My Erotic Commute

As I walked along the platform looking into the carriages of my evening homebound commuter
train, I groaned at how crowded it was as usual. I moved past several coaches, only to find every
seat was taken and passengers were standing. Finally, I opened a door and squeezed against other
passengers, despite their hostile glares, into one of the little alcoves between coaches.

The door swished shut, leaving me squeezed up against it by the press of bodies behind me. I
was at least glad that I had enjoyed a vodka and tonic at the station bar and on an empty stomach,
it was relaxing me nicely.

My journey home from work in the city to the town where I lived usually took about forty
minutes. There were only a few stops at rural destinations and at that time of day most
passengers got off where I did. I stood staring out of the window at the passing countryside, my
breath misting the window. The train vibrated beneath my feet, sending sensual tremors up my
legs to my pussy, and I gave myself up to the usual erotic daydreams, I use to pass the time on
my daily commutes. I was accustomed to having a very active sex life, but unusually, I didn't
have a boyfriend at the time, and was feeling hornier than usual.

I have a powerful imagination and it's a great help when I'm masturbating. I closed my eyes and
imagined I was with a new boyfriend:

He seemed in no hurry to do anything other than kiss me, and it had been so long since I'd had
that pleasure. We must have spent close to a half-hour just necking. I was incredibly aroused by
the time he nibbled his way down my throat and to my ear. He leaned up, and watched my face
as he put his hands on my breasts, rubbing lightly across my straining nipples. I moaned and
arched my back, shoving my breasts harder against his hands. Then I quivered with anticipation
as he pulled my top over my head to reveal my bra-less breasts.

He bent his head and licked first one nipple and then the other. In my dream, wanting to put on a
show for him, I backed up a step, smiled, and flipped off my sandals. I undid my hair clasps,
shook my hair to let it tumble over my shoulders, and ran my hands down my throat and across
my chest, pausing to play with my nipples for a moment.

With a sensual twist of my hips, I undid my skirt and let it fall around my ankles. Then I very
slowly slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them and my crumpled skirt. I stood
there, proud in my naked state, knowing that I have a great body, and that he was practically
drooling now at his first sighting of it.

Brazenly, I put one foot beside him on the couch, giving him an unrestricted view of my pussy,

"Do you like it?" I whispered. "Why not see how it feels?" - - - - Then my erotic fantasy was
abruptly interrupted as I felt a real hand brush my ass!
My Erotic Commute

As I walked along the platform looking into the carriages of my evening homebound commuter
train, I groaned at how crowded it was as usual. I moved past several coaches, only to find every
seat was taken and passengers were standing. Finally, I opened a door and squeezed against other
passengers, despite their hostile glares, into one of the little alcoves between coaches.

The door swished shut, leaving me squeezed up against it by the press of bodies behind me. I
was at least glad that I had enjoyed a vodka and tonic at the station bar and on an empty stomach,
it was relaxing me nicely.

My journey home from work in the city to the town where I lived usually took about forty
minutes. There were only a few stops at rural destinations and at that time of day most
passengers got off where I did. I stood staring out of the window at the passing countryside, my
breath misting the window. The train vibrated beneath my feet, sending sensual tremors up my
legs to my pussy, and I gave myself up to the usual erotic daydreams, I use to pass the time on
my daily commutes. I was accustomed to having a very active sex life, but unusually, I didn't
have a boyfriend at the time, and was feeling hornier than usual.

I have a powerful imagination and it's a great help when I'm masturbating. I closed my eyes and
imagined I was with a new boyfriend:

He seemed in no hurry to do anything other than kiss me, and it had been so long since I'd had
that pleasure. We must have spent close to a half-hour just necking. I was incredibly aroused by
the time he nibbled his way down my throat and to my ear. He leaned up, and watched my face
as he put his hands on my breasts, rubbing lightly across my straining nipples. I moaned and
arched my back, shoving my breasts harder against his hands. Then I quivered with anticipation
as he pulled my top over my head to reveal my bra-less breasts.

He bent his head and licked first one nipple and then the other. In my dream, wanting to put on a
show for him, I backed up a step, smiled, and flipped off my sandals. I undid my hair clasps,
shook my hair to let it tumble over my shoulders, and ran my hands down my throat and across
my chest, pausing to play with my nipples for a moment.

With a sensual twist of my hips, I undid my skirt and let it fall around my ankles. Then I very
slowly slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them and my crumpled skirt. I stood
there, proud in my naked state, knowing that I have a great body, and that he was practically
drooling now at his first sighting of it.

Brazenly, I put one foot beside him on the couch, giving him an unrestricted view of my pussy,

"Do you like it?" I whispered. "Why not see how it feels?" - - - - Then my erotic fantasy was
abruptly interrupted as I felt a real hand brush my ass!
My Erotic Commute

As I walked along the platform looking into the carriages of my evening homebound commuter
train, I groaned at how crowded it was as usual. I moved past several coaches, only to find every
seat was taken and passengers were standing. Finally, I opened a door and squeezed against other
passengers, despite their hostile glares, into one of the little alcoves between coaches.

The door swished shut, leaving me squeezed up against it by the press of bodies behind me. I
was at least glad that I had enjoyed a vodka and tonic at the station bar and on an empty stomach,
it was relaxing me nicely.

My journey home from work in the city to the town where I lived usually took about forty
minutes. There were only a few stops at rural destinations and at that time of day most
passengers got off where I did. I stood staring out of the window at the passing countryside, my
breath misting the window. The train vibrated beneath my feet, sending sensual tremors up my
legs to my pussy, and I gave myself up to the usual erotic daydreams, I use to pass the time on
my daily commutes. I was accustomed to having a very active sex life, but unusually, I didn't
have a boyfriend at the time, and was feeling hornier than usual.

