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Isabel's Lust
by Ciana Rose
Chapter 1
It took three co-workers from my office to convince me to take this vacation. A solo trip to paradise is not my idea of an ego boost but one has to make do with what life dishes out and so, here I am.
The accommodations are everything that was promised, to my relief, and the travel brochures had not exaggerated the spectacular beaches of Cancun.
With a drink in my hand, I cross the white sand in hot pursuit of only one goal--to reach the straw umbrella farthest from the crowd before someone else does.
Victorious, I drag a chaise lounge into the sun and drape my towel over it. Who in the world decided that beach towels should be so obnoxiously bright and colorful? I make sure all four corners of the towel are secured to the chair then begin to arrange everything that is essential for a lazy-day-on-the-beach strategically. There is good reason why they call me the queen of efficiency.
I glance around to get the lay of the land and decide the view is magnificent. The sun reigns in all its majesty in a cloudless sky while below, aqua waters wash over the fine sand endlessly.
I am not particularly the maternal sort and had purposely chosen a pricey 'adults only' resort. It is bad enough to be alone amongst couples but being alone amongst families is more than I can handle. So you can imagine my surprise when I make a casual turn to assess my beach-mates and spot someone else sitting by himself. Surely, there must be a significant other lurking around somewhere, even if there are no such signs at the moment.
While I speculate the man's status, it occurs to me that he himself seems focused in my direction. Could he be watching me? Hard to tell from sixty feet away, especially through those dark sunglasses he wears. I doubt it.
I give myself an imaginary shake to dismiss him then slide off the straps of my beach dress and absently let it drop on the sand. I am not accustomed to this kind of humid heat, and it is ever so slowly that I bend to pick up the dress. As I straighten, I try hard not to glance over but you know how it is. Yes, I think he is watching me. Is that a smirk under that mustache?
He looks attractive enough from here. I guess him to be in his early thirties. His dark wavy hair is on the longish side and his body appears lean, well toned. I would say his bronze complexion is not solely the result of the sun but I cannot determine a specific heritage. He looks neither Mexican nor American. Cancun is a popular vacation spot for tourists from all over the world so he could be from anywhere. On the other hand, the ample confidence his demeanor exudes--a quality that attracts me to the core--is unmistakable.
I quickly avert my eyes and concentrate on tying my shoulder-length hair into a ponytail. Not so easy when being scrutinized by such a hunk. My fingers lose their grip and the hair-band shoots through the air. Damn!
I walk over, a little chagrined, and pick up the band then send him a small polite smile and return to my seat. I manage to tie up my hair this time, forcing myself not to look over. It all goes well until I reach for the suntan oil. Curiosity manipulates my intentions and I sneak another glance at the man. I fluster for an instant because he appears to nod but the movement is so slight that it is debatable.
Oh never mind him.
I pour some oil into my palm and rub my hands together. With this heat, I feel like I am stuck in slow motion. I start with my shoulder and gently work the oil into my skin with long strokes down my arm. My wondering eyes betray my resolve and drift in the man's direction as I pour a second handful of oil. No mistaking this time, he is smiling and he is smiling at yours truly.
It has been three years since my very unpleasant divorce. Having sworn off men for a while, I have not encouraged any flattery or flirtation from anyone since. The few dates that I have had have been...how should I say this...with safe men, men who I knew did not have a chance at winning my heart. I have to admit though the attention I am getting from this man seems to be just the medicine I need. It feels good.
It apparently feels too good, because suddenly the oil is pouring onto my lap instead of my hand. Embarrassed, I quickly glance over to calculate the set back this calamity has caused. I see him laughing and decide damage control is in order and a little retaliation, very deserving.
I am not normally forward but a strong sense of freedom always grips me whenever I am on vacation. So I go to work. Making a deliberate show of it, I swipe the spilled oil off my thigh and begin to treat my other shoulder with the same languor.
I pour another supply of oil into my cupped hand then lean back and assume a more relaxed manner. I take special care in protecting my face then proceed to stroke my throat, giving it a good coating. I have no idea what effect my efforts are having on the man, but I am feeling deliciously sensual.
As I move on to work on my chest, I carelessly knock my sunglasses off the chair. Some impression I must be making!
The glasses have fallen too far for me to grab from my sitting position and I have to lean way out to reach farther. I have a moment of panic when I feel my full breasts on the verge of spilling out of my worn bathing suit top, but then the devil argues the possible advantages and I see the amusement in it. I am even a little disappointed when it goes without mishap.
I upright myself, resolving there will be no more embarrassing incidents and pour more oil. My hand glides across my chest to cover the top of my shoulders one more time then returns and dips deep inside my cleavage. Enjoying my little game of seduction, I spend more time there than called for. I even reach into the cups of my suit and give my breasts a casual caress--all in the name of 'sun tan oil' of course.
I sneak a peek at the man and so far so good. I move on to pamper my tummy, convincing myself it is womanly to have a small bulge. Whom am I kidding? My next glance catches him looking a little too amused so I summon all my seductive powers and reach for my greatest asset, my legs. With a pronounced shift, I part my bent knees just enough to whet his appetite then slowly look his way to see the effect. He slants his head and the corner of his mouth twitches, showing obvious interest, which makes me feel terribly smug. I pour a generous amount then make laggard work of oiling my legs. For his benefit, I straighten one leg, giving him a full glimpse of soft inner thigh while I work in the oil with languid strokes.
Satisfied that I have made the most of that particular asset I stop to admire the ocean, aware that the whooshing sound of the gentle waves has already peeled away all the tension with which I arrived. I could get used to this.
I do not even bother to resist glancing over when I resume with the application of suntan oil. I deserve a little boldness, a little fun.
Now the man looks pensive, as if he is studying me. I spend an adequate amount of time using my feminine wiles while I oil my other leg, bending and straightening this way and that, striking the most tantalizing poses. I seem to be on the right track; as far as I know, he has not glanced away once.
I fix my gaze directly upon him and raise my hip. I slide my hand inside my bathing suit, rubbing gently, partly to tease and partly to actually ensure full coverage of my buttock. As I shift to do the other side, I muse on the sheer sensuality of applying lotion.
If my little game is half as seductive for him as it is for me then he must be at least semi hard. If only he would lower his shielding bent knee then I could see the exact condition of that package those skimpy briefs are holding so dearly. How big? How hard? Does it flop to the side, or straight in front?
Rather devilish of me, I know, but this is the first time a man has stirred me in more than three years.
Feeling very suave, I finally screw the cap back on the bottle of oil and lean back in my seat. And that is when it happens. The supporting bar slips from its notch and to my horror, the back of the chair slams down flat, taking me with it. So much for my resolve! I squeeze my eyes shut, humiliated, and refuse to open them. If I could only bury my head in the sand... Dear God, that is not out loud laughter I hear.
I lie still in an effort to preserve some dignity. Maybe if I pretend this was my intended position all along he will believe it. Truly, the man has a knack for bringing the klutz out in me.
Eventually other thoughts of him begin to intrude. How odd that I should feel a disappointment that my embarrassment is fading. Odder that I seem to be even more aroused now than before the disaster.
The Mexican heat is relentless and after a while perspiration and oil blend to make my skin shine, transforming the sensuousness that I was feeling into an erotic hunger.
Unable to lie on my back any longer, I bravely raise myself on one elbow and shade my eyes with my hand. The ocean is still there but most people have left to escape the afternoon sun.
He has not.
A revitalizing thrill shimmers through me.
Although I am not ready to face him yet after my fiasco, I am well aware that he continues to observe me and therefore I take my time and every precaution when I decide to turn over. I sigh with relief at my success and close my eyes.
I regret having made the turn within minutes. Sunrays scorch my unprotected back mercilessly.
What else can go wrong?
I am not brave enough to risk another turnover just yet. All I need is for the chair to collapse completely. Stuck in the position, I reach back as gingerly as possible and blindly search for the bottle of oil with my hand.
"Why don't you let me do that."
The deep voice paralyzes every inch of me except for my heart, which suddenly begins to pound like the drums of an African tribe. "Um...er..."
Thank God he speaks English. American English.
He pulls up a chair while I am busy stammering like a fool. "May I?" he asks but does not wait for an answer. He sets the ground rules by taking the liberty of unsnapping the hook to my top. He does it with one hand and so swiftly that I do not realize what he has done until after the deed. The man has obviously had a little practice.
"Why ruin a good tan with lines? Ey?"
Yes, why?
Dumbstruck, tongue-tied, and inept are all good adjectives for me right now.
I decide he should have his hands registered as lethal weapons the moment he lays them on my shoulders. Heat radiates from his palms and sears through my body, summoning a burning desire that I never knew I housed. I moan and my hips push up before I know it.
Just because I have not been laid in three years... I blame the heat for this sudden dissolution of my inhibitions.
His touch is experienced and deliberate as he works across my shoulders in small rotations. Well mannered and eager to express appreciation to a man that knows what he is about, my body responds without hesitation, heating up from the inside, growing more needy for contact.
Who is he?
Let there be no significant other in the corners of his life, my heart begs of fate.
As I sink deeper into relaxation, sexual heat continues to tighten its grasp on me. It grows more difficult to control my willful hips from distending themselves by the second.
"Don't fight it," the man instructs me as though he has first-hand knowledge of my inner turmoil.
If you cannot beat them, join them. I heed his sound advice and let my hips loose to do as they wish and my mind, to drift through all the other things I want those hands to be doing to me. Let me see; where shall I start?
As he continues to massage his way down my back, I grow dizzy with anticipation. The descent is slow, with manipulative pauses to make me push out my bottom farther with yearning.
It is a lengthy period of torment before his hands reach where I need them, but not before my back is arched deep and my rear raised high, extending the full invitation that he has been silently demanding.
"What do you want, baby?" he asks as if we have known each other forever.
His intimate manner dissolves any pretense of hesitation I may have been contemplating like a cube of sugar in hot tea. I know instinctively that if I commit myself now there will be no returning. Driven by an unnamed force of trust, I commit--my silence, my permission.
My skin tingles when he eases his fingertips under the worn elastic of my swimsuit. Thank heavens there was no time to buy a new one. With each circle his hand makes he reaches farther inside, and I nibble my lip harder and grow a little wetter.
I cannot believe how loudly I moan when I feel his hand sweep across my ass cheeks. Lucky for me the beach is now deserted but even if it were not, I doubt I would care.
He scoots his chair closer and works with expertise. His hand slides back and forth, dipping lower between my cheeks with every pass, dividing my appreciation between the merits of the massage and the fuse of arousal that it has ignited. That is until he suddenly digresses, backing his hand out slowly. While he pours more oil, I wait patiently with my back arched and my rear protruded. The message cannot be any clearer.
"Perfect," he murmurs, pleased.
What in the world has come over me?
This time he ignores my cheeks and slides a finger directly toward my rectum. Guess he has no qualms about letting me know exactly what it is he wants. Some men have a flare for getting you to hand over what they seek on a silver platter. My friend here seems to be an expert. With his fingertip gently rotating my anal sphere, not only I make no effort to hide my pleasure but also my rear wiggles to boast of it. The circles grow smaller and smaller, until his finger stills directly on the opening. Then he pats it.
My deep embarrassment does not surprise me but the sudden gush of desire pooling at the apex of my legs does.
The man somehow seems to know the effect of my embarrassment on me and abandons one entrance for the other, as if to inspect the fruit of his deed. Using two fingers, he parts my sticky pussy lips then lets his hand rest, holding me spread. The long pause is intentional, to emphasize that I am at his whim. If he wants me to crave him, he has succeeded.
Having made his point, he takes time to fluff my pubic hair then eases his middle finger into my pussy partially. Nothing could have prepared me for the intensity his invasion generates! The man is well deserving of my inadvertent whimper of awe.
