Baby Oil Bad Boy

Saturday mornings felt like being wrapped up in a warm, snuggly blanket on an icy cold winter’s night. They are the sanctuary for the weekday weary, and for Sarah it meant she could rouse from her ‘slumber of the dead’ a couple of hours later than usual. It was a lovely feeling, being relaxed and totally at peace with the world. She stretched out her tired, weary limbs under the big soft duvet and smiled; it felt like floating on a fluffy white cloud. Five days of the week, the pressures of academia sucked the life from her body, until she would finally collapse from mental exhaustion each Friday evening. Saturday morning was like being born again, in theory anyway.

With a reluctant sigh, Sarah shuffled out of bed naked, navigated her way across the laundry strewn floor of her room, and slipped into the bath robe which she found slung over the back of a chair near the door. With all of the grace and poise of an alcoholic with an inner ear infection, she managed to stumble down the stairs without breaking her neck. Magazines and shoes littered each step in a veritable death trap of student crap.

She weaved between the front tyre of a bicycle and the edge of a door frame with a practiced spin, then trudged her way into the kitchen. The tiles were cold on her bare feet, and the blinding light of a beautiful morning flooded in through the windows stinging her eyes. As she sleepily shuffled over to the refrigerator, Sarah saw pinned to the front of it a note. She removed the flesh-coloured magnet resembling a pair of boobs, and read the scrap of paper through squinted eyes.

Hi guys! Mike and I have gone to his parents’ place for the weekend. Last minute thing. Back on Sunday night. Smooch! S&M. x

Sarah had moved into the house fours months earlier when she’d started university. The thought of sharing a place with three other students was at the time, much more appealing than that of being cooped up in a dingy little dorm room. Sally and Mike were an item; it made her laugh that she signed off all of her notes with ’S & M’. Sarah was sure that the humour of that small quirk escaped Sally. What made it doubly funny was the fact that every single night without fail, Mike and Sally fucked like two bunny rabbits on an ecstasy trip. Sarah couldn’t count the number of times she’d stuffed her head under a pillow, desperately trying to drown out the noise of Sally getting pounded into the mattress in their room upstairs.

As if having to listen to every moan, groan and squeal wasn’t enough, Sally also liked to boast about her sexual adventures as well. On one occasion the boys had been in the kitchen putting some lunch together, when she had casually slid up to Sarah on the sofa and started to conspiratorially whisper girly secrets. Sarah now knew everything about Sally and Mike’s love life: their passion for anal sex, what Mike’s cum tasted like, and how much he loved it when she squeezed his balls whilst giving him head.

Having to start university whilst still a virgin was a point embarrassment for Sarah. All of her friends had ‘done the deed’ in college, but the opportunity had never presented itself for her. Now she felt somewhat of a recluse in that regard. After hearing some of Sally’s sexual exploits, she’d never be able to admit her own sexual status to anyone.

The scrunched up note flew through the air and bounced off the overflowing garbage bin and onto the floor. She reached into the fridge, took out a carton of orange juice and started to pour two tall glasses. Dominic was her other housemate. He was a second year fitness management student and truth be told, a great looking guy. A bit of a ladies’ man from what she’d gathered; the last girl he’d brought back for sex had sounded like she’d been moaning the theme from ‘Titanic’ whilst he’d been fucking her. The walls were paper thin and at times it drove her insane. Dom was a very friendly and engaging guy, which was probably why she had such a crush on him. It was his confidence and charisma which fuelled her interest most, confidence is so fucking sexy.

Sarah carried one of the glasses back up the assault course and knocked quietly on Dominic’s bedroom door.

“Dom, you up?” she asked through the door. There was no immediate response to her question but she could hear him moving around in there. “Do you want a glass of OJ?”

“Yes!” came his enthusiastic reply.

Sarah opened his door, took a couple of steps inside and froze on the spot. Sprawled out on the bed was a sight which made her knees go all wibbly-wobbly. She felt a sudden lightheadedness as she took in the scene in front of her; Dominic was completely naked and vigorously pleasuring himself. His nude, muscular body writhed and tensed as he moaned and groaned his way closer to an orgasm. Sarah’s eyes rose and fell like bouncy balls as they followed the metronomic motion of his clenched fist. It was gliding up and down along his long, hard cock in a practised flow that made her mouth go dry. She marvelled at how gorgeous it looked; it was slick and glossy, and made a ‘shlick’ sound with each pass of his hand like he’d used something to lube it up.

“Oh yeah. Fuck,” he moaned to himself.

Realising her predicament, Sarah started to sneak backwards out of the room without him noticing. If it weren’t for a power lead lying discarded on the floor next to the door, she might just have managed a covert retreat. The most intense pain shot up her leg as she brought her bare foot down onto the dull metal prongs of an electrical plug.

“Shit!” she cried out, as she hobbled trying to stay upright. Sarah regretted it immediately. When she realised what she had just done, she raised her head and glanced slowly over towards the bed. Dominic had stopped what he was doing and lay perfectly still, cock in hand. He was staring at her as she precariously balanced on one leg, orange juice dripping from her left hand where she’d spilt some of it from the glass.

“Good morning,” he greeted her disarmingly.

“Dom, I’m so sorry,” mumbled Sarah. “I didn’t realise you were… I’m such an idiot!”

“Sarah, relax,” he replied softly. He sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and slipped on a pair of baggy cotton shorts from the floor. “No harm done.”

She bit her bottom lip out of embarrassment as he walked over to her. He was still sporting an impressive erection under his loose fitting shorts, which were obscenely tented at the front.

“Here, let me take that,” he said, as he took the wet glass from her hand and placed it on his bedside table. “How’s your foot? I’m sorry about the cable, I’ve been meaning to have a tidy-up in here.”

“S’okay,” she replied quietly.

“Let me take look.” Dominic hooked her arm at the elbow and helped her hobble across to sit on his bed. Sarah was blushing furiously about the whole situation, she felt like such a goof. As she plonked herself down unceremoniously onto the edge of the bed, she lifted her right leg up onto the mattress. With a gentle touch, he lifted her leg and looked at the sole of her foot closely.

Sarah took the opportunity to have a bit of a nosey look around Dom’s room, she’d never actually been in there before. The shaggy, faded-red carpet was littered with magazines and boxer shorts, and the walls were plastered with posters of metal bands and topless blonde models with huge breasts. On his shelf sat a lava lamp, some DVD cases and a selection of thick anatomy text books. ‘Nothing exciting there,’ she thought to herself. As she glanced across to his bedside table, she swallowed and quickly looked away lest he notice her looking. On it, stood next to the glass of orange juice she’d just brought up for him, was a half empty bottle of baby oil.

