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Sex Story xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Mariah was my project manager at the company I was contracted to. She was in her early twenties, 5’6” tall and about 50 Kgs. She originated from Kenya and had come over to the UK to be with her boyfriend. She wore her dark hair to collar length. She was also very attractive. I on the other hand am nearing 50, 6’6” tall, short dark hair with tinges of grey and weigh in at getting on for double that of Mariah. My contract was some 200 miles from my home and so I stayed in a hotel during the week, going home just at weekends. After finishing my day’s work there’s very little else to do back at the hotel so I would usually stay at my desk and surf the net. Often left alone in the office I occasionally check out the web’s latest erotic stories. The day in question I’d just finished reading one of the day’s new romantic stories (Naomi’s Flake). My mobile phone rang, and as reception is very poor at my desk I walked to the kitchen area where reception was at its best. It was my agent on the line with various questions about extending my contact. Finally agreeing an increased rate I finished the call and returned to my desk. To my surprise Mariah was sitting on the desk watching my return. Glad to see that she was not looking at my computer, which still showed the story I’d been reading I sat in my chair and pushed it away from my desk. This meant that Mariah’s back was to my PC. ‘I didn’t know you were still here’ I said. ‘Obviously’ she replied ‘or you wouldn’t be reading that rubbish’ as she inclined her head towards the screen. ‘I must admit I’m surprised at you, visiting these porn sites.’ I don’t advertise the fact that I enjoy erotic writing but nor am I ashamed of it. ‘Its not porn its erotica,’ I said defensively. ‘Same thing.’ Mariah was obviously not convinced. ‘It is, only if you class anything to do with sex as porn,’ I said starting to enjoy the argument. ‘Is that how YOU define it?’ ‘No of course not’ she said indignantly, ‘what do you think I am? A prude’ As soon as she’d said it Mariah realised that that was exactly what she sounded. She smiled and ended ‘I do sound it don’t I?’ Mariah rarely smiled, at least not at work, but when she did it lit up the entire room. ‘A bit,’ I conceded, ‘seriously though. Have you ever read any erotica?’ ‘No. I just don’t like all that foul language.’ ‘Eroticism is in the mind,’ I argued, ‘you don’t need bad language to be erotic but equally the language of love, however crude, is nearly always erotic to some. Look I’ve just finished reading a story that I think you’ll like. Why don’t you read that and then decide?’ ‘I can’t do that. It’s not for women, and I’m engaged anyway.’ ‘What on earth has that got to do with it? In fact many couples use erotica to spice up their sex lives.’ I looked straight at Mariah and added ‘Assuming it needs additional spice’ Mariah nodded her head unconsciously confirming that hers maybe did. I continued. ‘Now look just read this and tell me what you think’. ‘I couldn’t possibly read it with you here.’ ‘Ok. I’ll go and make a brew and you can join me when you’re done.’ Without giving her chance to argue any more I turned and walked off to the kitchen. Ten minutes later Mariah had still not come into the rest area where I was lounging. I went to the door to check if she was still at my desk. She was sitting, with her back towards me, intensely studying the screen. Her right hand was on her lap and I hoped the story was stimulating her. It was a further fifteen minutes before she appeared, looking quite flushed. To give her chance to regain some composure I asked ‘Was that porn?’ ‘No. There was an odd swear word in it but it seemed right for the context.’ ‘Did it turn you on?’ I asked simply. Mariah now flushed bright red and did not answer. ‘Your face tells me that it did. I’m glad, which is what it’s supposed to do. Did it offend you?’ ‘No. How could a lovely story like that offend me?’ she asked in return. ‘What better definition of erotic writing do you want. Something that is not offensive but is a turn on both mentally and physically.’ ‘Do you think that that story is true?’ ‘I don’t know, probably, but even if not it’s almost certain to be based around a real event, I know my stories always are.’ ‘You write. Where do you get the ideas?’ ‘As I’ve just said, my stories are embellishments of real events. Do you fantasise?’ A little hesitancy but Mariah answered ‘Yes. Doesn’t everyone?’ ‘I certainly do. My fantasies are always about real people and start in actual situations I’ve been in. It’s the same for my stories.’ ‘What sort of events? I must admit most of my fantasies are about film stars.’ Mariah blushed again as she admitted this. Suddenly I made a decision. I’d liked Mariah since I’d started, as I liked many of the women in the company. I’d never seen her out of a trouser suit so I’d never been able to accurately judge her figure apart from her obvious slenderness. She was certainly beautiful and I found myself strongly fancying her. She was engaged though but that did not deter me. Normally I avoided office romances like the plague but I wanted her. I really wanted her. ‘A prime example of a story line is now.’ I said. I needed to know how she’d react. ‘What do you mean now?’ she asked but her expression showed that she had a good idea what I meant. ‘Up to now everything that has happened is fact, obviously. Well my story would use those facts up until I decided to enliven things.’ ‘You’d pretend it was one of the prettier white girls,’ she asked. I honestly didn’t know if she was serious or fishing for complements. I think the former. ‘Why on earth would I want to change the cast? Seems ideal to me.’ This brought yet another blush to Mariah’s pretty face.’ Why are you blushing?’ I asked, embarrassing her even more. ‘You must know that you’re extremely attractive and many other men would willingly take part in any erotic adventure with you in it’ It seemed that Mariah was not very good at receiving complements, her head went down and she refused to respond. Demur is the best description. ‘Would you like me to tell you how the story might unfold?’ I asked. After a long pause Mariah looked into my eyes and said ‘Yes.’ ‘Ok then. Don’t forget that normally I’d be writing the story myself and would therefore put words into your mouth and manipulating your body to suit the story. As you’re actually here I will use your input as we go along.’ ‘I’ll start by assuming that you did like the story you’ve just read. What did you like about it? Did you enjoy the build up or the sex scenes the most?’ ‘I think that the build up provided all the eroticism and I found myself eagerly anticipating the story. I was amazed at my reaction to the actual sex; although I’m sure without the build up it wouldn’t have had that effect on me.’ ‘You were wet,’ I stated before asking, ‘did you touch yourself?’ Mariah’s eyes had not left mine and there was little surprise at my question. ‘Yes. You knew of course?’ ‘I wasn’t certain but I hoped so. Did you come?’ I asked boldly. This time her eyes flickered, showing the question had caught her unawares, trying to give herself time to think she asked ‘What do you think?’ I took half a step forward and placed my hand on her trousers between her legs. Making a slow and deliberate movement I ran my finger up the length of her hidden pussy. I then put my finger to my nose and replied ‘Yes. I think you did.’ I’d not stopped to think of the consequences of my move but had acted on instinct. Although I’d removed my hand I hadn’t stepped back. I knew that this was the point of no return. From my point of view I’d given Mariah two options; to take offence and leave now with or without slapping me or to accept the intimacy and proceed accordingly. The decision was out of my hands. The next few seconds seemed like hours as she considered my intimate touch. She signalled her decision to stay by saying ‘Is it that obvious?’ I released my breath, only then realising that I’d been holding it, ‘Yes it’s very obvious, both from the sweet fragrance and the very damp patch around your pussy.’ I then put my finger into my mouth to taste her. This really shocked her and she almost screamed ‘That’s disgusting!’ It was my turn for surprise. Her reaction amazed me. ‘You’ve just read a story where the boy was licking a woman’s pussy. Why are you so shocked that I should want to taste you?’ ‘That story was just that; a story,’ she defended herself, ‘men don’t really do that. I know they like to make women do that to them but that’s different.’ This was definitely not proceeding to plan. As an engaged woman in her sexual prime I’d not expected Mariah’s reactions or her naïve reactions. I just hoped I could educate her. ‘You couldn’t be more wrong. Men that care about women, and unfortunately that’s not the majority, love the taste of a woman’s love juices.’ To emphasise my point I again ran my finger up the length of her pussy, slower this time and with a touch more pressure. I then placed my finger straight in my mouth, my face expressing my genuine pleasure. I’d also been looking at Mariah as I’d rubbed her sex. She obviously found it equally pleasurable. ‘That tastes fantastic and licking your pussy would be even better.’ ‘Is it really that good?’ she asked, her breathing now showing signs of arousal. I wasn’t certain whether she’d meant was it good for her or me so I answered both. ‘Many women get more pleasure from a man’s mouth that they do from his cock. And every good lover loves pleasing his partner. For me the taste of a woman is unique, a flavour even the best vintage wine can never hope to beat. Add this to the pleasure you can give to your partner and going down on your woman can be second to none. It’s certainly better than anything an unwilling, or should I say, unenthusiastic partner can do.’ ‘You don’t expect me to believe that. Every man I know would prefer a woman to suck his penis, however distasteful she found it, rather than him kiss her sex.’ ‘If that’s the case you know the wrong men.’ Deciding to end the discussion before it became a debate I kneeled in front of Mariah grasped her surprisingly firm buttocks and pulled her to me. I kissed her fabric-covered mound and pressed my tongue against her lips as I pulled her firmly against my face. This was achieved in one fluid movement giving Mariah no time to react other than to let out a low moan as my mouth made contact with her mound. I eased the pressure my hands were applying to her arse and was elated as Mariah kept up the pressure herself. This allowed my hands the freedom to roam. They caressed, stroked and squeezed her arse tracing every contour. They came around to feel her hips and my right hand discovered the button and zip that was supporting the trousers. I undid the button and slowly lowered the zip. The trousers were still held up by my left hand on her hip and my mouth on her pussy. I slid my right hand inside her trousers; under her blouse and onto the silk panties she wore. I moved my head from its deeply scented position in order to let the trousers fall to the floor. Mariah showed no sign of objection so I returned my mouth to its favoured position. Having only the silky smoothness of her flimsy panties covering her sweet pussy I let my tongue loose. It licked all over the soft silk, occasionally straying to the even softer skin at its edges. For someone who, only moments ago had thought this to be disgusting Mariah seemed to be deriving intense pleasure from my ministrations. An almost continuous murmur of pleasure emanated from her mouth and she was holding my head pushing it against her pubic mound. My hands had continued their exploration now caressing the firm flesh below the silken panties. The trousers around Mariah’s ankles limited my mouths actions too much so again I paused, this time to remove completely the trousers and the dainty panties. With Mariah now standing before me, naked below the waist. Her dark pubic hair was naturally sparse, just a thin heavy thatch leading down to meet her sexual lips. I loved the way the pink flesh of her pussy peeked out from the surrounding dark skin. I paused long enough to take in the beauty before me before moving to kiss her black hair. I used my hands now on the back of her thighs to persuade her legs further apart. This gave me full access to her swollen pussy. Now at last I could drink her unrestrained juices, lapping my tongue into every crevice of her sex. Once more her hands were at my head, more urgent this time, guiding me to where she wanted my attention. I had purposely avoided her clit in order to increase her desire. Finally I heeded her hands and moved my tongue to lick around her feminine organ. When at last I made contact with it Mariah jumped, let out a scream of ‘Oh YES’ and held my head tightly forbidding it to move away from this provider of her pleasure. I accepted the unspoken order and used my tongue and lips to bring Mariah to a sudden but loud and violent orgasm. As she came she moved her hips forward forcing my head back and so tight did she force my head against her it actually preventing me from breathing. During the minute or so it took her orgasm to subside I managed to move my head enough to breathe and also to take advantage of her orgasm and savour the come dripping from her pussy. Eventually Mariah stepped away from me to collapse onto a chair a few feet away. ‘You weren’t wrong. That was the most