You sigh against my mouth as I thumb your nipple lazily.  You feel so good against me, yet while I am enjoying your body, the sensations coursing through me I cant help but feel trepidation. The thought of being discovered fills me with fear and excitement. My heart is racing.

“Price check in aisle 4” a voice boom breaking our sensual reverie. I pull away from you.

“Look, I don’t know you” I begin. I bite my lip. “Maybe we should stop. Someone could see us.”

You grip my chin forcing me to look at you. Your eyes are heavy lidded with desire. Hunger. Your cheeks are flush with excitement. “You don’t need to know my fucking name! I don’t want a commitment.You just have to get between my legs and eat my pussy!”

Your words stun me, and lust surges through me. I never give up my control for anyone, and you are no exception. However, I feel a strange restlessness need to obey you.

I try to reason with you again. “Perhaps we can go somewhere more private. The restroom.”

You make a face. “A restroom? are you serious?” you gag.

Thinking about it now, I realize how ridiculous and nasty that suggestion was. “Ok then about our vehicles?”

You huff impatiently. “You need to be quiet. I see your mouth moving, but I don’t see it where its supposed to be. Between my thighs!”

Oh shit, you really are beginning to test my patience with your orders, I stamp down my anger. Yet your words are so provocative. I can feel my pussy juice dripping. Soaking my panties making it uncomfortable.

I kiss you again. This time I take my time. Your lips part, sighing. I slide my tongue over yours. The kiss deepens. Turns hungry.

You make a sound when I tear at the bodice of your romper, ripping it down the front. You stagger backward against the fruit display. Your hands flail wildly, grabbing onto the stand behind you. I am startled by how easy the fabric gives and I chuckle.

Thrust upwards in your awkward position, you poise seductively. Your breasts are high on your chest, nipples pink and hard.

“Hey! Not so rough!” you warn me. “this was a $200 designer romper!”

My eyebrow rises in disbelief. Then a slow smile curves on my lips. “Maybe I should have told you. I dont like being told what to do unless I am naked. Even then I make a horrible submissive.” I finger comb your hair then twist my fingers into the strands.

You gasp at the sudden pain. “What the fuck are you doing?” you hiss.

I tap your mouth closed with a finger of my other hand. “You look so beautiful. Don’t ruin the moment by speaking.”

Your breath hitches against my finger and I drag it over your lips down your throat. my fingers encircle your throat as if they were a necklace. “If you move at all. I will be very upset.” I squeeze gently “Do not move.”

You moan. I release your hair, my fingers stroking down the length of your body. I rip the rest of your flimsy romper of you. The material floats to your feet.

My eyes meets your. As if you sense my unspoken command, you kick off the remains. You are wearing no underwear. You are totally nude. At my whim.

I can feel you shiver. Is it out of anticipation? Fear? Hunger?

“What did you expect to happen?” I murmur, “Did you think this would go your way?”

You made a sound. I chuckle. “You went up to a complete stranger! And begged them to eat your pussy!” I cup your breast. “You were pretty gutsy. You should know. I always get my way.” I purr as I lower my head.

My breath whispers over your skin, teasing you. My tongue snakes out. Slowly ever so slowly I swirl the tip of your nipple with my tongue. You moan. My teeth follow in my tongue’s wake. Raking against the sensitive flesh. You gasp. I bite down.

“Oh fuck!” You cry.

I chuckle. I turn my attention to your other breast with my tongue and teeth, alternating rolling and pinching your nipples leaving you trembling and crying for more.

I straighten. I am little disappointed no one came to investigate your cries. We were still alone in the produce section. “Get on the stand,” I order you.

You glance over your shoulder, hesitant how to accomplish my order. There were apples and bananas. Blueberries in the next stand.

“This isnt hard.” I am brusque. “Get up there.”

You bite your lip, the turmoil on your face makes me smile. “Don’t bother to have second thoughts,” I tell you. “You wanted me to eat your fucking pussy! Now get up there!”

The harshness in my tone motivates you into climbing up onto the stand. Your slender golden body reclines on the apples, your blonde hair fanning underneath your head. “You look beautiful” I muse.

You smile. “Do I?”

I nod.

I run my hands up down your thighs. You part them willingly. Your hands sliding down to spread your pussy lips apart. Your pussy juice drips down onto the apples.

I lower my head. I pressed a kiss to the inner side of your thigh, dragging my mouth up to brush my lips over your slit.

You moan. Your fingers ease away as I slide my tongue deep. You taste wonderful, as I lick up your juice.

I lift up my eyes to meet your gaze. Your cupping your breasts, kneading them. Your lips are parted, as you moan how much you want me to eat you.

“yes just like that.” you whimper. “oh my god. don’t stop! Ok!”

I am teasing your asshole with lazy slow swirls of my tongue, going back to dip into your pussy hole. I flick the opening with my tongue making you squirm.

Your fingers dive into my hair, trying to direct me to your clit. I smack them away. “I will stop!” I tell you.

“Please!” You wail. “I am so close! I am about to cum! Why are you teasing me!”

I don’t answer instead glue my mouth to your pussy hole and tongue fuck you. Your body locks in mid-air as tiny convulses roll through you. Your moans turn into a scream that echoes in the supermarket.

“Well, you were too easy!” I smack my lips as I lap up all the juice spraying into my mouth. I didn’t give you time to recover before I was sliding my fingers inside you.

Your pussy muscles are clenching from your orgasm, so tight. My fingers are deep, I rise up between your thighs. My fingers in your hair and I kiss you. You whimper as my fingers jack in and out of your pussy. Hard and fast.

“Like this?” I pant. “Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a slut!”