“Are Sally and Mike up yet?” Dom asked.

“Who? Oh, they’ve gone to Mike’s parent’s for the weekend. Sally left a note in the kitchen,” she mumbled quietly.

“Oh right,” he replied as he studied her foot. “Mmm, you didn’t break the skin. I think it’ll probably just bruise.” Sarah winced as he began to gently rub the sore spot for her. It felt really good, in fact it actually felt quite intimate to have him massaging her foot. Just as she started to relax a little and let his fingers soothe the pain in her instep, several realisations hit her all at once. First and foremost was that the fact that the warm, oil-slicked hand that he was touching her with, was the same hand that just moments before had been gliding up and down his penis.

As she watched his face, she saw Dominic’s calm exterior slip for just a split second. The calm and collected hunk all of a sudden looked a little embarrassed. He gently lay her foot back down on the bed and flashed her a charming smile.

“Listen, Dom, I really didn’t mean to walk in on you like that,” she said. “I did call out through the door. I thought it was okay to come in.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” he replied, waving it off. “I’m not shy. Anyway, I reckon we’re probably even.”

“Even?” Sarah asked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re not wearing any panties.”

It took a moment to register, but Sarah realised that as he’d lifted her leg from the bed to look at her foot, the bottom of her bath robe had ridden up and she’d given him an eye-full of her flimflam. She quickly pulled the cotton material down to cover her intimate area and hid her blushing face behind a hand.

“Sorry,” Dom said quietly. “I didn’t look, honest. Well, that’s not technically accurate. I did look, obviously, but then I, erm, stopped looking.” They sat in silence for a moment. “Shit, this is a little awkward.”

Sarah didn’t know what to do or say, awkward was right. As she was contemplating an attempt to jump up and make a run for it, he whispered comically, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” She couldn’t help but start giggling, he could always make her laugh. Sarah lowered her hand and slapped his arm playfully.

“Jesus, Dom! It’s not funny!”

“Why are you laughing then?” he chuckled, before leaning back on his hands. His penis wasn’t at full mast anymore, but the outline of his semi-stiff state was still clearly visible through the thin fabric of his shorts. “I think it’s hilarious. Don’t tell me you’ve never wanted to take a look.”

His smile was infectious. Sarah didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, feel embarrassed or aroused, it was all so confusing. She couldn’t help now but admire his physique. Dominic was in amazing shape. His body exuded the kind of gruff masculinity that makes women drool. He was toned like an athlete, yet didn’t shave or wax his chest to look like some sort of magazine underwear model. She loved that. She also loved the way his muscular torso had that gorgeous, concave ‘V’ shape from his hips, which dipped tantalisingly towards his crotch. What the hell is that called?

“I, erm, I think it’s probably time I let you get dressed,” said Sarah with a shy smile.

“Sure,” replied Dom with a nod. As she swung her leg off the bed, he chipped in, “Unless…”

Sarah froze, she could already feel her heart starting to race at the possibilities of what he’d meant. What the hell was he suggesting?

“Unless?” she enquired innocently as she turned to look at him.

“Unless you want to stay and watch me finish,” he replied, looking directly into her eyes as he said it. She thought he might have been joking, but his expression didn’t give that impression. “Or perhaps you’d like to help me with it?”

“Are you serious?!” Dominic was obviously enjoying himself, the smile on his face only bewildered Sarah further.

“Well now, let’s see.”

She watched wide-eyed as he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of his shorts, and slowly slipped them down his hips to pool around his ankles. He was now semi reclined on his bed, with his glistening cock lying across his thigh. Despite the fact that he was her friend and housemate, she found herself unable to look away. Sarah had never actually seen a penis up close before. Her only experience with the opposite sex had been a drunk, fumbled hand job with her last boyfriend. It had been in the back seat of his car, in the pitch black, at two o’clock in the morning.

“We have the place to ourselves,” he replied calmly. “Why don’t we help each other out?”

“I don’t understand,” said Sarah nervously.

“Well, you’ve never been with a guy, right?” Sarah could feel her face flush even redder, the heat rising from her cheeks was practically curling her eyelashes.

“How do you know who I’ve been with?”

“Come on, let’s not kid ourselves. I can tell.” Sarah just sat there for a while before eventually nodding a confirmation. “And if I’m honest, I really fancy the pants off you. You know, if you were actually wearing any that is.” The last line was followed by a cheeky grin.

“Dom, listen, I don’t know if… did you just say I was hot?” The look on her face was one of astonishment, she couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. “You don’t like… you know, when thinking about me, do you?” she asked nervously, before nibbling her bottom lip.

“What, jerk off? What would you say if I did?”

“I-I don’t know. I thought you were going out with that girl Amanda. I could hear her moaning from my room.”

“Not if her last text message to me was anything to go by. No, it didn’t really work out. Anyway, we never actually had sex. She only wanted me to eat her pussy.”

Sarah could barely swallow, her throat was so dry. Even the passing reference to oral sex made her cheeks redden further; she was starting to resemble a beetroot. Sarah watched open-mouthed as Dom, in his slightly laid back pose, began to slowly stroke his cock. It didn’t take long for it to begin to firm up and grow longer.

“You’ve never had a guy go down on you either, have you?” It was like he could read her like a book. Sarah pursed her lips and shook her head. “But you’ve thought about it. Imagined how it would feel.” She nodded. “Would you like me to?”

Dominic sat up and leaned over close as she looked away, unable to hold is gaze. She could smell the masculine scent of his body, it was intoxicating. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered softly, “Would you like me to lick your pussy, Sarah?”

She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even look at him. Having a gorgeous guy go down on her was one of her ultimate fantasies, she often thought about what it would be like. Her fingers had so far sufficed as a poor substitute, but it wasn’t enough. It felt like butterflies were fluttering in her stomach and her palms were becoming sweaty. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” continued Dominic. “I’ve been thinking about this since you moved in. I bet you taste so good.”

That was all Sarah could stand, whatever happened next, so be it. With the slightest of nods, she gave him permission to continue. Little footsteps of soft pressure tiptoed up her inner thigh as he walked his fingers under her robe. A small gasp preceded a groan as she felt his warm palm cup her bare, aching sex.

“Ohhh,” was all she could manage as she was touched for the first time. With very gentle persuasion, he coaxed her to lie back on his bed. Soft kisses caressed the flushed skin of her neck as his hand slowly rolled against her sopping pussy. Sarah hadn’t realised how wet she was, but she could feel it now as his fingers became slick with her arousal. His lips teasing the sensitive skin of her neck felt wonderful, he was being so soft and tender.