incredible orgasm in my life,’ she sighed. ‘Well don’t get too relaxed its not over yet,’ I said as I stood up and walked towards her. I was glad to see her wonderful smile reappear as she asked cheekily ‘Why? What else are you going to do to me?’ then the smile wilted as she saw me undo my trousers. ‘Or is it what you want me to do to you?’ she continued a little nervously. Kicking off my shoes I removed my trousers and stood in front of her. My very obvious erection thinly concealed below my boxers. These too, I removed, displaying my full if not particularly impressive cock. 5” at best it was a disappointment but it was the only one I’d got and it had given and received much pleasure over the years. I held my hand out to Mariah as I said simply ‘I’m going to fuck you.’ Instantly the shock of my vulgarity showed despite her belated attempts to hide it. As this was my intention I allowed myself a little grin. I positioned her on her knees and elbows with her knees far enough apart for me to kneel between. The view of her come soaked pussy waiting for me made me as hard as I’d ever been. Quickly kneeling down I held my cock to her wet pussy lips. I let its head just enter and receive a coating of warm lubricant. I then slid it between her lips up until it was rubbing against her clit. Immediately Mariah began her moaning which signified her pleasure. I then slid it back to her entrance, thrilled at seeing my hard white cock against her beautiful black pussy, before thrusting into her waiting body. Mariah emitted a long ‘Ohhh’ and pushed her hips back to meet me. Gripping those hips I began to thrust into her, feeling each of my thrusts forward met by a push back from Mariah. I leaned forward slightly and stretched my hand round her sweat soaked body to reach her clit. Similar to my first touch of this most sensitive of organs Mariah reacted strongly pushing back so hard I nearly lost my balance. After that initial reaction I continued stroking her clit as I pumped my hard cock into her receptive cunt. As my tempo increased I needed to balance myself better but did not want Mariah to go without the extra stimulation. To her dismay I moved my hand from her clit but instead of putting it back on her hip I reached for her hand. I held her hand and guided it to her clit. I held it until I was satisfied she would keep it there before starting to thrust as hard and as fast as I could. Mariah’s fingers were obviously better than mine for within a couple of minutes she was coming again. I slowed down mainly to maintain contact until I felt Mariah move her hand back to the floor. Quickly I upped the tempo again thrusting so hard into her wet cunt that I could feel my balls swinging and colliding with what I hoped was her clit. I managed to keep going for a further ten minutes before I felt myself ready to empty a load into Mariah. I let out a half strangled scream of ‘I’m coming.’ Mariah answered in similar vein ‘Not yet! Wait! Oh I’m nearly there. Somehow I managed to delay another thirty seconds before I thankfully heard Mariah literally scream ‘God! Now come inside me now. Oh YES let me feel you come.’ I didn’t need a second invitation and with a few caveman grunts felt my come spurt deep into Mariah’s demanding body. Again and again I felt the near painful release of coming as my thrusts slowly died down to a gentle swaying of my hips. I stayed in her body wanting to savour the moment until my soft cock yielded its position. It was a good ten minutes before either of us spoke but it was Mariah who broke the ice. ‘Why isn’t sex always that good?’ ‘It can be but it needs work. You enjoyed me fucking you’ I said emphasising the word “fuck”, ‘didn’t you?’ This time Mariah didn’t react but said ‘You need to ask?’ ‘No not really but what I’m trying to get at is that without me going down on you first the actually fucking would never has been as good. To be that good, and it was that good, your body, any woman’s body, needs to be relaxed and properly stimulated. Without you reading the story, without me sucking your pussy the sex, assuming it had ever happened, you’d probably thought of as dirty.’ ‘But now its EROTIC’ Mariah finished for me. I decided to leave the conversation on a note of promise, ‘Yes, if that’s how you feel when I fuck you, wait until we actually make love.’ I saw the look of shock on her beautiful face when the implications of my words registered. Comments and feedback please to the link below. |
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