“Fuck you, bitch!” you wail. “Oh my god! get on your knees and eat my pussy!” you shove yourself at me, knocking me to the floor.

Dazed, I am sprawled out on the floor. I watch as you climb over me, your expression of victory. I sigh. When were you going to learn?

I let you sit on my face, but didn’t move. You glance down at me. “What are you doing?” you panted. “I said eat me!”

I hook my arms over your thighs and sat up, hauling you up so your shoulders are on the floor, and your legs are over my shoulders. “I told you I make a really bad submissive! Nobody tells me what to do.” I remarked.

With you so precariously positioned you plead with me to eat you. “Please make me cum again!”

I bury my face in your pussy. my tongue slips into your slit. dipping back and forth, flicking across your clit. You gasp. Each teasing stroke of my tongue across your clit makes your body jolt like electricity is being sent through. Fresh squirts of juice are being spraying into my mouth.

I begin to suck on your clit. Hard.

“Yes! Yes!” you shout. your heels dig into my back as your pussy grinds my face.

I am plunging two fingers deep inside your hole, pumping them hard. You are sobbing as orgasms make your body shake hard. I release your still shaking body, smiling as you curl into a ball.

I slowly become aware that we were no longer alone in the produce department. A couple stood watching, their jaws slack.

“Why can’t you make me shake like that!” the woman demanded. The man turned an embarrassing red.

“For godsakes Amber!” the man shushed her.

“Don’t you shush me, Richard! I haven’t had an orgasm in the 10 years we have been married!” the woman cried. She scurried forward. “He tries but doesn’t do the job right,” she whispers.

I wipe my mouth with my sleeve. Bewilder with the awkward situation I was in I couldn’t say anything. You are still in a sexual stupor, lying in a pool of your cum.

“Perhaps you can come by and you can help me out.” Amber suggests.






In the supermarket, today deciding what fruits or veggies to have for my morning smoothies. At this time of night, the supermarket is pretty dead. Just a few employees working reminding me of zombies. Half motivated to work. Clothes disheveled, vacant eyes. Elevator music playing over the PA.
I am amused by the thought of the dead working at the supermarket.
While my favorites play in my earbuds, I hum along perusing the veggies, I am suddenly distracted by something out of the corner of my eye.
You were in the fruit section. Your head cocked contemplating a melon thoughtfully. Your blonde hair pulled up away from your face by clips. You wore little makeup seemed to make your complexion glow. Your pale yellow romper complimented your golden skin. The neckline plunging low to allow a glimpse of your full round breasts. Your long legs accentuated by the heels you wore.
Lust kicked up inside me. You were sexy. Damn!
As if you sensed my stare you raised your head and turned to look at me.
Our eyes locked.
My heart began to race. Perhaps out of embarrassment that I am caught staring, I can feel my skin heating.
My breathing hitched when you hesitantly smiled, you tucked your hair behind your ear and turned your attention back to the melon in your hands.
I sigh and also went back to my basket of veggies.
“Excuse me,” I am startled. Yanking out my earbuds, I find you staring at me.
“I am sorry I was wondering if you could help me.” You bite your lip.
Butterflies in my stomach send nervous chills throughout my body, causing weak knees and light-headedness because you are more beautiful close-up.
“Ah sure,” I smile at you. “What can I do?”
“I am having trouble finding ripe melons.” you have such a defeated expression on your face that I chuckle.
“Sorry,” I apologize. “It’s not that hard.” my fingers brush yours when I take your melon. My eyes drift to your breasts. I wonder if they would fit in my palms.
Your nipples harden under my gaze. I raise my eyes back to yours. The underlying heat in the intensity of your gaze as you smile faintly sends a surge of excitement throughout my body.
Were you really here for the melon?
“First you tap it.” I murmur
“I wouldn’t mind if you tap me.” you murmur in my ear.
I thought I heard wrong. “What?”
“Right here.” you smile. “I don’t want this fucking melon. I wanted to be fucked.”
Your words are blowing my mind. “Whoa hold up, do you usually hit up the supermarket for a quick lay?”
“No” you play with my shirt “I was about to leave because no one here looked like they would be the wham bam thank you ma’am kind of person I need.”
I scoff “and I do?” did I look that desperate?
“You look like the kind of woman who will eat me here and now.” you take me by the hand and slide it inside your romper to cup your breast.
Your skin is so soft. Your breast fits in my palm.
“You find me beautiful? You want me don’t you?” you breath against my mouth.
“Of course I do.”
“then fuck me. ”
I kiss you.

  • well the beginning.
  • I am going to eat chicken now. I wish I was eating out a woman or having a guy fuck me…




A Million Dollars – 4

Another wonderful sexy story!



While I slumbered in the bed, Becky and Holly got busy in the shower. They had all five shower heads spraying and the water was hot and steam filled the room. Holly reached for the large plug in Becky’s ass and pulled it out. Of course, Becky felt empty now that the plug was no longer filling her. Holly told Becky, “Wait a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Becky stood under the sultry flow of water, letting the liquid flow over her shoulders and down her breasts. Rivulets of water passed between her tits and across her belly as she became lost in thought, “Trip is something else. Setting this all up just for me. I’m so thankful he wasn’t just blowing smoke up my butt about the million dollar trip. It was so amazing being in his arms alone when Holly was showering. I can’t wait to be…

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A million Dollars – 3

wowza! The third chapter…
I need a cold shower!



