Fucking Sarah’s Feet

Sarah was still asleep when I woke up – early (4:00 – I am on east coast time).  She was curled up next to me naked.  I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Her dark hair spilled across the pillow.  The covers were wrapped around her body. She was lying on her side – her hip a gentle curve under the white sheet.  Her feet poked out over the side of the bed.  The sight of them, white, pale mottled with pink and red painted toes turned me on to no end.

 

My dick is hard and bobbing and swaying between my legs.  I stepped to the edge of the bed and knelt on the floor.  Softly, I kissed the wrinkled sole of Sarah’s foot.  She flinched slightly in her sleep.  I ran my tongue along her foot, starting to stroke myself.  She stirred.  I smattered her feet and toes with my lips and tongue, waking her gradually with my kisses.  She laughed and told me I was tickling her.

 

“Did I tell you,” I asked, as I sucked each of her long toes, “how sexy you are?  I mean every inch of you?”  She laughed again and told me I hadn’t.  I kissed her feet some more and assured her that she was.  ”Every bit of you turns me on – every inch of your skin turns me on so much.  Just look at your feet,” I said, stroking them gently, “they’re perfect.”  I kissed her toes again and told her I wanted her to jerk me off with her feet.  

 

She propped herself up on her elbow, look at me a little askance, and yawned  ”Really?,” she asked.  I stood up to let her see my dick.  Pointing down I said, “what do you think?”  She smiled and said OK.  I went back into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of the hotel moisturizer.  ”This should work fine,” I said, sitting on the bed and unscrewing the cap.

 

“I’ve never done this before,” she confessed, “so I might not be very good at it.”  I told her not to worry and to lie on her back.  I squired some of the cream onto her feet and massaged it into her skin.  ”That feels nice,” she sighed.  I stoked myself, brought the soles of her feet together and slid myself between them.  ”Your feet feel fantastic on me,” I said.  She began to move her feet up and down my dick.  ”That’s great,” I said, “keep rubbing me like that.”

 

Sarah’s legs were bent and the knees and spread open.  From where I sat, she looked gorgeous.  She pulled the covers off and slid a hand down to her pussy, rubbing herself lazily.  ”You look pretty hot down there doing that,” she said, two fingers circling her clit, “it’s pretty exciting for me too.”  She put a finger inside her and pulled it out to show me it was wet.

 

“Mmmm,” I smiled, “I’m glad it turns you on.  Your going to make me cum soon.”  Told her I was going to cum on her feet and that I’d love to see her lick them clean.  She giggled.  ”I’ll see if I can get them up to my mouth, OK?  If I can then your on.”  I reached for her pussy and slid two fingers inside.  As soon as I came I wanted to burry my mouth against her to make her cum as well.

 

I was just about to cum and pulled my dick from between her feet.  I started stroking myself until jets of cum sprayed across her toes and the top of her feet – dribbling between her toes and down around her sole.  She was rubbing herself faster now.  I groaned as the cum continued flowing out of me and onto her.  She grabbed her right leg – which was the one that had received most of the load – and pulled it to her mouth.  She was able to do it and I watched as she sucked and licked the cum from her foot and between her toes.

 

I lay between her legs and began kissing and licking her clit.  She was so wet.  I slid two fingers in and sucked the wet from her.  She pulled her leg to her face harder and rocked her hips against my face.  Soon I could hear her moaning and looked up to see her swollen lips part.  I felt the spasm of her orgasm on my face and hand.  I pushed my lips and tongue as deep into her as I could, enjoyed the sensation.  She bucked and came and stopped and panted.

 

“That was a nice way to wake up,” she said.  I slid up the bed, kissing her stomach, breasts and neck along the way to her mouth.  I kissed her mouth and agreed with her.  ”We have hours before we need to get up,” I said, “let’s sleep some more and dream of new ways to wake each other up.”  Sarah laughed and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close.  ”That sounds like a great idea,” she murmured as she rested her face on my neck.  I stroked her head until I heard her breathing switch to the regular pattern of sleep then drifted off myself.

Imagining you masturbating

I woke up early today – before 5:00.  I’d make love last night – it was fast and fun and hard and satisfying; fueled, in part, by the excitement generated by writing for you yesterday.  Lying there in the dark, staring up at the blank white ceiling above me, I imagine you at your computer reading what I wrote.

 

I imagine your excitement slowly building as you read my words – your eyes slowly scanning across the screen as I describe our imagined meeting.  I picture you scrolling down the page, chewing your lovely lips – and beginning to feel wet between your legs.  What happens as your excitement builds?  I can only imagine.

 

I picture you breath growing soft and shallow, you left hand brushing your breast as it drops between you legs.  You absently touch yourself – lightly at first but then with more pressure and a growing purpose and urgency.  When you finish reading, I imagine you smiling, sitting back and spreading your legs.

 

Excited now and wanting to cum, I see you walking – tall and lovely – into the bathroom and starting the shower.  Imagining this – you there naked in the warm water with your hand between your legs – makes me excited and hard.  I reach between my own legs and stroke myself.

 

In my imagination I watch you masturbate.  Lifting one foot to the edge of the tub to spread yourself – alternately rubbing your clit and sliding your fingers inside.  I picture the water running through your hair and over your shoulders and back and you lean forward.

 

Now I imagine you getting down onto the floor of the tub, the water splashing on you round white breasts and stomach, you legs splayed, your fingers rubbing, the water washing over you.  I continue to rub myself – breathing harder there in the dark – imagining I am standing there in the bathroom watching you.

 

My excitement is matching yours.  As you get closer to an orgasm you laugh as though you’re being tickled (who says we can’t tickle ourselves) and a smile spreads across your face as you cum.  Your chest trembles and your toes stretch and spread.

 

I imagine being there too, cumming there with you, streams of cum arching in the air and landing on your body.  On your breasts and face and thighs and stomach.  The warm water of the shower continues splashing down on you, washing away my cum; but not your beautiful smile.

