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Dominated By My Boss

When I was a young lady in my twenties, I had an affair with a senior director at my company. He was assigned as my mentor and business coach. Tom was in his forties and extremely handsome; it’s fair to say I had a crush from day one. I was no virgin, but he made me feel like I was; he made me feel things I’d never felt before. However, I’m getting ahead of myself.

The affair started clique, a company Christmas party, and staying at a hotel, and I ended up in Tom’s bed. We were both pissed, and it was a flurry of stripping and a quick but satisfying fuck. That started an almost two-year affair with Tom; it was an affair as he was married.

Some of the things we got up to brought out a nature a didn’t know I had. For example, we would often meet in a hotel after work; Tom would always come into our regional office during the day and in private, ask me how much I was looking forward to the evening. When at the hotel, he would always ask the question again. He would then make me lift my skirt up, pull my panties and tights down and inspect the crotch of my underwear to see how stained and wet they were. If they were, he was pleased; if they were not, he would then tell me he was going to do a ‘film check’ With me holding my skirt up and my panties around my knees, he would put two fingers in me and out and then part them to see how moist I was; thankfully, I always passed the ‘film test’ We would then have a very refined dinner before heading back to his suite. He always bought me a g*ft of some nature: underwear, j*wellery and once a luxury SPA weekend away for my mother and me.

Unlike with other lovers, I was totally submissive to Tom, and I loved being dominated; I never knew what to expect. However, I sometimes could feel my pussy creaming as I went to his room in the hotel life. Other memorable events: this was the 1990s, and I like most women, still had a full bush. He once shaved me; he took great care, and the vibrations from his razer caused me to orgasm. I had never allowed any ‘bottom play’, but Tom took my anal cherry, which became a regular feature of our love life. During a business meeting, he would ask me to take my panties off in the office and hand them to him; although we were alone, there was a window that overlooked a large office with banks of desks. I was then told not to wear underwear for the rest of the day, and he would make regular checks to ensure I was compliant. I loved the feel of his fingers running through my pussy in the lift to the company restaurant. Later in the evening, we would be sat in the bar at the hotel, and he would hand me my panties back, and I would have to put them back on in the bar; although I became good at secretly putting them on under the table, I was spotted a couple of times as I hitched them up into place.

I joined him on a business trip to New York for a few days. One evening he shaved me and gave me a very short white skirt to wear. I used to have long, slender legs, but the skirt only covered my modesty, and my lacy panties could be seen when I sat down. He asked me how it felt to know that most of the men in the restaurant had probably seen what I had under my skirt. I said that as I was in America and thousands of miles from home, it didn’t bother me as I wouldn’t see any of these men again. He smiled and told me to go to the loo and take my knickers off when I returned to give them to him. Even though I’ had a few drinks, I was horrified but complied. My pussy didn’t even have hair to hide behind!! I knew from the almost whip-lash action from some men passing that they had seen my most private feminine place, and a few even saw Tom’s fingers dancing through the lips of that place. Later he fucked me in his hotel room in a Manhattan hotel; he first made me stand naked in the window; we were about ten floors up, but I’m sure I was seen nude by passersby on the street below. He fucked me with all the lights in the room on, too, had anybody been in the adjacent buildings; they would have gotten free porn show that night.

Before Tom, I’d never seen a butt plug, nipple clamps or a love egg. After work one evening, he fitted the butt plug nipple clamps, inserted the love egg and took me out for dinner! I didn’t make it through the main course before I came. Tom was a great dancer who had some serious moves; On another occasion, he stripped me nude in the hotel room and attached a three-way chain that clipped to my nipples and clit. As we danced, he pull on the chain, which stimulated three of my sensitive erogenous zones. He was fully dressed, and I was nude, and of course, the hotel room lights were on, and the curtains were open.

On another business trip to London, there was a knock at the hotel room door, and a gorgeous blonde girl was admitted into our room. She was a high-class escort as Tom wanted a menage trois!! I was terrified; however, I again enjoyed myself. She was very beautiful and sexy. I tasted another women’s pussy for the first time and had a woman lick me out. I sucked Tom’s cock after it had been inside her pussy (yes, he had a condom on). At one point, I had Imogen (no idea if that was her real name) licking me out as I sucked Tom off. I also knelt in front of Tom naked with Imogen beside me as Tom came over our faces.

