The Cheaters Lair

Climax At Midnight

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 02:19:00 +0000

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife

Leo was a freak, no doubt. He was buck wild. I never would have guessed that about his Ivy-league ass. He was always so buttoned up and professional, since he was the youngest to ever be promoted to partner at Simon, Wallace, and Elliot. Even when Leo posed in front of women, he was cool and smug. He’d slither his eyes around our bodies, and barely give off even a hint of arousal. Except when he was around me.

Right after Brad was hired at the firm, Leo had a party for his new team. When Brad introduced him to me I saw a little glint in his wink and he tried to wash his eyes over me with discretion. He shook my hand, holding it just a bit too long, rubbing his long manicured fingers across my palm. After that I caught him stealing glances at me when he thought I wasn’t looking. The longer we knew each other, the bolder he got.

It finally reached a point where he’d hug me and kiss me to greet me, and hug me and squeeze me when we were leaving, like he and I were life-long pals. Now that I look back on his overt sexual advances, I felt remiss that I never played up to him sooner.

I kept telling myself that Leo was just a temporary amusement. But the reality was the more we fucked, the more we liked it and the better it got. He kept pulling me in deeper, tolling me back to his condo. He even started pulling out his box of “toys” on me. That’s when I started to see just how kinky his mind worked.

I had my own toys, but Brad never allowed me to use them during sex. He complained that I had his whole body to use as a toy, plus he was interactive. But Leo was all for toys, watching me get off on what he was doing to me with them, getting himself all lathered up, then fucking me with the fury of Hurricane Rita. And I found myself looking forward to it and daydreaming about it increasingly each day.

During our last encounter, he introduced me to a new vibrator, one that was controlled by musical impulses from an mp3 player. It seemed crazy at first, but did it ever provide a helluva kick! We were stretched out in the bed when he whipped the thing out. We had been playing with each other, both of us topless, him down to his ass-hugging briefs.

“What’s that contraption?” I asked.

“What does it look like, Miss Smarty?”

We had gotten pretty comfortable with each other in a short time. He had a quick wit, but my sharp tongue was right there to cut him down to size, and he seemed to enjoy our back and forth.

“It’s new, I got it to try out on you, just for you. I think you’ll get a real kick out of this.” He put the headphones on me and told me to lean back on him.

I did it. First, he rubbed the pole over my skin, letting me feel the speed of the vibrations change as he turned up the volume and changed the music tempos.

“That tickles!” I giggled aloud. He rubbed the little joy stick over my breasts, while he was busy with his hand in my pants.

“Now let’s try it down here.”

He started pushing my pants down, and I helped him remove the binding, eager to try out this little gadget. I leaned back on him again, feeling him getting harder against my back. He pulled my legs apart, positioning the pink pole right on my clit, increasing the volume of the music in my ears as he licked and sucked my neck. The pleasure pole radiated heat and energy from the epicenter in my core out to the tips of my fingers and my toes.

“Oh shit Leo, that feels good!”

We kept playing with different tempos of music and he alternated between having the pole up in me and his fingers in me. Then he started licking me and sucking my clit, while shoving the little vibrating pole in me. I thought I was going to die. The stimulation of the vibrations inside me brought on a climax within minutes, and I drowned his tongue. He kept licking and sucking and poking me until I went straight to orgasm number two. It was unreal.

“Ummm hmmm, I like this game,” he purred, rubbing his tongue up and down my thighs. “Now it’s time for the real action.”

He didn’t waste one second climbing on top of me, and pumping me like mad, pulling my body into different positions. Once he had seen how limber I was, the sky was the limit on how he might position my legs, or what angle he decided to use. We were soaked with sweat and everything else. Good grief, even with Brad, I never had so many wild orgasms.

Now Leo wanted to change things up again. He wanted to get outdoors. I thought he had lost his mind when he texted me with his suggestion for Friday night.

“Let’s go to the park and see a movie after dark.”

A movie? I thought.

“What are you talking about?” I texted back. “And where the hell are you that you aren’t talking to me? You know I don’t like leaving footprints.”

“Don’t worry, I’m in a meeting, sitting not far from your husband. I needed a quick turn-on. It’s kinky that I’m texting you while I’m looking dead at him. I’m getting hard.”

Oh my God, he was crazy! I wanted to kill him, but it aroused me, knowing that he was sitting there next to Brad getting a hard-on because of me. Still, I wasn’t about to say anything incriminating. Let him do the chatting.

“So, what movie outdoors?”

“The park in Plainfield. Last movie outdoors for the summer. I want to go with you.”

“Well, let me check things out and I’ll let you know. You call me later.”

“Want to come play with me now? I’ll bring some toys.”

I laughed to myself, spreading my legs apart under my desk. I started thinking about the last episode with his little toy, and it got my juices flowing. I let my hand graze under my skirt just for a second, feeling the heat rise.

“Yeah, might be kinda hard right now, I’m too busy.”

“You bet it’s hard, that’s the best time!”

I squirmed in my chair even more. Just then, one of my associates knocked at my door. I jumped, crossing my legs quickly, trying to wipe the silly grin off my face. I motioned for him to enter, as I ended Leo’s play time for the day. I could hardly wait to talk to him now.

Leo finally called me before he left the office to finish the details about our “date”.

“Leo, you do realize how risky this is, right? Being seen out in public, and right in our neighborhood.”

Leo scoffed. “What, you embarrassed to be seen out with me or something? I don’t care what people might think.”

“No Leo. I mean, we’re married and somebody might ‘make’ us. What if somebody sees us?”

I heard Leo sigh and breathe deeply. I knew this would be a fight I would lose. One thing I quickly learned about him was that he was as stubborn as an old jack-ass.

“Tate, baby, it’ll be dark. Nobody will be paying attention to us. Plus, I got something really kinky in mind for you. It’ll be well worth your time, promise.”

Now I sighed. I might as well save my breath. Arguing with the attorney was futile. I capitulated.

“Ok, ok, I’ll meet you at the park.”

I could detect the smile in his voice. “And wear something loose.”

Now he really had me curious. Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

Leo had fixed it so Brad would be working late, allowing me time to shower, change, and get out of the house before he got home. I got Clarissa to cover me, as usual. All the planets were aligning. Even the weather had cooperated. The evening was breezy and dry, with clouds floating past the moon. Perfection.

I pulled up in the parking lot to the park and spotted Leo standing perched against his convertible Jag. He looked very different—sportier. He had changed out of his starched dress clothes and put on something completely out of character for him. He had on a knit zip-front tan and emerald jersey with dark green khakis. He had also cut his hair and got it styled differently, with a slight part on the side. But the real topper was that he had his goatee and beard trimmed up just like Brad wore his. This man was primping for me! And the hell if it wasn’t working, because his tall, tanned body looked like he should have been stretched out on the cover of PlayGirl.

I strolled over to him slowly, taking in every detail of his appearance.

“Damn, Leo, what the hell happened to you?”

I slid up on him, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with his hair.

“What do you mean, what happened? You don’t like it?” He frowned.

“No, no, I love it! You look so hot, I just want to rip this shirt off you right now.” I pulled down on the zipper on the shirt, exposing more of his chest.

He grinned, looking relieved. “Well don’t do that, it’s new! I thought you might like it.”

“What are we watching anyway?”

“Breakfast at Tiffany’s, your favorite.”

Oh my God! The man had been listening to me during our late night pillow talk! What the hell was going on with him? We were just supposed to be fuck buddies. Now he was acting like he was my man or something. I didn’t know if I should run or be flattered. I stayed, following his lead into the park, as he grabbed a blanket and basket from his car.

We sat on the ground, as far away from any other couples as we could get so we could fool around. Leo had his hands all over me, especially once the movie started. Next thing I knew, he had his pants unzipped, and had his hand in his pants, pulling at his dick. His other hand was roaming inside my panties, getting me wet. Then he pulled me on his lap.

“Come up here,” he instructed, grabbing me by the waist and centering me on his crotch. He had me sitting right on his steely dick, and I could feel it pushing against my clit. I almost forgot where we were, about to make noise out loud. He rubbed his hands over my nipples, sliding one hand back between my legs, while he licked and sucked my earlobe. I had to fuck him, but it didn’t seem to be the right place to do it. We were still surrounded by people, and we were out in the open. I heard Leo whispering in my ear.

“Put it in you and fuck me. Right now.”

Now he was nuts. How the devil?

“Leo, somebody will see us,” I whispered back, while he kept grinding his hand over my clit. He had pushed my skirt up in such a way that he was basically covered up with me on top of him. Maybe it could work. Dammit, he had me so worked up that I needed it to work.

“Come on baby, no one will see it. You got me covered. Just move slowly.”

He picked me up high enough so I could grab him and position him inside me. I got my legs in a position where I could crouch back and rock on him, virtually undetected. I pushed my panties aside and eased down on his hot, tempting cock. He held me tight, keeping one arm around my waist and getting his other hand back between my legs, massaging my clit. Doing all those squats paid off, enabling me to ride up and down on him, holding him tightly within my muscles.

I was facing the movie screen, but I didn’t see a thing. My eyes were closed and my body was his, lost in one of the most erotic sex thrills I’d ever had. He buried his lips on my neck and ear and rubbed his fingers back and forth over my erect nipples, driving me insane with all the different sensations. Listening to his breathing and grunting in my ear made me even hotter. I came hard, even though we were barely moving. The pleasure waves washed over my body like a raging fire. Just the thought of how he was filling my pussy, sliding his dick in and out ever so slightly, made me come again. I wanted to scream out, as I felt him succumb to our dance, throbbing with a wild release inside my walls.

He was whispering in my ear the whole time, talking about how hot my pussy was, and he never had fucked any woman as hot as I was. He said he was in love with my dripping, broiling, tight pussy, and how he’d do anything to be able to keep fucking me. I had gone to super-nova state, he had me so out-of-my mind and burning with desire to keep fucking him. It was so intense that we kept milking each other until the movie was just about over.

Afterwards, Leo had me locked up in his car, our lips glued together in a passionate kiss. With everything we had been doing, if I hadn’t been on the pill I probably would have been the one to be having his baby. The man was fucking me like he was in total possession of me, like we belonged together. I could feel his touch changing. It started off as lust, greedy and selfish and feeding his arousal. Now, I could tell he cared. He cared what I thought about him, he spent more time talking to me, and he wanted to go out more and more, like we were a couple. This was turning into an affair. He was moving too fast. This was not in my plan.

Leo finally let my lips go. He was looking into my eyes with intent, like he was searching for something. His emerald green eyes were sparkling in the sparse night light.

“Want to go to the city?”

I hesitated. We really needed to slow things down. “Leo, what’s happening with us, huh? What’s happening with you?”

He looked confused. “What do you mean, what’s happening?”

“I mean, we’ve been spending more and more time together. You’re starting to act like you’re my man. Maybe we need to take a break.”

He looked at me like I had just plunged a dagger in his heart. “A break? For what? You getting bored this soon?”

“No, no. I’m having the time of my life. I love being with you, and sex is out of this world.” I rubbed my hand over the nape of his neck, twirling a lock of his hair over my finger.

Now he seemed a little defensive. “So what the fuck do we need a break for? This is working for me, and seems to be working for you. I’ve never been with anyone like you. I need more, not less.”

I looked directly into his eyes. “That’s just what I mean. We are married to other people. We can’t cut them out. I never thought we’d get so deep.”

“Look, I never thought I’d be fa--, I mean, I didn’t expect to take things this far either.”

It seemed like he wanted to say something different, but he started stumbling over his words, really out of character for the great orator. He was running his hands through my hair, looking like he was choosing his next words carefully.

“Tate, look, Brad is going to be partner soon. And I’m going to be moving to Senior Partner. Things can really change for us. And I have something planned for you, a surprise. So just stick with this, please? Stop over analyzing things! God, you techno-geeks!”

He laughed, kissing my forehead.

I laughed too. Yes, I did over analyze things.

“But that’s what you enjoy about me right? My sizzling brain!”

He pulled my lips back on his. “Yes, I love that sizzling brain packed up in this gorgeous, glorious body.”

We were back in the lip lock again, him trying to persuade me to stay with him all night with his kisses and the promise of the rock-hard dick he kept pressing into my crotch. My body enjoyed being encased in his massive biceps. My mind was busy calculating all the risks, wondering just what the hell I was going to do with Leo Smith, Esq.

Sex Behind The Wheel

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 02:50:00 +0000

I was soaking in the Jacuzzi, relaxing my body and mind after a hectic week. The day before (and into the night) I had another session with Leo. As he had promised, he fucked the daylights out of me. He took me to an apartment in Chicago that he used for business, when he had to stay for cases downtown and he didn’t feel like going back to the suburbs. This time we could get as loud and kinky as we wanted, and we did. He wanted me to stay all night, but there was no way I could pull that off. I had to lie my ass off to Brad as it was.

I sat in the tub letting the bubbly water tickle my skin, as my fingers tickled my outer lips. I opened my legs wider and let my fingers roam inside. I closed my eyes and sank deeper in the water, thinking about how I enjoyed Leo, but wondering who would be next on my list. Leo was getting greedy, but I wasn’t ready to let that ship sail just yet. My fingers probed inside my hot slit deeper and harder, and I thrust my hips faster against my own hand, working to bring the orgasm to really make me relax.

I had the sudden feeling that I was being watched. I opened my eyes to see Brad standing there, grinning at me with his hand grappling his dick.

“Damn baby, I was trying not to disturb you. It’s too hot watching you get yourself off. Want some help from Big Boy?”

I wanted to tell him no, that I had plenty of dick within the last twenty-four hours. But he had his clothes off and was already approaching the tub before I could blink my eyes.

“Damn Brad, you just threw your Hugo Boss suit on the floor. Shouldn’t you be hanging that up?”

He stepped in the tub, getting himself between my legs. “Who cares. I can afford to buy another one. Right now all I can think about is getting in my wife’s hot ass pussy.”

I laid back, opened my legs and let him have his fun. My mind was busy thinking about my next target. It wasn’t until we were cuddling in bed that I got my inspiration.

Brad had screwed me from the bathroom to the bed. Now I was really wiped, and all I could do was lay there in his arms.

“Babe, I need to change cars with you tomorrow. I’ve got some client meetings and I’ve got to be in court, so I have to leave early. I need you to take the Benz to the shop. I need the engine checked out. I’ll take your Lexus.”

He knew the mechanic’s shop was on my way to work. That’s when it hit me, my next target.

“You, letting me take the coveted Benz? Sure, I’ll take it in. Anything for you honey,” I crooned, solidifying the plan in my head.

“Thanks baby, I owe you one. I’ll leave you my Amex. You can go shopping too, get yourself something sexy.”

Humph, now he was being generous too? Wonder who he had fucked now. Or was going to fuck. I needed to check his planner when I got in my office in the morning. All this subterfuge was wearing me down.

I couldn’t get to my computer fast enough when I got to work. I was waiting for my systems to come up when my phone rang.

