Sex Talk

	We met after a torrid few day’s of online dating, I was addicted to the website Swinging.co.nz and this guy was one of the reasons why.   Dave suggested we meet at Cornwall park which we did and then walked back to the parking lot with only three cars in it. I assumed one was Dave’s. ” Don’t bother with a taxi. I’ll drive you back,” he said. ” I have to pee,” I replied. Lucky for me there was a public restroom on one end of the parking lot. It even had flush toilets, sinks and toilet paper. It was dark and cool. The concrete floor smelled like the creek I had crossed. I cupped cold water (there was only cold) in my hands and threw it over my face several times, letting it drip down my neck onto my chest. There was a cracked mirror above the sinks. My face in the mirror was flushed and the pupils of my eyes seemed enormous. I didn’t recognize myself. This was a wild woman. I tore off my soaked T-shirt and washed under my arms, drying with paper towels. Wearing the extra T-shirt I headed into the bright sunlight towards Dave. He was standing by a black car, and his hair was wet. I assumed it was from the sinks in the men’s room. He suggested we head back to a motel as his flatmates were home as were mine. With no traffic it didn’t take long to get to a dodgy little motel he knew on Great South Road. The air swished by the windows. I leaned my head against the car door.  He opened the door for me, pulled my backpack out of the back seat, and put it on. ” I enjoyed it too,” I said. I went immediately for the shower, stripping as I went. It seemed like I was in the shower for an eternity. The water was cooling by the time I stepped out. I put a big soft towel around my head and another around my body. I rinsed out my mouth in the sink with some free mouthwash and walked into the bedroom to dress for dinner. Dave was sitting in the side chair with bare feet resting on the bed. He was wearing different clothes and looked clean. ” How did you get in here?” I asked, astounded. ” Extra key,” he said, unhelpfully. I stepped back but he was in front of me, close to me, before I could breathe. He took the towel off my head and pushed my bangs out of my eyes with his hand. I can’t explain why my body did it, but my hands went around the back of his neck and pressed his lips to mine. The towel slipped down of course. I was immediately pulled full length hard and naked against his body and his tongue was deep in my mouth. I pulled back my head to breathe. He held my shoulders at arms length and stared me up and down. ” Oh my God you are something,” he said. “You are a little art deco nymph.” ” Now that’s a line I’ve never heard before,” I said. I wasn’t sure art deco nymphs were considered attractive in this century. However, Dave had let go of me and was stripping off his clothes faster than I’d every seen a man strip. He was proudly naked, dripping cock against his belly before I could blink. I was frozen in fascination, hands crossed over my breasts. He uncrossed my hands, bent his head down and took most of one 32C in his mouth. He rolled his tongue round and round the tip of it, fondling the other with his other hand. I sighed. ” Dave.” He raised his head and those clear blue eyes pinned me. ” Yes.” This conversation was familiar. Not sure from where, however. ” Dave, if we’re going to do this we need a condom,” I said. ” I have one.” He reached down and pulled a gold foil packet out of his discarded shorts. He placed it on a night stand. ” Don’t worry Lauren,” he said. “We’re just going to do this once. It will be fun. No one else will every know.” ” It’s cheating,” I said. “And if HR found out we could both get fired.” ” Think of it as supplementation, not cheating,” he said. “Think of how good it feels.” Dave pulled the bedspread off and we were finally tangled on the bed skin to skin. There was so much skin to feel. Arms against arms, warm soft hair on his legs against my smooth ones. His warm back was smooth under my fingers. He rolled us sideways and put both hands on my ass, rubbing it in circles. His hard cock stood up against my belly. ” You feel so good,” he said. He slid his tongue back in my mouth and I slid mine against it. I snuggled a leg between his, and pressed my breasts against his chest. We clinched, kissing deeply for a long time as my heart accelerated and the heat built warmer and warmer between my legs. He leaned back and pulled me up on his lap. I stared down at his erect cock, mesmerized. ” You want to suck it, don’t you,” murmured Dave. Suddenly my mouth seemed achingly empty of cock. He stood up at the end of the bed and pulled me, sitting toward him. I bent over and took it in my mouth. He pushed my head down more do that his cock penetrated deep into the back of my mouth. I pushed my head back up and sucked the tip, licking around the head. He groaned and slid the fingers of one hand up into the back of my hair, the base of his hand at my neck. faintly, between my legs.

He curled his fingers into my hair and pulled my

head up and down slightly. I rolled my tongue around his hard, smooth cock. My head bobbed,

again and again, as he pulled me up and down faster and faster. I reached my hands out, one

around the part of his cock not in my mouth and the other lightly cupping his balls. His balls were

getting harder and tighter. I was dripping wet onto the end of the bed.

” No, wait,” he gasped . He pulled my head up entirely.