I’d never been spanked, not even by my parents. I recall being naked over his knee as he paddled my ass and occasionally stuck a finger up my pussy. I had an orgasm whilst being spanked! He once made me lay in the doggy position over his desk in the boardroom and, with a marker, put a big T on one of my buttocks and an M on the other. He thought it was extremely funny that including my arse hole spelt TOM! I then spent the rest of the workday with his name on my bum. It took ages to wash it off.

After two years, he left the company for a better position, and I was dumped; in fairness, I was ready for the relationship to end as I’d just met the man I would marry. It was a hell of a ride whilst it lasted.

Confession Of A Former Escort

I met my husband when I was working as an escort. I was seeing men frequently out of a hotel where he was a security guard. For obvious reasons I was a little afraid of him, and tried to avoid him, but I'd seen him around a lot and though he was very handsome. I thought he looked a little like a modern Viking.

One night I went out to my car and he was standing beside it. I was afraid I was about to be told not to come back or to be blackmailed. He seemed uncomfortable as he explained that he was newly divorced and that he'd like to see me somewhere outside work. He added that he'd never "done anything like this before." I told him that he still hadn't since I was off duty. But as I mentioned, he was handsome, so I agreed to meet with him after his shift. At Waffle House, of all places.

So we did, and he was very nice, a little nervous. He told me that he really wanted his own contracting business but that the cards hadn't been stacked in that way. I told him that I was at college for a business and accounting degree and that I would graduate soon and go to work for my mom's tax prep business.

He asked if I would come home with him. I decided that I would because he was good looking and seemed normal. We went to his apartment, which was practically empty because he'd just moved in. But there was a bed. We were both looking to have some fun because of his divorce and my pending graduation. So we had sex, and it was good. I left, not really expecting to see him again, outside work.

Sometimes I did see him. Our eyes always met, but he was a security guard and I was an escort so we largely avoided each other as much as we could. I always hoped to find him standing by my car again, but I never did.

Fast forward a few months. I was graduated and working for my mom. I had quit the escort business but I was bored out of my mind. It was around the 4th of July because my parents had a big party planned and I decided I'd see if Eric would be my date. He seemed surprised when I showed up at his door, but agreed to be my date for the party.

The day came. We spent it getting to know each other better in a more normal circumstance. But I was horny and so was he, so we sneaked off and I gave him oral sex, because he'd mentioned it was something that his ex wife would never do for him. We ended up at his apartment again after the party, and had sex again.

Long story short, two years later we were married. We are living a quiet, respectable life now in suburbia. No one has the faintest idea how we met. My mother still doesn't know I was an escort.

Divorced And Loving It

I married mid twenties to a regular guy and I guess as we moved into our thirties it became a little too comfortable. I became aware he was playing around and after several arguments we decided to call it a day.
About a year ago I stood naked in front of the mirror and whilst I looked ok - five seven, short brunette hair, 32d, size 8 - I thought I have the time and money to get back in shape.
Six months later, still five seven lol but grew my hair out and went blonde, joined a lovely gym and dropped to a size six, had breast enhancement surgery and now 30F. I’ve also changed my wardrobe so I don’t leave the house without making sure I look good, even if just popping to the shops for groceries.
It’s been great for my confidence as I get lots of compliments but also more look's. I find myself being more flirty but at the same time have been responding to guys being very forward. What I mean is that guys who literally tell me they would love to fuck me get to do so. Last week I was walking out of a coffee shop and a young guy smiled and said wow your hot. When I said you too babe he replied we should hook up and thirty minutes later we were in my bed and he was fucking me as I screamed the place down. I even let him come in my ass.
Even better my ex came round on some pretext as the guy was leaving. He wants me back but I’m having too much fun….

Breaking The Rules

I'm of Japanese descent. Born and raised in Orange County, my father had a landscaping busines and my mother ran dry cleaning store. We were solid middle class, we had a small house, around 1400 sq ft, with three bedrooms and two baths. We went to the local schools and drove five year old cars. My father had one wish for us, get into Berkley, so we studied and studied and studied and we did.