Sarah closed her eyes and sank into excess. It felt like she was floating on a tranquil sea, as the warmth of the sunlight filtering through the gap in the bedroom curtains splayed across her face. There was nothing now but the moment, the feeling, the ache for pleasure and release. Years of sexual frustration were culminating in this moment, and she wanted to soak up every single second of it.

Dominic stroked his palm slowly over her soft, shaven mound, across her flat toned stomach and up between the swell of her young, firm breasts. The loosely tied belt unfurled and her robe fell open to expose her gorgeous teenage body. Her breathing was slow and deep causing her chest to rise and fall like placid waves. Dominic’s mouth watered in anticipation of tasting such a delicate and delicious creature. She looked so beautiful like this, with her silky brunette hair spread across his bed, and her cheeks flushed a rosy red with apprehension and hope.

The warmth of Dominic’s breath felt wonderful. Sarah shuddered as he began to kiss his way around her little pink nubs of sensitive puckered flesh. Each nipple became painfully taut as his tongue roamed ever closer to touching them. It seemed as though it took an age, but when his lips finally closed over one of her tight nipples, the most exquisite warmth radiated through her body. He sucked and suckled on her lovingly, tracing slow circles with his tongue. Sarah could already feel the hushed tingle of arousal radiating from her core. She’d wanted this for so long, and now it was actually happening.

His hands roamed her slender body, slowly caressing each and every hill and valley of soft flesh. Little whimpers of delight made Dominic smile as Sarah’s young body yielded to his touch. She was nothing like any of the other girls he had been with; her inexperience and innocence were delightful.

“You have an amazing body,” he whispered quietly. Sarah felt a little quiver of delight ripple through her as she heard his words.

“Oh, Dom,” she sighed, unable to article anything further.

His closely trimmed stubble bristled the delicate flesh of her breasts as he slowly began to descend her body. Every curve and swell of her torso was kissed with affection. As Dominic shifted his body on top of her, Sarah’s legs parted to allow his hips room on the bed between them. The act in itself felt decadent and rude, how she’d craved to part her legs for a boy.

The ticking sensation of Dom licking her naval made her smile, it was one of those dreamy smiles which radiated complete joy and bliss. However, the smile slowly faded and was replaced with parted lips as he traced a scorching path lower with his tongue. As it stroked over the crest of her smooth mound, she bit into her bottom lip. Sarah could feel her inner thighs now resting against Dom’s broad shoulders, and even the tickle of his shaggy dark hair on her soft skin.

Sarah lifted her head and looked down. Through the foggy haze of sexual tension she could see the longing in Dominic’s eyes. He paused and admired the soft pink folds of her womanhood for a moment, just taking in the sight before him. With his right hand he cupped her warm, slick pubic dune and stroked slowly back and forth. Each time his hand pried her supple, pliable flesh upwards, her delicate petals parted and she moaned. When the temptation was finally too great, he descended for a first taste of her body. Dominic stroked his tongue over her warm, smooth skin, and revelled in the unmistakable sickly sweet tang of nubile girl.

“Oh my God, you taste so good,” he groaned, in between two deliciously long licks.

Each little whimper from Sarah made him want to please her even more; he could tell by the way her body was reacting that these were all new sensations for her. He took his time, and made love to her delicate folds with his hot mouth. Each little quiver of her body drove him wild, it was so enjoyable to give so much pleasure. The girlish moans and deep breaths that resulted from his tongue dipping inside her were just divine. He continued lapping at her gooey folds of delicate flesh until she sank slowly into delirium.

Dominic had gone down on several girls since starting university, but none of them had tasted as good as Sarah. There was almost a kind of citrus note to her arousal, something he found utterly intoxicating. As her hips involuntarily rolled, pressing her desperate sex against his mouth, Dom gripped the soft creamy skin of her thighs tightly and began to feast. Sarah gasped as he licked and sucked at her pussy with a flurry of enthusiasm. She could feel the distant rumble of a thunderous climax approaching. The thought of coming whilst a guy was eating her was both exciting and scary.

“S-Slow down, please,” whispered Sarah through ragged breaths. “I don’t… I can’t…”

Her mind was a fuzzy jumble of sensations and emotions, all new and deliciously ungoverned. By now Sarah was like putty, pliable and willing. She hooked her hands behind her knees and held her legs apart for Dom, as he lifted them from the bed and up to her chest. All sense of modesty had now been lost; the fact that she was so crudely splayed on Dominic’s bed only heightened her arousal. As her eyes slowly closed, she felt Dom’s tongue begin to circle downwards slowly. Just as it stroked over her tight puckered bottom, her eyes shot open.

“W-Woah,” Sarah stuttered as she lifted her head from the bed. “What are you doing?”

“I’m licking your ass,” he replied, gazing up at her from between her thighs. The look in his eyes made her ache inside. As his tongue extended and began to circled her little crinkle, her lips formed a little ‘O’ shape and her eyelids drooped. Sarah’s head flopped back onto the bed and she sighed; it felt so good, she’d never imagined. As Dom felt Sarah relaxing into it and becoming more enthusiastic to the act, he gripped her firm little cheeks and buried his tongue inside her. The little squeal of surprise that escaped her lips sounded so fucking kinky.

It had been a risk as not all girls are into ass-play, but Dom had been aching to sample everything Sarah had to offer. Whilst he was enjoying the feeling her clenching down on his intrusion, he reached over her thigh and started to stroke the tip of his index finger around her swollen clit. He rolled it gently from side to side, teasing her throbbing nub of sensitive nerve endings.

“Oh, sweet Jesus…” she moaned, as he smiled slyly to himself. Sarah couldn’t take much more of this, and Dominic knew it. As if on cue, her fingers gripped his hair tightly and tugged it hard. She mashed his face between the apex of her thighs and cried out, “Oh my god, Dominic, I’m gonna come!”

Before she was able to taste the delicacy of sweetest excess, everything stopped; his tongue stopped wriggling and his finger stopped circling. Sarah had been teetering on the edge of something monumental, and was now being denied the very thing she wanted more than anything, a mind-melting orgasm.

“Not yet, baby,” whispered Dom, before blowing cool air across her swollen, flushed-red clam. He knew what he was doing, and the frustration in her sigh was evidence of just how close her body had been to tipping the scales. He placed soft kisses along the hot flesh of her puffy outer labia, as his fingertips caressed her inner thighs. “My turn.”

