My boss, Amanda, asked me to accompany her to a charity event. As I drive to pick her up, I consider the possibility of concluding the evening in her bed. She is quite attractive, but also at least twenty years older than my 32 years.
I pull up to her townhouse just as she is coming down the steps. She is dressed in a form fitting navy blue sheath that falls quite high on her shapely legs. The skirt is tight. She is holding the rail, as she negotiates the steps in her red, five inch pumps. I walk around and open the door of my Corvette. There is no modesty for a woman getting into my Corvette in a tight skirt. I get a clear look at her red lace panties. I peer down her low cut neckline at white pearls dangling in her ample cleavage. Amanda has large tits and they now hang a little lower and sway a little as she walks.
We arrive at the hotel and the valet gets the same treat as she exits the low slung car. I love my Corvette! She enters the ballroom before me. I see the silver zipper running from the top of her dress to her hem. The bright metal contrasting with the dark material accentuates her still very shapely ass. I see other men admiring it as well.
I'm athletically built and women find me attractive in a boyish way. I'm sitting at a table with two other couples as Amanda works the room. I sit across from a striking young woman seated with what I take to be her husband. Her left ring finger is well adorned with gold and a large diamond. He appears to be in his mid fifties with the obvious look of well groomed wealth. She can't be more than thirty.
He chats politely with the other couple about the market. She sits with an interested look on her face as she listens to her husband. She has shoulder length blond streaked hair, large brown eyes and full red lips. I can't take my eyes off of her. My eyes fall to the alabaster white mounds above her bodice. She wears a black lace strapless gown. The bodice does not constrain her breasts, but cups them like a chalice and pushes them up, exposing the alabaster flesh. The dress is very low cut. I imagine pink nipples barely hidden by the expensive dress.
I know her husband is watching me out of the corner of his eye, but I can't help myself. I have a raging hard on.
She catches me watching and appears to be neither embarrassed nor insulted. She simply offers a small smile, more with her large eyes than her full red lips.
As the orchestra begins a slow classic, her husband rises and leads her to the dance floor. No words are spoken. As she dances I see her curvaceous body. Her dress reaches just above her knees. Her shapely legs covered in sheer black hosiery. She has black heels on, at least six inches and a two inch platform. On the sexy heels she is almost as tall as her escort, who must reach 6'2".
I watch them dance and envy him as her fingers stroke his neck with sexy red manicured nails. As the song ends he wanders off, networking I guess, just as my boss Amanda is doing. She stays on the dance floor, standing alone. Beautiful women never seem to be awkward in such situations.
I walk across the dance floor aware that I have a visible bulge in my pants.
Without saying a word I take her right hand in my left and surround her waist with my right arm. As we begin moving to the music she places her left hand behind my neck. I tingle at her touch. Her expensive perfume intoxicates me. Her soft curls brush my cheek. I feel her breasts rise and fall against me. Her breath teases my ear.
"You're beautiful," I whisper. Her fingers slide down my neck.
She moves closer to me, pressing against my throbbing cock. "I like you too."
When the song ends I boldly lead her to the patio. "I'm Mark."
"Ell," she simply responds. Her voice is a lusty, slow Carolina drawl.
"I think your husband saw me flirting with you."
"He saw both of us," she says in her sexy drawl. "It feeds his male ego.'
"May I touch you?"
She doesn't respond, but does not pull away as my fingers trace her neck and shoulder.
"You like being touched by men." Again no response.
We move away from the other guests and find a secluded bench.
"I want to take your picture." I rise and take out my phone. Again she does not object, but poses as I stand above her. Her beautiful face appears on the viewfinder, along with her luxurious bosom. The camera stares down her dress and I see not her nipple, but the top of a dark brown aureole. The pink of my imagination was wrong, but I'm even more excited, a Latin beauty. I take several pictures as she poses, moving slightly revealing different views of her beautiful face and sexy body.
She surprises me. She uncrosses her long legs. Her knees stay together but her feet go forward and behind. She raises her skirt revealing her thigh hugging nylons and creamy thighs. I take more pictures as she adjusts her hosiery.
Her knees separate as she raises the skirt higher. I kneel and am treated to her thin magenta panties. She leans back lifting the skirt, encouraging me with sultry looks. I adjust the focus to close on her thinly covered vagina. Pubic hair is visible above her panties.
"I think this is not your first photo session."
"I've been in magazines."
"I love posing. I want men to desire me; to think of me when they please themselves."
"Does your husband know?"
"Yes. We have much more erotic images in our home for his guests to enjoy. He loves that men desire me. Our love making is always more intense when he thinks about other men watching me, touching, wanting me."
"Will you have sex tonight?"
"We'll make love tonight."
"Do you know what he will want?"
She smiles. "No, he'll let me know during foreplay."
"Do you ever choose?"
"He's my husband."
"I want to hear how you will make love."
"You're very forward!"
"Tell me about foreplay.""
"Well, as we ride home in the back of the Mercedes, he'll ask about my evening. How many men? How far did I let them go?"
"Yes. He'll get hard, like you are now."
"Will you tell him about me?"
"Even the pictures? This conversation?"
"I want every detail of your sex."
"Not sex, love making."
"Right, but I want the details, my dick is throbbing."
She brushes her hand on my hard cock, positions it and rubs her fingers along it.
"We'll begin making out in the car, but he won't dressing me until we are in the house. My dress won't make it to the second floor. He'll rip my panties off as we reach the bedroom."
"How do you react?"
"I like being treated roughly and stripped naked."
"More! Please." She rubs my cock again.
"I'll remove my heels. He undresses as I remove my stockings, slowly provoking him to attack me."
"Is he rough? Are you turned on?"
"He'll pull my wet vagina to his mouth and lick my clit."