I went the MBA route and got a job with an investment banking company in New York. I was the only Japanese American there. Because of our particular heritage my skin tone is white and my looks are not so marked, yes I'm Japanese but if I want to look western I can. I dressed that way, talked that way and made myself up that way, to fit in. I also took with me my parents repugnance of mixing blood. I wasn't going to do it and didn't let a man take me to bed. I saved myself for marriage to the man my parents selected for me. Except they were all in California and didn't have an education and weren't sophisticated enough. I had changed, and a hard working man like my father just never interested me. I turned 40 with a virgin pussy, the only thing that had ever penetrated my pussy was doctor visits, and my Japanese pleasure toys. I used the internet to watch, varying from straight sex, to lesbian sex, to gay sex. My focus always on one thing, a pussy or a gay man being penetrated by a big thick dick, something no Japanese man has. In that sense, my expectations would never be met. Japanese men have little dicks and I needed a big man.

My father turned 65 and I went home for the celebration. It was typical Japanese. On the way home, back to New York I sat beside a 'rough neck', I had no idea what that was. A big man, from Louisiana, he said he was Cajun, with big hard working hands. We talked during the flight and he put his hand on my knee and squeezed it tight. His hand was strong, very strong, and I got that feeling way up in me. Don't get me wrong, Japanese women get wet and I got wet from it. From nothing to wet, I felt I had to go change my panties. His hand kept grabbing my knee, my thigh, and got inside my leg, the most I could do was let my little Japanese hands rest on his as he worked to feel me up. I was dripping, I suppose my eyes were telling him to keep it up, I didn't stop him, I let him run his hand up and down between my legs. High enough that he bumped up against my pussy and I let my legs open up.

He was scheduled to go overseas, he was catching the flight from New York to Saudi Arabia where he worked as a rough neck, actually he was a supervisor but Cajuns call themselves rough necks regardless of their level of responsibility. I convinced him to stay overnight in New York, so I could show him the sights. What he saw was deep within my legs, my small tits, my small ass. His monstrous hairy dick, that's what I saw, split me in half. Not once, not twice, three times. He kept telling me as he fucked me that there wasn't enough of me to fuck. I achieved, I say I achieved but probably he was the one that did it, I had an orgasm as he fucked me, it took my mind away of what was happening, when I came too he had me pinned down so hard that I couldn't breathe and he came, I could feel it, the way he picked up his hips, slammed it in and released himself.

He left the next day to start his shift. I felt embarrassed and humiliated from my behavior, letting a big hairy white man fuck me silly, tear my virgin pussy open, tear me a new asshole. I was withdrawn from work, I cried at night. All those years saving myself, and now I was ruined. No self respecting Japanese man would have me. I was not worthy of being a mother. When he called me and let me know the flight he was on, coming back through New York, spending the night with me, fucking me silly, having me suck his dick like a child licks an ice cream cone. I cooked for him, I showed him what a clean house I kept. And after six months he took me down to Louisiana and showed me around. Could I live there, in those houses, could I cook and clean there, is that what he wanted?

We married quietly in a civil ceremony, and then I told my parents. There silence told me how they felt, only my mother told me that it was a relief, they had concluded I was gay and that's why I lived in New York. Any man, even a big harry Cajun man was better. I never told them, you don't talk about that with your mother, how big he was and how good it felt to be fucked by him. Since I moved in with him and married him I stopped using my Japanese toys I bought when I was younger, waiting for the right man that my parents picked for me to marry.

Naughty News Anchor

The city I live in has a news anchor whos very sexy. Dark hair, curvy shape, very big slighty saggy tits, just enough to prove they are real, very pretty face.

She looks like she could be a classic soccer mom, who would take the kids to practice with a low cut tight top on, then fuck the coach in her house during the week.

I was surfing for big titted MILFs one day and a photo caught my eye. I thought, no way, it couldnt be her. I work in IT so I’m searching for legit stuff all day and am pretty familiar with the search engine methods.

I did about 20 more searches, picking up clues here and there, then bingo!!! I hit the jackpot. A whole series of pics of my anchor babe in various slutty poses in lingerie and nude. She looks wasted, but horny, showing her big floppy tits, with a sheer bra and panty set on. Then completely nude, and on all fours spreading her ass and pussy for the camera.

