I knew the view would be awesome. Spectacular even. A perfect vision just before my eyes. What a goddess of pleasure I have in my reach. A feast for anyone, any other red-blooded male. So my perfect scene, flesh revealing, the required amount of lace encasing a body and then the stockings, skin tight and all the way up a pair of slender legs to an edible gap of delicious thigh before yet more lace. What else does a man need to look upon in his hotel room? To look upon anywhere? This is the ultimate view I like to see, no other pleasure comes close.
I stand back and admire her for a few moments, just savouring the opportunity, enough to get my horn levels soring and my mind focused on pure sexual need. She makes me smile just to watch her. My fucking sexy fantasy. I watch her cavorting before the depth of floor to ceiling window, parading her body for all to see below, but she is dressed for me, she is dressed to please.
It’s not the first time we’ve met. But having met the once I knew that I wanted to ask for her again, plan another meeting. I think she likes me, the way she reacts in my arms, she appears to enjoy our little kinky fun we have, our moment of hotel room sex. I certainly couldn’t resist another chance to see her again. Even though we’re not a couple, fucking her is earth shattering. Its like she knows my every dark desire, consuming me whole in the moments when were together.
I watch, as she flaunts her body from high above to anyone who might be looking. Quite the show I am sure, it’s a show for me though, I paid and I’m in the front seat watching, taking in the full glorious panorama of all that body and lace.
Standing now my body bare against her, I feel the warmth of her skin and inhale that sweet body scent of hers as I touch her neck with my lips. These are needed kisses that I plant up her neck while my hand naturally starts to feel over the smooth shape of her arse. Just feeling the curve of her satin skin makes my cock twitch. This body so made for pleasure, just drives me crazy. I keep stroking her, caressing the flowing skin under my hand before I feel the urge build and my hand quickly moves away and returns with more pace. I know the spank will send a sexy shudder through her. I caress and rub her slightly reddened skin, warming her beneath my fingers before repeating the chastisement that I know she loves. Seeing her respond to my control fuels my horn levels further, my mind so locked in this singular moment of raw sexual desire.
My naughty playful vixen, how satisfyingly sinful she gets. I move to kiss her but she slightly turns her head, a spontaneous move on her part allowing me more access to her neck before she finally turns and penetrates my mouth with hers. Deep searching kisses, this isn’t the moment for romance; this passionate encounter is all about satisfying our bodies and our cravings. I want to satisfy her as much as my own, nothing gives me more pleasure.
I allow my hand to continue feeling the flesh of her rounded perfect buttocks, slightly rosy after a few spanks, but I find myself on my knees, my hand sliding up between her cheeks and back again. Such a delightful body to arouse, I don’t want to stop touching her, my face so focused and close upon her. My hand circles and parts her cheeks as she wickedly bends forward, spreading her hands across the glass, she pushes her arse out and into my face ensuring I get the full view and pleasure. My finger slips deeper between her cheeks finding the epicentre of her moist pussy. Circling my fingers around her lips I sense the damp skin and begin teasing the juicy folds of skin with my finger, before exploring the delicious sticky sweetness deeper within. As her arousal grows I want her to feel her skin stretched and tempted with the growing pulsing movement with yes more fingers within her. My eyes soak in the scene, so vividly in front of me, watching her delicious pussy lips swell before me and seeing her body respond.
Slipping my hands into her panties I ease them over her thighs and down the length of her legs, turning her around before me, her smooth pussy comes perfectly to my face, letting me lean forward to taste her. Legs open invitingly; she arches her back against the glass and thrusts her hips forward as I begin to feast upon her fragrant juicy body. Such a sweet taste I never tire of, my mouth now covered in her wetness, I use my tongue to swirl around in her pussy, licking and feeling each of her feminine folds, normally so hidden from view.
My arousal is so intense I stand and instantly start to devour her mouth with more searching sexy kisses. Pushing her back, I feel the need to take her and as ever she accommodates my needs.
My cock raging, she knows the moment and falls to her knees in such a submissive manner. Taking my full length I feel the moist heavenly confines of her mouth encasing me, wet and slippery the sensation like no other. Swirling her tongue around my head she builds me up so I want to explode, but then the pattern changes and she takes me deep to the base, the tight muscles of her throat pressing against me. Just when I think I need to come the moment changes again and another sensation builds and all along giving me a telling look with her eyes dancing with excitement.
I grab my crazy little vixen and lift her up to me. Her face is alive, and her laughter wild and carefree. She wraps all her lithe supple legs around my torso and I lift her deep onto me. I have to feel her, be in her, and take possession of my wild little creature. The pleasure is so consuming, my mind blank, incapable of anything other than having her, and I fuck her hard and deep.
As she looks at me, her eyes soften giving away another look, a look of adoration, and devotion and I feel entranced by her. Her ability to captivate me in all she does and I watch her throw back her head and laugh.
I continue to drive my cock deep into my sexy minx, her bottom bent over so I can enjoy the pleasure of each thrust I make, her gorgeous body there for me to take. She moans with satisfying fulfilment, and I triumph in the raw pleasure both our bodies are receiving. I hold her hair tight, forcing her body down, knowing how much she loves to be controlled. My thrusts continue to build and I know I can’t stop exploding at any moment, hearing her final gasps, I know she is there and release myself to meet her climax. It’s violent and seemingly sudden yet so physically exhausting and we fall together on to the bed, my naughty minx and I.
THE END

Unlike my wife, she understood me. The deeper, visceral, sexual me.
That was apparent right from the start.
I’d seen her on social media and her wit and intelligence were magnetic. She was special and there was something about her tweets that struck a chord with me.
