Streetwalker
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II.
Gradually her desperate motions slowed, but I kept working on her until at last she lay still. I looked at her face, flushed and pretty. She looked back at me and smiled.
‘That was awesome, but what about you?’ she asked.
‘That was just the appetizer.’ I licked my lips. ‘Unless you want to quit.’
‘Oh, no!’ she said. ‘I want to feel you in me!’
‘I’m glad,’ I said. ‘I’m not sure what I’d have done if you said you wanted to go home.’
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She was glad she’d pleased him. She was surprised to discover pleasing him made her feel good. If someone had told her earlier in the evening that she’d be worried about pleasing a man whose name she didn’t know, she’d have told them they were crazy. But that was exactly what happened.
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I stood up, shed my clothes, and laid next to her on the bed. She looked at my erection, then grasped it in her slim, warm hand. It was so hard! And hot! It was throbbing, too! Her touch sent a wild rush of pleasure up my spine.
‘Be careful,’ I said, my voice strained. ‘It’s liable to go off!’
‘Oh! You will, huh?’ she giggled. ‘What’s the matter? No control?’
‘If you had any idea how badly I’ve wanted you, and how many times I’ve…Ah!…dreamed about…Ah! making love to you, you’d understand.’
‘You…you really have?’ she asked. ‘You’ve dreamed about making love to me?’
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She was surprised and elated by his admission. She’d seen his wife and knew how pretty she was. That he wanted her was very exciting!
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‘I want this in me!’ she said and tugged on me.
I didn’t need any further encouragement. I rolled atop her, my bulk pushing her against the bed, my hard shaft sliding between her legs. I raised my hips, reached between us, and guided the head of my straining cock to her moist opening. I pushed and felt my cock begin to slip into her tight, hot, wet opening.
‘You’re so tight!’ I said.
‘So big!’ she moaned, ‘Feels like you’re splitting me open! It feels so good! Oh God, does it feel good!’
Sensations billowed through me as my shaft was engulfed in her snug sheath. I was making love to her! My dream had come true! Fully embedded in her, I stopped and savored the delight that rippled through my body from our connection. Being in her was unlike anything I had ever experienced! ‘I’m afraid if I move, I’ll come,’ I exclaimed, and stayed still a bit longer, my cock pressed deep inside her. I savored the exquisite grip of her vagina on my cock for as long as I could. Then, slowly I began to move, to thrust into her. I knew I couldn’t wait long. Just being in her and not moving had brought me very close to coming.
‘Oh! That’s so good!’ she moaned. ‘I-I didn’t think anything could be better than what I just had, but this is! Oh, God! Yes!’
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She locked her legs around him and thrust against him feverishly seeking the release she knew would soon come. He was, without question, the best lover she’d ever had. She’d never felt like this before.
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‘Wow!’ I cried out suddenly, ‘Oh, Wow! Oh, my God!’ Urgent pulses rippled through me and tingles of release coursed madly from my toes to the roots of my hair as I exploded powerfully, pumping gob after gob of hot cream into her.
‘You-you’re coming! I-I can feel it! Oh…Oh, God! It feels so good!’ she cried as my torrid sauce splattered into her. ‘Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh! Oh! My God! My God! My Godd!’ Her body bucked against mine with surprising strength. Finally her movements slowed and she laid still.
Our joining finished, we lay in each other’s arms, basking in the warmth of our wonderful shared experience.
‘I’ve never felt like this!’ she whispered. ‘I…I had no idea one person could make another feel that good!’
I kissed her on the forehead. ‘I’m glad I could be of service.’ Was I ever!
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She recalled something he’d said earlier, pushed herself up on an elbow, and looked down at him. He caressed one pert breast, making her shudder with the thrill.
‘Did you really have, you know, fantasies about me?’ she asked.
His hand was making her crazy again! She’d never dreamed a guy could make her feel the way he did. Coming home with him was the best thing she’d ever done! She shuddered and more thrills went through her as his hand kept exploring her body.
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‘All the time,’ I replied. ‘Why do you think I keep coming in to rent videos? It sure isn’t for the selection.’
‘But you’re married!’ she exclaimed. ‘And your wife’s so pretty!’
‘I love my wife,’ I said. ‘I am very happily married. That has nothing to do with wanting you.’
‘I don’t understand,’ she said.
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She couldn’t believe it! His insistent manipulation of her breast had the fires of need burning deep inside her again! Nobody ever turned her on the way this guy could! Christ! He never seemed to stop wanting sex! And she didn’t either, it seemed!