He guided my body around with his arms and positioned me on leaning on the bed, facing away

from him. Leaning over me, he pushed my body suddenly toward the headboard with my face

down toward the sheets. Then placing his hands on my waist, he pulled my ass up roughly toward

him. He entered me quickly standing from behind. His hot cock slipped into my wet pussy,

smoothly sheathing into me. I felt entered, stretched, filled entirely. I squirmed around him in

delight.

His thick cock pulled out slowly and pushed back in slowly as he drew my thighs toward him with

his hands. Deeply inside me, he took one hand and wedged a middle finger over my pussy so that

it slid up and down on the top of my entrance as he pushed in and out. The other arm pulled tightly

around my waist, bracing me as he thrust in and out. I placed my arms down on the bed to push

back against him.

His thick cock fucked me powerfully, faster and harder. He was almost hitting the end of me as his

strong arms pulled my ass against his balls repeatedly.

” You. Gorgeous. Bitch. You made me shut down that whole division,” he gasped. “Made me look

like a fool in front of the whole executive committee. I’m going to fuck you cross-eyed.”

” Dave, you’re hurting me,” I whimpered. I ached a bit every time he pushed all the way in.

” I want you. I want to hurt you. Oh God. I love your ass.” His voice was low, but his body was in a

frenzy, pulling me up and almost off my feet each time with one hand directly on my pussy and the

arm jerking my waist. He started grunting with each thrust.

” Unh… unh… unh…uhh.”

I gave up on bracing myself and just let him hold me up as his cock and his hand stimulated my

wet pussy mercilessly inside and out. My legs trembled and I felt pressure build between my

thighs, radiating out and up until my whole body shook with shocks of pleasure and the pulsing

rhythm started inside me.

” Ohhh. Ohhhh. Dave. Dave. Please! I’m- I’m- Aaaahhh!”

He drew back and pushed in powerfully as I collapsed totally against his arm. His cock throbbed

and I felt a rush of hot liquid inside me. Sighing, he fell heavily on top of me on the bed and rolled

us both sideways. I continued to jerk sporadically, uncontrollably, moaning as he continued to slide

his finger around my wet pussy. As the orgasm subsided, my muscles turned to jelly. Dave held

my back tightly against his chest, my backside smashed against his wet balls. We breathed

together slowly.

After a few minutes I realized I was dripping cum from between my legs onto the sheets.

” Dave. You asshole. You took off the condom.”

” Never put it on,” he said. “You use something right?”

” IUD,” I said. I wiggled out of his arms and sat up. “That doesn’t matter. You know in Sweden I

could charge you with assault.”

” Good thing we’re not in Sweden,” he snarked. “You loved it.”

” I…That doesn’t matter. What were you muttering at me? It was too rough. W

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It was a sign of how much tonight had changed me that my first thought was to look round to see who might be watching us, not to run away as I would have just a few hours ago.

There was no one too near, a stream of night revellers flowed over the path behind us, but we had been granted the freedom of the riverside for our own carnal purposes.
I didn’t need to speak. My answer was in the way I turned away from you to rest my forearms on the railing in front of me and let my legs edge apart. I watched the river flow on towards the sea feeling your fingers delicately trace lines over the backs of my thighs, pushing the loose cloth of my dress higher and higher until I felt the wind brushing across my exposed cheeks.
Fingers danced back down the cleft of my buttocks as if they were using the crease to guide your hand inexorably closer to the entrance to my body that was your real goal. A single digit crossed over the sensitive skin separating my brown hole and my pussy, sliding over the wetness that still coated me from our earlier love making. I gasped as you broke through the paltry seal of my lips and slid your finger into my moist tunnel, frigging me slowly, stirring round and round like the swirling waters of the dark river below.
“Someone’s coming Roz, there’s a couple walking towards us. Stay where you are.” A glance
confirmed that a pair of lovers, hand in hand, were walking down the riverside walk towards where we were. I started to move away but you held me tight, your arm wrapped round me, your hand pushing on my stomach forcing your finger deeper into my cunt.
“Don’t move, I want them to see what I’m going to do to you.”
The tip of your erection touched my swollen lips as your finger drew back. You were so hot I almost expected to hear a hiss as your rod pushed slowly, so very slowly into my wet, open furnace. I felt every tiny thrust as you sank deeper and deeper, there was no withdrawal just a growing sensation of fullness as you took me the way you’d always dreamed you would.