She came from a different part of the country. Makes me wonder if she was turning a new leave or something and trying to leave a sorid past behind. But, what hits the net stays there forever thankfully.

I never miss the news now, and usually watch my anchor girl with a stiffy, lol.

"Janitor" Duties

I participated in an breeding gangbang once with a cumwhore that i follow on OF. Of course everyone has to be tested beforehand and of course have to be comfortable with going in raw on sloppy seconds. Luckily for me giving creampies and raw sex are just two of some of my pig fetishes. But for the 1st time I indulged on another kink as well to add to my taboo portfolio.

There was fairly about 11 other men that was present from throughout the state and a few other chicks. One of the girls was with her husband. Roughly 3 girls and 12 guys in total. Genuinely taking turns dumping pussy full of cum and laughing and drinking and recording.

To keep the story short...The husband who came with his wife was performing cleanup jobs on the girls. Basically once all of the men were finished the husband started making his final round of eating all of the mixed cum from the girls pussies. You can tell they were basically waiting for him to make his way to each girl as they were pushing out the cum and playing with it laughing. All the men was still there watching some jacking off to it. I can remember seeing 2 phones recording the action.

He started with his wife. He finished her then they both husband and wife went to the other two girls and started cleaning them up. At this point my sex demon took control of me. We wore masks so I wasnt truly worried about the phones recording but I couldnt help the urge and joined in.

I had helped the man clean 3 vaginas full of other mens nut. I was sticking my tongue way down as far as it could reach inside their vaginas like I was licking a plate clean. Slurping up and sucking whatever cum residue was left on top near the clitoris. All three pussies.

The girl I follow on OF is also an escort. I have visited her several times throught the past year and paid for her CIM services twice before. I can vividly remember the 1st time she offered it. BBFS + 69 + CIM all together. TBH what she advertised was CIM but this was literally a throatpie. Only true freaks attempt deep throat penetration when a guy says hes about to cum. And the way I was feasting on her with that juicy and creaming pussy sitting in my face had me in on cloud9 So I know my load had a bit extra to it.

The second time I was drunk so the ejaculation part experienced some difficulties. But the way she begged for it while she was worshipping my dick and using it to fuck her throat was just enough for a nice ooze. Seeing the enthusiasm in her as she licked up the running cum as it ran down my shaft onto her fist made me quiver inside.

BFS BBBJ and DATY are still my usual go toos but at this point she was comfortable with me for her VIP services. Those 2 meets with her left this dark cloud over me. It was like I had no soul at times after thinking about her...until the gangbang.

Up until this point I felt obligated to feast on her soul, as she had did with me. Add in my love for used pussy and cunnilingus and that was enough motivation. Not only did I do "janitor" work on the girls but I also face-fucked them until orgasms and used my tongue to caress their walls from that throbbing urge for another beating after taking so much dick.

To keep thing relevant..the moment after the cameras cut off was one of my most embarrassing moments in my life. The look the other men gave me afterwards made me feel shameful. The balancing act was that the girls was all over me after the orgy. Not as if I was Hugh Hef but more as in they wanted me to shower with them and was very interested in what I had going on in my personal life. I even got an invite to visit the other girl some time as we exchanged social media accounts.

The extra attention and love from the girls was cool enough and helped with a much needed boost of macho-man. Although no guy approached me on the matter I knew they were talking about in disgust which was enough to feel low around them until we all departed. I have not yet visited neither girl since the gangbang but have plans for both..the 2 girls excluding the wife. But one is in another city so it may be awhile before we meet again.

When I Was Young

I was 17, met an older widow who was 63 - K. She was pretty, and still pretty firm, her tits didn't sag much, though never having seen tits other than my moms at that age, I was good seeing any tits at all. She was brunette, though salt and pepper on top, all brown on her pussy. She had a nice shape and really pretty butt and legs. She gave me my first sex and in all ways, eventually having her in all three major holes, and in between her tits, her hands, anything.

