Steamy-Stories

She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, the morning sunshine glisteningbased on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. It was a hot summer night, one where you just can’t get comfortable no matter what you do, or how many fans or air conditioners that you have.  Paige and I have both tossed and turned all night, trying to beat the heat and stay comfortable as we slept.  At about 2 am we both finally drifted off to sleep, both stark naked so we could try to stay as cool as possible.   When I woke up about 6 this morning, I just couldn’t get back to sleep.  I got up and sat on the chair across from our bed and I watched Paige as she slept. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful, the morning sunshine glistening off of her sweat covered body.  Her breasts heaving up and down as the air that she breathes comes into her lungs and is exhaled.  Paige is an incredible looking woman, and seeing her like this is getting me more and more excited.  My hands roam down below and start to caress my ever hardening erection.  As I stare at my lovely girlfriend my hands roam over every inch of my body.  I can feel myself growing even harder, thicker than ever before.  I never knew that watching Paige sleep could be so erotic for me, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her glistening body, I couldn’t keep my hands off of me.  I watched her as she lay on her back, stomach dripping in sweat, her chest moving up and down in the fresh morning sun.  Her legs are slightly opened, her pubic hair had a little bit of moisture on it, probably from sweat.  The heat in the bedroom was still quite high, but between my legs, the heat seemed to keep rising and rising higher.   My hands continue to play with myself, stroking and teasing getting closer and closer to that euphoria that you feel right before you finish.  My hands start to move in the same rhythm that her chest is rising and falling, breathe in my hand comes up, almost off of me, exhale, my hand goes down to the base of me.  Getting closer and closer to that feeling, the tingling begins, excitement fills my body, my eyes close, head tilts back and then I feel a warmth come over my erection. Somehow Paige woke up, moved over to where I was and placed me between her warm lips.  Her warm mouth traveling up and down slowly over my excited and sweaty skin, I looked down and saw her smile at me, as she slid down my erection.  There is nothing more sexy that seeing a beautiful woman make eye contact with you as she slides you further into her mouth.  The feeling is getting stronger, that euphoria that I mentioned is making its way closer and closer, my excitement level is growing and growing until I am ready to explode.  Paige can feel how close I am and she continues more fervently trying to get me to finish.  She knows exactly what to do to finish me off, as she takes her mouth off of me and plants tiny little kisses just below my erection as I explode into the warm air.   I relax for a moment in the afterglow of my orgasm as she climbs onto the bed.  She looked so sexy, her body moving very slowly but deliberately, she first climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees.   She slowly slid her body down so that she was face down onto the mattress with her beautiful behind sticking up.  She spread her legs open far enough for me to peek between her legs and see that her fingers were exploring her opening.  I was given this rare opportunity to watch as Paige played with herself.  Gradually her fingers moved faster and faster inside of her, the moisture building and shining off of her fingers as she played.  I was getting that stirring inside of me that I knew I was getting excited again and my erection was coming back to life.  I watched as her fingers spread her open and dive inside, over and over I could see her fingers disappear inside of her.  Paige started to pant and moan, like I have heard many times in the throes of passion between us, but I have never seen her like this, reveling in the feeling that her own fingers can bring her this much excitement.  I begged her to roll over, “let me see all of you.”  She did as I asked and rolled onto her back, she placed a pillow underneath her buns and forced her hips into the air.  I can see ever last inch of her body, it’s still shining from the sweat that bathes her body.  Her fingers are moving in and out of her faster and faster, her right hand is sliding up and around her nipples, playing, squeezing lightly, making them come to life.  My erection is now completely reinstated itself, begging to be somewhere even warmer that the air.  I climbed onto the bed, slowly tracing my tongue up the inside of her legs, up to her knee, just above to her inner thigh, I argue with her fingers as to who is going to be inside of her.  My tongue won, and slid inside of her hot opening, bringing her to a loud moan.  I continued my trail of saliva up to her belly button, then her breasts, first one nipple than the other, swirling my tongue around them, then sucking them into my mouth gently.  When I released them, they were extremely erect, I swirled my tongue around each one again and then I continued my travels up to her neck.  I nuzzled my lips into her neck, kissing gently as I know she loves it like this.  I breathe into her ears, whispering “you are so incredible baby, I want you.”  She looked into my eyes, her eyes full of passion and desire, “I can’t wait for you to take me,” she said breathlessly.  I slid my hands down her body, barely touching her, just enough to give her the chills.  She inhaled deeply as I slid deep inside of her, her body tenses as I continue moving in and out of her, slowly at first, so that we both can feel every inch of each other.  My thrusts start to come more and more quickly, increasing the intensity of both of our impending orgasms.  I can feel that euphoria start to creep into my body, her moans are coming more and more frequently and more and more intense.   I can feel her grip me with her inner muscles, she is so close to finishing I can feel it.  My grunts are becoming more and more forceful, I am getting close, she is getting close.  This orgasm seems to be coming more and more powerful with every thrust, one last thrust as deep as I can go inside of her, as we both finish together in a unison of  moans and grunts.  She grabs a hold of me and trails her fingers up my spine, she kisses me passionately, “good morning baby.” By Fugman for Tumblr.

 John tries to keep his relationship a secret. By seth p. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. John woke the next morning with a start. He popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had he done? He looked around the room. It was empty except for himself and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As John yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he knew in his mind that he had done something very, very wrong last night.He all but ran down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing John had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in the Greene home. John smiled despite himself."Say, 'good morning, Daddy,'" Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal."We need to talk," John said, motioning for Rachel to follow."Sure," Rachel said smiling deeply at him. "You can finish the movie after you eat," she said to the kids as she followed John into the downstairs office.He shut the door behind him, but Rachel spoke first."Kathy called.""She did?" John kept himself calm."Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home.""I...well I was going to ask you but...I mean...it's not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night."Rachel ignored John's comment and kept on going. "Did you know that I don't have school this week?""I didn't know that, but..." John countered. "It doesn't matter.""So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids.""She did?" John was flummoxed."Yes. I already told my mom and she's dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We're all set.""No...I mean, we're not all set." John said."Kathy asked me what we did last night.""What?""You heard me, didn't you?""Yes...what did you tell her?""What do you think I told her?"John shook his head. Rachel wouldn't do that do him.Rachel just laughed."What do you want for breakfast?" Rachel said. She smiled and left the room."I don't want anything," John said to himself. What was he supposed to do now? It was his dream come true and his worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why would he want it to?John decided to skip breakfast. He snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was in tending to the children and then went upstairs to finish his TPS report.He had been shut off in his bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her bags."Hey you," she said coyly. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I'd take a shower.""Thank you," John said. "You really are great with them. They'd still be crying if I was alone here trying to put them down to sleep.""Well you aren't alone. You aren't alone anymore," Rachel said, peeling off her t-shirt."You shouldn't," John protested. "Last night was..." He was unable to finish as she stepped out of her shorts. She was perfect.Rachel just giggled and locked the bedroom door. Her massive tits bounced as she walked towards John. He stood there frozen, his breathe quickening. Rachel changed directing just before she reached him and sauntered into the master bathroom. She looked back, motioning him to follow. John did.Rachel had already started the shower. "I...I'm going downstairs to get some...to..." he stammered."I want you to join me in the shower. Please?" she walked over and kissed him hard on the lips, placing a hand on his crotch at the same time. He was already rock hard. She grabbed his cock firmly through the fabric of his pants.John kissed her back, his hands roaming over her young supple body. Rachel stepped back. "Please?""Why?" he asked."Because I love you silly," Rachel said giggling again. She turned and walked into the shower.John stared after her. Nobody beside his children, had told him that in years. Could she even know what love was? Asking God to forgive him, he pulled off his clothes and entered the shower with Rachel. Last night was bad enough, but at this second in time, he was about to cross the line of no return. Maybe he'd already crossed it last night. It didn't matter.Rachel handed him the body wash and sponge. "I really need you to get my back good," she said turning away from him.John started to lather up her back. Just touching her was sending electric shocks throughout his entire body. He felt like his head was going to explode."Don't forget my ass." She winked at him.John didn't. He couldn't imagine ever forgetting a perfectly round ass like hers. It just wasn't possible. He worked the soap over her shapely ass and thighs and down the back of her legs and then worked his way up the sides of her stomach and reached around to her enormous boobs. Rachel moaned and leaned back against him as he worked his hands over them."It's my turn," Rachel said turning around. John closed his eyes as this beautiful young woman cleaned every last inch of him, paying singular attention to his rigid cock.They made out as the hot water washed away all the soap. It seemed to wash away all of John's doubt and shame as well. They toweled off and then Rachel led John back out onto the bed."Let me take care of this for you," she said dropping to her knees in front of him. "It's so big. You have no idea how full I felt last night. I didn't know I could feel like that.""Oh...it's not that big...I mean..."John stopped talking as Rachel engulfed his member deep into her mouth. She was good. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time. Then she blew his mind as she took him so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. John had never felt anything so good in his life. Kathy certainly wasn't capable of this. Hell, she wouldn't even give him a hand job anymore.John looked down at Rachel and they stared into each other's eyes as she worked her wonderful mouth up and down his shaft. She was drooling around his cock and moaning as she sucked him. John only lasted a few minutes."I'm going to cum," he warned.Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to plead for him to fill her mouth with it. That was all it took, and he started pumping cum between her lips."Ugh...Oh God..."Rachel kept on sucking and swallowing until John started to deflate in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away. "Yummy."John collapsed back onto the bed. "Come here," he commanded.Rachel stood up. "I'm right here.""No. That's not what I mean. Come here. I want your pussy on my face. I'm going to eat you.""Oh!" Rachel exclaimed and then jumped onto the bed, crawling over John's body until her naked sex was right over his face. "No one's ever done that to me before."John pulled her down onto his mouth and started to lick her oozing slit. Rachel moaned and ground herself against John's mouth. "Oh Fuck! Eat me!" she squealed.John pleasured her, licking and sucking on her clit. It had been years since he had done this, and he was going to make the most of it. She was delicious and her body was telling him that he was doing it right."Oh...oh....I'm cumming," she moaned as her body shook in orgasm. John kept licking and sucking her as she came. Rachel kept grinding her pussy against John's mouth. She rolled off of him a few minutes later, breathing heavily.John looked over at her squeezing her hand. "Are you okay?""I couldn't breathe...fuck...that was so intense...that was so good....oohh."They both lay there recovering on the bed, holding hands."I love you," Rachel said and then grabbed some clothes and a small bag of toiletries and ran into the bathroom."Shit," John said to himself, still savoring her taste on his tongue. "She really is delicious."Rachel came out a few minutes later. "It's all yours," she said smiling at him. "I'm going to check on the kids and what I've got in the oven."She was wearing the tightest jeans that John had ever seen. They were a second skin, revealing every inch of her luscious ass and shapely legs. She had on an almost sheer white top with a plunging neckline. John could see her large thick nipples poking against the fabric. Rachel just laughed at him and left the bedroom. John's cock was semi-hard again. He shook his head and walked into the bathroom.John brushed his teeth, got dressed and went downstairs as well. When he got there he could smell a roast that Rachel had in the oven. She knew her way around the kitchen for sure. She was outside playing with the kids again. What was he going to do? Did she really love him? Was he going to leave his wife? What about the kids? She was too young for him!Just then there was a knock on the front door. John was surprised when he opened it up and it was his sister. "Uh...Hi," John said, clearly surprised."Hey John," she said. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?"Of course not, John thought to himself. My braless, barely-legal, illicit lover is out back playing with my children and you want to come in? Instead, John simply said, "yes."John's sister, Wendy, was a few years younger than John and lived in Pennsylvania."What are you doing here?" he asked, just now noticing that she had a suitcase with her."Don't you remember?" She sighed and stared at him. "I told you I was heading out west for the writer's faire and that I'd be stopping by Sunday night. Don't tell me that you forgot?""I...no...I mean yes. I forgot.""Where's Kathy?""Well that's part of the problem. Her sister was in

Good Moaning based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. To be perfectly honest, our sex life has been kind of stale lately. Between work, the kids, and other obligations, by the time we get to go to bed, we are both exhausted and not in the mood to be intimate.One night not too long ago, I kissed Tammy goodnight and went to sleep, she was reading on her phone. We shared the I love yous and I quickly faded out. Several times in the past as Tammy reads her romance books, she'll wake me up for some play time, but that hasn't happened in a while. This one night, I heard something and slowly opened my eyes. As I slowly adjusted to the darkness, I soon noticed that Tammy was playing with her bare nipple and moaning. I did not want to disturb her, she was literally enjoying herself, so I laid still staring at her naked body. She was pinching her nipple tightly and pulling them, stretching her breasts tall. I slowly tilted my head to see her legs wide open and her fingers playing with herself. I could not take my eyes off if her, her fingers, and I was starting to feel my hardness grow. She took her fingers out of her wetness and I watched as she brought them to her lips and inserted them in her mouth. She moaned loudly, letting me know that she thoroughly enjoyed her own excited juices. I stayed still and silent and watched as her hand slid back down and her fingers disappeared back inside of her cunt. They slowly vanished inside of her and she moaned again, and every time she played with her clit, her moans got louder. I watched her as she pleasured herself, her fingers sliding in and out of her, occasionally licking them clean before returning down below. The moans were getting louder and louder and I watched as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feelings that her playful fingers provided. She turned her head towards me and I closed my eyes; a second later I opened my eyes and she was staring at me intently, mouth open as she was about to finish in front of me. With our eyes locked, I watched as she hurdled towards her climax; I heard her fingers sloshing through her wetness, her moans increased in volume and frequency. She was a few strokes from screaming out and I watched her as she tried to keep her eyes open and connected to mine. Just as she hit her explosive finish, her eyes opened and she looked right at me. She looked incredible as her orgasm shook her body uncontrollably. Tammy brought her fingers up and inserted them in her mouth again, this time looking directly at me as she slid her fingers in and out from between her lips. "Ummm," she said as slowly withdrew them from her mouth. "Do you want to taste?" She asked, already knowing my answer would be yes. She licked her fingers and slowly slid her hand down her body, pinched her nipple tightly and then continued tracing her fingers down her body. Once she reached between her legs, her eyes closed briefly as her fingers slid inside her already soaked opening. I watched her move her fingers in and out a few times before bringing them to my lips. I kissed them gently then wrapped my lips around her fingers and pulled them inside my mouth. My tongue swirled around her digits and tasted every drop of her juice that I could. Her eyes watched me intently as she slowly withdrew her fingers. "Ummm, baby, I love the taste of you," I said, "I want more." As I said that, I slid my body out from under the covers and moved down the bed. As soon as my head was near her privates, I could smell her aroma, the scent drew me in. As soon as my tongue touched her upper thigh, she moaned, her heart was already pounding in anticipation And I did not keep her waiting. My tongue slid down her thigh and I tasted her from the source. Her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me deep between her legs. My tongue slipped inside of her lips as I heard her moan again. I had to fight her grip to raise my head slightly, "mmm, straight from the source!" As I moved back in and my tongue parted her opening and I moved it up and down. I love the feeling of her opening as it makes room for my invading tongue. I went up and down tasting as much of her as I could and then I brought my lips up and surrounded her pleasure button. As soon as my lips surrounded her and started to gently suck, she moaned loudly. She was already approaching her second orgasm, and I wanted to bring it to her. I continued sucking, licking, nibbling on her button until she begged for me to finish her. That is when my tongue slid down and back into her opening, up and down I moved it, then I started pushing it in and out of her. Every few strokes of my tongue, then I would go back to her clit and suck, nibble, lick and suck some more. Her hands grabbed my head and held it tightly as her explosion neared. I swirled my tongue around and then bit down as I heard her intense moan indicating that she was coming again. I held her firmly as more juices flowed from her sweet opening. When she finally calmed down and released her death grip on my head, I licked her up and down again, coating my tongue and face with her juice for the second time. She pulled me by the head until I kissed her, she swirled her tongue inside my mouth tasting her flavor once again. Tammy felt my erection poking into her as we kissed and she reached for my underwear. Seconds later, my ass was bare and her hands were pulling me inside of her. The excessive lubrication down below had me sinking deep with very little effort. Once I was fully inside of her, she held me tight and ground her hips against mine. She was still pleasuring herself and I needed to take over and do the pleasuring. I lifted my hips, until only the very tip of me remained inside, I used my hand and slid my hardness against her seam, sliding up and down but not entering her. She moaned again, the angle I was hitting her pelvis was causing every up stroke to hit her already overly sensitive clit. Back and forth between full penetration and sliding up and down her seam had her ready to come unglued. But I love hearing her moans, I love hearing her being fully pleasured and know that I am in control. I was coated in a lot of her wetness so it made it really easy to slide back and forth, in and out, up and down until she was rapidly approaching her third climax for the night. I stayed inside of her and ground my hips, moving my erection around inside, hitting everywhere that I could reach until I knew she was about to go over the edge. Then I plowed hard and fast inside of her, she moaned louder and she held on to my hips feeling me thrust deep and hard. She was getting closer and closer and I knew it would not be much longer before she was cumming again. I felt her hands move to my bare ass and I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my cheeks. She dug her fingernails into my backside and she held me in place, buried deep inside of her. She moved her hips back and forth until she moaned again. Her body shook violently as waves of pleasure ran through her body again. Her body quivering was vibrating my hardness still buried inside of her, I felt a sharp pain on my bare butt cheeks, it was Tammy, digging her nails in deep so that I would not move until she was done with me. The sharp pain in my backside conflicted with the pleasure that my erection was experiencing as her body was stroking me inside, almost milking me for my seed. After she started to come down from her orgasm, she released my ass cheeks and told me, "let me taste me on you, lay down, it's my turn to please you." I did as I was told and rolled over, standing tall and proud. She rolled over and I watched as she locked eye contact with me and licked the head, swirling her tongue around to hit ever side, and the little hole on the top. She licked all around, didn't let one spot get ignored, "Ummm, you taste so good with me on you." My head fell back and I lost eye contact with her as she went up and down surrounding my tool with her mouth, lips, tongue, hand stroking me, she was working me, and working me well. It was like she was wanting me to finish quickly. Her mouth moved up and down, her tongue swirled over my head, back and forth on the very tip, coating me with her saliva as it mixed with my excitement starting to ooze from me. I grabbed her by the hair and held on as she was definitely taking control, I knew what she wanted, but I wasn't ready to give in just yet. I fought the urges to explode down her throat, but she was really ramping up the intensity. I was really fighting back but I knew I was fighting a losing battle, I knew it was only a matter of time before she drained me of every last drop. I thought I had it handled, I was thinking of anything I could so that I wasn't concentrating on what she was doing to me, but as soon as I felt her fingers play with my testicles, I knew it was coming quickly. She teased the underside and squeezed them, but as soon as she looked up at me and I made eye contact with her, she grinned around my tool in her mouth and nodded to me that it was time. That was all it took, with a moan and a groan, I filled her mouth with everything in me. She played with my jewels as she drank down every last drop, "Umm," she moaned around my tool. Causing vibrations around my shooting appendage, the feeling was too much to take as I held her head in place and moved my hips back and forth. I could barely think about anything but her mouth still surrounding me, drinking and using me as her straw to get to the very last bit of my special shake. When I was finally drained of everything, she raised her head and licked me from the top to my jewels, making sure that she got it all, and she smiled up at me, "Umm, straight from the source." We giggled and cuddled until we fell back to sleep, saying our I love yous before drifting off again, both completely satisfied. By Fugman for Tumblr.