You remained completely motionless, cherishing your moment, enjoying the silk like feel of my wetness surrounding you, holding you inside me. Your hands slid back round and cupped my breasts again, loving the closeness of our bodies, worshiping my warm female flesh. I experienced once again the pain of my overexcited nipples being twisted between your thumb and finger but before I could cry out the pain turned to sensuous pleasure and my cry turned to a cry of lust.
I was sure the noise must have attracted the attention of the approaching lovers, but I wasn’t going to break the spell by turning to look. People must be able to see what we were doing.
I wanted to tell you to fuck me, I was so close to cumming again. Then I realised that your
motionless stance, the low almost unheard whimpers of joy, the tight grip of your fingers, meant that you were fighting your own orgasm. You had given me so much, waited for your own enjoyment for so long that you couldn’t hold back any longer.
You deserved this, you’d earned this moment when a spectacular orgasm would take over your
mind and body. I wanted this to be the most wonderful orgasm of your life, I wanted you to have it, I wanted to share it with you. I felt the tremors run through you, evidence of the effort you were putting into controlling your body’s desires. I could sense that the longer you held out, the more explosive your final release would be, a smile of contentment passed over my lips, you needed to know it was all right.
“Let go Cliff, let it happen, cum for me, you’ve been so good to me, it’s your turn now. Cum for me now, it’s all right, I’ll cum with you.”
My fingers plunged between my legs pressing on my clit sliding easily on the copious lubrication surrounding my honeypot. You held onto the tips of my breasts as if they might escape, sending waves of lust down to join my fingers at my pussy. I felt my own orgasm start, it forced my hips to pull away before pushing hard back onto you. It was so little, but too much. You tensed and a long drawn out groan prefaced the first powerful pulse of cum surging from your balls. I felt it rush through your shaft and out to soak my pussy with sperm. You held yourself rigid inside me as jolt after jolt of your seed emptied into my soaking wet passage.
“Ahhhh fuck yes, ahh… ahh…. ahhh! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yessss.”

Each shot of cum was accompanied by an animalistic grunt. It was enough to push me the last
fraction and my own orgasm flowed around me, matching your own as we came in unison.

The ferocity of your convulsions started to diminish as you slowly regained control of your body. Your hips began to thrust against me, ignoring how sensitive you must be. Your cock, still rock hard, pushed into me with long strokes. My hips matched your thrusts, my grunts coinciding with yours I wanted you to enjoy this so much.
Gradually you drove into me with less and less power, our breathing started to return to something like normal, my hips were still moving, your cock was still fucking me slowly. “You’re still hard Cliff, have you taken a pill?”
“No, just my fantasy and you Roz, those are the only drugs I need right now, this has been the
best night of my life.”
My gaze returned to the wondrous spectacle in front of me, I lost myself in the feel of our bodies still joined in such an intimate way. “Let’s go back to the hotel and you can fuck me again Cliff.” We turned, walking away towards the city lights, my dress still flapping in the breeze as I started to cover myself. The couple who had been approaching stood like statues just yards from where we’d consummated your fantasy. They must have seen and heard everything.
Our laughter echoed from the banks of the river as we linked arms and walked towards the city’s bright lights.

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I was dressed to turn heads this particular day and was feeling incredibly horny.

Hubby and I had decided that I should pop out and excite the locals over at St Lukes so we headed over there and had a nice cup of coffee during which time I spotted a hunk of a man staring intently at me. I whispered to my hubby and he smiled then got up and headed home.

I left the cafe and wandered into a shoe store. Picking out several styles with very high-heels, I gave them to the sales-lady. As she went to get them in size eight for me, my admirer walked by. I knew he’d be following me, and he didn’t disappoint.

He stood off to the side acting like he was looking at scarves on a display table, but I knew it was me he wanted to see.

When I flash for men, it makes me feel so sexy and desirable. I feel like I have some sort of secret power over them. My mind again started to wander as I thought of this man having his way with me. To quickly my daydream was broken when the lady returned with a stack of boxes. I told her I’d take care of trying them on myself and sat down. Mr. X was directly in front of me and I knew he’d be able to see up my skirt as I tried them on, and just the thought of him seeing that much of me started to get me a little aroused.

I once again bent down to give him another tittie shot as I slipped my red polished manicured feet out of my shoes, and picked up the first box from the top of the stack. I raised each leg up and in, my knee sliding up over my thigh as I slipped on each new shoe. I knew this would expose to him my panties and that sweet, soft spot around my pussy where a woman’s ass cheeks and inner thighs meet. As I pulled each shoe on I could feel my g-string starting to wedge itself between my pussy lips. I’d try on a pair, walking around a little, sashaying from my chair to the floor mirror, and then back to repeat the process.

By the time I had made it to the last pair, my undies were fully enclosed within my mound. From the up-skirt shot I was giving this man the pleasure to see, I knew it probably looked like I didn’t have any panties on at all. They kept pressing on and rubbing at my clit as I walked around. The sensation was incredible. I started really getting hot from the friction within my pussy and the thrill of being watched. My pussy was getting moist and my nipples started to harden, and they both began to get that lovely burning sensation. The adrenalin rush was starting to get to me and I soon found myself uncharacteristically becoming quite bold.

I walked right up to him and said, ‘Since you have seen every pair, which ones did you like best’.

He looked at me with soft blue inviting eyes and said, ‘I like yours the best’

The perfect answer, I just melted.

‘Well then would you like to put them back on me?’, I inquired.

‘With pleasure my sweet’, he replied.

We walked back to my chair and he knelt down on one knee in front of me.

