Excursion

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She messaged me the address to her office.

This was a surprise.

We’ve been chatting online for a few days and have really hit it off. I don’t normally fuck around with the whole online flirting thing. Too many secrets. Plus, I’m just better face to face.

But something about her drew me in fast. She is different. Genuine. Every text she sends me glows with sweetness. She disarmed me right away.

Yes, it helps that she’s incredibly incredibly stunning to look at. Literally. Heart-stopping, breath-holding, blood-rushing stunning.

And the address that I’m now pasting into my maps app is the ticket to making the fantasy real.

It’s not often in a guy’s life where the fantasy girl at the center of recently elevated levels of your arousal and repeated masturbatory sessions is suddenly texting you her address.

Yet here I am.

Driving.

The address text is made even more thrilling by one that comes after it.

“Oops. Forgot to mention that my boss and co-workers are all out of state. I’m the ‘unlucky’ girl that drew the short straw and has to watch the office. Alone.”

I almost drive off the road. Pretty sure my raging hard-on just shifted the steering wheel.

“Perhaps we can turn your luck around,” I texted back.

Fuck yes I’m texting and driving. Don’t judge me. A beautiful woman awaits. Being a rebel is called for.

I pull up to her building, go up the elevator to her floor and down the hall to her office. I’m actually fucking nervous. What has this girl done to me?

Before I walk in, I decide to text her first.

“I’m here. Just outside your office.”

A minute later I hear a voice behind me.

“Your not gonna fucking kill me are you? I’m gonna be super pissed if I just invited a serial killer to my office.”

I turn around and smile. Goddamn she’s even more striking in person. Her pics are always sexy, but seeing the whole package standing before you is another kind of arousal.

“Nah, killing’s not my thing,” I reply to her. “But I am gonna rob the shit out of you.”

She smiles.

I melt.

“What are you thinking about,” she asks.

“Kissing you.”

“But, Mr. Proper, we’ve only just met. That wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of you.”

“I’ll have you know, Miss B, that compared to the things you yourself have begged me to do to you, I think just wanting to kiss you is a valiant desire.”

“Then what the fuck are you wa–”

Before she can finish her sentence, I grab her by the waist and pull her to me forcefully. She gasps then smiles. I brush my nose against hers, smiling back, and then press my lips softly to hers.

Her eyes close as we twirl our lips around each other’s. No tongue, just our lips interlocking and dancing about.

For 3 minutes. 6 minutes. More. My lips are starting to tingle numb just from the sensation of kissing her for what feels like a taste of a wanted eternity. And I want more than a taste.

“Are you going to invite me in or should I just undress you in this hallway and have you right here in front of all these office gnomes.”

“I’m sure they’d all like to watch. They’re always staring.”

She’s talking about her DDD tits.

“I’d be staring too,” I tell her.

“But you haven’t even glanced at them once, yet. Don’t you like them?”

“I’m not even gonna answer that. A) you know I do. And B) I’ve been too busy staring into your eyes. It’s nice to see them, but even nicer to see the reflection of myself within them. And then there’s kissing you.”

We kiss again. More uncontrolled. Hands beginning to roam.

“C’mon. Follow me,” she says, eventually breaking away and leading me through a back door into her part of the office.
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It is very ungentlemanly of me but I have to. There’s no way I can take it slow. No way I can focus on every detail of her the way I want to while feeling this way.

The urge is too strong. It clouds everything else. This played differently in my head on the way here, but seeing her in person ignites a desire like no other.

That’s why I’m bending her over a desk.

That’s why I’m lifting her skirt and sliding her panties over.

That’s why my cock is out and at her entrance.

A kiss in the hall and no other foreplay. So unlike me. But then again, this girl has made me feel things I haven’t felt in forever.

So I shove it in.

No easing, no teasing, no savoring every slow inch as it pushes in.

I plunge it in. Fully and all at once.

Because I have to.

And she is WET AS FUCK.

Goddamn.

She wants it too as badly as I do.

Oh goddamn. Goddamn!!

This revelation escalates my desire even more. A passion reciprocated— the hottest fucking feeling.

Ten days ago, we’d never talked. Ten minutes ago I saw her for the first time. Ten seconds ago I wasn’t even inside of her. Now I couldn’t fuck her hard enough.

I’m pounding away at her like a madman. A man possessed with such a ridiculous want, that I’ve thrown all customs and ritual out the window and like an animal I’m fucking her ferociously.

Her pussy is as perfect as the rest of her. And to top it off, she’s orgasmic.