I have a powerful imagination and it's a great help when I'm masturbating. I closed my eyes and
imagined I was with a new boyfriend:

He seemed in no hurry to do anything other than kiss me, and it had been so long since I'd had
that pleasure. We must have spent close to a half-hour just necking. I was incredibly aroused by
the time he nibbled his way down my throat and to my ear. He leaned up, and watched my face
as he put his hands on my breasts, rubbing lightly across my straining nipples. I moaned and
arched my back, shoving my breasts harder against his hands. Then I quivered with anticipation
as he pulled my top over my head to reveal my bra-less breasts.

He bent his head and licked first one nipple and then the other. In my dream, wanting to put on a
show for him, I backed up a step, smiled, and flipped off my sandals. I undid my hair clasps,
shook my hair to let it tumble over my shoulders, and ran my hands down my throat and across
my chest, pausing to play with my nipples for a moment.

With a sensual twist of my hips, I undid my skirt and let it fall around my ankles. Then I very
slowly slid my panties down my legs and stepped out of them and my crumpled skirt. I stood
there, proud in my naked state, knowing that I have a great body, and that he was practically
drooling now at his first sighting of it.

Brazenly, I put one foot beside him on the couch, giving him an unrestricted view of my pussy,

"Do you like it?" I whispered. "Why not see how it feels?" - - - - Then my erotic fantasy was
abruptly interrupted as I felt a real hand brush my ass!
I hesitated, that seemed too much to ask. But I desperately needed more; my body was screaming
for more. Then, recalling the sexual role play games that I had enjoyed, I persuaded myself to
imagine that this was just another one with a boyfriend. In surrender, I turned my head towards
him, my body trembling. When he put his ear to my lips,

"Touch me." I whispered softly.

"Here?" He asked, teasing me as he slid his hand down to touch my pussy mound through my
skirt.

I nodded.

"Lift the front of your skirt and tuck it into your belt."

Fortunately, I was wearing a short, loose skirt. Still hidden from view by his big body, I eased up
the front with trembling hands and tucked it in at my waist. I knew that he would soon discover
how wet I was and I felt such a slut. I couldn't remember when my body had been so sexually
aroused by so little foreplay. Obviously, the situation and his mind-game were having a powerful
effect on me. My clit was as firm as my nipples and a pulse was pounding in my groin. I realized
that I was almost panting, like a bitch in heat.

I sighed gratefully when his hand reached round me again, stroking my hot, exposed stomach.
Then his warm, firm hand glided smoothly inside the waistband of my thong and his fingers
reached down to stroke the fine hairs on my mound. When I shuffled my feet apart to grant him
access, a finger delicately probed and brushed my clit.

An intense surge of pleasure blasted through me. For a second, I thought I had cum and I had to
put a hand over my mouth to stifle a moan of pleasure. I had been standing for ages and my legs
weakened and buckled. I would have fallen if the stranger's arm had not been supporting me.
Then the sensation eased, but every fiber of my body was still blazing with desire.

After giving my clit a few strokes, his fingers slipped between my damp and swollen lips. One
and then two slid into my flooded pussy, stroking and probing. Soon I was pushing my hips back
against him in time to the fucking his fingers were giving me. I had completely disregarded the
risk of someone realizing what we were doing. All I could think of was his wonderful fingers
massaging the clutching walls of my pussy as I hovered on the verge of an orgasm. Then he
suddenly stopped.

Opening my eyes, I realized that the train was drawing into one of the stops on my route.

"Well, this is where I get off," he whispered. "Perhaps you would like to come with me so we
can finish what we've started."

I was on such a high and was feeling so frustrated that I nearly burst into tears. My destination
was two stops farther on from here but I knew that there would be plenty of trains after this one.
Abandoning all grasp of reality, I nodded my agreement as I was too breathless to speak. I
needed what he was offering and craved the control that I heard in his voice. I felt compelled to
continue the exciting, submissive role I was playing.

As the train stopped I just had time to pull down the front of my skirt before the door opened. He
sidled past me to get out first and I was glad of his helping hand as I stepped down onto the
platform on trembling legs. It was a pleasantly warm late evening and there was still subdued
daylight.

The stop was in quiet countryside and wasn't used by many commuters. Four other passengers
got off as well as the stranger and I.

When I reached to button up my blouse he stopped me,

"No, you must leave your breasts available to me; leave your blouse it as it is."

In the weird set-up it felt so good to surrender to him and I pulled my blouse loosely over my
bra. His hand was on my waist,

"My car is in the parking area."

As we walked slowly out of the unmanned platform to a small carpark behind it, the other people
who had got off the train entered their cars and drove away. There were only three other cars
parked and he led me to one in the far corner sitting on its own. To my surprise he got into the
front passenger seat and opened the driver's door,

"Take off your panties and get into the driver's seat."

I didn't even hesitate. I bent over and slid my damp thong down over my knees, its musky odor
filling my nostrils for an instant. I eagerly stepped out of it, stuffed it into my shoulder bag and
got into the car from the other side. I felt totally under the stranger's control and I was blazing
with excitement and lust.

Meanwhile he had pulled his pants and boxers down around his ankles. He reclined his seat fully
and lay back,

"Now suck my cock."

He gripped his stiff erection tightly in his fist and a tiny bead of precum oozed from the tip. I
leaned over, dipped my head to his lap and pressed my lips against the swollen head. When I
sucked and licked around it, he twitched and tangled one hand in my hair. I ran my tongue over
the crown's underside, instinctively wanting to do a god job. Then I reminded myself that I was
dying for a fuck and had to be careful not to make him cum.

When he tugged my hair impatiently, I drew him into my mouth. Careful not to suck too hard, I
worked cautiously on his cock, stroking my tongue gently from the head all the way down to the
base. I wanted him to be impatient for more action and it worked,
"Enough!" he growled, pushing me away. "Now get on top and fuck me."

