through the blinds.

He walked slowly across the room toward her desk, still unsure of what exactly he was doing. Pulling down a blind on the window behind her desk he looked out to the street. There were people many floors down going about their lives completely unaware they were being watched. He turned, uninterested and pulled out her queen size black leather chair on wheels. His body sunk in comfortably, the material contouring to his shape. This was a very nice chair. He bet she spent a few hundred bucks just on this chair.

He took a minute to just relax in her chair, reclining back and putting himself in her place. The top drawer was not locked so it opened upon his command. Inside was a helter-skelter collection of pens, paperclips, sticky notes, and random coins. ‘Boring’. The top right drawer and the ones below it were locked. ‘Fuck’. To his luck however, the top left drawer was cracked open. It slid out revealing a half consumed bottle of gin. ‘Good taste’. It was a brand he too was familiar with. He used to drink gin on the rocks while working on his Master’s thesis, and if it wasn’t for the gin he may not have that thesis today thanks to how boring spending 18 waking hours in a library was.

So far his exploration had become very anti-climatic so he turned on the monitor thinking he could just browse around quickly and see if there was anything good. The default Windows XP wallpaper greeted him. Media Player was minimized, every other program had been closed. It seems that she likes jazz. Her collection was a tribute to Miles Davis, Bill Evans, John Coltrane, and Duke Ellington. He liked jazz too, maybe they had more in common than he thought. He’d have to remember that next time he wanted to break the ice.

Outlook was the horse he was betting on, though did he really want to violate her privacy that much? He could get up and leave right now because if he were caught you can bet your ass he would lose his job.

The subjects of her e-mail were business oriented: “Team meeting”, “Payroll forms for new quarter”, “Meeting our goal of increased productivity”, “Re: Vacation time”… The list went on like this throughout most of her couple hundred messages. He scanned the list of senders looking for an address that came from a domain that wasn’t associated with the business.

Did he ever smile when he found SxyLver@yahoomail00.com. Practically jumping out of his chair he clicked on the message dated over two months ago. It read:

The other night you opened my mind to a whole new side of naughty that I never imagined. I dreamed about the dirty road you took me down and woke up wanting more. Please tell me I can see you soon. I know to stay away from the house, I don’t want to cause problems with my brother but you must think of another place we can rendezvous and just soak in each others love. I need to hear the echoes of my name being screamed reverberate throughout another mall bathroom, or maybe this time an empty movie theatre, or parking garage, or subway train. I crave your touch and I miss your warm tender pussy caressing my every stroke. Please call me SOON!

He just stared at the screen, not blinking, unable to move or think. Images of his hot boss being fucked in a mall bathroom by her boyfriend’s brother pushed out everything else. He didn’t even know that she had a boyfriend. When the immediate shock wore off he frantically searched through the rest of her messages for that address like a kid at Christmas not wanting to wait for the next present.

The idea that she probably deleted the other messages to cover her trail didn’t even cross his mind. He got to the bottom and went back up thinking he must have skipped over it in his rush. Fate you are a cruel tormentor. The mouse jittered under his hand and he began swearing to himself quietly. Panic struck his addiction when he realized there were no more messages. He couldn’t be done already; he didn’t even get his fix.

“Think Goddamit!” barking loudly into the empty night.

He twitched in his chair and tapped his foot uncontrollably. Suddenly BANG! It sounded like he punched the desk, but no. He noticed the tab that read ‘outbox’ and overcome with victory accidentally slammed his knee under her desk.

The last message she had sent today was to her mister:

Boss wants to talk over Chinese. Meet me at the office around8:30, SHARP and I’ll show you more of my dark side. Come ready to please me.

The little clock on the task bar read8:14. SHIT! He closed out of Outlook and shut off the monitor, just in time to hear the elevator ding. FUCK! His brain was jelly. What possible excuse could he have for being here?

Footsteps were now and forever going to be one of those sounds, like a dentists drill, or a cracking belt, that immediately make him shudder. They echoed through his head like a ticking clock to a death row inmate, exposing his fear, shame and mortality. Her silhouette was barely visible and he still had no escape plan. She reached the door, turned on the light and walked straight to her desk. She dropped her purse on top and plopped down into her chair. Her computer turned on and she began to check her inbox. Her dark green high-heels tickled at his nose, threatening to give him away. His body responded by crunching further into a contortionist position. With his chin on his knees and his arms around his legs her felt packed into an overhead luggage compartment on a plane.

