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Free Sex Stories Today's is about Free sex stories Fetish Learning to switch, who would you like, because it is very sexy and exciting and all are free sex stories. Also you can find all of Sexy, adult, xxx and Erotic Story just for you. She slipped in to another skin, one where she did not have to think, just react. It was time to be submissive. Being dominant, willful and forceful was something that had just recently reared it's head and she reveled in it, but it took as much as it gave and she found out by mere coincidence that being submissive replenished her senses and her might.

In all her fifty years her true self lay dormant while she was raising her family. What ever was needed at any given time she mustered it somehow. When her last child left her nest something came alive in her and she did not quite know how to bridle the energy, or understood where it was coming from. She came to the conclusion not to question it, but to enjoy it without causing any pain, or discomfort to her family.

He told her to meet him at a restaurant and gave her instructions on what to wear. A gallant man, highly intelligent and so in tune with her needs. Even though they were just getting to know each other, he was 12 years her senior and he had lived the life style for a long time. He could read her so well and he was able to call out the parts in her that she suppressed, allowed her to expose her insides, even though she still was not completely comfortable yet, he knew this and gave her the time she needed to explore and to strip herself of her inhibitions.

In order for her to comply and to slip in to how she wanted to be, the dominant side
in her had to be convinced to vacate her mind and since she experienced this renaissance she was more than willing to oblige. He gave her his instructions in a charming, but very clear manner. No panties, a sheer bra that would allow her nipples to be visible under the crisp white blouse, stockings and a garter belt over a black skirt that was clinging to her curves, but that was loose towards the bottom, black patent leather heels accentuated her beautiful legs and she was admitting to herself how sensual she felt in this outfit. As he directed her to do, she applied her favorite scent between her breasts, on the insides of her thighs and knees, and on the back of her neck, which heightened her senses even more.

Energized and doused in anticipation she stepped out of the elevator, her eyes adjusting slowly to the dimly lit surroundings. A waiter approached her quickly and asked to follow him to the table her party was awaiting her.

As they were making their way through the restaurant, her thoughts were racing, her heart began to pound in her chest and there was no way she could hide her excitement. Her nipples were parading themselves in a highly visible manner and every breath she took made them rub against the satin fabric of her bra, exciting her even further, the feeling was very intense. The low lights did not hide the flush in her face when her suitor stood in front of her, clearly delighted by what he saw and charmingly kissing her hand, pulling out
the chair for her and announcing, "Darling, I am so happy to see you and you look stunning!"

She thanked him for the compliment and took her seat and as she sat down she felt the dampness between her legs and quickly crossed them underneath the table, as if to somehow manage her excitement.Standing behind her, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Uncross them, my sweet, please." His voice was warm, but there was a definite demand that could not be overheard and even though her first instinct was to defy his request, she complied and uncrossed her legs, taking a deep breath she put both of her feet on the floor and looked at him. He sensed her apprehension and smiled at her, took her hand and began idle conversation. As if it was the most natural thing in the world to him, having a gorgeous woman sitting beside him in a public place, without panties and awaiting his requests.

When she felt his fingers between her legs, it send hot tingles down her spine, the surprise almost caused her to drop the glass of wine she was holding. Amused by her reaction, he kissed her cheek and quietly he said to her, "Let me feel how excited you are." With that his fingers found her highly aroused mound and he ran his finger between her moist lips, which caused her involuntarily to release more drops of juice.

He chuckled. "Oh Dear, you are so ripe, it will be such a pleasure to tease the honey from you and do not worry, the table linens protect us from preying eyes!" Intently he looked at her, as he licked his finger, like a delicay he savored it and she could not believe how much this affected her. The heat was so strong now, she began to squirm a little and his hand found its way to the source of her fire and he began to roll her clit between his fingers, as if it was a toy, nibbling on her ear at the same time, kissing her neck and feeling the the goosebumps rise on her skin.

It was getting very hard for her to keep her composure. Holding a napkin and squeezing it tightly, she could not withhold the moan when his finger slipped inside of her hot pussy, she bit her lip and her hips pushed against his hand. The heat waves were flooding through her and he was enjoying every moment of the sweet agony he was causing her. "I want to cum right here, right now, please!" she uttered, but he was not done with her yet.

"Soon, Darling, soon." And with that he removed his hand from her and called the waiter over and ordered their dinner.

Somehow she had to cool herself and come back to her senses, so she excused herself to go to the ladies room.

"I want you in the same state as you are in now, do you understand, Darling?"

"Yes I do," she mumbled. He knew exactly what she had in mind and as much as she wanted to relieve the pressure, she was going to go along with his request. Walking away, she felt his eyes watching her and every step she took reminded her of how aroused she was.

The cool water on her wrists helped her to simmer down a bit and when she saw the reflection of herself in the mirror she had to laugh. He had her on the edge, her eyes glazed, her whole body in a state of pure anticipation and she was in a daze, wanting nothing but to go and be his toy. Normally she was the one who did the teasing, but being played with, being the object of desire and giving in to it was so liberating.

"What a good girl you are!" he said with a grin, knowing she returned to him just as hungry as she had left him and his praising words gave her a strange rush. She wanted him to fondle her again, but dinner was served. She had lost the appetite for food, yet her need to cum grew by the minute. It seemed like an eternity, eating, talking and all she could hope for now was that he did not want coffee, or some dessert. She wanted to be his dessert!

"Do you want anything else, Dear?" he asked and her reply made him laugh when she
answered with a loud, "No, thank you!"

A gentleman through and through, he guided her to the elevator and pushed the button, always brushing up against her and his voice beguiling her, he said, "I am so pleased with the way you handle yourself and I cannot wait to get my hands on you."

Again she felt this sensation rushing through her, his words, his voice her body reacting with tiny stinging pricks all over her skin, she was exhilarated.

The elevator walls were all mirrors. When they stepped inside and the door closed, he had his body pressed up against her so quick and before she knew it her back was against the wall, kissing her with so much passion, it nearly took her breath away and there were no more thoughts in her mind. She was one big bundle of nerves now. His knee parted her legs and one hand found her wetness, while the other reached for her breast and she welcomed his raw fury.

He abruptly let go of her when the elevator came to a halt. She was disheveled, hot and wet and he seemed to be very collected. Fortunately nobody was waiting for the elevator and he put his arm around her and guided her through the empty parking garage to his car. He began caressing her nylon wrapped legs and they parted for him in anticipation. Caressing her thigh, slowly moving toward her moist pussy, she shivered and when she felt his hot breath on her nipple she loudly moaned in delight. Her hips were trying to guide him to the fire she needed him to put out and when she felt his hand covering her pulsing honey hole, she began to rub herself on it, but he had other plans and he said, "You will have to wait!" This sinking feeling came over her, but she knew by the look in his eyes that he was really going to make her wait.

They arrived at his place and she did not take much notice of her surroundings, she was so aroused and she could only focus on one thing and she was going to comply with his wishes, she wanted her reward.

"Come to me!" he said in a low, but demanding voice and she walked towards him hoping her knees would not cave in. "I want to see more of you." With that he began to unbutton her blouse, reached behind her and unzipped her skirt and she stood there exposed now in her bra, garter belt, stockings and heels. Unable to conceal her arousal, her nipples poking out, goosebumps all over her skin, her mouth half opened and her eyes begging him to touch her.

One of his hands grabbing her ass and the other in her hair, he pulled her to him, pressed his body against hers and his hard cock send shivers through her. "Oh yes!" she stuttered and when he kissed her, the juice began slowly dripping down her leg.

With one move he lifted her up on a cabinet and his hands spread her legs wide open and he was clearly enjoying the view. Her pussy glistening, lips swollen and her clit defiantly hot pink and erect. Like a hungry animal he dove down and began to suckle on her hot button, inserting his finger deep inside of her, feeling her twitching muscles and her honey was coating his chin and finger.

It was like a fountain of nectar, he was thirsty and he helped himself to her offerings. Reveling in her moans and groans he took her to her climax with his mouth and fingers. Trembling under his wet face, her legs shaking vigorously and her arched backed high, he looked up at the beautiful mess he had made of her and pressed himself against her. How he wanted to fuck her right now, mindlessly. All her glory, the bra unable to contain her breasts, swollen nipples flashing through the fabric, ecstasy in her face, her eyes glazed over, beckoning him to fill her and her hips grinding against him, it was almost to much for him to resist.

"Tell me, my little Princess, what do you want?"

With a whimper in her voice, but loud and very clear she responded, " Fuck me, please!"

Instead of doing just that, he pulled her around so that her head was almost dangling from the cabinet, the rest of her body sprawled out across the surface, he guided his hard, throbbing cock in to her open and waiting mouth.

"Swallow me!" he demanded and she was more than eager to comply. He thrust
himself inside her, grabbing her thick hair and pushing her head until he heard her gag. The moment was so intense for him that his whole body stiffened, his buttocks squeezing together under the sweet sensation of her sucking on his cock with so much devotion. His fingers now deep inside her hot pulsing pussy, probing, trying to push her to another orgasm, as she was gyrating her hips in rhythm with the waves coming from within her and neither one of them wanted to let go until they reached the point of no return.

Somehow he was able to hold back the enormous amount of cum he knew accumulated
and he was wanted to explode. His balls so tight and the head inflamed and red, he pulled out of her mouth in one almost painful move, and left her head hanging, but ravished her once again with his tongue. All it took was a couple of strokes over her clit and her body began to shiver nearly violently, loud inaudible words coming from her and he had to support her head so that she would not fall off thrashing around. He watched her with delight as her hands were clenching his arms until she finally sunk down in to a laying position.

There was no way he was going to refrain any longer. He swung her somewhat limp body around and in an instant she was sitting up erect and in awaiting his cock, legs spread wide to welcome that what she was aching for. Her eyes widened and she gasped as he entered her with one fierce thrust so hard and so raw that she began to pant and his loud moans echoed her breathing.

