Jayson Brenner.

At thirty-five years old Jayson Brenner is a frighteningly handsome specimen of masculinity, the kind where women stop and take notice. Standing an impressive 6’3”, with broad shoulders, chiseled features, athletic build, and dark hair. He had a seemingly permanent Bermuda tan and presented an irrefutable aura of confidence. Not as ripped as he was during college Lacrosse, but not far away from it, and as for matters below the waistline, he possesses the length and girth to relegate most of his friends, even some of the black friends, to the minor ranks.

He graduated summa cum laude from Yale Law School and has already moved from associate to junior partner at his law firm. Further, he has built a reputation as a formidable, impenetrable criminal defense attorney with an enviable success rate.

Jayson arrived in the office at 7.30am as usual. The office hum and buzz was beginning to greet the new day. At his desk, he put down his briefcase, flicked on his desktop, then sank into the soft leather of his desk chair. His one kryptonite called for him, slow-roasted Arabica and Robusta coffee in a 70/30 blend, moderately ground, sourced and prepared by his favourite barista. He closed his eyes as he savored the taste and hoped his e-mail list wasn’t too long. He opened one eye …. thirty seven new messages.

It was just after 8.30 when Jennifer Conlon, Jayson’s secretary made her appearance. She was around the same age as Jayson. Deeply rooted in conservative values, she was widowed three years ago after her husband got drunk and drove his Tahoe into a tree at seventy mph. Jayson felt some responsibility for this as he defended him on a DUI charge and had it dismissed. It turned out to be only two weeks before he slammed into the eucalypt that ended his drink-driving problem. Jennifer administered her husband’s construction business for a while after his death before selling control. Jayson took her on as his secretary - personal assistant.

“Good morning Mr. Brenner,” Jennifer said brightly.

Jayson peered above his screen, “Jen, how many times have I said you can call me Jayson and leave the formality for the clients?”

Jennifer looked at him, her right eyebrow cocked.

“And yes, good morning, Mrs. Conlon.”

“Much better. Now are you ready to go through your diary for today?”

“Yeah, let’s see what horrors await.”

The next twenty minutes were occupied with mundane tasks. Mostly administrative and swiftly dealt with. A welcome relief for a Friday morning. Diary session was winding down when Jennifer mentioned two items.

“I’ve cleared your diary for the next two weeks as you have Naval Reserve duty, then your golf trip, and I’ve booked a table for two for you for seven tonight at Romano’s.”

Jayson looked at her blankly.

“Oh, for goodness’ sake,” Jennifer exclaimed, “you’re no different to my boys. If your head wasn’t screwed on, you’d lose it. For Isla’s birthday.”

Panic welled in Jayson’s chest. Isla is his wife.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, shit, fuck, fu…..”

Jayson stopped mid curse for two reasons. One, the look of utter disdain on Jennifer’s face would stop stampeding Bison in their tracks, and two, because of the gift-wrapped box in her hand.

Before he could ask, Jennifer continued, “An Angara freshwater cultured Pearl Necklace with matching hook ear-rings. Oh, and here’s the receipt.”

“Jen, you have gone above and beyond. Above and beyond. Thank you so much.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jennifer chided, “You are salt of the earth, your blood’s worth bottling, you’re an angel from heaven, yada, yada, yada. Just make sure you pay me back. I don’t earn the same money as you do.”

“Of course I will. I’ll do it right now,” as Jayson opened his bank’s website, “but just for clarity, isn’t that your Porsche parked next to my car?”

“Yes, it is.” Jennifer then turned and walked to her desk. A smile formed on Jayson’s face.

Jayson made sure he was out of the office before his usual 5.30pm, giving himself plenty of time to prepare for dinner. As he drove, his mind focused on his wife of ten years.

Isla Moncrief

Isla was wide awake and could hear Jayson preparing for work. He appeared at the bedroom door but Isla pretended she was asleep. He did not approach. He knew better. As soon as the front door clicked shut, she reached for her phone and began typing.