“Can I even get my chair warm?” I complained. I checked the display, and it was Leo. Good grief, we had just been together a day ago. I answered.
“Hey Sexy, how you feeling this morning?”

Leo was sounding all bright and chipper. I knew why he was calling. Could only be one reason.

“Leo, I’m still recovering from everything you did the other day, baby. What’s on your mind?”

“You, what else? When we getting together again? I want to see you this weekend. We can go to the city again.”

I rubbed my temple. I loved fucking Leo, but I hadn’t planned to turn into his mistress. Damn!

“You think that’s a good idea? So soon? I can’t come up with a story for Brad that fast.”

“Come on Tate. You can think of something. I need to see you again. You’ve got me addicted to that shit.”

“And what about Tammy, won’t she be suspicious?”

“No, I can always use business as an excuse. She knows nothing about the apartment. Can you try to work something out?”

I gave him a tidbit to appease him. “Ok, I’ll see what I can do. No promises.”

“Good. I’ll be talking to you Sweetie.”

Good grief, wasn’t he trying to get his wife pregnant? How was that going to happen if he kept unloading his seed with me? Men!

Another thought hit me, one Leo brought up. Was Brad still pulling the same shit with me? Pretending to have all these business meetings to see his bimbos? Did he have some secret hideaway too? I knew he didn’t have the money Leo had, but he could finagle something. Now I had all sorts of thoughts running through my mind, and more things to research. I was so distracted that I almost forgot about my mission for the day.

When I dropped Brad’s car off that morning, my target wasn’t at work yet. Brad’s trusted mechanic was an old friend of his. He actually owned the shop. Lonnie was quite a looker too. I had known him since I met Brad, and we had flirted back and forth, but never anything serious. I didn’t know how he would receive my moves, since he had known Brad from way back in high school. Plus, the man looked like a pro basketball player. He was six three, with long, lanky muscles and clear mocha skin that made you want to sink your teeth into him and get a bite. He had no shortage of women oogling him either. I’m sure he got pussy thrown at him all day, so I would just be another. I didn’t know if my advances would work, but I’d soon find out. I couldn’t wait to get off work and get back to his shop.
Right before I got ready to leave I decided to call and see if the car was ready. It was just my luck that Lonnie answered the phone.

“Lonnie’s Motorwerks, Lonnie speaking.”

“Hey Lonnie, how you doing, it’s Tatiana.”

His tone changed immediately, switching from business to relaxed. I loved the smooth, deep sound of his voice. He reminded me of a younger Barry White.

“Hey, sexy Tatiana, how you doing baby? I saw you got my boy’s car in today. It’s ready when you are.”

I tried to sound as sexy as I could, dropping my voice an octave. “That’s good Lonnie. As usual, you’re right on top of things. You are the man!”

He laughed. “You’re ain’t never lied, I sure am. When you coming down?”
“I’m packing up my desk now, so I’ll be there within forty-five.”

“Ok baby, we’ll have her warm for you.”

I hoped he had other things warm for me too, as I jetted out the door.

The traffic wasn’t horrifying for a Friday, so I arrived at the shop without having to kill anyone. I pulled the loaner car right up into the first spot in the parking lot. Looked like everyone was gone. I got out and walked in the shop to find Lonnie standing there at the counter in a sexy pose, hovering over one of his pc’s. He looked up and spotted me, and started smiling.

“Hey, Curly top! Girl, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” He walked from behind the counter to come where I was to give me a hug. I expected him to smell like he had been working on cars, but he didn’t. He smelled like fresh soap, clad in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark navy work pants. He planted a kiss on my cheek, with those big, perfectly formed lips of his. I was dying to get my lips on his and taste him. Patience.

“Mmmm Lonnie, it’s good to see you too. You could visit people, you know. You know where we live.” I ran my hand over his exposed forearm. I wanted to make as much physical contact as possible. I lingered in his embrace, with my lips close to the open buttons on his shirt that exposed a hint of chest hair.

“Yeah, you’re right. So, how’s my boy? Still grinding the lawyer gig? With his tight-wad ass!” He released me, leaning against the counter, arousing me with his infectious smile.

“Yep, you know him. He’s close to making full partner. Didn’t he tell you?”
“No, I haven’t talked to him in a while. We haven’t been getting together like we used to. He’s been so busy, so hard to reach.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” I traced over his hand again. “So where is everybody? You here all alone?” I hoped he was.

“Just about, my last guy is getting ready to leave. I let my crew go early on Fridays, since we work late on Mondays.”

“Wow, what a nice boss!” I looked around, trying to find something to get me back in his arms again. I spotted a fine car up on the rack.

“What’s that car there? It sure looks expensive. Is that a Jag?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “No Curly, that’s an Aston Martin. I’ve been working on restoring her. Want to check it out?”

I had my opening. “Sure,” I sputtered with induced excitement. “Show me.”
Lonnie’s eyes lit up. I had found the path to his pants. Get him hot and bothered talking about cars.

He went to the wall and pressed the button to control the lift, bringing the car down to ground level. I watched the outline of his physique as he moved. My eyes lit up, anticipating exposing his rack as I peeled off his work uniform.

“She’s mesmerizing, a classic 1970 DB6.” His eyes danced as he walked along the car, caressing along the curves of the body like he was making love to a woman. He was turning me on, and I wanted to see him get that excited to touch me.

He went on and on about the car, reciting historic facts, what he had done to tweak the engine, blah, blah, blah. I pretended to really be interested, cooing as he spoke, leaning against the car suggestively, trying to get him to notice me, and not the car. I knew I looked seductive with my hair curled (he always seemed to react to me more when my hair was curled), my tits oozing out of a low-cut blouse accentuating my cleavage, and my ample ass molded by a custom fitted short skirt. All he had to do was push the skirt up a bit for easy access. But he wasn’t biting. He looked mildly amused, but not much else. What the hell was the problem? Had I lost my sex appeal?

“Want to check out the inside Curly?”

Finally, some movement. He opened the driver’s side door, motioning for me to get in.

“You know, I never let anybody get behind my steering wheel. You’re the first.”

“Oooh, I’m popping your cherry, I like that!” I grinned at him, biting my bottom lip as I fluttered my lashes at him. I ran my hands over the steering wheel, suggestively demonstrating how I could handle him. Now he was starting to wake up. He finally started focusing on me, as I pulled my legs in the car, one at a time, showing off my shapely thighs. His eyes followed, as he closed the door and sprinted over to the passenger side to get in.

“Can you work a stick?”

I laughed, letting my hand linger and rub over the gear shift in the car. I guess he was referring to the car.

“I haven’t in a while, but it’s just like handling a dick. Keep a firm grip, but don’t pull too hard. I’m sure I haven’t forgotten my technique,” I joked suggestively.

Now Lonnie licked his lips, rolling his eyes around my curves. “Really? Well, maybe you’d like to take her for a spin, once I get her purring like a kitten.”

He couldn’t have picked more perfect words. I leaned closer to him, running my fingers across his naked forearm again, then I invaded his shirt, dragging my fingers along his collar bone.

“Why don’t you take me for a spin and get me to purr?” I suggested, as I provocatively pushed my lips closer to his, staring into his big brown eyes.

He hesitated briefly, like he couldn’t believe this was me, coming on to him. Then he countered my move, grabbing my head and pulling my lips over his. I sank mine into his, and damn, did they feel every bit as juicy and sweet as they looked. I drove my tongue in between those velvety pillows, frolicking and tasting him. He got more frisky, pulling me closer to his side of the car, pushing the buttons through my blouse to open it as he sucked my lips harder. I felt his hot hands on my breasts, squeezing them, then pinching my nipples. My pussy got the message immediately and started throbbing. I groaned in Lonnie’s mouth, inching my hips closer to his lap.

“You sure you know what you’re doing?” he breathed in my ear. “Don’t be getting me all hard then run your ass away.”

I got right on top of his crotch, pushing his hands onto my thighs. I unbuttoned his shirt, unwrapping all that massive forest of hair and chocolate skin.

“Ummm, Lonnie, I know exactly what I’m doing . You gonna fuck me, or sit here talking about it?”

That was all the prompting he required. He jerked his pants open and he pushed my hand in to grab his dick, as he busied himself pushing my skirt up high enough so he could caress my naked ass. I loved the way his dick felt in my hand, plump and smooth, and now a bit sticky, soaked with pre-cum. I had to get a lick of that yummy looking candy stick.

I got down to lock my lips on his head, sucking gently and swirling my tongue across the slick surface. Lonnie leaned back and shoved his hips towards my face, grabbing my hair and pushing his dick nearly down my throat. I sure wasn’t ready for such a greedy reaction, but I let it slide, and let him slide in and out of my mouth. I was getting excited, feeling him growing steadily between my lips. I had to have him in me.

“Damn girl, I can’t believe you’re gonna let me get up in your sexy ass. I never thought this shit would happen.”

I was busy climbing up on his lap, barely hearing what he was saying. I had to let my pussy get a taste of his big, delicious pole.

“Come on Lonnie, take me for a ride, get it in me…Oh yessss, your dick is so hot.”

I slid my pussy down on him, engulfing him in my hot cavern. He dug his lips back into mine, grunting and grabbing me as I pushed my body up and lowered myself down with easy strokes. He pressed my breasts into his chest, rubbing my stiff nipples against all that hair. We kissed and bucked and drove each other crazy as I worked myself into a blazing explosion. Then he leaned the seat back, flipped me to the bottom, and drove his dick deep inside me. He had me writhing and yelling and scratching him for a good half-hour. He finally hit his climax, grinding his hips against me a final time with the force of a nuclear blast. He filled me with his raw sexual energy. He was sexy and amazing.

When he could finally speak again, he pressed his lips on me and asked me the question I knew was coming.

“Tatiana, I’m sure not complaining because this shit is hot, but what changed your mind to fuck me after all these years? I thought you were off limits.”

I smiled, gazing into his big beautiful eyes, as I grabbed a handful of his marbleized ass. “Times change, and I guess the time was just right finally. You looked so sexy today that I couldn’t stop myself.”

And I was telling him the truth. I had no intention to stop myself from having any man who turned me on, as long as I was on my vendetta. So that meant more Lonnie frequent flyer miles in my future.

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #4

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 05:32:00 +0000

Invading The Boy's Club

Brad had cheated, and I needed to know just how far his infidelity ran. He seemed content to let me believe it was only the slut next door, but I wasn’t accepting that. And I hoped he didn’t think that just because I let him fuck me that all was forgiven. Far from it. Now the investigation began.

Information was power. I learned that a long time ago, when I first learned how to hack into computer files. Brad may have been a big time attorney with a lot of powerful friends, but I had something to wield that I never used before. And I was about to use it now.

I had emails up to yazoo after being out of the office for three days, but I had to clear at least a half-hour to peek into the inner dealings of my husband. My job as network security director for a major credit repository gave me access to all types of data. What I didn’t have at my fingers, I hacked to retrieve. And now, for the first time, Brad was on my radar.

With a few clicks at the keyboard, I had cracked his little security pass, and hacked in the backdoor of his files on his company’s server. Now I could access everything he stored at work. I’d get into his laptop later. I smirked to myself, as I opened his calendar, and sure enough, he had various appointments listed there that didn’t look like client business to me. Most were during times that he told me he was in business meetings of some sort. So, he had been lying, and more than likely sleeping with these coded bimbos on his planner. My blood pressure rose to new heights again, as I tried to keep myself calm. I was at work, so I couldn’t lose my cool. But he would pay. Dearly. Starting with the little party at his boss’s house over the weekend.

I had to smile at myself, as I worked the crowd at Leo Smith’s soiree. I was turning into a hell of an actress. I managed to not only be with Brad, but continue to act like I knew nothing of his little dalliances, while he kissed me and waved his dick in my face. I smiled and let him fuck me, as I constructed my plan to fuck every man in his inner circle, starting with one of his bosses, Leo.

Leo had always flirted with me hard, but I smiled and played hard to get, ignoring him when I could. He was drop-dead gorgeous and lust inspiring, and every woman around was always talking about what they wanted to do to him. His tall commanding stature, god-like physique, angular features, sandy, wavy hair, and those piercing green eyes had all of us drooling over him and acting like silly school girls. And he knew he was hot. When he walked in the room, every wife, even those of the senior partners, locked their eyes on him. He had never moved me much before, because I had Brad, the other GQ-quality god the women would give their best panties for. But now, it was open season and time to go hunting.

I was standing at the dessert table, eyeing a piece of cake, when I felt the hot breath and his hard body behind me.

“You gonna eat one of those? Won’t you spoil that perfect girlish figure?” Leo breathed close to my ear.

He was so close to me that I swear I felt his dick pushing against my ass. His timing was perfect.

“Yes, I can afford to have one. With my workout schedule, I can eat anything I like.”

He leaned in closer, speaking softer. “Anything?”

“A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g.” I drug the letters across my tongue slowly and clearly, licking my lip as I turned slightly so he could see my mouth moving. He grunted, smoothing his tie down, obviously a little ruffled.

“Humph.” I felt his lips right at my ear. “Brad is sure a lucky man.”

This time there was no mistaking the hand I felt rubbing across my ass. I shocked the shit out of him by grabbing his hand and holding it there, as I raked my hand over his excitable bulge. I felt him jump.

I turned slightly again and whispered, “He sure is lucky, and you could be too, if you meet me later.”

I felt his cock twitch in his pants, as a sly smile stretched across Leo’s plump pink lips. He winked at me, pinched my elbow and slid away. I knew he’d be back.

Later on, the wives had gathered at one end of the house, talking about how their husbands got on their nerves with all their late hours. The men gathered at the other end, sipping their brandy and smoking their cigars, talking about all the hours they billed and all the conquests they made. As usual, Brad was right in the thick of it. I had noticed Leo milling around a few times, like he was looking for me, trying to send me a subtle signal. I excused myself, stating I needed a bio break. Leo was standing in a small room on the other side of the kitchen, nearly jumping out at me as I passed by.

“Dammit Leo, you scared the crap out of me. Can you ring a bell or something when you lurk around?”

He smiled, grabbing me by the elbow. “I was wondering if you saw me. Come here, I want to show you the new addition we’re doing on the other side of the house.”

He guided me down the hall and up the stairs, to the new, secluded section of the home. Touring their house was like being in a museum. The place was enormous.

“Tammy is planning on getting pregnant soon, so we’re adding a new wing for the baby. What do you think?”

I couldn’t have cared less, but I feigned interest, while pressing myself against his body. I came prepared, wearing a loose fitting light colored dress, and a thong that could easily be breached.

“It looks impressive, and so do you.”

I reached my hands up and ran them through his fine, short hair, caressing the back of his head, bringing my lips right to the edge of his but not kissing him. He did the rest, pressing his lips in tightly, pushing his tongue across my border and into my mouth. He tasted like cognac and smoke, but he felt manly and hard and it was turning me on. His lips pushed me against the wall. We inhaled each other, breathing hard and groping each other’s bodies. His hand explored under my dress, pushing it up to the curve of my stomach, as his fingers lightly grazed the top of my thong. I moved my legs apart, waiting for him to touch me inside.