"Ooofff, what a wet pussy." He flutters his finger inside me but does not insert deeper than his second knuckle.
When he begins to withdraw, I want to scream, "Fuck me." Instead I keep still and let him lead. I have no desire to be the one in control here.
He returns to his original stop at my anus, circles and rubs briefly then picks up the bottle of oil once more. I see him dip the full length of his finger from the corner of my eye. O' yes, he has plans.
He slides his hand back inside my suit and positions his lubricated finger at my anal entrance. The gentle pressure he maintains is just enough to keep my rear dancing around the tip, looking for pleasure.
I would be proud of myself if I were he. Who knew anticipation and dread could be such an electrifying combination.
A tiny yelp escapes me when he unexpectedly forces and stretches the opening enough to lodge his fingertip just inside me. Since the yelp is not from any real pain, then it must be from satisfaction.
"I see you've got a real tight ass, baby."
Must he voice my every embarrassment? And why does it send such a surge of excitement through me when he does?
I moan wantonly when he does not insert beyond his fingertip. Like a pro, he holds his ground, demanding a greater gift. I cannot arch my back any deeper or extend my rear any farther. So I oblige him by begging him to insert more with a soft whimper. It is inexplicable why I hold such complete trust in this stranger but it seems I do.
I am inexperienced and therefore tight, as he says. He buries his finger open-handed, with patience but persistence. When he grasps my bottom firmly in his palm, hesitation is not an option for me. I am more than willing to grant the consent he demands for his free reign and do so with a small mewl.
He makes a token sound of triumph and extracts his finger half ways then reinserts deep. He does this once and removes his hand.
I am flabbergasted when I realize our play has concluded. This is not something my body can accept readily. Placing the lotion beside me, he bends forward and lays a gentle kiss on the back of my shoulder then stands.
I manage to rearrange my top over my breasts. At this point, what's a pair of naked tits? Holding the suit against my chest, I turn over clumsily only to find him walking back to his chair. What, without a word? Not even an exchange of names?
He glances over and gives me a cheeky wink then takes his seat and puts on his sunglasses and straw hat. Scooting lower in the chair, he folds his arms across his chest and grins like an imp.
I am still steaming an hour after my complete seduction and unable to take my eyes off him. My disappointment doubles when he begins to gather his beach things. How can he just leave?
I exhale a deep breath when he does make a detour and stops at my side, then I stop breathing all together when I glance up and find him looking down at me with that killer air of confidence.
"My name is Carlo," he says over the thunder of my heart.
"I-sa-bel," I stammer.
"Well, Isabel, why don't you go in now and get yourself ready. I'll see you in the restaurant at seven." It is an instruction, not an invitation. "Don't be late," he throws over his shoulder taking his leave, his swagger ever so sexy.
I sit stunned, no doubt my mouth gaping, my eyes glued to those perfect male buns receding, my mind calculating their exact firmness, were I to ever to get my hands on them. When he disappears through the tinted double doors of the hotel, I smile then hustle to gather up my belongings.
I may have brought only two dresses that are appropriate for a dinner date but I spend an hour deciding which one might appeal more to Carlo. Fixing my hair and applying makeup are not exactly a piece of cake either, as my hands shake with excitement.
I feel so alive.
Chapter 2
I arrive at the restaurant as nervous as if it were my first date. My heart races like a hunted rabbit's would when I search the room and do not find him. Then I turn toward the bar and our eyes lock.
Carlo is seated on a barstool, holding up a Margarita glass. He inclines his head, inviting me to join him.
Damn, but he looks good in those tan slacks and that print shirt.
I collect my faculties quickly and use the time it takes me to walk the longest twenty feet wisely. I remind myself, in a hardy pep talk, of the differences in behaving like a mature woman as opposed to an adolescent girl. With Carlo perusing me every step of the way, I make an effort at a provocative walk. Are you kidding, with lead feet? My heart no longer races; it pounds. As klutzy as I have been today, it will be a miracle if I make it there without stumbling in these high heels.
"You look great." Carlo stands and takes my hand to help seat me.
I would tell him so does he, but I still have not found my tongue and can offer no more than a nervous smile.
He strokes my cheek lightly with the back of his hand, compassion oozing from the gesture. "Relax, Isabel."
I am mystified by whether it is the ring of my name rolling off his lips or his instruction to relax, but magic is suddenly cast and I am ready for drink and conversation. Or maybe it is he himself, or those dark hypnotic eyes. They convey so much--wisdom, assurance, so many heavenly promises.
We spend the next half-hour on the preliminary background reporting customary for any first date no less one with a complete stranger. I am sure there will be a more in-depth probing during dinner.
As if to intentionally put me at ease, Carlo addresses the question foremost on my mind. He arrived two days ago and leaves the day after I do. Then he makes a more noble gesture by clarifying his unattached status, and his intention to spend our time here together. I believe that agreement was reached the moment we laid eyes on each other.
I feel exceptionally comfortable with Carlo. He is intelligent, considerate, and unlike my husband, interested in what I have to say. He listens intently and asks questions when I speak about my profession as a computer programmer and my life in Michigan. The fact that I am two years older than he disturbs me a little but I decide to chuck the rules and enjoy the passing fling.
Carlo is also witty. His sense of humor is an unexpected delight. His father was Greek and his mother is Italian. He seems to hold a special fondness for his younger brother. It is obvious his is a close-knit family and I cannot help but feel an innocent envy. Mine never was, and now no one is left. Only recently have I begun to realize my decision to marry David was based on nothing but my dream for a congenial family.
Immigrants, Carlo's family has lived in Southern California since he was a young boy. He holds a degree in civil engineering and owns a construction company. He also helps run his family-owned Italian restaurant. I bet he is a good cook. I certainly would not mind tasting his spicy meatballs.
But as I listen to him, I cannot shake off a disturbing thought. A man this perfect could not have escaped matrimony for no reason. There has to be something wrong with him.
"Come on, let's eat." Carlo suddenly snatches my hand. I manage to set my drink down without spilling any just as he drags me off the barstool.
Our table has been ready for some time apparently and he leads me straight to it. No sooner do we sit than the waiter places two plates of chilled salad in front of us. Ordinarily I would take offense at my date choosing my menu but somehow with Carlo it is a welcomed gesture.
Our main course, again preordered, comprises of broiled shrimp over rice and fresh vegetables. Meanwhile Margaritas continue to arrive. Compliments of the house, there is an endless flow day and night.
Our platonic conversation brushes the undeniable sexual tension that is between us to the background for the time being. I feel closer to Carlo by the end of dinner than I ever did to my husband. When the check arrives, Carlo charges it to his room then without warning, he grabs my hand and drags me out of my seat. "Let's go."
I trot behind him like an obedient pet to keep up with his long strides. I do not bother to ask him where we are going--it really does not matter.
A hotel attendant hails us a cab. It is a twenty-minute ride while Carlo makes friends with the driver before we arrive downtown. We bid the driver good health and a long life, and I find myself standing in front of a nightclub.
The club is jammed and festive. Carlo whisks me straight to the dance floor. Mexican music blares through the speakers and not a bone alive could resist dancing to it--certainly not mine.
I am beside myself when Carlo turns out to be a terrific dancer. It is in his blood. Not to be egotistical but I am overly passionate by nature and my entire life I have wished for a man who could compliment me as a dance partner.
Vigorous exercise in humidity is even more exerting and soon we begin to perspire. Carlo leads me to the bar and again equips me with a drink without deference to my choice. As it has been the case all evening, what I get is the very thing I would have chosen. The thirst-quenching cranberry juice hits the spot.
We make a bathroom run then return to the dance floor. The room is more crowded now and we dance body to body, stoking a different type of heat. Something about the Latin culture, particularly the music tends to ignite passions. Intense sexual tensions vibrate not just between Carlo and me but also throughout the entire room.
The music slows and Carlo takes me in his arms as though he has done so a million times before. We fit. Perfectly. I chain my fingers behind his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist. We move to the rhythm sensually. Free of cologne his unique smell is a serenade to my senses.
The lights dim for more romance and encourage our first kiss, the beginning of our intimacy. So new, so wondrous--the taste of his breath, the moisture of his tongue, his gradual demand for possession. I soak up the warmth and memorize the feel of his mustache.
When the circle closes in around us and allows more privacy, Carlo cups my ass cheeks and, eyes locked on mine, bends me backwards. "Feel that, baby?" he asks, pressing my pelvis against his erection. "I want you."
The hardness he offers like a promise makes my knees go weak. I can just sense the intensity of his first entry into my body.
The precision with which this man hones on my sexual desires is enthralling. I close my eyes and let my head roll back.
God, please let him be for real.
While I pray, Carlo's hands slip between my upper thighs from behind and rub my crotch through the folds of my skirt. My eyes snap open and I see that the gentleman dancing next to us is fixated on my bottom. He slowly raises his lust-filled eyes to mine. His approval of the liberty Carlo takes is silent but unmistakable. Why is it that I am not at all bothered by this?
My telepathic communication with the man breaks when Carlo's arms come back up to embrace me. A woman could soothe herself eternally against a hard broad chest such as his. As he spins us around, I shut my eyes and breathe in his existence.
With the end of the song, he takes my hand and once more, we depart abruptly.
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Intruder
by Ciana Rose
We had been dancing for an hour. The floor was jam packed with couples who, like us, were attempting to seduce each other with sexual moves. After all, isn't that what dancing is all about, seduction?
But Max had begun seducing me long before that. Three days of abstinence, three days in anticipation of another night of sexual adventure had slowly stoked my fires into a blazing inferno. Matters grew worse when I dressed for the night. Short skirt, high heels, and no panties always make me feel more feminine, more vulnerable--ready for a man, ready for Max. But that wasn't enough for him. Ruthlessly, he spent the entire dinner teasing me into a state that would guarantee compliance, to any whim. He keeps me needy deliberately. For that, I thank him.
The dancing was just another ploy to carve deeper into my hunger. Occasional brushings against my breasts, my bottom were meant to torture me, and keep my bare crotch in heat, and wetting. And after all that, Max sealed my fate even more solidly; kisses, heavenly, hypnotizing kisses--such soft, luxuriant mouth to lose my mind in. Max is a master at reducing me to serve his any desire. If he had asked to fuck me in the middle of that dance floor that night, I probably wouldn't have hesitated for an instant.
I knew the real thrill was about to begin when at the end of the song, Max took my hand and led me toward the back of the bar. That recognition alone was cause enough to start a flood at the juncture of legs.
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I didn't know what to expect when Max, inconspicuously, pushed open an "Employees Only" door, and stepped through without hesitation. Worried, I glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, but Max tugged my hand and forced me to follow.
Once the door shut behind us, it shut out all the noise. I found myself in a dimly lit, narrow hallway. Cases of booze, and mops and buckets were stacked along one side. There were several rooms off the other side. Something about a deserted place always gives me goose bumps.
Max seemed to know exactly what he was doing as he led me toward the end of the hall. The goose bumps grew more prickly, as did my nerves. I was sure a door was going to fly open any moment, and we would be caught trespassing. But it didn't happen.
At the end of the hall, Max opened another door and again, entered as though he owned the place. We stepped onto a better-lit landing at the top of a staircase. From the musty smell, I guessed it to be the basement.
Without explanation, Max slowly descended the stairs, and I followed. My heart raced with fear, and excitement. The danger was thrilling the hell out of me. It was also making me soaking wet.
The basement itself was cast in shadows, but the light from the top of the stair allowed sufficient visibility. Like most basements, it was being used for storage. There were crates, barstools, and tables piled everywhere, covered in dust.
Max made his way to an old desk in the corner of the room, with me in tow. He shoved some of the clutter aside and propped himself against the edge. Then he drew me between his spread legs, and into his arms.