He’s gone. I’m going to the gym then I’ll need servicing badly. It is my birthday after all. If you want to give me a gift tie a bow around your cock!

Three hours later, Isla was coming towards the end of her workout. Sweat pouring from her toned, lycra-clad body. Her D-cup breasts heaving with every breath, nipples firm and announcing their presence, beads of sweat silently joining then rolling down her cleavage. Similarly, sweat rolling down her spine caught by her orange three-quarter shorts now displaying a wet patch perfectly in line with her ass crack. Her pussy, well, that was always wet but now mixed with sweat and the faintest of lines starting to appear. Returning the kettlebells to their carrier, she made her way to the stepper for a combined ass workout and warm-down. Conveniently, all the steppers faced inwards, another reason why she chose it. She had her eye on a new guy in the gym.

Daniel was new to the area, having moved here from out of state. He caught Isla’s eye the moment he walked in, and he certainly noticed her. During each other’s workout, they shared glances and even smiled. Daniel felt his groin stir.

Isla was working the stepper when Daniel approached. He looked at the control panel and looked at Isla. She was taken by his bright blue eyes and rugged features.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said apologetically, “but what are you doing?”

Isla saw an opportunity, “I’m baking a cake, isn’t it obvious?” she smiled.

“Chocolate?” Daniel said, laughing.

Isla laughed at his comeback. His smile lit his face. He was very handsome. Male model handsome and well-toned. Isla’s pussy came to life.

“I mean, are you shaping or toning your ass?” he asked.

Isla stopped her workout, dismounted the stepper, and turned her back to Daniel,

“You tell me,” she said, “what do I need, shaping or toning?”

As she did so, she looked back at him, flicking her ponytail over her shoulder, and pulled her shorts up to enhance her ass.

“Your ass is shaped perfectly. Like a ripe Georgia Peach,” he said, “increase the resistance and work on tone, other than that, you’re perfect!”

“Thank you so much for your advice,” Isla said with a wide smile, twirling her ponytail with her fingers, “I’ve put a lot of effort into this body. I’m glad it’s appreciated.”

“Very much so,” he replied, “By the way, I’m Daniel,” offering Isla his hand.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Isla. Are you new here?” Isla asked.

“Yes,” came the reply, “I’m the area manager, and this gym has been underperforming. I’ve taken over management to build it up again.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed the crowd slowly decreasing and the broken equipment. Even the steam room has been offline for weeks,” Said Isla.

“I’ve had the steam room repaired, and it’s ready to go. I was just about to try it out. Would you like to try it and give me your thoughts?”

“Yes, please!” Isla said excitedly, “I love to steam after a workout.” 

Isla had changed into her bikini and walked into the steam room to find Daniel already there, wearing just a towel.

“Hello again,” Daniel said.

“Wow! I’ve never seen so much steam in this steam room. This is way better.” Isla exclaimed as she sat next to Daniel, “Is this now a clothing-optional steam room?”

“Yes and no,” he answered, “I normally steam after closing and I always steam nude.”

“I see,” said Isla as she stood and removed her bikini, “I’m game.”

She sat on the plastic seats, her breasts full, nipples hard, sweat and steam made her body glisten. Her back was arched, her legs spread and ready to be taken. She turned and looked at Daniel. He was stunned.

“Lose the towel. Show me what you’ve got,” Isla commanded.

He stood and did just that. His abs were a perfect six pack, firm pecs, and features. His cock was a good ten-inches, circumcised and just a small ‘V’ of pubic hair starting at the base of his cock. She smiled as she grabbed hold and admired its firmness.

“This is quite the specimen,” she said as she stroked him slowly, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Isla leaned forward and licked the top of his cock. She could taste his sweet precum. He moaned on her touch and waited for more as he ran his fingers all over Isla, wanting to touch as much of her as he could. Her sweat-speckled skin reacting to his every move. Then, mouth wide open, she hungrily ate his massive cock, relishing the way it pulsed in her mouth, feeling the weight of his balls and listening to Daniel moan with pleasure.

