The weekend

The box laid across the king size bed unopened.  She had promised not to peek until he arrived though she was extremely curious as to his plans for this weekend.  Glancing at her watch she realized he would be there in less than an hour, and she still needed to get ready.  The hotel room was set up perfectly for what she hoped would be a weekend neither of them would forget.

The marble on the bathroom chilled her slightly as she stood waiting for the shower to warm up. The matching counter was just the perfect height for her to lean over. She closed her eyes and imagined him standing right behind her, his hands reaching for her hips as he thrust his cock deep inside of her. Her hand slipped between her legs, stroking her smooth mound slightly. She had been waiting for the past two days, not allowing herself to cum and leaving herself permanently on edge. She ached for the initial penetration.  Shaking her head slightly she cleared her thoughts long enough to get into the shower. 

He chuckled to himself for telling her he would be an hour later then he actually was. He wanted to catch her unaware, unprepared.  The keycard slipped into the door silently and he stepped inside. The huge glass windows offered a beautiful view of the Las Vegas strip. He envisioned her pressed against the glass as he plunged into her from behind.  The noise from the shower caught his attention; she had left the bathroom door open. 

He loved the glass door of the shower, though the steam distorted her image slightly. Leaning against the door frame he watched her run her fingers through her hair and the water cascading down her breasts. As she turned away from him he noticed the roundness of her ass. She reached over for the soap then bent over leaving her ass in the air begging to be fucked.  The front of his pants tightened at the thought of pushing into her tight hole.

He fought the urge to discard his clothes and jump into the shower with her. There would be time for that later, right now he had other plans. Walking back towards the bed he noticed the unopened box. Good girl, he thought. Behind him he heard the shower stop and the door open. He pulled a chair away from the wall, faced it towards the bathroom then sat down slowly and waited for her.

Rain

The smell of recently fallen rain settled around them as they laid in the damp grass underneath the giant oak tree. His strong hands roamed her body, squeezing and teasing. His tongue invaded her mouth causing her head to swim with thoughts that could get them arrested in forty out of the fifty states.

Time for one more?

"Come on, just one more?" he said as his hand snaked into her pants again.
"If I don't leave soon we'll be seeing the sun come up," she said as she pushed his hand away.
"What if I do this?"  He pushes her arm behind her back and pins it before slipping into her pants again. Left with no choice she pushes forward knocking them both off the couch onto the floor with her on top.

Desire, her only weakness.

Housewarming

"The first piece of furniture you touch when you walk into the new place I will bend you over." She smiled as he warned her. Surely she would be the first to the housewarming party so she wasn't too worried about his promise of breaking in the house properly.

As she pulled up to the house she noticed two cars in the driveway. Wiggling in the leather seat sans panties she wondered if she had been wrong. Slightly disappointed she headed towards the door, now she'd have to wait until everyone left.

The door was ajar so she let herself in. He was in the kitchen with his best friend. Nodding to his friend he walked over to her and kissed her cheek. The friend was leaning against the counter, watching them intently.

Without a word she eyed the living room and chose to stand next to the large stuffed chair facing the kitchen and placed her hand on top of it.

He moved behind her and lifted her skirt, admiring her smooth white behind that was uncovered. He wasted no time guiding himself into her then wrapping his hand into her hair and pulling her head up so she was forced to look into the kitchen.

Music

The wall felt ice cold compared to her body as
he pushed up her dress over her thighs.
His hand snaking between her legs, his fingers slipping inside.
Her whimpers were music to his ears.
Slowly he teased her, watching her eyes close,
hearing her breathing labor under his expert touch.

Two or three?

"So what are you doing?" He spoke into the phone as he stretched out on the bed next to his wife.

"Just laying here, relaxing." She said coyly.

"Wearing?" His left hand snaked over to squeeze his wife's breast while he waited for the answer he wanted to hear. His wife grinned at him and started to stroke him through his gym pants.

"Nothing, I'm going to bed soon!" she giggled into the phone.

"Under the covers?" He asked into the phone then pushed him wife's hand towards her own breasts.

"Mmmhmm." He heard the rustling of the bedsheets.

"I want you to pinch your nipple gently as if I was there doing it." He looked directly into his wife's eyes as he spoke to the woman on the phone. He could hear the sheets shift through the phone as he watched his wife push up her shirt then roll her nipple between her fingers.

"Now push both your breasts together and up high, offering them to me." His pants getting tighter as he watched his wife offering her breasts to him and imagining the woman on the phone doing the same thing.

"Oh how I want to bury my face into them." 

He heard a soft sigh from the other end of the phone as his wife waved her beautiful breasts at him.

"Are you wet?" He asked.

