To relinquish control gave him a release that splashed over her skin
From the vault of Erotic Adventures…
“And the projections for January are looking much better than last year,” The sales manager gestured towards a chart on the screen.
I am not sure where you got those figures from buddy. Marcus smirked as he watched the fawning sales manager trying to impress the company director. He lifted his hand to cover his expression from the rest of the people at the table. The aroma of her pussy filled his nostrils. His mind wandered away from exaggerated sales figures to his lunch break…
He had met her in the foyer of the five star hotel next to his building. She had been everything he had hoped for, sexy, confident and up for adventure. They had ordered drinks but the tension between them was hard to ignore. Sitting there making small talk was wasting time. He put his drink on the table,
“Let’s get out of here,”
He looked into her eyes seeking reassurance that she was up for it. He could feel his cock stirring as his eyes dropped to her cleavage He wanted to feel those beautiful full globes in his hands. She placed her drink on the table and grinned,
“Where are we going?”
His heart started thumping in his chest and his cock strained against the fabric of his trousers.
“I will walk out of here and I would like you to follow me a little way behind.”
He stood up and walked out of the room, past the concierge before turning into the bathrooms a little way down the hall.
She followed. His heart beat faster as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The risk and the public nature of the space gave everything an edge that made him even harder. She had barely closed the door before he stepped forward to kiss her. She leaned against the sink as he fumbled with the neckline of her dress eager to slide his hand down to cup her breast and pinch her nipples. Her breath was hot in his ear as he pressed his cock against her leg. His other hand lifted the hem of her dress and slipped inside her panties.
“You are so wet.”
He whispered into her ear as his eager fingers slid inside her folds to enter her. She gasped as he stroked her clit and slipped two fingers into her hungry cunt. His cock was aching and he considered blowing off his afternoon meeting and taking her to a hotel to spend the afternoon fucking her.
She reached for his belt fumbling with the buckle. Obligingly he helped her, easing himself out of his jeans and his briefs and sighing with pleasure at the feeling of freedom. She admired him for a moment before she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking. He sighed in pleasure as the pressure and rhythm of her strokes increased but he wanted more. But she wasn’t to be hurried. She bent down and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue lapping away at the bead of moisture that had formed there. Slowly she slid her lips down over him, teasing the tip of his cock with her tongue. For a few moments she held his cock in her mouth before she kneeled on the tiles of the bathroom floor.
His hand cupped the back of her head as she licked his balls, taking them one by one into her mouth before she licked the length of his cock. Her head tilted as she looked into his eyes while she licked the tip of his cock and slid her lips down over him until she was gagging on his length. The sound of other patrons entering other parts of the bathroom and the urgency of his schedule increased his excitement. He wanted this to last but he knew he didn’t have the luxury.
Reaching down he twisted his fingers into her hair, “Suck me like a good girl,” he whispered. He wished that he had time to bend her over the sink and bury his cock into her hot wet cunt. The sight of her face in the mirror as he fucked her from behind was something that her craved but he knew he didn’t have time.
“Let me fuck your mouth,” he whispered. Pressure was building in him, The intense rush was almost too much to bear. Obediently she opened her mouth letting him thrust into her mouth. He wished he had time to toy with the orgasm that was pressing at the base of his cock. He wanted to take the time to enjoy this. To enjoy HER.
“I am going to fill your mouth with my cum” He whispered urgently. She gave the briefest of nods as the first surge welled up his shaft. White hot pleasure burned through his body. Time slowed as she held his cock in her mouth taking in his jizz. He grunted in pleasure as the heat of his lust disappeared leaving a tingle through his body.
He reached for a towel to wipe her face but she turned away from him to reach into her handbag. She passed her phone to him. Without speaking he tilted the camera and snapped a shot of her face with his cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. With a grin she took the phone from him.
“There is someone else who might want to see this.”
1 For you, what would be the worst store to have a $1000 gift card for?
Any of them!!! I can’t think of a single store I would like to spend $1000 in! At Christmas gift cards are the bane of our existence. Our whole family is very bad at using them. When certain department stores had a time limit on them we would frequently not use them and have to throw them out! I guess at heart I am a simple creature with simple tastes and I like to keep my ‘stuff’ to a minimum.
2. Besides a raise or more vacation time, what is the best perk a company can offer you?
A free canteen. Imagine being able to rock up and be served a healthy lunch without having to plan, prepare and then queue for the microwave to heat or toaster oven to toast said lunch!
3. What are you most likely to be very wrong about?
I don’t understand this question. I mean how could I ever be wrong about anything? I am never wrong.
4. What is something you borrowed but never gave back?
Sperm in a condom. Something Mr Jones likes to put on my chest when we have reconnecting sex after I have been with a lover. For a long time this was something we didn’t really discuss. But these days it seems this kind of thing seems more acceptable. What is interesting is the reaction of different men. Some feel they are done with it so why not? Some think it is hot that in some way they continue to be interacting with me sexually. One notable exception was a man who thought it was taking a piece of him and violating it.