"Oh god," he exclaimed. His heart racing. His breath short. His head tilted back to the sky.

Daniel’s hands went to the back of Isla’s head, and he began to pump his hips in rhythm to Isla’s cock sucking. Isla loved it as she was getting just a little bit more of his cock than she otherwise would. She wanted as much of his cock as she could get and began relaxing her throat. Soon, it worked, and she pushed his cock deeper into her throat. Isla was being face fucked.

"Good God Isla. You suck my cock so well. Take it all, do it now," Daniel gasped.

Isla felt his cock pulse in her throat and heard his moans of pleasure. Should she make him cum down her throat or deep in her pussy? She released his tool. She wasn’t going to let him cum too soon. She stood and moved to the top tier seating, spread her legs wide, and grabbed Daniel’s head and kissed him deeply. Her tongue swirling with his. Daniel reached down and immediately found Isla’s clit, She yelped in delight, eyes closed and mouth wide open.

She looked deep into Daniel’s gorgeous brown eyes, and kissed him with a fiery passion

“God, I need to be fucked hard and fast,” she said, “but you need to taste mama first.”

Daniel kissed the inside of her silky thighs and started running his fingers over Isla’s body. Barely touching her with his fingertips. The sensation sent a chill through Isla despite the heat and steam that swirled around them. Isla was in another dimension. She felt things she never had before. She was on fire, and her fire needed to be quenched. Quenched by a good fucking and all the cum she could get. Isla could feel Daniel’s breath on her pussy.

"Yes. God yes. I am yours, Daniel. Take me."

Daniel plunged his tongue deep into Isla’s pussy. She responded immediately. Her back arched, her head back, eyes closed, and mouth open, her hands grabbing her breasts as her breath quickened. Pure bliss. Daniel licked Isla’s pussy, savoring her taste. Alternating from a rapid tongue fucking to a flicking of her clit to a licking of the whole length of her labia. She tasted so good, he thought. So hot, so wet, so ....... perfect. His cock was as hard as granite, and his balls full. He could feel Isla squirm at his touch. She was not far off, and he was going to make her cum before he fucked her.

Isla entered a plane of ecstasy she didn't know existed. Here was a man she met only thirty minutes ago, with the body of a Roman God, the face of a model, and the cock of a Porn star.

The Vesuvius within Isla was quickly building to its zenith. So much heat, so intense and so quickly. She tried to hold back but couldn't. She wanted just a little bit more and ground her pussy into Daniel’s face.

Daniel could feel Isla was close. He tongued her clit and slid two fingers into her pussy, and pressed his thumb against her asshole. Her pussy closed around his digits, and he began a slow fingering when her sphincter released, allowing his thumb in,

"Fuck my ass," he heard Isla say, "Fuck my ass," Isla screamed.

Then, with a speed and intensity that surprised her, she erupted. Her orgasm was nuclear, earth-shattering, biblical. It didn't come from her heart, no, this one was born in her soul. She bucked and screamed and rode every twisting convulsion and spasm her body mustered. Juices squirting from her pussy. She found her bronco but she didn't just want her eight seconds, she wanted the whole rodeo. It was heavenly.

"Oh, fuck my god. Oh yesssss. Fuck me. So good. So fucking good. Fuuuck!"

Isla’s breath was rapid, her eyes closed, and her mouth open. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, and her asshole around his thumb. With the convulsions came the squirting. Pussy juices were shooting Daniel in the face. He jerked at the first, but opened his mouth and took in the second, third and fourth like a man in a desert. He rested his tongue on her clit. It was still throbbing and pulsing. She tasted so sweet. He couldn't get enough.

Basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, Isla collapsed onto the top bench, Daniel shimmied up next to her, fingers on her clit, and kissed her gently. His cock was so hard it hurt. He needed his release. Isla was a goddess, and Daniel kissed her with a passion of long-time lovers, and she responded in kind. Their tongues mashing and twisting in a dance of lust. Jonathan ran his fingers all over Isla's body, not to draw her closer, but barely touching, to send her senses into overdrive.

