The Craving

My hands shook as I patted my hair and smoothed my shirt, then from the pocket of my jeans I removed the compressed powder and flipped it open to check myself in the tiny mirror. I wanted my lips to look perfect. Pouting and pleading as I knelt on the grass to take his cock in my mouth. I knew he liked it that way.

With a mischievous smile I descended the steps that led to the maple tree. I could see the outline of his imposing body standing under a low branch. He tossed the cigarette aside, the orange glow slowly fading in the moist grass.

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Taste Test

‘We take the half-full bottle and set off into the field. The vines are bursting with vitality at this time of year, the leaves bright green and the fruit beginning to ripen. It only takes a turn or two and we are out of sight.

I pull him down onto the grass, kissing him with an open mouth. His hips settle against mine, my summer dress giving way as I open my legs to accommodate him. We kiss and kiss, as passionate as teenagers. His lips are soft, though he has a hint of stubble on his chin and cheeks. I kiss his neck, his nose, his ear, and clutch him to me.

His hand moves between my legs, easing my panties aside and dipping his fingers into my wetness. I groan as he finds my clit and rubs it with long strokes, up and down. I can feel his cock through his jeans, hard and urgent with desire.

He shuffles down, moving his head between my legs and begins to lick. I glance around to make sure we are unseen, and then lie back, ready to give in to sensation.

But Nathan has a perverse sense of humour. “Hmmm,” he says, licking his lips and looking at me with a grin. “Shall I give you the taste test?” He dips his tongue into me again, and I laugh. “Good body, nice colour and it sits well on the tongue. Perfectly aged, too.” I swat him, and he giggles. “Yes, yes, I think this pussy shows promise, but I’ll need to sample it again.”‘

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Rumba Club

Enrique is about to fuck me up against the wall of a bathroom stall. Right here inside the club, sequestered in our enclave, the most unseemly of all my haunts.

His cock is solid, and so very thick. His dark nipples are like candy in my lipstick-smeared mouth. He grabs my hair, pulls it hard. I feel a momentary ripple of fear: I barely know him.
“I am yours, make me yours,” he whispers, and I am soothed.

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Downward Dog

Jay stepped forward and I felt that first blunt push of cock to cunt. I still couldn’t breathe. But that was fine. He was in. Big hands on my hips, slipping in hard, pulling back slow. Hard, slow, hard, slow as I rocked on my hands and watched my red hair brush the purple mat.

My cunt clutched up around him as the very tip of one finger found my clit. Stroked.

“I’m losing my balance,” I moaned. Right there. So close.

“I’ve got you. Let go.”

I lifted my hands. Hung there. He held me tight. Fucked me slower then faster. Keeping me right on the edge. “Please.”

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Private Dancer

Moving to the sultry music, I tossed the wrap onto Peter’s easy chair. I backed my ass against the pole and began sliding up and down. As I did this, I bent over and using both hands I lifted out my ample brown breasts. I looked into the mirror again. I couldn’t believe how beautiful they were! Watching myself, I raised them even higher and licked them. The nipples now stuck out a good half inch…and ladies, those brownish-black babies were hard!

Incredibly turned on, I reached down to slip my finger inside the top of the matching red g-string.

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