Now that we were all cleaned up and immediate needs met, it was time to get down to some real fun. Holly already knew what was going to happen next, but Becky was in for a tremendous surprise. While Holly kept Becky occupied, I went to the toy chest and found what I wanted, locking manacles for Becky’s ankles and wrists. I attached two each to two spreader bars and then attached the bars to the adjustable chains at the head and foot board framework made of thick tubular stainless steel. I located a ring gag that would serve our purpose nicely, leaving her mouth open for things to go in there as we desired.

The first inkling that Becky had was when I snapped the first manacle around her left ankle. She was momentarily distracted from the pussy on her face, but her focus became acute when her…

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A Million Dollars – 2

wow! the second part of Trip’s story was just as hot wouldnt you agree?
When I first read this, I had been on my break! I wasnt alone! I wonder if anyone wondered why I was blushing! and squirming in my seat!



The motel we found was as their web page described: spacious and luxurious cabins, intimate privacy for the discerning couple. I had booked the one furthest from the office and situated behind a two row staggered stand of blue spruce. Once we got inside the cabin, I suggested that Holly take a long hot shower while I spent some alone time with my new travel partner.

I’d been longing to get Becky alone since I’d picked her up at the airport but I also wanted to get started on making her dreams come true, so I settled on this compromise. Holly said she was going to take a long bath followed by a hot steamy shower. We were going to make our own steaminess.

I stood before Becky and took her in my arms. I held her while whispering in her ear, “I can’t wait for Holly to be…

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A million Dollars – 1

Another story written about me I enjoyed by Trip!
Sexy as fuck!



Becky and I had joked about the million dollars and what we’d do if either of us had won an outrageous sum like that. I’d been playing the lotto for years at work, never expecting to win yet fantasizing about what I’d do if it did happen. Well, I no longer had to dream because I finally hit pay dirt, serious hard cash. Not just a million, but seventeen more making a total of eighteen million after the rest of our group split the winnings.

I gave my wife half as agreed and then told her of my plan to tour the country with a girl named Becky. She smiled and took her half, “Thank you for your honesty. I’m going to miss you but this will make it easier. Besides, now you can deal with this shit hole, the dog and all your issues and I can look…

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I could sense someone was watching me. The hairs on the back of my neck rose up in awareness.
i gave Mira’s pussy one final long deep tongue fuck then lifted myself halfway between her legs. I glanced down at her. The woman reminded me of Cleopatra reclining. Awaiting to be serviced. Or in this case to be fucked once more. Her dusky hued skin smelled of flowers and sex. Her blonde hair was long and silky and damp from perspiration.
Her breasts were rosy tipped and they heaved with her shaky breathing. Her thighs were open, revealing her glistening pussy lips, her quivering clit. She was one of hell of a beautiful woman. She seemed to love the attention I gave her pussy, which was evident in the soaked sheets under her. Mira’s mouth pulled into a pout. “That was only four orgasms, Becky you promised me 10.” she rolled over onto her side to gaze up at me.

