http://sinfultalesblog.com sinful stories from adult stories sex site pics and smut story with pictures Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:52:38 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.1.2 en http://sinfultalesblog.com/hate-working-at-night/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/hate-working-at-night/#comments Wed, 19 Nov 2008 16:52:38 +0000 Administrator man old sex tale sex letter dirty sex letter text sex story http://sinfultalesblog.com/hate-working-at-night/ She stood about 5 foot seven and was rather busty. She was a bit overweight, but not seriously and I found it quite a turn-on. It made her seem more real, somehow. More than once I had half-jokingly offered my services, only to be turned down with an appreciative smile. I could never seem to work up the nerve to come out and ask her for a date. Mostly it was because I was certain she'd turn me down and rejection was something I didn't really care for. I don't know what got into me one night. It was a Saturday and we both had gotten roped into putting in a 'little overtime'. If you consider 10 hours 'little'. Anyway, it was about 9PM and we both sat down to lunch. Since there was no one else there we actually talked to each other. Somehow the conversation got around to dates, and I asked her just what it was she looked for in a guy. "Well," she said musingly, "looks aren't all that important, I guess. A good personality is more important." She was silent for a moment, thinking. "Right now what I would like to find most is somebody who's good in bed. After a year of nothing I'm getting kind of, well, itchy." My heart gave a jump at that and my temperature rose ten degrees. I got up to get a cup of coffee from the machine behind her. As I did, I said, "How do you expect to find somebody like that? Advertise?" She chuckled. "I can see it now: Lonely woman seeks good fucker. Low pay but great fringe benefits." "Those benefits look pretty good to me." I said, still standing behind her and sipping my coffee. My heart had calmed, but I was still tense. Anticipatory, perhaps. "But seriously, that's what you're looking for? Not just any old guy who can get it up?" "Uh uh." She said softly, almost dreamily. "It would be tempting, but hell, if the guy doesn't know what he's doing, it just isn't really worthwhile. Not for me, anyway. For him it's probably great." The it was my turn to laugh. "Yeah, I guess so. Some guys are like that. They just want to, um, get off and go to sleep. But there are some who are different, ya know." "Oh, really?" she said, still seemingly in a trance. "Sure." I said. I put the cup down. "For some of us half the fun is in making the other person feel good." I placed my hands on her shoulders, though I wasn't really aware of it at the time. "Sex is an artform. I think so, anyway. I used to have a girlfriend who told me I was the only guy who was capable of making her come almost every time. The only reason for that was because I the only guy who really tried." I was massaging her shoulders while I said this. I looked down and saw that she was breathing deeply and heavily, her eyes closed. My heart rate jumped back up when I realized what was happening. I felt my prick swelling up inside my jeans like a balloon. Slowly I moved my hands out along her shoulders while I continued to talk in a husky voice. "You see, my favorite part of making love is to explore the woman's body." My hands moved up and down her arms. Her breathing grew more labored and she tilted her head up a bit, eyes still closed. I leaned down and whispered close to her ear, "Every inch, from head to toe. I like to touch, and be touched. I like to lick and nibble until until she can't take any more. And then..." I ran my hands up her sides and slowly, gently slipped them around under her breasts. He breathing turned to gasps, then moans. She arched her back as I fondled her. Even through her bra and heavy shirt her nipples stood out like little buttons. I flicked my index fingers across them gently and each time I did she jumped a little. By now I was hard as a rock and her hand found its way to my crotch, rubbing its length almost desperately. She seemed almost out of control, her breath coming in little cries. She turned around suddenly and buried my mouth against hers. The kiss lasted forever, it seemed, as our tongues intertwined like two sensuous snakes. Then the shift bell rang. Lunch was over. We both pulled back, confused and more than a little embarassed. Neither one of us said much as we straightened out our clothing and got ready to go back to work. On the way out the door though, our hands brushed briefly and a spark seemed to jump between them. I looked up at her and saw a barely controlled fire raging in her eyes. I knew right then that it was not nearly over yet... The rest of the night passed quietly. I kept looking at Jenny across the otherwise unoccupied shop but not once did I catch her looking back at me. I didn't have opportunity to talk to her at all, so I could do nothing but wonder. Most likely she was trying to forget it ever happened. I was hardly a woman's dream come true, as past experiences had told me. Probably just as well. But just try telling that to the ache in my heart. Or the one between my legs. Finally the end-of-shift bell rang. A couple of scraggly, sorry-looking graveyard people had drifted in to take over our machines and we could take off. I saw Jenny head over to the phone and dial a number. "What's up?" I asked her. "Calling Dianne to come pick me up. She's got my car tonight." Dianne was Jenny's roomie. I had met her briefly before, and Jenny had once mentioned that she worked an early day shift. Even if she didn't have to get up early tomorrow she surely wouldn't enjoy dragging ass out of bed at 2AM to come down here and get Jenny. Before Jenny dialed the last digit I volunteered, "Hey, don't wake her up. I'll give you a ride." Jenny looked at me dubiously, her finger paused over the last number. "I didn't figure you for the altruistic type. Isn't it out of your way?" "It's more out of Dianne's way. The poor woman isn't a creature of the night like us. She needs her sleep." She considered a moment, then put the phone back with the last number still undialed. "Okay," she smiled, "but straight home and no sidetrips. I'm bushed." "No prob." I assured her. We walked out into the refreshingly cool night air, across the parking lot to my junkmobile. I saw her giving it the wary eye and I flashed her a grin, "Don't laugh, it's paid for." I thought I heard her mumble something about it being paid for in cereal boxtops but I didn't pursue the matter. I turned the key and the engine moaned, grumbled, and finally coughed to life athsmatically. I revved the engine a couple times and it roared impressively, the sound bouncing off the nearby building walls in staccato bursts. I really needed to put a muffler on the damn thing. Pulled out of the parking lot and into the street--slowly. I was thankful that it was dark and Jenny couldn't see my foot which had the accelerator pressed to the floor. I doubt she would have cared anyway. She was too busy hanging on for dear life, trying to avoid being shaken out of her seat. I *really* needed to put a muffler on this car. Ten teeth-rattling minutes later we pulled up in front of her apartment building. All around lights were coming on as people were getting up to see what the hell was making all that racket. I found an empty spot along the curb and turned the ignition off the keep from waking the other half of the neighborhood. In the deafening silence I turned to face her. "Well, here we are." She turned in the darkness, "Yep, here we are. Well, thanks for the, uh, ride..." and opened the door. I turned the key as she stepped out. I was rewarded by a low groan and a death rattle from somewhere under the hood. Turning the key again only got me a faint clicking sound. I hit the wheel with the palm of my hand. "Shit!" "What's the matter?" Jenny asked, leaning in the still open door. "Fucking battery died again!" I groaned. "The alternator belt's broken. I was gonna fix it tomorrow." "Oh." She said. "Well, I can go up and get the keys from Dianne and give you a jump with my car. Hang on..." She disappeared into the darkness. Several minutes later she returned with a disgusted look on her face. "I don't fucking believe it. She's not there! She left a note on the 'fridge saying she left with some guy for the coast and won't be back 'til tomorrow afternoon. In my car, damn her! I coulda been stuck at work all night!" Actually, I had the idea Jenny was more pissed because her roomie had a date tonight and she didn't. Which I didn't feel particularly sympathetic for at the moment, considering my predicament. "Well, I could thumb it home and have a buddy bring me back early tomorrow and jump me. That way I can get the car out of here before it starts lowering property values." I got out and shut the door and locked it. I started to walk down the street and I noticed Jenny keeping step with me, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing quite how. She said haltingly, "Um, well, since it's kinda my fault that you're stuck here, I, uh, could put you up for the night." Oh really? I was tired, but not so tired I didn't pick up on the possible implications of that statement right away. And even if it didn't mean what I hoped, it still sounded better than standing out in the cold for maybe hours trying to get a ride from some soft-hearted motorist. It wouldn't be the first time I had done that and I wasn't looking forward to doing it again. "Sure." I said, hoping I didn't sound too eager, "It's been a long day already. Thanks." "Thank *you*." she murmured under her breath, and I wondered what that was supposed to mean as I followed her to her apartment. As I walked into Jenny's apartment the first thing that hit me was the all-permeating odor of catbox. It wasn't too bad, though. I used to have a cat myself, so I was used to it. The place was fairly small, with a kitchen in an alcove off to my right and a short hallway to the left leading to the bedrooms and bathroom. In front was the living room. There was a couch and a couple of well-worn chairs. A small TV sat on a none-too-steady stand opposite the couch and chairs. The place was clean, but cluttered. Magazines and various articles of female clothing lay scattered about. Jenny began picking up the latter while mumbling an apology. I remarked it looked lots better than my place, which didn't comfort her much since she saw what my car looked like and could well imagine what my place must look like. She was probably right on the money. After a few minutes the place was fairly straight. She plopped down in a chair, exhausted. I landed on the couch feeling about the same. Exhausted, but far from sleepy. "Nice place you got here." I remarked. "Thanks." she smiled tiredly. "It was cheap and clean." She sat up a little and said, "I really appreciate the ride. And... I'm kinda glad you're here. I hate staying in this neighborhood by myself..." She looked like she was going to say more but stopped and looked away instead. I started to reply but felt something moving by my feet. I looked down and saw a little grey ball of fur playing with my shoelaces. Gently I reached down and picked it up. It was a kitten, about four months old, all fuzz and golden eyes, which stared into mine. And sharp claws, which I discovered a second later as he(?) decided he wanted down NOW. I complied quickly before he could do any serious damage. He shot across the room in a grey blur and disappeared under the coffee table. Jenny was grinning at me. Suddenly she got up and said "Excuse me, I gotta change and clean up a little. Make yourself at home. I won't be long." And she disappeared into one of the other rooms. A moment later I heard a shower running. I never was very good at making myself at home in somebody else's home. Not to mention I was worn out from work and a funny little knot of tension rested in the pit of my stomach. I turned on the TV and settled back on the couch, trying to relax. It wasn't long before she was done. I turned to see her and had to hold back a small gasp of surprise. She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions. Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my disappointment. I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in the lunchroom, only this time it wasn't smoldering but raging almost out of control. With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me, close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and across the other leg at about mid-thigh. One arm draped carelessly over the back. Her eyes met mine and seemed to capture me completely. My heart went wild as what was going on here finally sunk in. Finally she spoke, her voice low and throaty. "Did you mean what you said earlier?" Her voice startled me out of the spell I was in. "Um, what did I say earlier?" "That you like to give pleasure as much as receive it?" she said softly. My heart thudded slowly in my chest. "Sure." I answered just as softly, "Giving is lots of fun. I never tire of it." "And..." she asked, uncertainty crossing her face, "and... would you be willing to give a little to someone who could really use it?" Now, it would seem to be obvious that I should answer immediately with a loud and enthusiastic YES! but being in such a situation is much different from reading or fantasizing. In all honesty, I was a little frightened. I'd had more than my share of fantasies about Jenny, but to be presented with a breathing living willing reality was another thing. You don't treat real human beings the way you do in fantasies. But then I realized that she was honestly asking for help, and taking quite a chance doing so. She was obviously as scared and hopeful as I was. To turn her down would do great damage to her self-esteem. I couldn't do that to her. So, I simply said "Yes." She gazed into my eyes for a long, long moment, uncertain how to proceed. Then her lips met mine in a deep, open kiss. She moved forward until she was laying on top of me while we were still kissing. Our bodies moved together, rubbing in slow, sinuous motion. Her hips pressed down directly on the hardness at my crotch and ground against it, sending waves of pleasure though me. Her mouth was still locked with mine, but her breath was coming in short gasps. Our activity became more frenzied as our excitement grew, her gasps turning to low moans. And all at once, the spell broke. She collapsed on top of me, her head buried in