The Collectors

[Miltone]

Ever since we’ve been kids most of us collect things, Hot Wheels, Barbies, Records & CDs, souvenirs from places we’ve been, even friends and lovers. The value might be personal or monetary but we collect stuff nonetheless. Please follow along as XTCNymphette and I tell a hot little sexy story about a pair of “collectors” …

OOC: Rich Parker is a successful young advertising executive. In his late twenties, he has the world by the balls. He is tall, dark and handsome and is quite used to having his way with the ladies; his charm and gift of gab combined with his muscular athletic physique and disarmingly clear blues eyes usually have them eating out of his hand—or his lap! Rich prides himself on being the first to “initiate” the new hires at his agency with his special “orientation” method. But his powers of seduction are about to be tested. Has he finally met his match?

IC: Rich twirled the lace panties around his finger. They were delicate, sheer, white, and expensive looking, decorated with the finest floral embroidery he had ever seen. Size extra small. Trista was a petite girl, he thought and the panties had looked so sexy on her when he had lifted the hem of her skirt. The tiny triangle panel was barely enough to cover the mound of her shaven pussy and the skimpy strings that ran up over her hips had strained to keep her modestly covered. What modesty? Rich grinned. Trista had tried to pull them down, but he had insisted on feeling her through the sheer silken fabric until it was drenched with the moisture of her arousal and she was begging him to fuck her with his fingers, his tongue, his thick old cock.

Young girls were like that, especially when they were celebrating their eighteenth birthday. Rich had only been too willing to oblige her but of course he acted like the perfect gentleman, introducing her to the delights of adult lovemaking right there on the conference room table, slowly and gently taking his time at first before climaxing in a fierce flurry of furious heart stopping fucking that left her trembling in his arms, their bodies sweaty and spent. And now he fingered her panties, his mandatory souvenir of conquest, and another addition to his collection. Her damp scent still permeated the light silk material as he brought it to his nose for inspection. Mmm, sweet and not even a trace of blood. He tossed them into his desk drawer when he heard footsteps drawing near to the door of his office.

“Say, Rich, you have your lineup set for the league this weekend?” asked Anthony, the young bespectacled copywriter whose team Rich was playing in fantasy football. “Minnesota has a bye this weekend and you’ll have to start someone in place of Culpepper.”

“Yeah, I know,” Rich laughed. “Guess I’ll have to start Trent Green.”

“Tell you what, I’ll trade you Aaron Brooks for Culpepper.”

“Yeah, right!” Rich laughed. He wasn’t the greatest football fan and found Anthony’s extreme interest amusing if not a bit annoying. Rich found the thoughts of the dainty white lace panty lying on top of the pile in his desk drawer far more interesting than a boring discussion of fantasy league football. As their talk continued, Jay, one of the graphic artists in Creative, joined them. It didn’t take long for the conversation to turn in a different direction.

“Have you guys seen the new little cutie in accounting?” Jay asked excitedly.

“The little brunette with the cute little butt?” Anthony asked rhetorically. “Su-weeeet!”

“Yeah, that’s the one!” Jay replied. “She is sooo hot!”

“I know, I know,” Rich said nonchalantly, pulling open his bottom desk drawer and retrieving the dainty white panties. “Smell ‘em and weep!” He tossed the panties at Jay who fondled them and then took a sniff. “What can I say, guys? It was her birthday … the least I could do to help her celebrate!”

“You dog!” Jay said. “You fucking dog!”

“When did this happen?” Anthony asked as Jay passed the panties to him.

“This morning just before coffee break—actually before, during and after coffee break.”

“You lucky son-of-a-bitch!” Jay groaned. “You’re always first to get the new ones!”

“Not always,” Anthony said as he tossed the panties back to Rich. “There was Sweet Aliese in photography …”

“But she was here less than a month,” Rich retorted.

“And the rumor was she liked girls,” Jay added with a chuckle.

“That wouldn’t have mattered,” Rich shot back confidently. There was little a girl could do once he turned on the charm.

“Then there’s that sexy little thing up on Mahogany Row,” Anthony remarked, referring to the corridor of richly paneled offices belonging to the senior officers of the company. “What about her?”

“I’ve heard something about her, but haven’t seen her in action,” Rich replied. He remembered hearing about a new hire up there a couple months before. Grace Something or other was her name. But with a huge work schedule for a few important Christmas campaigns, Rich had been too busy to see her … but now that Anthony had brought it up, that situation was going to change. “She’s some sort of cute little fox from what I’ve heard.”

“Oh, she is, man,” Anthony said adoringly. “I saw her going out to lunch with the Big Boys last week, hottest little thing, skinny, blonde, blue eyes, perfect body, and the absolutely sexiest smile!”

“Sounds like you’re in love, Tony,” Rich joked.

“Nah, Anthony dismissed defensively.

“I heard,” Jay said softly, leaning into the room, “I heard that they hired her to ‘entertain’ clients, you know? They kind of keep her under wraps for when the big shooters visit.”

“Who’s she work for?” Rich asked.

“Peters or McDonough I think,” Jay answered. “One of those big wig VPs up in management.

“I’d have thought you’d have a line on her already,” Anthony cracked. “You must be losing your touch.”

“I’ve been so busy I just haven’t gotten up there lately,” Rich said, knowing that anything he said would sound like an excuse. And he never needed excuses. “I actually have been busy keeping my own clients happy. But sounds like I need to tour the upper management offices more often.”

Anthony and Jay laughed and were about to move away when Kate, an assistant to one of the other account executives strolled by. A tall and slender blue-eyed girl with honey colored hair and a gorgeous and generous rack, Kate knew that every pair of male eyes was following her everywhere she went. Her silk blouses were always snug and her skirts tastefully short, and the way her hips swayed as she walked down the hall put a bulge in every man’s pants. She paused and grinned at Rich.

“Are we still on for lunch, today, Ritchie?” she asked.

“We sure are … Katie,” Rich replied with his legendary smile beaming and his clear blue eyes twinkling. “Are we eating in or eating out today?”

“I brought something special from home and thought we could, you know, eat in today. Is that all right with you?”

“Sounds great,” Rich answered. “I’ll drop by your office around noon.”

“Kay,” Kate cooed. She gave him a little finger wave and then turned on her high heels and continued down the hall. Jay and Anthony both watched the sweet shuffle of her legs through the slit in the back of her short skirt until she had turned the corner and disappeared. Then they turned back to Rich.

“Ritchie? Katie?” Jay laughed out loud.

“So what’s going on? You shagging her too?” Anthony asked eagerly.

“We’re just, um … very good friends, that’s all,” Rich said.

“Good friends, my ass!” Anthony replied.

“Eating in??!!” Jay cracked up. “That means you eating her out, right?”

“You know the code, a gentleman never eats and tells,” Rich remarked. “But I will say this, the girl is not a natural blonde.”

Anthony and Jay laughed and shuffled off to their own offices. Rich tossed Trista’s delicate white panties back onto the pile in his drawer and closed it. He got up and glanced outside his window as he liked to do when thinking. For an obvious reason his thoughts weren’t of her, his most recent conquest, but of this new challenge in the executive suite. He strode around his desk and paused to check out his reflection in the decorative mirror behind the supple leather couch. Dark curly hair was perfect, eyes twinkling blue, complexion healthy and lightly tanned, shoulders broad and waist narrow, his blue Yves St. Laurent suit fit his muscular physique flawlessly. Rich grinned as he moved toward the door and down the hall toward the executive suites. His reputation was on the line and he was going to have to conduct a little research along Mahogany Row ...

 

[xtcnymphette]

Grace and the Boss

Elliott sat in the darkening boardroom, all of his employees had left for the usual Friday night drink at the pub but he had good reason to remain. Yesterday Grace his recently promoted employee and him had been returning from a meeting where she had charmed a fortune in new business from a new client and he had become noticeably aroused as they drove back to the office in his car. He couldn’t help it, he thought. Her long shapely legs distracted him and the shortness of her skirt revealed her red satin panties, which she made no attempt to adjust. He thought about how he had ended up here waiting for her in the dark feeling more excited about what she would do when she arrived.

Everyone loved Grace, he thought, there was something about her that made even the women like her. Despite her stunning looks and razor sharp intellect, Grace made people feel special, as if being with you gave her pleasure. She was no angel though, Grace knew that she could get anything she wanted and she was extremely ambitious. At 25 to be the senior marketing consultant of a busy advertising company was no mean feat.

Elliott ran the image of her through his mind feeling his cock firm in his pants as he did. She was, a delicious piece of eye candy with something for everyone, a willowy blond, slender and curvaceous. Long shapely legs that were constantly on display in her multitude of tight fitting mini skirts and dresses. The kind of firm round pert buns that he could have spent an eternity covering in kisses and that would have been enough. She had a delightfully slender waist and the sweet flat tummy and cute navel provided many moment of lustful gazing when she chose to wear her hipster skirts and bare midriff. Most of the younger men in the office were completely entranced by her tits. They weren't really big perhaps 36C but they were exquisitely shaped, beautifully proportioned and firm. They also spent their time peeking over low cut tops cupped by bras that accentuated their perfect shape and clenched them into a luscious cleavage. Sometimes when she wore a tight sweater you could see the delectable outline of her thick nipples. All this was crowned by silky honey blonde hair in a short bob that accentuated her slender neck and a face that looked young enough to be an adolescent- petite and angelic. Big deep blues eyes, tiny button nose, a long sensuous neck and full red lips. Her voice too had a child like excitement about it and her enthusiasm was so infectious no one could help feeling special when they were in her company.No wonder he was excited.

Yesterday as they entered the car park she leaned across and whispered in his ear, “ Is that for me?” and she began to stroke his hardening erection through his suit pants. “ Because if it is then I have a confession to make… I’m horny too… feel!” And with that she took his hand and guided it under what little hem remained of her skirt to her red satin bikini panties. He felt the wetness fill them as he touched the soft shiny satin gusset and pressed an outline of her folds until he found her sensitive areas and she began to emit tiny moans and pant excitedly. She let go of his hand and returned to caressing his cock and panted breathily in his ear. “Make me cum, I’m so horny for you.” She erupted in orgasm in what seemed like a few moments and began kissing him excitedly as his dexterous fingers danced across her ever-dampening panties. Her own fingers traced teasing outlines with her fingernails over his bulging cock held tightly inside his pants.

She came several times easily and violently each time seeming more excited. “She loved it,” he thought. After her third climax in as many minutes she stopped and guided his hand away and slid her panties off smiling at him.

“ We haven’t got time to fuck today so I want to do something for you now and then we can have more time together tomorrow.”She sighed breathily. Unzipped his cock and circled his throbbing cock with her free hand, wrapped the shiny red satin panties around her hand like a glove and began masturbating him.Elliott knew he was hopelessly on the edge of cumming himself as her expert fingers stroked his cock slowly then rising to a frenzy. He reached out desperately to touch her tits and take advantage of her wet mouth as she kissed him as frantically as her fingers were moving up and down his distorted shaft.

As the long pre orgasm moan filled his throat she stopped kissing him and bobbed her head down to take the tip of his cock in her wet mouth and the moment her lips enveloped his shaft he almost passed out and shot a huge load into her willing mouth. She swallowed hard and then wiped the residue with the red satin panties and returned to kiss him.

She slid his cock back into his pants and tucked the panties inside his shorts and zipped him in. “ Leave those there until tomorrow, I want to wear them when you fuck me.” With that she adjusted her skirt over her naked ass and got out of the car. “ I‘ll call you and we can meet in the boardroom after work. I’ve always wanted to fuck you in the boardroom. And in case your wondering I think tomorrow will be a panty free day for me.”
All day at work he was excited by the knowledge that Grace was wearing a short skirt and no panties. It drove him mad thinking about it.
She had rung him at 5 o’clock and masturbated while she talked to him telling him what they would do when they met that night.

Now Elliot was so hard he could barely contain himself. He unzipped his pants and examined his already fully erect cock, then removed the sexy little pair of bikini panties. He lifted them to his nose to inhale the scent of her sweet pussy. He felt the stiff cum stains from her sensational satin glove hand job. He glanced at the clock as the minute hand clicked into the upright position. Like his cock the clock was fully erect and knew it was time.

Grace loved this feeling more that anything. The moment of absolute power where a man desired her more than anything. She had enjoyed teasing him all day with ‘almost’ glimpses of her naked ass. She had cum wildly when she called him and told him what they would do. Coming up the elevator to Elliot’s office she was conscious of how wet she was. Dribbles of her excitement trickled down her inner thigh unrestrained by panties.

When she arrived at the reception office she unbuttoned her jacket and left it in hanging on a chair. She opened the door and as she walked towards the darkened shadow at the head of the long Teak table she removed the red camisole that matched the panties Elliott held in his hands. She kissed him once as he stood to greet her then turned around and leaned back against him. “Help me with my bra will you.”

Elliot felt her sweet ass press against his hopelessly stiff cock and fumbled with the fasteners to let her bra fall away. He immediately clutched her from behind and reveled in caressing her fulsome firm breasts, feeling the nipples grow excitedly under his touch. He kissed her neck as she ground back against him. She unzipped her skirt and wriggled free of it. She was naked except for her hi heels. “ Give me the panties darling I want you inside me soon.” She panted.

Elliot handed her the panties and she made a display of putting them on seductively and slowly-strip tease in reverse. When she finished she smiled and he took her in his arms and they kissed and fondled excitedly like school children on a first date. He explored every smooth curve teased every available crevice and kissed her with an urgency he had never felt before.

Grace bent over the boardroom table, her legs seductively parted, the red satin panties stretched across her delightful ass. Elliott hastily removed his pants and came up behind her. “I can’t resist doing this,” he murmured, and he knelt behind her and covered her panty-clad ass in kisses and lanced his tongue into her ass hole and pussy as he stretched the panties aside. Grace enjoyed the attention and immediately began moaning appreciatively. In a few moments she was squirting with excitement and cumming wildly. “ Fuck me now!” she screamed in between squeals of pleasure.

Elliot stood behind her his cock poised to enter her and slid her panties aside and teased her moist folds with the tip. Almost without thinking he plunged deep inside her pumping his over excited cock into her. She leaned forward as he thrust deep into her and kissed her sensuous neck and fondled her delectable tits pinching her nipple biting her neck in passion as he continued to slam his cock in her. She begged, moaned, and urged him to fuck her harder and deeper with a wild and ecstatic yells.

Grace loved that first moment when an over excited cock split her folds and stretched her super tight cunt walls apart and slid inside her deep. She loved to feel his balls slap her as she writhed ecstatically. The truth was Grace loved cock inside her more than anything and it was the time she was most powerless. That was why she resisted fucking until a man was totally enchanted by her. Elliot slid one hand from her tit inside her panties and began masturbating her as he continued to thrust wildly into her. Her climaxes became so frequent she was permanently orgasming. His cock had swollen beyond recognition and her pussy contracted around him squirting and dribbling wetness. The pleasure was unbearable and Elliott began to cum like seizure. He thrust deep inside her felt the tightness contract around him in sympathetic throbs. He clutched her nipple pinching hard as her cupped her breast roughly. The fingers inside her panties seemed to trigger orgasms effortlessly. Then he felt like he’d whited out with pleasure as he exploded deep inside her feeling each thick sticky shot like a bullet in slow motion aimed at her core.

They both collapsed over the table and it was some time before either had the courage to move in case the pleasure abated. They were roused from their bliss by a sound and a light in the hallway outside, a cleaner perhaps or security checking the locks. The door they thought they had closed was ajar as if someone had been peering thought it. Grace and Elliott gathered their clothing and re dressed. Grace removed her panties once more and left them with Elliott after wiping both their organs with them. “Keep these to remind you how good it is to have me on staff and when you are looking at my new salary agreement.”

Elliott knew nothing was for nothing with Grace. He would be sure to raise her salary as soon as possible; her thanks would be as enjoyable as her invitation. He pocketed the panties and they both left the office at discreet intervals.

Grace felt proud of herself. In a few short months she had managed to climb to the top of this company and increase her status and salary. As always she had effectively used her body as bait as reward and as a tender trap to get what she wanted.

Still what she really wanted was a guy who she wanted as much as they all wanted her. Maybe now was the time to start thinking about her rather than career. Beside there were lots of cute guys below the management and client level she fancied. What about the cute guy in the floor below that all the other women raved about and many of them swooned over. She had seen him seduce the 18 year- old assistant. She had told just about everyone in the girl’s bathroom she was going to let him take her virginity. Hmmm maybe he would be her next lover. She needed a challenge she thought. Grace collected men's desires like some people collected trophies for winning races. Grace always won desire and absolute passion.

 

[Miltone]

Rich Parker

The last few days of the week, Rich took advantage of every opportunity to meander through the hallways of Mahogany Row looking for The Girl. It became a kind of quest for him. Jay and Anthony had clearly thrown down the gauntlet in a gesture seconded by every other young guy in the company. Rich knew that rumors had begun to fly regarding who his next conquest would be, who would be the next donor to his legendary panty collection. He even imagined that a few were making odds on whom it would be and his chances of successfully scoring.

On Thursday he finally collected a sighting. Grace was standing with a group of clients and big shots gathered in the reception atrium before leaving for what must have been an important luncheon meeting. With the noontime sun high and just behind her, backlighting her figure through the light fabric of her dress, Rich was stunned. This was his first real good look at her and it was spectacular.

She was a willowy blonde, trim but curvaceous with long shapely legs that were gorgeously displayed by her short but finely tailored dress. Grace possessed a beautiful high round ass topped by a slim waist and a sensational pair of tits. Her breasts weren't big; they were simply perfect, firm and sculpted to fit his hands as if custom chiseled. And then there was her hair, short and luminescent, lush and silky honey blonde, which framed her young and innocent face in sheer perfection. But what did he notice most of all? Her big blue eyes that figuratively—no, literally—lit up the room eclipsing the flood of sunshine that filled the atrium as she glanced from one person to the next. Had her eyes caught sight of him as he passed through the room? He was tempted to look back but instead continued on his way.

From the chatter echoing down the hall, it sounded like there was some big business to be made with the clients and she was in the mix of it. On his travels he decided to stop in a visit Mary Finster, the cute but shy little gal in personnel whom he had “oriented” a couple years before. They had dated a few times off and on since but once she had more or less attached herself to a more or less permanent boyfriend, Mary and Rich had settled comfortably into being buddies, nothing more. Besides, she was always a good source of tips on the new hires.

