Prism

The enmeshment of the lighter aspect of tourmaline swirling about a reflection of the variegated blues from overhead tinted the warmth, enveloping both of us. The deep tawny contours encircling the pouting of your breasts---the pink nearly alabaster softness floating delicately and in contrast to the deeper hues of brown visited upon your shoulders and arms. The thin strands of the vivid yellow turquoise bracelets flashed in concert with the harsh brightness of the sun as you brought your arms around my neck, my shoulders.

The tines of the silver having speared the dried cranberry and grilled Portobello, both of which drawn to your mouth---you had wanted just a salad. A mix of selected greens, purplish curls and the medium gold of sautéed garlic sprinkled over the dual tones of the just perfectly seasoned mushroom. A drizzle of the pale oil blended with the rustiness of the offered vinegar. I was sure to have their merlot. You had asked to have a sip. That particular shade of lipstick, pumpkin bronze I believe, carefully outlined and provided the matching accent to the deep auburn which played over your eyes.

Just the barest tremulous glow of orange from the torches illuminating the courtyard five stories below our window. The breeze periodically arranging the white linen curtain into the bedroom. Just shades of black and gray in our immediacy…our movements against and for each other sharing no real color for the present.

What More Can Be Said?

Nope, no particular sexual fantasy or musings this time. One particular scenario was streaming in and out of my consciousness through most of yesterday and I had plans to jot down some attempt at capturing the imagery. Unfortunately, I also happened to fall prey to the television set that I just happened to keep tuned to the American League series, the 7th game, the game that was inconceivable of needing to be played just a few nights ago. I suppose that fantasies and desires are not necessarily the domain of sexual experience and hunger. Tonight, well actually last night now, a whole lot of hopes and desires came true and it was a pleasure to have enjoyed the spectacle myself. Sometimes, there are more important things to life than sex. Sometimes, there is baseball. Well played, Red Sox.
Of course, there still remains the conclusion of the National League series...they too will have their 7th game, after the show put on by the Cardinals earlier last night. And Roger Clemens will be there for that 7th and we all know what he will show to those who will witness. Play well, Astros.

INCUBUS

Brainstem reticular formation. Medial dorsal and anterior nuclei of the thalamus. The limbic system and the amygdala…the hippocampus. These are but a few centers of desire that I can alter within a select anatomy, the deepest and sometimes hidden component of your soul. The increased pulse, the dampness I sense of your body has been well under my control and this you have allowed. I can produce and adapt to those unspoken needs of your darkest sexuality. You have shared volumes with me already.

We’ve dealt with the legends of old Europe and the misrepresentations within those societies that due to lack of awareness and, not necessarily blinded ignorance, that tended to cast us as a demonic form. I am very aware of the Judean writings of centuries past that blamed a certain Lilith as a Pandora that unleashed our kind into your world of dreams. No, my sweet, you have created me---your inner-most desires, hunger and longing for higher levels of sensual expression have merged across and into the spiritual divide that separates us in body only. I am but your own awareness and my power, the part that your psyche has ceded control, is once again here for you. Tonight.

You seem to hold onto an attraction for this one man, your husband, but the energy flow that swirls about you shows imagery of other thoughts. Your dreams and the state of awareness before that REM stage is where you have allowed me to enter. Your innermost feelings tonight…not every night, of course….are now enmeshed with me.

I wish I could know you in your physical world. As aware as I am of the nature and physiology of the part of you that I will soon enter, I wish I knew who I was. Who was my creator? Was I always what I am. Will I die and eventually go back to where I was before I was born? For now, I am sensing your body. Your tanned arms and shoulders. The peaceful face, gorgeous in its sculpture. The sheet tucked over your thighs and along your belly. Though, I have no awareness of feeling touch, the tactile stimulation, that you can understand---yet, I feel your warmth. The capillary pulsations and reverberations of your flesh increasing as I lie with you.