“That was only four orgasms, Becky you promised me 10.” she rolled over onto her side to gaze up at me.
I chuckled. Mira was right. “I did. But I thought I heard something.” I glanced again at the door. “Are you sure we are alone.”
Mira shrugged. “I have a roommate you know.” she sighed. “Come back to bed, Becky.”
I stretched. “I will. I need a drink.” I leaned in for a long, deep kiss. Mira’s tongue danced with mine and she moaned tasting herself in my mouth.
I bounced out of bed grabbing my shirt and shrugging it on. Maybe I was being paranoid. Roommate or not I didn’t like things that went bumped in the night.
Mira lived in a two bedroom apartment in Soho. I met her a few weeks ago at a bookstore. She had made an asinine comment about a Doctor Who episode and we got into a heated conversation. To shut her up I kissed her.
The noise came again. Startling me out of my reverie. It was coming from downstairs. I tiptoed downstairs, cursing my luck that I didnt have a weapon like a baseball bat with me.
The last stair creaked. I froze. The air around me was silent except my breathing. I stood at the foot of the stairwell, frozen.
A light came from the living room. Maybe Mira’s roommate came home? I crept towards the living room.
A breathless moan then a little sigh followed by another moan.
I frowned. I peeked around the corner.
A much younger woman than Mira was slouched on the sofa. Her thighs draped open slowly spreading wider so I could see clearly. Her pink pussy was already wet as she slid her fingers down her slit. She gasped as she made her way towards her hole, slowly teasing the outside of it.
What the fuck was going on here, I thought mesmerized by the sight of a woman finger fucking. Had she heard Mira and I fucking? The idea made my pussy throb. I was getting turned on as I watched this woman.
I heard the catch of her breath as she began to palm her pussy. She circled her clit with one hand, using the other to fill herself with two fingers. She curved her fingers and forced them deep inside her.
“Becky?” Mira’s voice startled us both. “Becky what are you doing down here?” I turned to find Mira walking towards me.
I could hear the other woman gasping and scrambling to right herself behind me. “Nothing. I told you I thought I heard something.” I replied.
Mira had not bothered to dress. She slithered up to me, pressing up against me. She hadnt noticed the other woman yet. She kissed me long hard. “I missed you so much,” she sighed. I chuckled.
“I was only gone two minutes.” I slid my arms around her. I turned her around so her back was to the couch, angling her so the woman could see Mira’s still wet pussy. My fingers caressed Mira’s still sensitive clit.
“I love how wet you still are,” I rasped.
“Come to bed,” Mira whimpered.
“I want to make you cum right here,” I whispered.
I wondered if the woman would do or say anything as I slid to my knees, and drew Mira’s thigh over my shoulder. I nuzzled Mira’s pussy with my face.
“Oh, Becky!” Mira cried out my name as my tongue slide along her slit, deep into her. Mira groaned. “you are going to make me cum!” she gasped.
My eyes met the woman’s. she hadnt moved from the couch, her features pink from embarrassment and arousal. She slowly closed her thighs and she sat up.
“Mira,” the woman finally spoke. “Arent you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”
Mira shrieked, her arms flailing as she whipped about. I fell back on the floor. “Oh my god, Nia! How long have you been sitting there!” she cried.
Nia shrugged. “I got back into town three hours ago” she sighed.
Three hours ago Mira and I had been in bed. Mira glared angrily at the other woman
“I am Nia.” the woman acknowledged me. “Mira has manners like a barnyard animal! I would shake your hand but…”
I laughed. “I am Becky.” I gazed at her fingers remembering where they had been, I took her hand anyway and brushed them against my lips. She tasted sweet. Nia jerked back in shock.
“you should have called to let me know you were having company!” Nia scowled.
“Me!” Mira exclaimed incredulously “You should have called to let me know you were here!”
I was enjoying this banter immensely but I was confused.
“why would she call you if she lives here?” I asked.
“Lives here?” Mira snorted. “Nia is not my roommate! She is my sister!”
I laughed. “Really?” I coughed. That was awkward. Nia glared at me.
“I am going to bed, I will see you in the morning, Mira!” Nia stood. “It was nice meeting you, Becky!”
Mira sighed. “Better have headphones. Becky promised me more orgasms!” she shot back.
“Better stuff a sock in it then, dont want the neighbours to call the cops and report animal abuse!” Nia retorted as she climbed the stairs. “You sound like one of dad’s old horses.”
I stifled my laughter at Mira’s outraged expression. “You little bitch!”
Mira turned to me and wrapped her arms around me. “I am sorry you had to see us like that.” she apologised. “She is my half sister. She crashes here whenever she is in the city.”
I kissed her. “No worries. That was very entertaining. I had a good laugh. I think your orgasmic screams are sexier than hell.”
Mira smiled. “Do you?”
I nodded. I took her by the hand and led her back upstairs. “Lets finish what we started ok?”
Mira giggled. “I dont know if I can. She will be listening.”
“What do you think she was doing the whole time I was making you cum?” I asked.
Mira clapped her hands to her face in mortification. “No!”
“Yes. She said she was here three hours ago. she heard us the whole time. I caught her finger fucking herself.”
Mira made a face. “Should I be grossed out?”
We reached the bedroom and Mira closed the door behind me. I threw her onto the bed. “I think we shouldnt care.” I said breathlessly as she rolled onto me.
We laughed.
The next morning I woke up before Mira. I let her lay in the bed sleeping. dressing in my shirt and leggings from the night before I quietly closed the door as I left the bedroom. I walked past Nia’s room noting the door was open. The bed unmade.
Passing the bathroom I could hear the shower running. I drew up short. Visions of Nia under the water, soaping her breasts and pussy had me wound tight.
The water stopped. she was humming a few bars of music. The door opened a few minutes later. A bath towel wrapped around her, her hair slicked back from her face.Her face registered surprise when she saw me standing there.
Surprise glimmered to annoyance. “What are you doing?” she demanded.
“I was wondering how you slept?” a grin kicked up my lips.
“Oh you are so funny.” she sneered. Her eyes dropped to my mouth, to my breasts then glanced away. “I slept fine. I had my headphones on.”
“I am glad that you slept fine.” I mused. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I want to apologise for being so rude to you last night.”
Nia sniffed. “You weren’t rude. You were eating my sister out in front of me.” she pointed out.
I frowned thoughtfully. “So that’s not rude then?”
Nia scowled. “Whatever.” she pushed past me to march down the hall to the bedroom.
My interest was piqued now.
I followed Nia into her bedroom. Startling her when I closed the door and pushed her up against it. “Ow Becky! What are you doing?” she cried. Her protest got smothered when I kissed her. She struggled against me, pushing. I put the weight of my body against hers, thrusting my thighs between hers pinning her to the door.
Her body felt so soft against mine. The scent of her shampoo her body wash lingered on my senses. Her lithe slender body. Her smaller breasts against mine. I caressed her body enjoying the feel of her satiny skin. I slid my hands down to scoop up her ass and fit her tight against me.
“You need to fuck off!” Nia’s breathless protest made me wetter.
“You mean fuck you?” I teased against her mouth. “I could do that. Do you want me to fuck you?”
Her hands were pushing against my shoulders half-heartedly as I rocked against her.
the heat of her bare pussy seemed to sear through my leggings burning the skin of my thighs. The rocking of her hips glided her slit back and forth along my thighs, leaving a moist patch on my thigh.
She whimpered clutching at me as I slowly ground my thigh against her clit. Nia was moaning against my mouth, as her pussy dripped all over my thighs soaking my leggings. My heart was pounding.
“What are you doing? My sister is in the next room.” she panted when I broke our kiss. “she will hear us!”
“I couldn’t help it,” I murmured. “You looked so damn sexy.” I nuzzled her throat. “I had thoughts of you in my head all night. Wondering if you were listening to Mira and I fucking.”
“I was NOT listening.” Nia cried outraged.
I smirked. “Sure that was why you were masturbating. Finger fucking yourself?”
Nia struggled to free herself again. “You are disgusting!” she panted. “I don’t care what you and my sister do! I don’t care.” she whimpered when my teeth grazed her nipple. “Oh fuck off Becky!”
I giggled. “You are too cute.”
I withdrew from her long enough to unwrap her from her towel. Naked, she stood before me her hands at her sides, her lip between her teeth.
I took a deep breath of appreciation. “I cant wait to taste you.” I admitted to her.
Her face pinkened. “This is so wrong!” she moaned.
I took her hand and led her to the bed. “How? When all I am going to do is make you feel good?” I lowered her to the bed. I kissed her deeply. I stroked the length of her body with feather-light caresses.
“What will Mira think?” Nia sighed.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t care.” I winked at her “Truth is as long as I make her feel good, she wouldnt care.”
Nia glared at me. “And you make my sister feel good.”
“she was screaming my name wasn’t she?” I asked. “I made her cum so hard she was crying.” it was a slight exaggeration. “Did you enjoy the show?”
Nia moaned as I kissed my way down her body. I slowly eased her legs apart. I thumbed her clit, feeling her jerk against my touch. She moaned.