Bonus: What is something you have struggled with your entire life?
I have always struggled with my weight / amount that I eat. I realise now that when I was a child / teenager I THOUGHT I was fat and ate too much because of what my mother told me. Who the hell tells a six year old that they are fat?? These days I am kinder with myself but I still think about how much I eat and if it is right every day.
There is always room for boobs
This post is part of this week’s TMI Tuesday roundup. Click on the image below to see who else is sharing!
This is another story shared with me by Mr Aus. As always delicious
Having spent the day teasing each other with dirty texts we found ourselves very horny. Unfortunately, there is no time to take care of things before we head out to dinner.
Sitting opposite each other at the restaurant we chat about our days. Under the table I feel your foot rubbing against my leg, slowly making its way higher and higher until it is resting in my lap. Your toes start to stroke my crotch and my cock responds. I glare at you trying to tell you to stop but you just smile as your toes continue to stroke and tease me. As I try to concentrate your toes caress the tip of my cock; the thrill of being so naughty pushes me closer to the edge. I am afraid that I will cum in my pants if you don’t stop. Suddenly the waiter appears to take our order and your foot quickly drops to the floor. I feel the heat in my face as I take a sip of water and try to regain my composure.
As he leaves, I adjust my pants to try and relieve the pressure of my cock being trapped in my boxers. You watch me for a moment, giggling at the effect you can see that you are having on me. A devilish grin spreads across your face and you begin to wiggle and jiggle in your seat. I wonder what an earth is going on before your hand reappears on the top of the table with some kind of black material scrunched up in it. You slide your hand across the table to offer me the object you are holding. It is only when you open your hand that I realise you are giving me your panties. As I take soft, silky material from you I squeeze it tightly in my hand hoping no one saw it. The dampness against my palm tells me how turned on you are but I see the waiter coming with our food, so I have to quickly tuck them into my pocket.
The food in front of us is delicious but neither of us are hungry for food. We sit there in silence staring deeply into each other’s lust filled eyes both thinking naughty, dirty thoughts. You clench your thighs together to feel wetness seeping down the inside of your thighs. Your clit throbs with desire. My hard, throbbing shaft threatens to bust the zipper on my pants. Unable to take it anymore I stand up and give you a cheeky wink as I leave. You gasp; knowing exactly what I am just about to do.
In the men’s room I lock the door behind me. My heart is almost beating out of my chest. I reach into my pocket grabbing those panties bring them up to my nose. The sweet smell of your arousal floods my senses making me giddy.
My hands are shaking as I unbuckle my pants and push them and my underwear down in one go. My hard, throbbing cock springs free. It is twitching and desperate for some attention. My hand curls around my shaft and begins slowly stroking. The first drip of precum oozes form my tip and I spread it over my glans. Gripping my shaft rubbing caressing every touch brings me closer to the point of no return. I wrapped those panties around my hot flesh, the smooth coolness of the material combined with their dampness brings me closer. I press my lips together to stifle the moan of pleasure.
I hold your panties over the end of my cock. My other hand is working furiously rubbing and caressing my shaft. I am desperate for that release that my body is craving. The familiar feeling builds deep inside me. My hips buck, my cock twitches as my body succumbs to the sheer pleasure. Small, muted groans fill the tiny room as my sweet nectar explodes into your panties. I rub the end of my shaft mixing our juices. The last jerk dribbles over my knuckles that are still gripping my throbbing but slowly softening shaft. I lean against the wall of the cubicle, breathing heavily, my body still tingling.
As I walk back the table my face is flushed and my legs are a little weak. I place the soggy black panties into your waiting hand. I expect that you will put them into your bag but instead you open them out to examine the hot sticky mess inside them. You flash me a devilish grin before you stand up and wiggle those panties back up over your hips. My breath gets caught in my throat as watch you sit down. You exhale with your eyes closed as you sit down on your chair and feel my warm sticky load touching your soft wet lips sending shivers through your body.
Let’s skip dessert & go home for some instead
I wish you were here with Mr Jones and me today sailing in one of the most beautiful places in the world enjoying the stunning Queensland weather.
If you were here you could fish with Mr Jones. You would never be thirsty or want for anything. I would serve you drinks and food dressed in a light cotton dress. At first you wouldn’t realise that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath until you brush against me and you feel the softness of my breasts. Your curiosity will be aroused, making you watch me as I walk towards Mr Jones to fetch him another beer. The breeze catches my dress and lifts it just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of my butt. You are still not sure so you watch me as I take a seat on the couch and pick up my book.
Suddenly fishing doesn’t seem so interesting. You put your rod in the holder and without saying a word you are kneeling at the edge of the day bed. You grab my ankles and pull me over to you before you spread my knees apart. My naked pussy smiles up at you, confirming what you already knew.
“Were you going to tell me that you weren’t wearing anything under there?” You ask even as your thumb is sliding into my slit testing the wetness there.