Your hands on their own volition push aside the fabric covering you. I see nothing but light in my world and so the bed is illuminated, your nude body glorious to me. Your lips part and you give a sigh. You are needing me. Your thighs are just slightly spread. Your thoughts now are including a mix of one of your business clients, an attraction toward him and another man you had seen somewhere else. You speak legion of desires for both. I can alter my being into either one and this is why you have allowed me to enter your life, the realm of unspoken lustfulness that you would periodically acknowledge in your real world to maybe one friend, periodically to your husband. But you allowed the safety of my world to enter yours, bringing you those deep visceral orgasms that you craved from me.

The darkened nipples now fully erect under the unavoidable chill that I sometimes bring as I merge with you. Something I wish I could prevent but I have tried before to no real avail. Your large, soft breasts; they are magnificent. I enjoy their appearance. My lips and tongue soon to be caressing, kissing your firm flesh there. You are aware more of my presence. Am feeling myself being drawn into you. I will no longer be on just an ethereal stratum with you. I feel the desire from me building as well as we interlock both of our needs. Your thighs have moved outwards, your thoughts creeping closer more to wanting a hard, deep, pounding fuck. Sometimes you wanted a more prolonged pleasure and I can not interfere with any specific desires without upsetting certain neural functions. While your husband can not hear you, that low guttural moan as my large, thick cock enters you is your acknowledgement of my presence. On a primitive emotional level, you knew I was with you when you summoned me. The warm flow of something quite hard pressed up high into your pussy awakened the next level of your awareness. Your body lay quite still and would appear that way if anyone happened to gaze upon you. But, within you, your body, your very core was being fucked harder than any man you had ever experienced. The desire you dream of being ravaged by a large cock was particularly pressing for you tonight. Of being turned over roughly onto your hands and knees---his smooth abdomen slapping hard and loud against your ass as you allow me and him to penetrate you. As I fold into your dream, I have become as close to being truly physical and this is the part of I beg to prolong. But your needs are the soul of my existence. You were wanting but just a brief interlude, a generic quick fuck that you periodically enjoyed. Your orgasm came quickly as I sensed you tighten around me. The alteration of REM is something that has proven difficult to manipulate but, then if I could do that, it would take the full power from you and this would never be. I felt myself lighten inside of you, no longer needed for the rest of your night. Feeling my being pulling now further and further away. My sense of control and wanting just you forever fading once more.

I will miss you.

Not Quite...

“Mmmm, that’s it, already?”---you had turned your head to the side and then face back into the pillow.

“My hands are starting to cramp up a bit, dear”…a special, playful emphasis on that last word. Damn, that I was simply viewing the most gorgeous woman on earth was my thought as I looked at your tanned body, prone on our hotel bed. I adored giving you those full body massages that you enjoyed, the effect producing sometimes total relaxation into which you fell blissfully asleep and, yet, occasionally would awaken your other desires much to both of our later appreciations.

“I could suggest we get dressed and grab something to eat at the B-----”, a bistro-type restaurant which was my favorite place in Honolulu and to which I had brought you a few times. No complaints ever from you at this particular choice. Perhaps, one day, we would enjoy the P----- in Manila. I wanted to treat you to an eatery in that hotel that had the best, undisputed, world class Italian food (go figure) that I had ever had in the world. Alexandria would always have a different meaning in our lives, but for decadence, this Filipino site would surpass that particular hunger.

“I suppose…but“, you did add, “I have been enjoying that little pressure against my ass…so, ummm, maybe, we could spend some…”

“Nope.” I pushed myself up, away from you. My cock was engorged, you had felt that. And, yes, perhaps, I did allow the potential of an invite as I periodically leaned up against the curvature of your toned ass while gliding my oiled hands over your back and hips. I had other desires too. I liked teasing you as well and there was a brief moment that the slipperiness of your skin and my cock nearly merged into a lengthy, mutually pleasurable fuck.

Let’s get you dressed”. I gently pulled on your wrists. The yellow turquoise and diamond bracelets that flashed as we swam in the gentle surf off Waikiki earlier that afternoon the only items you wore for the moment. You slowly crawled back over the edge of the bed. Your feet now onto the floor. I kept you there, facing away from me…my touch, holding you there, being a specific understanding. I walked over to the dresser and opened several drawers--- followed by the opening of your closet…a long pause there. I returned to you, my body now pressed up against you, deliberately on my account. Your thighs were pushed against the mattress, it being level with your hips. There was a sudden rush of breathlessness from you as I did that. “I’ve been wanting you all day, J--, please, …just won’t you?…”.