The rigid silence melted away with the romantic swooning of Miles’ trumpet. She began to chuckle and talk to herself quietly. “Ooh, you bad boy! I am so gonna teach you a lesson when you get your hot little ass down here. Mmm… The things I want to do…”

His view was the only up-side to this whole predicament. Her silky smooth legs were inches away from him, and if he wanted to he could just reach out and caress, just run his tongue up her leg and back down again. The opening to her skirt was perfectly at eye level, revealing a narrow black thong that covered almost nothing. He could see her pussy lips poking out both sides, they were luscious and juicy and he wanted to feed…

The fabric of her skirt receded to the demands of her fingers, inching their way down to her crotch. She pushed back slightly in her chair, getting very comfortable and spreading her legs as far as the skirt would allow. She let out a subdued moan and he went bug-eyed.

Here he was hidden under his bosses desk catching her masturbate inches away from his face! No fantasy he ever had of her was this far out. The situation was too unreal to believe yet too personal to deny.

Her fingers were now playfully rubbing her clit and he could smell her sweet aroma. Moans grew louder and louder and she started rocking back and forth in her chair, fucking her fantasy man.

“Oh yeah baby, fuck me like the bull you are. C’mon you know how I want it. Yeah , yeah. ALL of it. Tear me apart, c’mon baby FUCK ME!”

With a youthful eagerness her other hand shot down her skirt and started finger fucking her dripping wet hole. He could see two then three fingers arching their way in and out, giving momentum to the furious tapping of her clit. His dick hardened to concrete and demanded attention; however he could barely move let alone whip it out and masturbate.

“Uh, uh. YEAH! Pound me harder! Oh-Faster! Y-Yeah. C’mon. Is that all you’ve got? I’m not some fucking little girl, fuck me like a woman!”

Shock smacked him in the face, sure her attitude and tone was still bossy, but holy-shit, he couldn’t believe this woman who carried herself with so much professionalism and self-respect could be so smutty.

“Oh God! You’re so fucking big it hurts! Oh yeah. Hurt me some more.”

He watched her legs begin to twitch and her hands move in a blur, revealing that she was climaxing.

Suddenly the elevator binged and she shot upright and fixed herself. Her harsh breathing sounded over the muted trumpet solo making for a very sexy sound track. She struck a sexy pose and waited for her man to enter.

“Stop.” She demanded as soon as he reached her office. “Good. Now, drop the pants.”

He heard a zip then a plop as he watched her long smooth legs rub against each other. Her eagerness came through in her fidgetiness.

“Now the shirt big boy. Nice and slow.”

Stuck between revealing himself and waiting to be caught he wasn’t sure which would be worse. He could only imagine this big jacked guy pounding the everlasting shit out of him after someone’s leg bumped into him causing quite the surprise to these two secret lovers. Pins and needles were already starting to prick his legs and he wondered how long they’d be at it. He could very well be here for hours.

Aroused by the show, her hand reached down, this time hiking up the skirt and sliding in through the bottom. Knees buckled as she hit her clitoris and her body fell back in the chair.

“Now the boxers.”

Her legs flailed wildly as her fingers dipped in and out of her pussy.

Fingers pulled annoying at his button fly, trying to make the best of the situation. Getting the zipper down would require the skills of a trained professional, and he didn’t even want to think about how the hell he could possibly masturbate himself with his dick hidden under his belly pressed firmly against legs.

“Good. Now stroke that snake. I want see it in action.”

All at once she kicked off her heels and pulled her panties off. She adjusted the skirt so that it went around her waist like a hoola-hoop. From his angle he could only see her unbutton the bottom two buttons of her blouse, but he could see it open and slide off her delicate arms revealing the most beautiful and flattest stomach he’d ever seen in person. Her belly button winked at him as she bent forward for a second.

“I’d kill for a glimpse at those tits.” he thought.

The chair slid back and she stood up and turned sideways; then gave her ass a hard smack.

“Do you want to fuck me from behind, up against this desk?” she asked demandingly.

“Oh hell yeah!” he responded. His voice was strong and deep, giving the impression that he was a big man.

