Erotic Fiction

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Jo and Gareth switched off the television and settled down under the covers. After a long day at work, they had just wanted to get into bed, watch some TV then call it a night. Gareth turned off the bed side light and rolled onto his side, cradling his pillow. Jo laid there on her back staring into the darkness clearing her head of the day’s thoughts. Relaxed, she rolled over behind Gareth and kissed him twice on his back.
"Night, love," she said.
"Night, night, lover," he replied.
Jo snuggled up to him and threw her arm over his body. She opened her hand and rubbed the soft hair of his chest. Gareth murmured his approval, Jo knew he loved the feel. Jo kissed his back again and began to run her hand over his shoulders and down his arms, over his biceps to his hand. They entwined their fingers as she nuzzled into his back again.
Jo's hand then continued its journey over Gareth's body, as she grabbed his buttocks through his pyjamas, Gareth tightened them up. When Jo brought her hand forward, she noticed the fabric of his pyjamas was taut; she ran her hand in front of Gareth and felt his erection through them. Gareth let out a small sigh at her touch. Jo then ran her hand along the waistband then slid it into the front of his pants, along his abdominal muscles and felt his smooth, hard penis. Gareth mumbled again at her touch. Jo caressed him, running her fingers along the shaft, over the tip, circling the hole then down the other side. She cupped his scrotum, the soft hair tickling her palm. All the while, she continued to nuzzle and kiss his back. Jo grabbed both sides of his pyjama bottoms and gently pulled them down over his hips and knees. Gareth then kicked off his pants under the covers. Gareth rolled onto his back and they were briefly face to face. They came together in a passionate embrace, open mouthed, tongues touching.
Jo then rolled onto her side and Gareth slid up behind her. He sunk his face into her long blonde hair. He smelled the sweetness of her shampoo on it. He pulled her hair back then kissed her ear, grabbing the lobe tenderly with his lips, running his tongue over the diamond stud. His brushed her hair from her neck and he placed his hand at the nape, with both hands he slid the thin straps of her nightie from her shoulders and Jo lifted her arms out. Gareth eased the smooth fabric down her chest over her breasts. Jo let out a whimper as the seam gently passed her sensitive nipples. Gareth continued to pull the nightie down to her waist. At the same time, Jo had pulled up the bottom hem over her hips leaving her wearing a silky white belt. As Gareth's hands fondled her breasts, he took a nipple between his fingers and squeezed gently. Jo let out another squeal of delight. His hand dropped and began to stroke her thigh. Gareth took her small buttocks on his hands, like she was sitting on them. She opened her leg up and forward and Gareth's hand filled the gap. He ran a finger along her labia, feeling the soft, moist skin. Jo gasped at the sensation of his touch. Gareth pushed his finger into her and found her clitoris and gave it a gentle rub. Jo let out a small groan with the contact. Gareth returned his hand to her thigh and rubbed the smooth skin, he nuzzled into her back like she had done to him. Her breathing increased with her growing arousal.
"Now," Jo whispered, "fuck me now."
As she lifted her leg to open herself up, Gareth moved down the bed to position himself better. Gareth placed the tip of his penis in her crotch and pushed it into her. Jo gasped as the large tip of his dick opened up her twat and let out a soft groan as he slid his whole length into her warm cunt. Although it was an unusual position for him, he quickly developed an easy pace. Jo loved the different feel of his cock rubbing the front of her love channel and she panted gently to his steady rhythm. Gareth again grabbed her tits and she held his hand tightly to them. She turned her head back and they fenced tongues as he fondled her soft orbs. Jo took his hand down and they both placed their hands on her soft, thick pussy. Her pubes were damp from her arousal. Gareth placed his hand on her hip to focus on his thrusting. Jo closed her legs slightly, increasing the tension on his cock. Jo moved her hand down and ringed her fingers around his prick, feeling it before it entered her twat then having it slide out again. Jo continued to make approving pants and gasps as Gareth fucked her. Jo closed her legs even more, keeping her fingers ringed around his cock, building the pressure on Gareth's knob. Gareth felt the moment arrive and gave one last push.
"Ungh," they both grunted simultaneously. Jo's was because of the intensity of his thrust, Gareth's was because he released a strong stream of cum deep into cunt. Gareth continued to fuck her as his balls contracted with every spurt of semen. When it had subsided, as Gareth withdrew his dick from her twat, Jo still held onto his cock, it was sticky with his jizz. Jo touched the hole with the tip of her finger and wiped the remaining pearl from the tip. She licked it off, tasting his bitter liquid. They snuggled together, saying nothing in their post coital embrace before slowly drifting off to sleep. In the meantime, one of Gareth's sperm broke through Jo's waiting egg; in their bliss they were unaware of the joy that was awaiting them...

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Rich cruised the aisles of the supermarket, picking up his supplies for the weekend. He was in town on a 2 week training session and his company had put him up in a nice hotel suite. He was getting tired of the fast food and restaurants and wanted to cook on his own in the room. On a couple of occasions he kept encountering the same employee doing returns to the shelves. Every time, they made eye contact and she gave him a bright smile. She was tall and slim; she had dirty blonde curly hair. She easily had to be in her late 30’s, early 40’s but she still had it.
“Definitely and 80’s chick,” Rich thought. He continued his shopping then came up to the check outs. He noticed her behind one of the tills and chose her line.
“Hello, again,” she said. Her name was Cheryl, it was another clue that she was an 80’s chick. Rich and Cheryl chitchatted as she rang through his order, she enquired where he was from and his job. Rich obliged and saw that it got her interest. Cheryl’s boss then came up to her till and told her it was her break just then. Cheryl followed Rich out to the front of the store and they continued to talk. As Cheryl had a smoke, Rich suggested they hook up sometime over the weekend, if it was OK. Cheryl agreed and Rich recommended meeting in the lobby of his hotel.
The next night, Cheryl looked at herself in the mirror just as she was to leave. Knee length denim skirt, denim jacket, white tank top. True to form. Her kids were at a sleep over at afriends and her travelling husband was also away for the weekend. This wasn’t the first time she had played around and she knew her husband did it too. She had found some evidence by accident in the car. She parked at Rich’s hotel and saw him waiting out front. He waved and approached the car then they went over to the bar across the street from his hotel. It was nothing special, usual mixed crowd. There was some sports on some TVs behind the bar, another room with some music pumping out of it. They sat and chatted, Cheryl flirted a bit with him by putting her hand on his knee. She had corssed her legs and showed a little thigh which he noticed. After they had a few beers each they decided to move on.
“Let me see your room,” asked Cheryl. “Your hotel looks nice.”
“It is,” Rich said, ”my company got me a nice suite, too.”
They were no sooner in the door of his room that they were both kissing madly. They grabbed each other’s asses, pulling them closer together. Rich rubbed her arms through her jacket then pulled it open and over her shoulders. Through her white top her nipples pushed the fabric out. Cheryl pulled on his polo shirt, out from his pants and over his head. She ran her hands over his chest and kissed then nibbled his nipples. Rich groaned with the sensation. Reaching down he unzipped the back of her skirt and she let it fall to the floor. Cheryl stood there in her top and white panties. They then went ot the bedroom where she sat on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. Cheryl laid back on the bed as Rick knelt between her legs. He pulled her panties over her hips and off her legs. Cheryl had a beautiful thick blonde pussy. Gently, Rich began to lick and suckle her pussy lips. She tasted so sweet and he had his nose in her bush, he breathed in her aroused scents. Cheryl moaned softly with the fabulous sensation of his mouth on her twat. He found her love button and worked it with his tongue taking her over the top.
Cheryl then stood up in front of Rich and ran her hands over his torso again, feeling the soft hair of his body. She then lifted the tank top over her head. Her tits fell out and the large pink nipples poked towards him. They came together in a passionate embrace again. Her soft breasts pressed up against his body. Cheryl then began kissing down his body, stopping at his belt. She knelt on the floor and worked his belt free, then his unbuttoned his pants then worked the zip down. In one motion, Cheryl had his pants and undies off and his penis stood out for her. Cheryl began to lick the tip and shaft of his dick then slowly took his whole length into her mouth. Rich threw his head back with pleasure. He then looked down on her. She was gazing up at him with those eyes, watching his joy as her head bobbed in and out of his groin. Rich ran his finger through her hair and she finished sucking him off then stood up.
“Go, lay on the bed,” she ordered him. Rich complied and as he laid there he stroked his wet knob. Cheryl got up on the bed and crawled over to him. Cheryl smiled at him with a dirty slut grin.
“Now you’re mine,” she growled. She swung her leg over him and grabbed his cock. She rubbed it on her pussy a couple of times then eased it into her twat. Her cunt was loose but warm, like a soft glove. His cock filled her perfectly and she then began to increase her pace. Rick grabbed her waist as she bounced up and down on him. His hands then went up and fondled her tits, she let out a satisfied groan. Her hair had fallen in front of her face and she then stopped bouncing, but still connected to him. She raised her arms and pushed her hair back. Gazing at each other, they were both panting with delight. Cheryl raised herself off his dick and laid down beside Rich.
“Come here,” she purred, “c’mon and fuck me good.” Cheryl spread her legs wide and held her pussy lips open with her fingers. Rick aimed his cock at it and plunged back into her loose cunt. He began slowly but increased his pace quickly. As her fucked her, his balls began to slap against the bottom of her ass. Cheryl never expected him to be so vigorous but she liked it that way.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” she panted. She lifted her head from the pillow and groaned, “aah, fuck it, FUCK IT!”
Rich continued to fuck her rapidly and as he came his dick popped out of her cunt sending a spray of semen onto her pubes then his following shot covered her twat. Cheryl reached down and spread his jizz over her twat. Rich still had his erection then re-entered her slick pussy.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Cheryl moaned. “Get back in there.” Rich pumped a few more time then sent a second shot of cum into her, Cheryl sighed with satisfaction.
As they drowsed afterwards, Rich promised to drop by again if he was in town and Cheryl made sure he lived up to that promise.