my chest, crying softly. The dry humping had stimulated me almost to orgasm, but my erection quickly faded. Unsure of what else to do, I held her and caressed her hair and rocked her back and forth softly while making what I hoped were soothing noises. For a long time we lay like that, until she sniffled and raised her head. Her eyes were red-rimmed and very vulnerable. "God, I feel so stupid..." she said in a very quiet voice. "Shhh." I said, "It's okay. You're not stupid. Things just went a little too fast, didn't they?" She nodded, looking away. "I guess so. I've never been like this in my entire life. I talk a lot, but I'm not really like that. Tonight I just... I don't know..." she started sniffling and buried her face in my chest again. "There, there," I said softly "being lonely and hurting doesn't make you a bad person at all. It makes you human, which is no more or less than the rest of us. You're a free adult and I don't feel you did anything wrong." I don't think she was convinced but she didn't respond or argue. We lay together silently until I wondered if she dropped off to sleep. Finally she raised her head. "These long hours don't help any, either. I think I'll go to bed." She got off me and stood unsteadily. Her nightshirt stuck to her body in several interesting places but I found my interest surprisingly muted by my concern for this girl. I thought I was going to be making this couch my bed for the night but she held a hand down to me. "Come on." I got up painfully, and stretched as the circulation returned to my muscles. How long had I been laying there, anyway? I was afraid to find out. Holding my hand, she pulled me towards the bedroom. "I know it's kind of forward, in light of how this evening is going, but I'd really like some nice company tonight, even just to sleep with. You don't mind, do you?" I really didn't, and I said so. She kissed me on the cheek. "I've always liked you." The bedroom was about as orderly as the rest of the apartment, but still seemed feminine, without being really obvious about it. She had a full size bed, with the blankets thrown over it in a hurried attempt at neatness. She had probably done it before leaving for work this morning. Yesterday morning, actually. She pulled the covers down and sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh, springs groaning beneath her. "God, I'm so tired." She gripped the lower hem of her nightshirt, apparently to pull it off, and then looked up at me, concerned. "You don't mind, do you? I don't usually sleep with anything on." My mouth had suddenly gone dry again as my heart leaped. I shook my head, trying not to appear too anxious, "No, that's... okay." She pulled the shirt up, up, revealing inch after agonizing inch more of bare skin, until she pulled it off over her head and dropped it on the floor beside her. She stretched her arms, gloriously, wonderfully nude, and sighed "Ah... that feels so much better." She swung her legs up onto the bed and covered herself up to her waist. Her breasts were so large and inviting, the aureoles a bright rosy read, the nipples still partially erect, that my hands just ached to touch them. Instead I tore my eyes away and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she smiled and pulled the covers down for me. I sat down and almost got in before she said "Aren't you at least going to take your shoes off?" I *had* forgotten that little detail. I still had my jacket on, even. I stood up and pulled off my jacket and kicked off my shoes. For a moment I wondered how far I should go, then decided to hell with it. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then unbuckled my pants. She was watching me, of course, and there seemed to be a hint of excitement in her eyes. I took my pants off and saw her eyes lock on the bulge in my shorts. I was still somewhat erect so the bulge was pronounced, to say the least. Slowly I pulled them down and my penis, freed from imprisonment, leaned out from the dark fluff of my pubic hair, almost at it's maximum size though still pointing downward. There was an audible intake of breath from her when she saw it. I sat down and removed my socks and crawled under the covers. In a husky voice she said, "That was magnificent." as she reached over to turn the light out. Then she snuggled against me, laying her head on my arm. Her body was warm, almost burning, and the feel of her bare skin next to mine and the excitement of knowing there were absolutely no layers of clothing between us soon had me excited again. My heart wouldn't stop pounding and my cock stood ramrod stiff and twitching. She moved her arm up and placed her hand on my chest. "Anybody ever tell you how attractive you are?" Actually, nobody had, and I said as much and I placed my free hand on her side and moved it from shoulder to hip in a long, slow caress, back and forth. After a moment her breathing changed pitch and became quicker, deeper. Her hand caressed my chest in a similar manner and she nuzzled my neck softly. This time there was none of the hurried frenzy of earlier. Things were progressing smoothly and more naturally, without a word from either one of us. I became a little more adventuresome with my explorations, and moved my hand to cup one soft breast. I moved my hand under it, feeling it's weight, and my thumb found her nipple, finally bare and fully erect. I rubbed my thumb across it and a short, breathy moan escaped her lips as she arched her back. Her hand moved down, raising to trail her fingers through my pubic hair before resting lightly on my cock, sending little twinges and flashes of pleasure through my pelvis. I raised my hips in response and she grabbed my cock almost tight enough to hurt. Almost, but not quite. Instead it felt wonderful. I was now massaging her whole breast and her breath came in ragged moans and she whole body writhed in slow, sinuous motion. I moved my face down and extended my tongue, slowly circling it around her nipple. Then I took it in my mouth, as much as I could, and sucked it in and out rapidly between my teeth, and her writhing became more violent, almost pulling away from me. My free hand, meanwhile, moved around to her back, traveling up and down exploring freely from her neck to her ass, which I grabbed hard when I reached it. Her mouth covered mine and our tongues intertwined frantically. Her arms wrapped around me almost hard enough to squeeze the breath out of me and my cock ground hard against her pubic fuzz. Finally her mouth released mine only long enough to gasp, "I want you in me now!" I had roughly the same idea by then myself. She rolled over on her back, more or less pulling me on top of her. I raised my hips and she reached down to guide me into the right spot. With slow deliberateness I thrust my cock into her. She was so wet and excited that it slid in with no resistance at all, until I was buried in her as deep as I could go and I felt her fuzz tickling my lower belly. She pressed her hips against mine for maximum penetration as her gasps became cries. I did not pump but simply held myself there as her movements grew more frantic and her cries louder. I knew if I moved too much I would come and I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. Instead I just moved myself from side to side a little, pushing her even closer to the brink as she bucked beneath me. "Oh God... Oh God..." she moaned, her voice getting higher and louder until her muscles locked and held rigid in an explosive orgasm. The muscles of her vagina locked tight on my penis and almost against my will I orgasmed, pumping my seed deep into the warm depths of her body for what seemed a long, long time and intensifying her pleasure even more, if such a thing was possible. We shared an endless moment of agonizing pleasure before collapsing in an exhausted heap, with me still laying on top and buried deep within her. Gasping for air and trying to regain some of our strength, we lay like that for who knows how long. Jenny's eyes looked up into mine and she was so achingly beautiful in the half-light streaming in from the window. In those eyes there was no more fire (though I knew it would soon be back) but warmth and tenderness and gratitude and... love? In an exhausted voice she said, "Hi there, stranger." In a similarly exhausted voice I replied, "Hi there yourself. Come here often?" My unintentional double entendre sent us both into a fit of laughter that wiped away any tension that might have remained. It felt as if we had been lovers for years, instead of just one frantic night. For a fleeting instant I felt a glimmer of hope that it might go on for years... She spoke and interrupted my musing. "You know, it's been well over a year since I've... been with anybody. In one short night you've made up for all that lost time and then some. I've never experienced anything this intense. Never." "I don't think I have either." I replied tiredly. "This was incredible. Just as I had always thought it might be." "Yeah. Me too." She shifted a little and a wave of residual pleasure ran though me. "Actually, I could get used to this on a... a regular basis. I've always, um, liked you. Maybe in the near future we could... um..." I shushed her quietly, "The future can take care of itself, and perhaps we'll be in each other's. I think I'd like that myself very much. Right now let's just enjoy the moment." She nodded silently and relaxed. It was not long before my penis began to swell again, and Jenny noticed it almost before I did for I had never pulled it out. The second time around I was much less sensitive and lasted far longer. She climaxed at least six times before I came again and we both collapsed, exhausted for real, as the first light of dawn began to color the sky outside. We spent most of Sunday in bed, and not from exhaustion either, although we did exhaust each other eventually. I never did make it home that weekend, and it was with bitter disappointment we faced the reality of Monday and going back to work. We dragged in together half an hour late, disheveled and in rumpled clothes (mine were the same ones from Saturday). I was barely coherent enough to work all day long, but not for one second did I regret it. That was six months ago. We saw each other every weekend, and most nights in between. Dianne moved out to join her new boyfriend in Oregon City, and Jenny immediately invited me to move in with her. I didn't waste any time packing. At work they don't know anything about it, because the boss frowns heavily on employee relationships (Or any other form of fun that doesn't increase his profits, for that matter.) but every time I walk by Jenny or meet her in the lunch room she always favors me with a little smile and a conspiratorial wink, which I always return. You know, I used to hate working nights... ]]> http://sinfultalesblog.com/hate-working-at-night/feed/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/tropical-sex-story/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/tropical-sex-story/#comments Mon, 10 Nov 2008 12:07:07 +0000 Administrator dirty sex letter interracial sex letter sex text repository sex story text only http://sinfultalesblog.com/tropical-sex-story/ The company I work for designs digital audio recording equipment, and we recently completed a long and arduous project. The company, in an unusually benevolent mood, decided to reward the design team with a "conference"/vacation in Tahiti, with the "conference" portion consisting of an hour per day of informal meetings. This was included to satisfy the corporate accountants; most of us saw it as an excuse to unwind after a success- ful and stressful project. Workaholic that I was, I expected a boring week of swatting insects, drinking too-sweet tropical cocktails,and missing my work-station/world back home. I was in for a big surprise. Upon arrival at the Islander Hotel and checking into my room ( a private suite...hmmm.... company stocks must be on an upturn...), I went to the bar to see if they served anything other than the typical coconut-and-sugar fare. I was delighted to find a goodly assortment of imported beers including some obscure German darks. Perhaps this week wouldn't be so bad after all.... Ten minutes later I walked out on the patio with my second beer in hand and a warm fuzz beginning to grow in my head. The sun was just beginning to set, and it looked like it was actually diving under the sea. I stood and enjoyed the view for a while, and when I turned to go back inside I was surprised to see that one of my few female co-workers had also been watching. I couldn't recall her name, since she was fairly new to our department and worked on a different portion of the project than I. I'd seen her in the halls and cafeteria from time to time but we'd never spoken beyond a few words in passing. Because she was attractive there was the usual office gossip going around, and what I had heard of it seemed to indicate that she was unavailable. No ring, no boyfriend in evidence, but the engineers who had asked for dates had all been gently but firmly turned away. The office idiots speculated that she was a lesbian (prob- ably in a vain attempt to soothe their bruised egos), but I had written her off my prospective date list, such as it was, as being simply "OOML" ( Out Of My League). It was nice to see an attractive female face and figure so far from home, but I had no thoughts of getting to know her better. Deciding that German beer and empty stomach make an unpleasant match, I went inside to eat dinner and thought no more about her. The next morning, after our "meeting", we were free for the day. My friends were going skin-diving, which didn't interest me that day, so I decided to explore a bit of the island by myself. I headed inland and quickly left civilization behind. The terrain became hilly and the vegetation was fairly dense; I had thoughts of Gilligan's Island, and I naturally saw myself in the role of the professor. "Now where's that delicious little Mary Anne?" I thought with a grin on my face and sweat rolling down my forehead. I was really beginning to regret not having brought a canteen, and then I heard the sound of flowing water up ahead. The foliage was very dense now and I had to crawl on hands and knees to approach the source of the sound. As I crawled I snagged my shirt on a branch, and when I stopped to free myself I looked ahead toward the water. I was delighted to see a small waterfall cascading into a crystal-clear pool the size of a small swimming pool. Lush ferns all around, the sound of tropical birds in the trees, a nice rock to