He quickly wove me into a trance with another of his searing kisses. As far as I'm concerned, he can hold me captive with that sensuous mouth of his for the rest of my life, any time. Wishful thinking though, because to my regret, the kiss ended entirely too soon. My eyes popped open, bringing me to the present, only to be lost again in Max's penetrating gaze.
Like a puppet, I waited to see what was in store for me next. One arm wound firmly around my waistline, he turned me to stand a little more sideways. Then whispering, "Lift your skirt," he slowly lowered his free hand.
As I held the front of my skirt raised, my breath caught with the anticipation of his touch. He slowed his descending hand even more, just to torment me further. He takes immense pleasure in making me wait--and by his expression, it was no different then.
I was quivering by the time Max's fingers brushed my tender flesh. The contact made me whimper, and my body swayed toward him in its want.
"No." His wrapped arm tightened around me, allowing me to lean only my upper body against him. "Keep still."
"Damn you," I murmured, frustrated.
I had to fight to stand still, but couldn't stop whimpering while his fingers continued to fuel the flames of my core with light touches, and minute insertions.
Keeping me suffering, Max nuzzled against my hair and murmured, "My pussy." Two fucking words and my knees suddenly buckled. Catching me, he chuckled and withdraw his hand.
"Nooooo," I whined, unable to decide if I preferred the torment, or the lack of it.
As if to gloat over the power he holds over me, he sniffed his sticky fingers then rubbed them together. His smile of approval made me want to fall to my knees and beg him to fuck me.
Suddenly, Max spun me around and bent me over his arm, exposing my bare bottom from under my too-short skirt. It makes me tingle all over every time he boldly takes what he wants from me, as if it belongs to him. In truth, it does.
He grunted another approval as he rubbed his palm against my taut cheeks. "Nice," he murmured. "Such a nice ass for me to fuck." His hand slid down the back of my thighs possessively then returned for another grope of my full bottom. "You need to cum, baby? Hmmm?"
"Yes," I drawled, a little surprised by the offer.
"Then bend your knees more," he said, pronouncing my penance for the privilege of coming. He even kindly leaned to accommodate me. "That's it, baby, push out, make that pussy more available to me." Speaking, he pressed his palm against my burning center.
I moaned loudly, danger of being caught long forgotten. But then Max purposely patted my saturated entrance, and embarrassed me with the sound. I mumbled a protest that we both knew to be meaningless, and wet heavily.
"Good girl, show me how much you like me embarrassing you."
I groaned my surrender and allowed myself to immerse in the sweet pleasure of it all.
"Ooooo, so horny," Max said as he spread my tender labia and held it parted. "I'll give it a good fucking when I'm ready. Right now, why don't you just cum for me." And with that, he took my clit between his adept fingers and made it so.
Trembling, I came. But hell, between concentrating on keeping quiet and a hollow orgasm, it was hardly satisfying. But then that was the intent, wasn't it? This, like all the others, was a calculated delivery to keep me dangled with just enough nagging desire. And to make sure, damn him, he removed his hand before my spasms subsided and satisfaction could settle in. And so, I fell a little more in love with my man.
Straightening, I threw my arms around Max's neck and held him dearly. He indulged me for a moment, then with a hand on my shoulder, bid me onto my knees. I went down, happy to do so.
As I looked up from my kneeling position, I knew I had to be radiating with my urge to serve him. Max stared back with that conceited smile of his that says without doubt, the starved state he has worked me into, makes my best efforts at pleasuring him a given.
"What do you want, baby?"
I batted my eyelashes and answered, "Your big beautiful cock."
He grinned. "Hungry, are you? Patience, my love."
As I waited, I observed his every breath. I know all his expressions--every tick, every move, every nuance that defines Max. The look of ownership in his eyes as he extracted his semi hardness was one I've seen many times. Still, it never fails to cause my heart to skip a beat, or two.
When I lunged for the magnificent tool, Max swiftly moved out of reach. I gave him my most effective pout then smiled cunningly. He laughed, then placed his swollen penis between my lips.
With a flick of my tongue I treated my taste buds to sweet pre-cum. But I was too damned eager to play and swallowed most of his shaft into my mouth. He groaned with the pleasure. For me, it was getting to suck on him that made me moan.
In no hurry, Max watched me work on his handsome male organ. I know what great satisfaction he takes in my need for him. I gave him the treatment he deserves--lavishing with my tongue--long licks, slow circles. And after bestowing kisses of gratitude, I held the shaft and locked my lips tightly around the burgeoning head. I can never suck him hard enough. It's a means for replenishing my soul.
I froze on the spot when I heard the door of the basement open and close. As usual, Max kept his cool. At the sound of descending footsteps I tried to get up, but Max put a hand on my head and stayed me. Confused, I shot him an askance glance. He silently bade me to remain. My chest pounded wildly in a combination of dread and excitement.
Too soon, I heard the intruder at the bottom of the stairs and unconsciously sucked in my breath. A dead silence fell for the tiniest moment, then the sound of a soft male gasp echoed in the room. We had been discovered.
Tension followed as I waited for the intruder's reaction. I didn't dare to look at him. But when he continued to stand there, I grew curious, and courageous. Slowly, I turned my head.
The intruder was one of the bartenders. His nametag identified him as Joe. I remembered him for the one who had been sneaking glimpses at me earlier in the night. He appeared very young. He also filled his uniform quite well. That little detail I managed to notice regardless of the looming danger.
Joe met my eyes shyly. He seemed caught between wanting to smile boldly and being too timid, undoubtedly due to lack of experience. I felt charitable and smiled to put him at ease.
With a finger under my chin, Max brought my face back. He bent low and gently brushed his lips against mine. Then straightening, he held his rigid manhood to my mouth.
I sucked with vengeance. Even more aroused by having an audience, I put on my best performance. Max remained silent but I sensed his focus was more on Joe than the blowjob in progress.
Engrossed in devouring him, Max took me off guard when he suddenly withdrew and turned my head toward the bartender once more.
What I saw pleased me immensely. Apparently, he had adapted quickly, because he stood with his pants lowered to his hips and his cock waving prominently. It was a nice cock, but still too young to have achieved the manly experiences Max's has to offer. Eyes fixed on us, absentmindedly, Joe reached out and began to stroke his hard-on. With a smile, I returned my attention to Max.
I quickly submerged into the delights of attending to his cock. It's the love of my life, only second to Max. Its scent, its taste, its silky smoothness are a treat to my senses. I take special joy in laving it with my tongue. It's my way of expressing my love, my appreciation of Max. I do it often, as it is little due for the extent of the internal contentment he brings me.
Movement drew me from my reverie. I opened my eyes and found Joe standing within reach of us. Watching me suck, he stroked himself far more confidently. Without releasing Max from my mouth, I looked up and met the young man's eyes. He took a half-step forward and pushed his hips out, as if to present me his cock. I doubt he was even aware he had done so. Obviously, he was more proud of his manhood than he was shy.
I continued to divide my attention between the two of them. While I ravished Max with my mouth, I encouraged Joe with my eyes. He seemed to grow more emboldened by my watching him beat his swollen shaft. Apparently, he also enjoyed an audience.
In an unexpected move, Max suddenly withdrew and twisted my head toward Joe. I opened my mouth and Joe, eyes growing wide with astonishment, frantically stuffed himself into it.
His moans rose instantly as I gave him a special treat of the lessons Max has taught me. I had an urge to offer Joe my finest techniques. But I hardly got a chance, as he was already ejaculating barrels of hot sperm down my throat.
Max clutched a fistful of my hair in one hand, and stroked his erection with the other. "Oh yeah, suck him," he murmured, his voice laced with excitement.
Attuned to him with every fiber of my being, I sensed his impatience as he allowed the bartender to complete his release. But not a second longer. No sooner was Joe done than Max, with a yank of my hair, dragged my mouth back to his own bursting hard mass.
Knowing well what pleasures Max, I let some of the collected fresh cum ooze just as he placed his hot flesh between my lips. When he moaned, I deliberately relaxed my mouth and more of the hot substance slid down my chin.
"That's nice, baby." Using the liquefying cream as lubricant, Max briefly rubbed his cock-head against my cheeks and chin then returned it to be sucked again. Then, "Hold your face up for me."
My breath caught the instant I realized his intention. Providing Max his pleasures gives me a satisfaction that cannot be put into words.
As I tilted my face up, I saw Joe tending yet another fine erection. He seemed fascinated by Max's actions, probably more by his ability to command my cooperation so easily. Little did Joe know that I thrive on Max's demands.
Max glanced at Joe, more than likely to ensure he had the young man's full attention before he proceeded. Then he began to shoot his sweet semen, aiming to cover my face evenly. He did it quietly, as if for the bartender's benefit. Yet, every one of his heavy breaths was revealing of the depth of his gratification.
"Oh, shit!" Joe's sudden outburst sounded as though he had caught himself by surprise. With a loud grunt, he followed Max's lead. His eyes squeezed shut momentarily, then popped open. His expression was a mix of embarrassment and pleasure, but soon turned into utter mesmerism as he watched himself also squirt all over my face.
I turned back and forth between the two, trying to lick both cock-heads, and catch what I could with my tongue. It seemed endless--neither running out. Later, Max confirmed that, at least for him, it took a second coming to satisfy him adequately.
There was a lengthy silence, all of us returning from euphoria gradually. Then unanimous sighs of satiation exploded into the room. I glanced up at Max, wearing my affections in my smile. He returned it with one of his own--one that always makes me feel so very loved.
"Thanks, Joe," Max said, taking the towel Joe was offering. Gently, he began to wipe my face.
Once we were all fully recovered and in tact, Max took out his wallet.
"O' no, Mr. Connor, that's not necessary." Joe held up his hands and shook his head vehemently. "It was my pleasure. If ever again...I mean...well, any time, just call on me."
I should have known Max had arranged this little interlude. The man is hell-bent on fulfilling my every fantasy. Not to mention, a few of his own. I looked at him, my heart filled with love, proud to be his woman.
"Now, baby," Max said, swinging me in his arms, "why don't we go home and see about that fucking you need."
This time, I did the leading, promptly rushing us out of the club, and to the car.
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Satisfaction
Ciana Rose
© 2006
Selia's day had been too long and too hard, one of those demanding, nothing-goes-right days that makes you want to scream your head off. But it was over now and all she had to do was get through the rush-hour traffic and make it home. Everything would be all right then. Of that, she was sure.
Turning into the driveway faster than she should, Selia knocked the gearshift into park, grabbed her purse, and nearly stumbled in her rush out of the car. She barged through the back door with only one thing on her mind. Her bulging handbag landed on the recliner seat and her keys hit the kitchen table with a thump. She passed by the stack of mail on the tiled counter without a second glance, pulling her sweater over her head, throwing it on the floor as she sped through the den.
She hurried up the stairs, reaching the top winded. The bedroom door stood open. She burst through then came to a halt. Her eyes greedily took in the object of her haste and she forced herself to draw a deep calming breath.
Russell looked up. His sexy mouth slowly curved into a smile, his special reassuring smile that always made Selia feel at home. He tossed the sports magazine aside and propped himself higher against the headboard, his muscular body perfectly at ease in its nudity. With the adjustment, he drew up one leg to bend his knee. The other leg lay heavily over the rumpled sheets.
Selia tore her gaze away from his face, letting it slip past the broad shoulders, the sparsely haired chest, the flat stomach, to come to rest on his groin. Under her hungry probe, the limp cock lying in its nest of curls twitched once, twice, then began to rise to the occasion. Selia, her irritation and fatigue quickly fading, licked her lips absently as she watched it stretch into its perfect shape and pleasurable proportions, becoming the work of art she had dubbed it to be on first acquaintance. Another deep breath filled her lungs; the world would be right again. Soon.