The backdrop to their sounds of ecstacy was the slamming together of their bodies. Pumping in to her with all of his might, milking him with her muscles, creating a frenzy of lust, reacting from pure instinct now, both feeling the intense sensations of orgasmic waves taking over. Soft wet muscles twitching and surrounding him tightly, releasing the hot flow of his cum in to her walls so needy for his hot juice, that her orgasm caused her to collapse on to him with a loud cry of rapture. Neither one was in control of what moved their bodies and still entangled with one another, reeling from the sensations they let it wash over them, until the weakness in his legs let him know he needed to let go of her.

Mustering up the strength to carry her over to his bed, he laid her on her back gently, where he could not help but see his cum dripping from her satiated pussy. What a sight it was!
Purring like a kitten she stretched out there before him, holding out her arms, inviting him to lay next to him and it was irresistible, because he was spent as well, spent and happy.

With a smile he took his place next to her and he knew that this was just the beginning of a very fruitful relationship. There was much he wanted to teach her and he knew there was a lot he was going to learn from her. Kissing her softly, he put his arms around her and they laid there together lost in their thoughts and enjoying the calm, knowing that this encounter was the prelude for what was to come. Hope you enjoyed this Free Sex Stories Article. Happy reading Free sex stories Fetish Learning to switch and happy exciting.

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Free Sex Stories Today's is about Free sex stories Fetish New Secretary, who would you like, because it is very sexy and exciting and all are free sex stories. Also you can find all of Sexy, adult, xxx and Erotic Story just for you. "Is that really the best answer you can come up with?"

The question was left hanging in the air as his hand dismissed the woman from his office.

Deb had been caught with her fingers in the till, not a huge sum, but it was theft all the same. She had offered profuse apologies and her reasons for doing what she did, none of which impressed Nigel much and her fate was sealed. He watched her turn on her heels, her eyes welling up with tears and her mouth opening as if to reply...she paused for a brief second as if to say something more, thought better of it and continued on her way out of his office and out of his employment

Nigel knew that his long term secretary would be very difficult to replace but his one golden rule for all his employees had been broken by Deb and that rule was Honesty.

He paid well and together with fringe benefits, rightly thought, that his staff were well taken care of. In this case not well enough it would seem.

He briefly let his mind wander to better times and wondered for a moment whether he was being too harsh on her. Quickly he decided he wasn't and got to work with the problems of finding a decent, honest secretary to replace Deb.

Deb was a mature, matronly, woman of about 55 who was about as sexy as a plank of wood but she could really do her job and do it well. She had been with the company for 8 years and in that time had turned the administration of the place into a work of art, it ran like a precision time piece. Where on earth would he find someone of the same calibre...he didn't relish the task ahead.

He picked up the phone and dialled the sales department. Janice was in charge there and he asked her to come to his office.

Janice was completely different to Deb, younger, sexy and full of confidence. A little tiresome at times due to her bouncy nature but did a stirling job of keeping things in check in her dept. She also had a great sense of humour which often bought howls of laughter from all those around her, including Nigel.

She entered his office after a brief knock and without being asked to come in. he looked up from his papers as if surprised by her entrance and motioned her to sit in the leather bound chair facing him across the large oak desk.

Janice was in her early thirties and was far from the conservative spinster that Deb had been. She wore a respectable outfit although a little more adventurous than anything Deb would have dreamed of wearing. The skirt was a little shorter, the blouse a little tighter and the make up a little brighter. She had a nice figure under her work clothes and liked to show it off a little with one button too many undone on her blouse to give a nice hint of the cleavage held beneath.

Nigel quickly explained what had happened earlier and that he was now in need of a new secretary to replace Deb. As he explained the situation Janice sat in silence and jotted down a few notes on a pad she had bought with her. Nigel explained what sort of person he was looking for and what qualities that he required from her. He asked her to arrange the advertising for the job but to let him see a copy of the vacancy resume before she had it entered in the local press.

She asked him if there were any special qualities that she should ask for when putting the advert together and he jokingly said, "The successful applicant must be under 35, wear short skirts, stockings, silky lingerie and be prepared for lots of overtime, oh yes, and she must be single!"

They both laughed at the innuendo and as Janice got up to leave she looked at him with a slightly wicked smile and lifted the hem of her skirt an inch or two, just enough to show she was wearing tights. "Shame about these," she said, "I fit the bill in all the other areas!" She gave him a cheeky wink and headed for the door.

He called after her and just to be on the safe side said, "Just the standard sort of wording will be fine Janice, best leave out the other bits don't you think?"

"Sure Mr Parks, no problem," and disappeared from the office still wearing the grin.

The next day at about 10 am there was a knock on the door to his office and as before the door opened before he had a chance to ask the person to come in.

It was Janice but a slightly different Janice to the one who had sat across from him the day before.

Same cheeky smile but that was now accentuated by the richer shade of red on her lips, same tight fitting blouse but now with an extra button undone which now showed the cleavage that was only hinted at the day before and the same shorter skirt but now an inch shorter showing off slightly more of her thigh. As well as these changes he also noticed that her footwear had changed and she was wearing what he judged to be about 4" heels which really made her look quite stunning The whole ensemble in fact made her look quite sexy and he was pleasantly surprised to be able to smell her very subtle perfume which he knew she hadn't had on the day before.

She sat in the same chair as the day before and passed over the copy of the advert that she had produced for him as requested. He read it through and found nothing wrong in it and passed it back to her. She lent towards the desk to retrieve it which afforded him a glorious view down the front of her blouse. Not to the naval you understand but just enough for him to see the ivory coloured bra she was wearing and the swell of the top of her breasts. His gaze was fixed there for a moment until he was bought back to earth by Janice.

"Is that acceptable Mr Parks?"

He was momentarily caught of guard by this and looked down at his paperwork on the desk. He answered her positively whilst rustling around in the papers feeling his own face start to redden. He didn't know whether or not she had seen him looking down her front but was embarrassed by the thought that maybe she did. When he eventually looked up and said, "Yes Janice that will be perfect," he noticed with even more surprise that she had crossed her legs and her skirt had ridden another few inches up her nylon covered thigh. The surprising thing was that this time he could just make out the end of a suspender strap attached to her stocking and not a continuation of nylon like a pair of tights. She still wore her cheeky grin but her lips were slightly more pouting than before and he could swear that she poked the tip of her tongue out from between those red lips ever so slightly and ran it across the top of her bottom lip. He was also now sure that his face was scarlet.

Janice uncrossed her legs which gave him another brief glimpse of her thighs and beyond and he plainly saw the pale flesh above her stocking tops, he shifted uneasily in his chair. She rose and stood in front of him and asked if there was anything else he needed at the moment...a few things came into his head, none of which he could request so he said no and she turned and again headed for the door. He watched her walk away safe in the knowledge that she could no longer see him staring at her and watched the thin outlines of her suspender straps move in unison with her perfect bottom under her skirt. He shifted on his chair again, trying to find a comfortable position for a growing problem!

Just as she reached for the door she turned again and said, "I was wondering if it would be ok for me to apply for the job with you? I think I fit the bill pretty well and I know the company so from a training point of view that would make your life a lot easier."

Nigel wasn't sure as to what to say, his mind however did and without hesitation he said, "Sure why not, but that would still leave me a member of staff short, just in another area."

"Yeah I know, I could do both jobs for a short while until you found a replacement for me in sales couldn't I?"

"Maybe. Run the advert and let's see what happens, apply for the job as my secretary as you would for any other job and we will see where it leads, ok?"

Her face lit up like a kid in a sweet shop. "Thank you Mr Parks, I'll do just that!" With that she opened the door and she, together with her new look was gone.

Nigel sat back in his chair and collected his thoughts; he had never really looked at any of his employees in a sexual way before today. Janice had changed that and now he was thinking about how much fun this new employee / employer relationship could really be.

On the other hand he was also thinking that it may cause some major complications and cause him to lose the respect of those he relied on to ensure his business ran smoothly. Whichever way he looked at it his mind kept projecting an image of Janice with her skirt hiked up around her waist sitting on the edge of his desk wearing those lovely stockings. He made a decision there and then. Janice would almost certainly be his new secretary but on his terms. If she didn't want to play by the rules he set then he would deal with that if and when the time came.

The Interviews.

Over the next couple of weeks Nigel received 11 applications for the vacancy, one of which was from Janice.

He went over each one in detail and discarded all but three of the applicants on grounds of experience, age or education. Obviously one of the applicants he didn't discard was Janice.

He called her and asked her to come to his office. Today she looked a little nervous but no less sexy than before. He asked her to sit in the chair in front of him and handed her the applications from the three short listed prospects. She briefly looked through the sheets of paper he had handed her and he watched as her nervous look disappeared to be replaced with the beaming smile which he preferred.

"Please could you contact the people whose applications and C.V's you have there and arrange interviews with me here on Friday starting at 10am?"

"Yes of course Mr Parks, no problem at all."

"Good, thanks, make sure you give me at least an hour between interviews and please could you make your own the last of the day, I wouldn't want you to cloud my judgement on the other hopefuls would I?" he said with a cheeky smile of his own.

It was Janice's turn to look a little red faced but she quickly composed herself and almost leapt from the chair with her cheeky grin firmly reattached. Watching her taught behind through her skirt as she left the office he again felt the need to shift in his chair to rearrange things in a more comfortable position.

Friday quickly came and Nigel had asked Janice to act as his assistant in greeting the two applicants on there arrival and showing them into my office at the specified time.

At 10am sharp there was a light knock on his door.

"Come in."

Janice opened the door and went through first swiftly followed by a young woman of about 25 to 30, 5'7", blonde hair and dressed in a business suit consisting of a white blouse with a dark blue pinstriped jacket and matching pencil skirt which ended just above the knee. She had a nice shape and from what Nigel could see of her decided that she had a decent sized chest under her outer garments.

Janice approached the desk and introduced Miss Court as his 10am interview.

"Thank you Janice, I will call if we need anything."

Janice headed back towards the door and Nigel couldn't help noticing that her skirt seemed even shorter than ever now and moulded itself to her like a second skin, the outline of her suspender straps was now even more evident and he felt his mouth going slightly dry imagining what may lie beneath.

Nigel leant across his desk and offered his hand to the young lady standing before him in his office. She in turn took his hand in a firm grip and smiled politely.

