Pictures of Molly....
I'd been friends with Molly for a couple of years at least, mainlybecause our desks were situated close to each other at work. We gotalong very well, but that was it really. Despite my finding herincredibly attractive, she never really showed any interest in me, sowe stayed "just friends".
Once we'd gotten to know each other about as well as platonic friendscan, we started to discuss ourselves in a little more intimate detail.It was nothing more than exciting conversations really; a little funbetween us as we shared experiences and fantasies, never in too muchdetail, but enough to make us feel like we were confiding in each otherand allowing "friendship" to become a little closer. I guess my hopesof furthering my relationship with Molly were revived at that time, butshe still never really gave me any impression that she was interestedin that.
One day, I idly mentioned that it was a fantasy of mine to take nudephotographs of a woman. We'd been discussing my hobbies and I justkind of mentioned it. Molly was equally dismissive at first, and thenshe casually mentioned that she'd like to be photographed nude one day.However casual her comment was, there was no way I could ignore it.Just the thought of taking pictures of Molly's wonderful body had metwitching in my pants and offering all too eagerly to oblige her.
I thought at first I'd been too eager with my offer as she laughed andshook her bushy hair in a playful no, but I also saw her mind turningover the possibilities . . . and then her eyes lit up in a way I'dnever noticed before. I came to know that look so well in the next fewdays . . . her knowing look of impish fun and control.
"Hell, why not?" She looked back at me and smiled. "It's harmless,just some nude pictures. You better be professional though. I wantyou to do a good job for me, if I'm prepared to strip off for you. Andno trying to take advantage of your model . . . I've heard what youphotographers can be like."
I was ready to do a good job for her, no matter what that job entailed.
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We agreed to do the shoot at my house, mainly because Molly thought herapartment was a little small, and we would do it the following Fridayevening. From that moment on I spent hours imagining what she wouldlook like naked and I was constantly hard in anticipation of seeingher.
In the meantime, we discussed the details of our plan, how she wouldcome around when she had been home, showered, and dressed, how shewould be happy to pose any way I directed her, to get the best out ofour first ever nude photo shoot. I planned how I would get her topose, how to strip her clothes for the best effect and, though shedidn't know this, how I would long for her to ask me to join her in afew pictures.
I couldn't eat that night, anticipation tying my insides up as I triedhard to keep my imagination in check and my erection somewhat discretein my jeans. The clock slowly rolled around towards eight and I pacedup and down waiting for Molly.
"Well, are you ready?" She smiled when I answered the door at fiveminutes to eight.
I stared far too long at her black boots, tiny denim skirt, silky pinkshirt, busy brown hair and wonderfully full chest, but as soon as Ilocked onto her distracting hazel eyes she finally motioned for me tounblock the doorway. "I'm ready. Let's do this before I lose mynerve." She bustled in, giving me the distinct impression that she wascovering her own nervousness with bravado.
I would've followed that perfect round and inviting ass to the ends ofthe world, but I only had to follow her as far as my lounge. Oncethere, she slipped out of her coat, draped it over a dining chair, andstood by the sofa. "Is this outfit okay, you think?" I nodded, still
a little lost for words at the prospect of photographing her in all herconsiderable glory. Her face softened a little more, her eyes smiled,and I glimpsed her teeth through the silken sheen of her subtle redlipstick.
I offered her a drink while I unpacked my camera and tripod but shedismissed the notion with a twitch from the corner of her mouth and aquick, "I'm fine." She examined her fingernails, playing with eachfinger in turn, and I imagined those hands around me, easing me towardsrelease. I wondered just how much of this torture I could take.
When it was time for the camera's shutter to start firing, she stoodbeside the sofa for the first few shots, smiling at the lens, incliningher head and almost beckoning the camera to come closer. Then shepushed at the back of her hair, mussed it a little more and gave me avery hot look when I asked her to sit on the sofa.
She did and while I bent down to adjust the tripod she opened her legsand let me glimpse up her skirt. Nirvana was a wonderfully whiteg-string that, even in the shadows, showed off the contours of herpussy lips. I managed to snap that pose before she closed them again.
I instructed her to start slipping her shirt off, slowly, shouldersfirst. She unbuttoned, pulled down, and smoldered at the lens until awhite silk bra was all she had on above the waist. I was takingpictures every few seconds, capturing every delicious moment. Stillwith the bra on, she held each breast in turn, then both, pushingupwards to maximize her cleavage and the camera approved.
Other than the timid directions I gave her, we didn't talk much duringthe whole shoot, but I was almost incapable of words when she unclippedand let her bra fall on the sofa. I'm sure I saw her smile directly atthe bulge in my pants as she alternately tweaked her left and rightnipples, holding up the left one for special attention. They werelovely, a little larger than I had imagined, nicely proportioned andalready looking very excited, nipples perky and hard.
I took some more pictures as she seductively pulled off her boots one byone, then turned around so I got the best view of her ass as the skirtfell away from her hips. By now I was harder than I'd ever known,
straining in my jeans and throbbing at the images playing out in frontof me. That familiar smile was back as she hooked her thumbs into thesides of her panties and inched them down. Again she turned away asher ass was bared, then she came back to face me and display aperfectly shaved pussy. This was beyond even my wildest dreams.
As she knelt on the sofa I asked her to touch herself. Obediently sheplaced one hand over her pussy and one hand cupping her breast. I hadto reach down and adjust my hard on a little; I was struggling too muchat that point. Molly noticed immediately. "Having a little troublethere?" She asked impishly.
I nodded. "Why don't you take it out? Set it free. That'll make youfeel better, won't it?" I nodded again, my imagination beginning toshut down as this reality put it to shame.
I reached down, unzipped my jeans and pulled out the largest hard on I'dever owned. The head was red and engorged from all the recent actionit had seen but the super-hard shaft trusts up and away from my jeans asthough it had a nose for Molly's pussy. I swear you could see it throband twitch as she looked at it. "There, I'm sure that's better."
"Well, sort of." I managed, knowing the only real solution was to blowme a wad of cum as soon as possible.
"Right, back to work." She kneeled away from me on all fours andoffered the camera her pussy and ass for a close up. Next she turnedaround and used her fingers to pull her pussy lips apart; displaying anice shade of pink that almost matched the shade of her fingernails.As I closed in for another close up I noticed that she was very moistindeed and the sweet smell of her love juice was beginning to invadethe air wonderfully.