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‘I like you,’ I continued, ‘maybe I even love you a little. I certainly do like making love with you. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced anything like it. But I’m not in love with you.’
‘Oh,’ she said. ‘I think I understand, sort of.’
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Actually, all she understood was that his toying with her nipples had her vibrating with need again! She reached between them and was surprised to find he was hard.
‘You’re hard!’ she exclaimed.
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‘Ah, you seem to have that, uh, effect on me,’ I replied. ‘Question is, what are you going to do about the condition you have me in?’
‘I have you…?’ She gave my erection a squeeze. ‘You haven’t exactly left me calm, cool, and collected, you know!’
‘Oh?’ I said. I rolled atop her and began suckling her nipples, which had again grown to rigid points.
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She decided not to talk any more. Actually, she couldn’t. What he was doing to her felt so good it had robbed her of the ability to talk! As he sucked her rigid nipples, one of his hands slid between her legs and his fingers began to explore her sopping wet vagina. Soon she was writhing and bucking with pleasure once again.
‘I-I’m ready again!’ she said urgently. ‘Please! Don’t make me come without you!’
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‘I wouldn’t think of it.’ I rolled onto my back, pulling her atop me. ‘Your turn,’ I said. ‘I fucked you last time. This time, you fuck me!’
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His rigid shaft was between them, the length of it pressing against her belly. She kissed him, then she raised her hips, freeing the fleshy shaft. As it stood up, the tip slid down her belly and between her slim legs, slapping delectably against her vaginal lips. She reached between them, held it steady, then lowered herself on it, thrilled as it slid into her, opening her, stretching her, filling her.
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‘Oh God!’ she murmured, ‘I-I think you’re in me farther than you were last time!’
‘Complaining?’ I asked.
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She started rocking her hips and felt the hard, fleshy invader stir her insides delightfully. She couldn’t get over it. Everything they did felt so damn wonderful!
‘My God! Oh no! Oh no!’ she exclaimed. ‘No way am I complaining! No way!’
Once more stupendous feelings boiled up, thrilling her, pleasing her. She sat up, then experienced added thrills as his hands cupped her petite breasts and his thumbs struck sparks of excitement from her rigid nipples. Faster and faster she moved, her hips rocking, raising, and lowering. Each thrust, each movement brought new heights of rapture. Then she felt it beginning once again! She was going to come! She was coming!
‘Oh! Yes! Again! Oh! Again!’ she cried, ‘Oh! Again! Yes! Yes! Oh! Yes! Yes! Oh, God! Oh, God!’
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She rode me while I gripped her breasts
. Then my body rose off the bed as my orgasm boiled up inside me. Once again, I erupted into her.
‘Unnhh! Unnhh!’ I groaned as my hot juice gushed into her.
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Exhausted, more satisfied than she’d ever been, she collapsed on top of him and lay there, his arms wrapped around her.
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Before we realized it, we dozed off. The night passed, but neither of us was aware of it.
III.
I woke up the next morning, pleased, to find her still in my bed. I kissed her softly. ‘Wake up, sleepyhead!’ I whispered. ‘Morning is here.’
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She started awake and sat up. At first she was scared because she didn’t know where she was or who the man lying next to her was. Then she remembered. ‘My God! We spent the whole night together!’ she thought.
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‘Will you be in trouble?’ I asked.
She shook her head. ‘No, there won’t be any trouble.’ She lay down and stretched luxuriously. ‘Oh! God! Last night was incredible! I had no idea it was possible to be that satisfied!’
‘Glad you liked it,’ I said. I drank in the way her body moved as she stretched. It woke me up all over!
‘I didn’t just like it, I loved it!’ she said and rolled on her side facing me, pressing her body against mine. She looked at me, her eyes wide. ‘My God! You’re hard again!’ she exclaimed.
‘You bring out the beast in me,’ I said. That was for sure. I’ve never been much for making love in the morning. Right then I was as ready to make love with her as I’ve ever been.
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She was surprised. Other men she’d slept with had wanted her, but not like this guy! He wanted her all the time! She was thrilled! His penis – erect and hard – was jammed between her legs, the tip brushing the soft lips of her already-quaking love-cave.
‘Then you must bring out the beast in me, too!’ she said. ‘Because I’m turned on, too.’
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I felt her quiver as my hands slid up and down her back, played with her ass, and thrilled her.
She began to rock her hips a little, rubbing her cunt against the shaft of my cock. It might not have been fucking, but it felt pretty damn good just the same!