Sex at a party

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The rain stopped a few hours ago and the streets are wet. As I get closer to the party, I can hear the music booming. I love nights like this. I’m keeping my fingers crossed that Emily will be there. Asking her was a total shot in the dark but I’m into her and it seems mutual.

I pull the door open and step inside. The stairs are crowded with people standing, smoking. I walk upstairs. The big double doors are open and the loft is crowded – even if she is here it’s going to take good luck to find her. I move to the makeshift bar to grab a drink. I see her right away, standing near the bar herself, scanning the room. Looking for me I hope.

She’s wearing jeans that show off her ass and hips. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve imagined having my hands around her waist, inside her from behind. She’s wearing her brown leather jacket that I’ve seen her wear a thousand times, and a black turtleneck. Her hair is pulled back in a big honey blond bunch. Even in the relative dark I can see she is wearing makeup – which isn’t usual for her. I wonder if she’s made a special effort for me.

She still hasn’t seen me as I step closer. I brush against her and she starts. When she sees it’s me her face breaks into a huge beautiful smile. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she says, “I don’t think I know anyone.” I smile and lean in to kiss her. We’ve never kissed before and I’ve wanted to so much. Her lips are warm and soft against mine – and open – her tongue presses against mine and into my mouth, I can feel and taste the metal stud in the middle of it. I imagine how it would feel on my cock. Touching my tongue, it feels so firm and alive in my mouth.

My tongue is in her mouth, passing over hers and feeling her cheek. The moment of a first kiss – how unforgettable. We pull away from each other. My dick is throbbing. “Good to see you too,” I say. She laughs a little. “Well,” she says, trying to catch her breath and perhaps collect her thoughts, “well, that was unexpected – but welcome.” She arches an eyebrow at me. I tell her she looks great. I can see her blushing. “I wasn’t sure you’d take me up on coming,” I say. I put my arm around her and pull her close – side to side.

I don’t really know Emily. She and I take the same train into the city every morning and over the past few months have often chatted on the platform or on the train. I remember the first time I saw her, in the winter, she was wearing a long black down coat and a long black scarf that covered most of her face. She wore a knitted orange hat and had a huge bag on her back. All I could really see of her at first that morning were her green eyes.

The train had been packed that day and she and I stood near the door, each of us taking turns trying to close it as other passengers got on or off. As we rode she unwrapped herself. First unwinding her scarf and showing a pale and delicate and beautiful face. Her skin was white and pink, her mouth small but full. She had two posts on the right side of her nose. She laughed as we struggled with the door and her eyes creased in a wonderful way. She pulled her hair out of her hat – it was pretty and long and blonde. Not bright or brassy, but warm and golden. For the rest of the ride I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

We make our way into the middle of the room. The music is so loud that we can’t hear each other. Our being here – so far from the context of the train – and our kiss, have made me wild for her. My eyes are on hers and we dance. We keep coming together and touching – sometimes accidentally, sometimes tentatively, sometimes purposefully – always in ways that excite me. She comes close again and presses against me, rubbing herself on my thigh. We kiss again and my hands are on her waist pulling her to me.

I move my mouth to her ear. She is wearing small oval turquoise earrings that hang. I kiss her ear and whisper to her that I want her. She responds by grinding herself against me harder and kissing my neck. She’s making my dick so hard the way she’s rubbing her pussy on my that I could almost cum in my pants. I slide my hands up her sides – squeezing her – and then to her tits. I can’t stand it in here any more, I just want to get the fuck out and into Emily’s pants.

We’re kissing hard now. I love the smell of her this close to me. I feel dizzy. The room is hot and loud and there’s barely any air. I take her by the hand and head off, looking for a quiet spot where we can be together. She tells me she’s wet. I tell her I want to taste her pussy. We’re almost running now. We find another door in the back of the space. It leads into a corridor. It’s bright and empty. There are a handful of doors. I try one after another – all are locked. Finally, one is open. It’s a janitors closet. We push each other in.

In a second I am on my knees in front of Emily, scrambling to get her pants down. She is leaning against the wall, breathing heavily, stroking my hair. I manage to get her pants down to her knees. Her panties are pulled and twisted from her rubbing on me. They are also wet. I plant my mouth onto her crotch and begin sucking the wet through them. She moans and pushes herself into my face.

I need to feel the skin of her cunt on my mouth and so pull her panties to the side. Her pussy shines with her wet and my saliva. I lap at her and push my tongue up inside her. Her hands are on the back of my head, pushing me. She is so wet. My tongue moves in and out and around her. I kiss and lick up toward her clip. She is shaved or waxed or something and there is only hair on top. I spread the hood around her clit and begin sucking at it, pushing and licking it with my tongue.

Emily is breathing faster through her mouth. The sounds or the party are barely reaching us in the bright empty hallway. I push two fingers in her and begin rubbing her inside while I lick her clit. I can feel the muscles of her pussy squeezing against me. I shift on my feet to get closer, so I can push in further, so I can press my mouth against here tighter. She is thrusting her hips into my face harder and faster. My dick is so hard and now my balls are beginning to ache. I want to feel her cum on my face.

The way she is grinding into me and I am pushing into her hurts but I don’t care, I want to just keep eating this girls pussy until she melts. Soon I can feel her muscles tensing then relaxing, tensing then relaxing as she gets closer to an orgasm. She is moaning longer and louder now. Her pussy is flowing and clenches me, she is rigid and stops breathing. I can feel her quivering against my mouth. “Go into me,” she says. I can barely hear her. “Please, go into me.”

I look up. Her eyes are closed. Her face is flushed and red. “Turn around,” I tell her. As she does, I undo my pants and push them down. I push her jacket up and aside, exposing her ass. She has braced her arms against the wall. I slap my dick against her pussy. She drops one hand to begin rubbing her clit. I rub my head along her lips then slowly ease it into her.

The smooth skin of her pussy spreads around me as I go in. It’s so hot and wet and ready. I want to be in her for ever and I am torn between my desire to fuck her fast and wanting to make this moment last as long as possible. “Goddammit,” she says, “Fuck me, I want you to fuck me hard.” She’s made my decision for me. My hands are around her waist and I begin to fuck her hard.