"I don't know, should I find out?" came the not so innocent answer from the other end of the phone.

"Yes I think you should, slide your hand between your legs and tell me how wet you are for me."

He watched his wife spread her legs, pushing her fingers inside of her.

The light shone off her wet fingers as she lifted them towards him. 

He heard the moans from the woman on the other end as she slipped her fingers into between her wet folds.

"Yes I'm very wet for you."

When asked, show!

"So show me."
She nervously laughed thinking he's kidding right? He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the couch looking at her expectantly. Pulling her shirt off her shoulder she showed the white set she had picked out for that evening.
"See just like I told you."
He pushed her over the ottoman and brought his hand down hard on her ass. Grabbing her hair he pulled her head back, "Are you enjoying that slut?"
"Yes, " she moaned.
"Yes what?"
"Yes Sir."
After a few more swats he pulled her up by her hair again and waited. Slowly she pulled her shirt over her head then paused, "You want to see the bottom too, huh?" One look at his face was enough to motivate her to unbutton her pants and drop them to the floor. He looked at her then pushed her over the ottoman and the stinging slaps started again.

A new job?

She had heard the rumors, he knew the minute you walked into his office if he was going to hire you or not. She smiled at the mirror, twisting to see her ass in the black thong. After slipping the strapless blue dress over her head and stepping into her heels she was ready.

"Ms. Gray he will see you now." She was waved back to his office. Stepping inside she opted to close the door behind her. After a loud click he turned to see her standing, waiting.

"Come in please," he motioned to the chair in front of his desk. "Do you have your resume with you?"

She sat in the chair then reached down into her purse to grab her resume, giving him a clear view of her breasts. Smiling, she handed it to him."I think you'll find I would be a great asset to your team Sir."

"Looking at your resume I see you have quite an impressive background in sales and we do have two positions open at the moment. I'm just not sure which one you would be better suited to fill." He said as he laid the paper on his desk, leaned back in his chair and leveled his gaze with hers.

"One position is entirely as a front person, encouraging people to purchase our services. While I do believe you'd excel in that position there is another that you may find greater satisfaction from. A more behind the scenes position so to speak."  He paused waiting to see the recognition in her eyes.

"What would be the benefits of the second position you are looking to fill?" she asked coyly.

"It would be a hands on kind of job and you would be compensated adequately. With each task you finished there would be a bonus depending on how well you performed. Regular reviews of your work would be done each week by me. "

"Will this be a temporary position or is there room to advance within the company?" She questioned.

"That depends on you," he pushed back his chair and walked around the desk to stand next to her. She looked directly at the bulge in her line of sight then looked up at him. Sliding her tongue over her lips slowly she reached for his dress pants.

Daddy's little girl

He opened the door just as she came up the walk way. By the smile on his face and the blind fold in his hand she knew this evening was going to be exactly as he wanted. Leaning over to kiss her cheek he whispered into her ear, "Gonna be Daddy's good little girl tonight?" Visions of a few days earlier crept into her mind.

He laid with his head propped on the pillow watching as she worked her tongue over his cock. He murmured above her, "You are Daddy's good little cocksucker, aren't you?" She moaned her agreement.
"Gonna be a good little girl for all of Daddy's friends?" She wiggled against his fingers sliding up and down her ass.
"Would you struggle against Daddy's friends?"
"No Daddy," She moaned loudly.
"But what if I request that you do? What if I want to see you struggle and fight as they pull you over the coffee table, wrap a belt around your neck holding you in place as one fucks you from behind?" His fingers pushed into her sopping pussy.
"Oh baby you are so wet." he groaned.

In that moment she felt his hand wrap around her waist and guide her into the living room. The voices ceased and she felt their stares boring into her as Daddy unbuttoned her dress, letting it drop to the floor.  Her body covered only in the barest form by the black silk set.

Who is a bad girl?

He was scrolling through his phone as they sat next to each other on the couch, music drifting from the stereo. She glanced up and saw flashes of herself, she smiled.

"Do you know who sent me these?" he asked barely looking at her.

She shrugged a bit, "I don't know, some annoying chick?"

"No, more like a very bad girl," he stated, " all day I kept getting pictures at the worse moments while I was at work." She couldn't help but smiled at the thought of him walking around at random points in the day with a raging hard on.

"Stand up," he said. She rose from the couch and stood in front of him.

"Do you know what happens to bad girls?" she shook her head no but started to feel a sense of dread.

He stood and guided her to the end of the couch. With his hand on the back of her neck he pushed her over, her ass in the air.

"Pull down your pants." she reached under her to undo her belt then revealed her white skin.

