Spectacular Stranger Page 2
“Taste yourself”, he said huskily and Kelly opened her mouth to let his fingers inside. She sucked on his fingers hungrily, her body consumed by the arousal that he was capable of igniting in her. “I want to taste your cunt, it’s so damn wet for my cock”, she heard him say softly.
With that, he abruptly bent lower and grabbed her legs, pulling them wide apart before leaning down. His flattened tongue began at the top of her clit and ended at her vagina, where he opened his mouth to suck at the opening where he knew his cock would be buried in a moment.
He slid his tongue along all the crevices and then got back to kiss her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lifting her legs to wrap them around his waist. The head of his cock touched her and she groaned, pushing her hips towards it to take it inside her. He rubbed his cock over her entrance, grinding the soft flesh with his hard shaft, but never penetrating.
“Do you want my cock inside you?” he asked huskily, his warm breath mingling with hers.
Kelly nodded her head emphatically, her orgasm was on the brink, she knew she would go mad of he did not fill her soon.
“Say it. What do you want?” he said, gasping, unable to wait any longer, himself.
“I want your cock inside me”, she almost cried out and he rammed his cock into her. She arched her back, moaning loudly, her body convulsing as she came with a force that made her dig her nails into his hard buttocks.
He pounded her, keeping up a relentless rhythm that had her moaning and grabbing onto him, her hips pushing towards his to meet this thrusts. Suddenly, he pulled his cock out and she almost groaned with the loss. He flipped her over, flat onto her stomach and pushed a pillow under her hips. She tried to spread her legs apart but he pushed them back together, and got on top of her, bracing his weight on his knees.
He grabbed his cock in one hand, and parted her ass cheeks with the other. He guided the head of his cock to the opening of her ass and pressed against it. Kelly jumped as she realized what he meant to do and her breathing quickened. She had never been fucked like this before and the thought that she was about to be, almost made her cum.
“Go slow”, she said softly, and he stayed silent as he pressed little by little into her. His cock was already dripping wet from her juices so it was sliding inside her ass hole. Suddenly, searing, burning pain filled her and she started trying to pull away.
“It’s ok,” Scott said, paused in his actions. He let Kelly’s ass tremble over him and waited for her pain to subside. She calmed after a moment, and made small moaning noises instead, the sounds muffled by the mattress. “You ok now?” he asked, and she nodded, feeling the gradual inch by inch movements as her asshole swallowed Scott’s cock and filled her in a way she had never felt before. She was open-mouthed against the bed, unable to move with the shock of what she was daring to do.
He was fully inside her now, and Scott let her body free, only his hips pinning her to the bed with his cock buried into her ass, unmoving for now. He did not thrust, waiting for her ass to expand to accommodate him.
Kelly forced herself to relax and as she did, she felt the way it was pressing her vagina through the walls of her body and felt a strange sort of renewed pleasure. Why hadn’t she tried this before?
He rubbed her back, “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, breathing heavily.
She was so aroused; her cunt was clenching and unclenching, ready to orgasm with the lightest of stimulations. “Yes”, she gasped, “Move”.
He shifted slightly, his cock moving inside her and she moaned against the bed. He pulled out an inch and then thrust slowly, she moaned, and his control snapped. Taking hold of her waist, he thrust inside her ass, and she moaned and grit her teeth, feeling every movement with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She shivered with every lunge he made. She was gasping, struggling, and he reached under her body to pinch a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She groaned and thrust her hips upwards, to take him in deeper. She came with a loud, low groan as her cunt squirted heavily. The second she came, Scott’s body jerked and he closed his eyes, pouring his warm cum into her ass.
He pulled his cock out of her and lay down on the bed next to her. Kelly turned her head sideways to look at him; his cock was soft and dangling to one side as he lay on his back, his arms covering his face.
Chapter Five
There was a moment of silence. The thick silence that follows an act of sex, even sex meant purely for the purpose of fucking another person senseless. They both lay in their own, lost universes, absorbing the fact that they had done such a thing, and reliving their favorite moments. There was a silent commentary running through the air.
Kelly felt like a different person. She could barely believe that earlier on it that very evening she had been standing in the bathroom, crying her heart out over Jake. Now, she could barely remember his name, and those emotional scenes of lovemaking they had shared together had been blown out of the water. She had never experienced anything like this. Scott and his body made her knees go weak. She had no idea why he had this effect on her senses, but it was true that she had never had so many orgasms during sex. Kelly was not usually a sexual person, but now it felt as though fire, ice, dragons and spirits were fighting through her body as she experiences joy, grief, guilt, pleasure and desire all at once, all heightened, all lingering.
She felt addicted. Even now, with her ass burning and her cunt sore from his large cock pounding deliciously inside it, all she wanted was to bend over his body and take him into her mouth to make it wet with her tongue. She wanted to rub her tongue over his balls, and make Scott groan aloud with pleasure, but she held back, merely looking at the man who was the cause of all of this pleasure. She wanted to touch him again, to feel his presence inside her once more, but her insides seemed to have turned to jelly, and she just lay, feeling the dying throbs of orgasm and pleasure as they ebbed through her and made her sigh at the strangeness of it all.