The other man in the room ran over to where she was and pushed up against her back and ass with his  body, teasing her ass with his erect dick. The voyeur could only see huge dark brown balls swinging back and forth and calf muscles made of iron. Now he was intimidated as fuck. This guy would twist him into a pretzel and break him in half were he to be caught.

“Oh yeah. Squeeze my tit.”

She moaned approvingly and then like the crack of a whip his hand spanked her firm ass making her scream out loud. Their bodies were pressed hard against the desk, his legs spreading hers wide. The desk shook and their bodies rocked back and forth.

“Fuck me. Fuck me NOW! God I need your dick. Fill me up, fill me up all the way.”

There was some moving and adjusting and the voyeur caught a glimpse of a porn star sized dick in the hands of the man who was about to fuck his boss a foot away from him. The head disappeared inside her aching vagina and was soon followed by the remaining inches. She let out a long “Aaaaaaaah!” as he must be stretching her pussy wide in a painful pleasure.

There was no foreplay, no slow gradual start, their bodies slammed against another, sweaty flesh smacking against each other and that suction cup sound “kwapp”. An earthquake of love shook the desk, threatening to come down on his head.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah AAAAAAAHH.”

His strokes were long and fast, setting ablaze the nerves in her pussy. The voyeur just watched her knees cave in and her body lift up off the floor so that she was resting her belly on the desk. He repositioned himself because many body parts were already asleep and he could barely feel his legs or ass. His elbow bumped against his cell phone and a terrifying thought crossed his mind. What if someone called him, right now? Quickly he dug like a madman into his pockets and fumbled getting it out. He turned the ringer off and wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead.

The affair before him was less the forbidden tenderness he imagined love affairs being and was more like every hardcore porn he had seen. Her upper half rested on the desk and her knees were bent up and he was holding her feet as he rammed into her. They fucked so hard that the veins on the other guy’s legs were popping out. Bam! Slam! The desk jumped and rocked.

“Oh yeah! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Smack! A palm hit her bare ass; he could only imagine how red it must be.

“Again!”

Smack!

“O-oooh. I’m so close!”

Smack!

Smack!

“a-AHH!”

“Whats my name?!” He yelled forcefully.

“Mmmaartin! Maaaaaarrtin! OOOOOOOhhh Maaaaaaarrrrrtin!” His name reverberated throughout the entire office in her throes of ecstasy.

He stepped back and she flopped off the desk, still not having control over her muscles. Stroking his long brown dick hard and fast he grabbed her by the hair, she fixed herself upon her knees (enough that the voyeur had a slight side view of the scene). She clenched his still arm, holding herself up and waiting for what was to come next.

He jacked off for another minute and then said, “Close your eyes.”

His body stiffened, he even went up slightly on the tips of his toes, and with a final thrust around the swelled up head of his cock he shot a massive sticky load all over her face. Cum rushed down and dripped onto her breasts, leaving her covered in his ooze. She licked around her lips and uttered, “You are amazing.”

It wasn’t much longer before the two of them had left the building, with their libido’s taken care of they were thinking with their brains and she didn’t want to loose her job.

The voyeur was still crunched under the desk in the office that smelled like sex, eyes unblinking and a smile on his face. All he could think was, “I’m so glad I spent the extra $50 and got a camera phone.”

She’s Not Really My Cousin

I posted this story some years ago on another site. It got some good reviews then, I’m hoping it will get some good reviews here too. Enjoy!

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When they were younger she wanted to be called Sam. She was such a tomboy back then, always hanging out with the guys and trying to prove just how tough and cool she was. They were the best of friends up until about ninth grade when they both began coming into themselves and growing apart. She became a bit more girly and he became SO awkward around her. Eventually their time became limited to occasional get-togethers that their parents dragged them to and birthday parties. His mother had been the bridesmaid in her parents wedding, so their families were very close. They were so close that his mom made him call her mother Auntie Rita. In fact, up until Junior High he didn’t even know that they weren’t related. By the time of High School graduation he hadn’t seen her in months and was actually trying to avoid having to go to her graduation party so he found excuses where he could and before he knew it college was reality.

