Pleasure beyond Belief

The Tongue Licked
Then also Licked
Taste, so Fine
Better than Wine
Fragrance never Forgotten
PLEASE be Wanton
Kisses all Round
Lightly Touch Mound
Drip of Nectar
Juice makes Beggar
Moment, took Forever
Mouth contacted Flower
Pleasure beyond Belief
Sensation, Ecstatic Relief

She Grabbed & Pulled. Then I Fucked.

There were sounds of a couple having sex, and the unmistakable moan of my sister in law. She muttered "fuck, that's hot". I peeked around the corner and she was laying on the bed, naked, fingering herself while watching a porn video on her phone. It was too much form me. I couldn't take it anymore and fished out my cock and started stroking, watching her. 

I thought I was doing a pretty job of being quiet, but at one point I moaned without meaning to. I stopped and she moaned from behind the door, apparently oblivious. I kept tugging on my cock and while I was positioning myself to get a better view, my hand hit the door. I ducked back behind the door and froze, my heart pounding in my chest. The sounds from the room continued. 

After a few moments I regained my courage and peeked back around the door. I was face to face with my sister and law, who was standing there naked. She simply smiled and grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room, closing the door behind us. 

My hard cock was still hanging free and her eyes dropped down to meet it. "It seems like you like what you see." I confirmed that I did. She told me that if I wanted to watch, all I had to do was ask. "But, now that you're here, let me help you with that..."

She dropped to her knees and took my cock deep into her throat. She sucked me and swallowed my cock in a way that could only be described as amazing. I warned her I was about to cum and she picked up the pace. I grabbed the back of her head and forced my cock down her throat as I erupted my balls down her throat. Like a good girl, she moaned, swallowed it all, and then licked her lips. 

She stood up and kissed me full on the lips while my hands explored her nubile body. I grabbed her ass and lifted her up and carried her to the bed. I tossed her onto her back and crawled between her delicious thighs and buried my face in her pussy. In short order she was moaning and writhing on the bed. I was worried she might wake the whole neighborhood, but I also didn't care. My sole thought at the moment was to give her pleasure. She grabbed my head and shuddered as she cried out "Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" as she came all over my face. 

She smiled up at me and said thank you. Then she noticed my still-hard cock. She turned around and got on all fours and wiggled her ass at me. I didn't need a second invitation. I knelt behind her and rammed my cock into her pussy up to the hilt. I fucked her hard and deep with long, slow strokes. She was crying out with pleasure. I pushed her flat on her stomach and continued fucking her from behind. She screamed and moaned into the pillow. She turned her head and yelled at me to empty my balls into her twat, I happily obliged. 

I laid on her back for a few minutes as we both caught our breath, then I pulled out of her and laid beside her, my cock still half-hard. She rolled over and took my cock into her mouth again. Between licks and sucks she told me that she was cleaning me off. Then she let out an evil chuckle. I asked her what was so funny and she said that next time we should include her sister...

Stranger banged me so so Hard

I was horrified, not because of the fact that a stranger's cock is slowly fucking me, but because he's moving so slow. I want more! Please! Please fuck me faster. I want you to fuck my pussy hard. I want to say so badly but there's still this small part in my head that says this is all wrong. That I shouldn't be getting wet from this and that I shouldn't want more. But then he starts to pick up the pace and his cock head roughly slams into my pussy and "Fuck!" I cry out in surprise from the pleasure. 

I see him watching me and he smirks when my self-control slips and my face contorts into pleasure. Oh my god! I shake my head to try and get myself back together but he's watching me closely. He takes his left hand from holding my things open and starts massaging my left tit. I groan. At this point I know just from the fact that I keep my thighs open even when he's not forcing them open anymore that this is a battle I'd gladly lose. 

Then he starts rolling and pinching my nipples hard and I arch my back. "Oh fucckk!" His twisting and pinching of my sensitive nipples hurt so good! Then he suddenly bends and takes my right nipple in his hot mouth- biting and sucking it. "Yyeeesssss!" I start rocking my hips to feel more of his hard cock inside my pussy. I want to be fucked so bad. I feel like such a slut I just can't control myself anymore. Everything feels so good- my pussy, my tits. 

But he doesn't relent and stays at that excruciating speed where I'm just at the edge of cumming. I can't hold myself back anymore and I whimper "Please! Oh my god, please I'm begging you." He doesn't say anything but his eyes full of carnal lust narrow and his lips are turned up slightly at the edges as if winning a victory and he wants to bask in it for a little while longer. But I just can't wait for that little while, I want to be fucked hard now! 

I push myself up with my elbows. He doesn't even show a hint of surprise but he does look mildly amused. His eyes stay on me as I force him on his back and I roll on top of him while keeping his hard cock inside my dripping wet pussy. My legs are at the sides of his hips and I position my hands on his broad chest then I start moving. Up, down, up, down on his steel-like cock. "Mmmm, oh yyeeessssss" I sigh in pleasure and my thighs burn but my mind is only focused on my goal to cum. I can feel his hands on my hips and my tits bouncing roughly as I quickly ride his cock but this just turns me on even more. The whole bed is shaking and I wonder briefly if anyone outside the room can hear my slutty moans and heavy breathing and the slapping sound my things make when it hits his hips as I suddenly drop down on his cock. But fuck that, I'm so close to cumming . 

"Oh god! Your cock feels so fucking good!" 

"Nngghhhh, I'm so close. Oh my god! I'm gonna cum!" 

I'm surprised when he suddenly pulls my chest to his and my tits are squashed between our bodies. And then he really starts moving. He's pumping his cock inside my pussy so hard and fast that my eyes are bugging out of their sockets and my mouth is open in a silent gasp. This all happened in a split second and the next thing I know I'm screaming in ecstasy, throwing my head back and clutching the headboard for my dear life. 

"Oh god! Oh yes! Fuck me, fuck my pussy!" 

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum! Ffuuuccckkkkkk!" And fuck do I cum so hard that my eyes roll back and I'm twitching - convulsing even from the pleasure. While I'm cumming, he doesn't stop or even slow down his assault on my twitching pussy so the pleasure is drawn out even longer. But even after my episode, he's still vigorously pumping his cock and fucking my now super sensitive pussy and I'm surprised to realize that I feel another orgasm quickly building up. 

He gives me a reprieve when he takes his cock out and quickly flips us with me on my back. My eyes are so wide. His cock is HUGE! It's easily as thick as my wrist and probably about 9" in length. How I have not even noticed this before, I have no idea. 