dive from... this was simply Paradise! As I prepared to part the remaining branches and run to the pool and dive in, clothes and all, a sound caught my ear and I stopped to find its source. There beyond the rock, lying next to the pool in the briefest of bikinis, was the same girl I'd seen on the patio the evening before! What a coincidence! I hesitated, torn between the desire to stare and the feeling that I was intruding and should leave without disturbing her privacy. For the moment I simply stared... I was amazed at how good she looked with her long hair unpinned and that gravity-defying bikini on. Even more striking was the powerful sense of "rightness" about the setting. She really looked like she'd been born just for this moment in this exact place. This added to my feeling of being an intruder, so I resolved to leave. Just as I was turning my hungering eyes away from her I saw her reach behind her and unfasten the bikini top, and all my resolve melted in an instant. The top fell away as she sat up, and I nearly sighed out loud when I saw her breasts. It wasn't their size but rather their shape: they were the most beautiful I'd ever seen. About average size, but full and round with no trace of sagging. As she moved they swayed gently like I imagined pears on a tree would in a light breeze. I was sure these would taste better than any pear I'd ever had! The nipples were light pink and fairly large, and my mouth literally watered as I stared. I knew I should be a gentleman and leave immed- iately, but my body didn't seem to get the message. In fact, a certain part of me showed clear indications of sticking around. It was sticking up more every second. What happened next almost stopped my heart: she reached up and cupped one of those beauties in her hand... not firmly, as I might have at the moment, but with an ultra-feminine gentleness that filled me with both lust and wonder. It looked like she was cuddling a soft, fluffy kitten. It seemed as though she was exploring herself for the very first time. She softly caressed it for a while, and then moistened two fingers in the water and began to rub the nipple delicately. Her head tilted back and a low sigh escaped her parted lips. I imagined that it was my tongue rather than her fingers, and I could almost taste her. At the same time I got a strong sensation that she was imagining the exact same thing! Well, that was silly... we didn't even know each other. Still, a nice thought... I watched this for several minutes, unaware that my heart rate and blood pressure had taken a steep climb. I forgot about the surroundings, my job, my ex-wife... the whole world was right here before my eyes. I was nearly in a hypnotic state, though far from relaxed. My mouth hang so far open I probably would have tripped over my moustache had I attempted to walk. My eyes tracked every movement of her hands like radar! Suddenly she stood up and turned away, momentarily breaking the spell. Her hands went to her waist, and I watched her slowly work her bikini bottom down until it fell at her feet. She didn't turn around, which was okay with me because I got a long look at her lovely ass. She was obviously not a nude sunbather because her tan stopped at the waist, leaving her hips a striking white in contrast to her tanned back and legs. I liked the effect of this, and was in no hurry at all for her to turn around, though I was curious to see if she was a natural blonde. Her hips were lush, probably too full for a modelling career (for which I was glad!), and my hands clenched involuntarily in desire to caress this wonderful treasure. Her legs parted, and I got a glimpse of golden fleece between them. My erection throbbed painfully and I became aware of the sound of my own heart beating in my ears. I'd never before been this excited! While one hand petted her hips, her other slipped in front, and I realized she was fingering herself. A loud moan reached my ears, and as she suddenly turned toward me I shockingly realized that the groan was mine! I froze in shame and terror as she stared right at me. I didn't know if she could actually see me through the plants but her reaction showed that she knew she'd been watched. When she snatched up her towel to cover herself I panicked and ran, my rapidly-shrinking erection not making my flight any easier. As I crashed through the thick growth my mind was full of competing thoughts of disgust with myself, sympathy for her embarassment, and my desire for this exquisite woman. I hoped against reason that she had been unable to recognize my face through the branches, and even feared I might lose my job. Then I realized that she would be reluctant to report the incident, and I hadn't actually broken any laws. I certainly didn't go there to spy on her! Still, the knowledge that she would likely consider me a peeping Tom made me sad and ashamed. Any chance I had of getting to know her was gone as surely as was my hard-on. The employees had dinner together on the patio that evening, and when I eventually made eye contact with her she quickly averted her eyes and blushed. Well, that settled the question of her recognizing me. She avoided looking in my direction for the rest of the evening, so I took the opportunity to watch her closely. Her innocent face and graceful movements reminded me of a cat, and this brought on a vivid mental image of her cuddling and petting her lovely breasts. I discretely "adjusted" myself as my penis began to protest the tight confinement of my jeans. It obviously had a different sort of tightness in mind. As I watched her, I became aware that my interest was transcending lust for her body. I felt a strong curiousity about the reason for her shyness and aloofness, especially since I'd seen clear evidence of her passionate nature. I'm a real cat lover, and had successfully kept custody of our two after the divorce. I have always admired their grace and sensuality, and their ability to act wholly disinterested and unresponsive to my playful overtures even though their curious minds were racing. And when a cat decides it wants affection, it casts its dignity aside and makes an absolute floozy of itself! I wondered what sort of trauma had made her act the way she did, and I had a brief romantic knight-in-shining-armor fantasy of being the one who soothed and kissed away her pain and fear. Strange as it may seem, I believe I was beginning to fall in love with her. This realization filled me with sadness since I knew what she now thought of me. Was I really guilty of anything? I didn't intentionally spy on her, I hadn't tried to rape her or anything..... I just COULDN'T help myself from watching. I knew how weak this argument sounded, and in despair I went back to my room convinced I'd never speak to her again. In the shower I remembered her wet fingers on her erect nipple, and I masturbated myself to orgasm. It didn't take long, and did nothing to relieve my frustration and guilt. Two days later I returned to the pool. I knew she wouldn't be there since I left while she was still eating breakfast. I carried a towel and suntan lotion and made sure she saw them when I left. I'm not sure if I was inviting her or warning her away, but I knew she was aware of my destination. The late- morning sun was very hot, and I again reached the pool soaked in sweat. This time there were no distractions, and I dived right in without bothering to remove my sweaty clothes. The water was cooler than I had expected and very pleasant after my hot walk. I stood under the waterfall for a while and got a great massage. "Ahhh...this is truly Paradise! What could possibly feel better than this?", I asked myself. Memories of my last visit to the pool filled my mind, and I became sadly aware of exactly what would feel MUCH better than this. "Not bloody likely!", I muttered. She definitely didn't seem the type to be attracted to "peeping Toms". The thought filled me with resentment... not against her but against my own stupidity in not leaving while I still could have. My mood spoiled, I left the water and decided to take a nap. As the sun began to dry my clothes my shorts caused an unpleasant itch, so I stripped naked and lay down on the towel next to the pool. I was asleep within minutes. I was awakened by the sound of something moving in the bushes, and my first drowsy thought was that some large, hungry animal was coming to visit. My sleep-fogged mind churned out the conclusion that there were probably no predators of the big-cat type in Tahiti, but I remembered lots of accounts of sharp-tusked wild pigs. Just as I was about to spring up I heard a tentative "hello", and the branches parted to reveal the object of my desire. I grabbed the first thing at hand, my t-shirt, and covered my naked crotch, though not very thoroughly. I was embarassed about being caught nude, but also very curious about why she had come when she knew I'd be here. I answered her greeting as she approached the pool, and then waited to see what she'd say next. An awkward silence ensued that seemed to last for hours. She finally sat down on the rock about 5 feet away and stared intently at the pool. The silence was almost physically painful, so I started to say something glib and probably stupid. Instead, I heard myself apologizing and asking for her under- standing and forgiveness. It must have been the right thing to say, because she visibly relaxed and looked into my face. "My name's Katrina, but please call me Kitty", she said in a soft voice. " Kitty... now that's appropriate. I'm Roger, and I'm very glad to finally meet you. Sorry it's been in such a messy way", I said. I immediately regretted the "appropriate" bit, but she didn't ask for clarification. "Yes, I knew your name already, Roger"... oh, I liked the way my name sounded from her lips! A shiver of pleasure ran up my spine, and I realized I was indeed falling for her. At the same time I felt very uncomfortable sitting there with only a t-shirt covering my loins. I'd have liked to get dressed, but I didn't feel like asking her to turn her head, and the whole thing seemed sort of silly since I'd seen nearly all of her the other day. The silence resumed, but was pleasant this time. She seemed to be deep in thought,and I was afraid to ask why. Finally she asked why I thought "Kitty" was an appropriate name for her, and I told her. I knew I was saying too much and that I was making my longing for her clearer with every word, but I couldn't stop. " I'm sorry, I'm getting carried away. I have no right to lay this on you", I said, sure that I'd scared her off. The thought that she must have been similarly attracted to me (otherwise she'd not have come to the pool) never even entered my mind. She said nothing for a long time, and then chuckled "I thought you looked like a cat lover. Guess I was right". We laughed together at this and the tension lessened a bit more. Seizing the moment, I asked her why she seemed so aloof at work. "Oh, that's just a front I put up to keep the guys away". " Well, it sure has worked, but why do you want to do that?", I asked. I thought it best not to mention that most of the guys claimed she was gay. "Ummm...I'd rather not talk about it", she said with a deep sigh, and then I noticed tears beginning to roll down her cheeks. I wanted badly to hug her and comfort her, but my t-shirt would have fallen off and left me exposed. I didn't want to think about sex while she was crying. "Well, maybe I should tell you; I've had some bad experiences with men... no, not rape or anything like that...in high school I was sort of plain looking and shy, and the few boys I dated were only interested in sex. They never wanted to know me as a person, and the closest they'd get to being romantic was a few obligatory kisses before getting inside of me. They didn't care about my pleasure at all, and left me feeling frustrated and used. Then in college my folks had a bad car wreck; my mother died and my Dad was an invalid. Between caring for him and my school work I had no time for a social life. He died soon after I graduated and began working, but the dates I've had since then haven't been much better than the ones in high school. When men realize I don't have much experience they seem to think they can forget about pleasing me and just have their own good time. One guy even laughed at me afterwards and called me "little miss priss". That really hurt! I guess men want girls who look and act like Playboy centerfolds. Ordinary women like me are just temporary stop-overs in their search for Miss Whatever-the-month. My hips are too big, my bust too small, nose not straight enough.... I just don't measure up, I guess". At this she resumed crying, and I began to cry myself. I could feel her pain; my high school years had been hard for me, and the rejection of me by my wife had punched large holes in my self- esteem. After a while I looked her in the eye and said "Maybe you just dated the wrong guys. We're not all like that... I'm certainly not that way". She returned my gaze for a moment, then looked shyly away and said "No, I didn't think you would be. That's why I was so glad you came on this trip. I've watched you for a long time but was always afraid to show any sign of interest. I haven't had a date in years, and I don't know how to act with men any more". Silence again. My mind raced with the implications of this. She wanted me! And not just sexually! I could scarcely believe my ears. For the moment I had no thought of sex; I was caught up in pure romance. Her next question put me back in sex mode: "When you saw me....ummm...touching myself...were you shocked? I must have looked so wicked. What did you think of me?". She was unable to look at me as she said this, and her lip trembled a bit. I considered my answer for a while; "It was the most beautiful and arousing thing I've ever seen in my life. You looked so natural, like you belong here. What were you thinking?". "About you", she said in a small voice. "I was imagining it was you touching me. I couldn't believe it when I saw you watching, and now I wish... I wish you hadn't left". I remembered the sudden impression of my tongue on her hard nipple and realized she had been thinking and feeling the same thing. A mental video of the scene began playing in my head, only this time it was indeed me that was giving her pleasure. A powerful stirring in my groin brought me back to the present, and I looked down to see my excitement becoming quite visible beneath the thin t-shirt. She followed my gaze, and gave a soft sigh when she saw what was happening. "Am I the cause of that?", she