She’s rubbing and slapping at herself furiously. I slide my hands up under her shirt and bra to knead her tits. I pull her up so she is standing against me. I begin kissing her hair and ears and cheek. “I want you to finish me with your mouth,” I say. Without a word, but still rubbing herself, she slips me out of her, turns, and drops to her knees.

My hands are around her head now, pulling it against me. She gags on my dick but doesn’t pull away. In fact, she presses her mouth against me further. I can feel the metal stud stroking the bottom of my dick. I am leaning against the wall now, leaning back with my eyes closed. We hear squeak of the door and music spilling out of the party. The door bangs closed and voices and footsteps are coming. I see her glancing toward the door but she doesn’t make a move.

I am about to cum. Another couple is standing at the door watching us. I ignore them. I pull my dick out of her mouth and begin stroking myself, looking at her wonderful face. “Open your mouth,” I say, “I’m going to cum.” She opens her mouth and begins licking the head of my dick. I begin to cum. The couple at the door step back, staring, holding hands, giggling. I jet of cum crosses Emily’s right cheek and lands on her ear. A second spurt is on her lips and tongue. She closes her mouth around me and suck the cum out of me – swallowing it as it comes out.

I am sweating and slump down onto the floor. Both of us are spent. The other couple is backing away awkwardly. We sit there. “Do you have a smoke,” Emily asks. I don’t I tell her. She turns to the couple still there in the hall, my cum still on her face, and asks if either of them do. He does. He passes her a cigarette as though she some dangerous animal – reaching out his arm while keeping as far from her as possible. He passes her a lighter and she lights up, thanking him. The two of them drift back into the party.

We stay on the floor, our pants around our ankles, sharing a cigarette in the closet. I reach over and wipe the cum off of her face. She takes my hand and sucks it clean. I give her a kiss. She turns and leans against me, smoking, with her head resting on my chest. “I wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you,” she says. I tell her the feeling is mutual. The door opens again and more people come out. Apparently the couple has gone in and told everyone what we were up to.

Neither of us care. When the cigarette is finished we stand up and pull out our pants before an audience. My arm is over Emily’s shoulder and down under her arm. Hers is around my waist. “Sorry folks,” she says, “show’s over.” I kiss the top of her head. “You’re fucking awesome,” I tell her, as we walk down the hall, down the stairs and onto the street.

Low Buzz, Hard Fuck

I got home late.  I worked longer than I’d planned and missed all but the last train of the night.  This time there was no one or nothing special on board.  I walked into the house.  It was after midnight and all the lights were out.  I put down my bags and walked upstairs.

When I opened our bedroom door I saw you smiling, sleeping I thought, in the light of my bedside table.  I looked at your lovely face and thought how beautiful you were and how much I love you.  I tried to be quiet so not to wake you.

In the quiet, I heard the low buzz of you vibrator.  You smiled and said you couldn’t wait.  You asked me to fuck you.  My dick was hard in an instant.  I undressed as quickly as I could – pulling my sweater, shirt and t-shirt off as one, tearing my shirt in the process.  I yanked off my pants and socks and boxers and joined you in our bed.

I was cold but under the covers  you were warm.  You spread your legs for me.  You were wet and I slid in easily.  It was warm inside you.  I started fucking you slowly but you didn’t want a slow fuck.  “Go in deep, ” you said, “go in hard.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.  I pushed your legs further apart and up toward your head; spreading you wide open.  I slid up closer to you, pressing my body against yours.  I held on to you ankles for balance and leverage.  I began fucking you harder – throwing myself against you and my dick into you.

You were gasping beneath me, pushing your vibrator against you clit, rolling your hips up to meeting me.  I could feel your body stiffen and go tense as you started to cum.  Your legs on my shoulders began to tremble.  You pulled the vibrator off yourself and slowly lowered it to the bed beside us.  You didn’t breathe.

Instead, you wee grinding against me as I slid in and out of you.  I love the way you look on your face when you cum – it is a combination of tension, relaxation and happiness.  As I looked at you face that night – flushed red and with that curious mix – I began to cum deep inside you.

My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe deeply enough.  I was hot and sweaty and my ears were buzzing.  All my weight was on you – on the backs of your thighs, pressed against my stomach, chest and shoulders.  When I caught my breath I rolled off of you, still breathing hard.

As I did I rolled onto you vibrator, turning it on again.  It tickled my back as it made that same low buzz that had greeted me when I quietly had come into the room.  We laughed, turned it off and put it away, held each other and went to sleep.

Another train, another girl, another fantasy

I always think it’s strange when people complain about public transportation. They are people who have shut themselves off from life’s little pleasures. Almost every day when I am on the train, or waiting in the station, I see a woman that appeals to me. When I used to drive, I would play a game, “I’d cum on her face,” that involved deciding whether – given the opportunity – I would shoot a load on a fellow driver’s face. It was fun but kind of boring.

Public transportation is another story. First of all, there are far more women to look at and I can see much more than their faces. Over the past few months I’ve written a number of stories about sex on trains based on the women I see. Here is a story for today about a woman on the train this morning. I’ve changed it a bit to suit my imaginings.

It is the last train of the night – the 11:35 – and it is almost empty. I find a car that is empty and sit down to read. At this time of night, most of the people getting on have been out and so are drunk to one degree or another. A woman walks into the car. She is young and staggers just a bit. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been drinking myself.

She’s probably in her twenties and very pretty. She has long brown hair and pale skin. The thing I notice first are her lips. They’re full, very full, and glossy pink. Her cheeks are high and rosy and she’s smiling to herself as she walks down the aisle. Even though the car is empty, she sits next to me. Almost immediately she begins talking.

She tells me her name is Erin and she’s just on her way home from her office holiday party. Her long black jacket is open and she’s wearing a low cut short green dress. She has on black nylons and very high heels. She is complaining about someone or another and what they did or said at the party. I say nothing.