All thoughts are erased though when he aligns the head to my asshole. And before I could even react he pushes it in and all I can do now is try to relax so that the pain doesn't hurt as much. Once he notices I've relaxed more, he starts pushing his cock inch by inch. I'm so grateful that my slopping wet pussy juice has dripped to my asshole and helped lubricate his intrusion. 

Finally, his cock is all the way in deep inside my ass and his balls are on my ass. It feels so strange and full but I'm surprised to find that it doesn't hurt as much anymore. He pulls out until only the head is inside and slams back in balls deep. I gasp. I don't know if it feels good or not. He repeats the process but this time he gains speed and I can hear his balls slap my ass every time he roughly slams his cock in my ass. 

After the initial horror of having a huge cock forced in my ass, I find that the idea and the taboo has made me so turned on and I can feel my pussy dripping juice all over his huge cock. Oh no! it's starting to feel so good. I can't believe I'm liking being raped in the ass by a huge fat cock! 

By now, all my juice has lubricated his cock and has made his cock slide more easily. He's started to gain speed and is now roughly slamming his cock in my asshole. From his groans and heavy breathing and fast fucking, I've realized that I'm not the only one enjoying anal sex and I can tell he's close to cumming. 

"Oh yes. Fuck my ass. Fuck it real good." 

"Oh my god, I can't believe I'm getting fucked in the ass." 

At this point he starts thrusting impossibly faster nearing his orgasm. I suddenly feel three fingers inserted into my pussy while rubbing and Oh my god! Having his fingers fuck my pussy while his huge cock is fucking my ass balls deep feels so fucking good. Why have I only done this now? 

"Fucccckkkkk! So good, oh my god it feels so good!" 

"Don't stop! Yes, fuck my holes! Make me your fuck slut!" 

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Your fat cock is gonna make me cum!" 

And I cum again hard for the second time during my force fuck and I absolutely love it. During my mid-orgasm, his rough fucking suddenly halts and I feel the pressure of his cock on my lips and I gladly take him into my mouth. Not even a second later he spurts out hot white cum onto my lips and tongue.

The lovely Miss Esperanza

The new school and new neighborhood had really stressed me out. My grades were dropping, and I was very lonely. That was until, I discovered that my neighbor was the kind, innocent, naive and fucking hot Ella Esperanza. I was half convinced she dropped straight from the Lord's semen.

It turned out, that Ella, who was a few years older than me, held a Doctorate in Mathematics, and cheerfully offered to help me with my Maths homework. I gained a really good friend in the process. It hurt me badly, when we hung out, and she shared with me how she had very little real friends, as people always thought she used her body to get things done her way. I hugged her, trying hard to ignore the fact that her ample bosom was pressing hard into my ribs.

A few weeks later, me and Ella, or Miss Esperanza as she was my tutor, became really thick friends. One particularly hot Sunday, I went to her place. She told me to wait in the living room, whilst shouting at someone on the phone. Turns out the laundry man had forgotten to drop off her pile, and she had no clean clothes to put on. 

"Miss Esperanza. I'm sorry. Maybe I should come later? It's just that this test I have tomorrow is really important." 

Little did I know the effect the words would have.

"You have a test tomorrow?! God, my naked body isn't more important than your test! You're an adult, so I hope you won't be startled", she said in a very matter-of-factual tone, as she stepped out in a sheer little nightgown sort of dress, that flashed her heavenly breasts. I tried very hard, but couldn't prevent my cock shooting skyward.

I apologized for the behavior of my penis, but she smiled so sweetly, placing a finger on my package and said, "It's alright. Let's get to our studies.". She was teaching integral calculus, but all I could think of was integrating my dick within those tits. 

With no idea what got in to me, I said, "Ella. Miss Esperanza, I'm sorry", and dropped my shorts and slapped them against her buttony nipples.
 (Author : Gemma Atkinson)

I love you Mom

I thought he was my husband's colleague, and was pleasantly surprised to learn that he was my husband's son, Ethan. He was so macho, handsome, and had a mischievous look on his face.

I'd never had a son of my own, and I was willing to except Ethan as my own. His father told me, Ethan's mom died when he was an infant, and grew up motherless. Soon, I got acquainted with Ethan, and showered him with all the love and affection a mother would, all the while trying very hard not to develop sexual feelings for him. While I could control my hands, the strong smelling juices of my pussy may have given me away.

One day, I came home, and Ethan hugged me welcome.Unfortunately, that was the day I chose to wear a frilly Ruffled top with no bra. The hug lasted longer than usual, and I felt something hard poke against my lower stomach.This was wrong. I looked into Ethan's eyes, and I saw love. A transcendental love that a man can only have for his mother, but also a streak of lust. Before I knew it, I was smooching Ethan, licking his earlobe. Very promptly, he ran his hands up my voluptuous thighs and round, firm buttocks, moaning "Mom....Mom...". I jutted my chest, pressing my tits against his Greek torso. I felt a strong hand grope my breasts so hard, I could feel the blood flow stop and restart. My nipples, were aching to reach out to Ethan, so erect. God, he was so strong, my tits wanted more. "I love you Ethan", I whispered, as I unbuttoned my top sensually.

"I love you Mom", he replied, with a tear in his eye, as he reached out a finger to twirl my brown nipple. Ethan, is the best son ever.

(Author : Gemma Atkinson)

Pure Lust

You feel the warmth of my body against yours,
I try to pull away, but your hold on me sure,
My body goes limp as my eyes close.

My breathing increases, my heart begins to pound,
You kiss my breast, then lay me down.

  You caress my body with an evil smile,
proud of the conquer you've wanted for awhile.

You tie my wrist and blindfold my eyes,
Now you know I'm yours for the taking.

Your tongue and lips explore my body,
Causing it to heave, now you know I'm ready.

You lay on top of me and kiss my neck,
then slid down between my thighs,
exploring the treasure you've claim as your prize.

My pulse increases and my body starts to move,
I scream in ecstasy, as you begin to slide,
Up my body to spread my legs wide.

Then you thrust yourself into me,
Over and over, harder and harder
my screams increase,and entice you farther.

The pressure is building, it's beyond control,
You explode inside me, with a final thrust,
The moment is over, It's all pure lust.

Abuse my Filthy Holes

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Fucking the Boss : Best Job in the World!

I worked at a posh office on the 58th floor of the Sears Tower. I grew up a Chicago girl and would never call it Willis Tower. If they ever try to rename Wrigley Field I think there might be an uprising.