It was a warm early-September morning, the sunlight peaked in through his shades and he rustled around a while trying to fall back to sleep. Click, click, clackity-clack, click. The sound of his roommate on his computer was the only obstacle between him and sleeping tillnoon. Reluctantly he rolled out of bed, giving up any hope of being lazy on the last day before classes.

“Morning!” His roommate greeted him, way to enthusiastically for what time it was.

“…yeah…” he sorta grumbled thinking that this may not be a good year for staying up late.

He did some stretches to try to get the blood pumping through his body.

“So what’re your plans today?” the early bird asked nosily.

“Ummm… I don’t know, walk around for a while and maybe meet some people. There’s gotta be some of my kinda people around here. Last night was so boring. Those guys from our floor are like walking stereotypes. Every one of them was way too into computers, Star Trek, the Hobbit, and RPG’s. I need to go meet some people with my tastes.”

“What’s that?”

“You know, someone who can appreciate a good jam band and owns a water bong.”

“Ooh. Those types. I didn’t think those types went to college. I thought they stayed in their parent’s basement unemployed and stoned for another ten years until their parents threaten to break their Phish albums.”

He just shook his head and kept quiet. If he’s gonna share a room with this kid it will be in their best interest to not fight over silly things. The roommate closed his laptop and opened up a book. He just sat there on his bed looking out his window, thinking about life, and wondering who he could buy a bag from before the night was over.

The room was very quiet for a while, until the phone rang and both kids almost jumped out of their seats. He jumped up and grabbed it quickly, thinking that it might be one of his boys, maybe in the neighborhood and looking to go for a “ride”.

“Yeah?” he spoke hopefully.

“Oh wow! Hi. Didn’t expect you to call me. How’d you get this number?”

“That figures, she’s always trying to get us to hang out.”

“No. It’s no bother. I was totally awake and just thinking about what I’m going to do today.”

“No. No, I’m not busy at all actually, just the opposite.”

“Tonight? Yeah I’m free. But I don’t see why, I thought you were out of state now. Miss Ivy League, right?”

“Oh, shit I’m sorry. That sucks. Well your mom does have point about cost though. Plus you can always transfer after a couple years and still get your degree from there.”

“Right.”

“Well yeah. That sounds like fun.”

“Okay.Nine o’clock. See you then.”

He hung up the phone and started unpacking his nice shirts, looking for something to wear.

“So who was that? Sounds like you have a hot date. I thought you said you didn’t have a girlfriend?”

“Oh… no. That was my cousin Sam. We’re going to hang out later, that’s all.”

“C’mon. You’re trying to tell me that was a guy? You were totally flirting.”

“First of all Sam is short for Samantha and second of all I was NOT flirting.”

“Yeah right.”

“Seriously.”

“So Samantha’s your cousin? Is she hot?”

“Well… She’s not REALLY my cousin. Our families are really close and we grew up together that’s all.”

“Oh, I see. So… have you two, like, been… together, at all?”

“No.” He just shook his head, trying to convince himself more than his roommate that there was absolutely nothing between them. But as he picked out his nice shirt and started thinking back to all the times they played together, all the times they got dirty together, all the times they were sooo close to each other. And especially that one afternoon they played an innocent little childhood game together. They were barely matured, but it wasn’t the thoughts of her body that got his heart racing, it was the thoughts of the intimacy, that closeness they shared, that was what he still felt. It was like he had to catch his breath all over again, as she quickly pulled her pants back up asking to “see his…”

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Here he was, hours later, sitting in her dorm room, awkward as fuck and trying to think of a conversation piece. It was like when you walk into a music store and can’t think of a single band you like, just to walk out empty handed. He tried not to stare, so instead he just looked down at the half-full Coors light bottle in his hand, but he found his eyes going back to her again and again, tracing the outline of her body; almost tasting her skin with his eyes.

When had she become so beautiful? Her short pigtails had become long flowing strawberry-blonde hair with pink ribbons in it. Her freckly face was smooth and beautiful. Her scrawny boyish body had transformed into a woman’s full curvy figure. She had filled out, her sides had just a little bit of plumpness to them, just enough to squeeze between two fingers. Her belly was still flat; though it stuck out just a little, and her butt was full and round- when she turned he couldn’t help but stare and almost drool. The one thing he had not expected to see were her large almost C cup breasts dangling in front of him, taunting him, daring him to peak into her cleavage whenever she reached down. She was wearing a black tank top, blue jeans and Vans sneakers. Since when had casual looked so good?