I could feel your body stiffen, your legs particularly, as I kneeled behind you, my lips lightly touching just the back of your one thigh. My hands touching, softly the outer curves of your hips at the time. I traced the tip of my tongue inwardly…higher…to that area that would drive you closer to demanding more attention, You felt my hand pull your right ankle up…you allowed this and felt a the sensation of satin slide over your foot and ankle and then further upwards. I saw you look down towards your legs, watching the slipping on of the pair of bright crimson thongs you had brought for this trip. I felt that this colour made you look not only sexy but magnificent. You balanced yourself unquestionably against the bed as you slightly raised your other leg. I pulled the thong up along your legs, and around your thighs…carefully slipping the one strap gently between your cheeks, adjusting the front and that strap so as to not be too tight around you. Your one hand joined mine at the level of your pussy, your wetness. You had placed some pressure there. Yes, I felt you. I know you wanted me too.

I pulsed and throbbed against your ass as I stood directly behind you. Your hands drifted backwards to grasp my hips, pulling me against you. It would have been so simple to finger that vertical strap to the side and push you over the edge of the bed. I’m sure those were your thoughts as well. I dropped my mouth over your right shoulder and traced the contour of your muscles up along your neck. Sucking gently along your smooth skin, drawing your flesh at once hard into my mouth as you moaned, almost collapsing into my arms…holding you from behind. Your head twisting around, your mouth wanting to engage my attention but not quite able to. My hands pressed up against your breasts, holding them, pressing them hard against your ribs. My tongue allowing a leisurely exploration of your neck on that side, up to your ear…deliciously around the lobe… your sounds and your pressure against me being just the prelude and ultimate request . You loved when I did this when I was fucking your cunt from behind. The cool satin of that one bra that ensured how stunning your body was, that uplifted and showcased your breasts in the way that brought you attention from other men and a few women, touched the undersurface of the warm flesh I balanced in my hands. Your own fingers came up to touch the smoothness against your skin. Your help, as unexpected as I’m sure you felt, but appreciated as I moved back a step, looking down to ensure each clasp held firm. I guided each arm and shoulder, slowly, through their respective enclosed strap. I leaned forward and bit you hard over your left shoulder. You managed a sudden “Oh fuck” as I did that…surprising you, your upper body tensed, as I held your skin between my teeth. You tended to like that as our lovemaking progressed. “Any time now”, you suggested. Now, more of a question than anything else. I slowly released my hold as I ordered you to turn around.

You looked down at me, grabbing onto and gently holding the swollen cock pointing directly at your belly. “What are you wanting?”, as your eyes glanced at mine. I kneeled down in front of you, you had not expected that. My hands grasping your ass as I leaned forward into you. I loved tracing my tongue over and around the contours of your thighs and hips…briefly licking at the edging of your thong as it laid tight against your skin. I knew you wanted me to slip my finger under the fabric, to slide it inside of you. Your scent so much more pronounced than the earlier massage I had given you. You would prefer my tongue up in there as well…your pussy now more lubricated as I finger fucked you. The black linen skirt I pulled from the edge of the bed, holding it expectantly in front of you, as I pulled back from your legs. Your eyes crinkled a bit. “Are you going to give me help with your leg…or what?” I allowed some slow caresses, for my own pleasure, as I helped you slip the skirt up higher above your thighs. The metal clasp now snug over your hip as I ran my hands over and around your ass, ensuring the snug fit that this particular skirt would produce in showing off those attractive and muscular legs that I enjoyed. The smooth curves of your tight ass and round hips filled out this skirt in the way that I desired. Perhaps later, I would remove them but not as gently.

I stood up. Your eyes now looking up into mine, your arms slowly beginning to wrap around my neck as your head tilted to one side. That deep colour gazing deep into mine and now closed as your mouth inched up toward me. I allowed you to feel the sensation of my cock against your belly button---a harder pressure now of my hands, wrapping and encircling around your hair, falling over your shoulders and now directing you away from me. I turned from you and began to walk back to the closet. I carefully removed the black linen, long sleeved jacket and returned back to you.