My job didn't really meet my needs as far as challenges went. I was a glorified secretary. That English major did little good in finding a job with a living wage. I thought I'd write Catcher in the Rye from a female's point of view. Yeah, I needed to get on that.

Although the actual work was boring, filing, answering calls, typing letters, there was a very large part of my job that involved something that made me excited to come to work everyday with a skip in my step.

I was fucking my married boss.

He was gorgeous. Tall, with large, strong hands, hazel eyes, and chiseled features and a huge cock. The truth is, I was in love with him, but I knew he wasn't in love with me, but instead with her. It hurt, and I hated the weekends, but I absolutely loved Monday through Friday.

Yeah, you could say I'm a whore, getting paid to fuck my boss. Well, that's not how it started and I don't believe he's a philanderer. One night, on the second Wednesday I had worked there, I was packing up my bag to leave. I usually stayed later on Wednesdays because I took a yoga class out on the lake that didn't start until 7:30, so I just hung around until then. I noticed my boss's light was still on, which was strange. He was always out by 6:00, having a wife and 4 little children to go home to. Maybe he was trying to meet some deadline, so I stopped by his office to offer assistance.

"Mr. Dean, do you need...."

I trailed off as soon as I saw his eyes were red. He'd been crying. It was really awkward, but long story short, he invited me out for a drink and spilled it all. He told me he would always love his wife. she was his high school sweetheart, and he didn't want to break up his family. But, his wife had no time to pay attention to him (understandable with 4 kids, but come on, the dude was hot). He said he dreaded going home because he felt invisible, unloved. His wife was now a roommate, a friend, not his lover. She had never been adventurous in the bedroom, always wanting the lights out and preferring only vanilla sex. He confessed that he'd only gotten a blow job from her once and he'd gone down on her twice and both times after about 2 minutes she pushed him away. He didn't want to cheat on his wife, but he was so lonely, and so fucking horny...

Three martinis later we were in a beautiful hotel room and I was doing my best to give him the most amazing blowjob of his life. Earlier, he had explained that we should only have oral sex. I guess he thought that wasn't cheating or something. His cock was fucking big (bitch didn't know what she was missing) but luckily I don't have much of a gag reflex. I was playful at first, sucking gently, changing rhythms and stopping to lick all the way from top to bottom of his cock and then sucking on his balls (that made him crazy). I decided the poor guy didn't need anymore teasing and sucked hard on that big glorious cock. I did not break eye contact with him once. He looked so grateful. The harder I sucked the faster my rhythm was. I couldn't fit it all in my mouth (deep throating lessons would come later) but didn't neglect any of his shaft or his balls with my hands. I was so focused on making him cum and was wet as hell. As I stared at him with his delicious cock in my mouth, his eyes rolled back in his head. As he started to cum, I pulled his cock out a bit and stroked him. He watched as his load filled up my mouth. I swallowed that hot cum and was dying to get off.

"Was that good?" I asked, feeling more like his assistant than his lover.

"That was amazing, so amazing. Thank you so much. That was just what I needed."

At this point I was worried that he was just going to leave me there alone and I'd have to play with myself. But I was very, very wrong. He gleefully announced it was my turn and ordered me to lie on my back. He started at my breasts, licking and sucking on them with fervor. He slowly, teasingly made his way down my body. I had pink satin panties on and he pulled those off with his teeth (OMG!). He stared at my pussy for a little while, spreading my lips apart and playing with it like it was a new toy.

"Your pussy is fucking beautiful. I love that you shave." He took in a deep breath. "Fuck me, you smell so good. I can't wait to taste you."

He dove right in. If his wife never let him go down on her, I wondered how he was so fucking good at this He focused on my clit just as I liked it, sucking and licking. He kept moaning, which vibrated through my pelvis. He stopped for a second, wet two fingers in his mouth, and explored inside my pussy with his thick fingers. He was looking so intently at my pussy, almost like he'd never really seen one before. This just made me even hotter.

He paused for a second and looked up at me. "By the way, you taste fucking amazing," he said.

"By the way, I could drink your cum by the gallons."

"Fuck, baby."

He buried his head once more and got to work. He took his two fingers and stretched my lips apart and massaged the inside of my cunt. Then, his fingers went deeper in. Holy shit, I think he was searching for my g-spot! He continued to suck on my clit. I'm not sure if he found the g-spot, but I can tell you my body reverberated for what seemed like more than 10 minutes. It was the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

After the hotel, we kind of ignored it for a while. He started telling me I looked nice every day, something he hadn't done before. When I brought in papers his stares lingered. He looked sad. I wondered if he needed a good fuck.

Then it started. The Monday after we tasted each other he started instant messaging me through our work computer system. Things like, "I miss your pussy on my tongue." "I can't stop thinking about you." "I dream about you giving me head every night." "You're so beautiful."

I wasn't sure how to react. I mean, I was happy because I didn't want it to end, but scared because he was my boss and was married. But, of course, I'd read these messages and my panties would get wet. I'd reply with: "You gave me the best orgasm in my life." "I loved your cum in my mouth." "I absolutely loved sucking your cock."

A while passed until I heard from him again. The wait was torture. Suddenly, my instant messenger popped up with 3 words: "I need you."

I walked into his office.

"Hello there, beautiful," he said

"Hi," I half-whispered.

He shut the door and grabbed me and kissed me with a hunger so palpable my panties instantly became soaked. He lead me over to his chair. He sat down and unzipped his pants. I got on my knees and sucked hard, never breaking eye contact. He came very quickly.

"My god, I was a fool to think I could stay away from you," he said.

Next, he slapped the top of his desk twice and told me to take off my skirt but keep my panties on. He sat in his chair while my legs rested on his shoulders. He buried his nose into my panties.

"Fucking delicious," he said with a smile.

At first he touched me through my panties. Then, me moved them to the side and started teasing my clit. Finally he ripped them off and ate me out. He was so amazing. I loved having him taste me. I wonder if the smell of my pussy lingered on his face when he went home.

Weeks continued much the same. He'd send me a message that said, "Come here" or more to the point "Get in here!" I sucked him off at least twice a day and he fingered me and tasted me just as often. Sometimes I would surprise him while he was on a telephone call and get on my knees, pull his cock out and suck away. It was funny how he had to continue these important business calls without talking funny (although once in a while there was an uncontrolled moan). He never stopped me and confessed that he fucking loved when I did that. I loved our oral sessions. Of course, shortly after he started fucking me. He told me he just couldn't control himself and he was dying to be in my pussy. Most days I went home completely sore after being pounded by Mr. Dean about 5 times a day.  