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Luisa wheeled her cart out of the elevator onto the suites floor of the hotel she worked at. As a student she needed a little extra cash and her Aunt had managed to get her a job here along side her. Her aunt was the manager of the chambermaids and was able to give her some of the floor that had a lighter load. Unlike the other chambermaids, she was slim and pretty, she knew it and sometimes wore the uniform with the hem slightly raised above the knee. Moving down the hall she then stopped at the last suite. She entered with her pass key and began to tidy the room. She replaced the paper and pens, checked the minibar. Luisa entered the bedroom and noticed the messed up bed. She turned and opened the door to the bathroom then realized her mistake. The shower was running and through the mist and the smoked glass she saw the couple. He was standing under the spray, she was on her knees in front of him, giving him fellatio. Luisa stood there and took in the scene. He was nicely built, his penis a good seven inches. She was thin, blonde, with nice pointed breasts. They hadn't noticed Luisa standing there and she backed away quietly. She didn't leave the room though. The image of their activity burned in her mind and in between her legs.
Luisa went to the bed. Beside it there were some louvered doors on tracks. She slid them apart and looked through the window into the shower. The woman was just finishing her blow job and jacking the man slightly. They still hadn't noticed the window being uncovered and Luisa sitting there. The woman turned her back to the man and lifted her leg slightly allowing his dick to enter her twat. Luisa's hand went to her crotch and pulled aside her panties. She felt her moist labia and began to rub them slowly. It felt so good, she threw her head back with the sensation. When she lifted her head, the couple had noticed her and were watching her from the shower. They weren't mad, they grinned at Luisa while they fucked. Her arousal increased and found that her panties were cumbersome and she peeled them off and cast them aside on the bed. She hitched her skirt up over the waist and pointed her dark pussy towards the window and the passionate couple. As she watched his cock slide into his wife, Luisa began to finger her pussy once more. They watched as she spread her lips and frigged her clit; she slipped a finger into her cunt; she came.
Luisa watched as the man sent his wife into orgasmic bliss, she grabbed her tits as his prick plunged into her twat from behind. He pulled out of her and
faced the window and began to jack off. Luisa's head was still spinning from her orgasm and couldn't believe what she was seeing. The man stroked his prick faster and faster pointing it towards the window and at Luisa. He tensed up and shot a large load of cum onto the window, a small cascade of semen slid down the pane, the woman bent down to lick his juice off the glass. Luisa's mouth gaped open as the couple stared back at her, smiling. Luisa stood back up and quickly left the room, pulling her skirt back down over her thighs.
Luisa returned to her cart and went down to the very end of the hall and began to work on another room. She was at her cart when she heard their door open. Luisa ducked back into the room until they were gone. She went to the window of the room she was working on and watched the couple leave and enter the subway station across the street. It was then she realized she wasn't wearing her panties.
She returned to their room and again entered the bedroom...the coast was clear. She turned and saw it on the bed...
"Holy shit," she thought. A $100 bill as tip beside her panties. She picked them up and saw a trace of red lipstick on the front. A note attached let her know they were there until Sunday...

[guvn00rr]

Many thanks to Tomkin1 for the inspiration for this story!

