Story 17 #2
She pulled the dress down, and her large breasts popped free, her nipples dark circles contrasting with her light skin and pointing slightly up.
The dress slid down further as he undid his pants and pushed them down.
Now, they were both just wearing their underwear, she in a little G-string and he in his boxer shorts, his cock very clearly pushing at them.
They came in closer, and he took hold of her, pulling her to him, kissing her. One of his hands went to her ass, grabbing hold of it, squeezing it, pulling her to him as his cock rubbed against her through his underwear, the hardness against her softness.
His other hand slid up the side of her body, moving to one of her breasts, grabbing hold of it, squeezing it, massaging it.
His fingers went to her nipple and flicked at it as he moved his head down and began to kiss her throat.
She was breathing heavily now, and one of her hands went down his back, down to his ass, while her other hand grabbed the hardness in his boxer shorts and squeezed it.
Then, she pushed his boxer shorts down. They slid down to the floor as he bent down to one of her breasts and began sucking on it.
Her breathing grew even heavier as she grabbed hold of his cock, holding it firmly and jerking him off, her hand moving slowly up and down the shaft, twisting slightly as it went, sliding back down and rubbing at his balls for just a moment.
One of his hands went down to the front of her G-string as he moved his mouth to her other breast. He rubbed at her pussy through the flimsy garment and heard her moan, felt her pushing herself against his touch.
He pushed the material to one side and felt how wet she was there.
He rubbed at her, feeling her body gyrating against his fingers, wanting more of his touch.
He spread her lips and teased her, his fingers moving up and down her lips.
He went to her clit and rubbed at it, softly, wanting to tease her.
She pushed herself against him even more then, wanting more of his touch, and then he began to rub at her more vigorously as her moans grew more urgent.
He led her over to the bed then and pushed her down onto it. He stood over her, looking down at her with a smile. She ran her hands over her body, as though showing him what was his for the taking.
He took hold of his cock and jerked himself off slowly as he looked at her hot body. He had to admit that he was enjoying this moment of anticipation.
Then, he dropped to his knees, grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
He stroked her legs, feeling her soft skin, feeling how toned she was.
He bent down and licked at the inside of her thighs. He moved his face up to her G-string and bit it, tugging it down her legs so that she was completely naked.
He moved his face to her pussy, his nostrils filling with her intoxicating scent.
He spread her lips with his fingers and bent down to her, licking at her slowly, the flat of his tongue moving over her pussy.
Then, he ran his tongue over each of her lips in turn, feeling her squirm as he teased her. He knew just what she wanted, where she wanted him to be, and he was ready to go there, but he was taking his time as well.
Then, he moved his head up and went for it. He went to her clit and flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over it. She arched her back and cried out, and that only spurred him on. He pushed at her clit, his hands on her waist, moving his tongue back and forth over it.
His cock was throbbing, and one of his hands went to it, jerking himself off slowly as he continued to pleasure her, the cries that were coming from the other end of the bed spurring him onward as he buried his face there, surrounding himself with her scent, her taste.
He raised himself up and looked at her. He climbed onto the bed and went and knelt beside her head.
She was panting, in a state of arousal that left her ready to do anything that he wanted, to give him whatever he wanted.
She turned her head, her mouth open, and there was his cock.
He grabbed the back of her head as he pushed his cock into her mouth, and she began to suck on it as he thrust back and forth, holding her head, fucking her face roughly.
He grabbed hold of one of her breasts with his other hand, squeezing it, lost in an intense state of arousal of his own. His hand slid down her body, and he pushed two of his fingers into her pussy, slipping back and forth into her.
He couldn’t control himself anymore. As wonderful as it was to have her sucking on his cock like this, he wanted more, more.
He pulled out of her mouth and grabbed hold of her, pulling her around and turning her onto her front. She went willingly, letting him move her where he wanted her, ready to give herself to him, however he wanted her.
He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and moved in behind her. She looked back at him.