-got so hot writing this. I need to rub one off♥


“I see you are not very busy!” the woman had long dark hair coiled up in a ponytail. Her skin was lightly tanned, with minimal makeup. Dark rimmed glasses poised on her pert nose as she stared at me with green eyes. The watermelon pink camisole and black capris she was wearing accentuated her curves.

“Who me?” I stared blankly at her confused.

“Yes. I was wondering if you could help me.” her glossy pink lips came together in a pout. “I had a spill I need someone to clean it up.”

I frowned. Really?  I gave the atrium a cursory glance to find the lobby person, but to my luck, he was nowhere to be found. “Uh sure. Just let me get the mop.”

“It is quite a big mess. I am so sorry.” the woman gushed. “it might take a few moments of your time. Maybe you should tell someone you might be awhile.”

I tried to keep my annoyance from showing. Forcing a smile I assured the woman I would help her and walked over to my team leader to let him know where I was going.

How big of a mess would it be? I thought.

I followed the woman to the side of the restaurant. Tables were sectioned off, large plants giving diners some privacy.   three other women sat at the far corner. They twittered anxiously at their table, giggling when they saw me.

I frowned when I couldn’t see any spill. Or crumbs. What was going on here?

Suddenly the woman pivoted on her heel, forcing me to stop in my tracks. She placed her hands on her hips and fixed her cool stare on me “I lied. As you can see there is no mess.” she announced. “Except the mess between my legs.”

My eyes widened in shock. My jaw dropped. Her friends giggled. The woman seemed amused at my bewilderment.

The woman slowly slid her hand between her legs. “My pussy is begging for attention. It needs servicing.” she shifted her gaze to her friends then to me. “we need servicing. You are in the customer service business,” her voice became firmer. “are you not.”

My mind was reeling by what she was implying. Did she just tell me she wanted her pussy eaten? My heart began to pound. Here? In public? My pussy got wet.

“So why not get one of your girlfriends,” I gestured to her friends “to uh eat you out?” I asked.

All four of them laughed, nervously looking at each other. “We don’t want to eat each other. ” one piped up.

The woman began to peel her leggings off, and her panties.

Oh my god, I thought this was really happening. I could feel sweat bead on my brow. What if I got caught? What if… there were so many what ifs?

The woman took a seat on the chair and spread open her legs. I stared at her pussy. The pink glistening folds of her vulva, her clit peeking out. “I want to feel your fingers and tongue inside my pussy” she murmured. “I want to cum all over your face. So get on your knees!”

I obeyed.

-then I woke up! why my life!



Tonight you’re stressed I will wrap my arms around you and kiss you. I would snuggle on your lap, nestling against your chest.

“Come on, I’m trying to focus here” you protest as I nibbled on your ear, kissing my way down your throat.

I slowly undo your tie, unbutton the of your shirt.

“I’m helping you relax” I purred.

You groan as I grind slowly on you. “You work too hard, you need a distraction” I kiss you, draw your lower lip between my teeth and nip.

“Fuck!” You hiss your hand wraps around my hair and pull me back. Breathing hard you stare into my eyes, scowling at my mischievous grin. I play with your belt buckle. Letting my fingers brush over the hard thick length of your cock. I love how you throb and jump at my touch.

“Distraction?” you wonder out loud, “this isn’t a distraction, you are trying to seduce me!”

I burst out laughing. “I cant seduce you! That gene is missing!”

You grin and lean back in your chair. “Well whatever you call it, you can do it anytime you want.”

I smile happily “oh good!”

I stroke your cock through your trousers as you unbuckle your belt. You unzip your fly with deft fingers.

Wiggling out of your lap I kneel at your feet. My heart pounds. I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs. I am so wet. I wonder how patient I could be before I demanded you be inside me.

Your cock in hand, you stroke it slow “Do you want my cock, My Little Sex Monster?” you ask. Your voice is low and watching you makes me squirm. The muscles in your abs flex and contract as pre-cum drip over your fingers.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Open your mouth” you instruct. I obey. Slowly you tease me. Brushing my lips with the head of your cock, letting me taste your pre-cum.

“Let me see your tongue.” You bade. My tongue peeks out to touch your cock. You jerk away.

“Not yet.” You tsk. You chuckle when you see my crestfallen expression. “Such a cock hungry girl aren’t you?” You reach down to tilt my chin up. “Patience isn’t your virtue. We need to work on that.”

“It’s not nice to tease me” I pout.

You chuckle. “You should talk.”

You tap my mouth with your cock.  “Just your tongue.” You murmur.

My tongue tiptoes over the wide dome of your cock, the hot raspy velvet caress makes you groan. My tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge underneath. flicking back and forth, quickly then whisper soft long the throbbing vein of your cock before sliding back up to lick. Your groans make me smile.

“Suck!” you groan.

Your eyes never leave mine as I take you into my mouth, my fingers beginning to wrap around the base of your cock. “No,” you pant. “no hands.”