"Please take a seat Miss er....Court."

"Thank you," she said "If its ok with you please call me Angela."

After she had sat herself down and undone one of her jacket buttons and made herself comfortable he got down to the business of the interview.

"OK Angela, thank you for applying for this position. I am Nigel Parks, the owner of NP engineering and if you are successful in getting this job you will be working as my PA / Secretary."

He then went on to explain briefly the duties that the job would entail and give a short description of what the company did and its history.

Angela listened intently and added a few yes's and oh really's into the conversation at the appropriate times.

Nigel reached for her C.V. and asked her about her last employment, she had worked for a local haulier as a secretary and had recently left without a position to go to.

"I left because my boyfriend at the time decided it would be good fun to start seeing someone behind my back, unfortunately for him, and for me I suppose, that person was my immediate boss and she couldn't stop talking about her latest Toy Boy conquest. It didn't take me long to figure out that the new love in her life, Mark, was also the love of my life"

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that."

"It probably turned out for the best in the end anyway as Mark was talking about having children and settling down and to be honest that just isn't me at the moment."

She asked if she could remove her jacket as it was getting a little warm in the office.

Nigel stood from his chair and went round to the front of the desk

"Off course," he said and held out his hand to take it from her.

She stood and swiftly undid the remaining button and shed the jacket from her shoulders. He took it from her and hung it on the coat stand in the corner of the room.

As he returned to the other side of his desk he took a long look at her profile and was inwardly pleased to see that her chest was possibly around the 36D and her nipples were just about visible through the semi sheer fabric of her blouse.

She was definitely wearing a bra as he could make out a lacy border of material just where the top button of her blouse was fastened.

He asked her if she would like a cup of coffee or anything as he didn't really want the interview to end just yet and was starting to get into the role of being in control of this young ladies immediate destiny.

"Thank you, that would be nice, milk, no sugar please."

He picked up the phone and called Janice.

"Hi Janice could we have two coffees in the office please, one for me and one for Angela, Milk and no sugar. Thank you."

Whilst they were waiting Nigel asked Angela about her hobbies and interests outside work to which she gave stock answers, swimming, gym, socialising etc.

There was then a knock on the door and before Nigel could utter a word it flew open to reveal Janice with a small tray with two cups on it.

Her smile from earlier had disappeared and she walked sternly towards the desk. Nigel furrowed his brow at the change in her demeanour and wondered what had happened in the last 25 minutes to bring this change about.

"Here is your coffee Mr Parks and one for Angela!" The word Angela was said with such a barb that it would have caught a whale without to much problem and suddenly Nigel knew where the smile had gone. She felt threatened by this girl in his office, maybe even jealous, he inwardly smiled; he had a new card to play and added it to his memory for later use.

"Thank you Janice, that will be all for now," he said without any emotion which seemed to crush Janice even further and her self assured walk from earlier was replaced with a slightly dejected retreat back to the outer office. She closed the door quietly behind her.

It was at that point that Nigel decided that Angela would not be getting the job as his new secretary but wanted to make Janice squirm a little longer so picked up the conversation about the job again. "As well as this position we also have a secretarial post vacant in our sales department. If you weren't successful in this post would you consider taking on that one?

"Oh yes Mr Parks as long as the salary wasn't to far from what is on offer for this one, in fact I would probably take it if there were a vast difference, two months without working is making a large hole in my savings account!"

She shifted slightly in her chair and crossed her legs which gave Nigel a perfect tunnel view up inside her tight fitting skirt. Hold ups! Wow! He was starting to wonder why he had kept on Deb for so long!

She definitely noticed where his gaze was going but did nothing to try and change her position to hide his view, instead she just smiled at him and asked what his hobbies and interests outside his working life were.

"My kids take up a lot of my free time, my ex wife is gracious enough to allow me pretty much free access to them so most of my weekends are spent with one or other of them or both. The time that is left is mostly spent riding my bike at high speeds around various tracks up and down the country."

"I love bikes, big bikes that is. What bike do you ride Mr Parks?"

"Nigel please, I ride quite a few but my Fireblade is the favourite."

"You've lost me, a Fireblade?"

"Sorry it's a Honda, but we are getting sidetracked and our coffees are finished. Have you got any questions that you wish to ask about the job Angela?"

"Which one Nigel?"

Nigel let out a quiet laugh and said "Either?"

"No I don't think so but I just would like to let you know that I have found this place very welcoming and I believe that if I was offered a job here that I would be very happy and you certainly wouldn't be disappointed in what I could do for you."

The way she said "What I could do for you" made Nigel think that she was flirting with him but decided that it was probably nothing but wishful thinking.

At that point he decided to end the interview, he thanked Angela for coming and told her he would let her know the decision in the next 7 days he got up from his chair and collected her jacket for her. He held it out for her and as she stood in front of him he had a great view down her blouse and could clearly see the cream satin material of her bra straining to hold those wonderful looking breasts under control.

She turned to face him and offered her hand as she said goodbye. He in turn opened the door for her and showed her out into the outer office where Janice quickly rose from the desk and looked into his eyes in a sort of searching but pleading way.

"Could you show Miss Court the way out please, Janice, then come to my office."

He returned to his desk and a few minutes later Janice knocked on the door, again she didn't just enter and he had to ask her to come in before she ventured past the threshold.

She still looked rather sorry for herself but she held her head up and still looked sexy even without the pouting smile he had got used to over the last few days.

"Would you clear away these empty cups and then show the other applicant through please Janice."

"Certainly Mr Parks. Unfortunately the other applicant, Mrs Lombard, has phoned to say that she has already found another position and wont be attending the interview today"

"Oh, Ok then. Well clear these cups, make a couple of fresh ones and come back in for your own interview. Looks like we have some extra time to go over what's required of my new secretary so you'll obviously be in with a much better chance than anyone else wont you?" he said with a slight smile

Janice's face changed instantly, her lovely smile returned and her confident poise was once again in evidence.....She really does want to be working for me he thought, lets find out just how much!

About five minutes later Janice returned with two cups of coffee and some mail that had been delivered earlier.

She set my cup down on the desk and laid the envelopes in front of me on the blotter.

"Take a seat Janice and tell me why you want this job?"

She seemed a little taken aback by the question but started to give her answer. "Well I want this job because I know the work, I know the people and hopefully I know you. I obviously would like a better salary than the one I am on at the moment but don't want to leave a place that I enjoy working at to get it."

He spent a while looking at her as she spoke, she was nervous and her breath was a little ragged causing her chest to rise and fall quite rapidly. He could plainly see the black material of the bra she wore beneath her blouse and he wondered whether her knickers would match. He desperately wanted to find out but managed to restrain himself from vaulting the desk and pulling up her skirt to find out.

"Ok that sounds fair, so what could you bring to this job that maybe another applicant couldn't, what special skills do you have that maybe they wouldn't have?"

She seemed to think for a while. "I am literate on all your computer systems and know the products as well as most of the customers, I...."

He cut her off. "Janice I know all that, you have worked here a while and I have kept an eye on you as I do on all my employees. Tell me something about yourself that I don't know, something that will make you indispensable?"

She thought for a few moments and as she thought her face reddened as if she was becoming embarrassed by something she was thinking then she just blurted out.....

"I have the best collection of lingerie of any woman I know and I love to wear it for my own pleasure as well as the pleasure of a man, I love wearing short skirts and stockings, love doing lots of overtime and I am most definitely single!" Once she had managed to get that out her smile returned and her face returned to a more natural colour.

Nigel was struck dumb for a moment but rapidly regained his composure and took control of this interesting situation. He got up from his chair and started round to the front of the desk. "Show me?"

"Show you what?" she asked looking a little red faced again

"Show me that you have a great collection of lingerie."

"What, here....Now?"

"Yes right here, right now. You can leave without showing me of course but then you will then have to wait for 7 days until you get a letter telling you if you have the job or not."

He smiled at her and as she lifted her perfect behind from the chair she smiled back, her cheeky smile that pretty much said, "Ok you're on buster!"

She stood in front of him and he could again smell the subtle but intoxicating perfume she had taken to wearing around him. Her slim fingers reached up to the first button on her blouse but instead of undoing it she grasped the two sides of the blouse and pulled them roughly apart. Buttons flew off across the office floor and she stood before him showing off her beautiful half cup satin bra which made her breasts look enormous and very inviting.

He resisted the temptation to reach out for them and rested against the edge of the desk and drank in the view in front of him. Her smile was still there and if it were possible was cheekier than ever

"So far so good!" he said with a grin.

She eased the blouse of her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Reaching for the zip of her skirt she released it and slowly eased it over her hips until all resistance to gravity were gone and that too ended up in a pool at her feet.

He took a deep breath as he looked at the image of beauty in front of him, she wore a matching satin thong which was almost transparent at the front and did little to hide the inviting, shaven mound beneath. She also wore a satin waspie suspender belt which accentuated her waist and framed her pelvis perfectly. She was a picture of eroticism and he needed to feel her flesh next to his.

The effect she was having on her boss did not escape Janice who couldn't fail to notice the bulge that had been growing inside Nigel's trousers since she started her impromptu striptease.

"See something you like Sir?" she said.

"Yes I do young lady but I need to see more to be able to be sure!"

She started to reach behind her back to unclip her bra but he stopped her.

"I'll take over from here Janice, this is my show and I am in charge. Are we clear on that?"

"Yes Mr Parks, I think we are."

"Ok, lets get a few rules straight before we go any further, ok with you?"

Janice nodded her head with her lips slightly parted and ran her tongue over her lips as she did so.

"Firstly you have the job if you want it but there are conditions and I need to know you agree to them before we make your appointment formal"

"Ok"

"First rule is that you will always wear something sexy under whatever outer clothes that you wear to work, Stockings are obligatory as are suspenders, no hold ups and certainly no tights ever. If you break any of these rules a suitable punishment will be administered Ok?

"Yes Mr Parks."

"Second rule is that when we are alone together at work you will either call me Sir or Master, If we are amongst work colleagues or clients you will call me Mr Parks and if we are socialising or at my house alone or in company you will call me Nigel."

"Ok Mr Par.....Sir!"

