The feeling was AMAZING! The slight pain/uncomfortable feeling of four fingers invading my pussy mixed with the pleasures produced by my clit. He reached for the lube again and spread it over the rest of his hand. It was then that I realised what he was about to do. Jack was going to try and shove his whole hand u my tight little pussy.

"Jack, no! It won't fit. I don't like this!" I whimpered but in vain, the wicked smile crept over his face again as he began steadily pushing all five fingers into my pussy.
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"Do you want to come back to my place for a little more fun, my dear?" He said in the same husky voice. "I have a surprise for you."

I am usually such a logical, sensible person and yet I found myself being led to this stranger's house and entering into his living room. As soon as we got inside and closed the door he began kissing me passionately again and pulled my blouse off. I reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head as his tongue moved from my mouth down to my tits. He cupped them and made me moan with pleasure as he licked each nipple till it was rock hard and aching. He then started attacking my skirt and gasped when he realised I was not wearing any panties.

"Mmm.you sexy bitch!" He whispered in my ear as I fought with his belt in an attempt to reach his cock. I pulled off his trousers and he pulled away again.
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This story that I am about to tell is completely and utterly true.

I like sex and felt that I was adventurous enough with my sex life. However, all my past partners seemed to be bored with that sex that we had after a while. Therefore I found it hard to keep a continuous relationship going. I found myself just going into bars and picking up a random guy to have sex with, no strings attached. These gave me a moment of pleasure but nothing substantial and I felt frustrated.

One night in mid-June I decided to go out to a club and see if I could pick up any cute guys to have a night of fun with. I got myself dressed-up. I put on my lucky small leather mini-skirt, a white low-cut blouse with no bra, aptly emphasising my large but pert 32D breasts. I also put on tall boots and wore my hair up, with a sexy curl at the front. I left my house, totally prepared for a good night out but I never expected things to go as they did.
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She hesitated and his eyes sought hers. The eyes mirrored the action. Something was wrong. Then the hesitation was replaced with resigned determination and Vincent laughed out loud. He knew.

"I'll be right back," he told her. The relief and gratitude in her eyes as he returned, unrolling the condom over his hardness, told him he had been right. He also carried with him his silk robe. He didn't want her - or him - to get carpet burn.

Now the hesitation vanished. She pulled him forward and positioned him at her entrance. Her heels at his buttocks urged him onwards and he obeyed. Together they gasped out their pleasure.

His excitement burned like a hot coal through his mind as he slicked in and out of her, breathing tender endearments into her ear as he did so. Then he could no longer concentrate and his body went rigid as he drove into her hard, once, twice, again, and again.
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Her face composed itself before his eyes. She straightened perceptibly. A bright smile appeared, as if by magic and he had a sinking feeling. "I've come to talk with you about . . ." "You're a JW, right?" Vincent interrupted her. The woman's smile dimmed then brightened again, her eyes laughing. "I guess you could say that. My name is Janet and my last name . . ."

"Starts with a W," he finished with her. "Well, Janet W. what do you want?" He wasn't about to let her get started with anything.

"To come in," she replied and pushed her way past Vincent, catching him off guard and too surprised to stop her. He followed behind her as she walked past the kitchen and into the living room of his small apartment.
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Eyes are the windows to the soul, it is said, and that one eye, grey, with the large black pupil, held his attention as no other could. In the eye he glimpsed eternity. He lowered his gaze.

Only two things sat on the table in front of him: a dish-towel and the envelope. The envelope had only one word on it: Vincent. She had scrawled it in her inimitable style. A shudder went through him and his gaze rose again, to contemplate the grey eye with its large black pupil.

It wouldn't be so hard, Vincent thought, it wouldn't be difficult at all. This vaguely surprised him. He had thought it would be otherwise. Vincent grinned ironically, what would life be, if not for its surprises?
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A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock inside her butthole. So very, very tight. I started to push my hips up toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly. My cock throbbed at the sudden removal, and I thought all was lost.

She turned around, shaking her head. Damn it if her tits were still covered. I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to drink in as much as I could before it was over. One hand moved down yet again, through her short and curlies toward her sex. She stared disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth. I couldn't take my eyes off her cunt. I knew if I spoke, I'd only make things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she'd give me one last chance. She did.

Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to suck it dry. She reached behind her to refasten her bra. I thought it was lost until she straddled my legs. Her hands pushed against my shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn't be tolerated. She unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt. She marked me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing. Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her every motion. Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.

She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly. Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock. I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory. I resisted the urge as soon as it came. I didn't have to wait long. She dropped herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft. She had a cunt men dream of - tight, soft and juicy. She grinned at me, and began to flex her pussy muscles. The sensation was amazing, squeezing and releasing me within her.

Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn't a freedom. They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing. I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me. She started to rock back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit. A long sigh came out of each of our mouths.

The flexing slowed, but I didn't have time to mourn the loss as she lifted up off of my rod just to the head. Her hands returned to my shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more deep inside her box. Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced back up. I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the way off, then again on the way back down.

Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer, matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my groin. Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge of her tenacious bra.

A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck. In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not bringing me over the edge. She refused to accept it, though, rocking her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down. Those tits began to come oh-so-close to my face. With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.

Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between. I could tell she wanted me to come - I've never been fucked with such abandon before. It surprised me, too. I've never been in the business of unusual staying power. Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my life wasn't getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those heaving mounds.

Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back. I heard the clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt. Arms crossed once more, but not to hide. The smile turned to a grin and she pulled the bra free.

Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling. They filled my sight, and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy. She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the tips. I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I needed.