Their eyes met and locked. She took two slow cat-like steps forward and stopped. Russell's eyebrow flared then settled and his gaze dropped to Selia's chest expectantly.
Her arms crossed in front and she took hold of her shirt by the hem with both hands. A cheeky grin revealed her pleasure as she teased Russell with a brief pause before continuing. She raised the hem slowly, her narrow waist twisting side to side in deliberate seduction. One breast, covered in powder-blue lace, revealed itself, disappeared momentarily then reappeared, this time with its twin. The shirt climbed higher and higher, eventually sliding over Selia's head and then falling on the carpet. There was no need for an exchange of words; actions and expressions spoke far more eloquently.
The shoes flew a short distance as Selia kicked them off one by one, her eyes never leaving Russell. The slacks were next. She undid the clasp, slowly drew down the zipper, and dug her thumbs inside the waistband. Her hips moved right and left as she began to tug the pants lower, but stopped abruptly with a change of mind. Her quick about-face drew a soft chuckle from Russell. She leaned forward, just a little, pushing her rear out, then resumed, wiggling more provocatively as she slowly pulled her slacks and panties down together. They cleared her creamy buttocks and came to a stop at her upper thighs. She held the pose until she heard an appreciative grunt from behind then proceeded to slowly slide the slacks and panties down her long legs until they lay on the floor at her feet.
Selia straightened and turned to Russell as she stepped away from the heap of clothes. His glance descended leisurely and fixed on her pubic area. Selia's hand followed unconsciously, fluffing the soft thatch of hair before her fingers uncurled on their own accord and slid between her dampened petals. The pleasure took her unexpectedly; her eyelids drooped, her head rolled back, and she moaned in her pleasure.
Russell cleared his throat. It took a second clearing for him to gain Selia's attention. She shook her head and squinched her nose, giggling at her folly, then grew serious once more. Combing her fingers through her thick curls, she reached back and arching, unsnapped the hook of her bra. The satin straps slid off her round shoulders and she discarded the lacy restricter with a hearty sigh of liberation.
Russell's staying glance halted Selia's approach. She stood naked, her hands falling to her sides. His predatory scrutiny made her self-conscious. It also aroused her. Her breasts tightened and grew heavier, her pink nipples hardening like two bullets. Heat unfurled low in her belly and her breath quickened with desire.
Russell's eyes made a slow steady perusal of her slim, shapely form, taking their sweet time to take in their fill. He summoned her with a nudge of his head. Selia went to him without a word, her eager expression betraying her unhurried pace. She climbed onto the bed gingerly, and as gingerly, positioned herself astride his strong thighs on her knees. Once more, their eyes connected, immersing them in the knowledge that their exchange will constitute more than mere physical satisfaction.
Russell's hand came up and wrapped firmly around his cock, holding it steady in preparation for Selia's descent. She inched forward into position. Her shaky, anticipating fingers sank into her soft golden tuft and shamelessly parted the hidden slit to show herself. Blood pumped and heat swirled deeper, producing more of the sweet nectar of love while Russell's devouring gaze continued to feast. Only when his glazed eyes rose to hers did Selia slowly begin to lower herself onto his pulsing cock. Silk brushed against silk and her eyelids fell to the serenade of a long-winded sigh.
It took every ounce of self-control and patience to do no more than press against the thick crown, which covered the entire span of her opening. Her gentle hip rotations blended male, female fluids, making it slippery, slick. The crown slipped through accidentally, drawing gasps from both lovers. Surprised eyes met, and the same wild urge and struggle for control reflected in both pairs.
Selia slowly slid down the hard shaft, ripples of ecstasy raking her senses, their duet of moans ringing in her ears. Her vagina vibrated as inch by inch the tight canal stretched to accommodate him, the growing fullness extending to her very soul, infusing her with new life.
The rocking began gently, back and forth, and grew more demanding as the magnet of desire drew Selia closer to Russell with every motion. Big hands came up and fondled her pendulous breasts. Thumbs and forefingers worked to punish those luscious nipples. Her moans came continuously, reiterating her needs. It wasn't going to take long at all.
Selia's gaze locked with Russell's as her hips moved more urgently, more determinedly. He thrust to her rhythm, long satisfying slides, while she squeezed in demand of pleasure. Recognition registered on Russell's face the instant Selia began to teeter on the edge of climax. He pinched her sensitive nipples with his fingernails and gritted, possessively waiting for his reward.
The sharp pain of pleasure hurled Selia into sweet oblivion, drawing a guttural scream as mounted frustration and body exploded into indefinable gratification. Abandoning herself, her awareness centered solely on the sensations swirling within her feminine walls as they grasped, sucked, and devoured the hard cock pumping inside her, wielding its ruthless power to secure her dependence.
The numbness of the aftermath wore off while Russell cooed and held Selia in his protective arms. Innocent pecks and nibbles of fulfillment were quickly pushed aside by the stubborn re-emergence of carnal needs.
"Selia...." Impatient for true satisfaction, Russell suddenly rolled over, trapping a lost Selia beneath his tense body. His spread fingers clamped on either side of her thrashing head, calling for her attention. Selia stilled suddenly. Blue eyes popped open to the present. She drew her legs up sharply and clasped them around his waist. Then the thrashing began anew, and with vengeance. Possessed by an overwhelming urge to spare him nothing, she huffed and grunted as she struggled to widen the spread of her thighs for the taking.
Russell's mouth swooped down and found hers. The kiss was savage, as if a punishment for the extent of his desire. He sucked and bit, unforgiving. His hot tongue thrust in and out, turning and twisting, sweeping thoroughly. And when his lips did tear away, they left hers swollen and bruised.
He forced his hands underneath her buttocks and lifted them with a firm grip, enabling himself to plunge deeper, to pound more passionately. Selia groaned, her body welcoming the vicious attack, the unrelenting demands of his manly needs.
Still, it wasn't enough. Russell freed his hands and quickly draped first one long shapely leg then the other over his shoulders, pressing Selia into a tight roll, effectively locking her upturned bottom higher for maximum penetration. His strokes now more vehement, he repeatedly withdrew to the brim then plowed back in with the force of his desire.
Tension thickened and Russell thrust recklessly. Labored breathing, slapping balls, urgent whimpers and heartfelt pleas filled the silence of the room like a choir fills a cathedral.
Russell's body, sleek with perspiration, suddenly tensed and his head snapped back in preparation. A deep primitive growl, and Selia felt hot sperm eject into her womb. Her mind conjured a vivid image of the rigid cock pumping vigorously, unburdening itself within her body and the coil of need tightened even more. Her arms locked fiercely around Russell's neck and her hips pressed upward, straining to gain that impossible closeness.
The intensity of his climax tapering, Russell ground his pelvis against her spread cunt. The pressure was the crucial nudge Selia needed and resistance shattered in retribution. A scream of victory burst from her lungs before her trembling body began to thrash violently as it gorged on a satisfaction more purified this time by their unison.
In this ultimate state, Russell and Selia moved harmoniously and moaned rhythmically. He, still pouring his precious seed, she, absorbing it with untamed greed.
It was a long time before heart rates slowed and breathing grew normal. With Selia's stirring, Russell's soft, satisfied cock slipped out of its moist haven. He drew himself up on his elbows and studied her expression of bliss. His gentle, affectionate kiss to her forehead opened Selia's eyes. They smiled at each other, once more awed by the healing power of love and lovemaking.
Russell rolled over onto his back, his tucked arm wrapping around her to draw her against his side. Selia snuggled closer. She fitted her head in the crook of his shoulder and hooked a lazy leg over his. Gratified sighs and sweet kisses followed, sealing their sharing, then leading them into tranquility.
As she was drifting off, a trickle of hot fluid slipped through her swollen labia. Selia smiled, like an angel, and pressed her damp apex against the muscular thigh that was wedged between her legs.
Russell returned a listless kiss then allowed himself to plunge into the abyss of contentment.
Selia sighed deeply. At last, satisfaction prevailed, and the world had righted once more. Just before she fell into deep sleep, her hand slid down and gently cupped Russell's warm, drained testicles.
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Office Romance
by Tonnie
"Tracy would you please come in here" Mr Bradley politely comanded his
secretary on the phone. What the hell does he want now Tracy thought to
herself as she walked to her bosses office. Mr Bradley always gave her a
hard time,she stayed late had to come in to work early and almost had to
redo all the documents she typed up.It was also no comfort that they went
to the sama high school. He was a big CEO and her life was crap.
"Tracy how many times do I have to do your jobb for you?" he asked. He
didn't have time to ask much else as Tracy hit him with the personal
organiser shed been holding."What the hell is wrong with you? I cant do
this any more I quit." She continued to call him a few more names that
nobody had ever dared to call him.The more she shouted he realised the
more turned on he got. Tracy stood there looking at him after her out
burst her cheast heaving and what a chest it was. All he could think
about was tearing away her blouse and taking her nipples in to his mouth.
He stood up and walked round his desk,she stepped back not in fear but in
retaliation.At that moment she could think of nothing but kissing his
full lips.He walked slowly towards her took her in to his arms and kissed
her,a hot open mothed kiss with tounges winding. He tore away her blouse
and as the buttons droped to the floor all sanity left them both.He
reached under her skirt and was shoked to find nothing,the woman wore no
underware.He slowly carresed her wetness,she was hot and ready she threw
back her head droping the large pin holding her hair up.With shaking
hands she unziped his pants and he groaned to her the sound seemed to
rock the office.Then he picked her up and laid her on the desk qiqly took
off his pants and boxers. Oh my.... damn its big she thought to herself.
He violently opened her thighs. He looked at her right then her red hair
sprawled on his desk a godess he thought. He held hi cock in his hands
teasing her openig while stroaking her clit.she sat up!
suddenly and moved forward and took him in to her. He slid in and out of
her she grew wetter. she screamed and begged for more,it was all the man
could handle he threw her on the floor on her tummy and got on his knees
between her thighs. He plunged his whole 10 inches in to her.
"Will you ever disobay me" he asked, she dnt answer but screamed in
pleasure as he fucked her harder and spanked her ass. Her crys of harder
were met with more ficking.He was shoked to be sprayed with cum from her
pussy moments later. She lay on tho floor panting, he turned her over
ruthlessly and jamed his cock in her mouth as she sucked he felt the all
too familiar tension. He took his cock and flew cum all over her chest.
"God that was the best sex I'v ever had," she turned and looked at him
where he'd collapsed and said "I'v had better."
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Emily the not-so-virgin
by EM
AT Eighteen, Emily had fallen in love many times. She had alot of previous boyfriends, none that compared to her current beu Steven. He was a tall, dark haired boy with blue eyes, and a very good friend, as well as boyfriend. Emily, short and blonde, was so in love. Every second she thought of him, everything reminded her of him. He was the exact same way.
Emily had grown up in a well respected and strict family, her dad was a minister at the local church, so she was expected to be grown up and reponsible. She had never done more than make out with a boy in her entire life, virgin was practically written on her forhead, untill she found herself alone at his house late one night.....
"That was a great movie," she commented, starting to get up and stretch, they were both sitting on his bed in his room right after seeing the Lakehouse, one of her personal favorites. "Yeah," he replied. "The girl is really pretty," she awed. "Not as pretty as you," he whispered wrapping his arms around her waist. "Aww, you are such a sweetie." "Only for you." "I love you," she stated, not at all afraid, for this wasn't the first time she'd stated that. "I love you too." "I'd die for you Steven," she whispered in the half lit room. "I know something that would make me happier, and dosn't include you dying," he trailed off. "What would that be?" He leaned over her, letting go of her waist, forcing her to lie flat on her back on his bed. "You could take your clothes off," he replied seriously and sincerly. His beautiful blue eyes burned through her, she knew she shouldnt, but she couldnt deny him, and she gave in, pulling her shirt over her head.
