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Saturday, September 24, 2011

Broken Wings - Chapter One

Broken Wings
Don Abdul


Tricia Somers is a sexy, slightly curvaceous forty-one year old brunette who didn’t seem impressed by her own beauty. She had been raised to consider that a vanity that couldn’t possibly stand the test of time. Being a pastor’s wife only made it easier for the rather shy mother of a teenage son to tune out vain thoughts from her mind in favor of the things that would nourish her spiritual life.

The reward of leading a righteous life was obviously a happy and healthy family dedicated to the service of the good Lord. Beneath her ill fitting baggy clothes and the tranquil façade of her life however, Tricia had a secret that had been gnawing away at her for most of the previous couple of decades.



Tricia’s secret was that she was bisexual, and despite having stayed off women and remained faithful to her marital vows, each passing year had honed her craving more until she couldn’t help herself anymore. She secretly researched options for the fulfillment of her bisexual craving, and eventually decided to use the services of an online escort agency to indulge her bisexual desire.


It was a lovely spring night, the cool evening breeze, and the starry night sky made for a perfect atmosphere for a memorable sexual assignation. Tricia Somers couldn't have hoped for a more pleasant evening to meet her date and satisfy her pent up desire.

She forced her legs to keep on moving as she alighted from her car and headed towards the motel room that had been prearranged for the rendezvous. She was understandably excited as she was in fact meeting her would be lover for the first time in the flesh. The 41 year old religious house wife glanced over her shoulder, worrying that anyone close enough might hear her heart hammering away in her chest.

She questioned the wisdom of going through with the tryst for the umpteenth time, but after coming so close to doing so several times in the course of the past three years, and then chickening out at the eleventh hour, she knew it was now or never. She had to see it through for the sake of her sanity.

Aside from worrying she might be recognized by someone from her husband’s congregation, she also if her date would look as pretty and sexy as she did in her picture on the escort agency website. She felt a surge of confidence as she suddenly remembered that she had taken the precaution of disguising herself with a wig of long blonde hair, and clothes so daringly sexy that nobody who knew her would ever expect to find on her back.

As she let herself into the motel room she smiled as she was instantly greeted by the arousing fragrance of scented candles, which provided the only illumination in the room. The room was bright enough for her to discern the rose petals scattered so romantically all over the crisp white bed linen upon which her very pretty date laid stretched out. Her sexy purple lingerie tantalizingly complemented her tease of matching stockings.

Sheila Price was even more beautiful in person; when she swung her long shapely legs off the bed, playfully flashing her crotch at her client. All Tricia saw was a brief glimpse of her purple silk clad crotch but it was more than enough to send a shiver of excitement through her. All of her worries melted away in the heat of her lust as the tingling warmth in her core spread slowly throughout her body. For the first time that night, she was glad she had been decisive in arranging for the scratching of her pent up itch of many years.

As she rose from the bed to greet her pretty client, Sheila could tell right away that the sexy brunette required some handling. She seamlessly transitioned into her seductress character and raunchily cat walked towards the shy older woman. First she needed to distract enough to assuage the guilt that hung over her like a dark cloud if the evening would have any hope of working.

She gave Tricia a welcoming hug followed instantly by a light brushing of lips. It was kiss to be sure, but it was a reassuring kiss that let her client know the evening would progress only at a pace she was most comfortable with.

“Please make yourself comfortable while I pour us both a drink. The ‘donation’ for Sheila’s services included a little something for refreshment. Every girl carried her own props to set the right mood for their dates. One of the props Sheila had brought was a bottle of champagne. She had kept the drink on ice and now poured two glasses for them. She carried it to the dresser beside which Tricia stood, taking off her wig.

Tricia’s eyes roamed the sexy curves of Sheila’s body as she took her time to undress; the 24 year old escort was indeed very beautiful. ‘I bet she is just a student out to make a little extra money,’ she thought feeling a little guilty that she was partaking in the corruption of a younger woman. That fleeting guilt threw up the question she had been pondering all her adult life, ‘How did I become this woman?’

She couldn’t help reflecting on what she had come to label “the weakness of my flesh.” Way back in her high school days, Tricia had always known she was different; although she liked boys, she had always felt a strong affinity for the girls as well.

Due to the prevailing moral atmosphere in her little town however, she had no name for the way she felt about other girls until the night of her graduation from high school. That night had remained ingrained in her mind ever since.