Priya and Amal had always had a vibrant sex life. They had tried many things, some kinky some not, but always fun. They had no hang ups. They were a thoroughly modern British-Asian couple, while still strongly attached to their family traditions they lived the modern life. Amal worked at a successful advertising firm in London, Priya maintained the house and ran her own small business catering to seniors in the suburbs. Lately though, Priya had found their sex life a little bland, passionate but something was missing. She remembered the time she and Amal booked that couples photo session in town when he was attending a conference and they had made a weekend of it. The shoot had started normally, regular portraits, the kind you give to family, some loving pictures, those that hang in the hall of your house. Tom, the photographer, suggested if they would like, he could take a few more ‘private’ shots. Amal and Priya laughed and agreed. With Tom’s guidance they posed for some racier shots.
“Hike her skirt a bit, Amal…hand on her thigh…higher, that’s it! Open his shirt, Priya…touch his chest…make eye contact…perfect!” Tom was comfortable giving direction and firing his camera at the same time. Slowly, the moment overcame Priya and Amal and they kind of forgot Tom was in the room shooting away. Amal’s hand went further up her skirt, into her panties; Priya ripped Amal’s shirt open, popping some buttons…pretty quickly they were naked and copulating in Tom’s studio. A couple of weeks later, two packages arrived at the house, one inside the other. One set was the portraits, the other a fine collage of their love making. Tom had been a pro…the detail was amazing. He had also been very discreet.
Priya fished out the business card she had for Tom’s studio and called to set up a session for herself. She had just agreed to a date when Amal came in from the garden. She put the phone down hastily. Amal was somewhat suspicious.
“That was cousin Rajiv…he wants to meet with me tomorrow in town,” Priya said. The mention of Rajiv stopped all further questions. Amal couldn’t stand Rajiv…Amal thought he was a traditionalist prude. He freaked out one time when Priya and Amal kissed in front of his kids.
Priya gave herself plenty of time to make it into London. She wanted to go to Oxford Street to the stores. She stood at the store guide and went to the bathing suit section. Breezing through the bikinis, a floral one caught her eye. The top had a large hibiscus flower design to cover each breast. ‘Amal will love this she thought.’ She paid for it then went to the lingerie section. Priya found a slinky camisole and knicker set in a beautiful royal blue…she had to have it. She bought it then went to Tom’s studio nearby. Tom came out to greet her as she entered the lobby.
“Priya, my dear, so glad to see you again! On your own this time, eh? Wanting something special for Amal?” Tom asked. He was early forties, greying a bit but still had a playful attitude. “Come back, change room is there…if you need any help with make up, my assistant Viv can give you a hand.”
“Thanks, Tom, I’ll be fine,” Priya said and went into the change room. She undressed then slid her new camisole set on, the silky fabric gliding over her body. Priya then went into the studio. Tom was there with Viv, a skinny young lady with a shock of curly hair. As they continued to set up the studio lights they chatted about what Priya wanted to do.
“Just some glamour shots,” she said, “I need a bit of a lift to make me feel better.”
“Of course,” Tom replied. “It won’t take much to make you look beautiful, Priya.” He was a charmer, that’s why Priya felt comfortable with him.
They began the session. Priya sat on the bed, quarter shot, portrait, all with Tom’s guidance and instruction. Then he began suggesting more elaborate poses.
“Lift your arms…pull your hair up, nice. Pout, that’s it. Now, hands under your breasts, raise them a bit, good.” Tom’s camera snapped away. Tom instructed Priya to get onto all fours on the bed and to stare into the camera. The fabric of the camisole fell away from her body and he could see right down her top through her cleavage. Tom approached Priya and pointed the camera down over her. He instructed her to look up at him with a seductive pout. At that angle, he could see right down her top again. He asked her to lean forward slightly allowing him to completely see her breasts, hard dark nipples surrounded by large dark areolas. While Priya was looking up at him, her hand reached out and began to caress the front of his trousers, feeling his penis hardening underneath. Tom pulled the camera away from his face, he was slightly startled but Priya’s expression had changed from sultry to hungry. She then lifted her breasts out over the top of the camisole.
“Um, Viv, darling…” Tom beckoned. Viv looked up and saw the position he was in and smirked. “Would you mind taking over the session right now?”
“Of course,” Viv said. This had happened once before with a client and was happy to oblige. If there was one thing she had learnt from Tom was discretion. She took his camera and began capturing the moment. “Will you be needing any direction, Tom?” she added facetiously.
“No, we’ll be fine, just take as much as you want.” Tom replied. By now Priya had opened his pants and had his erection out and was sucking it eagerly. The camera began firing away capturing moments when her mouth was free of his knob and was gazing up at Tom. Tom peeled off his shirt and was soon at Priya’s level kissing her passionately, fondling her ample jugs and taking her nipple into his mouth. Quickly he kissed down her whole body, licking her armpit, probing her navel with his tongue then kissed her pubes. He didn’t need to taste her, her lovely scent mixed with her perfume heightened his expectation.
Priya then got onto fours again and pointed her arse at Tom. She spread her legs then reached through and spread her thick pussy lips open for him, it signaled to him like a pink target. Viv had managed to keep a safe distance away so not to spoil the mood and used the zoom lens to focus on the action. Rapidly firing away, the moment Tom penetrated Priya was caught frame by frame as her labia spread apart then closed around the glans. As Tom slowly pushed his dick deeper into Priya’s warm tight cunt she let out a deep sensual groan.
“Oh yes! Yes! Fuck!” Priya moaned. Tom built up his pace and from the side, Priya’s ass rippled when their two bodies collided together. Priya ducked her head forward, letting her hair fall forward to the bed. As she watched her boobs swinging below her she could feel it growing inside her and she raised her head and threw her hair back. Viv was across from her now, photographing her face. Priya’s tongue was outstretched, touching her upper lip then it hit her. Viv held the shutter and got Priya’s orgasm in minute detail. Priya’s eyes and mouth were wide open; her arms spread apart and her large tits dangling down; her hands spread apart, gripping the sheet.
They separated then Tom stood by the bed. Priya moved sideways and propped her heels on the edge of the bed. By design, the bed was at the perfect height so Tom was easily able to re-insert his cock into her inviting snatch. Tom began to pump away and gazed down on this Asian beauty he was fucking. Her tits bounced up and down with every lunge; her nipples quivered; her large brown eyes staring back at him.
“Fuck me, fuck it, fuck my cunt, I need you to fuck me!” Priya demanded. Although it was dirty, her plummy British accent made it sound proper.
“I think I’m close, I’m going to come…” Tom warned. “Where do you want it?’
“My face, my face, shoot your spunk on my face!”Priya answered. Tom pulled out of her and Priya quickly sat up at the edge of the bed and began to jack him off again.
“FUCK!” Tom exhaled as the first squirt exited his prick. Priya wasn’t fast enough and it arced onto her new camisole, leaving an indelible white mark. The second shot got her on the cheek, the third her shoulder. All the while Viv had again managed to capture the beautiful moment in freeze frame. Priya took Tom’s dick back into her mouth and cleaned off his cum. Looking up at his exhausted expression she patted him on his pects. He looked down at her and noticed the prominent white sperm blobs against her brown skin. Drained, he said,
“Amal is a very lucky man.”
After cleaning themselves up, Tom and Priya joined Viv at the computer as she had uploaded the session. Tom had commented that Viv was a gifted photographer and he was right. Priya arranged to have the package picked up in a week as she knew she was to be in town again to pick up supplies for her business. At that moment, Tom offered something more lucrative for the pictures. Priya then had to rush home. Amal was there and asked her how it went. She said her cousin had bailed on her so she went shopping and showed him the new bikini. The commute back had tired her she said and went to bed and dropped off almost instantly.
A couple of months later, Amal went for a short walk on his lunch break. He turned down an alley that brought him out next to a ‘bookstore’ in Soho. He went in and descended into the dark basement. The usual raincoat brigade were there, Amal could only see backs and dipped heads. Scanning across the explicit magazines and a cover image stopped him cold. She was unmistakeable. The long dark hair, dark skin, ample breast…Priya’s tongue curling to lick a white prick, eyes staring out. He bought it hurriedly. Back on the street he began to hum a song from the 1980’s.

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Carlie stood in front of her closet, she was searching for something different to wear today. It was going to be warm outside but her office lately was unpredictable. the ventilation was all messed up, cold in the winter, hot in the summer, she didn't want to take a chance, but she wanted something different. Then she saw it,
"A skirt," she thought,"I rarely wear a skirt to the office." She selected a swishy skirt that landed at the knee, she twirled a bit to see it shift. She was impressed. When she went for a top though, she needed to wear more of the same, because she had too. Carlie had been born with phocomelia, she had no arms below her elbow and had rudimentary hands. She needed to keep her hands free so she always had to wear a sleeveless top. She picked the one that matched best with her skirt and put it on. Carlie was by no means 'disabled' she was fine apart from her arms although she had learned to do everything in her own way for most tasks and was more adept than most people with full arms. Carlie was also to meet her friend for lunch so she wanted to look her best.