"Good, you learn quickly," he said smiling openly

"The last rule is that you will allow me to make love to you whenever I want too wherever I want too and for as long as I want too."

"That rule I like the sound of Master."

"Good then Janice welcome to your new job."

She stood with a beaming smile and put her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips and let her hand stray to the bulge in his trousers. He kissed her back whilst letting his hand roam over her body in search of her perfect arse which he found and pulled towards him trapping her hand between them.

He turned her round so that she was against the large desk and lifted her up onto the edge and sat her down in front of him. His hands went to her shoulders and eased the straps from her bra and let them fall to her sides. She reached forward towards the prize behind his zip but he slapped the hand away.

"Who's in charge Janice?"

"You are Ni....Master!"

"That's right, hands by your side please."

She did as she was asked and he went back to her satin covered breasts. He eased down the cups to expose the beautiful flesh beneath and immediately put his mouth over her left nipple, and used his thumb and forefinger to roll the other quite harshly.

Janice moaned into his shoulder and shuddered at the sensations that were flowing through her body she pushed herself towards him to increase the force from his mouth, almost grinding her nipple onto his mouth.

His free hand travelled down to the valley between her legs and as he forced his way into her thong she parted her legs to allow him easier access to her already soaking pussy. His fingers found her clit which sent a shudder through her body and she thought that she had a mini orgasm.

As he felt her shudder he sucked harder on her nipple and roughly squeezed her other nipple. She lost control slightly at that point and again grabbed at his cock through his trousers. This time he did not slap her away but stood back a little to allow her to get her fingers on his fly.

She eased it down and reached inside and found his hard penis which felt hot to the touch, she managed to get it out from his boxers and pulled it into the open. He wasn't huge, 6 or 7" maybe but it was solid and hard as wood. Janice bent herself double and took the head of his tool into her mouth and sucked on it as hard as he had been sucking on her nipple.

It was now Nigel's turn to do some moaning as the feeling of her hot mouth engulfed his aching cock and turned his knees to jelly.

"Oh yeah suck my cock Janice, suck it hard! Let me feel that tongue on me."

He reached over her back and roughly pulled on her thong until the inevitable ripping of fabric occurred. He pulled the material out from between her legs and bought it to his nose to smell her aroma and then to his mouth to taste her juices. He threw what was left of her knickers over his desk onto his empty chair and pulled her head up from his groin and kissed her deeply.

He picked her up from the desk and turned her round, gently pushing her forwards until she was resting her elbows on his desk. She instinctively parted her legs slightly and waited for what was coming.

He reached around her front and grasped her nipple again, quite roughly and pulled on it hard. Janice yelped and he eased off a bit not wanting to hurt her.

"Don't stop, hold me tight and hurt my nipples, your making me cum."

No further encouragement was needed he worked her nipple hard her moans got louder and louder. His free hand worked its way between the cheeks of her round arse and found her wet pussy waiting and ready. He pushed two fingers into her which made her collapse face down onto the desk, pleading for his cock. "Fuck me, fuck me hard master!"

He withdrew his slickly coated fingers from her and positioned his throbbing cock at the entrance to her pussy and was about to push into her when she thrust backwards and encased his cock with her hot cunt. With one hand he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her further back onto him and the other hand, the fingers of which had been buried in her cunt, he forced into her mouth "Like the taste of your cum do you Janice?"

"Yes.....Sir, feed me my cum."

He reached down again and smothered his fingers with her hot sticky juices and again put them in her mouth, she suckled on them as he had suckled on her breasts and begged for more of her own juice.

All the time he was driving his cock into her and as he pulled out again he would pull on her hair roughly to drive himself back into her and at each thrust she would beg him to fuck her harder.

They were like animals, the sexual tension of the previous days had driven them to the edge and that tension was about to explode in massive orgasms for both of them.

Nigel withdrew his hard cock from her and picked her up of the desk. He swiftly turned her round and sat her back down and spread her legs as wide as they would go. He drove his rigid cock back into her almost lifting her of the desk and used a firm grasp on her breast to stop her falling backwards.

He knew he wasn't far from coming and wanted to come inside this newly found submissive he felt his ball tightening as the inevitable release stated and he exploded deep in her pussy

As she felt the first jet of burning cum hit the walls of her cunt she screamed out loud and reached forward and grasped hold of him around the neck. She pulled herself up of the desk so that he wholly supported her above the desk on his cock and by her stocking encased legs around his waist. She slid up and down his length milking every last drop of semen from his cock and kissing his neck hard.

She continued sliding her pussy up and down his length until she felt his cock starting to soften and at that point he placed her back down on the desk. She disentangled her legs from his waist and lay back on the desk totally spent and sweating from the exertion of the wonderful fuck she had just experienced.

Nigel slowly withdrew from her and gazed in wonder at the woman who lay across his desk. This he hoped would be the first of many great fucks in this office and over this desk.

He lent forward and kissed Janice on the forehead. "Are you ok?"

"Master I am more than ok, I feel wonderful. Thank you for this job, I will never let you down."

"I know you won't Janice, I know you won't." Hope you enjoyed this Free Sex Stories Article. Happy reading Free sex stories Fetish New Secretary and happy exciting.

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Free Sex Stories Today's is about Free sex stories Fetish Too predictable to be true, who would you like, because it is very sexy and exciting and all are free sex stories. Also you can find all of Sexy, adult, xxx and Erotic Story just for you. To begin with… it had been fine, sure drunken nights might tip over into flirtation but that was as far as it went, they both had boy/girlfriends and both had full time jobs. Then double whammy, he'd lost both in one week (he tried to see this as divine retribution for something but hadn't quite decided on what). Then she'd ended her relationship and suddenly the flirtatious evenings took on a different tempo, like that sudden up beat that happens in a good house hit, imperceptible but enough to let the drugs kick in.

Fuck, last night was a bit too close, etched in his minds eye, him sprawled on the floor, floored by some twisted skunk and her splayed on the sofa, her white panties, long legs and giggling jiggling breasts… Fuck! Unemployment makes idle work for hands and he knew where his hands would be wondering if he didn't find something to do. He could just make out her figure from their 14th floor window just leaving the building and heading for docklands light. Tea, make a cup of tea that will kill, well a few minutes, as usual though sod all cups, he knew where they would be, lost in the detritus of her room.

And there they were, half drunk, slowly solidifying and creating new lives on her window sill a row of assorted cups. His eyes scanned the room of scattered scripts, books, clothes, shoes before they fell on, last nights white panties, the ones he was sure she'd worn to bed. His heart began to beat faster, a nervous tightening in his chest, he stepped into her room and picked them up, letting his fingers trace a line over the still perceptibly damp crotch… he held them up to his face and took a deep perfumed breathe, heavy scent of her recently departed cunt, oily heavy vapours invaded his body, mind and triggered a sudden surge in his cock. His tongue edged along the seam of her lips a crusty line of her juices… now leaning heavily against the wall, he undid his pants, letting his heavy cock loll out and into his waiting palm, lost in a ecstasy of smells and taste he began to wank…

'So! This his what you do when I'm out, I can see I'm going to have to be more careful'

His head snapped back, he thrust the knickers behind his back, too late he already knew!

Before he could fathom any excuse she was upon him, tongue thrusting into his mouth hand grasping his cock the tip of moistness now being smeared along his shaft. She turned him toward the bed and pushed him onto it, pulled of her T-shirt, and pulled up her short skirt, she stood over him mounting the bed with feet either side of him, before lowering her crotch down onto his waiting face, revelling in his lapping, darting, probing tongue. He equally lost in her fresh, live pussie smells and textures. She slid back along his body easing aside her panties and sliding onto his waiting cock. Seemingly enthralled in the taste of herself in his mouth. Her hot wet lips swallowed him up and sucked in his entire length, till he felt his balls touching her arse. Now she slid at him bit his lip, now on her knees and in control she focused all their attentions and slowly, methodically and expertly fucking him senseless, when he tried to pull out she pushed back onto him, taking his hot spunk deep into her, before messily cumming once again and boy was she messy with it.

Almost without pausing breathe she stood up a smile wider than a mile on her face, she pulled back on her T-shirt, picked up a script and turned for the door…

"Just imagine how wet these knickers will be by the time I get home' she said and smiled and exited, stage right. Hope you enjoyed this Free Sex Stories Article. Happy reading Free sex stories Fetish Too predictable to be true and happy exciting.

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Free Sex Stories Today's is about Free sex stories Fetish The Collar Reprised, who would you like, because it is very sexy and exciting and all are free sex stories. Also you can find all of Sexy, adult, xxx and Erotic Story just for you. The front door closed behind me with a clunk. I was finally home from a hectic day at work. I called out a “Hello” to Lauren. “Hello” she called back, walking out of the bedroom into the hallway to greet me.

“Well,” I said as I looked at her. Lauren was wearing only a big red shirt, buttoned up. I looked at her legs protruding from underneath the shirt, following them down to her bare feet. “And what have you been up to on your day off?” I asked. Lauren laughed, but didn’t answer. She stepped aside as I walked into the bedroom, slipping my jacket off.

“What a crazy day!” I said as I hung my jacket up in the walk-in robe. When I turned around, Lauren was right behind me, holding her hands behind her back.

“Poor baby,” she said, and leaned in closer, kissing my neck at my open shirt collar. I smiled as I felt her warm lips on my skin and tried to slip my hands around Lauren’s waist, planning to feel for any signs of underwear beneath her shirt, but she pulled away from me with a little wiggle.

Lauren took her hands from behind her back and showed me the leash and collar. “Look what I’ve got,” she said with a hint of a smile.

“Hmmm… I see what you’ve got,” I said, feeling a sudden twinge of excitement as I remembered the last time we had played with the collar. But this was all wrong, wasn’t it? Can a sex toy ask to be used? Or should she wait, docile and pliant, to satisfy my demands? While I was wondering about these things, Lauren reached up and slipped the collar around my neck, fastening the buckle. My eyes widened slightly under my raised eyebrows.