The car windows were tinted but even so, after glancing around, I was glad to see that the car
park was deserted. I pushed my skirt up over my hips and wriggled over to him. It wasn't easy to
position my knees on his seat astride him and I had to bend my neck to prevent my head
bumping against the roof. He helped me by putting both hands around my waist and hoisting me
onto his lap with my thighs spread apart.

As I leaned forward to support myself on braced arms, he pushed my bra up and over my breasts,
letting them swing free. He cupped and squeezed them together and I quivered with pleasure as
he raised his head and flicked his tongue across one hard nipple. Then his tongue swept over
both nipples, leaving a hot, wet trail behind.

I squirmed on his lap, flexing my thighs to rub my wet, aching pussy against the line of his
erection as it lay on his belly. As if displeased at me for instigating an action, he pulled me away,

His low, sexy tones vibrated through me,

"I want you to beg for it."

As if to emphasize his point, he reached between my legs and stroked my pussy. That was all it
took. In desperation I whispered,

"Please fuck me."

In the fading light I could see the wolfish grin of satisfaction on the stranger's face as I leant over
him, his breath hot on my breasts. When he reached to hold his cock erect, I flexed my thighs
and tried to slowly lower myself onto it. But just as the head slipped past my pussy lips, he
pushed up his hips to impale me with one thrust.

After all my arousal, the feel of a hard cock in me gave me a shock of delight. My legs weakened
and I slid down onto his dick until it was stretching me and pressing hard against the roof of my
pussy. Instinctively, I raised myself with my thighs until just the head remained in me. Then I
slid all the way back down again,

"Oh, God, yes," I blurted out as I sank into him.

He felt enormous in that position but my pussy quickly adjusted.

"Ride me," he commanded, his breath shallow.

I was only too happy to oblige. With my hands on either side of his head, I began to fuck him,
his hips shoving up to meet my downward thrusts. I was so primed, so ready, that I knew it
wouldn't be long before I came. The position was still awkward and I rode him slowly at first.
But as his hands stroked my breasts, belly and clit, I began to fuck him hard and fast as if my life
depended on it. Oh, how exciting it felt to fuck in public! The danger of getting caught made the
sex all the more exquisite. As if sensing I was getting close, his hips began to pump up
vigorously while his fingers ran a faster circle around my clit. Oh, god! It felt so good, and I
muttered,

"Oh, yes... right there...right there...",

The climax tore over me in wild spasms and my hands moved to grasp his shoulders as I rode it
out. As the orgasm faded I was suddenly aware of my aching thighs and as I straightened them I
flopped onto his chest. Despite my weight he braced his legs, grabbed my hips and fucked my
still clinging pussy. It didn't take him long before he stiffened and came into me. The stranger
had made no sounds during the fuck and, even with his orgasm, he remained silent as if showing
any reaction was a sign of weakness.

I wondered if, with his lust satisfied, he would show any tenderness. But he pushed me up,

"Okay, you can go now."

What a bastard, I thought. But what an amazingly sexy one!

With his help, I managed to disentangle myself from him and get back onto the driver's seat.
Feeling dazed, I pushed down my skirt and adjusted my bra. By the time I had done that he had
dressed and come around to my side of the car. He opened the door, took me by the elbow and
helped me to get out. He slid into the driver's seat and grinned up at me,

"Well that was great...perhaps we'll meet again some time. Enjoy the rest of your journey"

The door closed and he drove off. And not even a kiss, I thought.

On cramped legs, I wandered back to the platform where a few people were waiting. I checked
the timetable and was glad to see the next train was due in ten minutes. I sat on a bench feeling
disoriented as if I was wakening from an erotic dream. When a warm breeze wafted over my wet
and naked pussy, I remembered that I hadn't put my thong back on. I tried to come to terms with
the weird experience. I had enjoyed quite a few spontaneous fucks before but this had certainly
been different. Would I see the mysterious man on the train again? And if so, what would
happen? A shiver ran down my spine.

THE END

Night of The Living Pussy

Finals week was fast approaching and Stephanie was locked in her bedroom, exam-cramming
like every other student. Soon her high school days would be over and she would be off to
medical school. She was very beautiful and considered the heartthrob of every guy in school, but
her reputation for being a prude turned off many would-be suitors. She lived with her mother, an
extreme conservative who brainwashed her into believing that all sexual things were evil. She
was not permitted to be alone with boys and if she ever was caught alone touching herself, her
mother would punish her severely.

Stephanie had wavy black hair that went to her shoulders, D-cup breasts that made the buttons on
her shirt beg for mercy, and a well-toned stomach due to her track and field training. At night she
couldn't help but fantasize about those guys that gawked at her on a daily basis, but the fear of
her mother held her back from releasing the ever-growing sexual tension within her.

While deep into her biology book, Stephanie was unaware of the prying eyes of a tiny creature
outside her window.

Tap tap tap

"What the..." Stephanie spun around and almost fell from her chair when she saw a tiny winged
creature waving at her from outside her bedroom. She looked human, but was only six inches
tall, had pointy ears, wings, and leaves for clothing.

"I must have fallen asleep. I'm dreaming...I have to be," Stephanie said as she slowly walked to
the window staring at this creature in amazement.

Tap tap tap

"You gonna let me in, silly?" said the creature with a tiny voice.

Stephanie cracked the window slightly, allowing the creature to fly in, and quickly shut the
window behind her.

"Who are you...what are you?" Stephanie whispered, trying not to wake her mother.

"The name's Arianna and I'm a fairy, of course," Arianna gleefully replied.

"Shhh, please be quiet; you don't want to wake my mother," Stephanie scolded.

"Oh, don't worry about that. You're not the first I've visited with parents who are a little crazy,"
Arianna giggled.

"Wha...what do you mean? Never mind, I'm dreaming, of course. Fairies aren't real." Stephanie
backed away and nearly fell on her bed. "I mean, I've given your mom an extra dose of sleepy
dust and she is not waking anytime soon and of course I'm real. If I weren't real, could I do this?"
Arianna shot a magical beam toward Stephanie and zapped her on the arm.