Sarah struggled to sit up; her head was spinning and her throat was painfully dry. As Dominic lay back on the bed, she slipped off onto the floor and crawled across the threadbare carpet to his bedside table on her hands and knees. As she lifted the sticky glass to her lips and hungrily gulped the cool, sweet orange juice, her eyes were glued to the half empty bottle of baby oil sat on the table.

Deep breaths helped to calm her nerves as she crawled back over to the edge of the bed. As she shuffled up between his parted legs and sat back on her haunches, Sarah could feel the moisture leaking down her thighs. Tentatively, she reached out and took a hold of his erection. The first thing she noticed was how hot it felt; the thought of how it would feel inside of her was mind-boggling. Her fingers wrapped around the firm flesh, and as she squeezed it gently, she watched a droplet of clear pre-cum leak from the head of his cock.

Now that the time had come to return the favour, little doubts began to creep in. ‘Can I really do this? What If I’m no good?’ A guilty pleasure of Sarah’s was curling up at night in bed with her laptop and watching porn. The videos where a girl was sucking a guys cock always made her hot and bothered under the sheets. She often fingered herself quietly in the dark whilst imagining herself as the girl on the screen. Do all girls do the same thing? Do they all fantasise about that? The thought of stroking her tongue along the length of a big hard dick always made her quiver.

Dom propped himself up on his elbows and watched Sarah playing with his dick. He knew she’d never done this before, but her apprehension and eagerness to please him made it all the more sensual. The way her eyes marvelled at the sight, wide and innocent, was just the cherry on the top, so to speak. With a quick glance at his reassuring smile, Sarah leaned forward and licked the smudge of slick liquid from the tip of his shaft. She rolled her tongue around her mouth, savouring her first taste of a man. It wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t unpleasant either.

Having taken the first step, it just became an exercise of putting one foot in front of the other. She stroked her tongue slowly along the entire length of his shaft, loving how it looked with her saliva renewing the gloss of the oil. Each time she neared the swollen head of his cock, she felt it twitch in her hands. In one of her magazines there had been an article about giving head, something she’d spent a considerable amount of time reading and re-reading. With one hand gripping the base of his thick shaft, she gently cupped his balls with the other and sank her mouth over the head of his cock.

“Yes!” Dom hissed through gritted teeth as he was swallowed by Sarah’s hot mouth.

She rolled her tongue around his rigid flesh, circling the valley of his ridge and stroking slowly over his sensitive glans. Sarah was so excited about finally fulfilling her fantasy of sucking a gorgeous cock, all she wanted to do was tweet it to everyone. Of course, that would be a terrible idea, but it made her smile. What made her even more happy was the fact that she was doing a good job. A quick glance upwards confirmed this when she saw Dom’s face was flushed and his breathing was heavy.

“Oh fuck,” Dominic moaned, as Sarah squeezed his balls playfully. “That’s so good.”

He reached out and placed his right hand on her head, running his fingers through her soft brown locks and gripping them tightly as her head bobbed up and down. It was the best blow job he’d ever had, and from a virgin as well. It was the utter pleasure and enjoyment she was getting from the act which made it so good. He’d had his cock sucked by plenty of girls, but none of them had wanted it like Sarah did.

The closely trimmed, coarse black hairs around his base tickled her nose and chin. Sarah found that now his cock was wet and slick, she could take more and more of him each time, it was just a case of relaxing her jaw. She reached up and let her hands roam his body as her mouth took care of his dick. She ran her palms over his firm pecks and flat, toned stomach with relish. It was as if all her most secret and sordid fantasies were all coming to fruition, and to experience all of this with a guy she thought was gorgeous made her hungry for so much more.

Sarah’s knees began to ache after a little while but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was suck on Dominic’s cock all morning, she was craving it like an addiction. Her hands slid back and rested on the tops of his thighs as she began to suck harder. Each time she withdrew now, she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock like a lollipop. The encouraging groan she felt reverberate through his body only made her want to do it better. His grip tightened on her long dark hair and his hips began to lift from the bed as he neared completion. She wanted to stop and make him feel the frustration of denial as he had her, but if he had flooded her mouth with his hot cum right that second, she’d have welcomed it.

As the thoughts of him emptying his balls into her willing mouth saturated her sex-hazed mind, he placed a finger under her chin and tilted her face up.

“Lie down on the bed,” he instructed her, as her lips released him with a ‘pop’.

On unsteady legs, Sarah rose from the floor and climbed onto his bed. She watched from the corner of her eye as Dominic stood up, his stiff cock swinging in front of him,

“On your front,” he said softly.

As she lay on the crumpled sheets and rested her head on his pillows, she breathed in deep; they smelled of him.

“You look tense. Let me loosen you up a bit.”

All of this was so new and not a little daunting to Sarah. She knew what to expect, but that didn’t help calm her nerves as she felt him straddle her thighs. The hairs on his legs tickled the sensitive skin on her own as he sat back. Sarah held her breath as she watched a hand reach out and pick up the bottle of baby oil from the bedside table.

“Just relax.”

Droplets pitter-pattered on her back and shoulders as Dominic began to pour the clear liquid on her skin. It trickled between her shoulder blades and ran in small rivers to pool in her lower back. The cap was clicked shut and the bottle replaced as she waited for his hands. They were soft but firm as they started to spread the oil along her spine. It felt absolutely wonderful; she’d never had a massage before. Dominic carefully caressed, rolled and kneaded every inch of her back, from the nape of her neck, to the curve of her buttocks.

A gentle sigh was lost in the fluffy pillows as his powerful hands grabbed her hips. He worked her pliable flesh firmly, stretching and flexing every muscle and tendon as he worked his way across her body. It all felt so wonderful Sarah didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Whimpers of pleasure were unavoidable as his expert fingers glided along her side and around the curve of her breasts.

He took the bottle of oil and clicked the lid back open as he shuffled lower, his knees now cradling her own. Droplets speckled her ass, before he slid his slick palms over the glossy liquid and slowly worked it into her. Each time his hands clasped her cheeks and parted them, Sarah’s sopping pussy lips parted and she involuntarily clenched. Her eyes rolled as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. The massage had definitely now moved onto something else.

With one more quick squeeze of the bottle, Dominic watched the glistening rivulets run down the crack of her bottom and between the valleys of her cleft. He clicked the lid shut and discarded the bottle onto a pile a laundry on the floor. Sarah almost screamed as Dominic, in one long slow motion, ran his warm hand down between her ass cheeks and over her inflamed sex.