I hear her scream into the desk. I feel her clinch around my cock. I grab a fistful of her hair and fuck her even more.

I spin her over to her back. Shit is falling off the desk everywhere. She busts open her sweater, I shove the top of her dress down her shoulders revealing her bra.

Pink and barely containing her perfectly full breasts.

I fuck her harder still.

Her tits rock back and forth, quickly falling out of the bra.

Fuck her nipples are perfect. My fingers MUST have them and I circle them lightly before pinching her brilliant tips firmly as I plunge my dick in and out in full deep thrusts.

She’s cumming again and this time the sight of her gorgeous face in orgasmic knots is pushing me over the edge. Her sweet cum moans ring in my ear and invade my brain.

I welcome it, every sense of our fuck, every way I can experience her O consumes me and pushes me over the edge.

I scream her name and erupt.

Gushes of me pump inside of her.

No condom. No pulling out.

Just loads of my thick hot cum filling her up. She moans wildly as she feels it pumping inside her. I cum so goddamned hard that I’m dizzy, but I can’t stop. I want more of this spectacular woman.

Immediately I drop to my knees. I never even bothered to take her panties off and now they’re all soiled in my cum and her juices.

I slide her soaked knickers off of her and pin her hands underneath her as I dive into her delicious cum-filled sex. As I lick her deeply, I tie her hands together with her own soaked panties.

Slightly bound, fully clothed with her tits busting out and legs thrown over my shoulders, this goddess cums louder and harder than any woman I’ve ever heard as I lick and lick and lick her religiously. My thumb in her ass, my tongue artfully working her clitoris, I drain her in waves and waves of climax.

My beard is soaked in us.

The room is ringing with the sound of her.

She smells every bit as delightful as she tastes and I can’t stop staring at this masterpiece of sex and beauty before me.

My cock fully hard again, I must have her again.

I step over the desk debris that’s fallen to the floor and mount her head, dangling off the desktop.

She opens her mouth wantingly and slowly I feed her my throbbing beast, still coated in her delectable sex.

She moans into my piece.

I grab her mountainous tits firmly and pump her mouth in a slow calm rhythm.

I love feeling her mouth against me.

So loving.

So skilled.

Loving it every bit as much as me.

My climax hits me fast and I want to pull out and pay tribute to this living angel by spraying her in my desire, but I can’t pull out.

Her mouth.

Her kiss.

Feels so fucking right.

So I let her drain me, consume me and once again I’m draining my nut inside her.

And like a savory nectar, she vocalizes her pleasure as she swallows my every shot.

This woman!! Goddamn!!

I pull my dick from her mouth and replace it with my kiss as I reach down and touch her body more.

We kiss and kiss, deeply, slowly, our breath in perfect unison, working ourselves back up again, a perfect loop of desire, no ending in sight.

Photos courtesy of the actual @dddlightful Follow her on Twitter! She is so fucking sweet and absolutely stunning as you can see here.

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Wicked Wednesday

And Everything Reminds Me Of You

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It’s been two years since I’ve fucked you, Melody.

2 years.

2 fucking years.

I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever fucking shake thoughts of you.

Or if I even fucking want to.

I remember every goddamn detail of our adventurous life. Every fuck. Every suck. Every thrust inside of you a tiny life of its own. Every orgasm a universe.

The major events of our life always sealed in cum.

You claiming my virginity with one unprotected thrust, filling your hole and the next 12 years of our life.

Fucking you in the church on our wedding day, moments before walking down the aisle with no panties on, my cum running down your leg under your marriage gown.

Afterwards, when the preacher gave us a private moment in his chambers before the chaos of the reception and you suggest that instead of kissing or whispering our loving dreams to each other, that I should choke you with the Father’s rosary while fucking you with the giant Jesus cross on his desk.

Just the suggestion made our love feel otherworldly. Above God. Above establishment. Above rules.

We refrained from the cross fucking (that would come years later), but I did quickly sodomize you over the back of his black leather couch, all those pictures of Christ watching us as I came in your asshole.

We loved being watched.

We loved being alone.

Wedding night monogamy to honeymoon orgies in Thailand, I live them all every day.

Our years of sabbatical from multiple partners spent worshipping only each other. We had had sex most people only fantasize about, but the hottest thing ever was you begging for my seed. Begging to impregnate you.

“I’m going to make you pregnant. Have my baby, Melody,” I would scream as I filled her with sperm.

Remember how incredibly hard we both came?

Remember how incredibly hard we fucked when the pregnancy test came back positive?

