LOGINThey held me up as I came. They grinned as my sex fluids escaped. Mr. Cameron’s tongue caught what trickled down my legs. He then popped me hard on the ass before smacking it with his swinging cock. Dr. Fallon had been toying with my cunt, jiggling out any leftover juices.Mr. Cameron tossed me onto the bed and spread my legs wide. He buried his face in my twat and disappeared. Evidence of his continued presence was everywhere—in his tongue scooting through my luxurious grooves, in his lips tugging and pinching my fleshy button, and in his hot, heavy breath hovering over my entire erotic region.Dr. Fallon commanded the other end of my body. He started with deep lunges of his tongue down my throat. I reciprocated. Face and neck kisses followed before he moved down to my boobs. My nipples were his initial target. He zoomed in on them like bullseyes. He gnawed on one and then the other, chugging them into his mouth where they slipped and slid around.The room was sile
She went limp just as his load was about to shoot. He pulled out of her ass, turned her around, and pushed her down to her knees. She was in a fog of pleasure, her eyes glazed over in orgasmic delight. He stroked his cock, feeling the load building, and then he exploded. Thick gobs of cum shot out and covered her face. He squeezed out a few more shots onto her tits, which she obligingly held up so he could coat them as well.“Holy shit,” she said, playing with the thick goo on her tits and circling her nipples with it. She started to reach for a Kleenex, but Jake was still hard, so he shoved his cock back into her mouth.“There’s a little left, Kristi. If you could suck it dry, that would be fantastic.”She mewled and started sucking again, very slowly, until he finally pushed her away. He was starting to go limp. His cock popped out of her mouth like a lollipop.Kristi smiled up at him, cum covering most of her cheeks and lips. “That was fantastic, Jake. I have never had an orgasm th
It was Christmas Eve, and the office was almost empty. Jake was counting down the minutes until he could leave for his four-day weekend. His phone rang, startling him. He cursed under his breath. It was only about an hour before he could leave, and if he took another support call, he might have to stay late. His attitude changed quickly, however, when he saw on the caller ID that it was Kristi, the smoking-hot executive assistant. At least he would get some eye candy out of it.He walked across the street—their offices were in two separate buildings—and up to the back of the building where her office was. It was even deader here. The executives tended to take the whole week off, leaving their work with Kristi.Jake knocked lightly on the office door.“Come in,” she said. Her voice sounded weak.He stepped inside. Kristi was five-foot-nine with long brown hair framing a sultry face and a thin but well-filled-out body. Her best features were her large breasts, which he would conservativ
Soon enough, it started to feel like good sex—even though I couldn’t exactly describe what good sex was yet. I just knew we were having sex and it felt incredible. The bliss was beginning to transport me again. I had to remind myself not to get too lost in the moment. Every instant of this brand-new and extraordinary sensation deserved its due.“Oh my God,” I muttered. I squirmed as his deeper penetration proved a little too much for my tight little pussy.“Do you want me to stop? Do you like it? Tell me what’s going on.”“I like it. I do. It’s just that you have a really big dick.”“But do you like it?” he asked again as he pumped just a tad harder.“Yes,” I whispered.“And you want me to keep going?” he questioned while adding churning motions to his pumping.“Yes,” I whispered again as I started reeling from the effects of his new maneuver.“Yes, what?” He required specifics as he increased his pace and intensity.“Yes, I like it. Yes, keep going. Yes!” I belted out. “Oh God, you a
Though I thought I was ready, I was relieved when he aimed his face at my snatch instead of his pulsating pecker. I clutched the sheets as his wet tongue approached my impatient pearl. His dry finger had been stimulating, so I knew this was going to be out of this world. His first lick was heaven delivered by tongue. I felt like I had died a beautiful death.I was circling above, peering down at this handsome older man devouring my remains. Yet somehow his foraging was also bringing about new life. Perhaps I hadn’t died and gone to heaven. This euphoric bliss was the result of Dr. Fallon’s very alive tongue having its way with me. I was back in the moment, being served this oral miracle right here on earth.Each swipe across my clit was a new threat to my sanity. When Dr. Fallon used his tongue to scoop my clit into his mouth, I shrieked so loudly that it startled him. I blushed with embarrassment. He smiled at me and encouraged me to scream, kick, or even scratch if necessary. He rea
“I’m going to leave through the front door and come back through the side, just in case some nosy neighbor is watching.” Not only was he hot and sexy, but brilliant and considerate. I hoped he was just as careful in his lovemaking. I was so excited I could have leaped to the ceiling. He put his dick back in his pants, and I escorted him to the front door, loudly thanking him for any listening ears. Ten minutes later, we were headed to the guest bedroom.I was more nervous than I had ever been in my entire life. I started walking slowly. I was scared—not because I had changed my mind, but because I felt like a fish out of water. I didn’t know what to do or say, and I didn’t feel sexy at all. I was still horny, though, and I hoped that feeling would take over. I paused just as we reached the bedroom door.“What’s wrong, Charisma? Are you having second thoughts?”“I’m a virgin,” I blurted out. “I’m not having second thoughts. I just don’t want to make a fool of myself.”“Sweetie, this is
If you called her a cougar or whatever hot-to-trot name the kids had come up with these days, Marie was liable to curse you out. She was anything but anybody’s cradle robber. Marie was simply Marie, an older woman who happened to be married to a younger man, and who happened to still have the goods
It couldn’t be. I studied the cover more closely. It absolutely, definitely was him. Those eyes, high cheekbones, broad shoulders. OK, I’d seen him fully clothed and on the cover of His Best Performance he wore only a pair of swimming trunks – tiny, tight, yellow – but I recognised him beyond doubt.
I glanced up from my crossword puzzle as the bell above the shop door tinkled. A man, broad shoulders, bright white smile and wearing black wraparound shades, strode into the warren of dusty shelves and cabinets. He moved with purpose, the material of his jeans hugging the tops of his long thighs an
She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock. Then Gavin’s eyes began to li