“So tell me, sweet Mary, what’s the gig on the new girl up front?” Rich asked as he settled his buns onto the corner of Mary’s desk. He picked up the ceramic Eeyore figurine and examined it closely for a moment.

“You must mean Grace,” Mary chuckled, leaning toward him flirtatiously. “I figured that you’d be coming around asking about the likes of her.”

“So what can you tell me?”

“She’s not all that new, you know,” Mary began. She looked up at Rich with her shyly sweet but sexy little grin. “Hired in April as an executive assistant to Elliott Peters. Bagged two promotions so far and is now an junior account executive, still working for Peters.”

“Likes, dislikes, boyfriends?”

“Lots of likes, in case you haven’t noticed already,” Mary laughed as she leaned back in her chair and eyed Rich. “Likes everybody, and everybody likes her. Likes to wear her skirts short and her tops tight. Likes expensive designer fashions—but then she’s the only one in this place who can do them justice. Her collection of belly rings is nearly legendary. Likes men of all sorts, employees, clients, anyone whom she takes a fancy to. If someone ever wrote the ‘sleep your way to success’ book, she has the annotated copy signed by the author.” Mary leaned toward Rich as if to impart a great secret. “Rumor is, she has a thing for McDonaugh.”

“Get out!” Rich exhaled with a laugh. “That balding old fuck with a gut to match!”

“Sounds like you’re just the least bit jealous, Ritchie,” Mary chided. “But after all that is just a nasty rumor.”

“Nah, I’m not jealous,” Rich denied. “Just doing my homework, that’s all … so, umm … what else?”

“No dislikes that I’ve heard of and no boyfriends either,” Mary went on, leaning back again in her chair. “Has a terrific apartment in the Carlysle Towers, dislikes noisy and abusive people, enjoys Cosmos, pussy cats, and long walks on the beach.” She laughed. “I made that last part up,” she giggled.

“Sounds pretty interesting, hon,” Rich said, laughing along with Mary.

“Keep me posted,” Mary remarked. “I like to keep my scorecard up to date.”

When Mary rocked back in her chair again and laughed, Rich watched as her small firms breasts jiggled beneath the plush silk of her blouse and he remembered their lunchtime liaison a couple years before when they had closed the door and explored each other’s body voraciously.

“So how’re things going with you and Greg these days?” Rich asked.

“Great, really great. We’re going to his uncle’s place in the country for the weekend.”

“Nice, nice,” Rich said, setting Eeyore down amid Mary’s collection of Pooh collectibles and slipping his butt off her desk. “I’m happy for you, Mary. Really I am.”

“I know,” Mary sighed. “You’re a good, decent guy, despite everything they say about you. Good luck with Grace!”

“Thanks, babe,” Rich chuckled and grinned. Then with a wave he was off.

Although Rich made a few extra trips to that part of the building, he didn’t see Grace the rest of the working day nor the next. In fact, the next day, Friday, had been totally frantic with some major damage control having to be generated when an important trade-show display for his most influential client was about to blow up because of some ticky-tacky trade union hang-up. Rich managed to push the entire project back up onto the tracks but found himself well after hours finishing up the rest of his workload.

“So Rich, you coming to the pub tonight? Big doings, you know,” Jay asked on his way out.

“Nah, gotta finishing mopping this up,” Rich replied, fiddling with the renderings and sketches strewn across his desk. “Maybe next week.”

“S’right,” Jay mumbled and went on his way. “Just don’t know what you’re missing.”

Rich grinned as Jay moved on down the hall. Nearly three hours later, Rich figured he was the last one lingering around the office, realized how tired he was, and decided to head home. He didn’t need a drink at the pub, he was ready to pass out the moment his head hit the pillow. But during his slumping shuffle to the front door, he noticed a few lights burning down the luxurious hallway of Mahogany Row. Kind of unusual for them to be burning the midnight oil, he thought. They always left real early on Fridays, or so he had always thought. Maybe someone had forgot to extinguish the lights.

So it was that Rich went to the entrance of the hallway and reached for the light switches to shut down the lights. But as he went to flip the row of levers, he heard some noises coming from the general direction of the executive conference room. Voices it sounded like. Maybe there’s a late night planning session going on, he thought and nearly turned on his heel and left.

But then what he heard next didn’t sound like executives hashing out the strategy for copping some new lucrative business. Far from it. There were two voices, one deep and indistinct and decidedly male, the other high and soft and feminine, and it didn’t sound at all like business that they were discussing. Rich chuckled. Maybe someone’s getting lucky in the teak paneled confines of the executive conference room. The discreet part of him was ready to turn and leave, but the curious part wondered which personalities were involved. The curious part won out. Besides one never knew what might come out of such a strategic bit of intelligence as this promised.

Rich walked slowly and noiselessly down the carpeted corridor toward the conference room. The prairie styled sconces lining the passage shed their warm amber light. The door was slightly ajar, just a crack, and Rich paused for a moment now that he could hear the voices more distinctly.

“Give me the panties, darling … I want you inside me soon,” spilled the female voice through the split of the conference room double doors. Rich’s head tilted quizzically. His curiosity fully aroused, he leaned in toward the door and peered through the crack. Once his eyes focused on the silhouettes in the room, Rich gasped. There was Elliot Peters reaching toward … Rich had to push against the door to part it enough to see who the girl was. Must be Alisa Hendrickson, he thought. She was such a slut and everyone knew she was looking to screw her way to the top. But then his eyes caught sight of Elliot's partner and he gasped again, a short deep exhale that brought him short of wind.

Fuck! It’s Grace! Rich took a deep breath. She was pulling up a pair of red satin panties and fitting them to her spectacular ass. Otherwise wearing just a pair of thigh highs and high heels, she leaned back against Elliot who took her hungrily into his arms and fondled her lush gorgeous body ravenously. Of all the fucking goddamned luck! Elliot? Shit, he had only gotten where he was because of being the son of the senior partner’s best friend. Besides, he was older and married and not all that good-looking. But as Grace fell into his embrace and they kissed, Rich didn’t bother about Elliot Peters. His eyes were drawn to Grace.

She offered her body to Peters, letting him freely feel up her belly, ass, and tits. Just watching that other pair of hands capture the perfectly firm breasts made him wish they were his hands. He felt his own body respond as he watched Grace lean forward and bend over the conference room table. Elliot did exactly what Rich himself would have done, he dropped his trousers and pressed in for the kill. Dropping to his knees, Elliot said something about resisting, then pulled her panties aside and buried his face between her ass cheeks. Either Elliot was a pretty accomplished lover or Grace was a terrific actress. Whatever the case, Rich watched them, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him. He couldn’t believe the sight of Grace, tossing her head back and fro, her short blonde hair swirling about her head, her body arching and swaying, her voice a seductive series of whimpers and moans and soft screams.

“Fuck me now!” she commanded in a voice that was soft and feminine and ripe with lust. “Fuck me, Elliot!”

Like a good boy, Elliot stood up and moved in close behind her. With a quick thrust of his hips, he pushed forward and Grace gasped. Rich had never seen such a wanton display of sexual surrender until he saw Grace receive Elliot. She bent forward, resting on her elbows and began to rock back and forth, meeting every thrust of Elliot’s with a fully impassioned response. Her perfect breasts bobbed and swayed tantalizingly as she fucked him, her voice calling out to Elliot, urging him to fuck her harder and faster and deeper.

Although Rich felt his own cock grow hard and thick from watching this couple having some admittedly great sex, he resisted more than a quick clutch and rub of his own sex. Rich had always been much more of a doer than a watcher, not much of one to wank off while watching porn even, yet he was captivated by the sight of Grace screwing this guy. Hell, he wanted to be that guy. No, better yet, he wanted to have that girl. He knew that he could do everything about this scene so much better. And watching the way she fucked, the superb energy and supreme feeling, Rich knew that he had to have her, not just fuck her like Elliot was, but possess her, own her. Shit! He would trade all of the reckless liaisons in his past for a meaningful relationship with this lanky blonde beauty.

That realization caught him short just about the time that her languid sensual writhing reached a sensational peak. Sure, he saw Elliot’s wrinkled hairy ass clench up tightly as the old fuck must have started shooting off his load, but Grace fascinated him as she exploded in a wild thrashing orgasm. She wasn’t an actress. This wasn’t a game. This was the real thing for her. Rich knew that for sure. As the two entwined fuckers—that’s what they were, as opposed to lovers—collapsed onto the table, Rich began to back away from the door. He had seen enough. Then he stumbled against one of the planters that flanked the doorway, turned hurriedly and fled down the corridor.

He sat in his car for a moment or two, collecting his wits and his breath, before pulling out into traffic. As he thought over what he had seen, it seemed like the image of Elliot Peters was fading and all that remained was Grace, her supple sexy body bent over the conference table, her red satin panties stretched across her spectacular ass, her pretty face flushed and uplifted with passion, and her voice calling out, “Fuck me, now! Fuck me hard! Fuck me!” In his mind, Rich could easily see himself with her, he could taste her body, feel the heat of her arousal, and hear the urgent call of her voice for him.

Then Rich took a deep breath, brushed that all lush sexual imagery aside, and drove down to the popular pub to join the others. He needed that drink or two after all. Jay greeted him with warm surprise and bought his first drink. For the rest of the evening, Rich was decidedly distracted by what he had seen, but maintained his reputation by flirting shamelessly and provocatively with the new girl from Accounts Receivable. Within a few minutes, the sweet but inebriated girl was draped on his arm and eating out of his hand. But as energizing as a good hot fox hunt was, Rich strangely found himself feeling bored and mingled among some of the earliest dropouts edging toward the door to leave.

“What’s the matter, baby?” the girl said, clinging tightly onto his arm. “Aren’t you having a good time?”

“I’m having a great time,” Rich said continuing to drift toward the door. He glanced casually into her large doe brown eyes that were drinking in his every move and reaction. “Just been a long day and I really need to head home to bed.”

“Then take me with you,” she replied. The girl swept her hands down along her skinny body. “I don’t take up much room.”

For a moment Rich was going to push the girl away, but instead took her hand and led the way to his car. After a quick drive back to his place, they rode the elevator up to his high-rise apartment and were soon sprawled across the plush satin comforter, their clothes thrown off in their rush to get naked. The girl fellated him like a pro, licking and sucking him to an impressive size before straddling him and riding him with her skinny willing young body. Through it all, Rich kept thinking of Grace and tried to imagine that the drunken and enthusiastic young girl fucking him was really her. Nah, Grace would be better, he just knew that. Ever the gentleman, Rich made sure that the girl came at least twice before he pulled out and shot his load onto her proud pointy little tits.

But even as they lay together afterwards and the girl dozed off, Rich was plagued by the wanton image of Grace bent over the conference room table, her long shapely legs spread, her voice crying out, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” He disentangled himself from the girl and rose up from the bed, moving toward the windows. The thought of Grace begging him to fuck her brought a new life to his manhood and he throbbed with desire for her. Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, baby, he thought as he looked out toward the Carlysle Towers several blocks away in the distance. I’m going to have you, little Miss Grace … one way or the other … and neither one of us is gonna forget it! Then he slipped back to bed and lay wide awake ruminating over his plan of action, even as the girl awoke and rolled over drowsily to take his cock in hand and begin to suck …

 

[xtcnymphette]

Grace slid into the seat of her BMW sports feeling extremely pleased with herself. The line between business and pleasure had been well and truly blurred over the recent weekend. She was conscious of the soreness beneath her pink floral panties as her customary short skirt rode up to reveal them while she snapped in her seat belt and started the engine. Harrison Mane was a fifty three year old millionaire CEO of a chain of boutique brewing companies. She had been courting his advertising account for a few weeks now and had thrown herself into extreme tease mode to snare him. She had even researched his sexual likes finding he was addicted to extreme tease role-plays, petite teenage girls and virgins. With her angelic, petite features and the right clothing Grace looked every inch the seething teen virgin and after a dozen or so outrageously flirty encounters with Harrison he had invited her to spend the weekend with him on his yacht, and so dressed in a figure hugging white dress and tiny diaphanous white silk underwear she spent the weekend with him.

Grace backed out of the garage and drove to work with the memories of her weekend still flooding her mind. She had teased him to extremes all right; they had petted like teenagers for close to 24 hours without allowing him to touch her anywhere. She was sure Harrison had cum in his pants at least once. When she let him touch her she kept her clothing on and he ravished her for hours bringing her to so many orgasms that the endorphins flooding her brain became the norm. When she first touched his distorted and aching cock her clumsy virginal attempts at relieving his tension brought him to the brink of explosion time and time again and then stopped. When he finally came he shot a load all over her and shivered with desire rocked to his core.

It had been 36 hours before Grace shyly removed all of her clothing and allowed him to view her exquisite body. Grace trembled as she recalled how good it felt when he began to worship her body covering every inch of skin with his kisses, suckling her hard nipples fondling her firm ass and breasts. They both trembled with joy as her sucked her clit through her flimsy white panties and her orgasms became as regular as her moans and breathless cries.

When she finally spread her legs and let Harrison pull her panties aside to plunge his obscenely distorted organ into her aching pussy he did so with the kind of gentleness that virgins expect. Grace smiled at her ability to control her pelvic floor muscles and make herself impossibly tight. This was what the head of Harrison’s cock encountered as he pushed into her gently. Grace could turn on tears mingling pain and joy that legitimised the fantasy of her virgin status. Once deep inside her she exploded in a series of mind numbing orgasms, raking his back with her long pink fingernails leaving parallel lines of passion etched in his back. From that moment of they fucked like wild animals crazed with desire. Harrison slammed into her from every possible angle and in position. Grace teased and rode him bringing him to an orgasm so violent he almost passed out.

They had slept fucked some more and then docked by late Sunday evening and Grace returned to her apartment to rest for work. The Mane Brewing account would be the largest account the company had ever had and all she had to do was visit today to secure the contract. The weekend was pleasure and now it was time for business.

Grace drove into the company car park and as she alighted from the car and smoothed her black mini skirt over her legs she felt the unmistakeable male gaze. She could always sense when she was being looked at. She was looked at most of the time. As she closed the car door and walked with her briefcase to the elevator she noticed the cute guy she had thought about on Friday evening and his friend ogling her from the other side of the car park. Grace broke into the kind of walk that she knew would drive them wild and then stopped at the elevator and called out.

“ Hey are you guys wanting the elevator too?” She held the doors open and they both hurried to share the ride with her.

“So, your Grace aren’t you?” Richard said turning up his charm level to maximum thrust. “ Did you have a good weekend?”

Grace smiled and let them both scan her lithe form, sensing their eyes pass over her long shapely legs, linger a bit too long on the cleavage in her low cut white silk blouse and gaze lustfully at her perfectly rounded ass highlighted by the tight black skirt she wore.

“ I had a great weekend thank you. You guys look like you may have had a few too many beers though.” She was joking but the truth was they both did look like the weekend showed in their faces.
“Actually seeing as how drinking beer seems to be something your experts in I’d really like one of you to come out with me later today to work on the Mane Brewery account. I can clear it with the Boss!”

A plan was forming in Grace’s head She would choose the other guy, not Richard it would drive him out of his mind knowing he was spending the day in the car with her. Predictably Richard answered first, she knew he would. He was so cute she could see why half the women in the company had slept with him, and by all accounts he was as good in bed as his handsome good looks promised.

“ I’m the expert when it comes to beer and escorting ladies, so I’d be glad to come with you I can clear my desk and be ready in an hour. Just get me the brief so I can prepare.” Richard was always so sure of himself, cocky even but women loved him for it. He was witty, bright and sensitive and as his friends testified basically a really nice guy.

Richard’s friend Anthony looked understandably dejected.

“You’re a copywriter aren’t you Anthony? I’d really like to take you along actually because I want some snappy lines first off to synch this deal. Do you think you could come up with some for me if I email you the details and I’ll come and pick you up in about an hour.” Anthony looked like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. He beamed beneath his dorkish spectacles and his face reddened with embarrassment. All he could do was nod and stammer a “Yeah sure Grace, I’ll get on it right a way.”

“ I’ll send you the kind of briefs I know you can handle a little later OK Richard.” She teased him. Richard didn’t know what to say he wasn’t use to women with that kind of resistance to his charms nor women who were that damned clever. He wanted her more than ever. The elevator doors opened on Grace’s floor and Richard and Anthony who had both forgotten to get out at their own floor watched Grace’s shapely body walk toward her office before returning to the lower floor that housed their offices. The elevator was filled with Grace’s enchanting scent and both of them returned to the office in silence thinking wild thoughts about what Grace had said to them. Anthony was nervously trying to come up with catchy copy undispersed with thoughts of what it would be like to touch or be touched by Grace. Richard tried to imagine what kind of ‘briefs’ Grace wore underneath her expensively tailored skirt.

The hour between the encounter in the elevator and Grace’s arrival at their office was filled with feverish activity and when she calmly walked down the aisle between the office areas smiling and greeting friends and acquaintances. Anthony was already trembling with anticipation and in a fluster. He gathered the samples of his work and ideas into a display folder and glanced nervously at Richard in the office next to his knowing he was trying hard to look un- affected and keep his head down pretending to work trying to act cool in front of Grace. If Richard was cool then no one noticed, every other guy was openly drooling and the other women were drawn in too by her warm friendly manner and enthusiastic greeting.

“Do you mind driving Anthony, only I have a couple of calls to make on the way?” Anthony nodded a little too enthusiastically and was still too nervous to say anything intelligible. They gathered their materials and headed for the car park. Anthony tried not to ogle her too much on the way down in the elevator but when she sat in the car and her skirt rose up so high that a brief glimpse of what looked like pink panties was on display, he grew more and more uncomfortable. Grace knowing what she was doing did not adjust her hem and after giving directions and the address, began calling clients. Anthony couldn’t help the noticeable hard on that filled his pants. In between driving and scanning her lovely legs, drooling over the cleavage that peered from her white silk blouse and the flashes of pretty pink floral underwear that peeked from the openings in her blouse and over short skirt he was a mess. One piece of Grace’s conversation with clients intrigued him though. Had he really heard her say” I’m sure I can give you something today that we didn’t have on the weekend.” What was she talking about and who was she talking to?

