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Alone at the Office

I am working late at the office so you decide to bring me dinner. The door is locked so you tap lightly. I come out of one of the other offices into the main lobby. You can tell by the look on my face I look like I have already had a very long stressful day. I had not heard you tap on the glass door, I am so in thought about work, you tap again and it startles me out of my deep thoughts. I walk over to the door and you can physically watch the stress from the day drain away from my face and body, just seeing you. I unlock the door and step aside as you swing it open just enough for you to slide through. It’s a cold evening so I wrap my arms around myself to keep the chills from outside away. It doesn’t help, I start to shake from the cold. You see me shiver and walk over to me and ask me what is wrong. I tell you that I am cold and you say “come here, let me warm you up”. I walk over to you and you open the lapels of the coat that you are wearing as an invitation to wrap my arms around you and let you hold me to make me warm. With one arm around my back holding the two of us inside your jacket, the other one starts to stroke my hair, pulling back the small curls that have fallen to my face throughout the day. Your touch is so gentle that I barely feel your fingers. The clip that was holding my hair back is now in your hand as you set it down on the desk next to us. You unwind the length of my hair and let it cascade down my back, onto the arm still holding me against you. I feel so safe in your arms that I close my eyes and start to lean into your body more. You put your finger under my chin and pull my face up to yours for a kiss that makes my whole body shiver, but not from the cold. As you pull your lips away from mine, I moan longing for more. You ask me if I was hungry and I tell you that I haven’t eaten all day. You tell me to stay right where I am and go out the your truck for the picnic basket dinner that you brought, complete with mink blanket for the floor, candles for light, and a bottle of wine. You come back inside and I am standing waiting for you, shivering from the cold again. You lock the office door and take my hand, I follow you into my office. You shut the door, and lock it so that no one can interrupt us… just in case someone returns to the office tonight. You leave me long enough to lay out the blanket, light the candles and pour me a glass of wine. You take off your coat, kick off your cowboy boots, take my hand and lead me to the blanket to sit down. As I sit down you notice the look on my face from finally being off my feet. You take my legs, one at a time, to slide my four inch heels off my feet. I lean back and watch, sipping on my wine, you start to massage my feet. It is so relaxing that I lean against the desk for support and close my eyes. You put my feet back on the blanket and realize that I must have dozed off, because I don’t move. You take off you shirt and crawl over to where I am leaning against the desk, take the wine glass from my hand and softly kiss my lips. Sliding your hand under my blouse to feel my stomach and reach around my back to unclasp my bra. I feel the heat from your hand and lips and I start to stir. I open my eyes
and you look at me and smile… You tell me how beautiful I look completely relaxed. You sit back, take my legs and put them on either side of your hips, wrap my arms around your neck, your arms around my waist and tell me to hold on. You lift me onto your lap and stand up, carry me over to the end of the desk and sit me down. You unbutton my blouse and slide it down my shoulders… following it’s path with your tongue and lips. Again I shiver but not from the cold. My bra, having already been unclasped slides right down my arms. It is so chilly in the office that my nipples are hard. You reach down and take one into your mouth, rolling it between your teeth, flicking it with your tongue. You leave that one and go to the other one. You are standing between my knees as I sit on the edge of the desk. I reach up and start to unbutton your pants. God I love you in tight jeans. As I pull them down off your hips your manhood is staring my straight in the face. Hard as a rock, dribbling a little bit of come out of the tip. I reach with my tongue and lick the tip. You reach and grab a handful of my hair. I take your
cock into my hand and start to lick up and down, I put it in my mouth and slowly start to pull it down my throat. With your hand on the back of my neck, you help to guide it down my throat. You throw your head back and groan with ecstacy. The feel of my tongue ring drives you wild as I go up and down the entire length of your cock. You pull away. Your pants have fallen to the floor now and you kick them off. You stand me up and take my pants off of me. You lay me down on the blanket and lay down beside me. You take your finger tips and lightly run them over every part of me that you can reach. Teasing, touching but not letting your fingers linger in any one area. Lightly you touch my pussy lips, I cry out for you “aahhhhh Ron, touch me please” you slide your finger tip through my slit and find my clit, rub it, and work your way to the opening just a short distance away… burning for your touch. You find it and with no warning you insert two fingers, not to worry, you knew that I would be wet for you. As those fingers worked thier way in and out, I arched my back in pleasure. You pull them out and I moan. You look at me and ask me if I trust you… I tell you that I do, I know you would not hurt me. You had not let me see into your basket and you reach for it now,
pulling out a vibrator about 8 inches long. I ask what you have planned for it and you shake your head no at me. You pull out a blindfold and cover my eyes with it. Once done you start to tickle my whole body with the vibrator. Finally you get to the part of me that yearns to be touched, wants to feel full with your cock inside of me. Again you ask me if I trust you, and I say “yes” you pull my legs apart and start to work the vibrator into my pussy, the vibrations send me over the edge and I start to scream. You fuck me with it like I have never felt before. Twisting, pulling, shoving, licking my clit as you fuck me. “Omg I am going to cum
all over it.” You pull it out of me and thrust your cock into me so deep that I slide up on the blanket. As you fuck me and my pussy covers your cock with it’s juice, you pull out of me and turn me over to my stomach and pull my hips up off the floor. You insert your finger into my pussy and let it get nice and wet, you take it out and start to play with my asshole. I arch my back in surprise, and you tell me it will be ok, and to relax. You feel my muscles start to relax, and inserted your finger deeper into me. Once adjusted to your finger being inside of me you slip the tip of your cock into me, again I arch my back You tell me again to relax
and reach for the lube bottle in the basket. Pouring the lube onto my ass and the tip of your cock, it helps it to slide better. You push into me inch by inch, slowly, playing with my clit as you fill my ass with your cock. Finally all the way in to my ass, you give me the vibrator and tell me to put it in my pussy and turn it on. I reach between my legs and fill my pussy with the vibrator. You pull out a bit and thrust back into me… causing the vibrator to go deeper into my pussy. OMG the feeling is creating something that I have never felt before. Having both of my holes filled at the same time… You feeling the vibrations on your cock start to thrust deeper and harder into me… Telling me that you are going to cum, you want me to cum with you. You pull the vibrator out of my pussy and fill it with your cock, and fill my ass with the vibrator. You are fucking me so hard I can feel your balls hit my clit and it sends me over the edge again… “oh Ron, omg, fuck me, don’t stop, fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop. You pulled the vibrator out of me. I reach back and grab your thighs and pull your body to mine as you cum all over inside my pussy and pull out long enough to thrust into my ass and cum in my ass too. As we colapse to the floor, you pull the blanket over us and kiss me softly. You tell me that I am amazing. Wrap your arms around me and hold me until we fall into a light sleep together.