Melanie gathered her purse up and headed for the doors, she had been told Carlie was waiting. On her way, Tim her colleague in the department caught up with her and let her know they were having a team meeting after lunch about the new project. They chatted as they walked the rest of the way to the waiting room. There Carlie was waiting, standing by the windows. Melanie waved and Carlie turned around.
"Hi there," Carlie said. "I've only just got here!"
"Good," said Melanie, "I'll see you after lunch, Tim!" Melanie turned slightly and saw Tim's eyes dart away almost as she had caught him looking at Carlie, his ears had turned red.
"Will do," Tim mumbled. "See you then." The two girls walked to the door and Carlie slightly turned as the door opened and noticed Tim watching them. He turned away again.
Melanie returned to office after their lunch on the patio and sat at her desk. Her phone buzzed with a text.
'Who was that guy at the office you were with?' It was from Carlie
Melanie replied 'That's Tim, nice guy, shy.'
'Cute, LOL' was the response.
Just then Tim stuck his head into Melanie's office.
"I'm on my way," she said.
"No, no , we're not ready just yet, there's something I need to ask you." Tim answered. "Um, Mel, who was your friend? She is rather pretty." Melanie smirked at the question and was amused because Tim was slightly pink after asking the question.
"That's Carlie, yes she is very pretty, and sharp too. Why? Interested?" Melanie responded.
Tim fell silent then Melanie showed him the texts on her phone. Tim went beet red when he read them. Melanie remarked,
"You caught her eye, too. Would you like to speak to her, she's probably not back at work?" Melanie began to dial the phone. Tim had a frightened look on his face but before he could stop Melanie she said,
"Carlie! Hey, listen I have someone here who wants to talk to you," then she handed the phone to Tim. Tim stammered into the phone,
"Um, hi, Carlie, it's Tim, from Mel's office, we didn't have a chance to speak but, but," Melanie had scrawled a note on some paper and pushed it towards Tim and blurted out what it said,"would you like to go on a date with me on Friday?" He was breathless.
"Sure, I would love too," she replied. "that's so sweet of you! Ask Mel to give you my address, pick me up say 7?"
Tim was shaking, almost faint. He replied, "Great!" It was the only sound his mouth could push out. "See you then, bye!" Tim slumped in Melanie's chair and looked at her,shaking his head.
Melanie began to laugh. "You're such a cutie!"
After the meeting and Tim had regained his composure, he was talking with the others in the break room about his upcoming date. The ladies at the table cooed and rubbed his hair, teasing him, he went red again. Just then, Jake from another department strolled by and said,
"Your going out with Mel's friend? What about her arms?"
Tim was miffed, "What about them?"
Jake snorted, "What? You into deformed chicks or something?"
Tim instantly filled with rage. He wasn't big but he could have smashed Jake's teeth out right there but he held himself back.
"You're an asshole!" Tim yelled and left. The others in the room looked up to see the target of the insult and nodded in agreement. Those at Tim's table were doubly shocked, they had never heard him swear before.

It would have been hard to tell who was more nervous about the date but Carlie was a wreck, too. Her dating experience was varied. Usually she met guys who felt sorry for her or wanted to be with her as a novelty friend. They never lasted. Her last relationship was the longest, for the first three months he was fine. They had been intimate, but then he began asking for things she couldn't do. He became insensitive. The last straw was when she heard him laughing at disabled and racial jokes.
The bell rang, Carlie felt her blood rush to her feet. She went cold. Opening the door, Tim stood there, pink in the face. Carlie then relaxed, at least she wasn't the only one. Tim was a perfect gentleman, opening the doors for her, engaging in small talk all the way to the restaurant. They were seated and the waiter handed them their tickets; Tim had brought Carlie to one of those buffets where you move around the prep stations holding a tray.
Tim felt sick,"Oh shit! I'm so sorry, I've brought other dates here before, I totally forgot. Let me carry your tray for you."
Carlie began to giggle, "You just said the poo word!" Tim's mind rewound the last moment and realized he had just sworn in front of her. He went red again. Carlie giggled again at his blushing and said, "it's alright, I say 'shit' too!"
They moved around the stations and Tim held her tray as the food was prepared for them, they returned to their table and Carlie dug into her salad. Tim was impressed with her cutlery skills. She admitted that she was fine with most things, sandwiches were out though. He laughed. She asked him what attracted him to her,
"You're very beautiful," he said. "I have a thing for blondes and you were wearing that skirt...I love legs." His eyes shifted slightly.
"A leg man," she replied, "interesting. You haven't been noticing that waitress at the next table have you?" Tim's eyes darted quickly to the right and saw the tight miniskirt she was wearing. He blushed again. Carlie giggled,
"You're so cute!" she laughed. "Oh, no! I'm wearing slacks tonight, you must be crushed!" Tim smirked and shook his head. "Shit!" she said then giggled again.
That broke the ice and they enjoyed their dinner. Carlie and Tim went for a stroll along the lake front. A breeze came in and Tim covered Carlie's shoulders with his jacket. They returned to the car and agreed to return to Carlie's place.
They snapped on the TV and settled into the couch. Carlie had poured some wine, twist cap of course and poured two glasses. They chatted about themselves. Carlie told him about her past boyfriends, Tim explained he had dated but it was infrequent. He just had very little confidence with women. He liked them, loved them but he was very timid. Carlie asked him what he thought about her arms, he said it didn't matter, she was beautiful, that's what he saw. Overcome with relief Carlie leaned over and kissed him. Tim went red and she giggled again,
"I'll cure you of that," she said and kissed him again. This time Tim's hands came up and held her to him. As he kissed her, he sucked in her bottom lip slightly then pulled away. Carlie was blown away with that kiss and attacked his mouth again, this time open. Tim held her body and his hands began to rub her back as they kissed passionately. They then separated, to catch their breath. Carlie looked at Tim goo-goo eyed,
"If you kiss like that, I'm surprised your single!" Tim began to apologize but Carlie rebuffed him. She hesitated then said,"I'm so turned on right now...follow me." They went to Carlie's bedroom and continued to snog in front of the bed. Tim's hands grabbed at her bum;his hands slid up her blouse, his soft hands tickled her back, she went weak at the knees. Carlie paused and said,
"If you want to go further, will you do something for me?"
Tim whispered, "Yes." He was trembling. Carlie went to a box on her dresser and brought out a strip of black cloth.
"Put this over your eyes," she told him. Confused, he did as he was told. He sat on the bed and Carlie approached him and attempted to unbutton his shirt. "Damn it," she whispered. Tim finished the job then removed his shirt. Carlie gazed at him then move in to lick and run her cheek over his torso. Tim stood her back up, he was aroused but he pulled up a corner of the blindfold and asked,
"Why am I wearing this? I'm not into kinky stuff." Carlie's shoulders dropped and she admitted,
"I'm very sensitive about what people think when they see my body, i don't want you to be disappointed."
Tim sat there and raised his finger to her lips, silencing her. He removed the blindfold and pulled her towards him. He unbuttoned the front of her blouse and let it fall. Carlie's bottom lip trembled. Tim held onto the front clasp of her bra and separated it. As it fell, his eyes widened,
"I'm sorry," Carlie mewed. Tim shook his head, it was unbelievable, she had the most incredible breasts he had ever seen. They were small yet firm; the nipple sticking out from a perfectly proportioned areola. Before she had a chance to say another word he had her right breast in his mouth. Carlie weakened at the knees with the sensation. Tim suckled her breast then switched to the other licking, nibbling, suckling. Underneath, he smelt the soft perfume she had dabbed there, it made his head swirl. He rolled her onto the bed and knelt and began to loosen her slacks. pulling them off of her her then looped his index finger through the legs of her bikini panties and slid them off. Again he was amazed at ther perfection, she had a lovely patch of blonde pubic hair. His mouth began to feed at her soft pink vagina, licking her soft insides, finding her hard clit, the distinct flavour mixed with the scent of her perfume. He lapped away at her, Carlie writhed on the bed, squealing, moaning, gasping as the feeling rose in her. Carlie let out a deep long moan as the orgasm swept through her.
Knowing his cue, Tim stood up and removed his pants and undies. He erection sprang out and Carlie was impressed. He laid down beside her and she began to kiss down his body again arriving at his swollen penis. She took his whole length in immediately. Tim held onto her hair as she raised and lowered her mouth on his knob. She worked her tongue around the shaft with every stroke, building his hard on up even more. She took it out of her mouth and Tim caught it before it dropped to his body. He laid there, his hand on his cock, keeping it raised.
"Will you make love to me?" Carlie quietly asked. Tim nodded. Carlie swung her leg over this legs and shuffled her way up. Balancing herself she lowered herself onto his cock. It spread her tight pussy open inside and she let out a satisfied sigh. Tim supported her body as she humped his dick, sometimes she stopped to let him stroke into her but she resumed grinding down into him until she came again. She threw her head back in pleasure and let out another long moan.
Tim raised himself and held Carlie in the lotus position then rolled her onto her back. His prick slid out of her. She spread her legs once more and her pointed his dick at her she whispered,
"Fuck me, Tim, please, fuck me." She said that work, but there was no blushing this time. Tim whispered to her,
"Lay back," then Tim inserted his prick back into her cunt, "let me fuck you." Tim began with long even strokes then began pumping harder, grabbing her thighs as he thrust into her again and again. Her twat was tight and gripped his ridgy shaft. Carlie caught her breath then blurted out,
"Oh my God, oh my God, this is so fucking good!" Tim couldn't take any more and growled,
"Fuck!" He shot his load into Carlie, she squeaked as his liquid filled her willing twat. He continued lunging into her until his cock stopped squirting his cum. He then collapsed beside her and kissed her passionately. They laughed in post coital bliss. Carlie said to him,
"That was pretty dirty talk, but you're not blushing now!"