The Busty Young Babysitter: Part 1 Young Rachel wants John to know what he’s missing, in his cold dark marriage. By seth p. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Rachel was just pulling her coat on when John came down the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash. “Thank you, Mr. Greene.” Rachel smiled in gratitude. “You’re welcome,” he replied. “You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you.” “Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they’re my own. I would do anything for you guys.”Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting John’s gaze. For his part, John was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Rachel’s exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? John was glad that she wasn’t meeting his gaze. He was embarrassed at his lack of self-control. “Okay…I guess we’ll see you on Saturday then.” He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and not saying anything? “Yes. I’ll be here at six p.m,” She managed to meet his eyes. “Bye, Mr. Greene.” She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. Do all the high school seniors in Denver dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. John stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs. “Coming, honey,” he said. “Just turning out the lights and locking up down here.” John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head. John’s wife, Kathy, was from a wealthy family. They dated as seniors in college and got married 2 weeks after they both finished their degrees.  Babies came soon after, but Kathy hated the idea of not pursuing her own career. John loved fatherhood and spent evenings & weekends trying to make up for what Kathy wasn’t giving them. The following week progressed at a snail’s pace, but Saturday arrived at last. John’s wife had tickets to the opera and although John couldn’t think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate. It was bad enough that she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that John wanted to go to, but she expected him to attend all of her highbrow events. The doorbell rang and John ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn’t have worn a tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it. “H…uh…” John stammered. He started to shake and cough. Rachel giggled. “Can I come in?” “Yes!” he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I’m exhausted.“ He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him. "It's okay, Mr. Greene.” She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the back yard to greet her. John went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife’s benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him? His wife was already out the door as John turned to give Rachel her final instructions. “We’ll be back after eleven sometime. Is that okay?” “Of course,” Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. “Um…would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn’t running and my mom gave me a ride over here.” “Yes. That would be fine.” John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house. The opera was every bit as boring as John imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time she smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d had a conversation that didn’t entail her bitching at him for something. He had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn’t all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn’t do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn’t open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts. At last the show was over. “That was an excellent performance, don’t you think?” his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. “Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to.” John thought it better to keep his thoughts to himself, and they drove home in silence. Why did she have to throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Kathy that he had to give Rachel a ride home. Kathy snorted and then told him that he better not forget to pay her and not to wake her up when he got back. She grabbed her coat and went into the house in front of him, said a quick good-night and thank you to Rachel and disappeared up the stairs. John followed her in the door, fished some cash out of his pocket and handed it to Rachel. She was just slipping on her flip-flops and smiling at him. She wasn’t wearing her cardigan. “How were the kids?” “They were perfect angels, just like always.” “No problems?” “Of course not, Mr. Greene,” she said. “They love me and you know that I love them.” John thought that an odd response. “Well…you know we both adore you and thank you for watching them. Kathy was exhausted or she would have told you herself.” “Oh, there’s no need to apologize for her, Mr. Greene,” Rachel answered. That was another strange response. John was tired, though and didn’t let his mind linger on it. “Are you ready?” “Oh, yes. I’m totally ready.” Rachel grinned at him. John tried not to stare. Was she thrusting her chest out further on purpose? Her flat stomach was showing between the bottom of her shirt and her tight pants. John wondered if she was ever able to tuck her shirts in. John looked away and opened the door letting Rachel exit first. They got in the car and John started the long drive to Rachel’s house. She had been their babysitter for the past three years and that first year, Kathy and John took turns driving her home. It was a beautiful spring night for a drive to Rachel’s home in the foothills, outside Denver. It had been awhile since John had been alone in the car with her and he was having trouble finding something to say. Rachel saved him the trouble. “How was the opera Mr. Greene?” John could feel her gaze on him. “Oh it was fine,” he lied. “Well, Kathy enjoyed it a lot more than I did.” “I bet,” Rachel replied. “I’m sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert.” “How…really…you like the Foo Fighters?” he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands. “Yes. I love both of them, and I know you do too. You’re really funny.” “I try,” John replied, feeling out of some kind of loop. “I was looking through your CDs on the stereo,” Rachel finished, laughing. “You always get nervous around me.” There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don’t talk about openly. “Don’t say that. I…I don’t,” John fumbled over his words. Who was the adult here? “I’m just kidding with you. You’re turning all red by the way,” she replied. John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel’s house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John’s car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop. John’s heart was racing. He reached across to grab Rachel’s arm and accidentally brushed one of her enormous boobs. “Oh, my fucking God!” she exclaimed, breathing hard and looking over at John. “Are you okay?” he asked, staring into her big blue eyes. “Yes,” Rachel mouthed, without making a sound, staring back so hard at John that it almost hurt him to turn away. John’s eyes drifted down to Rachel’s heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing. “We’re okay,” John said, lifting his gaze back to her eyes. He squeezed her hand a little too hard. “We’re okay,” he said again. Rachel nodded and squeezed back. Her little hand felt so warm and her skin felt electric against his. John pulled his hands away as if they were burned. “Let’s see if I can get us out of here.” He looked away from her, placing all of his concentration onto restarting the car. John was certain that if he had kept gazing into Rachel’s eyes and squeezing her hands, he would have leaned over and kissed her, or more. John got the car started and back on the road, resuming the trip. He found himself driving insanely fast even after their little mishap. “Please, slow down,” Rachel requested timi

I met My wife at the Country Club that I manageForeplaybased on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.I met My wife at the Country Club that I manage, she is a regular golfer and a very beautiful lady. When we were dating, we must have made love in about every imaginable place at the Club, I mean we did it in the pool, hot tub, sauna, tennis court, bar, my office, everywhere we could think of. This lasted pretty much through our wedding day, which was an exciting event to say the least. Of course, we had the ceremony and reception here, where else could you think of that would be so apropos. The next day we went into the club to play a round before we went on our honeymoon, all was going well, I was shooting pretty good, until the seventh hole.The seventh hole, doglegs to the right, with a row of trees in the middle. Gwen hit the ball and it headed for the trees, she laughed at her misfortune and we began to go after for her ball. When we entered the wooded area together it was for nothing more than to retrieve her golf ball, what happened in those woods is something more than that. Once inside the woods, Gwen became playful, okay a tease, flashing her seductive smile, winking, licking her finger, okay so I understood just exactly what she had in mind. Gwen’s adventurous side has always sparked my interest and kept things lively in our sex life, and this time was no exception. I was up for anything as far as Gwen went, She playfully moved her hand across her soft smooth legs, playing with the hem of her skirt, which she kept lifting a little higher each time her hand came into contact with the fabric.   She kept her eyes fixed on mine as she brought her hands up to her shirt and lifted it above her head.  I never thought sports bras were sexy until, I saw her cleavage moist from the sweat of the past six holes of golf.  I could feel the excitement growing in front of me, and apparently Gwen noticed as well, she lifted her sports bra over her head and dropped it neatly on top of her discarded shirt.  Her chest bared for my enjoyment once again, the sweat off of her breasts glistened off the invading sunlight escaping into our sexy rendezvous.   I couldn’t be a spectator anymore, I needed to play a few more holes, on her course.  I slowly made my way over to Gwen who was slowly moving, twirling around to an imaginary song, especially played for her strip tease.  When she had her back turned to me, I approached her and embraced her from behind, trailing my tickling fingers up her sides and nuzzling her neck.  I moved her dirty blond hair away and planted a strong kiss on her shoulder.  I could feel her start to lean back into me, and then I slid my hands around to her heaving chest, teasing her nipples, pinching them with my fingers.  Gwen has always had extremely sensitive nipples and I knew what this would do to her, I could hear her breathing start to deepen sharply.  Her hands moved their way around her and grabbed the sides of my thighs, she gripped them and panted, “Oh, I love it when you do that.”  I have to admit, I love it when she is under my control, when I could make her pant, and I can make her beg for more, it’s quite a thrill for me to know that I can make her squirm when and only when I want to.  I dropped my hands to her sides and slowly slid my hands down her hips, taking her skirt along with them, exposing her bare ass to me.  I have always enjoyed rubbing my hands along her backside, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of dropping a finger between her cheeks.  “oh yeah, that’s it, make me want it.”  I knew what she wanted, but today as my wife, she was going to be under my control, I was going to dictate the pace.  My fingers slowly slid around her backside, occasionally dropping in between her cheeks, probing for anything they could find.     If you listened to Gwen’s breathing, you could tell exactly when my fingers found something that she liked, I could hear the excitement building inside of her as I’m sure she could feel my excitement poking into her back.  She spun around and said, “it’s not fair, I’m naked and you are not, we have to change this.”  She dropped to her knees and began frantically undoing my belt, grasping for me like she has never before been afforded such luxury.  When she finally removed my pants from me, and I stood in all of my glory, she smiled up at me, licked her lips and then gave my erection a little kiss.  I thought that her breathing deepened sharply, but that was me, and I almost lost my balance when she drove her mouth around me.   I love the feel of her lips surrounding me down below, her warm mouth, her saliva flowing over my most excitable piece of my anatomy.  Gwen changed her pace several times as I had to grab for a tree to lean on as she continued her assault on me.  She licked me, she kissed me and she sucked on me, and she knew exactly how to keep me close without going over, she knew how fast to go, what to do and when to stop.  “Hey, why did you stop?” I questioned.  “Did you hear that?”  “What?”  “I heard a tree branch snap, are you sure you didn’t hear it?”  “I’m positive, don’t stop.”  She leaned back on top of her clothes and she grabbed my hand and brought me on top of her.  I kissed her mouth and then started my tour of her entire body, my lips explored her shoulder, down to her breasts, taking time to explore all of her sights.  I slowly traced my tongue around her nipples and then bit down gently on each one.  I then traveled down further to her flat tummy and her trembling belly button.  I felt her quiver as my mouth and tongue explored her every curve.  Every agonizing inch that my tongue traveled down between her legs, I could feel her body tense and release.  When I approached her lips down below, she grabbed the back of my head with her hands, mingling into my hair and encouraging me to delve deeper.  My tongue reached as far as it could, tasting her sweet nectar, and tickling her insides.  I flicked my tongue a couple of times to let her know that I meant business and then I continued until she was ready to rip my hair out by the roots.  I knew that she was approaching the point of no return and just as she had stopped earlier with some lame excuse that she heard something, I too stopped dead in my tracks.  “Did you hear that?” I questioned.  “I don’t care let them watch us, just get inside of me now please!”  I had to agree with her logic and I rose up slightly until our lips met once again and she tasted her own juices dripping off my tongue.   I slid inside of her quite gracefully, moving ever so slightly inside deeper and deeper until our pelvic bones came in contact with each other.  We stayed like that for a moment and then started to move slowly at first but increasing the speed with each thrust of my loins.  She locked her eyes on mine and I could see the passion inside of her, begging for me to please her again and again.  My intensity grew with each thrust, moving harder and harder, slowly increasing the speed to gain more depth with every thrust.  Her panting quickened as she closed her passion starved eyes and started to quiver with each stroke more and more.  I could tell that she was approaching the end and I knew that I was also coming around to my finish as well.  She tighten her muscles around me and grabbed me tight and close to her as she screamed into my ear.  I exploded shortly after her as we enjoyed a sudden surge of energy drain out of our bodies.  We stayed together for only a moment when we heard another twig snap nearby, as both our attentions were drawn to the entrance to the woods, we saw a young couple scurry off to finish their round of golf.  When we finally redressed ourselves and finished the course, we were surprised to have drinks waiting for us at the clubhouse.  A sexy young couple approached us and said “Hi, I’m Mark and this is Tammy, we saw your little display today and we were wondering how often you play this course.”  Gwen blushed and said “as often as we can, thank you for the drinks, maybe someday we will see you play the course.”  They smiled a knowing smile and made their way out of the bar.  “I wonder if they will make it home first, or do you think they will have to stop somewhere?”  Gwen smirked and took a sip of her drink as we got ready to leave the bar for the night.  We left for our honeymoon the very next day and we fantasized about meeting up with Mark and Tammy on the course someday, maybe on the seventh. By Fugman for Tumblr.

Opening up to, and opened by, her tutor. By IAmJohnGalt1. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life’s twists and turns are never what one expects. When I decided to tutor young students in history, I thought I was just doing something good – for the youth, and for myself. After several years of working at a Big Law firm, I decided I needed to do something that didn’t involve poring over legal documents and old case law. I’d always loved and thrived in history, which was my major in undergrad, and I’d always pestered my professors with questions about legal history during my years at Harvard Law. Teaching wouldn’t pay the bills, hence my pivot towards courtrooms and boardrooms, but it was something I thought would be a nice post-retirement gig. Many of my teachers in high school were former attorneys, which was quite common at Michelle’s upscale preparatory school in Manhattan. Michelle. One of those timeless, elegant names. The Beatles even used it for a song, though I don’t think Lennon had a young, Asian girl in mind when he wrote it. Her family had been referred to me by a colleague, and over the course of her senior year I’d taken her from a struggling student to a pretty good scholar of history. She was no Ron Chernow, but she could at least articulate a good analysis of social movements in Victorian England. When Michelle and I first met, I was struck by her beauty, but I wasn’t necessarily attracted to her. She was tall and thin, but with a shapely form. Think of a swimsuit model. I think it was the fact that her mother was white while her father was Chinese-American. Michelle was a social butterfly, most definitely one of the “it” girls at her school. She seemed to have it all, or at least all that high schoolers cared about: good looks, pretty good grades, money, nice clothes. Lots of nice clothes. Michelle was something of an influencer; she wasn’t going to be on The Today Show any time soon, but she had a healthy following of fellow preppy cool NYC kids. Vacations in the Hamptons, dining out with friends at the trendiest restaurants. If you grew up in the area, you knew the type. Although she would have been content to live that life forever, and her parents’ money could certainly ensure that, her parents’ values wouldn’t entertain it. When the son of Chinese immigrants and a woman who went from her dad’s small-town Ohio hardware store to a director’s corner office at a major investment bank raise a kid, you better believe they’ll expect that kid to at least get a degree. Despite her seeming disinterest in academics, she was actually pretty smart; “just needs to apply herself more” was a common critique in her report cards. I guess I felt like somewhat of a kindred spirit in that regard; I’d only shaped myself up in college. Over the course of the school year, we’d developed a friendly rapport. Our tutoring sessions were pretty open-ended, and towards the end we’d end up talking a lot about life, her plans for the future, etc. I always saw myself as a mentor to Michelle. Which is why what happened one summer day was… unexpected. I was spacing out in my office after a particularly contentious meeting with a corporate client when my phone buzzed. “hey Milo, I hope this isn’t weird but I wanted to know if you were available this weekend” read the grey chat bubble. I wasn’t sure why she was asking me about availability – she’d graduated high school a month before, and was enjoying her last summer before starting at Bowdoin. “hey Michelle, what’s up?” I replied. Over the course of a few texts, she explained that she missed our conversations and she wanted to catch up and maybe talk about college and whatnot. It seemed a bit strange to me because we weren’t necessarily on texting terms. We’d exchange messages just to set up tutoring sessions, but we weren’t chewing the fat over text outside of that. But hey, who understands teenagers? I didn’t have any plans that Saturday and figured it’d be nice to spend some of it guiding the youth. “how about dinner at your place? I know you said you like to cook and I’d love to try something tasty” she responded, with that little emoji licking its lips punctuating the proposal. Now that was out of the ordinary. She wanted to have dinner? A coffee “date” was what I’d had in mind, but her message triggered something in me. Maybe it was the not-so-recent breakup I’d gone through, or pining for the lost days of my own youth, but suddenly I thought it’d be quite nice to have dinner with her. It’d be fun to whip up one of those Italian dishes that’s dead simple to make yet impresses people, and maybe even flirt a bit. A pretty, fit, 18-year-old Asian girl batting her eyelashes at me would be enough of a reward. I agreed and told her to come to my apartment at 7PM that Saturday. She responded “awesome!” and left it at that. I returned to my work and the next few days flew by me. Truly, I figured I would just be entertaining a young ingénue for a couple hours and assuring her that she was, in fact, smart enough for college (a repeated concern of hers during our tutoring sessions). When I answered the door that Saturday evening, I was taken aback. Not for any good reason: Michelle was wearing a smart but modest top, short jean shorts, and wedge sandals. Her hair was done up in a pony, and she had well-applied makeup on as usual. This was her typical outfit. What took me by surprise was how I felt looking at her. Her breasts, probably a 32C, looked like two round mounds of heaven. Scanning down her lithe torso, I arrived at her shapely legs and hips. They looked great – not necessarily muscular, but not lacking in tone (or skintone; she’d clearly been getting her fix of Vitamin D up in the Hamptons). Of course, that all happened in a split second. I greeted her with a warm smile and let her in to my apartment. Taking a deep breath, she exclaimed “oh, something smells good!” There’s nothing like a good spaghetti alla carbonara to tantalize the senses. As the dish was almost ready, I invited her to take a seat at the dining table while I put on the finishing touches. Two modest portions of the Italian classic sat tantalizingly on their plates as I sat down across from Michelle and poured myself a glass of wine. “None for me?” she pouted. “Well, I wasn’t sure whether to offer, after all you’re still a minor,” I chided. Of course, I knew that she drank. She was a recently graduated high schooler about to go off to college. But I still felt a bit uneasy about offering booze to her. After some pleading and puppy eyes, I relented. “Just one glass for you, this isn’t Beach Week” I teased as the cabernet sauvignon flowed into the glass. Taking a sip, she smiled and complimented my taste in wine before swirling it around and admiring the “legs.” How I wished to say something about the much nicer legs sitting across from me. Taking a bite of her food, she let out a loud “mmm” and dug in to her plate. I ate a bit slower, catching myself just mesmerized by this young beauty at my table. I didn’t really know what was happening, but I was looking at Michelle in a way I never had before. She was no longer Michelle the Student, she was Michelle the Hot Young Chick. The cliche stirring in my loins began to fire up. “God, I’m such a slut for pasta!” she exclaimed, stirring me out of my gaze and making me choke a bit on my food. I was not expecting to hear a word like that come out of her mouth, but I quickly saved face and said “hah, yeah, it’s the best isn’t it? I’m the number one ‘thot’ for pasta,” chuckling as I used slang that was probably already outdated. As we ate and chatted, both our inhibitions were loosened by the wine. The conversation gradually turned to college and I asked Michelle what she was most nervous about. “Honestly,. dating.” This surprised me; I expected some nerves over academics, or balancing school with clubs and socializing. “Really? I’m sure a girl like you would have no problem meeting a nice young man.” “I don’t know… I haven’t ever had a boyfriend. And guys don’t ever seem to want to talk to me. They like my friends, but I’ve never even had a guy ask me out.” If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my thirty years, it’s that the most attractive women are often lonelier than you think. Guys are intimidated by smokeshows; they figure a 10 must have a long line of suitors and figure there’s no way they’d have a chance. Anyone will hit on the girl next door, but talking to someone with literal model looks might as well be like trying to talk to God. “I think you’ll be fine, Michelle. You’ve got –” I caught myself briefly, trying to think of a diplomatic way to say it without sounding lecherous. “You’re smart and well-read, you’ve got a charming personality, and you’re an attractive young woman.” “You think so?” “You don’t? Aren’t you an influencer? People don’t follow you for fashion and makeup looks because you’re not pretty, after all.” She blushed and smiled. “That’s true. But guys my age are so obnoxious anyway. They’re so immature. They’re not like you, you know.” My turn to blush a bit. “Well, I’m a lot different than I was at your age, Michelle. I think guys might just be nervous to talk to you because they think you’re out of their league. But you can be the change,” I said somewhat jokingly, “and be the one that asks a guy out”! “Hah! My mom always said a strong woman just goes after what she wants… but you think I’m out of guys’ leagues?” “Well, I don’t really buy into the whole ‘leagues’ thing. That’s a very naive way of looking at things. But I do think guys can be intimidated by a woman who’s smart and pretty.” I poured myself another glass and decided to top her glass off as well. As the wine worked its magic on me, I started to amp up the flirting and banter. I figured it was a bit of harmless fun and would help boost her confidence. Clearing the plates, I told her I’d have dessert out and that we ought to sit on the sofa. She made her way to the