We were almost finished with our pre-arranged routine for the shoot, butI decided to ask for one final little treat that we'd not discussed."Can you put a finger in for me? The middle one would be great."Molly smiled again and slowly buried her finger inside herself, closingher eyes in pleasure as it went in all the way. I watched as herfinger slipped in and imagined my cock following the same path. Icouldn't help but think that was exactly where we were heading.
I took the last few shots moving the camera and tripod around the sofawhile Molly played with herself and my cock stood on the outside of myjeans to rigorous attention. As if I needed any more arousal, it wasan incredible rush to know that she could look over and see just whatwas waiting for her. Once or twice I just had to reach down and givemyself a little consoling tug. Surely it wouldn't be long now beforeshe invited me to join her.
For the final shot Molly looked at the camera, plunged her finger intoher mouth, slowly withdrew it and finished up with a couple of licks.It was th e perfect finish to the shoot and I couldn't wait to see theoutcome.
"Right, I'll just download these to my computer and cut you a disc." Itried to sound as normal as possible, but my hard on, still springingaround outside my jeans, was now straining my vocal chords.
I made every pretense at being professional, sat down at the computerand began the download. I didn't know what to expect but was bettingon either Molly starting to put her clothes back on, or her coming overto take care of the excited state I was in. All she needed to do wasask, I would've taken care of her, too. She did ask, but not thequestion I was expecting.
"I'm pretty horny after that. Do you mind if I bring myself off?"
I guess I must've nodded or something, my tongue being as tied as itwas, for she lay back on the sofa and began massaging herself, one handon her boob, another gently stroking her clit. Then, without theresponsibility and distractions of photographing the action, I wastreated to the most wonderfully sexy show I'd ever seen.
As the images from the memory cards made their way onto my hard drive Iwatched as Molly closed her eyes and continued to excite herself. Whenshe took the hand away from her boob and brought it down to insert afinger into her pussy I thought I was going to unload right there.Balls weren't designed to take this sort of pressure.
As she pushed and pulled her middle finger in and out of her pussy sheworked her clit with little circular motions and before long I heard acouple of small moans come from the part of her throat I wanted toexamine with the head of my cock. I held my hard on tightly as shemoaned some more and watched intently as she held her breath, increasedher hand movements, tensed her whole body across the sofa and then letout a long sigh of relief. She opened her eyes, just to make sure Ihad watched every move. "That's better."
For her, maybe! I could've powered a locomotive with the steam I wascreating by then. Still, without an invite I would never touch her;that was not part of the agreement.
As I burned the photographs onto a CD for her, Molly slowly got dressed,at one point bending over to pull on her g-string, giving me one finallook at that wonderful pussy between her ass cheeks. The disc poppedout of the drive right on cue as she walked towards me fully clothedagain. With a softer smile than I'd seen before, Molly took the discfrom my hand and said, "Thanks."
I watched incredulously as she turned towards the door, leaving me andmy still-exposed hard on stunned that she could walk away from us inthis state. She almost got as far as the door when she turned back."Oh, I almost forgot." She walked back to me, reached up to offer me apeck on the cheek, and let her hand wander the length of my hard onwith the lightest of touch. "You were great."
She turned away again, but this time I caught just a hint of a smirk,and almost expected her to pause at the door . . . and she did!
She was looking directly at my crotch when she turned around this time."Are you going to . . . you know?" She nodded in the direction of mythrobbing flagpole of a cock.
I looked down at the engorged head, then back to her gorgeous face. "Iam. It's not like I have any choice really, after watching you . . ."
"Nice." She nodded in slow approval. "I hope you enjoy." She turnedaway again, slower this time.
"Although, I guess . . ." Molly turned back to face me one more time,smiling a little now and with a definite air of mischief in her eyes,"maybe you should let me watch? After all, I did let you watch me."
Any hesitation in my voice was a result of relief, not doubt. "Okay."
I stepped back to wards the sofa instinctively as she came back into theroom, not quite knowing what to do next, but recognizing the intenseexcitement that had suddenly gripped my whole body. While she took hercoat off again and made herself comfortable in a chair, I slipped outof my clothes and stepped up to kneel on the sofa.
"Okay, then." She rubbed her hands together in anticipation. "This'llbe a treat, seeing you cum. Relax. I hear it's hard to do if you'renervous, I hope you don't struggle too much, I've never watched a manjerk off close up before."
I grabbed myself and started stroking. Even after the first few tugs Iknew this is easier said than done. By the time she smirked and said,"Are you going to be okay," I was sure my hard on was deflating. Itried to divert my mind from Molly's presence and the pressure it puton me as she watched my most personal of actions, but that was nevergoing to work - ignore the beautiful girl in the same room when you'vegot a hard on, yeah, right. Oh God, I really was deflating. Come oncock, don't fail me now, not after all those times I thought aboutbeing so intimate with her.
My savior came when Molly sat back in her chair and let her legs slideopen a little, just enough to show off the lines of her white pantiesagain. Instantly I felt a twitch in the right direction. She noticedtoo. "Mmmm, looks like you're getting into this now. I do like yourtechnique, fingers rather than palm, much more delicate and sensitive Ialways find. I almost wish I could lick your shaft, slowly, from theballs up. Then I'd pop the head into my mouth. I think you'd likethat."
I nodded in time with my wrist, which was now moving faster than Iwanted but slower than I needed. I was almost back to full strengthwhen Molly reached down with her hand, hitched her skirt and traced thefront of her panties with a finger. Maybe she was getting into thistoo.
Feeling more confident and less pressured, I managed to slow my strokesand start to enjoy Molly as she continued to stroke herself and now cupher breasts through her top and bra. "Keep your mind on the job now,"she warned, "no slacking." She deftly slipped a hand up her top andinside her bra, briefly closing her eyes as she played with hernipples. All consciousness of what I was doing was disappearing as Iwatched her pull the top off and loosen the bra. Now it was more thanmy hardness that had returned, and I started to feel those firsttingles of a climax-to-come run up and down from my cock to mytightening balls.
These now familiar boobs came into view as the clothing was whipped awayand Molly tweaked her own nipples while staring at my hand and hard on.She wasted no time at all pulling down her skirt and panties in onemovement, then settling back into the chair t o rub herself.