My eyebrows rise at this.  your hips flex forward as you begin to pump your cock in and out my mouth. I groan when your fingers tangle in my hair. Saliva drips down, as you fuck my face.

your moans are turning me on, I am soaking wet but I won’t touch myself.

The first spurts of your cum at the back of my throat made me gasp. I keep sucking until you pull away protesting at how sensitive your cock is. I giggle. I wipe at my mouth and climb back into your lap.

“How do you expect me to work after that?” you ask after nuzzling my throat.

“With great difficulty,” I replied.

You laugh. “Payback will be a bitch,” you warn.

“I hope so.”

“I love you.” you whisper.

“good.” I rest my head on your shoulder.

-working with a distraction like that


“I did this for you,” Mason told her. “What is it about chasing your dream that makes you so afraid? Are you afraid of failing? Everyone is afraid” when she didn’t answer, he took her hands in his. “Baby I am right here. I will always be right here to help you.”

She jerked away, her eyes glimmering wet. “This wasn’t your decision to make! You didn’t have the right to go behind my back and send my writing in! I didn’t need you to do that!”

Mason’s eyes grew dark. He reached out to touch her, but she took a step back. He took a long deep breath.  It was astonishing how often he forgot how different they were. He always knew what he wanted. He pursued his objective with ruthless intention. With fearlessness.

She was a contradiction in so many ways. Quiet demure passion seething just the below the surface. Her temper was like quicksilver, mercurial and fleeting.

Her passion for writing was admirable.  Her fear of change of ambition was bewildering to him. She had so much talent going to waste. For what? He just couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Maybe the Gods were crazy for creating her for him. Or he was crazy to be so in love with her.

He sighed. And he had been in love with her since they were kids.

“You didn’t need me to do that?” he echoed.  “The thing is, I wanted to do it. You are so talented. I am sorry you don’t see it. I am sorry you think I betrayed you somehow. I believe in you don’t you see that?” her silence frustrated him. He massaged the back of his neck. “I want you to be happy. I thought by helping you with your dream it would make you happy. I guess I was wrong. I made a mistake. I  am human.”

Becky bit her lip and took a step forward. Her palm flattening on his chest. He tensed.  Her fingers spread over his heart. He wondered if she could feel his heart pound. Her scent wafted to his nostrils and he inhaled deeply. She smelled like sunshine.

“I am not like you, Mason” she whispered. “I don’t know my purpose. My dreams are just that. Dreams.  I am afraid. Afraid of not being good enough.”

Mason smiled, letting out the breath he was holding. He brushed his fingers through her hair, smoothing the strands away from her face. Every stroke of his fingers slow and deliberate as if he had time in the world. He could feel tremble beneath his touch.  He tilted her head back. Her eyelashes were still wet from her unshed tears. Her eyes becoming heavylidded with the beginnings of her arousal. Her lips trembled. “You are good enough,” he assured her. He lowered his mouth. His kiss was soft. Gentle.

She smiled against his lips “What are you doing?” she croaked.

Mason laughed, resting his forehead against hers. “I was hoping to seduce you into forgiving me.”

“Oh.” Becky seemed to ponder it a bit longer than he would have liked. “I don’t think I ever been seduced before.”  she wound an arm around his neck to pull his head down for another a kiss.

His laughter died against her mouth. Mason kissed her slowly, tasting her tears the chocolate the coffee the mint of her toothpaste that lingered. He hungered for all of her. The soft lush curves of her body pressed into his, and he groaned when she ground her pelvis against him.

“Say the words, Bex” he breathed against the column of her throat. “Tell me to take you to my bed. I need you to say them. I need to hear the words.”

A low purring groan erupted from her. “I want you. I want to taste you. I want you inside me, Mase” she sought his mouth again. “Take me to your bed. Now!”

Mason pulled away long enough to lead her to his bedroom. He laughed softly when she tugged on his tie. He showed her how to untie it, yanking it free and throwing it aside. She went for his shirt. “I used to dream about this. You and I” she whispered as she spread his shirt open and slid her hands over his chest and abdomen.

‘”I know,” he inhaled when her fingers tiptoed down to his hip bone, brushing over his cock that strained in his trousers. “I’ve read your blog. The truth? I was jealous of all the men you wrote about. it never occurred to me then that I was your fantasy man!”

Becky deftly unbuttoned his trousers her hands coming to rest on his hipbones. “Don’t worry you won’t have to question that anymore.” she dragged her mouth over his chest down his abs in an open mouth kiss, tugging his trousers lower.

He hissed as her breath hovered over his throbbing cock. “Fuck, baby yes.”

A sudden surge of pain crashed over him, when Becky took the skin of his thigh between her teeth and bit harder. “Ow!” he howled in astonishment. “Did you just bite me!”

“Do. not. call. me. baby!” she snarled. Her eyes flashed in warning. “Ever!”

“It was a term of endearment?” he offered.

Mason realized she was serious, and smiled. “Ok, Bex. I am sorry.” He kneeled and gathered her close so she was straddling him. He kissed her. He drank his fill of her, her tiny moans. Loving how her nails dug into his scalp, pulling his hair. His blood was pounding in his veins, every nerve in his body felt like they were seized in a maelstrom of pleasure.

Becky slowly ground herself against the hard ridge of his cock, the thin fabric between them getting wetter with her arousal. He broke their kiss, breathing hard. He gazed down into her face. “Take these off.” he gestured to the leggings. “Now.”

“If you take yours off.” she countered. She waited until he was nude. Her eyes riveted on his cock. He chuckled.

“You can touch my cock if you want.” he gripped the length, stroking it gently pre-cum leaking over the wide head.