He lightly grabbed my right ankle and raised my leg up to remove the first shoe. My pussy was fully exposed and just feet away from this total stranger’s face. I started to blush, and I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal. He placed my shoe back on and proceeded to the other leg. He commented on how I had the sexiest legs he’d ever seen, and would love to caress ever inch if them. I just sat there and let him change the other shoe.

The saleslady suddenly arrived and seemed unsure how to react to what was unfolding in front of her. I told her all was fine and I only saw one thing that I was interested in. I just looked at Mr. X and smiled.

He took me by the hand and gently guided me over to the table of scarves. He asked me which ones I liked, because he would love to buy a few for me. I asked him why?

‘To gently tie you up with’, he gently whispered.

‘Me?’, I inquired.

‘Yes’

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re so magnificent, I’ve love to caress those fabulous legs and worship your pussy’

‘I beg your pardon’

‘Please, don’t be offended; I just want to pleasure you. That’s all’

‘But I’m married, you saw my husband’

‘Yes, that’s why I’d have to tie you up. It’d be like I’m taking you against your will.’

‘Oh, I could never let another man do that to me’

‘But, you’re so lovely, your heavenly body, your pretty face. Please, I’m begging you.’

‘You wouldn’t hurt me, would you?’

‘Never my sweet’

My mind was racing, thoughts streaking through my head. Should I let him pleasure me? How can I even be talking to him, I’m a married woman. I’ve got a husband waiting for me at home. But my pussy was burning with desire, urging to be let go. It would only be this one time. What if we’re caught? My God he’s gorgeous.

Suddenly words came out of my mouth,

‘Red’

‘What?’

‘I like the red ones’….

I stood off to the side as he purchased the scarves. He then led me by the hand out into the parking garage, neither of us saying a word. He walked me to the far end of the nearly empty garage and opened a door into a dirty, cold stairwell. We walked up several flights of steps to a small landing. He backed me up into the corner against a rusty steel pipe that ran from the stark concrete floor to the ceiling.

I was instructed to hold my hands together in front of me. He took one of the scarves from the bag and tightly tied my wrists together. He then took another, pulled my arms high up over my head, and tied my hands to a wheel sticking out from the pipe. There I was; tied, arms stretched upward, waiting to be violated in a public stairwell. He reached behind my waist and unzipped my skirt. He let go and I wiggled out of it as it fell to the ground. My body was shaking as he knelt before me spreading my ankles.

He began by lightly running his hands up and down my legs, one hand on each. Starting at my ankles he’d work them ever so slowly around my calves, behind my knees, then inside and outside my thighs. He’d push my thighs open with his fingers, stopping as his thumbs barely touched my pussy, and then started over. My knees began to weaken and my thighs began to quiver, as he continued his deliberate teasing. Everytime his thumbs would near my pussy, I’d push my hips forward in a fruitless attempt to make him finger me.

After repeating his leg worshipping ritual for several minutes he let his hands continue past my now sopping wet mound, running them up onto my stomach and catching my g-string with his thumbs. It was still wedged in my cunt, and his thumbs forced it up and in even further. As he pushed me crudely against he wall, I could feel his hot breath on my smooth mound. I could hear him taking in deep breaths, as he smelled my once sweet perfumed pussy, which now emitted the strong odor of animal lust.

Electricity shot though me as his tongue darted from his mouth and contacted my glistening lips. He worked it around, up and down both sides, playfully trying to work it into me as my panties block his attempts. My breathing started to become labored and my chest started to heave. I tossed my head backwards and gasped as he pressed his mouth onto me and began to suck. I was literally being eaten alive as he gnawed at my quivering snatch.

I was starting to loose any control that I still had. I could feel my thighs spasm and my stomach start to tighten as my impending orgasm neared. My head was jerking from side to side and long low moans emanated from my ruby red lips. Just as I reached the edge of ecstasy he abruptly stopped. I looked down at him and begged him to continue.

He stood up placing his hands on my face and neck, kissing me. I passionately kissed him back and his hands began to lower. He ripped open my blouse as buttons flew into the air. He pulled down on my bra as the clasp released from the pressure and my tits popped free. He began to assault my breasts, pulling at their soft flesh and biting my rock nipples. As he kissed his way back up my neck, he suddenly pinched both of my hardened points between his thumb and forefingers and yanked them to the sides, stretching them as far as they would go. His mouth smothered my scream as he pressed it against mine, force-feeding me his tongue.

He stopped his manhandling of my breasts and stepped back. I was breathing so heavily, that I hardly got out the words. ‘Don’t stop please, please don’t stop’

He undid his belt, lowered his fly, and pulled out the most marvelous rock hard cock I’d ever seen.

‘What about your husband?’, He asked.

‘Please’, I panted.

‘Please what?’

‘Please do me?’

‘What?’

‘Fuck me, please fuck me!!”

