Chapter 1 The Online Lover

Emily opened the door and invited him into her hotel room. Emily and Jerome had been chat pals and phone lovers for over a year. Today they finally met. He was handsome in an adorable way, well-built and nicely dressed. She was pleasant-looking, one you would particularly notice on the street. He walked into the room, closing the door behind him. After a momentary nervous pause, he took the step closer to her and kissed her. Her eyes closed and she lost herself in his feel and smell. Emily had driven across the country to meet him, to be with him. Now she was. They stood together kissing, holding each other, learning the feel of skin and curves. Soft and hard molded together, hands searched and found, hearts beat together. When the kiss ended, they were reluctant to part. He looked down at her, her sweet face, and was glad they were meeting. Jerome wasn't sure what he had expected. Perhaps a wilder-looking woman, one who would fulfill his fantasies. Emily looked like an older Donna Reed, every inch a lady. He would have to rein in his dreams and be content to spend an afternoon kissing and cuddling, which was all they had planned for today anyway. They stood together, nearly behind the door, holding and kissing. He found her lips deliciously soft and moist. She lost herself in his kiss, feeling her entire being sinking into the now of being in Jerome's arms. Long minutes passed. Jerome looked up and saw the comfy couch, a little sitting area, just behind them. He walked Emily over to the couch, sitting down and pulling her close. She leaned against him, already feeling bereft of his mouth on hers. They continued kissing, Bodies together, her full breasts pressed to his chest, his hand moving slowly up and down her back. He was still dressed from the office in a dark suit, light blue shirt and somber tie. He slipped off his polished loafers as they kissed, wishing he didn't have so many layers of clothing between them. Emily was dressed in jeans and a light blouse, her bare feet small and pretty, her tiny toenails polished a bright pink. They would occasionally stop kissing to say something, ask something. But their lips kept returning, the need to taste each other was overwhelming. Her hair was short and soft, and Jerome ran his hands through it, loving the feel. Her eyes were a dark brown, deep and gentle, "bedroom eyes" they were called. Sometimes, they would stop kissing long enough to look into each other's eyes, smiling and pleased to be together. Jerome stretched out on the couch, taking Emily with him. Now she was atop him, her bare feet barely reaching his knees as they continued kissing and their hips began a dance of need. Her soft breasts were squashed between them, her hard nipples indenting his chest, even through his clothing. Finally, Emily pulled back and invited him to get comfortable. She scurried to the end of the couch and smiled as he removed his jacket and tie. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a patch of curly reddish-brown hair. She watched, licking her lips, as he rolled up his shirt sleeves, again exposing skin covered with fine copper hair. Jerome returned to the couch, smiling as Emily unabashedly scooted down to him, her mouth already seizing his. God, she could kiss! Her mouth molded to his, her tongue explored every bit of his lips and mouth. He felt her softly entering him, then shyly pulling back, only to probe deeply again. She licked his lips, tracing them, softly teasing the corners, making him moan slightly. He wasn't sure if an afternoon of kissing would be possible. He was already erect and dripping, wanting her badly. Emily, again, was the one to pull back. "I think we might be more comfortable on the bed, it is roomier and there are lots of pillows. Would you care to join me?" Jerome's cock answered for him, throbbing and bobbing. He smiled at her, taking her hand and following her past the arch, into the bedroom. She had lit candles, and the scent of cream filled the air. The radio on the nightstand was tuned to an oldies station and the song playing reminded him of his college days. They sat on the edge of the bed, hands touching, lips locking, and began again. She was still fully dressed and it appeared her plan was to remain that way. She pulled him back with her, lying stretched out beside him, now feeling his erection through his dress pants. Her hand slowly moved down his body, seeking his manhood, anxious to touch him. He rolled to his back, sighing, hoping her hand would continue its caress. He couldn't remember ever being so excited. Yet, she was a good girl and he didn't want to scare or offend her. She had asked for an afternoon of kissing, saying it was all she was prepared for, and he had promised. He decided to allow her whatever she wanted, and to keep his word. There would always be another day and he didn't want to ruin his first time with her. Emily was kissing his neck, unbuttoning his shirt further. Her mouth moved down his chest, licking and leaving a damp trail. She pushed his shirt open, finding his pale nipples and capturing one in her mouth. With the first pull, Jerome cried out. It was so incredibly sensual. Women didn't seem to know men had sensitive nipples and rarely spent time there. But Emily did. She was atop him, her mouth busily moving back and forth, sucking