The sight of that wonderful neatly shaved pussy was just too much andwith a grunt I felt myself overtaken by a huge, shattering orgasm. AsI spurted several streams of white cum onto the carpet Molly smiled,inserted a finger all the way up her lovely pussy and closed her eyes.Unable to move, my legs too weak to stand yet, I watched as she rubbedvigorously, screwed up her features, held her breath and eventuallyrelax as she came. Her finger stayed right inside her pussy.
"Mmmm, that was lovely," she smiled when her eyes opened. "You did sowell. That was so hot to watch." Molly stood up from the seat andmoved towards the sofa like a cat on the prowl. "And you're still hardtoo. I like that."
She crawled onto the sofa in front of me, dipped her head and took mycock in her mouth, deftly licking off the last drop of cum from the endas she closed her lips over me. It was my turn to close my eyes andenjoy as she expertly worked her tongue and sucked. Soon her hand cameup to lightly trace across my balls with an exquisite touch.
At first there was little I could do but kneel there and enjoy thesensation of her working my cock around her mouth, running her tongueall over the head and pulling it to the back of her throat and into hercheeks. She took control of the shaft firmly and with expert strokesguided me exactly where she wanted. She slowly pulled back her headand looked up to me, a silvery string of saliva connecting the cornerof her mouth and my cock. Then she eagerly went back to work.
I managed to reach over and run my own hand over her ass cheeks, feelingtheir roundness, resisting the temptation to slip my fingers betweenthem and down to her wet pussy. I ended my exploration with a sharpslap of hand on ass that I felt in her mouth as she caught her breathand tightened her lips around my shaft. Thankfully she didn't stopworking the length of my hard on and running the head of my cock aroundand around in her mouth.
Next I reached down and took her boobs in my hands, weighing them andtwisting the already excited nipples. She looked up at me again, onehand still gently working my shaft, the other tightening on my balls."Eat my pussy. Now."
I expected her to lie back on the sofa but instead she stayed on allfours and I approached her from behind, the sight of her wet andengorged pussy lips encouraging me as I prepared for my first taste ofMolly. I paused just before licking her for the first time, savoringthe smell of her and thinking of all the times I'd thought about howI'd lick her inside and out. Then I ran my tongue down the length ofher slit, tasting that sweet juice and feeling her softness eager topart for me.
Without further hesitation, I twisted my head a little sideways andplunge d my tongue as far as it would go. Molly tasted soft and sweet.I worked my tongue around and felt her body want to writhe in pleasure.This made my cock twitch and stiffen even further despite being out ofher reach. As I withdrew my tongue, I gently eased the tip towards thetop of her slit and onto her clit, excited and easy to find. As Iplayed my tongue over her clit, I managed to work a finger into herpussy and feel her tremble again. Now I knew she'd given up anycontrol she had. My time had finally come, Molly could no longer teaseand resist.
I stood away from her and savored the moment as I positioned her ass onthe end of the sofa. There was no sign of anything but completeacquiescence as I took a final lingering look at the pussy I was aboutto enjoy to the very fullest. I stood one foot on the floor, anotheron the sofa and guided my cock to her pussy. My turn to tease came asI took it in my hand and slapped her playfully a couple of times on theass with it. "Please," was all she could whimper right then.
I eased up to her and managed one final tease as I rubbed my hard on upand down her slit a couple of times, watching as the sheen of herjuices started to run down and around the rim of the head. Then Ieased my length into her, slowly and deliberately, all the way. "OhGod that feels so good," she hissed. She wasn't wrong, she felt soft,wet, and tight, and as I started to move in and out gently, I felt hertighten her ass cheeks and pussy muscles, increasing my pleasure.
It was never going to last long for either of us, too much pent uptension after such a supercharged evening. As I kept my thrusts slowand deliberate, I felt her hand come up towards my balls. As I movedin and out of her, Molly let her fingers brush against my balls everytime I moved out, not touching them on the way back in. She knew whatshe was doing and my balls started to tighten almost immediately. Ireached down and took hold of her left boob with my hand. I pulledhard on the nipple, hard enough that Molly began a soft regular moaningin time to my strokes. I tried to hold back, but it was never going towork.
As I felt myself beginning to cum I let go of her nipple and reacheddown for her clit. As I rubbed her I could feel my hard on moving inand out and noticed that I'd never known anyone as wet as she was downthere. I felt her gasp and pull tight as she came and with one finalthrust I was pumping into her, milking my balls into her pussy as theclimax seemed to go on forever.
I slumped on the sofa next to her, shattered by the experience, swimmingin the sensation and my dick slapping against me, wet and covered inher juices and my cum. Finally, there was nothing left to theimagination with Molly.
I felt her move a little, snuggle next to m e, and lay her hand across mychest. "Looks like you got all you wished for," she whispered as herhand drifted downwards. I smiled, knowing what was coming. "Christ,you're still hard!" she grasped me, checking.
"I guess that's kind of normal for me when someone a beautiful as you isaround." I laughed a little, if she only knew how many times I'd beenhard when I'd thought about her in the past.
Without another word, she sat up and straddled me. Grabbing my hard on,she stood it straight up and slid slowly down the length. As shestarted her own rhythm I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feelings of mycock being massaged by an exquisite pussy. I wondered how long wecould go on like this, for Molly was wrong about one thing, I hadn'tgot ALL that I'd wished for. Not yet.
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Story - Younger sister's classmate after marriage....
I am a senior manager with a firm in Dubai . I am 37, well builtthough slim. I work out regularly to keep in shape.I was traveling to India on business when at the Dubai airport I metCharu in the waiting lounge. She was traveling to India alone too.She was a class mate of my younger sister and during my younger daysshe used to be a frequent visitor at our place. She had a boyfriendthen, who she eventually married and moved to Dubai with him.Although I was in Dubai for past 3 years, I had never met and overthe years we were out of touch. I was happy to see her and we beganchatting and catching up on our lives. She had two children aged 11and 9 and both, she and her husband worked in Dubai . She was on herway to India to settle some property matters while her husband stayedback as the children's school was still on.