He stepped forward and grabbed the front of my g-string. He pulled up hard as it ripped into my soft flesh. He kept lifting me up and I lost my shoes as I tried desperately to stand on my once perfectly manicured toes. He leaned his full weight into me and whispered into my ear.

‘What do you want?’

‘You’

‘Me?’

‘Yes you. Your cock’

‘Where?’, as he yanked even harder and I could feel his twitching member pulsing against the front of my abused pussy.

‘In me’, I panted.

‘Now?’

‘Oh god, yes now’

With that he let go and pulled what was left of my g-string to the side. He grabbed my ass checks, lifted me up and spread me open. I was so wet that as he lowered me, I easily slid onto his member. He shoved his raging hard-on into me with one, long hard thrust. It was like lighting bolts going off in my pussy. I immediately started to moan again and move my hips to his rhythm. He was again slow and methodical, lifting me up and down, pounding into me like a jackhammer. I wrapped my long tanned legs around his back and squeezed my legs together to pull him father into me. He let go of my ass and the full weight of my body pushed my pussy down onto base off his cock. I’d never been penetrated so far before as he ground into me. His member was so deep I could feel it pushing against my cervix and I could actually feel his pelvic hair inside me, scratching at my engorged clit.

Once again as I neared an explosive orgasm he stopped. Little did I know that before I could beg him to start again, my physically punishment would begin. ‘A mall slut like you needs to be taught a lesson’, he hissed, grabbing my hair and wrenching my head back. He leaned backwards; his cock still securely imbedded in my pussy and slapped my breast. My body jolted as his hand smacked my sweaty flesh. Every time the back of his hand made contact, my tits swayed violently from side to side. Pain would shoot through my engorged nipples, and a shock wave would fire though my body, causing my cunt to contract and twitch.

I was totally out of control. The muscles in my legs couldn’t take the strain any longer and fell from his waist. I was flailing like a rag doll, impaled on his thick cock. My orgasm hit me so hard I started to scream. He placed his hand over my mouth to quiet me, only adding to the passion of the moment of being bound, abused, and literally raped in public. After several minutes my orgasm began to subside and he put his arms under my thighs lifting my legs up. He pressed his hands against both walls and painfully spread me open. He once again began to slowly grind his cock into me and soon began to grunt. He rammed his member into me on last time as I felt it start to twitch.

Oh God!! No!! He’s coming. In Me!!!

I tried in vain to extricate myself from him, but my struggles only increased and quickened his orgasm.

Soon one, two, three, four spurts of hot cum fired into my pussy.

He leaned into me until he caught his breath as his cock retreated and slid out of me. As he released my legs and lowered them to the floor, I could hardly stand I was so spent. Only the scarves binding my hands kept me from collapsing onto the cold, dirty concrete floor. I just hung there, my pussy seeping cum, breasts red and swollen from the assault.

I’d picked up a hot new outfit from the team at The Sex Shop and I was determined to use it to help me get over the latest fight with my boyfriend.

I slipped the sexy lingerie on and immediately felt like a million dollars, this felt so good and garters always made me feel extra horny.

A quick log in at my favorite dating website, Swinging.co.nz and I’d organised for Jack, one of the guys who had contacted me on the site who was married but looking for discrete encounters, to meet me at one of the bars down on the viaduct.

Jack always made me wet with his messages on Swinging.co.nz , always promising to just fuck my brains out with out any niceties, take my hand and lead me away and that’s exactly what I felt like.

2 hours later I stood at the bar; my head was feeling slightly dizzy after my second glass of wine. I was hoping I stood out from the crowd in my little black dress that sat just below her buttocks.

I spotted Jack, his jet black hair was expertly tousled and his face was weathered by the sun. He had sexy stubble and dressed like he didn’t care but I could see how much effort he had put in to make it seem like he just rocked out of bed. I shot him a gleaming smile then bit my lip in a seductive manner. He watched me slowly sip the last of my drink; he could see my lips enveloping the glass, he could taste me from the other side of the bar, there was no way he could let me get away.

Jack was a simple guy, simple life, simple job and a lot of ladies. His dashing looks made even the most beautiful girls quiver. He has been drinking with a guy from work when he picked up the message set from the Swinging website that she wanted to finally meet. As he looked over her he noticed her slender legs seemed to go on forever and only if that dress was a little bit shorter, all he could think of was sliding his hand in between those thighs, moving the fabric from her shoulders, unzipping and kissing. She wanted him, he could tell, the way she bit her lip and brushed her hand “accidently” over her breasts. She was walking out of the bar into the warm summer night, shooting a come here glance over her shoulder. He felt a twinge in his trousers and he knew all the flirting on the website was about to turn to reality.

I snaked outside and perched on a wall round the corner eagerly waiting for him. He quickly approached me and gently kissed me on the cheek. I fiercely turned my head and kissed him hard on the lips. He could taste my sweet lip-gloss and the smell of my flowery perfume hung in the humid air.