And her arse, of course. So tight. So smooth. So perfect.
And that look in her eyes.
She then announced in a deliciously cheeky post that she was opening an account on I’m Yours—that site where models post videos and photos for subscribers. I signed up, I suppose I had to and started to send her messages.
I couldn’t believe it when she replied. Indeed, from that very first message of hers, there seemed an instant connection between us.
Now don’t get me wrong, my wife is an honest and decent woman. She’s gregarious, an achiever; pretty, too. But sex with her has never had rocket fuel. Not that she’s ever complained. She always comes on our Sunday morning fucks. So do I, even though every fuck is pretty much the same.
But I’ve always needed more, sexually. And the messages she sent on I’m Yours revealed a far deeper understanding of male sexuality—my sexuality.
Unlike my wife, she knew that I liked, needed, a partner who could be dominant. She knew I wanted a woman to be in control, but she also appreciated that I wanted to call the shots some of the time.
We chatted about some of my fantasies, which turned out to be her fantasies, too. Only she actually lived some of them out. She liked being a performer and liked to strip. I liked to watch. She was a real lingerie fan. And there’s truly nothing that turns me on more than a really hot woman in beautiful lingerie.
So I sent her this really sexy set via one of those wish list sites. I chose a classic black number: lacy bra, suspenders, stockings and the cutest of knickers with a heart shape cut out just above the pussy. I thought they would appeal to her sense of humour.
She loved the set, and particularly the knickers, and sent me some photos of her wearing it all. She even sent me some close-ups. I noticed that she’d trimmed her pubic hair so that a little puff of it was left right in the centre of that heart.
She told me it took her ages to get it right and she so nearly shaved off the wrong bit. ‘LOL’ we both commented in the exchange of messages.
And then she said I ought to see her wearing those knickers—the whole set—for real.
This was almost too good to be true.
She said she knew just the place where we could meet. It was very discreet, so she’d heard. A friend had told her about it. She suggested I could have a business meeting; my wife would never know. What harm would an hour of fun be? she asked. Didn’t I deserve it after all those deadly boring fucks at home?
This hour could be exactly as I’d like it, she said. For once I would be fucked just as I’ve always wanted to be fucked. I needn’t initiate anything. Unless I wanted to. She’d happily take the lead throughout. And I could be fucked.
Totally.
She went on to describe the scene: I could be waiting for her on the bed. She’d enter a bit later in the black lingerie I’d given her. And then she’d do a little performance for me. I could even record it on my phone if I wanted. She said it would be the best ever wank bank material.
I asked what would happen next.
“We fuck, of course!”
I liked the smiley emojis she added at the end.
I asked if she was sure and she told me not to be daft and that she really liked me. She thought our sexualities were perfectly matched. We’d both have a lot of fun.
I asked if she did this with all her fans but she just laughed it off.
I then brought up the whole issue of money. I thought I ought to check. I wasn’t too sure of the best way of mentioning it, so I fell back on humour and asked if I needed to triple my subscription to I’m Yours, to which she just sent a string of emojis. But she added she’d appreciate it if I could cover the cost of the room. They charged by the hour, apparently. Not that she’d used the place before, but a friend of hers had.
A couple of days later she said the room would cost 200 euros. I reckoned I could just about afford it, though my wife would notice if I wasn’t careful: she did our monthly bank reconciliation. She always accounted for every single penny.
As it got closer to our rendezvous I found myself thinking more and more about her and how we’d spend that hour together. I thought about her body repeatedly. A colleague interrupted a daydream when asking if I wanted a cup of tea; I was gazing out of the office window wondering what it would be like fucking her up the arse.
Daydreams were complemented by night ones, too. I had dreams of coming in her mouth, over her breasts, over her belly, in her face. Bizarrely, I once I dreamt that she asked if I had a cheque book. I recalled that in the dream I said nobody wrote cheques anymore. It seemed such an odd recollection from a dream in which she gave me the most professional of hand jobs.
Only a couple of days before we met I even had a wet dream. I was fucking her from behind and she was moaning, “Don’t come yet. For fuck’s sake don’t come yet. This is too fucking good. I want to ride your cock forever…” At which point I came in my dream. And in my dream my prick turned into a hose and my come was gushing out of her pussy. In reality, I awoke to a real orgasm. This was at three in the morning. A wet dream! At thirty-five! I’d not had one since my teens.
The evening before we were due to meet, I told my wife I had a short paper to write for a big meeting the following day and needed a bit of quiet to complete it as it was complicated and I needed a bit of space. I left an empty seat on the sofa next to my wife. Hot chocolate in hand, slippers curled under her bottom, she remained engrossed in the box set we had been watching.
Tucked away in our spare room upstairs I logged into my account on I’m Yours hoping, desperately hoping she was online.
She was there, of course. She’d probably sensed that I’d be in touch. I reckon she wanted to contact me every bit as much as I wanted to contact her. I felt she wanted to fuck me as eagerly as I wanted to fuck her.
So I said how much I was looking forward to seeing her in the flesh. We joked about that word ‘flesh’, and I made sure she realised that sex aside, I really was keen to meet her as a person, as a woman, and find out more about the real her. She said that would be ‘nice’.
But it was difficult to put the sex to one side. She was all about sex. Fucking amazing sex.
As we chatted she asked me if I was going to film her on my mobile. I asked if she was sure it would be all right and she insisted it was just fine.
Then she asked if I’d look back on it afterwards and wank to it. I jested with her and said that was a very personal question and I couldn’t possibly give her an answer. But I soon gave in to her teasing and said, of course, I would.
She asked how much I wanked while watching porn. I replied the usual amount, I supposed. And then we got into this really interesting discussion about come shots.