asked, a rhetorical question if ever I heard one. We both stared as if hypnotized as my cock became fully erect and the head slowly appeared above the t-shirt edge. I in- stinctively started to cover myself, but she said "No, please... I've never really seen one in the light, and never this big". Now I'm no John Holmes, so she was either very naive or a clever flatterer. At any rate, I liked the sound of it, and I slowly pulled the t-shirt away. Her new-found boldness encouraged me, too, so I said "Why don't you take a closer look, then?". She sat down beside me, staring all the more at my rigid pole. "Isn't that uncom- fortable?", she asked with a smile. "Well, there are ways to make it go away. They take a little time and effort, but I think I can promise you'll find them well worth it", I said with only half a smile. I could see her nipples also becoming erect through the thin material of her bikini, and I imagined that she was getting a little wet. Her hair was in a ponytail, and I made our first contact by undoing it and smoothing it out until her hair looked the way it had before. Not wanting to rush things, I gently turned her away from me and began to massage her neck and shoulders gently. "Mmmmm...I like that" was all she said, but her sighs encouraged me to proceed. I lay her face-down on the towel and began to give her a good backrub, something my ex-wife claimed I was the absolute champ at. I used a mixture of firm kneading and soft caress, a tactic I knew was highly effective in relaxing muscles while building sexual tension. Her wonderful breasts were hidden from view, but I feasted my eyes on her ass, the one she claimed was too big. My rubbing gradually approached her hips, but I made both of us wait for that. I'd get almost there and then wander elsewhere. After a few times of this she began to moan softly and wiggle her rear everytime my hands approached. Still I waited; we had all day. "You're a tease!" she breathed, and I answered that I was also teasing myself. Finally I slid my hands under the bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down as she raised her hips to assist me. Her lovely ass was fully exposed to my eyes and hands. I enjoyed the sight for a moment, and noticed a hint of her natural scent. My head began to swim as I softly caressed each firm cheek. No pretense of massage remained as I bent down to kiss the gorgeous globes. My tongue traced a slow line along the juncture of hip and thigh and she squirmed. As I neared the cleft she groaned and tried to turn over to give me better access. "No, no...not yet", I said as I continued my oral caresses. I worked my way down her inner thigh until it began to tickle, and then reversed course until I was at the back of her neck. Her hands came around and unfastened the top, and I took advantage of this by licking my way down from her shoulder blade to the side of her breast, again preventing her from turning over. Quite a bit of her breast was accessable though the nipple was buried in the towel. I licked and kissed what I could reach, and she began to wiggle her rear with impatience. I responded by laying full-length on top of her with my hard cock nestled between her cheeks. My hands probed under her until they found her full breasts, and I alternated between kissing her neck and nibbling her ear. She really began to squirm and moan at that, and I enjoyed the friction of her cheeks against my cock. "Better be careful", I thought to myself. "One slip and I'd be inside her, and it's too soon". I rolled over on my back, taking her with me and turning her around to face me. We had our first kiss as she lay on me, and the feel of her warm tits rubbing on my chest was the stuff of dreams. I felt my penis slip between her legs and press into her pubic hair, another dangerous situation. I rubbed my hard cock against her lips and clit a few times, and was rewarded by a groan full of expectation. "No, not yet", I said, but it took all my resolve to get off of her instead of taking her right then. She made a sound of frustration, but my eager kisses put a stop to that. My hands cupped her breasts as we kissed, and they felt just as good as I had imagined. I had to taste them now! I kissed and licked my way down her face and neck, and she groaned loudly when she saw my destination. Her nipple jutted out so firmly it reminded me of my turgid cock. I approached it the same way I had her ass, teasing my way closer and closer. It became a playful game between us...so close but not quite there...my tongue covered her entire breast in its rambling but never reached the tantalizing center. When I finally did take it into my lips she arched her back with a deep sigh and began to caress the back of my head. I rolled the firm berry between my lips, lightly caressing it with my tongue. When I took it gently between my teeth and lightly tugged she cupped her other breast in her hand and began to pet it too. Not wanting to let it feel ignored, I kissed and sucked it too while she held it for me. This was one of the most erotic scenes I could imagine. I looked into her eyes and saw the same love there that I was feeling for her, and we kissed again, much more sweetly and tenderly this time. My tongue resumed its journey as I slowly worked my way down her body. She gasped and squirmed when I probed her navel, both because it tickled and because she knew where I'd go next. When I reached the first few golden hairs I took them between my teeth and pulled lightly. She giggled at this, but when I moved a little lower she suddenly tensed. "You don't have to do that", she said. Her tone of voice made it clear that she was afraid I was going to do an unpleasant duty. "Oh, but I WANT to! Don't you like it?", I asked as I grazed a little lower. "I don't know. It's only happened in my dreams", she sighed. "I'm afraid you'll think it's gross or something". "Far from it", I answered as I looked at her pussy for the first time. Sparse, downy blonde bush, with small, coral-pink lips. Like the rest of her, it looked "delicate". Her womanly scent and the wetness of her lips and surrounding hair was further proof of her arousal. "You're beautiful", I said, as I worked my tongue down along the side of her lips, avoiding her clitoris for now. Finally I put my tongue between her lips directly over her vagina. Slowly I worked my way upward, tongue flicking back and forth. I ran my hands under her ass and craddled each full cheek, and as I neared her clit I could feel her muscles tense in anticipation. She was sighing softly, but as I reached her clit and began to lightly lap at it she began to moan. "Oh, yessss...that's so good.... even better than I dreamed!". Her hands went again to the back of my head, pulling me closer to the source of her pleasure. Ever the tease, I left her clit and descended again to her opening. My fingers spread her lips as I speared my tongue as deeply as I could. So tight! I didn't know how I was going to manage getting my cock in, but I was certainly looking forward to finding out! A finger replaced my tongue as I headed back to her clitoris. I began to lick her in earnest as my finger slowly stroked her vagina. Her flow increased, and my cheeks and chin were soon wet with it. She needn't have worried that I'd find it "gross": she tasted wonderful! My tongue went into high gear, and it wasn't long before she showed signs of approaching orgasm. "Ummm...don't stop...I think I'm going to...yesss...I'm ... ohhh...I've never... ahhh..."; this and other incoherent cries reached my ears as I urged her closer and closer. I reached up and cupped a breast, and looked her in the face as she went over the edge. Her expression of delight and surprise were something to see, making my hard cock pulse in pure lust. Again she reached for her other breast, this time making a vain attempt to suck her own nipple as she came. I almost came myself at the sight of her! Her vagina spasmed firmly around my finger as we rode out her climax together. I licked and softly kissed her lips as she slowly released the tension in her back and legs; I knew she'd be too sensitive for me to continue stimulating her clit. My consideration for her overrode the impulse to bury my straining penis in her, so I lay next to her and hugged her tightly as she relaxed. "That was...you were... fantastic!! I've never come before with anyone else, only... my fingers. Your tongue felt so good!!", she breathed. "Nobody else ever cared enough about my pleasure to do anything like that. Thank you for caring about me". "No, don't thank me; believe me when I say `was my plea- sure'!", I said, and followed it with a loving kiss. She made a sound in her throat that almost sounded like a purr. She reached out and tentatively stroked my cock, which responded with a twitch. "I think it likes you", I said with a grin and a not-so-subtle hint that she get to know it better. "Mmmm... and I like it!! But it looks so cold and lonely.", she responded. We both grinned at that, considering the tropical heat. "Well, where could we warm it up?", I asked. Her answer was nonverbal as she slowly kissed her way down my chest. She was more merciful than I, and didn't torment me for long. Her hand cupped my scrotum as her soft tongue began winding its way up my shaft. The touch of wet tongue on rigid, almost-achingly hard penis was like ice and fire, and I waited with held breath as she approached the head. She licked the ultra-sensitive spot just below the head, and then slowly took me between her lips. I thought I'd die right then! The sight of her innocent face engulfing my cock, her lips sliding up and down, and the feel of her velvety mouth on my glans was more exciting than anything I'd ever known! About 90 seconds of this was all I could take; I had a better place to deposit my load in mind. I pulled myself slowly from her lips, and she gave me a knowing look as my penis left her mouth. "I've never done that before, either. Did I do okay?". She knew full well she did better than okay! "You must be a natural!", I said as I pulled her to me for a kiss. "No, I think it's because I love you". It didn't immediately register with me that she'd said that. I was looking at my wet cock and thinking it was about to get even wetter. When her words finally hit me they were like a drug. "Did you say you love me?", I asked in disbelief. "Yes, I do. I know it seems too soon, but I've been thinking about you for a long time now. I hope I haven't scared you away". She couldn't look me in the eye, and I realized she was afraid I'd reject her. My heart swelled with feelings of protectiveness and love, and I hugged and kissed away all her doubts and fears. A tear of joy rolled down her cheek, and I licked it away tenderly. All this time my cock was poking her in the bellybutton, demanding attention. "Yeah, love is fine", it seemed to say "but *I* need relief. Now!" "Poor thing...it looks cold again. I have just the place for it", she purred as she straddled my waist. "This is it!", I thought as she guided my throbbing penis to her wet entrance. She looked me in the eyes as she slowly settled down, my cock slipping deliciously into the tightest, smoothest pussy I'd ever been in. About half-way down she stopped and began slowly to lift off. We both sighed as my cock came all the way out. "I just wanted to do that again!" she breathed as she slid back down, this time all the way. I watched her face contort in pleasure as she began to slowly work me in and out. I couldn't believe how velvety soft and moist she was! She fit me like the tightest glove but the friction was smooth and almost liquidy. As she speeded up I realized I couldn't take much more of this and I regretted that I wouldn't last long enough for her to come again. It just felt too good to resist! As I felt the urge to come grow, I was surprised to hear her gasp "Ohhh! I'm gonna come again!! It's sooooo good!!". I pulled her down so I could suck her nipples, and as I took one in my mouth she cried out as her climax seized her. Amazingly, I was able to hold off from coming myself as she rode me while her vagina clenched and massaged my cock with her orgasmic contractions. Her back arched so hard I feared she'd break her spine. Finally she slumped forward in release, kissing me between ragged breaths. She knew I hadn't come, so she made little grinding motions to keep me "interested" while she caught her breath. Boy, was I ever interested! After a few minutes (which seemed like forever!) I rolled her over on her back and looked down at her. Most men would probably consider her "cute" rather than pretty, but to me she was the most beautiful thing in the world. Hair wild, face red, body wet with our sweat... she was adorable! Her woman scent was much stronger now, and her pussy looked much redder and fuller. I couldn't resist going down on her again; her clit was even more sensitive now, and it didn't take long to work her up again. I was going to make her come again, but she firmly pulled me up, saying "It's your turn now!". I didn't argue with her; I lifted her legs until her ankles rested on my shoulders and began to rub the head of my cock against her lips. We both groaned as it parted her and slid inside. The initial entry always feels so good...I had to pull out several times just to do it again. I looked down and watched myself stroke in and out slowly. I was teasing myself this time, trying to prolong our coupling, though the fire building inside me made it plain that I couldn't delay much longer. I pulled almost clear out and made shallow strokes, so that only the head penetrated her. The sight of her lips caressing the head as it withdrew, as though they were trying to pull it back in again, was like a wet dream. I slowly ran it all the way in, using my muscle control to make it twitch inside her. She answered by contracting her pussy around me, and I lost the will to tease any longer. I began to build up speed and depth until we could hear the wet, sucking sound of our friction. "I want you to come for me, to come IN me. Fill me up with it!", she cried. I increased my efforts to do just that. Her vagina was like a living milking machine, thirsting and drawing my come. It felt so damn good to be inside her that I wanted it to never end. End it would, and soon! The pressure built until I felt like a boiler ready to explode! I knew I'd shoot into her like a firehose, and I wondered briefly whether she'd be able to feel the come eruption. "Do it, my darling! Come inside me! I want it to flood me! Oh...yes...give it to me now!". A few more powerful thrusts and she