"Ow!! That hurt!!" Stephanie shrieked. "Okay, if you're real, then why are you here? What
would a fairy be doing in my bedroom?"

"You signaled me here; or rather a certain part of you did," Arianna blushed.
"A certain part...what?" Stephanie stared with a blank expression.

"Let's see how I can best explain this to you. I'm what you might call a lust fairy. I visit girls like
yourself who have recently come of age but due to whatever beliefs they may have they have
never had an orgasm." Arianna flew down to Stephanie's waistline and attempted to pull open
her pink fuzzy pajama pants. Horrified, Stephanie shrieked and backed away from the seemingly
perverted creature.

"Excuse me?! What do you think you're doing?!" Stephanie tried to bat Arianna away from her.

You have too much built-up sexual energy that must be released. If I don't liberate your vagina
soon, it will attract some unfriendly spirits that will harvest the energy in more painful ways.
Your vagina tries to signal you to release this energy, and if unsuccessful too many times, it will
signal to us lust fairies for assistance."

"What?!" Stephanie screamed as she shook her head.

"Look, your vagina has a defense mechanism which is triggered when your sexual arousal is too
high and not satisfied. I believe this is what you humans call being horny. If you continue to
ignore these signals you are at risk of attracting unfriendly spirits who will harvest your sexual
energy by force, be it demons or other dark entities. I believe your culture refers to these spirits
as incubuses. When your sexual energy begins to peak at this level, your vagina signals for help
and it's my job to liberate it." Arianna saluted Stephanie as a soldier would their commanding
officer.

"You can't be serious. Fairy or not! That is sick!" Stephanie screamed.

"Honey, I'm afraid I don't have any choice. If any demons were to be awakened by you, it would
be disastrous. It's for your own good." Arianna wore a devious smile as she tapped her foot on
Stephanie's bed.

"You speak of my vagina as if it has a mind of its own. What do you mean by it signaling to you
for assistance?" Stephanie continued to inch her way back in the bed with a look of surprise and
disgust in her eyes.

"I wouldn't say it has a mind of its own... well, at least not yet," Arianna smirked as she walked
seductively toward the innocent girl before her. "The best I can explain it is we lust fairies can
sense certain wavelengths of energy pulsating from within humans once they reach a certain
level of arousal. Arousal of this level for girls usually means a hot and tingly feeling and maybe
a little wetness in the panties, tee-hee. Most girls would resort to masturbation to relieve the
pressure, but there are some like yourself who have a bit of a prudish nature who refuse to touch
themselves for whatever reason. Sexual energy left unchecked like that is bait for the incubus
and it would be troublesome at best if they were to enter our world." Arianna pointed a finger at
Stephanie's crotch and a sparkly ball of light danced from her finger.
Stephanie jumped back, startled as the light swirled toward her. Her fuzzy pajama pants sailed
down to the floor on their own, followed by her pink panties doing the same. While she sat on
her bed, stunned by what happened, Arianna flew down to her exposed pussy. She took a deep
breath and blew inside Stephanie's nether lips and then flew back toward the window. Stephanie
quickly pulled her panties and pajama pants back on as Arianna began to leave out the window.

"Wait! What the hell did you do to me?" Stephanie yelled.

"You'll see, sweet thing. You'll enjoy it, I promise. My work here is done," Arianna giggled as
she disappeared out the window.

As Stephanie stood up to close the window she felt an unusual stirring between her legs and then
heard a high-pitched female voice that was not her own.

"Oh...my...god I feel amazing! I can move on my own, and I can talk!"

Stephanie shrieked as she fell to the floor.

"Damn, my counterpart sure is clumsy huh?" the voice giggled.

Stephanie tore off her fuzzy pants and panties and shrieked as she saw her shaven pussy lips
move like a mouth.

"Wha...wha...what the fuck?!" she screamed.

"Well, nice to meet you too," her vagina giggled. "We're going to have sooo much fun together;
just you wait." Her nether lips smiled as her breasts began to move under her shirt.

"Holy shit, they're alive too?" Stephanie exclaimed.

"Nah, don't be silly. They are a part of me. I can move them similar to the way you move your
hands. Take your shirt and bra off and I'll show you." Her pussy smiled even wider. She
reluctantly pulled her shirt off and looked down at her breasts. They wiggled underneath her bra
as if trying to break free.

"Come on, don't be shy. Take the bra off," her pussy said with a sultry voice.

Stephanie sighed as she unsnapped her bra and it fell to the floor. Immediately her right breast
waved like a hand.

"Hi," her pussy giggled.

Her nipples became erect and started rotating on their own accord. Stephanie gasped and grabbed
her breasts. She let go as they began to squirm under her hands and she just stood there in
stunned silence. There was nothing she could do. Her whole life she had been taught touching
herself was evil so she always tried to ignore the urge. Now, thanks to that weird fairy, she was
no longer in control of her most intimate parts and they were doing all the touching for her. Her
face went flush and she began to moan. She looked down as her nipples began rotating again and
then gasped as her breasts began to contract and rotate as if being played with by invisible hands.

"Mmm, from the way I'm salivating down here, I think someone's enjoying herself a little bit,"
her pussy taunted. "Come on, just a little touch? I know you want to ..."

The feeling of her nether lips moving as well as what felt like a new wet appendage moving
inside her while it talked was nearly enough on its own to send her over the edge.

"It's wrong...Please..." Stephanie pleaded under her breath.

"Look, honey, there is nothing wrong with feeling good. I'm not asking you to have sex with
some stranger. I just wanna cum, and I know deep down you want to too. Just sit back and relax.
Thanks to Arianna I can do this myself if need be." Her pussy puckered its lips as if blowing
Stephanie, a kiss. Then as if on cue, Stephanie squealed as she felt the wet appendage part her
nether lips. She looked down and sure enough, there was a tongue sticking out of her pussy and it
swirled around her labia as if her pussy was about to eat a tasty dinner. Stephanie involuntarily
bucked at the air at the sensation and let out a screech as her pussy's tongue found her clit.