I said that it always seemed odd to me that the porn films I watched always ended straight after the guy had shot his spunk. I went on to say that the women in films often came first—absolutely nothing wrong in that of course—but after they’d come they then had to bring the guy to his climax, usually over her face. I said it was a shame that the action always ended there.
And then we talked about facials and the preponderance of films where guys come in the girls’ faces.
She was the one to use the word ‘preponderance’. She was bright. No doubting that. She also said that I should try out the porn she watched as it was rather different.
Anyway, getting back to facials, she said—echoing my words about women coming first—that there was nothing wrong in them. She rather liked them. Watching them. And having a guy come in her face. That is if she was in her submissive role. I think she remembered that I really preferred to be dominated because she added that this wasn’t very often.
She went on to remark that it would be funny if the roles could be reversed: the guy came first and the girl came second—on his face. I said that would be great. It would even the genders up a bit. Though I added that it really couldn’t be quite the same…the girl could hardly shoot a lot of warm spunk over a guy’s face.
You won’t believe what she said next.
“She could always squirt!”
I said I’d never been with a girl who could squirt. I rather hoped she would have come back by telling me if she could do it or not. But she didn’t.
This was such a hot conversation. Easily the hottest we’d had, and believe me, we had enjoyed some pretty steamy ones before this.
The spare room door interrupted me. My wife was bringing me the hot chocolate I’d left downstairs. “It’s getting cold,” she said, then asked: “How’s it coming along?”
Ironic use of the word ‘coming’, I mused as I quickly brought up a document to cover the I’m Yours tab on my laptop.
“It’s coming along really well. Won’t be long,” I replied.
She left saying that she’d paused the drama on the television so I wouldn’t miss anything.
I pushed the door closed as she went downstairs.
Back online, I apologised for the delay. I said my wife was nagging me again. To which she said that tomorrow I could have a bit of relief. She always chose the right words.
I told her I had to go shortly, and she said that she understood. She always understood.
I didn’t sleep much the night before we met. Partly it was because I was too excited. What guy wouldn’t have been? Every time I thought about the appointed hour my cock hardened. I played a bit with my prick, teasing out my pre-come and using it as a lube over my helmet. But I made a tactical decision not to slide out of bed and wank myself off in secret, as I didn’t want to sap the energy out of the build-up.
I guess another reason I didn’t sleep was because of the significance of what I was going to do with her. I was going to cross a line. A significant line. But I had significant and valid reasons. As far as my sexuality was concerned I was doing the right thing. I was realising my potential. For the first time in years, I was going to be sexually satisfied. The pent-up frustration would be released. I deserved this illicit hour.
Moreover, this wasn’t love. This wasn’t an affair. It was just lust. Shared lust by two likeminded people.
Besides, she was witty, clever and hot as fuck.
I must have drifted off to sleep sometime in the early hours as the alarm roused me.
“You kept tossing and turning last night,” my wife commented. “It’s that meeting. You’re on edge.” After a pause, she said, reassuringly, “I’m sure it’ll be just fine.”
As I finished getting dressed she handed me my wallet. “That’s a lot of cash,” she remarked casually, without any sense of accusation.
“Taxis to the client and if the pitch goes well we’ll probably head out for drinks afterwards.”
And with a final slurp of tea, I headed out of the door to work and that all-important business meeting.
Unsurprisingly the morning in the office dragged, but eventually, lunch came and I was off—as far as my manager knew, to hospital for a check-up.
I caught a cab to the place we were going to meet. Well, a few hundred metres short, just to be on the safe side. I walked past the rather non-descript building several times checking it out from the corner of my eye. It was one of those large Victorian townhouses usually divided into flats. There was an intercom with several buttons by the door, which I assumed would be the way to get inside.
I was nervous and needed reassurance. I went on-line and messaged her.
“You silly old thing,” she replied. “Press the button for the top floor. Dawn will buzz you in. Head up the stairs and go into room C. I’ll join you there in ten.”
I messaged back: “Thanks, Baby.”
It was the first time I’d used her name in a message.
Meanwhile, my mind was buzzing. Was this place some dodgy, drug dealing den? And who the heck was Dawn?
But I couldn’t stop now. There was too much to enjoy on the other side of the door.
My mind was urging me on, but my feet didn’t move and I remained rooted to the pavement.
Then my phone pinged and a photo appeared in my texts. It was the heart-shaped knickers. Shortly afterwards another photo arrived. It was her pussy itself, her fingers had pulled the knickers to the side.
And that was enough to propel me forward. I never thought about the fact she was texting me for the first time. I didn’t question the fact that she’d got my number, which I had never actually given her.
My mind was set on just one thing: the fuck of my life. An intense, decade-long craving drove me to press the button on the intercom. A reassuringly eloquent female voice welcomed me and told me to take the stairs to the top floor.
I dashed up, eager not to be seen, and was met by a smartly dressed middle-aged woman who shook my hand, ushered me through the door and told me that I was expected in room C where my companion would join me shortly.
I did as I was told, got undressed, lay on the bed, leaving the 200 euros by my side.
She could have been watching as no more than a few seconds later she came in. And she looked sensational in that lingerie. I’d mentally prepared myself to find her less hot in real life than on screen. But in reality, it was the opposite.
The hour that followed started just as expected. She did some stripper-like moves at the end of the bed, which I recorded on my phone for future wanks. When she pushed her breasts together and pouted my cock started to harden in eager anticipation. Inevitably my gaze was drawn to the heart in her panties and that island of pubic hair, though the dangling strand on her gold bracelet grabbed my attention too. I recall thinking that would feel good if she gave me a hand job.