He reached his hands under her as he kissed her unhooking her bra and sliding it off. "Wow" he replied looking at her breasts. They werent so big, but perfectly shaped. He touched one, petting it and feeling them over. Then he felt down her legs and around her pussy, and unbuttonhed her pants. "Steven, we can't! What if your parents come home!" "Baby, they're gone for the weekend," she reluctantly let him slide off her jeans. He felt the strings on her bikini underwear, and slipped them off too. She layed totally naked on his bed, his hands feeling all over her as he kissed her. She felt up and drew his shirt over his head, and in response he tore off his pants and boxers lying right on top of her. She wanted him, there was no doubt. "Steven," she moaned at the sight of his penis, "Please, please fuck me," she begged and urged pulling him close. He was erect from seeing her pussy and shoved his penis in her pussy, pulling in and out penatrating harder and harder
. Emily screamed and moaned, begging for more. "Harder!" she yelled, being fucked already like a ragdoll. He pushed harder and faster untill he got himself moaning and her screaming. He finally had his orgasm, she did too, though she wanted more. He pulled out and layed flat on his bed panting, it was her first time and there was blood all over the place. Neither of them cared, and she continued to suck his dick, making him moan, with her sucking and blowing. "Emily, Emily," he moaned. He finally cummed, and even as her first time, she swallowed, which made him so happy. They both got tired and laid panting on his bed untill his older brother came in, and they scrambled to get their clothes on.
"Ahh fucking Heather again, thats the third time this week!" he acused.
"Who's heather?" Emily asked.
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Visit to Amsterdam
Tags: lesbian, massage
Elena reveals her lust for a former schoolmate.
The streets are almost empty at this time of day. Though it is a beautiful day with a strong sun and crisp breeze in the air, mid-afternoon is a quiet time in this part of town. It awakens by 23:00 and is in full gear by midnight. Only an occasional tourist group and curious gawker is seen staring at the windows and shoppes that house the world famous prostitutes and sex shows.
Elena walks briskly through this section. She is amazed by the vivid sex advertisements - as are all of the world travelers to the Amsterdam. This is the center of the sex industry. Elena's curiosity is aroused, but she does not stop to investigate. She is not here for a tour. No, Elena is finally on a journey she has started in many ways as a younger woman. A journey that she hopes will answer many questions for her. Questions that have made her soul throb, and her heart pound. Her journey has taken her here in search of answers, and to renew a deep friendship put on hold ages ago.
Elena had left Russia to explore her dreams. She missed her family and friends. She especially missed Irinka. It was a mutual friend that had given Irinka her email address. Elena's heart leapt for joy when she heard from her friend, and became overjoyed at the invitation to visit her in Amsterdam.
Irinka and Elena had been very close for a long time. Many nights Elena would stay over night at Irinka's home, and they would stay up very late with the light off and only a candle burning dimly, with incense to make their storytelling more exciting. They would whisper stories about many things, holidays they spent with their family, shopping for clothes, adventures they enjoyed. Mostly they loved to tell stories of their erotic romps with their boyfriends. That made Elena tingle inside. She loved to look into Irinka's eyes, burning as brightly as the candle between them, listening to her soft voice whisper about the fun she had with Dimitri, the tall boy with long dirty hair and thick lips that Elena secretly imagined kissing herself!
Irinka told Elena of the secret games she played with Dimitri. She would rock back and forth on her bottom as she talked, and sometimes would slip her hand in between her legs and rock on that too. Her breath got quicker, almost as if she were running and breathing hard keep oxygen pumping through her. But she was not running, and Elena wondered if Irinka was getting as aroused by her own story as Elena was. Elena often felt a wet trickle between her legs as Irinka whispered about the naughty thing she did with Dimitri. Her moist lips parted slightly, and Elena wished she could kiss her friend right then. But that was taboo. She could not kiss a girl, not her friend! Still these thoughts came to Elena and haunted her as she secretly wished she could kiss and hug her friend like passionate lovers do.
Once, Irinka told a story of a girl she had seen in school. Her name was Tanya, and she was very beautiful. Very athletic and strong, with soft skin and long blond hair. Tanya was very quiet. She was intelligent in school, yet did not have very many friends. Irinka described one day when she and Tanya had stayed late for a ballet class. All the other students had finished and left, but Irinka and Tanya stayed to study and practice for a dance they would perform later that week. It was a beautiful dance - Elena had seen them in the performance, and was so excited to see Irinka perform so beautifully, and had thought Tanya was wonderful too.
Irinka told Elena that after the late practice one night, they were in the changing room and decided to take a shower together. The teacher had left the dressing room and went into her office to finish up some work, so the girls were all alone in the shower room. At first Tanya was a little nervous to be naked in front of Irinka. But Irinka assured her it was OK. She took her by the hand, and walked under the hot steaming shower. It felt good on their tired stiff bodies, all tense from the practice. They stood close to each other under the hot spray, and Irinka wrapped her arms around Tanya, and kissed her. Tanya came alive! She slid her hands down over Irinka's ass, and pulled her close to her. They kissed and felt each other up just like they did with their boyfriends. Only this was so much sexier to them....
Elena watched Irinka's face change, becoming flushed and aroused by the story she was telling. Irinka's hand was between her legs, and she rocked back and forth on it quickly. Elena was so excited she too copied her friend, and put her hand in betwen her legs and rocked. She felt a pleasant itch spread over her swollen pussy. They looked in each other's eyes as Irinka teased Elena with her story. Elena was breathing hard as she listened, and felt her pussy becoming very wet. She secretly wished it had been her in the shower with Irinka!
... the girls kissed passionately in the shower, and slid their wet soapy hands over each other's tits. Tanya was moaning softly, and Irinka slid her soapy hand in betwen Tanya's muscled thighs. She fingered her ballet friend's pussy, making her quiver in the steamy hot shower. Tanya kissed Irinka passionately, and slid her finger into Irinka's dripping pussy. They lustily slid their fingers into each other and rubbed their nubs. Tanya arched her back, and as the water rushed over their bodies, the young girls came together moaning and orgasming in the hot steam.
On hearing the girls climax in Irinka's story, Elena secretly slid her finger inside her pyjammas and rubbed herself to a climax. Irinka was now no longer speaking, and was moaning with her head back and eyes closed. It was very dim, and only a little candle flicker showed thier faces. Elena gasped softly and came in her panties. Irinka moaned then became silent, rolling softly onto her side, smiling sweetly back at Elena. Elena rolled onto her side too. The two girls lay there silently, very satisfied, and relaxed. Slowly they drifted off to sleep. Elena wondered to herself, if she should go and lay with her friend, and massage and kiss her like Tanya in the story. But she was not sure if that was right. So she did not make a move, and the chance never came up again. Elena kept playing the sexy story in her mind and wondered if somehow it could become real for her!
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Elena checked the directions she had written down to find Irinka's shoppe and matched the streetsign with the one on her paper. Looking a short distance away, she saw the sign on the shoppe - Mistress Natalya - Hot Nude Massage - hanging decoratively from the entrance. Irinka worked there part-time, to help pay for her studies at the University there. She had said in her email to Elena to come by her work to see the famous district and chat with her if it wasn't too busy. They were to meet at the shoppe, then take a brief tour of the district together. Later, they would maybe go to a late night party and club at the city's hot spots. It was a good plan, as the shoppe was empty at that time of day and they could spend quiet time together, catching up on old times.
The bells on the door jingled, as Elena entered the shoppe. A young girl wearing a silvery metallic bra and panty looked up at her from behind the sales counter. "Guten Tag" she smiled at Elena. "Tag" Elena replied, with a smile. She guessed she was German working at the shoppe, as Irinka was Russian working there. The district was filled with many young workers and tourists from foreign lands. "Bitte, Wo ist Irinka?" Elena said slowly, hoping not to have to say much more in German, as she was not totally comfortable in that language, but had learned enough to speak simple phrases. The girl giggled, "She is upstairs. I'll call for her... Irinka! come here! Your friend is here you have been waiting for!" Then she turned to Elena. "You are... Elena, right? I am Beatriz. You speak German very well!" Elena was pleased at the complement. "Vielen Dank, Beatriz" Elena said smirking and did a small curtsy to acknowedge her kind words. "Bitte schön, Elena" Beatriz laughed. The girls laughed together at the small talk they had made, and Elena was pleased she remembered enough of her German lessons to have fun this way.
Irinka skipped down the stairs quickly and entered the room. She saw the girls chatting and giggling and fell right into the conversation. "Elena! It is sooo good to see you!" she cried, hugging and giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Irinka! How I have missed you so!" *smooch* she kissed her friend back. They looked in each other eyes for a moment, silent, and admired each other, thinking of their deep friendship, and so happy together again.
Beatriz broke the silence they shared. "I have to go to lunch, and maybe some quick shopping, Irinka. Why don't you close shoppe for now, and enjoy some time with your friend. It is slow, and there are no patrons out now."
"Thanks, Beatriz. I will see you later. Have fun!" Irinka smiled at her.
"It was nice meeting you, Elena. Auf Wiedersehen!" Beatriz called out to Elena, with a smile. "Auf Wiedersehen, Beatriz!" Elena giggled back at her new friend. Irinka and Elena smiled at Beatriz, as she left the shoppe. She turned back to them as she locked the door, and gave a little wink and a smirk. Irinka winked back at Beatriz, then turned to Elena and smiled. Elena wondered for a moment what the winking meant... maybe they were just friends and just being fun like that. Or was there something else they meant? Elena shook the thought from her, she was getting all worked up over nothing she tried to convince herself.
"Come upstairs hunni, I'll show you my room here." Irinka said grinning. The two girls went up the staircase quickly, and headed to the room near the end of the hallway. Irinka explained, "There are usually many more girls working here at night. And the streets are crowded with tourists after 23:00. Most of the people stay in the lower district with the Red Light girls, but some wander over here for some sexy toys, lingerie, fetish playthings, and of course, the all nude massage we offer upstairs in these rooms. It is not a full sex service like the other places advertise, but a nice slow deep massage with hot oils and scented lotions. Very erotic. Of course we give our preferential patrons a 'happy ending' heheheh" Irinka giggled. Elena had not heard that phrase before, but instantly connected the meaning. Elena smiled. She secretly hoped for a 'happy ending' herself!
Irinka entered the room and threw a log on the fireplace. It was already burning slowly, and the room was very warm. Irinka laughed, "I like the room very warm, since we don't wear much in here. Why don't you get comfortable hunni, you must be very weary from all the travel, and excitement." She stepped out of her silken kimona. Elena quivered seeing her friend by the fireplace, wearing only a hot pink mesh babydoll and thong. Irinka dimmed the lamps in the room, and lit some candles and insence.
Elena's mind instantly snapped back to the time they shared telling stories. She smiled to herself, that the mood was perfect for that again, and she squirmed a little inside thinking what might come. She spied an open closet and saw shelves full of sex toys, just like the ones she had seen in the shoppe downstairs. She wondered if Irinka would use any of them tonight on her. A pleasant itch spread through her as she mused on that exciting prospect!
Irinka watches her sexy friend get naked for her.
"Why don't you change, Elena? There is a nice outfit I picked out for you on the chair. Please wear it for me... " Irinka said breathily. Elena stood by the burgundy leather chair, and stripped. Irinka watched her with a small sexy smile widening on her face, as she brushed her hand over her hip. She was getting aroused at the sight of her naked friend!
Elena changed into the sheer black bustier. She slowly pulled on the open thong, and felt her slick lips slide against the strap. She was already hot, burning with desire for her friend, and wanting to feel her, to kiss her, to caress and make love to her.