“Oh I will.” she huffed. She scampered to strip off her leggings and kick them aside.

He inhaled at the sight of her bare pussy. She had clean shaven her pussy. He watched as her fingers traced her closed in cleft, her fingers sliding in and spreading her vulva to reveal her clit and her hole. Her pussy juice trickled over her fingers down her thighs.

“Fuck!” Mason hissed his hand sliding up and down his cock faster, his abs tense. “You little fucking tease!”

“Who me?” the innocent gleam in Becky’s eyes infuriated Mason. He reached out for her. His hands smoothed over her curves, her breasts. His mouth following in their wake.

“I am going to lose myself in you,” he rasped. “in your body. In your taste. I am going to satiate my hunger and start all over again.”

Becky gasped. “You can have me”

“Yes I can. And I will”

Mason laid her back following her down. “We can fuck now, be romantic later,” he growled.

She burst out laughing. “Alright. ”

He didn’t move, he stared down into her eyes. “We didn’t even make it to the bed.” he mused. “Which is ok with me. What about you?”

Becky kissed him. “I don’t give a fuck about the bed, Mason!”

Growling he took her mouth again. sliding his hands along her body til he caught her wrists in one, bringing them up above her head. His mouth lowered to fasten on her nipple. She gasped. “oh yes.”

She arched under him. Her response pleased him. Her nipples were sensitive under his tongue and teeth. She squirmed and moaned as he turned his attention to the other breast.

His free hand was stroking her thigh, brushing his fingers against her slit. He thumbed her open. She was so incredibly wet and hot. Her pussy juice dripped over his fingers as he thrust two deep inside her. “Fuck you are so tight. Wet.” he groaned.

“For you.” Becky moaned.

Mason kissed her and slowly fingered her. Her body began to tremble. He withdrew his fingers, ignoring her protests. She was close to coming. He teased her clit with his cock, then the opening of her pussy hole.

He thrust hard, gripping her hips. He watched her eyes go wide in shock, her mouth open in soundless scream. Her pussy clenching hard around his cock. Fuck, she felt so good wrapped around him. Wet hot tight.

“Fuck!” she let the word explode from her lips. “You are so big!”

He burst out laughing, he couldnt help it. Not many women had ever claimed that. “No I am about average.”

“There is nothing average about your cock!” she gasped.

“Then the men that you have been with must have had needles for dicks!” he assured her.

They laughed for a moment but he kissed her silent. He began to move within her. Her sighs of pleasure raked along his nerves raising the tiny hairs on the back of his neck. Fuck! She felt so amazing. He loved hearing her moan as he caressed her body, feeling her respond by gripping his cock with her pussy muscles. She worked him like a velvet fist. Teasing him. Her pussy juice dripping down the length of his cock whenever he withdrew to squirt all over him and the floor.

“you’re driving me out of my mind” Mason groaned. “you are so fucking hot.”

His rhythm became faster harder. Her cries barely heard over his moans. She was cumming, she shook as the sensations seized her.  “Fuck yes!” she hissed. She clawed at him, her nails shredding his back. He welcomed the pain as his need to come with her overwhelmed him. He shot his come deep inside her.

She laid sprawled beneath him. “Are you ok?” he asked sometime later while he pulled the blankets off the bed and draped them around he and Becky.

“I am wondering,” she stretched. “but I need to shower.”

“So no cuddles?” he teased.

“Shower first. Cuddles later.” she kissed him.

“Ok, I will join you.” Mason smiled mischievously, “you can wash my hair.”

She made a face. “Really?”

“and maybe snacks?” Mason offered.

“You think you can bribe me with cuddles and food?” Becky asked. Mason chuckled as he jumped to his feet. He helped her up.

“I know the way to your heart is through your stomach and a good book,” Mason replied. “Since I dont have a book, all I have to offer is my cuddles and my fridge.”

They spent the evening dividing their time between food and sex. Eventually falling asleep, Mason’s arms wrapped tight around Becky, her head tucked under his chin.

The next morning Mason parked the Lexus outside the skyrise that housed the publishing company. He glanced over at Becky. She was fidgeting in her seat. “You will be fine.” he reached for her hand entwined their fingers together. He squeezed her hand. “Did you hear me?”

“I am a mess!” she croaked. Mason unbuckled his seat belt and swiveled in his seat to face her. She was wearing her hair pinned up and away from her face. Her makeup was minimal giving her dewey fresh-faced appearance. Her lips were bare of any lipstick. She wore her favorite color, emerald green blouse that plunged dangerously down the neckline. Her trousers were black. She was not the kind to wear heels instead she wore flats with a gold anklet.  To him, she was the opposite of a mess. “I am shaking so hard!” she went on.

“Just be yourself.” Mason insisted. He cocked his head to gaze at her thoughtfully. “No wait. Be a nicer sweeter version of yourself!” he laughed at her glare. “Oh baby, you will be great!”

“I hate it when you can call me baby!” Becky scowled. She hung her head. “I dont think it will go well. I have a bad feeling.”

“Bad feeling?” Mason sighed. “Did you eat cheese again? You know you cant eat dairy products!”

Laughing, he unbuckled her seatbelt and drew her close. “Remember to maintain eye contact at all times. Answer their questions with polite clarity.” he kissed her forehead. Her anxiety oozed off her in waves. He smoothed a hand over her shoulders, and he began to massage the tension out of her muscles. “Walk in with confidence. And make them remember they’re fucking with a savage!”

Becky chuckled. “Oh god!” she tilted her head back to look up at him. “You really are enjoying this!”

Mason scratched his chin. “Maybe I am! Perhaps you are not the only sadist in this relationship, Becky!”