“Give me your right arm”. You did as I requested and several moments later, the jacket was on. I had you stand before me. My fingers traced the tanned skin of your belly, teasingly for a few seconds, as I enclosed the bottom two buttons. Your sexy cleavage always a turn-on for me, something that would capture and be part of the full picture of the partner I would desire later in the hotel. You never minded not having an accompanying blouse and having other men looking at your body was as stimulating for you as much as for me.

“I think you should sit down”. I once more kneeled down, to reach for the black heels that I placed previously on the carpet next to you. I lifted your right leg up and against and over my shoulder. I was not so gentle as I bit and sucked the inner part of your calf. I could not help but draw my lips and tongue down and around your ankle, moistening…wetting that part of your body. I knew that you were wanting me to go further…for me to pull your toes deep into my mouth, sucking each of them. That was something that you would feel higher up against your clit just like the sensation you would get as I pulled each of your nipples deep into my mouth as I penetrated you, pressing down hard onto your body. You allowed me the extra time to explore your legs in this way…as I slipped on each of the high heels, the black straps snaking up along your calves, fitting perfectly.

“Absolutely wonderful”.

“I know", you winked.

Desires Within.....

Your fingertips played slowly in the thick curls you encountered, most of your hand slipping now into the now unbuttoned entry way. The deliberate pressure and caress you provided---now pursued a bit further. Your thumb and forefinger separated by the tactile finding of something very thick, spongy as you squeezed. Still somewhat soft in his present state but his cock never remained that way when you were around. You liked knowing what effect you had. You allowed yourself to savor the deep, probing kiss his mouth and tongue gave your senses. You could feel those rhythmic pulses and surges of that hot blood filling up that gorgeous shaft of his. His smooth girth enlarging by the moment as you pulled and stroked him, finally tugging him into the open. You enjoyed looking at him, essentially a new toy for you. He did offer something quite different than what your husband could ever provide and your specific desires for this particular morning and what you were needing matched the pleasure held now in both of your hands.

Your right hand gently pulled on his balls…he liked that, he had told you last week…as you continued to slide a very gentle and light touch back and forth from the base of that cock all the way up to just under the purplish ridge of that engorged glans. You repeatedly squeezed the base, pausing with that motion as you released the pressure and worked your way to the tip. You pulled back from your biting down onto his lower lip and looked down at what effect your hands were producing. His cock no longer the soft satin of a partial erection but very, very stiff…and with that amazing curvature that first turned you on to him when you ended up falling into his arms, then carried to his bed where he fucked you hard and repeatedly for hours that early morning.

Your interest in erect cocks, more specifically the shape, length and contour, now governed your collection of various men whose endowments were basically indexed according to your particular desires as they arose. Your business and ability to manage your daily schedule on your own terms coupled with a hot, tight body afforded you the luxury now of maintaining a certain sexual independence, especially as it related, perhaps a bit selfishly, to your own awakened erotic needs. Each of your companions had certain equal attributes, such as knowing how to kiss and produce the rush of heat into your face and gush of wetness deep in your cunt as you enjoyed that pleasure. Their touch, both gentle and sometimes harsh and rough, were part of the turn on as well, above and beyond, that you chose the good looking ones. But their cocks were your focus generally. And, for this special one, you had been fantasizing for most of the morning. You wanted to return to that one position that drove you up a wall and gave you those repeated, drenching orgasms. That shape, the length….you actually had asked if you could measure him the second time you spent with him. The cloth tape you had pressed up against his pubic hair and laid along the full length. His quite prominent upward bend allowed a full distance of just under eleven inches. His cock almost defied gravity in extending nearly flush against his belly, the head pressed against his skin from that sexy angle he had. He certainly had no need for any pills to keep him up like that. You gazed down at him as you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling how intensely rigid he had become and continued to slowly pull and tug on his length.