“Did you want me to stay over?” Scott asked, lowering his arms from his face. He looked different now he was spent – softer somehow and more like the shy man in the bar she had invited back.
“If you like,” she said. “I somehow don’t really care what you do,” she looked at him, feeling a soft of power shift between them. Now he was spent, she was the one to be giving commands, to be testing his boundaries.
“I guess I’ll take off, actually,” he said, sitting up and looking at Kelly’s soft body, pert nipples and open, wet sex. He stared at her for a moment, and then took off back to the bathroom.
Kelly heard the shower start and sighed, imagining Scott’s body under the water – the steam covering his skin and the water pouring over his taught, toned body. He was certainly worth seeing again, but if he was in a relationship, she couldn’t do it. She had already ruined one relationship; she couldn’t risk the death of another. She couldn’t hurt a woman, not even one she had never met.
“Thanks,” Scott’s voice came from the doorway. He was dressed, and had his mobile phone in his hand. “I’ll call a cab from here, yeah?”
“Sure,” Kelly said, feeling completely relaxed in her nakedness. “And Scott, maybe you shouldn’t be fucking strange women you meet in bars if you’ve got a girlfriend,” she chastised.
He smirked and rolled his eyes as he dialed the number. “Believe me, she’ll be doing the exact same thing,” he said, putting the phone to his ear. As he turned to speak to the operator, Kelly felt a strange wondering… Was that how modern relationships worked these days? People fucking strangers and there being no recriminations? She thought back to her time with Jake and concluded they had been terribly old-fashioned, but wasn’t this casual sex taking things a bit too far? She had to know what else there was to do in her new found single life.
“I’ll wait outside,” Scott said, pulling his jacket on. “Thanks for the memories, babe, that was a night and a half,” he ruffled her hair rather than kiss her, and Kelly was pleased.
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sp; “And if I choose to visit the Santiago again?” she asked, referring back to the club.
“Oh, I’m there most Thursday nights,” he said, shrugging. “Eloise doesn’t care for dancing or drinking, but I’m up for pretty much anything,” he grinned.
“See you around,” Kelly said, following Scott to her door and locking it behind him. Her skin felt electric as she pressed herself against the cold exterior door. She had awakened something inside herself, and could not wait to bring it to life once again.
Next Thursday night could not come too soon…
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Hard Interview
Jennifer Cox is determined to do anything to please her new boss, but will it get her the ultimate position?
The job of a lifetime, the adverts had said, and jenny had been lucky enough to score an interview. She had her strategy all set out. No more would she be the one in the trouser suit and flat shoes waiting to ‘prove herself’. This time, she was going in guns blazing. Short skirt, high heels and lipstick proved she was a woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted – and they had better be ready.
She was going to sleep her way to the top. No matter who she had to fuck, she was prepared to do anything. She was beautiful, young, and ready to do what her boss asked – she would be irresistible, employable and an office favourite. She eyed up the competition in the waiting room and allowed a small smile.
Piece of cake, she thought.
“Jennifer Cox?” a handsome face appeared at the door. “I’m Mark; would you like to come in?”
“Of course,” she answered, rising gracefully. She smoothed back her long red hair and followed the mousy-brown, slender man into the room. It has just a single desk and a chair before and behind it.
Perfect, she thought.
“Can I get you anything?” Mark went behind the desk and ticked Jenny’s name off a list. He took his glasses off and straightened a piece of paper. Obviously a perfectionist boss, but maybe there was something lurking under that smart suit?
“No,” she replied, “but you can have this…” and without any further discussion, she stood, unclipped her blouse and skirt and let them fall to the floor. She was without any underwear – completely and utterly naked and in front of a stranger, too. She didn’t care.
Mark’s eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in her shapely breasts, thighs and legs, still promoted by their high heels. She turned slowly on the spot, like a model, allowing the suited man to observe her body – her readiness and the lack in inhibition she had. She needed him to know she was fuckable and employable.
“What are you waiting for… sir?” she put her head on one side and locked the door behind her, lowering the blind over the frosted glass.
Mark shook his head slightly and removed his jacket disbelievingly. Jenny gloated with her eyes at her tall, handsome man who gave a sideways smile and slowly stripped in front of her. It was a delicious strip-tease in response to her sudden nakedness, and Jenny watched, biting her lower lip.
Off went the suit – jacket and then trousers, with tie and shirt still on. Mark folded his clothes neatly and put them onto the floor as if preparing for an examination. His handmade shoes were pushed off – the laces still tied - and Jenny resisted the urge to help him undress. The moment of awkwardness, the calm before the storm was hers to enjoy completely. The heating had clicked off, and in response, Jenny’s nipples jutted out to attention. She allowed herself a smile as she caught sight of the straining bulge in Mark’s boxer shorts be suddenly released. The glowing pink head of his prick seemed to reach for her, and she longed to lick its salty sweetness. She sat on the leather office chair, feeling the cool touch against her skin, and parted her legs slightly, seductively. Mark stared at the tiny glimpse of her sex and his prick seemed to grow even larger.