One day she asked me if I'd be willing to help her friends out. I'd met her before, and was a little hesitant till my older woman offered to go out in the car with me totally naked and let me fuck her anywhere I wanted. The older woman was indeed 74 years old, quite wrinkled, gray hair on her head and sparse gray hair on her pussy. Her boobs sagged and were pretty much just empty sagging bags. I fucked her anyway in K's bed. She was so appreciative, so grateful. A couple days later she came over and sat with myself and K. She said to show her appreciation that I'd do it with someone as old and ugly as she (her words not mine) she said she'd never given a blowjob to anyone, not even her husband, who by the way was the only cock inside her till I did it. She wanted me to cum in her mouth.

To my surprise she took out her teeth and it was sensational. I shot off in probably under 10 minutes, she swallowed it all. I did fuck her a few times, after and go plenty of gumjobs from her.

That all ended when I was about 22. I got married at 25 and still am married to my wife. She doesn't know anything about how old my first partner was, nor that I did older women friends of hers. I told her the story, of our meeting, and how my first got me to do some friends of hers, but never said the age. My wife thinks the first "girl" was my age or a bit older, and the "older" friends were college girls. I'm actually not ashamed, just don't want to share.

I'm Pregnant But No One Will Ever Know Who The Father Is

I was married for 15 years but we never had children. I thought it was my fault, but it turned out to be his. I was faithful to my husband and had a good marriage for years (that is I thought it was good) but he began having many affairs. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and filed for divorce. The settlement left me secure but I still work as a bookkeeper for the beauty salons my mother owns.

This last summer I took a vacation half way across the country. Some dear friends wanted me to housesit for them, so I thought, fine, I'll have their nice little home all to myself.

On one real hot day I was out on the patio in tight jean shorts and a bikini top. Across the road I saw a young guy pacing up and down by a vacant lot. He had a push type power mower on his truck. I thought, hmm, nice looking white kid (I'm black). He looked to be about 19 with a body that's real easy on the eyes. He had no shirt on. He saw me and started marching across the road.

He said, "Do you know who mowed that lot? That's supposed to be my job. The owner doesn't live around here, and I'm paid by him to mow every two weeks and now somebody else mowed it."

I said, "No, I don't know anything. I'm just visiting here."

He looked like he was going to cry and I asked if he was ok. He said, "Yeah, it's not only this lot, my grandpa died two days ago. He raised me, we were close." I said I was so sorry and he started crying for real. I asked him if he wanted to sit down for a minute. He did, and I handed him a glass of iced tea. He started talking about his grandpa, and also about problems with his girlfriend, saying she was acting too happy and trying to pretend nothing had happened. I didn't say much, didn't have a chance, cause he was talking a mile a minute.

I walked inside and brought him out another glass of tea and put my arm around his shoulder. He grabbed me by the waist and held his face against my bare stomach. I ran my fingers through his blonde hair a little. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed that. I'd never been with a white guy before. I was faithful to my husband all through our marriage and hadn't dated much since our divorce. I asked him to come inside the house.

He wouldn't let go of me, kept hugging me all the time. He took off my bikini top and held me close to him. I loved the way my breasts felt against his tight chest muscles. The contrast of my very black skin with his very white skin really excited me. His hands moved up my back and to my nape.

He said, "I've heard black women don't like their hair touched.That's not racist to say is it?"

I said, "Hell no, sweetie. It's not racist to say, forget that shit. As for me personally, you can touch my hair all you want."

He relaxed and kissed me deep. He said, "Your lips feel so good, so good."

He buried his nose in my neck and inhaled. His own sweat and scent were driving me just as wild too.

I led him to a bedroom. I got out of my shorts and flip flops, and he took off his pants and shoes. He was a lot bigger than I thought he might be. He laid over me and I could feel his heart beating fast. I kept staring into his blue eyes, then looking over his shoulder and running my hands down that cute white firm butt of his. He bit hard into my neck as I felt him fill me up. I was shocked at myself, at how horny I was. I couldn't keep quiet. He banged me really hard but I kept wanting more. I've got long fingernails and I was was scratching this poor kid's back and ass but he never complained. He didn't last long but I came before he did, I guess because I was so horny. He came inside me. The air conditioning wasn't turned up high and we were both sweaty and sticky but I loved how our scents mingled together.