Our flight was delayed by nearly an hour but somehow time passed fastwith us chatting. While sitting beside her and talking, I couldn'tbut help admire her. Over the years she had gained some weight andnow was generously proportioned. She had large boobs, maybe 38 or soand when she rose to visit the restroom, I could not help gawking ather bottom. It was nice and round and looked simply sexy in her tightstretch jeans. She wore a close fitting white t-shirt through which Icould see the outline of her bra. The neck of the t-shirt was alittle low sitting beside her I had a nice view of the top of hercleavage. She wore a short necklace whose pendant stopped just aboveher cleavage.
When we boarded the aircraft, I found that our seats were a few rowsapart; she had a window seat while I had an aisle. I requested theperson beside her to exchange seats and he readily agreed. When thebeverage cart came around, I asked for a beer and Charu asked me whatI would recommend for her. I suggested a gin and tonic. Thestewardess asked us if we'd like a second drink while serving thefirst one itself (probably to avoid having to bother serving anotherround). We sipped our drinks and chatted, at one time I was lookingdown her cleavage when she had turned her face for something, and sheturned around and caught me looking at her boobs. I was a bitflustered but she just smiled. I told her that she was looking reallynice and that her husband was really lucky to have such a gorgeouswife. She replied "how I wish that were true". I asked "why?" Sheexplained that her husband always complained that she had gained toomuch weight, although he too had gained weight. He spent too muchtime with his friends after work and she was left to tend to thehousehold chores and the children's needs. I told her that he is afool, if she was my wife, I would not be able to keep my hands offher! She blushed when I said that. She then asked me how my marriedlife was. Our drinks had loosened us up quite a bit by now. Iconfessed that I had a great marriage and that we simply could notget enough of each other. Without getting to details I told her thatwe devised various ways to keep our sex life interesting and full offun. She told me that she envies my wife.
As we approached Bombay , I asked her about her connecting flight toAhmedabad. It was in the morning and she would have nearly sevenhours between flights. I asked her if she would be spending the nightwith any relatives in Bombay . She replied that she did not want tohassle any of her relatives so would be transferring directly to thedomestic terminal as in any case she would lose an hour with customsand immigration formalities and would need to be at the airport forthe next flight at least an hour earlier. I would be staying inBombay at a hotel near the airport two days and I suggested that shespends the night there instead. She was hesitant and said "It wouldnot look good if anyone knew that I spent the night at a hotel withsomeone other than my husband". I replied "why does anyone need toknow if you don't want them to know?" I further told her that shecould use the bed while I slept on the sofa. She agreed and we wereout of the airport and on the way to the hotel in a short while.Since both were in India on a short visit, we had no checked inbaggage and managed to get through the customs and immigration in avery short while. We checked into the hotel which was a shortdistance from the airport. In the room I asked her if she would liketo have a shower first. She told me to go ahead and that she wouldhave one after me. I had a shower and changed into my shorts and t-shirt. I asked her if she would like me to fill the bath tub for herbut she said that she would prefer a hot shower.
Charu spent around 10 minutes in the shower while I waited for her.She came out of the shower dressed in a long white and pink sleepweart-shirt which went down to her mid-thighs. She had her hair tied inher towel. She neatly placed her jeans and white t-shirt on the backof a chair and sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs. I could seeone of her bra straps from the neck of her t-shirt but I was not sureif she was wearing any panties. I had set the air-conditioning quitelow and the room was cool. This had made her nipples erect and Icould clearly see them jutting through the fabric of the bra and t-shirt. I fixed us two drinks from the mini bar and settled down onthe same sofa a little away from her. We began talking and soon outtalk got a little intimate. I told her how nice she looked dressed inthis night wear and that she looked good enough to eat. She smiledback. I then lightly rubbed the back of my hand on her cheeks andthen touched her ears and ran my fingers through her wet hair. Whenmy hand returned to her face, she gasped and pressed it against herface with her hand. I then lightly ran my fingers over her lips.Charu shut her eyes and leaned back against the sofa. I feasted myeyes on her magnificent boobs that were straining against the t-shirt. When she opened her eyes, I asked her for a sip of her drink.She said "sure" and offered me her glass. I replied "not like that"Her eyes questioned me. I said "take a sip but don't swallow". Whenshe did that I placed my lips on hers and I took a sip of her drinkfrom her mouth. She looked quite startled but quickly regained hercomposure and told me that it was nice and that she had neverexperienced something like that before. I asked her if she'd like totry it again. She said "sure, but we can skip the drink, I'm sure".With that we began kissing passionately. She shut her eyes as Ikissed her on her lips our tongues darted onto each others mouths. Ihad one hand on the back of her head while the other rubbed her backas we got into a passionate embrace. She grabbed the back of my headand occasionally felt my face. I then moved from her lips to her earsI nibbled on her earlobes while whispering in her ears about how nicethis felt. My tongue darted into her ears and I then licked the backof her ears, just behind her earlobes. From there I moved my face tothe side of her neck and hungrily kissed her neck and nibbled it,careful not to leave any bite marks. I returned to her lips and whilekissing her I gently touched one of her erect nipples through her t-shirt. She did not stop me and I began rubbing it harder and rollingit between my thumb and finger. Our kisses got more urgent andaggressive and I boldly took her whole boob in my hand and gentlysqueezed it. I asked Charu if we should move to the bed. Withoutanswering, she rose and I held her and we walked to the bed kissingall the while. I took off my t-shirt and both of us lay down on oursides and continued smooching. I took her leg and pulled it over minewhile I ran my hand on her bare thigh. Her fleshy thigh felt simplysuperb. It was smooth and firm and hairless, probably waxed veryrecently. I moved my hand higher and found that she had tight pantieson. As I went higher, I could feel the cleavage of her butt justabove her panties. I now turned her on her back and continued kissingher while I began feeling the front of her thighs. She had her thighsheld together while I ran my hand on them, her panty clad pussy andon her stomach. As I went higher, her kisses got wilder. I touchedher boobs through her bra and in a short while I turned her to herside and undid the bra hook. Her boobs sprang free and I had a greattime playing with them. I then sat up and helped her discard her t-shirt and bra. She smiled coyly as I stopped to admire thosemagnificent tits. I then attacked them with my mouth, I sucked hernipples, bit them lightly an aroused her with my oral ministrations.I raised her arms and kissed her armpits. I love this area in awoman. Her pits were smooth and hairless. I asked her if she waxed orshaved and she replied that she waxed them. I then moved my mouthdown her stomach and ran small circles with my tongue on and aroundher navel. Charu wriggled with pleasure as it tickled her a little.She had a slightly plump belly, not absolutely flat but not flabbyeither. She had a streak of very light growth of hair from her bellybutton to the top of her panties. I suppose Charu never wore clothesthat exposed her midriff, so she had not bothered to wax herselfhere. I found the sight of slight hair on her belly very sexy andexciting, it was kind of a preview to what was contained in herpanties. I kissed her from her belly button to her panties. She woreskimpy white cotton panties which struggled to contain her lovelyhips, pussy and butt. I kissed her pussy through her panties andmoved her legs apart. She had a wet spot forming between her legs. Icould see strands of pubic hair sticking out from the sides of herpanties. I kept kissing Charu's cunt through her panties and kneadedher boobs at the same time. Her thighs were firm and fleshy and justthe way I love them. I turned her on her side as I wanted to see whather butt looked like with her panties still on. Her hipster pantiesbarely went to the top of her butt and I could see her sexy cleavagebetween her butt cheeks. I stuck my tongue into her butt cleavagejust above her panty waistband. I removed her panties and feasted myeyes on her beautiful pussy. Has had a hairy cunt but had trimmed thehair near the entrance to her pussy lips while there was a dense bushat the top. I put my mouth on her pussy and gently parted her thighs.She had small pussy lips protruding below her pussy. I took them inmy mouth and began sucking them.