Elena burns with lust for her friend Irinka
Irinka moves slowly to her friend, and embraces her. They kiss a hot passionate kiss, that has been waiting to be felt for many years. Elena feels her friend's warm body next to her, and a pleasant itch comes over her, making her feel dreamy. Irinka guides her to the large plush sofa, and slowly lets Elena fall on the cushions, face down. She says, "Elena, you are so weary from your travels. Let me give you a nice massage and bath. After all, that is my specialty now!" Elena melts into the soft cushions, and allows herself to completely relax. Irinka pours heated oils on Elena's shoulder and neck, and firmly massages them into her soft tender skin.
"mmmmmm oooo that feels so nice, Irinka" Elena coos. Irinka continues to rub and massage her back, and works her full body strength into Elena's tired muscles. She has learned how to perform deep relaxing massage and now gives that pleasure to her long time friend, who eagerly desires her erotic touch... and more!
She works her hands lower and lower down Elena's back, just stopping short of the thong strap barely covering her friend's soft taut bum. Elena twitched in anticipation of those velvety hands drenched in oil working the hot flesh of her ass. But the touch did not come. Instead, Irinka repositioned herself, kneeling by Elena's feet, and picking one up, began to massage and work a sweet smelling lotion into the tired toes and foot.
Elena felt as if she were floating and bobbing on a clear sweet lake on a hot sunny day. She was drifting in and out of dreamland, enjoying the relaxing massage, aroused at the feeling of Irinka's silky touch, stimulating all the right places, teasng her, but letting her lust build slowly. Irinka finished with Elena's feet, and began working the hot oils up her legs.
She spread Elena's legs and worked her hands on the inside of her thighs, pouring warm oil on them and firmly massaging the tense muscles and tender flesh next to the girl's swollen bulge. As Irinka's fingers brushed against the throbbing labia, a trickle of sweet slippery drool ran down Elena's leg. She was on fire!
Irinka spoke softly, breathily, as she had that night many years ago...
"I have a confession to make, my dear Elena. That night we spent by the candlelight telling stories, I so wanted to take you, to cuddle and caress you, to kiss you passionately and make love to you. But I was afraid to come forward and move so boldly. So I made up a story about me and Tanya at ballet. I hoped it would arouse us to act on our feelings that I hoped we both had for each other. I hoped you would come to me, and when you didn't I thought maybe I was thinking of something that was not meant to be. I always think back on that night and wish I was braver, bolder, more passionate and show my real feelings for you. I hope you understand, my dear friend. I hope you are not angry with me, for deceiving you this way."
Elena smiled at the irony, "Irinka, I too wish the same, I wish I too were bolder and braver that night. All these years I hope it were different and we had expressed our deep love and passion that night. But now we are here together, and I am so happy you are with me now like this. So pretend that we have that moment to live over, and continue with your massage. I am all your's Irinka... my pleasure is all for you!
Irinka smiled, and drew her face close to the flimsy black thong. She sniffed and licked it softly, tasting the warm juices Elena had made for her. The aroma of her musky scent was heady, and Irinka became intoxicated by her lusty friend's inviting pussy. She looked up at Elena, and their eyes met, locked in loving passion. Her mouth opened and she pushed her lips over Elena's stiff nubbin, throbbing, itching for a warm suckle from her friend's wet mouth. Elena writhed on the sofa, her body burning as hotly as the fire across the room. She moaned, wimpering at the teasing licks Irinka gave her swollen pussy. Elena brought her hands up to her tits, and groped herself, pinching and squeezing her heaving breasts, feeling herself up like a wild schoolgirl!
Irinka put her hands on Elena's ass, and squeezed her taut cheeks. She spread her legs further, and burried her face deep in Elena's sopping wet pussy. Irinka licked and sucked fervently, tasting her friend's sweet pussy juices as they bubbled out of her hot slippery hole. She raised her hand and spanked Elena hard *smacckkk*!!! Elena squirmed at the sudden slap, and felt her tender flesh warm and turn pink at the unexpected spank.
*SMAAAX!!!** another spank came down hard, bringing a sharp tingle to Elena's fleshy ass.
"Ooooooooowwwww" Elena cried, feeling the burning flesh from Irinka's stinging slaps.
Irinka pushed her tongue in and out of Elena's sopping wet slit, massaging her with her wet tongue as she slapped Elena's ass with firm, but not too hard spanks. Elena was gyrating her hips, filling with waves of lusty pleasure as her friend drove her tongue deeper and deeper with each thrust of her face. Irinka was herself groping and rubbing her wet slobbering muffin as she tongued Elena lustily, greedy for her friend's thick oozing cum.
Irinka stiffened her two fingers, and drove them deep into Elena's throbbing pussy, finding her pleasure center quickly. She massaged it and stroked it firmly, sending Elena skyrocketing with a flood of pleasure.
"oooooo I'm cuming Irinka!!!!! owwwaaaawwwooooo!!!!!!" Elena screamed!
Irinka drove her tongue into Elena's swollen pussy, and licked and sucked hungrily. Her fingers locked onto Elena's g-spot, and pressed firmly, vibrating them quickly like a bullet vibrator aimed directly at Elena's pleasure center.
"AIIIIEEEEE!" Elena screamed so loudly that the very foundation seemed to shake!
A massive convulsion hit her body as though she had been hit directly by a tsunami. Her body tensed then shook as her burning itch of pleasure ripped through her like a powerful rushing waterfall. She twiched and gyrated rapidly as the orgasms overtook her.
Irinka held her tightly, riding her orgasmic waves, until they subsided. Elena was exhausted, totally out of breath, her eyes wide open staring at her friend in amazement. Never before had she ever come like that; never before imagined a orgasm could be so earthshattering, so intense, so completely engulfing all emotion and satisfaction. She smiled sweetly at Irinka, and opened her mouth slightly, inviting a sweet kiss.
Irinka leaned into her, massaging her tender body wracked and exhausted, and kissed her friend tenderly, passionately, and sooo sweetly. Then she stood up and stripped naked. She took Elena's hand and helped her up. Walking over to the Jaccuzi, she undressed her friend, and adjusting the power of the water jets, stepped into the hot tub, carefully lowering Elena into the hot bubbling water.
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Elena and Irinka sat in the tub and faced each other. Elena was becoming aroused again, but not as intense as before. Even after her orgasm, she felt her sexual feelings reawaken as a dull itch inside her. It was a sweet feeling, and Irinka felt the same way. They moved together and kissed, nuzzeling each other closely. There was no hurry, no urgency to worry about. time seemed to stand still for them, measured only by their beating hearts, throbbing in rhythm with each other, feeling each other's breath on their lips as they slowly breathed each other's sweet scent deeply.
Elena's hand gently cups Irinka's breast, and she slowly brings her mouth over her friend's puffy nipple, kissing it and caressing it with her moist lips. Irinka swoons from the rush she feels inside her, the strong feelings she has for Elena surface. She moans softly, urging her friend to suckle her, holding Elena's head to her with her hands, and stroking her soft hair. Elena felt happy to give her friend such nice pleasure, and smiled with her eyes into Irinka's sweet face.
The water bubbled up under Irinka's bum, and the force from the water jets made her vulva swell. Elena moved on top of her friend, and softly kissed and sucked her nipples, while sliding a hand down between Irinka's firm thighs. She found a throbbing pussy, tender from the pressure of the Jacuzzi squirting between her ass cheeks, and rubbed the girl's stiff nubbin, massaging it firmly.
Irinka's moans became more intense, and she opened her legs to let Elena's fingers inside her slick hole. Elena kissed and caressed her belly, moving slowly in circles, holding on to her ass and squeezng it firmly. Irinka smiled at Elena, and stepped out of the frothing water, sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs dangling in the Jacuzzi. Elena moved her head in between her friend's legs, trembling a little, anticipating the first taste of Irinka's pussy... a taste she had lusted after for a long time in her soul.
She smiled at her friend and opened her mouth, pushing her hungry lips over the bulging lips, and flicked her tongue softly against the hard nub standing up, twitching from the excitement!
Elena lapped her warm tongue against Irinka's pussy as though she were drinking milk from a bowl. She slurpped up the hot juices oozing down her thighs. She was feeling heady from the intense hormone rich taste of her friend's creamy goo. Elena's instincts drove her dead on target hitting Irinka's pleasure centers making her friend writhe and gyrate wildly. She pushed her friend's head hard against her pussy, and bucked against Elena's probing tongue as she softly licked her sweet friend's milky slit. Irinka arched stiffly, and Elena pressed her fingers deep in Irinka's pussy, just as she had felt her do earlier. Irinka bucked sharply against the stiff fingering, and cried out in ecstasy!
"AWWWWEEEIIIIIIIIOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" she shrieked, convulsing rapidly.
Her body was wracked with powerful orgasmic waves ripping through her, causing her to gasp for air. A gush of creamy cum drizzled from her throbbing bulge, covering Elena's lips. She slurpped and sucked her girl friend's hot pleasure up as Irinka cried out in orgasmic relief.
"Ooooooo Elena! You make me cum so hard, baby! I love you so much!" Irinka sang out.
Elena smiled widely, happy to give her friend the nice pleasure she desired so much. She hugged Irinka tightly, and massaged her aching muscles and burning flesh.
'Mmmmmmm" Elena moaned to her friend. "I'm soo glad you like that... so happy you are with me."
Irinka's breathing came under control, and she breathed deeper and slower now. Her heart beat slowed a little as well, and the two cuddled and kissed softly, caressing each other as they loved to do.
"Come, Elena, let's shower together. We need to leave here soon before the streets become busy." The lovers skipped together quickly to the shower. Irinka turned the water on, and set the temperature to warm, and the nozzle to a pleasant stream. The water felt good raining over their bodies. Elena poured some soap into her hand, and handed the bottle to Irinka. The pair soaped and massaged the slippery solution over their tired bodies, rejuvenating their spirits and awakening them. The soap rinsed off with the watery spray, and they replenished the thick creamy soap once again, massaging and caressing the cleansing bubbles over their silky smooth flesh.
Had they not both just experienced mind blowing orgasms, they may have become aroused again, and enjoyed a sexual frolic in the steamy shower. But they were pleasantly sated, their lust slaked by the orgasms they had yearned for. The scent of their fresh clean bodies energized them. They smiled at each other as they smooched a sweet tender kiss, and nuzzled together. Irinka turned off the water, and they stepped out on the cool marble floor. Tingling from the refreshing shower, they dried each other off, rubbing the thick Turkish towels deep into their wet flesh, soaking up the drops and turning their skin pink from the warm flush left by the toweling off.
"Let's go to your hotel, Elena. It has a fantastic restaurant and cocktail bar, and it will be nice to relax and catch up on whats new since we separated so long ago. And it will be close to your room!" Irinka winked at her friend. This time Elena understood the meaning of the 'wink' and smiled knowingly at her friend.
"Yes, Irinka. I have some interesting stories to tell you there!" she winked back.
They both laughed. As Irinka turned to grab her jacket, Elena glanced into the closet next to her. The closet with the toys she had spotted earlier that day. One seemed to leap out at her - she recognized it as one she owned herself. The big red dildo with the 'rabbit ears'' for the tender nub rub and the curved bullet tip for g-spot stimulation. She grabbed it without hesitation and dropped it quickly in her purse. Her heartrate jumped as she felt pleased with her little secret discovery, and the uses she would find on her friend's kitty. She was grinning like a Cheshire Cat! Irinka stood up and looked at her quizically.
"What in the world are you up to with that wicked grin, you naughty girl?" Irinka shot at her, grinning widly herself.
"Just thinking about a pleasant surprise I have for you back at the room..." Elena teased.
"Tell me! Tell me! Please! You know I can't wait for surprises, Elena!" Irinka playfully pleaded with her.