“Ummm…” I started, but Lauren turned, holding the leash, and flicked up the hem of her dress, giving me a glimpse of her bare bottom before the shirt fluttered down again. Yanking on the leash, pulling at the collar around my neck, she laughed and said “Come with me, slave boy” and led me out of the bedroom into the lounge room, across the hallway.

I see. Lauren wanted to play, did she? Well, I could go along with this. I could pretend to be her slave. Then I would turn the tables on her and get my revenge. I was already picturing wrestling her down onto the floor onto her stomach and wrapping my leash around her throat while I took her from behind. Lauren pulled hard on my leash again, snapping me out of my daydreams. I rubbed the back of my neck where the collar had been digging into my skin. Huh… she could play rough if she wanted. I was much bigger than her – I could take whatever she dished out.

I stood in front of Lauren in the lounge room, waiting defiantly to see what she would do to me, as if I was daring her to try to be my mistress. Lauren held the handle in one hand and slid her other fist up the leash, until her hand reached my throat. Pulling downwards on the leash, she said “Down, boy,” and pulled me right down onto my knees. I looked up at Lauren, wanting to run my hands up her thighs as she stood in front of me, but the look on her face made me think better of it. She was still smiling, but there with a serious undertone to her voice now.

“Lie right down, big man,” she said, pushing down on my shoulders. I lay down on my back with Lauren standing next to me. I tried to look up between Lauren’s long shirt tails, eager to see her pussy, my pussy, but she stayed just far away enough to deny me the view. Deliberately, I would say. I smiled to myself again. Boy, was she in for some treatment later.

“How about a pillow?” I asked.

“Hmmm… hard floor, hard man…. No,” replied Lauren. I shrugged my eyebrows.

Lauren knelt at my feet and undid my shoelaces, pulling my shoes off my feet. Then she pulled my black socks off, holding them gingerly between her pinched fingers before tossing them aside. She moved to kneel by my side and said, “Let’s see what we have here,” as she unbuttoned my shirt, from the neck down. She pulled my shirt out of my trousers and spread it open it, revealing my torso. Lauren dragged her fingernails down my chest and over my stomach, muttering “mmmmm”. I lifted my head up off the floor, watching her place her hand over my crotch and giving my firming bundle a squeeze. Sexy woman… She undid my belt and opened the catch at the waist of my trousers and slowly pulled down the zip of my fly. Hooking her hands inside both my trousers and my underpants, she tugged my clothing down over my hips, yanking it down until it was bunched up around my ankles. I lay on the floor in front of Lauren, my shirt spread open, trousers around my feet and with my slowly lengthening cock resting at an angle across my stomach. I suddenly felt very exposed and vulnerable.

Lauren stood beside me, the leash hanging in a loop from her hand down to my collar. Balancing on one leg, she ran the ball of her foot over my stomach and nudged my cock with her big toe. “Mmmmm… big man,” she murmured to herself. Pivoting on one leg, she held her foot over my face and said, “Kiss me.” Keeping my hands at my sides, I held my tongue out and licked the sole of Lauren’s foot as it hovered above my mouth. Oh fuck, I was getting excited now – I could feel my cock twitching across my stomach as it filled and straightened. I tried to lick Lauren’s foot again – hungry to taste any part of her – but she took her foot away from my face, adding to my frustration.

I really needed Lauren. Right now. Anything… I flexed my cock, lifting it up from my stomach, straining… My body pleaded – Lauren…

Lauren stepped across me, dropping the leash beside my face, holding her shirt tucked between her legs with her hands, hiding her pussy from me. I wanted – needed – to see if she was wet and aroused. I wanted her to be aching for me, like I ached for her. But I was denied.

Lauren lowered herself and sat on my chest, hot and heavy on my body, pinning my arms to my sides with her thighs. It felt heavenly to feel her weight bearing down on me – to feel her heat on my skin. The warmth of her body made my heart beat furiously, trapped inside my chest between her legs. Even though Lauren said nothing, it looked like she was laughing at me as she started slowly unbuttoning her red shirt. I watched, mesmerised as her hanging breasts slowly came into view. Oh, female! I flexed my arms against Lauren’s thighs but they were held tight. Lauren’s shirt hung open, allowing my gaze to travel from her breasts, over her soft stomach and down to the little patch of hair. Lauren ran her fingertips lightly across the underside of her breasts.

“God Lauren,” I said. “You’re making me crazy…”

Lauren stared at me. “You keep your filthy tongue still in your mouth, bad boy,” she said, and stretched a length of leash taught between her two fists. She lowered the tight leash to my mouth and forced it between my lips, letting her fists rest on the ground on either side of my face. It dug into the corners of my mouth, hurting a little, but I could take it. I worked my tongue against the underside of the leash, wedged in my mouth like a horse’s bit. Lauren’s hair hung around her face like a cowl as she looked down at me and laughed. “Cat got your tongue, filthy man?”

Lauren lowered her breasts to my face as she sat on me, still holding the leash firmly in place. Slowly and deliberately, she dragged her nipple from left to right across the leather in my mouth and let out a little gasp. My tongue moved in my mouth – I wanted to pull her nipple between my lips, so badly – but all I could manage was an awkward swallow. I grunted against my restraint as Lauren let her swollen nipple glance across my lips. A moan fell from Lauren’s mouth like wax dripping from a burning candle as her nipple dragged across the leather again, slightly damp with my saliva. I rocked my hips up and down on the floor, aching to move inside her, trying to make my cock touch her ass which remained painfully out of reach.

Lauren wriggled forward on my chest, still holding the leash across my mouth, until her pubic mound pressed against my chin. She rocked her hips, gently pulsing her body against my jaw, and removed the leash from my mouth. I gasped and licked my lips, soothing them, just before Lauren lifted her hips and moved a little further forward. I inhaled the scent of female arousal in the brief moment before Lauren lowered her pussy down onto my face; her thighs spread wide apart, covering my mouth with her wet flesh. Lauren cried out and pressed herself down hard on my lips, smearing me with her juices. Oh bliss! At last I could feel her responding to my touch and revel in her wetness! I wrapped my lips around her swollen skin and drove my tongue up into her opening, tasting her tangy flavours and feeling the slipperiness of her insides against my tongue. Lauren roughly pulled a section of the leash under my head, behind my neck, and used it to pull my face up against her grinding pussy. I sucked her sodden lips into my mouth and stroked her with my probing tongue while she bucked her hips hard against my face, soaking my nose and chin. Lauren’s fists strained up at the leash pulling behind my head. A deep growl rose from inside her as she let her orgasm spill over and flow into my mouth, where I accepted her gratefully.

She yanked my head up with every spasm that wracked her body until she was spent. With a fierce look in her eyes, Lauren swivelled her hips and wiped her soaked pussy along the bridge of my nose and over my forehead like some kind of rutting bitch in heat. I was staggered – I had never seen this side of Lauren before, this feral, aggressive streak – and I was awestruck at the intimacy of her revealing this private part of her nature to me. At that moment, with her pussy’s juices all over my face, I felt a surge of love for her welling up inside.

Those feelings were soon replaced by a different sensation. Lauren had squirmed her way back down my body and was rubbing her pussy along the length of my cock as it lay on my stomach. She had a faraway look of pure need on her face. I could feel her wet lips dragging along my shaft and lifted my cock to try to enter her but before I could, Lauren reached down between her legs, raising my cock and lowering herself down onto it. We howled together as the heat of our intimate exchange blazed through our insides. I slid my hands up inside Lauren’s shirt and held her by the waist as she started to rise and fall on me.

Breathless, Lauren said “Don’t touch me, filthy male”, but made no effort to remove my hands. Lauren put the leash in her mouth, biting hard on it and pulling it taut from my collar up between her breasts as her back arched and her head flew back. I squeezed her waist tighter and pulled her down hard onto my cock, her pussy fluttering on me as she came again. With a growl of my own, I finally erupted inside her, filling the tiny cavity around the end of my cock with my creamy sperm. I lifted my hands to Lauren’s breasts, squeezing them both and pushing them upwards on her chest as she shuddered on me, milking me with her contractions.

Once I was empty, Lauren lifted herself from me, my hands slipping from her waist and dropping to my sides, my sticky cock sliding out of her and falling against my skin with a wet plop. She knelt over me on her hands and knees, one hand gently holding the leash close to my collar. “Good boy,” she whispered hoarsely.

I waited for my heart pounding in my chest to slow down before I spoke. “This collar…” I began.

Lauren cocked her head to one side, looking down at me, waiting for me to continue, but I couldn’t find the words.

“I’m hungry,” I said after a pause. “What’s for dinner?” I asked, taking my own life into my hands.

Lauren dropped her mouth to mine and kissed me lightly. Then she pulled up on the leash once more and said “You are.”

“Yes, Miss,” I groaned and closed my eyes. Hope you enjoyed this Free Sex Stories Article. Happy reading Free sex stories Fetish The Collar Reprised and happy exciting.

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Free Sex Stories Today's is about Free sex stories Fetish A Stocking Encounter, who would you like, because it is very sexy and exciting and all are free sex stories. Also you can find all of Sexy, adult, xxx and Erotic Story just for you. The man and woman sat at their table in the veranda of the hotel awaiting their food. Both eagerly excited to see what would be concocted from their initial orders from the menu. As she twirled her honey colored Pies porter in her fishbowl-sized glass, bored by her companion and the lack of their conversation, her eyes scanned the restaurant looking from one couple to the next searching for a true match made in heaven.

The 5-star Tuscan-based restaurant nestled itself quietly in the center of the hotel. Hundreds of rooms overlooked the broad style and finish of the highly eloquent eatery. Reservations were taken months in advance. He had made them several months back as a surprise for their 10th anniversary. Neither knew that the night would fizzle even before they set foot in this quaint hotspot. An argument had ensued in the car about how damn long it had taken her to get ready. He was such a tightass about being to the destination early. She disregarded his complaint and told him to loosen up. He had already hit the red zone for high blood pressure. Upon entering the hotel, he still relentlessly did not ease up. This made for an awkward dinner conversation.