With my lips I slowly probed her pussy lips apart and my tongueprobed her inner folds till I found her clit. I felt Charu stiffen asmy tongue probed her clit. I kept tonguing her clit while I inserteda finger into her and searched for her G-spot. I felt her tense as Itouched her G-spot. I now pushed my lips against her cunt and keptmoving them as my tongue licked her clit and my finger rubbed her G-spot. I then moved my other hand under her bum and pulled her cheekaside till I got to her asshole. Charu began grinding her pelvisagainst my face as I licked her clit, rubbed her g-spot and asshole.She had a massive orgasm. Now I was lying between her legs on mystomach for quite a while and needed to reposition myself.I stood up and took off my shorts. My cock sprang out into the open.
I was hard and really excited with the orgasm that Charu just had.Let me tell you that nothing excites me more than giving my woman agreat orgasm. I now moved on top of her into a more comfortable 69position. I like being on top in a 69 while eating a woman because itgives me the best access to her pussy and butt. I began eating hercunt again. I felt her hands touch my balls and cock. While I lickedher pussy, I felt her tongue lick my balls and she then took my cockwith her hands to her mouth and began licking the tip of my cockwhich was wet with pre-come. I have an uncircumcised cock which isaround 6 1/2 inches long and around 2 1/2 thick. Charu retracted myforeskin and began sucking my cock. She seemed an expert in thisdepartment and what she was doing to my cock felt really nice. Ibegan thrusting my hips in and out on her face while she expertlysucked me while I ate her cunt at the same time. I licked her betweenher cunt and her asshole and she began responding with the thrusts ofher hips. I then moved onto my side, still in a 69, and put my facebetween her thighs and ate her while she sucked me. I turned Charuaround on her belly as I wanted to explore her bottoms. I told herthat I will do something that she will really enjoy and with that, Iparted her buttocks and began tracing my tongue on the crack of herbutt from just below her back. Charu stiffened and tightened her assmuscles as my tongue reached her asshole. I kept kissing her buttcheeks and she relaxed, I moved her cheeks apart again and hungrilyprobed her asshole with my tongue. This really drove her wild and sheslipped a hand under her crotch and began finger-fucking her pussy asI licked her bum-hole. She suddenly turned around and said "I needyou inside me, please enter me fast". I asked her if she wants me towear a condom. She said "No, I want to feel your bare cock insideme". She also told me that she was on the pill and can't getpregnant. I positioned myself above her and gently entered her warmand waiting cunt. She thrust her hips towards me to welcome me in. Icould feel my foreskin peel as I slid inside her. I began fucking herslowly while I wrapped my arms around her upper body and held her ina tight embrace. Soon our rhythm increased and we began fucking hardand wild. I moved my hands down to her butt and squeezed her buttcheeks hard as I pumped her. Charu moaned with delight and had onestrong orgasm; I continued pumping her hard and had another. Whilepumping her, my fingers probed her clit and I rubbed it to get herclimax yet again, her pussy was wet with her love juices flowingfreely. My fingers traced the area between her pussy and her anus. Irubbed that spot while I continued pumping her. Her juices had flowedall the way to her asshole, I rubbed her asshole and tentativelyinserted a little bit off my fore finger into it. It was tight atfirst and as she got used to it, she relaxed and I shoved it deeper.
Soon I was fucking Charu's cunt and finger fucking her asshole at thesame time. This drove her wild and she had another orgasm. As themuscles of her anus relaxed, I inserted a second finger and pressedthe walls of her anus against my cock in her cunt. Charu then didsomething that surprised me: she wetted her finger with her pussyjuices and inserted it in my ass. It felt strange having a fingerinside my ass but I soon got used to it and began enjoying it. I feltthe pressure rising in my cock and told Charu that I'm going to come.I asked her if I should withdraw and she replied "no, I want you tocome inside me, lets' come together". I began pumping her hard and asshe had her next orgasm, I shot my load inside her. I lay spent overher as my cock deflated. I eventually slid off her and held her in atight embrace. I asked her if it was good for her and she repliedthat it was the best sex she had in years.