For a girl with a cum fetish, getting impregnated was the ultimate rush.

And creating life made us feel even more like gods.

Years of monogamy produced great memories and great bonds. BDSM and D/s exploration fulfilled our desire for adventure and our hunger for heightened things.

I remember every step.

I remember every second.

I remember our return to the open lifestyle. It felt so natural and right.

Everything with you did.

As the children reached school age, the frantic schedule of parenting and monotony of PTA meetings and soccer team lunches made us crave balance.

All those sex-deprived dads constantly staring at your tits, all those weary mothers with their hand on my thigh smiling non-stop as I gave them attention their husbands hadn’t done in years.

Remember how we felt being around all those unhappy couples? Like we were the only ones who truly understood the dance of men and women?

Again we floated above it all.

Gods.

Gods with bottomless appetites for life and desire.

And I remember it feeling like fate aligned it all for us.

Complications with the last baby left you unable to have more. I got a vasectomy to make it equal. I remember sitting on the operating chair, about to get my balls cut open, but having the largest erection thinking of how popular it makes guys at the parties.

Hell, we were always popular anyway and our return to the lifestyle was met with fanfare.

We could have eased into it. But that’s not our style.

We chose the “private” swinger club. The quotes meaning it wasn’t much of a secret and $30 would buy a night’s membership so it wasn’t much of an exclusive club either.

What it did have though was lots and lots and lots of hard cock. And lots and lots and lots of free wet pussy.

Remember what you said as we pulled up in the car and I asked you how many people were you hoping to fuck that night?

“As many as humanly possible. And then some.”

Your hopes came true. And then some.

Godfuckingdamn I loved it. Both watching and fucking. Relentlessly. Like we didn’t miss a beat.

We were gods. Born again in a baptism of fuck. Never looking back.

Wicked Wednesday

How To Succeed In Promiscuity Without Really Trying

Wicked Wednesday

There’s a game that Melody and I would sometimes play. A friendly competition that we would play apart, but enjoy together later when we divvied up our winnings.

The goal was simple. How many different people could we perform sex acts with in a 24 hour period. Orgies were off limits. Threesomes ok. And it didn’t have to be penetration. Just naughty. Kissing even counted if the story was good enough.

The game would begin at 7am on Saturday and end back at our house at 7am on Sunday. Sometimes we would add a theme or special rules.

Examples: People we’ve never been with before. Couples only. People in their 20s. People in their 50s. Public spaces only. BDSM encounters. Watching only. Sex toys only. Interracial only. Oral only. And on and on.

This particular day was a free for all. Anything goes. Which meant the numbers would be high.

We would keep score by cataloging the time, name of the person and a description of what we did. Bonus point if we got pic or video. (Not sharing any of those here out of respect for privacy.)

Below is my scorecard from that day.

7:30am – Sumalee (a playmate of ours)
Woke her up by knocking loudly on her door. She answered the door in nothing but a t-shirt, bush peeking out. She was pissed but I told her I just HAD to fuck her and couldn’t wait a minute. She let me in. I bent her over the back of the nearest chair and fucked her from behind. Came inside her. Left her t-shirt on.

8:15am – Lucy (a co-worker’s sister)
Called her. She was still in bed. Had phone sex with her. Listened to her use a vibrator on herself as I talked her to a climax. She wanted me to come fuck her but her masturbation just counted so I told her I was busy.

9:30am – Lindsay (stranger)
Met a girl in a coffee shop. We talked about an hour. Convo turned very sexy and flirty. We snuck inside a bathroom at the back of the store. I sat on the edge of the toilet. She put one foot on my leg and I pulled her to my mouth, licking away at her panties, then pulling them aside as she swing her other leg around my shoulder and held onto the wall for balance. She came quickly and was surprised when I turned down a blow job. We exchanged numbers and I said goodbye.

11:03am – Celeste (stranger)
Found her on a singles app. Her pics were sexy. Full-figured gal with amazingly full tits. We’d been texting dirty all day. I told her I really just wanted to fuck her. Nothing more. She said come over. I did. She opened the door wearing a thin black dress. It was on the floor in less than a minute. I slid on a condom and was inside of her seconds after that. I loved how her huge tits bounced all around as I fucked her hard and fast. It only took me about 2 minutes to cum. I didn’t hold back. Didn’t wait for her. After I came, I dumped the contents of the condom on her massive chest, licking myself off her while I fingered her. She was so wet, the fingering quickly turned to fisting. She came loudly in just under two minutes. I got dressed and left. It was 11:12am. (Surprisingly a 9 minute encounter is not my record).