Her phone rings. “Jesus Christ,” she says and ignores it. She turns to face me. “Do I look ugly to you?,” she asks. I tell her not at all, that she looks great. “Some fucking slut in my office said I look like shit.” “She’s probably just jealous,” I tell her, “I think you look fucking hot.” She leans forward and kisses my mouth and then sits back. “Thanks,” she says.

The train starts to move. “I’ve been drinking,” she tells me, “and I got high.” I tell her I’ve been drinking too. She asks me if I know what happens to her when she gets high. I tell her I don’t. She tells me she gets horny. I tell her that’s nice. She puts her hand on mine. “Where are you going?,” she asks. I tell her home. “No,” she laughs, “what stop?”

It turns out we are both getting off at the same stop – it’s about 40 minutes. She tells me she lives near the station and asks if I want to come over for a drink or something. I have nothing else to do and she is very hot so I agree. “Good,” she says, holding my hand. She slides her skirt up to show me her panties. “Do you like my panties?,” she asks. They are black and sheer. I can see her thick dark hair through them. “I like them a lot,” I tell her, “but I think I like what’s under them even more.”

She kisses me again. We kiss for a while. She puts my hand between her legs and rubs herself against me. The door at the end of the train slides open and the conductor walks in. “Tickets,” he says. We show him our passes. He walks on. I put my hand back between her legs and begin rubbing her again. I can feel her getting damp through the nylon. I love it that she’s wearing proper stockings – it makes this kind of play much easier.

We continue kissing and rubbing for stop after stop. She is rubbing me through my pants and I am aching to be inside her. My hand is totally wet from her when our station is called over the PA. “Thank god,” she says, “I’m fucking ready to explode.” We stumble off the train and into the cold night air. My arm is around her shoulders, hers around my waist. We walk a few blocks to her apartment.

She fumbles for the keys. My hand is in her dress, rubbing her right tit. I kiss her ear as she slides the key into the lock. Her place is dark. She flips on the lights. There is a scurrying sound as pets – I don’t know what kind – skitter into dark spaces. “I’m home,” she calls out, “and I’m not alone.” A cat jumps onto a table.

We kiss at the door. I like the way her mouth feels and tastes. She steps back uncertainly. “I want a drink,” she says, “who about you.” I tell her I don’t really care, that I’m really ready to get things going with her. She drops her coat to the floor. “Unzip me,” she says, turning around. I do. Her green dress falls to the floor. She steps out of it.

She isn’t wearing a bra. Her tits are small but cute. She kicks off her heels as she walks into the kitchen. I just want to fuck her brains out. She opens the fridge and bends over, looking for something to drink. Her ass and legs look unbelievable. I put my hands on her hips and pull her ass against me.

She tells me it feels good and grinds herself against my dick. She finds a bottle of wine and opens a cabinet for glasses. I take off my jacket and throw it across the back of her couch. I begin taking off my shirt and soon and standing in her living room, naked, with a glass of wine and a raging hard-on. She takes a sip of wine and kneels in front of me. Those lips that caught my eye are wrapped around my dick and she is sliding her mouth and tongue all over me.

I put down my glass and put my hands on her head. I pull it toward me and push my dick in as far as I can. She makes a gagging noise and pulls her head away. She looks up and me with her mascara running. “Not too deep, okay,” she says and begins sucking me again. As much as I love feeling my dick in her mouth, I want to be in her pussy.

I pull her up and kiss her. I pull her tight against me. Her nipples are hard and are pressing into to me. “Where’s your room?,” I ask. She leads me to a door. We go in. It’s dark. She turns on a light. Her room is a mess. Clothes are everywhere. “Sorry,” she mumbles, pulling me to the bed and pushing laundry onto the floor.

She lies down and spreads her legs. I paste my mouth onto her wet panties and begin sucking the wet out of her. She tells me she loves it and pushes my head against her with her hands. Her cool thighs are on my ears, squeezing me. “I want to cum,” she says breathlessly, “I want you to make me cum with your mouth.”

I pull her panties to one side. Her pussy is gorgeous. There is a patch of hair at the top but the sides are smooth and bare. Her lips are swollen and red. Her clip peeks out at me. I kiss it and slide my tongue around it. She jerks her hips up and down against my face. I slide one and then two fingers up inside her. Then my thumb. I use it to rub the top of her pussy.

She is quiet but it’s hard for me to say with her legs so tightly around me head. Her body moves a lot. She is so wet that I am able to suck what comes out easily. It is salty and has a vaguely metallic taste. I like it and kiss and suck her more. She is moving her pussy in circles now, pressing it against me. Her legs are straight and rigid over my shoulders. I can hear her moaning – she’s being louder than I thought.

Her whole body snaps and she is just barely jerking her cunt against my mouth and hand. I can feel the muscles inside her contracting against my fingers. She says she’s cumming. I look up her belly, at her rising and falling chest and chin pointing to the ceiling. She says she’s cuming again and wants me inside her. I don’t need to be asked twice.

I kneel up and wipe her wet onto the back of my hand. I press the head of my dick against her swollen pussy and begin to slide it in slowly. “Not slow,” she gasps, “I fucking want to feel you fucking me hard.” I push all the way in and begin stroking in and out. “No,” she says, “just be in me, just be deep in me.” I push in again and move just slightly. She is moving and clenching at me. It feels great. I tell her I am going to cum.

She reaches up and pulls my head to hears. Our mouths and tongues are together. I begin stroking again – out and then in as hard and deep as I can. She is moaning into my mouth. We are both wet with sweat. I can’t wait. I jam myself into her as deep as I can and begin to cum. She thrashes against me as I do – making me want to fuck her more and harder. I do what I can but am soon spent.

I collapse on top of her and try to catch my breath. My mouth is dry and my heart is pounding. Her eyes are squeezed shut and I can feel that she is still cumming. “Don’t pull out yet,” she murmurs, “please don’t pull out.” I tell her I won’t and try to push into her again. She is panting. I roll off her and breathe deeply.

She is up on one elbow now looking down our bodies. “That was fucking great,” she says, “a much better time than the stupid party.” She kisses me and rests her head on my chest. Soon I feel her easy breathing of sleep. Soon I am asleep as well.