In her senior year a popular girl and contender for prom queen, Samantha Honeywell had taken an interest in her. When the other popular girls would poke fun at her for being a virgin, Samantha would be nice to her and tell her to ignore them. Their friendship blossomed and Tricia felt really cool to have the popular girl as a friend. Samantha had invited her to an exclusive graduation after party at a seaside home of a friend whose parents apparently didn’t mind.

Samantha had planned the conclusion of the seduction of Tricia which had begun earlier in their friendship. She had been flirting with Tricia all semester; the girls had even kissed and smooched a few times but it always ended the same way each time. The shy, religiously inclined Tricia always succumbed to guilt and fled.
That night however, Samantha had enlisted the help of her brother Jake and his friends to get Tricia’s boyfriend drunk. Frank Somers whom she would later marry, had been so drunk the boys had led him to one of the bedrooms upstairs where he slept like a baby until early the following morning.

Once her boyfriend was drunk and out of it, it wasn’t so hard for Samantha to work on the naïve Tricia whom she also plied with alcohol. The girls had ended in a small guest bedroom where Samantha had seduced her into carefree expression of her inner most desire. She had been teased out of her shell by Samantha’s kisses and caresses, until she responded with her own unbridled lusty caresses. By the time they were done, the virgin Tricia and her seducer had gifted each other with body wracking orgasms that left them in a panting, sweaty, tangled mass of limbs.

Tricia hadn’t realized how far back in time her reverie had taken her until she felt Sheila’s warm hand on her shoulder.

“Mmmm, somebody is thinking happy thoughts,” Sheila said referring to the smile that graced her client’s sensuous lips. She stood back and gave the straying housewife a rather flattering look that made Tricia’s nipples harden with desire. She was standing in her pink lingerie; the push up bra molded her gorgeous 36D breasts and presented her stirring cleavage in the most flattering way. Her matching garter belts with its ruffled trimmings held up her sexy stockings which gave her legs a teasing glow. Her feet were encased in 3 inch black heels that bespoke a woman whose confidence and passion by far outstripped Tricia’s.

Sheila’s nipples hardened in response to the delicate beauty of her mature client, she felt herself moisten as she only did when she played seductress. There was just something about being in control that made her horny as hell. She picked up the glasses of champagne and handed one to Tricia, and then proposed a toast.
“Here’s to new friendships and expression of deepest desires!”

The women clinked glasses and sipped their drinks. Their eyes met and just as the shy housewife was about to lower her gaze, the wanton escort seized the initiative.

“Come here you sexy, hot woman,” Sheila’s husky voice held Tricia spellbound for a moment and then her legs began to move of their own accord.

“Come closer,” Sheila whispered, her sultry voice magnifying the buzzing ache in Tricia’s core. The glowing embers of lust between them turned into an open conflagration of passionate desire. ‘Could I be daydreaming again, could this whole scenario be a creation of my horny imagination,’ Tricia wondered. She closed her eyes briefly and then opened them again just to see if it was all her bisexual fantasy gone wild.

‘Oh my God!’A silent scream born of her mind attended the reality of being just a hair’s breadth from a very beautiful young woman. Her pulse raced even harder due to the seeming reluctance of the other woman to touch her.

Meanwhile, Sheila’s eyes missed nothing, from the visible vibrations on the side of her horny client’s neck to the quick undulations of her breasts. She reveled in the power she had over the woman. She delighted in teasing her, deliberately delaying physical contact until the last possible moment.

Finally, Sheila’s hands came to rest on Tricia’s hips, and she pulled her closer, her breasts pushed into Tricia’s body as she fought the urge to just rush on and ravage the submissive brunette’s gorgeous body.
Tricia felt her legs go weak and she felt an urgent desire to beg the young minx to make love to her, but she controlled herself. ‘I so desperately need her to take me right now, yet I want this exhilarating sensual exploration to take forever,’ she thought of the unfolding pleasure sharing such intimacy with another woman.

"Kiss me!" Sheila’s whisper jolted her out of her reverie again; as the words sank in Tricia felt her knees buckle underneath her. She could scarcely move a muscle as she felt her date’s rock hard nipples pressing against the soft flesh of her cleavage. She struggled against inertia and moved her mouth closer her Sheila’s pouted lips and just when she was close enough to feel the sexy redhead’s heated breath on her upper lips, Sheila suddenly pulled away.

She took a couple of steps back from Tricia whose face was a contorted mass of confusion. But before she could question why she had suddenly become so repulsive to the younger woman, Sheila reached behind her back and unclasped her bra; she then shrugged it off her shoulders and arms, exposing her pert 36C breasts to the horny wife. Her hard nipples stood out waiting to be touched and sucked; all she did was stand there showing her beautiful breasts, but that was apparently more than enough to hypnotize Tricia.