She stopped her little performance and reversed into me, presenting her tight, round arse and my free hand just had to stroke the smoothest of butt cheeks. But soon she was directing my hands to cup her breasts, before encouraging me to smack her arse.
She was crawling over me, pressing her flesh against me and slowly manoeuvred herself into a position where she could get her mouth on my cock. She was worshipping my cock with her tongue. I grabbed my phone to record the blow job of my life. She even throat fucked me.
She must have sensed I was approaching my climax because she stopped, pulled herself up to my face and commanded me to lick her pussy. She moaned as I flicked her clit with my tongue. From this, it was inevitable that we would slip into the most delicious of 69s where I held my tongue on her clit and just made the tiniest of movements, which she seemed to like as she sat up on me and pushed her pussy lips firmly against my mouth.
I picked up my phone as I really wanted to film our initial penetration. It was heavenly. She sat above me and slowly eased herself down my cock. Then she bobbed up and down squeezing me each time she reached the top, holding me tight in her pussy.
The fucking was intense and created its own momentum and we were screwing each other any way we could. I do recall at one moment moving on top of her, pushing my body tight into her back and butt and just fucking her pussy, sometimes hard and fast, but also super slow enjoying the big sensations you get from the smallest of moves.
I was convinced she’d come several times, but she kept pushing for more. I honestly think I came a bit when she was on top of me. I felt some of my come ease up my shaft and into her cunt. But she squeezed me super tight and astonishingly I remained hard. Very hard.
Finally, I could resist her sumptuous wetness no longer and had to push myself over the edge. I came with her astride me. And yet, that wasn’t it. The moment my initial bursts of spunk had left my cock, she slipped off me and raised her pussy to my face. She started to strum her clit increasing the speed all the time until she came, too. But this was no female orgasm I’d experienced before. She drenched me. I mean drenched. Clearly she could squirt. And she clearly delighted in both her orgasm and my evident surprise.
And once her epic squirt ended, she grabbed the euros and left in somewhat of a hurry. That was a surprise as I was expecting a chat.
After she left, her juices still covered my face and I reflected on that exchange of messages about orgasms and role reversal. But with my sexual ache relieved my thoughts returned to real life and the need to head home.
It was on the train that her text pinged in. She thanked me for a ‘truly memorable hour’. I replied that we really ought to do it again. She agreed but said it would cost a bit more.
£10,000
Ends

It was wrong. So wrong.
Nicole lay on her bed, hating herself even as she touched herself. Her heart pounded. What was she doing? Danny was her stepson. He was barely more than a kid for God’s sake. But, hell, he looked good. Too good. Young and toned and tan. Dark eyes and hair. That sweet, kissable mouth. An image of him using that mouth on her pussy made her groan, and she couldn’t help but slip her fingers beneath her panties to rub her swollen clit. Damn her, but she wanted him. She wanted to show him what it was like to be with a real woman, rather than a college twit with little to no experience. She wanted to blow his fucking mind.
And his cock.
Her moan echoed around the room. The room she shared with her husband.
Danny’s father.
She should get dressed. She really should. She had a meeting with her financial advisor in an hour. But as she lay there in nothing but her black bra, panties, and thigh-high stockings, all she could think about was Danny. Closing her eyes, she began reluctantly fingering herself. Slow at first and then faster. Small, traitorous whimpers escaped her as she imagined it was Danny’s fingers in her instead of her own. He would be a little shy. A little overwhelmed. And horny as hell. As only a barely legal boy could be.
Downstairs, a door opened and a voice called, “Dad? Nicole? You home?”
Nicole froze. It was Danny. Oh God, it was Danny. He wasn’t supposed to get in until this weekend. Her cheeks warmed as she realized that the object of her mid-afternoon fantasy fingerfuck was standing right below her. Her first impulse was to scramble off the bed, get dressed, and go greet him like a normal step-mother would. Maybe offer him a snack. Cookies and milk.
Or her pussy.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she groaned, both from frustration and desire.
“Nic?” Danny called, coming up the stairs. “That you?”
Her heart lurched as dangerous, treacherous thoughts taunted her. She could have him. Right here and now. Danny wouldn’t say no. She’d seen the way he looked at her. The way his eyes strayed to her ass when he thought she wasn’t looking. Or the way he watched her mouth when she was talking. They could do dirty, dirty things on the bed she lay in. Nobody ever needed to know.
As quickly as she thought it, shame washed over her. No, this wasn’t her. She wasn’t the kind of woman who had sex with nineteen-year-olds while their fathers were on business trips. She hurried to sit up, reaching for the sheet just as Danny knocked on the open door. “Nic, do you happen to know where my soccer—” His voice abruptly cut off when he saw her.
“Danny,” she said, his name an apology. “I . . .”
His dark eyes took her in, and it was clear he knew what she’d been doing. When he spoke, his voice was low. “I’m sorry. I should’ve knocked.”
“It’s okay,” she stammered, embarrassed and wildly turned on at the same time. “Just let me get dressed.”
As she moved to get off the bed, however, he interrupted, “Can I taste you?”
She froze, her heart tripping over itself, and looked at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“Your pussy,” he said with no trace of shame or awkwardness. “Can I taste it?”
She opened her mouth to speak but found no words would come. Was this really happening? Or had she succumbed to an orgasm-induced coma? She knew it must be real, though, because the Danny of her sex fantasies was shy. Hesitant. A fledgling lover in need of guidance. The Danny standing before her, however, his gaze hot and unapologetic, was a different creature altogether.
And she liked it.
God forgive her, she liked it.
“Your father—” she began.