He managed to compose himself for the meeting and with grace’s encouragement and smooth talking had a slick presentation. Harrison Mane the CEO looked as though he was as besotted with Grace as he was and seemed to say yes to everything she proposed and influenced everyone else to do the same. After the contract was signed Mane asked Grace to come up to his office to ‘explain some finer details.’ Anthony relaxed and helped himself to the sumptuous gourmet executive lunch provided and chatted idly to Mane’s disinterested personal assistant who tidied up after the majority of the participants rushed off to their next appointments. Grace was away about half an hour and returned looking a little less coiffured, her hair a little ruffled and she clutched a folder to her chest and ushered Anthony to leave.

Anthony swallowed the last piece of a gourmet sandwich and followed Grace to the elevator and began chattering to her about how great a deal she’d just pulled off and how they’d be heroes when they returned to work. When they got in the car Grace put down the folder and it became obvious why she had clutched it to her breast. Her white silk designer blouse was stained; Anthony could see that the stain extended right through to her pretty pink floral bra. He knew the stain could only be one thing and it looked like Mane had blown a hell of a load on her tits, Lucky bastard!

“Anthony do you mind if we take a small detour past my apartment I need to change my top I had a little accident.” Anthony nodded and waited for the directions. He couldn’t stop thinking about what it must be like to have a beauty like Grace go down on him. The combination of her intoxicating perfume, her stunning body next to his and the thought of her blowing Mane made him even more horny than he was on the drive to the meeting and he struggled with a massive hard on by the time he parked outside her apartment.

“ Come up with me, I’ll only be a few minutes… No let’s take our time I need a shower you don’t mind do you?” She purred seductively.

Anthony tried desperately to conceal his straining lump as he got out of the car and walked beside Grace to her penthouse apartment. The trip in the elevator though swift was filled with Grace’s furtive glances at his obvious erection and her knowing bemused smile. Her apartment was neat and stylish with ultra modern and expensive tastes. A pretty red bra hung on the handle of her bedroom door and he glanced at it. Everything about her made him more aroused. She walked over to a small bar area and beckoned him to sit on a long white divan.

“What kind of drink do you want to celebrate? I’m going to make a champagne cocktail want one?” Anthony nodded again still struck by the desire that consumed him to the point of preventing all but nods and grunts. Grace made the drink and walked towards him staring at him with a sexy smile that almost foretold what she was about to say. She handed him his drink and placed her own on a coffee table in front of him and began to unbutton her blouse.

“ Now if I’m not mistaken the hard on in your pants is for me isn’t it?”
Anthony sat transfixed upon her fingers as they slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He was conscious of nodding to the affirmative and grunting something like an” Uhuh” but nothing filled his mind or imagination like the firm round breasts that were being revealed slowly to him overflowing from their sweet low cut pink floral cups. Grace finished unbuttoning the blouse and flung it onto another chair.

“ Can you help me unhitch my bra?” She cooed sweetly and turned her back to him so he could fumble with the hooks. Eventually his shaking hands managed to unhitch it and it snapped open. She turned and smiled and let the loose bra dangle around her pert breasts.

“ You like to watch, don’t you Anthony? So if you want to watch me get changed and shower I don’t mind, in fact I love an audience. And while you’re watching if you want to jack off I’d like that a lot.” Grace stepped back and took the bra off letting her firm tits bounce slightly. Anthony stared at the penny sized areole and the hard nipples. No wonder Mane had wanted cum all over them she was amazing. His attention switched to her hands which began to unbutton the waistband of her skirt. She shimmied it to the floor and Anthony got the full glory of her glorious body clad only in the miniscule pink floral V string panties that clung like they were painted onto her curvaceous hips. Smooth shiny silk stretched seamlessly across the most delicious buns he had ever seen. Grace was right, she knew Anthony watched porn videos and wanked himself constantly.

“It’s ok! I want to see you cum for me just looking at me. Can you do that Anthony?” Anthony had never had a real woman before, he was a virgin he had never even been to live girlie shows. He contented himself with just watch and wank downloads and videos.

“ Show me how excited you are, take it out for me.” She purred. “ If you do I’ll show you what my pussy looks like.” She curled her thumb into the band of the panties as if she was going to take them off and Anthony obediently unzipped his aching cock and began stroking himself and moaning uncontrollably.

“MMMMmmmmm that’s it. You are a big boy. You’re a grower not a show-er aren’t you?” Anthony knew she meant that on the slack his cock was not impressive but now with her inspiration and proximity it was swollen so much it almost hurt to touch it. But touch it he did as she slid her panties off and revealing a tiny patch of unshaven golden pubic hair, neatly trimmed for the tiniest of panties. Anthony was beating himself off furiously moaning and shivering with desire. Grace removed the panties then twirled them around her fingers and turned towards the hallway wearing only her black hi heels.
“ Come on Anthony watch me have a shower” Still clutching his cock Anthony followed her to the bathroom and leant back against a mirrored wall as she turned on the water and teased him by soaping herself in all the right places. By the time she had rinsed the soap from her magnificent body, he was close to cumming. He had been close to cumming all day but now it was uncontrollable. He felt the heat consume him the tightening of his balls and the firmness of his hand around his impossible hardness and then as if a white light flashed before him he came, spraying a load right into the shower recess where Grace rinsed off her own sexual encounter.

“ Well that makes two in two hours! Old Mane needed my mouth to make him do that you just need to look at me. Can you imagine how good it would be to fuck? Maybe one day I’ll do that for you. Would you like that?” Anthony was dumbstruck. “ Well if you do then I want you to do me a little favour…”
Grace stepped out of the shower, droplets of water running over her silken alabaster skin. Anthony still clutched his now flaccid cock and looked at her as she bent down to collect a towel from a linen drawer. Her ass was divine. God he’d love to touch it, Love to take her from behind….

“ I want you to tell your friend Richard about everything that you saw and heard today. Everything from how horny you are through to how I blew Mane to me stripping for you. Do you understand?” Grace knew he could only nod and grunt. She loved the power that she wielded over this cute little guy. She had no intention of ever fucking him. She wrapped the towel around her breasts and moved towards him and took his flaccid cock in her slender fingers and caressed it gently bringing it back to the erect position. Anthony gasped, no one had ever touched him before let alone a woman like this. Grace continued to talk as she stroked him expertly.

“ Tell Richard everything, every little detail, what I’m wearing, what you like about my body, how good this makes you feel.” In a few short moments Grace had made him fully hard again and as she stroked his cock his eyes rolled back into his head and he knew he was going to cum again. Within moments he shot another load at her this time landing on her towel. She let go of his aching cock and smiled at him.

“ Why don’t you come and watch me get dressed and then come back and have a quick shower yourself.” Anthony followed her angelic from into the ensuite into her large bedroom. The mirrored walls and ceiling reflecting her exquisite body from a multitude of angles. Grace dropped the towel and fossicked through her lingerie drawer and found a red silk bra and panty set. “ Do you like these Anthony?” Anthony managed to say “ Oh yeah” a little more confidently now he had been sated by this desirable vision. Grace slid on the diaphanous silk panties and smoothed them over her ass cheeks, then fondled her own breasts seductively as she reached for the scanty matching bra.
“ You like my tits a lot don’t you Anthony?” She slung the bra over each shoulder and walked towards him. She reached out and touched his cock again and slid it back inside his pants and zipped him up. Then turned around.
” Do me up will you?” Anthony fumbled with the clips once more and when he had finished she turned and grabbed his hand and guided it to her silk clad breasts and let him feel her erect nipples through the flimsy fabric.
“ Tell Richard how good they feel will you please? Tell Richard everything, do you understand?” Anthony nodded. He didn’t really understand. Was she trying to make Richard jealous? Did she want Richard to be even more besotted with her than she was making him just by stripping for him? He nodded and Grace removed his hand and returned to the cupboard to fetch another beautiful tailored suit with a Black skirt and a low cut red silk camisole that matched the bra and panties.

“ You take a shower now and I’ll meet you in the lounge when you’re done. I have a few more calls to make to finalise the deal.”

Anthony hurriedly cleaned himself up, showered and re dressed and found Grace drinking a cocktail and typing on her laptop. She smiled and looked at him cheekily.
“ Feel better now? Don’t forget what I asked you to do.” Anthony wanted more than anything else to relive today as often as possible and the trip back where he caught glimpses of her red panties grew the story in his imagination alongside the inevitable growth of his cock.

When Anthony retold the tale to Richard the detail had become so refined and so clear that Richard could have been watching a video. Anthony had to take Richard aside and tell him as soon as he returned from Grace’s apartment. It was almost quitting time and Richard had wondered what had taken them so long. After Anthony finished the story, Richard knew he had to have Grace more than ever. He was so envious of ‘poor little Anthony’ the guy who had always hung on every word of his descriptions of his exploits and drooled over his panty collection. The look of pride on Anthony’s face the state of over effusive pleasure that swelled up his usually low self esteem. He was a strange little guy to do something like that to. As he mused over what game Grace was playing, the internal mail clerk arrived with a small envelope addressed to him. The mailman seemed to be smiling almost as much as Anthony as he handed the envelope to Richard. Richard took the envelope and immediately noticed a scent that he recognised drifting from the package. The mailman with the Cheshire cat grin left and Richard opened the envelope. Inside was a pair of red silk V string panties. Written in eyebrow pencil on the silk was a mobile phone number. Anthony looked at Richard as he felt the soft silk between his fingertips, inhaling the sweet seductive scent.

“ Those are Grace’s,” He stammered. “ I watched her put those on, oh god Rich her ass looks so hot in those panties you have no idea. Wow, this means she isn’t wearing any now mmmm she has the sweetest little golden haired pussy…” Richard stopped him from making him even more jealous.

“ She must want me to ring her, this is her phone number.” Richard quickly dialled the number and held his breath, trying to ready himself with one of his cool and witty pick up lines.
“ Oh Richard it’s you… you didn’t waste any time. Don’t try to talk right now just listen.” Richard gasped an “OK” why was she making him feel all tongue tied why did his cock spring to life the moment he heard her voice at the other end of the phone?

“ Now Richard I think you’re kind of cute and it’s no secret you’d like to get into my pants so here’s the deal. You have my panties don’t you?” He gasped a “yes”. “ Well I’m not going to wear any panties for the next week and I want to meet with you every day I’ll email you the time and place and if you’re very, very good and do everything I say you’ll get more than you ever dreamed was possible. Just ask Anthony how good it can get. Ok so what I want you to do is this. Wrap my panties around your cock and promise you’ll keep them in your shorts for the next few days. If you do that I’ll promise not to wear any panties. Agreed! Now do it now and put Anthony on the phone.” There was a pause as he handed the phone to Anthony and then put the panties inside his shorts.

“ Anthony Darling, tell me what Richard is doing.” Anthony looked over at Richard and described what he was doing to her stammering over the phone at the sound of her voice and conscious that he was hard again just talking to her. Richard too was hardening thinking about what he had told her and with the soft silk against his cock.
“ Put Richard back on now pleases.” He handed the phone back to Richard and Richard was treated to the sounds of Grace masturbating and teasing him.
OOOOOOOh yeah I’m sooo wet. So horny mmmmmmmmmm oooh yes.” She had obviously been masturbating the whole time she spoke with them and began to orgasm. Her sexy moans and squeals making Richard's panty-clad cock impossibly hard.

“ MMMmmm It’s going to be soooo good wait for my email see you tomorrow.”

Neither Anthony or Richard could speak they just both excused themselves and headed for home their heads full of thoughts about what a pantyless Grace would do tomorrow.

 

[Miltone]

Rich Parker

The weekend had been lost, lost amid a swirl of confusing thoughts and feelings about Grace. She seemed so incredibly desirable yet so very distant. In a vain effort to temper those taunting thoughts, Rich had drank too much, had hung out with his buddies far too late each night, and for that he paid a dear price come Monday morning. His morning workout and shower could only do so much, although by the time he had finished his breakfast at the Metro Diner he was beginning to feel almost normal. When he arrived at the agency, he spotted Anthony parking his car in his usual spot and joined him for the brisk walk inside. They commiserated over the largely uneventful weekend just passed.

“See you’re still in first place in Fantasy Football,” Anthony remarked. “Guess that starting Trent Green worked out all right for you.”

“Really? I hadn’t checked that out yet,” Rich replied.

“A little too busy with Debra, eh?” Anthony said with a smack to Rich’s shoulder.

“What? Who?” Rich asked, not completely sure about Anthony’s remark.

“Remember? Debra? Friday night? You two leaving the bar together? Any of that sound familiar?”

“Debra? Is that her name?”

“Yeah, Debra, the girl from Accounts Receivable,” Anthony explained with a shake of his head. “You two seemed to hit it off so well I figured that you spent the whole weekend banging her.”

“Not really … not after Friday night … or was it Saturday morning?”

“You dog! So you did nail her,” Anthony said. Rich could tell by the reverential tone of his voice that Anthony looked up to him and maybe lived a little vicariously through his exploits.

“You know my policy never kiss and tell,” Rich said.

“I follow that for kissing but what about fucking?”

Before he could answer, Rich paused for a moment and held Anthony back as they neared the building. Crossing from her preferred parking space and approaching the main door well ahead of them was Grace toting her briefcase, walking along in a stut that reeked of confidence and sexuality. She looked stunning in a short black skirt and white silk blouse with a gorgeously tailored jacket fitted around her shoulders. There was an undeniable swish to her hips as she sauntered toward the building. That and the swirl of her blonde hair and the swing of her long shapely legs sent a tingle down Rich’s back that reverberated in his loins. God, she was beautiful! Jesus, he wanted her!

“Hey, that’s the chick from up front, isn’t it?” Anthony blurted out as they followed. “God, she is pretty!”

“Pretty ain’t the word, Anth,” Rich remarked as they quickly caught up to her.

“Hey! Are you guys wanting the elevator too?” she asked as they hurried up to join her in the elevator. She held the door open for them and flashed a truly disarming smile.

“So, you’re Grace aren’t you?” Rich asked, putting on his best grin and lowering his voice to a supple baritone.

“Yes, and you are Richard,” she replied her large blue eyes focusing for a moment on Rich’s. Then she turned toward Anthony. “And you are …”

Anthony stood there staring ahead like a deer caught in headlights.

“Anthony,” Rich added, smacking his friend on the back to wake him up. “So did you have a good weekend?”

“I had a great weekend, thank you,” she answered. There was something about the way that she stood, her hip jutting out slightly to the side, her back arching just a bit, thrusting out the fine, firm curves of her breasts, which were nicely displayed courtesy of the low cut of her blouse. From her head to her feet, she was perfectly beautiful. Rich could see in her eyes that she knew they were checking her out and she did nothing to discourage their admiring glances. Rich liked to think he was being cool and discreet about it but noticed that Anthony was outright gaping at her. “You guys look like you may have had a few too many beers though.”

“Between the beer and the Jack Daniel’s, there’s probably a few empty kegs laying around after this weekend courtesy of yours truly and company,” Rich commented.

“Actually seeing as how drinking beer seems to be something you’re both experts in, I’d really like one of you to come out with me later today to work on the Mane Brewery account. I can clear it with your Boss if you need.”

“I’m the expert when it comes to beer and escorting ladies,” Rich answered quickly flashing his patented boyish grin. “So I’d be glad to come with you. I can clear my desk and be ready in an hour. What do ya say? Just send me the brief so I can prepare.”

Surprisingly, she turned to Anthony. “You’re a copywriter aren’t you, Anthony? I’d really like to take you along actually because I want some snappy lines first off to cinch this deal. Do you think you could come up with some for me if I email you the details? I’ll come and pick you up in about an hour.”

Anthony’s bespectacled eyes grew large and his face became flushed. He glanced at Rich out of the corner of his eye and nodded, stammering, “Ah … yeah, sure, Grace. I’ll get on it right away.”

“I’ll send you the kind of briefs I know you can handle a little later, Okay, Richard?” Grace said with a taunting smile.

Rich grinned bravely but felt a true twinge of jealousy inside. He considered himself a master of the one-liner especially when in meetings with clients and his success rate was envied by almost every other account manager … except for this gorgeous little blonde. Grace seemed smart and clever and she obviously knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. He had to admit that she was the kind of woman he had always been looking for but had never had the advantage of meeting. The fact that she remained so elusive only burnished that attraction.

When the elevator doors opened on Grace’s floor, Rich and Anthony realized that they hadn’t pushed the button for their floor. But that slight embarrassment didn’t keep them from watching as Grace’s shapely body swayed toward her office. As the doors closed and they sent the elevator to their floor, Grace’s enchanting scent lingered.

“So who’s the lucky dog now?” Anthony chided proudly as they made their way toward their respective offices.

“Just keep this in mind, my boy,” Rich replied. “There is a difference between business and pleasure. And what little Miss Grace has in mind this morning is all business.”

“You sure about that?” Anthony said, pulling himself up straight, shoulders back, stomach in. “I think she was rather taken by my good looks and animal magnetism, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, dude,” Rich said with a slap on his buddy’s back. Then he chuckled. “Pink.”

“Pink what?” Anthony asked.

“Pink floral lingerie,” Rich said. “That’s what she’s wearing underneath. Very brief, very expensive, very sexy.”

“I … I … didn’t notice,” Anthony replied.

“I know, you were too busy staring at her to be observant,” Rich said as he turned toward his computer. “You’re going to have to learn how to be cool and smooth and observant if you’re going to run with the big dogs, Anth.”

They parted and set to what needed to be done, Anthony to brainstorm on some business ideas for Grace and Rich to ponder some pleasure-bound ideas of his own for Grace. This was no more than a temporary setback in his plan to shag her. It was just past the hour when Anthony appeared at Rich’s office wanting to run his ideas past Rich. Anthony’s a good bright kid, Rich thought, and his ideas are great. No doubt the inspiration of Miss Grace did much to stir his creativity.

“So what do you think, Rich?” Anthony asked eagerly.

Rich nodded his head. “I think you’ve got some good stuff there. Good stuff.”

“Really?” Anthony remarked. “Cool … thanks.”

“Don’t thank me,” Rich said noticing the awesome figure of Grace sashaying down the aisle toward his office. “Here comes the one whose opinion really counts.”