In Carlie's dream she watched herself and Tim making love. It was like watching a porno movie. From her perspective she saw him licking her pussy; she saw herself sucking him off; she saw his penis penetrating her vagina. She then assumed her body in the dream and looked down on Tim as she bounced away on him. As she was having her orgasm, she saw two full arms and hands reach out and stroke his chest. They were her hands.
Carlie jolted awake. The clock read after 3. Tim was cuddled up behind her, his flaccid penis resting in the crack of her ass, his arm was over her, his hand resting on her pussy. She noticed that her phone had some text messages on it. They were from Melanie.
'Hello, hello? How did the date go?'
'Let me know how it went'
Carlie drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, Melanie straggled out of bed to the kitchen and made her breakfast. She sat down with her phone opened up the text she had received. Holding her coffee in one hand she read from Carlie,
'Date went fine, we just woke up!'
Melanie's mouth dropped open. "We woke up?! Together?!" Melanie felt herself turn red.

[guvn00rr]

Becky began to have enough of this meeting. As the counsel for the union she was obliged to be there to review the company’s preliminary offer and to discuss the bargaining strategy when Wendy from one of the stores started spouting off about the capitalist pigs and worker’s rights and blah, blah, blah…the usual crap from her mouth. The local union president wisely cut her off saying they needed a quick smoke break. Becky silently thanked him and excused herself from the meeting; her work here was done. Becky drove home through the damp night. She was not from these parts originally. You don’t find many ladies from Texas living in South Wales. She had come over on an exchange during university and liked it here. She stayed on and met her husband when she worked at the teacher’s union office. Pulling into the drive, the house was dark. As she entered the house she glanced up the stairs and saw the faint glow of light from the bedroom.
‘Jamie's in bed watching TV,’ she thought. Becky climbed the stairs and pushed open the door to the bed room. Her eyes couldn’t believe what she saw. Jamie was laid out naked on the bed, the laptop computer beside him, his hand massaging an erect penis.
“What the hell…” she blurted.
Jamie looked up, startled, he hadn’t heard Becky come home. “Oh, shit!” he yelped. He froze right there. Becky had caught him masturbating, fair and square. He was embarrassed. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I was just having a wank while you were out. I didn’t hear you come home.”
“Obviously,” Becky responded, she was slightly miffed, slightly bemused that she had caught him. “Let me see what you’re looking at,” she asked. Jamie turned the computer towards her and she saw a 1970’s brunette with big breasts and a hairy bush on the screen. “Interesting…vintage erotica…who’s she? Becky asked.
“Linda Gordon,” Jamie replied sheepishly. “I’ve had the hots for her since I started looking at dirty magazines.”
Becky looked down and saw that Jamie was still gripping and rubbing his penis, maintaining his erection. She took off her glasses and said, “Listen, Mr. LindaGordonWanker, she may turn you on with her looks but she can’t do this…” Before Jamie had time to reply, Becky took his hard penis into her mouth and began sucking away at it. Jamie threw his head back on the pillow. He raised his head and looked down at Becky. She gazed back up at him with a slut grin then popped his dick into her mouth again. Her head bobbed up and down a couple of more times then she began to stroke his shaft. Her tongue was pointed as she licked his cock, she sucked a ball in then moved to the top of his prick and teased the tip and hole.
Becky stood beside the bed and reached behind and undid her black dress with the white pattern. It fell to floor leaving her standing beside the bed in her bra, stockings and black panties. She drew the panties down over her hips, she wore them over the suspenders, bad girl style. Jamie stared at the dark triangle of muff. Becky climbed back onto the bed,
“Do you want me to eat you out?” Jamie asked.
“No,” Becky replied, “I want you to fuck me.” Becky then slung her leg over Jamie and took his dick between her fingers and aimed it at her slit. Jamie watched as Becky lowered herself and he saw his knob disappear into her. Her twat was warm, soft and deep. Becky pumped on his dick, his girth stretching her love channel. Becky undid the front clasp of her bra and her large breasts dropped into sight. She leaned forward and Jamie took a large pink nipple into his mouth and suckled happily. Becky let out a pleasurable moan as he sucked her boob and she began rocking on his cock.
“Uh, uh, uh, my God your cock feels good inside me,” she panted as she fucked her husband. Jamie couldn’t say a thing, his face was buried between her tits. Becky pushed herself up and continued rocking on Jamie, he gazed at her tits swinging in front of his face, he looked at her and she gave him the slut grin again, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. Jamie released a stream of semen deep into Becky’s cunt.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. His orgasm was intense. It was good he was laying down, he actually felt light headed. Becky sat up, running her hands over Jamie’s firm body. She could feel the initial surge of his cum in her then the pulsing of each spurt. When she felt him begin to subside she lifted herself off of him…Jamie’s sticky prick fell and slapped against his body. Becky rolled down beside him.
They laid there in silence for a couple of minutes, basking in the glow of sex. Becky then asked,
“Your friend, Sarah…would she like to join us next time?
Jamie was surprised, “Really? Probably…that would be a story to tell…”

[guvn00rr]