“So how’s your roommate?” she asked trying to break the stale silence they sat in.

“Ah… I dunno. He’s kind of, kind of a shut in. He spends a lot of time on the internet and reading books, and he doesn’t drink or … or anything like that.”

“That’s not too bad. At least you know he won’t keep you up all night.”

“I guess, yeah. How about you?”

“Oh she’s awesome. She brought that little fridge over there and knows an upperclassman who filled it for us. She’s really nice. She’s way artsy though. She showed me these photographs that she took, and I was just like ‘Oh, wow. Creative.’” They both eased the atmosphere with a laugh. “I couldn’t tell what it was at all!”

“That’s funny. Mine got so excited just because a girl called. You should have seen him giving me twenty questions. I was just like ‘Calm down it’s just my cousin.”

The two talked and laughed for as long as it took to finish the rest of the beers in the fridge. When he finished the last one he just looked at Samantha, Cousin Sam, and gave a ‘Now what?’ gesture with an upside-down beer bottle.

She got up and went over to her school issued bureau. She opened the top drawer and fumbled around, obviously trying to find something tucked away. He saw her rifle through her panty drawer, her back to him, butt swaying as her arm moved this way and that. He caught a glimpse of a hot little pair of red lace panties. His jaw just dropped. He could only see her in those panties. He saw her almost bare ass wiggling for him showing off the sexy red lace she put on just for him. He imagined her tank top riding up as she bent slightly forward, revealing the small of her back. She was just sexy all over.

She turned and he snapped out of it. Her breasts bounced as she plopped back down with a Crown Royal bag in her hands.

“More liquor?” He asked with a grin.

“Not quite.” She responded. A sandwich baggie was tipped out of the bag along with a small glass pipe and a lighter.

“Nice!” He exclaimed thinking that maybe now he would finally be able to mellow out and feel al little more in control of his urges.

“You pack and I’ll pop in some music, ok?” She bent toward him, outstretching the paraphernalia. There they were again. Her supple breasts teased him. Her cleavage was mesmerizing and he found himself once again lost, and this time he was biting his lower lip.

“Sure…” he barely replied out loud.

She got up and browsed though her collection of burnt cd’s. He just kept his head down and got to task. He kept thinking, “Oh, this is so bad. I’m drunk and horny and she looks irresistible.”

The opening notes to the Grateful Dead’s Dark Star drifted in, and she shut off the cold sterile fluorescent lights and turned on a warm earthly-green light in a lamp by her bed. While she was near her bed she grabbed a hair tie from her desk and started putting her long red hair up. He peeked, not moving his head, just shifting his eyes, straining to see her without giving away his focus. He continued breaking up the weed like a fine musician without having to look, simply playing by feel. Her hands bunched up her thick beautiful hair revealing her luscious neck. How he would just love to… She finished and a few strands fell down and tickled her neck. She plopped back down in front of him and waited patiently for him to finish packing the bowl.

He finished and looked up at her – their eyes caught for a brief moment and it was like she could see his thoughts, like she could see how nervous he was, like she could see him fantasizing about her, like she could peer into his mind and pull out all those dirty moments when he was lying in bed years ago when his hand was precisely rubbing the head of his stiff dick, stimulated by thoughts of the two of them together, him reaching in to kiss her and her opening her mouth and massaging his tongue with hers… - the moment was gone before it even started.

She grabbed the bowl and lit it. They sat in a deep contemplative silence, the lullabies of the soft electric guitars in the background fading in and out. The bowl was finished and they both just enjoyed the high for a few minutes. The mood of the room was tender but apprehensive. He dared not look up at her again for fear of revealing more with his eyes.

She spoke, once again breaking the stale silence, “So how’s Auntie Cath?”

“I thought you already talked to her today?”

“Well, I did, just not about her. We mainly just talked about me and college… and you.”

“Oh. I guess she’s doing fine. I think she’s sad to have me out of the house, but she’ll be fine. I mean I’m not even an hour away, you know?”

“Yeah I get that too from my mom. She tried talking me out of going away for so long; I think when I received my financial aid papers and realized that I just couldn’t afford it she must have been celebrating in her head.”

