Back Seat Oral

It was close to 5 PM one November evening when Isabel called me to invite me out for drinks. We worked together and had been seeing each other for awhile. With her lovely, slightly-accented voice she suggested something more than cocktails and hors-d-oeuvres. We left work together and, getting in our cars, headed to Shirlington, where there was a pleasant tapas bar. The bar was her choice because it was midway between my house and hers.

Isabel was 40, but didn’t appear to be middle-aged. It helped that she was Cuban; her Latin ancestry gave her lovely olive skin, dark eyes and beautiful, lustrous dark brown hair with hints of red. She had a trim figure with a perfect ass and full breasts. Live every other Latina I met, she loved sex. If there was one complaint that I had with Isabel, it was that she was married. She had recently filed for divorce. Still, I was fucking a married woman. “Not the first time”, I thought.

We got to the restaurant, Toro, and ordered a pitcher of Sangria and tapas. Isabel work a demure black dress, hose and heels. Her figure contrasted with the conservative dress and as we consumed more wine talking about each other and how our day had been. Our eyes remained in contact as we touched each other every chance we could. It was clear to me that Isabel wanted something more than what was on the menu.

We decided to walk around the Village in Shirlington to window shop. It had gotten much colder, though, and not wanting to drink anymore but with our respective residences far away, we decided to get into my vehicle and talk for awhile. Sex was on her mind.

The first time we fucked, Isabel asked me if I liked to watch porn. “Of course”, I said. “I’m a guy.” I asked her if she did as well, to which she replied “yes.” What she like the most was watching a man come. She liked the sight, feel, and taste of a man coming and she said she could watch a guy coming over and over. I thought about that as we climbed into my vehicle.

I started up the engine and turned on the heater. We began kissing, slowly and unhurried. Isabel reached down and, opening my overcoat, she began to massage my cock through the fabric of my trousers. I reached into her coat and ran my hand leisurely, yet deliberately, down the side of her face, to her neck and then breasts, past her stomach to her waist, and then around to her round, shapely ass. We embraced and kissed passionately for minutes. After ten or so minutes, the temperature in the cabin of my vehicle had risen appreciably.

The problem we had was that we were in the parking lot across from the Village, and as cold as it was, there were a lot of Holiday shoppers in the area. Moving my hand over to Isabel’s knee and slowly up her inner thighs I lightly stroked her leg and suggested that we drive around and find a more secluded spot.

We drove around the neighborhood, but could find no dark, vacant streets or lots available. Finally, we saw condos on the left. We pulled into the parking lot at Heatherlea condominiums and parked. It was dark and after 8 PM, but people were still coming home. There were condo buildings on all three sides of us, with the condo offices in front of us. The only cover we had were the darkness, the tinted windows of my vehicle, and some scrawny trees in front of us. I motioned to Isabel that we should move to the back seat. She agreed. Not wanting to open the doors and let out any of the heat trapped in the cabin, we carefully climbed over the front seats to the back seat. Stripping off our coats, we began kissing again.

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Bachelor Party Fuck Up

Ever think you have the perfect ideal to take care of a problem. You know one of those ideals that makes perfect sense in you head, but when you go through with it falls apart or worst it fucks everything up. Boy did I have one of those. Here is how it all went down.

It was the weekend before Rob, my cousin’s bachelor party, Katie the bride to be and my best friend, found out about the plans by read an email detailing the plans and came to me.

The email talked about how my brother Tim was going get some his buddies and Rob’s buddies together and take Rob out for happy hour and hit a few bars to get Rob drunk, then to go to a strip club before heading back to Tim’s apartment where another stripper would show up.

Katie thought it was strange that they would hire a stripper to go to Tim’s apartment after coming from a strip club. Not understanding that she came to me asking me, why not just stay there?

That’s when I told her that knowing Tim, he had hired the stripper to fuck Rob and taking him to the strip club is just to get him drunk and horny. My brother is a big jerk. He thinks life is too short to be tied to only one piece of ass. So I was sure Tim wanted to give our cousin Rob one last taste of another woman before he was tied to Katie.

Katie got so angry and scared at that thought and wanted to tell Rob he couldn’t go. I told her that would only cause problems and problems like that were not the why to start a marriage.

So I came up with an idea to ruin their plans and told her not to worry I fix my brother and his friends. Or so I thought.

Since the email had the name of the stripper and her number, I call the day of the party and canceled the party with her. Then I called my brother disguised my voice and left a message on his answering machine telling him Maria was sick but Amber would be there to take care of the groom.

My plan was to go to the party and start to strip and when I got down to my black lace bra and panties. I would get down on my knees in front of Rob and then tell him I wanted to give him a blowjob. Then I pretend to get sick and run into the bathroom, then after making sound like I was throwing up I would leave. After the guys left I’d go back and bust my brother then I’d give him hell.