He brushed her hair off my neck and traced from my ear to my collar bone with his finger. He kissed my neck and could hear a slight moan in his ear as he wrapped his hands round my waist and lifted me up placing me on the wall like his trophy. I sat there with my piercing eyes glaring into his; he could feel my nipples stabbing into his chest as he ran his hands up and down my legs.

He slowly opened my legs and pressed his cock into her crotch. I could feel my damp underwear sticking to me. I had my legs wrapped around him and was aware of hard he had become. I massaged his cock through his trousers wanting every inch of him inside me. He unzipped his jeans exposing his cock to the warm air as he ran his hand across her thigh. Feeling my inner legs dampening, he started massaging my clit and gliding his fingers in and out of me. I moaned in ecstasy, a bead of sweat trickled down my cleavage, my clit was swollen with desire and all I could think of was him deep insideme; but not yet.

I stood up; role reversal time. I pushed him down onto the wall and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, kissing down his chest and licking down his stomach. I took all of his throbbing cock in my mouth. He wanted to explode as I ran my tongue over the tip of his penis. He wanted to orgasm right there, but he couldn’t leave without his cock in that tight dripping wet pussy.

We were silent other than the moans of pleasure and heaving breathing; he didn’t even know my name but he knew he would never forget this.

I was ready. I climbed back on to the wall as he stepped between my legs again. I moved my silky panties to one side and he rammed his cock inside me. I was so wet but so tight, every thrust seemed like he went deeper insider me.

He stood back  and hitched my dress up to expose my toned stomach. Peeling my panties off with his teeth he turned me around bent me over and started licking my pussy from behind, then he pounded his cock into me, he heard me scream and my pussy tighten even more as I reached orgasm. This was it; he exploded inside me, he felt like everything had been drained from him and wanted to slump on the floor .My body was tingling from what I had just experienced, he took my face in his hands and gently kissed me.

“My name is Jack, my place or yours?”

My first experience in the escort business came about a couple of weeks ago.

I was in a pinch (actually desperate is a better description) and needed to get some money quickly.

I contemplated long and hard before finally committing myself to accepting the message that was on the swinging website that would forever change my life, I knew I had to do it.

I replied to the gentleman who was suggesting that I should let him fuck me for money that this would be a once off and only because I was desperate, I have nothing against escorts but it’s not a line of work I wanted to get into.

He is a bit of a deviant and wanted to fuck me in a public place but surreptitiously, you know the kind of fantasy, in a service station where someone might pop in at any stage.(Although being the night attendant at one of these meant nobody would actually burst in after the place was locked up for the evening).

I finished sending my reply and knew that there was nothing else I could do but wait and see the outcome of the meeting. I knew I had crossed over already and that my life as one of Auckland’s escorts

So a couple of hours later I was waiting for the last customer to leave the service station that this bloke worked at and for him to lock the doors. Our  hookup would be down the back where if someone did peek in they would notice something happening but couldn’t really see much. I felt vulnerable, nervous and to be honest, excited (I was actually very wet).

The guy gave me a drink after he had locked up which obviously had a bit of vodka in it explaining that it might help both our nerves. We hatted a bit and the more we chatted, the more at ease I became (the alcohol probably helped as well).

We agreed that this would be a one-time only event without any further obligation from either side. Depending on how I felt about the experience afterward, I could call him back and we would go from there.

The man lead me to the back of the shop where he started to kiss me against the fridge doors.

As he kissed me his hands started to roam up and down my side, gently stroking my flanks which I always find incredibly arousing.

As his hands moved over my body the guy made sure he felt as much of me as he could and I’m glad he did because I was really starting to get turned on.

I had read that many escorts loved their job and as this guy worked his magic on me I could see why, it certainly helped that he was quite well toned and rather good looking.

As he kissed me he started to slide my dress up my thighs until he had the skirt bunched up around my waist, I hadn’t worn any panties and so my naked pussy was now on show.

I could feel his rock hard cock bulging beneath his pants, and I gave him a seductive smile as I opened my thighs wide, giving him a better view. He grasped my hips, taking the opportunity to enjoy the sight of my wet pussy.

I’ve been with real escorts before he said but I’m positive none of them got as wet as you are as fast as you have he said.

I blushed and said that it was probably something to do with the fear and excitement all rolled into one.

Let me see your tits he said and promptly slipped the straps over my shoulders.

Nice tits he said as he ogled my very hard nipples and soft breasts.

He let his mouth cover one of my nipples and started to suck…this was the end for me, licking my nipples has always been such a massive turn-on for me and sometimes I can even cum just having my nipples licked, so once his talented tongue started twirling my nipple I started to shudder and felt an orgasm building.

Oh god I thought, not only am I one of those escorts that fucks people in public I’m one who enjoys being fucked for money.

The guy was working really hard on my breasts now and his fingers had made there way across my flat tummy towards my pussy where the guy then explored my swollen folds as he switched to my other breast. I was so wet that we could both hear the slurping sound of his fingers caressing me. The guy then nearly made me come as he began slipping one finger deep inside me.