and nursing, enjoying the response she was creating. Then his shirt was opened and she helped him remove it, enjoying the freedom of touching him everywhere, feeling his smooth back, massaging his shoulders. She slid from him, lying again stretched out alongside his body, her heat warming him. Her fingers moved constantly, touching and learning. Jerome wondered once again if it were possible to just kiss this woman all afternoon and keep his promise. Her fingers returned to his erection. She lightly traced him in his clothing, causing his cock to dance against her. Without Jerome even noticing, Emily had his fly opened and her little hand slid into his pants, capturing his throbbing dick. He looked down into her innocent face, and saw the look of satisfaction there. Her hand moved constantly. She certainly knew about cocks. He relaxed and closed his eyes, again vowing to make this experience exactly what she wanted. He felt her hot hand leave his cock, and then felt his pants and shorts being pulled down and off. Now, she was fully dressed and he was naked, with a massive erection, aching to be touched. She moved down his body, her eyes only inches away from the throbbing cock. He could feel her hot breath, rapid and shallow. Looking up at him, she smiled. "Teach me, Jerome. Take my hand and show me the way to pleasure you, please?" Jerome couldn't believe his ears. He looked into her sweet, very good-girl face and then saw her hand hovering above his dick, waiting for instruction. He pulled a few pillows under his head and reached down, circling the cock with his hand. He slowly massaged it as he had for years, his favored technique. She watched intently, then replaced his hand with hers. "Like this?" she asked. He almost couldn't talk, the pleasure was so overwhelming. He had never met a woman who cared if she massaged him correctly, so intent on his pleasure. With very little instruction, Emily was touching him exactly as he enjoyed it. Her face remained near his center, her hands moved busily on his cock and balls. Jerome felt himself quickly reaching orgasm. He wasn't sure if this was something she wanted. He slipped his hand into her soft hair, called her name. She turned to him and smiled. "It is ok, I want you to come, I want to see it. Please, come for me, Jerome." That was it. He erupted, spraying hot come all over her innocent hand and his tummy. She held him, massaged him, until the spasms stopped, then quietly went to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth. Returning, she gently cleansed his cock and skin, kissing him as she worked. Even her clothing excited him. The feel of her jeans on his naked thighs, her breasts covered in layers of fabric. She was a good girl, and he wanted to honor his promise. They snuggled together, kissing and holding, talking more now about the time they had known each other and what they wanted. Without him asking, she unsnapped her jeans and wriggled out of them. While kissing, he opened a button on her shirt and she didn't stop him. Slowly, he opened them all, inhaling her sweet scent. She wrapped her bare legs around his, bringing her very wet panties in contact with his thigh. She was moaning softly in her throat, rubbing against him, lost in the desire she felt. Her hand moved once again to his cock, still softly asleep against his balls. He started to explain to her that he needed some time, when a miracle occurred. His cock stirred and came to life, throbbing to engorgement as she touched him. She smiled at him, kissing him lightly on the lips. "Jerome, I want to be fucked. I want to feel your thick cock inside me, your fat head probing me, opening me, using me. Would you fuck me, please?" She turned and quickly climbed up the bed, resting her head on the pillows, offering her panty-clad ass to him. She spread her legs, reaching down and pulling her panties to one side. He could see her face, hear her words, smell her excitement. He slid up behind her, grabbing her swaying hips and holding her in place. Her hand reached between her thighs, wrapping around his erection. She guided him quickly to her brown curlies, using the smooth, fat head to separate the curls and find the engorged slit. She held him very still and then thrust back against him, burying his cock deep inside her. She screamed with pleasure, turning her face into the pillows to muffle the sound. Jerome probed her pink depths, quite sure he had never felt such silky heat in his entire life. They set up the perfect rhythm, in and out, up and down, deep then shallow. All the while, he could hear her, hear his sweet woman, muttering about his fat cock, his heat, his cock in her cunt, his cunt now. She said she loved the fat head, the way it probed her then popped out, only to fuck her again. He was inflamed with desire. Finally, he held still, feeling the need to explode overwhelming him. At that exact moment, she clenched her muscles, pulling him deeper, making the space tighter and hotter. That was it. He came. He held her hips tightly and filled her with come, throbbing inside her until he couldn't remain there any longer. She collapsed on the bed and he crawled up to her, cradling her against his shoulder and side. They kissed again. Once more, she looked like his sweet angel, her hair softly tousled, her lips puffy and pink. So much for promises.