"Mmm, this feels good. Now that I'm alive I feel everything that you feel. I can't believe you
withheld from touching me this entire time. This is about to get fucking amazing!" her pussy
exclaimed as the tongue returned to her clit with vigor. Stephanie's eyes rolled back in her head
as her pussy began to spasm. Her nipples continued to rotate in one direction while her breasts
rotated in another.

"Oh, fuck yeah!!" her pussy screamed as she came long and hard. Stephanie was in shock as she
never felt anything like it. She moaned and bucked at the air as her love juices ran down her legs.
Her orgasm subsided and she collapsed on the floor. Her pussy's tongue slurped the juices
around her labia and retracted back inside. "My god, that was amazing, did you like that? I know
I did," her pussy taunted with a sultry voice. Stephanie lay there, speechless and exhausted. She
gasped when her right breast jiggled on its own.

"Hey, honey, I asked you a question," her pussy giggled.

"Ye...yeah amazing, but ..." Stephanie stammered. Her nipples tweaked themselves a couple
times as her pussy lips formed a smile.

"But...Come on, you can tell me. We're life-long partners after all," her pussy taunted once more.

"I... I don't know. I'm still trying to take this in. I mean...How can you be alive? This...this is
impossible," Stephanie stammered.

"Well, obviously not, cause here I am, and I don't know about you but I'm ready for round two.
So, what do you say we drop the chit-chat?" her pussy giggled.
"Oh FU..." was all Stephanie got out when her pussy began to eagerly lick itself once again. Both
her breasts contracted as if she were being taken by a forceful lover.

"Oh fuck, I don't think I can take anymore!" Stephanie yelled as she threw her hand to her living
cunt.

"Oh yeah, now we're talking'," her pussy growled as it sucked in two of her fingers. Startled,
Stephanie tried to pull her hand away but her pussy would not let go.

"Damn it, what the hell?" Stephanie struggled. Her pussy moaned as it sucked her fingers harder.
The walls of her pussy contracted in such a way that as her fingers were sucked, they were
grinding up against her g-spot. Despite her protest, it felt amazing and she began to give in as her
orgasm began to build, this time slower but more powerful. She moaned and laid her head back
as her left breast began to nudge her left arm. As there was no point in protesting now, she gave
in and grabbed her left breast with her free hand and began massaging it. She then felt her right
breast jiggle and lift up. When she looked down, her nipple grazed her lips. "What the hell," she
thought as she began to lick her nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through her. A muffled
giggle was heard between her legs as she began sucking and licking her nipple, pushing her
closer to the edge.

As she reached the peak of her orgasm she began moving her fingers inside her aching sex,
massaging her g-spot even more. Her orgasm hit like a freight train and love juices spewed from
her cunt like a fire hydrant. Her hand was finally freed as both she and her living pussy screamed
in ecstasy. Determined to keep the orgasm going, her pussy's tongue slurped out and began
licking her clit again. "For god's sake, I can't take any more!" Stephanie screamed as she bucked
the air and then flipped over onto the floor. Her pussy giggled as it continued to lick her swollen
clit, bringing her to another painful orgasm. Once the last orgasm subsided, the tongue finally
stopped and her pussy giggled once again.

"Wha...what's so funny?" Stephanie muttered under her breath.

"Ha-ha, I made you touch yourself, you little sinner you, hehe

Two hours later

Stephanie woke on the floor and slowly began to rise. She turned her head to look at the clock,
which read 11:23pm.

"Shit...." she muttered as she slowly picked herself up off the floor. Once on her feet she yelped
as she felt a familiar stir between her legs.

"About time you woke up, haha. Did you have sweet dreams?" Her pussy taunted.

"Oh god....no no no no no", this can't be happening to me. I mean, I must be going crazy.
You....you can't be alive I mean it's impossible. It doesn't even make sense." Stephanie
stammered.
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing. I know you enjoyed yourself. Not bad for a first orgasm
huh?" Her pussy taunted yet again as she stumbled over to her bed.

"Yes....okay I admit it felt amazing I guess, but it's only a matter of time before I'm a lab
experiment." Stephanie said, feeling strange as she talked to her crotch.

"Honey I can be very discrete. It's not like I'm going to start talking to everyone you come
across. I don't want the attention either, but then again I can't promise I won't be a little naughty
here and there." Her pussy smirked as her right boob squeezed and her nipple tweaked itself.

Stephanie flinched and grabbed her right breast, which wiggled inside her hand.

"Hey....god this is so weird", Stephanie said.

"You know, as amazing as our masturbation session was I can't help but want to enhance the
experience even more." Her pussy smiled as a feeling of apprehension came over Stephanie.

"What the hell do you mean, enhance?" Stephanie reluctantly asked.

"I mean, I know there are toys for self-pleasure. I wonder what a vibrator feels like don't you? I
bet it's amazing!!!" Her pussy exclaimed.

"I'm not stepping foot into one of those shops. It's bad enough you are alive now and making me
do these naughty things. I'm not getting caught dead in there!!!!" Stephanie scolded.

"Are you sure?" Her pussy asked with a sultry voice while lapping her clit with its new tongue.

"Holy shit", Stephanie said under her breath as her knees buckled. Her breast slowly began to
rotate and squeeze as she dropped to one knee. Just as she was on the brink of orgasm everything
stopped.

"Just imagine, if I can do this what I could do with a vibrator. Don't you think it would be
amazing?", Her pussy smiled. Her labia massaged her clit just enough to keep Stephanie on the
brink.

"Oh fuuuuuck, pleeeeeease I can't" Stephanie pleaded as she pressed her palm against her
revolting vagina to no effect. "Ha ha, come on honey you know deep down you want it. Aren't
you the least bit curious?" Her pussy licked her hand and lapped her clit to tease her.