Tricia felt her kitty flood with juices that soaked right through her purple thong from the pleasure of seeing the wonderful globes on the beautiful temptress.

“Come on you sexy slut, I see the way your wanton eyes are ogling my tits, I know you want them,” Sheila’s voice galvanized Tricia into action. With shaky hands, she also took off her bra and exposed her own slightly saggy 36D breasts to the hot escort.

Tricia’s nipples were rock hard and her areola was rough with raised bumps as she felt intensely excited exposing herself before the other woman. She had never felt that excited before, but then she had never exposed herself for the visual inspection of anyone but her husband before either.

Tricia could tell from the lascivious look on Sheila’s face that the escort was enjoying every bit of her indecent exposure. Both women maintained eye contact for a brief but deeply intense moment, until the strong sexual magnetism that had built up pulled them closer together into each other’s embrace once again.

Tricia’s eyes sparkled with unbridled lust, and her bottom lip quivered as she licked her lips and accepted the hard nipple offered to her by the wanton temptress. The courtesan seemed humorously determined to humiliate her mature client by making her beg for pleasure that she had already paid for.

Tricia wondered how she could unravel such a deeply embedded desire to be dominated in her, even when she herself scarcely knew it about herself. The escort’s ballsy reference to her as a slut earlier had taken her by surprise in more ways than one. It had shocked her that anyone would dare call her a slut, but it had also felt so naughty, it excited her like nothing she had ever experienced before.

She took Sheila’s breast in her hands and licked her rock hard nipple, her tit flesh felt so soft and warm, sending a shiver through her entire body. Tricia licked the redhead’s taut nipple a little longer, and then swirled her wet tongue all over it before sucking it into her mouth. Tricia moaned through her suckling on Sheila’s breast, she was aching for the other woman’s touch.

She shivered as she imagined the heavenly feel of Sheila’s velvet tongue in her mouth but she knew she had to ask, even beg for it. She did what she had to, she begged.

“Ohhh, please… please kiss me,” she pleaded in between mouthful of breast.

Without waiting for a response she leaned towards the escort, closing her eyes in the process. Her lips longingly sought Sheila’s, but all she got was a brief touching of their lips before the other woman pulled away. Tricia frustration mounted, she knew she was the client and had a right to take what she had paid for, yet something deep inside her enjoyed the humiliation to which she was being subjected.

“Ohhh… please…” she begged again.

Sheila gave a soft throaty laugh and then kissed her on the cheeks before whispering, “If you want the teasing to stop, you have to beg me to make you submissive slut.”

Those words sent a shiver through her body ending inside her aching wet sex making her juices flow even more copiously.

“Aghhh… please… take me, make me your submissive slut,” Tricia begged. The words were alien to her normal vocabulary, but hearing them spoken in her own voice was so surreal. The humiliation left her cheeks flush with red heat; it so deeply turned her on.

Like a sex goddess that had been appeased with a great sacrificial offering, Sheila smiled and then kissed her with such breathtaking passion. Their tongues did a romantic dance to the music of their shared lust as they made love just with their tongue, soft and gentle yet deeply intense lovemaking.

Meanwhile, Tricia’s panties were soaked through, and she was completely lost in the passionate heat of the moment. Sheila gave no quarter as she caressed her breast amidst moans and gasps of pleasure that seemed to go on for an eternity. Determined to move things to the next level, Sheila reluctantly pulled away from their kiss and then slowly laid a trail of hot wet kisses down to Tricia’s left breast.

She lingered there and licked her hard nipple before gently sucking on it; she reveled in the musical coos and grateful moans that escaped from deep inside Tricia’s throat. When she backed her sucking with a little more pressure, the horny older woman shuddered from a mixture of pleasure and pain.

Tricia was swept up into the rush of sweet sensations coursing through her entire being that she lost all track of time and space; the next thing she realized was that she was being eased onto her back on the cool crisp linen sheets of the king sized bed. Lying down next to her, Sheila started to run her finger tips across her stomach giving her goose bumps in the process.

Tricia moaned louder as her lover slowly made her way up to the bottom of her breasts and then quickly traced her fingers down the middle of her body and into her shaven mound.

“Oh yesssss… Mmmm!” she moaned as Sheila shifted the drenched crotch of her panties aside, and then slid a finger down over her engorged clit circling it several times,  and then gliding it down to her slick labia. The seductress gasped at the exciting heat coming from deep within her submissive lover’s pussy; she felt so proud to be the harbinger of such pleasure. She felt her pussy lips quiver and squeeze together in a spasm that sent  juices soaking through her damp panties, and escaping down the inside of her silken thighs.