Chapter 2 Fucking my sexy neighbour

I made one of those bold mid-life decisions a few months ago when I decided to leave a company I spent 15 years at to start my own business. The idea of waking up, lounging in my house all day needing only a computer, fax machine and a cell phone to consider it a work day appealed to me. I took my client roster with me and in no time business was a success. One morning, sitting at the breakfast bar in my kitchen, scanning the finance pages on my laptop. It was a lazy, warm day for me as I sat in an undershirt and boxers. This is one of the perks of a home office. Bored from reading about money and more impending financial doom, I decided to jump-start my day with a little p**n surf. A quick click to one of my favorite sites and my eyes were now scanning endless thumbnails of tits and ass. I read a few hot stories and watched a video clip. My cock begged for some attention and so it received as I fantasized into a delightful daze. Something then suddenly caught my eye from outside the French doors, which I obviously was sitting right in front of. I live in a two-story townhouse in a condominium complex. The back doors (kitchen, in this case) open to a small deck that overlooks a back alley that is barely the width of two cars. Under the deck, on the first floor, is the garage. Across the alley is another row of condos, back-to-back with the alley in between. And directly across from my window is another deck, with sliding window doors (mine had French doors because the previous owner had them installed). When I turned to see what had caught my eye, I noticed a woman in a red robe watering plants on the deck. She was looking directly into my kitchen, through the French door windows. The watering can was in hand, but not watering anything at the moment. It was my neighbor, I guessed, though I had never seen her before. I didn't know many of the people in my complex by name and only a few by sight. My hours with the company were too long to have time for neighborly small talk. I'd always wave and smile to those I'd see outside. But this was one woman I didn't know even by sight because I rarely was home during the day and didn't spend much time on my deck. I immediately wondered if she had seen me, but figured the distance might have been far enough to protect my privacy. It was intriguing to think she might have caught me in the act, but also a bit embarrassing. I didn't want a call from the complex manager, telling me of a complaint of lewd behavior. Of course I could always counter with a peeping-tom complaint. Careful to cover my ass, I grabbed a Sharpie and scribbled a sign on a piece of paper that read: "Get a webcam, it lasts longer!" I figured it would scare her away and out of telling anyone. When I held it to the window with a pissed off expression, she looked startled. She put the can down and went immediately into the house. Crisis averted. But a few minutes later, something caught my eye again from the window. I looked out and there was a sign from her that caught me by surprise: "I have one." Underneath that was a screen name for a Yahoo account. She gave me a minute to write it down and then pulled the sign away. She then sat at a computer that was positioned to the right of her sliding doors. The blinds were pulled completely back from the doors, so I could see entirely into her house. She sat and her right leg was exposed at the opening of her robe. She was typing away. I went to the laptop and logged into Yahoo. I plugged in her name and sent a message. "Hello." I then waved. She smiled. "Hello." She replied. We began small talk of seeing each other and she apologized for catching me "in the act." I asked her what act she was talking about and she sent a face with a tongue sticking out. She then asked if I had finished the job. I hesitated. What the fuck. I replied, "no." She sent me an invite to view her webcam and I clicked. The screen came up with her face smiling at me. I looked across the alley and saw her looking into the camera. "Don't you have one?" she asked. "No," I replied. "But you don't really need one, now do you?" I then looked out the window again and she looked at the same time. We both laughed. The next message she sent was a telephone number. I grabbed the phone, called the number and watched her as she got up from the desk and picked up a cordless phone in the kitchen. "Hello again," a woman's voice said. "Open your door," she then said. "I can't see you as well through the French doors. Why do you have them anyway? Everyone else has regular sliding doors.""Come with the place," I replied. "I guess the privacy excuse is no good." We laughed. "I'm sorry," she said. I watched her wandering her kitchen, putting things away and fondling plants. She would move past