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Playing House

Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Consensual, Drunk/Drugged, Reluctant, Fiction, Sharing, Incest, Mother/Son, Father/Daughter, Humiliation, Rough, First, Masturbation

Innocent Alice

This is just a rough copy of an original piece, thought I’d try something new completely. Inbox me or comment your thoughts on it? depending on the remarks I may well finish it.

The Sideline Story

THE SIDELINE STORY
Chococat blanket around her frame, popcorn in her lap, book to her left and a TV playing an episode of Silent Library. It wasn’t the way she wanted to spend her Saturday night but frankly she wasn’t about to go anywhere or do anything out in this weather—rain could be heard all throughout the dorm hall and unlike every other night that was filled with bumping bass from the neighboring dorms, and laughing and running down the hallway, it was quieter than usual. Everyone was either already in bed or they were preparing to go. Lucky them. With Chemistry homework due for her afternoon class, she had to get it all done and there wouldn’t be any sleeping for her. At least not for now. She’d have to deal with that though—she knew it was due and she procrastinated.
She popped a kernel between her lips and chewed, as she penciled in another answer, not feeling up to the task of doing her work although she was only two pages to go until completion. Scratching her head only briefly, she adjusted the head scarf that held up the shortened, nearly faded sides of her head. She had decided to do something new since she was coming back to campus for the fall after a year’s hiatus. Much to her mother’s pleasure, she didn’t care what she did. “Cut your hair! Do it—get a tattoo. Hell, get your clit pierced, as long as it means you’re going back to school!” With a shift in her position she just about regretted taking all that advice to heart. It heightened everything, that piercing.
She yawned slowly before she heard the iPhone indication—reaching for it, she yawned before she unlocked the phone and tilted her head at the message. You alone?
With the smallest of smiles and a small warmth in the pit of her stomach she quickly shot a text back. She didn’t know why he’d even ask—he knew she was alone. She sighed as she got up, and went to unlock the door to her dorm. Seeing as her roommate would be a hoe come rain or shine, she was once again alone for the night. At least until he came through.
She closed her book, knowing she wouldn’t be doing anymore studying for the night; she could cram and try to finish in the morning. Running a hand through that bush of curls on top of her head, before she adjusted the wife beater she had on. Finishing her popcorn, she went to throw the bag away, before she heard the doorknob jiggle. She rose an eyebrow as she turned around, sticking out her hip and watching the door open. “So you assume I’m home alone now?” She asked, and she looked up at his stature, not much separating them height wise but he was still nonetheless intimidating.
Big brown eyes staring back at her green ones, a smile tugged at his lips as he shrugged, locking the door. Turning towards her he pushed his glasses farther up his nose before approached her and leaned forward to peck her lips, to get a minimum response—she didn’t attempt to kiss him back. “Shannon.” He frowned, and she crossed her arms.
“Sir.” She answered back and he placed a hand on the nape of her back. She gnawed at the corner of her lip and she didn’t give in, even after he kissed her again. “Okay, okay.” She grinned as she wrapped arms around his neck, and he lifted her up off of the ground.
The walk from the living quarters of the double suite, to her bedroom, was short lived, but her lips never left his before he closed the door with his foot, laying her back against the bed. His fingertips slid down her arms and to the hem of her cotton shorts, sliding them down along with her plain white underwear. He grunted, taking a deep breath of her anticipation and he threw her a devious smile. “You act too much for me.”
“What?” She asked, lifting her upper half from the mattress, letting him lift the black wife beater from off of her body, throwing it to the floor before he leaned in and kissed the crook of her neck, leaving nothing but heat to travel from the point of contact throughout her chocolate skin.
“You always act like you don’t want me…need me,” He mumbled against her skin, limber fingers gently slipping off the lavender bra straps that held her c-cup breasts. “You know we need each other,” He said softly, and she grunted as his teeth gently sunk into her skin, only doing enough to make sensations—he knew the rules. No marks, no hickies.
“I don’t need you,” She protested, but that only followed with a moan as his hands reached behind to unclasp the bra, making her back arch with every quiet ‘click’ that led her one step closer to total nudity.
And just like that, she was unwrapped before him like a Hershey’s bar. and he planned to eat every part of it.