Why people don’t like the train is beyond me.

About the other night

I read your post when we were apart. I was working, in crowded room, with many eyes on me. When I saw your note I went straight to the post – so curious and full of anticipation. As soon as I started reading I could feel the blood flowing to my dick. I remembered that night as well. Here’s how I recall it.

As usual, I was excited just to be near you. We kissed for a bit before moving to bed – where we continued to kiss and cuddle. You joked about watching TV but we both knew that wasn’t going to happen. Your head was against my chest, my left arm around it. We kissed and I stroked your breasts, twisting and pulling at your nipples. I kissed your face all over and told you I wanted to masturbate with you.

You passed me some lubricant and squirted some on your pussy. I started rubbing my head while watching you twist around your clit with a finger. Watching you like this is so exciting. My dick is hard and the feeling of my hand sliding up and down it is so good. I rub it on your stomach – wagging it side to side over your skin.

We masturbate like this together for ages. Stroking ourselves, kissing each other, being together. You ask me to pass your vibrator. You drip more lubricant onto your self and begin touching the nub to your clit. I love watching the way your body moves, the way your chest rises and falls with your breath, the way your legs tighten and relax. I slide up your body so I can rub my cock on your face.

You get the message and begin licking and sucking on it. My hands are on your head – holding it – so I can push deep into your mouth and throat. You’re breathing heavily through you nose, your eyes are closed and your mouth is wet and warm. It feels so good to be in your mouth that I could cum just like that – but that’s not what I want.

I pull out of your mouth and you take several deep breaths. I slide my wet dick down your throat and across your breasts and stomach. Your body quivers as I near your pussy. You lift your hips wanting me inside you. I am kissing your face now and stroking myself across your abdomen.

I move between your legs. I bring your feet to my lap and rub some lubricant onto your soles – sliding my dick between them. I push two fingers into your pussy and begin stroking you inside. Your pussy is red and swollen as you push your vibrator against your clit and I, my fingers, into you. I looks so good that I have to kiss it.

I lean into you and kiss between my stroking fingers and your clip. There’s a tiny patch of pussy that isn’t getting any attention and that is where I plant my lips and tongue. Your body tightens again. As I press my mouth against your cunt, you begin to moan and I can feel your muscles clenching around my fingers.

I’m am up on my knees – the fingers of my left hand inside you. I am stroking myself with my right. You are cumming. Your face and chest are red, your pussy totally engorged, your legs are sticking straight out and your right leg is trembling. I can’t describe how sexy you are.

I begin to cum. It spurts out and onto your tits and stomach. You make a funny little sound – half a gasp, half a shriek and very soft. You grind your pussy against my hand. Your body is streaked with my cum. You beg me to go inside you. Even though I’ve just cum, I am still hard for you. I press the tip of my dick against your swollen red pussy.

My fingers are out now and you are so spread for me. I begin sliding slowly into you. You don’t want it slow, you want me in you and fucking you hard. Your vibrator still buzzes on the bed but your pussy is buzzing with your orgasm – which continues as I press myself as far into you as I can. You tell me just to press into you; just to stay where I am. I can feel your muscles holding me inside you.

My heart is pounding and I am gasping for air. Under me you are still jerking and twitching and cumming. I lower myself against you and we wrap each other in our arms and legs. Words can’t describe how much I love you.

Cum Play: My desk, my cum, her face

R. walked into my office this morning.  Just seeing her now makes my dick hard.  She was wearing a suit – brown with thin pinstripes.  She had on a light blue blouse under her buttoned jacket. She sat across from me on the edge of my desk.

 

“Good morning,” she smiled, “I want you to cum for me nice and early today.  I have something really dirty in mind.”  I could feel my cock straining in my pants.  “Yeah,” I assured her, “I think I can help you out – what do you have in mind?”

 

“Here’s what I want,” she said. “I want you to jerk off onto your desk – right by the edge there where you’re sitting.  I’ll block the door.”  She stepped away from my desk and leaned back against the window along my door.  The way she she was standing allowed my to pull my dick out without worry.

 

I unzipped my pants and pulled it out.  “I love seeing you with your dick in your hands,” she told me.  I spit into my hand and began to stroke myself.   “I want you to cum for me,” she continued, “I want you to make a mess right there on your desk for me so I can clean it up.”

 

R. is totally hot.  Looking at her standing there, knowing that she was going to play with my cum was all I needed to shoot a load onto the wooden surface of my desk.  “I can’t tell you how fucking much I love to see it spurt out of you like that,” she said, “I can’t wait to feel it on my skin and taste it in my mouth.”

 

I finished cumming and sat down breathing hard.  I put it away and she walks over.  “Let me sit down,” she says.  I get up and move to the door – curious what she will do next.  She looks down at the pool of cum on my desk and then looks up and me and smiles.

 

She lowers her face to my desk and rests her cheek in the pool.  “It’s so warm,” she tells me.  She begins to roll her face – from one cheek to the other – through the cum.  It is smeared on her cheeks and nose and pretty lips.  Her cheek is on the desk and she pokes her tongue out, licking the cum off the desk.  She begins sucking the cum nosily through her pursed lips.

 

She licks and sucks until all of the cum is gone.  She sits up and looks at me.  Cum runs down her face and onto her throat.  She makes no move to stop it or clean it up as it slowly runs beneath the collar of her shirt.  Where it touches the fabric it begins to darken.

 

She sits, her eyes closed, with a smile one her lips – now smeared with drying cum and lipstick.  She leans back in the chair.  “Just let me sit here until it all dries,” she says, “I want to have your cum on me like this all day.”  The idea of her covered with my cum all day makes me hard again and I want to fuck her.

 

“When I get home,” she went on, “I am going to take off my shirt and bra and suck the cum out of them – just so I can taste it again.  And then I’m going to pull down my pants and panties – which are wet right now by the way – and begin rubbing my pussy through the wet fabric of my shirt.  Do you like it that I tell you these things?”

 

I tell her that I do and that I love being able to do this for her.  “Mmmm, I’m glad.”  Her eyes are still closed.  Her hands move up her body – from her knees to her thighs to her hips to her stomach to her breasts to her face.  “I want to do this with you every day.”