On a somber note the room fell silent again.

She looked sad to him, sitting there on the floor of a dorm room she didn’t really want to be in. Her eyes looked a happy electric-green under the light but her lips almost seemed to pout. She was so beautiful. He wanted to move over to her and comfort her, holding her close. He wanted to make her feel better, but he didn’t know how.

“Hey, I’m sorry for not being around at graduation time. I was really busy, but I should have made time for you. I mean, you’re family – sorta – and that’s important.” It was the only thing he could think of.

He slid his body over closer so that he was sitting next to her but still facing her. She looked up, gave a half smile, and looked back down. From his angle he could easily see down her front. Her breasts begged to be touched and her neck to be kissed and sucked. He wanted badly to run his fingers through her silky red hair while caressing the back of her head. If only he could plant his lips on hers and tell her he loved her…

She looked up again, her eyes withholding, and she cautiously spoke, “Did you mean that comment earlier? The one about me being, ‘Just a cousin’. Is that the only way you think of me?”

His fingers became numb and his head spun. His heart pumped excited with fear. He didn’t know what to say or do, but just then her eyes met his, they comforted him while longing for reciprocation.

“Samantha?” His body shook as her hand intertwined with his. “I….” She rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb. “… love you.”

They embraced, converging with a kiss. Her soft tender body pressing up against his, he made love to her mouth, massaging her lips with his. His tongue did not penetrate. One hand rubbed her back tenderly while the other caressed the back of her neck.

She was aggressive and wanted him badly. Her tongue broke in and licked the inside of his mouth. Fingers crept up his shirt, cooling his warm flesh and relaxing his entire body, her fingernails playfully scratching lightly. Their kiss was passionate and long. When they broke for a breath it seemed like hours had passed.

She climbed up on top of him and sat on his lap facing him, her legs wrapped around his waist. They just stared at each other, not believing reality.

“I have been thinking about you for so long…” he confessed.

“Me too. It seemed for a while like you were avoiding me and I got really sad.  I’ve never been closer to anyone, and I don’t want to be. I want you.”

“S- s-am…” he muttered.

“Yeah?”

“What will our parents say?”

“I have no idea. I don’t really care.”

She put her fingers on his cheek and brought her mouth to his. They engaged in a steamy open mouth kiss while their hands ran along each others eager bodies. He followed her curves, all around her body. He ended just under her breasts, and then cupped them underneath squeezing gently. She moaned whilst still in his mouth, rocking her body slowly back and forth on his lap. Their mouths were a tangle of tongues and lips. She tasted so good. Her back and forth motion was getting him rock hard and he knew that it wouldn’t be long before he was inside her, commencing their love.

His lips brought their attention to her neck, nibbling at first, and then sucking. Her hand forcefully slid down his back and lifted up his shirt. She groped his strong back, taking in every muscle, every curve. His hands continued squeezing her breasts, soft then hard. Finally his fingers made their way to her nipples, pinching softly. She moaned uncontrollably.

She carelessly ripped off his shirt, breaking his spell on her. She then brought her mouth to his chest and began licking up and down his toned body, spicing things up with a kiss here and there while she continued swaying back and forth on his lap. He arched backward and held her head, running his fingers through her wild red hair. She had him so turned on he was practically bursting out of his pants.

She simultaneously pushed him flat on the floor and straightened herself, so that she was lying on top of him. They gazed into each others eyes finding truth and love. They embraced like reunited lovers. A single sweet tear rolled down her face then dripped onto his nose. For the first time in his life he was moved, really moved. He now knew why people looked at art and listened to poetry, it was for this moment. He never felt more human.

He took off her top and bra, tossing them aside without thought. Her full round stunning breasts were finally exposed to him. After all their taunting and teasing, after all his quick nervous glances down her cleavage, after all that, they were now his. He brought his mouth to one and began slowly sucking. He gently massaged her with his lips while playfully flicking her nipple with his tongue. One hand barely ran across her skin, sending shivers throughout her entire body. Her breath was long and deep with short shudders interrupting now and then. The other hand meticulously unbuttoned her jeans and folded back the opening to her white cotton panties with little red hearts all over. Fingers journeyed down between her jeans and panties making her tense up and buck forward in anticipation.