She pouted. “I better be.”

“We can find out later. Tonight,” he promised. “If you are a really good girl I will reward you” he kissed her. “but we need to get rid of your cellphone first” clutched tightly in her other hand. “No cellphones.”

Becky moaned in dismay. “What?” she clutched it tightly in her other hand.

“No distractions!” Mason insisted. “Hand it over!”

“No.” Becky gasped as he lunged for her. “You cant be serious! I will need an excuse if the meeting is FUBAR!”

“Trust me if the meeting goes sideways they will escort you out.” Mason pried her cellphone out of her fingers to drop it into her handbag.

“What? Really?” Becky’s astonishment made him laugh

Mason grunted. “This will determine your professional life. Do not blow it by pretending ignorance!” he sighed. He held up his blue tooth to show her.  he tucked the ear piece  into her ear. “You are smart act like it!”

Becky made a face. “You are making me grumpy.”

Mason burst out laughing. “Why? because I am telling you how to act?” he gripped her chin forcing her to look him in the eye. “Do you think because I do this every day I don’t get nervous or anxious? I do. But I buck up because its my job. You will buck up.” he kissed her again. “Now. I sent in one genre of each of your stories. They favored the suspense, but I insisted they look over your erotica.”

A slow grin curved over Mason’s lips as Becky’s cheeks reddened. “Oh no. Really”

“Yes” Mason murmured. “You have quite a few good pieces of both. I also insisted that you would not ever do anything like 50 shades”

Becky’s hands covered her face. “Oh good grief!” she peeked at him through his fingers. “Did you really?”

“Yes.” Mason climbed out of the car and walked around to help her out. “No way am I going to read that shit!’

She burst out laughing.

He took her hand in his. Her fingers squeezed his, seeking his strength. Together they walked into the building.

The editor’s office was on the tenth floor. The elevator was glass and steel. Pressing the up button, Mason glanced over at Becky. She worried her lip between her teeth. “Nervous?” he asked.

“I dont like glass elevators.” the doors slid open and Becky stepped in first joining a few other occupants. Mason followed her. The doors slid closed behind them. He asked for the tenth floor. Mason pulled Becky to the back of the elevator.  The elevator lurched up and the gentle hum as it ascended upwards made Becky reach for Mason’s hand.

“Don’t think of it. Distract yourself” he told her.

There was silence and her murmured ok was barely audible over the conversation around them. Becky shifted her position so her back was to him.

She slowly moved against him. The grind of her ass against his groin took him by surprise. He was going to tell her to stop but he realized no one was paying attention to them or what they were doing.

Planting a firm hand on her hip, he rocked against her. His breath hot in her ear. “Do you know what I am going to do when I get you home?” he rasped. “I am going to fuck this ass until I come deep inside you. Maybe I will fuck you when you get in the car. Make you walk up the stairs to the apartment so everyone can see the cum stains in your pants.”

Her breath hitched at his words. “I didn’t realize what a dirty mind you had, Mason.” she groaned.

“Yeah well, I had inspiration whenever I read that blog of yours.” Mason hissed. Her hand reached behind to stroke his cock through his trousers. This was not what he had meant by distraction but who was he kidding, he thought. Becky was feral when it came to sex.

“did you jack off?” her words were breathless. She was riding the hard ridge of his cock. The thin material of their clothes allowed him to feel the heat of her pussy. She was becoming wetter with her arousal.

” Yes. I did. Does it turn you on knowing men jack off to your stories.” Mason groaned.

“I love having that kind of power. God your cock feels so good.” she purred. “I wish I could touch myself.”

Mason glanced up to see what floor they were on. Sixth. “Go ahead, Bex. Touch yourself.”

“Now. Here?” she was bewildered, and he chuckled at her scandalized tone.

“Yes. Imagine watching those men,” he held her still for a moment. Unbuttoning her trousers with one hand he slid his free hand to cover hers and slowly slide their hands into her pants. “turning around and seeing what we are doing. Do you think they would be turned on?”

Becky bit her lip. “Maybe.”

“Maybe. Maybe they will ask if they can watch you and jack off. Would you want that? Watching all those cocks come for you?”

Her breath was coming in faster, as he guided her hand between her legs. He teased her clit. “Mason please.” she pleaded.

“Would you deny their pleasure?” Mason asked. “Would you take your clothes off and let them cum on you.”

“No facials.” Becky gasped. “waste of cum.”

“Oh really.” Mason kissed her neck. Finding her earlobe. More of her pussy juice squirted onto their fingers. He sucked and nipped on her earlobe. “Do you want them to cum inside then? Fuck you with their cum deep inside you.”

“I dont know.” she panted.

Mason chuckled. “You have two floors left. Are you going to cum before then?”

Becky rolled her hips, as he flicked her clit. Each movement made her whimper. He groaned as his cock throbbed painfully against his fly, his balls tightened. He was going to cum. No he was going to make her cum first.

Her hand was clutching his wrist, the other in her panties with his, stroking her clit. “Mason,” he loved how his name purred out of her lips.

“Yes, Becky?”

Either she lost her train of thought or she was speechless because she suddenly became silent. Her body trembled in his arms, her nails digging into the skin of his forearms. He grinned wolfishly. She was coming, and she was trying to be quiet. “Oh fuck!” she gasped a moment later as he slowly withdrew his hand.

The ding of the elevator reaching the tenth floor drew them both out of their moment.

Mason turned her in his arms straightening out her outfit. “Good luck Becky.” he kissed her trembling lips. “remind them they are fucking with a savage.”

She kissed him back. “you are unbelievable.” she sighed. “Fucking unbelievable.”