Moving her head, peering at other couples as if she was a surveillance camera sweeping her head slowly back and forth from side to side, she saw no one worth giving her full attention to. Loosing concentration of her swirling motion of her glass, she got clumsy. Some of the sweet Pies porter shot out of the glass and dotted her large chest just below her aquamarine colored pearl necklace. She quickly turned her attention toward him to see his reaction. He was still pissed and unamused. He showed little tolerance for her and just sat there and let the sweet succulent drops slowly slide down between her breasts. She decided to see if he would trash his attitude from the car ride over and playfully follow the descending drops down into the canyon of desire. He did no such thing. He grabbed his cloth napkin from his lap and tossed it across the table toward her, motioning for her to mop herself up. Livid, she tilted her head back and guzzled the rest of her sweet tasting wine in one quick motioned fell swoop. Announcing, "I'm going to the effing bar to get something a bit more powerful". He waived her away without a hint of remorse. With his back to the bar sitting at the table, and her back to him as she approached the bartender, she figured it was time to break out the heavy alcohol to drown her sorrows quickly and effectively. Summoning to the bartender that she would like a doubleshot of Crown Royal and a Martini—stirred with 2 olives—she lopped her purse on the counter and stood there waiting for him to comply. Suddenly, she felt 2 very muscular hands place themselves on her hips and slowly side around to the front of her abdomen and gently make their way toward her C-cup breasts. She smiled and thought that it was about time that he came and apologized for treating her like shit on this very special night. A warm breath nuzzled up to her ear and bit at the lobe and whispered softly to her in a sensual way, "I can't believe how sexy you look and how stunning you smell right now. How is it that your husband isn't even the least bit attracted to you right now?"

She spun around on her right heel and faced him for the second time today. His sexy smile immediately melted her all over again. She had casually bumped into him earlier at the grocery store while purchasing some milk, lipstick, and a nice bottle of Aussie Merlot. He had nothing more than a pack of gum and a mega family size box of condoms. She snorted at the idea that he was arming himself with so many. She figured he would be sleeping with an entire WNBA women's basketball team tonight. His smile lightened up when he saw her eyes question the box of condoms. That smile instantaneously made her knees melt. That encounter at the store was the first time she had seen him in about 15 years. They had gone their separate ways out of high school and decided to see where life took them. Ironically, life had given them a chance encounter.



Now, staring into his hazel eyes with her own questioning deep blue eyes, she smiled and then spilled out, "What the eff are you doing here?" He retorted, "I'm checking you out. I just had to follow you because I couldn't get enough of your beauty earlier." Cracking another smile he confessed the truth. It turns out that his friend was getting married in one of the banquet rooms in this very same hotel. He was being bombarded by single women to dance and that just wasn't his thing. He needed some space and air and upon walking out of the banquet room saw the last 5 minutes of her interaction with her husband. He dually noted that it looked awfully unpleasant. He snuck a quick look at her again and remarked at how gorgeous she looked completely dressed up. It made her blush and he loved doing that to her. She also didn’t mind hearing sexy compliments about herself that she never heard anymore from her husband.



Looking her over he noticed her liquid satin sky blue colored Donna Karan sundress that was covering only one shoulder. The other shoulder was completely nude and showing off a fetching tan. The dress dipped halfway down her bust line showing off her well proportioned and natural C-cup breasts. Her hair pinned up and giving way to all the secret spots of her neckline. He commented on her aquamarine necklace and said that it added a touch of class to her naughty demeanor. “What do you mean?” she commented. “I knew the sexiness you portrayed in high school with the entire line of fancy underwear you wore on a daily basis. Did you forget we once dated? Naughtiness like that doesn’t fade with the person through the years, but rather it strengthens with age. I know what you’re donning under there”, he whispered discreetly. This caused her to crack a smile. Her heart picked up the pace as his eyes dropped southward to her long and toned tanned legs. He cracked a smile showing his white teeth and motioned without saying anything with his mouth, “Thigh-Highs”. She laughingly shook her head no and said, “In your dreams.” He whispered, “I’ll bet you your panties right here and now that you’re wearing nude thigh-highs and not hose.” She shook her head signifying “NO DEAL”. “What’s the matter”, he quietly whispered, “Are you afraid of loosing to an old boyfriend and having to dish your undies to the guy you still think about?” Stepping closer, he faintly whispered even quieter, “Seeing you today in the store reaffirmed my idea of why I never got married myself. I never gave up hope that one day we would meet up again and the sexual chemistry would ignite this burning feeling I’ve got growing down here.” He motioned effortlessly to his crotch. She so badly wanted to grace it with the tips of her fingers. Her tongue protruded from her mouth and lightly licked her bottom lip. The deliciously naughty thoughts that were being tossed around in her head created a spark of her own. She felt the moistness between her legs growing. She knew she had to stop this before it sent her over the edge and cause her knees to buckle. She stepped backward toward the bar as his hands graced her leg and began moving north to investigate if, in fact, his accusation of her stockings was in fact true. She casually batted his hand away and swung her hips and sidestepped her old acquaintance making her way back to the table empty-handed. The smile that was exploding from her mouth was larger than life. As she sat down at the table facing the bar, she dared not to look up at him again. Her pulse was beginning to level out. “Where the eff is your drink?” the prick-of-the-night beckoned. “I slammed it at the bar and decided to come back to apologize to you for being late tonight. I really don’t want to argue on our anniversary. Please forgive me!”



Her husband actually turned away her apology and began going off about her lack of decency and respect for others. His anger flared, obviously not willing to let her actions go. Not believing his temper or words being thrown out at her, she took the abuse and listened to what he had to dish at her. In the middle of his thought, he was interrupted by the ex-boyfriend. “Excuse me”, looking solely at her, “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I think we went to high school together.” Her concentration broken now, she couldn’t believe what her ex was doing. It took some major balls to do this—yet he was a master at it. “Yes”, she gracefully said, “I think I we did. You look awfully familiar.” Flashing his killer smile that melted her every time, he reintroduced himself to her. She couldn’t believe he was doing this. His confidence was so attractive and sexy. Turning to her dirt bag of a husband, he kindly introduced himself. The husband glared at him before taking notice of his 3-button navy Ralph Lauren suit. His mint lightning-patterned tie coordinated perfectly with it. He donned a slip-on Kenneth Cole midnight black square toed shoe. The husband recognized that this guy was suave and sophisticated. He felt a tinge of jealousy that Don Juan here had once dated his wife—that is, until he noticed his wedding ring. The husband had to clear the air, “So you’re married?” The intruder nodded and smiled again. She motioned for him to join her for a few moments to catch-up. The husband did not object. She knew damn well that the ring was a decoy to ease the husband’s mind and place him in a realm of comfort so he could feel better that this showboat was not bringing on competition. He slid into the chair next to the prick and began explaining that he was here for his friend’s wedding. She was diagonal from him and contorted her body to face him head-on. He also added that he would be a guest here tonight at the hotel because he did not know as to what time the wedding would be over, nor the condition he would be in to drive. Her ears and attention swiftly perked at the mention of that important fact. She smiled and he winked at her.



The next few minutes were a blur for him as he began telling the husband about how he and his ex-girlfriend were inseparable in high school. They did everything together. He even mentioned the prom. As he went into the funny story about their prom and how they both ended up getting kicked out of the dance for their lewd conduct of placing “I’m an Asshole” tags on the backs of the head and assistant principals, he felt something beginning to snake itself between his legs and lightly rub around feeling the dimensions of what he was hiding beneath his pants. It was her right nylon encased foot. Apparently, she had slipped off her cream Alfani four inch pump and was irresistibly teasing him beyond his wildest expectations. This lit him up and caused him to rise to the occasion instantaneously. She felt his enormous bulge balloon up and continued to work her magic with her feminine size seven foot. Her smiled never wavered. Since the linen from the tablecloth hung low over his crotch, the husband was never the wiser. A few times, the gentleman’s voice cracked while telling the husband one of his stories due to the ongoing pleasure he was receiving from his reintroduced friend from across the way. She would pretend to laugh at the right times, but secretly she really laughed at how he was handling himself. She knew she could keep this up all night. The question was, how long would he be rising to the challenge? She was so incredibly turned on with his debonair good looks and confidence that was radiating from where he was sitting, that she found herself being attracted to him all over again. She didn’t give a shit about her limp dick husband or his pussy attitude that he brought to the evening. Unknowingly, she began to grind between his legs harder and with more intensity. He looked as if he was going to explode. His face began to twist in an awkward way and he stopped mid sentence on one of his stories. The husband croaked, “Hey, are you okay. You look effing messed up.” The gentleman ignored his comment and waived him off as to say he was fine. He casually slid his left hand below the table and gently grasped her foot. She was smiling widely, clearly enjoying this. He figured he would repay her and begin massaging her nylon engulfed foot. He loved the feel of the material. It was so sensuous and silky to the touch. He deeply wanted to know her secret of whether she was still a thigh-high girl or not. His guess was that she still was.



He told the husband that he would finish this last funny story he had to tell about her cheerleading days. He promised to be quick. Glancing over in her direction quickly, he could tell she was enjoying every bit of what he was doing to her. The waves of pleasure were being received fully and with great enjoyment. The look on her face said it all. Her eyes closed, her lips pursed together and her breasts heaving with each heavy breath. He knew he had her. Suddenly, the husband exclaimed, “What the eff is the matter with you, honey? You look like your ready to climax or something.” Her foot immediately retreated to her side of the table back into her expensive shoe and her eyes busted open in shock. “What? What was that?” she said. “Ohh, oh no. I’m okay. I was just reminiscing of the old times.” The husband didn’t buy it. His suspicions rose. The handsome guy looked at her and asked if she would like to see some current pictures of his wife and kids he had in his wallet. Skeptically, she agreed. He stood up to take a seat next to her, but she suddenly remembered that he would still be erect and a dead give away to her husband. To deter her husband’s attention from any notice of what the handsome guy might have pointing in his pocket like a pencil, she purposefully reached out and bumped his glass of wine, knocking it over and onto her husband. He was less than thrilled by the chilled liquid cascading down the tablecloth and onto his pants. Instinctively, he pushed his chair back to avoid the wine and stood up. It was too late. He was doused with about 10 ounces of sweet liquid. The look he gave his wife could have killed her right then and there. Excusing himself, he made way for the restroom to clean himself up. He ordered her to get him another drink by the time he came back.