“Oh, jeez!” Anthony said, his voice cracking with nervousness.

“Go get ‘er, champ!” Rich said egging him on. He watched as Anthony met up with Grace and started in showing her his ideas. She listened intently and nodded, smiling at a few of Anthony’s comments. Rich was aware of the glances he received from both Grace and Anthony, but maintained his focus on what lay in front of him. He had to smirk when seeing every other guy in their group, Jay included, finding the lamest excuses to strut past her line of sight. Even a few of the boldest tried to chat her up, but she seemed to be having none of it. And when Grace and Anthony turned to leave, he did catch a glimpse of her taking one last look in his direction. She was a hard one to figure. Did she like him, was she attracted to him, or was this some sort of game? He chuckled. If it was a game, it was one that he was determined not to lose. He would collect her panties, but he would never give himself up.

“So what’s with that?” Jay remarked as Grace and Anthony disappeared into the elevator.

“That?” Rich said trying not to let the least little trace of jealousy that he felt color his reply. “Guess little Miss Grace needed our boy’s help to close on the Mane Brewery account.”

“Whoa! Big business,” Jay observed. “You don’t think …”

“Think what?”

“Think that she has … you know, set her sights on him.”

They moved toward the window in Rich’s office that looked out onto the parking lot. They could see Anthony and Grace walking toward her BMW. It looked like she tossed the keys to Anthony so that he could drive.

“Anthony?” Rich replied looking back to Jay. “I don’t think so. But hey, who knows for sure what percolates in a broad’s mind these days. Something tells me that she has something else in mind.”

“Ahh! I get ya,” Jay grinned. “Using bait to catch a bigger fish?”

“Don’t say a word, ok?” Rich asked.

Jay went back to his artist’s board and Rich dug into the marketing plan he was working on for an old-standing industrial client. It was just after noon when he was aware of a stirring at the door to his office. He looked up to see Kate Morgan closing the door and leaning back against it. She tossed her full head of honey-blonde hair back over her shoulder and thrust her large breasts forward.

“Lunchtime, lover,” she cooed, easing over toward his desk. “Where would you like to eat?”

“You know, I was thinking of eating in today,” Rich said, dropping his pen and pushing back from his desk.

“Aww,” Kate murmured. She went around his desk and leaned back against it, perching her trim butt on the edge. “I was kinda hoping that you’d want to eat out at the Y.” Kate reached her hand down and tugged at the hem of her dark knit skirt, raising it high enough to show off the skimpy sheer black silk panties that lie underneath.

“I assume that you aren’t exactly referring to the YMCA?” Rich replied, looking up at her striking green eyes as he reached his hand out and ran it up along her milky smooth thigh.

“Oh, you are a smart boy,” Kate replied. She grabbed the scrap of black silk and pulled it aside to reveal her freshly shaven sex. “As you can see, I’ve prepared a box lunch for you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Rich replied, brushing her thighs wider apart to part her luscious folds. “With homemade spread and your own special dressing. Mmm-mmm!”

Kate put her hand on the back of his head and pulled his face toward her greedy bare pussy. But even as he buried his tongue in the sweet sex being offered so readily to him, Rich couldn’t help but think about what Grace’s pussy looked like, felt like, tasted like.

It was late afternoon, almost quitting time when Anthony returned from his excursion with Grace. He came into Rich’s office, his face flushed and his voice babbling a hundred miles an hour.

“Fuck, Rich! You wouldn’t believe this, Grace blew Mane … skeet on her blouse … stripped naked … watched her shower … wanted me to whack off for her … then jerked me off … wants me to tell you everything …”

“Slow down, Anth,” Rich said trying to follow Anthony’s excited rapid-fire speech. “What are you talking about?”

“Grace … the meeting … oh, she is so fucking hot … let me touch her tits … oh, fuck they are so perfect … I couldn’t help it … jerked off in her shower … fucking fantastic …”

“First things first,” Rich said calmly trying to piece together what actually happened. “The meeting went well?”

“The meeting? Oh, yeah, the meeting went well, real well. Perfect. She had them all lined up and we mowed ‘em down, got the contract signed and everything.”

“That’s pretty good, then. That should be a great bit of business.”

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway afterwards, she and Mane go to his office for something, and there I am chowing down on this really great lunch they had catered and trying to make time with his cute little secretary when Grace shows up and wants to leave like all of a sudden. Once we’re out in the car I can see why. There’s this huge blob of baby batter on her blouse. From what she told me, she was sucking off Mane in his office when he shoots off on her tits, gets her blouse all sticky, know what I mean? So she’s got to go home and change, but then she changes her mind and decides to take a shower.”

“And this wasn’t just some figment of your fertile imagination?” Rich said dubiously.

“Honest to god, Rich!” Anthony said, holding up his right hand in an oath. “On a stack of Bibles … every word.”

“She sucked off Mane and has a little accident so she has to clean herself up,” Rich recounted.

“Yeah, but that’s not the best part,” Anthony went on. “She starts to get undressed for her shower right there in front of me … you think she look hot in her clothes, you should see her when she’s taking them off … and so she even wants me to help undress her … let me touch her tits! Can you believe it? Touch her fucking tits! I couldn’t believe it! I fucking thought I was going to blow my wad right on the spot!”

“She let you help take off her clothes?”

“Oh, yeah! It was so hot! I had a hard time with her bra, you know I’m not too practiced at that … but she is so fucking gorgeous! A fucking walking wet dream!” Anthony said, his voice still trembling with excitement. “Oh, and by the way, you were right. Pink floral bra and panties.”

“And she let you watch her get naked for her shower?”

“Yeah and then told me to jerk off while she showered. I couldn’t believe it. She has the absolutely most beautiful little pussy I’ve ever seen, with this little patch of whispy blonde curls. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I couldn’t help it and jerked off right into her shower, right in front of her. And later when she was out of the shower, she just barely touched me and I fucking lost it and came all over her towel.”

“And this all really happened?” Rich asked still feeling skeptical.

“Every bit, Rich! Swear to God!” Anthony said. “But you know the strangest part came when we were getting ready to leave her place. She says that she wants me to tell you everything. Tell you about sucking off the client, and what she looks like naked … everything!”

“Which you have done quite well,” Rich said, feeling his cock and the rest of his body respond to the images Anthony’s words were drawing in his mind. Despite his arousal, Rich could see how everything began to make sense with that last bit of information. All that business about taking Anthony with her instead of him was just a big setup. She did want him, after all. Well, well, well! “So where is she now?”

“She said she had to check her email or something.”

“So she’s probably in her office right now,” Rich said reaching over to pick up his phone. “Sounds like I need to make a little courtesy call, don’t you think?” But as Rich thumbed through the company phone directory, the mail clerk appeared at his office door with an interoffice envelope.

“Got a special delivery for you,” said the clerk, a tall skinny pimple-faced kid. The kid was grinning stupidly for some reason.

Rich took the envelope and immediately saw that it had come from Grace. As the clerk moved on down the hall, Rich opened up the mailer and was greeted by a delicious sniff or her scent. He reached inside and pulled out the contents, a pair of red silk panties. As he held the sexy little V string up, he could see what appeared to be a message written across the front panel.

“Th-th-those are Grace’s!” Anthony stammered. “I watched her put those on! Oh god Rich her ass looks so hot in those panties you have no idea!” He paused for a moment, then blurted out, “Wow, this means she isn’t wearing any panties now! Mmm, she has the sweetest little golden haired pussy …”

Richard interrupted Anthony. “This looks like a mobile number … she must want me to ring her,” Rich mused, thinking of how hot it would be to talk with her while holding her panties in his hand. He dialed the number and held his breath, trying to ready himself with one of his cool and witty pick up lines.

“Oh, Richard … it’s you … you didn’t waste any time,” she said with an amused giggle. Before Rich could respond, Grace said, “Don’t try to talk right now … just listen.”

“Okay, I’m all ears,” Rich answered, wondering what she was going to say. His cock sprang to life the moment he heard her voice purr into the other end of the phone. He fiddled with the little red panties as she began to speak.

“Now Richard, I think you’re kind of cute and it’s no secret around here that you’d like to get into my pants, so here’s the deal. You have my panties don’t you?”

“Yes, I have them in my hand right now,” Rich replied, holding them up so that Anthony could see them again.

“Well, Richard, I’m not going to wear any panties for the next week and I want to meet with you every day,” she said in a light breathless seductive voice, her voice caressing his ear and sending a shiver straight down to his pleasure center. “I’ll email you the time and place and if you’re very, very good and do everything I say, you’ll get more than you ever dreamed was possible. Just ask Anthony how good it can get.”

Rich shot a quick look at Anthony but Grace continued her seductive little speech.

“Ok, so what I want you to do is this, wrap my panties around your cock and promise you’ll keep them in your shorts for the next few days. If you do that I’ll promise not to wear any panties the rest of the week. Agreed?”

“Hmm, sounds pretty sexy and a little kinky,” Rich said as he fondled the scrap of red silk and imagined it rubbing against his cock. What a tart! “Sure, why not? Agreed.”

“Mmm, great! Do it now and put Anthony on the phone for me will you?”

Rich waved the phone at Anthony who gave him a confused expression.

“She wants to talk to you, dude,” Rich said and handed the phone to Anthony.

“Hello?” Anthony said tentatively, his face flushed and red.

“Anthony Darling, tell me what Richard is doing,” Grace asked of Anthony, who looked over at Rich.

“Well, he’s unzipping his fly and … and … oh, jeez,” Anthony mumbled as he described what Rich was doing. “He’s stuffing your panties inside his pants. Oh, fuck!”

Rich rubbed the red silk panties against his cock and balls and smoothed it out before zipping up his fly. He could feel the rush of arousal plumbing through his veins and could tell that his friend was feeling something very similar.

“Now be a darling and put Richard back on please,” Grace cooed into the phone. Anthony dutifully handed the phone back to Rich.

“Hey,” Rich said as he cradled the phone close to his ear.

“So how do my panties feel resting against your big old cock?” Grace murmured over the phone. Then she moaned softly. “Ooooh, yeah, Richard … I’m sooo wet … so horny … mmmmmmmmmm, oooh yes!” From the sound of her voice and breathing it was obvious that she was masturbating, and perhaps had been the entire time she was speaking with them. Then her words faded into some serious moaning and it sounded as if she was cumming. Her sexy moans and squeals made Rich's panty-covered cock terrifically hard. He pictured her sitting at her desk, her legs spread wide and her fingers thrusting up inside her wet tight little blonde pussy as she came all over herself.

“Mmm! That felt sooo good, Richard. Just thinking about your cock getting all hard and rubbing against my panties makes me so hot!” Grace said with an incredibly sexy giggle. It sounded as if she was sucking the juice of her cum off her fingers. “This is going to be so much fun and soooo good, don’t you think Richard?”

“Let’s just say that you have my full and complete attention, Grace,” Rich answered.

“Good,” Grace whispered in a soft husky voice laden with lust. “Wait for my email and … I’ll see you tomorrow.”

”Tomorrow it is,” Rich replied. Then Grace hung up and Rich did the same.

“What the fuck was that?” Anthony blurted out.

“The girl is good,” Rich remarked, pushing back in his chair. “The girl is very, very good.”

“So what’s going on? Are you going to? Is she gonna?” Anthony stammered excitedly. “I can’t fucking believe this!”

“Guess we’ll have to see for sure,” Rich remarked, rubbing his hand over his long thick erection. “But it sounds like a certain young lady needs to have her clock wound up.”

“What?”

Rich laughed. “Looks like I’m not only in the ballpark, but I’ll be stepping up to the plate, real soon.”

“Oh, shit!” Anthony exclaimed. “You mean you’re going to—”

Rich held his hand up. “I’m not sure exactly what I’m going to do, but it looks like the game is on, definitely on.”

Anthony was such a basket case that he left work shortly thereafter. Rich had to admit that it was hard to concentrate on the rest of his workday with thoughts of Grace floating through his mind and her silken panties stuffed inside his shorts, caressing his privates. But he was a professional and toughed it out until well after six P.M. Clutching his briefcase in hand, he took the elevator down to the lobby.

Rich signed himself out and walked confidently to his car, still lost in thoughts of Grace. Every event of the day flashed through his mind as he moved along. Every thought seemed to snap electrically through him, but the most arousing was his memory of her voice on the phone, the soft sighs and urgent moans, and her cries of pleasure as she came.

He settled into his Corvette, lowered the convertible top, and headed toward the exit. The sight of a figure crossing from the building to the executive park caught his eye. It was Grace. Perhaps she noticed his car, perhaps not, but as she reached the door of her BMW, she paused and bent over at the waist, letting the short hem of her skirt rise up tantalizingly over the cheeks of her ass. What was it? Had she dropped her keys? Had she needed to check the dainty buckle on her shoe? It didn’t matter because she looked back over her shoulder and her eyes caught his checking out the long shapely rise of her legs, the tight lower curves of her ass, and the soft swell of her blonde sex winking at him.

He smiled and waved as he drove past slowly. Grace stood upright and waved back, flashing him the sexiest smile he had ever seen. Damn, he wanted her. He could feel the lust and desire flooding through his body. Later, through dinner with some friends, he was decidedly distracted, several times having to be drawn back into the conversation.

“What is with you?” his buddy Neal asked. “You look like you’re living on another planet.”

“Oh, nothing,” Rich lied. “Just thinking over this hot project at work.” It was a hot project at work but it wasn’t nothing. His wild sexy dreams that night certainly proved that true.

The following morning, Rich was up early and followed his usual routine, a workout, a short run, then breakfast at the Metro Diner. When dressing he remembered to stuff her red panties inside his shorts. His cock grew long and stiff at the feel of the soft silk against his sensitive flesh. Although he tried to remain relaxed and casual as he arrived at work, taking his usual path and saying hello to everyone as normal, he didn’t waste any time getting to his office to check his email. Shit! Twenty emails and not one from Grace.

With a shrug, he tried to hide his disappointment and dutifully answered or acted upon his messages. Later, he met with Jay about the layout for a client sales brochure, and stopped by the setup room to inspect the latest changes in the trade show booth project. He ran into Anthony in the hall who eagerly asked for an update.

“Nothing yet,” Rich said.

“No news is good news, right?” Anthony asked.

“So I hope,” Rich replied.

It was nearly ten when he returned to his office. Fuck! Still no email from Grace. He was quickly moving past the point of disappointment and starting to feel just the least bit pissed off. Maybe this is some game with her. Maybe this is part of the game. Although he didn’t really like playing games, he did want to play with her, badly. Rich turned to the McAllister campaign and concentrated on the fall advertising program. Just as he was finishing with the budget projections, his computer chimed with the incoming email notification. He fought off the temptation to click on his email until he finished what was in front of him. His reward came when he clicked on his email and finally saw one from Grace.

Hi, handsome!
What ya doing for lunch today?
I’ll be down around 12:30, okay?
G~

Rich typed in his reply but held off on sending it. Didn’t want to appear too eager, even though he honestly was. Just the thought of meeting her for lunch, of seeing her again stirred him intensely. He waited ten or fifteen minutes before clicking on the Send button.

Grace,
Okay, but can we make it 1 p.m.?
Rich

A couple minutes later, her reply arrived.

Sure you want to wait that long, Richard?
I’m all wet and ready for you right now …
G~

Fuck! This girl was more than good! Just reading her message brought his cock suddenly to full erection. He had to rearrange himself to be comfortable, shifting his cock so that it snaked down the leg of his trousers. Then he typed his reply.

I look forward to finding that out personally …
At 1 o’clock …
Rich

He could feel the warmth of his rising desire fill his face and neck. Even his hands trembled slightly as a strong tingling sensation swept through his thighs and belly. It took a major amount of self-control, but Rich managed to return to his work, channeling his quick pulse and adrenaline into something at least productive. Yet all through the next couple of hours the image of Grace lived in his mind.

Rich was more than a little relieved that Kate Morgan didn’t stop by for their frequent lunch date, especially given his distracted mindset. But by the time one o’clock swung around, Rich was ready. He hunched over the sales reports that had arrived in the morning office mail and pretended not to notice when a delicious telltale scent greeted his nose and a light knock rapped on his open door. Rich folded up the report and glanced up. The vision of perfection that greeted his eyes brought a smile to his face and a sent a shiver down his spine. Grace stood at the doorway, one hand resting on the doorjamb, a hip thrust out to the side, and a terrific smile on her face.

“Come on in,” Rich said, waving her into his office. Although not as spacious and sumptuous as those on Mahogany Row, it was probably the largest on his floor with a great window view, a large desk and credenza, matching bookcases and a custom-fit leather couch.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Grace replied, moving inside and looking around at the artwork decorating the walls, mostly prints of famous impressionist paintings. She was dressed in a dark blue suit that stunningly complemented her complexion and her eyes. Her jacket was open to reveal the white silk blouse that was opened enough to show off the upper curves of her breasts, gently clinched together and pushed up by a dainty white bra that was barely visible underneath. The hem of her skirt was short, rising higher than mid thigh and showcasing her exquisitely shaped legs. Grace paused beside his desk. “This is very nice, Richard. Did you decorate it yourself?”

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Rich replied looking up and catching her eyes focusing on him, more precisely his crotch.

“You know why I’m here, don’t you?” she asked, her voice a soft purring whisper.

“For lunch?” Rich ventured, pushing back from his desk and swiveling to face her.

“For that, yes,” she replied. “But also for a certain necessary … um … inspection.”

Rich glanced quickly around the room before he realized that it wasn’t his taste in the decorative arts in which she was interested. “And that would be?” he said in a low teasing voice.

“You know, you bad boy,” Grace answered with a laugh. Her voice softened to little more than a subtle light breath. “I want to see what you’ve done with my panties.”

Rich grinned and leaned back in his chair. His hand reached for his zipper and tugged it down slowly. Then he pulled his fly open along with the opening of his shorts to display the red silk panties underneath. Grace sighed and smiled.

“You are a bad boy,” she said, approaching him and leaning down toward where he sat in his high-backed leather chair. Her hand darted down to the opening of his trousers and caressed the red silk and the sensitive flesh that lie underneath. Mmm, but you are so good at being bad, now, aren’t you?” The light caress of her fingers only served to thicken his manhood and Rich knew she could feel his hardness grow. “And you’ve been thinking about it too, haven’t you?” she teased, moving back to rest her ass on the edge of the desk.