Nothing but an oversized white dress shirt. By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. I have always thought that a woman dressed in nothing but a man’s dress shirt was extremely sexy.  I have always had fantasized about coming home, and seeing my wife in just one of my dress shirts, but I never told anyone of it because I thought that they would think it as silly.  So I kept the thought to myself and just resigned myself to the fact that it would never happen.   On Valentine’s Day, I arrived home and I could not locate my wife, I went to the kitchen, bathroom, living room and even the bedroom calling out to my wife, no answer. I went into my office to drop off some work things and then I was going to call her cell phone from my office.  When I opened the door, my wife was sitting on the top of my desk wearing only my good dress shirt unbuttoned all the way down and my tie.  She looked absolutely stunning, her long brown hair flowed over her shoulders and hung down just right making her look so sexy.  The only words she spoke were “Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you!”  I could barely speak but I manage to muster an “I love you” back.  Carey looked incredible, I just couldn’t get over the fact that I had never told her about this but she just happened to fulfill my fantasy without even knowing about it.  “How did you know that this was my fantasy?”  I asked her.   Carey told me, “I didn’t know, but I had an idea that you would find this sexy.”  I smiled and said “I find it incredibly sexy, I think you are incredibly sexy, I want you so bad right now.”  “Are you sure you are not mad at me for wearing your clothes, I know it is the last clean shirt that you have until we do laundry?”  “How could I be mad at you, when you look so sexy?  Besides I can still wear it tomorrow, I will just never look as good as you do in it.”  She motioned me to come over, I couldn’t wait to get closer to her, I had to kiss her, touch her, hold her, and make love to her.   We shared a very passionate kiss together, she looked up at me with those gorgeous eyes and I was lost in the moment, I couldn’t think about anything but holding her and kissing her.   Our passion was getting more and more intense, her hands started to unbutton my dress shirt.  When she finished unbuttoning my shirt she told me that she wanted to see if I looked as sexy as she did with my shirt unbuttoned.  I had to laugh, “I don’t think anybody could look as sexy as you do right now.”  “Right answer,” she said as she smiled and removed her tie.  Her shirt fell open a little more and I could see that she was not wearing anything underneath.  She reached out to me once again, and drew me close and kissed me once again very passionately.  I couldn’t resist placing my hands inside of her shirt and slowly caressing her.  I felt her tense under my gentle touch and her breathing started to get more shallow.  My hands started to travel from her stomach to her side, up closer to her breasts and then finally to her nipples.   I could tell that she was enjoying my hands traveling around her body.  The passion in her kiss intensified and her hands started to work on the belt buckle on my pants.  I slid my hand down her stomach and let it rest on her upper thigh, I slowly moved my hands higher, closer to that spot that she wants me to go.  When I was only an inch away from that spot, I could feel the heat from her, I could tell that she couldn’t wait for me to continue.  The feel of her soft inner thighs, the warmth between her legs, it was all begging me to continue.  She broke away from my kiss and I felt her hands unzip and pull down my pants, dropping my underwear at the same time.  She grazed against my hardness but moved away, “when you touch me, I will touch you.”  I slid my hand closer and closer to her, every inch that my hands traveled, her hands moved just as far.  When I could feel the tiny hairs above I slid my hands lower and felt the warmth and the moisture from her most intimate of places.  When my hand slid between her thighs, I felt her hands grab a hold of my erection and start sliding up and down on it.  She looked at me and smiled and said, “the more you do, the more I do.”  My fingers dove inside of her , my thumb tracing the outline of her lower lips, as my fingers continued entering her.  Her grip tightened on my hardness as she continued to slid her hand up and down.  I could feel her breath get deeper and deeper as my fingers explored her inside, whenever my pace intensified, hers did as well.  I could feel her getting wetter, getting more excited as I continued to play deep inside of her, I knew she was getting closer and closer to her orgasm.  Her hands slid up and down faster and faster, I was getting harder and harder, I could barely breathe, the smells, the feelings, the excitement.  I don’t know what made me think of it, but I had stopped and removed her shirt, “I don’t want to get anything on it, I do have to wear it tomorrow.”  She laughed and slid my shirt off of her shoulders and exposed herself completely to me.   At that point, I cleared my desk and laid her down on the cold wooden top.  I moved her legs up so that her feet were also touching the top of the desk, she was now open to me.  I kissed my way down her legs moving closer and closer, I could see my wife was getting more and more out of breath.  I could smell her excitement, I could taste her wetness, I reached out with my tongue and she screamed out in orgasm.  I gave her almost a whole second to recover before I started to flick my tongue up and down sliding between her lips.  My tongue slid up and down, taking my time when I reach the top of her lips, where that little piece of skin is, I concentrated on that for a few moments before I moved back down and poked my tongue inside of her.  Her breathing continued to intensify, I knew she was getting close to having another climax.  I took my mouth away from her, pulled her down the desk until her legs were dangling off the desk, I slowly moved towards her, and playfully touched her lips with my erection.  I didn’t slid inside of her, just moved myself up and down until I was coated in her juices.  She begged me to slid inside of her, “I need you baby, please enter me; Now” I couldn’t disobey her, I slowly entered into her as far as I could go, it seemed to take forever until I was buried deep within her.  Once I was all of the way inside of her, I slid out a little ways and then right back in, I would slid out a little more and then right back in.   Each time, I would come out a little further before driving back inside of her.  Every thrust in was moving quicker and quicker, every time I slid myself out, was slower and slower.  I kept up this slow but agonizing pace until I was almost pulling out of her all of the way before I would drive back inside of her with a gasp from her and a grunt from me.   I continued to drive her crazy, she was getting closer and closer, her sharp breathing made her breasts rise and fall, her nipples like little ice caps on top of the fleshy mountains.  Her hair was all over her face, her hands gripping the side of the desk.  I continued to drive myself deep within her until I knew that she was almost ready for another climax, and then I did the unthinkable to her, I stopped moving inside of her.  I slid down her legs and planted my tongue deep inside of her.  Carey gasped and I moved back up her legs and slid my erection back into her.  I moved in and out of her in slow sharp thrusts.  I knew she was getting close again and I stopped, moved my way down her body and slid my tongue inside of her one more time.  I licked her furiously for a moment and then slid back up her body and back inside of her, this time she grabbed a hold of my hips and forced me to finish her off.  I knew that she was almost there, so I continued and quickened the pace.  I could feel her muscles gripping me inside encouraging me to finish inside of her.   She screamed again and I felt the strongest muscles inside of her that I have ever felt before.  She was milking me, waiting for me to explode inside of her, I couldn’t hold back any longer as I gave one last thrust inside of her.  We were both breathing heavy, we were both sweaty, but we hugged each other and shared another passionate kiss.  “I love you Carey, Happy Valentine’s Day.” By Fugman for Tumblr.

The Art of the Deal finds some innovative applications. By DDSECRETS. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Anna was a sophomore at Boston College. She was working toward a degree she no longer wanted to pursue. Her parents both lost their jobs due to the 2020 pandemic and she refused to take out a student loan to pay for her education. Things weren’t exactly going as planned. Anna was no longer able to live on campus. The cost was outrageous and her parents couldn’t afford those living arrangements any longer. It made more sense to find a cheap apartment nearby which also required Anna to get a job.No one was hiring. All the small businesses had been forced to shut down many months ago and never reopened. The restaurants had closed the dining areas and were only doing take out orders. Anna needed a flexible job so she could balance her school work, but there just wasn’t anything out there. She feared she would have to leave school and return home. Anna was out walking with her friend college friend, Lisa, as both girls were looking for a job near their campus apartment. They wandered a little further away from their apartment as they would have liked to. They were walking through an area that had a bad reputation for drugs, crime and was known for its surplus of prostitutes. The girls also walked by a building that seemed a little out of place. It was a nice modern facility. It was clean, enclosed and had a security booth at the entrance and cameras every where they looked. On the second floor of the building there was a sign that said, “Now hiring! Inquire inside” Anna was curious and she told Lisa that she wanted to check the place out. They approached the security booth and asked about the building. “Hey there!” Anna said; “I saw the sign on the second floor and was wondering what this place was.” “It’s a massage therapy office.” The guard said uninterested. “Do you know what they’re hiring for.” “No, that’s a little above me, hun. If you want to check it out I can give you and your friend a pass so you could go inside and see for yourself. clip on these badges and your good to go. There is someone inside that can give you more information.” “We would really appreciate that, thank you.” The girls walked to what appeared to be the main entrance of the building. Anna pulled the door open and the inside foyer was dimly lit with earth tone colors. There was audio coming from all around and it appeared to be sounds of nature. “Is that a running stream I hear?” Anna laughed. “Yeah, it’s all very relaxing.” Said Lisa. Anna saw the woman sitting behind a desk. The girls made their way over to the woman. She was slightly older than they were and she was very attractive. “Hi, can I help you ladies?” “Um, we were just walking by and noticed the sign outside that said you were hiring?” Anna asked. “Yes, we are looking for a new masseuses.” The receptionist told them. “Oh, ok Anna said. We probably shouldn’t be here then.” She laughed. “Why not? The position pays well and you keep all your tips. The hours are flexible and the building is very secure. We accept only the best clientele here.” Lisa looked at Anna unsure of herself. “My parents would kill me if I worked here.” Lisa admitted. “I know. My parents wouldn’t be happy either, but I’d like to hear a little more.” Anna said. “If you want to wait here for me that’s fine, Lisa. But if you decide to leave then please take an Uber home. This area is scary.” “Oh, don’t worry.” The receptionist offered. “I can have security bring you back to your place if you’d like. It’s no problem at all.” Anna perked up; “Yeah that would be great. Lisa, just let them take you back and I’ll be home shortly. There is no reason to sit around here and wait for me.” “Ok, I’ll take the ride.” Lisa responded. “Anna, please text me when you’re leaving so I know when to expect you and make sure security takes you home as well.” “I will and I’ll let you know how it goes.” The two girls hugged, and Lisa walked towards the door. The receptionist announced; “There is a car waiting for you outside. It was Nice meeting you, Lisa.” Lisa waived and exited the building. The receptionist picked up the phone and began talking briefly. “Anna, Maria will be down in a moment to speak with you. She is the manager here.” “Oh, thank you so much.” said Anna with a smile. Anna waited in the lobby looking at a series of ink blots that are hanging on the walls. She has no idea what she is looking at, but that’s probably the point of them being there in the first place. A door opened and a woman in her late 30’s walked through. She is wearing a black skirt and heels. She has long black hair and looks Hispanic. Anna admired the attractive figure as she approached. “Hi Anna, my name is Maria. I’m the manager here. What do you think of the place?” “I love it. It’s so relaxing in here. The ink blots kept my attention while I waiting.” She smiled. “All that the men see are boobs when they look at them. Why don’t you follow me and we will talk in my office?” Maria led Anna through the set of doors. There were a series of doors that followed. There were no windows and everything seemed very discreet. The hallway was dimly lit and easy on the eyes. As Anna continued walking down the hall she noticed that there was an open door. Anna peered in and noticed a young girl cleaning the room. Inside the room was a red masseuse table. It looked very comfortable. There were several shelving units with products on the shelves. There were several red lounge chairs in the room also. On the walls there where silhouette figures of women, that looked erotic. Anna then noticed a young woman come into sight. She had on a black skirt and heels like Maria. She was cleaning the room when she noticed Anna looking at her. The door promptly closed. Maria had led Anna further through the hallway and arrived at her office. She walked through and the same silhouette pictures were handing on Maria’s walls as well. “I noticed the same pictures hanging on one of the rooms as we walked by.” “We like to keep our clients always thinking about women.” Maria said with a smile. “So, you are interested in the position of masseuse? Do you have any experience? Don’t worry if you do not.” “I’d like to know a little more about the position if you don’t mind? I have no experience as a masseuse. I’ve given my boyfriend a massage plenty of times, but I have no formal experience.” “It sounds like you have enough experience to me, honey. We do a little bit more here aside from massages.” “What’s the pay look like?” “Well, that’s completely up to you. Our clients are all very wealthy. I guess it depends on the service you want to offer. The earning potential is only limited by the time you put in and you imagination.” “My imagination?” “Yes, if you are creative and don’t mind going the extra mile for your clients it could be very lucrative. We offer a base pay of $50 and hour. You make your own hours, but once you get going you will be working off your clients schedule and not your own. I’d say it would be pretty easy to make well over 10 thousand dollars a month working on just a few clients a week. Their tip is where you make your money. You keep 100% of the tip.” “Well, how do you make money here, paying out such high hourly rates?” “Like I said, our clients are all very wealthy. They tell us what they want and we give them a price. They always pay. And they pay cash. They do not like paper trails which I’m sure you understand.” “Yeah of course, I get it. So who are these people?” “Well, Anna, they are entreprenuers, politicians, actors, musicians, athletes. Anyone with a large bank account that’s looking for a fabulous, discreet no questions asked experience.” “What do you mean experience? I thought this was an all massage therapy and that type of service?” “It is and whatever else the client wants. If you are only comfortable with massages then I would match you with someone who is just looking for a massage. If you wanted to offer other experiences I would match you up with someone looking for what you’re offering.” “What exactly do you offer here?” “Anna, have you been sexually active with your boyfriend?” “Oh wow, that’s like a real personal question. I guess so. We play around a lot.” “Have you had sex? Given a blowjob? A hand job? Anything like that?” asked Maria. “I’ve given a lot of hand jobs. ” “What about blowjob?” “I gave him one. He came in my mouth and there was so much it almost made me puke.” Anna grimaced as she recalled the experience. “So I take it that you’ve never had sex then? “No, I’m still a virgin.” Anna confided. “How about your ass? Have you ever had anal sex?” “Absolutely not!” Anna asserted. “Well, Anna, you could make a lot of money here if you really wanted to. The gentlemen that come here would pay a lot of money for a girl offering services like you.” “I really need the money, but I don’t think I could do those things with anyone else, but a boyfriend.” “Give it a try dear. Why don’t you start off slowly and see where it goes? I mean, there are people out there that would pay a girl like you to just talked to them. Someone may ask you to take off your panties so they could smell them. These guys call here all the time asking for things that most of us normal people think is just silly, but to people who have the money to do anything they want, there is nothing silly to them. They make it happen. It’s all desire and impulse. ” “Ok,” Anna agreed. “Let’s start off with a massage. They’re going to know I’m not experienced once I start working on them though.” “Well, that’s actually going to be your selling point. You’re only 19 years old. You don’t have much experience with anything and people will flock to that. Your innocence is appealing.” "Let’s do it. When do I start getting paid?” asked Anna. “Right now if your ready. I’ll give you your uniform and once you are dressed you will be on the clock. I’ll be right back with