 

She opens her eyes and smiles.  She stands up and takes a tissue from her pocket and dabs her lips – “I can’t look TOO wonton,” she says – and applies a fresh coat of color.  As she walks to the door she reaches over and pats me through my pants.  “I fucking love this,” she says as she opens the door and walks to her office.

Cum Play: Cum on pussy at work

My meeting friend, whom I’ll just call R., called me this morning at my desk.  “Hey,” she said, “that was a great meeting yesterday, didn’t you think?”  I told her that it was.  “Do you want to know what I’m wearing today?,” she asked.  I told her that I would.

  

“Well,” she began, in as sultry a voice as she could muster, “I’m wearing a red skirt today.  It’s very, very short.  I have on a matching red jacket and a cream blouse.  I’m wearing stockings today – real stockings.  My garter has little red bows – it’s really cute.  My shoes are really sexy today – really high.  They’re black leather and very pointy.  Does that sound good to you.”

 

I tell her that it sounds great.  “Wait,” I say, “what about your panties?”  For a second she’s silent.  “What panties?,” she says.  That caught me off guard.   Sitting in my office, thinking about her bare pussy down the hall, my dick starts to get hard.  “That sounds really great,” I repeat.

 

“I’m glad you think so,” she says.  “By the way, I’m working on a little project that I could really use a hand on – are you free?”  I check my calendar and tell her I can find some time.  “Great, can you be down here in say five minutes?”  I tell her yes, send a few emails, and walk down to her office.  My dick is throbbing.

 

She smiles when I come in.  Her wooden desk is large and dark and faces the door.  Her computer is set up on an ell off the desk so she can look out her window as she works.  “Pull up a chair,” she suggests.  I grab one and move it behind the desk beside her.  She slides some papers to me – and slides her skirt up a bit, exposing the tops of her stockings.  

 

“I get so fucking bored and horny,” she is telling me, “but there’s no easy way for me to get off here at work – at least not without going to the ladies room; and even then it’s dangerous” – she pauses – “I make a lot of noise when I cum.”  My face is burning.  “So since I can’t cum myself, I like it that you can cum – and that I get to play with it.”  I tell her that I’m glad too.  

 

“Do you know what I did when I got home?,” she asked.  “I walked in my door, say on the first chair I saw (which was in the kitchen) and began to masturbate.  Would you believe that my foot and shoe were still a little damp with your cum?  I bent over and took off the shoe you had cum in and put my tongue in it while I rubbed my clit.  I could still taste you a little bit.”  “You’re making me so fucking hard,” I told her, “you could almost make me cum with your words.”  She laughed a little.

 

“I want you to cum, but I think it will take more than my words.  Stand next to me and lean in toward my computer – like you’re working – with your back to the door,” she said, turning her chair’s back to the door.  My dick was just about at her elbow as I stood there.  It was clearly pushing out the front of my pants.  “I can’t wait to cum,” I told her.  “Good,” she said, “I want your cum for me to play with and for me to taste and imagine when I make myself cum at home.”  She looked up at me.  Her eyes looked almost drunk as she reached for my zipper.

 

“Just a second,” she said, as she went over to close her door.  It had a window along the side but it was better closed than opened.  “Much better,” she said as she sat down.  “Now where were we, oh yes, I remember,” she laughed, “I was about to jerk you off.  Do you want to know where I want your cum today?  I want it up my skirt.  I want it right on my pussy.  Do you think you can hit the target?”  She wriggled her ass and pulled at her skirt and managed to slide the front high enough to expose herself.

 

I looked down at it, her pubic hair was brown and think but it was only on the top, she shaved or waxed the rest off.  I cocked my head to one side and then the other.  “Yes,” I said, “I think I can hit that.”  “Excellent,” she said, reaching again for my zipper.  She pulls it down and I pretty much burst out.  “Oh my,” she says, “I guess you are ready for action.”  I just nod as she squeezes it in her hand.

 

The back of her chair – and the way I am leaning – means that no one can see us from behind.  R. spits into her right hand – which is soft and warm – and begins to rub my cock.  “Is this good,” she asks, looking up at me expectantly.  “Your doing OK,” I tell her, “but it might be faster if you just let me do it.”  “OK,” she says as I spit into my hand and begin stroking myself.

 

My left arm is around the back of her chair.  My body is turned toward her.  I lean slightly forward.  She is pulling the hem of her skirt higher so I can see more of her pussy.  I can see a slight strip of wet on her puffy dark lips.  I tell her how good she looks.  “I want to have your cum on me,” she says quietly, under her breath, “I want to feel it running over and down and around my cunt.  Cum fast, please.”

 

I can cum very quickly when I want to and I make myself cum for her now.  The first shot lands on her skirt and left hand, she turns her wrist and rubs the cum into her pubic hair.  The next three shots are on target – making her pubic hair white and glossy and wet.  The final spurt falls onto her right thigh.  I exhale loudly though my nose.  She reaches for me and squeezes that last of the cum from my dick.

 

I zip up my pants and sit on the edge of her desk.  “So,” she said, “do you want to watch me play?”  “You know it,” I say with anticipation.  I can see the cum trickling down around the left side of her pussy.  Her right hand is there to catch it as it flows.  She draws her hand up from her ass to her pubic hair, catching my cum as she goes.  It fills her palm.

 

She wipes her hand onto her right cheek.  Clots of my cum stick to her face.  “How do I look?,” she asks me.  I tell her she’s making me hard again.  She moves her hands between her legs again and collects more cum.  This time she rubs it into her thighs – above her stockings – where the skin is exposed.  “That’s going to be sticky all day,” she tells me.  “Whenever I walk I am going to feel your mess.”

 

The cum is slowly running down her face, chin and throat.  She wipes it up with her hand again.  She licks her hand – her tongue spreading broadly against her palm.  I can hear her slurping it up.  Smacking her lips she tells me she loves the way my cum tastes and the way it makes her feel.  “We should do this every day,” she says.  I tell her it’s fine with me.