the doorway here and there, glancing across to me. I opened the French door and felt the warm morning air hit me. "Well," I said, "it's fine as long as we're even.""What do you mean?" she asked. "You caught me, so maybe you owe me a little something in return.""Tell you what," she said, now stopping in front of the sliding door, to where I could see her in full. "I'll play along if you finish what you started." I smiled. "Agreed.""OK," she then said, "speakerphone time." I hit the speakerphone button and put the receiver down. Back to the door, where she was already waiting with a smile. I reached for the stool behind me and sat on it. "Don't face me," she said. "Act like you don't even know I'm here.""What's my motivation?" I asked. "Look at your computer screen," she replied. The camera was shooting her from the side as she leaned against her countertop, looking sideways across the alley at me. The belt of her robe was loosened and she tugged at it slightly to make it open. Her legs were first exposed. I followed them up to her thighs, where luscious curves swooped to her hips. She was not wearing anything underneath the robe and the darkness of her muff was apparent. The robe was now hanging on to her only by her breasts, which remained covered by the material. My hand slid into my boxers and worked my tingling cock up and down. Her hands moved up her thighs to her stomach and as they slid over her breasts, the robe finally gave way. She rolled the robe around her shoulders and put her hands on her hips in a seductive pose. The image had my balls swelling with adrenaline and cum. "Let me see that cock," she then said, leaning forward to get a better look through the window. "I want to see you spray that hot cum." I lifted my shirt off and tossed it to the floor. I stood then, stepping out of the boxers with my cock now extended into the air. While she gasped and giggled and cooed at the sight, my mind was thinking: Where the fuck was I gonna shoot this thing? The sudden concern broke my concentration. I looked at the cam and realized she had moved out of view because she was entranced in the window. I looked across at her and then felt myself standing here naked in an open doorway. "Come over here," I then said. "No, no," she said. "Just come for me.""I'd rather come on you," I replied, looking straight at her across the alley. "But someone might see . . .""Go through the garage. I'll meet you there.""But . . . !" she pleaded. I hung up the phone and closed the door, hoping she'd obey. I looked up to check and she was wrapping the robe back around her body. I pounced down the stairs with my cock slapping against my stomach and headed for the garage. I heard a garage door open and hit the switch for mine. She was scurrying across the alley, with her slippers scratching the asphalt. As she dipped her head under the slowly raising door, she giggled. "Down! Down!" I hit the button again and the door went down. I stood for a moment in front of my car, looking at her standing in her robe, with her cheeks flush red and her eyes dancing with excitement. Her nipples poked through the robe and the smell of sex mingled with the gasoline and oil scent of the garage. I opened the door into the house and said, "Follow me." Two steps into a room that serves as an unused den area, I turned to her and slipped my hands into her robe. I felt soft, warm skin that had traces of perspiration. She smelled sweet, like shampoo or body lotion, and she never once looked up. My hands explored her body under the robe and she did the same to me. She wasted little time finding my cock, which was pressed against her stomach, and rubbed it gently. Precum painted her belly and she rubbed it around. Her hands went to her sides to signal me to remove her robe, which I did. Her eyes remained downward. Mine scanned her body, her lovely, hungry body that I had seen only a few minutes before from across the alley. She pushed me toward a futon I had against a wall and she knelt between my knees. She kissed around my stomach and stroked my cock some more. My thighs tremble with anticipation. I felt her hanging breasts graze over my skin and I pushed them tight around my cock. She dipped her head and began to suck my head. Adrenaline gushed again to my balls. She licked and sucked my cock into a wild frenzy, and her naked ass pumped up and down in the air behind her. If I ever could have been in two places at one time, this was it. I'd be here getting a blow job while also behind her pounding her begging pussy. When the eruption was imminent, she pulled away and rubbed my cock furiously between her mounds. I bucked and fired several shots of hot cum into her neck and chest and cleavage. She seemed to love every shot she took, gasping with each and rubbing the liquid into