The Man had Stamina.

Then one day he decided he wanted even more. I could tell he had a terrible fight with his wife the night before, because he was brooding. Not that our sex life was getting boring, but I think he wanted to try new territory. It had to be exciting for him that I was basically his little slut. I never said no and worked hard to make him cum as often as I could. I wore garters and stockings, short skirts and tight tops. Eventually he hired a "temporary assistant" to basically do my job while I worked on him. I don't know who did his work.

An instant message popped up on my computer. "I need you right now. Door is closed but come in. Lock it behind you."

I did what I was told, always excited to please my boss and have great sex in the process. He sat at his desk looking mellow. He tilted his head toward the table, ordering me to look. What I saw was a surprise: A bottle of K-Y and dildos of varying sizes.

"You told me you've never had anal. I haven't done it in a long time and so I want to fuck you in the ass."

"Um, ok," I was intrigued.

"I need you to take off your skirt and panties and bend over the table."

It wasn't the most romantic proposal, but one I willingly obeyed. Mr. Dean pulled apart my ass cheeks and started licking my asshole. It felt different, but really good. Sometimes when we were fucking he'd put a finger in my ass which excited me; this was even better. I moaned as his tongue went inside my asshole. Then he put a finger in front of my lips and told me suck on it. I did as I was told. He pulled out the wet finger and started playing with my asshole. First, just going in circles on the outside, then plunging his finger in.

He breathed in deeply. "Fuck, baby, you drive me crazy. This little asshole needs a good fucking, and I'm going to deliver."

He couldn't see me but I smiled in delight. I was so wet and excited. I couldn't even imagine his huge cock fitting in my tiny asshole.

"Ok, what I'm going to do is start with the smallest dildo and work my way up. If this takes all day, that's fine. I've cancelled all my appointments," he said.

I heard something being poured and realized he was putting lube on the toy. He started with a dildo abut twice the size of his finger. He inserted it slowly and methodically then moved it around in my asshole and it was really exciting. I felt so naughty. He kept pausing to ask if I was okay.

"Good job, honey. Now I'm going to use the next dildo. It's bigger. Just relax."

Again, he lubed up the dildo. It took a little more time getting it fully up my ass, but he did. I felt fuller. He started rubbing my clit with one hand and with the other started fucking my ass with the dildo. I moaned in pleasure.

"Do you like that in your ass, baby?"
"Oh god, yes!"

I could feel his hard cock in his pants as he'd sometimes rub it against me. There was one more dildos left, the last one slightly smaller than my boss's cock.

The third dildo was predictably harder to insert; he couldn't get it in past the tip. Mr. Dean took a break and rolled me over onto my back. He ate out my pussy and ass until I came. However, he was relentless. He ordered me to bend over the table again and went right back to putting the large dildo in my asshole. This time it slid it more easily. I was clearly relaxed from my orgasm. Again, he started fucking me with the dildo. It was a unique sensation; pleasure with a bit of pain. Clearly the visual of the dildo filling up my ass was exciting him. He pulled it out slowly. I figured we'd take another break. I was wrong.

I heard him unzipping his pants. I looked behind me and saw his huge cock.

"I don't think I'm ready yet, Mr. Dean!" I said.

He crouched over me, his lips right next to my left ear. He then whispered, "Who is your boss?"

"You are," I said.

"Good. It seemed for a second like you forgot. You're going to take my cock up your little asshole whether you're ready or not, understand?"

I was shocked by his domineering manner. He'd never pulled the boss card before, but I guess he never had to. Truthfully, I loved that he took charge.

A second later he was rubbing the inside of my asshole with lube. Next, he was pouring some on his dick and rubbed it in.

"I need you to relax, ok?"

"Yes, Mr. Dean."

He put his cock just on the outside of my hole, teasing me. then, slowly, he inserted the tip. I groaned in pain.

"Relax, relax, baby. I just need to stretch you out. I'm going to put more of my cock in you."

He went in another couple inches. It hurt like hell. I underestimated. His cock was much bigger than that last dildo.

"Mr. Dean, stop!"

"Shhh, it's ok. It's halfway in now. You're doing so well. We're almost there."

I couldn't believe he wasn't stopping and I could tell the fact that I was protesting was getting him more excited because he thrust the rest of his huge cock inside me ass.

"Ow, no no no," I pleaded.
"Holy fuck, you took it all. Good girl! Your little asshole is absolutely strangling my cock. Jesus!"

He started thrusting very slowly, taking his cock almost all the way out and then inserted it balls deep. I bit on my lip and tried not to think about the pain.

"Oh, Christ, your fuck hole is amazing!" he blurted out.

Now, he started fucking me at a faster pace. When he did this, he reached his hand to my pussy and massaged my clit. I couldn't believe it, but he was right. I had gotten used to his thick cock and I started enjoying getting my ass fucked. I started moaning in pleasure.

"Oh, you like it now? You like my cock in your tiny ass?"

"Yessss!" I squeaked.

"You are such a good little slut. Oh, yeah. Look at you taking my thick cock. You were meant to be mine. I own this ass now!"

"Yeah," I replied. "Fuck my ass harder, Mr. Dean. Please, harder!"

He drew in a breath and started pounding the fuck out of my asshole. He continued diddling my clit. I loved that I was pleasing him, that he taught me how to get fucked in the ass.

Suddenly, the loudest groan escaped his lips. He stopped moving, and I could feel his hot cum squirting in my asshole. "Fuuuck yeah, baby. Oh, you're my beautiful slut. Jesus Christ!"

After that day, we became even more obsessed with fucking each other. Our affair started spilling over into after-work hours. We'd get a hotel at least 3 nights a week to continue our frenzied fucking. He would take me out to dinner, buy me sexy lingerie and perfume and other gifts. His favorite thing to do by far was pounding my ass.

I have the best job in the world!

You need a Condom

Justin was drafting a research memo when the new mail notification flashed on his screen. Justin muttered a profanity when he saw who it was from: Kristin, the new HR director. Kristin already had a reputation as a ball buster in the firm. An email from Kristin was bad news - for a moment, Justin wondered if he was about to lose his job.

The subject line of the email didn't ease his anxiety: "Northwest Conference Room - Now." He wasn't prepared for what he saw when the email finally loaded. A picture filled the screen, showing a hand draped between two Silky smooth thighs. Kristin's thighs, specifically. He'd fantasized about having those thighs wrapped around his body too many times to not know who they belonged to. A short message appeared under the picture - "I'm ovulating tomorrow, John, so bring a rubber. Key's on the door frame."