The guy released my nipple and watched my face as he stroked my hot little pussy. His thumb raked across my clit, and he slipped another finger in beside the first. I moaned and rocked my hips against his hand, my eyes closed in concentration and I didn’t notice the guy unbutton his jeans and push them down with his other hand,

Not that I had noticed of course, as I was too wrapped up with the feeling of him to be aware of anything else. In a swift, firm motion, he grabbed me tightly by the waist, his fingers caressing my supple body. Without any effort he lifted me back towards him and onto his hard cock, its length running between my legs and the tip resting against my clit.

His hard-on was quivering at the threshold of my pussy before I even noticed what position he was in. He kept his gaze on me as he pressed into me, the hardness and heat of his dick slipping in easily. My eyes flashed open as I realised what was happening and I opened my mouth to object , to say that this shouldn’t be happening, but I was so wet he was up to his balls in one swift stroke, I gasped as I felt his huge cock stretch me open then my orgasm hit.

He felt my pussy tense with the orgasm, and as I came he squeezed himself deep inside me, sensing his own approaching orgasm.

He thrust up into me only a hand full of times as my pussy clenched his cock during my orgasm and then I felt his cum squirting into me, filling my pussy with hot, sticky liquid. I reached down with my hands to grab his bum, forcing him deeper into me. The feeling of his skin against my own made me feel so, so horny that I didn’t want the moment to stop.

Oh my god I thought, if this is what happens for all escorts I’d be one right away but I knew that this isn’t the case usually and so I vowed to never do it again, I also realised how stupid I was to have unprotected sex with a stranger and even worse I hadn’t been paid. Thank fully I did get paid and I was able to get my self out of that little financial issue I had been in.

Get Ready for the latest story about my adventures with online dating.

I meet a lovely guy who promises me a night of cuddles.

Can we resist each other and just cuddle?

Come back soon and check out what happens.

Silvie studied the covers of the two modern romances she held, totally oblivious to what else was going on around her in the bookstore. She frowned with indecision, trying to decide which of the books she was going to buy. One of them had the steamiest picture she had seen on a romance novel, with the heroine’s breast thrust up impudently, and the hero’s hand poised at her neckline, ready to expose her succulent flesh. Silvie’s pussy was getting wet just looking at the picture.

However, the other book had a more promising storyline. A young virgin, living on a remote island meets an American surfer while he is on holiday…how could Silvie resist a teaser like that? She felt the telltale tightening in the pit of her belly at the thought of being seduced by a sexy, powerful man, and she released a shaky breath. Decisions, decisions…

“Find anything you like there Silvie?”

Silvie jumped from the unexpected interruption, but even more from the husky tenor of the voice that had whispered the question in her ear. She dropped one of the books as she whirled to face Mr. Jones, her former high school English teacher. Her face flamed.

“Mr. Jones! What a surprise to see you here.” She pasted a bright smile on her face.

The twinkle in his eyes and the smile that flirted with the corners of his mouth told her that he knew she was embarrassed. He knelt to retrieve the book she had dropped, and he couldn’t resist surreptitiously scanning her legs. She was wearing a short skirt that came to mid thigh, and her exposed ankles, calves, knees and lower thighs were curvy perfection. In his mind’s eye, he pictured those legs wrapped around his waist while he plundered her tight pussy…he was getting hard just thinking about it. He forced his thoughts back to the present as he stood up to hand her the book.

Silvie’s blush burned even brighter as Mr. Jones studied the cover of the book she had dropped. It was the book with the erotic picture, and Silvie wanted to melt into the floor. She had had a crush on Mr. Jones all through high school, and even three years later, she still fantasized about him. More often than not, it was him she thought about while she stroked herself to climax in her lonely apartment.

Silvie hadn’t been the only girl in her high school to have a crush on him. Most of the girls in her school had drooled over Mr. Jones, with his tight fitting jeans that lovingly hugged a perfect butt. Every time he turned his back to write on the blackboard, the girls in his class would crane their necks to get a better look. They had nicknamed him Mr. Ass.

Of course, his perfect ass was part of a totally appealing package. At the age of twenty five, he had been the youngest teacher in their school. His body was lean and muscular, and he had the most startling sky blue eyes. His hair was tawny gold and just a bit too long for a proper teacher. The ends curled over the collar of his shirt, and Silvie had often fantasized about running her fingers through those wavy locks at his nape.

Mr. Jones raised an amused brow as he handed the book back to her. His grin was the epitome of sexy. “Interesting read you’ve chosen Silvie. I see I wasn’t able to inspire a burning love of literature in you.”

His tone was clearly teasing, and Silvie found herself returning his smile. He had no idea that he had inspired lots of burning love in her, just not for literature! She looked up at him with a shrug.