Tricia was thrusting her hips up at Sheila who clearly could understand just how much the bisexual housewife wanted her to touch and make her cum. The naughty temptress ignored her needy pussy and instead reached in between her butt cheeks. Finding the cleft of her ass already soaking wet from her running pussy juice, she slid in her finger rubbed it for a moment. She then found her puckered rear portal and applied a little more pressure. “Humph….” Tricia gasped and moaned in pleasure as she was penetrated in the rear.

Sheila’s thumb also found her engorged clit and started to rub it. Tricia moaned louder as the tempo of Sheila’s fingers increased, the pretty escort reclaimed her lover’s lips to stifle her love cries, but the moans still escaped from her lips amidst their kiss. Giving the coy woman some breather, Sheila retreated to the forty-one year olds breasts.

Sliding her finger down to her slit, she slid a finger into her dripping pussy as far as it can go and then re-positioned her thumb onto her clit. Slowly moving her two fingers and a thumb in and out of her rear end and her pussy while her thumb rubbed her clit, she enjoyed a bounteous harvest of moans and pleasure cries from her lover’s lips.

“Ohhh Sheila, that feels so good,” she moaned. “Oh my…Oh my god, I think I'm going to cum already.”

“Mmmm…,” Sheila cooed and fingered her holes even faster.

“Fuck me Sheila, Ohhh…I’m cumming,” she screamed. “I’m cumming.”

Even as Sheila ignored the vice grip of Tricia’s thighs around her hands, and carried on fingering her sexual orifice, she could feel her muscles inside her holes clench down on her fingers. She got even more pleasure from rubbing and thrusting her fingers inside her harder and faster, until she started squirting her lovely nectar all over Sheila’s hand and everywhere else.

Tricia trashed about and cursed wildly in the throes of her orgasm. It had certainly been such a long time coming and it went on for what felt like an eternity. Her shudders eventually began to subside but while it lasted Sheila kept her hand where it was. She didn’t want to take it away from the mature wife’s soaking wet pussy, even though she craved a taste of her sweet cum.

Unable to wait any longer once Tricia’s shudders had ebbed, Sheila slowly slid her fingers out of her pussy and puckered rear and then lowered her face to the smoothly shaved triangle of lust, passion and carnal pleasure. Inhaling the fresh essence of her lovers recently fed sex Sheila held the air in her lungs for a moment before slowly letting it out over Tricia’s slick slit.

Both women moaned softly from the magic of the moment and then Sheila delicately touched the tip of her tongue to Tricia’s soaked labia. She started to lick her juices probing within her slit and then going even deeper to scoop the copious nectar from the depth of her love canal.

“Would you like to taste your own cum darling?” Sheila asked in a tone that was infused with so much sex it wasn't a question but an invitation to naked temptation.

“Ohhh yesssss please Sheila, I’d love that very much,” Tricia replied in a breathless whisper.

“Mmmm… yummy, well if you want to you have to ask me nicely darling, you know that,” Sheila teased in between mouthfuls of juicy cum.

“Aghhh… Could I please share my cum with you Sheila, please,” Tricia begged in low husky whisper.
Sheila dragged herself away from her lovers crotch for a moment and with her lips all soaked with her partner’s juices, she kissed Tricia softly and slowly, sharing the tasty tang of her juices with her, and then their kiss deepened. They carried on kissing passionately until Sheila’s lips were clean of the nectar they both had shared.

After her mouth was clean of her lovers juices Sheila slid down her body again until her face was right in front of her pussy. She moved her mouth closer and poked out her tongue to taste her hot soaking wet honey pot.

“Aghhh,” she gasped in time with Tricia’s own moan, when her tongue made contact with her nether lips, Sheila felt her own juices running out of my pussy through the fabric of her soaking wet thong and down her thighs. She turned around and caught Tricia licking her lips hungrily as she eyes her soaking wet crotch. No words were spoken but the message was clear, it was happy hour and they were both cleared to get drunk on the fine wine of their loins.

Sheila turned around so that they were in the 69 position; she lowered her pussy to Tricia’s mouth while she resumed licking her pussy dry to another awesome orgasm.

Sheila may not have had much practice but her instincts were shard, and just as she was losing control of her own grip on reality, she managed to take Sheila to the peak of pleasure and deliver her into the whirlwind of an earth moving climax too.


Tricia was a woman of strong convictions, and lately her convictions about her religious and marital duty forbade the indulgence of her deepest need had weakened considerably. She grappled with the guilt of her “unnatural sexual desires”, and the fact that she had lived a lie for the better part of the previous couple of decades.