The night of Rob’s bachelor party I showed up to Tim’s apartment in disguise. Neither my brother nor my cousin had seen me since I had dyed my hair platinum blond, so blond it was almost white. Plus I never hung out with Tim or his friends so I felt pretty safe. I also wore a lot of make-up, much more than usual and put in colored contacts. I though, there was no way that they recognize could me.

Plus I knew the guys were not there to look at my face but at my body. So I knew that the black velvet push up bra and match thong panties, plus garter belt and fish net stocks would have their attention as soon as I slip off the skin tight dress.

It was 11:30 when I arrived and as my brother, Tim let me in. he looked at me funny and asked me to turn around. Then he squeezed me ass as he commented how hot I was and the other guys quickly made similar comments. My cousin, Rob was sitting on a chair and looked so wasted. They were so drunk I now felt more comfortable that they wouldn’t recognize me. The guys were all horny and drunk and were eager for me to start stripping right away.

I started to dance for them as soon as they turned on the music. Want to get this over with. I danced as sexy as I could, grinding my hips, shaking my ass, touching and squeezing my breasts, as I slowly removed my dress. As I did I found I was actually getting wet and I was becoming very turned on stripping in front this guys , even though my own brother, and my cousin were there.

Feeling brave I turned around and wiggled my ass in front of guys. Then one of the guys made a comment about the butterfly tattoo on my ass check. I spun around quickly and looked at my brother, remembering he had once seen my tattoo, fearful he had recognized me. But he didn’t have a look on his face like my butterfly had registered with him. Then I thought there had to be a lot on strippers with butterfly tattoos on the asses or lower back or other place.
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Anal Virgin Gets Ass Fucked

Lauren examined her body carefully in the mirror. Tonight was special and she had to look perfect. She ran her hands gently over her round breasts, pausing to linger on her hard nipples. She continued moving her hand south across her flat stomach and into her soft and smooth pussy searching for her clit. It was easy to find because it was already swollen from the excitement of the events planned for tonight. A soft moan escaped her lips as she brushed a finger across it. She turned and looked at her round ass. She reached around and grabbed her cheeks and spread them so she could get a good look at her asshole. A warm rush filled her body. This is what was making tonight special. She was going to let Brandon fuck her ass. It is something she had never done, but Brandon loved it and had been begging her for months to let his cock invade her ass. Finally, she had agreed. She couldn’t resist him any longer. While keeping her left hand on her ass to keep it spread, she ran her right hand up between her legs. She paused to slip a finger in her wet pussy and then she began to play with her asshole. She explored the soft skin around it first. God, it felt so good! She softly pushed one shy fingertip into her ass. Her excitement reached a new high as she watched her asshole swallow her finger. She couldn’t wait to feel Brandon’s cock slide into her like she her finger had.

Oh God! Brandon! He would be there any second! Lauren grabbed the sheer black nightgown she had purchased for tonight and threw it over her head. She took one last look in the mirror to admire the way her breasts pressed against the fabric and how inviting her cream colored thighs looked. She straightened her hair and ran to the kitchen. She pulled the bottle of wine from the ice bucket and opened it. As she was reaching for the glasses, she heard the front door open. Brandon had arrived. He walked into the kitchen as she was pouring the wine. A hungry smile crept across his face as he looked her over.

Lauren gave him her most seductive smile as she handed him his glass. “How was your day”, she asked as nonchalantly as she could.

The hungry smile became a full grin as lust filled Brandon’s eyes. “It just got a lot better”, he answered in his deep voice.
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Amy At The Nude Beach

My wife, Amy, and I recently had a wild sexual experience that has totally changed our lives. Amy is a beautiful redhead who is quite shy and somewhat timid. I am very proud of my foxy bride and encourage her to dress in revealing clothing so other men can see what a gorgeous wife I have. She has reluctantly gone along with my requests and I have picked out some pretty sexy outfits from the Fredericks catalog that she wears to out of town engagements.

I had always dreamed of having other men see her completely naked and my dream recently came true with a strange twist. A friend at work told me about a nude beach about an hour from home that was frequented by a lot of couples and some soldiers from a nearby Army base. He said that it was a fun place and hinted at some wild goings on in some driftwood “condos.” I got an instant hard on from the thought of my sweet little Amy stark naked on a beach and being ogled by a bunch of horny servicemen. After much begging on my part, Amy agreed to go but only on a weekday when it wouldn’t be quite as crowded.

The following Monday I took a personal day and we headed out to the beach. We got there by ten o’clock and found the place pretty empty. Someone had built a series of small “condos” out of driftwood at the back of the beach for privacy and as windbreaks and we set up in one. Amy timidly stripped off her cutoffs and halter and exposed her luscious young body to the sun. For the record, Amy is 24, 5’4″ with a mouth watering 35C-24-25 body and silky red hair that hangs to the top of her butt.