Elena put her arm around her friend, and pulled her close to her side as they walked out of the shoppe. She leaned into her and kissed her softly on the cheek, smiling. "We have all night for stories, and surprises my love. So save your energy, for tonight we will together discover paradise in each other's arms!" They walked briskly together holding hands as lovers do, smiling sweetly.
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Return to Amsterdam
Tags: body, paint, exhibition,
Bizzare and Extreme - Elena's return to the lusty city.
She was drenched! It felt as if it were pouring rain for weeks. Her cheeks were dripping, rivulets of moisture running down like swollen streams bursting at the banks. Her lips were coated with syrupy slick nectar, a feeling of wetness, as if she were being carried down a swollen river, flooded inside and out. Everywhere she looked was wet liquid pouring down her, seeping inside her, flowing out of her, bursting within her. She felt as if she was herself made of liquid. Then the waves came! Each one crashing upon the last, building and intensifying. Her lust gave way, and she contracted hard. A gush of cum spit out of her and she cried sweetly as she orgasmed. Irinka always made her cum that way!
"mmm what are you thinking about hunnie? You look like you are in a trance!" Irinka cooed at her as they walked up to the doors.
"Thinking about you my dear! Just thinking back on the last time we spent here together. It was one of the best times of my life! I am so happy we could get together again!" Elena smiled. She was very happy that she could return to Amsterdam to be with Irinka, this time with Josef.
Irinka invited them to the Boudoir-Bizzare event, and they were all excited to get dressed up and party with the other fetish lovers in town. Irinka had a friend of hers create an outfit for Elena. A traditional Russian dress, but much sexier! It was see-through, and was embroidered with lace and silk designs. She even had a tiara crown made that Elena loved! It made her feel like a Russian Princess!!!
"The most beautiful princess that ever lived! Even Cinderella looks like an ordinary cleaning maid next to you, Elena!" Josef crowed with pride.
They walked inside, and they were greeted by the sponsors. A loud techno beat was thumping the floors and everyone was dressed to kill! Some were dressed in ordinary clothes, but sexy. Some were very outlandish in style, and suggestive of the fetish they loved. Elena was very proud of her outfit, and proud that she represented Russia so beautiful and sexy.
They stopped for drinks first, to loosen up and see what was going on. It was crazy! All the dance floors were lit up, and people were going nuts dancing and acting all sexually crazy. There was no sex, or groping or fondling allowed. After a few drinks, Irinka grabbed Josef and Elena, and pulled them on one of the floors.
"Come on you two! Lets boogie!" Irinka cried.
The threesome hit the dance floor and fell into the thumping rhythm of the techno beat. Irinka gyrated her hips, and threw her arms in the air, swinging around and around, throwing her tight ass in a suggestive thrust. Elena matched her moves perfectly, and her hips and tits were twirling around like a hula hoop girl. Josef bumped his hips against the girls and thrust his bulge into their thighs as they danced and shook their sweaty bodies. Everyone was having fun.
They danced for hours. It was so much fun to relax, and be far away from work, school, dull life at home. Here it was a fantasy world where everyone could be themselves, and act sexy and have fetish fantasies come true. It was just the Wonderland that Elena had dreamt of.
Irinka raised her hands up high, and bent her knees. Elena came up tight to her, and shook her sweaty tits in Irinka's face. Irinka loved Elena's tits. She thought they were the most beautiful and softest she had ever felt. Elena loved Irinka to kiss and brush her soft lips on her nipples. Sometimes Irinka would pinch Elena's nipples when they came. She loved that the best!
Elena rode her groin up and down Irinka's sweaty thigh. It was very hard and muscular. Elena felt Irinka's heart beating hard through the veins in her legs. It was as strong a beat as the pounding thump on the dance floor. She pumped and thrust her slick pussy against her thigh, running up and down in rhythm to the music. She was getting aroused! Irinka shook her head hard, burrowing into Elena's tits. They were swinging around like mad, and felt very swollen. Her nipples ached for a pinch, but Irinka was behaving in the club, and did not grope her on the dance floor. Still, Elena was going mad from the itch she could not satisfy!
Her pussy was sopping wet now, and sex juices ran down Irinka's thigh. Irinka was getting hot from the scent of Elena's musky cum massaging into her own aching flesh. Irinka lifted her mini skirt, and pulled her thong aside, exposing her creamy hot pussy for Elena. She did this discretely, and no one noticed she was exposing herself. Irinka shifted backward, and Elena's hot pussy squelched into Irinka's naked cunt.
"mmmm ooooo Irinka!" Elena cried loudly, her voice drowned out by the music to everyone but her passionate lover.
"Ooooogod hump me baby!!" Irinka cried, as she thrust her stinging wet clit against Elena's burning nub.
The girls gyrated and thrusted their pelvis against each other, fucking their brains out on the dance floor. All could see; no one cared to pay attention. They were all themselves caught up in their own sex acts, each discrete in their own way, each totally passionate and full of lustful play.
Soon the pressure could hold back no more, and Elena spat her hot passion on Irinka's pussy. She cried as loud as she could from the intense orgasm. Irinka came hard too. Her sticky cunt was spitting her love for Elena onto her swollen pussy lips.
Then there was the wet. The drenching rain that fell. The feeling of wet inside and out. Their bodies were soaked. It was raining! On the dance floor! They were standing under a shower head on the stage, and the water sprayed all over everyone. It was a special effect for the dancers who were all jumping and screaming under the torrential rain. Irinka hugged Elena as their bodies thrashed from the wet orgasm inside and the hot steaming shower on thier lusty sweaty bodies. They humped and came so hard they fell down together, laughing and playing on the flooded floor.
Soon every one slipped and laughed too, falling on the floor, writhing and slipping on the slick floor. Their bodies were throbbing, pounding to the beat, and they all slithered and slipped together like a serpentine mating ball.
Josef joined in and hugged them both. "What a wet mess we have here! Looks like you girls are soaked inside and out!" he winked.
"Yes," Elena smiled... "inside and out" turning to Irinka, who smiled back.
They got up and the sponsors showed them to a changing room. They had simple gowns to wear to the party, while their clothes dried off. The three put on the gowns roleplaying doctors dressing up for surgery and headed to the upstairs events. There was much to do at this party, and they did not want to miss out on anything!
A dimly lit room beckoned them at the end of a long hallway. Elena wanted to see what was going on there, so they followed her, running like mad to the door, making it just inside as the door closed.
"Just in time. No one may enter after the show begins. Take a seat in the front... they are the only seats left now." a man with a white painted face and ruby red lips pointed mysteriously to the front of the auditorium.
"ooo this looks scary!" Irinka stuttered, pretending to be spooky.
The three took seats in the front row. The stage was lit in pink and blue. It was empty for the time being, but the music started up - organ chords from "Phantom of the Opera". The and the theme: Danse Macabre.
Suddenly, the Mistress of Taboo appeared on the stage.
"We need a volunteer from the audience for this performance. Who wishes to come to the stage and partake in Objet d Art - a live rendering of Art as it has never been seen before!" The Mistress of Taboo swung her arm out over the audience, scanning for a willing.. or unwilling subject!
No one volunteered. All sat stiffly looking away from her. The Mistress looked down in the front row. Elena glanced up at her for a second, then moved her eyes quickly away.
"You! You in the front! Come here and be transformed!" she called to Elena. Elena did not want to go at first, but Irinka and Josef assured her it would be fun, and different for her too. Elena relented, and went on the stage.
"You notice we do not have a set on the stage or any props. There are not any scenes painted. Only this curtain draped over the threshold of this huge teak door, intricately carved with illustrations of gargoyles and dragons, of tortured souls and spirits. It is the backdrop for Danse Macabre. And the leading lady has just arrived!" she pointed to Elena. Everyone applauded and clapped. Josef and Irinka jumped to their feet screaming and yelling loudly.
"E--- Layyy ---- Naaa !!!! Go Girl!!!!" they hooted and hollered.
A petite girl wearing a beret and nothing else came on the stage, and handed a pouch to the Mistress of Taboo. She had a painter's dolly, filled with palettes, brushes, and of course, many colors of paints. The Mistress reached into the pouch, and pulled out several clothes pins. She reached for Elena's gown, and tore it open in the front, exposing Elena's huge swollen tits for everyone to see. Elena was shocked at first, but felt proud of her sexy body, and joined in the fun. She let herself go, and lose her inhibitions.
The Mistress stuck the clothes pins on her tender nipples, and pinched them firmly.
"owwwoooo" Elena squealed. It stung like hell at first, then it started to feel warm, and she became aroused, showing her tits off to a room full of strangers, and Josef and Irinka too!
Then came off the rest of the gown. Elena was naked and fully exposed. A pink light shown on her, and the Mistress of Taboo put a clothes pin on Elena's swollen pussy lips. ooo that stung like crazy, but it made her warm and dribble sex juices from her vagina.
"Behold! A vision of incomparable beauty! A canvass of throbbing flesh! Pain and pleasure coupled in one lusty creation! Bianca will now paint her latest interpretation of SEX on this lovely girl's skin!" The Mistress of Taboo stood back and held her arms out, pointed toward Elena and Bianca. Bianca took a curtsy, and mixed a dollop of pink and purple paint on her brush.
Elena felt the brush lightly stroke over her sensitive skin, and she moaned from the teasing touch Bianca was giving her. She painted broad strokes of pinks, purples, and hues of red and orange. Elena looked like a sunset! All of the audience's eyes were riveted to her sensuous body as they squirmed in their seats, all wanting to masturbate to the awesome sexual performance they were witnessing.
More than a few had their hands secretely between their legs, silently jacking off under their outfits. And several girls were jilling themselves in the dark theatre, unseen and unheard except for an occasional moan or murmur of lust under their breath.
Elena could not see them, but she felt them. She felt their presence in the dark audience, softly moaning, making love to her as she stood totally exposed for them, her naked body on display for them to ogle her and silently masturbate in the dark.
Bianca dipped the brush between Elena's legs, and coated her pussy with a bright red paint. Not only was her throbbing pussy lips bulging, but they were highlighted in bright red! A spot light came on, and she felt her pussy throb under the heat of the bright light. The audience moaned deeper, and it sounded as though a huge beast were out there in the dark, drooling, thirsty, lusting for her, ready to pounce and fuck her in an instant!
She felt the wetness of the paint on her pussy, and her own juices mixing with the oils. Bianca was swirling the brush on her clit, teasing her, bringing her to a tense madness, that she ached badly to expel her wetness filling up inside and out.
Bianca wet the bright red tip of the brush with Elena's cum, and drew a message on her belly.
Lick
Me
The crowd went wild! Elena's pussy pulsed and throbbed, as the wetness flowed from her in a sticky spit out of her hot cunt! A loud cry went up as everyone seemed to cum at once making Elena swoon from the pressure of her own orgasm. Never had she dreamed she would cum before a large audience! It was very powerful for her to experience. She shook and trembled as the waves took over her body, and Bianca embraced her, getting herself all sticky with her cum and paint. Elena then lay on the floor, and relaxed.
Everyone stood and clapped!! "Hurrray Elena!!! magnifique!!! Sooo beautiful you are Elena!!!!" everyone yelled and applauded her.
She felt sooo relaxed and nice, and just lay there smiling. Josef and Irinka ran to the stage and hugged her. Elena lay there as if in a trance. She thought about all the wonderful things she experienced that night, and wondered what exciting adventures lay ahead for her as the weekend progressed.
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A Dance On The Beach
by Dee J. Sombrano
Gwen had to admit, despite running into her ex, she was having a great time.
She was at one of the beachfront bars, listening to the band performing onstage. Her friend Jaycee was with her. She had her boyfriend with her but it didn't bother Gwen so much. At least he was a nice guy. Not like her ex.