She seriously doubted if she could cope with the burden of her guilt any longer; Tricia absolutely hated the fact that she had had to cheat on her husband in order to experience the pleasures of being made love to by another woman, and enjoying the most intense orgasm she had ever had.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Broken Wings - Prelude

Broken Wings
Don Abdul

Tricia Somers is a sexy, slightly curvaceous forty-one year old brunette who didn’t seem impressed by her own beauty. She had been raised to consider that a vanity that couldn’t possibly stand the test of time. Being a pastor’s wife only made it easier for the rather shy mother of a teenage son to tune out vain thoughts from her mind in favor of the things that would nourish her spiritual life.

The reward of leading a righteous life was obviously a happy and healthy family dedicated to the service of the good Lord. Beneath her ill fitting baggy clothes and the tranquil façade of her life however, Tricia had a secret that had been gnawing away at her for most of the previous couple of decades. 

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Broken Wings (Work in progress)

Clyde Somers is a unique breed for a high school senior. The eighteen year old son of a divorced couple is a virgin. Until his parent’s acrimonious divorce, the teenager had lived a sheltered life in a religious household where he was raised to keep himself pure.

The teenage athlete abstained from fornication until he was preyed upon by 41 year old Amanda Richmond; the promiscuous dominant cougar employs her female wiles to seduce him into a perverted inappropriate relationship.

Amanda is determined to turn the young handsome hunk into her submissive pleasure pet boy even though he is her bisexual lover’s son. 

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Seduction in Three Acts – The First Bite

Seduction in Three Acts – The First Bite 
Don Abdul (c)2011

Having devoted the better part of the last two decades to building her career, Taylor Bartlett’s rise to the enviable position of Vice President of Marketing Strategy at Pyramid PR Inc. was no surprise to anyone. Despite a mantle filled with award plaques, together with an enviable pay check, stock options and perks, the price of her success was indeed a steep one.

Although a very attractive 5’8” tall woman with shoulder-length honey blonde hair and a striking body, Taylor had no one special in her life. She hadn’t had a lover for ages despite the legion of men and women jostling for her attention.

The choices she had had to make in the course of her growth in the unforgiving corporate environment meant she had been forced to subordinate any sentiments for a long term relationship to the imperatives of her ascent to the top. Even her raging libido, and insatiable lust for pleasures of the flesh had to be tailored to short mutually beneficial trysts, and clean breaks that left no loose ends that could later come back to haunt her.

Fortunately for the forty-two year old, one of the perks of her job was the endless supply of young handsome men she got to work with. For the most part they were cocky, and always horny, which worked perfectly for the cougar inside of Taylor. She had mastered the art of seducing and ravishing their youthful bodies and drinking from their fountain of youth to quench her thirst for sexual relief.

Tim Brody, the current subject of her covetous interest was proving a greater challenge than she had anticipated. The self confident, twenty-eight year old Green Projects Team leader always left her flush and breathless with his dark good looks. His mysterious blue eyes made her tingle in her most intimate places, and from the first day she set eyes on the 6’ tall handsome athletic hunk, Taylor vowed to have him. It was also fortuitous that his job of devising Marketing strategies for selling Green Energy products to the public presented the perfect platform for the actualization of her wanton desire.

Despite his seeming nonchalant attitude towards her flirtations, Taylor’s sexual attraction to him grew even more intense by the day; since she never was a moderate at anything including her desires, the charming seductress pursued her handsome young subordinate at every given opportunity until she finally succeeded in sinking her horny claws into him during a business trip.

Taylor had reserved a suite of rooms with adjoining doors, and then elaborately prepared the ground for her next move. She scheduled meetings with him every evening, supposedly to recap the day’s business and plan for the next day. They would usually have an early dinner with others and then retire upstairs for an hour of review.

Careful not to spook her quarry, she alternated their review meetings, between her room and his.  She also plied him with fine wine so that by the time they were done, he was usually tipsy and more receptive of her flirtatious touches and risqué humor. For some reason she just couldn’t bear the thought of him going out on his own at night. She cringed at thoughts of him finding some willing slut to frolic with, while she laid awake in her bed pining for the warmth of his hard masculine body.

Five days into their seven-day trip, they met for their routine recap, and she broke out a bottle of the finest vintage. “Mmmm…” he murmured his approval and then after gawking over the label, he handed it back to her. Retreating to the wet bar which was outside his field of vision, she poured the wine while he busied himself with some notes.  The soothing sound of harmonious mood music wafted into the room from high end hidden speakers, and before he could react to the changing ambience of the room, she returned, and handed   him glass.