We spent the first two hours soaking up the sun and splashing in the surf together. Because of the sparse crowd, Amy was the only woman on the beach and attracted quite a bit of attention. I made sure she was well oiled with sun tan oil and was thrilled as guys went out of their way to walk past us and check her out. I noticed that most of the guys had bigger cocks than me. When I mentioned this to Amy she giggled and said, “I noticed. Maybe the sun makes them grow.”

At that point Amy suggested we return to our “condo” and as we approached I noticed that a dark muscular Black guy had put down a blanket right in our condo. I also noticed that he was easily the most well hung guy on the beach with a thick uncut cock hanging halfway to his knees. Amy took notice of him also and whispered to me “Oh my god, look at that thing! It’s huge.” I felt a twinge of jealousy from her reaction to this guy’s enormous member and felt like my plan was backfiring. The whole idea behind going to this beach had been that I would enjoy seeing guys drool over my foxy wife and be jealous of me. It had never occurred to me that Amy might be the one doing the drooling.

When we got to our blanket, I said nervously “Uh excuse me, would you mind moving to another condo, please? We were here first.” He laughed at my comment saying, “Hey man, this is my condo. If you two want to hang out, that’s cool, but I ain’t going nowhere.”

As he spoke he was busy checking out Amy who was staring intently at his huge Black cock. I reached for our cooler and said “C’mon Amy, let’s go” but she surprised me by saying “Wait honey, let’s stay. There’s plenty of room.”
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Tease In a Sun Dress

My phone lights up, vibrates against the table and chimes. Text message. I walk over to check and my heart skips a beat for a moment. It’s from her.

“Hey, I’m bored… you should head over.”

I’m a little torn with what to do, she’s such a tease but I keep telling myself that maybe this one time she’ll be different so I head over.

A few minutes later I’m standing on her doorstep and she’s answering the door, barefoot, in a cute little sundress. Her green eyes sparkle and she grabs the front of my shirt, pulling me inside. I’m a little taken aback but I follow her inside, closing the door behind me. She stops abruptly causing me to run into her and she takes the opportunity to grind her ass back into me. She flips her blonde hair over her shoulder and looks me square in the eye, then winks.

Fuck.

“So, wanna watch a movie or something?”

She’s gotta be joking. She called me over here practically in the middle of the night to watch a movie? I can tell she doesn’t think tonight will be any different from before. She calls me over, teases me to the point of frustration and then kicks me out. Not tonight.

“Not exactly what I had in mind…”

She looks up at me and puts on her best pouty expression, one finger playing idly with the bottom of her sundress. I can’t take it.

“Ok fine, what movie did you have in mind?”

She giggles and runs over to her stack of DVDs, making sure to bend over at the waist instead of kneeling down. I can see she’s not wearing anything underneath. What a fucking tease. I walk over behind her and run my hand across her ass. She whirls around as she slaps my hand away.
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College Girls Level 1

As a new college professor, I was still getting used to being back on a campus. I had spent a few years after graduating in private industry before deciding to go back for my doctoral studies. During those studies, I knew that my calling lied in teaching and started looking for a university position. I certainly enjoyed the academic portion of my profession, but seeing the beautiful young coeds prance around campus was a big bonus!

I first met Lori at teacher/student interviews after the first week of classes. She was in one of my larger philosophy classes, so I hadn’t noticed her sitting in the back. We talked for nearly two hours and got along famously. I was intrigued by her playful yet intelligent demeanor and how engrossed she was in the conversation. Mature beyond her years, Lori talked about everything from school to hobbies to the sorority she had joined last semester, when she was still a freshman. Now that she was an “upperclassman,” she was thrilled to have a “little sister” that was pledging the sorority.

Of course, much of my interest in Lori was based on her looks. A stunning 19-year old sophomore, she reminded me of one of my favorite old-school porn stars, Lexus Locklear. Lori wore extremely short jeans shorts that exposed her long, tan and shapely teen legs. The green Abercrombie & Fitch tank top hugged her well shaped breasts. I could see the straps of a purple bra underneath and was sure that it contained some of the finest tits on campus.

Lori ended up being one of my most enthusiastic and successful students. We talked after class for a few minutes at least once a week, but always about academics. Of course as much as I wanted to get in her pants, I still had to abide by the college’s student/teacher relationship clause. I was also sure that she got plenty of attention from the boys on campus and had no interest in a professor 10 years her senior. It wasn’t until I ran into Lori and her little sister, Erica, at a bar on Friday night that I even thought about the possibility of sex (ok, I had thought about it numerous times, but not seriously!). Being there with several of my colleagues, though, I knew that I couldn’t act on my beer-induced desires.