We've been adventurous in the bedroombased on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew;Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. We've been adventurous in the bedroom before, my wife and I. We've experimented with toys, handcuffs, blindfolds, watching porn together, and all kinds of other fun things. But nothing can compare to the excitement that we both felt not too long ago.A friend of mine once told me that I need to take control and tell her what to do. I dismissed it since my friend was divorced at the time, obviously he's not credible. I haven't given it much thought since it was said years ago, until that day. It was a normal enough Saturday, nothing too special about it, went to the farmers market and out running around. Once we got home though, it was a completely different story. I had already prepared something for when we got home, I laid an outfit for her on the bed as she was getting ready to go this morning. On the bed for when she came home was a note and a package. The package contained a red lace and satin teddy, a matching soft silk robe. And a pair of wrist cuffs. When we walked through the door, I told her there was a present for her in the bedroom, "why don't you go see what it is while I put the food away," I said trying to contain my excitement. I could tell she was a little excited by the fact that she had a present waiting for her. I hoped that the excitement would build once she opened the package, I know the excitement was already building in me as the thoughts were already starting to have an effect down below. I tried to resist the urge to run into the bedroom, nope, I was going to be all business. I walked in and saw her, she was dressed up in the outfit I bought for her. She looked incredible, the red contrasted her somewhat pale skin, the cuffs, still laid on the bed. "I thought that the note was pretty clear," as I picked up the card and read it aloud. "Babe, you are to put everything in this box on, no exceptions, no excuses, you need to do as you are told!" I looked at her and asked her, "why are you not doing as you were told?" She started to say something, "I tried; " I quickly cut her off, "I said no exception, no excuses." I picked up the cuffs and she looked at me. She held her hands out in front of her so that I could put the wrist cuffs on her. As soon as I had her hands secured, I led her to the bed and instructed her to sit down. She did as she was told and sat down in the end of the bed. She looked up at me for her next instruction like a good girl. I commanded that she unbuckled my belt and unzip my pants. Again, she did as she was told. "Good, now keep doing what you are told and I won't need to punish you," I said with a stern voice. Inside I was thoroughly enjoying this new dynamic. "Stroke me," she went to go inside my underwear, "no, I didn't tell you to do that!" She looked up at me, "sorry," she said softly. "What was that? I didn't hear you, did you speak without me telling you to talk?" She just looked at me as her hand moved up and down against my tool. "Lick it," I said. She bent forward and I could feel her hot breath over my erection. I felt her mouth open around my underwear and could barely contain myself. I really wanted her to take control, pull my underwear aside and insert me into her hot mouth. I fought the urge, "good!' "Stop," I commanded, "now stand up," she did as she was told and I unhooked her wrist cuffs. "Take that robe off, I want to see more of you." She opened her robe and let it fall to the floor at her feet. "Nice, do you feel attractive in this outfit?" She nodded her approval. "Good, now sit back down!" Everything I commanded, she did, no hesitation. I thought, I can get used to this. She sat at the end of the bed waiting for her next instruction. Her hands still wearing the cuffs, but they were not attached to each other. I told her, grab my hips and slowly drop my underwear to my knees. As she did my erection hit her in the face. She looked up at me, and I told her, "you can taste just the tip, no swallowing my rod!" She looked disappointed, but did as she was told. Her mouth surrounded just the head, she softly sucked and it was driving me crazy. She continued her soft sucking but I felt her tongue slide up and down the little hole at the very tip. Wow, what a feeling. My hands rested on her head as she pleasured the tip of my hardness. Her hands pulled my ass towards her, and I had to slap her hands. "No, I did not say you can do that, just the tip!" She groaned, but the vibrations it caused around my cock tingled, bringing me closer. I held her head and slowly slid my erection as far into her mouth as I could. Her hands grabbed and pulled at my cheeks, guiding me down her throat. I held her head firmly with me buried down her throat. I let her go long enough for her to get her breath, then I was sliding back down her throat. Over and over inserted myself deep. Her hands groped my ass whenever she was running short of breath, a few seconds later I would release her. The more I slid down her throat, the harder I became. I released her head and told her to get on the bed. She did what she was told and slid up and laid back down on her back. "Spread your legs, I want to see those pretty legs," I said. Again, she did as she was told. My eyes scanned all the way up her bare legs until I got to her center. I could see her lips underneath the fabric, they were glistening with excitement and I had to have a taste. I slid my underwear off the rest of the way and joined her on the bed. My hands slowly traced from her ankles to her knees, gently caressing as they went above the knees moving up to her inner thighs, and all the way to the thin, wet fabric between her legs. My fingers stroked up and down her seam through the fabric. She took a deep breath in and her hands grabbed for my hands, I caught her and re-connected the wrist cuffs around the bed post. Now she was going to stay put, no escape, she is completely at my mercy. I asked, "Now, where was I?" I slid my hands back up her legs, starting at her ankles and moving slower this time. Dragging things out on purpose, torturing her slowly. I knew she wanted my mouth and tongue, but she is going to wait, until I am ready to lick, kiss, suck, bite and whatever I want to do to her. I made sure she watched as I licked my lips, before bending down between her legs. I made sure she felt my breath between her legs, blowing gently on the top of her inner thighs, before planting a kiss on the thin fabric covering her opening. It was a slow, agonizing kiss for her, but I could taste her through the wet fabric. "Ummm, I love your taste." I said before I pushed the thin fabric to the side and she felt my tongue slide up her wet seam. She took a deep breath in and I knew that she approved of what I was doing. My tongue slid inside gently, parting her lips slightly as my tongue forced it's way between the wetness. I licked and slid my tongue deeper inside.so I could taste every drop of her. I watched as her breath quickened and deepened depending on what my tongue did. I did not want her to finish just yet, just come close, so my tongue and my fingers joined forces and brought her right to the edge and then I stopped. She moaned her displeasure with my tactics, but I did not care, I was going to use her body. The reason I bought this particular teddy, is that it ties in front, so as soon as I untied it, her entire chest was now exposed to me. I unhooked her wrist cuffs and sat her up on the bed. I kissed her breast everywhere but her nipples, I avoided them until I softly blew on each one. She inhaled sharply as I slipped my mouth around each nipple and sucked gently. Nibbling on the nub until she cried out in pain. Then I moved to the other one and repeated the process. "Hold them together," I said and she again did as I commanded. I moved up and put my erection between her breasts. "Now open your mouth, I want to feel your tongue as well!" She did what she was instructed and I moved up and down between her breasts. We've never done this and the feeling was incredible. She held them tightly together as I slide between them. Her tongue and mouth wrapping around me on every up stroke. Coating my member in saliva, I moved easier between her luscious breasts. I continued making love to her chest as the feeling of them wrapped around me was making me harder. A couple of times, I held myself in her mouth so she can play a little before I slid back down between her chest. The harder I got, the more she licked and sucked on me. I was getting closer and closer to blowing on her chest, and I didn't want that. I let her rest for a second before I gave her next command, in fact, I think I needed the rest more than she did. We were both near the brink and stopped. Now it was time to get to it, and make her explode. I told her, " lift your knees." When she did what she was told I took her hands and brought them beneath her legs. I connected the cuffs again and she was holding her legs high in the air. I then pushed her on her side and I got behind her. Gently nudging at her entrance with my hardness, she begged me to push it in. I continued to slide back and forth until my erection was as wet with her juices as she was. Then I pushed it in, just the head, that is all she was getting for now. I moved back and forth, just dipping my head in and then taking it out again. She moaned, partially because of excitement, part disappointment and frustration. I started pushing in further and further and faster and faster until I was all of the way inside of her. My pelvis was slapping her ass as I drove as deep inside of her as I could. She moaned louder and louder as she was really getting close to going over the edge again. I was almost there as well, so I stopped, buried deep inside of her. She tried to move so that she could go over the edge, but I held firmly inside of her. Multip

Two pedestrians collide fatefully. by maxicue. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Joe slid through the crowd on the street, not in a hurry, just enjoying it, like it was some kind of game, call it Body Avoidance, a challenge of finding the gaps just large enough to pass through untouched while the bodies continued moving in somewhat predictable ways, though the unpredictable could always happen, adding to the challenge and the fun, that quick burst bypassing the unexpected shift. He loved this game ever since moving to New York, at first when he worked at a copy place in Grand Central Station (nearby where he happened to be sliding through at the moment), especially busy streets around there, especially at rush hours and lunch, and further challenged when he carried heavy packages of copies destined for publishing houses, often pocketing the cab money given to him to walk even farther through more busy streets carrying those burdens. And then when he became busboy and then waiter at the restaurant at Max’s Kansas City, a punk club with the music upstairs and the restaurant where he worked downstairs, sliding through crowds of kids his age on weekend nights. It felt like a kind of dance, especially at the club, even with his own special tempo. This time though, for the first time ever as far as he could recall, he collided with someone who seemed to appear out of nowhere, his height of six and a half feet always helping his vision and his traversing perhaps missing her much smaller frame, at least a foot shorter, probably closer to a foot and a half, but more it seemed like she stepped into the narrow passage he’d found as if on purpose, finding the perfect moment for collision. But of course that would have been impossible, her knowing when to get in his way, when he’d happen to be sliding through at that very moment, unless fate could be considered purposeful. “Asshole,” the young woman growled from the concrete in which his impact sent her, landing on her ass and a hand that prevented something worse like concussion and scraping it for the trouble. With him stopped standing over her, the crowd flowed around the sudden impediment like cattle somehow avoiding stampeding, though less animal and more human since the flow went both ways. He looked down at a blonde waif, skinny and frail, her t shirt and jeans too big for her and looking well past new, the t shirt white with a band logo he was unfamiliar with showing every stain, and there were many, the jeans showing a small right kneecap where the cloth had frayed. The navy peacoat, too warm for the balmy, almost summerlike weather unusual this early in the year, splayed open. “I’m so sorry,” Joe exclaimed, and when his stretched out hand was avoided by her, he insisted, “Let me help you up.” She finally allowed his large hand to take hold of her small slim one aiding her to standing. “I didn’t see you,” he added. “Obviously,” she smirked, adjusting her stuffed and scuffed red backpack on her shoulders. “Hungry?” he asked. “I could eat,” she half smiled. He guided her across the street and to the end of the block where one of the last of the Horn and Hardarts automats existed and put coins into the slots for her tuna sandwich and chips and for his egg salad. He bought her a Coke and he got coffee. She used the toilet there to clean her scrape amongst other things since she took a while, which worried him, thinking she might have run off, but of course she didn’t, having food waiting for her. “I’m Joe,” he told her. “Jenny,” she replied before filling her mouth with a bite of sandwich. They said nothing for a while since she devoured her food, obviously needing it. “Anything else?” he asked. “Maybe a pie? The lemon meringue looked tempting.” “Okay if we share?” he asked. “That’s fine.” “Uhm, are you going to stay?” He looked at her, saw her eyes pooling and she sniffled. “Please?” Her smile nearly broke his heart when she replied, “Nowhere better to be.” “Good. After we eat, let’s get that scrape taken care of.” “Okay.” They stayed, talking over the small empty plate. “Where are you from?” he asked. “The Twin Cities. Minneapolis.” “No shit! Me too!” “No shit!” “No shit. Where?” “Robbinsdale.” “Golden Valley.” “No shit?” “No shit.” The two suburbs were neighbors, Robbinsdale more middle class than Golden Valley, which tended to be more upper middle class, a lot of professionals, doctors, lawyers and professors, his dad being of the latter type. Fate. “You work around here?” she asked, since Joe had dressed up in a jacket and tie, the tie loose around his neck. “I used to,” he told her. “I’m actually applying for jobs presently.” “Presently,” she giggled. “Sorry. I tend to talk like I have a stick up my butt.” “No, it’s cute.” “Glad you think so,” he chuckled. “How’s the job search going?” she asked. “Not great unfortunately. My uncle’s an executive at the William Morris Agency, and I hoped that might help, but I guess he’s against nepotism. It’s possible I’ll get a job in their mail room. I applied at other offices, but I’m making a career change, or hoping to, and have got little experience.” “From what?” she asked. “I used to be a waiter at Max’s Kansas City.” “No shit!” “No shit.” “Why not stay there?” “I needed a change,” he murmured, unconsciously stroking his arm. Jenny sensing Joe’s discomfort regarding the subject wisely ended that line of inquiry. “What’s the William Morris Agency?” she asked instead. “It’s one of the largest talent agencies in America,” he told her. “Cool.” “Yeah. It’s had its perks. Getting turned on to Bowie early because my uncle wrote the contract that signed him. Meeting cool stars at a party at his house upstate. Going to openings like the movie Hair and Apocalypse Now, the last a brand new print and sitting close.” “Is that cool?” she asked. “Pretty cool,” he chuckled. When they left the automat, he told her, “Let’s get you some anti-bacteria for your scrape and Band-Aids. I know a drugstore nearby.” “You don’t have anything at home?” she asked, surprising him. “Um…you sure?” “I’m sure,” she smiled, and he could see those pretty blue eyes pool again. “I can get something on the way,” he decided. “Great!” Since the drugstore was close by, he went there anyway, and while getting the first aid stuff, she waited for him near the counter. “Need any of these?” she blushed, pointing to the rack of condoms. His cock stiffened in his pants while he grabbed a sixpack of lubricated Trojans. She stayed his hand and grabbed a twelve pack instead. “Holy shit,” he thought. Both were blushing while he made the purchase. They walked over to Grand Central and took the subway south to Fourteenth Street close to where he lived. They entered a door between a couple non-descript store fronts and climbed the stairs three floors, Joe unlocking a door on the left at the top. Fortunately none of his roommates were around in the shared area, probably sleeping since they tended to keep vampire hours, and Joe guided Jenny down a hallway, taking a sharp right and, pushing aside a beaded curtain, gestured her through. He had by far the largest bedroom in the three bedroom apartment, a couple large windows unfortunately facing the wall of another building. Unfortunate not for the view, but for the easy access from the roof to the room, the probable path taken when someone broke in and stole his record collection and his typewriter not long before. Or they could have just walked in, because he knew the probable culprit, since he’d seen the junkie just off St. Marks selling his records, a regular at Max’s. “Sorry for the mess,” he apologized, and Joe was a definite slob. “No problem,” she responded. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” “Jenny?” “Mind if I take a shower?” she sniffled. “Not at all. Just a second.” He knelt in front of a small cabinet and grabbed a towel for her. “The red door on the right,” he told her. For some reason they’d painted the bathroom a deep red, including the door, the rest of the apartment with white walls. He cleaned up his place while she showered, neatening the books and papers on the coffee table, the table on which he used to type before losing his typewriter, and tossing clothes into a gunny sack he used to tote down to go to the nearest laundromat a block or so away. She returned carrying her clothes and her bag, wearing the towel with it tucked between her cleavage, more of it than he expected, and when she unceremoniously dropped the towel, she sported perky b cup breasts, all the more substantial looking on her petite frame. She was skinny but fortunately not completely starved, no bones jutting out, her belly youthfully firm with just a hint of convexity, and her full bush, being blonde, seemed less substantial than if it were dark. Her waist curved subtly, neither what some would call child bearing hips, but not boyish either. This was definitely a woman. “Like what you see?” she smiled, turning, and showing him a perfect firm round ass. He also noticed muscled thighs and her arms even had some definition. “Wow,” he said. “You’re definitely in shape.” “Dreams of being a prima ballerina,” she sniffled. He sat on the bed and patted his lap. “Come here.” “You have way too many clothes on,” she sniffled and giggled. “Come here, Jenny,” he said more forcefully. She sat on his lap sideways. He reluctantly kept his hands off her. “Tell me,” he said. “You don’t want to fuck me?” “Of course I do. Tell me.” She sobbed. Only then did he embrace her across her middle, her face ending up against his chest. He could feel the tears wet his shirt. “Tell me,” he repeated. “I…had to,” she choked out. “Had to?” “Your shirt,” she murmured, pulling her head away. “It’s okay,” he insisted, gently pulling her head back. “I auditioned over the years to get into ballet school here, but no takers,” she managed to say. “I wanted to be a ballerina but I guess I’m not good enough.” “Best to know I guess,” Joe tried. “It’s not that. Oh, okay that