Justin sat motionless, his mind trying to grasp what was happening. John was a senior partner in the environmental litigation department, and clearly the intended recipient of the email. Justin has heard rumors about John flirting staff members, but no one ever suggested he was fucking the director of HR. This was Justin's ticket to easy street. John would be ruined if this Affair became public. 

Justin quickly took a picture of the email with his phone, then printed three copies of it. After hiding two copies in his office, he started towards the conference room with the remaining one in his hand. Blackmailing John could wait, Kristin wouldn't be spread eagle in a conference room forever. 

 Justin's hands trembled with nervous anticipation as he retrieved the key from the door frame and slipped through the door. His Cock stiffened when he saw her laying prone on the table.
 
As he closed the door, he heard Kristin moan "Fuck me," her legs splaying open invitingly. Her eyes were closed, and she was clearly enjoying herself.

"Ok," Justin said, throwing the email towards her, "you're fucked." She sat up immediately, and Justin could see the terror in her eyes.

"No need to get up," he quipped, as he fumbled with his belt. "You planned on getting fucked today, and you're going to get fucked. My dick will be doing the fucking instead of John's, of course."

When Kristin tried to scoot off the table to get away, Justin grabbed her by the neck and pushed her onto her back. He squeezed her throat shut while explaining the severity of her situation. Her face reddened and she futilely pried at his fingers as he casually discussed how he'd ruin her and John if she didn't open her legs for him. 

She practically turned purple before she finally relaxed her body and let her Thighs spread open. Justin relaxed his grip on her throat. He stepped out of his pants and methodically folded them while she gasped in air and . Once the color returned to her face, Justin guided her head to his cock. She obediently attended to his erection, gently lapping at his glans and kissing his Shaft. 

While she continued licking and kissing his length, Justin guided her hand to his balls. He groaned in delight as she acrobatically fondled his sack and swirled her tongue over the head of his cock. 

After a few minutes, she felt him tensing up. He grabbed her hair for leverage and thrust-ed into her mouth, not stopping until his scrotum was pressed firmly against her face. His hips bucked wildly, as he unloaded into the back of her throat.

For a moment, she thought he was done. The possibility that he'd just wanted a blowjob helped her deal with the raw pain in her throat, and the shame she felt for being discovered. She was disabused of this hope when she stood to leave. Without saying a word, he backhanded her brutally, sending her falling back on to the conference room table. "I'm not done," he snarled.

Kristin tried to mentally leave her body, to block out the reality of his assault. She came back to reality when he pushed his flaccid cock towards her face, ordering her to make him hard again. As she dutifully licked his soft cock, which began slowly pulsing back to life. As soon as he was hard, he positioned himself between her legs.

"You need a Condom," she said naively, assuming he cared. "I'm incredibly fertile right now." He laughed. She thought she could see his cock stiffen in response to her warning. 
"Please," she whimpered, "I could get Pregnant."

 As the words left her lips, she saw the skin on his shaft tighten. She realized he wasn't afraid of the risk. Worse than that, the thought of forcing a baby into her seemed to arouse him. Before she could continue begging him to use protection, he pushed the head of his cock inside her. She grunted in pain as he continued pressing his bare cock into her.

 He ignored her pained expressions and began thrusting into her. A feeling of relief and immense shame washed over her when she realized she was getting wet. She cursed her body for betraying her - didn't it know she was being taken against her will? While Justin grunted conflicted between hating the growing pleasure she felt and not wanting to feel the pain she'd experienced when he first pushed inside her.

Lightening bolts of pain shot from her Sex when he first rammed into the nub of her cervix. Within moments, though, the pain changed to Pleasure. Feeling Justin's cock bottom out inside her made her realize how inadequate her previous mates were. She'd never felt another man so Deep . Part of her hated that the man who was blackmailing her was the first person to feel this piece of her. But the physical pleasure overwhelmed her hatred.

She surrendered to the inevitable. Her body was designed to please men, a skill perfected through millennia of breeding. It didn't care that she hated the man who mounted her. It didn't care that she loved another man. It's only goal was to overwhelm the man inside her with pleasure, so he would shoot his seed into her womb.

When she replayed the assault in her mind over the next nine months, the thing that would make her most ashamed was the earth shattering orgasm that roared through her body when he told her he wasn't pulling out. He'd had to cover her mouth with his hand to keep her from screaming in pleasure while she writhed beneath him. She'd pushed her pelvis up to meet him, helping him drive deeper into her core. When he finally uncovered her mouth, she'd begged for his seed, silently cursing John for not being man enough to fill her up first. Justin bred her that day, destroying her body to obtain a few seconds of  Ecstasy.

Kristin never saw Justin again. He was promoted to an office on a higher floor in the building long before her belly began to swell. She never told John what Justin did to her. Instead, she got him blackout drunk, and convinced him to take her bareback the very night Justin assaulted her. When she let John know she'd missed her period, he didn't even question whether the child was his.

An Unexpected Visitor

Here I was again. Sitting alone in my living room with only the TV for company. I start to mull over how nice it would be to have someone here. A man. To feel his touch. God it had been so long since I'd been touched by a man. Had been touched like I'd been wanted! I pour myself another large glass of red and settle back on my sofa, accepting that this would be another lonely Saturday night.

That was until there was a thundering knock at the door, something else that hadn't happened in a while. It made me jolt in my seat causing me to spill my generous helping of red down the front of my white blouse.

"For fuck sake" I cursed to myself, feverishly mopping at the stain whilst making my way to the door. I peer through the spy hole to check who it is. "Why is he back so soon?" I think as I open the door for my visitor.

"Sorry to disturb you again so soon, but I think I left my phone here" he explains whilst eyeing my newly stained blouse with confusion.

"Oh, OK, you better come in and look for it, but I haven't seen it."

"Thanks" he replies as he busies himself with looking through cushions and under furniture while I close the door behind him. "It's like it's disappeared into thin air!" he exclaims in frustration from underneath the kitchen table.

"Shall I ring it on the house phone and we'll see if we can find it?"

"Yes that would be great. What happened to your blouse by the way?" he inquires as I make my way across the living room to the phone.

"Oh you did that, startled me with your caveman –style knocking." I chuckle to show there are no hard feelings as the last thing I wanted was to drive human company away so quickly. Number dialed, the sound of an old school monophonic ringtone fills the room. I pause trying to work out its origin when I find myself staring at this man. It's coming from his pocket.