“As if you haven’t,” Rich replied as her fingers traced back and forth along the shaft of his cock. He could feel his excitement grow, but he tried hard to remain cool.

Grace giggled. “As you can see, I’ve given it a thought or two this morning,” she said, withdrawing her hand and placing it on the hem of her skirt. Grace hooked her long neatly painted nails under the hem and lifted it up slowly and teasingly.

Rich looked on avidly as the hem rose up over her sleek thighs and the smooth mound of her pussy came into view, topped by a light dusting of delicate blonde curls. He felt his mouth begin to water as she parted her legs enough to show the bright pink glistening dampness of her inner folds and clit. Rich exhaled sending a stream of warm air toward her pussy and Grace sighed then giggled.

“Well, I am so glad to see that you keep your word,” Rich said getting up from his chair. “Now where shall we go to lunch?”

Grace let go of her skirt and it fell back down; she eased away from him but remained close still within a breath of touching him. “Actually since it is such a beautiful day, I know of this drive-through that has the absolute best carry out,” Grace offered. “Perhaps we can grab something and dine al fresco.”

“Sounds delectable to me,” Rich remarked. They were standing so close together that he could feel the heat from her body. Her large deep blue eyes were on his as they stood so very near, her full red lips were parted and he could see the pink tip of her tongue dart between her teeth. The urge to take her into his arms and kiss her seized him but he fought it off. The way she looked at him, she might have been thinking the same thing. Rich grabbed his jacket and they were off.

He could feel the excitement build as they strolled to the elevator and rode it down. They chatted superficially, exchanging quips about the weather, the speed of the elevator—or lack thereof—and the place where they were going to pick up lunch. Her voice was delicate and innocent yet mixed in with just the right amount of sex. When Rich opened the door to his Vette for her, Grace slid onto the plush leather seat, oblivious to how high her hem rose. Rich didn’t gape or stare though he was tempted. He did allow himself a glance while folding down the top before jumping in beside her.

The pickup window wasn’t far away and the drive over in the warm afternoon sunshine was exhilarating. Rich kept sneaking glances at his luncheon companion, delighting in the gentle caress of her joyful laugh and the way the wind swirled her short blonde hair about her face. Even when the wind caught her skirt and lifted it, Grace didn’t bother tugging it back down, leaving herself exposed to his polite but observant gaze.

After picking up lunch—Rich insisted on paying—he pulled away and headed toward Clark Park, an older urban park with woods and meadows and a river winding lazily through. Rich found a picturesque spot with a lovely view of the river and woods. They parked and ate their lunch, continuing to talk lightly, taking some time to learn more about each other. For his part, Rich spoke sparingly of himself, preferring to listen to her soft childlike voice. Grace was bright and smart and articulate, her sexuality was intriguing and intense, and Rich was finding himself more and more captivated by her. After finishing lunch, they leaned back in their leather seats and took in the scenery.

“This is nice,” Rich commented, looking around then back to her. “I’m glad we thought of this.”

“Yes, is it very nice,” Grace agreed.

Rich then noticed how her hand eased back and forth on her bare thigh, moving higher with each stroke. It didn’t take long for her hand to slip up under her skirt, raising the hem up as she went. Her fingers traced along the slit of her sex, disappearing down between her legs. Watching Grace touch herself was too much and Rich rubbed a hand over his growing erection.

Richard?” Grace asked, turning her head toward him.

“Yes?”

“You know what I’d like?”

“What?”

“I’d like you to take it out and show me how you pleasure yourself,” she requested as her hand moved firmly against her sex. “Stroke it with my panties, ok?”

Rich grinned as he lowered his zipper. Reaching in through his shorts, he pulled out his cock wrapped in the red silk of her panties. It was a great relief to free himself. As he curled his fingers around his erect member, Grace busied her hand between her legs. She had unbuckled her seat belt and shifted her hips down in the seat and spread her legs apart. With her skirt pushed up to her hips she began to masturbate more urgently, the fingers of one hand rubbing her clit while two fingers of her other hand were thrusting up inside her cunt.

“Do you like watching me masturbate, Richard?” Grace asked, her face growing flushed with arousal.

Rich curled his fingers around the long hard shaft of his cock and stroked himself firmly. He wrapped her silken panties around his hand and felt his cock become fully erect and watched it grow a rosy red color. He could feel the heat of Grace’s eyes watching him as she frigged herself.

“I love to watch you touch yourself, Grace,” Rich said. “Do you like watching me jerk off, Grace?”

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “Very hot …” Grace lifted one hand to her blouse and popped opened a couple of buttons. Her fingers easily slipped the flimsy cup of her tiny bra to the side and began to fondle her exquisite breast and nipple. Her fingers flicked and circled her taut little pink nipple before pinching and pulling on it. “My pussy is sooo hot and wet, Richard, can you see?”

Rich couldn’t take his eyes away. Grace lifted a leg up and spread her pussy farther open. He could hear the squishy sounds of her fingers twisting and thrusting up inside her greedy cunt. His hand moved harder and faster up and down the shaft of his cock. When the first dribbles of precum appeared, Grace spotted them and leaned down to lap at them, twirling her tongue around the head and leaving a drop of spittle that Rich quickly spread over his cock.

“You have a beautiful pussy, Grace,” Rich growled, watching as she sat back up, spread her little pink pussy apart and stuffed three fingers up inside while her thumb wriggled frantically over her clit.

“Mmm, and you have a beautiful cock, Richard,” Grace replied. “Maybe some day we shall introduce them, don’t you think?”

“Oh, baby, they’d like that—at least my dick would,” Rich answered.

Grace’s voice lapsed into a loud series of whimpers and cries, her breath coming shallow and rapid. She had bared both breasts now and the flush of her arousal had spread down over them. Both nipples were taut and erect, the pink aureoles tight and puckered as the warm afternoon breeze passed over them.

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” Grace cried out breathlessly, her back arching, her hips bucking against her hand that was frigging her pussy furiously. Grace leaned back fully in the car seat, the arch of her back pushing her breasts up and out while her hips rocked against the pressure of her hand. Rich’s hand was a blur as it pumped up and down his rigid shaft wrapped in the red silk of her panties. “You’d like to stuff your big old cock up my wet little pussy, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, baby … I would,” Rich growled loudly. “Look at my big old cock, Grace … you’d like to have it up inside your pussy too, wouldn’t you … wouldn’t you?”

 

[xtcnymphette]

In the car with Grace

Grace

Grace couldn’t take her eyes off his swollen cock. She had wanted to have him inside her since the first moment he had revealed her panties wrapped around his growing manhood. She had thought of nothing else since she phoned him yesterday. Normally when she went after a guy she used the slow teasing to arouse herself and stimulate her men so they were over whelmed with passion, but Richard was different, everything about him made her wet, immediately and so excited. She could barely contain the urge to draw him to her sodden pussy lips and beg him to penetrate her tight sexy little hole. But resist she did and as they both masturbated excitedly in the car her orgasm gripped her violently and she thrust her fingers into herself and shivered in joy, whimpering excitedly. As she came she moved her own hands to join Richards and wrapped the soft panties around her hand like a glove and began to stroke his distorted shaft slowly and deliberately. In moments Richard was gasping and Grace lowered her head down to kiss the tip of his cock wetly and swirl her tongue around it as it throbbed beneath her grip. Richard moaned and stroked her silken honey blond locks.

Grace reached her long fingernails down around his swollen balls and grazed them sexily, barely touching them with a feather-like motion that drove him into a shiver of pleasure. “Such my big old cock, I wanna cum in your mouth- mmmm I’m so close you’re making me so hot”

Grace slid his cock down her wet throat and engulfed his cock sucking hard and then sliding back up and pumping with her gloved hand. Richard was beyond the edge and when she withdrew his cock from her lips and began pumping his shaft with the pantied hands he was gripped by a shudder that filled him from the ground upwards and he felt his load shoot into her mouth and dribble onto the sweet sexy panties. Grace expertly prolonged his pleasure and then wiped his tip with the panties. As she did the sound of a dance tune went off in her handbag. Grace casually answered the call cum still dripping from her face. As she talked she wiped her face with the panties and then reached them between her own legs and wiped the wetness from her own explosion.

“ Richard?” She cooed sexily as she finished the call. “ Are you as good at eating pussy as everyone says you are?”

Richard who was still recovering from his orgasm looked bemused. He knew he had a reputation and the women at work must have told her about how good he was at it.

“I like to make my women hot to prepare for my big old cock, sure” he said proudly.

“Mamma I can’t wait. I know a few places we could put it to good use. But I think all good things are worth waiting for don’t you?” She teased.

“ I don’t know whether I can wait for your pussy babe. I want it now and you want my cock too. Lets just take the afternoon off and get started on fucking all night long early.”
“ Sorry darling”, she cooed as she held up the panties looked him and stretched the waistband as wide as it could go.

“ I have an appointment with our big client this afternoon and I’m afraid that’s what he has in mind too. Let’s not rush it I’m worth the wait don’t you think? Lets meet again tomorrow after work and you can show me how good you are at eating pussy. But I want you to do another favour for me.”

Richard was incensed that after all his hard work getting Grace so hot that an old fart was going to get to fuck the daylights out of her. Or was she just trying to get him even more jealous- no fuck like one that has something to prove he thought.

“ Yeah Ok I can wait but you’re an evil bitch for making me this hot and then telling me you’re going to fuck someone else.” Richard had the hurt little boy look which he tried to hide with his mucho bravado.

“ What I want you to do is wear my panties tomorrow all day and ring me every hour and tell me what you’d like to do to me and what you’d like me to do to you. Will you do that for me?”

Grace was trying hard not to flinch from her demands but the thought of this gorgeous man wearing her panties and telling her what he wanted to do to her was making her so hot she could barely contain herself. The thought of fucking Elliot again was barely in her mind at all. She would permanently on fire thinking about his muscular form squeezed into her delicate panties, stretched across his delicious ass and the small triangle of fabric that would barely cover his balls. His magnificent cock- oh and it was magnificent, the image of it occupied her every thought he wasn’t just big and thick he had one of those cocks that bowed slightly when erect that touched every spot inside a woman that was not touched by a straight cock. Grace ached for him but resisted. She would have to be satisfied with Elliott’s urgent fucking today and even tomorrow she would not let Richard inside her.

Richard looked angry and a little perplexed.
“ Ok I’ll give this a go and I’ll wear them tomorrow but every time I ring you I want you to masturbate to orgasm, so your super wet by the time I eat you to ecstasy.”

They drove back to work in silence both thinking about the next day. As Grace alighted from the car she leaned across and kissed him. It was the first kiss they had ever had. Their lips touched like magnets drawn irresistibly. Her moist sticky lips urgently seeking his impassioned response, she panted and gasped helplessly. Richard knew how much she wanted him, he cupped her breast in his hand as she shivered and sighed.” Oh god I want to fuck you so much.” With that she broke from his embrace and got out of the car slowly smoothing the hem over her magnificent ass as she headed for her own car to drive to her ‘meeting.’

It would be worth it! Richard thought. Fuck, he normally collected panties not wore them. This babe had a strange approach to fucking but frankly Richard couldn’t think of anything else he wanted to do more and the thought of not doing it wasn’t a possibility. Once Grace felt his magic lips on her pussy he would have her eating out of his hand.

 

[Miltone]

Rich Parker, aroused and perplexed, but with a plan

Watching the most beautiful ass he had ever seen swish its way up the walk to the glass and steel office building, flirting with the hem of the skirt that scarcely covered it, Rich fondled the terribly sodden love-soiled panties. The ass belonged to Grace, the most amazing sexual creature he had ever met. He couldn’t believe how turned on she could make him, and her sexy teasing games only multiplied it more. She was a kinky girl too, but two could play this game. He was a sport after all; he would wear her panties the next day, and he would call her every hour and tease her with his voice and his sexiest ideas.

Rich had felt her response when they kissed, when he cupped her breast, when he let his hand drift down over her hip and graze over her ass. He knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. This affair was becoming something much more intense than the simple conquests he had executed over the past few years. Up till now it had been a matter of minutes or an hour or two at the most before the girl was bent over his desk with her panties at her knees and his cock buried balls deep into her greedy little pussy. But this one was so very different; this girl wanted to play and tease and taunt outrageously, and Rich could already sense and taste the supremely delicious outcome.

That night Rich carefully washed the soiled panties in cool soapy water and laid them out to dry. Thinking about the next morning, how he would wear them and call Grace on the phone, made him rock hard. He switched on some music and settled into his armchair, his thoughts not too surprisingly lingering on Grace. The sound of her moans and cries from their afternoon encounter still rang in his ears; the sight of her body arching and writhing as she plunged her fingers deeply into her dripping pussy flashed across his mind; the spicy taste of her kiss remained on his lips. His body yearned to be with her, his cock stood fully at attention at the very thought of having sex with Grace. He was willing to take the long scenic route that she seemed to prefer to get to her, but he knew in his heart that he was going to have her.

The next morning found him dressed in a favorite Pierre Cardin suit with a splashy Umberto Bossi tie, his typical sleek professional look on the outside. But as he strode along the hallway greeting his friends and coworkers, Rich could feel Grace’s snug little silk panties and had to admit that he felt … well, goddamned sexy. His cock had remained at least semi-erect ever since the masturbation session with Grace the day before. The front panel of the panties couldn’t contain his impressive manhood and was barely enough to cradle his balls. But knowing this put a sexy smirk on his face, one that was noticed by more than a few of his associates.

“So who is she?” Denise Joseph, his department secretary, asked as he passed by her desk.

“Who is who?” Rich replied, pausing for a moment.

“Well, when you come walking through with a smile that big, it usually means that you’ve just bagged yourself another one,” Denise chuckled.

“Let me think,” Rich said, placing a hand on his chin and looking up in thought. “Hmm, not so far this morning … but I’ve got a few hours to go … you never know.”

“You are so bad, Ritchie,” Denise giggled.

“So tell me, Denise,” Rich asked playfully. “Why haven’t you and I ever … you know?”

“Because I think too much of myself to be just another pair of panties in your bottom drawer,” Denise said proudly. She had discovered his secret cache of panties while searching through Rich’s office during his last vacation. She had found it amusing and never failed to tease him when she found the chance. Then she waggled the large rock and wedding band on her ring finger. “Besides, I think my husband might have something to say about it.”

“Oh, baby, you’re breaking my heart,” Rich replied and continued on to his office. As he settled into his chair he noted the time and plotted his first call to Grace. She would be arriving with the next half hour and he wanted to be ready for her; hopefully she would be ready for him. When he punched up her number, she answered on the second ring.

“Good morning, Grace. Before you say anything, I want you to tell me what you are wearing,” Rich spoke in a deep breathy voice, feeling aroused at the thought of what was to come.

“Well, I have on a black silk camisole top with a short black knit skirt, and a white jacket.”

“And underneath?”

“Sheer black stockings, a sexy little black lace bra and …” There was a rustling of fabric. “And, oh my … I’m not wearing any panties.”

“Very smart, very sexy,” Rich replied with a chuckle. “Of course, I’m wearing yours.”

“Oh …” Grace cooed into the phone.

“Do you know what I’d like to be doing right now, Grace?”

“Tell me, Richard … please.”

“I’d like to be standing behind where you’re sitting in your chair … I’d bend over so that my face is right beside yours, so close that you can feel my breath on your cheek … my hands resting lightly on your shoulders but they don’t stay there for long …”

“Oh …”

“They glide down over your breasts, feeling how full and firm they are, my fingertips circling your hard little nipples … your nipples are hard already aren’t they, Grace?”

“Oh, yes … very hard.”

“Feel my hands on your breasts, gently squeezing them, my fingers pinching lightly on your nipples while I kiss your neck and lick near your ear.”

“Yes …”

“Are you touching your breasts, Grace?”

“Uh-huh …”

“Good girl … my hands would slip down underneath your camisole, running over the thin fabric of your bra, tracing the lace edging, feeling the soft smooth tender skin of your breasts … do you like the way I touch your breasts, Grace?”

“Oh, god! Yes!”

Rich could hear the sound of her clothes being rearranged, punctuated by whimpers and sighing sounds.

“Then how about my fingers pulling the cups of your bra down, freeing your nipples to my touch?”

“Mmm, oh …”

“Feel my fingers and thumbs pinching and pulling on your nipples, they’re so stiff and erect now … my tongue is licking near your ear, circling the shell … as I whisper in your ear, telling you how much I want to eat your pussy, how much I want to lick your pussy until you cum all over my face …”

“Lick my pussy … Richard, I want you to lick my pussy … please!”

Grace’s voice was revealing signs that she was about to cum as she moaned deeply.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll tell you about how I’d lick your pussy when I call you next hour, Grace,” Rich said in his deepest breathiest voice. “Talk to you soon, babe.”

“But, Richard …” he heard Grace sigh as he hung up the phone.

Rich leaned back in his chair. He was pretty well satisfied even as his cock throbbed inside his pants. He was tingling all over, his face felt warm and flushed, and he could feel the wet spot from his precum on the boxers he was wearing over Grace’s little panties. For the next hour he struggled to concentrate on his work, but found it difficult with images of Grace masturbating in her office littering his mind. He could envision her leaning back in her leather chair, legs parted, maybe one leg up on her desk, her hands cupping her breasts, reaching for her pussy. As Rich sat at his desk looking off distractedly into the distance, Anthony stopped by with some text and sketches for a catalog cover proposal.

“So what planet are you visiting, man?” Anthony asked.

“Huh?” Rich responded dully, turning toward his friend.

“You look like you’re a million miles away, dude,” Anthony laughed. “I’ll bet you’re thinking about that little blonde from upstairs.”

“As a matter of fact, I am,” Rich said, checking his watch. “In fact, I’m due to call her.”

“Oh, yeah?” Anthony said. “You two going to do lunch or something again?”

“Lunch? Maybe,” Rich replied. “Or something? Definitely!” He picked up the phone and dialed Grace’s mobile number. Anthony went to move along, but Rich held him back. “You may want to listen in on this.”

Anthony grinned and moved closer. After a few rings, Grace came on and spoke in a soft voice, “Hello? Richard?”