Matt took his liberties with my girl.based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. My best friend has been single for a while, his last girlfriend really hurt him bad. And he has been in a funk for a little bit. I'm sure that is a combination of a few things, but I wanted to do something to help him out. My girlfriend Kate, told me we should invite him over for dinner to cheer him up a bit. I thought it was a decent idea, and we invited him over to our place that Saturday night for dinner. I told him not to worry, there will be plenty to eat and drink and I will make up the guest room so he doesn't need to try to drive home to his quiet apartment.Menu planned, shopping done, wine purchased, everything going according to plan at this point. Matt asked what he could bring, and I said, "just an appetite, we have everything planned." Dinner was in the oven and Kate was in the bedroom getting dressed when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said as she was still getting ready. I opened the door and Matt was wearing a dress shirt and pants, holding a bouquet of flowers. "These are for Kate.” Just as he finished his sentence, she emerged from our bedroom, dressed in a black dress that stopped us in our tracks. She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and said, "Hi, Matt, aren't you sweet?" She took the flowers and went into the kitchen tomorrow them in water. We welcomed him in and I poured everyone a drink and we sat down in the living room. Matt thanked us for the invitation and started talking about what he has been up to. I excused myself and went to check on how dinner was coming along. Dinner was just about done, so I set the table, and prepared to take the food out to the dining room. I then went into the living room and informed Kate and Matt that dinner was served. Everybody grabbed their glasses and headed to the dining room where the table was set for a small feast. Matt said, "thank you guys, I haven't really been cooking much for myself lately, so I can't wait to dig in.” My girlfriend grabbed him softly by the hand, "it's our pleasure, I hope you enjoy everything." We enjoyed our meal together and I took the dishes to the kitchen and let them continue talking for a bit while I tidied up a few things. When I returned, the dining room was empty and the lights were off. I found them in the living room sitting on the couch together. I sat down in the chair and joined the conversation. As time went on and the glasses were emptied over and over again, the conversations became more and more personal. I knew that Kate was feeling the alcohol when she asked Matt if he was getting any? He blushed, but answered anyway, "I haven't had any in months." He also said that his last girlfriend would never go down on him because he was so large, it scared her. I could tell that statement interested Kate, and I knew that her curiosity was going to drive her crazy. I'm not a slouch in the size department, and she never had a problem fitting me down her throat, so I kind of wanted to see what would happen. "Babe, you should help him out!" I had a glance shoot back my way telling me, if I thought it was ok, then she would. I refilled everyone's glasses again and sat back down and waited for the fun to start. Matt looked at me for reassurance when he told Kate that he hasn't received a decent blowjob in years. She looked at me again, and I nodded my approval before she rested her hands in Matt's lap. Her hands travelled up his pants until she could feel him. Her eyes opened wide as she felt his hardness start to take shape, and he wasn't lying about his size. Her hands started stroking the front of his pants and he started to stand taller and taller. She repositioned herself to her knees on the couch next to him and she opened his pants up to further inspect his monster. As soon as his pants were opened and his hardness hit the night air, she stroked it up and down. She smiled at me as her hands played with our friend. Up and down my girlfriend's hands worked his member as he laid his head back and enjoyed the feeling of her soft hands bringing him to full rigidity. I spurred the action on and said, "Babe, do you think you can fit him inside your mouth?" Her hands barely fit around the base as she held him firm and started to lick him like a lollipop. I watched as her tongue slid around his head and between the little hole on the end. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and she went down. Only about a third of the way at first, but she continued to work it until he was easing in further down her throat. He moaned his approval and that encouraged her to go down even further. I just sat there and watched as my girlfriend slid his pole deep inside of her mouth and throat, she was able to go completely down and ended taking him completely in her mouth. I was completely proud of her and incredible turned on watching her. She rose up and down as she continued to slide him deep into her mouth. He was moaning loudly as she worked him to perfection. By this time I was opening my pants and stroking myself as I watched her please him, I was a little jealous, but mainly I was getting so excited. I stood up and let my pants fall to the floor, I stepped over to her and unzipped her dress. It fell off her shoulders and revealed more of her to him, not that he would notice, he held her head as she bobbed. He had his eyes closed tightly as she brought him closer and closer to an eruption. He opened his eyes quickly and stated, "oh God, here I come!" He held her head tightly as she took him down completely when he fired his load deep inside of her throat. She moaned as he filled her and he just kept firing. It seemed like it took him forever to finish shooting inside of her gulping mouth. When he finally finished and she slid off of his monster, he said, "sorry, it's been a long time!" By this time she had released her grip on him and had sat up next to him, she smiled as she licked her lips, "don't apologize, you taste yummy." Kate stood up and removed her dress, grabbing my own hardness and rubbing her hand over me. I kissed her neck as her dress fell off her shoulders and revealed that there were no panties. She was nearly trimmed down below and stood there with his eyes travelling over her entire body. He stood up and his hands travelled over her bare skin. Her black bra was the only stitch left on her and I quickly unsnapped her and let that fall to the floor as well. His hands continued to caress her bare skin completely. Now my girlfriend was completely naked in front of us and I noticed that the view has had its effect on his member and he was already standing proud. Her hand stroked him again as his monster came out and stood straight again. He played with her body, caressing her, pinching her nipples, kissing her neck. She loved the attention and the fact that moments ago, she held his huge rod deep down her throat as he filled her up with his sperm. Kate looked at me for an ok to proceed and when she got it, she licked her lips and pulled his hand down between her legs. He stroked her with his fingers and her head went back, I could tell she was already super excited and she wanted to feel his monster deep inside of her. She took her hand off of me and grabbed his hands and forced it deeper between her legs, her mouth opened wide as he slid a finger between her folds. She was controlling his hand, the speed, the depth that his finger disappeared inside of her. I sat back in the chair and continued to stroke myself as the scene unfolded in front of me. I couldn't look away, this was too exciting and I felt the familiar feelings inside that I was soon going to erupt. She leaned against his chest as he expertly worked her into a frenzy with his fingers, she was breathing heavy and I knew she couldn't take much more of this. I watched as her breasts rose and fell more and more rapidly as he had her just about ready. She moaned as she crashed over the edge with his fingers buried inside of her. She rode out her orgasm in front of my eyes as my hand went into overdrive. Kate saw me and knew that I was about to explode, she bent over and took me into her mouth just moments before I lost it. I fired everything I had inside of her hungry mouth as she moaned around me. She sucked everything out and continued until I was starting to become hard again. When she stood up, Matt picked her up and placed her back on the couch, her head resting on the arm, her naked body stretched out, she grabbed Matt by the hand and directed him, "I need to feel you inside of me!" He looked at me for approval and once I nodded, he knelt between her legs. She opened up and helped his monster part her folds and she gasped as he started to slide inside. He took his time, allowing her to acclimate to his size until he was deep inside. He grabbed a hold of her and pulled her waist up until he was buried completely. "Holy shit, he is so deep," was all she said. He stayed motionless for a while before he started to slowly slide out of her, she grabbed his ass and pulled him back in, "not yet, I wanna feel it a little bit longer." He stayed buried inside of her as she moved her hips around, feeling him hit in new places, she was in heaven. She released her grip on his backside as he began sliding in and out of her. He would slide almost all the way out of her and then thrust back in deep as he could go. She closed her eyes and really enjoyed the moments when he was all the way inside. Matt started moving faster and harder as she started to lose control. She was moaning and her breathing became shallow as he worked her body for all he was worth. She opened her eyes and said to me, "he is so deep, it feels so good!" I moved over to her, just above the arm of the couch and I put my own manhood to her lips. She moaned and I slid between her lips. I reached down and found her nipples, I pla

 based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. I know it's a cliché, I know it's the thing of romantic comedies everywhere, but this really happened. My girlfriend Rose and I always like to walk through the park at night after dinner. The only reason tonight was different, was the rain in the forecast. It's our ritual, it's our way of unwinding after a long day, it's our time to be alone, so we decided to go anyway.When we left for our walk, it was only sprinkling, just a misting really. Other than that it was a beautiful moonlit night, not too hot, and the light rain cooled us off. Rose wore a nice white and gray dress, I wore a button-up white business shirt. Little did we know that it was going to downpour and our clothes would become close to transparent. We planned on getting through our walk before the rain started, little did we know that it was going to pour seconds after we got to the park. As we got to the entrance to the park, the skies opened up and coated our bodies in cool rain. We looked at each other and laughed, they was too late to turn back now we were already soaked. Instead, we continued our walk enjoying the feeling of the cool rain on our skin. Rose looked so beautiful, the rain dripping off her face, her hair like she just got out of the shower, and her now soaked dress clung to her body, revealing everything. She looked at me and smiled, as she noticed my shirt was transparent as well, she could see my entire chest, still covered but exposed. We walked a little off of the path and decided to have a little fun in the rain, we danced together. Slowly swaying to the imaginary music in our heads, truly in sync with each other. We kissed and I gave her the old dip at the end of a romantic dance. With her bent over backwards and my arm supporting her, my other hand moved up her belly to her chest. She looked at me as my hand dipped inside of her dress and massaged her breast and pinched her nipple. She smiled at me, "what do you think you are doing?" I said, "look around, the rain has scared everybody inside, we are completely alone in this park, nobody would know." She came back up and kissed me, "ok, just this once, but the clothes stay on; take me like this!" I did not argue as my hand went back inside of her dress, I pinched and played with her nipples until they stuck straight through the thin wet fabric. Then I brought my lips to where the fabric covered her nipples and sucked through the fabric. She softly let out a moan, and I knew this was going to be a night to remember. The rain continued to pour down our faces as we kissed passionately, exploring the inside of each other's mouth with our tongues. Her hands stroked my chest through the fabric of my shirt and my hands pulled at her ass to pull her body close to mine. We made out for a while as our hands roamed over each other. My hands bunched up her dress as more of her legs became visible. Her fingers were at my zipper and lowered it, so her hands could come in to the warmth inside my pants. As I just about rose her dress above her waist, she stopped me, "remember, clothes stay on mister!" I stopped and moved my hands to under the fabric of her dress, dropping the dress around my arms. I could still get at everything, and if there was someone watching, they couldn't see anything inappropriate. She had already fished my erection out of my pants and my head was starting to get wet from the downpour. Her finger rubbed the little hole at the peak and brought shivers down my back. My hands had her panties pushed down and my hands were grabbing at her bare backside. Reaching around to play with her opening. I could not believe that we were doing this in public view. Well, if anyone was outside they couldn't have seen what I was doing. On the other hand, she had me out if my zipper and exposed. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "you are so wet!" Which brought a laugh out of both of us considering the rain has already soaked us both. Of course she was wet! But she knew what I meant, my hand moved up and down her opening, which brought a sigh and a slight moan from her lips. Her hand was jerking on my pole, back and forth. She kissed me passionately and moved to my neck, the. To my ear. She kissed my earlobe and then whispered, "just take me already, fill me with this!" Aa she grabbed tightly to my hardening rod. I spun her around and lifted her dress so I could get to her bare backside. I moved my erection between her cheeks, up and down against her lips until I was coated in her juices. I gripped her by the waist, holding her dress up to not get in the way and I slid inside of her. She moaned as her back arched. I pushed into her again and again, as her muscles contracted to keep me in for a moment, then releasing me to exit, then back in again. We repeated this until we were both extremely turned on. The rain washed over us as we continued our intimate dance. I held her dress up and I brought my hand up to caress her breasts, I opened up the front of her dress, revealing to the whole empty park her excited nipples. I pinched them between my fingers as I slowly drove in and out of her, increasing my speed and depth inside of her. Her moans became louder as we continued. I don't think she cared that her chest was on display, or maybe that was turning her on more. All I know is that it was an incredible feeling to be deep inside of Rose in the middle of a park, during a downpour. I just knew we were both going to get sick afterwards, but I wouldn't change this for the life of me. I was plunging deeper and deeper inside of her as her body squeezed my erection, trying to coax me to explode inside of her. I continued pushing into her, when I looked up and noticed a woman in her 20's staring at us from just beyond the bushes. She was also soaked, like she has been there a while watching and she was not removing her eyes from the action. Between Rose's muscles, the feeling of the rain and the new spectator, I would not last much longer. I fired deep inside of Rose and she moaned as her orgasm hit her seconds later. I made eye contact with our audience and she smiled and hurried off. I started to slide out of Rose's lips, and she held my hips, keeping me inside, "not yet," she said. I did what she wanted and kept myself embedded inside of her until I was soft. I slipped out and we put ourselves away. She took her panties completely off and told me, "here, put these in your pocket for now." I did as I was told and stored her underwear in my wet pants pocket. We made ourselves somewhat presentable as we went back to the main trail and walked to the exit of the park. We were both soaking wet, and still excited from our adventure. I didn't know if I should tell Rose about our visitor or not, or just keep it to myself. I decided not to say anything and as we got to the entrance of the park, she looked at me, kissed me gently and whispered to me, "did you see her too?" I shook my head yes. Rose said, "she lives down the block, I see her all the time." Rose continued, "Maybe next time, we can invite her over for dinner and dessert!" I smiled and we kissed before making our way home to get dried off and continue our fun in a dryer environment. I know it's a cliché, I know it's the thing of romantic comedies everywhere, but this really happened. My girlfriend Rose and I always like to walk through the park at night after dinner. The only reason tonight was different, was the rain in the forecast. It's our ritual, it's our way of unwinding after a long day, it's our time to be alone, so we decided to go anyway. When we left for our walk, it was only sprinkling, just a misting really. Other than that it was a beautiful moonlit night, not too hot, and the light rain cooled us off. Rose wore a nice white and gray dress, I wore a button-up white business shirt. Little did we know that it was going to downpour and our clothes would become close to transparent. We planned on getting through our walk before the rain started, little did we know that it was going to pour seconds after we got to the park. As we got to the entrance to the park, the skies opened up and coated our bodies in cool rain. We looked at each other and laughed, they was too late to turn back now we were already soaked. Instead, we continued our walk enjoying the feeling of the cool rain on our skin. Rose looked so beautiful, the rain dripping off her face, her hair like she just got out of the shower, and her now soaked dress clung to her body, revealing everything. She looked at me and smiled, as she noticed my shirt was transparent as well, she could see my entire chest, still covered but exposed. We walked a little off of the path and decided to have a little fun in the rain, we danced together. Slowly swaying to the imaginary music in our heads, truly in sync with each other. We kissed and I gave her the old dip at the end of a romantic dance. With her bent over backwards and my arm supporting her, my other hand moved up her belly to her chest. She looked at me as my hand dipped inside of her dress and massaged her breast and pinched her nipple. She smiled at me, "what do you think you are doing?" I said, "look around, the rain has scared everybody inside, we are completely alone in this park, nobody would know." She came back up and kissed me, "ok, just this once, but the clothes stay on; take me like this!" I did not argue as my hand went back inside of her dress, I pinched and played with her nipples until they stuck straight through the thin wet fabric. Then I brought my lips to where the fabric covered her nipples and sucked through the fabric. She softly let out a moan, and I knew this was going to be a night to remember. The rain continued to pour down our faces as we kissed passionately, exploring the inside of each other's mouth with our tongues. Her hands stroked my chest through the fab

Giving in gracefully. By Laurel Aspen - Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The red dress should do the trick, thinks Stella; it’s certainly come up trumps before. Why she should have to go to the hassle of dolling herself up is another question altogether. This is the 1990s for goodness sake, For a woman to get taken seriously when building a business is an uphill struggle, trying to organise financing a nightmare. Countless boring ‘interviews’ with stale, pale men who belittle or dismiss her suggestions.Thinking presentation important in this supposedly serious commercial world Stella initially tries prim and proper ensembles to create a respectable impression. Sadly this proves pointless, she can tell by their asinine questions the sexist pigs haven’t bothered to read her profit projections. “Now what would a pretty young thing like you know about…” Because of a first class marketing degree and glowing placement assessments duh! One day, in a rush, Stella dons a skirt a little shorter and tighter than of late and observes the identikit man in a suit continually ogling her bum during their meeting. A loan is swiftly arranged and the penny drops. These middle-aged, mediocre managers aren’t interested in her ideas so Stella might as well play them for fools. She dresses up to the nines, low neckline to reveal a Wonderbra (best invention of the ‘90s?) enhanced cleavage. Flaunts thighs, flashes stocking tops, demeanour a mix of teasing and wide-eyed naivety. Plays down to their expectations, flirts, flatters and cajoles. So easy, so predictable, and of course it works. She can put up with leers, and gropes as long as they advance the funds. Stella makes her confident entrance into yet another office: figure hugging red dress, long auburn hair, a killer combination. Hang on, this isn’t right, where’s the usual old bloke? A handsome - younger than expected - man behind the desk correctly interprets her bemused expression. “You were expecting Mr Mannering, he’s on gardening leave,” explains the new incumbent. “I’m his stand-in, do please take a seat. Max Pemberton, pleased to meet you.” “And judging by your expression, not happy to be here? Stella Mills by the way, but you already know that”. “Well to be truthful I do find this place rather boring,” he responds with a wry smile, “although my employers have booked me into a very pleasant boutique hotel.” Might he be one of these new men she’s read about in the Sunday papers, wonders Stella? Reputed to exist in cities, unseen out here in the sticks. Better not take anything for granted, safer to give the usual performance. Stella flashes a dazzling smile, crosses shapely legs and dangles a high-heeled shoe from her foot. “So you’re a troubleshooter?” “Definitely not,” Max answers emphatically, ‘I usually deal with corporate concerns, just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and got lumbered, not that it’s a burden to encounter you of course.“ I like this woman, thinks Max, feisty, attractive, and goodness those legs, most distracting. The feeling is mutual, Stella, similarly impressed, already detects an emerging spark between them. Arousal is in the air. “This town was voted one of Britain’s best places to live, perhaps I can give you a tour, show you some interesting places?” she suggests archly. Max can certainly think of sites he’d like to see. Get a grip man. “The previous manager’s unorthodox methods involved some very preferential loans to certain cronies, you excepted”, he adds hastily. “Perhaps you’d like to show me the financial projections to support your application?” Oh Mr City Slicker you’re actually quite dishy, and better still taking me seriously, thinks Stella, pushing a sheaf of papers towards him. “I just need a small amount of extra capital…” Twenty minutes later the deal is done, her request approved. “Entirely on its professionally presented merits,” reveals Max. Stella’s genuine expression of delight is however curtailed as he continues. “So your supercharged seduction routine was all for nothing.” “How was I to know?” replies Stella, hotly. “You’re the first male in authority to take me seriously. If some letch getting a hard on secures what my business needs I reckon the end justifies the means.” “In a couple of years computers will make these decisions anyway,” shrugs Max good naturedly, “meanwhile, I take issue with your assumptions about me.” “Do you indeed, because I take issue with why my previous applications were denied.” “Why don’t we take this outside the workplace and discuss it over dinner,” suggests Max, “I could do with some intelligent conversation.” “Are you propositioning me?” “Would you like to be propositioned?” “We’ll see…” “I’ll take that as a date. Say 7pm? Wear the red dress.” Cheek, thinks Stella, but does so anyway: a girl knows when to give in gracefully. A modest amount of food, a generous quantity of wine: conversation kindling a flame, part seduction, part sparring, tiptoeing towards who knows where. “So I’m wrong to complain?” Stella pouts provocatively. “Hardly, but the expectation I’d behave as badly as the rest of my gender is unfair,” answers Max evenly. “Your honour slighted?” “Quite so – I think reparations are in order.” “And how might you go about that?” Stella already suspects she knows. “If you really want to find out go up to my room while I settle the bill, here’s the key,” “You didn’t answer my question,” Stella needs to hear Max say it out loud. He lowers his voice, speaks in in a calm authoritative tone. “I’m going to spank you.” A silence hangs in the air. Almost imperceptibly her breathing quickens. No refusal, no outrage. Without a word she takes the keys and proceeds purposefully out of the restaurant, head high, hips swaying alluringly, controlling her own destiny even in submission. When he enters the room Stella is stood looking out of the window and doesn’t immediately turn to greet him, hands on hips, an implicit challenge. Seizing the initiative Max takes her by the shoulders and spins her round. Head swimming, manicured fingers gripping his upper arms for support Stella responds with a fervent kiss, entranced by his masculinity, his smell, his strength. Being assertive has become exhausting; she’s ready to be led by lust, compelled by this entrancing man. Max’s hands roam eagerly across her body, finally alighting on Stella’s shapely rear. Reluctantly parting from their passionate clinch he steers her towards a small sofa, pulling her unresisting, face down across his lap. A much anticipated unveiling follows, Max raising the hem of her dress to Stella’s trim waist with tantalising slowness to reveal a wonderfully firm and inviting bottom framed by nylons and suspenders. “Very masterful,” Stella observes, jiggling her derriere enticingly, “I hope you can deliver what you promised.” In response Max delicately pulls down her panties and rests his palm on the now fully exposed cheeks, sending a shiver through Stella’s body. “So you think I’m going to let you smack my bare bottom?” she enquires, the faintest tremble in her tone, body drawstring taut and quivering with nervous expectation. Actions speak louder than words. Pining her calves and hands to forestall any struggles Max delivers a prolonged series of ringing slaps to the entire surface of Stella’s unprotected posterior. Oh it stings, it smarts, it hurts so wonderfully, the heat quickly spreading to intimate areas, sending Stella’s innate sensuality into overdrive. An intriguing thought crosses her mind: in charge in the boardroom, compliant in the bedroom; that could work. When Max finally relaxes his hold her obedience is no longer in question, the visual evidence of the spanking’s stimulating affect abundantly clear as Stella unabashedly parts her thighs to reveal the dewy delights at the apex. “Getting very wet and turned down there,” Max observes. “You’re not doing so badly either,” his insistent erection presses hard into her upper leg. “That’s quite enough punishment thank you,” with surprising composure she slides elegantly off his lap, “let’s see what you’ve got to offer me.” Adroitly undoing his trousers Stella gives an inadvertent “Wow!” of admiration as Max’s swollen cock springs free. “I am definitely going cowgirl on that!” Decorously discarding knickers she faces him to enthusiastically straddle the rampant rod. Caught off guard Max blinks entranced as Stella raises her skirt, deftly separates engorged labial folds with brightly painted fingernails and impales her pussy on his pulsating prick. Dominant role temporarily abandoned Max discovers her magnetic sexuality too much to resist. “After such a build up I do hope you’re going to fuck me very thoroughly Mr Manager”, she purrs provocatively. Of course he does. Letting Stella take the lead Max concentrates on liberating her boobs, tonguing and squeezing each nipple in turn to the evident pleasure of the putative entrepreneur enthusiastically riding his cock. Grabs her glowing cheeks while thrusting lustily, Stella crying out at the conflicting sensory signals, catalysts to erotic pleasure. “Take it all and take it deep,’ he urges, lost in the moment. “Oh yes, make me climax,” she gasps, animatedly rocking against his girth, forcing her clitoris forward to achieve fiercer friction. “You want to come? Max senses they’re both on the brink. "Please, please, please,” Stella feels mastered, taken, but thrilling complicit in her own acquiescence. “Don’t stop, it feels so good, do it, do me…” Her thighs shudder and an orgasm engulfs her, Max losing his load at the same time. When at long last she attempts to move the intensity of their coupling has momentarily left Stella shaky and unable to stand. Fortunately there’s no need, Max easily lifts and carries her across to the bed and lays her, arse glowing, pussy leaking, face down. “I’m going to fuck you from behind this time, slow and steady.” Max allows a dramatic pause: “It’s non-negotiable.” Two p