“Well, you know, it’s good to be interested in a variety of genres. Shakespeare and Thoreau are fine and good for an afternoon’s entertainment, but they’re not the greatest choices for bedtime companions.”

Mr. Jones considered her statement, his cock twitching at the thought of her needing a bedtime companion. A woman like her shouldn’t have to go to bed with a book. He had been attracted to her since she had been a sophomore in his class, but he had never acted on his inappropriate urges. He hadn’t forgotten her since though, and he had always wondered what had become of his sexiest student.

Seeing her now, at the age of twenty one, he thought she looked sexier than ever. Her dark blonde hair was gathered into a casual knot and held with a clip, and her brown eyes were definitely the bedroom variety. Her full lips by themselves were enough to inspire naughty fantasies, not to mention those perfect, pert breasts filling out her t-shirt…he had to get a grip on his imagination, or he was going to embarrass himself.

“I was just about to grab some lunch. Would you like to join me Silvie?” He found himself holding his breath for her answer.

Silvie’s smile widened as she looked up at him. “I would love to Mr. Jones.”

He laughed with pleasure. “You know, I’m not your teacher anymore. You can call me John if you like.”

Silvie nodded. “Okay John. Lead the way.” Silvie set both novels on the shelf and turned to walk away.

“I thought you were going to buy one of those books,” John said.

“I changed my mind,” Silvie said with a shrug. She didn’t mention that seeing him had provided her with enough bedtime fantasy material to last months. She wouldn’t need a romance novel for a while!

They walked to a nearby Greek café, chatting about the events of the past three years since they had seen each other. They were both a bit surprised to realize that they were completely at ease in each other’s company. Over a lunch of calamari, salad and wine, Silvie told him about her adventures in university, and John asked lots of questions, obviously interested.

“So I only have one more semester to go before I graduate. Then, I will have to find a great job so I can pay off my student loan!”

John raised his wineglass to salute her, and there was a twinkle in his eye. “Ah, here’s to student loans!” They both drank, and he set his glass down. “Don’t worry too much about it. I know from personal experience that you pay it off sooner than you expect. Especially once you get a job as a computer programmer. They make good money.”

“I hope so,” Silvie laughed. “I’m counting on all my hard work to pay off. What about you? Are you still teaching at Gordon High?”

“No, I stopped teaching about two years ago,” John replied. He was distracted as he watched a piece of calamari disappear into her luscious mouth…he suddenly realized she had said something. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I asked what you are doing now,” Silvie repeated, briefly wondering about the dreamy look on his face.

“Well, I’ve had a few books published, and now I’m a full time author.”

“No way! Really?” Silvie’s enthusiasm was flattering.

John laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I really like it, being able to work on my own schedule, no commute, no school board politics to deal with.”

“That is so cool!” Silvie said with a smile. “What kind of books do you write?”

John looked down at his plate. A wicked grin was threatening, but he tried hard to keep a straight face. He was not entirely successful as he met her eye. “I write romance novels.”

Silvie choked on her salad and grabbed her glass of water. It was several moments before her sputtering subsided and she met his amused stare. “You’re joking right?”

“No really, I’m serious. I write under the pen name of Jack Jonson. Maybe you’ve seen some of my books?”

Silvie could only give a weak nod as she reeled from shock. She had not only seen his books, she had every one of them at home beside her bed. He was, in fact, her favorite author, although Silvie had always thought he was a she. Her mind raced, as she realized that all his books had a theme of a strong, sexy man who couldn’t resist the lure of a younger woman. Of course, the characters always ended up having hot, steamy sex. Not surprisingly, her favorite of his books was about a teacher who seduced one of his students…a young, pretty blonde with brown eyes.

Silvie could feel her pussy soaking her panties, and she shifted on her chair. “I can’t believe I’m sitting here having lunch with my favorite author. I’ve read every one of your books.”

John’s cheeks flushed with surprised pleasure. “I’m flattered.”

“How do you come up with your inspiration?” Silvie asked.

She placed another bite of calamari on her tongue, licking her upper lip to remove a bit of the sauce. She noticed that his eyes watched the golden morsel disappear before he responded.

John gave a casual shrug as he answered. “Oh, from different things that I’ve experienced or fantasized about. I think it’s best to write about things you know.”

“That makes sense,” Silvie replied. “Are you working on another novel now? I would love to read an excerpt.”

John laughed. “As a matter of fact, I am. If you’re seriously interested, I’ll give you my number and you can drop by sometime when you have time.”

Oh, she was interested all right! That was the understatement of the year.

“How about today? I’m free for the rest of the day, if you’ve got time to show me your stuff.”

“Alright,” John murmured.

He could feel his pulse beginning to race at the thought of having Silvie in his house. He definitely wanted to show her his stuff, but he wasn’t thinking about his writing. If she only knew how many times he had dreamed about having sex with her, she would be shocked. It was a challenge to stay focused on the conversation as they finished their meal, but he managed.

Stay Tuned for the next chapter when John shows Silvie more than just his studio.