"No panties? You really are a bad girl, " she heard behind him as his hand caressed her ass. "And that is why you deserve this." His hand swatted her left cheek. The sting made her moan into the pillows but  the swats soon turned harder and more persistent. She found herself trying to move away from them but his hand on her lower back refused to let her.

The heat and stinging disguised the fact that he had stopped spanking her, she laid there breathing heavily into the pillow when she heard his pants hit the floor and felt his fingers push inside of her. She was sopping wet. His hand pulled her wetness straight up to her ass, circling the tight pucker he loved so much.  With cock in hand he pushed into her ass slowly. She groaned and pushed back against him until he was buried deep inside of her.

"This is what happens to bad girls," he said as he leaned over and whispered into her ear.

Her moans getting louder as he withdraw and thrust himself once more, "Who is a bad girl?"

"I am a bad girl," she said loudly as she started to cum.

Can I help you?

You could always tell when summer was right around the corner, the stores were chock-full of  people desperate to shed the winter look. The bathing suit rack seemed as if a tornado had hit it. After sifting through I managed to find a lovely jade set. Glancing about I spotted the changing room, just needed to check the top I thought.

I smiled at the attendant as she did the obligatory item count, "Just this one?"

"Yes, definitely don't want a mishap at the beach," I laughed as she directed me towards the back.

"I'm sure you wouldn't hear anyone else complaining," she said as I walked away, I could feel her eyes following me.

Every stall was empty which surprised me with as busy as the store was. Randomly picking one I tossed my purse on to the bench, closed the door and began to unbutton my shirt. Glancing up at the mirror I was surprised at how pale my skin looked under the florescent lighting.

"I'm going on break in a minute just want to try on the skirt," I heard the attendant tell her counterpart as she walked into the dressing room. The stall next to mine opened followed by the standard rustling of someone trying to get out of their jeans.

I had just started to pull the bathing suit top up when I heard the door click. In the mirror I watched her slip in behind me, "Did you need any help?" She asked as she stood near me, our eyes locked in the mirror.

With one eyebrow raised I lowered my arms letting the top slip off my shoulder.

Weekend Reports..

"What to wear...."
"Are you asking me or telling me?"
"Telling you. :-)"
"*waits*
"It is going to be warm out so a nice skirt, a tank top or tee shirt not too lose, comfy shoes, bra is fine, panties none"

And guess what, she listened. *grins*

Slow to burn.

The freeway was overflowing and traffic was at a stand still. The windows were lowered with the music floating over her, she leaned back and relaxed. No sense getting aggravated, she mused. The cell phone blinked on the seat next to her.

"Are you thinking of me?"

She hadn't been but in that moment thoughts of his voice, hands, body swirled into her head. She felt the heat emanate between her legs. Glancing to her left she caught the eye of the driver, the huge truck gave the driver quite the view. She clenched her legs and typed her response.

"Now I am thank you very much. Traffic's at a standstill. *sighs* How are you?"

 The last night they had spent together flashed. She had been on her knees begging. Her nipples had been pulled, twisted and tortured. Her ass teased, stretched and used. Her pussy fucked over and over. And yet she couldn't stop begging for more.

The phone flashed again, "Hard"

At the movies, Gray style!

The seats were rather uncomfortable to say the least. The armrest in between couldn't raise but that didn't stop them from sitting as close as possible. They gravitated towards each other from the moment they met, the sexual chemistry was over powering. Before the lights had even dimmed hands started moving, explorer, caressing.  It wasn't the first kiss but it fueled the fire even more. The movie played as background noise to her soft whimpers and moans. His hand stroked the side of her face, down to her throat wrapping around. Her panties were wet prior but in that moment, she was soaked. He squeezed and she wanted to cum.

Explosion

"Come on, let's go play in my room." It was a statement not a question as he grabbed her hand leading her down the hallway.

The request had been no bra or panties, wearing something that slipped easily off. On the floor her tan pants laid in a puddle, the rest didn't matter. The tank top could be pulled down when required.

The anticipation had been growing through out the day. She wasn't allowed to cum, he stated it would be his hand, mouth and cock that would be bringing that about.

Her fingers slipped between her lips while his pushed inside of her. He pushed her hand away then went back to work teasing her. Her fingers crept back into place, aching to cum quickly after being made to wait. He pushed her hand away once again and followed by a quick slap to her pussy. The tingle caused her to gasp loudly.

"They will get harder if you don't stop." She smiled and wondered just how hard, knowing there was only one way to find out. Her hand moved in slowly but before she could press one finger inside he pushed her hand away and slapped her again, harder. It stung but wasn't enough to discourage her from trying again. He held her hand above her head and brought the other hand down hard. This time almost brought tears to her eyes. He wasn't kidding and she decided she had had enough of that game.