"It's in your pocket you idiot" I chuckle pointing a finger at his crotch when he starts to take long meaningful steps towards me. Walking like a man with a purpose. Unbuttoning and removing his shirt as he did. Letting it drop to the floor.

"I knew it was in my pocket. I knew this whole time. I just needed and excuse to come back."

I feel myself flush and my breath becoming shallower with anticipation. He stands inches away from me and reaches to remove the phone from my hand.

"You didn't need an excuse" I say in little more than a whisper, staring deep into his dark blue eyes. He takes another stride forward that pins me to the wall with his body. His hand reaches to caress my face and run his fingers through my tangle of brown curls before placing it at the nape of my neck.

"Then why did you let me leave?" he says with a grin starting to spread across his face. Before I have chance to even offer an answer he pulls me towards me and kisses me hard and deep on the lips. I feel my body become limp in his grip and melt into his kiss. He slips his other hand around my waist closing any gap between our bodies. His lips move from mine to my neck where he kisses lightly making his way up to my earlobe which he nips playfully before whispering;

"I'm going to fuck you tonight."

Another sharp intake of breath escapes from my mouth. I can already feel myself getting wetter and his cock that is pressing against my stomach getting harder. He fumbles with the buttons on my shirt before he gives up and just tears it open. Tossing it over his shoulder once it has been removed. I fumble with his belt and trouser buttons. My hands shaking until they drop to the floor. His belt clinking against the tiled floor. I place my arms around his neck pulling him to my lips once more as he wraps his arms around my rear and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his dick through the thin layer of fabric of his underwear, now rock hard.

He places me on the sofa and climbs on top of me. He starts to make his way down my body. Kissing every inch and occasionally a playful nip with his teeth. He skilfully removes underwear, tights and skirt in one go before kissing and licking my inner thighs driving me wild. I feel is hot breath on my clit keeping me in suspense for just a few seconds longer until I feel the very tip of his tongue flick over my clit. Licking the length of my pussy and teasing my clit sucking and licking faster and faster. He runs a hand up my body and cups one of my breasts and squeezes firmly. I feel his lips starting to make their way back up my body retracing their earlier steps, then we are face to face once again. He pauses to swiftly remove his Calvin Klein briefs then slips both arms underneath me and pulls me up towards him until I am straddling him and he lies back, taking every inch of me in with his eyes. I lean forward to kiss his chest. It was time to return the favor. I start to kiss and lick my way down his body until I reach his cock. Rock hard and impressive. I run my tongue the length of his shaft and run it in circles around the tip. Flicking my eyes up to see him with eyes shut and breathing heavily. He gently places a hand on the back of my head and pushes down. I take him all in until I can feel him at the back of my throat. I thrust faster and faster cupping his balls as I did hearing him moan with pleasure until he grabs my hair and pulls me up to face him.

"Take it off." He commands, nodding his head towards my bra. I do so immediately.

He grabs both of my buttocks and lifts me up to allow him to position me above his throbbing erection.

I slowly lower myself down onto him, taking just the tip of his cock in, holding it there for a few seconds, teasing him as he had teased me. Then I slowly lower myself down onto him. Taking every inch of his impressive length. I take a gasp as I feel it brush my g-spot. Once all the way down I start to rock my hips back and forth. Slowly at first, gathering speed as I feel my pussy starting to clench around his dick the closer I got to climax. My breathing getting faster and faster. But just when I was starting to get close he wraps his arms around me once more pulling me close to him and he growls;

"Go to the table, and bend over. You bad girl."

Reluctantly I lift myself off him and make my way over to the table and bend over, placing my forearms out in front of me. I hear him coming up behind me, his bare feet slapping on the cold tiles of the open plan kitchen. Then his hands grab both of my hips. Hard. Sinking his fingertips into my flesh. I feel a sharp stinging pain as he takes a hand and spanks me hard, over and over.

"Bet you like that don't you?!"

"Yes" I whimper

"Bad girls need to be spanked. Have you been a bad girl?"

"Yes" I say. A smile spreading across my face. Another sharp pain as he delivers another.

I feel the tip of his cock slide into me once more. Feeling every inch enter me again. Using his hands to pull me back on to him. He starts to thrust hard and slow getting faster and faster. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed around the room. I could feel my body start to flush as he pounded me from behind. He reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair forcing me to lift myself up so he could reach around and rub my clit and tweak my nipples, running his hands over every inch of my body. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. I felt red hot and I could tell by his rapid breathing he was close to blowing his load too. He released my hair and resumed his grip on my hips and pulled me even harder and faster than before for the final push. Finally I felt my entire body spasm and my pussy tighten and pulsate round his cock. With a final thrust I felt his cock start to throb hard inside me, and a warmth as he filled me with his cum. He collapsed forward placing his hands on the edge of the table and kissed gently between my shoulder blades.

"That was amazing." He said breathlessly.

"Yeah it was" I said just as breathlessly as he pulled out. I turned to watch him pad off to the bathroom and let a big smile spread across my face.

I finally felt alive again.

Don't Blush Baby

"You're blushing," Steve says softly. I feel my panties getting damp, and my head is buzzing from all the wine. He's right. I don't want to be alone tonight.

Steve leans in close, and I don't move away as he huskily whispers in my ear, "I have a bottle of wine in my hotel room upstairs. We can go and talk a bit more. I promise I won't take advantage of you. I respect you."

It feels so good, his hot breath in my ear, and my pussy is telling me yes, go with him. I can't believe how turned on I am by the sound of his deep, masculine voice whispering this invitation.

Steve looks at me with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes. He slides his hand up my forearm a bit, leaving a trail of warmth, then his soft lips gently kiss my cheek.

I'm startled to hear my own voice whisper back, "OK, let's go."

It feels unreal. Why did I just agree to this?

Steve throws money for the drinks on the bar. We walk out toward the hotel lobby and the waiting elevators.

Inside the empty elevator, once the door closes and he's punched the button for his floor, Steve steps behind me and presses himself against my back. My first reaction is to step away, but it feels good to have his stiffening cock pressed against my buns, and then he starts planting soft kisses on my neck. Shivers run down my spine. I close my eyes and moan softly.

Steve nibbles on an earlobe and murmurs into my ear, "Like it?"

I feel a bit shy, but it feels so good to have his cock pressed against my ass and his soft lips on my neck that I can't help wiggling my ass against his stiff pole. The elevator door dings and opens, and Steve puts an arm around my waist and walks me the few steps to his room. It feels surreal and yet somehow completely natural to have this stranger's arm around me.