Viv prepared the studio for the appointment. It was to be her first session on her own. After being impressed by her work, Tom, the studio’s owner had called her in for a talk one day. He had said he was wanting to expand the business and wondered if she would like to be a partner in the firm. Viv immediately agreed…this was great she was barely an assistant for less than a year and she was part owner of the company. Tom had gone to Canada to do some wildlife photography for a contest he wanted to enter so she was on her own. Business had been good lately with the end of school and weddings, she was occupied with printing and assembling the various shoots. The phone had rang before noon one day.
“Excellence Photography,” Viv answered, “Viv here, how may I help?”
“Hi, my name’s Brent,” the voice responded. “I’m an actor and my agent suggested I get some publicity photos done and I found your number in the book and I would like to book an appointment.”
“Definitely,” Viv replied. “I’m on my own right now but if possible could you come round after 6? My shop closes at 5:00 and I can set up beforehand and we can work without being interrupted during the session.”
“I can,” Brent agreed. “See you then, bye.”
Viv heard a tapping at the front of the store and saw a man about her age waiting outside. She opened the door,
“Brent? Hi I’m Viv, come in.”
“Hello, thanks for taking me at short notice,” Brent replied. He was slightly taller than Viv ,and Viv was tall, and his hair was a dirty blonde, styled with gel in a boy band cut.
“Come to the back,” Viv lead the way, “let’s discuss some ideas I have.”
Brent followed Viv to the back garden of the studio. Being the basement shop, they had the luxury of an outdoor space for additional scenes. Viv had Brent sit on a bench and took some casual shots, gently directing him to get the best light or various gestures. Brent leaned up against the tree, smiling into the lens.
“Perfect,” Viv said, “you’re very handsome.”
“Why, thank you, Viv,” Brent stammered, no one had ever said that to him directly before.
“Let’s go back into the studio and we can do some more formal portrait shots.” Viv suggested.
Setting the camera on a tripod and changing the setting to black and white, Viv had Brent sit on a bar stool in the middle of the studio and shot the standard celebrity photos of him…serious, smiling, thoughtful, hand on chin gazing into the distance. Then Viv had an idea,
“How about some beefcake shots?” she asked.
“You mean like this,” Brent joked and he pouted his lips towards her pulling his hair forward over his forehead.
Viv laughed, “No…just open your shirt, hold it back by your waist.”
He unbuttoned his shirt and Viv was amazed by his physique. She hadn’t expected him to be tight but he was firm. She set the camera back to colour and snapped away, Brent looking seductive.
“Hang on, your hair isn’t right,” Viv said. For some reason she switched the camera to video mode and walked over to him. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed it back to its original place. She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked at him. Brent smiled back at her. For some unknown reason, she leaned in a kissed him. They both leaned back with an identical look of surprise then embraced again. Viv pushed the shirt from Brent’s shoulders and ran her hands down his back, the skin soft and smooth. They separated again and Brent looked at Viv. She removed her glasses then lifted her t-shirt over her head then took off her bra. He stared at her small breasts as they poked towards him. She undid her jeans and slid her panties down before Brent could loosen his belt. He gazed at this woman he had only just met and she was naked in front of him her small boobs, a shock of curly hair and a small patch of muff at the top of her legs. Brent quickly dropped his pants and undies. Viv nervously looked at his penis, it was proportional to him and quickly rising. They came together again, tongues searching each others mouths. Viv’s hands grabbed Brent’s buttocks, Brent’s caressing her bush. They separated again and Brent asked surprisingly,
“Is this what you usually do with clients?
“Not at all,” Viv replied. It had happened before in the studio with Tom a couple times, she thought. The last time was with that Indian woman.
Viv sat on the bar stool and spread her legs, she didn’t need to ask, Brent leaned in and began to lick her pussy. It felt good…it had been ages since she had been with a man. Brent knew what he was doing, he found her clit and pushed her over the edge. She grabbed his head and pushed his face into her as she had her orgasm. For some reason, Viv never made a sound when she came, her breathing almost stopped with the sensation then she let out a huge sigh.
Brent stood up and pushed down his prick and slid it into Viv’s damp hole. He looked up at Viv as he speared her. Her mouth was agape at the feeling of his cock filling her cunt. Again she made no sound as he pumped away, only gasping with each full penetration. After a couple minutes Viv whispered,
“Now, from behind.” Brent pulled out of her and watched her twat close slowly as he backed away. Viv stood up and raised one foot on the bar under the stool. Brent fed his tool back into her slot and resumed thrusting. The feeling was so intense for Viv, she lowered her foot to snug up her love channel. The tightness built the welling sensation in Brent and he blurted out,
“Oh my god…” He drew his cock from her cunt and began to jack off. Viv felt the spray on her buttocks. She reached behind and rubbed his cum over her arse. Turning to face him, they came together in a post sex embrace. They showered and after he bought her dinner. It was the only thing he could think of doing after what just happened in the studio.
A couple of weeks later Brent received his package in the mail. The photographs were perfect, a good selection of all for his agent to distribute. Inside the package there was a small envelope with a thumb drive. A note came with it, ‘Between us, I promise’ it said. Bent went to his computer and put in the drive. He opened the file and was amazed by the video of him and Viv making love. It wasn’t even pornographic, it was beautiful. He would have bought this video if it wasn’t him in it. He picked up his wallet and fished out the card. He began to dial his phone…

[guvn00rr]

Luisa dried her hair as she entered her bedroom. She was still wrapped in her towel. She had finally got a weekend off from work and her university work load was fairly light. She had promised to go out with some friends this evening. Dropping the towel on the floor she got dressed. She used to dress up for these nights out but now she just liked wearing some jeans, a t-shirt and her leather bomber jacket. Her friends showed up soon after and they walked to the Metro to go downtown.
They hit a couple of clubs at the far end of Ste. Catherine Street and when exiting one, Marc, her one friend looked across the street and noticed something,
“I know, he said, “let’s hit the strip club across the street for a laugh!”
“Right on!” answered Josh, another friend.
“No way!” squealed Camille
“Yuck,” Jenny piped in, “imagine what you could catch in there?”
“Probably smells like crotches and bums,” answered Luisa.
“That’s the place for me,” Josh announced and he crossed the road.
The girls outvoted the guys to not go in, “Oh well,” said Marc, “you know what they say, ‘You see one naked; you will want to see them all naked!’” The doorman nodded in agreement as they walked past.
They continued down the street and ended up at the traditional student pub near the schools. The place was packed on this cold night. With the music pumping and the general noise of people, the gang could hardly order their drinks it was so loud. Just then Luisa felt something. Turning around she looked at a guy she recognized from one of her classes. He was a football player but he was a pig. A couple times he was sitting close to her and making inappropriate comments. Tonight he was standing right behind her, drunk out of his skull. His hand was grabbing her buttocks. Over the racket the words were barely audible but he could read Luisa’s lips,
“FUCK OFF! Let go of me, creep!” The hulk laughed and moved towards her, she caught the stink of beer on his breath. Luisa lashed out and slapped him hard across the chops. Stunned then enraged he straightened up and she read his lips,
“Fuckin’ bitch!” He then lunged towards Luisa. Josh then stepped in. Although the hulk was head and shoulders above him, Josh had played rugby in high school and with a solid shove to the chest he dumped the hulk on his ass. A circle had formed around the hulk as her got up, swinging his fists erratically. Two bouncers appeared and dragged him to the back of the bar and tossed him out into the back alley into the cold Montreal night. He banged on the door,
“Where’s my fuckin’ coat…it’s fuckin’ cold out here!” A couple minutes later his jacket flew out the door and landed in a slush puddle by a dumpster.