‘Don’t make me wait!’ she urged softly. ‘I want you again! I-I need you again!’
‘I won’t.’ I rolled on top of her, raised my hips and the blood-engorged tip of my rod slid between her silken lips. I pressed downward and felt her exquisite warmth engulf me as I drove into her. Hilted all the way, I raised myself up on my arms, keeping my hips pressed against her.
‘Oh! Yes!’ she murmured. ‘I can’t get enough of you!’
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Her body shook from the force of his thrusts, and she loved it! She couldn’t believe how good he made her feel! Sensations shot through her, bubbling and boiling, superb feelings, growing and spreading.
‘God! You make me feel so good!’ she sighed, locking her legs behind him.
Suddenly, it was happening again!
‘Yes! Yes! Oh, yes!’ she groaned. Her legs clamped around him even tighter and her hips thrust against him urgently. ‘Good! Oh! Good! Yes! Yes! Oh! Ohh! Ohhh!’
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‘Me, too!’ I groaned and felt my hot fluids spew into my young lover’s lithe body.
‘Yes! Yes!’ she moaned, ‘Give it to me! Give it to me!’
Once again spent, we lay in each other’s arms.
She kissed me softly. ‘I really should get going,’ she said. ‘I hate to, but I really should.’
‘All right,’ I said. ‘I guess I don’t have to tell you I’m sorry you have to go.’
We got up, got cleaned up, and I surprised her by making breakfast for us.
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She hated the idea of leaving, but there were things she had to do and her folks would get upset if she didn’t show up sooner or later.
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I drove her back to her car.
‘How long will your wife be away?’ she asked as we drove down the highway.
‘Until late Sunday.’
‘Ah…if I…ah…want a cup of coffee after work tonight…’
‘There’ll be a pot on.’ I looked at her and smiled.
She put her hand on my leg, and smiled at me. ‘How early do you put the coffee on?’ she asked.
I looked at her. ‘Why?’ I asked.
‘Well, after I let my folks know I’m alive and well, I have three or four hours before I have to go to work,’ she said, smiling.
‘I’ll put the coffee on the minute I get home,’ I told her.
She flashed a beautiful smile at me. ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can,’ she said.
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Fresh out of high school, at the ripe old age of eighteen, I remember hurrying down the local town parade route immediately after the holiday parade. The mayor had decreed that the street, all six blocks of it, would be officially known as HALLOWEEN STREET for the twenty-four-hour duration. I was headed for the biggest, well only, costume shop in town. My new girlfriend insisted I find some racy outfit since she found my Tarzan mockup unacceptable. When she showed me her costume was my old...
DREAM GIRL Occasionally a man finds a girl especially attractive for some reason. I’m not talking about a movie star or centerfold, I mean a real girl, one he sees in a store or on the street. Maybe he even gets to talk with her and manages to strike up an acquaintance. What would happen if his fantasies get out of control and he begins to feel he’d sell his soul for just one night with his dream girl. Maybe he becomes a little obsessed with her and goes so far as to find out all he can about...
VICE IS NICE, BUT… Ronni Thomas and her brother, Al, Jr., live on Pleasant Street, a few doors down from my house, on the corner. They’re typical American teen-agers, from a typical American family. They’re both good-looking and filled with the awakening sexuality of youth, and both of them are probably experimenting with the pleasure sex can give. I talked to their father a while back and he told me he and his wife would be going away for a couple of weeks, to some sort of convention. That...
FRIENDS AND LOVERS The ultimate betrayal occurs when a person sleeps with their best friend’s mate. Or does it? After all, what if they’re attracted to each other and find themselves thrown together unexpectedly. It isn’t as if they’re planning to run off with each other. Maybe what they’re doing will result in more pleasure for everybody involved. Ron and Linda live on Pleasant Street. Lynette, Linda’s best friend from college, is staying with them for a while so she can get over a very...
Chapter 6: Marya Stops By As I said at the beginning of this collection of stories, I’m a writer and I live on Pleasant Street. Something happened the other day when my wife was away, something I never in my whole life dreamed would happen. An attractive woman named Ann Truro lives just down the block from me. I admit I’ve had more than one sexual fantasy about her, but I’ve never let Ann, or anyone else, know how I feel. Ann has a daughter, Marya, who, although she’s still young, is every...