Isla responded immediately, "Oh God, you know which buttons to push. I am on fire. You need to fuck me. Fuck me now, Daniel. Fuck me now."

Now he did the same to her front as he did to her back. Running his fingers up and down her body. Barely touching her skin. He watched as she squirmed and moaned under his touch. Goosebumps danced across her skin and her pussy. Her pussy was alive. Swollen and hot. Pussy juices were flowing freely from Isla's folds. Waiting to be probed. Needing to be fucked.

Isla kept her legs spread wide. He put his mouth over her right nipple and felt it stiffen with the touch of his tongue. Isla let out a slow moan. She wasn't done with him yet. He motioned his way over Isla as she slid under him. Isla reached down and grabbed his cock. It was so unbelievably hard. She couldn't wait to be impaled on his monster cock. She teased him by running it up and down her soaked pussy.

"It's true what girls say. A hard man is good to find," Isla said wickedly.

She looked into Daniel’s eyes, "Fuck me hard. Fuck me fast. Then fuck me again."

On cue, he pushed forward plunging balls deep in one mighty thrust deep into Isla's pussy. She screamed, not expecting to get it all at once, but also glad that he did. Daniel held it there for a second, nudging her cervix before he started a rhythmical pumping. Looking down to see how Isla pussy lips had stretched to take in his entire cock. Isla arched her back and pushed her pussy forward.

Isla exclaimed, "This is so good, so fucking good. Fuck me, kill me with your cock."

Daniel continued pumping. Drawing back further and thrusting forward harder with each stroke, his balls slapping her ass. Watching Isla reaching ecstasy with each thrust, her breasts swaying back and forth in perfect rhythm, and her head swinging from side to side.

"You're getting fucked Isla. You're getting fucked long and hard," Daniel panted.

"Yes, oh God yes! Fuck me. Give me all your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME," she screamed.

"Do you like being fucked, Isla? Do you like cock? How much do you like cock?" asked Daniel.

"I love cock. I love your cock. Fuck me, Daniel. Fill me with your cum."

The heat was building again in Isla’s soul. She put her ankles on Daniel’s ass, pulling him down deeper into her with every thrust. Her second orgasm came quickly but no less intense. Isla bucked again with each convulsion. Juices washing over Daniel's cock. Isla took hold of Daniel and kissed him deeply,

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me,” she whispered.

Daniel picked up the pace. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. His hips were thrusting forward like a steam train.

"Ohh, Goooddd," Isla exclaimed as once again she bucked and convulsed with a third rapid-fire orgasm. Daniel felt her pussy again tighten around his mighty shaft, and his balls were soaked in Isla's squirting pussy juice.

It was all too much for him, and with one final plunge, he shot his load deep into Isla. She felt his cum squirt deep in her. Ropes and ropes of hot sticky man seed filling her. She crossed her legs around Daniel, preventing his escape. She wanted it all. She wanted every drop.

Daniel collapsed onto Isla, and she held him in a warm embrace. She imagined his cum swirling inside her. His cock was still deep, but now slowly softening. She was smiling. Spent and gratified with the warm feeling she had deep in her belly. Daniel continued shooting his seed deep into Isla. Every convulsion was bringing more of his love juice into her cum starved pussy.

They laid there as one in each other's arms. Daniel’s cock was still in Isla, but much of its size was gone. He withdrew with a slight 'pop' and instantly Isla’s overfilled pussy was seeping hot sticky cum. She reached down and collected some on her finger, bringing it to her lips and savouring its sweetness.

Daniel watched as she did this, "Next time I’ll give you a bigger sample,” he said.

Isla’s eyes widened, and smiled.

Thirty minutes later, Isla slipped behind the wheel of her car, satisfied. She had to hurry home, she was expecting guests.

“Happy Birthday to me!” she said to herself happily.

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