“Oh shit Tate, you have no idea how long I’ve been dying to do this to you,” he gasped, as I grabbed his dick and rubbed it through his pants. “You’re so sexy, and you’ve had me fantasizing about getting my hands on this golden skin since I first set eyes on you.”

“Really?” I breathed, as I felt his fingers exploring and finally slithering between my lips. “So what are you going to do about it, now that you have me here?”

“Take your ass for a wild ride on this big ass cock.”

While he inched his fingers inside me, I got his pants opened to see if his claim was true. I pushed his pants and shorts over his hips, as he jammed his tongue in my mouth again. His dick greeted me, and he hadn’t lied. It was huge, much more than I expected from him. Still not Brad-size, but more than enough for me to have a ball with. I wanted to wrap my lips around the spear-shaped head, but we didn’t have all day. People might start to notice that both of us had vanished.

He let me know play time was over, when he pulled my dress over my head, exposing my braless breasts. He had already removed his jacket and tie before he found me, leaving me the task of unbuttoning his shirt to expose his beautifully tanned pecs. The wives would die if they could see what I was looking at.

“Damn woman, your body is breathtaking. Oh yeah, this is going to be some kind of shit here.”

He grabbed me, lifted me up and impaled me with his enormous erection, pinning me against the wall. I gasped, sucking in my breath as I felt him shove up in me, ripping my pussy apart. He propelled his hips at me, cradling my ass in his grasp. He was in his late forties, but the man had unbelievable strength and stamina. He controlled both our movements, pulling me over his dick and pushing his hot pole deep inside my molten walls. I wanted to scream, but I tried to muffle my sounds by burying my mouth over his.

“Shit Leo, you’re about to make me come, oh hell!”

That only encouraged him to pump me harder. I rubbed my hand over my clit, helping the impending explosion along. The combination of his hot dick spearing me, my tits bouncing against his chest and friction over my clit caused the eruption I was waiting for. I tightened my grip around his neck and ground my hips against him hard, enjoying feeling his dick within the clutches of my convulsing muscles. I heard him stifling his moans in my neck.

“Awww hell, that feels good on my cock. Work it baby. Make me come up in you.”

I had found my balance, and was rocking my hips against him. This shit was hot, hotter than I ever would have imagined fucking Leo would be. Good thing he had slipped on a condom, because when he came it was like a tidal wave. I mean he really exploded with power, making me feel like there was a bomb firing inside me. He made my whole body shake, and I felt him still pumping me as he pressed me even harder against the wall. I prayed nobody was around to see or hear this, because we’d both be dead. And my pussy felt so good I thought I would die anyway.

“Damn Leo, you got some kind of secret weapon down there? That was, oh hell, I can’t even come up with a word!” My body tried to recover from the Leo-domination.

Leo was breathing like a runaway train. “Oh yeah, you are too hot, and too tight. We have got to do this again, but somewhere else, where I can take my time and really fuck you senseless. Come on, we’d better get back before somebody comes looking for us.”

Leo led me to a nearby bathroom. We got cleaned up, adjusted ourselves, and got ready to re-enter the party. But not before he crushed my lips with a little going away gift. His kisses were like biting into a fresh, juicy peach.

“I’ll be calling you. I want to see you this week. I’ll set it up.”

I had no plans to fuck him again at first, but after what he laid on me, I knew there would be seconds. I smiled to myself, enjoying the tingling between my thighs as I strutted down the stairs and returned to the cackling hen house. Tammy was eyeing me suspiciously.

“Where the hell did you disappear to Tate? Thought you were going to the little girl’s room?”

I had to think quickly. I figured we were gone too long. “Oh, I did, but you know, I have never seen your whole house, and I was giving myself a little tour. Your place is gorgeous. I may have to make Brad upgrade mine too!”

Tammy grinned smugly. “Yes, well, when he becomes partner, which I hear won’t be long, you can get busy spending all that extra money he’ll be making. You know I take Leo to the cleaners everyday!”

“Yes,” I agreed, grabbing a glass of champagne from the serving tray. “I bet you do.”

I downed half the glass too quickly, grinning at the thought of taking Leo to the mattress in the near future.

Next: Sex Behind The Wheel

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #3

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 04:52:00 +0000

MAKE-UP SEX?

“I wish you would take your ass home, so your crazy ass husband can stop calling me!” Clarissa laughed, as she took a sip from her coffee mug.

I almost choked on my iced tea and I tried to swallow, hearing her recommendation.

“I’m not ready to deal with him yet. I can’t see him now. It’s still too raw. He had that bitch in my house, fucking her, and I saw it. Can you even get that into your skull? What if it was your man?”

“Oh, that’s easy! He’d have a knife shoved in his back, and you’d be trying to make my bail, right about now,” she chuckled.

“Ha, ha! Well, I wanted to kill him, and that’s why I put miles between us.”

“I know you haven’t talked to him yet, have you? He thought I was hiding you out here. He even drove by here. I saw his car through my bedroom window.”

“No, I’ve been too busy to talk to him.”

“I bet, with that hot ass dick rammed up in your snatch. Oh yeah, you were busy all right, you heffa!”

I snorted at her, recalling my three-day fuck fest with Alfonso. He was insatiable, and so was I. I didn’t know how he was getting his job done, because it seemed he was spending more of his shift in my room than anywhere else. As soon as he got off, he made a bee-line to my room, and fucked me until I couldn’t move. It was the most exciting three days and nights of my life. But now I had to get back. I knew my friend was right. I needed to reclaim my life, and confront my husband.

Just as we were discussing my options, my phone rang again. For the millionth time, it was Brad.

“Would you take his damn call please? Because he’ll only call me again if you don’t pick it up. Please!”

I finally relented, sucking in my breath and pushing the button.

“Brad,” I said dryly. “What the fuck do you want? Why do you keep blowing up my phone? I have no desire to talk to you.”

“Just what do you mean, running off like that! I’ve been going out of my mind looking for you, not knowing if you were dead or alive. You could have at least left me a message, just to let me know if you were ok. I’d never do that to you, I don’t care what goes down between us.”

“Blah blah blah. You didn’t give a fuck about me, bringing your bitch to my house to fuck her. So what do you care what I do?”

“Look, I know you won’t believe me, but it didn’t all go down like that. We need to talk. When are you coming home? I need to see you Tate. I haven’t even been able to go to work myself, cause I’ve been going out of my mind worried about you. Please come home baby. Please.”

He sounded so pitiful. And this was my Alpha-male husband, Mr. Corporate Attorney, the take-no-prisoners-always-in-control man. He never let anything get next to him. But now, he sounded like he was about to die, scared that I wouldn’t be back. Did it matter to him that much? I felt a crumb of empathy for him, and decided to give him a few hours of my time.

“Ok, I’ll come back, but just to talk, I’m not staying.”

“Good, thanks babe. You coming now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“I’ll be waiting for you.”

Clarissa was sitting there looking dead at me, inhaling every word.

“Thank goodness! Now I can get him out of my hair!”

“Don’t get too happy,” I warned. “I may be back, cause I don’t want to stay there. I can’t stay with him.” I gulped down the rest of my tea and grabbed my purse, trying to think what I would say to the man.

“Look, he fucked somebody, and now you fucked somebody. You’re even. Go home and try to work the shit out. You two have too much invested in each other to break up. He’s a man, and they will cheat. Maybe he got it out and now that he knows you won’t take it, he’ll be good.”

“I don’t know. But keep your guest room ready for me.”

I collected my things and headed out to face the dragon.

I pushed open one of the double oak doors to my once happy home. Everything was still where I left it, except I did see some dirty dishes in my dining room, on the table. I’d kill Brad for that. He knew how anal I was about having my house clean. I walked through the quiet rooms, looking for signs of Brad. Then I heard his voice from upstairs.

“Tate, that you?”

“Who else would it be? Another of your whores?”

I slowly trudged up the stairs, remembering the turmoil I felt the day I ran out of there. I entered the bedroom to find Brad sitting on the bed, wearing only a thin silk robe. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower, his skin looking damp and little droplets of water were glistening in his hair. He sprung off the bed and leapt towards me with open arms. I countered by trying to avoid him, but he caught me and hugged me anyway.

“Tate, I’m so glad to see you. I didn’t think you were ever coming home. You had me so worried. If anything had happened to you—“

“Yeah, whatever Brad.” I tried to remain cold and aloof, but in reality the smell of my favorite cologne on his skin, and feeling the heat of his body was turning me on. Even though I wanted him dead, the feeling of being in his powerful arms and feeling his virile body pressing against me still touched off a chain reaction in my pussy. I was getting heated, and his dick, oh hell, it was partially erect and pressing against my body, just begging for me to touch it. He was counting on that shit. That was why he had on the thin robe. I couldn’t let him know I was having a reaction.

He tried to kiss me, but I had to draw the line there. I stepped away, pulled away from him. I could tell he didn’t like that.

“Don’t Brad. Don’t try to hug me and kiss me and act like I didn’t catch you downstairs fucking Lilly. Don’t insult me like that.”

The man shocked the shit out of me. He fell to his knees in front of me, begging me for forgiveness.

“Tate please, baby I’m so sorry. I fucked up big time, and you have every right to be angry. But please, please don’t leave again. I love you so much, and I’ll do what ever you say to make this up to you. I was a fool baby. I have the best woman in the world, and I almost lost you. Please forgive me.”

He was looking up at me, holding my hands, with his face right in front of my crotch. I thought about all the times he had licked me into submitting to him, and what a good man I thought he was, but now that all was tarnished. I tried to pull away from him again, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“Get off me Brad. I don’t want to fuck you. Not now, not ever. Your apology is too little too late. Should have thought about me before you put your dick in some other woman.”

He wasn’t backing down. The more I struggled to get free, the tighter he held me, locking his arms around me and burying his head under my shirt, kissing my stomach around my navel. He knew that was one of my spots and that drove me wild.

“Please Tate, please give me another chance. I love you baby.”

I was starting to lose my will to be hard with each kiss he planted on my abdomen. He pulled my skirt down, revealing my black lace panties. When I felt his hot breath right there at my mound, I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out. His tongue was like magic. Even after three days of hot sex with Alfonso, Brad could still get a rise out of me. I hated him for what he did, but I still loved him. I felt my hand grazing the top of his head, pushing him to let his lips do their favorite thing to me.

Right on cue, he pulled my panties down and pulled my legs apart, getting his head in position. I was throbbing, my breath shortening, feeling his tongue reaching out for my clit. His hands cupped my ass, then he rubbed his thumb against my clit. He separated my lips, and licked his tongue in. I thought I was going to melt on the spot. My anger and hostility started to dissipate against my will, as he let his tongue bring me to a quick orgasm. He knew exactly how to hit me, how to lick me and how much pressure to use, and he used that to his advantage to have me clawing at his shoulders.

He sucked and lapped me right through my convulsions, then he licked up my body, rising to unbutton my blouse and pull my breasts out of my bra. He sucked and caressed each nipple with his tongue, starting the fire burning in between my legs again. I couldn’t even lie and tell him I wanted him to stop. I felt his mammoth dick pressing against me as he stood up, bringing his lips into mine. This time I didn’t deny him. I let him impale my lips with his tongue. He kissed me ravenously, grabbing my hair, then raking his hands up and down my back. I pushed his robe off him, rubbing my hands all over his muscular body. He took my hand and wrapped it around his brick-hard dick. I had really missed the feel of his manhood resting against me, pressing inside me. And I wanted to feel it again.

“Touch me baby, feel your dick. He missed his pussy so much. Don’t take that away from him.”

Brad kissed me and pulled me over to the bed, pulling me on top of him. He unclasped my bra and threw it to the floor. I leaned over him, straddling his hips, and stared into his sexy gray eyes. He truly looked sorry. Even though I wasn’t finished punishing him, I knew I still loved him. I rolled over on my back so he could get in his favorite working position. He took the top, grabbing my legs and spreading them, getting himself positioned between them. He leaned over me, grinding his lips against mine, and rubbing his body into me like I would float away if he didn’t. He stared down into my face.

“I love you Tate, do you still love me?”

He was slipping his dick inside me, causing me to lose my breath as I tried to respond.

“Yes baby, I still love you.”

He was on me close, sliding his dick in me slowly, getting me so wet I thought I had already come. He was using long, languid strokes, holding his body tightly against mine. It felt incredible, as that inflamed dick pulled me apart, working in and out slowly until I was sopping up all twelve inches. Brad was taking his time, rubbing my clit, pinching and nibbling at my nipples, doing everything to make sure I came hard over his dick. He worked me with precision, setting my pussy walls on fire and making the desire to come build up so intensely that I burst all over him, my body heaving and contracting and trembling at his touch. I was clawing at his back and screaming his name out in his ear.

“Oh Brad, yessss baby, oh yessssss...”

“That’s right baby, come for me, give Big Boy what he needs. Fucking you is hot baby, and now I’m gonna get mine.”

Brad pulled my hips up and started drilling me, like he was at a punch press. He started slamming me harder, now that I was wide open and dripping wet. He was grunting and groaning with his eyes rolled back in his head. My pussy was still broiling hot and all that friction was driving me to another orgasm. I felt him come, and I started rubbing my clit to push myself over again, amplifying the throbbing of his dick inside me, pumping me with his seed.

Brad finally let my hips go, falling out on the bed next to me, and pulling me over onto him. I buried my lips on his, as we groaned into each other’s mouths. Then I buried my head into his hairy chest, licking and sucking on his nipples. He ran his fingers through my hair, wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you Tate,” he mumbled, as he dozed off into a light snore.

I laid there in my husband’s arms, still euphoric from the orgasms, but not satisfied that his admissions were good enough. There was still more to his story, and I would get to the bottom of it. I kissed his chest and watched him sleep, devising my action plan as I listened to his heart beats return to normal.

Diary Of A Pissed Off Wife #2

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 03:03:00 +0000

ROOM SERVICE

The ringing of my phone startled me. I knew who it was, since it was nearly midnight. My lying, cheating, husband Brad had been calling all night. He was busy trying to track me down after I busted him with his slut. I wanted him to suffer, not knowing where I was or what I was doing.

I sat strait up in the bed, looking around the dark hotel room. Alone. A tear rolled down my cheek, and I realized I had dozed off to sleep still wearing the clothes I had hurriedly vacated my home in.

I stripped and jumped in the shower. I needed to wash away the stench of the horrible sights and sounds that I witnessed. Finding Brad fucking that slut in our house was more than my mind could handle. The only thing that had dulled my pain was the flirting session with Alfonso. Who knew that a cute bell boy would stay on my mind all night, forcing my thoughts into torrid fantasies?

I leaned against the shower wall, letting the warm water cascade down over my body. I gently lathered and massaged my skin, caressing my breasts and letting my hands travel down between my legs. I would have been fucking Brad right at this moment, if I hadn’t caught him with his pants down with my hack-actress neighbor. I held myself, shoving my fingers deeper inside my pussy, thinking about the last time Brad made love to me and had me climbing all over the bed. I tried to hold back tears that mingled with the soaking water from the huge shower head.