12:45pm – Annabelle (Mel’s sometimes sub)
I already reeked of pussy so went back home to shower. Didn’t even notice Annabelle was in our bed until after I got out. She told me she and Melody had fucked a couple hours ago and Mel let her sleep here after. Annabelle asked me if I wanted to fuck her too, but I had more in mind. I had her put on Melody’s clothes, perfume and makeup. I made a video of me fucking Anna’s mouth as her head dangled off my marriage bed. Adding to the video, I then let Anna wear Mel’s strap on and fuck me in the ass as I called her Melody. I’ve never even let Mel, herself, do this to me, though after watching the video she’d certainly want to later. As Annabelle pinned me, she reached around and jerked me off. I came on Mel’s pillow. A fitting end. This will be worth several points.

4:00pm – Raven and Miller (call girls)
I paid 2 call girls to come to our house and fuck each other on my already soiled bed. They went at it for a solid hour while Annabelle and I watched. Anna would eventually join them and they made each other cum well. I kissed them all on the mouth as they left.

6:15pm – Izzy and Mac (swinger friends)
Dinner ended in me drinking wine being poured off Izzy’s tits while Mac watched. Mac then fucked her with the empty wine bottle while she sucked at me. They kissed while I fucked Izzy’s pussy. After I came inside of her, instead of eating her out like he normally does, I let Mac suck his wife’s fuck juices off my limp dick.

9:00pm – Macy (Stripper, occasional party girl, have fucked her before)
While she gave me a lap dance, Macy let me suck her tits in the middle of the club. She whispered in my ear how wet it made her and then bent over in my face to show me the dark blue puddle that seeped through her light blue panties.

9:35pm – Nadia (stripper)
Discreetly fingered her in the V.I.P. room. She not-so-discreetly gave me a hand-job through my pants. Didn’t cum. Actually faked it though so she would stop.

10:45pm – Sadie and Penny (partygirls)
Arrived at a party thrown by Ripken, a lifestyler. Orgies were off limits, but sex parties were not. In fact, Melody had beaten me there and was already in a backroom with 2 men. Her 2nd pair of men, I was also told. Sadie was a semi-regular to these parties. Only chatted her up about 10 minutes before we grabbed a spot in a group area. Penny was a friend of Sadie’s and a first-timer. She only watched at first. Sadie rode my face as I ate her to a long fulfilling climax that got the attention of the entire room. It was enough to pique Penny’s interest so she took a ride on my face as well. Her center was sweet so I ate her slower, but her climax was no less intense. I felt Sadie pull off my pants and mount me as Penny continued cumming on my face. Sadie never made me cum. We eventually repositioned where I was fucking Penny while kissing Sadie hard on the mouth. Came in surprisingly furious amounts inside of Penny, who had a high quality pussy.

Midnight – Melody (wife)
Surprised Mel with a kiss while she had 2 more guys’ dicks inside of her. She was getting fucked so hard, I don’t even know if she noticed it was me.

1:25am – Olive and M.K. (partygirls)
I’d been with neither before. Olive had a private room there at the hotel where the party was so we went back to it. Had a feeling Mel was already outpacing me so said “fuck it” and enjoyed my time with these two. Olive was into bondage and had bed restraints so fun was had with those and some crops, clamps and other sex toys. My stamina was so high at this point, the ladies had a hard time making me cum, but climaxed on their own numerous times giving it a try. Then I found out M.K. was only 19 and lost it while tit fucking her.

4am – Talia (Mel’s sister-in-law)
I knew her husband, Melody’s brother was out of town. Talia texted me about 2am telling me so. She was home drunk from a bar. I got the message after being with Olive and M.K. and headed over there. Talia and I had fucked before, a threesome with Melody. Watching Melody fuck her own brother’s wife was one of the craziest and hotest things we had done. Talia and I carried out a solo affair for a few months after. I disclosed it to Mel of course, though Talia didn’t know that Mel knew. When I got to Talia’s I saw Melody’s car. Fuck. She was one step ahead of me again. I knocked on the door and Talia let me in. Melody smiled at me wickedly. Talia joined her on the couch and I watched for a bit as the sisters went at it before I couldn’t stand it any more and had to join in.

6am – Just me and Mel
Talia had passed out. I led Melody, who had a hard time walking, honestly, to Talia’s bathroom where I had a bathtub full of hot water waiting for her. I helped her inside and bathed her tenderly as we began sharing our night’s scores until daybreak. Then we headed home. Together.