Cleaning Service based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. A couple years ago, I had to attend an out of town wedding.  I booked a small little motel down off the main drag of this rinky dink town that I used to call home.  There was nothing fancy about this place, no turn down service, no mint on the pillow, just a bed and a bathroom.  I paid the older woman at the counter, she handed me the key and off I went, the wedding wasn’t for a couple of days, so I went out on the town, which is a joke, because there is nothing to do around here.  I met up with old friends for a drink and to hang out for a while.  I was in bed by 11pm when the bar closed, I told you, it was a tiny town.  I awoke to a gentle knock on the door, “cleaning” the woman said.  I opened the door and winced from the sunlight, I could barely make out the woman standing at the door.  I told her, “feel free to clean this room, I need to get in the shower.”  “Sir, I can come back,” she stated.  I told her “nonsense, I don’t mind, I will be done in a couple of minutes and then you can clean the bathroom.”  “Okay, if you don’t mind.”  I let her in, and headed off to the shower.  I went about my shower and was just about to turn the water off when I heard the bathroom door open, “Clean towel sir?” I looked out from behind the shower curtain to see this gorgeous woman in maybe her late 20’s, she was dressed in a tank top and jean shorts, she had a trim but not too thin body that had curves in all of the right places.  This was the first time that I could actually see her, and she was really something to look at.  She walked to the shower curtain and held up the towel for me to step out into, “Here you are sir,” she smiled at me.  I stepped out as she handed me the towel.  As she turned to walk away, she grabbed my hand and led me to the main room.  She took the towel from me, and proceeded to dry me off, she started with my hair and travelled down to my chest and dried me with gentle hands and a soft terrycloth towel.  I just looked into her eyes and she had this confident beautiful look in her eyes.  The twinkle of green made me smile and her hands travelling down my naked body, made me erect.  She dragged the towel down my body, all the way to my feet and ankles.  She travelled up, very slowly, to my ever thickening cock.   She tapped the inside of my thigh so that I would spread my legs a little so that she could dry off between them, she travelled up between the insides of my thighs very softly, almost tickling right up to my testicles.  She gave each one a gentle squeeze and looked up at me and smiled for a moment.  Then she dried off my erection, the soft towel against my skin was incredible, she massaged it a moment underneath the towel.   “All dry sir,” she said with a wry smile!  She rose to her feet, and smiled at me, inches from my face as she grabbed my erection with a firm grip, “too bad, I am now wet!”  She kissed me softly and pushed me onto the bed.  My erection stood straight up in front of her, she looked at my boner, then looked at me, smiled and placed her mouth on my tool.  She kissed the helmet, the underside and even my testicles before she plunged it into her mouth.  I was loving her attention and becoming even more hard with every down stroke of her lips.   She kissed and licked and sucked and sucked until I was moving around in intense pleasure, then she moaned with me in her mouth.  The vibrations from her mouth were really intense, the feeling of getting almost to the point of no return was coming quickly, she moaned louder, making things almost inevitable that I was going to finish in her mouth.  She stopped moaning, looked up at me, we made eye contact and she slapped my testicles, the sensation was incredible and I lost control of myself and fired deep into her mouth.  Oh my god, I didn’t expect that.  She took every last drop and swallowed deep, she left my member inside her mouth as she started to moan again.  The vibrations were working as I felt my softness stirring again.  She removed her mouth, slid up next to me and ran her fingers down my stomach, and rested the just below my belly button.  She looked into my eyes and just stared at me.  Wow, just her looking at me was making me want to tear her clothes off and jump on top of her right then and there, but I wanted to enjoy this woman, and everything that she was willing to offer me.  I pushed her gently by the shoulder until she was lying flat on her back, I looked at her, her body, her eyes, her face, her mouth, this was truly a great looking woman.   She grabbed the back of my neck and brought me closer to her, I could feel the urgency in her, pulling me close.  I thought she wanted me to kiss her, but at the last second, she pushed my head down to her tank top covered chest, her cleavage staring me in the face, I pulled the fabric down enough to realize there was no bra.  I started to kiss her bared flesh gently and soft becoming more and more passionate with my kisses.  I pause long enough for my hands to bare her nipples, they were pert and sticking straight up, just begging for my lips to surround them.  I planted tiny kisses all around them, slowly approaching her stiff nipples.  I opened my mouth, and surrounded her nipple, not close enough for her to feel my lips on them, just around them, I drew my mouth in tighter as my lips closed around her, until my lips only touched these hard little nubs standing at attention.  I slid my tongue around and around her nipple as I heard a soft moan escape from her lips.  My hand travelled down to her stomach as I approached her other nipple.  I rested my hand just above her shorts as I teased and played with her nipple in my mouth.  I heard another moan and my hand slipped down between her thighs, I watched as her chest started to breathe more rapidly and my hand slid between her stomach and her shorts.  I glanced up at her and her head was back, enjoying the sensations that I was causing, my hand was now inside her shorts, and because there was no underwear slid right between her lips.  She was right, she was soaked!  My hand slid in between her lips and she moaned, enjoying the attention that my fingers provided as they probed slowly.  My hand continued to massage and slid deeper and deeper inside of her, I watched as she arched her back and grabbed at her own chest.  She was enjoying my touch and reveling in the beauty of it all.  Her hands slid down her breasts, and pushed my hand out of the way so that she could remove her shorts, she then removed her top, spread her arms out and opened her legs for me.  “Whatever you want to do, as long as you do it now.”  She put a condom between her lips and went down on my erection, covering me in safe sex.  I have never had anyone put a condom on for me, let alone with their mouth.  It was an incredible turn on.  She pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me, her moistness down below begging to have me inside of her.  I slid in gracefully as she dropped herself on to my rod.  She moaned the minute I was all the way inside of her, she didn’t move her hips, her legs or any other body part, she just squeezed me down below over and over.   When she did start to move her hips, it was slow at first, enough so that I could feel every last inch of her as I slowly disappeared inside of her.  She moved her hips up and on every down stroke she slid forward and back, as she continued to pick up the pace.  My erection was throbbing inside of her as she continued her assault on my manhood.  Up, down, forward, back, then she would stop moving her hips and just flex the muscles she had holding my stiff cock.  I decided that she needed me to take charge and I flipped her over onto her back.  I penetrated her as far as I could and then I raised her legs above her head, lifted her bare ass off the bed and pounded deep inside of her for all that I was worth.   She screamed her approval as her breathing became shallow and her moaning became more and more frequent.  I moved in and out of her as powerfully as I could, you could hear my thighs hitting her bare ass as I slammed inside of her hard, and then withdrew to do it again.  I slowed the pace, sped up, then slowed down again and again, bringing her close and then pulling her away from her climax.  When I felt she wouldn’t take much more of it, I turned her over again and put her on her hands and knees in front of me.   I bent over kissed her ass and then slid my full erection deep inside of her wet womanhood.  She moaned as I slowly started to increase the pace, I slid in and out of her picking up the pace with each thrust.  “Come on, do it, make me scream louder!” she said between moans.  I thought to myself, that sounds like a challenge.  I pumped inside of her as I slowly brought my finger to her butthole and gently pushed it inside.  “Oh My God, Harder!”  my finger disappeared inside of her as my rod moved in and out of her.  Her moans got louder as louder and louder as I moved another finger to her hole.  She groaned when she felt it tickle the hole before it started to inch its way inside.  Her muscles gripped my erection inside of her every time I plunged inside and I knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.   I felt myself getting closer as well, when she grabbed for my rock hard member and stroked me with her hand as I continued to piston in and out of her.  Her hands must have added the last element that I needed because I started to fill the tip of my condom with tons of seed.  I slid another finger inside of her ass as she screamed out in pain/pleasure as she came hard beneath me.  She panted out of breath beneath me, “Wow, I never knew I liked that!” She laid for a few minutes and then put her shorts on.  “You look like you need another shower,” she smiled, gathered her cleaning supplies and walked out the door.   I went in to take

The wife does not expect the radical confrontational method. by zorro4l, listen to the ► podcast at Steamy Stories. The famed specialist Elsa Jünger cordially welcomes the newly arrived couple to her office and invites them to take a seat in the plush leather armchair provided for this purpose. The couple cannot help but be impressed by the imposing beauty and youthful presence of Dr. Jünger, in her attitude and the tone of her voice emanates a subjugating sensuality, a resolute authority pronounced in the femininity of her forms and the voluptuous aroma of her perfume would impose a certain sense of insecurity and nervousness in the first impression that the couple took of the prestigious psychiatrist with a doctorate in Vienna. “Before we begin, Mr. and Mrs. Holtz, I want you to know that every problem can be solved, no matter how big it is. I want to thank you both for placing your trust in me, I want you to find here a neutral place where no matter how serious the problem is, we will solve it with my method based on the transmutation and the flow of emotions. We could start with you Dominika.” Said the therapist. “We have been married for 20 years, Fritz is a good provider, a good father and he is very responsible, but for a long time now our intimacy has been reduced to a couple of moments per year, he doesn’t seem to have much interest in me.” said Dominika.“Let’s see what we have here, can you stand up?” said Dr. Jünger. Dominika stood up obediently while the specialist observed the elegance and attractiveness of the demure tone of the housewife. “Good. You are a healthy-looking woman, with a certain attractiveness. Have you thought that your demure appearance and attitude have something to do with it? Don’t take it the wrong way, you look refined and very elegant in that button-down dress, you have a face with beautiful features and porcelain skin, you are 43 years old, you have beautiful reddish blonde hair, and after the treatment, your beautiful eyes will shine with joy again.” said Elsa Jünger. The therapist continued to look analytically at Dominika, who remained quietly expectant. “Have you thought that your family’s occupations are interfering?” Elsa said as she continued to analyze the woman. “I lead a simple life dedicated to my family.” Dominika said. “Don’t be angry, but with that hairstyle and those huge glasses, together with your attitude of monastic modesty and arrogant suburban virtue, you look like a duck on an empty stomach.” Elsa said to Dominika who adopted an astonished expression, she found those words outrageous and incorrect, they made her feel offended and her dignity violated. The therapist walked with resolute seriousness around Dominika without leaving her analytical posture, typical of a specialist who is critical of the causes of the problem. Fritz silently noted the way the attractive doctor’s formal attire seemed to fit progressively with a singular adherence to her body, suggesting the resolute ambition of a consummate femininity possessed of extravagant and firm forms. It was impossible for his gaze to focus elsewhere as the spectacular psychiatrist moved about the office analyzing the silent Dominika, for a moment the flirtatious lines of delicate panties under the ever-tightening skirt seemed to insinuate themselves, resolutely asserting their presence and outlining the spherical perfection of the optical poem that was the firm backside of the sensual therapist. Fritz smiled subtly and would immediately notice the same kind of naughty affirmations on his wife’s dress. Dr. Jünger continued to express her impressions to Dominika, by this time she was right behind the astonished woman and placed her hands on the shoulders of the unsuspecting housewife. Elsa stopped to observe Fritz, he remained silent and did not seem to understand the seriousness that emanated from that fiery coppery gaze that rested on him in an analytical way, for a moment it seemed as if the therapist was reading an open book which she was able to consult in its entirety, only in a matter of seconds. “When I see you, I feel that there is a succubus eager to come out.” Said the doctor. Her face was illuminated by a perverse smile that was sketched in the cruel sensuality of her lips at the moment when her hands pulled with force Dominika’s dress, tearing it suddenly and exposing her intimate clothes. “What the fuck!” Dominika exclaimed in alarm as she was overcome by an unusual stupor that ran through the smoothness of her skin with the speed of thought. Fritz was about to get up from his seat. “Hold it right there! You came to me to improve your life, and you must trust my methods.” Said the specialist imperatively, to which Fritz would be forced to obey. Dominika was changing color, her face was reddening in an accelerated way and gradually the rest of her body where the skin was visible, also began to transmute from its natural pale tone to a bright reddish color that somehow would indicate according to the specialist, clear signs of a caloric reaction in the bloodstream that respond to the emotions that are brewing inside her anatomy as a reflection of her emotions. Dominika felt an indescribable helplessness to move, as she stood there in her satiny white set of full-cut panties and bra, the doctor gently placed her hands on the roundness of those hips covered by the tight panties of the nervous and embarrassed Dominika. “How do you feel now? Tell us the first thing that comes to your mind to describe your sensations.” The specialist, who was standing in front of the exposed and astonished housewife, said seriously. “I am ashamed to be exposed in this violent way that you have exerted on me for no reason, and I feel very upset because; you have just torn my favorite dress!” Dominika said indignantly. “Is that the whole problem? You are in front of your husband and your therapist, I didn’t do this in a crowded place where you would get more attention.” The doctor said as she removed Dominika’s hair pin and arranged it in a way that would give her hair more volume and show off her new freedom. “Feel the glare of your husband’s eyes resting on you right now as he sees you in those tight panties of shimmering nylon, covering the roundness of your sinuous womanhood and his gaze plays guessing games with your lace cup bra.” said Elsa Jünger. Dominika was unable to clear her thoughts of those uncomfortable sensations that came over her after seeing her dress torn on the floor. “He basks in the sparkles of your white ensemble and the jealous duty with which he finds himself guarding the secret of the nymph, imprisoned in that demure position of a respectable lady of the suburbs. And that just a moment ago, her lines were uncomfortable naughty insinuations, through the fabric of your now useless dress, completely alien to your will.” Said the doctor in a tone pregnant with seriousness. Dominika and Fritz maintained an uncomfortable silence as they exchanged glances with each other. “Tell me, Fritz, is your memory taking you for a ride? Don’t tell me anything yet! The smile on your lips speaks to me of the echoes imprinted in the incipient sexual awakening of a boy, whose erotic fantasies began when he discovered an image similar to this one and were to be found all that summer in the lingerie catalogs his mother received in the mail.” Said the doctor while maintaining intense eye contact with Fritz. Fritz was beginning to feel a certain nervousness because of the velvety tone Elsa Jünger was using, and he seemed to perceive a certain fieriness in those big coppery eyes that were looking at him penetratingly. “Don’t say anything, your face has already expressed itself eloquently, now take a good look at your wife! Calmly and do not hurry, look at how her navel and her thighs contrast with this garment. Think of everything it evokes in you!” said the doctor. Fritz sighed silently as he listened attentively to the sensual therapist. “The discovery of your own eros and the adventure of going into the girls’ dressing room that morning. Do you remember the scent of the perfume that day? And surely the fire is still alive in your eyes with which you would see those girls in the future.” said Dr. Jünger to the blushing Fritz, who was deeply shocked by the way his innermost secret memory was laid bare in front of his half-naked wife, who was gaping at the man she thought she knew at all. “Now take three deep breaths, Dominika.” Said the doctor as she instructed her to stand in certain ways, first she had her arm on her hip so that she could lean a little while she put her thighs together and helped her to loosen up a little to adopt a relaxed attitude in the nervousness reflected in her exposed body. “How do you feel now Dominika?” asked the doctor, pleased with what she considered a breakthrough. “I feel a little stupid, vulnerable and humiliated without my dress. Why did you have to tear it?” said Dominika indignantly. “The cost of your dress can be deducted from my fee. Do you feel better now?” answered the doctor with seriousness and a certain cynicism in her words. “No, I’m furious!” Said Dominika approaching the therapist, that shyness and particular shyness and demure modesty typical of a lady of her condition, had evaporated from the affable countenance of that housewife, who suddenly radiated a feline attitude of resolute sufficiency, capable of anything. Fritz watched astonished as his wife turned into a force of nature, who uncontrollably placed her hands on the tight skirt that the therapist was wearing and that soon rose like a theatrical curtain and was torn off like a leaf by the autumn wind, leaving the doctor immersed in the center of the tempest that Dominika’s hands became, now imposing their whirlwind-like might on the stunned specialist, whose white silk blouse was ripped open the instant the buttons flew through the air, and was torn in the blink of an eye followed by what appeared to be a