We talked for awhile afterward and he told me I was his first black woman. He didn't believe me when I told him my age. He thought there was no way I could be anywhere near 30 yet. He said he guessed it was true that black don't crack. He kept wincing from pain and I apologized for scratching him up, but he said, "Don't be sorry, you were worth it." Other than that, I didn't talk much because he was the talker, although he didn't really say all that much about himself. He said his grandpa was renting the place they were staying, and that after the funeral, he was going to leave the state and start out new somewhere else. Before long he said he had to go. I never saw him again.

When my friends got back home, I asked without sounding too eager if they knew who the yard man was who mowed the lot across the road. They'd never seen nor heard of him.

After I got home I missed my period. I didn't want to believe that I was pregnant from just that one time, but the doctor confirmed it. I wasn't having sex with anyone else anywhere near that time.

Now I'm 4 months along and have a definite baby bump. So far my pregnancy is going just fine according to the doctor. I'm going to have a little girl. I feel great, I'm happy, and I'm ready to be a mom. Some of my friends are happy that I'm finally going to have a baby, others think I must have turned into a slut since my divorce. I just make some kind of remark or joke if they wonder who the father is.

Over time I have told my mom most of what happened. She's kind of bewildered, but mostly she's just happy she's gonna be a grandmother.

Maybe I ought to make more of an effort to find my baby's father. Maybe I will, but part of me just wants the baby to be mine alone.

First MMF

I am basically a quiet person and I basically stick to myself. Nobody knows about this.

When I was a senior in college, I had my first mmf. It was my boyfriend and his best friend. I am not sure if there was any lead up to that night but here is how it went.

My boyfriend and I were playing Xbox when his friend came over. I guess I was distracted because when I got up to go pee, I took off the blanket and started to walk away. I quickly realized I was only in a tank top and thong panties when my boyfriend spanked my ass. I was embarrassed for sure, but the spank in front of his friend warmed my pussy.

I got over dramatic and ran to the bathroom. When I got back, he immediately apologized and all was well again with him. His friend, of course, had a nice ass comment. I do have a nice ass, so I said thank you and sat down. We quickly returned to playing and we started drinking Truly’s. One thing led to another and I was sitting in between them both with no blanket on and playing games. They both started to get handsy with me and I allowed it to happen. Before I knew it I was ass up, face down and they each had an end of me. I was in heaven. The feeling of a cock in my mouth and a cock in my c**t was to die for. That was the first night of this and to this day, I am girlfriend and boyfriend with both. They basically share me and I love it.

Dive Bar Slut

Four guys from the neighborhood went out last week with me.
We hit the local pub--actually, it's a dive--and shared some pitchers.
Nate got wasted very quickly and had to be driven home by Frank...and then there were three.
We shot pool for a while and Jason decided to call it a night. That left Steve and me.

Steve is a dedicated vape-a-holic (tobacco and weed) and so he kept slipping out to the patio for a few puffs of one or the other. While he was gone, I ended up chatting with a chubby but attractive woman named Crystal. She was dressed in office clothes and told me her work crew had left her behind. Finally, she figured out that Steve was too stoned to be good company on his infrequent trips back to the bar. Suddenly, her attention focused on me and her thigh started brushing mine--somehow her stool had moved closer to mine.

In the middle of some inane story, she leaned forward to tell me the funny part and her hand came to rest on my thigh. I smiled and glanced down from her smiling eyes to her full breasts straining the buttons of her blouse. When I looked up again, she was grinning, one eyebrow arched.

"Wanna see?" she asked conversationally.

I looked around, but Steve was nowhere in sight.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked quietly.

"I think you should come out to my car," she whispered.

I nodded and moved my knee out of the way to let her stand up. She headed to the door without a backward glance and I followed immediately. The air was crisp and cool after the heat and music of the bar, and I watched her ass sway inside her skirt as she made a beeline across the parking lot to the far end. Taillights flashed and she went around to the passenger side--needless to say, I followed her. She opened the door and then turned and she was in my arms, her lips parted against mine, her tongue flickering out to tease mine, and her luscious breasts crushed against my chest. As I groped her ass and kissed her back, one of her hands snaked down and palmed my thickening cock.

"Hmm..." she moaned. "I think I want a taste before I give you what you want!"