 

She pulls down the hem of her skirt and sits back in her chair – a dreamy look on her face.  “I can’t fucking wait to get home, ” she says – more to herself than to me.  She stands up and we walk toward the door.  “Is my face clean?,” she asks.  There’s a glob of cum just under her chin.  I wipe it off with a finger.  She take it into her mouth and sucks it clean.  “Till tomorrow,” she says.  “Till tomorrow,” I repeat as I step into the hall and walk back to my office.

Cum Play: Red shoe at work

I am in a meeting.  One of the women in the meeting is wearing red flats. She is a friend. We fucked once on a trip. We thought it was going to be an issue. It hasn’t been. We haven’t fucked again and probably won’t.  She can’t sit still.  Her legs are crossed, her legs are uncrossed.  Her feet are on the floor, her feet are under her ass.  She can’t seem to stop.  I don’t mind.   

She’s got bare legs and a short skirt (despite the fact that it’s snowing here today) and a grey t-shirt with a little red cardigan. Now she is flipping her shoe on and off – exposing her foot for everyone in the room. (Maybe not everyone is paying attention, but I sure am.) Every time she does it there is a slight slapping sound. It is making me hard.

She is sitting right next to me. I turn my chair, ostensibly to look at that end of the table, so that I can look at her more easily. Her shoes are off and on the floor. Her lets are curled under her. Her feet are splotched and red. Her toes are short and round – very nice – with bright red polish. She has her hand on one of them and begins rubbing it absentmindedly.

She is swiveling on her chair. As she does he skirt rides up her thighs. They are smooth and pale. I want to see the top but that isn’t going to happen. She knows what she is doing and I can see and evil smile on her lips as we sit there and pretend to care about what is being discussed.

She steals a glance at me. Under the table she makes a jack off gesture. I just shake my head. I would love to fucking jack off right now. She begins to stroke the wrinkled sole of her right foot. While she drives me wild, she looks impassively at whomever is speaking. She curls and uncurls her toes. The bulge is obvious in my pants.

She writes something in her notebook, tears out the page and passes it to me – still looking totally serious and attentive. Her note says: “Take one of my shoes into the bathroom and cum in it. I’ll put it on in here and play with your cum.” My head starts to spin. She bends over and picks up one of her shoes and puts in on my lap.

Her shoe is so small. It’s a tiny flat that I am able to slip into my jacket pocket. I get up and excuse myself. My heart is beating a mile a minute and I can’t get enough air. She pretends to take notes. I walk out of the darkened conference room and head straight to the bathroom.

When I get there, I go into the handicap stall. I sit on the toilet and pull out her shoe. It is bright red and made of satin. The sole is thin plastic and can be folded easily. The inside is warm from her foot – and worn.

I unzip my pants and pull out my dick, her shoe on my lap. I spit into my right hand and begin jerking myself off. I hold her shoe in my left hand with my head inside it. I lean back and imagine her small pale foot. I imagine how it would feel to rub my cock on the sole of her bare foot. I imagine the look on her face as I spray warm cum across her feet. I begin to cum.

My cum shoots inside the shoe in four thick heavy jets. There’s a lot of cum in the shoe. It pools in the heel when I tip it up. I slip my dick back into my pants and zip up. I tip her shoe toe down do I can put it into my pocket without spilling any cum. I step out of the stall, wash my hands and walk back into the conference room.

She doesn’t even look up as I sit down. She glances at me and arches an eyebrow. Adjusting my jacket, I carefully remove her shoe and put it gently on the floor beside her. She looks down and smiles. She reaches for it and pulls it closer with her toes. Looking into my eyes, she slowly and deliberately slides her foot into the shoe.

I can hear a slight squishing sound as my cum oozes around her foot. “It’s still warm,” she mouths to me. I can see, by the top of her foot, that she is wriggling her toes inside her cummy shoe. She takes some notes and then asks a question – all the while stirring my cum with her toes.

She slides her foot from her shoe. It glistens with my cum. She lifts her foot beside her thigh. Her foot arches along her skirt – wrinkling her sole. My cum runs along her arch around the ball of her foot and toward her toes. She takes hold of her foot with her hand.

She begins to rub the cum into her sole. With one finger, she wipes it from between her toes. She holds her hand below the table and shows me that her finger is wet with my cum. As though deep in thought, she brings the finger to her mouth and runs it along her lips. Her tongue quickly darts out and licks the cum from her finger and then licks her lips.

I can see red blush creeping up her throat. She slides the front of her foot back into her shoe and slides her toes through my cum. She does this for the rest of the meeting. The meeting ends. She slides her foot into her wet shoe.

We get up to leave the meeting. “That meeting was so fucking boring,” she says, as we walk out of the conference room, “you made it a lot more fun.” “We’ll have to do it again sometime,” I suggest. She winks as we walk to our offices.

Fucking a stranger

It’s been days since we fucked.  We’ve parted ways for the moment.  You got busy and had shit to deal with and I guess I did too.  Now we’re apart but that doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about you.  It also doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck. 

Yesterday I was out. I wasn’t doing anything – just reacclimatizing myself to the cold – when I saw a woman. She was attractive. Her hair was long and black and had a nice wave. Her skin was dark – olive I guess – smooth and lovely. Her lips were dark deep red and her eyes were dark and deep too.

I’d first noticed her on the street. I had been behind her. Besides her long hair, I noticed her boots. They following the shape of her calfs perfectly. I don’t usually dig boots but hers were so shapely and snug that I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I walked behind her for a while, absent-mindedly, just enjoying the view.

I wasn’t paying attention. She’d noticed me. I don’t know how – perhaps she saw me in the glass of a store front window. By this point I was in my own world and would have walked right past her if she hadn’t said something. “Hey,” she said, “you seen enough or something?” I was startled – and surprised by her pretty face.

“What? Sorry,” I said, “I was thinking about something and wasn’t paying attention.” “Bullshit,” she said, “You’ve been staring at me for ages.” “I guess I was,” I told her, “your legs caught my attention and then I just spaced out.” “You like my legs?,” she asked, sounding a little flattered. “Yeah,” I said, “Even in those boots they look good.” A little color came to her face.