As he rubbed her pussy, her hips lifted from the bed, rolling slowly as her bum stuck up in the air. His slick hand glided almost frictionless over her pouting sex, causing her to moan loudly like she was in heat. Embarrassed by how vocal she was being, Sarah buried her face into a pillow and bit into it. She wanted to tell Dom how long she had dreamt of something like this happening to her, but all she could think was, ‘what would my mother say?!’

Sarah almost lost her mind when she felt Dominic lean forward and start to rub his big cock between her oily cheeks. It glided effortlessly back and forth, hot and lubricated.

“You feel that, Sarah?” he whispered into her ear. “I’m so hard for you right now.”

“Mmm,” was all she was able to reply.

“Do you want this?”

“I, I…” she struggled, gasping for enough breath to form the words.

Dominic lowered his mouth to her ear and nibbled her earlobe softly. He almost growled in his husky voice, “Do you want me inside you?”

“Y-Yes,” Sarah whimpered.

“Then make me believe it,” he toyed, angling down and teasing the head of his cock between her parted velvet lips.

“Please, Dom,” she pleaded. “I need you to fuck me!”

Without another word spoken, he rolled his hips forward and speared deep into her tight virgin pussy. Sarah seized the sheets in a white-knuckled death grip as she felt him enter her. It was so hot it felt like her core was burning. She could feel the ridge around the head of his cock as it plunged deeper, raking against the soft insides of her walls. The sensation was incredible, she felt so stretched and full. She finally felt complete.

Sarah was so tight it gave Dom the impression of his cock being seized in a vice of hot liquid silk. He took it easy at first and inched slowly into her gooey depths, planting soft kisses on the back of her neck as he did so. With each gentle nudge into her inexperienced centre, she gasped and hissed out laboured breaths of sweet agony. For Dom, giving pleasure meant receiving pleasure, and this was absolutely wonderful.

After several minutes Sarah began to loosen up. To make things a little easier on them both, he lifted her gently by the hips and settled her body onto her knees. She was shaking a little from the flood of adrenaline coursing through her veins, and wouldn’t have been able to stand even if the house had been on fire. With her pert little peach of a bottom sticking up in the air invitingly, Dom lined his thick cock back up with her swollen pussy and glided it back inside her.

He fell into a steady rhythm as the sounds of his thighs slapping her ass filled the room. Seeing Sarah’s fingers curling his crumpled sheets into her fists only made him want to fuck her harder. As he looked down and watched his glossy cock disappearing into her body, he smiled and gently worked his fingertip into her ass. It was tight as he wriggled it a little further inside her bum.

“Fuck, Dom, you bad boy! Oh my… Jesus.” He just grinned as she leaned back of her own accord, and sank herself onto his cock and finger as deep as they would go. With that sort of encouragement, what man could resist? Sarah wailed as Dom began to thrust faster and harder. “Oh, for the love of… Oh!”

Words tumbled from her mouth as she began to mumble unintelligibly. Her body was experiencing more sexual stimulation than she’d ever dreamt possible, and her mind was having trouble processing it all. Her pussy ached, her back and knees were sore; it was everything she’d hoped it would be and more. As Dom reached up and gripped her left shoulder for leverage, he removed his finger from her ass and gripped her hip as his thighs slapped against her ever louder.

With one quick downward swipe, Dominic brought his hand down onto her bottom with a loud ‘whack’. Sarah’s flesh rippled as the hard spank left a burning imprint of a hand on her ass. The warm, tight sensation of stinging skin set in motion a chain reaction which radiated through her body. She bit into the pillow and screamed as her legs began to shudder and spasm. She felt a wave of something catastrophic beginning to tear through her body, raking along her muscles and setting fire to every single nerve ending.

Sarah’s entire body set alight as she became inflamed in wet electric fire. Her body writhed and shook with the force of the explosion which had started between her legs, but had now spread from the tips of her toes to the hair follicles on her head. Dominic was still sawing in and out of her slowly, and every millimetre of his flesh that stroked her core only stoked the raging inferno of her orgasm. With tears soaking into the soft while cotton of the pillow case, she wished with the last shred of sanity that remained that that moment would last forever.

A wave of euphoria crashed into her as she felt the room begin to spin. It tore through her like a powerful gale coursing onto land from a turbulent, stormy sea. With no thoughts but the messy chaos that a monstrous climax had left behind, Sarah had nothing left. The inevitable comedown was slow and excruciating; it felt like giving something up she wasn’t yet ready to leave behind. With barely the strength left to keep her upright on her hands and knees, she leaned forward and slipped off Dom’s cock.

Wanting Dom to come as well, she whimpered breathlessly as she rolled onto her back, “I want to see.”

With a wince, she watched as he lined up his big, cum-slicked cock and drove it back into her depths, spreading her sore folds of swollen flesh. Each thrust was a beautiful agony she now longed for more than anything. His momentum was urgent and purposeful; he needed to come. As Sarah looked up into his eyes, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her hard.

“You’re my girl, right?” he grunted.


“You’re my dirty girl,” he stated, slamming his cock into her roughly with each word in order to punctuate the meaning.

“Yes!” she cried out as her flailing arms wrapped around his neck.

He crushed her slender frame against the bed with the weight of his muscular body. His hot skin, slick with sweat, burned against her trembling torso. In a furious flurry of vigorous fucking, his legs shook, and his chest heaved as he gasped desperately for air.

“Oh fuck!” he cried out. “Where?”

Sarah replied by running her hand over her stomach. He pulled out of her quickly and began to stroke his cock energetically as he knelt up. She watched every single pass of his tight fist as he gripped his throbbing length and coaxed himself to the edge.

Sarah tried to imagine what he was feeling, that inevitable tingle of warmth that swells and swells into an overwhelming and uncontrollable urge to just explode. His balls were tight against his body and the muscles in his thighs were taut. With a cry of absolute ecstasy, he threw his head back and began to jut his hips. His stroking motion faltered as his balls clenched and a huge, arching jet of thick white cum shot out of the head of his cock.

The hot fluid coated her body from chin to navel as it landed on her. Sarah’s eyes went wide with wonder as she watched his hard shaft pulsate and twitch. More and more cum throbbed out of him onto her torso. She could feel every drop that touched her, it felt like it was burning her skin.

When Dominic’s balls were completely drained and he had nothing left to give, he collapsed onto his side on the bed next to Sarah and let out a deep, tortured groan.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned between gritted teeth, as his hands cupped his balls. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and his chest was heaving as he tried to suck in enough air to continue breathing.

“You okay?” asked Sarah quietly through a fuzzy warmth of post-orgasmic haze.

“Yeah,” replied Dom as he rolled onto his back and started chuckling. “Just making sure nothing came loose down there. Jesus!”