“Isn’t here,” he finished for her. “I am. And I want to taste your pussy, Nicole.”
The pussy in question was wet and ready for him to do just that, her clit throbbing in response to his dirty words. She should say no. She should scold him and order him to leave. She should get dressed. She should do the right thing.
Instead, she let go of the sheet she’d been holding in a white-knuckled fist and slowly spread her legs, her bottom lip trembling as she waited for him to take what he wanted.
***
Danny stared at his stepmother with hard eyes and a hard dick as she spread her sweet legs. For him. Not for his father, but for him. He’d expected her to be scandalized and throw him out of her room upon hearing his request, but she’d been turned on by it. He’d seen it in her eyes. And in the way her nipples had hardened beneath the black lace scrap of a bra she wore.
He dropped the duffel he’d slung over his shoulder and went to her, pulling off his T-shirt as he went. As he kneeled at the foot of the bed in front of her, her breath caught, and she stared at him with a mixture of shame and lust.
He held her gaze as he pushed her thighs wider, his cock jerking when she let out a little gasp.
“I’ve wanted this—” He paused to pull her panties aside, baring her pussy to him. “—for so damn long.”
“Danny,” she whispered, biting her bottom lip.
He didn’t wait for further invitation. Leaning in, he pussy licked her.Sucked her. Tasted her.
She let out a low, desperate moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
God, she was perfect. Just as he’d known she would be. Pink. Soft. Clean. Sweet. He dipped his tongue inside her slit, nearly coming from the knowledge that he finally, fucking finally, had his face buried between her thighs. He was going to lick and suck her until she came against his tongue. Then he was going to fuck her.
Hard. Deep. And rough. He was going to own her right in his father’s bed.
The whole blasphemous idea made his balls tighten in anticipation.
He looked up at her face while he teased her clit. Her head was tipped back, her long blonde hair spilling over her bare shoulders, her mouth parted. She was letting out small, breathless moans, and they were the hottest sounds he’d ever heard. The pride of getting her off—this fine, beautiful, off-limits woman—was all he’d dreamed it would be.
Unable to resist, he slid a finger inside her.
She tensed from the unexpected invasion but breathed, “Yeah, that’s it.”
He pulled back so he could watch, enraptured by the sight of his finger sliding in and out of her wet pussy, her black panties pulled aside. Clenching his jaw, he added a second finger, stretching her. Penetrating her.
“Mmm . . .” she whimpered. “Harder. Yes.”
Danny obeyed, working his fingers harder, watching her breasts jiggle in their lacy cups. After a torturous moment, he leaned back in and added his tongue. They both groaned, the combination of taste and touch almost unbearable. When she came with a loud cry, he sucked on her gently, smiling against her tender skin.
Nicole fell back on the bed, her glorious hair spilling across the crisp white sheets. “That was . . .”
Danny rose, kicking off his shoes and unzipping. “Take your panties off.”
She stilled and then slowly, hesitantly obeyed, her long legs sliding together as she pulled down the tiny black panties.
Fully nude, he slid his hands up her trembling body. “You gonna let me fuck you, Nicole?”
A battle of right and wrong warred behind her eyes, but she nodded. “Yes.”
Grabbing her hips, he abruptly turned her over, jerking her ass into the air. She gasped and fisted the sheets, her anticipation undeniable. In that moment, she was wholly vulnerable. Wholly his.
This was wrong. They both knew it. It was shameful. Immoral. Dirty.
And, God help him, he reveled in it.
Cock in hand, he mounted his step-mother, groaning as his dick slid into her wet, tight pussy. Nicole groaned too, taking all of him, her cheek pressed against the sheet, her mouth open.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he pushed inside her again. She felt so good. So perfect. So forbidden. “Have you been thinking about me doing you?”
She moaned again but whispered, “Yes.”
Her sinful admission went straight to his balls, and he began fucking her harder, the clap of skin and her sweet, helpless whimpers filling the room.
“Deeper,” she managed. “Fuck me deeper.”
He complied, his fingers digging into her ass as he did her good and deep.
They fucked until they both came, trembling, sweating, and spent. Then they fucked again. And again. In every position. Until he’d tasted, touched, and come on every inch of her. And when it was over, he told her it would never be over. Told her she was his. That the diamond on her left hand didn’t mean shit to him. Tomorrow, Nicole would go back to spreading her legs for his father, and Danny would go back to college, but when he returned—every time he returned—she’d give herself to him.
And when she touched herself while she waited for him, it would be his fingers, his tongue, his cock she fantasized about.
It would be their dirty little secret.
Ends

Guy was happy that his wife had come along with him on this business trip. Being away from her was hard, especially since they were newlyweds. Waking up in the morning every part of them entangled including their toes, made him even harder then he was already when he woke up. He kissed her mouth, because he could tell by the flutter of her eyes she was feigning sleep. She woke up like Sleeping Beauty when he kissed her hard nipples, and her wet pubic hair…but when he kissed her little toe and sucked on the curled nub like it was her clit, Annette gasped loudly. He knew she loved him sucking her toes. He drew her leg up on his shoulder, and he saw the sudden wave of her labia when she came.
With every intention of making his wife come again, Guy pulled her by her leg because he wanted to be inside her. Wanted to be inside her before he had to spend a day filled in and out of meetings, and seeing the suggestion of Paris that he was going to see. Annette would see much more of it, but right now…
“Excusez-moi, mon cheri,” she said her sexy legs swung from his shoulder, over the bed and onto the floor. Annette stood up, and looked back at him lying on the bed. She put her finger to her lips, inserting it slowly as if it was him. His erection twitched in tandem with the movement of that her finger in and out of her mouth.