They clinked glasses and sipped their drinks, and then as he was setting down his glass of wine on a side stool, Taylor leaned across his line of sight to snap on the floor lamp to his left. She took her time turning it on too, whispering, “I imagine you’d need the extra illumination to finish your ah... work on that draft.”

Tim’s eyes widened as he caught a perfect down blouse glimpse of her perky breasts. At first he turned away, but his slutty boss would not give up so easily. She stretched a little more ensuring that her hardened nipples were exposed to his hungry eyes; she prolonged the moment by suggestively justifying her decision to turn on the light.

Timothy’s resolve began to melt as her the delicate fragrance of her perfume filled his lungs and tickled the man in him. He licked his lips and then swallowed hard as he contemplated grabbing her breasts and then kissing her hard on the mouth.

Taylor gave a low throaty laugh as she pulled away, and then sat down beside him.
‘Is it possible that she was teasing me, could she be amused by my clumsy school boy response to her unwitting wardrobe malfunction?’ he wondered, trying unsuccessfully to fathom why she laughed. Unwilling to admit to loss of concentration while he spied down her blouse, he feigned a nervous smile and pretended to follow her every word.

The charade continued and quarter of an hour later he was feeling so horny he could no longer hide his huge erection. He tried twice unsuccessfully to beg off and leave, but she managed to parry his every move by bringing up an important issue that required a detailed analysis. Meanwhile, she plied him with more wine until the combination of alcohol and his extreme arousal was no longer controllable.

Taylor had been very careful not to drink as much as she was letting on, and while Tim was preoccupied with yet another detail, she excused herself for a bathroom break. When she returned minutes later, she had slipped into very sexy lilac nylon and lace lingerie. 

‘Damn!’ Tim thought, as he ogled her sexy figure. Her pretty face with the high cheek bones and sensuous lips were perfectly framed by her shiny blonde hair. Remembering that she wore no bra, his eyes darted to her chest and he confirmed that nothing had changed under her sexy transparent teddy.

Breathing heavily, his eyes roamed her nether regions and then he sucked in a sharp breath as he found the split crotch of her knickers which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. His eyes lingered longingly at the curves of her hips, and moved on down her silken thighs to her pair of long, shapely hot legs. Her feet were ensconced in a pair of three inch black heels that added a few more inches to her tall, breath taking figure.

Tim imagined how punishing her work out regime must be to maintain her mature body in such lithe condition despite her grueling work schedule. Then the face of his fiancée flashed across his mind’s eye and he rushed to his feet, feeling a little guilty that he might have overstayed his welcome, so he thought he’d let Taylor get to bed before he did something he’d later regret. Somewhere deep in his mind though, he hoped she would be less than cooperative with the idea of him leaving.

That pulse racing soft fragrance of her perfume seemed to have formed a pleasant cloud around him. The music, the warmth and the romantic ambience of the room all combined to sap his will power as he helplessly looked at her. 

‘Ohhh, she looks so damn hot in those frilly slutty undergarments, I should throw her on the floor right now and fuck her silly,’ his evil alter ego whispered, resenting her evil wanton machination yet loving the sweet temptation she laid out before him.

Tim let out a pent up sigh, frustrated at how precarious his situation had become. ‘What has come over me,’ he wondered; he knew getting sexually involved with her was nothing but trouble; he also shouldn’t cheat on his fiancée, yet he had never been so aroused in his life. He so badly needed to relief for the deep ache in his manhood.

His penis was so hard at that moment that even a gentle slap on his shaft would suffice to break it in half. Although he was young and fit with a healthy libido, he thought it strange that the intensity of his erection that night was way beyond the ordinary.

He blushed deep when he suddenly realized how awkward he must look standing right there before her with a huge tent in his pants and literally drooling over the semi nudity of his habitually flirtatious boss. He looked up at her face even though his head told him to turn and flee, yet his body stayed put as he searched her sexy face and mesmerizing green eyes for a clue, a semi- conscious last hope for some much needed relief.

She shook her shoulder length locks of rich blonde hair loose.  The fluid, cock-provoking, flirtatious move sent her hair cascading over her half exposed breast, partially covering her left eye. She looked right into his eyes, peeking into his soul. He was exactly where she wanted him, extremely horny, needy and uncertain that she would oblige the deep almost maddening sexual urge that threatened his very sanity. Taylor knew she shouldn't have taken that path, but she felt no remorse as the alternative would have led her down the crappy road to another dead end.