Whilst Dom was giving himself a medical, Sarah slowly traced a fingertip through the copious pools of semen splattered all over her body. She could smell the musk of him all over herself, it made her feel lightheaded and dizzy. Dom glanced over just as curiosity got the better of her. She wiped a droplet of the warm liquid from her chin and slipped the finger into her mouth. It tasted salty and not at all like she’d expected a man’s cum to taste.

“Mmm,” teased Dom, as he propped his head up on his arm. “Now that’s fucking hot.”

Sarah blushed at his words and slipped the finger from her mouth, she hadn’t realised he’d been watching her.

“You know, if you ask me nicely, next time I might just let you suck me off.”

That comment earned him another playful slap as they once again burst out laughing.


Having showered her aching body and changed into some baggy clothes, Sarah now stood in the kitchen. She was cutting up a pineapple at the counter when she heard bare feet padding across the floor behind her.


“Hi,” she replied quietly, trying to keep her cool.

“You okay?” Dom asked. “You know, about earlier? I wasn’t sure if maybe you’d had second thoughts.” Sarah turned around and looked at him. His jeans were slung low on his muscular hips, the corse hair on his stomach just visible as his white tee shirt rode up. He had his right hand resting on his head, with his fingers wound through his shaggy dark hair. The unsure look on his face was cute.

“Honestly?” she replied, to which he nodded. “It was incredible. I’ve never come that hard before.”

The fact that she’d whispered those words across the kitchen made him smile; they were the only two people in the house. He sauntered over to her, smooth as silk, and roughly pinned Sarah’s body against the kitchen counter. She gasped, but smiled as his hands seized her wrists and his warm, firm body pressed into her.

“You know,” he said quietly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

His voice was like honey, it made her cheeks flush just hearing him speak like that. She could feel the bulge in his jeans pressing against her abdomen. Sarah nibbled her bottom lip and pretended that she wasn’t already aching for round two.

“I was so hard in the shower.”

Their mouths collided in passionate press of hot, soft flesh. Their tongues twirled together, stroking each others’ in a lust-fuelled fervour. By the time they came up for air, Sarah was panting and felt lightheaded.

“Dom,” she whispered breathlessly, “you’re such a bad boy!”

“And you’re my dirty girl. I’d say that makes us a perfect match.”

His hands tightened on her wrists as she felt an involuntary flutter of anxious pleasure prick her skin. What Dom could feel was her pulse; her heart was racing.

“I was thinking that after you finish chopping up that pineapple, you could give me the guided tour to your bedroom. I’m dying to get you back into bed.” He placed a kiss on her cheek and whispered quietly, “I wonder if I could make you scream for mercy.”

Sarah leaned back and gazed into his big, steel-blue eyes. She licked at her dry lips and after taking a moment to arrange the words she wanted to say, replied, “Fuck the pineapple. Let’s go.”


Emma sat at her desk in complete silence. Her mouth hung open in utter shock at the image displayed on her computer screen. With a shaking hand caused by a sudden adrenaline rush, she took a deep breath and clicked to minimise the image before trying to regain her composure.

Feelings of buried lust and guilt at her forbidden voyeurism coursed through her as she slouched in her chair, the mental image of her gorgeous housemate still fresh in her mind. He had been sat at the desk in his bedroom, wearing the charcoal coloured suit that was made to measure and hugged his lean physique like a lover. It was obvious from his position in the photograph that he had placed the camera on his desk and set the auto-timer to take the shot.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered to herself, “I can’t believe it.”

Staring into the blank screen in a daze, a mixture of disbelief and wanton longing washed over her as she felt her mouth going dry and her chest heaving slightly. She sat up straight, her eyes just peeking over the top of the five foot partition and surveyed the office; everyone was busy. Knowing she shouldn’t but wanting to anyway, Emma maximised the photo once more. As it filled her computer screen, a sudden surge of paranoia caused her to glance around quickly once more to make sure no one could see her. Happy that no one could observe what she was doing, she turned back to the screen.

Emma couldn’t have counted the number of times in the past that she had curled her bottom lip between her teeth and bitten down to keep from moaning whilst in bed, silently stroking herself to climax thinking about that very man. Now she was looking at him reclined in his own chair, with his large, stiff cock thrust up through his open trouser zip.

Quickly clicking on to the next image, it was obvious that Jack had just exited the shower. Droplets of water sat seductively all over his muscular frame, following the contours of his rugged muscles. His wet, dark hair, looking like a million fibres of black silk, was slicked back as he looked directly into the camera for the photo.

Her eyes slowly slipped from his chiselled, slightly stubbled jawline, down over his broad shoulders and over his rippling physique. The perfect form of his muscular abdomen gave away his penchant for regular gym sessions and healthy eating. He was an Adonis! Emma’s gaze drifted lower as she pressed her lips together firmly to keep from moaning her approval. A large, fluffy white towel was slung around his lean waist and hung lazily on his hips. The teasing shroud concealed what she already knew to be one of his best features. At that very second, Emma felt like dropping to her knees in the middle of the office and thanking God she was born a woman.

A sudden pang of guilt washed through her and she once again minimised the image in shame.

Jack and Emma had hit it off the first day he moved in. She had thought at the time that he was one of the most attractive guys she had ever met, only later coming to realise that he was also a genuinely lovely person. Although she secretly fancied the pants off him, for whatever reason, nothing had ever developed romantically in the six months since he had moved in and, over time, they had simply become just good friends. Now though, now she had seen his cock.

This had all been due to the fact that Emma had been running late for her appointment that morning. The usually calm and collected exterior of a woman in complete control, had been replaced with one which exemplified, in every sense of the word, panic.

Her relaxed evening the previous night had consisted of reading some naughty erotica and enjoying some slow, gentle masturbation whilst listening to mellow jazz music. The inevitable result was that she had forgotten to turn the volume back up on her radio alarm clock. Instead of being jarred to consciousness at 7am by the blaring voice of a radio DJ far too happy for that time in the morning, she was instead softly awoken by his gentle whispers; an hour later than normal.

In classic ‘running late for work’ fashion, a hurried jumble of quick-fire cock-ups had ensued as Emma rushed to get ready and out of the door. She had hurriedly washed toothpaste from her hair, left the bathroom looking like the aftermath of a college party, and had even taken the time to remove her panties and slip them back on the right way round. Just when she’d thought things couldn’t have gotten any worse, they did.

Although Emma’s digital camera was advertised as Splash Proof when she purchased it, as she’d watched it taking a swim in the washing machine on a fast spin cycle, she doubted very much that it would survive. As the now useless chunk of black plastic had bumped and sloshed against the glass door, she had gotten a sneaking suspicion that today was going to be ‘one of those days’.