The handsome man sat calmly next to her and whispered, “You’re husband is a naïve and pompous effing prick.” She nodded back to him, “Yeah, what a way to spend my anniversary. I’m surely not giving him any satisfaction of any kind tonight.” Placing his hand gently on the bridge of her knee and slowly sliding it north under her light dress to investigate, he muttered, “He may not be getting any, but I’d sure like to rekindle some of this sexual tension between both of us. My God, did I tell you how incredible you look.” Looking deep into her large blue eyes, he whispered, “You’re more beautiful than ever.” His hand suddenly stopped at the top of her stocking on her thigh. It answered his prominent question posed earlier. He smiled and said, “I was right, you haven’t changed a bit. You’re lucky you didn’t bet me, because right now I’d be demanding my prize—your panties.” He continued to glance in the direction of the restrooms checking to make sure that the prick wasn’t going to steal any of these precious minutes with his rekindled sexpot. Snickering slightly, she bellowed, “Looks like you’re the naïve one, stud. You don’t remember anything about me from the past other than my love for thigh-highs, because…”, she leaned in close and nibbled on his earlobe and proclaimed, “when I get dressed up, I don’t prefer to wear any panties.” Melting lower into his seat, he closed his eyes and his lips pressed together and curved into an upward curved smile. With that, his manly bulge grew large again. She then placed her hand on it to further investigate it, while slightly stretching open her legs. He immediately took notice of this and walked his fingers further up her thigh to investigate. What he found was an eye-opening and energetic boost of desire for her. He could feel her honey pot drenched and emitting desirable signals to explore at will. The man’s fingers covered in her juices exuberated great warmth and moisture everywhere. He was loving every minute of it. He decided to take a chance and give her special spot a soft flick with his index finger. “Ohhhh…do it again”, she purred in his ear, responding with a handful of his pants in her grasp as she began to really clutch his manly loin and pump it this way and that. Instinctively, he did it again and got glorious reviews from her hand. He applied a little pressure to her nub and began rubbing it in a circular motion. All hell broke loose. Going stiff as a board with her legs, she clutched the table with one hand and squeezed his cock with her other hand so hard that he thought it felt like a vice grip. The blood and circulation flow was completely cut off. Add to that that she yelped out, “OHHHHHHH……HOLY SHIT!” All talking in the restaurant ceased instantly. People focused their eyes on the two of them. Immediately his hand pulled away from her sweet spot and went limp. He thought he hurt her and was deducing a way to help. “What did you stop for?” She bellowed, “That felt effing amazing. He hasn’t touched me like that in years. Do it again, please. I want it again, now.”



He was shocked that that was all it took for her. As couples around them turned their conversations back to one another he skillfully he made his way back to her sensitive area. His pinkie grazed her mound and he took note that she was donning a neatly trimmed one-inch wide landing strip. He loved art displayed in the most intimate areas. He snickered and using his ring finger applied a bit of pressure to her spot. She tensed up again and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure he was bringing to her. It was taking her breath away and bringing her back to the days when she had regular orgasms without having to think about them. He decided to find out if she would enjoy this experience if he would take it a step further. While his ring finger made circular motions, his index finger parted her lips and entered her ever so slowly. Her eyes cracked open as she turned her head toward him and gave him her approving nod that agreed with what she was doing. A few more seconds of this erotic play and it was over.



Just as the fun had begun, the dick of a husband was making his way back from the restroom. Though he was taking his time, his attention was focused on the hostess and her short black dress in which she was showing quite a bit more cleavage than she should of. The handsome man’s hand retreated from the comfort of her honey pot and slid its way back into his pocket fumbling aimlessly for something. She opened her eyes and noticed immediately why her tight and much needed orgasm would not happen now. Fire burned in her eyes as she glared at the prick checking out the other woman. Quickly she turned to her stallion and tried to tell him that she wanted to finish what had now started up between them again, but she stopped when she felt his hand re-enter under her dress again. He found her garter strap and gently slid something smooth and cool between it and her skin. All at once he removed his hand from the undercarriage of her dress, stood up, buttoned his coat to hide his erection, and placed his hand back into his pocket. Just then the husband made his last turn and advanced on the table. The handsome man thanked the husband for allowing him the opportunity to say hello to his ex-girlfriend. Turning to her, he winked and said his goodbye wishing her luck in the future. He strolled outside of the restaurant and disappeared past the bar. The husband sat down and asked what had happened while he was away. “We just caught up on some things”, she said with a slight smile. Her hand nonchalantly moved to her garter and felt the plastic credit card like shape tucked securely in there. She couldn’t believe he had given her his room key. It was a confident move on his part. The question was looming in the back of her mind as to whether she would like to pursue this avenue tonight. She knew she wanted to, however, could she bring herself to morally do it?



Dinner for her was a disaster in every way. The food turned out to be atrocious, the conversation nonexistent, and the atmosphere too quiet and uncomfortable. The straw that broke the camel’s back came when the husband announced that they had better get going so they could make it home in time to catch SportsCenter, and then he had plans on trying out a new sexual move on his trophy wife that he heard from one of his golfing buddies. She had enough! With that she stood up and barked loudly so that the entire restaurant could hear, “Eff you asshole. I’m not some mail order bride that came to you years ago so you could order me around and treat like shit. I’m your wife and this was supposed to be our anniversary dinner that celebrated our wonderful years of marriage. Obviously you don’t respect me enough anymore to treat me as such. Have fun jerking yourself off to SportsCenter! I’m going to spend the night at a friend’s house, dickhead!” And with that she stormed away from the table and exited the restaurant looking for the restroom. A few of the busboys chortled, while the rest of the restaurant cliental and wait staff clapped wildly for her outburst, including the scandally dressed hostess. The dickhead husband received verbal booing and dirty looks from people closely seated in proximity to him. After cleaning herself up from the few tears that happened to fall, and getting her blood pressure back under control, she pulled out the room key card from her garter and decided that there was nothing stopping her now. She wanted and needed someone to treat her the way she ought to be treated. She had needs and was damn well going to make sure they would be met tonight.



As the elevator came to a stop on the fifteenth floor, she took a deep breath, stepped off and turned right toward room fifteen oh seven. It was about fifty feet down the hall on the right hand side. She stopped at the door and nervously thought whether she should be doing this. It was all or nothing. She stuck the card in the key strip and waited for the light to flash green before proceeding into the room. The first thing she noticed was the lush scent of roses protruding from somewhere in the room. Secondly, she noticed that the room was quite chilly. It gave her goosebumps and sent her nipples into an erect state. The last thing she observed was the layout of the room. This room was obviously a suite, because she was standing in the living area taking in the sights of the mini bar, 52 inch plasma television affixed to the wall, the recliner and extra long sofa bed. Somewhere down the hall must be the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she again felt nervous about the idea of doing this. As she made her way down the short hallway, her nervousness transferred to a faint wave of anxiousness. The door to the bedroom was partially cracked, showing a faint amount of light in the room. As she pushed it inward, she noticed the soft white sheets on the king-size bed, to the left side of the room, were neatly turned down for the night. Past the bed was a small coffee table and two chairs. Directly facing the bed was another plasma television—though this one was significantly smaller. Next to the television was a closed door which she figured was the bathroom. Before she knew what was happening, she felt someone pop out from behind the bedroom door and grab her gently from behind. It was him and his body was on top of her in an instant. He was naked except for his Ralph Lauren suit pants being on. She instantly picked up the Davidoff Cool Water cologne scent that had been sprayed onto his face and chest. The sensual scent placed her engines into overdrive. From behind her, his hands reached around her front and began fondling her already erect nipples. His mouth was caressing her neck with heavy kisses. He whispered, “I’m so happy you decided to come tonight to this room. We’re both going to remember this forever.” All her fears and anxiety melted away. She marveled in the moment. His left hand slid away from her breast and inched itself down her stomach and toward her crotch. Instinctively, she reached around behind her and felt for the loin that she so desperately craved before. Enjoying his kisses on her neck, and now his sucking of her earlobe, she fumbled with his zipper of his pants and cascaded it southward. Her hand snaking into the hole and found what she wanted more than anything right now. She pulled him out and began to slowly jerk him off. Her breathing was heavy and concentrated. She took notice that he was also not wearing any underwear. The smile on her lips formed. He hadn’t changed from high school either.



His right hand moved up to her mouth and he inserted his index finger into it for her to suckle. She had no problem with it, nor did she object to his left hand unfastening her dress at the shoulder and unzipping it before letting it slide to the floor. Aside from her 4-inch heels, nude stockings, emerald green garter belt, and her aquamarine pearl necklace, she was nude. His right finger that was spending time in her mouth now trailed down between her legs to perform its magic. His other hand was stroking her left stocking leg. He couldn’t have been more turned on at this moment. As she spread her legs slightly and allowed him access to her goodies, he took full advantage to delve into her wetness that she had. Excitedly, she stroked him harder. A full set of moans exited her lips and made him know that she liked his exploration process. His left hand retreated from her stocking and joined his right hand in parting her lips wide. He slowly made circular motions on her love nub again. The coldness on her skin from the room was now transferring into waves of heated passion. She was getting worked up in every sense and enjoying it tremendously. He was good with his hands, but better with his fingers. He knew what he was doing and his experience made all the world of difference. As she began to get that jittery feeling between her legs that told her that a climax was not far behind, he stopped cold. He bent her over doggiestyle while she was still standing so she was looking up between her own legs at how enormous he was. With a quick unbuttoning of his pants, they slid to the floor effortlessly. She could see he was shaved clean all around, except for a small patch at the base of his shaft. In his hand she could see one of the many condoms that he had purchased earlier that day from the corner store. She was excited to see how he would begin this act of sex.