You were now on your knees, your left hand pressing his erection down as close to horizontal…the better to get a good four inches fully into your mouth. The thick, swollen tip being allowed to slide against the roof of your mouth. You tried once to attempt a deep throat, to try getting that whole thing in your mouth. At that time, you two were sixty-nining, your pussy pushed down onto his face as you tried to negotiate the bend of his prick down your throat. Perhaps you might have pulled it off, the short panting to allow him to slide deeper without the gagging but you had heard the deep, sudden moan as he pulled back from your clit and you really weren’t interested at that time to feel in your mouth what seconds later was his thick release that squirted hard against your cheek. But, for now, in the moment, you were readying him for another hard, pounding fuck. He knew what your purpose was in having his cock around for today. A mutual interest in that he’d get to fuck a wet pussy. He had mentioned that fucking a married pussy was a turn on for him and for now, and for your stated needs, he definitely had the equipment your spouse sure didn’t have and you could begin feeling even now a tense throbbing yourself.
You removed your top and barely managed to remove your bra before you felt his hands almost instinctively reach down to grab onto your breasts. You allowed him to give your nipples and flesh some rough squeezing and then you pushed him away. He seemed a little disappointed but not for too long as you , slowly and seductively, lifted the weight of your tits and stroked and rubbed his shaft in between both. His cock felt absolutely on fire as you rolled yourself around that prick of his. You imagined perhaps one day to lubricate your cleavage with a thick layer of massage oil and to have one of your men get off as he fucked your tits. Each time the idea popped up, other more pressing desires interfered but no parties seemed to mind missing an impromptu tit-fuck. Besides, it would be such a waste of cum…you also just happened to enjoy that particular sensation deep in your cunt.

And he certainly could cum. He was quite vocal when he reached that point, telling you in hard language what he was needing from your pussy. For now, you were close to getting him there. The two of you had already gotten to the bed. He knew your preferred position as he laid back, those nicely muscled legs of his slightly apart. His sexy large balls draped down, touching the sheets and of course the object of your cunt’s desire bounced and twitched slightly. He usually would cum rather quickly which initially during the first time you fucked him had produced a disappointment but he could manage to remain hard even after a third time. Perhaps he softened a little but he still could keep that pussy of yours completely filled. Usually, the only limiting factor for you in ending your time with him was of the aching, swollen effects of having that thing of his fucking you for hours. You tended to walk a bit gingerly for several days which you would explain away to others, especially your husband, that your back was just stiff from working out which was partially true although it was your pussy getting its share of exercise.
You enjoyed this position with him. You were so wet as a rule that it was rather easy to get the initial 7 to 8 inches of him into you. And because of how your bodies matched up, the remaining length, and most definitely that hard diameter, provided that anal stimulation that drove you absolutely crazy. You had discovered that by straddling him and then lying back onto his chest, you not only could feel the constant, short thrusts he willingly gave you but depending on how you squeezed or relaxed your ass cheeks, you could rub and slide your tight little anus hard up and along the remaining inches of exposed cock. The pressure of him up inside was nicely stimulating, sometimes he would go a bit too deep and you would get that sharp pain way up inside but this wasn’t too often and your cunt was getting used to him anyhow. But the main focal area for you and where your own orgasms would be centered was your ass…the grinding movements stretching and exploring your pussy walls and the consistent movement of the delicate anal skin shifting back and forth as you rode him. You almost always would finger your own clit to get yourself off…he really didn’t do that very well but that’s not why you kept his number on your cell phone. You felt a sudden tightening of his fingers surrounding your tits---he loved playing and touching them in this position---but you also knew his touch now was what you felt just before he would cum. His first of the morning and you pressed your butt down a little harder, firmer into his hips. Those deep groans and urges for you to fuck his prick signaled that your cunt was going to receive a deep liquid massage. He managed a dozen or so deep, quick upward thrusts, spraying you with that warm sensation that within seconds would begin to trickle and leak around his cock and slide along the creases of your inner thighs and more importantly along your ass. You never needed any kind of lube with this man…that gooey, slippery sensation was a constant item he could provide repeatedly. You loved that feel and you also were getting closer to a quick orgasm yourself as you started to rub that hard clit of yours a little faster. Some of his cum you used as an additional moisturizer for your clit.