Inside, Luisa was weeping. The gang had sat down and bought her a couple of drinks. She thanked the guys for helping her out. Although it wasn’t too late they decided to leave and head back home after all the excitement. They walked up the street to the Metro and Luisa noticed she was near her work. She felt she needed to go in to do something. She couldn’t explain to the gang so they bade each other good-byes and the rest of the gang headed towards the station and Luisa went into the hotel.
“Hi, Luisa, why are you here? The receptionist asked.
“I forgot something in my locker, I need it for tomorrow,” Luisa fibbed. She then got on the elevator and returned to the floor she was working on earlier in the week. She felt she had to do it…it must of have been the booze tonight that made her come to the decision. She wasn’t drunk, she just was a little tipsy. She went along to the room at the end of the hall and knocked on the door. The man called through the door,
“Housekeeping,” Luisa said. She heard the chain slide and the lock turn and the door opened up. The man stood there in a robe,
“We didn’t call for … oh, hello,” the man said. Behind him, his blonde wife came out of the bedroom. She recognized Luisa too. Before they said another word, Luisa blurted out,
“I…I’m sorry about the other day, that wasn’t normal. I’ve caught people before like that but I usually get out when I see that happening.”
“Well,” said the man, “Robyn and I were both a bit shocked when we saw we were being watched but were fairly liberal and we got a kick out of it. Oh, I’m David by the way…”
I’m Luisa. Again, I’m very sorry.” Luisa fished in her pocket and brought out the $100 bill and handed it back to David. “I can’t accept this,” she mumbled, “I don’t want you to think I was getting my kicks at your expense.”
David stared at the money and began to say, “I didn’t leave a…”
“It was me,” said Robyn. “I didn’t think that at all. I just didn’t want you to feel you intruded into our intimate time.” Luisa began to get weepy. “What’s wrong? I hope I haven’t upset you?”
“No, no,” said Luisa, “I’ve just been out with my friends and I’m a little woozy.”
Robyn approached Luisa and faced her, she was barely older than Luisa herself. “Listen,” she said, “a hundred bucks used to buy me a shitload of booze, you keep it.” Luisa sniffed then looked at Robyn and hugged her. Robyn then took her face in her hands and gave Luisa a long kiss on the lips. Luisa was startled. Robyn replied, “We were hoping you would come back…” and she then slid the robe off and stood before Luisa naked. Luisa looked at her body then turned to David. He was standing there with his robe open, his hands on his hips. An erection was peeking out of the hole in his boxer shorts. Maybe it was the booze, but Luisa didn’t feel uncomfortable or shocked this time. Robyn stood behind her, Luisa felt her jacket slide from her shoulders and Robyn’s hands pull up her t-shirt over her head. Her bra was loosened next. Her breasts fell free, David stared at her large brown nipples. Luisa undid her belt and Robyn slid her jeans and g-string down in one motion. Luisa approached David and knelt in front of him. She pulled his boxer shorts down, over his hard penis and took it in her mouth. After a couple of tries, she took his whole length down her throat and pulled back, licking as she went. David let out a groan and dropped the robe to the floor. She continued to suck and lick at his dick while underneath her Robyn had positioned herself and began to lick at her vagina. Luisa’s head began to spin with the combination of booze in her belly, a dick in her mouth and having her pussy licked.
“Ahhh!” she gasped as Robyn found her spot . Luisa gripped David’s cock and continued to jack him, staring up at his face with her large brown eyes. Robyn got up and asked Luisa,
“Do you want to fuck my husband?” Luisa agreed and they proceeded to the bedroom. “Lay down,” Robyn suggested. Luisa did and spread her legs and held open her labia. David slid his cock into her and began to thrust vigorously between her legs, the feeling was intense, through gritted teeth Luisa growled,
“Oh yes, fuck me just like that, ohh!” Luisa threw her head back on the bed. Her hands gripped her jiggling tits, fingers pinching her nipples then she felt a closeness around her face. She opened her eyes and saw Robyn’s blonde pussy descending towards her face. She stuck out her tongue and Robyn lowered her twat onto her face. Luisa had never tasted a woman before but she knew what she liked so she gave it to Robyn. Luisa began by licking Robyn’s lips, then sticking her tongue into her slit. Robyn gasped. Luisa then grabbed Robyn’s thighs and pulled her twat down closer to her face. Robyn let out moans of pleasure. All the while David continued to pump away at Luisa’s cunt. Robyn held onto her husband, kissing him madly as Luisa licked her out. Robyn let out a satisfied groan as Luisa coaxed an orgasm from her. Robyn raised herself from Luisa’s face and put her face beside her and Luisa asked,
“Can I watch him fuck you again?” Robyn agreed and they traded places. David positioned himself between Robyn’s legs and was about to start when Luisa said,
“Hold on.” It was a request he could barely comply with. “I want to see you enter her,” Luisa asked and put her face down near David’s prick. Luisa gave it a quick suck then watched the tip separate Robyn’s pussy lips and his shaft slide in. “Ooh, wow, I have never seen a cock fuck a cunt so closely before,” Luisa remarked. Robyn groaned with delight as David pumped into her twat. Luisa began kissing and nibbling David’s chest and nipples. She moved down his torso to his navel and kissed his gyrating pects, he could hold it no longer but Luisa had one more request,
“I want to see you come again!” Just in time David pulled out of his wife and shot his load onto her belly. Luisa was amazed by the sight. David leaned back when he was finished and Luisa licked his cum from Robyn’s body. Robyn blurted out,
“Share! That’s mine too, you know!” Luisa then moved up and swapped cum with Robyn in a passionate kiss. David laid down between them and they cuddled themselves to sleep.

The sun shone in the hotel room window. Luisa slowly opened her eyes then realized where she was. She sat up straight in bed, she was still naked. “Shit,” she thought and jumped out of bed, she was alone in the room. Luisa found her clothes, neatly folded on the end of the bed with an envelope beside it. Inside was another $100 bill and a note. It read ‘You were amazing, don’t be ashamed. If you are ever in Ottawa, look us up.’ It was signed David and Robyn with their number. Searching through her clothes, she found her g-string, on the front, there was another lipstick kiss.

[neil w]

The Intruder

He smiled in the darkness. Unexpected entry was his speciality - in more ways than one, he thought, with a silent chuckle. The big old house was dark, quiet, locked up tight for the night. The only sign of movement was the blinking red light on the exterior box of the burglar alarm. The house was totally secure. Or so the lady of the house thought, as she lay sleeping in the master bedroom. But he knew better. He knew that the lady had been widowed some months ago, leaving her with two small children who lay sleeping in their own rooms down the hall. He knew that her husband had been wealthy, and that the family wanted for nothing in material terms. And, most importantly, he knew the house - locked doors and windows were no barrier to him. Entry into the house should be, for him, simple.

And so it was. He stood upright, bag in hand, getting his bearings in the darkness. Taking great care to remain silent he prowled about the house, following his tried and tested plan of action, perfected over the years, and in so many dark, silent homes. Even as he admired the beautiful items the woman had on display in the hall cabinets, the display lights doubling as a nightlight for the children, he knew that it was critically important to remain silent. And the big risk was that there would be noise from the bag in which he placed his valuables - he smiled again at the thought that, for a while at least, the things in his bag were, indeed, his and no-one else’s. So he carried the bag and opened it, whenever necessary, carefully - oh so carefully.

At last he was done. He paused in the hall, listening. The door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar, and soft snores came from within. On little more than a whim, he took the two steps necessary to the door, pushed it open, looked within.

The light from the hall cabinets cast a dim glow by which he could see the woman as she lay sleeping. The central heating was on, in deference to the small children, and she had pushed the quilt off in her sleep. She wore a simple cotton nightie which had rucked up to the bottom of her ribcage. One long, smooth leg stretched down the bed. The other, her left, was bent, the knee flung out to one side. The dark smudge of her pubic patch was clearly visible in the low light.

He pushed the door closed, leaving the room in near darkness, and put the bag down - great care, again, to make sure there was no noise from its contents. His hands dropped to the belt buckle at his waist. Moments later, he knelt at the side of the bed, and inched his way towards her. He began gentle ministrations - soft, slow, delicate - his breath and his tongue doing the work of a thousand tiny fingers. In the depths of sleep her body reacted to the subtle stimulation and her right leg drew up, displaying her core to him.