I was on the brink of an orgasm, when I heard a knock at the door. I shut off the water, and fought my way through the steamy fog to locate my robe. I hurried to the door, peeped out, and saw Alfonso standing there. He was out of uniform, and I was shocked that he had returned. I decided to loosen my robe, leaving it open just a bit so Alfonso could get a peek. I hastily opened my door.

“Alfonso, what brings you back up here?” I let my eyes slide over his tall, well proportioned body. He was wearing a clingy blue knit top over jeans that hugged him in all the right places. The vision of him standing there was driving heat right between my legs.

He smiled, equally slithering his eyes up and down my damp body, focusing on the open portion of my robe.

“I just ended my shift, and I thought I would stop by and make sure you were comfortable and see if you needed anything.”

Oh yeah, I needed something. I looked up into his warm brown eyes and smiled, opening the door so he could enter.

“That’s so sweet Alfonso. Do you treat all the guests with such personalized care?” I bit my bottom lip and closed the door, walking up on him as he stood in the middle of the entrance to the suite.

“Well, I treat all my guests with care, but only the truly special ones get my personal attention. And you are truly special, Miss Tatiana.”

He stepped closer, running his finger along the side of my face, stopping to trace over my lips, then down the center of my body right along the opening of my robe. I knew I had been wrong to flirt with him earlier. I was a married woman. But if my husband hadn’t honored our marriage vows, why should I? Two wrongs didn’t make it right, but this felt right, right now. My pussy was hot and aching, and I wanted Alfonso to cool me off.

“Well,” I said seductively, “there is something you can do for me.” I ran my hands across his chest provocatively, and Alfonso reacted to my invitation, flexing his muscles under my fingers. I inhaled the spicy scent of his cologne while standing on my tiptoes to get my lips closer to his ear. “There is something I need, and I need it right now.”

Alfonso took my hands and pushed them under his shirt, watching my face as I explored the terrain of his skin. It felt like he had been hand sculpted, with mounds of muscle surrounding his torso and chest. He pulled his shirt off, and I was in awe. He pulled my lips to his nipples, and I was happy to lick and suck them. I felt his hands pushing the robe from my shoulders, letting it slide to the floor at my feet. He pulled my head up by my chin, looked into my eyes, and pressed his lips over mine like he was sipping a fine wine.

My head started spinning, and I felt a flurry of emotions. Guilt first, since this was the first time a man other than my husband had put his lips on me in nine years. Brad was an excellent kisser, but this was brand new. I felt my lips burning, straight through to the core of my body. Every nerve was electrified by this new sensation. Alfonso clasped the back of my head, pulling me tighter against him, and I parted my lips to let his tongue in. He licked against my tongue and my senses delighted to his flavor. I allowed myself be led astray, falling deeper inside the lust I was feeling for this sexy stranger.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, pressing my breasts against his body. I wanted his lips on me everywhere, and he must have read my mind as he grabbed one of my breasts and buried my nipple between his smoldering lips, twirling his wet tongue around it and sending me to the brink of an orgasm. I threw my mouth open and groaned, as he lightly pinched the other nipple, not to leave it neglected. My clit pulsed wildly, letting me know it was ready for action. I had to know what he had inside those jeans.

Again, Alfonso read my mind, because his hands had already reached down and unbuckled, unzipped, and unrestrained his hulking manhood. I heard his pants hitting the floor, and he took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his erection. His dick was hot, and I tried to gauge the size before letting my eyes feast upon him. I was pleasantly surprised to find he was huge, with more than average length. Of course no man could compare to Brad, with his earth-shattering twelve inches. But it would be a welcome change to fuck a man who could probably do more with less.

“Mmmm baby, you got it wet? You ready for me?”

His tongue invaded my mouth again, not giving me a chance to respond. I think he got his answer while he assaulted my pussy with his fingers. I was soaked, as we tried to devour each other, sucking, biting and licking each other into a frenzy. Alfonso finally released me and pulled me to the bed. I eagerly followed, like a hungry little puppy.

I centered myself atop the luxury mattress, as Alfonso grabbed a couple of pillows and positioned my hips on top of them. Somehow he had sheathed himself amidst the play. He left no stone unturned.

“Baby, I want this to be the fuck of your life. You won’t soon be forgetting your stay here.”

I laid there, rolling my eyes over his perfect olive brown skin. My heart was beating out of my chest, in anticipation of crossing this forbidden threshold. I never thought I would cheat on my husband. But here I lay, with my hips thrust up in this man’s face, and now he was burying his tongue deep inside my slit, licking my clit and driving me insane. All thoughts of my husband rolled out of my head, as I squirmed and wiggled with Alfonso sucking my center, separating my labia and delving his tongue as deep as his face would let him. I was clawing and yelping at the sensation, and I had to let go, bursting into a powerful, wrenching, orgasm.

“Oh shit!” I yelled out in ecstasy, as I grabbed his hair, grinding against his lips. He kept his tongue inside me, riding out the pulsating waves. It was addicting, and now I was aching for him to ravage me.

“Alfonso,” I gasped, “don’t make me wait any longer. Fuck me now, I want to feel you inside me right now.”

Not to disappoint me, Alfonso started making a slow ascent toward my head, licking my body as he slid up and over me. He grabbed my legs, spreading them even more, rubbing his hands over my swollen lips.

“I’m going to love getting up in your pretty, tight little pussy. You taste so sweet, and I know you’ll treat my dick as good as you treated my tongue.”

He leaned over me and kissed me, mingling my lingering juices from his mouth with my own tongue, as he pushed his hot dick up against my slit, slowly pushing it inside the tight space. My mouth flew open involuntarily, gasping for air and breathing deeply, enjoying that initial push, that initial joining of our bodies. He ripped into me, tearing through my tight cave. Slight pain turned to pleasure, as I let my mind go and let him fill my insides with his hot flesh.

He slid in slowly at first, letting my body react to him. My pussy was on fire, wrapping around this foreign dick. I could feel my muscles clamping down on him, sucking him in. This was fresh, and I was thrusting my hips against his thrusts, wanting to feel him deeper. We bucked together and with each stroke he ground against my clit, building pressure within me. He moved his hips making his dick dance in me, rocking me and hitting my spot. I dug my sharp nails deep into the small of his back, sliding down to his hard ass, as I exploded into another mind-altering release. He was hitting spots I didn’t remember I had, and he had room to move around in me.

I was forced to yell out, as my body heaved and quaked, riveted by the friction of our frenetic rubbing. I came down on him, drowning his dick with my juices. His body reacted to mine and I felt him tensing up, grunting louder and pumping harder.

“Damn baby, you’re so fucking hot I can’t hold back any more, you’re about to make me bust up in you…”

Alfonso slammed up in me a few more times and I felt his explosion inside me, pumping and pushing against me, exciting my pussy all over again. I tried to catch my breath as he collapsed his sweaty body on mine, holding me close and thrusting his tongue between my lips again.

“Baby, you are too hot! I could fuck you all night,” he breathed, in his raspy, deep voice.

“Well, let’s make that happen. I’m ready for another wild ride!”

Our lips locked again as I ran my fingers through his thick, short wavy hair. Nobody could have told me that I would have my pussy stretched around another man’s dick, fucking him in a hotel room. Just as I felt Alfonso getting hard again, my phone rang.

“You gonna get that? Want me to let you up?”

“No, don’t move a muscle. It’s just my ex-man, bugging me again. “ I wiggled my hips against his increasing erection. “Ooooh, do move that muscle again though. Time for round two.”

Next time, "Make Up Sex?"

Diary Of A Pissed-Off Wife

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 04:33:00 +0000

I’m sweet, lovable Tate to all who know me. Always nice, always proper. I thought I had it all, a great career, a great homelife, and a loving, doting husband. Now, that all that was shattered, I was reverting to my alter-ego, Tatiana, the wild, prurient woman I was before I got married and calmed down.

I had been the perfect wife and plaything. My greedy, selfish, ungrateful husband didn’t have a care in the world. He worked as a corporate attorney, came home to a house that was immaculate and a meal that was freshly prepared based on his favorite foods and special dietary needs. Even though I had a full time job myself. I worked out regularly to keep my body tight and flexible so that when sex time rolled around, I could move and flex into positions that most women could only dream about, unless they were gymnasts. My sex game was highest quality, with hours of perfected techniques to accommodate the unusually large width and length of my husband. Most women would be crying if he tried to do to them what he did to me.

So, how did he repay me? Fancy jewels? New cars? Furs and trips to the French Riviera? No, I caught him having sex with another woman. And not just any woman, no, no, no. This broken down tramp lived next door to us, and she had been eyeing Brad since the day we moved in. Shamelessly throwing herself at him by asking him to come over and do things for her like mow her lawn, or fix appliances, or trap wild animals. Anything to get him to come over there without me. I allowed him to do some things for her occasionally. But sexual favors? Uh, no.

This particular day I left work early for some me time, well it would have been used for Brad time. I went to the spa, got a body scrub and mineral bath, nails polished, hair coiffed, and makeup worthy of a photo-shoot. I stepped back onto the street looking like the Queen of Sheba, with the intention of going home and stripping down to nothing but my new bronze thong to wait for Brad. Turned out Brad had a little surprise in store for me too.

I sauntered in the house, with small tote bags in my hands filled with crèmes and oils to be tried out on Brad during our sex-a-rama. The house was quiet, except for a faint knocking sound coming from the basement. As far as I knew, Brad would be in court all day. I had several hours left before he would be getting in, so I decided to make a pitcher of margaritas to start relaxing my mind. Maybe I’d get my pussy ready with the new vibrator I bought. I removed my gold straps, took off my white jacket, and slid down the stairs to the kitchen.

While I was pulling out the blender, I kept hearing the annoying thumping noise. Had Brad left the dryer on? Maybe he put something heavy in there. That’s just how it sounded. Since I had to go down to the bar anyway and get a bottle of margarita mix, I decided to investigate the strange noise.

I crept cautiously down the stairs to the lower level, turning on only the first set of lights in the hallway leading down the first set of stairs. The washer and dryer were in a room towards the back of the rec room so the sound was still muffled, until I got a few feet away from the door. That’s when I heard it—not only the thumping , but the heavy breathing and the moaning, the moaning of a woman in heat, panting over trying to tame Brad’s mammoth dick.

“Ooooh Brad, damn I never thought you had it like this! Oh God, I should have gotten a piece of you sooner. You really know how to move your ass…yeah get it deeper in my pussy…”

“Just lean back and relax Lilly, relax so I can get it all in. You can take it all baby, you just have to know how to work it. Your shit is too tight for me…mmmm, let me get your legs up like this…”

I was speechless. Brad. Fucking this woman from next door. In my house. Like it was the most natural thing in the world. I couldn’t move, I felt myself turn to stone, standing there in the partial darkness, listening to the sounds of their primal grunting and groaning and Brad’s skin slapping against her skin. It was like slowing down for a car crash. You just had to get one look, and I did.

I eased around the corner, sliding a portion of my body close enough to the doorway so I could see them. And see I did. Lilly had her legs spread wider than a cruise ship, with the help of Brad holding them apart, as he rammed up in her with smooth, even strokes. Lilly’s head was hitting the basket behind her, which was hitting the wall. Both of them had their naked asses on my laundry folding table. Lucky it was bolted down.

Suddenly I got angry, feeling the temperature in my body rise to the core temperature of Mercury. My blood boiled, and I wanted both of them dead, but Brad had to go first. How dare he pump my dick, The Big Boy, up into this actress-wannabe-has-been-bitch!

I stormed through the door, startling their flight towards climax. Lilly saw me first, freezing a grimace on her narrow face, then tapping Brad on the shoulder and pointing, just before I unleashed my fury.

“Just what the fuck is going on in here? Oh no, don’t stop on my account!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

In the same instance, Lilly pushed Brad off her, and Brad spun around, uncoupling the bond he had formed with the slut. I moved towards them rapidly, and I think Lilly was screaming, trying to jump down. She had no worries, because my first target would be Brad. I grabbed at his hair, but he managed to grab me first, while Lilly ran out, grabbing clothes as she bolted for the exit. I squirmed against Brad, finally getting free by jabbing him in the side with my elbow.

“Get your filthy hands off me, you, you dog!” I spun around so I could punch him, but he grabbed me again.

“Tate, baby, please, you need to calm down! I know it looks bad baby, but I’m sorry, I’m never meant…”

“Oh don’t even fucking say it Brad! Don’t tell me how this was some misguided mistake!”

I stomped on his foot, leaving him limping, as I sprinted for the stairs, making a beeline for the bedroom. I ran to my closet and grabbed my large overnight bag, and started ripping clothes down and throwing them in the bag. I was attacking my chest of drawers when Brad finally drug himself to the room, half dressed, trying to stop me. I pushed him, not knowing my own strength in anger, nearly knocking him to the floor.

“Tate, where do you think you’re going? We need to talk about this, you can’t just walk away from this, from me!”

I let my hand scratching across Brad’s face be my answer to his query, then I resumed throwing things in my bag. I hastily pulled the halves of the bag together, zipping the contents inside. Brad stood next to me, trying to block my movement.

“Move Brad, move before I do something to you. “

“No Tate, I’m not letting you leave in a frenzy like this. We need to talk.”

He tried to calm me, but I wasn’t having it. I was choking, I couldn’t bear to hear the sound of his lying, cheating voice. I felt dizzy, and I needed to get out of the house, out of his presence. I was suffocating, I felt the life being snatched from my lungs. I grabbed my bag, grabbed my car keys, and lunged towards him with my entire body, literally knocking him out of my path.

“Move Brad, fuck you! I’m out of here. Go back and finish your little fuck session with your whore!”

Brad was right on my heels, as I stalked down the stairs, dashing towards the front door and freedom. He yelled something at me, but I didn’t hear him, rather, I could no longer understand him. I tuned him out, threw my bag in the car, locked myself in, and sped down the street, with no destination in mind. I just needed to drive.

Hours later, I found myself downtown at the Marriott. I had been driving around, thinking, crying, cursing. I pulled into the parking garage and decided this was where I would stay until I could figure out what I would do. My phone was still vibrating with calls from Brad. Poor baby. He wouldn’t be talking to me anytime soon. I collected myself, trying to regroup, wiped my eyes and headed for the main desk.

I was oblivious to everything around me, the people, the décor of the lobby, even the clerks at the desk, as I requested my room and paid. I was checked out to everything except what was going on in my head, until one of the bellboys strolled past me. Even in my weakened mental state, I caught sight of him, and his electric smile at me. I figured he was there to make a quick tip, offering to take my bag. Normally I would have growled that I’d carry my own bag, but his attention was just what I needed at the moment. He was tall, cute, with deep olive brown skin, and even under the heavy uniform, I could see the well developed form of his body. Hmmm, wonder what this gift from the gods looked like with no clothes on.

“May I take your bag Ma’am?” That smile was quickly making me forget why I was even there. I decided to flirt.