His cock stayed firmly in place, rooting itself deep in your cunt…his cum providing additional slippery pleasure as you basically rode your anus against him. Too bad, you couldn’t feel his mouth and teeth tending to your tits and nipples. You were getting to that point where that attention added a greater intensity. You were so damned close to that edge now and he sensed your breath, those heavy sighs louder…your sexual energies allowing you to demand him to fuck that pussy of yours. You felt your ass begin to tighten and relax, the building of the vaginal pressure getting you close. You were now losing yourself into that pre orgasm world where you felt and heard nothing but what your body was focused upon as you fucked your man. But you were wanting more of that anal sensation. You jammed your ass down against him, even briefly stopped your clit play to pull your own cheeks wider apart to get more direct pressure. Damn, you couldn’t believe what you were really needing right now and you told him, barely getting out your words between the labored breaths, trying to get yourself to a higher level of what you enjoyed. You were needing him there completely.

Both of you lost track of the number of orgasms you both fed off of each other. He later told you that no woman ever took his prick that particular way before. He maintained that juicy, hardened cock especially for you…maybe half of him was able to be negotiated inside of you. You allowed just subtle, brief movement because you yourself hadn’t had this experience in quite a few years and never with something as big as what he offered. Your ass felt pleasurably tight yet stretched as the same time. His cum was the only lube you really needed. You felt a tickling, dripping awareness from inside. You were using both hands to gently and slowly pleasure your clit and labia, considering if you had the energy to get yourself off again. Was starting to take a little longer now. As you shifted around, you were aware that your lover’s cock was now soft and only partially still inside…he had cum a lot also and given you more than what you had expected this morning.

Later, that night, you asked your husband if he minded giving you a back rub. You hadn’t bothered to take a shower, actually you hadn’t had the time with how the rest of the day went anyhow. You still had on that black thong from the morning, giving you a curious and very pleasurable sensation of heat as the strap pressed snug against you. He slipped that item down below your ass cheeks to expose your fully. You decided not to spread your legs too much, the morning’s activity would be evident but there was that more than obvious scent of cum and semen that you hadn’t considered prior to the moment You felt his hands rub gently along the soft curves of your hips and ass. Mind if I remove my clothes as well, he asked. Sure, you answered. Your husband’s cock would feed other desires.

Delicious

“So…anyone going to come in here and fuck me or what?”

You remained on the bed, the comforter folded on the couch next to the desk near the fireplace. The flames producing just the right atmosphere for your needs. The big pillows were placed to cushion your neck, keeping your head in a relaxed position. The wrought iron loops and curves of the headboard within easy, overhead reach for whenever you needed something to hold on to as you imagined your body being ground hard and savagely into the mattress.

The thoughts of letting your sluttiness come out to play tonight had kept your pussy damp for nearly all evening. You had spent a rather unusual amount of time getting ready for the after dinner get-together. Combining an awareness of your underlying attractiveness to men plus a tight sweater and bra that showcased your large, nicely uplifted breasts, you added a higher level of sexuality in having applied what could be taken as somewhat whorish make-up. But that would be the point for this particular evening. Your husband certainly wasn’t available and quite a few of the guys at this seminar were really hot so your desires of having a man inside of you for the night seemed quite tempting. Your open personality, laughter and genuine interest in conversation with quite a few of those men in the last few days would snag at least a few. You had considered one of the men, tall and good looking, on day one but this morning you reconsidered having more than just him.

So tonight you made the extended rounds. You limited yourself to just a minimum of the offered champagne. Your high heels clicked assuredly on the stone floor as you approached most of the participants and engaged in some chit chat, some business. And for some others, you spent a little more time by passing not just your business cards with your room number and the word “midnight” written on and circled but casually provided two condoms to the men as well. Their initial quizzical look brushed aside as you leaned to kiss them on the cheek…a brief, usually normal occurrence but, for them, you lingered a second or two more than usual, before you then brushed your lips quickly against their ear. You could feel their heat, sensing their gaze on your ass as you casually moved on to someone else. More than once, you would catch one of them checking you more intently…sometimes directly into your eyes and sometimes appreciating the aroused outlines of your nipples.