began to come. "Uhhh... Uhhh...yes...kiss me, darling, while we come! Oh! Oh!". We kissed passionately as her third climax overtook her. The contractions of her vagina sent me over the edge, and I buried my cock as deeply as possible in her while the come exploded out of me like flaming liquid bullets. "Yes, yes!! I feel it! It's so hot!" she said between kisses. I groaned as each spurt of come burned its way through my shaft and into her eager pussy. No climax I'd ever had had been so intense or lasted so long! It felt like every drop of fluid in my entire body was being emptied into her. Her vagina continued to gently milk my penis, and I realized she too was still coming. I couldn't believe how good our timing had been and how long our climaxes were lasting. Our spasms finally stopped and we sighed together in release and contentment. I was so tired I had to rest my weight on top of her, but she didn't seem to mind at all. As we rested and regained our breath we exchanged tender kisses. "That was wonderful! I'm sorry this couldn't have happened sooner. So much wasted time!", she whispered. I kissed her again and said, "Well, we'll just have to make up for lost time". "Ummm, yeah...lots of making up!", she answered with a smile filled with promise. ]]> http://sinfultalesblog.com/tropical-sex-story/feed/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/attractive-collegue/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/attractive-collegue/#comments Wed, 29 Oct 2008 16:15:41 +0000 Administrator sex tale interracial sex letter text sex story sex text message free text sex story sex text repository http://sinfultalesblog.com/attractive-collegue/ She stayed with me while i was installing the updates, asking me about myself as we waited for the software to de-compress. i was a bit wary at first... if she was a social climber, then she had no good reason to talk to me (scum-bag that i am :-)... in retrospect, i suppose it was because she was one of the world's very few Genuinely Nice People. i ran into a problem; it seemed that the hard disk was almost full and the temporary working space required by the software as it decompressed wasn't available. `that's a 60 meg hard disk,' i thought to myself, `it can't be full of word-processing documents already; they've only had it for two months.' `Is something wrong?' she asked, her beautiful face shadowed by concern. I started looking around the hard disk, trying to find what was taking up so much space. There were one or two games, as usual; she admitted that the manager played them sometimes during lunch. However, taking up almost twenty megabytes was an impressive collection of GIF files, some of which i recognised by their names; `3GIRLS.GIF', `COUPLE2.GIF', `HORNY.GIF', and so on. `Are these his as well?' i asked with a wry grin. `Those are mine.' she replied evenly. I raised an eyebrow. `Imagine that. Can you afford to lose about a dozen of them?' i was surprised at her rueful expression. `Is that really necessary? Can't we upload them to the fileserver, or put them onto floppies, or something?' I like the `we' part, i thought. Very conspiratorial. `We can't access the server until the new network software is in place... and the new software won't be in place until we free up ten megabytes of disk space. Do you have any blank floppies?' She spread her empty hands. `You know what the supply department is like. Oh well,' she scowled, `I shouldn't really have them on here anyway.' I started up a directory utility, allowing her to select and delete files which she felt she could do without. She freed up six megs, but couldn't decide which of the fifty-odd files that remained should go. `Could I look at them again? It would help decide which ones to kill.' Suppressing a smile that threatened to turn into a lascivious smirk, i nodded, ran my handy-dandy GIF viewer (don't leave home without it!) and loaded the first file. for a moment, i forgot to breathe... two very attractive girls in a black marble bath-tub were caressing a third, sitting on the edge with her thighs wrapped around the water-spout. All three were naked; i didn't have to look very hard to see that the third girl was Marseya. `No, i'd like to keep that one.' she murmured. I could understand why! The second was a close-up shot of Marseya's face, showing her draining the last drops from a bottle of Perrier. Her eyes burned with lust, her tongue caressing the circle of the bottle's mouth. `Ah... next...' i said, clearing my throat. She smiled. The next two files had become corrupted somehow; i could just make out naked figures contorted into vaguely tantric yoga positions. We deleted them and continued. The next one was in clip-art resolution - black and white - and while it was rather nicely Floyd-Steinberg dithered, i had to move back a few feet from the screen and squint before i saw the image. `Is that YOU?' `Uh-huh.' `Doesn't that hurt?' she slipped her arm around my shoulder. `At first...' I took a deep breath and passed on to the next image. After seeing the clip-art image, i didn't think that anything else could shock me... which was a pretty naive attitude to have. i could only stare at the screen, feeling the pixels slowly burning holes in my retinas. She knelt down next to my chair, and i became acutely aware of her proximity, the arousing aura of her perfume. it reminded me of something. i realised that i was still sitting there with my mouth open; i turned to her and said, `i never would have suspected that...' `that someone like me would do something like that?' `... that someone like you would allow yourself to be photographed doing something like that. You don't strike me as someone who would even think about bestiality, much less...' i gestured at the screen. Marseya's face lost all traces of emotion, becoming a blank mask. the sudden change made me feel that i'd slapped her across the face, causing her to retreat. she said, quietly, `You must think i'm some sort of pervert.' and she got up to leave. i grabbed her hand, forcing her to look at me as i put on the most serious expression i had. i said, `Not at all. This looks a lot like my GIF collection, actually.' some animation returned to her face. `You collect GIFs? Like these?' i smiled. `If you'd like to drop in to my place tonight, i'll show you.' she returned my smile warmly; i felt a surge of something inside me that was more intimate and somehow more noble than plain lust; it was the feeling of two wanderers meeting, finding that they had the same destination and that they were no longer alone. - - - - - that evening, i rushed about my room, picking clothes off the floor (where they'd been lying for days) and stuffing them into the clothes basket. i kicked the bedclothes into a heap, then decided to make the bed, to try and show that i wasn't a complete slob. i put on my `motivation to make the bed' CD (The Butthole Surfers' `Hairway to Steven'), and got to it. The music was so loud that i didn't hear Marseya come in through the unlocked front door. i was singing along with the CD; `Whaddaya know about reality... i AM reality...' when, out of the corner of my eye, i caught a glimpse of her, leaning against the doorway and smiling. i stared at her for a moment, biting my lip. she was dressed casually; a Country Road windcheater with ragged cuffs; a pair of faded denims and scuffed Reeboks. when compared to the icy Secretarial Standard Image that she presented at work, it didn't look scruffy, but rather, more personal, comfortable; as if the way she dressed at work didn't express her real personality. and besides, i found myself very attracted to the way the denim followed the curves of her thighs and hips. i tried not to look like i was staring at the subtle shifting of her obviously unrestrained breasts underneath the windcheater as she regarded the room, taking in the `Eraserhead' and Skinny Puppy posters, the uneven stacks of CDs, videotapes and floppy disks, my personal computer which took up all of the wide desk. I presented her with a chair, inviting her to sit in front of the PC, gesturing with exaggerated servility. she smiled sweetly, accepting the glass of moselle that i offered. i had prepared a `slideshow' of GIFs that started out with soft- core `cheesecake' and progressed steadily into the areas that she'd hinted at earlier. in lieu of a second chair, i kneeled down next to her, and started the show. i was somewhat surprised when she took my hand, holding it between hers as the images marched past, and even more surprised when, as the first of what i called the `really raw images' appeared, she pressed my hand between her thighs. i glanced at her; she was completely entranced with the image on the screen, and probably wasn't even aware that she was rubbing her crotch with my hand. i wasn't going to point this out - in case she decided to stop! i watched her intently, noting her interest betrayed by tell-tale flickers of her eyes as the GIFs became less `vanilla'. i could see a tiny reflection of the screen in her eyes, just large enough to show sufficient detail to determine which GIF she was looking at. eventually, she got to what i considered to be the most explicit GIF in the collection; a naked young girl with long bronze-red hair, kneeling underneath a huge black stallion, grasping its monstrous erection and kissing the end. she gave a start when it flashed up on the screen, and suddenly realised that my hand was firmly wedged between her thighs and under the seat. for a moment, she didn't move, as if trying to think of a polite way of backing out of the situation. Almost as if in a dream, i found myself reaching around her waist with my other arm, hugging her to me, pressing my face against her side, moving up to press my lips against the soft warmth of her breast. Keeping one hand over mine, squeezing it between her thighs, she stroked my face with the other, running it through my hair, down my neck, slipping it under the collar of my shirt and massaging my shoulder. i felt her heartbeat, heard her sigh as she drew a deep breath, feeling her ribs expand, gently pushing back against my face. i moved my other hand underneath the waist-band of her windcheater, stroking her side, cupping her breast and trapping the nipple with my index and middle fingers. at the same time, i slowly ran the thumb of my other hand along the rough denim jeans-seam that was drawn up between her buttocks. she shuddered, drawing another deep breath. i slowly levered the reclining chair back, bringing her face almost level with mine. my lips moved up over her breast, nuzzling her collarbone, delicately teasing her pulsing throat with the tip of my tongue. she sighed faintly in time with the rhythmic motions of our hands between her legs (which were becoming slower as she lost the will to resist clamping her thighs together), her sighs muted to a soft humming as our lips met. playfully, i dug the knuckle of my thumb into her; she gave a start, her breath tickling my cheek. she drew her legs up, turning on her side to face me, putting her other arm around my neck; the reclining chair wobbled unsteadily for a moment, her eyes widened as she felt her sense of balance disappearing, and the chair toppled over on its side, spilling her over on top of me. for a moment, she kneeled astride me, too surprised to say anything. Then we both began laughing, which gradually degenerated into muffled snickers as we kissed again. She lay on top of me, holding my arms outstretched flat against the floor, slowly moving her lips against mine. her warm, wet mouth occasionally twitched into a smile as her laughter threatened to erupt again. i managed to slide my arms down to my sides, break free of her hold and run my hands underneath her windcheater and along her back, hugging her soft body to mine. She made the most sensuous sound i have ever heard - somewhere between a moan and a squeal - and brought her knee up, pressing it against my crotch. My hands wandered over the exquisite texture of thin denim stretched over her thighs, the folds in the material where it rippled along her hip, the insistent resilience of her rear. We were pressed tightly together, hardly moving at all; her fingers slowly entwined themselves in my hair; i undid the brass stud at the front of her jeans, then traced her spine along her lower back, down underneath her behind and nestled three fingers in the damp warmth there. My erection pressed against the smooth cylinder of her thigh, through two layers of denim. she pressed back, my lips sensing her smile as she noted the immediate reaction. In return, i slowly pressed my middle finger past the lips of her vagina, causing her to arch her back, angling her slit so that i could slip all four fingers into her and pressing her breasts against my chest. While she held my head still with one hand, clutching a handful of my hair, her other hand fiddled with the stud on my jeans, flipping it free and then drawing the zipper down. She then thrust her hand down the front of my underpants, grabbing my erection and my aching balls together, slowly squeezing. at this point, we decided that it would be a good time to get the rest of our clothes off and move to the bed. ]]> http://sinfultalesblog.com/attractive-collegue/feed/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/secret-fetish-bondage/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/secret-fetish-bondage/#comments Mon, 22 Sep 2008 16:43:59 +0000 Administrator sex love letter dirty sex letter interracial sex letter sex text repository http://sinfultalesblog.com/secret-fetish-bondage/ Still on her knees she tried to explain herself, but soon realized that it was all too obvious what she had been up to. Since she had already been fired she wasn't worried about losing her job, and started to leave. I suppose she thought that was all that I could do. She was wrong. I warned her that this was actually a criminal offense, and that it could bring her some jail time. That worried her, she had to stop and think for a few seconds. Then she asked me what she could do to stop me from reporting her. Her eyes shot straight into mine and then averted to stare at my waist, there was no doubt in my mind what she had thought of to get her out of this mess. I smiled and explained that I wasn't sure what she meant, I then stared at the fine mounds protruding from her chest. She bent down to her knees again and crawled to my feet. I stood my ground, watching her every move with my hands on my hips. She reached up and put her hands on my belt, looking up at me with her big brown eyes. Her stare made