“Sure, why not?”

I showed him my key card.

“Right this way, Ma’am!”

I followed him to the elevators, walking just slightly behind him, so I could check out the view from the rear. Nice, very nice. He made chit chat while we were in the elevator. I almost didn’t hear him speak, because I was too consumed with the scent of his cologne and the way his perfect body was towering over me, taunting me with how he could scoop me up and take me for a ride.

“Are you here on business? Going to be in town long?”

I snapped back to attention. Hell, what would be my back story? Of course I couldn’t say I just left my husband after finding him with his dick shoved up in a slut. Think Tate. Fast.

“Oh, I live here. I’m having some work done at my house, and I needed to get out of there until they get things under control. Just for a few days or so.” Good, easy lie.

He turned to face me, leaning in a little closer. “Oh, you live here, in Chicago?”

“No, Plainfield. I figured I’d stay down here since I work close by.”

“Well, you’ll enjoy your stay here. You can order room service until 3 in the morning, the room is huge, and you’ll have all the comforts of home.”

Yeah, home. I hope I didn’t have a few things. The bell rang and the door opened to the fifteenth floor. I let my handsome guide lead the way. Alfonso was on his name tag.

Once inside my room, Alfonso walked around, showing me where everything was, as he placed my bag on a small cot. He checked the air temperature, checked the bathroom, and made sure I knew to call him if I needed anything, anything at all. He definitely made the final statement sound like an invitation. And I would gladly take him up on it, the way I was feeling.

“Well Alfonso, you working all night?” I asked, darting my eyes up at his, smiling.

“No ma’am. I get off at midnight.” He stood right next to me, leaning over me again, like he was trying to get a whiff of me. I wanted to grab him and settle my lips against his, but I held my composure, and continued with my flirting.

“Well, if I require anything, I sure will call you. Alfonso, right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And can you stop calling me ma’am? You’re making me feel old. I‘m only thirty-five!”

He grinned even broader. “You don’t look old, and you sure don’t look thirty-five!”

I smiled. He knew just what to say. “Well, flattery will get you everywhere, Alfonso. But really, call me Tat--Tatiana.” No more goody-good Tate. I was back to Tatiana, and I licked my lips in approval of Alfonso.

He took my hand, and in a surprise move, he kissed it, watching for my reaction. I was stunned nearly speechless.

“Well, Miss Tatiana, you have a pleasant evening, and call me if you need anything at all.”

He turned to walk out, looking triumphant. I remembered that I hadn’t tipped him.

“Oh wait Alfonso, your tip, let me—“

“No, the pleasure is all mine, Miss Tatiana.” He winked at me, and disappeared behind the door. I floated over to lock it behind him. He was just what I needed to get my mind off Brad. And his floosy.

I plopped down on the bed, letting my mind undress Alfonso and relax, conjuring images of what it would feel like to have him hovering over me with those sexy eyes and tight body of his. I felt strangely guilty, thinking about fucking this handsome man, whom I knew nothing about, when I had a husband at home. I ignored the guilt, reminding myself that Brad had put me in this position. So now, after nine years of marriage, I had an open door to other men. Maybe I shouldn’t do it, but I was going to do it. And I was going to have fun. Who knew how many sluts he was dicking down? No more Mrs. Goody Two-Puss. I was going for mine.

I dozed off to sleep with my nipples hard and my pleasure center burning with desire to have Alfonso’s large, rugged hands on my body, teasing me, sliding his fingers up inside me getting me wet, tickling my neck with his tongue. Yes, I was long overdue, and it was payday.

Next: Room Service

Is Porn Erotic?

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 15:28:00 +0000

It's no doubt that sex sells, or else the porn industry wouldn't be raking in millions of dollars each year. My friend and I were recounting our first experiences with porn, and how we saw our first porn flicks on the big screen. Now, I'm sure I'll be dating myself, but at the time I saw my first movie, there were no dvd's. You had to go to a theatre and see the film on the big screen. There were several well-known places around town that catered only to "those" types of movies, and some even had live shows.

I let my girlfriend talk me into going one day after school, when we had nothing better to do. She had been bugging me about going for a good month, and I finally relented. She was 18, but I had to lie, being only 17. The ticket agent looked at me funny, but he let us in anyway. We giggled nervously as we entered the dark, dank looking cavern, sparsly filled with suspicious looking men who were lost in their own world. I had no idea what to expect, since I had zero sexual experience at the time. Boy, was I in for a rude awakeng!

There would be no words to describe the images, the first images I saw, of huge naked bodies on the jumbo screen in front of me. The movies were crude, very little dialogue that meant anything, but brother was there plenty of action. And all scenes had the same action, and the same sounds. Girls of all sizes and shapes sucking down on the erect members of partner after partner, or down on all fours taking it from behind from partner after partner, or spread eagled on their backs, taking from partner after partner. And the men - penis sizes ranged from laughable to don't even try to come near me with that!-sizes. By the end of my first ordeal, sitting in the dark taking all the sights and gasping sounds, and sucking sounds, and fake screams of delight (oh, oh baby, yeah, fuck me, oh yeah), while listening to the soundtrack of the men around me obviously having their own private party in their hands, I was only mildly amused, and mostly shocked.

We did go on to see a host of other movies, but not because they turned us on. We had a good time making fun of the "actors", the lack of plot, the stupid sound effects, and the sexual techniques of the various paricipants. Not one time did I feel even a scant of arousal. Watching sex performed like this was just too raw, too much exposed, with all the close ups of tits, ass, penises pumping in and out in glorious detail, and of course the obligatory cum shots. There was no love, no relationships, just sex on auto-pilot. Who could really find that arousing? (well, the guy sitting in the seat behind me sure did, because he was pumping hard all through the movie!)

I haven't seen any porn movies lately, but I'm sure it's still more of the same. Now that you can get it on demand, I'm sure there's even a bigger audience out there. But do you really find it erotic, really stimulating to your imagination and libido? Is it better to see everything, up close and personal, and have nothing left to the imagination? Sorry, you won't see me in a XXX store anytime soon!

Fireworks At The Lakefront

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 18:47:00 +0000

I loved fucking James, especially in all the off-beat places we’d find outside. We were sneaking around, him cheating on his wife. Yes, I was the other woman, I knew I was crazy and I was cutting myself off from a real relationship, but I didn’t care.

I had met James at a florist shop, ironically, while he was there buying flowers for his wife. We shared idle chit chat about the exotic floral arrangements and he even asked my opinion on the potted plant he was buying for his wife. A few chuckles turned into him following me out to my car, followed by him giving me his number and him getting mine, wanting to meet me for coffee the following evening. His smile was so intoxicating, and I was high from inhaling the fresh scents of the petals. Maybe that’s why I agreed to see this obviously coupled man again, knowing that there would be no future in it for me.

We were sitting on the gigantic blocks of concrete that formed a wall in front of the lake. It was dark and quiet, close to the time that the police would start patrolling around kicking unsuspecting people out of the park. The water was growling tonight, beating angrily against the shore, as James pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth. I loved kissing his soft, doting lips, almost as much as I enjoyed him filling the space between my thighs with his enormous dick. That was one of the reasons I couldn’t stay away from him—his wild tongue and his delicious dick.

“James, shouldn’t we be getting out of here? It is getting late.”

He pulled me onto his lap, positioning me right on top of the brick-hard bulge jetting out from his shorts.

“I’m not ready to go yet. You didn’t give me anything. And you know I can’t leave until I get my present.”

I looked at the outline of his face, dimly lit by the moon shining over the lake. He looked serious.

“James, I know you don’t think I’m fucking you right here. Anybody could see us. And you know how the cops like to lurk around, trying to catch people. Wanna a trip to jail tonight, instead of home to your wife?” I had to throw that in there too.

“Allyson, do you have to bring Lara up every time we get together? And yes, I do think you’ll fuck me here. You know I love the thrill of getting caught.”

“Yeah, what a thrill, because we are right out in the open. It’s too risky.”

“No, you wore just the right clothes. Those loose shorts are perfect. And it’s so dark down here, nobody can see us.”

“Yeah, yes they can, how do you figure they won’t?”

James moved me off his lap and scaled the tiers of stone, back up to the top of the pathway. I stayed put, waiting to see what he was up to.

“Allyson,” he called out, “can you see me?”

I turned around, looking up. From where I was sitting, which was close to the water, I was surprised to find that I couldn’t see him.

“No baby, I can’t see you.”

I heard scuffling along the wall, until James returned to my view.

“See, I couldn’t see down here either. Looks like we are clear for take off,” he grinned. He got back in position, pulling me back over his lap. “Give it to me.”

I straddled him, standing over him as he reached his hand up inside the leg of my shorts, inching his fingers under the elastic band of my panties to creep inside my lips. Once he got his long, hot fingers up in me there would be no stopping until he had me shuddering under his control. He pushed my hand down inside his shorts. He was almost completely rigid, but I had no problem getting him to a full salute, now anticipating how he was going to feel as I slid down on his long, smooth pole.

His fingers went deeper, and my hand tugged up and down his shaft faster, sliding over his head. It felt so good I had to lean over him and give it a kiss, licking over it and swirling my tongue over it like I had a sucker in my mouth. I did realize that we needed to take care of the business, since this was the lakefront and not a hotel room. But I just couldn’t resist getting a taste of his delicacy between my lips whenever I saw him.

“Mmmm, baby, that feels so good, but you better get your ass up here before you make me lose it. And I want you to feel all this in that hot pussy. Put it in.”

I obeyed. He held my shorts and panties to the side while I impaled myself on his hot shaft. I lowered my hips slowly, feeling every inch push between my walls, fighting for space between the tight encasement. We both groaned with the pleasure of feeling that initial entry. James grabbed my hips and started to guide me on his thrill ride.

The sound of the water beating the rocks behind us only served to excite us more and intensify the shock waves that were travelling from my pussy all through every nerve in my body. James had unzipped my shirt, revealing my braless chest, and I pushed his shirt up over his marvelously carved pecs. He continued to pull me down on his lap as he surrounded my nipples with the warmth of his moist lips and tongue. He sucked each one, sending a heat surge from my chest down to my core, igniting my clit and driving me closer to the edge of orgasm. I returned the favor by sucking his nipples, knowing how sensitive he was and how that drove him to come even faster.

“Ally, baby, come on and do it for me, come all over me baby…”

Just as he said that, and I was about to have one of the hottest orgasms of my life, I saw a light flashing on the ground above us. I stopped moving, stricken with fear. Oh God, the police! We were about to get busted!

James was about to say something, but I put my hand over his mouth and pointed up. He got the hint. Neither of us moved, we just sat there like statues, joined together with his still hard dick buried in my pussy. I saw the light moving along the rocks above us, like somehow the police knew we were there and they were desperate to find us. I could hear the footsteps along the path, although I didn’t think the cop was going to be ambitious enough to climb down the rocks and look down there. My heart was beating wildly, praying not to get caught in this position. The cool breeze blew around the heat of my flesh, pushing the spray off the water into the air dropping around us. James and I gazed into each other’s eyes, as we anxiously waited for what seemed like hours to see what the cop was going to do next.

Finally, the light disappeared, and the footsteps moved away. I could see the light flashing down on the rocks well past where we were, and we heard the familiar police announcement, “The park is closed. Everyone must leave the area, now!”

We finally breathed out sighs of relief and James buried his mouth on my neck.

“Damn baby, that shit was close. But it was exciting, right?” James grinned.

“Are you crazy? We almost ended up getting caught, in the middle of sex, with our clothes hanging off us. We would be in the back of a squad car right now!”

“I know, that’s what made it exciting. Now I want to finish what I was about to do, get this pussy talking to me.”

He grabbed my hips again, not even waiting for me move on my own. He took control, pulling my body up and pushing me down, as he thrust his hips to meet my movements, shoving his dick in me hard. He bruised his lips against mine, muffling any complaints I was about to make. I quickly forgot my arguments, feeling his strong engorgement ripping me apart, tearing through my lips and filling me with his arousal. I forgot about the near-arrest and got lost in the feeling inside my pussy, letting my breasts press against his chest, as we ground our hips together, tormenting each other with pleasure.

I worked my hip magic over him, grinding my clit on him as we pushed, until I was creaming and clamping my muscles and feeling the vibrations of my climax on his dick. I kept working on him until he was gasping and breathing in short spurts, his body pressing against the wall behind him. I knew he was getting ready to let go and he did, releasing with a thundering pulse and rush of warmth.

“Oh damn, Ally, that was the best fuck we’ve ever had,” he breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you that hot.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his. “I think this will be the one time we fucked outside that I’ll never forget. Nothing will top this one.”

He buried his tongue between my lips again, kissing me wildly. Our time was just about up, and I knew he had to be getting me home so he could beat his wife in to avoid too many questions. I was already replaying the scene in my mind, feeling the heat of the fireworks his dick had ignited all around me. He may not have been mine, but he was mine for the moment, and I couldn’t wait until the next time we got together.

Revenge

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 07:21:00 +0000

How could this be? I was in the bed, half naked, with my best friend’s husband on top of me, his massive ten-inch dick slamming between my thighs, and my best friend on the other side of the room watching us. No, envying us. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the intense pleasure of having him fill every crevice between my pussy muscles, grunting as he tamed me. I couldn’t thank my best friend enough for setting this up for me…

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Men, Can You Explain?

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 06:05:00 +0000

I've often considered this to be one of the great mysteries of the universe. Why do men get such a thrill from women swallowing when they give oral? Every since I saw my first porn flick in that dark theater with my friend (she made me go see it!) I've had that question on my mind.

I'm writing a story, and was doing some research on different techniques, when this recurring theme stayed on the surface. I've asked men about this before, but I never got a real answer, well, at least not one that made sense to me. I can surely understand the thrill in receiving a blow job,and there's a lot of thrill in giving one. But the swallowing part, I never could get the complete understanding of why that was such a turn-on to watch. So men, please post your pleasure on the poll to the right. And feel free to drop me an email or leave a comment if you have a really GOOD explanation of why you find swallowing so appealing. I just need to know!

Erotic Short: The Warehouse

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 18:50:00 +0000

He grabbed my ankle removing my shoe, pulling himself closer to me, and letting my heel rest on his thigh. His tight, muscular thigh with the quads flexing beneath my heel.

He started rolling his hands over my ankle, rubbing back and forth with a circular motion. He leaned forward, moving a little closer to me, kneading up my leg, squeezing my calf. Was it possible to have an orgasm from a calf massage? If it wasn’t, somebody needed to tell my body, because I was about to have one. His hands on my muscle felt so relaxing, as I let my mind run free, thinking about how his hand could continue to travel up my thigh, massaging me all the way up to the tip of my nether lips, tickling me with just the tips of his fingers.

Before I realized what I was doing, I had sank down a bit and opened my legs a tad wider, needing to separate them to accommodate the swelling and throbbing that was starting to rumble inside my panties. My lips parted into a sigh, as my head tilted back. Oh hell, his hands felt so good. The sound of his voice startled me.