“Don’t need me, huh?” He tilted his head slightly, a smile gracing his features along with those dimples she had come to be very fond of. She huffed as he slipped off his glasses, only to take off his shirt. Looking at his body, marked like a wall in the neighborhood she grew up in, she reached up, touching his chest as he slid his glasses back on. “You sure you don’t?” He asked her, and she slightly pouted, already thick lips now looking thicker than ever.
“You’re here for a good nut and conversation. Don’t flatter yourself.” She said with a kiss to the back of his ear, and he shuddered as he gripped her thighs, wrapping his legs around his waist. He could feel her wet and waiting prize right against his stomach.
“You’re selling me short again Shan,” He warned her, as he rolled them over to put her in a position of power—a position she so desperately wanted, but didn’t seem to know how to grasp in his eyes. Watching her behind his frames, she undid the belt on his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping with fluid motion that almost seemed like artwork in motion. God, she was beautiful. Even as her emerald pools glittered at the sight of his penis springing to life from the confines of his cotton boxers; he knew that’s the only time she ever truly had a look of surprise, although they had been together many times before. “It’s not gonna change.” He teased her, and she frowned.
“Shut up,” She chuckled before she reached for her dresser, grabbing a gold wrapped condom. Carefully opening it, she examined it, inch for inch before it was applied to him, and she bit her lip as she aligned herself with him, slowly lowering herself upon it.
A slight grunt left his lips as he reached upwards, and let his hands slowly cup her breasts as she began to rock her hips against his dick, her hips slowly winding to a silent rhythm that seemed to be only heard by the two. He watched her, even amidst his rising lust and libido; he always made her look him in the eyes when they fucked…for his own personal reasons.
“Shit,” She mumbled as she continued to grind against him, her walls taking every centimeter of the Nine inches he acquired. She let out another moan as his left hand left her breast, sliding gently down her abdomen and to the pierced nub that was now hard and stiff from arousal. Rubbing it with his index and middle fingers, he smiled like a small child as she writhed and bucked above his body. “Baby stop,” She whined, not wanting to reach a climax just yet.
He merely chuckled as she continued to ride him, until he could see her thighs clenching. Her walls followed suit and he let out a low growl, narrowing his eyes but not taking them off of her. “Fuck, milk my shit girl,” He demanded lowly, and she bit her lip as her body worked like a machine, continuing to let her walls massage and squeeze his piece. The temperature of the room seemed to heighten with every second, the strokes went longer and stronger, and Shannon was visibly in a state of ecstasy to the point that her body fell on top of his, her lower half still grinding and rocking against his dick. Chocolate tones now mixed within sweat, sex, and caramel complexion, the moment seemed just about perfect. Every movement sent each closer to their peak of love.
“Cum for me,” She moaned, already knowing he was close by the way he throbbed within her. He groaned as he gripped her ass, pulling the cheeks apart slowly as he came into the condom. Although spent for the moment, he continued to let her hips rock until he felt her body tremble on top of his. Her juices slid out of her and he watched her in silence as she lifted herself off and began to lick the juices off the condom.
He shook his head with a closed smile—she was so vulgar in bed and it amused him because compared to the façade she held outside with other students was, her kinky attitude was impressive and also extreme. She pulled off the condom and straddled him backwards, dripping wet pussy now dead in his face. With no hesitation, he pulled her bottom half to his mouth and let his tongue roam where it could, paying extra attention to her sensitive, pierced nub. He groaned softly at the feeling of her warm, wet mouth against his dick, bobbing up and down at a firm and steady pace. Her tongue slid all around his shaft and paid extensive mind to the vein on the back of his dick. Her hands skillfully fondled his balls, her manicured nails gently running themselves along the skin.
A knock on the door interrupted the whole moment. He swore that her roommate was long gone for the night. “Shannon? You sleep?” The girl’s voice was pretty sedity and light and it matched his view on her perfectly.
“…Yeah I just laid down,” Shan took long enough time to come for air to answer the girl.
“Okay, just wanted to let you know I was in. And Julian left a message on the machine—you can read it in the morning,” She said, and he rolled his eyes slowly. What a way to ruin the moment; bring up that pussy of a boyfriend.
“Okay, thanks Tiara.” She said, and waited to hear the door close, before she went back to working on what she had started.
He just shook his head, before he let his mouth latch back onto her mound, his tongue waggling around in blissful ignorance although his mind was racing. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to do this. He had already fucked around and fell into a deep like…