“You look so tired and worked up all at the same time Tim; perhaps you need a helping hand.” She paused and smiled at the pun which was intended. She winked at him and then lifted a finger to her lips, she kissed her finger and pointed it towards him and then beckoned him to come to her.

‘Hell no, this is the perfect time to getaway,’ Tim thought, but the rest of his body disagreed. He walked in a lust induced daze towards her but when he was just a couple of steps away, she turned around and started walking towards the bedroom.

Tim followed her through the open double doors with his eyes firmly riveted to her pert teardrop shaped ass. Every movement of her butt cheeks was accentuated by the ruffled trimming of her transparent knickers as she cat walked ahead of him, as if she was dancing to the music of her spiked heel on the hard granite tiles, his heart beats combined seamlessly with the music in the room.

She stopped at the foot of the king sized bed and then raunchily turned around. She gestured for him to get rid of his clothes, and then watched longingly as he cast his shirt in the corner. He was about to unbuckle his belt when she laid her hand on his and whispered in a tone that dripped with intense lust.

“Allow me,” she knelt reverently before him and worked with the precision of a seasoned surgeon. When his zipper was undone, she pulled down both his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. His tightly packed manhood sprang forth and narrowly missed hitting her full in the face. His uncut shaft was as hard as steel, and from under the fore skin peeked the mushroom shaped purple head, already dripping copious amounts of pre cum.
“Mmmm… beautiful.” Taylor crooned as she eased back his fore skin and touched the tip of her tongue to his slit. A shiver of excitement coursed through her as she tasted his salty fluid, and then concentrated on nursing at his throbbing knob.

“Aghhh!”  Tim gasped as she took his head a little deeper into her mouth and then began to suck his cock in short shallow strokes. Her pussy tingled and her clit pulsed as she felt him thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take him even deeper into her mouth.

Taylor wasn’t one of those women who contented themselves with dutifully sucking a man’s cock. She wouldn't just tag along as a docile participant in a man’s quest to relieve his aching balls in a slutty woman’s mouth. She was so much more talented and passionate about the art of fellatio.

She had once been told her mouth was purpose made for sucking cocks, and over the span of her career there’s been nothing but proof of how true that assertion was. She lived to suck cock, and she could and had on several occasions climaxed just from giving blow job. Her lover would not be allowed to ejaculate until she was good and ready to let him.

‘Oh my, she is so good at this,’ Tim thought as he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth. He was lost in his own little slice of heaven where pleasure in its purest form was his narcotic of choice. She was dosing him high on it too; he felt her soft, warm hand on his balls as she deftly massaged his balls whilst sucking his penis deeper into her mouth.

She withdrew his cock from her mouth and looked up at him, and his eyes shot open, disappointed that she had stopped. She smiled at him, filled her lungs with the intoxicating mixture of his musky masculine smell and the fragrance of his cologne, and then with a shiver of excitement, she resumed her oral worship of his throbbing phallus.

“Ohhh… yesssss Taylorrrrr,” Tim breathlessly moaned her name as he felt her soft, warm, and wet mouth engulf his length once again. Amidst the flexing of her thighs muscles, the squeezing of her soaking wet cunt, and the waves of pleasure that spread all over her, Taylor nursed his manhood.

She growled and dug her nails hard and deep into the flesh of his tight masculine butt cheeks as she feasted on his cock which seemingly continued to swell and fill her mouth, and reach even deeper down her throat.

‘Damn! If her mouth feels so good I wander what her pussy would feel like,’ he struggled to keep his thoughts coherent as each inch he fed her of his steely shaft took him deeper down her throat. He couldn’t hold back anymore but he wasn’t done yet, he grasped a fistful of her hair and then pulled back his cock.

Taylor was pleased that he was finally getting involved; she lifted her face and looked into his eyes. Looking down, he caressed her face and traced her jaw line and then whispered, “Ohhh your mouth feels so warm and good on my cock.”

Taylor grabbed his trembling thighs as though to still then as she took him back in her mouth. She sucked him back and forth, eager to take his length even deeper, but he was being careful and would only feed her shallow strokes.  He continued to look down at her, watching with growing excitement as his thick white meat disappeared between her sensuous red lips.

When he finally felt his head graze her tonsils and slide into her throat again, he thought he would ejaculate prematurely but Taylor was several steps ahead of him. She eased his cock out of her mouth and pressed the head with her thumb and index finger choking off his orgasmic rush with pressure to a point just under the neck of his shaft. She stroked his shaft loosely with her spittle serving as lubricant and then she licked the underside right down to his balls.