He slides the key-card into the slot, and then we're inside a nice hotel room, with marble floors and tasteful, understated furnishings. The door clicks shut, and Steve turns and touches my face, his hand slowly stroking my cheek, then sliding across my lips.

I shouldn't let this stranger I met in a bar do this to me. How did he talk me into coming to his room? I should leave ...

But my pussy has other ideas. My panties are soaked by now, and I feel a wave of lust sweep through my insides as the finger Steve is running across my lips stops and presses in, inviting me to open for him. I part my lips, and his finger slowly pushes into my mouth. "Suck on it," Steve says. "Lick it." I do so, dazed that I'm letting someone I barely know do such an intimate thing to my mouth, and getting turned on despite myself by the promise implied by this act.

Steve pulls his finger out, then swiftly leans in and replaces it with his tongue. I let him press his body into mine as his tongue thrusts deep into my waiting mouth, and I give in to the moment, knowing now what else he wants to put in my mouth, and wanting it. Steve takes me in his arms and walks me backward, kissing me passionately all the while. The backs of my legs hit the bed, and Steve releases me so that I fall backward and down. I catch my fall, and suddenly I'm sitting on the edge of the bed with his tented pants inches from my lips.

"You want to please me," Steve says. It is not a question. I lick my lips nervously, and realize as I'm doing it what that implies. Steve unzips his slacks and takes his hard cock out. It is almost touching my lips. I look up into his eyes, and he scoots a little closer so his dick touches my lips, lubricating them with his pre-cum. "Lick the tip," he says, and I hesitantly stick my tongue out and lick his piss slit. He groans, and shoves the cock head between my waiting lips. Oh god, it feels so good to have this silky hot flesh enter my mouth. I run my tongue along the underside, marveling at the texture, and Steve breathes faster and says, "Take it. Take it deep in your cunt mouth." Startled by the dirty sexy words, I look into his eyes as he pushes his hard shaft deeper and deeper. I try not to gag. "Relax your throat, my sexy little bitch. Take my shaft all the way down. Oh, that's a good girl. Look at you blush, you tart. Do you like having your man's cock head shoved deep inside your slutty mouth?"

And god help me, I nod my head yes. Yes, I am his slutty little cocksucker, and I'm loving it, having his dick in my mouth. I can't believe I'm letting him do this dirty exciting thing to my mouth, and talk so boldly to me, but I need this. I need a man tonight. My throat relaxes, and he's all the way in, his balls touching my chin and his musky pubic hair nestled again my nose.

Steve puts his hands on the back of my head, and now he's fucking my face, shoving his cock in and out of my mouth, faster and faster. I feel a little moment of panic mixed with thrill, wondering if he's planning to cum in my mouth, and then he pulls out. I gasp for air, my breathing rapid with desire.

Steve kneels and lifts my dress, exposing my soaking panties. "Lift your slutty, sexy hips," he says. I pause, and he slaps the side of my ass. "Lift up, I said."

I comply, and he slides my panties off and tosses them aside. My clit is tingling, and in one quick move he kneels and gives it a lick. "Aaaah," I say, and his tongue is slithering over my cunt lips and then circling my clit, teasing it. "OMG, don't stop." I close my eyes in ecstasy, and suddenly I feel a coolness between my cheeks.

I open my eyes, startled, as his moistened finger slides down my crack and starts to circle my puckered hole. "What the --" I start to say, but then his finger is touching my puckered hole. I should slap him for touching me in such a private spot, or stand up and leave, but it feels so dirty and erotic having him touch me there while his lips start kissing up my flat belly. Soon he's squeezing a breast, his tongue circling my hard nipple. He's inserted his index finger into my wet pussy and is slowly finger fucking it, while his middle finger circles my rosebud in rhythm with the tongue circling my nipple. "Oh," I say. "Don't stop. Oh, please, lick my pussy again." I close my eyes, my head buzzing from all the wine, and I gasp with pleasure as Steve's tongue slides back down my tummy and starts licking my clit.

I open my eyes and Steve is staring at me while licking me, and I can't help it, my hips rise up to fuck his face. When my hips drop back down the tip of his finger gets pushed inside my ass. It hurts a bit, and I grunt.

"Sorry," he says, and slips his finger back out. I can feel my orgasm building. I clutch the hair on the back of his head and push his face into my bucking hips. His tongue keeps touching my sensitive clit, and I moan, "Oh god, I'm cumming. Aaaahh. AAAH."

I thrash my hips around, riding the wave, and then it subsides and I lie there on the bed, panting for air. Steve climbs on top of me, and I part my legs for him. His hard cock is touching my pussy lips while I stare at the handsome face of the man who has given me such pleasure. He leans forward and kisses me. Our tongues slide together, and I can taste my own pussy juices. Steve's prick is sliding up and down my wet pussy lips, begging for permission to enter. He breaks our kiss and says, "I want to fuck you. But you're such a good girl, like you said in the bar. I wouldn't want to sully the honor of such a virtuous girl." He grins at me.

My face is on fire from blushing, but I want it, I want him inside me, so I nod my head. "Yes. You can."

"Say it," he demands. "Or I'll leave. Say what you want me to do to you."

"I want you inside me."

"Not like that. Say it like the nasty, sexy woman you are."

"Oh, please. Please fuck me. Fuck my pussy."

"That's better." Steve's mouth descends back onto mine, and as our tongues dance and dart together, he pulls my legs up with his strong arms. My legs are over his shoulders, and I'm helpless to stop him even if I wanted to, and I can't believe I'm letting a man I've only known for an hour do this to me. But it want it. I want him. "Look in my eyes," he says. "I want to see your startled look as my cock enters your tight little pussy." He slides inside my sopping wet cunt, and I gasp with pleasure. "Take my cock-head inside. Oh, oh, there. Aaaaah."

He's all the way inside me, his balls touching my ass cheeks, our pubic hair mingling. "You like my dick buried in your sweet pussy?"

I nod. "Oh, god yes."

He start to slowly fuck me, in and out. "You ready to get fucked hard? Tell me you love it. Tell me you want to be my dirty little bitch."

I stare into his excited eyes. "I love being your dirty bitch. Fuck my pussy. Fuck it with your hard cock."

Steve moans, and starts to slowly pick up the pace, until he's fucking me as hard and fast as he can. It's feeling good, I can feel a post-orgasm tingle building, and so I push my hips up to help him fuck me. He's panting and sweating and fucking me fast and furious now, and he slaps the side of my ass and calls me his sweet little bitch, tells me he loves fucking my cunt.