He continued his soft assault on her, still almost hesitant but, all the time, pressing home more firmly and, in sleep, her body continued to respond, her thighs folding back and up, as if to present herself to him more fully, small groans beginning to escape her lips. When he judged the time to be right, he brought his fingers into play, invading, yet so gently that her body responded without any conscious awareness on her part.

And then she was awake, woken by the throes of impending orgasm, so transported by the richness of sensation that she gave no thought to the how or why of the mouth and fingers bringing such pleasure to her. As the roaring in her blood overtook her, she felt the mattress give under his weight as he climbed onto the bed. And, nudged into her opening, the second unexpected entry, the wonderful bluntness of his invading weapon.

He paused, strangely hesitant, waiting, stretched horizontally below her like the crosspiece of an inverted letter T, barely in her. She lifted her legs and hooked her feet over him, used her legs as levers to pull him further into her. She groaned as she felt him filling her.

"It’s been so long," she said, her voice full of yearning. It was the only time either of them spoke throughout the entire act. And then they were scrabbling, changing position, spoonfitting on their left sides, him behind her, she arching her rear to him as he continued to move slowly, so slowly, his pace measured, even as she tried to increase the tempo.

He bunched her nightie up, pulled it over her head as she lifted her arms for him, and his hands reached round her. Her breasts filled his hands, her nipples sensitive against his palms as he cupped, squeezed, rubbed and caressed. He pulled up closer to her, and she felt lips nuzzling the nape of her neck, whiskers rasping, smelt his man-smell, the odour of fresh perspiration. And still the leisurely thrusting continued.

Then he began to thrust faster, his length buried to its furthest extent, and then beyond even that, her senses filled with the sounds, the grunts and groans, the exquisite friction from within. And she ground her junction back at him, synchronised to his rhythm, the forks of their legs intersecting and joined by his pistoning into her sheath.

She felt him starting to pulse within her, and it tipped her over the edge. And his last thrusts, slower but firmer, both of them pulsing, spasming, gasping for breath. And then, exhausted, falling to the mattress, ragged-breathed, sweat-slicked, hearts pounding.

As the pulse of their blood slowed, he moved up behind her again, cupped a breast gently, swept his hand down to her mound and smoothed her sweat-dampened hair, kissed her gently on the neck again, rasping her with those whiskers. And then his weight was gone from the bed.

She heard the sounds of dressing in the darkness. Then soft light as he opened the door. She heard him picking up his bag, no need for silence now. And she turned to look at him for the first time. He paused in the doorway, his bag in hand, and looked down at her, meeting her eyes.

"Thank you for my Christmas present, Santa," she said. He smiled and returned to the roof where his sleigh was waiting.

[guvn00rr]

“Excuse us, excuse us , everything alright? Oh! We’re sorry!” Two ladies on bikes had stopped where they had found a couple of bikes at the side of the trail and approached to see if they could help. A young couple had dozed off, naked, in the field. The woman rolled over and quickly found her stuff and began to dress, the guy forgetting where he was leapt up and stood in front of the ladies in the buff. They gazed at his penis dangling down.
“No problems, ladies,” he mumbled as he began to search for his shorts. “Just fell asleep after lunch, that’s all!” The ladies turned away and rolled their eyes at each other. After riding along clear of the couple they began to laugh,
“I think we caught them at the wrong time,” giggled Diane, a buxom red head. “Were you looking at his cock?”
“Absolutely not, I’m married!” Barb blurted out, lying. She then began to giggle again, “it looked nice, she was a lucky girl!”
“I wasn’t looking at him,” said Diane, “she was very pretty.”
Barb and Diane had been friends for years. They were here in the Rockies for a spa getaway. Barb knew Diane was lesbian, but that had always been cool.
“Hey look at that!” called out Diane, “See that moose over there?” They reached another clearing and pulled off behind some trees. A majestic bull came out of the woods on the far side, he was shining in the afternoon light, basking in the sun. On his head, a full set of antlers.
“Beautiful,” Barb remarked. “I love the colour of his coat.” Just then she felt a hand begin to rub her waist. Barb turned and faced Diane. Without any warning Diane leaned in and kissed Barb. Barb pulled back slightly and looked at Diane astonished,
“What, what…” Barb stammered.
“I don’t know, but finding those two kind of gave me some feelings…” Diane explained. “I just feel like I need someone right now.”
“I’ve never felt like this either,” answered Barb. “I’ve never kissed a woman like that before. Come here.” Diane approached and they embraced again, more passionately than before. Behind them on the trail, the young couple they found passed on their bikes unaware of what was going on behind the trees. Diane unzipped Barb’s cycling top and grabbed a hand of ample breast. She slid the shirt off of her shoulders and stood back. Barb’s nipples stood up in the cool mountain air. Diane lifted her shirt off and let her breasts fall into sight. They both dropped their pants and came together again in a vigorous embrace. Their hands caressed each other, feeling each other’s soft spongy buttocks, massaging each other’s backs.
“Taste me, Barb,” whispered Diane and gently pushed her down to her red haired pubic hair.
“I’ve never done this…” began Barb.
“Do what you like done to you, Barb,” answered Diane.
Barb kissed her pubes then nuzzled her nose into the gap. Diane separated her legs and let Barb’s tongue explore her labia. Barb was amazed at the softness of her lips. Diane began to breathe heavier with each swipe of Barb’s tongue. Diane pushed Barbs head closer into her as Barb found her clit. Diane then let out a deep sigh. Barb looked up at Diane then rolled onto her back on the grass and spread her legs and labia. Without a word Diane leaned in and began to eat Barb’s pussy. Barb threw her head back with Diane’s expert tongue lapping away at her twat. She loved being eaten out, her husband of 30 years was good at it but this was different, a woman knows what a woman wants. Diane licked away at her friends snatch then stuck her tongue out further and rimmed Barb. Barb’s eyes bugged out at the feeling,
“Wow,” she thought,” She just licked my asshole!” She lifted Diane’s head and pulled her up her body. Barb then said to her, “hump me like a man!” Diane positioned herself between Barb’s legs and began to rub her pussy against Barb’s. Diane began moving her hips back and forth, Barb’s hands gripping her buttocks and setting the pace of her thrusts. Diane’s tits dangled down into Barbs and face and she nuzzled in Diane’s cleavage as they bumped beavers. Barb looked up to Diane’s face and she saw that her mouth had tightened up, just then Diane let out another strong gasp,
“Shit!” Diane panted, “you just made me come!” Laughing, they came together in a warm hug then rolled apart on the grass. After five minutes, they both got up,
“Let’s get going,” Barb said, “we don’t want to get caught ourselves!”
They got themselves dressed then picked up their bikes. They couldn’t ride for a bit because both of their pussies were still tingling, so they walked the remainder back to their car.

Up on a higher trail a photographer picked up his gear. Tom had got some fantastic photos of an eagle soaring through the mountain valley. He had even managed to pick out its nest and took some pictures of it resting. He made his way down the trail and spotted a moose coming out of the trees. Tom raised his camera and focused on this amazing beast. Tom lowered the camera to change the lens, and after putting on a larger lens, he tried to find the moose again but it had gone. A man and a woman rode by on their bikes on the lower trail then a metallic shine caught his eye. In a clearing behind the trail he saw a pale motion. He focused his camera on the spot and saw two ladies rolling around naked in the clearing. With his powerful lens, it was almost like he was standing at their feet looking at them. Tom pushed the shutter button down on his camera…