"I-I-I-I-I-I can't. As you know I'm a virgin. A toy like that would be painful. Also, what if Mom
found out?" Stephanie pleaded as she began to writhe under her pussy's teasing.

"Girl, your fears are misplaced. Arianna brought me to life to give you pleasure not pain.
Remember I feel everything you do. I'm not going to ask you to do anything that will hurt me. As
for Mom, she has no room to talk. She gave birth to us, didn't she? That means she had sex and
did dirty things at one time; plus, I think Arianna has some special fun in store for her as well."
Her pussy giggled.

Okay okay, fine. Just let me get dressed." Stephanie pleaded. Stephanie attempted to stand up but
nearly fell back over as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

"Oh fuck, oh......hey........pussy of mine you.......you have to stop licking yourself if you expect
me to walk." Stephanie stuttered as she squeezed her legs together under her to no avail.

"Mmmmm, so sorry I'm so worked up. Why don't we cum first." Her pussy seductively said as it
resumed licking itself inside and out.

"Ahhhhhhhh, fuck. Suuuuuure why not." Stephanie gave in and rolled back over. Her breast
began dancing and bobbing while her nipples tweaked and rotated on their own like before. This
time she kept her hands by her side and just laid her head back as her body pleasured itself
without her assistance. The more her nether tongue wiggled inside of her and lapped at her clit
the more she involuntarily bucked at the air. She balled up her fists and cried out in ecstasy as
orgasm after orgasm ripped through her. Finally, the licking stopped and she felt her pussy lips
form a grin.

"Damn, I just love being alive. Making us cum just feels soooooo amazing. Okay, okay, I'll be
nice and let you get dressed. After all I want my vibrating cock." Her pussy laughed.

Stephanie slowly stood back up and made her way to her closet. Her mind was racing. Part of her
was excited for how her life had suddenly taken a turn. On the other side of things, she was
raised to keep herself pure and now she is being coaxed to do all these naughty things by her
own living sex organ. Her vagina was turning her into a horny schoolgirl overnight and she
wasn't sure how she felt about it. She found a black lace bra and snapped it over her breasts. Her
breast then proceeded to bounce up and down a couple of times on their own as if playing with
the bra. She found a matching pair of panties and began to step into them.

"Actually, why don't we go commando tonight." Her pussy smiled.

"Absolutely not!" Stephanie shrieked as she continued to pull the panties around her waist.

"Oh, come on, it's a little stuffy down here and I can have a little more fun with you unrestricted.
I promised I'll be discrete." Her pussy said in a sultry voice.

Stephanie sighed as she slid the panties back off. She went through her clothes and picked out
some jeans and a pink, hello kitty tee-shirt.

"No jeans either honey. Without panties I'll chafe down here." Her pussy giggled. Stephanie
turned red as she knew where this was going. She reluctantly picked out a denim skirt instead.

"Ooo lala. That's cute." Her pussy snickered.

She found some white knee-high stockings and finished getting dressed. She started to the door
when she felt her breast moving against her bra under her shirt.

"Come on honey the breasts feel a little constrained, perhaps a tank top would be a little better?
Preferably low cut. I'll be a little more comfortable and we can show off the girls a little bit." Her
pussy giggled again.

"Are you serious? Everyone will think I'm a slut!!!!" Stephanie scolded.

"Honey, you're just showing some cleavage. Most of the girls in your classes do it." Her pussy
snickered again. Stephanie reluctantly took her shirt off and slipped on the tank top. Her breasts
pulled themselves up to exaggerate her cleavage.

"Hell yeah, that's much better. Let's go get my vibrator so that we can have more fun!" Her pussy
licked its lips, making her jump as she went toward her car.

"At least cut that out while I'm driving so you don't get us killed!" Stephanie exclaimed.

"I'll be good. For now, ......" Her pussy smirked.

THE END

OPPOSITE PLEASURE - Story

Passionate interracial sex story of a redhead

and her lover
Eve Jackson-Smith Gallery Images:87 Categories: Free Erotic Sex Stories, Written By Ladies,
Ebony, Interracial Love, Sexual Fantasy
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Did anyone else constantly see what I saw? Sat as I often was beneath the illuminated computer
screen at my desk, my eyes would naturally levitate towards the strikingly sexy male figure that
would regularly stride past. I was always acutely aware of exactly where he was, his presence I
found disarming and I tried to hide any sign of my constant interest. I never knew until now how
some men’s charisma could be so choking, have a way of leaving you feeling maddeningly
stupid and shy, but then my experience of men was pretty limited.

I wouldn’t say I was an unattractive girl, but somehow, I never quite caught the attention of boys
like some of my friends did. I often wondered if my frame was too petite, maybe even a little
boyish. This was partly due to my lack of breasts and non-existent cleavage, I never quite felt I
had the tools to tease.

I found myself regularly checking out the tall muscular frame of a certain person in the office,
admiring how his clothing offered an appealing hint of what lay beneath. I loved how his well-
tailored shirts would encase his torso in such a manner that I could see the shape of his defined
muscular arms, ah, stop it, I would often tell myself, but then other days I would let my thoughts
run away with themselves and imagined his arms encasing me. He certainly worked out, that I
could instantly tell, he had that strong muscular maleness I found so incredibly alluring.

For months when he spoke to me all I could manage was a rather choked hello, or a somewhat
plastic response to his often direct, albeit nice charming questions. Even answering him with just
a few pleasantries caused me to blush and fumble my words. Why did he have to be here at my
first most important position I had yet to have since leaving College. Over the weeks and months
since I joined this dynamic music production company Black Tone, I found myself not so much
caught up in the glamour of the industry, rather I became far too focused on the main man
himself, the incredibly sexy Mr. Anthony Gould.