her skin. Her nipples turned a fiery red and her tits gleamed. She then licked my cock clean to the point that I shuddered to the touch. Kissing me more up my belly and to my chest, she pushed me back across the futon and straddled me without warning. She mounted my sensitive cock, which was morning-wood hard at this point, and slowly began her gyrating dance to orgasm. She liked it rubbing against the inner wall and therefore fell forward, practically smothering me with her tits, and grinded on me. She gasps, moans and then groans. She whispered nasty things that might not have been directed at me, but at whatever fantasy she was having. She wanted to be fucked. She liked to be fucked. She liked to be fucked hard. She's such a good girl all day she deserved to be fucked hard. So fuck her hard. Good and hard. I did. I turned her over, found that full, round ass that had been teasing the air earlier, and slid my pussy-juice drenched cock into it. She wailed at the pain, but grunted with delight. Taking it on like a challenge she wanted. Our skins slapped with force and I practically put her through the wall on one hard thrust. No doubt I was going to cum again. She was so hot and so horny. And so fucking tight. Her legs and arms exhausted, she rolled to her back and lifted her legs over my shoulders. Her pussy opened up like one of her blossoming flowers on her deck. I buried my face into it, licking her steaming, slippery folds with abandon. She squirmed and squealed, grabbing anything she could to hold on. That includes my hair. I found her hard button and flicked it with my tongue and she immediately pulled at my shoulders. I rose up from her crotch and admired the blooming flower her pussy appeared to be at that moment, as if it had morning dew glistening on its petals and a fresh, intoxicating scent. She pulled me over her and forcefully positioned my cock into her pussy. We humped missionary style for about five minutes when her orgasm was hitting the high notes. My arms were tiring, but I kept the push-up hold over her, watching her as she came for me with her eyes closed and her teeth gritted. Her hands fondled her breasts under me. "Oh, that's it. Don't stop. Don't stop. That's so . . . that's so fucking IT. Oh, oh, OH!" She held her breath a moment, as if toking on a blunt. Then, release. I collapsed next to her in a panting heap and our sweaty, exhausted bodies finally were motionless. She ran her finger over my chest and curled sideways next to me. She closed her eyes for a quick nap. "By the way," she then whispered. "What's your name?"

Chapter 3 pleasured by my best friends cousin

Marla convinced me to go to her cousin's work-related party to meet Caleb. He was supposed to be some really hot guy who apparently caught a glimpse of me at a wedding shower as he was picking up his girlfriend at the time afterwards. He told Marla all kinds of crude comments about how he fantasized about my ass and that he wanted to fuck me and blow his wad in my face. I never gave it much thought until tonight, knowing full well that I'd finally get to put a name to the face. Originally, I was put off by his comments but I was curious to know what he looked like. Admittedly, I was pretty horny as well. I hadn't been out and about for almost six weeks, and was mostly getting off by Marla's hand, or rather her tongue. Mmmm she knows how to please a girl! :) I was wearing a short but comfy little dress that went to mid thigh. It was one of my favorites. As I was straightening out my dress and hair, Marla came into the bedroom wearing a black denim mini skirt and a cute, red babydoll tee. She looked so cute! She gently reached in and kissed me deeply, swirling her tongue in my mouth and getting my juices flowing. "I want you to have a good time tonight, babe," she said. "I will," I assured her . I decided early on that I would fuck Caleb if he was good looking. I hadn't had any for a while and I really enjoyed the thrill of fucking someone I hardly knew. It was especially exciting knowing that he was already fantasizing about me, though I would play it off like I hadn't any idea. When we arrived at the party, it became instantly clear that Marla and I stood out. Because it was her cousin's work-related party, everyone was dressed conservatively. The men were wearing slacks and polo shirts, as if they all shopped at the same place at the same time. The women were wearing suits, mostly pants suits and a few with skirts. I spotted one lady in a suit with a really short skirt. It's amazing how a "suit" can make a short skirt look professional. I walked towards her to admire her a little more closely. Her blond hair and ruby red lipstick made her look like a beauty queen. I poured a cup of coffee as I stared at her, wondering what she had on under