"Say it," he demands. "What are you?"

"I'm your slutty little whore," I admit.

And that sets Steve off, and he thrusts deep into me. "I'm cumming. Take it, my sweet bitch. Take it. Aaaargh!" He pumps a few more times and then collapses on me, gasping for breath.

I lay there with this lovely stranger lying on top of me, his cock buried deep inside my pussy, his cum inside me, and I can't believe it.

I can't believe I love being fucked by someone I just met.

We cuddle together afterward, whispering about how good it was, and then Steve falls asleep, spooned up to my back. I lay drowsily in his arms, his cum still inside me, and wonder what will happen in the morning.

John breaks Antonella Down

At times, John would wonder if he felt love or lust for Antonella. He was very attracted to her and would want nothing more than to make love to her. Or did he just want to fuck her? Another notch on the belt? He kept telling himself that couldn't be it. He liked her as a person, not just a piece of ass. But there were definitely moments at work when he fantasized about just taking her and doing all the nastiest things to her. The problem was that Antonella definitely dressed sexy, albeit professional. She felt comfortable in her own skin and didn't mind showing off her legs and other body parts. In the summer time, she would wear skirts, dresses, and tops that fit her perfectly. In the wintertime, she would wear stockings. When she had an important meeting, she would always wear one of her sexy business suits. And she would always wear heels. She had a wide array of them. Open toed, pumps, strap, stiletto. You name it, she wore it. And John was a sucker for a woman dressed like that.

After working there for some time, John started fantasizing about Antonella while at work. He would imagine the two of them going off on business trips together or working late together. Being alone together would provide the opportunity for John to finally seize the opportunity. But that opportunity never presented itself.

Until one late night at the office, both were working late on a major project. She was dressed in a simple black skirt that stopped right before her knees, black stockings, with a creamed colored thin turtleneck, and of course a pair of sling back heels. Just the kind of casual, yet sexy outfit that drove John crazy. As they left to call it a night and exited the building.

Together, John was shifting back and forth on whether he should say something. As he walked her to her car, he once again chickened out. She got into her car and they said their "good nights" as John walked away disappointed at himself. But as he walked away, he heard the rumbling sound of an engine. He turned around to see Antonella was having some car problems. He walked back to ask her if everything was OK. It was not and John was not an expert with cars, so he couldn't offer any help. So he just waited around with her as Antonella called for tow truck. But to her dismay, no tow truck could get out to her for at least a couple of hours. She was about to leave her car there for the night and just take a taxi home, when John offered her a ride home. At first, Antonella didn't want to bother John, but when she found out that a cab would be at least a 30-45 minute wait, she finally took John up on his offer.

The car ride was quiet as Antonella was visibly upset from the long day. John was playing all the scenarios in his head, as he pondered what would happen if he told her. But when the possibility of making love with her got into his head, he just couldn't get it out. He imagined sucking on her breasts. Licking her thighs up and down. Tasting her. He imagined her mouth wrapped around his manhood. And the thought of being inside her blew his mind. Before he knew it, he had a huge bulge in his pants. He tried to cover it, but it was pretty obvious. John tried to get the erotic thoughts out of his, but it didn't work. He just prayed that Antonella didn't notice.

Antonella was exhausted. She had been pulling 10-12 hour days for the past month. The last thing she needed was the hassle of having car trouble. She just wanted to go home and lie in bed. She was so thankful that John was around that night. He had been a real help on the project and she enjoyed working with him. She looked over at him to thank him. But her eyes wandered and found their way to his crotch. At first, she thought she was imagining something. But after getting another look out of the corner of her eye, she was sure that he had an enormous hard on. At first, she was appalled. She didn't know how to react. But then she felt a tingling sensation between her thighs. To her shock, she was immensely turned on and getting extremely wet.

Now she was trying to hide the fact that she was turned on. She moved around in her seat a few times. Then it occurred to her that he was turned on by her. It had been so long since she had been intimate with someone. She decided to make a move.

John was completely taken by surprise. Antonella was massaging his hard on through his pants while kissing his neck. He almost lost control of the car. Thank god they were nearing her apartment. He pulled over to the nearest parking space in front of her place and parked the car. He grabbed her as they kissed passionately. All the pent up anticipation caused him to practically suck her face off as they kissed. His hands explored her entire body. He caressed her breasts while she continued to rub his bulging hard on. He slid his hand down.

Her stomach and finally slipped it up her skirt. He could feel the wetness through her thong. Antonella slowly unzipped his pants and let his manhood breath as they both moaned with passion.

They somehow managed to get into Antonella's house. Neither John nor Antonella could remember how they got out of the car and in the door. Hell, John couldn't even remember if he zipped his pants back up. They barely got past the front door before John pushed Antonella up against the front door and bent her over and started tasting her from behind. John didn't even bother taking off her clothes. He just lifted up her skirt and slid her panties down around her knees. Antonella moaned as John maneuvered his tongue in a continuous circular motion. John was amazed at how sweet and clean she tasted. Antonella hadn't felt this good in so long, and in no time, she came with a fury. Her whole body shook. Antonella then whispered that it was his turn. She stood him up and got down on her knees. She opened her mouth and sucked every inch. She stared up at him the entire time. The look on John's face made Antonella remember just how good she was at this and how much she enjoyed pleasuring a man.

John could not take it anymore and knew if he let Antonella continue, he was going to explode in her mouth. He stood her up as they kissed again, practically tasting each others cum. Antonella hoped John had a condom, and to her luck, he always carried one in his wallet. John slid on the cover and picked Antonella up in his arms. He pushed her against the front door as he entered her. They kissed the entire time as he pumped and thrust. He started pounding away as hard as he could, throwing her body against the door, even banging her head a few times. They didn't even bother stopping. From the door, they slid down to the floor. John lifted up her turtleneck to reveal her nice breasts. He sucked on each one as she bounced up and down. Her heels dug into the hardwood floor, scratching the surface with each bounce. While still inside her, John lifted her up and carried her over to the nearest couch. He laid her on her back and stood up to gaze over her. She was still clothed, but all the right parts were revealed. Even John didn't manage to get out of his pants or shirt. He lifted her stocking covered legs and placed them on his shoulders. Each thrust shook Antonella's entire body and her legs and heels flailed in the air. She looked up at John with those beautiful blue eyes and John finally could not take it anymore. He released all his fluids inside the condom. It was the best feeling he ever felt. They both collapsed on the couch, breathing heavily.