Not one to give up control easily, she quickly swung her entire body around so that she was now ‘upside down’. Her hands were so quick and accurate she had his pants off before he even knew what she was doing. She gripped his rock hard dick and jerked him off in long fast strokes that he thought was going to push him over the edge almost immediately.

He fumbled with her pants trying to get them as low as he could while her waist was right above his face. Those cute little cotton panties just stared down at him innocently, begging to become a prop in their dirty little affair. He ran the pad of his index finger over them, getting right between her lips.

“Uhhh…  Ooooh.” she groaned.

Reacting to his playing dirty she plummeted her mouth down around his raging cock and began to suck like she was fucking him with her lips.

“Oh my god!” he let out.

He ripped her panties off and gave her bare ass a hard smack that echoed down the dorm hall. Both hands then parted her shaven lips and he began to tongue her passionately. First he plunged his tongue as far as it could go and sucked up all the juice that had built up, then he licked her clit furiously, like a tornado.

She licked all around the base of his shaft as she continued fucking him with her mouth. He spread her cheeks and made circles around her asshole, teasingly poking in very shallow, then immediately pulling out.

“So that’s what you want? You dirty boy. You want to fuck your cousin in the ass?” she pulled the dick out of her mouth long enough to say.

He breathed heavily and replied, “Oh yeah. More than anything.”

She wanted to get this boy so aroused he had no choice but to cum right away.

“OK. You can fuck me in the ass… if you can last till after I cum.”

He felt his stomach knot up. He was so close before, and now that the thought of fucking her ass had come to mind he didn’t know if he could last another second. He wanted to fuck her ass so bad he tried to hold it in as well as he could.

He licked her, slobbering all over her aroused clit like it was his last meal. His playful fingers were now simultaneously fingering her pussy and her ass. He worked her body bringing her closer and closer to climax.

She sucked his dick even faster now going deeper than ever before. His body reacted by thrusting into her, which would occasionally send his dick too far down her throat and make her gag.

Her thigh muscles clenched him inside her crotch and he knew she was close. Her ass would be his!

Just then she rapidly pumped down on him like a piston and suddenly he found himself unexpectedly cumming, shooting his warm salty liquid down her throat. Her tongue massaged the head of his dick, when he was done it cleaned him up. She came immediately after, finally releasing her juices into his mouth. He cleaned her thoroughly, inside and out.

She plopped down next to him, face to face but upside down. They both laid there for a few minutes eyes closed, unable to move or talk. Finally when her breathing had become normal she smiled and said to him:

“Better luck next time.”

OUR GAME

I worte this a few years ago for my girlfriend. She loved it.

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“We are going to play a game” commands a familiar voice. “Close your eyes.”

Darkness envelops you as you follow orders. Gradually you become more aware of the cool night air blowing across your exposed breasts. All you are wearing is a pair of stockings. You are slightly bent over a desk and your legs are being pulled apart, spreading your tenderness, letting it breathe the same cool air that runs like water over your breasts.

“I know how much you love to mix pleasure and pain. And you know how much I love to do naughty things to you; things that you usually don’t want done to you unless you are in a certain mood; and even when you’re in this mood the idea still frightens you.”

Hands begin to caress your body, tracing your figure and teasingly avoiding the most sensitive areas so that you begin to move with the strokes, trying to get a finger or two across a nipple. The rubbing moves around your waist and down to your legs. One hand runs up and down the outside of your leg and the other moves slowly in small circles through your inner thigh. The sexual energy this hand emits can be felt inches away in your now swollen and ready clit. You quickly maneuver your body in such a way that what would have been a tease now becomes a full on rub down of your pussy lips. You jerk downward suddenly and unexpectedly-even to you- as a fingertip barely penetrates your lips and lightly brushes your clit, sending your head down and your ass up and back into a now more than stiff cock. The unsuspecting cock reacts by pressing so hard against your crack you think the stiff thing just might snap.

“Seems like you understand what I’m talking about” that same familiar voice says teasingly. “Looks like you want it too.”

There is a silence while you think of how to react. You wish that his body would pause for a moment too, but it seems as if every moment that passes he physically assumes more control over the situation, stroking back and forth through your slit, rubbing dangerously over a certain hole, his hands firmly holding your hips in place.

“Uhmm… honey.” You begin to weakly protest but are cut off quickly.