that skirt when suddenly my perverted thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. "Oh my God!" squealed Marla. "Caleb is here!""Which one is he?" I asked, looking around. That's when it happened. The cute blond girly in the sexy little business skirt tipped the creamer over on the table, splashing a spot on my dress. "Oh!" she cried. "I'm soooo sorry!" her cute face crinkled to show genuine concern. I just wanted to kiss her sweet little ruby red lips and tell her everything was okay. "Oh, it's okay," I said with a smile. Blondie started to mop up the little spot on my dress with her napkin. "I'm so clumsy. I feel awful," she said. Her pretty little painted nails looked so delicate as her hand swiped at the stain. I was hoping her hand would reach up my skirt and touch my clit, but no luck. "Really, it's fine." I said. "You got a little on yourself actually." I brushed my hand on her butt, feeling for her panty line. Mmmm, a thong. I wonder what color. White cotton? Pretty little princess! "Oh God, thank you!" she said, thinking I was doing more than just feeling her up. By now, Marla began to notice my adventure and restated her previous exclamation. "Hello? Caleb is here!" she said. I looked over and saw him. He stood about six feet tall, dark brown hair, dark eyes and well built. He looked as though he was in his late twenties or early thirties, a little older than I was used to. Not like that was a problem, mind you. And he was definitely good looking. I instantly began to envision living out his fantasies and imagined myself sucking on his hard cock. I had to have this guy, I had to have him tonight and I was pretty sure I was going to get him. I strolled over his way attempting to look like I belonged. As I approached, he quickly locked-on to me, and watched me as if he were [censored]. I walked right up to him, his eyes getting wider as I got closer. "Hi. Sarah," I said as I extended my hand. He took my hand and replied, "Caleb." He seemed surprised. He wasn't expecting me. I looked over at Marla who seemed quite obviously amused by his reaction. "Caleb. Is this stain on my dress noticeable?" I asked him. This was the invitation he needed. His eyes scanned me from bottom to top, then again from top to bottom. "I don't see it," he said. I stepped one leg out and pushed my hip towards him. "Above them," I said. His eyes locked on my thigh. "Yeah, I see it. It's hardly noticeable.""It's very noticeable to me," I said. "Think you can help me wash it out?" He paused before answering. "Yeah. Sure.""Great!" I said. "Follow me." I made my way through the hallway of Marla's cousin's house. I had actually never been here before and wasn't even polite enough to seek out her cousin to introduce myself. Nevertheless, I was seeking out her master bedroom to fuck this handsome stranger. We walked into the bedroom and went directly to the bathroom. Caleb followed me in and I closed the door behind him. Without delay, I wrapped my arms around him and began kissing him passionately. His hand immediately went up my dress and clenched my ass. Our tongues entangled for an eternity and I broke our embrace, biting him softly on his lower lip. "You saw me before?" I asked him. "Yes," he said. "Julie's wedding shower?""Yes," he confirmed. "What was I wearing?" I asked him. "Black miniskirt," he said. Funny. Guys love mini skirts. You can put two of the sexiest identical twins in front of a guy. They can both be equally beautiful, but one is in a pair of pants and the other is in a short skirt. If given a choice, he'll fuck the one in the short skirt. I once dated a guy with a fetish for short skirts. The sex was wild. Men love it. And that's why I have exactly two pairs of jeans and countless short skirts. And trust me girls, I get fucked whenever I want it. Caleb was about to find that out. We began kissing again and Caleb's hands went right up my dress. His fingers were toying with my panties and soon enough he began to slide them down. I stepped out of my panties and the kissing resumed. His strong hands spread my cheeks apart which happened to feel fabulous! He pushed my dress up to my waist which I grabbed to hold up for him as his face went straight to my pussy. I became instantly wet with anticipation. I felt his hot breath on my clit and became a thousand times more aroused. His tongue brushed my cunt slowly but powerfully, sweeping me from my tight, wet hole to my clit. I almost purred. He did this twice more, making me almost scream with delight. He reached up and put my right leg on his shoulder, exposing more of my cunt to his mouth. To my surprise, Caleb began to tongue my asshole which was simply an amazing feeling. "Oh fuck! Lick my asshole, baby! Mmmmm tongue my asshole!" I said. It got me even more excited saying it