Lori saw me from across the bar and came over to introduce me to Erica. Erica was a freshman engineering major, not normally the educational discipline for Tri-Delt sorority girls. She was, of course, the hottest engineering student I had ever laid eyes on. A delicate brunette, she was a shy stunner with pale skin, freckles and a fabulous figure shown off in a flouncy pink miniskirt and a white mid-riff top. I checked out her incredible legs and saw that she was wearing a pair of 4-inch white heels with straps that ran up her calves. A very well-coordinated outfit, it was just a little trampy too. In fact, with her back to me, I almost thought that her skirt was short enough that I caught a glimpse of the cheeks of her ass.
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Blue Moon In Bangkok

Her lips were soft just as I dreamed that they would be. We kissed gently at first almost nervously like a couple of teenagers on a first date then I felt her tongue flick my lips as if looking for permission to enter. I accepted with alacrity and her tongue slipped into my mouth to find mine. I slid my hands under her shirt and up her warm naked back and pulled her into me. Our kisses became deeper and more passionate. On every level this was wrong… I was in a relationship, this was my girlfriend’s friend and also my student but I just couldn’t stop now. From the first day I had met her I had desired this woman and now my fantasy was becoming reality.

I had been living in Thailand for 9 months. I had just turned 41 years old when my 20-year association with a world famous Irish brewery ended with a golden handshake and a cheap gold watch. It was a nice little pay off and I reckoned I could go and lie on a beach somewhere for a while to ponder my future. My marriage had long ended in divorce. We were both so career focused that we never made the time to start a family and the last I heard my ex-wife, Carol was living with someone with tattoos and a lot of body hair… Her name was Tina. I was about to do the typical package holiday to Spain when 2 married friends suggested that I travel a bit further afield.

“Go and teach English in Thailand, China or Vietnam.” Anne added. “You can earn money and not eat into your pension then you can holiday during school breaks.”

I had no teaching experience but in a whirlwind space of 6 weeks I had taken a TEFL (Teach English as a Foreign Language) course, tied up any loose ends and I was leaving for Thailand. I think I emailed my CV to every school in south-east Asia but the highly efficient Mister Paradorn at the south Bangkok language academy was first to reply to me. He posted me a copy of a contract and all the documents needed to get my visa and work permit and I was away. Nerves gripped my stomach muscles as my plane touched down in Bangkok airport on April 25th 2005. I made my way through a sea of eager taxi touts till I seen the sign with my name on it.

“Welcome to Bangkok.” Said the waiting Mister Paradorn, a small thin man with a large grin and a bone-crunching handshake.

Bangkok is an incredible city, from the stunning beauty of Wat Phra Kaow (an ancient temple) to an ultra-modern shopping precinct like Siam Paragon. I couldn’t believe that it had taken me all these years to explore somewhere more exotic than Majorca. On my days off I loved just walking around at a nice leisurely pace. I felt I had put in my time in a highly stressful career and now I reaped the rewards and just wandered about as the locals frantically went about their business. The local women were stunning. I have to admit having a penchant for Asian ladies and this was heaven.
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The Office Slut

“Yes? What is it, Miles?”

George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve.

“Have you seen her yet, boss?”

Miles was one of the younger members of George’s staff and could be a real pain in the ass at times. His light brown hair flopped fashionably over one eye and made George think that the young clerk needed a good haircut.

“Who are we talking about now?” George sighed expansively. He guessed that one of the girls from accounts or the computer room was now the current fixation of Miles and the rest of the young office males. All they ever seemed to do was think about sex these days, George pondered. It was a surprise that they ever got any work done – which Miles rarely did.

George looked at his young clerk and then back down at the crossword. He brushed the crumbs away from sixteen across and read: To pull and tug vigorously; four letters. He smiled to himself and wrote: j-e-r-k. Thank you Miles, he thought.

“The new temp.” Miles suddenly exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” George looked up a little confused.

“Come on, boss. Try and keep up! The new temp? In Frank Walker’s office? Have – you – seen – her – yet?”

George suddenly remembered what the conversation was about and knew that he was beaten. He pushed the newspaper to one side and threw his empty sandwich wrapper in the litterbin.

“Er, no. Why?”

“Oh man!” Miles enthused. “This one is a real cracker! Not so young, I suppose, but she’s a complete nymphomaniac!”

George was surprised that Miles even knew what the word meant.

“I thought you guys were only interested in leering at girls just out of high school,” George said. “What’s so special about this older woman?”

“You’re not listening, boss.” Miles continued becoming visibly more agitated. “This woman can’t get enough. We’re taking it in turns to go into her office at lunchtime and bang her. Also, we’ve got a hole made in the wall of the office next door so while one of us does the business, the others can watch! It’s Ray Hunter’s turn today. Come on, George, come and have a look!”
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