With that, she sat down on the passenger seat and tugged at my zipper, pulling my cock out of my jeans and sucking hard on the head. I grabbed the door frame and let my head fall forward. Her tongue whipped all around to get me wet and then she started bobbing, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth until I nudged the back of her throat. I murmured encouragement and tried not to thrust into the voracious heat of her mouth.

Unbeknowst to me, her hands had been busy unbuttoning while she sucked my cock. When she stopped, I opened my eyes and saw her undoing the front clasp of her bra and releasing two enormous, pale globes. Her wide areola were crowned by thick, hard nipples and I let go of the car to cup and caress them with my cold hands, bringing a shiver and a grin to her lips. When I pinched her nipples and rolled them between my fingers, she groaned happily.

"Fuck!" she gasped at last. "Get in the back and get your cock out all the way!"

I stepped back and complied, rolling onto the wide backseat of her SUV and shoving my pants down to my thighs. She was behind me in a second, slamming the front door and following me into the back, closing the door behind her to extinguish the lights. She ended up straddling my thighs while she pushed her skirt up over her wide hips and threw her blouse and bra off of her shoulders. I wanted to feel her against me, so I pulled my sweater and T-shirt off and stuffed them behind my head against the door. Her smile gleamed in the dark above me and her eyes looked down hungrily in the dim light.

"Are you ready to fuck me?" she asked in a low voice.

"Fuck, yes!" I replied, pulling her hips down.

Her hands slid between us and grabbed my cock, standing it up to the right angle and sliding it along the slippery line of her shaved pussy. Once I was lubricated enough, she positioned my head between her lips and sank down in one slow, sweet motion. We both groaned aloud as my thick cock invaded her tight body. My hands moved from her hips up her back and pulled her down, urging her breasts toward me.

"Yes...suck my nipples!" she moaned as her hips started to grind on me.

I was in hog heaven, pushing her tits together and switching from one side to the other, licking and sucking. Crystal seemed to like it and let me enjoy them while she ground her clit against my pubic bone, not thrusting but working herself into a frenzy very quickly.

When I started to bite down on her nipples, she gasped and froze above me. I felt her pussy throb and a rush of sweet juices spilled down onto my groin as her orgasm explode. She was making small, happy noises so I just held her and let her come down.

When the throbbing stopped, she rose up a little bit and looked at me seriously.

"That was the fastest I've ever cum!" she murmured through a smile.

"Does that mean it's my turn?" I asked, grinning back.

"Any way you want!" she said simply.

"Roll over, babe...I just want to feel your arms and legs around me when I cum inside you!"

She flashed me a grin and we maneuvered ourselves into the missionary position along the backseat. Her heels locked behind my thighs and her arms pulled me down onto her breasts. I kissed her softly as I started to thrust and her whole curvy body responded in perfect harmony. As my thrusts got faster, she pulled my head down beside hers and whispered hot things into my ear.

"That's it, babe...fuck me as hard as you want! I want you to cum inside me...I want to feel your cum...give me everything!" she murmured.

I was at a loss for words--all my attention was focused on the growing fire inside me. Her nipples were hard against my chest, the soft skin of her stomach cushioned me, and her thick hips rose to meet every thrust as I pistoned into her slick, tight pussy, driving myself toward my own orgasm.

"Yes!" she hissed when I pushed her legs up and started fucking straight down into her. "Fuck me hard!"

Another dozen strokes and I was done for--my thighs quivered with strain and her calves gripped my waist tightly when I felt the pulsing begin. My face was lost in her sweaty blonde hair, my whole body enveloped by her pliant embrace, and I held perfectly still against her as wave after wave of cum jetted from my cock and splashed against her walls. She cooed happily with each pulse and stroked my hair.

When I began to soften, I rose up from her embrace and looked down at her in a daze.

"I LOVE fucking married guys!" she giggled. "You're so happy when you finally get to cum!"

I shrugged ruefully and sat back, pulling my pants up as she tugged her skirt back into position and then sat up to fasten her bra. The windows had steamed up and headlights glinted on the fog.

We kept grinning at each other and making small talk as we got dressed. When I helped her out of the backseat, she dimpled one final time and gave me a quick kiss.

"Go back and find your friend," she said with a smile.