While I lay on my back, Charu's hand went down to my cock which hadshrunk to really little. She then sat up and took me in her mouth andbegan sucking me. I began getting hard again and asked her to come ontop of me; I wanted to feel her pussy with my mouth. She got astrideme and began sucking my cock while I had her cunt near my face. Itwas wet and her hair was matted with a mixture of her juice and mycum. I parted her lips and licked her clit again. Her large ass infront of my face looked superb. Charu licked my balls and then beganlicking the area between my balls and anus. She then said "it is nowmy turn" and bent my legs with her arms and reached for my assholewith her tongue. The feel of her warm tongue on my asshole was mindblowing. I was rock-hard again. We turned around and I fucked herdoggy style. While thrusting in and out, I inserted my thumb into herasshole and moved it in a circular motion as we fucked. The sight ofher large ass drove me wild and we soon came together. We washed upreturned to the bed. There was not much time left as she had heronwards flight to catch. I set the alarm clock and we hugged each andslept together in the nude. We were woken up by the alarm clock acouple of hours later and made love again. This was a hurriedsession. We then got into the shower together and had a quick shower.While we dressed up, I told Charu that I am keeping her sexy pantiesas a souvenir of our lovely night together. She smiled and tookanother from her bag and dressed up. I called for a car and went tothe airport to see her off. While leaving, she told me that this wasthe best sex she had ever had and that she would always remember thisnight.
I still have her white panties in an envelope in my office drawer andonce in a while when I am by myself, I look at it and memories ofthat wild night rush back to my mind.
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Story - Lesbian....in bed with boss....
Sleeping with the boss is a common way to get ahead in the business world.I slept with my boss and found a whole new life. Her name is Ann Richardsand she is a top executive in our firm. Our business is export/import, andAnn is an exception in a field dominated by men. She is very bright and veryaggressive. I felt lucky to get a job as her personal secretary because ofmy limited experience. Our relationship had been strictly business until thetime I discovered her getting oral sex in her office - during regularbusiness hours - from a man known only as "Mr. Wilson."
Ann scheduled "Mr. Wilson" for 30-minute appointments from time to time,usually under the guise of "Sales Study Planning." Even I, with my limitedexperience, knew that this made no sense. He would arrive at the appointedtime, spend 30 minutes with her, and leave very quietly. For the life of meI couldn't figure out what the hell was going on in that office. One day Iwas finally overcome by curiosity - I barged into her office during one ofher meetings with him, on the pretext that some very important papers hadjust arrived.
At first the scene in her office made no sense to me. Ann was sitting at herdesk, with her chair swiveled 90 degrees to the side. Then I spotted "Mr.Wilson." He was on his knees in front of Ann, and his head was moving up anddown. When I realized that Ann's skirt was pulled up and her panties weredown around her shoes, it was clear that she was getting her pussy eaten.That was a shocker to me - I had heard of such things but never participatedin any way. In fact, my sexual experiences were very limited. I stood therefrozen in place; I was embarrassed as hell and felt like dropping throughthe floor. Ann was amazingly cool about things. She did not stop the oralsex session as I stood there! She simply told me to go back to my deskoutside her office and that she would talk to me later. When "Mr. Wilson"left about twenty minutes later I couldn't look him in the eye.
Ann called me into office shortly after he left and told me to keep quietabout what I had seen. She threatened me with such things as getting firedand being sued for defamation of character if I blabbed to anyone. "Is thatclear?", she said. "Yes, Ms. Richards", I replied. "Believe me, I won't sayanything to anybody." She told me to go back out to my desk and to continuemy secretarial tasks as usual.
On the surface things continued as before the incident in Ann's office, butI was very troubled. I was staying in a cheap room in a ratty neighborhoodto save money. I was very lonely. Since coming to New York six monthsearlier I hadn't really made friends. As for social life, forget it! I wentto some dances to meet men, but New York is a tough place to meet nice guys.
I knew that men were attracted to my firm boobs and tight ass. When I lookat myself naked in the bathroom mirror it seems to me that I have the kindof body that most men want. And I'm pretty smart besides. I should be agreat catch for a man who is looking for a quality woman. The guys I met atdances seemed mostly interested in getting me into bed. They were prettycrude on dates. Usually they would play "grab ass" with me and suggest thatI ought to give them a blow job. Perhaps I would have been tempted to havesex with them if they hadn't been so crude.
Speaking of sex, that's a big problem for me. I am quite horny andmasturbate very often as a result. But I'm a small town girl with almost nosexual experience. It doesn't help that I come from a very religious familyin which it is assumed that sex happens when you get married. The social andsexual scene in New York was something the folks back in Indiana could neverhave imagined. Technically, I was not a virgin. I had some sex with myboyfriend back home. But he was as inexperienced as I was, and even moreconsumed by guilt over "doing it" before marriage.
Here I sat in what was supposed to be the most exciting city in the world,with no friends, no sex, and masturbating at night so that I could get tosleep. After I saw Ann and "Mr. Wilson" together in her office, mymasturbation fantasy changed. I used to close my eyes and imagine a "PrinceCharming" sort of character who made love to me in a very slow romantic way,as I fingered my nipples with the fingers of one hand and moved threefingers of my other hand in and out of my pussy. But now I was consumed witha powerful and bizarre sexual image quite different from anything I'dexperienced in the past. It was ME, rather than "Mr. Wilson" performing oralsex on Ann! I imagined kissing and licking every part of her pussy, tonguingher clitoris until it popped out of its hood, and then sucking on her clituntil she came in a powerful orgasm. The taste and aroma of her sexpermeated my fantasy world. It was by far the best masturbation fantasy ofmy life. But that made going to work and seeing Ann in the office a form oftorture. I wanted to take her in my arms and then kiss and lick every squareinch of her body, but most importantly her pussy.
The fact that I pictured sex with another woman was specially erotic for me.It dealt with something "forbidden." In the world I come from homosexualityis considered dirty and rarely discussed. I did have some guilt feelings andwas uneasy about what might develop with Ann. I decided not to let thosedoubts spoil the best fantasy I'd ever had. I also fantasized about beingpunished by Ann for barging into her office during her session with "Mr.Wilson." She would tie me up and whip me, or spank me on my bare bottomwhile stretched across her lap. Somehow the idea of being disciplined by Annexcited me. These things bothered me so much that one day I asked her if Icould discuss a very personal matter with her. She said it was OK to discusspersonal matters with her and that she would keep all such informationconfidential. I came into the office and managed to tell her about my twofantasies; performing oral sex on her, and being disciplined by her. Iemphasized that those images were very powerful and disturbing - it wasbecoming a real problem. I asked if she could give me advice on how tohandle the problem. There was what seemed to me a long awkward pause. Annfinally said, "Let me think about what you told me. Maybe I can give yousome good advice. I'll let you know when I have something to say."About ten days later Ann called me into her office to discuss my "problem.""Strong sexual images are hard to handle", she said. "I'm willing to workwith you on that problem because you've been such a great help in organizingand running this office. Would you like that?" I responded said that wouldbe wonderful - when could we get started? Ann suggested that I come to herplace on Friday night, after work - and cautioned me not to mention this toother people in the office. She said that we would have an informal dinnerand drink, followed by a problem-solving session in her apartment. "It'sfine to dress informally," she said, "but please wear some nice underwear."The implication of that last statement didn't get to me until later; I wasthrilled by what she might have meant. I think that I've always beenbi-curious but suppressed those feelings. I went overboard in preparationfor my visit to her place; I spent 167 dollars at Victoria 's Secret for asupply of very sexy bras and panties.