I thought I needed to find another distraction in the office, I was becoming far too mesmerized
by him. What was it about this man? Was it a power thing? His being my boss did bring about a
certain degree of attraction, admittedly. His success was certainly up there too, his ability to
seem so in charge of the moment at any given time. Unlike myself, who could only be described
as a fairly new junior office worker. Although I thought I was good at my job, I couldn’t help
thinking I was excelling at being completely besotted by a man who happened to be my boss. A
little cliché, but there we have it. He was irresistible to me. There was one other thing too, that
probably featured more highly than I thought, his beautiful black skin. I had never been with a
black man before, actually never been with many men before excluding a few pathetic fumbles at
college. But with Antony, his dark skin just increased my sexual imagination of him and my
mind more than ever fantasied over being with him, his gorgeous darkness against my light
paleness.

I didn’t know what to expect when he asked me into his house that day. It was a clear fresh
spring day and I deliberately tried to dress in a casual, easy manner. Trying not to evoke any
previous embarrassing comments others had made that I was becoming somewhat besotted with
him. My camel color skinnies had been praised for their flattering style on a few occasions so I
felt they were the perfect solution.

It seemed as if he had noticed me far more in the office of late. It had even been noticed by
Janine, my 24-year-old office co-worker, whose job was to ensure a ready supply of coffee was
always on hand in his office, that more often than not I was included in meetings that really, I
had no reason to be in. I mean, it soon became obvious I wasn’t in the same league to offer help
yet there I was on hand at his request. There were a number of occasions where I felt he had been
over attentive to me, ensuring I had lunch delivered to my desk when I had seemingly forgotten
to bring anything to eat, rather than watch me fumbling in my drawer for spare change for the
sandwich boy. But I had to ensure I didn’t let those polite moments cause me to hope for much
more.

My mouth feeling as I stood before his house, I just hoped I wouldn’t embarrass myself. Opening
the door with his charismatic style I waited for a few seconds before venturing forth. Such a
beautiful home, he had certainly proved very successful in the music business and appeared to
enjoy surrounding himself with such fine elegance. As I walked in I am sure he must have heard
me catch a gasp of breath. Did he know the effect he had on me, did he mean to allow his body
to be so close to mine as we moved into the sitting room? His masculine scent was so beautifully
mixed with an expensive scent reminiscent of those often breezing through the likes of Harvey
Nichols.

As he showed me into the sitting room I couldn’t help but feel a different moment was taking
over and I was ready to let it. He smiled, turned and looked straight at my face, his dark eyes still
so warm and soft, I felt a touch of his hand and instantly knew that he held more than a passing
interest in me. “I’m so pleased you could make it, I so hoped you would come in person.” He
said quietly. “In fact, I had rather hoped for some time it would be just you in person.” Just those
few words made my pulse take an override, and all I could utter was a seemingly crass comment.
“Me too,” I said. Looking straight at him I began reading so much more into his look, I held onto
the moment until he uttered, “you’re joining the company has had such an impact on me, more
than you realize.”
That was what I was hoping to hear, he was aware of me, he hadn’t been blind all this time.
What made me do it I don’t know but somehow, I wasn’t up for chatting much, and we were in
too close contact for me to not lean forward enough so our faces could touch, but it was me who
grabbed the moment and I kissed his mouth.

There was no time lapse for me to question my actions as his mouth pressed hard against mine
and I felt the strength of his body moving away from the wall. I lost all sense of being and let
those months of sexual interest that had been brewing behind my desk show in full force. My
arms wrapped around his neck, I couldn’t get them to move fast enough around his torso, up and
down his chest, around down onto his sturdy hips. He, in turn, responded in equal measure
letting his hands move so seductively down my body. Instinctively I reached down and felt over
the bulge of his trousers, I wanted to devour his hard body, work my way over the tight black
skin of his chest, press my body against him with my arms wrapped around those unimaginably
tight buttocks. The quiet, shy demeanor was long gone, I let myself go and could feel the
thoughts that had been raging in my head explode upon him, and I was here, claiming him for
myself. I pulled him to me falling back onto the soft padding of the stool below bringing his
body to eye level. His hands travelled quickly too, gaging the speed I was after he rapidly began
unbuttoning his shirt. Loosening his belt and trousers and released more of his flesh, his beautiful
dark ebony skin. My crazed desire to release him so that I could see him out of all clothing, the
light falling in flattering tones just highlighted, even more, the contours of his muscular frame.
Wasting no time, I brought my mouth onto his cock desperate to taste and pleasure him, he
seemed like a god standing there before me, my eyes flitting from his face which shone down at
me to that of his hard, girthy cock, so solid and fuckable. I ran my mouth and tongue longingly
up his length, by doing so I felt the shimmers of raw energy raging through me.

My skinnies wrenched down around my ankles, I soon felt dominated by his moves, not mine.
He was skillfully ensuring my body was exposed and positioned for our pleasures. His
experience was evident when he turned me onto my knees with my white fleshy arise pushed
high up I felt the full power of his cock suddenly fill me. Oh, the pleasure was more than divine
and I arched my back in such ecstasy. He was a man who knew and understood passion and
pleasure and the two-working hand in hand. I felt the intense desire surging within me. I wanted
more and more and the pleasure to not stop. Arching my back and thrusting down to feel every
inch of that solid luscious cock powering its way into my pussy. I fell to my elbows moaning in
such pleasure. I had never felt sex could be so intense and needed. I wanted every inch of him
and rocked my body back and forth onto his. He took his time and care with his powerful moves,
pulling me up to kiss and eat my mouth. His kisses were meaningful and eager, they enveloped
my lips and he devoured my mouth. We moaned together both in equal measures.
Like putty in his hands, he knew to adjust my body and I found myself rolled to my side, legs
constrained he continued his pursuit of me my trousers holding my legs together I felt such
exquisite pleasure. The muscles within me began to burn with a growing sensation that was so
alien to me. An inner pulsing that was convulsing deeper and deeper, I didn’t know how much
more I could take but the thought of him not continuing was not worth considering.