“Now, now, don’t freak out. I haven’t even told you how this game is played.”

“I thought of a game that would combine three things that get you to come very quickly; spanking, anal, and knowing that I am close to coming.”

Your mind immediately bursts into panic. Did he just say anal?!

“Don’t freak just yet. You really should listen to the rules before we get started or you’ll be at a major disadvantage.”

It sounds to you like he’s not planning on asking if you want to play the game or not. You suppose you have probably already started.

“Now baby, just relax, all your tensing up and squirming it just slipping me in deeper to a place you don’t want me.”

You could feel your cheeks clenching his rock hard cock, but he was right, all this did was to serve him by keeping it in place right where it shouldn’t be. You can feel the hot bulbous head pushing now against the folds of skin, expanding them slightly.

You can feel your heart in your stomach. Your nerves are tense and sensitive due to the excitement and fear. Though you know that a good ass fucking would be wonderful for him you begin to think that it would only send you into tears immediately, especially due to your now heightened sensitivity.

“Here are the rules: I will fuck your pussy from behind while I spank your ass as hard as I can. The spankings will hurt, that I guarantee. If you want me to stop all you have to do is say ‘STOP’ and I will gladly stop hitting you. However, this also means that I can now start fucking you in the ass. If you decide that you can’t take it in the ass than you can yell ‘STOP’ again and I will go back to fucking your other hole, but I will start spanking your sore red and bruised ass again. If you come, you win and the game is over. However, I am afraid that there is one more rule which makes this game even harder for you my dear. I will not be wearing a condom, so if you find a good rhythm and think you about to come but I tell you that I am close too you would be wise to slow the pace down considerably, or even pause altogether. I promise I will not lie to you, I will only play fair. It is up to you what happens, and how we fuck. You are completely in control. Whoever comes first is the winner.”

The party had been a success. Everyone had a blast and I had finalized deals with three new clients. In the later hours of the night I realized I had not seen my wife in some time. I thought that she had probably just passed out on our bed exhausted, after all without her none of this would have been possible. She was the “woman behind every successful man” they speak of.
With less than a dozen guests left, most of whom had migrated outside to smoke and chat in their overly self-important yet unsatified ways (they way most of us did after having just a bit too much at a party like this), I excused myself temporarily.
The bedroom was vacant, but smelled of her perfume. I noticed a small piece of paper - an index card? - on the bed with an imprint of her lips in that rubby red color she wore tonight.
All it read was “BALCONY”.
I headed up the stairs to find my beautiful wife wiating for me up there. Her back was turned but it was apparent she heard me come up the steps. Her long flowing gown made her look like a bride and reminded me of all the reasons I loved her to begin with.
Her sleek back and right shoulder were exposed in the most tantilizing way, she had let the strap down. It was then I realized that she was really up to something.
Before I could ask though she let the rest of the gown fall to the floor softly. She stood there exposed, yet did not turn.
I knew what she wanted. Despite my misgivings about the handfull of house guests just an earshot away and the future of my career I knew I couldn’t say no if I tried.

The party had been a success. Everyone had a blast and I had finalized deals with three new clients. In the later hours of the night I realized I had not seen my wife in some time. I thought that she had probably just passed out on our bed exhausted, after all without her none of this would have been possible. She was the “woman behind every successful man” they speak of.

With less than a dozen guests left, most of whom had migrated outside to smoke and chat in their overly self-important yet unsatified ways (they way most of us did after having just a bit too much at a party like this), I excused myself temporarily.

The bedroom was vacant, but smelled of her perfume. I noticed a small piece of paper - an index card? - on the bed with an imprint of her lips in that rubby red color she wore tonight.

All it read was “BALCONY”.

I headed up the stairs to find my beautiful wife wiating for me up there. Her back was turned but it was apparent she heard me come up the steps. Her long flowing gown made her look like a bride and reminded me of all the reasons I loved her to begin with.

Her sleek back and right shoulder were exposed in the most tantilizing way, she had let the strap down. It was then I realized that she was really up to something.

Before I could ask though she let the rest of the gown fall to the floor softly. She stood there exposed, yet did not turn.

I knew what she wanted. Despite my misgivings about the handfull of house guests just an earshot away and the future of my career I knew I couldn’t say no if I tried.