She turned around, already familiar with the apartment that they had rented as if they had been there for more than a night. As if they had been in any room besides the bedroom. He watched her shapely ass, as she walked into the hall.
Guy could smell her on the sheets, not her delectable French perfume that he practically licked off of her, but her natural one. Her panties were by his head. He snatched them, and pressed his nose to them. He could smell her their mingled sex scent on the crotch, because he had jumped her before they even gotten into the apartment. He reached for her, between her legs slick as hell with her come and lifted her hands above her head before fingering her wet cavity in the hall. Unzipping his pants and pulling himself out of them, he stuck just his head into her at first. She closed her eyes. He let her hold him just there, felt her greedy as fuck wanting more of him. But he teased her…like she teased him now. Made her wait before he pushed himself myself balls deep into her. She squirmed because she liked to touch the root of him when they fucked, holding her hands. Guy thrusted into her, followed her twisting and squirming body until she was still, tightened herself about him and came. She tightened her hands on his ass, which made him burst into orgasm.
Now he was lying in bed looking out of the bedroom, hoping to catch her shadow returning. His hand moved with ecstatic coordination over his head and shaft, masturbating himself. When he felt pre-come ooze delicately from the tip of his head, he let his hand move down to his balls. He played with them, tugging and pulling and used her panties to wipe the come off of himself. Her panties that smelled like the sex that they should have been having…
Annette came back to bed, still wearing her bra, a tiny cami and panties. He looked at her, as if his hands were caught in the cookie jar, but continued to rub his shaft. His wife got on the bed, crawling toward him predatorily. He looked at her ravaged by lust expression, and sexy body but could not stop playing with himself. Until she moved his hand. She put her lips over his head, letting the tip of her tongue touch the tip of him.
“Payback is a bitch,” she purred. The tip of her tongue darting out like a cobra, she teased him hard. Her desire was almost venomous, but he wanted her poison very much.
He knew Annette liked sucking him, and was too much of a hedonist to hold out for too long. She put his head in her mouth, closed her eyes and sucked it until his hips bucked under her roughly. He would come if she kept playing with him like that. Just looking at her with his head in her mouth, made him want to come. When he was about to burst, she sucked him off in earnest. Running his hands through the lovely waves of her hair, he used her hair as impromptu reins so he could pull her up off of him. Her tongue still darted out cobra-like along his shaft.
But he wanted to come inside of her, so he lifted her head and sat up. A series of unchoreographed, but nonetheless smooth maneuvers had him on top of her, slipping off her panties. Soon Annette’s hands were in his hair, the way his had been in hers. He had waited long enough to be inside his hotwife. And the copious come between her legs, let him know she was more than ready for him to be inside her. He kissed her inner thighs, and her hips begged him for more. He licked her clit, and she tried to lock him between her legs with her thighs…but he escaped.
“Guy!” she cried.
He licked his damp lips, savoring the taste of her. Lying down beside her, they kissed. Annette loved the taste of herself especially mixed with his, when they both went down on the other. She crawled over him again.
It was time for payday.
Annette straddled him, and they gazed into each other’s eyes for a long time. At the same time that he tried to get in her, she reached for him. When he was in her, she slid down him tantalizingly slow for the pleasure, not to tease. She rode him, her hand ran through her hair like she was riding a mechanical bull. The movement between their bodies was not awkward at all, it was terribly familiar and easy as always. They knew how to ride each other into bliss. She stopped and looked at him, before he slipped out of her with a pop. She slid back onto him, her back to him. He caressed her ass, his finger slipping into her anus because he knew she loved that. Annette loved everything he did to her. From fingering her ass, he reached for her breasts. She placed her hands over his, and they fondled her breasts together. Annette moved up and down on him, before his hands moved from her breasts back to her ass. Guy was about to come, when he lifted his wife off of him. Getting on top of her, he resurrected their position from earlier. He kissed Annette’s foot, licking each toe before placing her foot on his shoulder. Sinking back into her, he thrust in and out of her fast and furious. Annette teased him by speaking in French, which made him ride her all the more roughly. Made him need to see all of her body, so that he stopped thrusting into her to jerk off the rest of her underwear. His palms covered her breasts as he moved into her again. And again. And again.
He knew that when he was at his meeting, the look on Annette’s face when she came. That look of the calm before the storm, and then pleasure that destroyed and restored her would stay with him until he could be with her.
Again.
THE END

Mallory Mews – Kensington
2nd May
Dear Cherry
I sincerely hope that this letter reaches you courtesy of our mutual friend Diana.
I believe you are the beautiful and fascinating young woman I met at her party last week. More than anything, I hope you remember that offer I made.
If you recall, when we spoke you remarked that you liked the sun. You were beautifully bronzed. That little dress showed your tan off so well. The slits and gaps were perfectly placed. If you don’t mind me saying you looked gorgeous. Those vertiginous heels worked brilliantly. I also loved your anklet. Was that a diamond at the end of that dangling chain? It looked sensational as it tapped against your foot when you walked.
Anyway, getting back to that offer of mine, I remember that you said you liked to be tanned all over. I think I said ‘bravo’ at the time. My wife was exactly the same. When we were in our villa in Greece she would go days without wearing clothes. She liked anklets, too, and had quite a collection. Such happy memories.
Anyhow, as I explained when we spoke, that villa of ours—well just mine now—is free in August and you are most welcome to make it your holiday home for the whole of the month. It sleeps four and do please fill it with any of your friends, if you would like. Or you can enjoy it on your own. Whatever, it’s yours for the month.