I did not want to lose the feeling. Biting his skin, clenching his body, kissing any part of him I
could reach. I grabbed at his body wanting to bring him closer, he pummeled me arise to
perfection in a strong rhythmic motion, grinding his body with the power of those buttocks to
take me further.

Holding his face, we kissed like long lost lovers finding each other, I clasped at his neck
moaning, feeling the build-up reach a point of explosion. He was fucking me as I had never been
fucked before. Yet there was no let up to his actions. Lifting my leg, he ensured he got deeper
and deeper, our bodies even more entwined. I felt so powerless as he pulled my body into
positions he wanted, bearing down on me wrapping his strong arms and we fucked over and
over. The only sounds were our moans and his balls slapping onto me. I could take no more and
uttered in his ear “yes baby, ah come on yes baby”. With that, he pushed my legs so wide and
pounded into my swollen pussy. Even then there was no let up to the fervent kissing and as he
withdrew I saw the sign of his desire pump all over my body. His attention didn’t falter as he
held me tight just as we had fucked, his arms encasing my small frame and he showered his
kisses on me.
THE END
THE END

Dana gets fucked

Introduction: This story is for all my cheating wives.

Ha-ha It was a Thursday morning and I had taken off from work. I was sitting on my couch and
heard the neighbor’s front door shut. I peeped out my window and saw this fine brown-skinned,
petite, heavy chested, woman sitting on the steps, it was Dana. She appeared to be all alone today
because her husband’s car was not parked in front of the house. I figured this is my chance to get
closer to her seductive looking body. I like to work out so showing off my chest and biceps
would be my best approach. All of a sudden, I had a brilliant idea. Instead of walking out the
front door with my chest all exposed like I’m trying to show off, I went out the back door and
ran around the block like I just came from jogging. As I got closer to my front steps, Dana
looked at me and gave a friendly smile. Coming from jogging? Dana asked. Yes, I replied while
faking gasping for air. I like to run early in the morning when the weather is much cooler. She
paused for a second just looking at me and then she said I see. I looked deep into her eyes and
can see some curiosity going through her mind. I quickly asked her, so where is your husband?
He’s at work, she replied. Oh, I unsurprisingly said. I wanted to see where her head was at so I
said Well, being as though you are married, I hope I am not offending you by standing here with
no shirt on, sweating and what not Absolutely not! I don’t mind, she said with flirtatious eyes.
So, I said, I’m getting ready to go back inside and work out some more. She looked at me in
amazement and asked, do you have your gym inside your house? Yes, I replied. You are
welcome to check it out sometimes you know & help, I said with hope she says okay.
Surprisingly she said Yes! I would love to check it out I looked up and down the street to make
sure nobody was watching us enter my house. As she stepped through my front door, I couldn’t
help but to look at her round curvaceous booty. She had the kind of booty that if you smack it I
might smack you back! As she followed me to my basement, I turned around and said You look
nice today She blushed and said Thank you and so do you. I blushed back and we started to head
down the steps. She looked around and said with curiosity Very nice, so how much do you
bench? 230, I replied. I would like to see you do it she said with throbbing eyes. As I lay down
on the bench with my gym shorts on and started benching, I knew I was turning her on because
my massive dick was bulging. I heard her murmured Jesus. As I finish benching, I decided to
look deeply into her eyes and ask her Can you keep a secret? She replied Yes and asks me as
well, Can you? With a happy smile I replied, For sure! I started to not give a fuck and just flat
out said Damn you have a sexy body. She laughed and said back I can tell; your dick looks hard
as a rock. She started licking her bottom lip and making mmmm sounds. I said to her, my body is
aching, I can use a nice body massage. She replied, I only massage a man’s body if they are
nude. I smiled and started to take off my jogging pants and briefs really slow. Finally, I was nude
and my 9-inch dick was fully erect. She said Damn! and starting massaging it in her hands. Her
hands felt so warm and soft. I was wondering what she was going to do next. She pushed me
down on the bench and slowly dropped to her knees. With soft spoken words, she said I can’t
help it! and slammed my dick into her moist mouth. MMMM, I said as she went up and down on
my thick brown juicy dick. I started to grab her by the hair and thrust her head up and down on
my dick like there was no tomorrow. Before I could cumm, she pulled her lips away from my
dick and said I want to feel it. She started to take off her top and her succulent nipples were right
before my eyes. It was like my dream has come true. As she pulled down her pants, I started
stroking my dick and talking dirty to her. I can’t wait to slide my dick all up in that good pussy
of yours. I said. I started to look for a condom but it was too late, she was on top of me sliding
my dick inside her warm pussy. I started gripping up her soft booty and pulling her body close to
me. As she was riding me on the bench, her 36 DD titties kept smacking me in the face. I
couldn’t believe it. I felt like I was falling in love with some married pussy. She whispered into
my ear and asked, do you like it big boy? I replied, Hell yeah, I love some married pussy! She
started moaning louder and squeezing her pussy lips on me tighter. She said with force in her
voice My man doesn’t have a long thick dick like you, fuck me harder! I pulled her neck closer
to me and started licking her passionately from ear to neck. Her ass was feeling so soft in my
hands that I started to let my body go. Give me this pussy Dana I said with a loud command. She
started riding me faster and harder. Is this what you want, huh, is this what you want? she asked
me over and over again. I couldn’t get my words out, I was losing my breath from the good ass
pussy I was fucking. She looked me deeply into my eyes and said Give me that nutt! Her eyes
were so beautiful that I did exactly as she requested. A load of nutt started shooting up inside her
pussy and I said like a little bitch Damn I love you. She said back, you don’t love me, you love
my pussy, now give me that nutt! I couldn’t believe it, I was still cummin. After 30 seconds of
busting a nutt, she got off a top of me and said Damn, you were good! We both started laughing
and shaking our heads in shame. This was the best sex I ever had. I finally got to get with the
wife next door. END