“You like that? Your leg feels better, right?”

"Oh yeah, you do have magic hands.” My voice trailed, as I tried to keep my breathing regular. I longed to shove my hand inside my panties while he massaged me, letting him watch me get off. He was making me wet, and I desperately needed him to work on a more intimate muscle.

“You want me to do the other leg?”

“Yes, please. That feels wonderful. I hope they pay you for this.” I let my head rest against the back of the cabinet, arching my back slightly, as he switched to the other leg.

I bit my lip as a heated pang ran through my vagina, letting me know that the pressure was building and I needed to release. I could feel my clit becoming more engorged, pounding, as I tightened up my inner muscles, squeezing myself internally, getting myself even hotter. I wondered if Brad knew what he was doing to me. His velvety hands forced a subconscious moan to escape my lips. I looked into his face to see him staring dead into my eyes with a devilish grin on his lips.

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Had She Bitten Off More Than She Could Chew?

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 05:03:00 +0000

When Joy left the party with Seth, she was already on the edge of an orgasm. Seth had done nothing more than dance with her, but somehow he managed to turn the entire evening into one big titilating tease. She was trying to stay on the path, but each touch he placed on her skin became magnified by the lust growing out of control in her loins. She was dripping wet, and had drenched her panties, just from Seth's hot breath and moist lips hovering over her ear, his tongue grazing her neck, and his suggestive comments released for her amusement. He had done a perfect job of seducing her, and now all she could think about and draw in her mind was unwrapping his manly body and letting him ravage her pussy.

They barely made it in her room before Seth's lips attacked hers, pushing her backwards across the floor until they reached the bed. They were locked in a mad embrace, kissing furiously, plundering each other's bodies, tearing off clothes. Joy felt electrified, as she readied herself to finally let Seth invade her body.

Her eyes were locked on every inch of him. She got on the bed, and he followed, crawling over her and exploring her body with his tongue. He kissed her navel, and put his hands under her panties, inching backwards and pulling them down with him. He slithered back up, opening her legs with his head, licking the insides of her thighs. She was ready to climb off the bed, anticipating the next move of his tongue. He licked and kissed her all the way up to her slit, then teased her clit with just the tip of his tongue. He stuck it in and out, teasing her before jamming it in all the way. She felt a combination of hot juices from his mouth and from her, as he titillated her senses between her lips with every lick. He pulled his tongue out, and licked and sucked over her clit. Her heart was beating so fast and hard that she thought she would pass out.

“Oh shit, Seth!” Her hips were moving, she was pulling his hair, and her legs were trying to come together, but he kept them apart. He had driven her right to the edge of orgasm, then he stopped, licking her body all the way up to her mouth. He pushed her legs up to her chest, pulling them apart. She was holding her breath. She was ready for him.

He rolled on a condom, and he entered her slowly, unlocking her gates little by little. His lips found their way to her breasts, and he flicked his tongue back and forth over each of them, driving her wild.

“It’s almost all the way in baby. Just a little bit more. Just relax for me”

She felt like she was coming apart, he was so big and thick. He had to have more than nine inches. She could swear she could feel him all the way in her stomach. He pushed every inch in, grinding his pubic bone against her swollen lips and clit. He started sliding in and out of her with even control. He looked like he was in another world, but he didn’t forget about her. With her legs in that position, she was getting plenty of stimulation, and he was controlling it, moving her legs open or closing them to tighten the grip on his massive dick.

“Damn, Joy! You’re so tight, this shit is hot, I’m about to come, but not yet.” He pulled out, and started kissing her all over. Then he pulled her legs straight up, and pushed back in her. This time it was easier. He pushed all the way, making her claw the sheets and gasp. He pushed her legs closer together, pulling her hips up higher.

“Fuck Seth…damn! I’m about to come. Don’t move my legs, oh yeah, keep it right there!” she gasped, letting the friction of his dick hitting her spot bring on the eruption.

“Baby, I feel you. Don’t hold back.” He pumped her harder, then slowing down, then faster. All the pressure on her clit and her lips pushed her right into a wild orgasm. Her muscles started releasing and vibrating, and her whole body heaved and trembled.

“Damn girl, you’re making me come!” Seth had an even bigger explosion. She could feel his dick pumping and pulsing like water gushing through a hose. His body had tensed up, and he held her tight, groaning loudly. Finally, he collapsed over her.

Both of them laid there, trying to catch their breath. Their bodies were hot and sweaty, even though she had the air on high. Seth looked at her, then turned on his side and pulled her into him. He kissed her long and hard, ravaging her lips. She had a warm glow radiating from her orgasmic release. She felt secure in his muscular arms.

“Joy,” he whispered, “don’t run away from me. I know I said no strings, but I want to see you again. I’ll never be the same now that I know you.”

She put her fingers up to his lips. “I said no promises, baby. You told me not to shatter your dreams. I’m afraid I would, if we went beyond tonight. I can’t offer you much of myself. I don’t want to hold you back.”

He kissed each of her fingers, looking like he was thinking.

“I don’t want you to just walk out of my life. I want to see you again. I don’t care when. The next time you’re here, I want to take you to my house, and make love to you all day.” He pressed his lips against hers slowly and softly. He looked at her with those sexy eyes, and she almost caved. She put her arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. He hugged her like it was his last.

“I’ll try Seth. I still won’t promise you anything, but I’ll try to see you again.” She knew already in her heart that she would. He had whipped her like butter cream. Oh God, she was crazy. There was no way she should be even thinking about this.

Later into the night, Joy started to feel the tug of guilt in her heart. Seth had fucked her into a zombie state. And she loved every steamy minute of it. She couldn't wait for him to wake up and pump his thick toy up in her sweltering walls again. But what was wrong with that? She would be packing up and leaving for Chicago in few hours, and she would probably never see Seth again. At least that's what she kept telling herself. But somehow, she didn't think it was going to end there. She didn't want it to end there. How was she going to manage this, when she had Tony at home, frantically waiting to fuck her until she couldn't walk, but she was thinking only about the big juicy, delicious dick pressed between her legs now?

Find out where Joy decides to take her relationship from here. Does she manage to stay away from Seth, allowing her guilt to keep her in check? Or does she figure out a way to take her cheating to the next level. Read Joy's complete story, all her scentilating sexual exploits, and her road to bigamy in "Living Between Lies", now available @ Amazon.com

Get ready for the explosive sequel, "Living Separate Lies", part two in the Lies Trilogy. I'm dying to let tidbits out from the second book, but if I do, it would give away the end of the first book. I will say that Joy gets badder and bolder,. and her sex life keeps getting kinkier. Does she end up with Tony, Seth, or both? Or does she bring a new man into the picture? Maybe I will let out a little taste...later!

Playing With Fire

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sat, 14 Nov 2009 19:03:00 +0000

Was she crazy? Why had she kissed him? Joy had been tossing and turning all night, with images of sexy Seth on her mind. She could still feel the scorch of his hot lips on her body. She had lost herself in his sultry stares. His touch was so soft on her skin, so tender. She could tell that fucking him would be a completely different experience than what she had with Tony. Tony was wild and frantic; freaky. Seth seemed to be old fashioned.

She never should have touched him. If they got started, she would want to keep it going, and he surely would. No, it couldn’t work. She was engaged. What was she missing? Tony bought her everything she desired. He showered her with attention. He screwed her brains out, and he was always up to trying something different. He was even getting divorced so he could marry her. She couldn’t afford to piss all that away.

To make matters even worse, now she had agreed to let Seth esort her to the party for the developers. She knew that once she alowed herself to get caught up again with the intoxicating lull of Seth's kisses, there would be no stopping the reaction that was sure to take place between them. But then again, why should she stop herself? He was a gorgeous, rich doctor, and he was pursuing her. Why couldn't she have just this one night? Then she never had to see him again. After all, she was heading back to Chicago. And to Tony.

****

The gathering was crowded. There was a band, and plenty of finger foods. Seth had been keeping her on the dance floor most of the time, after she finished mingling with the clients. It was the perfect excuse to touch. She loved the slower songs. He held her tightly, keeping his lips near her ear, occasionally whispering things to her about how good she looked, and how she was the sexiest woman there.

Joy was glad nobody could see what was happening beneath her clothes. The direct touch of his hand on the small of her back, his hand holding hers, and his hot lips barely touching her ear was sending waves of excitement all through her. The heat of his body so close, the crisp, clean scent of his cologne, and just the thought of the possibility of him overtaking her body had her throbbing under her new dress. Her nipples were rock hard and rubbing against her bra as he pressed her. She was getting wet. She longed to feel his hands exploring inside her panties.

The band started playing “Shattered Dreams”, one of her favorite 80’s songs. Seth seemed to know it too. He started twirling her around, doing some stepper moves, even dipping her. When he pulled her back up into his arms, he whispered in her ear, “Joy, don’t shatter my dreams tonight. I want you.” She felt the hotness of his breath in her ear, and it happened again. She came all unglued. At that moment, she couldn’t think of another thing in the world, other than getting his clothes off and feeling her body gel into his.

She was listening to the words of the song, about lies and a lost relationship. She needed to be running from him, but she was being drawn to him. Second by second she was losing her will to stay away from him. Her body was going limp. By the end of the song he took her hand and kissed it.

“Let’s go,” he said softly. She followed like a puppy behind its new master.

From the newly released novel, "Living Between Lies" now available @ Amazon.com

Damn, Is He Fine!

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 20:48:00 +0000

Marcus Patrick. In a word, DAMN!

When I dreamed up Seth's character, the man I saw in my head coincidentally looked like Marcus. Then I just happened to be doing some "research" (let's just call it that!) on Playgirl.com and I happened to cross pictures of Marcus. He matched the image I had in my head, down to the last cut of muscle in his abs! I had to share the pics. And just like Joy thought when she met Seth, damn the man is too fine.

Here's how Joy got entangled with Seth:

All the planets had aligned for Joy. She and Tony were finally together, making plans on staying together. They were in love, and Tony had declared it over and over.

Just when her life was starting to stabilize, her career took a shift. She got transferred to a new manager, working out of the main bank in Dallas. Now she was traveling around the midwest region as part of a new commercial business and real estate development team. She was on the road a lot, but making far more money than she ever could have imagined in such a short time. Tony grumbled constantly about her not being there for him, not being available to satisy his heavy sexual urges. She didn't like being away from him so much either, but she loved the freedom of the job.

She had just tied up a meeting with some new real estate developers, ending with a call from Tony whining about how much he missed her there to milk his dick. Now that she was all his, he was much more demanding, much more attentive to where she was, and wanted her to account for her time. She was starting to feel like a sex slave.

She stopped off for a drink before heading back to the solace of her hotel room. She ordered a mojito, sitting in front of the giant tv monitor. She glanced around, noticing the emptiness of the bar. Must have been too early, and most people weren't off work yet. Her eyes roamed to the far side of the room, and met the gaze of another early straggler. He smiled at her, and she back at him, looking away quickly. She didn't want to draw any attention to herself.

She focused back on the monitor, watching the news, letting the cool liquid slide down her throat. She rolled her head around in a circle, working out the tension. She twisted her head from left to right, ending up looking right into the sexiest set of gray eyes she had ever seen. The stranger was pulling out the stool right next to her, smiling warmly.

"Mind if I sit here?"

She smiled back, looking him over. "Not at all."

She took a moment to drink in his features. He was a tall, buffed, creamy caramel spitting-image of Marcus Patrick! The man was beyond fine, with those sexy full lips, short curly hair, and those dreamy eyes, which were now slithering up and down her body, taking inventory of her. She needed to hear his deep, smooth voice again.Suddenly she felt silly and coquettish, with her face getting hot and her nipples getting hard-her body reacting to the heat she could feel emanating from him. The scent of his cologne flooded her senses with the aroma of warm woods, fresh pine air, and a roaring fire. Who the hell was this amazingly hot man?

Sex Intervention

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 15:17:00 +0000

The New Novel, "Living Between Lies" is now available for purchase!

Have you read the previews here and want more of Joy? Read her entire story in the first of my "Lies" Trilogy. Joy is sexy, smart, and a master manipulator. She wants the lavish lifestyle, and she's determined to get it, with the help of her boss and now lover, Antonio Marshall. But her life is getting ready to take a turn that she never would have expected, just when she thinks her life with Antonio couldn't be more perfect. Joy is a bad girl, one you may love to hate! "Living Between Lies" is available on Amazon.com and CreateSpace.com. Will be available on Kindle by Nov. 11, 2009.
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The day finally came that Tony had tried to avoid for years, throughout his little affairs. Hearing the words of finality from his wife. The life altering words. She was leaving his ass. Somebody tipped her off about Joy, and she came down to the bank to see if she could catch the two of them together. And she got an eyeful, catching the two of them grinning and touching like two high schoolers. So that was that, and he was out. But he didn't really care, because now he was free to be with Joy.

He raced towards Joy's house, angry about the words he and his wife had just exchanged, but simultaneously ecstatic that now he could end the creeping around and start living the life he truly wanted with Joy. All he could think about was getting back in between her creamy thighs, tasting that sweet nectar and invading that tight, hot space with his anxious dick. There was nothing better in his life than fucking her, and now he'd be able to enjoy her body whenever he wanted. He had grown to love her, and now she could have all of him.

He made it to Joy’s place within a half hour. It was a good thing no cops were out, because he wasn’t even looking to see how fast he was driving. The car was practically driving itself. He pulled up in front of the building. She had given him her spare key, so he wouldn’t have to bother her to get up. He came in and made a beeline to the bedroom. She was dozing.

“Joy, baby wake up.” He leaned over her, kissing her cheek. She put her hand on his face, patting him.

“Tony, get in the bed baby.” She was still groggy.

He took his clothes off, and went back to the kitchen to get some water. He came back and slid under the sheet with her. She was still naked, just like he left her. He got hard. He snuggled up against her, hoping she would wake up.

“Joy,” he whispered, “Joy, wake up. He rolled her over, and got on top of her, moving her legs apart and moving himself in.

“Tooooonyeeeee, come on, you just finished screwing me twice before you left. I’m sleepy.”

He kissed her neck. “Baby, you know I can’t be next to you without getting excited. And I’m tense. I need you Joy, just a quickie, come on baby, do this for me.” He started grinding against her, and licking her neck. He sucked her nipples. They started to get hard. He knew he could get her to come around.

“Tony, I’m gonna kill you. How am I going to get up in the morning?’ she whined, then kissed him. “You better make this fast. She grabbed a condom from her table and gave it to him.

That was just what he needed to forget about the argument with Lorna and get some sleep.

The sun rose early, and so did Tony. He felt a little strange waking up with Joy, but for the moment at least he could be happy. Her alarm clock started buzzing. She reached over and hit it. Her face was buried in the pillow.

Tony's mind was already rolling. He loved Joy, and she loved him. His career was on auto-pilot, and he was making even more money, thanks in part to Joy's skills in the boardroom. They were the perfect team. She was the fuck of his life. No other wowan he had ever been with knew how to excite him and work him into a coma state the way Joy did. So it only made sense...he'd be a fool not to get her freaky ass on lock. Should he tell her that he wanted her to be the next Mrs. Antonio Marshall?