“It’s been an hour, Grace,” Rich commented. “How are you feeling?”

“Good … warm, very warm,” she said again softly, her voice nearly a whisper.

Rich listened closely, he could hear the sound of voices in the background on her end of the line. “Do you have company?” he asked.

“Yes,” Grace answered, her hushed voice still little more than a whisper. “You’ve caught me in a meeting, actually … a kind of boring project meeting in the upstairs conference room.”

“Oh, all the better,” Rich said with an evil grin creeping over his face. “Maybe I can make it more interesting, Grace. What do you think?”

“I can’t really talk now,” she protested softly.

“I’m not letting you off that easily, Grace,” Rich said. “After all, here I am wearing your little silk panties, remember? Besides, I know that kind of meeting and just how to liven it up for you. You don’t have to talk at all. All you need to know is how much I want to lick that pretty little pussy of yours.”

“Yes …”

“Then slip your hand down to your lap and start to finger yourself, ok?”

“I can’t do that, Richard … not here, not right now.”

“Oh, come on, Grace,” Rich prodded her. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Umm, ok …”

“Can you feel my hand on your thigh, slipping up between your legs over your stockings, parting them just a bit?”

“Yes …”

“Then you can feel my fingers reach that sweet little pussy of yours, combing through the short blonde curls, tracing lightly over the slit of your sex … I’ll be your pussy is wet, Grace.”

“It is … very,” she replied, her voice still a bare whisper.

Rich glanced up and saw that Anthony had stepped into his office and was hanging avidly on his every word. Rich leaned back in his chair.

“Your fingers are my tongue, Grace … feel my tongue lick up and down along the slit of your sex, tasting the dampness, feeling the heat of your pussy …”

“Yes …”

“Feel my tongue probe around your clit, Grace, feel the tip flick up and down on that hard little nub of yours, feel it, Grace … touch yourself, Grace, just like my tongue would be licking you …”

“Oh …”

“Use the tip of your finger to find the entrance to your cunt, Grace … I’ll bet it’s very hot and wet …”

“Oh … yes …”

Suddenly he heard the voices grow louder and some shuffling of papers before the phone became muffled as if Grace were holding it against her palm.

“Yes, I’ll put that on the top of my to-do list,” Rich heard Grace say. “Thank you … yes.”

For the next minute or two there were more muffled voices and finally they faded and the line became clear. Rich heard Grace exhale.

“Oh, shit!” Grace exclaimed.

“What was all that about?” Rich asked.

“I almost got caught with my hand up my skirt, you bad boy,” she giggled. “But they’ve all left and I’ve got the room to myself for the time being.”

“Then put your hand back where it belongs,” Rich commanded.

“It already is, Richard,” Grace replied, breathing softly. “I’m rubbing my pussy right now … mmm, I’m soooo wet and sooooo hot!”

“Good, then touch yourself the way I would with my tongue, all the way from your ass to your clit and back again … imagine me down between your legs, pushing your skirt up high, my warm breath blowing over the damp folds of your pussy, Grace … my tongue licking you up and down … my face pressing firmly against your body … my cheeks against your thighs … my tongue on your pussy, licking and kissing and sucking you, Grace … sucking on your hot wet little pussy …”

“Oh, yes, Richard … yes!” Grace cried out.

Rich could hear her now, the soft squishy sound of her fingers stroking her pussy. Anthony was leaning over Rich’s desk still listening intently to one side of the conversation.

“How are you touching yourself, Grace?”

“I have two fingers up inside my pussy … while the other hand is rubbing on my clit …”

“Make it three fingers, Grace … three fingers up inside that tight wet little pussy of yours …”

“Oh … so tight … so wet … I’m so wet for you, Richard,” Grace moaned.

“Feel my tongue flicking faster and faster on your clit, Grace … feel my fingers probing up inside your pussy … feel my pinky finger brush against your asshole, Grace … feel me …”

Suddenly there was a deep gasp on the other end of the line. Rich nodded, grinned and gave Anthony a thumb’s up sign. Anthony just shook his head and smiled.

“Oh, cumming … hard!” Grace called out into the phone. Rich could hear the deep moans and trembling sighs as Grace frigged herself into oblivion. “Mmm! Mmm! Oooooooohhh!”

“That’s it, Grace! Cum for me, baby!” Rich murmured into the phone as he listened to the sound of her cumming fantastically. “Oh, yeah, baby! Cum for Daddy!”

It was a minute or two before Grace spoke again, her voice wavering as the pleasure of her orgasm swept through her and subsided. “Oh, fuck, Richard. That was yummy. Thank you, baby!”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” Rich said. “Talk to you next hour.”

“Okay,” Grace said. Rich heard the sound of her smooching the phone before they hung up.

“You dog!” Anthony said, extending his upraised hand and giving Rich a high five. “You lucky fucking dog! You’re my hero!”

“I hope to be more than that,” Rich commented.

“So you’re really wearing her panties?” Anthony asked, a little unbelieving. “That’s pretty kinky, dude.”

“That’s what she wanted, part of the deal.”

Anthony shook his head and went back to his own office. Rich took up his work and spent the better part of the next hour finishing off the project, calling back to some customers, and plotting his next phone call to Grace. It was nearly eleven o’clock when he punched up her mobile number.

“Richard?” she asked when answering after the first ring.

“Who else, lover?”

“Mmm, I am so wet just waiting to hear from you,” she cooed.

“Well, I’m pretty hard just thinking about what I’d want to do with you,” Rich said. “Are you alone now or do you have company?”

“I’m alone in my office,” Grace replied softly. “I even cancelled my eleven o’clock appointment,” she added with a sexy giggle. “So tell me what you’d want to do with me.”

“Oh, the endless possibilities,” Rich said dreamily. “Imagine you’re standing in front of me, my hands gliding up over your legs, following your stockings underneath the hem of your skirt … pushing your skirt up to your hips so that I can see the cute little blonde curls above your sweet little pussy …”

“I’d like that …” Rich could tell that Grace was touching herself again by the short breathy whimpers and sighs that hushed over the phone.

“Then, I’d lean in to kiss your pussy, push my tongue out into the folds of your sex, wiggling all over your labia, teasing and tasting you …”

“Mmm, nice, baby … then what would you do?”

“Hmm, I’d probably spin you around and bend you over my desk, pushing your skirt up so that I can see that gorgeous ass of yours, Grace … you know that you have the best ass, don’t you?”

“You like my ass, Richard?”

“It’s breathtaking, baby, you know that … now feel my hands on your bare ass, caressing both cheeks, feeling your soft smooth skin, maybe smacking you playfully …”

“Oh, yes, Richard, spank me because I’m such a bad girl,” Grace replied, her voice quavering, betraying her deep arousal.

“Oh, yeah, I spank you, but then I spread your ass and bury my face right up there, kissing and licking your pussy … tonguing your asshole …”

“Oh, Richard …”

“Feel my tongue probing around your ass, Grace … feel my fingers petting your wet little pussy …”

“Yes … yes …”

“Feel my fingers push up inside your hot wet pussy, Grace, as you grab the edge of my desk to hold on … my fingers thrusting up into your pussy, my tongue laving your tight little asshole …”

“Oh, god, yes, Richard!” Grace moaned loudly, her voice trembling with her heated passion.

“You feel so wet and tight, Grace … I can’t wait any longer … I stand up behind you and take down my trousers … you look back at me as you feel me press forward, the head of my hard cock pushing against your pussy …” At just the thought of it, Rich’s cock felt hard enough to penetrate her snug little twat.

“Oh, Richard!”

“Feel me spreading your pussy wide, the head of my cock entering you, splitting you apart … feel me inside you Grace …”

“Oh! Oh! Ooooh!” Grace moaned. From the sound of her voice, Rich thought she might be cumming already.

“Feel me thrusting up inside you Grace … feel my thick hard cock all the way inside you, now … my belly pressed against your ass … my hands on your hips …”

“Oooooooh!”

“In and out I move my big old cock for you, Grace … long hard strokes … deep inside you then almost all the way out, then back deep inside … my hands reach for your breasts … I pull your camisole down, peel your bra away … feel my hands cupping your breasts while I drive my cock deep inside you … my hands squeezing your firm breasts, while my cock thrusts hard and fast and deep into your pussy … feel me, Grace …”

“Yes! Oooooh, yessssssssss!” Grace hissed into the phone, her voice a hoarse whisper rife with passion and filled with a lusty desire. “Oh, god, yesssssss!”

Rich fell quiet as Grace came with a greedy passion, her whimpers and sighs and moans conveying the sensations of her orgasm. He wanted her so much and knew that his words had reached her and stimulated her need for him. He savored every sound as she fought to regain her breath. While they had talked, Rich’s hand had fallen to his lap and had been rubbing firmly against his swollen throbbing member. He had been tempted to pull out his cock and stroke himself, but he wanted to conserve his sexual energies, not expend them prematurely on what had admittedly turned out to be some pretty hot phone sex.

“So what’s next, Grace?” Rich asked. “Are you up for lunch … or something else?”

 

[xtcnymphette]

Almost

Grace had passed on lunch she wasnt about to be one of Richrads lunchtime fucks. She kept him ringing all day and saved her self for after work. This needed time! Grace liked to be in control. It was the feeling of control over a man that made her excited and the thought of her tight little red panties stretched across Richards’ deliciously large round balls and his magnificent cock poking over the tiny elastic top had kept her pussy primed throughout the day. When he called no matter where she was she slipped a finger between her thighs onto her naked pussy and shivered her way to a succession of orgasms. Even when she was at the meeting she managed to manipulate herself discreetly to orgasm.

The truth was Grace was losing control. Since she first touched Richards cock and suckled the exploding tip she had teased with her panties she was besotted with him. There was barely a waking moment where she didn’t think of calling him and inviting him to slip his delightfully large cock between her aching lips and fill her. She ached for a penetration orgasm. She ached to feel his cock explode in her tight wet pussy. Mmmmmmm and she wanted him to do the same to her sweet asshole. She wanted to loose a week fucking him. She had never wanted anyone like she wanted him and yet here she was playing harder to get than a virgin.

She had arranged to meet him in the boardroom. She had planned to tease him once more after he had shown her how hot he could make her with his mouth. Mmmm if he felt half as good kissing pussy as he did kissing her lips she was in for an ecstatic time, she mused. She couldn’t continue to tease him any longer surely he would just take her and fuck her like she ached for. As the end of the day drew around Grace found herself lost in daydreams of Richards cock inside her. She couldn’t have worked even if she had wanted to. She simply day dreamed of him in between his calls and by the time quitting time arrived and the building emptied, her thighs were slippery with desire, her clit so sensitive that a breath on it would trigger orgasm. She packed up her desk and logged off her computer and hurried to the elevator to meet him. She felt so lean and hungry she would have fucked the first man she saw but wanted to save it all for him.

She arrived at the darkened boardroom and heard what sounded like a conversation perhaps Richard was talking on the phone. She walked straight up to Richard and kissed him longingly. He was such a good kisser; she felt her senses tingle as their lips touched. The tenderness sent shivers through her- she wanted him so deeply she almost broke down and begged him. She reached down and unzipped his fly. The huge lump that greeted him made her even more determined to have him.

“ Oh god you are so big, so hard. Mmmmmm and the panties feel so good around your delicious balls,” She cooed between increasingly urgent kissing punctuated by panting from both of them. “ I want you inside me. I can’t wait for you to fuck me. Fuck me now! Hard!” Grace teased his silk clad balls with her fingernails sending shivers through him that erupted into helpless moans. She circled his thick girth with her fingers and squeezed the hardness as she slid her fingers across the distorted swollen cock that she ached for.

Richard cupped her breast and pinched the nipple until it hardened then reached his hand beneath her skirt from behind to fondle her sensational buns. As he kissed her more and more deeply he circled her ass hole with his finger and felt her delight in the contact. He pushed his finger gently into her ass hole and she erupted in a tirade of begging and shivering. Grace loosened Richards belt and let his trousers fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and shorts leaving just his shirt and the beautiful sight of his cock standing tall thick and proud with red silk triangle supporting his balls that spilled from every corner of the stretched silk triangle. They struggled locked together, kissing wildly to the desk top and Grace simply hoisted her skirt and sat on the edge of the large boardroom table as she had done many times before.

Richard fell to his knees and blew warm air through her damp blond pubic hair. Parting it sweetly before sliding his tongue between the folds. Grace shivered to her core. Her sensitive clit that had been teased to extremes throughout the day felt his tongue flick it wetly. She responded with deep moans and her wetness began to trickle between her thighs. As he expertly flickered his tongue around her clit she erupted in a deep, delicious orgasm moaning uncontrollably and spontaneously grabbing his head and grinding against his face as he buried it in her now flooding pussy. She screamed and almost lost consciousness as the orgasms flowed over her like waves. He slid his fingers inside her and licked, sucked and finger fucked her each new wave of pleasure stook on different form. His tongue flickered he sucked his fingers thrust inside her –one, two three fingers. She was begging him to fuck her constantly she wanted him so deeply. When his finger slid into her ass hole and he sucked deeply on her clit she thought she had died and gone to heaven. She lost consciousness for a moment and when she awoke Richard had stopped and was standing over her masturbating.

“Beg for it Grace! Get down on all fours, kiss it and beg for it.” Richard commanded.

“Fuck me please! Don’t waste that delicious cum put it inside me please, please! I’m so hot for you! Grace pleaded. She leaned forward and took his cock in her hand and began kissing the tip and sobbing repeatedly ‘Fuck me! Fuck me pleeeease!”

Richard’s cock was beyond redemption he began to groan and she knew he was cumming. “ I’m going to cum on your face and tits you little slut. That’s what you deserve for teasing me like this.”

Grace ripped her bra aside revealing her sumptuous breasts and the moment she did bucket loads of cum shot in her face and all over her tits. She scooped it up eagerly wanting to taste his cum. When he had finished Richard stood back and peeled off the tight panties and threw them at Grace. “Wipe that up and wear them tomorrow and if you are a really good girl for me I’ll take you home and give you the fucking of your life.” With that Richard gathered his boxers and trousers and put them on and left Grace on all fours covered in cum.

Grace was devastated; she began to cry as she wiped his thick cum from her breasts and face. Pausing to inhale his scent and taste his sticky jism. She heard a noise from the anti room where the bar was and prayed that it wasn’t a cleaner.

“ You ok Grace” came the voice from the darkness that she recognised.

“ Who is it?” she called in the direction of the male voice. From behind a screen came Anthony. He had been watching the whole time. Watching the master work. His fly was open and he had an enormous hard on.

“What are you doing there, you naughty boy?” She began to recover her cool sensing how excited Anthony was and how he adored her.

“I was uh you know watching.” He stuttered. He had never been able to say much to Grace he was so awkward so hopelessly entranced by her that he could barely manage to walk from his hiding place into the room with her. Even though she was dishevelled with her bra ripped down pushing her pert breasts upward, her tight skirt bunched around her waist. Grace was still impossibly beautiful; mind numbingly desirable an impossible fantasy for him.

Beneath Grace’s own humiliation and desire for Richard and the powerlessness she felt a glimmer of an idea crossed her mind. “Come here Anthony.” As he obediently stepped towards her she began massaging her breasts seductively and licking her lips. “Do you want to touch me?” Anthony burst forward and began touching graces tits eagerly like a child with a new toy. Grace pulled him toward her and kissed him deeply. He shuddered with desire. “ You’re a virgin aren’t you Anthony? I think the time has come for you to have some pussy don’t you?”

“But… Richard… but… oh god yeah ooooh that’s so good!” Resistance was pointless. Grace had begun to stroke his over ripe cock and spread her legs and she had guided them to the edge of the table.

“ I want you inside me Anthony… Do you want to fuck me? Mmmmmmm you’re so big. I can’t wait to have you inside me. I’m so wet so hot soooo horny.” Grace guided his bewildered cock to the entrance of her swollen pussy. She ached for a cock inside it, any cock and Anthony was so ripe for the fucking. She knew he wouldn’t last long and his cock wouldn’t be like Richards’ but it would be enough to satisfy her lust and when Anthony turned up with her panties tomorrow and she ignored Richards calls revenge and even more desire would make their final tryst even more compelling. After all jealousy makes fucking exciting.

Anthony’s cock split her labia and began pushing past the tight folds. He moaned continuously and she felt him throb as his over excited cock pushed deeper inside her. Mmmmmmm you’re so big for me. Fuck me make me cum. Give me your hot cock.” Anthony had slid his cock into her up to the hilt his balls touched her ass cheeks as he savoured the delicious sensation of his cock being enveloped by her wet tight vagina. His cock throbbed and he shivered with desire and helpless moans. As she begged him to fuck her he began to move slowly in and out of her loosing himself in the sensation listening to the sound of squelching as her pussy gushed. He reached a steady rhythm and was conscious of her moans and shivers and that he was doing it to her. His cock was making her cum. He felt a pride fill him that drove him to pound her hard and deep and felt her scream and her sopping wet pussy squirt and contract around his cock. He was surprised he hadn’t cum on entry he was so horny. He cupped the cheeks of her delicious ass as he pounded her. He kissed her like a man possessed and fucked her hard and deep as she screamed and came repeatedly, clawing at him like an animal.

Grace wrapped her legs around him and reached down to caress his swollen balls. Anthony suckled at her nipples and writhed into various positions to fuck her again and again. Without removing his cock from her she turned over bent over the boardroom table. He began to fuck her from behind and the depth, angle and tightness coupled with his balls slapping her clit in an endless assault bringing her to the most earth shattering orgasm. He felt her pussy contract around his swollen cock and the stirring in his loins that signalled he was about to cum. He pushed deep inside her and held it there as she screamed.

“ Cum in me fill me with your cum. MMMMmmmmm I want your hot cum. Fill me up darling.” Anthony fulfilled every request as he felt his cock erupt deep inside her tight wet hole. The pleasure was unimaginable. He had never felts such waves of excitement warmth and joy masturbating. He moaned helplessly. “ God I love you Grace, I Lover youooooooo” Why is it some men confuse great sex with love? Grace thought as she tightened her pelvic floor muscles around his pumping cock. She prolonged his pleasure and her own for quite some time before he removed himself from her. Grace adjusted her bra over her breasts the swollen nipples poking hard through the fine fabric of her bra and camisole. She smoothed her skirt over her delightfully sticky blond pussy and picked up the panties from the floor where she had left them, kissed Anthony longingly and wiped his cock with them.