“Go on, go on,” she panted, pushing herself back to his waiting cock. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back to him, pushing his cock against the softness of her body, pushing into her from behind, feeling the warm wetness of her pussy accepting his cock as he pushed it inside her.
She let out a long moan as he felt her pushing back onto him, as he went deep inside her, feeling her tight around him.
He held her there, his arm still wrapped around her, and then he began thrusting into her, his cock sliding back and forth, slowly at first but quickly building up the pace, fucking her hard, her body rocking.
He her breasts brushed against his arm as they swung back and forth, and he reached up to grab hold of one of them, squeezing it as he fucked her in a frenzy till, at last, he came inside her, shooting a massive load into her as her cries turned to screams of absolute ecstasy.
He fell back on the bed, panting, sated - for now, at least.
She came to him then, her own lust sated for the moment as well.
She straddled him, kissing him, her hands all over him, and they lay back, holding one another, one of her hands toying with his cock every now and again till, at last, she felt it stiffening and, with a smile, she slid down his body to suck on it once more.
This time it was slower, gentler, their wild lust satisfied enough that they could take their time with one another, building to an incredible climax.
Those were good memories that he liked to think about, but that encounter hadn’t really gone anywhere, and it had simply fizzled out in the end.
He tried not to think about it too much - it was a nice memory to bring out every now and again, but it was also something that could frustrate him. He wanted to have those good times again, and sometimes he wondered if such things were over for him now.
When he would think about it, however, he would feel a stirring down in his pants, and he would think back to that night.
But, he had to admit to himself, sometimes when he remembered it, he saw a different body.
A tighter, younger body, tanned instead of light-skinned, with blonde hair.
He would find himself imagining her on all fours, turning to look back at him, and it would be Carly looking back at him, that sultry look of hers there, twisting into a look of pleasure, her sexy little mouth open as high-pitched moans of pleasure came from her throat.
When those thoughts intruded, his cock would be stiffer than ever, throbbing heavily in his pants, but he knew that he had to control himself.
And now she was coming to work with him, as an intern.
A part of him hoped that she would be sent to another part of the building, another floor, and he wouldn’t have to see her, wouldn’t have to feel that ache knowing that he could never have her. But another part of him wanted her, wanted to be close to her, wanted to be able to see her.
When he showed up to the office, he found himself looking out for her, feeling a strange sense of disappointment when he didn’t see her immediately.
He went to his office and got on with some work, and he had almost put her out of his mind.
However, then there was a knock at his office door, and when he looked up, he saw the door open and Carly’s face peeking round it, and she looked even more beautiful than he remembered.
Her hair was full, thick, and hanging loose down her back in slight waves.
Her lips were painted red, plump, and kissable.
She had a slightly apprehensive look on her face, but when she saw him, she smiled.
“Oh, hi Sam!” she said as she stepped into the office, closing the door behind her.
“Hi, Carly,” he said, as casually as he could, trying to ignore the fact that his heart was racing now.
She looked incredible. She was wearing a tight, white blouse that showed off her amazing figure, the curve of her slender waist, and the swell of her large breasts.
It seemed to cling to them, almost as though it was sprayed on, and he was sure that he could see just a hint of pink through her blouse, making him imagine the pink bra she must be wearing underneath.
She also had on a tight black skirt that finished above her knees and showed off more of her body. She had black tights on - or were they stockings? Suddenly, he felt that he wanted to know the answer to that particular question very badly.
She smiled at him. It was a smile that almost looked innocent.
Almost - but not quite. There was something about it, as though she wanted him to check her out, as though she wanted to stir his lust.
Her outfit was borderline - he supposed that it could be described as appropriate for the office, but there was also something about it that just looked so wonderfully slutty that he was sure that she had to know just what she was doing.
“I just thought that I’d come by and say hello,” she said.
She raised one hand in greeting for a moment, and there was something wonderful about even that simple gesture.
He looked at her slender fingers and imagined them on his body.
He wanted her more than ever now. He knew that it was wrong, but he didn’t care. He wanted her, and he had to have her.