Thinking about her ex wasn't helping her get in the mood, however, so she decided to forget about him. Let him hang out with his model friends and fuck them all, men and women. Deep down, she suspected that he was a queer anyway.
The band swung into an uptempo number and the lead singer told everyone who felt like dancing to hit the floor. That was all the people in the bar needed. They got up and occupied the space in front of the bandstand. Those who couldn't squeeze in just danced near their tables. The people outside the bar also began dancing.
That was all Gwen needed. She got up. "Come on, you two-let's dance," she told Jaycee and her boyfriend. Gwen sandwiched Jaycee between herself and her boyfriend and the three of them did a bump and grind together. After a while, though, Gwen got an idea. Her party spirit was just getting warmed up. She whispered something into Jaycee's ear.
"What?" her friend asked, a look of surprise on her face. She whispered into her ear again. Jaycee repeated Gwen's words to her boyfriend.
"Hey, if it makes her feel better, go for it! You've got the looks anyway, baby!" her boyfriend said.
"Thanks, baby," Jaycee said, kissing him on the cheek. She turned to Gwen. "Let's do it!"
Gwen didn't need to be asked twice. As Jaycee's boyfriend cleared the table, she got up on one of the chairs and mounted the table. Jaycee followed her. The minute the people saw them, they went even more nuts. Hoots, howls, screams, and applause filled the bar. The band, seeing what was happening, turned their number into an extended, improvised jam designed to keep the two ladies dancing for quite a while.
Gwen and Jaycee kept up with the pace but after a while, Jaycee hopped down and rejoined her boyfriend as they danced and watched Gwen gyrating atop the table.
"Looks like she's enjoying herself," Jaycee's boyfriend whispered to her.
"Uh-huh," Jaycee said. "Good thing too."
Gwen was having a good time-she was having a great time, in fact. She noticed the guys with camera phones and cameras in the crowd and decided to give them a bit of a show. She began to dance in the sexiest manner that she could, pretending that she was performing alongside the other Hotbabes. Her dance came close to being a strip show minus the stripping part. She gave the shutterbugs in the crowd a good shot of her legs, her crotch and her butt (both covered by her bikini bottom, of course,), and her cleavage. The guys whooped it up and asked for more.
Gwen scanned the crowd. This was a trick of hers whenever she was performing. She singled out a guy in the crowd-kind of tall, tanned, nice body, wearing nothing but walking shorts-and started her routine again, this time keeping focused on him. The guy, of course, maintained eye contact all throughout. He didn't have a camera but the intensity of his stare seemed to burn Gwen's image into his brain.
After about an hour, Gwen took a bow and got off the table. The crowd cheered, with shouts of "More!" The lead singer, however, knew that Gwen was tired so he thanked her for the impromptu number and declared a break in their set. Gwen blew the band a kiss and took the opportunity to make her exit, followed by Jaycee and her boyfriend.
"Damn, Gwen, you were smoking!" Jaycee's boyfriend told her as they walked along the beach.
"Yeah, looks like you're over you-know-who," Jaycee added.
"Well, why should I let myself get affected by that asshole anyway?" Gwen said. "Let him go to hell." She laughed out loud and felt that she was speaking the truth. She was finally forgetting all about her ex.
Jaycee's boyfriend whispered something to her. Jaycee smiled and took Gwen aside.
"Hey-are you going to be okay if we have the cabin for a while?" Jaycee asked with a wink.
Gwen caught on right away. "Sure-I'll hang around here for a while or maybe head for the Coconut Grove. Maui said she'd be there."
"Thanks-we'll try not to take too long," Jaycee said. She ran back to her boyfriend and told him things were okay. They looked back at her and waved. She waved back, gesturing at them to hurry.
"Be sure you satisfy her or I'll do it for you!" Gwen called after them with a laugh. When they were out of sight, she went towards the sea and waded right in. She splashed some water on herself to cool down. Then she lay down at the tide line and let the waves lap up against her. She heard music playing at the bar again and smiled. Part of her wanted to go back and dance up a storm once more but for now she was content to stay where she was.
That's when she spotted someone out of the corner of her eye. She turned nonchalantly towards her right. If she wasn't mistaken, it was the guy from the bar, the one she'd been staring at while she was dancing.
A smile came to Gwen's lips. Looks like the night wasn't over after all, she thought. She got up and ran for the water. She kept to the part that was shallow enough for her to go down but not deep enough for her to get in trouble. She dove in a couple of times, letting herself get nice and wet. As she surfaced, she looked behind her and saw the guy standing at a distance, watching her. Oh, good, Gwen thought.
She got out of the water and walked along the edge of the beach until she came to one of the public showers lined up along the beach. She went towards it, occasionally glancing back to make sure that the guy was still there.
Once inside the semi-enclosed stall, she turned on the water and let it run all over her body. Her hands instinctively moved all over her, caressing her gently. She closed her eyes, a half-wish, half-prayer on her lips.
She heard something move behind her and turned around. It was the guy. She stood under the water, her hands dancing across her body. The guy stared at her for a while, again as if burning the sight of her into his mind.
Finally, Gwen couldn't resist any longer. She reached out and took him by the hand, pulling him into the stall. Their lips met and her tongue entered his mouth, searching for his tongue. He met her kiss and their tongues danced together, rubbing against each other.
The guy's hands began to explore Gwen's body, touching and sliding against her wet skin. Then they found her breasts and gave them a soft squeeze that made Gwen moan, despite the fact that his lips were firmly planted on hers. His fingers found the knot that held her bikini top together and undid it. Once her breasts were exposed, his hands went to work, squeezing, kneading, massaging each one gently. Then his fingers touched her erect nipples, tickling and pulling at them.
"Ah, fuck, oh, wow," Gwen whispered. "Oh, that feels so gooooddd…" Her words were all the encouragement the guy needed to bring his mouth closer to her left nipple. His lips kissed and nibbled at her nipple softly, then began to suck on it. Finally, he took it into his mouth and licked it. Then he did it to her right nipple.
Gwen bit her lip, trying very hard not to scream at the pleasure she felt. She didn't think that she would be this horny. But then, maybe this was a way for her to really get her ex out of system. As that thought was passing through her head, she felt something touch her pussy. It was the guy's finger. She hadn't noticed it but he was already kneeling between her legs, fingering her pussy. She moaned again, enjoying the sensation of his finger sliding in and out of her wet pussy.
After a while, the guy leaned in close and his tongue took over from his finger. Gwen mounted one of her legs on top of his shoulder so that her pussy would be a little bit more open. The guy responded by sticking his tongue as far inside her pussy as it could go and then licked her from the inside. A half-cry escaped Gwen's lips. She held on to the walls of the shower stall as she felt herself growing weak at the knees. The guy held on to her hips, raising her slightly off the shower floor as he ate her pussy with growing intensity. Finally, she couldn't stop herself anymore and came, letting out a long, low moan as she did.
The guy eased her down and she kissed him again, not minding the tast of her own pussy juice still on his tongue. It wasn't as if she hadn't tasted pussy, after all; you couldn't hang out with Asia without learning the taste of woman. "Let me return the favor," she whispered to him, kissing his neck, his chest, his solid abs, until she reached the crotch of his shorts. She undid the button and sent the shorts sliding down. He had no underwear on-perfect.
Gwen took hold of the guy's cock-thicker and longer than her ex's, she estimated it-and began to stroke it back and forth. She saw the guy close his eyes so as to savor the feel of her hand jacking him off. Gwen smiled, knowing she was going to give the guy as good as she got from him.
When his cock was hard enough for her, she began to lick the tip, just getting it moist with the tip of her tongue, making him squirm and whisper her name. She took the head into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it like a lollipop before she slowly took the rest of his shaft inside her mouth. He was longer than her ex; his cock felt as if it could reach her tonsils but she managed to put it all in.
She began to suck it hard. The guy cried out, partly in pain and partly in pleasure. His hands came to rest on her head, gripping her hair slightly. He thrust inwards some more and almost made Gwen choke. She controlled her gag reflex and kept on sucking. His cock seemed to grow larger, as if that were possible. After a few minutes, she slid it out halfway and then slid it back in.
"Jesus, you are good," the guy said. He let go of her head, letting her dictate the pace of her blowjob. Gwen showed her appreciation by slipping his cock in and out of her mouth quickly, then slowly, then quickly again, and then slowly. After that, she took it all in and sucked hard. The guy was in ecstasy. When he whispered that he was about to cum, Gwen stood up and leaned against the wall of the shower stall.
"What are you waiting for, huh? Let's see how many times you can fuck me before you explode," she challenged him.
The guy didn't waste any time. He pinned her against the wall and stuck his cock inside her almost in one thrust. Because she was all lubricated, Gwen wasn't hurt despite his size. The guy began to pump and Gwen egged him on by kissing him and putting his hands on her breasts. She was in heaven, without a doubt.
The guy apparently got tired of their current position and slid his cock out, ordering her to face the wall. Then he entered Gwen again, this time from behind. Gwen stuck her ass out enough to make sure that his cock wouldn't slip out and "accidentally" go into her butthole. She wasn't unfamiliar with anal sex but, with the exception of Asia and a few of the other Hotbabes, she had bad experiences with getting buttfucked. The guy didn't want her butt, though-he wanted to rip into her pussy, pumping hard and fast, mashing her breasts as he did so. He turned on the shower and the feel of the water hitting her body only made Gwen feel hotter and hornier.
"Hey, macho man," she asked, "how strong are you?"
The guy got the hint. He changed positions, pinning Gwen against the wall again but lifting her legs up off the floor. Gwen held on to his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He put the two of them directly under the shower and began to ram in and out of her again. Gwen concentrated on the motions of his hips, the thrust of his cock, meeting him with her pussy and squeezing his waist with her legs whenever their parts collided with each other.
At last, the moment of climax was growing near. The guy nearly pushed Gwen through the wall as he began to pump deeper and harder, grinding his cock into her pussy. Gwen responded by leaving kiss marks all over his neck and chest…and by squeezing her pussy tight around his cock each time it went in.
"Oh, fuck!" the guy exclaimed. "Shit, I'm going to cum already…"
"Can you hold it, sweetheart? If you do, I'll give you a treat?" Gwen whispered to him.
"O-okay…" The guy forced himself not to cum. Gwen let him pump some more until she finally let her pussy juice loose, dripping it all over his shaft, down to his balls. Then she asked him to let her down. He did and she knelt in front of him, taking hold of his cock and wrapping her mouth around it while her free hand reached down to her pussy. She began to suck and stroke him again, this time around including his balls in the action. He hit the wall with a fist, telling her how good she was and that he was about to cum. Gwen waited…and was rewarded with a gusher of warm cum in her mouth. At the same time, she felt her pussy overflow with her own juice. When her mouth had taken its fill, she slid his cock out and aimed it at her face, bathing it in warm, sticky fluid. There was still some more so she pointed his cock at her breasts and felt them grow wet and sticky as well as he finally released the last wave of cum.
"Oh, fuck…oh, fuck…" the guy whispered. He leaned against the shower stall's wall. "Fuck, that was incredible…I'll never forget this…"
Gwen stood up and let the water from the shower wash over her. She pulled the guy close. "Neither will I, big boy. Thanks." She kissed him sweetly on the lips, finished cleaning herself up, and then put her bikini back on. She gave his cock one last squeeze and a kiss.
"Bye, big boy," Gwen said. "I hope you enjoyed yourself because I sure did!" She blew him a kiss. The guy waved goodbye. As she jogged towards the cabin that she was sharing with Jaycee and her boyfriend, she wondered if they were done doing it as well. If they weren't, she hoped they wouldn't mind if she joined them. The night was still young, after all, and she still felt like dancing.
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