me feel quite aroused. I think she could tell from the bulge in my pants, now just inches away from her face. She undid my belt and unzipped my slacks. The pants fell down to my ankles as if pulled from the very center of the Earth. My jockey shorts were now all that was keeping my cock from that cute little mouth of hers. Some pre-come had soaked through the shorts, marking where the tip of my cock was. She used the tip of her tongue to lap it up with two quick strokes. I was now straining to be released. She put her hands on my thighs and ran her fingers up and under the edges of my shorts. Her hands played with my pubic hair and brushed gently by the base of my shaft. After teasing me for about five minutes in this way without touching my cock, she pulled my shorts down. I had never seen my cock so stiff and rigid, it stood out like an enormous gun on a battle ship. One of her hands pressed around the base, aiming my cock towards her wet red lips. She moved them close to it and gently blew on its head. Her other hand went to my balls, her fingers forming a skin cage for them to push against. She looked up at me again and slowly licked her lips with her tongue until they were glistening wet. She bent down--still looking at me straight in the eye--until her lips were just resting on the bright purple head of my engorged penis. She closed her eyes with a sigh just as I did when she grabbed my bare ass and pushed my cock into her lovely mouth. I arched my back toward her and grabbed her head with both hands, twisting her hair between my fingers. I fucked her mouth like it was a warm pussy, her velvety smooth lips felt sensational wrapped around my cock. Her head was bobbing around like one of those wobble-head dashboard dolls. She was able to take me completely, her lips touching my balls every time she went down. She stopped for a moment and let my cock slide out of her mouth. She then gently ran her tongue down the full shaft to my balls. She kissed them and suckled one of them into her mouth. I gasped from the amazing feeling as she ran her tongue between them, then back up to the head of my cock. She licked it lovingly and then pushed her lips together tightly and placed them in front of me. I tried to push my cock in, but it was like trying to enter a virgin. After a couple hard thrusts I had fought into her mouth about two inches. Julie then clamped down even harder, trapping my poor cock halfway into her sweet little cocksucking mouth. Her tongue got into the picture as she flicked the head of my cock hard. I couldn't stand it, I was on the verge of coming. I tried to push my cock further into her mouth but I couldn't, the frustration was wonderful. After a bit more of this clever torture she gave in and my cock sunk in as far as it ever had. Her mouth fitting perfectly around my cock as she moved it in and out. I resumed my mouth fuck, thrusting deep into her as she licked and sucked my hard dick. The silky smooth feeling of her warm mouth and lips were quickly bringing me to orgasm. I could feel her fingernails digging into my ass as she tried to pull me deeper inside of her. I pumped even harder, working myself into a frenzy of motion. I could feel the come rising, but I just kept going. I had never had a women let me come in her mouth before and I wasn't about to stop this time, she wasn't either. Each time my cock passed by her lips I felt a pang of pleasure, the feeling soon built into the most intense I had ever felt before. The sensation was so great that my knees started to shake, but that didn't stop me. I just kept fucking, and she kept right on sucking. I shuddered hard as I shot my wad of come down her throat. She swallowed once and kept moving her head, licking up every drop and leaving my cock clean as a whistle. I tried to pull away but she held me in place, my cock still deep in her mouth. She brought her hand around and held my cock, as her other softly caressed my thighs and ass. She swallowed again and slowly drew her lips up off my shaft, as her lips withdrew her hand encased it. Holding my cock tightly in her fist she looked up at me again with those innocent eyes. I could see that she wasn't quite finished with me yet, but my cock was getting softer every passing moment. She asked me if I had ever tied a women up and made love to her. I replied that although I had never had the opportunity, that I had often thought about it. She then stood up and told me to undress her. I didn't really need much more coaxing than that, I grabbed her blouse and with a clean jerk lifted it off. Her bra was straining to hold her enormous breasts close to her body and her nipples showed plainly through the thin material. I placed my hands on her tits and pushed them up and together making a beautiful valley between them. She let go of my cock and reached around her back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground. As I sucked and gently nibbled her magnificent breasts she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the ground next to her bra. I let go of her and stood back to take off what was left of my clothes. As I took off my button down shirt I gazed down at her panties, I was quite pleased to see that they were a very sexy white lace g-string style. I could see a bit of dark cunt hair through the thin lace. I finished with my shirt and discarded it in the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I watched as she moved her hands around her body, feeling her breasts and playing with her ass and stomach. She reached down and let her hand go under her panties, she fingered her clit and then undid the small string that was holding the panties up. She was now standing in front of me completely naked, with her finger stuck in her pussy. My cock noticed this I guess, as it was quite hard and ready again. She walked to the closet where her ex-boss kept some spare suits and found a couple of ugly ties that he had hidden there. She explained that they were gifts from his children and he couldn't bear to throw them away. She asked me if there was something that I thought I could do with them. I took them from her and grabbed her hands, I tied them together behind her head and then ran another tie around her neck to hold her hands tight. I then picked her up and carried her to the desk. I placed her against the desk bent over on her stomach, with her ass sticking up. I then took her long hair and slammed it into the top drawer of the desk, leaving her head completely trapped. All that was left was for me to tie her legs to opposite legs of the desk so that they were wide apart, leaving me a nice view of her ass and cunt. I slapped her ass cheek with the palm of my hand, it was a very nice firm sound. I reached down and slipped a finger into her cunt, she was ready for action, her pussy was extremely wet and slippery. I leaned up against her and placed the head of my cock to her inviting opening. She seemed to be very quiet so I asked her what she wanted. She replied that she wanted me to fuck her right now, hard and long. I was never one to disappoint a lady so I rammed my cock up inside of her waiting pussy. It went in with just a touch of resistance, but that was to be expected since she had a very tight little cunt. My cock felt like it really belonged in there as she pushed her cunt walls around it. I humped her in and out, with my thighs hitting her ass every time I was completely in. She tried to move with me but I had tied her down too well, she was helpless. I fucked her harder and harder, each time her body was pounded into the desk. My cock slid in and out of her juicy pussy in a well timed rhythm. She moaned for me to fuck her harder, and I could tell that she was really enjoying getting her cunt shafted. I pumped my cock faster and harder, her moans now turned to little gasps and cries. Her pussy contracted and she lifted her ass into the air as the pleasure swept over her. I pumped a few more times, then stopped just before I was about to come also. I didn't want to come just yet, I had another idea. I let her hair free, but left her ankles tied to the legs of the desk. I then pushed her over so that she landed gently on her back in the thick plush rug. As her hands were still tied behind her head she was very much at my mercy. Her legs were spread wide apart, held tightly in that position by the strong bindings. I decided for the next step I should probably blindfold her. I used my shirt to cover her eyes, but I left her mouth accessible. I lay down beside her and let my hand roam across her voluptuous body, gently running my fingers against her bare skin. I played with her breasts for a moment then skied down to her vulva. My fingers caressed her mound, then made their way inside her cunt. I fingered her clit until she started to moan again, I then pushed two fingers deep inside of her as far as they would go. As I brought her to another orgasm I gently nibbled her nipples with my teeth, running my tongue around them to make them erect. Her body shook from the release and I mounted her, my knees on either side of her body with my dick sticking into her face. She couldn't see that is was there as the blindfold was doing its job, but she knew. I teased her with my cock, letting her get her lips on it and then taking it away. Sometimes I even let her take the whole thing deep into her mouth, but only for a brief second. I then leaned back and grabbed both her tits, one in each hand. I pushed them together and put my cock between them, tit fucking her. I kept each nipple hard with my index fingers as I rocked back and forth rubbing my cock in the tight valley I had discovered. I really enjoyed watching her breasts move, bouncing around with a stiff hard cock between them. A couple times I thrust so hard that I ended up with my cock between her lips, which wasn't such a bad place to be. She liked to lick my cock as it made it nice and slippery. After a while she complained that she wanted my hard dick in her pussy. I undid the ties around her legs and moved between her legs, her cunt was ready for another dose of fucking. I slowly lowered my cock into her as her legs wrapped around my back, pulling me in. Her hot twat felt really fantastic, it seemed to wrap itself around my cock and pull at its sides. Every time my cock tried to pull out of her cunt, it seemed to be held back by the hugging walls of her pussy. With each plunge it form fitted around my cock, making my cock feel like it belonged there. I fucked her softly and slowly then hard and fast, making sure to keep her off balance. I pushed into her deep and pulled her legs up so that they were resting on my shoulders. This gave me a nice view of her heaving chest and also made her pussy even tighter. My cock shot in and out of her like a piston at high revs. The feeling of my balls slapping against her ass coupled with having my cock embedded deep inside of her was really starting to have an enormous effect. The feeling started deep inside my balls and raced up the length of my dick straight into her silky soft pussy. I came with a passion I had never had before, spurting load after load of come deep inside of her. Even after I had come I still let my motion continue, letting my cock slowly in and out, in and out. I untied her hands and she put them around me. We held onto each other letting our bodies recover from the onslaught we had just put them through. I let my hand wander over the curves and mountains beside me, feeling the tight ass and breasts beneath it. She fell asleep in my arms, looking very innocent for a woman that had just done all those naughty things with me. ]]> http://sinfultalesblog.com/secret-fetish-bondage/feed/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/hot-wife/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/hot-wife/#comments Tue, 09 Sep 2008 14:34:51 +0000 Administrator sinful tale movie sex tale watch sex love letter sex text message amateur sex text links http://sinfultalesblog.com/hot-wife/ I've been monogamous since the day I met Jane, and I'm sure she has been the same. She wasn't a virgin when we met. In fact, I started dating Jane after she broke up a very long-term relationship with one of my Frat brothers. I know they had been making love for years, and, sometimes, even today, while daydreaming, the vision of Jane and her ex-boyfriend doing some of the things we have done together has aroused me. Maybe it was so easy for me to picture them together, because I knew both of them. Anyway, here we are. A successful young couple. We both work for the same very large Corporation, and we survived the '80's fairly well. And now, we are enjoying the benefits, in our new house with a 3-car garage, a yard full of trees, and a hot tub on the deck outside our bedroom. Several weeks ago, I received word that Mike, a mutual co- worker and old friend was returning to headquarters for training. Mike is a great guy, and we were close before he was transferred to Seattle about a year ago. We had been on the company softball team together and had been drinking buddies, and Jane and I had even double-dated with him a time or two. So, when I heard he was coming back to town for a few days, I checked with Jane, and then called him, insisting he stay with us rather than in a hotel. He agreed, immediately. I picked Mike up at the airport at 3:00pm on Friday afternoon, and we had a nice conversation as I drove back to the house and he informed me he had just gotten engaged to a woman out West. When Mike opened the door to our house, thirty-some people yelled "SURPRISE!" Jane and I had decided to throw him a little "Welcome Back" party, so he could see his old friends, again. It was a great party. After good music, good food, good conversation, and good booze, people started leaving around midnight. By twelve-thirty, everybody had left and Mike offered to help Jane and I clean up. Jane said, "This can wait. I'd rather take a quick dip." I agreed. Mike said that that sounded good, but he'd have to borrow one of my swimsuits, as he hadn't brought any along with him. Much to my surprise, Jane blurted out, "You don't have to worry about a suit, Mike. Jim and I don't bother much with them, anymore." I was surprised because, although Jane and I really didn't bother with suits, it was only when we were alone. I couldn't tell if she was a little buzzed, or a little excited, or both. But I knew I was both! The three of us quickly stripped on the back patio deck. It was obvious in the bright moonlight that Jane was more than buzzed. Her nipples were hard and erect and her skin had that taut, expectant