She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me against the couch as she arched her back sharply. Her heavenly curves thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains. Her fucking reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal. She rode me even harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.

It didn't let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final squeeze of her inner muscles. With a smile, she said, "Thanks." She lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise. Winking, she picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our mixture of juices between her legs.

She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy breathing. A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to my door. Without another word, she left my room.

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About that time, I realized that she hadn't brought anything up with her besides her purse. So much for looking at samples. We talked some more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room. Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a sly smile, not talking. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I didn't have to wait long to find out.

She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved me or told me to. Not sure where this was leading, I said I would. With a coy smile, she moved away from me.

She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look on her face. Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face. I remained where I was sitting on the couch.

She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back. The jacket slid off her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward. Hands reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her long brown hair. The clasp joined her jacket. Not one word was spoken as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.

I didn't think she could arch her back any further while standing, but I was wrong. Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off, exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin. She was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls. With a zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to the floor.

She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat. Seeing her in only high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable. Her fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a virgin in the throes of puberty. Palms cupped over her breasts, before one hand moved down her tummy. She still refused to look away from me as her hand slid under the edge of her panties. Slowly she bent her knees a little, spreading her legs. I could see her index finger slide up and down between them. She bit her lower lip.

It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there, but I followed her instructions to stay put. Her other hand was massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath her panties. The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices. She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts. I could hear her breath coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

It didn't fall off her chest, though. Smiling, she stopped fingering her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch. Knowing my temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication. She threw me a bone, however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them. I licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes closed. Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened. Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that loose pair of satin cups.

My wait wasn't long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my legs apart. Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my knees toward my waist. It was all I could do not to come right then. Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down. She tugged hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to mid-thigh. I guess she didn't mind I lifted my hips to help. Her smile then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those protruding globes. Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.

She didn't waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the shaft. The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight. And then, the sweet kiss of those lips. She took the head into her mouth, laving it with her tongue. The sucking began, and I thought I was going to pass out in ecstasy. Suck and release, suck and release - timed to long strokes up and down my shaft. I moved my hand to hold her head, and she slapped it down. Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson quickly.

Confident that I wasn't going to try to interfere again, she pulled by clothing further down my legs to my ankles and pushed my legs further apart. Her free hand slid between my legs, and under my cock and going further. She massaged the soft flesh on her way under my ass. Perhaps it wasn't such a surprise when her finger began to rub my anus in time to her oral ministrations. The hand stroking my shaft pushed against my pelvis as her mouth took over the job of working the length of my manhood.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer, and when she pushed her finger into my ass, I felt the pressure building. I couldn't stop from growling low in my throat as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth faster and faster. She was enjoying this, swallowing more dick as she shoved her finger up my rear, then pulling both out just as quickly. And still I tried to see her tits falling free, with no luck. The strain was too much, and I began to spurt into her greedy mouth. She sucked with all her might, drinking my come as she finger-fucked my ass with abandon. I was groaning loudly, my voice echoing back to me from the walls. Damn, she was good. She kept sucking, stroking and ass-fingering long after I had finished coming.

Finally, she stopped. She kept my softening cock in her mouth, gently playing with it with her tongue. She toyed with it for a long while, letting me recover by breath as she softly sucked and caressed. I felt myself growing hard again.

I thought she would suck me off again, but as my hardness grew, she let it fall out of her mouth with a parting lick to the tip. She sat up, and damn it if her bra still refused to show me even a hint of nipple. She raised her eyebrows, watching my face again. I watched her tongue run over her full pink lips. And then she stood and turned around.

It nearly drove me insane to see her bare back, no bra hindering my view. She looked over her shoulder at me and moved her hands to her hips. Those hands moved so slowly, rolling her panties down to expose her rounded ass. She leaned forward with arched back as the damp underwear fell to the ground. Her ass was so perfect, a pair of white moons staring me in the face. I could only admire this rounded sign of divinity for so long, as my eyes were drawn between them. Her juices glistened on the sweetest pair of pussy lips I had ever laid eyes on. She leaned forward even more, thrusting her womanhood back toward me with legs spread.

I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew she wouldn't go any further if I disobeyed her command. I could only watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged between her legs from the other side. Her fingers rubbed along her labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets within. Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then pulled out again before repeating. A poor second to my cock, I thought, but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.

She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be minutes at most. That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it. She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication all over and inside her thighs. I needed so badly to be inside her again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock. She must have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge of my thighs.

Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick. Her arms crossed over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits. But that thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me. Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly. She lifted herself up over my cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not? I don't know, but my head pushed against the tighter of her two holes. I hadn't expected an ass-fuck from her, but I sure wasn't going to complain.

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I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind. The convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor. It was one of those places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view or gimmick menus.

It wasn't full of people yet, but it wasn't exactly empty. I found myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and settled down for an hour of no brain activity.

That's probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she asked me what I was drinking.
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"Oh GOD!" she moans loudly as her eyes fly open feeling his mouth upon her nipple.  His hot mouth sucking her hard nub into his mouth.  She relishes the feeling of his soft smooth lips against her.  Her arms come up and encircle his head pulling his mouth against her.  His fingers stroking her inner thigh not moving just brushing against the sensitive flesh. "Uhhh" she starts to moan and reaches down to his wrist sticking out of her skirt and pulling she tries to move his hand to her dripping sex.  His strong arm does not move.  She finally begs him.  "Pleassseeeee." and as the final sound escapes her lips his fingers slide up and touches her. Roughly pulling aside her panties his finger finally touches her lips.  He lightly brushes his finger over her swollen pussy lips as he lightly bites upon her nipple.
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