out loud. I opened my eyes and looked straight ahead, getting a wild view of our activity in the mirror on the shower door. I looked like a slut, holding my dress up for this stranger while his tongue swept across my asshole and pussy. Without any warning at all, I began to feel an orgasm rip through me. My ass and pussy were so sensitive that I almost let out a squeal as I came. My breathing became intensified and I squatted to my knees to get to Caleb's cock. He was jerking himself off as he sucked my pussy, so his cock was already rock hard and in my face. I grabbed it with one hand and opened it wide. I wet my mouth as much as possible and put his hard dick in my face. "Oh yeah! I knew I'd get you some day, you fucking slut," he said. "Suck that dick, whore." I loved that he was talking this way. I went to the party to be a whore, so it was exciting hearing it playing out. I didn't want to object to what he was saying because it was obviously his fantasy and it seemed to heighten his excitement. I ran my tongue along his shaft and quickly put it back in my mouth to continue sucking him off. His cock was slick with my saliva and I jerked him off steadily while he fucked my slutty face. "Oh, yeah. Take that fucking dick in your mouth, bitch," he said. Mmmm, he could cum in my mouth right now and I wouldn't be disappointed. "Get up. I want to fuck you." he told me. I got up off my knees and before I could even situate myself, he sat me down on the counter, spread my legs and thrust his hard cock inside me. "Oh yeah!" I cried. I really loved the feel of his cock inside me. "Yeah, you like that baby," he said. "You like taking my dick, slut." His talking really got him off and he began pumping me pretty hard. The feel of his cock was amazing, filling me to the max. I had been longing for a hard cock for quite a while and Caleb was filling that void quite nicely. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, slightly changing the pressure points in my cunt which sent me over the edge. "Yeah, you cum a lot baby," he told me. He fucked me even harder, making my ass cheeks squeak as I slid backwards on the counter top with every thrust. "Wait, wait," I said. "I'm going to fall into the sink.""Can't have that," he said. He picked me up off the counter and spun me around. Somewhat roughly, he bent me over and thrust his cock towards my pussy. I was actually caught by surprise when he quickly shoved his cock inside me, catching myself with my hands on the counter. "Ooooh God!" I moaned. As Caleb fucked me doggy-style, he began rummaging through the bathroom drawers and cabinets that were within reach. It was no matter to me, he was fucking me like a king and I could care less whether or not he was distracted. His cock was so long and hard that I could feel it touching my cervix with every thrust. I was hoping to feel his cock cum inside me. I loved the feel of sticky semen in my cunt and I was building up the courage to ask him to fill me with cum when he suddenly stopped fucking me. In the mirror, I could see him lubing his cock with whatever he found in the bathroom and I knew what was going to happen next. He pulled me back a little ways to reposition me for his next move. I felt the tip of his lubed cock at my entrance and felt slight pressure as he began to push his way inside. Slowly, inch by inch, he worked his cock into me until he had buried it to the hilt. I looked up in the mirror to see his sex crazed look on his face as he crammed his hard cock into me wondering if he would let his load of cum loose in my pussy. His thrusts became deeper and faster, his breathing became more rapid as his cock slid in and out of me. I figured it was time and I made my request. "Cum inside me, baby!""Oh, fuck that, whore!" he cried. He removed his hard cock from me and forced me to my knees with one hand, jerking himself off with the other. I took the queue, opened my mouth and lunged forward to suck his cock. He stopped me dead in my tracks and held my head to prevent me from getting my mouth on his cock. Suddenly, he started to cum, and he was loaded! Hot jets of spunk sprayed my face. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't keep it neat and clean and he saw to that. He came all over my chin, neck and tits spraying only a little of his cum in my mouth. One really large stream of cum sprayed from my upper lip all the way to my hairline, another shooting right into my hair. I held my mouth open, holding out my tongue so he could see the river of spunk pooling on my tongue. "I knew I would get you someday. You're the hottest slut I've ever seen." he said. I wouldn't set out for a night like that all the time, but I really enjoyed it that night. If only you could always pick and choose when to be a slut, life would be good.