You answered the door but not exactly dressed in the most appropriate manner for the earlier function. It was just too warm in the room and you had removed the sweater and skirt combination. You reapplied your lipstick and added the body glitter that got your husband hard. Your soft hands stroked your chest and belly as you smoothed the glitter onto your skin. Your tits showcased by a new black bra your husband actually hadn’t seen yet and the black thong matched the bra and the high heels just perfectly. So interesting that each of the men that you allowed to enter agreed with your own image of yourself. You felt completely comfortable with them. But there were some rules. And you were comfortable that they would abide. Your thong was becoming soaked as it burrowed up in your folds. Knowing that a lot of men were watching your smooth, curved body. Quite certain that each one was wanting to watch you slowly take off that bra, revealing your tits. You felt totally at ease in displaying your ass to these guys as you enjoyed the power of showing off your sexuality, knowing full well and very excitedly that your wet cunt was going to be filled with hard cocks tonight. You walked around them as you discussed the ground rules. First, condoms to be used if anyone wanted to fuck your pussy. Second, you were willing to get them hard with a blow job but preferred not to feel anyone cum in your mouth. Anal was possible but it would depend…. You suggested that they all get undressed as you went into the bedroom. As you just got to the doorway, you had turned back and added the other rule: only one at a time.

Your bedroom request was soon answered. You allowed your legs to slowly stretch toward him and then your thighs spread. You had decided to apply a lot of lubricant to both your cunt and to the rim of your ass. You didn’t want to have to worry about not staying wet for your friends. M--- stepped in, a quite long cock fully rigid, wrapped as requested. It would have been nice to feel the actual flesh but…you slowly closed your eyes as you felt him press on to your thighs. Your hands reaching back for the iron work as you felt him slide smoothly and deep inside. You let out a long sigh as he began. Fourteen more to go. One at a time. One at a very delicious time.

Seminar

Damn, his cock is huge, you thought----you felt that thing press up against your ass in the elevator. Not that you had anything particular against frottage or whatever that fucking word was…but his pressure, his feel and conversation with this guy had really turned you on earlier . After having met him, spoken with him….getting the remote idea that maybe he was attracted to you. You wondered whether or not he really was looking at your erect nipples as you maintained the small talk when you first met. You wanted him to look at your exposed sex, your reddening cleavage…wanting to show him and demonstrate how well you could show off your most obviously displayed sexual attributes. A subtle awareness that you could easily fuck this guy and he would be worshipping your skills and desires for as long as you wanted…him. Fuck….his cock seemed to get bigger. You felt his prick wedged up against you….why the hell where there so many people on this fucking elevator? Your cunt was…in a word…drenched. You were wearing a silky skirt, hanging down just below your calves. Just a black thong separated you from him…skilled fingers could easily move that narrow ribbon to the side…that big cock easily and quickly, up and…pressed against you. You wanted that …you wanted him. You reached around and could feel that thick bulge extending from his pants. If his belt were unbuckled…his fabric about his ankles…you would feel that length, that damned thick cock demanding and needing your body. Perhaps, you would turn around, kneeling---your mouth enveloped fully about his hard shaft…pumping your mouth and you, feeling that deep penetration of him against the back of your throat. This man’s cock was bigger than your husband’s. You were going to enjoy him in your pussy. Not now perhaps but in your suite. Why were there so many floors in this fucking hotel? You could feel his thickness, jammed hard now into your cunt. His body weight, pressure,,,and the touch of his lips against the back of your neck. His left hand slid along your ribs, lightly touching your tit, your very sensitive nipple fully engorged. You wondered if he would suck you like you husband would as he stuffed your cunt with that cock. Your husband wasn’t here and he sure as hell didn’t have to know either. Shit, he pulled his zipper down. So smooth, his length now open for exploration. You wanted…that full length…..fuck, he was so fucking big…your one hand exploring and measuring. Just one more couple left. You noticed both 5 and 8 lit on the door panel. You wanted his 8 up hard inside of you…you smiled at how soon this this would happen for you. The other woman, a cute blonde, just happened to glance over her shoulder at you. She smiled as she and her partner got off.