From Candace to CandyChapter 7
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My company often utilized the consulting services that Susan’s firm provided, and we occasionally found ourselves involved with work and meetings that were associated with the same projects together. Eventually, Susan and I found ourselves mixing business with pleasure. The business relationship between our two companies also provided some convenient opportunities for adventurous thrills indulging and satisfying each others horny workday urges with discreet sexual rendezvous at work. As we sought out and experimented with various locations for our erotic liasions, we discovered that some “business” relations conducted in the conference room are far more exciting and satisfying than others…Susan was sitting across the crowded conference room from me at one of our usual project planning meetings. It was a typical mind-numbing torture by powerpoint type of meeting with nothing new (or meaningful) being presented by higher level corporate types who like the attention of an audience and to hear themselves talk. Anyway, Susan and I were just part of the audience sitting in the background, and our eyes would occasionally meet briefly, just long enough to feel that warm rush oflust between lovers, then returning the fascade of our attention back to the meeting with a knowing grin. My mind wandered to erotic memories of us together, and I couldn’t resist stealing discreet glances over at her, enjoying the sight of her firm smooth legs crossed in front of her…knowing the feel of her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper into her as we passionately thrust and grind against each other. My eyes strayed up Susan’s legs to her conservative business skirt that covered her silky soft thighs…knowing how she loves it when I lick and kiss along her inner thighs while my hands massage over her ass and outer thighs…
Feel of her squeezing her thighs against my head as she runs her fingers through my hair as my lips and tongue play over her swollen pussy and tease her aching clit. I watch out of the corner of my eye as Susan shifts her hips in her chair, briefly uncrossing and crossing her legs…reminding me of the way she rhthmically moves and gyrates her hips with the massaging of my fingers and teasing of my tongue… Feeling the intensity of her passion grow, savoring her taste and the erotic sensation of her grinding and rubbing her hot pussy against me as the waves of her pleasure flow closer to the edge of orgasm…my mind drifts to thoughts of my hands firmly grasped on her hips from behind, bumping against her firm rounded ass as I pump my hard cock deeply into her, feeling her fingers strumming her clit and coaxing my cum from my tight balls for her. The sight of Susan’s blouse stretched over her bra, concealing her sensitive nipples that she loves to feel me play with…my tongue tracing circles around her flushed areola and hard buds, then licking, sucking and pulling them between my lips and fingers…knowing how she likes to press her breasts firmly into my hands and feel me squeeze them as she straddles and grinds on my cock…or wrap my arms around her from behind and massage and play with her nipples between my fingers as she grinds her ass against my hard shaft. As the meeting came to an end, my cock was straining against my pants in response to all the erotic thoughts inspired by my voyeurism of Susan. So, I decided to remain seated as the crowd cleared out and casually covered my bulge with my notebook as I let my hardness subside. My eyes briefly caught Susan’s again as she was leaving, and her sly smile left me with no doubt that we were both simmering with lust that we wouldn’t restrain. Back in my office, I was inspired by my craving for her and hurriedly followed up on emails and phone calls to take care of business issues in anticipation of finding out what was on Susan’s mind. It didn’t take long to find out
When I received an IM from her, “what ru up 2?” I replied, “thinking about you.” Susan responded, “lol, good! So what ru thinking about?” I messaged back, “feeling you instead of just thinking about you.” She replied, “mmm…i luv the way u think…and feel…want 2 do more than think about it?” Her words stirred my horny ache and my cock began to swell as I replied, “*wide grin* you know I always want more of you…what do you have in mind?” She IM’d back, “you…in me…i’m not wearing panties today! :)” My cock twitched and strained against my pants at the thought she inspired of feeling my cock slide into her wet pussy, and I responded, “ahh, you do know how to get my full attention babe!” Susan replied, “lol, show me! …i want 2 feel ur full attention…am so damn horny today, can u meet me?!” Lust surged through me as I replied, “I’m always up for you! When can you break away?” She messaged back, @15 min…when/where 4u?” Knowing I would have the time to meet her, my cock swelled with erotic anticipation and I couldn’t type fast enough, “i’ll meet you in the small conference room at the end of the hall on the 6th floor in 20 minutes”, and she returned, “k, i’ll feel u there ;) ..kiss!” The small 6th floor conference room was somewhat isolated and not often used, but was well furnished with a dark hardwood table and comfortable high-back leather chairs with a nice view overlooking the corporate park lake. It was usually only used for more private or confidential meetings, and was not near other offices or work areas and didn’t have windows out to the hallway. Susan and I had previously explored a few other discreet places in the building and corporate park area for our sexual rendezvous, but this conference room soon became a favorite. As I opened the conference room door, I flipped down the sign on the outside of the door to show “Meeting in Progress” and walked into the somewhat isolated little conference room at the end of the hall. Feeling the rush of erotic excitement pulsing through me as my cock bulged against my pants, I leaned against the conference room table as I waited for Susan.