“ Mmmm Anthony you are such a good fuck. Did you enjoy your first time with me? I did you made me so hot darling. I’m going to tell all the girls how good you are.”

She finished wiping his cock with the panties. “ Show these to Anthony. Tell him you’re starting your own collection. And tell him how good a fuck I was wont you?” She kissed him again and turned and left. Anthony watched the breathtaking ass he had been pounding a few minutes ago leave the room the sensuous sway making his imagination tingle like every other part of him. He knew he had been used. but didn’t care. Who would? He spent every waking hour going over what he had seen and done. He wanted to tell Richard every detail just like he had the first time she teased him. He would be green with envy and ragingly jealous. That was what Grace wanted. Anthony found it difficult to care. He clutched the cum soaked sticky panties in his left hand and pulled them to his nose each time he wanted to remind himself that his first sexual encounter wasn’t just a dream.

 

[Miltone]

Rich Parker; even the best laid plans go awry

Storming down the hallway from the executive boardroom, Rich seethed with … with … with something. It wasn’t anger exactly, it wasn’t frustration either, and it wasn’t anything that he knew of. The taste of Grace was still on his tongue, the sound of her orgasmic cries rang in his ears, and the sight of her sprawled on all fours, her body dripping with his cum still flashed through his mind. His heart was thumping in his chest. He had walked away from so many other women before, left them in even worse shape and had never thought twice about it. What was there about this one, about Grace, that he felt he should do something more?

He paused by the elevator and was tempted to go back to her, but he didn’t. What would he say to her? Would he apologize for his rude behavior? He had never done so before in his life. He had never insulted a woman before. It was as though her relentless teasing had made him act so outrageously. He didn’t know much else, except that he still wanted her very much, he wanted more of her, and he knew that she wanted him.

For the first night in a very long time, Rich found sleep that evening difficult to come by. He kept thinking of Grace on her knees begging for his cock, he remembered the awesome feeling of release as he exploded over her divine face and breasts, he thought of the sobs he heard as he left the boardroom, and he felt pangs of guilt for not taking her all the way and for selfishly denying her complete pleasure. After tossing and turning for a couple of hours, Rich began to think about how he could make it up to her, and the notion that he could come up with something seemed to settle his mind and he fell into a wonderfully sexy dream of Grace.

The next morning, Rich tried calling Grace but got only her voicemail. He waited and tried again but hung up when she didn’t answer straight away. When he called her office number, the secretary who answered told him that Grace was tied up in a meeting and wouldn’t be available until after lunch. Probably screwing another client, Rich thought. Or maybe it was her boss’s turn again. Shit! She was probably pissed at him for the way he had acted the night before and that thought bothered him. She was certainly avoiding him.

Rich decided to set all of that aside and threw himself into his work. It didn’t hurt that he had a couple of appointments with customers and the drive with the convertible top down felt refreshing. It was after lunch by the time he returned and his mood was considerably improved, especially since one of his clients had dropped a new big project into his lap. Rich stopped by Anthony’s office on his way in.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

Anthony looked up from his computer sheepishly. “Okay,” he replied.

“When you get a sec, can you come down to my office?” Rich asked. “I just got a nice fat job from Fruehauf for you to look over.”

“Give me a couple,” Anthony replied before looking back to his computer screen.

Rich trotted down to his office and as he tossed his jacket on the coat rack he thought about how quiet Anthony seemed to be. Usually the kid was pumped up and excited about something. Oh, well. Maybe it was his own mindset that made it seem that way. He had laid out the materials he had collected from Freuhauf when Anthony appeared in the doorway. Rich explained what the customer wanted and outlined in detail what needed to be done. Anthony nodded and took down some notes in a very business like manner. When he finished up, Rich looked closely at his young friend.

“You’ll need to get with Graphics, maybe Jay, and come up with a suitable layout, ok?” Rich asked.

“Uh, yeah … right,” Anthony said, sounding a little distracted.

“Say, are you feeling all right?” Rich asked.

“Yeah, I’m great,” Anthony said quickly.

Rich could see that there was definitely something up with Anthony, given the way that he looked away when Rich tried to get his attention.

“Sure there isn’t something bothering you?” Rich asked.

“What do you mean?” Anthony asked defensively.

“Just that you’re acting kinda different than usual.”

“Well, there is something, but it’s not exactly bothering me,” Anthony said, fumbling in his pocket. With a sheepish grin he pulled something out of his pocket and tossed it onto Rich’s desk. Rich’s eyes widened when it was Grace’s cum-encrusted red silk panties.

“What the fuck? How’d you get a hold of those?” Rich asked.

“It’s kind of a long story, but remember last night when you said you were going to meet Grace in the boardroom?” Anthony began.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I kind of like followed along.”

“You what?”

“I tagged along and watched.”

“You watched Grace and me?”

“Well … um, yeah,” Anthony said, his face growing redder by the second. “I didn’t think you would mind. I only wanted to watch the master at work. I figured I could pick up some tips or something.”

“So what did you see?”

“Pretty much everything … you and her messing around … you eating her till she cums all over your face … then you jacking off all over her and taking off.”

“Shit!” Rich said, feeling even more embarrassed than the night before. He picked up the love-soiled panties. “So how did you come by these?”

“Um, well … you see, she kind of caught me looking on and asked me to join her … then … well, one thing leads to another and the next thing I know she’s begging me to fuck her—but you’ve got to believe it wasn’t my idea, Rich. I mean I know you are really hot for her, and I would never do anything to get in your way, but she looked so fucking hot, her tits hanging out, her skirt pulled up over her ass and everything. She was begging me to fuck her …”

“And you did?” Rich asked.

“Um … yeah, I did.”

“That fucking slut!” Rich said, incensed at the thought of Anthony having Grace before he did. “Am I the only guy in this company that she hasn’t fucked?”

“Hey, sorry man … I couldn’t help it, she looked so fucking fine!”

“Hey … it’s not your fault,” Rich said putting his hand on Anthony’s shoulder. “Funny thing is, it’s not her fault either, it was mine. I should’ve just done what I wanted and not played any games.”

“If it matters any, she wanted me to make sure I told you all about it and what a great fuck she is,” Anthony remarked.

“Is she?”

“She was fantastic … but how would I know? She was my first,” Anthony admitted.

“Fuck! Shit! Motherfucker! Goddamn!” Rich swore. He went back and slumped in his chair. For the first time in his adult life he felt as if he had screwed up with a woman. “You know I was wondering what was going on. She didn’t answer her phone all morning and you’ve been like super scarce.”

“I didn’t mean nothing by it, Rich, honest!” Anthony pleaded. “She was just so hot and horny and I couldn’t help it. It felt so good! She told me that I was a great fuck and she was going to tell all the other girls. Maybe I can start my own panty collection, just like you!”

That last comment made Rich smile. In fact, as he laughed out loud, he began to think that he was taking this all the wrong way. Shit, it wasn’t like he was falling in love with her or anything like that. No, this was all about deep lust and sexual desire and Rich then realized that he wanted Grace even more than before. Okay, maybe there was a little petty jealousy filtering in, but more importantly he remembered the lustful desire in her voice, the incredible tingles he felt when seeing her body, touching her creamy golden skin, eating her amazing pussy until she passed out, and he knew he wanted her, he needed her, he had to have her!

“You’re not mad at me, are you, Rich?” Anthony asked.

Rich picked up the cum-soaked panties and twirled them around his finger for a second before tossing them back to Anthony. “No, I’m not mad, Anth—in fact, I’m kind of proud of you. It’s not often that a guy has such a hot babe for his first lay, and before I get to her. Congratulations!”

Anthony proudly stuffed the panties back into his pocket.

“I hope you add more to your collection real soon,” Rich said, getting up from his desk and clapping Anthony on the back. “But you might want to be careful who you watch getting off … some other guy might not be so understanding, nor will the girl so … um, accommodating.”

“Thanks, Rich,” Anthony said, sharing a laugh with his friend and mentor. “So are you going after her?”

“Oh, yeah,” Rich said dreamily, thinking of his next seduction. “And I’ll make her forget every other guy she ever had—no offense, Anth.”

“None taken, Rich.”

With that, they settled down and finished up what remained on the Fruehauf project, eventually getting Jay involved in the graphic design. As they worked into the late afternoon, Jay was suspicious of their behavior and questioned them about it.

“You two are up to something,” Jay commented. “You gotta let me in on it.”

“Nothing really,” Rich said with a wink at Anthony. “Let’s just say that our boy here got lucky last night and that Yours Truly is playing with a full hand tonight.”

“I’m not sure what that means, but good luck whatever!” Jay said.

It was nearly six when they broke up. Anthony and Jay left for the night. Rich cleaned off his desk, slipped into his jacket, and straightened his tie. He took the elevator two floors up and strode along proudly headed toward Mahogany Row. The executive secretary had left and Rich paused by her desk and retrieved his cell phone. He dialed up Grace’s mobile number. He could hear the ring of her phone down the hallway, once, twice, three times. Rich began to walk toward the sound. Grace finally answered after the fourth ring.

“Hello, Richard,” she said in a soft sensual voice that dripped with sex appeal.

“Hey, babe,” Rich said. “Busy day, eh?”

“Terribly busy,” she said breathily. “I haven’t had a single moment to myself all day.”

“Up till now, that is,” Rich said. He could hear some stirring over the phone and down the hallway as he neared her office.

“And how is that?”

“Well, I thought I’d help you find the time for yourself,” he offered.

“That’s nice of you, but I have a ton of work on my desk yet—”

“Then it will have to wait,” Rich said. “Cause I want you to take your hands off that keyboard and put them on your breasts.”

She giggled and stirred in her seat. “You are a bad boy aren’t you?”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, darling,” he replied. “Now, do as I say. Place both hands on your breasts and feel them, squeeze them just a bit.”

“I must say that I’m surprised,” Grace remarked. “I thought that you had lost interest in me.” The sound of her sighs hissing over the phone told him that she was touching herself.

“Hardly, babe,” Rich replied. “I need you more than ever now.”

“Mmm,” Grace hummed into the phone. There was a soft shimmering sound over the phone and Grace hummed softly.

“Are your nipples getting hard, honey?” Rich asked.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Good … now I want you to pinch them and pull them …” Rich heard her whimper. He had neared the door of her office and kept his voice low. “Good girl, now take your right hand and put it under your skirt.”

There was another whimper, this one stronger than the last. He carefully drew near to her office door and looked inside. Grace was seated at her computer, her chair pushed a short ways away from her desk, her phone cradled on her shoulder. She was wearing a soft light blue sweater that complimented the color of her fantastic blue eyes and fit snuggly to the curves of her breasts, with a short pleated white skirt that ended mid thigh. Her left hand was cupping her breast while her right hand was working up under her skirt.

“Is your pussy wet, Grace?”

“Oh, god yes!” she moaned.

Rich strained to see if he could see if she was wearing any panties but the angle was too difficult.

“Are you wearing panties, Grace?”

“Well I got the feeling after last night that maybe our little fling was over,” Grace replied, her voice growing breathy and shallow as she leaned back in her chair. Rich could see that her right hand was rubbing up and down between her legs.

“Hmm, so you wore some today.” Rich said teasingly, “I want you to show me what they look like.”

“I can’t do that!” she protested with a giggle.

“Sure you can, I want to see if you are wearing panties or not.”

“But you’d have to be here for me to know for certain,” she said.

“That can be arranged pretty easily,” Rich remarked. He stepped fully into the doorway of her office, lowered his phone from his ear and said aloud, “Now show me your panties, Grace.”

She looked toward the sound of his voice and her eyes popped wide open. For a moment she simply stared at him, then she smiled, swiveled her chair around facing him fully, and reached with both hands for the hem of her skirt. Spreading her legs apart, Grace slowly lifted her skirt up to reveal a sheer little pink scrap of silk that could barely even cover the hot pink slit of her sex and the trim blonde curls just above it. Rich entered her office, one long slow step at a time. His eyes swept up and down her body and he was enchanted. Her cheeks had a rosy glow flush with arousal, her breasts stood proud displaying her taut erect nipples beneath the tight soft blue knit of her sweater, and the sweet slit of her little pussy was glistening with excitement.

“Mmm, aren’t you one beautiful sight.”

Grace slid both hands down to her pussy, pulling the pink silk to one side and running the tips of her forefingers up and down through the folds of her sex, spreading her pink little twat open just a bit.

“And are you getting all hard for me, Richard?” Grace asked.

Rich didn’t have to answer, he simply opened his jacket so that she could see the ample bulge in his suit trousers. He continued walking toward her until he stopped right in front of her. Grace looked so appetizing, sitting there, spread wide for him. he wanted to take her with him someplace and have the most fantastic sex, and judging from the look of her body, she would be willing to go with him.

Rich reached down and took her hand, lifting from her pussy to his lips. He kissed her fingers and sucked the taste of her pussy from them. Then he took her other hand and pulled her up from the chair and into his arms. Grace fell into his open embrace and they kissed madly and passionately, their hands roaming all over each other’s body. Then Rich led her from her office, down the hall and toward the elevator.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Rich stopped and embraced her again, kissing her again with an urgent passion. Then he continued toward the elevator. Once inside, Rich ran his hand down over her ass and then up under her skirt, fondling the firm cheeks of her ass and pressing his fingers deep into the split until he felt the warmth and dampness of her pussy. Grace leaned up and kissed him on the cheek and nibbled at his ear. When the elevator doors opened at his floor, Rich took her hand and lead her toward his office.

“Where are we going?” Grace asked.

“Since you like panties so much, I want to show you my collection,” he said with a devilish grin.

“Collection?”

“Oh, yeah.”

The area around his office was empty since even the hardest working brown-noser had left for the day. Rich led Grace into his office. Proudly he opened his desk drawer and showed her his collection.

“So it is true,” Grace said. “You do collect them.”

“Panties? Yes, I do,” Rich said. He reached down into the drawer of panties, grabbed at them with both hands and tossed them onto his desk. He emptied the drawer of the panties. There were all styles and colors and fabrics, skimpy g-strings and v-strings, thongs and bikinis, they were white, pink, blue, black and purple—even a pair of camouflage, there was cotton, silk, satin and lace, hundreds of panties spread over his desk. “So what sort of contribution do you want to make, Grace?”

 

[xtcnymphette]

She spoke in the breathy sexy whisper that she knew drove him mad with desire and hoisted her skirt.

“Well first of all you’re not getting these until you’ve given me something in exchange.”

“And what would that be you hot little vixen?”

Grace let go of her skirt and began placing the panties over the desk side by side, methodically. When all the panties were laid in rows she looked at Richard seductively and bent over the desk hoisting her skirt from behind to reveal the tight outline of the fragment of pink silk that clung tightly to her sumptuous buns. Richard felt the stirring of the days of torture and a tide of warm sexual stirring that brought him back to how horny he had been just before he had sprayed his cum over her glorious tits and angelic face. He unzipped his pants and folded out his throbbing cock. He had never been so hard and so hot so fast. He could tell she was ready for him. She slid back her hand and pulled aside her panties revealing her swollen damp slit. Without a word he moved up behind her and slid his thick tip up and down her wet opening until the lips parted and he could feel the dampness against his eager cock.

“ Mmmmmmmm fuck me… ooooooh earn your panties!” She moaned.

Time for foreplay had past days ago, all that was needed now was to push inside her and he wasted no time sliding his thick cock into her pussy. He pushed past the deliciously tight opening savouring the pleasure of first entry and moaning uncontrollably as he did. She was exquisite! She wriggled seductively to allow him to feel the tight wet pussy walls that enveloped him. He could feel her contracting around his swelling cock as he pushed deeper into her.

Grace moaned and shivered she was on the edge of orgasm with only his tip inside her. She wanted him more than any man. He who made her wet just talking to her on the phone, who had made her hotter than she had felt ever! By the time his cock reached her cervix and she felt his balls against her clit the shivers and moans had became screams and shouts and the gush of wetness and squirting from her followed in rapid succession. She felt him lean over her and slide his hand beneath her top and begin to massage her tit in the sweet pink bra that encased them. As he began to move inside her the waves of pleasure cascaded over her until she was conscious that he was fucking her in a relentlessly hard and deep rhythm, was pinching her nipple through the bra and his other hand slid beneath her panty front to tease her clit. Between the pinched nipple, the teased clit and the pounding swelling cock inside her Grace disintegrated into shivers, moans, cries and shouts. As soon as one orgasm abated another built up and exploded. Richard was so good at this. She felt his cock grow inside her, throb and listened for his moans as her pussy contracted around his throbs.

Neither wanted a long fuck, they had both waited too long for this. Richard wanted to hold off to make Grace cum so often she would beg him to keep going, but Richard could not hold back. He felt the moment he entered her that he would blow and now after ten minutes of fucking this exquisite pussy he wanted cum in her.

“ Cum in me darling, fill me up with your delicious cream. Mmmmmmm pussy wants your cream darling fuck me ooooooh deeper oh yes! Yes! Yes! yes!”

As Grace collapsed in another round of orgasms he felt her vaginal walls close around him like a vice. She was tighter and wetter than any virgin he had ever fucked. Her wild wiggling, gyrating ass mad e every stroke lead to a tingling and an aching deep in his balls and as he pushed into her deep he removed his hands from her tits and clit and held her hips with both his hands. He leaned forward and kissed her neck and moaned in her hear.

“Oooooooh god it’s so good so good, I can’t hold off anymore I’m gonna cum in you ooooooh yeah mmmmmmm.”

“Oooh fill me up baby do me deep, mmmm pussy loves your cream.” Grace cooed.

They lay on the desk shivering with joy as each wave of pleasure enveloped them. His cock pumping four or five times in her as her pussy contracted and clamped his cock tightly inside her until the shivering stopped and they lay motionless in bliss.

Richard was reluctant to take his cock from her. It felt like it belonged in her and that the pumping sensation of his cock inside her exquisitely wet tight pussy was normality. He pulled from her and lifted her to face him and they kissed, deeply longingly. Not like a couple gripped in passion but like lovers who had been separated for an eternity finally united.