I reach out my hand. “I’m Nuri,” I say. “That’s kind of an unusual name,” she says. “It is what it is,” I tell her. She shakes my hand. “I’m Brenda.” It’s cold and the wind is really starting to sting. “There’s a Starbucks across the street, do you want to grab a cup of coffee?,” I ask. She says sure and we walk over together.

Inside it’s warm and smells good. We grab coffees and a table. We chat for a while. She is a sales rep for medical device company in another state, here for business. I tell her that I’m a hedonist and that I’ve just gotten back from several weeks of sex in Italy and Singapore. She sprays coffee. “Did you just say you’re a hedonist?” “Yes, absolutely,” I tell her, “I live for pleasure – and especially for sexual pleasure.”

She stares at me – agog. “How exactly does that work?,” she asks. “It’s pretty simple,” I explain, “whenever I have a desire, I do everything I can to fulfill it. I’m not a jerk or a psychopath or anything, I just like a good time and enjoying myself and I think most people should as well.” She is looking at me skeptically – but also curiously.

She has a sip of her coffee. Her nails are painted a dark, dark maroon. “I get pleasure from all kinds of things,” I continue, “little things. Your nails, for example, are a source of pleasure for me. Your manicure is perfect – the shape and color are both beautiful.” I reach for her hand. She stiffens for a second but doesn’t pull her hand away from mine.

The fingers of her left hand rest in my left palm. I stoke them lightly with the fingers of my right hand. “Yes,” I say, “your nails and fingers are lovely.” I look up into her face. She has a slightly surprised look and I bring her fingers to my face and kiss them lightly. She sighs just a little as I suck the tips of her index and middle fingers.

I put her hand back on the table and pick up my coffee. “You see,” I say, “that was pleasurable for both of us, no? Why should we deny ourselves that kind of pleasure.” She snaps to attention when I speak. “I’m sorry,” she says, “I didn’t hear you, what did you say?” I take her left hand between mine and repeat myself.

She is wearing a black ribbed turtleneck. It shows the shape and curves of her body well. “You have such beautiful eyes and such a pretty face,” I tell her; “and your hands are so soft and warm. I won’t even begin to tell you the thoughts that are going through my head right now.” I run my right hand up her arm. She squeezes my left.

We are at a round table. I am at 6:00. She slides her chair from 12:00 to 4:00 – sitting beside me now. She leans closer and tells me that she wishes I would begin to tell her. I laugh a little. “Well,” I say, “I would want to feel your lips pressed against mine. They look full and good and I bet they’d feel great.” She smiles. “I’d want to smell your hair and kiss your ear through it a little.”

She leans her head into mine, her hair spills into my face. I breathe in its sweet smell and tell her how good it is. She laughs a little and tells me she’s glad I like it. Her forehead is pressed against my head, above my right ear. I can feel her breath and the moves of her lips as she asks me to tell her more.

“Are you enjoying my imaginings?,” I ask. She tell me she is, that it’s exciting her to hear these things in this everyday place in a city far from home. “I’d want to move my mouth down your throat and my hands onto your breasts,” I say, reaching cautiously for her left breast – the one closest to me – and giving it a gentle stroke. She presses into my hand.

“I’m imagining what it would be like to pull up you shirt and to pull down the top of your bra – on this side,” I say, patting her left breast again, “so your nipple just peeked out. And touching it with my tongue and feeling it warm and soft in my mouth.” She tells me it wouldn’t be soft for long – that they are starting to get hard. I look down and see their slight bulge and rub her left nipple with my thumb. She kisses my ear. “What else?,” she asks.

My dick is getting hard. I tell her I’d want to slide my hand between her knees and up her skirt; to touch her through her nylons and panties. “I’d like to stroke you like that, with my hand up your skirt, to make you wet.” “I’d like that too,” she breathes, kissing me again. “I’d want to have my dick up inside you,” I continue, “and stroke the inside you until I cum.”

I can feel her face against my, her nose on my cheek. “I’m imaging the same things,” she says, “is there a reason we should only imagine?” I tell her there’s no reason and ask her what she’d like to do about it. “I’d like you to fuck me,” she says, “but where can we do it?”

I smile. “That’s not a problem,” I say, “I’ll go back into the men’s room and lock the door. You come in a few minutes and knock three times and I’ll let you in.” She agrees and I leave the table. In the bathroom I figure the worst that will happen is that she won’t knock and I’ll just have to jerk off.

In a moment there’s a knock at the door. “Yes?,” I say. “It’s Brenda,” says the voice on the other side. I quickly unlock the door and she slipped it. She’s in my arms and our mouths are together. I love the moment of a first kiss, the taste and texture of another mouth, the feeling of a strange tongue on mine.

She is breathless as we kiss. He hand is between my legs, stroking against me through my pants. “I want to have you in me,” she says as she rolls her nylons and panties down her legs. She slips her foot out of one boot and stands in front of me with one bare foot on the floor. I pull down my pants and sit on the toilet.

She faces me and straddles me, guiding my dick up into her. Her pussy is warm and wet and tight. She begins to ease herself down around me. It feels so fucking good to be inside this girl as she bounces up and down on me. I pull he shirt up and he bra down so I can lick and kiss her tits. Her arms are around me head pulling me against her – kissing the top of my head.

Someone knocks on the door. “Oh god,” she says, “I just want you to say inside me.” I grunt that that’s all I want as well. That isn’t going to work of course, as they knock again. I take her head in my hands and guide her face to mine. We kiss, she grinds against me, the knocking continues, we kiss, I cum inside her.

“Just a fucking minute,” I shout as we clean up. We walk out of the bathroom together, not paying attention to the shocked look of the man standing there waiting. “So that’s what I do,” I explain, “it’s all about pleasure.” “Mmmm,” she says, “I think I like it.” We step out onto the sidewalk and exchange kisses but nothing else. “Take care,” I say, as we part ways. “You too,” she says, blowing me a kiss.