I couldn’t resist the feel of my horny ache swelling and I lightly rubbed my hand over the bulge of my pants, feeling my cock harden more for her as my mind played erotic memories of her. Susan knew that the “Meeting in Progress” sign on the door meant that I was there waiting for her. As she quickly opened the door and stepped in her eyes caught the sight of my hand rubbing over my cock and she gave me a wicked grin as she purred, “Oh, is that all for me?!” I grinned as I stood and we crushed ourselves against each other as our lips locked together in muffled passionate gasps. Our bodies intertwined, urgently grinding against each other as I leaned into Susan and pushed her back up against the wall. I slid my hand down over her curves to rub her pussy as my hardness pressed up against her hip. She moaned softly against my lips as our tongues played together and she pushed her mound against my hand. Her hands slipped down to help me strip off my pants, and as they dropped to the floor I pulled up her skirt and massaged my fingers over her panty wet pussy. Teasing a finger inside her, my palm rubbed against her swollen clit and she gasped as my other hand firmly massaged up over her breast, squeezing her nipple as I slipped my finger deeper into her hot pussy. Susan playfully nipped my lower lip and spread open her legs further, inviting another finger to rhythmically pump and stir deeper into her. I felt her squeezing her pussy around my fingers, massaging her slippery inner walls as she bumped and rubbed her clit against my palm. Grinding her pussy with the rhythm of my finger-fucking, Susan grasped my
Hard shaft, feeling my cock throb for her. Her soft hand stroked and squeezed along my length, making me grow harder for her. She occasionally paused her up-stroke to swirl her thumb over my swollen tip, teasing out my pre-cum. Wetting her fingers with my pre-cum, she lightly caressed her slippery fingertips along my rigid cock, sending hot shivers through me, causing my simmering balls to tighten as I groaned against her lips and pressing harder against her. Inspired by the exquisite pleasure of her handjob I thrust my fingers deeper and faster into her, feeling her rock her hips in unison as her wetness flowed between her thighs. The heat of our passion pulsed though us, and I couldn’t resist my urge to feel the wet heat of Susan’s pussy squeezing around my hard cock, pumping into her, filling her. I broke our kiss and looking into her eyes I sensed her craving, then leaned against her, kissing up her neck, I pressed my lips against her ear as I breathlessly whispered, “I want to fuck you!” Susan squeezed my cock and moaned, “Mmm, yesss…bend me over and fuck me hard!”, then she softly bit into my shoulder, stoking my lust for her. I leaned back and pulled her away from the wall, then quickly spun her around towards the conference table, moving behind her as I sharply smacked her ass and muttered, “Bend over!”