‘I’LL TAKE THE SITTER HOME, DEAR’ Larry and Monica Tilton, who live three doors down on the East side of Pleasant Street, have been married for about eight years and have a couple of wonderful kids. Larry Tilton has been a faithful husband. He’s never cheated on his wife, but he has done his share of teasing at the parties they attend. And I’m sure he’s harbored fantasies about a few of their women friends, but I’m also pretty certain he never acted on those impulses. Monica is a good wife...
Hi everyone! This is Vatsal back again. I am really glad about the response and love you gave to my writing. I am back with a new experience about a pleasant surprise that I received. I got a mail from a reader appreciating my work. Her name is Manali. She is really a sweet woman and was happy to read my story. We started talking on Hangout. It was nice talking with her, and we were talking daily. She used to enjoy my description for her and always wanted to keep her face as a secret. She was...
Hi friends I am regular reader of ISS since fr 1year after reading this stories decided to express my story which happened in my engg college days me Ravi kumar from Hyderabad age 24 working in MNC About Shanthi aunty she was very sexy age 30 Shanthi aunty, my mother’s brother wife , on return from pune , purchased a flat in our apartment complex and moved in there. He husband, Arun uncle was transferred to Delhi and he had to constantly travel and aunty thought that she may move over to our...
Pleasant Valley Saturday At about 11:00 on a warm Saturday morning in early August, Jack Brady opened his front door and stepped out. Jack, a good-looking man in his late forties, was married to Susan. It was just the two of them in the household, as their two adult daughters now lived elsewhere. Jack began walking with a purposeful stride towards the house of his neighbors, the Greens. The Green family consisted of Pete, Adrian, and Tommy. Pete and Adrian were also in their...
I’m an imaginative girl, but what with teaching and the extra exams I’ve decided to mark I simply haven’t the time to enjoy owning my new slave as much as I should. I must admit that while I’m in the middle of a lesson and I recall his face as I last kicked his balls or made him drink a cup full of my spit I start to giggle and the kids always ask me what I’m laughing at. It’s good for them to know that their teacher is a bubbly young woman of 26 who enjoys life. Let’s just hope they never...
I bought a house a few years ago in what was a predominantly older neighborhood with a few exceptions. One of those exceptions lives right across the street from me. Her name is Gloria and she has two kids. One is a young teenager and the other, a few years younger than that. Since I moved in in the middle of January, I really didn’t meet anybody for the first few months I lived there. Everybody was hibernating for the winter, I included.Well, when spring came around, I started meeting a few of...
MILFAt just 18, I found myself working my ass off just to make it on my own. I had a full time minimum paying job and a part-time job that paid a little more. My girlfriend had moved out just two months into a year long rental agreement. She had been cheating on me while I was at work in our apartment. I had taken out an ad for a roommate a few weeks later. I worked as a pizza cook and helped with truck deliveries during the week. On weekends, I worked for a cleaning company. It was on a Wednesday,...
Ana picked up on the streetThat Friday would be my third night home alone. Victor was in a long business trip and he did not even when he could be backing home.On late afternoon I went to the local mall; some shopping would calm me down for sure. I felt really horny; my desire of fucking a good cock was keeping me on fire. But there was nothing I could do than wait for my loving Victor’s coming back home…When I was on my way back, I met a black man on the street.He stared at me from head to...
SUNDAY ON STICKY STREET NUMBER 1... “Bitch” Michael said to Sam. "You acted like a real slut last night, I thought we were going out for a quiet drink.” “A quiet drink at “The Beating Bishop.” You’ve got to be kidding, there’s no such thing as a quiet drink at the “Bishop” on a Saturday night, you know that. Besides, you got on very well with that Highway Patrol man didn’t you!”Sam replied. “It wasn’t him," Michael replied, "it was all that lovely leather.” He giggled. “Besides, he was much...
Group SexDashing out of the strip club with $1200 in hand after five hours in the champagne room, I was ready for a night out with Gibson. I called him on my drive home to make sure he was ready to go clubbing. My sexy man was getting dressed when I entered the master bath. He was wearing jeans and a trendy, untucked dress shirt I recently picked up for him at Buckle. I quickly changed into my skinny jeans, a black lace bra, my favorite black blouse that is two sizes too small, and 5" platfrom heels....
FetishCHAPTER 1 easy street Couple begins their experiment in chastity. The first similarity is that I was the one who ordered a chastity device for myself, not knowing whether or not my beautiful wife would be interested in it or not. Also that I sprang it on her not knowing within my own heart just how far I wanted to go with it. The differences are many. I did not order it because my sex life with my wife was unsatisfactory. Nor because I have a remarkably...
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