It would be a little ‘thank you’ for such a sumptuous chat at Diana’s little do. Someone as young as beautiful as you shouldn’t be wasting so much time with an old fogey like me. The fact that you did I think warrants something rather nice in return.
Of course, all this will cost you and your friends nothing. I am absolutely serious.
I would like to ask a small favour in return.
Now if the request I am about to make is a step too far, you must let me know. If this is the case you can still have the villa exactly as agreed. I am a man of my word.
But I happen to think that this little favour might be right up your street. I sensed that you are a girl who rather likes a bit of fun. And, dare I suggest, you are a girl who has a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her. (Am I right in thinking that you said that you do a little modelling every now and then just ‘to keep the wolf from the door’?)
So, the little request is this: would you be able to take a little film of yourself walking around the villa, around the pool, or on our beach (it is private) in your birthday suit?
It would remind me of my late wife (indeed, you share her style and love of clothes) and would mean so very much to me. But, I must insist, if I have read you wrong and this request makes your blush, forget I ever mentioned it and just enjoy your time at the villa.
I hope you don’t mind me writing this on paper rather than pinging you an email as everyone does these days. I was brought up in a rather different era and for me nothing gets close to good old-fashioned pen and ink.
Anyway, if this appeals, do let me know how many you would like to take with you and I will sort out all the arrangements.
Yours,
Arthur x

17 Norfolk Street – Islington
4th May
My dear Arthur (if I may),
I had to write straight away to thank you for your delightful letter. I really can’t believe that you are offering me your villa in Greece for the whole of August. It sounds amazing.
Are you really, really sure?
Because if you are, can I please say a great big glorious ‘yes’?
If it’s all right please could I also take two of my girlfriends, Amanda and Daisy, and also Carl who is Amanda’s boyfriend?
And as for that cheeky little request of yours—it would be a delight and my pleasure. Indeed, it sounds a quite fun little challenge.
What do we need to do next?
Thank you so, so much.
Loves
Cherry xxxx
PS You do have an eagle eye… yes it was a diamond dangling from my anklet.

Mallory Mews – Kensington
8th May
My dear Cherry,
I can’t tell you how pleased I am that you are going to use the villa this summer. And also more than a little relieved that my rather naughty request didn’t offend. I’m so delighted that it seems to have piqued your interest.
Leave all the arrangements to me. You and your three friends just need to get yourselves to Mykonos airport. Tell me when you are going to arrive and I’ll ensure that there’s someone waiting for you with a car to take you to the villa. It’s rather difficult to find on your own. His name is Demitri and he looks after my business interests on the island. He will tell you everything you need to know about the place.
A couple of final points: first I suggest you keep your distance from my neighbour. He’s standoffish and morose, and neither my wife nor I took to him. He came to ours just the once, soon after we bought the place. But there was never a reciprocal invitation, so that was the end of that.
Second, I have taken the liberty of asking Demitri to leave out a dress that I think will fit you. It’s white, so should show off your tan. You might want to take some photos of you in it, and then perhaps slowly coming out of it as part of that little treat.
Enjoy the sunshine!
Much love
Arthur xx

Aphrodite Villa – Mykonos
14th August

My dear Arthur,
Well, we have spent two totally amazing weeks in your wonderful villa. It’s the most fantastic place. The villa is beyond perfect. The setting is divine. We have enjoyed the stunning pool and that little beach so much. We’ve all been skinny dipping and loved being bare together.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
In return, please find enclosed a USB stick (oh I do hope that this is not too technically difficult for you!) on which you will find a little film, as per your request, which I hope you’ll enjoy watching.
This time it is me taking the risk as the film is a bit on the naughty side. Your take on me was very insightful. I do have an exhibitionist streak in me. Moreover, I have a naughty side. And I am of the view that you have too.
I’m also taking another risk. I’m one of those girls who like to live a bit dangerously! You may recognise the man who was with me. It’s your neighbour Ryan, and he was nothing like what I was expecting. I met him on the drive,. His car had a flat tyre and he was waiting for someone to fix it. Anyway, we got chatting and he invited me round to have a drink at his place. He was very polite and I hope you didn’t mind, but he said he’d love to see the villa again, so I invited him back to the villa for another drink, and a bit more too!
Anyway here is the health warning. I do remove that lovely white dress you had left out for me. And I do get naked. So does Ryan and we get a bit carried away and, well, make love. All of it is on this USB stick.
I do hope you like the way we kiss at the start. Are you a kisser? I absolutely love that moment when tongues touch for the first time. Our kissing was so deep and utterly wonderful. But I did feel that Ryan was a bit inhibited by the camera, so you might even hear me telling him to ignore it. He was quite shy and I had to start undoing my buttons myself, but he seemed to forget the camera when I got my breasts out. I hope you like my tan, by the way. Not a strap mark in sight!
When you watch the erotic movie you’ll probably notice that I really start to feel turned on when Ryan licks and rubs my nipples and if you look carefully you’ll see my hand drifting to my knickers to play with my… what word should I use? lady’s garden? vagina? I actually don’t like either of those terms; the first is too twee the second to clinical. So if it is all right with you I’m going to use ‘pussy’ as that is what I call it!
I hope you notice when Ryan slides his hands down my knickers to touch my pussy, he draws out my moisture on his fingers and smears it on my lips. I love to taste my juices and then share them with my kisses.
Ryan knew I needed more of his hand and you’ll see him settle on a divine rhythm and I began to lose myself. I gyrate my hips and lean into his strumming fingers. When I watched this film afterwards I can see that I got completely lost in the moment. My mind was between my thighs.
When Ryan sped up his rubbing I became acutely aware that my orgasm wasn’t far away, so I took my dress off to pause the action and to slow myself down. Being naked like that in the open air on a beautiful Greek evening is just the best. And it’s even better with a glass of red wine and a hot guy eager to please you sexually.