Emma was an estate agent and part of her job was to call on home owners and complete a survey of their property. This included making notes of room sizes, conjuring up impressive sounding property jargon for the adverts and taking artistic photos which always made rooms look larger than they actually were.

“Think, Emma; think,” she had said to herself as she’d crouched in front of the washing machine and stared into the soapy abyss.

There was only one other person that lived in the house and, luckily, she knew Jack had recently treated himself to a new digital camera. Knowing it was her only option, Emma had kicked off her heels and rushed back upstairs, entering Jack’s bedroom, knowing he had already left for work. She found the camera sat on a fancy looking docking station on his computer desk. In the spirit of sharing, Jack and Emma borrowed each other’s things all the time so she didn’t think borrowing his camera would be a problem. Okay, it wasn’t a mobile phone charger or a tube of toothpaste, but she could be trusted to look after it.

Many friends of Emma’s assumed on first meeting Jack that they were in fact a couple. In reality, both Jack and Emma were technically both single with Jack ‘half seeing’ a girl on the internet. Emma had never really understood online dating or how it worked, especially considering the girl he was supposedly dating lived on the other side of the world. She had asked him once, purely out of curiosity and he had told her that it was nothing serious. “Just a bit of fun.” They would chat, flirt and send each other photos. It was now as clear as crystal what those photos he referred to actually were.

As she sat there in a haze of heady excitement, Emma knew she should unplug the camera from her computer and respect Jack’s privacy. The problem was, the more she tried not to think about his ripped body and impressive manhood, the more she couldn’t help herself. Emma was seriously aroused and in desperate need of cooling the burning of her flushed cheeks. She cracked open the window next to her desk to feel the caress of a cool breeze, and took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

It was no good; she couldn’t concentrate. Everything she looked at reminded her of what she had just seen. Glancing around the office, she was seeing cock— everywhere! Emma could already feel a dampness in her black lace panties as she sat back down and squirmed in her seat.

As she went to close the minimised window on her screen, she stopped, her finger hovering above the button on the mouse. She knew she shouldn’t but there were thirty more images on the camera, each one a temptation too strong to resist. The thought of seeing more of Jack at his most intimate caused her cheeks to flush an even brighter shade of red. Her breath became ragged and the familiar tingle of arousal began to spread over her body. Emma slipped her jacket off onto the back of her chair and, with no small amount of effort, clicked onto the next photograph. The towel was gone.

A quick gasp, that actually sounded more like a squeak, escaped her lips as she was once again brought face to face with the most delicious cock she had ever seen. Emma unconsciously licked her lips whilst admiring the impressive, uncut length; what she wouldn’t give to get her hands on him. He even shaved his balls, ‘God, he is so hot!’ she thought to herself.

Emma had her finger poised above the mouse, the cursor sat over the ‘minimise’ button, ready to hide her new, voyeuristic pleasure at the slightest sign of anyone in the office heading her way. Without even realising she was doing it, Emma had begun to gently tease her left nipple through the soft material of her blouse as a soft whimper escaped her lips. With increasing pressure from her fingertips, an aching tightness between her legs soon became her primary focus as she pressed her thighs together tightly.

Realising how dry her mouth had become, she reached over to take a drink of water. As she put the glass to her lips and tipped the cool liquid into her mouth, keeping her eyes glued to the screen the entire time, her worst nightmare came true.

“You naughty girl,” came a voice from right over her shoulder.

The water sprayed from her mouth and bounced back out of the glass, soaking her face and the top of her blouse. She quickly span her chair around with droplets of water running down her panic-stricken expression and came face to face with her best friend, Cassie. Always a troublemaker and considered the office joker, her smile stretched from ear to ear as she tried to suppress a laugh at the sight of Emma, dripping wet and caught red-handed looking at dirty photos on her computer.

“Jesus Christ, Cassie!” Emma whispered loudly, “You scared the shit out of me!”

Cassie reached over to the box of tissues sat on Emma’s desk and handed her one. “Sorry; I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I was just coming over to say hello and happened to catch you looking at some porn.”

“Shh! Keep your voice down,” Emma chided quietly, taking another quick glance up and down the office. “This is not porn. It’s… It’s…”

“Looks like porn to me,” Cassie replied, leaning over Emma to get a better look. “Oh, he’s fucking gorgeous! Can you email me that?”

“No I can not!” Emma replied, a little louder than she had expected. Cassie turned to look at her, a puzzled expression on her face.

“Why not?” she asked slowly, in a curious tone. Seeing the trepidation in her friend’s expression, she started to piece things together as she flicked her gaze back and forth between the explicit photo on the computer screen and Emma’s face, only now recognising her friend’s housemate. “You did not! Is that…?” She almost screamed in excitement. Cassie had been Emma’s friend for several years and had been over to the house and met Jack many times since he had moved in.

“Would you keep your voice down! What are you trying to do, get me fired?” Emma grabbed her firmly by the sleeve and pulled her down for a conspiratorial, girly chat. “You did not see this. It is not who you think it is. No, I did not sleep with him.”

“Sleep with who?” replied Cassie.


“So it is him! I knew it.” Cassie was the master of deception and could psychologically wrangle any secret from anybody. Her cunning powers of manipulation were legendary around the firm.

“Shit. Okay, it’s him, but you didn’t see this, okay? I left my camera in my jacket pocket the other day and it is, at this very moment, doing the back crawl around my washing machine. I had to borrow Jack’s camera for the Sanderson appointment this morning.”

Cassie crouched down next to the chair, reached over for another tissue and started drying a few missed spots of moisture from Emma’s face. “I’m starting to worry about you, Em. Six months you have been living with this guy,” she pointed to the screen, “And you haven’t once fucked him. You’re not going… funny on me, are you?” And with that she puckered her lips and made comical kissing noises.

Emma couldn’t help but laugh. “No, I’m not going ‘funny’. You know I like him, it’s just… never happened. I’m not as, erm, forward as you are.”

Cassie’s eyebrows rose. “I’m going to assume you didn’t just mean to insinuate that I’m a slut.” Emma blushed, nervously. “I’m joking! Listen, when he comes home from work tonight, why don’t you just rip his clothes off?”

Emma had had enough of Cassie’s advice to last a lifetime. She was thirty years old and could make her own bad decisions, thank you very much. She closed the photo that was open on the screen, turned back to her friend and replied jovially, “Thanks, Cass. I might just do that.”

Cassie planted a huge kiss on her friends cheek. “Lucky bitch.” she giggled as she strode off.