"Is your pussy shaved?"
"Just the lips. You remember my pubes?" she teases.
"I do, very sexy, what's next?"
"Harry eats me. Nobody has ever sucked on my cunt like my husband. He consumes me. He'll cover my vagina with his mouth and slide his tongue in licking the walls of my canal."
"Touch me again." She opens my trousers. I feel her warm hand surround my cock..
"Then he will spread my legs wide and push his face inside me. If he wants anal his finger finds my rosebud and begins massaging. He'll lube his finger and slowly push into my anal canal, finger fucking my ass."
"Does it feel good?"
"Of course. Don't you like it when a woman puts her finger in your ass?"
'"Tell me about anal, most women don't like it."
"That's because their sex partner wants to push his cock all the way up. Harry understands a woman's anatomy and only pushes in about four inches before he begins stroking. Slowly at first, but then the pace quickens as I finger my clit."
"Do you cum?"
"Yes, when I feel him tense up and release his load in my ass."
"As he withdraws, I tighten my sphincter to squeeze his cum into my ass. I stay in that position as he rubs my belly. He thinks it moves his semen deeper into me. I'm not sure about that, but I love that he wants his seed so deep inside my body."
"Does it stay in you?"
"I sleep on my belly to keep it until the next morning. I enjoy his cum sliding out of my asshole and down my leg."
"Don't you shower after sex?"
"I never shower after my husband makes love to me."
"Tell me about oral." Her hand slowly massages my cock.
"He simply rolls on his back and I go down on him. I slide about four inches into my mouth and play with it for a while, then I slide down the other four inches as the head pushes into my throat. I push hard to get it as far into me as possible. I go back and forth across the base of his cock trying to get more of him deep into my throat. He likes when I slide all the way off and do it again. Each time I come up, more of my saliva follows."
"Some, Harry loves seeing me choke on his cock."
"Does he cum then?"
"No, I lick his smooth balls and trace my tongue from the sensitive low part of his ballsack to his asshole, circle it with my tongue, then I move back to his balls. I begin pushing my lubricated finger into his asshole. When it is fully inserted I explore his cavity. Then I return his dick to my mouth and push it deep into my throat. Then he cums, he really cums!"
"What do you mean?"
"Harry produces more semen then any man I've ever blown. He fills my throat. I swallow. He fills my mouth again. I can't swallow any more and it gushes from my lips. I pull his dick out of my mouth and he is still cumming. My face and my hair are covered. I love his cum! My first husband loved his cock being sucked, but he never covered me with semen the way Harry does."
"No shower again?" I ask.
"No, I fall asleep with his taste in my mouth and his sticky semen covering me. It's even in my nose, I love it."
"Damn, tell me about fucking!"
As she speaks I slide my hand up her thigh and my fingers begin massaging her pussy. I work into her wet flesh She releases some fluid onto my fingers. Her panties are soaked.
"I like fucking the best. Harry traces his tongue from my vagina to my lips, pausing to suck my nipples. His cock is big and even with my pussy soaked from being eaten, it takes some effort to get his big head in. He slowly pushes up, the head rubbing along the top of my canal hitting my G spot. He pulls out and goes in fully again, and again until I cry out to be fucked. Then he begins pumping into me, as I scream for more. He pulls his dick out and slaps it against my clit, and I squirt all over his dick and balls. He pushes back inside me. I wrap my legs around him. We fuck hard until he knows I'm about to cum. He knows exactly when to release his huge load into me."
"I want you!"
"He rolls off of me. I straddle his chest and lick the juice from his dick. I suck the semen out of his cock, filling my mouth again. I lick and suck until he is soft. Semen leaks from my cunt onto his chest. I push my kegel muscles. I want to cover him in his cum. I sleep snuggled into his cum smeared chest."
"I want to make love to you."
"I only make love with my husband."
"Will you let me to fuck you?"
My heart stops. "When?"
"I'll let you know when." Her hand squeezes the head of my throbbing cock, just as she stands to leave.
The party is breaking up. Ell walks away to find her husband. I suck her sweet juice from my fingers.
I find Amanda, who obviously has had a little too much to drink. When I open the door to the Corvette for her, she again must spread her legs. The panties are missing.
As I drive to her home, she lowers the seat back and passes out. When getting in the car, the hem of her dress caught on the seat back. Her dress is wrapped around her waist, well above her bare pussy. As she sleeps, I'm tempted to play with her, but she is my boss. She has a diamond stud piercing the hood of her clit. Her pink inner lips push through her smooth outer labia. I have a hard on again.
I also notice the winkles forming around her eyes and the slight sagging of her arms, an obvious contrast to Ell's smooth skin and taut limbs. Still, I want to fuck her.
As we drive I consider my options. If I make a move to have sex and she is offended, it could hurt me at work. On the other hand, if she is expecting sex and I don't make a move, that could be just as bad.
I wake her as we arrive at her home. I walk around to help her out of the car and up the steps to her house. As she fumbles in her purse for her keys, her panties fall out. I stoop to retrieve the soaked red thong. I hold it to my nose and inhale the sweet smell of her perfume mixed with her juices.
She is embarrassed. "I hope... I mean, you must have seen... the office..."
"Not to worry. Your VJ is very sexy." Only then do I hand her the wet panties.
She blushes. "I think I've had too much too drink." She steps inside. Crisis averted.
At home I upload the photos from my phone to my computer and network them to the TV in my bedroom.
I can almost see Ell's nipples in the low cut dress. I can almost see her pussy through the thin material, and remember the wet feel of her panties. I can almost fuck her. My lubricated hand strokes my hard dick.
I wash and return to my bed. I try to sleep, but now Amanda's moist red pussy fills my thoughts. I masturbate a second time before falling asleep.
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