I do hope you like the way Ryan kisses my pussy through my knickers. As I said, he is very well mannered! Though he was a bit cheeky when he tossed my knickers at me as he went down on me.
Do you like my pussy by the way? I shave around my lips and leave a tiny triangle of hair above. I think it looks kinda cute, myself.
About nine minutes into the video, I was right on the brink of coming and I pulled Ryan’s fingers from my pussy so I could lick them. That was such a hot moment for me. And perhaps for you, too (I’d love to know what you think about all this action, by the way).
As you will see, Ryan continues with his hand and pushes me right to the edge again. And that’s when I felt his hard cock under my foot.
It would have been very rude of me to ignore him, so I took his gorgeous member out, licked his shaft and took him in my mouth. I love feeling a cock with my tongue. It makes me feel so fucking horny.
I love giving a blow job, but as you’ll see, I don’t only use my mouth, I like to stroke the shaft with my hand at the same time. And twelve minutes in you’ll see me take the whole of his cock into my mouth. Every fucking bit of it. Deep-throating is a little trick I learned a few years back and it seems to drive men wild. Have you ever had a woman take your whole prick into their mouth? I’m told it feels fucking amazing.
Returning to the film, I continue to give Ryan’s cock a good seeing to with my mouth until I feel him get even harder. I had to stop as he couldn’t come without penetrating me, so I rolled over and sat on top of him, guiding the tip of his cock between my pussy lips and then simply rocked back, taking him inside my… cunt (I felt so hot by now, I think ‘cunt’ is the most appropriate word to use if that is OK with you?).
I like being on top as I can control the tempo and you’ll see me start off super slow before gradually ramping it up.
We then pause to have a drink. I thought about you as I looked into the lens and raised my glass. My toast was to your very good self.
We carried on our lovemaking with Ryan taking me from behind. I like this position as I can play with my clit as he thrusts. It also gives you a really super view of my pussy! I do hope that you like this part of the action as I did it for you.
Between 18 and 19 minutes into the homemade sex video, you’ll see that I’m rocked with my first orgasm. But I wanted another, so we switched to another favourite position of mine—reverse cowgirl. There’s nothing like feeling a cock at a different angle, and this one works for me big time. You’ll see me riding up and down on Ryan’s prick while rubbing myself so fast that my second orgasm hits quite soon.
Though I was spent, it was Ryan’s turn. I lay back and he tipped himself over the edge with a few final thrusts. He pulled out so he could shoot his come all over my cunt, because isn’t that what you do when you make a porn film? But, as you see he slipped back inside for me to milk him dry.
So, my dear Arthur, this is your own little erotic film and a favour returned. I hope you have much fun watching it as we had in front of the camera.
Loves and winks,
Your rather cheeky
Cherry
Xxx
PS In case you were wondering despite Ryan appearing a bit shy, he was really keen on the videoing. There’s an exhibitionist streak in him for sure.

Mallory Mews – Kensington
22nd August

My dear Cheeky Cherry,
I am so pleased that the villa hasn’t disappointed. And you like that beach too. I’m delighted that you’ve been able to enjoy being naked. My wife and I loved wandering on that beach wearing nothing but smiles, though she wouldn’t have been brave enough to do so with others. I did suggest inviting some friends round who we knew liked to bare all, but she was a bit too shy and inhibited. She had a sexual spark for sure, but somehow I simply couldn’t work out how to ignite it.
Now, that film of yours! It’s beyond splendid. It surpassed every expectation and exceeded the brief utterly deliciously. Who would have thought my neighbour was so obliging? He always seemed to go out of his way to avoid me! I guess he is a bit different around beautiful women… especially bare ones!
Your naughtiness has made an old man exceedingly happy.
Of course, feel free to send another film to me! Or am I being a tad too cheeky?
Much love
Arthur xxx
PS I thought you might like to know that the white dress belonged to my wife. late wife. And do please tell Ryan that she has passed away. There’s no way he’d have known about it. As I think I might have said, we hardly knew him.
PPS I LOVE your tan and I agree – your pussy is kinda cute (well, if I’m honest and you don’t mind me slipping into the vernacular—it’s fucking amazing!)

Aphrodite Villa – Mykonos
27th August

My dearest naughtiest Arthur,
You wicked old thing! Another film?
Well, I am happy to let you know that another one is in the can. It goes a bit further than the first.
Let me explain when Ryan and I were performing for you, Amanda and Daisy were out at the tavern at the end of the road. They are both bisexual and fancy each other like hell. More of that later. Anyway, they were both intrigued to see the homemade sex video of your neighbour and me together. So I showed it to them! Amanda said that she’d never seen a friend being fucked by anyone else before.
Both of them loved every minute of it and asked if I could film them together. So I did. But actually, we all got a bit carried away and it turned into a bit of an orgy with the three of us girls, Carl and Ryan! I’ve never eaten two pussies in one night before, nor enjoyed two cocks simultaneously! Oh, we had such fun. I think I came five or six times in total. Ryan even came twice!
It is so, so much ruder than the first film that I thought that rather than post it to you I’d bring it round in person and we could watch it together. What do you think of that idea?
Loves
Cherry xxxx
PS Ryan brought round a pearl anklet, which he said was your wife’s. He found it when he had his pool cleaned out. You were right, he didn’t know she had passed away. He seemed really upset when I told him, he was almost inconsolable poor thing. Though I must say, when I told him that it was you who would be watching our little escapade, he gave me what I think you’d describe as a rather cheeky grin.
The End