He slowly edged the tip of himself toward the moistness that was raining down from between her legs. He teased her first by sliding the entire length of himself past her honey hole toward her nub—slightly grazing both. Feeling this anticipating motion made her quiver and shudder with pleasure. A few more times he repeated this action just to tease her and lube himself up with her wetness. She had enough, and moaned, “God, please stick it in me! I want it so badly.” Her command gave him the okay to proceed. The tip of the condom slowly came in contact with her dripping lips. As it carefully pushed itself past the threshold of innocence, and into adultery, she felt his gaping girth part her tight entryway and deliver a satisfaction that was unlike anything she experienced in the past 10 years. Joyful moans came instantaneously as she relished with pleasure. His length kept pushing into her wetness deeper and deeper. She couldn’t believe how well-in-doubt he was. She was loving every inch of him. It felt so good to be filled up like this again. As he fully entered her, he stopped for a second to give her a chance to accept everything that was there. “Oh my God. Ohhhh…now I want you to sex it up and show me how it works”, she grunted. Like a flame that ignites a cigarette on a cold night, he suddenly came alive and found a contrite rhythm that showed her waves of pleasure. His patterned movements had her moaning loudly as she was bent over. He was working his manhood like a handheld saw determined excavate a tree limb. In and out he rocked, on the balls of his feet. She was thoroughly enjoying what he was giving her. “Harder…c’mon, give it to me harder…oh yes, deeper…oh my God, yes!” she would bellow. Responding to her every whim he pleased her accordingly. His hands pawing at her ass for leverage and grip, as she continued to urge him on. As she began to get close, she reached underneath him and grasped his balls in her left hand and fondled them. In return he licked his thumb getting it wet and slowly inserted it into her anus. “Ooooooo…yes, you certainly like to play dirty there stallion,” she cooed. Her breathing quickened and her moaning changed into a screaming as she reached the beginning of her long orgasm. The feeling of her fingers massaging his balls felt great to him, but it was nothing compared to her screams of pleasure. He couldn’t believe how loud she had gotten. “Oh my God…yes, yes, yes…oh yes…oh it feels incredible. Yessssssssss…oh yes. Harder! Give it to me…oh yessssss! Ohhhhhhhh yesssssssss! Don’t stop. Oh my God, you’re terrific! Yesssss!” was all she said. It was certainly enough for him. Hearing a woman become that vocal and express her feelings aloud was exactly what sent him over the edge. He tore off the rubber and moaned loudly himself, “Ohhhh my God…ohhh here it comes…ohhhhhhhhhhh.” He emptied his milky contents all over her back and ass cheeks. He was completely besides himself with glorious pleasure. He remembered back to the days of their sexscapades and didn’t recall her ever being this vocal. As he watched his semen trickle down the backs of her nylons, he was filled with a satisfaction that he had not felt in a long time. She stood up and faced him, kissing him deeply with her tongue. “God, I haven’t been bent over like that and in such a long time”, she said slyly to him. “Neither have I”, he joked, slapping her ass causing the semen to spray in different directions. They both made their way over to the bed and collapsed in it. She kicked off her shoes before getting under the sheets.

They embraced, intertwined in a couple’s manner, kissing and enjoying each others’ company. They both realized how badly they missed each other. While she had just committed adultery, she was glad it was with someone she knew and cared about from her past. She needed to be sexed a little, and he definitely did it well. She was hoping that that wasn’t the extent of what he had. After a bit more fondling, kissing, and talking they fell asleep in each others arms. Just after 1am, he woke to find that she had stolen the covers from him. He admired the beauty that was lying next to him and lifted up the sheet to see her lingerie she still wore. He quickly became aroused again.

While she slept on her back, he slid under the covers and slowly made his way south—so as not to disturb her from her slumber. Once he got to her nipple on her left breast, he caressed and serenaded it with his tongue. She would later tell him that his tongue never felt so good. She compared it to a light sandpaper texture—not to rough, but not to subtle. As he kissed and licked his way down, she never stirred from her sleep. He kissed her and passionately stroked her inner thigh until she moved and tried to roll over. He held her lightly and prevented this from happening. She awoke very gracefully and took notice of where he was. Smiling, she said, “I was hoping you weren’t done with me yet!” In between licks, he managed to get out, “No, I was just getting warmed up.” His sandpaper-like tongue flicked its way down to her sweet spot. As he focused himself on that one special area, his middle finger slowly made its way inside her and began rocking back and forth. She tilted her head back into the pillow and closed her eyes. Moments later she was moaning and panting like a dog to catch her breath. His tongue gently made its rounds to her outer lips and even into her aroused hole. While it felt good for her, it gave her a chance to catch her breath. Instantly, he found her most sensitive spot again and flicked it a couple of times. “Ahhhh…Ooooo…Ahhhhhh!” she purred—“You’re such a tease. Don’t leave me in suspense!” He didn’t like taking commands from anyone, but knew he wanted to fully please her again in a way that would get her screaming again in utter and divine pleasure. As his mouth and tongue went to work again, he incorporated another finger into her gaping hole—rocking it back and forth. Her moans of enjoyment turned into lasting waves of light squeals, before transferring into screams of ecstasy. He managed to get in three fingers before she burst into a sea of panting and vocal domination. He was so incredibly aroused that without thinking of it, he plunged himself into her—forgetting about a condom. She was unaware of what he did as she receptively begged him to pound her harder. He had no problem complying with her waking demand. She was screaming at the top of her lungs again with sheer pleasure. As her lasting orgasm subsided, he took another gamble with her and grabbed her hand.



As he guided her hand down to her wetness, he beckoned her to masturbate while he had his way with her. He wanted nothing more than to see her get off for him as he pounded her furiously. She happily complied and took charge of entertaining herself between her legs. With her nylon-laced legs spread on both sides of him, the view of himself entering and exiting her, the sight of her C-cup breasts bounding wildly in all directions, and her mouth cascading open to breathe through, he felt his blood beginning to boil and that tightness creeping in his balls. He suddenly took notice of the fact that he was “unprotected” and didn’t know what her birth control method of choice was. With a scary feeling in mind, he flung himself out of her and immediately killed his near explosion of semen. As he balanced himself in front of her, she picked her head up to see what had happened. She noticed immediately that he wasn’t strapped with anything. Her eyes burst open in fear, “You didn’t do it yet did you? It’s been so long since my husband and I had sex that I went off the pill about a year and a half ago.” He shook his head from side to side in relief. She too spilled her sense of relief with a “whew”. He located the family pack of condoms in the nightstand next to the complimentary Bible given to the hotel by the Mormons. She had to laugh at the size of this box. Forty-eight rubbers sat awaiting their chance to help this guy enjoy himself. “Here, let me help you with that,” she politely said to him. She took it and placed it in her mouth and lowered her head onto his erect head and shaft. Slowly and carefully she applied it to him using only the talents of her mouth and tongue. He was again fully aroused by something else he discovered she could do. “An old trick I learned in college with some of my sorority sisters at this Halloween Party”, she winked at him. He was amazed not only by that, but of her talents to perform fellatio on him. She was the best he had ever had! She worked her mouth and hands in succinct motions—and on occasion, she went for it all and deep-throated him. He couldn’t believe the satisfaction he was receiving from her methods. All this, and he was still sportin’ the condom. As he came close again, he pulled out of her mouth and showed her he was ready with a wink and his killer smile. She understood and assumed the position of doggiestyle. He knelt behind her guided her back into him. Both of his hands were clasped to her nylons again feeling the silky material. He loved the sensation! What he didn’t know was that she eased herself back onto him and grunted with a different sense of pleasure. She exclaimed, “Oh my God…you want to give this a whirl now. Okay…I haven’t done this in a while, but let’s go with it.” His gaze left her sexy legs and noticed he was plunging deep into her, but this was a tighter and different feeling. This was anal. His eyes shot open hugely. The feeling was intense. It was tighter than he thought it would ever be. His smile lit up and he slammed into her harder and harder. She became more and more into it and enjoyed the newfound satisfaction that it provided for her. The head of his cock was massaging her G-spot in a stimulating way. As she relished the feeling, her left hand extended between her legs and began massaging his balls again. This time he was the one that was letting out the groans of pleasure and enjoyment. Never had he felt something so tight and satisfying. Her hand slid closer toward her as she found her sweet spot again and massaged it to the sounds of his moans. With feelings of immense happiness and pleasure, her blood began to explode again emitting shrieks of pleasure. She masturbated quicker and got off to the sound of the clapping of both their bodies slapping against each other. It was so damn erotic. The feeling of her hand alone sent her right over the edge again. “Holy shit…Oooooooo…Yessss!...Ohhhhhh…here it comes…Ohhhh, yes. This feels so effing great. Oooooooooooooooo, OH MY GOD! YESSSSSSSSS!!!!! Ohhhhhhh…” As she bit her lip during the conclusion of her immense orgasm, she felt it continue in a new and different way. Her G-spot was so stimulated, that she was gonna pop again. A better wave of excitement came over her as she collapsed facedown into her pillow to drown out the vulgarities that escaped her mouth during this orgasm. She was shooting straight for heaven on a miracle rocket that was in the shape of his cock.



When he could stand the feeling of coming and going from her anus no more, he pulled out and tore the condom from his bulging manhood. She instantly knew he was about to spew, and turned over on her back. He closed his eyes and shot a bigger and a more hearty load all over her stockings. The grunting and groaning that escaped his lips showed her that it had been worth the call to try out anal lovin’ with him.



As sweat trickled down his face and he ultimately collapsed next to her in bed, she smiled at him and began biting his ear and licking his lobe. She kissed him on his chest and nuzzled him again down there to tease him. “So how many more of those condoms would you like to use on me tonight, darling”, she whispered. He smiled daringly, “It all depends on what type of sex you’re up for. How about we order some room service first to replace the energy that was spent here tonight? Besides”, he coyly remarked, “you’re going to need to wash your stockings off and let them dry before our next round. At least that’s the way I see it, babe!” She smiled and French kissed him deeply.



As they made their way to the shower, they got lost in themselves again and delayed their food request to room service. When they were done, he treated her to breakfast down at the five-star restaurant, at the same table, in the same seat she sat in the prior night. He took the seat next to her so he could playfully find ways to tease her again in front of a whole new audience of breakfast-goers—and she loved it! Hope you enjoyed this Free Sex Stories Article. Happy reading Free sex stories Fetish A Stocking Encounter and happy exciting.

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