His fingers pumped in and out of her, up over her clit then down to her anus. Slipping one in she felt herself climbing towards the desired orgasm. As her hips would rise, he'd stop and push her back down. She'd whimper as he began his assault again on her body. His mouth on her nipple while his fingers circled her clit before pushing inside of her hitting her g-spot again. Her body clenching and hips rising, almost to the edge and he'd stop. Pushing her back down against the bed. Each time brought more frustration and curse words out of her mouth.

"When you cum I want you to explode," he explained. She laid there whimpering, seeking his mouth and tongue. Laying kisses to the side of his neck silently begging him to let her cum.

She laid there each time he stopped feeling herself slipping further away from the situation and into the sensations. The desire to help herself to orgasm was gone, his hands and mouth were her focus. When he asked her if she was ready to cum it didn't register until she felt him hitting her g spot hard and relentless. Her hips rose off the bed, her moans louder. In that moment she was lost.

"I'll get you a towel," he said as he moved from the bed. She was confused as to why she'd need a towel. Then her hand moved down the side of her stomach, it was slick. The bed sheet, coated. Blinking she realize she had indeed exploded, all over the place.

"As a compliment to you, you hit my shoulder when you came. Which was three feet away."  The oddest compliment she had ever laughed too.

Brownies

"Why do you bother wearing anything in the kitchen?" he said as he leaned against the counter watching her stir the batter. Her ass swaying in time with the strokes.

"Because I don't want to end up burnt while I'm cooking!" she exclaimed as she looked over her shoulder. A few more quick strokes and it was ready to be poured into the greased pan.

He envisioned splaying her out on the counter, pouring the batter over her breasts down her stomach and between her legs in a thin line then following with his tongue. He shifted from one foot to the other as the bulge in his pants became uncomfortable.

She smoothed out the mix in the pan, tapped it on the counter then bent over to put it in the oven, the roundness of her ass was almost too much for him to handle. He waited for her to close the oven, set the timer and smile at him. Pulling her towards him she leaned up for a kiss but instead he turned her around, pushed her over the counter and pulled down her pants. His fingers plunged inside of her, soaked.

"Making brownies turns you on?" he asked.

"Of course, you know how I love my chocolate," she said grinning as she pushed back against his hand.

Rumpled bedsheets

The rumpled bedsheets indicated he hadn't a decent nights sleep. She wandered to the side of the bed ruffling his hair slightly to wake him. He looked up at her with sleepy eyes, smiled and patted the bed next to him. Kicking off her shoes she laid down, her back to his chest. He nuzzled her neck while her hands stroked down his back and thighs. He was quite happy to see her she mused silently as she rubbed her behind against him.

He breathed deeply the scent of her hair combined with her sweet perfume. His body twitched at the thought of tasting her.

"I want you to sit on my face," he growled into her ear. She grinned as she leaned up then positioned herself fully clothed over his face, knees on both side of his head.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked innocently.

He could smell her arousal even through her jeans. His hands grabbed her thighs firmly pulling her closer to him, nestling his nose right to her very center. She wiggled and  pressed into his face slightly then pushed off the covered to see just how excited he was. She swirled her tongue around the top of his cock.

"How unfair, you get to taste and I don't!" he groan as he swatted her behind.

Dessert first please.

The corner table was partially in the dark, the idea was to create a sense of privacy and importance. The moment they slid into booth her hand settled on his thigh. Quite the change of pace for him he mused when he glanced down. The glint in her eyes indicated this evening would be exhilarating.

As the wine was being poured her hand moved up and down his leg, squeezing his thigh then traveling higher each time. He didn't falter when he thanked the waiter and informed him they would be waiting to order dinner. He debated briefly telling the waiter that dessert was going to come first tonight.

Let's go hiking!

The sun was still in the rise over the red mountain tops. The morning air was warmed from the heat emanating off the large boulders. The silence broke only by the sounds of the crickets off in the distance. She smiled over her shoulder at him. He knew that look, trouble was bouncing around in that head of hers.

Steadily they climbed up, around the brush and through small crevices of stone. Farther away from the main road and out of way of possible prying eyes. In the distance he could hear the sound of rushing water. He stopped for a moment to catch his breathe and watched her disappear ahead. The possibilities of this morning excited him and pushed him to continue the climb.

As he slowly climbs the last set of rocks he heard a splash over the sound of the waterfall. Easing over the top he saw her clothes, casually thrown on the ground as she made her way into the water. She beckoned him to join her.   

"The water is warm," her voice trailed off as she eyed the waterfall.

Did you know?

Dirty messages sent from someone I'm attracted too turn me on.


And he knows it, enjoys teasing me with his thoughts and actions.