Chapter 4 A sexual encounter with a stranger (1)

It was a dark rainy night, and Carl Watkins was riding home on the bus. He could only think of the cold, lonely apartment that awaited him, of the lonely dinner in front of the TV. He just happened to look up during his dull musings and that's when he saw her looking at him. She was of medium height, dark glossy hair pulled into a ponytail. She had a beautiful figure and was dressed in a tailored suit. Without thinking about it, Carl got up and walked over to her and asked if he could sit down beside her. She nodded. As Carl sat down, she looked at him with such intensity and desire that he almost missed the seat. After Carl had sat down she reached over and placed her hand on his thigh. Not knowing what to do exactly, he put his hand on hers. Continuing to look at him with intense desire, she said, "I need someone tonight. Will you help me?" Carl swallowed and replied, "Sure, what can I do for you?". Even though he already suspected what she wanted. "Get off at the next stop with me" she said and looked away from him. They got off at the next stop and walked down the street in the rain to a small hotel. She said in a small, commanding voice, "Please check us in and please don't ask any questions.". As Carl went to check in, he wondered about her strong desire for a stranger. As they were going up the elevator she said, ''Pretend you're my lover and this is our anniversary of our first date. And please, no questions, just play the part". Carl wondered at this little role-playing but still complied with her request. They walked down the hall to the room as lovers would, in each other's arms, trying to be as close to each other as possible. As they got to the room, she said, "Give me a couple of minutes, then I'll let you in". Carl let her in the room and waited. Five minutes later she called and he let himself in. She was moving around the room in pink, almost transparent underwear. The room was white and pale gray with green fittings in the bathroom. The bed was broad enough for a whole orgy it seemed. The broad windows looked down into the street where an occasional neon light flashed in the distance. Slowly undressing, he looked her over appreciatively. She moved towards him and twirled round in a little pirouette in front of him. "How's that?", she asked. Through the tight, high-holding brassiere he could see her erect nipples, darker than the surrounding skin which pushed it outwards in a balloon-like tautness. Pink panties held her butt in a tight embrace like another layer of skin, revealing half of the orbs, and through the front he saw her clean shaven pussy. His heart started to beat faster. "Lovely", Carl said, "But I want to see them off". "Why? Am I making you hot?", she asked with a sensual laugh. He just smiled and took off his clothes. As soon as he removed his boxers, his cock shot up stiffly into the air. "You're really quite an athlete," she said, looking over his body and then letting her dark eyes rest on his stiff member. "I hope you're capable of a good athletic performance". Carl smirked, then moved towards her and said, "You're very beautiful even with them on, I hope seeing them off isn't a disappointment". "It won't be", she said enticingly. Carl reached for her and she moved into his arms, hot and sweet-smelling. She was one of those women who, as soon as a man touches her, seems to melt to a jelly, to tremble and whimper with excitement. He felt her body shivering against him as he unhooked the brassiere and heard her murmur with unrestrained passion. The bra came away and fell to the floor and now he felt her plump, soft breasts against him with the nipples pushing heavily and digging in my chest. "Oh, Oh", she murmured as he ran his hands in a long caress over her back, bringing his fingertips up her spine and then moving them around to feel her breasts, soft and smooth under the palms of his hands. Carl squeezed them gently and massaged the nipples, which grew hard and erect under his gentle manipulation. "Oh babe", she whispered. She was trembling from head to toe. He could feel her thighs trembling against his cock, which was snuggled against the soft heat of her pussy. He ran his hands down her back and gently pushed and pulled the panties down over her ass, feeling them slide reluctantly off her hips. She gave a little wriggle of help and then shook her thighs so that they slipped down and fell to the floor. Gasping a little, she stepped out of them, leaving them in a pink, crumpled pile on the floor, forgotten. Carl rubbed her bottom gently in a little, circle gesture over the crack which separated the two cheeks. She began to wriggle against him and put her arms around his neck, murmuring little animal noises all the time. Cupping her butt in his hands, pushing them and her up slightly against his body. He moved his fingers between her legs from behind, revelling in the moist flesh he found there. "Oh, I can't stand it!" she said hotly. She pulled his face down and crushed her lips with bruising force against his. Opening her lips wide then pushed her tongue into his mouth. She gave little whimpers all the time as he pressed and rubbed against her. Her tongue seemed to fill his mouth, reaching down his throat.