Will Antonio finally get the woman of his dreams, or will unforseen complications interrupt his plans for spending his life with Joy? Get the full, juicy story in the book! Buy the book now!

Busted!

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 15:06:00 +0000

Joy's affair with Tony threatens her relationship with her man Montell. Does she care?

Joy was sitting at her desk, shocked to hear from Montel on a Friday. She thought he had to work, but he wanted to surprise her. He had the night off and wanted to hook-up with her. She couldn't deny him, since he reminded her that he hadn't seen her in ages. Now he was meeting her at her house. Thank goodness Tony didn't have something lined up for them tonight.

Montel arrived, looking hotter than ever. His big brown eyes, deep dimples, and enormous dick had been on her mind of late. She realized that even though Tony had been plowing her pussy like he was breaking new ground, she did miss Montell. She still had a soft spot for him. She couldn't wait to feel him gliding in and out of her.

Montel arrived at her house quickly, entering with his spare key. Joy forgot all about the food he was bringing, once she laid her eyes on his, with his smooth mocha smile, his deep set almond eyes, and those dimples that lit up his face, pulling her to kiss him madly. He bruised her lips with his, reminding her of how steamy sex used to be between them. Montell titillated her senses with the excitement of his lips all over her body. He untied her halter top and led her to the bed, feasting on her nipples as he removed the rest of her clothing.

“Damn, I had forgotten how you look lying there posing on the bed. I miss your body, and I miss your lips. I miss you.” He hovered over her on all fours, licking her down the center of her body, making a trail down to her mound. He stood up and pulled his shirt over his head, and unzipped his pants and dropped them, unleashing the beast that used to drive her to speak in tongues. Joy licked her fingers, then opened her thighs, rubbing the wetness between her legs. He had slipped a condom on just that quickly.

“Come inside baby.” She was too ready for him. He was kissing her everywhere, and he entered her forcefully, instead of slowly like he would usually do. He pulled her legs up over his hips, so he could thrust in farther. He pounded her, watching the expression on her face. She was gripping the sheets, arching her back, groaning and gasping. This was unlike Montell, to be fucking her with such power, but she liked it. She could feel him getting harder as she got hotter. She pushed her hips into his strokes, bringing herself even closer to an orgasm.

“That’s right Montell, do it hard, fuck me hard baby. I’m about to explode all over you.”

Montell rode her, pumped her, burying his dick deep within her steamy cavern with each stroke. She felt the wave of release as she came, and he kept going. For the moment she thought of nobody but him, remembering all the things he did to her body to make her pussy rage with fire. She felt him finally succumb to all the wild gyrations going on inside of her, letting out a loud groan, as she felt his body shaking. He kissed her nipples and grabbed her tight, as both their bodies slowly came to an anti-climax from all the excitement. He smothered her mouth with wet, wild kisses.

"Damn, Montell, what got into you tonight? Baby, you've got me so hot for your ass."

"I love you Joy, I really love you." He was looking into her eyes, saying the words with such emotion that it almost made her cry. There was something in his voice, something different, as he held her so tight she could barely breathe.

“I know baby, I love you too. I missed your smiling face Montell.” Her heart started aching with guilt..

“Did you? Do you really love me Joy? Like I love you? I would do anything for you. I was even thinking about us getting married.” He moved her hair away from her face.

Married? Oh hell, where did that come from? She didn’t know what to say. She loved him, but she surely couldn’t marry him. She was living a lie enough as it was.

“Married Montell? When did this enter your mind? We never discussed marriage before.” She wondered what was really on his mind.

“Yes, I said marriage. Maybe if we got married and spent more time together, you wouldn’t have time to be running around with your boss.” He was stroking her hair, but she pulled away from him.

“Just what do you mean, I wouldn’t have time to be running around with my boss? It’s part of my job to ‘run around with him’, as you call it. We are always out going to meetings with clients. It’s part of the business. I keep telling you this.” She touched him on the forehead.

“Really? Do you meet with clients at night, when you’ve told me you were on your way to bed? Are you out with clients at ten o’clock at night, in your boss’s car?” He looked her dead in the eyes waiting for her response.

Her jaw dropped. Did he see her somewhere?

“Montell,” she laughed nervously, “what do you mean? I’ve been at home all week. Maybe you thought you saw me.” She tried to look away from him, but he pulled her head around to face him.

“Yeah, maybe I did, but did I see a mirage when I saw that same car at the bank this morning, and I saw you walk over to your boss, and he whispered in your ear, before planting his hand on your ass? Did I just imagine that too this morning, in the parking lot of your bank?”

Oh God, he was there this morning. He had watched them. How could she get out of this? She laid there, looking at him blankly, in shock.

Her cover was blown. She was busted.

Joy Is A Bad, Bad Girl!

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 14:36:00 +0000

My debut novel, "Living Between Lies" will be released in print and on Kindle within two weeks. I let my friends preview the entire manuscript to get their thoughts on the story, especially since I'm close to finishing the sequel "Living Separate Lies". They loved the book and got into the sequence of events and the characters, especially Joy. One of my friends wants me to kill Joy off, because she's a homewrecker and a cheater!

Now granted, Joy is bad. She will use sex to get what she wants. She breaks up a marriage, cheats on her boyfriend, uses her boss to advance her career, and by the end, has wreaked havoc on several people's lives. But does she deserve to die just for that? We got into a heated debate over what Joy's fate should be, which got my creative juices flowing. I've got a lot more trouble (and kinky sex) to get Joy into in the sequel, since she is a freak and she loves sex. But in book three, anything is possible! To get an idea of Joy's sex-capades, read the entire blog starting with "Life In The Fast Lane." What do you think should happen to Joy? Leave me a comment or drop me an email. Somebody will die in the final episode, and I'm open for suggestions!

Have You Been Touched Today?

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 06:56:00 +0000

Just one touch from the right person can have you reeling all day. There's a lot of it going on in "Touch"...
Nick felt like he had been immersed in a pool filled with cold water. He had never felt anything like this, and he was having a hard time relaxing at first, especially since he could only feel what they were doing. He finally decided to lay back and let his mind wander, as he was licked and caressed everywhere. Having multiple sets of hands on his body, and multiple lips on him, while being able to touch and lick the girl’s bodies had him harder than he ever could have imagined. And he was about to explode. Were they reading his mind too? Just as he had the thought that he needed to release, his pants were coming down, and he felt warm hands palming his shaft, rolling it back and forth...

Read the rest of the preview from the soon to be released "The Other Side Of The Fence" on the Black Erotica Guide. Read "Touch"

Sex With The Boss

Joy didn't care how much the women at the bank rolled their eyes at her. Nor did she care about the prying eyes and comments of her nosy co-worker Shelly. Seducing Tony and fucking him had paid big benefits. He promoted her, and now she was in position to pull in a ton of money herself. He loved spending money on her, and he was fucking her brains out every chance he got to steal away from his wife.It was nearly a perfect set-up.

The sexual chemistry between Joy and Tony was strong, and Joy had to fight every urge she had to keep her eyes off him.Any time they got close to each other, she wanted to touch him, and she could see the look on his face, letting her know that he wanted her. He kept her busy in his office, and all she could think about was pushing her skirt up and straddling him in his chair, or getting between his legs under the desk and sucking him into an explosive orgasm.

Of course the immediate problem was that they had to deny their attraction towards each other in front of everybody at work. And Shelly was always watching. And making comments.

Joy was having a harder time trying to keep Montell under control. The more she sneaked around with Tony, the less time she had for Montell, and he was getting suspicious. He never liked the relationship with Tony from jump, and now he was always asking for an accounting of her time, and challenging her when she turned down the chance to be with him. It would only be a matter of time before he either found something out, or he got tired of hanging on the sidelines.

She felt like something was coming around the corner soon, and it wasn't going to be good.

Sex Out Of Bounds

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:51:00 +0000

Any time you do something you know you shouldn't be doing, the little voice goes off in your head, reminding you that you shouldn't be doing it. Joy's little voice was going off, reminding her about cheating on Montell and helping Tony cheat on his wife. She continued to ignore it, choosing to focus on the sensational feeling she experienced with Tony, finally getting to enjoy his naked body rubbing all over hers. He was huge, and he knew how to work his shit, fucking her in different positions and grinding her into orgasms so riveting that she could hardly move afterwards. How could she back away from getting rocked like that, when she craved more of it?

Montell was a great screw, but he was her safety net. Somebody to keep her appeased until she met the real prospect, the one who could dazzle her in every way. And Tony was the one, with the promise of incredible, heart-stopping sex, the resources to help her get ahead in her job, and the money to buy her whatever she wanted. The last part was already coming true, since he had dropped a wad of cash on her and told her to go buy some sexy shit to wear for him at work, and for the next time they got together. Montell was just the opposite, always chastizing her for spending too much. He was no competition for Tony.

Joy was successful at quieting her own inner voice, but not the voice of her girl Kiki, who never hesitated to remind her when she was going the wrong way. And now she was on the phone, interrupting the orgasm she was close to having while fantisizing about Tony. She was worse than the freakin' Mother Superior.

"Joy, you know this is fucked up. You shouldn't be doing Montell the way you are. If you're that hung up on Tony, then let Montell go."

Joy knew she was right, but why should she if he was still hanging around?

"No Kiki, I still have feelings for Montell. I'm not ready to let him go yet. Besides, I love fucking him, and when Tony isn't around, who else will I have to keep me company?"

"Ok, keep it up. He's gonna find out, mark. And don't come crying to me when he drops your ass."

"Yeah, whatever." Joy heard a tone go off in her ear. She had another call. "Kiki, I got to take this call, I think it's Tony. I'll call you tomorrow."

She hastily pressed the button to switch to the other call.

"Hello?"

""Hey baby, I got a free minute and I wanted to hear your voice. What are you doing?" Tony crooned, dropping that creamy baritone in her ears.

"Nothing Boss, just thinking about fucking you again. What's on your mind?" Like she didn't already have the answer.

"Getting back up in your hot, tight pussy. I sneaked off for a minute, pretending I had to go to the store. So I don't have long. I just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about stoking your ass right now. Imagine my tongue jammed up against your clit, then slipping up inside that hot little slit."

"I'm thinking about it."

Joy leaned back on the bed, spreading her thighs and sliding her fingers down to her already moistened lips, inside her silk panties . She quivered at her own touch, thinking about how Tony had licked her into mind-numbing multiple orgasms. She slid her finger through the taut opening, probing against the heat of her walls. She drew the finger back out, dragging the juices out and over her clit, making small circular motions. Damn, she really needed him to fuck her right now.

"You feel me baby? I'm hard as a damned steel pipe right now, thinking about your soft thighs, pushing them apart so I can get my dick up in that hot ass."

"Mmmmm, damn Tony, I need to fuck you right now. I can't wait. When are we getting together again?"

"I'm coming up with something to cover my ass for tomorrow night. I promise, we'll be together, ok? Keep that shit hot for me, and I'll see you in the morning. Maybe we can sneak something in for lunch.Wear something sexy." He let out a groan, sounding like he was getting his own self off. "Sweet dreams baby."

"Night Tony."

She quickly ended the call, throwing the phone on the bed beside her. She picked up the tempo of the movement of her hand, probing her two fingers deeper as she applied more pressure over her swelling. The orgasm came within minutes, pushing through her short breaths, pussy walls tightening and moving in spasms. She filled her head with visions of Tony thrusting deep inside her, mixing his explosive eruption with her own. She couldn't wait until they came together again.

Damn all this creeping around.

Joy Between The Sheets

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 06:10:00 +0000

She had crossed the final line, finally able to reap the fruits of her labor. Joy couldn't believe the sensation of Tony's thick, rock-hard dick, totally filling up every inch of her tight, molten walls. Her pussy had molded over the sides of his girth, stretched farther than she ever could have imagined. He had her legs splayed as far as they would reach, ramming her, grinding his hairy groin against her clit.

"Oh fuck yeah, slam it harder Tony...oh...yessss...take this pussy baby..."

She was on the verge, getting closer to an explosion. She had never been fucked like this before. Tony was wild, bucking against her like something inside him had just been set free. Her hips met his every thrust, thirsty to keep him inside her, as he hit the back of her wall. Her nerves and senses were tingling, as she dug her nails deep into his shoulders and back

"Damn, Joy, this pussy is on fire, it's so damned tight, shit, you gonna make me come, baby." He strained to get the words out, breathing hard and shallow, as he dropped sweat on her chest from his body. "I don't want to come until I feel you baby, work that hot pussy over my dick. Let that shit go."

Joy’s body was starting to quiver, overcome with the sensation of his dick expanding between her walls, as her inflamed pussy lips sucked him in. “Tony, I’m about to come baby, oh, what the hell are you doing to me!”

“Not just yet baby,” He thrust in all the way, and her hips met him in rhythmic motion. She was beyond boiling, she was going super nova, and she felt her muscles clench up before starting the big release.

“Tony, oh shit…you’re making me…oooooooh damn!” Joy felt wild sensations electrify her body, and her muscles contracted on him, squeezing down on his rock-hard shaft. She heard him grunting and moaning, as his body tightened up. His dick felt red hot, like a poker iron sliding in and out of her.

“Oh baby, that’s sending me over, I can’t hold it any longer,” he groaned as he pushed in the final time, and she felt him pulsating against her walls. She kept moving her hips, and he groaned louder.

When they finally stopped moving, they collapsed into a long, frenzied kiss. Their bodies locked together, hot and sweaty, with the cool air conditioned air swirling around them.

“Damn, Joy, your body is incredible. I haven’t had an experience like that in… in never. I can’t believe I waited so long to make love to you. But it was worth every second of the wait.” He rolled over to the side of her, pulling her into his arms. “I could do that again and again.”

Joy was still catching her breath. Her heart felt like it was racing right out of her chest. “And you can do it again and again, whenever you want. You were amazing. I thought you were going to make my body explode. Oh damn, I can still feel you.” She put his hand between her legs. She was still hot, even after all they had done.

“Damn woman, you’re still smokin’? What’s it gonna take to turn your oven off?” He kissed her again, while sliding his fingers back inside her hot slit. “Guess it’s time for round two, while we still have time.”

Joy never knew sneaking around could be so much fun. She was willing to take the risks, as long as they didn't get caught...

Road To Rapture

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 18:05:00 +0000

Was he out of his mind? Tony knew where all this would lead, all this interaction with Joy. He was heading right down the same road of destruction as with his previous affairs. His wife, Lorna had warned him that if he strayed one more time, there would be no forgiveness. Just the sound of her throwing his shit out of the window.

So why was he putting his marriage in jeopardy again? Other than to satisfy the curiosity he had for what Joy had beneath all those sexy clothes she wore, or to appease the tightening in his balls and the unquenchable desire in his dick to get inside her and get a taste of her juices? It all came down to lust. His need for wild, uninhibited sex, the kind he wasn't getting at home, and the kind he knew he could get from Joy. He spent long hours imagining what it was going to feel like the first time she put her lips on his head. Lorna would never go down on him.