“Aghhh… Mmmm… he gasped and moaned just s she popped his nut into her mouth. She sucked on his testis in ways he never experienced before and then she let it out before taking the other nut in her mouth and treating it to some even more exciting pressure and tender caresses.

Tim’s cock was rock hard she hardly needed to hold it to keep it aimed at her mouth. She grasped his butt cheeks with both hands and pulled his hips towards her. His pointed cock slipped right through her open mouth and she resumed sucking him. She controlled the feed and she sent him deeper and deeper until he was once again in her throat.

She started to choke but held still for a moment to overcome the gag reflex and then she really took him deep in her throat. Her eyes watered and her mouth drooled but she kept going until she could hold the reflex no longer. She coughed and spluttered and by the time she had come away for a breath of fresh air, his entire length was covered in her spittle.

Taylor knew her young lover was ready as she was for the moment of truth. She rose to her feet and then pulled him to her in a warm embrace that left her rock hard nipples boring into his chiseled chest. She listened to his hard breaths for a moment and then she eased him around and pushed him into bed.

Tim got himself into position on his back, and Taylor promptly straddled his crotch. She looked into his sexy blue eyes and without breaking their locked gaze, she reached down and eased his throbbing cock into her dripping wet honey pot. “Aghhh,” she gasped out loud as his thigh length slid smoothly into her hungry hole.
She lowered herself aiming her pussy down on his cock; taking him in inch after delicious inch until she had completely impaled herself on his shaft. She sat tight for a moment and then she began to move up and down riding him with an increasing pace that left both of them moaning and groaning with pleasure undiluted.

Tim knew he shouldn’t be doing this; he was cheating on his fiancée Kathryn, but nothing in the whole world mattered at that point other than the pleasure he was feeling. The relief that would hopefully save his sanity from the inexplicably heightened libido that seemed to have engulfed him that evening.

He grabbed her by the ass, and then thrust his hips up to meet her crashing wet cunt. They traded thrusts and fucked wildly, and she started to tremble uncontrollably as she neared her climax. Through half open eyes he drank in the beauty of her bouncing breasts as they mirrored the frantic hip movements that sent her hurtling towards a mind blowing orgasm.

“Oh…Oh…..Oh fuck me harder… Mmmm… yessssssss so close…. So close…Aghhhhhhhhh!”
She moaned, and then screamed as she shuddered and climaxed forcing her inner walls tightly around his thrusting shaft.

He felt her glorious pussy walls kneading his hard shaft as he thrust faster and harder, knowing he was only a few paces in the wake of her orgasm.

“Aghhh... yes… don’t stop moving… please… so soon… close… yessssssss... Oh fuck… I’m … Aghhhrrrr….”

He tensed up and then grabbed her ass so tight his nails dug deep in her soft flesh as he shot his volley of ropy cum deep inside her twitching cunt.


The following morning, Tim was overcome with guilt and at breakfast he begged her to forget what had happened between them the previous night. He avoided direct eye contact with her as he nervously explained that he couldn’t be with her because he had a long term relationship with his fiancée, Kathryn Price to whom he was due to get married in just three months.

Taylor was hurt, but hardly surprised considering the underhand tactic she had to employ to get even the small victory of the previous night. ‘Thanks Mr. Blue Pill,’ she thought as she resolved that it would be best if she concealed her disappointment, and graciously played the good boss.

Taylor placed a hand on Tim’s and smiled reassuringly at him, “it’s alright Tim, I’m a big girl and you don’t have to worry about me. As for last night’s ah… encounter, it was fun and now it’s behind us. Remember, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, ok?”

Tim was glad she that she took it quite well, and when she teased him and encouraged him to tell her more about Kathryn, he proudly showed her a photo of his very pretty fiancée that he always carried in his wallet.
Being a master of subterfuge, Taylor enthusiastically smiled and showed keen interest as he talked glowingly about how they had met. She mentally filed away all relevant facts for later use. In the meantime however, she decided to encourage Tim to bring the delectable Kathryn to company social functions. She would be so sweet and nice to the couple whilst secretly plotting her next move.

When she subsequently attended the couple’s wedding, Taylor’s envy of the bride's luck, and her deep dark desire for the young and athletic groom was rekindled with a vengeance. She desperately needed him to become a frequent flier in her bed.

‘I don’t want to take him away from her, I just need him to satisfy my hunger for his young virile masculinity, he can fuck me when I need him and then go right back to loving his precious little wife.’ she mentally justified her unwholesome yearning in a twisted logic that made perfect sense in her own warped mind.

To be continued...