“Mmmmm Rich let’s go home to my place I want to take the next few days off and give you the rest of my panties.”

Richard kissed her again and then they took the panty collection in an office bag to the car park. He followed her in her BMW to her apartment. She led him to her room and emptied the panties over her king sized bed. She helped him off with his clothes and kissed his chest and back. Covering every piece of his flesh with her tiny wet sensual kisses. He shivered with desire and felt his cock firm once more.

She stood back as he sat on the bed and peeled off her pink top and flung it to one side of the room, shimmied out of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. With a single snapping motion her bra dropped to the floor and her glorious tits bounced beautifully, the nipples hard and pink, the aureoles almost glowing. She peeled the pink panties from her body and wiped the cum that dripped from her over excited pussy with them then flung them onto the bed with the other panties.

Grace’s delicious naked form stirred Richard to the core. She moved towards him and then knelt at his feet and began to suck his cock taking it immediately deep into her mouth as she slurped loudly, fondling his balls with her fingernails, grazing them with a feather like touch. Her head bobbed up and down on his cock eagerly, wetly, feeling it grow to the proportions she had enjoyed in her pussy once more. She delighted in his satisfied moans and enjoyed the taste of him on her lips.

She stopped and sat beside him on the bed.

” You like my ass don’t you Rich?”

Richard nodded excitedly.

“ I’ve been such a naughty girl. Don’t you think fucking your little friend like that. I need a damned good spanking and then I need you to fuck me up my ass because that’s some place I don’t let many people go. Don’t you think that’s what I deserve?”

Grace kissed her and he cupped her tits eagerly. The thought of spanking her he found appealing but the thought of anal with her made him too excited to speak. Grace pulled away from him and stood up and he beckoned her to bend over his knee. She laid across him her silken flesh in touch with his swollen cock. Her ass pouting as she beckoned to be slapped. The first slap stung her and left a mark on her creamy ass cheeks, and then the smacks that followed had her howling in pain until he could hear her crying. He had never done this before he was always a gentle man. Between the sobs he could hear her pleading with him to fuck her. He helped her onto the bed lying face down. Her ass cheeks red from the smacking he kissed it gently and ran his fingers between her super moist thighs, she quivered and moaned.

“Put it in my pussy so it gets wet then fuck my hot little asshole darling.”

Richard lay on top of her and guided his swollen cock to her delicious pussy once more and forced it between the swollen folds. She squirted immediately covering his cock with her divine juices. Two short deep thrusts and he pulled from her and let the dripping end of his cock moisten her sweet little ass hole then he rimmed her hole with his bare tip and began to force it inside her.

Grace writhed and seethed like an alley cat hissing arching her back to take him inside. He pushed into her. She was unbelievably tight and she loved it! As his cock found it’s away into her depths she began to moan and shout and beg him to fuck her. Richard obliged he had only experienced anal sex a few times but this was something else. The combination of the tightness and her wild response her seething begging shivering and the endless orgasms that seemed even more intense than when he had fucked her at the office. She was a fireball, so hot so relentlessly sexy all he could do was move inside her like a piston pumping in her divine ass as she gyrated and boiled like a hot spring bursting into orgasms and cries of desire. He was hopelessly engrossed with her and pummeled her repeatedly delighting in her screams and shaking, savoring every climax, until he felt as if a white light had covered his eyes his cock expanded and swelled, he pumped deep into her and collapsed on her back and exploded inside her tight asshole as she thrashed about in delight.

All of that night and most of the next day they did nothing more than tease each other and fuck. Grace wore a pair of her favourite panties for each time Richard fucked her. Richard’s panty collection was due to double sometime in the very near future. Grace’s collection of cocks and desire had come to an interesting one-man focus. If it wasn’t love then it was the most amazing collection of desire either of them had ever experienced.

 

[Miltone]

Rich Parker

The feeling of pleasure was incredible as Rich stood behind Grace, who was bent so sexily over his work desk, her skirt pushed up past her waist, her panties pulled to the side, and his throbbing cock exploding up inside her hot wet depths. Three, four, then five times he felt his body cum, each eruption more intense than the last, until they had both collapsed onto the richly grained maple desktop, savoring each sensational tremor. Rich could feel her body quivering and quaking from her own release as his panting and heaving chest fought for breath.

From the moment he had lead her down to his office to show off his panty collection, he was preparing himself for this moment. He had wondered if there might be some slow romantic foreplay, but once they were together intimately that notion seemed superfluous; their incessant teasing all week had been the foreplay and they were now enflamed in a heated act of consummation, of making real all of the desires that had been brewing between them.

Even now as they pushed up from the desktop, they remained locked together, Rich unwilling to leave the tight warm confines of her delicious little pussy, and his cock remaining stiff and hard despite his voluminous orgasm. Grace turned her head around for a kiss and as she did so, Rich slipped reluctantly from inside her and welcomed her into his arms. Her kiss felt like a warm appreciative thank you, and he returned it with one of his own. As they held each other close, Grace ran her hands up and down his chest, her nails gently raking against his muscular chest and stomach.

“Mmm, Rich, let’s go home to my place,” Grace suggested. “I want to take the next few days off and give you the rest of my panties.”

Rich grinned at the prospect. He had some time off coming and could swing that, especially if it meant getting all he could of this incredibly sexual young demon. Richard kissed her again.

“Sounds like a great idea to me, Baby,” he remarked. Rich chuckled when she stuffed his panty collection into an office bag and brought them along. He followed her BMW back to her apartment in his Corvette. All the way up the elevator ride to her plush suite, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He ran his hand underneath her skirt, fondling the firm round curves of her ass, teasing the warm damp place between her legs. While she fumbled for her keys and unlocked the door Rich guided his hands around to cup her breasts underneath her soft snug top. He wouldn’t have persisted had she not encouraged him with sexy giggles and a breathy laugh and a look of sheer lust in her big blue eyes.

Grace led him straight through her beautiful modern and stylish apartment to her bedroom and dumped the panties out over her king sized bed. Then she turned to him and ran her hands up over his chest again and leaned up onto her tiptoes to kiss him. Her hands pushed his suit jacket from his shoulders and began to work on his tie, unknotting it skillfully and pulling it from his collar. When Rich reached to pull at her clothing, Grace maneuvered away, so he contented himself with caressing her curves through the soft fabric of her top and skirt.

As Grace opened his shirt, she kissed each part of him she revealed, nibbling and licking his heated, tingling flesh. No part of him escaped her kisses and caresses, his shoulders and back, his legs as his trousers fell to his feet, his ass as she lowered his silk boxers, even his navel was treated to some licks and kisses. His cock selfishly jumped up and throbbed at being left out of her sweet sensual kisses. As Rich looked down at her pulling his boxers away from his feet and tossing them aside, he was consumed with desire for her. She made him hotter and hornier than any woman ever had. His entire body pulsated with an inescapable wanton need. He reached for her hands and helped her to her feet, his arms pulling her body close to his. It was an incredibly sexy feeling, his being completely naked whilst she was still completely dressed.

Then Grace pushed him down onto the bed and stood back. She briefly ran her hands teasingly over her body before peeling her top up and off, tossing it aside. Then she turned her back to him and looked over a shoulder as she unfastened her skirt and slipped it down past her hips to the floor. As she slowly turned around, Rich felt his cock throb during her little strip tease.

“You are enjoying this a little too much, I believe,” Rich said. He thought of reaching for his cock and stroking it, but instead just rocked and wiggled his hips, letting his tall thick cock wave at her.

“I’m enjoying this only as much as you are, seeing the effect of what I’m doing, turning you on,” she teased, reaching behind her back and popping free the clasp of her sexy little pink bra. As it fell to the floor, Grace’s magnificent breasts bounced free and nearly took Rich’s breath away. Completely bared, they were spectacular, perfectly round and full and firm, with the most exquisite nipples he had ever seen, pink and ripe and mouthwatering. Grace grinned at the way his cock twitched as she touched her breasts. “And judging by the look of that monster between your legs, you are enjoying yourself quite a bit!” she teased.

Grace toyed with her panties, pulling them up and playing with the skimpy strings that ran up over her hips, before turning and bending over at the waist to tug the little scrap of pink silk down from her hips. She spread her legs just enough for him to see the hot pink slit of her sex between her legs and the gorgeous sway of her tits as she glanced back at him. After stepping out of the panties, Grace wiped her sodden little twat with them and tossed them onto the pile on the bed. She lifted her hands to her head, her fingers combing through her hair, and waltzed toward Rich her body bending and swaying in time to some silent erotic theme. With the many mirrors on the walls and ceiling of her bedroom, it was possible to see Grace’s exquisite naked body from almost every possible angle. Rich could have sworn he heard a hot sexy saxophone playing in the background. When she was close enough, he reached out to touch her, but Grace sank to her knees between his legs and took his cock straight into her mouth. Rich groaned uncontrollably.

“Oh, fuck, Grace!” he swore as she sucked his cock deep inside her mouth, grazing over his balls with a light touch. She was all lips and tongue and throat as she eagerly bobbed her head up and down on him, making him swell to a full rock hard erection almost instantly. Rich set his hand lightly on her head, more to hang onto her than to direct her motion. She knew exactly what to do with his cock in her mouth and she was doing it, enough that his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from the intense pleasure she was bringing him.

Then just as he was surrendering to the superb feel of her lips and tongue, Rich felt his cock slip from her mouth and he looked down to see her crawling up onto the bed beside him.

“You like my ass, don’t you, Rich?” she asked with her sweet soft sexy little voice.

”Oh, you know I love your ass,” Richard nodded excitedly, running a hand over the firm creamy curves.

“And I’ve been such a naughty girl, don’t you think, fucking your little friend like that? I need a damned good spanking and then I need you to fuck me up my ass because that’s some place I don’t let many people go. Don’t you think that’s what I deserve?”

“Oh, I believe you deserve every bit of that and more,” Rich answered. Grace leaned over him and kissed him warmly on the lips. His hands trembled as he touched her tits, cupping and squeezing them tenderly, fingering her hard nipples gently and teasingly. Rich wanted her in every way and the idea of spanking then fucking her ass made his body tingle and his cock throb even harder. “You are such a bad little girl, Grace.”

Rich scooted over to the edge of the bed and maneuvered Grace down onto his lap, his cock bumping against the soft silky skin of her belly. He ran his hand over the cheeks of her ass, making a wide sweeping figure eight as he felt her firm creamy cheeks. Grace wiggled her ass in anticipation. Resting one hand on the small of her back, Rich guided his fingers up through the warm gap between her legs, letting his fingertips tease the hard nub of her clit, the damp slit of her sex, and the tight little bud of her ass. Then he lifted his hand and brought it smartly down onto the cheek of her ass with a loud, Smack!

He felt her flinch and squeal at the contact and then rubbed her warm flesh gently. Then he raised his hand and smacked her other cheek just as hard and felt her whimper. He rubbed her reddened cheek and let his fingers slip between the folds of her wet pussy and down to her clit. She was so wet it was beginning to drip down her thighs.

“Mmm, you have been such a bad girl, Grace,” Rich remarked, rubbing her ass before smacking her sharply again and again. Her squeals and whimpers began to turn into cries and sobs. He smacked her ass firmly several times until both cheeks were fully rouged, then he massaged her overheated flesh, finding her pussy thoroughly drenched with her liquid excitement. Rich shifted his free hand around to caress her body as he spanked her, feeling the arch of her back as she met each slap, feeling the jiggle of her breasts and her rock hard nipples as she wriggled with the pain and the pleasure of her spanking.

“Fuck me, Rich! Fuck me, please!” she cried out, her voice quivering with emotion. When she turned to look at him, he could see the tears streaming down her face.

“So my bad girl wants to be fucked does she?” he asked, before smacking her ass sharply again, making sure that his palm and fingers lashed at her exposed sex. Each time he smacked her, he could feel her body quiver as if a bolt of lightning was passing through her.

“Please, Rich!” she pleaded. “Put your cock in my pussy so it gets wet, then fuck my hot little ass hole, Darling.”

With a final set of spanks, Rich helped her up so that she was kneeling at the edge of the bed, her reddened ass glowing from her “punishment.” He kissed her ass gently and ran his fingers between her drenched thighs. He knelt behind her and aimed his thick hard cock at her dripping little pussy. She quickly admitted him as if she were sucking him inside. No sooner was he inside her than he felt her juices drench his swollen member. While he worked his cock and in out of her pussy, Rich also fingered her ass, probing gently inside, making Grace squirm and squeal. Through the separating membranes, he could feel the thickness of his cock moving back and forth inside her pussy. After a few hard deep thrusts, Rich withdrew his cock and saw how it glistened from her wetness. He worked a second finger into her ass, feeling her protest at first but then relax and admit him, although gripping him tightly. Then he pulled his fingers out and rubbed the dripping head of his cock on the tight little rosebud of her ass.

“So, is this what you want, sweetheart?” he asked, pressing the head against her tight pink hole.

“Oh, fuck yes, Richard!” Grace cried, pressing her ass back against him. “I want you to bury your big old cock inside my ass!”

With slow gentle but firm strokes, Rich began to work his cockhead against Grace’s ass, feeling her stretch a bit more with each push until the head popped inside. Grace’s body writhed and wriggled, she hissed and arched her back to take all of him inside her. As his cock worked its way deeper inside her, she began to moan and scream, begging Rich to fuck her. Rich didn’t disappoint her. She seemed to be on fire and was gripping the bedcovers and pushing firmly back against him. This wasn’t his first anal sex but it was certainly his best, and the sensations far more than what he had experienced with anyone before. Each deep thrust inside her brought them to a greater height of passion.

Rich gripped her hips and settled into a strong steady rhythm, thrusting his cock deeply into her ass, feeling the tightness and the heat. With each thrust Grace thrashed about on the bed, pulling at the bedcovers, clutching at them, tossing her pretty blonde head back and forth, begging him to fuck her ass harder. She bucked like an unbroken filly, rocking her body back against Rich until her buns smacked sharply against his belly and his balls slapped at her pussy.

Reaching down underneath her body, Rich flayed his fingers against Grace’s clit and pussy, driving her even madder and sending a new series of shudders thundering through her. Her wetness flowed down her thighs and Rich scooped some up and smeared it over the shaft of his cock as it pumped deeply into her ass. Then he reached his cum sodden hands up under her body and cupped her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples, feeling her press her firm heated flesh into his palms.

After Rich had felt like what seemed a hundred orgasms sweep through Grace’s gorgeous body, he felt his own climax build up to a point where he could no longer control his actions and he pumped furiously into Grace until he felt the tide of cum surge up from his balls and burn its way up through his cock and spurt deeply into Grace’s superb ass.

“Uhhhnnn! Arrrggghhh!” he grunted and growled as his seed shot deeply into her.

“Oh, cum in my ass! Cum in my tight ass, Richard!” Grace screamed, as she must have felt his eruption.

The cum spilled out of him almost endlessly until Rich felt completely spent and collapsed on her back, holding her quivering body tightly and his own shook from his mind-bending release. Both of them were covered with a sheen of perspiration and their damp bodies clambered up onto the bed still covered with his silk and satin and lace collection of panties. Rich ran his fingers through her short blonde curls.

“You … you … you are fantastic,” Rich murmured. “I’ve never known any girl like you … ever before.”

“You’re pretty much something else, too,” Grace returned, planting sweet little kisses on his lips and cheeks.

Once their heartbeats and breathing had returned toward normal, they took a quick shower and fell back into bed. As their sweet compliments faded, they drifted off for a light nap. When Rich awoke an hour or two later, Grace had shifted down in the bed and was gently sucking on his revived cock. When he pulled her up, Rich noticed that she had slipped on the tiniest little black lace panties, a miniscule triangle that scarcely covered her pussy with skinny little strings that ran over her hips and disappeared down in the crack of her ass. Rich smiled at the sight of her wispy blonde curls peeking over the top of the panties. After Grace had climbed on top and ridden his cock to another glorious orgasm, those panties were added to the collection.

Before finally falling asleep for the night, Grace slipped on a tiny pair of sheer white bikini panties. Those were added to the “collection” the next morning when Rich awoke first and kissed her body from head to toe and bent her up like a pretzel and fucked her hard and fast with all the energy a good night’s sleep affords. Then there was the pale blue thong that she was wearing during breakfast and that was pulled down to her knees before Rich entered her from behind as Grace stood at the sink washing up their breakfast dishes.

They had great fun making up excuses for calling into work for the day off. Rich was sure that Anthony and Jay would tease him unmercifully when he next appeared at work. They spent the rest of the morning playing and having sensational sex. Around noon they decided to take a short break and run out to the store for a few things. But when Rich went into the bathroom and saw Grace wearing a gorgeous little white lace bra and g-string ensemble he couldn’t resist moving up behind her and embracing her, rubbing his stiffening cock up between the cheeks of her ass. The next thing they knew, Grace had turned around and was sitting on the counter with Rich standing between the of spread her legs and pumping deeply inside her.

“The way this is going, I’m going to run out of lingerie in a few days,” Grace teased later as she peeled off the g-string and tossed it on top of Rich’s collection on her bed and rolled her naked body onto the pile, ending up on her back, her knees up and her legs spread slightly showing off her swollen well-used blonde pussy.

“We can always go shopping and get some more,” Rich replied as he crawled onto the bed to join her. From the glint in her eyes, he knew that she was thinking the same thing, the two of them in a lingerie store, Grace trying on various outfits and Rich sneaking into the dressing room followed by some telltale sighs and moans and cries.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” Grace said as she kissed him. “Of course, we might get a certain reputation at Victoria’s Secret!”

“Yeah, they’d probably stop us at the door!” Rich said, rolling over and pulling Grace up on top of him. “But all of these don’t mean so much to me anymore,” he said fiddling with the scattered panties blanketing the bedcovers.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, now that I’ve added the ultimate to my collection, all the rest don’t seem to matter.”

“Which one would that be?” Grace asked, picking up her pale blue thong, then the white lace, then the pink silk.

“Actually, it’s none of those,” Rich replied and kissed her. She looked down into his twinkling deep blue eyes. “It’s you,” he admitted. Grace leaned down and melted into his next kiss. They did eventually get dressed for their trip to the store, but not until the next day. There just always seemed to be a certain “something” popping up between them that demanded their attention.