After playing with Joy in the car, Tony was ready for the real thing. His friend Matt was out of town, so he could use his condo, as he had in the past. He would take Joy along for the next meeting with the developers he had been courting. After the meeting, they would have the rest of the day to touch, lick and screw each other, and he could finally cure his obsession with her. He felt his dick swell in his pants, straining to break out, after he shared his plan with Joy. How was he going to be able to keep his eyes off her and get his work done in the office? Every time he saw her all he could think about was throwing her across his desk, pushing her skirt up, and spearing her hot ass until she came hard all over his dick. He wished he could put that shit in a memo.

The day finally came. Tony got the answer to his dreams. As soon as they landed the account and wrapped the meet with the developers, he wasted no time rushing Joy off to the seclusion of the condo. He got to see, touch and taste her body and live out the fantasies that had his mind and dick riveted awake at night.

He stood up, pulling her up with him. He reached around to her back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. He rubbed his fingers across his lips, taking in the sight of her ample breasts pushed up in the matching pale yellow lace bra. He reached behind her again, unclasping her bra, releasing the twin beauties to full view. He pulled her lace panties down to her knees, letting them fall to the floor as he cupped her ass. All she was wearing now was her heels and her pearls.

“Oh fuck me, damn you are a beautiful sight, standing there like that.” He picked up her dress and backed over to the chair across from the bed. “Let me just take in this vision. Damn, you look like a centerfold.”

He started taking his clothes off quickly, laying his in the chair opposite of hers. He was careful not to get the scent of her perfume on his clothes. Joy sat down on the edge of the bed, opening her legs slightly, and massaging herself in front of him.

“You like this Tony?" She slid her finger between her soaked lips, while sucking the fingers on her free hand. She let out a slight moan as she excited herself. “If you liked licking it, you’re gonna love fucking it.” She rubbed her wet fingers across her nipples, making them stand to attention. She took off one of her larger strands of pearls, and let it hang in between her legs. She leaned back on the bed slightly, closing her legs on the pearls, and started to pull them over her clit slowly with one hand, while squeezing her nipples with the other hand. She threw her head back and let out a low-pitched groan. Then she smiled at him seductively.

“Crap, you’re going to make me come just watching you get off on that.” He started walking towards her, grabbing and massaging his massive, swollen shaft. She looked him up and down, letting her eyes roam from his chest to his abs before locking on to what he was holding in his hand.

He stood in front of her, pulling her legs apart wide. “If you like playing with things between your legs, I’ve got just the toy for you...”

Bad Girlfriend Ch. 2

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 10:39:00 +0000

Read part 2 in my "Bad Girlfriend" series, now on Literotica.com. Here's a preview:

Justin couldn’t believe his luck. The x-rated movie that had been playing in his head depicting his sexual fantasy ride with Alexa was coming true. It was a gorgeous, breezy summer night, perfect to be outside having the ride of his life up her tight, broiling hot pussy. Alexa had made it pretty clear that she was all for sex outside, especially after their first encounter with him ramming his fingers inside her walls. She was one of the hottest girls he had ever been with. His senses were already starting to overload, especially since he hadn’t had sex in a couple of months. The view of her voluptuous, sweaty body had completely jarred his memory, as he got his rhythm back in the groove.

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A Taste Of Seduction

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 01:44:00 +0000

Joy felt nothing but pure ecstacy as Tony pressed his hot lips and body against hers. This was the event she had been waiting for; Tony taking charge and coming after her instead of only watching her. He had her pinned against the door of his car, assaulting her senses with his tongue dancing across hers. They were both consumed with desire, oblivious to any club patrons who may have wandered through the parking lot.

Finally seeking more privacy, Tony opened the passenger door so they could enter. He positioned himself on top of Joy, pushing her skirt up and grinding his hardened shaft against her now throbbing crotch. She felt his hands unbuttoning her top, and pushing inside her bra, as his other hand pushed inside her panties, rubbing over her engorged clit. His fingers slid down to part her lips and push inside her heat. She could tell he was thirsty, as he stroked her skin and probed between her legs, stopping just short of pulling his dick out and fucking her right on the gloved leather seat of the car.

A quick thought entered her head again; he had a wife, she had a boyfriend, and she shouldn't be doing this. But she had been planning for this moment from the first day she met him. She torched the last remnant of guilt that tugged at her common sense side, with a flick of her tongue across his lips.

With the press of a button, Tony had moved the seat down and back, so he could get on her, pushing her skirt up and pulling her legs apart so he could get between them. She could hardly keep still, with his hard bulge rubbing against her crotch. She was hot and hard, moisture mounting between her thighs as he ground his body into her pelvis. She wanted him to rip her panties off and take her right there, no matter who may be looking. She hoped the dark window tint would shield the x-rated scene from public view.

They lost track of time, until the clock on the dash board flashed, and Antonio noticed how late it was.

“Oh shit, I should be leaving.” He kissed her between words, rubbing his hands between her thighs.

She was gasping for air, her heart beating wildly as his lips touched her body. “Uh-uh, don’t leave me like this,” she breathed, sucking and kissing his lips. “ All I've been thinking about is getting you inside me.”

The last thing she wanted to do now was stop. He had gotten her so hot that she had forgotten where they were, risking discovery, nearly fucking her out in the parking lot.

One of his hands was on the back of her neck, and the other was inside her panties. He tried to get the words out between kisses. “I really want to fuck you so badly right now, but I’ve got to head home. Next time baby, I promise you. If there’s any kind of way that I can escape to see you this weekend, can I?” He pushed himself away from her to let her know he was serious.

“I don’t know Tony, it depends on what my boyfriend is doing. If he’s off, he’ll be at my house. You can call me if you get a chance.” She put her lips against his again. Oh, his lips felt so good, so persuasive. She wanted to hold on to that sensation all night. She tried to get control of her senses. She was on overload. He moved off her reluctantly, looking around to see what was going on outside the car, while he tried to straighten his clothes.

“I’ll figure something out. I will call you. Come on, let’s go. Let me take you to your car.” He waited for her to fix her clothes and hair, and they stepped out into the night air.

Joy couldn't keep her thoughts straight as she angled her car for home. Her pussy was throbbing, left unsatisfied, needing to be quenched by Tony's massive dick. It took all her strength to keep the car on the road, as she got her legs apart as far as she could, shoving her fingers inside the wetness while keeping her thumb on her clit. The faster she massaged between her lips, the faster her heart raced and the faster she was mashing the gas pedal. Good thing the road was dark and deserted, and nobody was there to see or hear her hit the crescendo of release, as she fantasized that Tony was ramming her hard. She was sure she had driven across the lanes several times, as she involuntarily closed her eyes when she pushed her clit to the melting point.

As Joy pulled in to the parking lot of her apartment building, she noticed her man's car parked in the visitor's spot. What was Montell doing at her house so early? Well, it didn't matter, because she was still hot and in need of a dick. She needed to be fucked in the worse way. If she couldn't fuck Tony tonight, Montell would have to do - for now.

**Read Joy's full story of seduction and deception. Does she get her men in the end? Follow Joy's sexual exploits in the first novel in the series, "Living Between Lies", now available @ AMAZON.com

Close Encounter

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 07:01:00 +0000

After the little scene in the elevator, Joy finally had proof that Antonio was ready to take it to the next level. His kiss on her neck left her smoldering for hours. She spent the weekend with her boyfriend Montell, but her mind was all over Antonio. All over his thick, sexy lips, all over his broad muscular body, and all over the treat he had hidden underneath his designer trousers and boxers.

It was Friday, and Joy came in ready for action She pranced around the office in a royal blue fitted suit, with her favorite powder blue bra and panties underneath. She hoped Antonio would have a reason to see what she had hidden beneath the polish of the business attire.

Joy's persevearance paid off. Antonio had been literally all over her all day, keeping her coming into his office for just about any reason he could muster. She felt like a ping pong ball, making trips back and forth to bring him files, as he stood behind her, peering over her shoulder as she sat in front of his desk. He had the perfect view of her rounded breasts, pushed up right below the shawl collar of her top.

By the end of the day, Joy was set to leave, but Antonio called her into his office again. He invited her to meet him for drinks at Blue Chicago. She accepted, keeping cool on the outside, but she was throbbing on the inside, anticipating moving beyond their current relationship.

When she arrived at the club, he was standing near the doors, looking for her. He looked relieved when he saw her walking towards him. He started smiling, holding his hand out to take her by the arm. He gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Hey, you made it. I was thinking maybe you changed your mind.” He led her into the club. There was a buzzing crowd tonight, with smooth jazz playing in the background.

“No, no, I just waited to leave with everyone else. You know, so it wouldn’t look weird. If I tell you I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said close to him, running her finger under his chin.

They went inside, securing a table tucked away back in a corner. They ordered drinks. Antonio touched her hand, as soon as they sat down. His hands were as gorgeous as the rest of him. His nails were perfectly manicured, and he wore a thick gold link bracelet. He had a diamond letter “A” ring on his right hand ring finger, and his gold nugget and diamond wedding band on the other. He was making circular motions over her skin and it was sending little electric shocks all through her. She was trying to get a read on what he wanted to do next.

“You know, I just wanted to commend you on how hard you’ve been working. You’ve learned quite a lot in a short time. In fact, you probably know more than some of my loan officers. I’m ready to put you on some of the bigger deals. I want you exposed to everything.” He stroked his fingers across her hand again, this time moving up to her forearm. It sent a shiver up and down her spine.

“Thanks Tony, but I owe it all to you. You are a great teacher. You could teach anyone anything.”

She ran her fingers over the smooth skin of his hand. A hand she was imagining touching her breasts, caressing her body, sliding up her thighs. He seemed to be ready to take things to the next level. She took a sip of her drink, and locked on to his tempting hazel eyes. She let the drink drip on her lips, so she could lick the liquid off. Then she took her fingers and ran them across her lips, licking them. He was completely at attention. His lips were starting to drop open, like he was imagining all the enticing things she could do with her mouth. She undid one button on her top, to expose the crest of her cleavage. Then she touched his hand again.

“Tony, tell me, what are you doing here?” She had one hand on his arm, and the other hand on his knee, starting to work its way up his thigh. His quads flexed beneath her touch. He shifted in his seat.

“I just wanted to talk to you without every eye on us, that’s all. Kind of celebrate my good decision to hire you.” The look in his eyes and his increased breathing was giving him away.

“Really?’ She almost whispered, bringing her head closer to his. “That’s your only reason?” She knew what he had on his mind, so why was he beating around the bush? This wasn’t his first time stepping out.

“Well actually,” he smiled a little, “I just wanted to get you alone. I think it’s time for us to get to know each other a little better.” His eyes wandered from her face down to her body.

She gazed at him, soaking in his rugged charm and the mature outline of lean muscle hiding beneath his custom-made suit. He looked strong, authoritative and commanding, the very things that turned her on about him.

She was hoping he would react to her green light signals, and make the next move. He must have read her mind, because he reached across the table and caressed her cheek. There wasn’t much space left between their faces. He leaned in closer, pulling her mouth up to his with the tip of his finger on her chin. He softly pursed his lips against hers. His lips felt hot and firm. She kissed him back, and she could swear she felt the air heating around them. The kiss was brief, but there was a whisper of lust on the tip of his tongue, as he moved it skillfully against hers.

He let her go, and she finally got her breath back enough to utter a sentence. “Tony, do you want me?” She spoke in a low, sultry voice, as she looked into those dreamy hazel eyes. All she could think about was climbing on top of him and riding him like she was in a saddle. And from what she could feel between his legs, he was packing like a horse.

It was obvious that he was getting turned on. He licked his lips, touching them with his fingertips. He cracked a little crooked smile at the corner of his mouth. “Let’s go outside.” He took her hand, pulling her up from the table.

The First Touch

noreply@blogger.com (J. Davis) — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 01:16:00 +0000

Joy never knew it could be so much fun having a job. She woke up everyday in a rush to get ready to get to the office and get up under Antonio. She could feel the heat between them building every day. When she sat across from him at his desk, she could sense his eyes undressing her body. She could almost feel his touch on her skin, licking her nipples, caressing her between her thighs. As he spoke her concentration drifted from what he was showing her, because her mind was stuck in a fantasy of the orgasmic high she was waiting for him to unleash.

Today she wore one of her favorite dresses, a sexy emerald green number. It was short and tight, and framed her hourglass figure like a glove. When she sashayed across the bank lobby, every head turned. By the time she got to her desk on the sixth floor, even her girl Shelly had smart remarks.

“Girl, do you ever wear anything low key? You know you’re about to get raped up in here! And you’re making the rest of us look like old hags.” Shelly started laughing. She was in her mid thirties, with a slender build. She knew she wasn’t bad looking, but she couldn’t compete with Joy.

“Sorry Shelly. When you got it, you have to work it. And I know how to work it.” Joy licked her lips like she was posing for Maxim.

“Joy, I don’t think there’s a man in here today who wouldn’t hand you his whole paycheck just to see you naked, you know that? Including Antonio. You’ve been driving him wild. I’m watching him, and he’s watching you every time you even move to pick up a piece of paper. He‘s hot for your ass. You’d better stop teasing him, or he’ll be on you like flies on an elephant! Now you know the man has a wife,” she reasoned.

She couldn't tell Shelly, but that was just the effect she wanted. She was hoping that with every sway of her hips, and every lick across her lips, it was driving him to the edge. And so what about his wife? Apparently she wasn't all that, or he wouldn't be salivating over her everyday, and coming up with reasons to keep her in his office so much.

Once again, Antonio had managed to keep Joy at the office later than everybody else. He finally told her to pack it up for the night. They were the only ones left on the floor, as he walked behind her ad pushed the button to call the elevator.

“By the way, you look phenomenal in that dress today.” Tony stood very close to her, partially behind her. There was a tendril of hair on the back of her neck, and he longed to move it and kiss the spot it was covering.

“Thanks Mr. Mar…I mean Tony.” She never called him by his last name when they were alone. He saw a bit of color rush to her cheeks.

The elevator doors opened, and they got on. Again, he stood right behind her, close enough for him to hear her breathing. This time, he let his hand graze along the curve of the back of her neck. It must have tickled her, and she put her hand there to feel what had touched her. He caught her hand and kissed it. She spun around, with a stunned look on her face. He knew he had to move quickly, so he pressed his lips against her neck softly, feeling the warmth of her skin and inhaling her scent of honeysuckle and white tea rose up close.

Her eyes drifted up to meet his, as she stood completely speechless and glued in place. The doors were about to open, so he spun her around to face outwards, in case someone was lingering in the lobby. He whispered in her ear from behind, “I’ll see you tomorrow, beautiful.”

The doors opened, and he got off, holding them open for her like nothing had just happened. She looked up at him again, as if trying to figure out when he had flipped the switch. Then she smiled at him, and switched that cute ass out to her car. He hoped she was as obsessed with him as he was with her.