Can I Help You? based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. I have been working at the same furniture store for the past seven years, but nothing like this has ever happened to me before.  Tracy had just started to work nights with me, I was to teach her the ropes my boss said to me.   “I’ll do my best,” I replied as he left for the evening.  It was a busy night, not much of a chance to teach her anything let alone “the ropes.” After the last customer had left and we locked the door, I told Tracy to vacuum the store while I did the paperwork in the back.  “Okay boss,” she said with a smile, as I caught a glimpse of her figure as she walked away.  She had long dusty blonde hair with green eyes that just made you melt.  Her business skirt was neatly pressed.  Her white blouse was sheer enough to know she had a bra on, but not enough to see anything else and it was low cut enough to just make out some cleavage but not be obscene.   I took a deep breath, told her where she could find the vacuum and left to do my work.  I heard the engine of the vacuum rev as I went over the daily totals, I finished up the deposit bag and I heard the engine stop.  I thought she might be finished and wondering what she should do next, so I went to find her.  I found her, all of her, she was lying upside down and naked on one of  the more expensive canopy beds.  When she saw me, she covered her breasts, and said, “I’m sorry but I have never felt Satin sheets on my Bare skin.”  “Oh,” as I went into my sales pitch, “the satin on this bed is one of a kind hand made. ”  She uncovered herself and was smoothing her hand over the satin as if she were thinking about making a purchase, “not bad, but is this bed big enough for two people going at it?”  “Ma’am this is a king size bed, it’s large enough to have three people on it if you would like.”  “Maybe later, but right now, I want to try it out with just me and you, come here please.”  I moved over to the bed, as she moved over to make room for me, I stripped my clothes down and laid next to her.  She turned to face me and when I went to give her a kiss, she stopped me and said, “maybe later, I want you now, and we can do that stuff later.”   She made her way down my chest, planting kisses on the way to my nipples.  She twirled her tongue around my left nipple until it was standing at attention, then she repeated the same to my right nipple.  When both nipples were wet with her saliva, she blew on them to get them even more rigid.  She made her way down to my belly button, and repeated what she had done to my nipples, swirling her tongue around the outside and then diving into the belly button itself.  Blowing on my belly button gave me a chill, but not a cold chill, it excited me, and she realized this and spent some extra time there.  After a few minutes, she moved down further to my erection, which was standing tall, she smiled up at me as she grabbed a hold of it.  She kept her eyes on me as she slid her mouth down over my erection.  When I was deep inside of her mouth she closed her eyes and moaned, the vibration of her moan was incredible.  I think she felt that I enjoyed that, so she continued moaning as I was growing inside of her mouth.  She spent a little more time playing with her mouth on me, and then she spun her hips around so that I could pleasure her at the same time.  When she spread her legs around my head, I could smell her excitement, it was an intoxicating fragrance, one that if we bottled it we could sell a ton of it.  As I inhaled deeply, I reached out with my tongue and felt how wet she was, she was just about dripping into my mouth.  She continued to moan and moan while I slid my tongue back and forth in her wetness.  The quicker I moved my tongue, the more she moaned, I was getting closer every time that I plunged my tongue inside of her.  She slowly let her mouth come off of my erection and she moved herself away from my tongue.  I was disappointed when she moved her hips around, until she was hovering right above me.  She looked into my eyes again as she lowered herself onto me, once again, when I was deep inside of her she closed her eyes and moaned.  She sat there for a couple of minutes, enjoying the feel of me.  She opened her eyes, and I could see the lust burning in her deep green eyes, she slowly started to move up and down as she continued to stare into my eyes.  Tracy stayed at this slow pace for a quite a while, moving her hips all around so that I could reach new areas within her.  My erection was exploring every inch that was inside of her, as she slowly started to quicken her movements.   She was very methodical as she slid herself up and down with more passion increasing her motion and intensity with every thrust.  She continued to stare into my eyes, as her hands made little circles around my nipples.  Between the sensations in my groin and the sensations on my chest, I was getting closer and closer to exploding deep inside of her.  I guess she realized this, so she slowed her movements down.  It was the same pace that we started at, slow and deep, exploring every inch.  This time the feelings that were created were too much for me to handle, I needed to be in control.  I picked her up off of me, rolled her over on her back and started to kiss my way down her stomach.  I repeated every step that she did to me.  I twirled my tongue around each nipple, moved my way down to her belly button and then continued down further until I could smell that sweet aroma.  I licked with a feverish intensity.  When her moans started to get louder and louder, I replaced my tongue with my erection and I started moving slowly.  She encouraged me by grabbing my ass and pulling me into her deeper and deeper.  I started to move much faster, both of us nearing the end.  She was moaning louder and louder, when she smiled at me and said, “come on baby, I’m almost there.”  I exploded inside of her as I felt her insides clench like a fist as she hit her orgasm.  We cleaned ourselves up, got dressed and said tomorrow we see if the bed can handle three. 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based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. It was Lexi's birthday and like every other year, I had some big plans to show her just how much I love her. I try to outdo myself every year, but this year, things went a different way, more exciting, and I didn't even know how much was going to change between us.I told her to put on her favorite dress, we have reservations to a favorite place. I love the way the material of that dress clings to every curve, exposes the right amount of cleavage, yes, she is really sexy, I have to try to control myself for now. At least until we get home, "I have a huge surprise for you," I said with a grin. She giggled, "huge?" I smile back, "yes ma'am!" No hints, just the wild thoughts go through her head, "you know I like to go above and beyond the year before." We finally arrived home, and I bring Lexi into the bedroom and I sat her gently on the edge of the bed and whispered softly in her ear; "trust me?" You nodded and I kissed your neck. I grabbed the blindfold and placed it on her head, sliding it down until her sexy eyes were covered. "Are you ready for your surprise?" Again her sheepish nod, not knowing exactly what is about to happen. I slowly remove the dress and smile when I realized no underwear of any kind, she was already completely naked. "Hands at your sides," I instructed. She reached up and grabbed me around my neck and pulled me towards her for a kiss. "No ma'am, you are to follow my instructions and do as you are told!" I commanded. I did like the reaction, as I noticed you took a deep breath in, as I watch your breasts heave up and down. "Hold your arms out straight in front of you," I said sternly. She felt my body come between her arms, "don't close your arms until I tell you." I grabbed her by her wrists and closed them around me, The click of the handcuffs and excitement builds in her naked body. "Stay still, do not move until you are told to," I turned around facing her, "okay, stick your tongue out and open your mouth." She did as she was instructed and realize that it is not me between her arms, it is a woman and Lexi's tongue just sent shockwaves up her body. A moan escaped her lips as her tongue finds her sweet opening. She is already wet, and her aroma fills Lexi's nose as her hands grab this woman's ass and pull her closer. I watched as things started stirring in me. My woman's lips and tongue sliding up higher to circle her clit. With a head full of hair, she pulled Lexi's pretty face into her. Her head titled back as she thrust her crotch closer. I can tell that Lexi's juices have already started dripping down her legs and onto the bed. "Stop now!," I said, as she continued her attach on this woman. "I said stop, you will follow my instructions and do as you are told." Reluctantly, she pulled away as I encourage her to turn around. Then I pushed Lexi's face towards her exposed ass. "Stick your tongue out Lexi," I ordered. Of course at this point Lexi realized it was a major turn on to be told what to do. She buried her wet tongue between her cheeks and pushed it gently into her hole. She reached back and grabbed hair and pulled Lexi further into her. "Oh my god, yes!" She screamed. "Quiet" I yelled. Lexi grabbed this woman's hips and pulled her close as her tongue moved in and out. I could see she was getting close with Lexi's tongue buried deep inside of her backside, "Stop right now." Lexi did as she was told, and even though they both wanted for her to finish, each of them knew other things were coming, other incredible things. I helped her out of Lexi's outstretched handcuffed arms and put her on the bed. Close enough to watch the next steamy situation. I climbed in between Lexi's still open arms, "stick out your tongue," I said again. The tip of her tongue touches the tip of my erection. Her mouth opened up to accept me as I pulled her head towards me. Slowly I enter the open mouth I hold her head firmly once I reach the back of her throat. I can feel the struggle for air, and I release her head long enough to get a breath before I plunge myself back between her parted lips. "Umm," I feel the vibrations tickle my entire rod. I grab hair and move myself in and out of her open mouth. Back and forth, she engulfed me, then released until I'm almost out, then she licked the tip of my hardness. Back and forth, she can feel my size increase as I am about to fire inside of this sweet mouth and down her throat. I look at our new friend, she is playing with herself sliding her fingers in and out of her juicy opening, her eyes are concentrating on my tool sliding between Lexi's lips. I'm about ready to shoot deep down and I feel a finger slip between my cheeks and inside of my hole. I lost control and shot my entire load deep between Lexi's lips. Swallowing every drop of my fluid. As the last few drops oozed down her throat, I lifted her up and lay Lexi gently on the bed, pushing her handcuffed arms above her head. I commanded "Your arms stay here!" Her legs parted, expecting to be pleasured right away. The agonizing wait for someone to connect with her dripping wet opening. Suddenly, a mouth surrounded her erect nipple, tongue swirling around the tip. "Oh," escapes from Lexi's lips. Quietly I issue my instructions to our new play thing "bite down , I went them red and sore." A sharp cry out in pain, and I slid my hands up Lexi's thighs. I slapped the inside of them and the sound echoed throughout the room. "Now the other one" as her teeth wrap around the other nipple. I slapped the inside of her thighs again. I slapped her between her legs, a sharp sting of my hand on her exposed clit had Lexi inhale sharply. Then Lexi felt my tongue touch, deep between her legs. I surrounded her clit with my tongue and nibble gently. Released her clit from my grip and smacked it again with my hand. Then with more force, she enjoyed the pain and the excitement of the torment. In a breathy voice, she uttered "again please!" We both did as we were requested and she bit down on Lexi's erect nipple as my hand came crashing down. A scream and moan came out of her at the same time. I knew she was loving the attention and I wanted to speed things up, Neither one of them has finished yet. I wanted both of them to erupt, so I told her, " straddle her hips and rub your cunts together. I want to see you both finish!" She did as she was told as she got into position I could see both of them glisten with excitement. When she settled in and privates met, both of them let out a soft moan. But when she started to move her hips, Lexi's face quickly went to pure joy as her lips bumped up against. Sliding back and forth, coating each other with juices. Their moans started coming closer together, both of them now in unison. I watch as they gyrated together, eagerly trying to explode. I slid my hands between and rubbed both of their clits as they ground together. I watched as both chests started to inhale and exhale quicker and quicker and I knew that both of them were seconds away. Cries of relief came out at the same moment as my hand was suddenly soaking wet. I withdrew it from between the two of them and held it up to Lexi's mouth, she tasted combined juices as she leaned over to do the same. I allowed both of them to lick before pulling my hand away and pushing them together in a kiss. They kissed passionately together as the bodies started to come back to normal. Her hands massaged Lexi's breasts and I commanded. "Sit down and let Lexi lick you!" She did as she was told and Lexi's tongue found the right button again. I slid between Lexi's legs and stroked her opening with my hardness. She moaned into her opening. I coated my erection with the sweet nectar still oozing from its recent eruption, and slowly entered. I slid in deep and just held myself deep inside of Lexi, feeling the walls surround me and attempt to stroke me inside. I watched as my woman licked our new friend for a moment and then I withdrew almost completely. Our plaything reached around and grabbed me, stroking me and pulling me back inside of the sweetness. Her hands played with my length as it disappeared inside. I watched as her moist opening moved back and forth across Lexi's lips, I was mesmerized to see her enjoy her dessert and I was so turned on that I gave her a present like that. I started to drive harder inside, pulling out before she would guide me back inside. The tension was incredible, and I knew things were getting closer. She was grinding back and forth and I knew she was about ready to explode for the second time tonight. I knew if I sped up, Lexi would be soon behind her. And with everything that has happened so far, I couldn't take much more of this excitement myself. I started to pound harder inside, faster, slower, harder, softer, I watched as she started to come closer again. Lexi's excitement had her doing all kinds of things with her mouth. She was really close now and I took a play out of the playbook, I slid a finger inside of her ass and she screamed. She gyrated her hips until the explosion rocked her entire body. She came hard in Lexi's mouth. She rested a moment then got off, she then moved down to watch me slide back in forth inside. I pumped my hips back and forth with a strong thrust, rocking Lexi's body back and forth on the bed, I noticed the naked handcuffed glistening sweaty body beneath me and the blindfold was still covering her face. I grabbed for her wrists and held them down as I moved above and slammed deeper. A loud groan echoed as I reached the bottom of her tunnel. I kept hitting it like that, over and over and screams started coming more frequently. Lexi was getting closer to the triumphant release and out new friend slipped a finger inside of her ass, and her body rocked violently as Lexi crashed through her second orgasm. Her body gripping my tool as it was throbbing inside. I was momen