look it gets before we make love. She was also breathing through her mouth as her eyes were glued on Mike. And looking at Mike, myself, I could now see why he had been such a stud around the office before he was transferred. Besides his rugged good looks and great personality, he had a rather large cock and set of balls hanging between his legs. I noticed he was also watching Jane, very closely. We all ran up the steps to the bedroom-level of the deck and splashed into the tub. The water was perfect, and the night air made it very relaxing. After a while, I offered to make us all a nightcap, and ran to the house to get the fixings. When I returned, Jane and Mike were out of the pool and lying on chaise lounges. Neither one of them had made any effort to cover anything up, so I didn't either. We sipped our drinks and quietly talked about old times and who-was-where-doing-what in the company. Mike was on the chaise between us and I couldn't help but notice all the attention Jane was giving Mike's crotch. I took a good look, myself. Mike's cock was large -- no two ways about that. It was long, maybe seven inches or so, but it was also thick, looking almost as thick around as my wrist. And it was still soft! I had been in enough locker rooms to know that Mike was one of a very few good men. Now, looking closer, I noticed that he was also uncircumcised and he had a lot of obvious foreskin. When we finally got around to the office gossip and who- was-fucking-whom, we all perked up. Jane said she now understood why there was so much crying and gnashing of teeth by the office beauties when Mike was transferred across the country. She went on to say that not only was he a sweetie, he had the most impressive prick she had ever seen in her life. Then, Jane asked Mike to forgive her for staring, but she had never seen an uncircumcised cock before. Being only human, as Mike listened to Jane's compliments, his impressive seven inches was slowly twitching itself into a firmer, and even more impressive, nine inches! Jane suddenly turned to me, "I just want to touch it!" I could tell from her expression and breathless tone, she was asking me for permission. I shrugged and nodded. What was I going to say? Jane turned to Mike, "May I?" Mike looked at me and I nodded again. He turned back to Jane, "Sure, Jane, if you want to." Jane got up off her chaise and walked to Mike's, "Oh, I want to." My wife sat next to Mike on his chaise and just stared at his cock. It was still twitching, growing firmer and longer as we watched. Jane slowly reached forward. There was a small tremble in her hand. Slowly, she reached out and touched Mike's cock, wrapping her hand around it. Her fingers didn't even come close to making it all the way around. None of us said a word. All three of us were intently watching my wife's hand as it slowly pulled back Mike's foreskin off the head of his cock, and then let go, so the skin slid back to cover the head, again. Over and over, Jane slid her hand up and down Mike's shaft. Jane's other hand made its way down to Mike's balls, where it cupped and lifted them, as if weighing them. I didn't have a ruler, but my guess was that Mike was now a hard ten inches of cock. I couldn't even guess its girth. All this time, Jane was slowly lowering her head, inch by inch, until she was only inches away from Mike's erection. I was watching hi cock as intently as my wife. Mike's foreskin was so thick and long, that even when his cock was erect (as it was now!), it was still long enough to entirely cover his head. So both Jane and I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of the tip; and as Jane let the skin go, we watched the skin cover the head, pushing the drop up, until it rested on top, like a shiny diamond on a ring. To my surprise, Jane flicked her tongue out to lick the fluid away. Mike and I both moaned. Now, Jane continued her hand rhythm, up and down, but she left her tongue on the head of Mike's cock, so that when his foreskin returned to cover the head, it also covered the tip of Jane's tongue. This only happened a few times before Mike very obviously began to cum. Jane moved her mouth onto Mike's cock, and began swallowing his cum. A little of Mike's cum leaked out the side of her mouth, but she quickly caught it with her tongue. (Jane later told me that Mike's cum was more than she thought any man could shoot at one time.) Jane's eyes looked glazed-over when she smiled up at Mike. I knew I needed a release for my raging, almost-painful, hard-on and suggested we move into the bedroom. Mike and I escorted Jane to our king-sized bed and she looked up at both of us. She looked beautiful. Mike laid beside my wife on one side and I took the other. We began to explore her extraordinary body with our hands and fingers and tongues. Mike sucked a breast into his mouth as I licked Jane's clit. He soon moved down to her pussy and I kissed her mouth and filled my hand with her tit. I couldn't wait any longer. I moved Mike out of the way and slid my erect cock into my wife, to the hilt. I had never felt her cunt so wet and hot as it was at that moment. She reached one hand between us and made a ring around my cock with her finger and thumb. Then I felt her other hand on the cheek of my ass, her fingers seeking, and finding my anus. Knowing my climax would be almost immediate, she grinned up and me and asked, "Did you enjoy seeing another man's cock and cum fill my mouth to overflowing?" That was it! I rammed into her as hard as I could and let go with a massive orgasm. I had barely finished cumming when I felt Jane's hands moving my shoulders away from her. She wanted me off her. She was looking at Mike and they were now ready for each other. I slipped out of Jane and rolled on the bed, watching Mike position himself between my wife's wide-spread legs. His erection was huge. Her eyes were filled with lust as she grabbed Mike's hips and said, "What are you waiting for? Fuck me! I want to feel that monster-cock in me, right now!" Mike maintained control. "Let's take this slow, Jane. I don't want to hurt you. As his cock-head touched her cuntlips, Jane moaned loudly. I couldn't believe it! I was in the same bed, watching another man getting ready to fuck my wife! Mike began to push slowly with his hips. Jane's pussy began to stretch itself around its unnatural girth. Slowly, slowly, Mike maintained the pressure, slowly but surely burying his cock deeper and deeper into my wife's cunt. "You're so tight, Jane. Tell me if I hurt you." Jane couldn't talk, she just shook her head. Finally, Mike touched bottom. He held himself completely still. My wife had taken it all. Jane was obviously savoring the feeling. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and said, "Oh, Mike, I've never felt this full in my life!" Then, even without Mike moving a muscle, Jane began a powerful orgasm (Which she later said was the strongest she had ever had.). Wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body. And, as she began to come down, Mike began his fucking motion, taking her up, up, and away, again and again. Mike dropped his face to Jane's breasts and he began biting and pulling her nipple with his teeth, as he hammered into her, harder and harder with his hips. "Oh, yes!" she screamed. If our neighbors lived any closer, I'm sure they would have called the police. "Fuck me hard, you bastard! I can feel all your foreskin! I can feel it sliding up and down your cock, sliding inside my cunt, the way it did in my hands! Don't let this end!" But it did. Mike was lifting himself almost all the way out of Jane and then slamming back into her, slapping their hips together and banging his big balls against her ass. I would have felt sorry for Jane, for the beating she was taking, if she wasn't so obviously enjoying every bit of it, bouncing her hips up to meet his down slam. I'm not sure if Jane ever really stopped cumming, but it was obvious when Mike began his. His face turned red and he was gasping for breath, grunting. When he finally collapsed on top of Jane, she wrapped her arms around him and said, "I could feel your cum. I could feel it shooting out of your magnificent cock, filling my cunt." I guess with the party, the booze, and the sex, we were all exhausted. Mike couldn't make it to the guest room, so all three of us fell asleep in our bed. I woke up once in the night having to go to the bathroom, and found Jane and Mike fucking again on the bed beside me. When I awoke the next morning, I rolled over to see Jane sucking on Mike's cock. Mike was still asleep. "Don't you think last night was enough, Jane?" "I don't know, Honey. It hasn't been enough, so far. But I'll try to behave. I've just never felt like this before -- this alive, this randy, this hot. Just don't get mad at me, okay? I still love only you." For the rest of that weekend, and all of our free time during the following week, Mike wore Jane like a second skin. She went everywhere he went. They were seldom dressed and never apart, and when they were together, my lovely wife had Mike's cock in her hands, her mouth, or her cunt. She even went with him to the bathroom! I followed them once, and watched Jane get down on her knees and pull Mike's foreskin back so he could pee. As soon as he was done, Jane shook the last few drops from the end and then engulfed his meat in her mouth and sucked him 'till he came. As always, she swallowed every drop. I don't know how many loads of cum Jane took that week. She sucked and fucked more loads out of Mike than I care to count, and since she was acting like some sex-slut, she couldn't very well say `no' to me when I wanted some of her twat or mouth. On Thursday, Mike's last night in town, Jane handed me the Polaroid and packages of film and asked me to record the "love session." But, before they got started, Jane sucked on Mike's cock until it reached maximum size, and then she shot a pack of film in almost clinical close-ups of it. I spent the rest of the night taking pictures of their sucking and fucking. Friday afternoon, I drove Mike back out to the airport. He was in the backseat with Jane, who was giving him his "farewell blow-job." I knew how much my wife meant it when she kissed Mike at the gate and said, "I'm going to miss you, Mike." Jane still masturbates looking at her photos of Mike, and the two of us talk about his visit in bed, before and during lovemaking. If any change, our sex life has gotten hotter and raunchier since Jane's week as Mike's cock-slave. It's definitely been more frequent. Jane has been less inhibited than ever before. In fact, just last night, she asked me if I ever noticed any other well-hung, uncircumcised studs at the gym. Somehow, I don't think Jane is going to wait for Mike's next visit. ]]> http://sinfultalesblog.com/hot-wife/feed/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/bondage-in-country/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/bondage-in-country/#comments Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:03:51 +0000 Administrator sinful tale sex tale sex explicit letter text sex story amateur sex text links http://sinfultalesblog.com/bondage-in-country/ Your bush pokes out of the sides and strains against the fabric. You moan suggestively in anticipation of what will be next. Instead I untie your bodice to reveal an equally exquisite bra. I pull one globe out and suck and lick it with my tongue. You arch your back and push towards me trying to move my hand back to your aching cunt. This is what I've been waiting for. I grab it and quickly encapture it with a handcuff. Pulling behind your back I grab your other hand and tighten the cuff on it. Your face expresses many emotions surprise, excitement, wonder and fear. You feign being upset and squirm against your bonds. You even plead to be let go secretly hoping I don't. I resume my seduction by nibbling on your neck and earlobes. I hear you sigh and feel your hot breath in my hair. Gently I pull you from the bike--we'll save that for another day. Instead I lean you over the seat, your stomach resting on it, and your bottom exposed. Once again I raise your skirt. This time I pull your panties off exposing your arse and bush. You whine and prance like a mare in heat, begging to be entered. But there is more in store for you. I reach into my saddlebag and pull out a battery operated razor. You protest, but you know that jumping around is not a safe move. I ease the hair away with the razor despite your protests. Indeed you are quite wet from this. Your juices makes the hairs stick to the razor and I stop to pull them out. I continue until most of the hair is off but you are far from bare. Now I grab the rest of the toys and help you up from the bike. I lead you towards the lake and tie a rope around the cuffs and then attach you to a tree. I push your dress up again and apply shaving cream to your stubbly pussy. Your eyes widen as you realize what is next. Now I have a razor and use my hands to shave you. You get jumpy as I near your precious clitoris. In fact, you're remarkably still but shaking. Juice runs from your cunt in a stream and forms a small puddle on the ground near your arse. Once you're neat and clean I wipe you dry. Your pussy is so beautiful and now very sensitive. I just breath on it and you quiver. I use a mirror to show you and use my tongue to make you enjoy it more. You don't say anything but I know that you love seeing this in the mirror. I push my beard against your hood and you gasp loudly. Your juice runs again and I place one then two, three and four fingers inside you, finger fucking until my whole hand is drenched. Then I bring it to your mouth where you hungrily lap it off, sucking my fingers. Now you're begging to be fucked. Your body writhes and twists. You moan and promise me everything. I'll get it anyway. I lead you back to the cycle and lean you over it again. I drop my jeans quickly and position myself between your legs. Then I start the engine. The vibration of the motor against your cunt drives you crazy and you buck and roll against the seat pushing your arse out to me. I enter you slowly teasing you. In, in, in, in, in. Still by balls have not slapped you. In and in. I remain motionless while you roll your hips and try to move forward. I reach around and cup your mound, my fingers finding your clit. I roll it gently in time to the engine. Then BANG. I pull out and fuck you hard. You gasp feeling my pubic hair tickle your skin. BANG, again I fuck you hard until your body explodes with multiple orgasms. Still I have not come. You're so sensitive now that I keep