It is hard for me to reply but I manage a small, “Maybe,”
You aren’t listening, instead you have buried your face between my legs stroking the moist folds of skin, tasting my juice. Mr Jones is oblivious to what is happening even as I start to catch my breath and feel the little sounds of pleasure rising in my throat. You slip a finger into my opening while your tongue teases my clit, gently, the exact way I like it; demanding but not too hard. The first spasm is small but you are rewarded with a tiny squirt of juice which you suck eagerly from me. You put your hands around my hips holding me firmly against your mouth hungry for more juice. It is not long before you are rewarded. Your tongue and fingers work their magic until you have had your fill. You pull away from me and wipe me from your chin.
“You are such a good girl,” you say as your fingers pull open your shorts to reveal your strong, hard cock.
My whole concentration is focussed on your cock and you know that I am starving to feel it’s soft skin sliding over my lips until you are pushing yourself against the back of my mouth. You step forward and cradle my head in your hand teasing the tip of your cock over my lips. Out of the corner of your eye you see Mr Jones watching you. An urge to push yourself past my lips and fuck my mouth is very strong but you fight it as you look back into my hungry eyes. You want to tease me, to revel in the knowledge that I am starving to worship your cock completely. Knowing that my husband is watching is an intense turn on for you, almost more than having a woman so willing to suck you.
Eventually you cannot hold back any more and you succumb to the urge to push yourself into my mouth. You are not dissapointed, my tongue swirls over your cock and my lips press down. I suck you eagerly as if you are about to feed me the drug I have been starving for. I wrap my arms around your hips so that I can press my face against you and you feel the tiny spasm that tells you I am gagging on you. It doesn’t stop me, I take a breath and then I am sucking you again, teasing your head before taking as much of your length into my mouth as I can. My body wriggles uncontrollably as you groan in pleasure.
Your nose catches a slight scent of my arousal and you reluctantly withdraw from my mouth. Without speaking, and acutely aware that my husband is watching you intently you flip me over on all fours so that my glistening, wet oussy is beckoning you. You catch a glimpse of Mr Jones’ bulging pants and for a moment you want to feel his cock in your mouth but my naked pussy is pushing against you, demanding to be filled. For a moment you rest your cock against my opening before sliding into the warm wet depths. It is like a homecoming. For a moment you stop, holding yourself inside me but you cannot stop yourself from starting to fuck.
At first you take slow strokes enjoying the feeling of sliding completely out before pushing yourself back in to me. Without looking you know that my husband’s eyes are fixed on your cock and you turn slightly to give him a better view of your cock fucking my glistening wet pussy. After a few strokes you become lost in the feeling of me. Your excitement is threatening to get out of control and overwhelm you but you are not ready to cum yet. You turn your attention back to my ass and increase the pace of your strokes. Your hands grip the side of my hips, steadying me against you, controlling the speed and depth of your strokes.
Underneath you I am sucked in to the intensity of the situation, I watch my husband’s face as he watches you fuck his wife and and I can feel your excitement building. I know I am teetering on the edge of that feeling of never wanting to stop fucking. The blissful feeling of never quite getting enough cock and always being ready to take more is overwhelming; but another need is also building in me. I am starting to crave your cum. I can feel your orgasm building and it makes me crave the feeling of your cum covering my ass and dripping down my pussy. My ass pushes against your belly asking to be covered with your warm cum. You know that is what I want, you also know that is what my husband wants. You know that he will step in as soon as you cover my ass and pussy to lick your cum from me before he puts his own cock into me to add his own stamp on me.
Concentrating intently you hold off as long as you can. But that is not long. Soon the feeling is too strong and you whisper to both of us,
“Are you ready?”
I can only manage a whimper but Mr Jones answers for both of us, “yes.” He has stripped off his clothing and his cock is jutting out in front of him as he leans forward to watch. He doesn’t have to wait long, after several strokes you pull out of me. I have just long enough to register a feeling of loss before I feel your warm cum splashing over my ass and pussy. You cum hard and I feel splashes on my thighs. Your hands grip me tightly until the first spasms pass and then gradually you release until you are leaning on me, breathing heavily. I hold myself still not wanting to disturb the pattern your cum has made on me until you lie down on the bed beside me to make way for Mr Jones to inspect your handiwork.
He doesn’t dissapoint, wasting no time before he is bending over me touching your cum and smearing it around before he places his finger into his mouth to taste you. I hear the smacking of his lips before I feel his cock stroking through your cum and teasing around my opening. I know he won’t be able to control himself for much longer and my suspicions are confirmed. His cock slides into my familiar opening covered with your unfamiliar juice. I groan in excitement and push back against him in the same way that I did to you. Inviting his cum to fill me. I do not have to wait long.
Afterwards we rest together watching the sun dip towards the horizon. A cool breeze blows over us covering us with the salt smell of the ocean. It would be easy to think that our play was over for the day but all of us know that this is just the beginning.