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Defenders of Varigoss: Chapter 1

This is the first part of an original serialized fantasy story featuring a considerable amount of sex and violence. Think of it like ThunderCats or He-Man, but with sex, bondage and rape.

When Girls Drink too Much

WHEN GIRLS DRINK TOO MUCH………….
1. They have absolutely no idea where their purse is. 
2. They believe that dancing with their arms overhead and wiggling their butt while yelling ‘woo-hoo!’ is truly the sexiest dance move around.
3. They’ve suddenly decided that they want to kick someone’s butt and honestly believe they could do it too.  
4. In their last trip to pee, they realize that they now look more like a homeless hooker than the goddess they were just four hours ago.
5. They start crying and telling everyone they see that they love them sooooo much.
6. They get extremely excited and jump up and down every time a new song play’s because ‘oh my god! I love this song!’
7. They’ve found a deeper/spiritual side to the geek sitting next to them.
8. They’ve suddenly taken up smoking and become really good at it.
9. They yell at the bartender, who they believe cheat them by giving them just lemonade, but that’s just because they can no longer taste the chardonnay.
10. They think they are in bed, but their pillow feels strangely like the kitchen floor (or the mop … Or the bathmat?). 
11. They fail to notice that the toilet lid’s down when they sit on it.
12. They take their shoes off because they believe it’s their fault that they’re having problems walking straight.

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Guitar Man

“Don’t let anyone tell you that older men are not hot and sexy. Just because they are gray on the mountain does not mean there is no fire in the furnace!”

Letter to Santa – A Holiday Story

The real reason Grandma got married on Christmas Day. Every year Grandpa answers the question, “Why did you and grandma get married on Christmas Day?” This year, gramps gives the true answer

Uncle tim at my wedding part 2

I am glad so many liked part 1. I hope you enjoy this one as well. Thanks for the encouragement. Feel free to send me messages about my story and even ideas. Remember I am not a professional writer. So telling me my grammar is a little bad is something I have heard all my life. I really try my best to write well but that is just no in my DNA.

THE AMOROUS ADVENTURES OF JULIANA L., PART 2(B)

In the earlier part of this account, Juliana and her friend Dina went on holiday to Dina’s parents’ farm. There, Dina’s free-spirited and exhibitionist sister informed the girls to go out because her boyfriend was coming over.
Once again, this is a true story, with identities and settings changed to protect the innocent.