I arrived at exactly 7:00 PM, the designated time, at her apartment.She lived in one of the beautiful old buildings you see in the Village. Ididn't know anyone else who lived in a building with a doorman - it wasquite different from the hole I was living in.
Ann greeted me at the door with a soft kiss on the cheek - it was the firsttime she kissed me! Rather than her usual business attire she was dressed invery soft feminine clothes. She wore a lovely silk blouse. I noticed thatthe top four buttons on the blouse were undone, showing very sexy cleavage.I had a fleeting thought of how nice it would be to reach in there and touchher breasts. It seemed that she wasn't wearing a bra - that excited me. Shewore a lovely black bolero skirt. She said that we had a reservation at anearby restaurant and that we should go right over and return to theapartment for our "working session."
I felt that I was on a real date - my first one in New York . She held myhand on the way to the restaurant. We were seated and chatted over drinkswhile waiting for the food to arrive. It was a lovely evening with a closefriend - completely different than the work environment. As we chatted sheoccasionally put a hand on one of my knees. It could have been a quiteinnocent thing on her part but I hoped that it was quite a bit more. I knewwhat she would find if she moved that hand under my skirt, up to my panties.They were already getting wet!
Over dinner Ann asked some questions about my fantasies. Had I everpreviously dreamed of having sex with a woman? "No", I said. Did I thinkthat I would enjoy sex with a female? After a long pause, "I'm not sure. I'dlike to try that form of love to see if I like it." Ann seemed to besatisfied by my answers to those very personal questions and turned toasking about my social life and whether I had found a nice guy yet. Idecided to be honest, telling how disgusted I was with the social life inNYC. "Don't worry, dear", she said. "When you meet the right person you'llbe very happy here." On the way back to her place we held hands again. Ifelt some stirrings down below. I was getting horny about my boss after afew drinks and dinner! After entering her apartment we hugged and kissedeach other. In my mind before this evening I had thought it would be awkwardto get intimate with Ann - after all she was my boss. Not true - it wasobvious that we wanted each other.
Ann took charge, as any good executive would. She led me into the bedroomand unbuttoned her blouse. She was lovely, with firm breasts topped by longred nipples. I started to kiss and lick her nipples. She pushed me backgently so that she could remove my blouse. The expensive bra from Victoria 'sSecret was removed in about 20 seconds. Two women naked to the waistembraced, kissed, and sucked each other's nipples. I was falling in love.With my boss! With another woman! Crazy - but it's what happened inGreenwich Village on that September evening.
The rest of the night seemed to me a blur of passion. We were buck naked inbed with our bodies intertwined. Ann pushed my legs far apart and got herhead down into my crotch. She made love to my pussy with her tongue. Myclitoris is large and protrudes when I get aroused. Her tongue made circleson the clit, and then she sucked on my bud, progressively harder and faster.
I came in a rush, releasing copious juices.
We were dozing in her bed about 9:30 in the morning when I realized that Ihad a dental appointment at 10:00 AM. "Holy shit", I yelled and started toget out of bed. Ann said sleepily, "What's the matter, hon?" Upon hearing ofthe dental appointment she laughed and said, "Call your dentist from thebedside phone and tell him that you've been up all night with a sick friendand that you may have to spend the rest of the weekend with her." Aftercalling the dentist I asked Ann what sickness my friend suffered from."LOL", she said , "Lack of Loving."
We spent most of the weekend in bed, where Ann showed me many ways of making love. Some of our most intimate moments were when we explored oral sex. Ann straddled me and used her mouth, lips, and tongue on my pussy and the surrounding area. As she did that I had her lovely cunt right above my head.I reached up with my arms around her butt and drew that steamy pleasure cavedown to my mouth. I could taste and smell her sex - it was intoxicating!Then she brought out some toys. There was a double dildo so that we couldfuck each other at the same time. She had a terrific collection of vibratorsthat could be used in almost every body orifice. It was an unforgettablenight of passion.
I found it to be thrilling to have this lovely woman teaching me how tosatisfy her. I felt proud of my newly acquired skills when she said nobodyhad eaten her pussy better than me. I loved the sex but, in a way, thesofter moments when we held each other tenderly and dozed off were just assatisfying. By late Saturday night Ann decided to start working on mypunishment fantasy. First, she asked me if I often felt guilty. "Yes", Isaid. "In my family guilt was a big thing. We were always asking God toforgive us for something."
"How badly do want to be punished?", she asked.
I found that a bit ominous; she seemed quite ready to inflict severe pain ifthat was what I really wanted. I was careful in how I answered the question."I'm not sure. I suppose it depends on the person punishing me and the typeof discipline. Maybe it's not punishment from just anyone that I crave. Ithink it's the thought of you, dearest Ann, making sure that I do exactly asyou wish. That excites me."
"I'll start gently and we'll go as far as you feel comfortable, dear. WhenI'm applying discipline you must address me as 'Mistress'. Do youunderstand?"
"Yes, Mistress Ann."
Ann started the first of what she called "training sessions." The basic ideawas for me to recognize her complete power over me. I surrendered to herpower, accepting her dominance and taking whatever punishment she decided to mete out. (Only to someone I loved and trusted like Ann would I be willingto grant such power.)
In this first session she had me lie naked across her lap while she spankedme with a hair brush. The spanking was mild at first but increased in force.At each point in the session she said something like, "You are guilty ofbarging in on me. Take your punishment", at which time she administered astroke with the brush. "Tell me when you can't take any more pain. Do youunderstand that?"
"Yes, Mistress. I understand."