“Are you alright on that little chair?” Mark asked, gripping his prick in one hand and staring at Jenny’s supple and soft naked body. She grinned and spread her legs apart. Mark made a small noise before getting down on his knees.
“I want to fucking lick you out, you gorgeous thing,” he moaned before giving her labia a flat-tongued, full lick that made Jenny purse her mouth and gasp at the unexpected fullness of the contact. Mark’s clever tongue poked in and out, experimentally, of her wet sex, making electric pleasure spike up her clitoris and towards her very soul. She was amazed that this stranger was arousing such feelings in her. She just wanted a job in exchange for a fuck, and this was definitely not what she had been expecting. With the mark of experience, the tall and thin man used one manicured finger to press teasingly on the welcoming entrance to Jenny’s vagina. His active tongue flicked quickly and delightfully on her swollen clitoris which twitched and pulsed as those feelings of sexual joy were drawn from it over and over again.
“Oh god,” Jenny sighed, gripping the armrest of the chair with one hand and twisting the other’s fingers into Mark’s neatly combed hair. As if encouraged by her forceful grip, Mark sucked on Jenny’s clitoris and dipped his finger tip rhythmically in and out of her open sex. The handsome man’s head was buried between her legs and Jenny could feel the start of an orgasm causing tension and flutters in her vagina. She pulled Mark’s head away from her sex and stared the potential employer in the face.
“Stop,” she gasped, “I want… want to fuck you,” she growled through gritted teeth. She really did want to fuck this man – this stranger whose body was so inviting, whose tongue was sol talented and who she could see herself working under for a long time…
Mark grinned and walked teasingly back over to his jacket. He had a long, slow drink of water from a bottle on the desk and came back with a condom sheathed onto his prick. His erect member seemed to be straining against the thin latex covering in an effort to get inside Jenny.
He took hold of her ankles and pushed her legs further apart, hooking her ankles over the armrests of the leather chair. Mark stared, sighing for a second at the sight of Jenny’s wet and ready sex spread open before him. Her folds lay open, ready to receive. Jenny watched, intently interested as he took his prick in his manicured and tanned hand before pushing just the very hard, yet soft head of his erection inside her. Her wet and ready sex took hold of this welcome intruder with wanton abandon. She loved the thrill of the unexpected, and sex with a stranger always turned her on. Now, to fuck him senseless so he would have no choice but to bend to her will.
Mark gritted his teeth and Jenny tried to force more of him inside herself, and instead moved deliberately slowly and frustratingly, applying tiny amounts of pressure so Jenny’s cunt practically sucked him inside with no rough or awkward thrusting needed from him. They stopped for a moment, still, amazed at their own daring, letting gravity take its course until Mark was completely buried inside Jenny’s wet, pulsating cunt – his pelvis meeting hers with a bump and grind.
Jenny could barely believe that her tiny frame could engulf Mark’s large and impressive prick, and she felt the glorious fullness she had been craving and smiled in completeness. She clenched and unclenched her inner muscles, feeling the completeness of having another man rooted inside her. It was delicious. She ran a hand over her abdomen, feeling Mark’s cock pushing against her muscles. She grinned as Mark flinched. Clearly, he could feel her hand through her body, too.
“Jesus,” Mark breathed, pushing a little against Jenny’s cervix. “You’re so deep… This is fucking amazing. Jesus,” he repeated, as if all his fantasies had come true at once. Jenny wondered if he had ever imagined fucking an interviewee before, and moved herself on his prick.
“Lucky you,” she gasped, feeling the power of him beginning to thrust and shift inside her cunt. He ground his hips gently against the woman’s pelvis, giving Jenny’s passage the chance to tremble and clutch on his erection. His long, thick and perfect prick rubbed delicately against Jenny’s g-spot and she sighed as she realised this was not faked – Mark was constructing and building real pleasure within her.
Jenny responded with all of her feelings, loving that she was actually enjoying this, clenching herself and stirring on the organic and hot foreign object inside her, hardly daring to believe that a man she had never met, a man who could change her life forever, a man with so impressive a cock, was inside her, telling her she was amazing, fucking her as though she was worth something. She felt lie laughing, crying, screaming in the absurdity of it all as they fucked on an office chair.
“Fuck me, just fucking fuck me, do what you want,” she gasped as quietly as she could, squirming to try and increase their tempo and rhythm.
Mark finally complied with what she wanted, and their pace increased and the once unknown pair’s pleasure began to build. Without warning, suddenly Mark stopped and with startling strength for someone so slender and without noticeable muscle tone, looped his arms beneath Jenny and picked her up, carrying her over to the desk, with his prick still buried deep inside her. Jenny smirked as she realised what was to happen. Putting her gently down on the luxurious padded desk, Mark withdrew his erection for a moment, leaving Jenny feeling vacant and defective until he put his hands on her hips to show her she should turn over and bare her buttocks to him. The cushioned edge of the desk made it quite clear what he wanted and Jenny was more than willing. She swept her red hair over he shoulder and flipped herself over, looking back at him seductively.