She let out a muffled squeal at the sting of my hand and reached out to brace against the table as she bent over and spread her legs for me. I quickly picked up my pants and pulled a condom from my pocket, then lifted her skirt up over her hips and she looked back over her shoulder and caught my eyes with a wicked that made my cock throb and my balls ache for her as I slipped the condom down over my hard shaft. I couldn’t resist another spank to her firm, well-rounded ass and she bit her lip to suppress a squeal. I then firmly massaged my hand over the heat of the sting, and leaned down to kiss her sweet ass while caressing my other hand up the inside of her thigh, rubbing over her wet pussy and teasing my fingers around her swollen clit. She moaned softly and squirmed her hips against the motion of my hand, while she squeezed her nipples through her blouse, then gasped as I slipped two fingers into her pussy. My fingers pumped and stirred deeper, finger-fucking her as I massaged the rim of her ass with my thumb. Susan thrust her other hand down over clit and began strumming her fingers furiously as she hissed, “Oohh damn babe…fuck me!” Pulling my fingers out from her pussy, I grabbed onto her hip with one hand then licked her juices from my other hand, and slapped her ass again before I pushed my condom-wrapped engorged purple cockhead between Susan’s pussy lips. I leaned into her as I slid my hard shaft deeper, feeling her slippery pussy squeezing my rigid cock as she moaned and pushed her ass back against me to coax me deeper. I firmly gripped her hips and pumped my cock harder and faster into her, my balls slapping against her with each thrust as she frantically rubbed her clit. My pelvis bumped hard and fast against her ass, the sound of her muffled moans and the sensation of my cock rapidly stroking rapidly inside her tight pussy had my cum boiling in my balls, aching for release. On the edge of orgasm, I pulled her hips back hard against me, as I pumped against her ass, plunging my swollen cock deep into her. Susan’s hand slid down over her pussy, cupping my tight balls and massaging her fingertip against my rim, causing my cock to throb and I groaned out deeply as I felt the wave of my orgasm surging. Suddenly she slipped her wet finger into my asshole and the electric heat of my orgasm shot through me as I bucked my hips against her ass and my cock pulsed in her pussy, gushing out my
Cum for her. Still pumping my cock into Susan while riding out the waves of my orgasm, I felt her rapidly strumming her clit, then her pussy clenched around my shaft as she stopped her motion, her fingers pressed tightly against her clit as shuddered against me and a soft moan escaped her lips. Our bodies relaxed, and Susan leaned back into me as I wrapped my arms around her to steady ourselves against each other. Nuzzling my lips along her neck, I slowly massaged my hand over her hips and ass while we caught our breath, and teased,”So, when’s your next break?” Susan giggled and replied, “Whenever you think you can give me your full attention again.” With a wide grin I said, “Well, then I think we’ll need the room for the rest of the day.” …but if u want to take susans place call me at
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"Yes," the housewife said, "Would you like one?" She handed him the coffe and leaned back against the doorway. She wore capris and a modest short-sleeved button-down blouse. He had on his dirty jeans and t-shirt which clung to his tight, muscular torso; he was not your average plumber. Just then the doorbell rang. "That'll be him now," the workman said, and she went to answer the door. While she was gone he pulled a small packet out of his back pocket and emptied the contents into...
Becoming Candi Rachel The alarm on my phone shocked me from my sleep and I thumbed with the touch screen in an attempt to turn it off. The phone was new and it was the first time I had heard the alarm tone, which was less like a wake up alarm and more like an emergency siren. "Rach, will you get that?" I heard my Mother yell from downstairs. With a tremendous amount of effort I managed to lift myself off my pillows and sit up. Today was the first day of university for me and my...
Je donne rendez-vous à Mélissa vers 20h dans une commune avec pour consigne une jupe sans sous-vêtement avec un petit mot bien décolleté. Arrivée 20h je rejoins Mélissa nous avons chacun notre voiture je l'embrasse en guise de bonjour et je lui dis prends ta voiture et suis-moi. Nous nous sommes dirigés vers un belvédère la nuit commence à tomber nous descendons chacun de nos voitures et nous nous dirigeons vers le point de vue, là je place Mélissa contre la barrière je lève sa jupe, elle ne...
Santa spanks Taylor & Hangs a Candy Cane In Her Bottom.Taylor was home for Christmas from college and she was in their bedroom for a long winter’s night. Not a creature was stirring her family away but pretty coed had decided to stay.As Taylor had made merry and cheer. Little did Taylor know it was the condition of her cute rear she should fear?Her pretty long brown shimmery hair swished and swayed from side to side displaying her round shapely bottom packed tight into her blue jeans and bust...
Trying a Moroccan dickIt had been a busy day at the office.Helena was absent, because she had had to take care of her mother, who was staying at the hospital for a few days…However, my slutty friend called me in the afternoon, when I was driving home and asked me if I was in the mood to go out with her that night. Of course I was…It was Friday and Victor was at home, but I knew he wanted to stay there and it would be nice for him to be alone for a while. I called him to tell my plan and he...