Village reunion turns steamy, fueled by erotic river sighting. by Kuntry yute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. The rain burst out of nowhere, as it usually does. One minute the afternoon was bright and sunny, then the sun just disappeared behind a big dark cloud and the rain cut loose. No one was in the house but me, with Mama off to see her church sister. The rain was heavy. You could see it in the fat drops and the fast-moving muddy streams that turned the yard into a small riverbed. But the best part for me was the pounding on the zinc roof, as if the rain was playing a whole heap of kette drums at the same time. The wind picked up at times, lashing the large banana leaves into a crazy dance, like big, awkward hands flapping to the heavy rain drops. I watched and listened, content inside the warm, dry house. It was a good mood, like I could roll with the energy and rhythm and dance to my heart’s content, or get a sheet and curl up in the big couch, to just rest or doze off.I had something else in mind though, and the first real buzz of anticipation and excitement coursed through my body, leaving me tingling and warming up all over, especially down in my belly bottom and my nipples. The sensation cooled off a bit as I thought about Mama coming home sooner than expected. She had almost caught me once, and I was saved only by the fact that she had left her keys and had to call me to open the door. She had her keys now, and the rain would mask any sound of her approach. But I wasn’t going to be denied. This moment was too good to waste. The living room had a big window that looked out on the yard and provided a full view of anyone approaching, as long as the curtain was not fully drawn. I could enjoy the comfort of the love seat and keep an eye out for Mama; all I needed to do was turn it around to face the yard. I easily flipped the couch around, nervous excitement overtaking my senses and body as I imagined the delights just seconds away. I quickly washed my hands in the bathroom, pulled a couple items from my drawer and hustled back to the living room. I started opening the curtains and recoiled in shock and irritation. Someone – looks like a man - was out there in the rain, splashing up on the verandah and depositing a rickety black umbrella in a corner before knocking on the door. The umbrella was useless, on account of all the water he was busy brushing off his arms and legs. I stashed my items under the couch seat and opened the door, intent on quickly dealing with him and getting to my pleasure. “Hi Cherry” he greeted after a slight pause, surprised uncertainty in his eyes as he brushed a few droplets from his face. I figured he was expecting to see Mama instead of me. “Tony, right?” I responded with a smile. “Yes,” he said, grinning suddenly at me from his rain-wet face. My irritation was dissolving rapidly as I looked him over. I had glimpsed him three nights ago, the first time since he had left for university two years ago. Many people didn’t go to university from this village, and people talked about him a lot, including his mother who couldn’t stop boasting about her bright son. It was annoying, especially for someone like me that didn’t make it to university. I wasn’t annoyed now though. He was short and stocky when we were kids. He wasn’t tall now, just medium height, about two inches taller than my five foot eight. The stocky look was still there, but more athletic, like he was a sprinter or one of those American football players. As a boy his father used to give him bad haircuts, and it worsened the look of his face which was already ordinary with the flat nose and large, almost bulging eyes. Nobody would call him handsome now, but he had grown up well, sporting a clean shaved head, with eyes that were sharp and intelligent looking, and a face that was strong and hard, like a thick chunk of cured pimento wood. His eyes moved quickly, up and down, just as I had done. But it was open and forward, the type of look that said he was not afraid to show his hand. He wanted me to know he was seeing me as a woman, a woman that grabbed his interest, and he wanted me to react to that interest. I was interested in him for real, no doubt about it. I had felt it when I saw him last Friday, that flash of sexual curiosity, seeing him all sexy and relaxed. He had looked at me quickly, followed by a smile of recognition and a polite greeting. I smiled back, blushing and hoping he hadn’t seen the interest in my eyes. Now I grinned to myself, thinking how smooth he was then in the public place, acting all polite and decent, when he was clearly interested and just biding his time. There was a prickling on my skin, leaving goosebumps on my arms and my nipples felt like someone was giving them little electric shocks. My pumpum twitched suddenly with pleasure, a sweet, achy pleasure. I was shocked at the reaction in my body and suddenly my thighs squeezed together, as if to keep the feelings trapped down there and not affecting the rest of me, for fear he could see his effect on me. He was like a godsend, appearing as if by miracle, just when I was in the mood to frig myself with the weather and Mama cooperating so well. But with some effort I reined in the feelings. There was desire in his eyes, but I couldn’t assume he was planning to do anything about it right now. “You here to see Mama?” I asked. “Yeah,” he said, after a little hesitation. “My Mama asked me to drop off this partner money, and I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you.” “I see you develop some sweet tongue,” I said saucily but I am sure he could tell I was flattered by his words. “Sweet tongue yes, but truth too,” he said boldly, eyes lively with daring. “Well, it’s good to see you too,” I said, giving him a little something in return, although I was warming up to him much faster than my words would indicate. He held out his hand, offering an envelope that bulged slightly with the contents. “I’ll give it to her,” I said, taking the envelope. He stood there for a moment, eyes thoughtful, looking me over. I watched him, imagining the wheels turning in his head, figuring out how he should proceed. I waited, realizing belatedly with a touch of embarrassment that my lips were parted in anticipation of his next move. “You want to dry those clothes?” I asked suddenly, surprising myself with the question. “Could give you time for the rain to ease off and you can tell me about life in Kingston.” He looked at me sharply, surprise on his face. He looked down at his body with a frown, no doubt seeing and feeling the wetness in his shirt and pants. He looked at me, eyes steady, thinking it over. “Ok,” he said with a shrug and smile. “Do you have something for me to put on or am I supposed to wait naked?” “Not a bad idea,” I laughed back at him, knowing he was seeing the devilry in my eyes. “Don’t worry though, I’ll get you some of Papa’s clothes. He doesn’t need them anymore.” I found a clean set of pants and shirt that looked close enough for his size. It was far from perfect though, because he was shorter and more muscular than Papa. The shirt was tight across his chest and arms and the pants were snug in the butt and crotch. He looked funny and sexy at the same time. He went and sat in my couch, making himself comfortable while I draped his wet clothes on the warm grate behind the fridge. We talked for a bit, catching up on each other’s life over the past two years. I felt jealous, because he seemed to be doing so much and here I was wasting away in the dead-end village. He surprised me though, by praising what I was doing. “Honey is a big deal,” he said, a little frown on his face. “You just need to scale up and get connected to the right distribution channels.” I didn’t go to university, but I was always learning shit from free college courses and podcasts when the internet complied, so I knew what he was talking about. “Scale up needs money and time, and that’s time I have to put in my regular job.” “Let me think about it,” he replied, then leaned back in the couch with a strange smile on his face. “I see you still go to the river?” “What?” I asked, frowning at him. I was perplexed as to why he would ask about the river. “Those days were exciting even with the hard work,” he said with a longing look on his face. “Remember how we all used to play after the wash? Hide and seek, catch crawfish, eat guineps till we couldn’t walk properly…” “Oh boy,” I smiled, remembering. “Those were the good old days. Kids nowadays just want to play video games. No love for nature. We don’t even wash clothes down there anymore. That life pretty much done.” “Yet you were there yesterday,” he said quietly, his eyes still on my face. “You were at the river?” I asked him, a nervous type of anxiousness spreading slowly through my belly. He nodded silently, watching me. It might not be too bad, I thought to myself. Maybe he saw me going down or coming up, not necessarily in the river itself. But his next words shattered my flimsy hope. “That big pool with the mango tree over it. I was heading for it, but just as I was about to climb down the bank, I saw you. I immediately thought of leaving but I just stood there, as if I had no power to move. I’m sorry for snooping on you but it was as if you hooked me right there, and the more I looked the more you pulled me in.” I was ashamed and angry. In truth I really didn’t mind if someone sees me naked if I know and can make the decision for myself. But this was Peeping Tom stuff, him seeing me and copping a look without me knowing. “You were snooping on me?” I snapped at him. “Your fault for bathing out in public,” he said calmly, a little smile dancing across his lips, no doubt enjoying himself. It was true. I knew it could happen but figured and hoped no one would be around. I was dying for a river bath; to have all the water I need to wash freely without thinking about conserving water. At least I didn’t bathe fully na

based on a post by Fugman; narrated by Andrew; Welcome To Connected Podcast By Fugman. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected. I've never considered it, never gave it a second thought, I can't be that guy. When I met her, I wasn't thinking straight. I've heard the stories, seen the fantasy in movies, but I never dreamed that I would experience it in my lifetime. When she first walked into the bar, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was gorgeous, sexy, full of confidence, and she was headed right towards me. She knew she looked good and she was betting somebody would turn their head towards her.I just thought I was the lucky guy that she decided she wanted to go home with. This was going to be a whole new experience for me, one that I would never forget. She introduced herself as Shelly, and she was in a killer red dress that made her curves that much more deadly. She was gorgeous and she had a body that needed to be worshipped, and I was ready to do just that. I bought this beauty a drink and we made small talk for a little while. Then she whispered in my ear, "come on, I have a room next door, let's go!" Who was I to argue with her, she was eager and willing, and I wasn't going to turn her down. I settled the bill and she grabbed my arm and led me out of the bar and to the motel next door. She handed me the key and I unlocked the door and let us in. She jumped into the bed, laid down and motioned me to come over. I just about jumped on top of her, which I'm not so sure she wouldn't have enjoyed. I laid down next to her and started kissing her. I kissed her lips, her neck and into her cleavage that has been on display all night. I pulled down the strap of her dress and was met with an erect nipple staring at me in the face. I surrounded it with my lips and sucked gently, then licked the tip. She moaned her approval as she helped me out of my own shirt. Once I was shirtless, she did the same to me, only she bit down a little hard on my nipple. I reached around her and unzipped her dress, she sat up and removed her arms from the holes and laid back down topless. She had perfectly round tips with large nipples poking out, just begging to be sucked on. I felt her hand massaging the front of my pants, she was eager to get into them and grab my rock hard member. In a moment, she had my pants unzipped and her hand was fishing around to touch my bare skin. She unbuckled my belt and I lifted my ass long enough to remove my pants completely. She smiled at me and took a firm grasp of my manhood. I laid back on the bed as she played, first her hands, then her mouth and tongue played with me. Every aspect of this woman was incredible as she expertly took control and forced my hardness down her throat. She took me all in and gagged a little, she released me long enough to get another breath, then straight back down, engulfing my hardness inside of her mouth completely. When she was all the way down, I felt a tickle in my jewels and realized that her tongue was licking me. A second later, she needed another breath and I was released for a second before she went right back down. I was in heaven, she was well versed on how to pleasure, and I laid back and enjoyed every second of it. In and out of her mouth I went, teasing the back of her throat as she got into it more and more. Her head bounced on me, over and over, again and again I slid between her lips. She was relentless and eager to get me to finish off in her mouth. At this pace, I wasn't going to last much longer, and she must have felt it to. She went into overdrive as she picked up the pace and added more suction, she was literally trying to suck an eruption out if me. I was just about there when I felt her hand tighten around the base of my hardness. She kept a tight grip as she continued her work on me. Just as I was about to hit my peak she released her tight grip and I shot deep into her mouth. She swallowed every drop of me and licked her lips. She stood up and removed her dress completely and I stared in disbelief, she was an incredible sight, why is she with me? She laid back down on the bed and opened her legs. I licked my lips and went in to get a closer look. I could already smell her excitement, her aroma was intoxicating as I came closer to her already juicy opening. She slid her fingers between her petals and offered me a taste, I licked her fingers clean quickly and went to the source. Her fingers opened herself as I slid my tongue up and down her steamy opening. She fell back to the bed and enjoyed my treatment as I went up and down her slit with my tongue and slid fingers into her hole. Her moans let me know that what I was doing, she was enjoying. The more I teased, the more she moaned. Once I took hold of her clit, she about came off the bed. I but down gently, swirled my tongue around, then released it and blew softly on her exposed lips and sensitive regions. I watched as I saw goosebumps form on her stomach and pubic area. I repeated this process over and over until she was about to go over the edge. Then, I stopped everything, I just looked at her, waited until she looked me directly in the eye, then I smiled and sucked hard on the tip of her clit. I sucked, I bit down gently, then added pressure, but once I had it in my control, I wasn't about to let go until she was flooding my face with her orgasm. I added two fingers inside, parted her lips and thrust two more inside, that was about all she could take and her breathing went into overtime. Just one more nibble on the tip of her and she crashed hard, grabbing my head and pulling it closer as her body convulsed. She did not release my head until I was completely covered in her juices. My lips and tongue made love to her sweet hole and she was rocked by another orgasm. I let her catch her breath for a moment as I put a condom on my recently revived tool. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly slid my entire length into her. Once I was completely buried inside of her, I moved my hips back and forth against her. Our pelvises ground together as I reached parts inside of her that triggered a huge reaction from her. Her juices flooded my loins as she exploded all over me. I continued as her juices soaked the mattress and covered her entire body. I slowly withdrew and pushed hard back inside of her very wet opening. Every time I pushed inside, more of her juices came out. She moaned and moaned, screamed and juices came flowing out of her. I was drenched, she was drenched and the bed was soaked. I moved in and out of her, and every time I was completely buried, I ground my hips against her, and more juices came out of her. I pumped in and out for several minutes until I was close to exploding into the tip of the condom. We were both drenched in her juices, and she was about to crash over another wave of ecstasy. I only slid back and forth a few more times until I swelled up and shot my load inside of the condom, she screamed and moaned as her body shook violently as she exploded again. The entire bottom half of our bodies was sticky from her juices and we both jumped into the shower together to wash off the night of intense pleasure that we shared. After we finished in the shower, I went to get dressed and was shocked to see a man sitting in the corner of the room. Shelly came from behind me and introduced me to her husband. He watched the entire evening's events and because I was so focused on her, I never looked around the room. she told me that he likes to watch her have sex with strangers regularly. He shook my hand and thanked me for taking his wife to places she's never been before. And I turned and walked out the door. By Fugman for Tumblr.

Jemima provides Davy with kinky new insights into female sexuality.By Big galute. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories."Davy if I could, I would marry you at this very moment.""Don't mock me.""I'm not, I'm serious."I didn't answer, finally realizing that I was stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean with an insane woman."I don't know about God but I do know about the church and the clergy that tell us about sins of the flesh, many of the clergy are the biggest sinners amongst us." I stayed silent but knew that I'd heard many men on the river saying the same thing."Why can our bodies do such things? Why does it feel so wonderful when we do? Surely humans are designed to enjoy sex in whichever way they want?"I couldn't think of any answers to Jemi's words but still thought she was insane."I know that I have a high spirit and enjoy doing the things society tells me I mustn't, but that's not because I am bad but rather because I am free and should be allowed to make up my own mind. All the men I have ever been introduced to, have been vain, shallow, or stupid; sometimes all three."I listened to her profound words, but she wasn’t yet done; "In a different situation we may never have met, or if we did we would not have spoken. But you are different from them, we are stuck on this little boat but you are sweetest, most sincere man I have ever met. I also sense a wild free-spirit inside you, longing to get out."Any doubts I had about Jemi's sincerity disappeared as she kissed me, a soft, gentle, loving kiss. We molded together as Jemi nuzzled her head into my chest and placed her leg across me, causing me to harden and grow and causing Jemi to giggle."I love you, and I love your tallywacker." She said before falling asleep.I awoke to the early morning sun and to Jemi sitting upright and smiling down at me, "Is it always that engorged in the mornings?" She asked, her eyes roving down my body and her smile widening, the mischievous glint back in her eye."Sometimes.""I've been staring at it for ages, it twitches and moves and you sometimes touch it in your sleep."She placed her hand to my forehead and laughed, "Good, no fever. Your face is so red I wondered."I went to sit up but Jemi gently pushed me back down, "Lay still, I want to study it awhile."I could have refused and insisted that we got busy with the sail but I was getting use to Jemi and knew there was no point."My friend Imogen says her husband's is short and fat, with a rather musty, unpleasant smell." "Yours appears to be long and fat and I could detect no unpleasant smells." Seeing my puzzled look, Jemi said, "I smelt it whilst you were asleep. Actually it was quite fascinating, I blew on it and it twitched. The bulbous gland at the top appears to be the most sensitive, the thick shaft less so."Laying there listening to my beautiful angel ruminate about my appendage was exhilarating and highly arousing and I knew that I wished it always to be so, I also knew that we needed to get sailing if we were to have any chance of survival."I think we should hoist our sail." I suggested, changing the subject."You're probably right." Jemi went quiet and I think I detected a new glow to her cheeks. "Imogen says that when her husband emits semen in the morning he is far more productive and it assuages any foul humor he may have." "Would you like to emit some semen?"I nodded, unable to refuse. "Teach me how, so I would know how best to do it." Jemi said.I wanted to ask what else Imogen had said but dared not, instead telling Jemi; “I just wrap my fingers around it and pull back & forth, Like you did last night." She thought about this for a while before asking, "Do you think of things when you do it?""Sometimes, last night was the first time anyone else has ever done it for me and I didn't need to think of anything.""I like the name tallywacker but for the purposes of my studies I will think of it as a penis, when you make love to me it can be your tallywacker."Before I could respond to this Jemi took my penis in her hand, "It is heavier than I imagined, maybe more than a pound, there is already fluid leaking out the top." Jemi ran a finger of the other hand across the fluid, the sensation causing my penis to twitch violently and me to take a sharp breath in. "Was that painful?" Jemi asked. "No, just sensitive. Almost ticklish, in a way”Jemi nodded as if storing this information away, she then brought her fingers to her face "A slight smell of ammonia and mildly salty flavor."I was enjoying Jemi's hand on my penis but I wasn't sure if I enjoyed being part of an experiment. She suddenly started shaking it violently, "The muscle tries to resist and the penis becomes harder, tell me, does that feel nice?""Slightly uncomfortable but not unpleasant." Jemi nodded and then started slapping my penis hard against her open palm, until it became too rigid to maneuver. I told her it was remarkably enjoyable."Do you think you could ejaculate from it?""I don't think so." She again nodded and placed her palm on top and pushed down hard, causing me to yelp.She looked at me, a wry smile and a shake of my head gave her the answer. "Can we get to the emitting of semen before I fall into foul humor?."Jemi smiled at my light mockery and started to gently stroke my penis."You're no good, Davy Arthur. When we get to dry land I shall have to find other penis's to experiment on." She let me stew on this for a moment, a serious expression on her face. As hurt and confusion invaded my heart she finally smiled "But this is the only tallywacker I ever want."I closed my eyes and smiled as the feeling of Jemi's firm, even strokes pulsed through me. The sensation became different, much warmer, softer and smoother. This rhythm became affectionate.A small gasp of pleasure escaped my lips and I opened my eyes to the shocking sight of Jemi's mouth engulfing my penis, her eyes alight with fire as she stared at me. She removed her mouth and sat upright, her hard nipples clearly visible through her chemise."Let me guess, Imogen?" I asked."Indeed, she said the skin becomes too dry and irritates, duck fat is too messy so one has to come up with other solutions." The whole time Jemi was talking, her fingers were making little circles on my glands, massaging her saliva in and causing my breath to shorten and my sack to tighten."She must write you a lot of letters.""Every night; once she has worn her rotter of a husband out. Imogen and I attended Miss Rogers finishing school for young ladies together, finishing school for the well-to-do young wenches more like. There were no men enrolled, of course; but everyone was very daring, Imogen being the most daring of all.She married Viscount Fornsby one year ago, he's fifteen years older than her and a complete deviant, not that Imogen is complaining, I think she finally met her match.""What other things has she written about?" Jemi smirked before tapping the side of her nose, understanding what I really wanted to know. Before answering she put more spittle onto her hand and resumed her gentle stroking.With a playful little upturn on her lips Jemi continued "I can't tell you more of her letters, you would be too shocked and your heart may well stop."I couldn't hide my disappointment, causing Jemi to laugh, "Are all men so obvious?"Jemi's hand was moving slowly, eliciting a pleasant, almost comforting feeling. Her thoughts seemed far away, eventually she said; "My mother died when I was quite young and my father employed a wonderful, elderly governess called Miss Gwendolyn Sharp, or ‘Gweny’, as I affectionately called her. Gweny had been a governess her whole life and had some rather unconventional views on education. She believed that the female brain was equal too, and most probably superior too, that of the male. 'In my experience, young ladies brains are like sponges whilst young gentlemen's brains are like rocks' was one of her favourite sayings.""Gweny railed against the position of women in our society, installing in me a feisty, questioning, free-spirit. As she got older and became frailer she implored me to live my life to the full and to welcome and relish new experiences. She died shortly after my eighteenth birthday and I felt her passing greatly."Jemi had never stopped frigging my shaft throughout her story and the painful look of sorrow on her face changed to one of mirth as she said "More spittle needed I fear.""I thought Gweny had taught me everything but Imogen has certainly widened my horizons.""Gweny taught you how to have an open mind. Who taught you how to use your hand so well?""I'm learning as I go and by the twitching of your tallywacker I think I'm doing a good job."She was right. She was doing a good job and I could feel my explosion building, but I wanted to hear more of Imogen."What's the most shocking thing Imogen has ever told you?"Jemi pretended to be coy but was obviously bursting to tell me "Two days before we sailed I received a letter that even by Imogen's standards was shocking. Her husband had taken her to one of the barns and waiting for them there were a four of his gambling associates and two of the younger servants, a man & woman both around Imogen's age. He had made them strip and begin to procreate as they all watched.Imogen said it was actually quite boring, the only interesting thing being that the male servant was a horse of a man and Imogen was quite fascinated that the female accommodated him so easily. She said the female looked quite bored but the male soon built up a head of steam, fully encouraged by the lewd remarks of the assembled gentleman. Her husband stopped him before he shot his seed, telling him to pull out and asking Imogen if she would like to partake of his horse appendage.Imogen pretended to be shocked, and as excited as she was by all the eyes on her, she also found the salivating men gross and had no wis