At first the spanking was very mild. By the fifth stroke I felt a stingingsensation. At the tenth stroke I was feeling pain. I wanted to prolong thesession as long as I could because I was getting sexually aroused as thepain increased. By the twentieth blow I was very close to an orgasm but hadto ask for mercy.
"Please Mistress. I can't take any more!" The punishment session was over atthat point. Anne spread a soothing lotion over my ass and kissed me.This weekend I had found not only a lover but a Mistress as well!We took the subway uptown on Monday morning, I went up to the office at8:45, my usual arrival time. Ann had a snack at a nearby coffee shop andcame into the office at her normal arrival time, 9:15.
It seemed strange to maintain the old executive-secretary relationship atwork when we had been so intimate at her place. But we were very careful tokeep up appearances. The only exception was when Ann got very horny. Shemight call me in to "take dictation" and put her hand up my skirt and playwith my pussy.
Two weeks after our first date I moved into Ann's apartment. I kept the oldrented room, so that I could give a different address than Ann's building. Itook care of mail by renting a P.O box. It bothered me to spend rent moneyfor an unused place but Ann laughed it off and said, "Dear that's a verysmall expense, and remember that you're here at no cost - other than givingme the sex I crave. I would gladly pay much more for that talented mouth andtongue of yours!"
In the Village it is very common to see lesbian couples walking hand inhand, or with one woman's arm around her partner's shoulder. We blended inperfectly. There is a whole gay and lesbian community; bars, coffee shops,movies, sex toy shops, and the rest - that cater to a gay/lesbian consumer.Most of the shops in the Village aren't much different than those in anyother neighborhoods in New York . But the Village is a special place. Forexample, there is a store called "Lee's Transvestite Boutique" and there arefive piercing parlors where you can get your nipples, nose, ears, and almostanything else pierced. One such parlor actually offers to pierce a woman'slabia and insert a small metal ring there for her!
For a long time I had guilt feelings about getting involved in a "differentkind of love" with Ann. It was hard to imagine what my family back homewould think if they knew that I wasn't looking for a potential husband butwas in a love affair with a woman. I kept those doubts from Ann, but theystill disturbed me. However, in the Village what we were doing was acceptedas quite natural and any doubts I had in that respect faded away - I washappy with Ann and no desire to look for a man instead. On some occasions Ifelt uncomfortable. For example, I was jealous if we went to a bar and someother woman made a play for Ann. We had an agreement to not let those things bother us. Still, Ann knew how much it bothered me; she made it clear to anyone trying pick her up that she was quite happy with her current sweetie.One thing I discovered about Ann was her passion for anal sex. I wasdoubtful at first about having my asshole penetrated, but she persuaded meto try it. We had already taken the first step by pushing a finger in andour of our partner's anus while making love - we both liked that very much.Ann bought a special dildo at a shop in the Village that had a big selectionof sex toys. This dildo was designed for anal sex, rather than vaginal sex -it was long but not very thick. Thus, there was very little risk of painwhen pushing past the anus into the rectum. With the use of liberal amountsof lube she got me to accept the dildo after a few awkward tries. It was anamazing feeling to get fucked in the ass by my female lover. As she humpedme I pushed my hips back against her thrusting body. Anal sex has turned outto be one of our favorite activities.
Ann wants me to do the same thing to her. I'm looking forward to that.The balance of power in our relationship shifted over time. At first she wascompletely dominant and I did whatever Ann wanted. Eventually I became moreof a leader in our relationship. I remember the weekend when I first took aleading role. Ann's 35th birthday was coming up. I decided to do somethingvery nice for her, to show appreciation for what she had done for me. I toldher that I was planning a special weekend and that I wanted to be completelyin charge of that weekend. I said "Ann dearest, I want to take care ofeverything and relieve you of having to do any planning or taking care ofarrangements. Leave everything to me. All you have to do is enjoy yourself."
On that Friday night I had reservations at a very nice French restaurant. Wedressed up for the evening - it took a long time to get dressed because wetook time out more than once for a quick fuck with my favorite dildo - allpart of my careful planning! Finally we were ready to go, and I must saythat we made a stunning couple. While we were at dinner a few guys whom Ihad hired came into the apartment and transformed it into a "fairyland"; aquite appropriate name considering their sexual orientation.
When we got back from dinner the apartment was a very romantic place; softcolored lighting, old ballads playing on the tape unit, and my birthdaypresent on a side table that had been moved out to the center of the room.When Ann opened my present she hugged me and cried. I had purchased a piece of porcelain of the type she collected. (The shop owner assured me that it was a very fine piece when I shelled out a significant part of my savingsfor her present.)
I took charge of the lovemaking that night. I had her lie down on her backand spread her legs. I licked and kissed my way slowly from her lovelynipples down to her pussy. When I got to that marvelous cavern of pleasure Iused my tongue on her inner lips and licked my way to her clitoris. She wasso aroused that her bud was already accessible. I brought my head directlydown to her clit and embraced it with my mouth. It was sweeter to me thananything I had ever tasted before. She started to moan and breathe hard. Herhips thrust upward in a spasm of desire. In response I sucked on her clituntil her body shuddered and she climaxed. That night I tried every type ofsex that I knew in order to give her pleasure. At one point I put Ann's legson my shoulders; this meant that her whole lower body was accessible to me -not only her pussy but the perineum, the sensitive area between the assholeand the vagina. I planted soft kisses there; it drove her wild! When sheseemed exhausted I just held her. I masturbated a few times during the nightwhen she wanted to relax, as she watched me. That was exciting for the bothof us. After masturbation I stuck a finger into my cunt and gave the fingerto Ann to suck on. Her reaction - "That's so delicious, sweetie! Can I havemore, please?"
The next morning Ann said that not having to take responsibility for thingsand letting me take charge was a new and thrilling feeling for her. She hadalways felt the need to be in charge since her early days in businessschool; this was a completely new experience for her. Since then she lets metake charge fairly often and enjoys letting me dictate the type and speed ofour lovemaking. I recently attended a seminar for Executive Secretaries atthe Hilton. At lunch I was seated with five other women around a circulartable. A woman seated next to me said that she was quite new the businessworld and to New York City , and she asked if there were any suggestions Icould give about getting promoted."Try sleeping with your boss. That often works", I said. Nobody at the tablehad a word to say - the silence was deafening.