I was getting anxious as the minutes seemed to drag by, but finally my sister appeared in my doorway dressed as I desired. My note to her told her to shower after she woke up, to put on the camisole and panties I left on her bed and come to my bedroom I wanted to talk to her. She did as she was instructed, it was a good start. The camisole was pink and very sheer, her small tits were visible through it, and I saw how large her nipples were for the first time. Her breasts were the size and...
Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen’s voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed. “Candace” – pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick house. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5’ 5”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty....
Matthew Pottinger did just as he was told, running his hands up and down Candace Owen’s voluptuous body, caressing her ebony skin, squeezing her meaty breasts, and stroking her big, round ass while she writhed and squirmed. “Candace” – pretty name, pretty girl. Built like a brick house. Real hot body. Big, tall, and busty. 5’ 5”. 135lbs. 33-26-34. DD cup. Smooth ebony skin. Long, thick, curly black hair glistened with mousse. Leggy. Big, firm tits. Full, round ass. Dressed nice and slutty....
The governor's daughters' Cynthia and Stacy knew that their wealth and social status came with certain responsibilities and obligations, whether they wanted to oblige or not. If the truth be known, they didn't give a rat's ass about the immigrant workers, legal or not. They thought minimum wage and access to health benefits (although expensive) was more than fair compensation for allowing the mexican immigrants to work for them. But with all of the uproar in the media of abuse with...
I waited for over an hour for Peter to bring a brand new battery and ample petrol for my Volvo. I sat in my car, wondering how I let the pretty car go. The winters had not been good to her and I sentenced her to a slow death bringing her to the North Country. My Harley stayed wrapped up for seven months last year, and without Mark, being in the Adirondacks just made no sense. The winters were getting longer and longer and thoughts of palm trees, mangoes and rum filled the cold and vacant...
Candi's story If you don't think this is a work of fiction you are crazy. "Thank you dear that was delightful." I smiled on a post orgasmic haze. Being married for 4 years out sex had become so routine. Its not that we didn't have sex often enough or that I no longer found my wife attractive. Its just the same positions always ending up in missionary position till we both came. "Yes I enjoyed it too." At breakfast the next day I struggled to formulate my wanting to...
Notes: { This is a fantasy! Women are lovable persons and I would do anything to make them happy. I am a vegetarian myself. }Cannibal Cruise. Chapter 1.Year 2095 C.E. Cannibalism is now practised, to some degree, in nearly every country. The 2005 aviary influenza epidemic brought a dramatic change to the world's female population. Somehow the virus fired some, hitherto repressed genes in women and female animals bringing a sudden change in their behaviour. Mankind first noticed changes in...
Brandi saw her aunt on the street, ran past with a breathless “Hi,” ran up the walk to her cousin’s house, and entered without a knock. She took the stairs quickly, burst into her cousin’s room, and found Candi lying on her back, in bed, her face flushed, her dress pulled up her legs, and her nipples impudently poking peaks in the soft cloth of her top.“What are you doing?” Brandi asked, knowing full well what Candi had been doing.“Nothing,” Candi gasped, having difficulty coming back from the...
IncestGianni, mi andresti a prendere la sega che ho dimenticato giù in cantina?... Attento, non è quella poggiata sulla vecchia credenza, è quella che ho lasciato sul mobiletto accanto, quello dove tengo i giornali vecchi» mi chiese mio padre intento a fare dei lavori in casa con me che ero lì ad osservarlo.Avevo visto spesso mio padre utilizzare vecchi quotidiani quando verniciava o quando utilizzava olio o lubrificanti ma non avevo mai visto da dove li avesse tirati fuori; però senza fare domande...
Life is funny, folks. Case in point? Me. Steve Acier. Mr. Big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in Nepean, a suburb of the capital city of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, at the end of 2009. Since then I enrolled at Carleton University and I also work part-time as a security guard at the local art gallery. Since I moved to Ottawa, I experienced a lot of culture shock. Ottawa is a city with a growing population of...
My name is Enrique and I am from Chihuahua Mexico. Since a c***d I never really liked girls, but I didn’t seem to like boys either. That was true until I first went to visit the USA. I fell in love when I met a white American boy. His beautiful blue eyes, his pretty smile, his perfect body, and his tall frame attracted me to him. I never met a man like that in my life. I was 18 and he was about 23 years old. I didn’t know much English so it was hard to talk to him. But he knew I wanted him. He...