making you come by simply moving. I now release the cuffs and help you onto the tank. I then mount. You force your acing cunt onto me and gasp as my pubic hair now tickles your clit. We rock back and forth and wen I'm about to come you pull off, lean over and eat my cream. I pulsate for a minute. We get off the bike and I get a blanket for us to rest on until we gain strength for more. ]]> http://sinfultalesblog.com/bondage-in-country/feed/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/bored-babes/ http://sinfultalesblog.com/bored-babes/#comments Sat, 02 Aug 2008 15:55:25 +0000 Administrator erotic sex letter how to write a sex letter sex text repository sex story text only http://sinfultalesblog.com/bored-babes/ Jim and Marilyn had become rather close friends without ever having met one another. They had each teased from time to time about meeting one day, but Jim never really expected Marilyn to meet with him. Now she had agreed, and they were scheduled to see each other this evening in a local night spot at eight o'clock. They had some idea of how one another looked and a very good idea of what one another thought. He was anxious and hoped that she shared his excitement. The day seemed to last forever. Everything appeared to be moving in slow motion. His productivity for the day was, as a result, outstanding as he tried to occupy the struggling moments toward the end of the work day. Fridays were somewhat traditional in that he never went directly home after the work day's end. He would generally frequent a local downtown watering hole until about seven; remove to one of his favorite restaurants for a bite to eat; and visit one of several of the local hot spots around town. Jim arrived at the cafe at about five o'clock and sat in his favorite chair at the far corner of the bar. He greeted several friends as they entered and exchanged comments about the grueling week. He had a difficult time concentrating on the various con- versations because his mind was on Marilyn. Would she find him exciting? Seven-thirty had arrived. Jim paid his bill and rose to leave. His mind was dissecting the possibilities of the evening as he drove to Rascal's lounge. As he pulled into the broken black-topped parking lot he had visions of Marilyn's lovely nude body resting on his chest. He almost didn't see the attendant provided to direct him to available parking. His car rested well between two other chariots as he entered the lounge. Jim went through the doorway with eyes wide, searching for the evening's target. There was no single lady at the bar, so Jim selected a seat with a view of the entry way and ordered a drink. He noticed that his hands seemed to have a life of their own. They were shaking as he attempted to stir his grog. Furtive eyes continued to paint the doorway to the lounge and still no Marilyn. It was only ten minutes to eight and no need for con- cern. She would show. In a nonchalant manner, Jim allowed his eyes to travel throughout the bar. He wasn't sure but thought that a lovely young lady sitting with another man was checking him out rather well. Bright eyes sparkled from an angelic face. Jim couldn't help but notice her deep, dark and warm cleavage floating in waves, hugged by the material of a blood-red dress, as her shoulders moved back and forth. The curl of her generous lips and her bright smile teased Jim as she continued her conversation with the man next to her. Just his luck; here was a hot, sexy woman that seemed to have interest in him. Not only was she with another man, Jim was waiting for a woman that he had no idea of how she looked. He had trouble watching the entrance in anticipation of Marilyn. Each time his eyes moved to the door he was distracted by the lovely woman's breasts. They seemed to be calling to him. He continued to try to get this woman out of his mind, but she wouldn't stop sneaking glances as him. Suddenly, she rose from her bar stool and began walking toward the rest room. Jim's eyes were now drawn to her magnetic buttocks. The material of her dress seemed to massage each cheek of her undulating ass. Damn! He would love to drink her bath water just to see her dry off. Few times had he ever gotten an erection just looking at a woman in a bar. This was one of them. Jim's eyes returned to the door once again and he noticed the man that had been sitting with the object of his new interest was walking out of the lounge; apparently leaving. Jim almost hurt his neck as he spun his head back to see where the lovely lady in red was. Soon she returned from the rest room, leaned forward, said something to the bartender and began walking directly toward Jim. Her lovely breasts continued to dance slightly as she ap- proached. Jim wanted to look behind him to see if she was ap- proaching someone behind him but thought that would be obvious and make him look ridiculous. His eyes riveted on the rim of his glass to prevent him from looking like an idiot. Soon he heard a whispered, "is this seat taken?" "Nn nnno! Please do sit down. There isn't anyone sitting there," Jim heard himself fumble through the words. Damn, why did he sound like such a fool. The red dressed lady eased up to the bar and pulled her seat after her. After she was obviously well settled, Jim made half a motion to get up and fix her chair for her. Too late, he thought. "Are you waiting for someone?" she breathed to Jim. Now what was he going to say? The fragrance of her scent captured him, and he wanted to tell her that he had been waiting for her ever since the doctor first slapped his ass, forty-three years ago. He gagged on his words slightly, and then his mind snapped back to his intended purpose. He almost felt guilty that he was even thinking of this new lady, and he said, "Yes. I,m waiting for a friend." She rolled her shoulders once again and asked, "What is your friend's name Jim?" "Her name is...but... How did you know my name was Jim?" he returned, and then it began to sink in. "You can't be Marilyn!" He stuttered. Her smile grew to a full blown show of pearl delight. "When I left the house my name was Marilyn," she stated emphatically. "You're probably wondering what I was doing with that man that was sitting next to me. That was my cousin. I have to confess that I asked him to stop and have a drink with me so I would have a way out if you turned out to be a wild looking, sex-crazed maniac." Jim chuckled and nodded his head in a knowing way. "Well then, I have to assume that my looks didn't scare you too much." Her eyes diverted to the rim of the glass that the bartender brought over for her in a somewhat embarrassed fashion. "I'm sorry. I just never did anything like this before and didn't know what to expect." "No apologies necessary. If you were my cousin, I wouldn't want you to take any chances either. I'm glad you used your head, but you still don't know whether I'm a nut case or not," Jim of- fered. "Now that I have seen you, and I couple that with all of the conversations we've had, I feel pretty comfortable. You are a very attractive man. And I know you're a good man. I was just ap- prehensive, and now I'm not," she said softly. " There was music playing softly as they continued to get to know one another better. Suddenly, half way through an explana- tion of the repairs her car had undergone in the past week, she stopped and asked Jim if he would like to dance. Jim readily agreed and they approached the dance floor. As she preceded him, Jim couldn't help but to notice the rise and fall of each but- tock. He felt his manhood stir once again. The red material rose and fell as the ripple of each cheek pushed and pulled at the fabric. Having arrived at the small space offered for dancing, Marilyn turned and opened her arms to receive Jim. He could see her breasts rise to accentuate her cleavage. Her scent continued to arouse him. His hands encircled her lovely body and were blessed by the soft touch. She didn't waste any time getting close to Jim. Her curves melted into his body as they moved to the music. Marilyn pressed her ample breasts against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her pussy against his leg. It seemed as though she was trying to turn him on. Well, whether or not she was trying, it was happening. It became obvious to Marilyn that Jim was getting excited. His cock began to grow thick and long. He felt it pressing against his clothing almost to the point of embarrassment. He was intoxicated with the fact that as his thick cock grew, Marilyn was pressing herself harder against it. His courage grew with this thought, and he allowed his hand to drop to Marilyn's full buttocks. He smoothed the material of her dress and returned to the flesh of her ass to squeeze. As he did, a soft moan escaped Marilyn's lips and her pussy pressed against him once again. Soon the music came to an end, and they were forced to separate. Jim began to show signs of embarrassment as they returned to the bar, and then his pride took over. He hoped that some of the other patrons saw his rock-hard cock as he returned. He was proud of it. Marilyn stopped abruptly as they returned, and Jim ran into her tight ass with his erection. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "I just wanted to make sure that you were still there." After they took their seats Jim indicated that it might be nice if they were able to go someplace that would be a little bit more private. Marilyn agreed. They finished their drinks, and Jim pulled her chair out so they could exit. "The kids are at my mom's, and I would love it if you would come over for a while Jim," Marilyn offered. "Are you sure it won't be any problem?" Jim inquired. Im- mediately he knew that he should have merely said that he would love to. Why would he take a chance like that? She might have re-thought the matter. "No. It's not a problem. I'm anxious to learn more about hypnosis and your adventures. It's pretty obvious that you have become rather proficient at snake charming," she offered with a cute smile as her eyes riveted on the front of his trousers. After assisting Marilyn into her car, Jim got into his and followed her. His mind was racing. He couldn't remember the last time that someone turned him on this much. He could almost see her dress rising over her head as she removed it for his intrud- ing gaze. He thought of her lovely buns, draped with only the sheerest of panties. He envisioned her soft pubic hairs furtively escaping the edge of her sex-soaked panties. He could smell her womanhood as her excitement increased. He wanted to make this woman part of him. Marilyn interrupted his mental adventure as she pulled into a driveway. Christ! He didn't even know which street he was on. His mind had obviously been elsewhere. He felt his heart begin- ning to beat more rapidly as he put his car in park and extin- guished his lights. After a quick check in the mirror to make sure that his hair didn't look like a squirrel he was out of the car and walking behind this lovely creature. She fitted the key into the lock and looked back over her shoulder in an inviting manner. Marilyn lowered her coat to a waiting chair and told Jim to make himself at home. "I think a drink would be in order. Why don't you see if you can put some nice music on. The CD's are right next to the player." "You must enjoy classical music. Three quarters of what you have is classical," Jim raised his voice to assure that Marilyn heard him. He selected several pieces, placed them into the CD changer and pushed the play button. Looking around the room, he was gratified to see that Marilyn's taste extended to her lovely furnishings. Soon she returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. "I've always been partial to classical music Jim. I think you'll enjoy this wine. It's kind of hard to come by 'round these parts partner," she teased with a country drawl as she seated herself close to him. "Now how does this hypnosis work that you have talked so much about?" Jim explained that almost anything was possible with the use of hypnosis if the subject had the ability. The ability generally was referred to as somnambulism. Many people were very suggest- ible and could achieve wonderful results through hypnosis. "What kind of results Jim?" was her next question as she moved closer yet to him. He seemed to be trying to formulate an answer but encountered difficulty due to the closeness of her soft ample breasts. "You can be anyone you want. You can be with anyone you want to be with. You can be anywhere you want to be and feel as you wish for as long as you can physically stand it," he explained as his arm encircled her shoulders. "If I wanted to be with you, on a secluded beach, in the hot sun, with gulls overhead and waves lapping at the shore, could you make that happen?" she questioned with interest. "I really can't make anything happen for you Marilyn. You actually make what happens occur. Each of us has the ability, to one degree or another, to hypnotize ourselves. I would only be helping you through the process you don't quite understand," Jim explained. "Let's give it our best shot Jim. I would like to experience the scenario just as I outlined it. I want to be with you. I want it to be great and I want it to last," Marilyn pleaded. Jim took her through various relaxation stages and success- fully helped her to a deep trance state. He indicated to her that they had been marooned on a dessert island and that on a portable radio they heard that a rescue party was two days away from bringing them back to civilization. It would be night time and a nice camp fire had been built. When he snapped his fingers once, it would soon be daylight and the sun would be glorious; they would be totally alone. He gave her the suggestion that they had been attracted to one another during their sea voyage but hadn't the opportunity to connect. He further gave her a suggestion that she hadn't had sex in over six months and that she was absolutely insane with desire. Even if she masturbated she could not quench her thirst for sex. Jim told her that at the count of three she would awaken, find herself on an old boat seat that washed ashore and be a little cold from the night winds blowing off the water. She would experience a desire unlike she ever felt before. Each time she had an orgasm, it would take violent hold of her and last three times longer that she had ever experienced before. Her nipples would be so sensitive that she would shudder with the least touch. When she placed his cock in her mouth she would feel this intense pressure on her clitoris. The deeper she placed his rigi