After an excruciating day of sexual frustration and thoughts that can only be described as mischievous temptation, Emma eventually made it home. The traffic of the central city almost drove her to the brink on several occasions. All she wanted to do was strip off her clothes, peel the now sodden panties down her legs and plunge her favourite vibrator into her aching pussy until she came so hard she nearly passed out. That’s all.

Slinging her bag onto the table in the hallway, she strode into the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of cold white wine that barely hit the sides. Not realising how long she had actually been stuck in the traffic, Emma was surprised to hear the front door open as Jack arrived home.

“Anybody in?” he called from the hallway.

“In the kitchen.”

As he strode through the doorway, she couldn’t help but look at him in a different way. He was wearing an expensive, graphite coloured suit that just dripped from his muscular frame. Emma fought the temptation to allow her eyes to drift down to his crotch and instead of drooling, forced a smile.

“Hey, Em. How was your day?” he asked. Jack was always thoughtful and kind. He enquired every single day and never out of a sense of duty or a need to make small talk. It was because he actually cared.

“Pretty good, thanks. How about you?”

“Oh, you know. I’m always kept busy solving other people’s problems,” he replied as he slipped off his suit jacket and slowly removed his tie. “I’m just going to grab a quick shower and then I’ll cook us up something nice. Sound good?”

Emma just smiled and nodded, not trusting her voice at that moment. He was handsome, successful, kind, had a cock that made her want to just kneel and worship it for the whole evening and, oh yes, he was also a fantastic cook. As he turned and left, her eyes closed and a dreamy sigh escaped her lips at the thought of him in the kitchen, completely naked except for an apron, his firm buttocks showing from the back. She bit her bottom lip and whimpered at the thoughts that now cascaded through her mind. She needed to cum and she needed to cum right now!

Emma hitched up her short skirt as she perched her bottom gently on the corner of the kitchen table and slowly slipped her right hand into her panties. She was dripping with excitement and couldn’t believe the state she had gotten herself into. Rubbing her throbbing clit in slow, circular motions, Emma tilted her head back and allowed a guttural moan to escape her lips as the pleasure spread from her centre. She could feel the tumultuous pressure of an impending orgasm building inside of her and could barely keep from plunging her fingers into her aching depths to finish the job. Now that she was on the precipice of bliss, she wanted nothing more than to ride it slowly to its conclusion.

She began to imagine Jack walking back into the kitchen and ravishing her on the kitchen table. He would grip the delicate, lacy material of her panties and roughly tear them from her body as he stepped between her spread thighs. Gripping the front of her blouse, that too would be disposed of in an equally masculine manner as the buttons would bounce and skitter across the kitchen floor. He would place the head of his stiff length between the swollen folds of her pussy and then…

“Hey, Em?”

Oh shit! Either Jack had just had the fastest shower known to mankind, or Emma had completely lost track of time. She quickly removed her hand from between her legs and hid the glossy, slick evidence of her fingers behind her back before Jack made it to the bottom of the stairs. With her cheeks flushed and burning bright red, her appearance gave away her condition but she tried her best not to show it.

“Yeah?” she squeaked in reply.

He appeared in the doorway wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist and padded across the cool, tiled floor of the kitchen, barefoot. His short, dark hair, the colour of a moonless midnight, was slicked back; his lean, rippling physique swathed in enticing droplets of moisture. ‘He looks just like he did in the photo,’ Emma thought to herself as she swallowed and ran the tip of her tongue over her plump lips.

“Have you seen my camera?”

The camera! Emma’s eyes went wide and the colour drained from her face. In the confusion of her frenzied, sex-addled brain, she had forgotten to place it back in Jack’s room and had left it in her bag which was now sat on the hallway table. Blushing furiously and struggling to maintain eye contact with him, she mumbled through her excuse as best as she could manage.

“Your camera, yeah… I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed it for a house viewing this morning.” Emma glanced over the washing machine in the corner and then back to Jack. “Mine took a swim.”

“Oh, right. No, that’s fine,” he replied disarmingly, followed by a little laugh. “Sorry to hear about your camera.”


Emma retrieved the camera from her bag in the hall and handed it back to him, avoiding eye contact. She hadn’t felt that embarrassed in a long time. As Jack went back upstairs to change, she watched his tight buttocks flex from side to side under the towel like a couple of walnuts wrapped in a tea towel. Letting out a deep sigh and having completely lost the motivation to continue pleasuring herself, she set the table for dinner and helped herself to another glass of wine.

The fusilli pasta was delicious. As they both delved into their large bowls of steaming, saucy italian swirls, Emma was amazed at how she had yet to find a single thing that Jack was bad at. Everything they ate was fresh and homemade. Each savoury morsel was an explosion of tangy tomato and creamy parmesan cheese.

“You could be a chef, you know,” Emma remarked.

Jack laughed and smiled, his perfect, pearly white teeth showing under his moist, licked lips. The warm glow from the lamp in the corner of the room accentuated the masculine form of his chiselled jawline.

“You say that every time I cook us something to eat,” he replied, giving her a slight huff of amusement as he took a drink of his crisp chardonnay.

“Well, it’s true. You have a natural talent in the kitchen,” Emma stated in an off-the-cuff manner. The flirty banter was commonplace; a regular but friendly game played at mealtimes.

A reluctant smile found its way to his lips. “Thanks, Em. I appreciate the compliment.” Emma just caught sight in the corner of her eye of the wink he flashed her across the table, and she almost instantly felt her cheeks blush.

‘More wine,’ she considered, helping herself to another mouthful, ‘Lots more wine.’

Resting his fork on the edge of his bowl, he gently placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly. “What were the pictures like?”

Blowing bubbles in your glass of wine was never sexy. Having almost choked on her drink, Emma patted her chest as she coughed. As she grabbed her napkin and subtly dabbed her mouth, she eeked out, “What?”

“The photos, of the house. Did they come out ok?” he asked. “I splashed out a little more for the expensive model but I think it was worth it.”

“Oh, right,” Emma replied, now a nervous wreck. “Very good. The quality was… excellent.”

They finished dinner and, after clearing away the pots, Emma made the excuse that she had a little work to finish off. She sequestered herself on the couch with her laptop and a the last of her glass of wine. As the machine booted up, she jumped as she felt Jack’s hands slide over the tops of her arms and gently come to rest on her shoulders. A quiet gasp of surprise and delight escaped her lips as he leaned in close, his face right next to hers. She could smell the fresh, fragrant cologne he had splashed on; it was intoxicating.

“I’ll be in my room. I’ll leave you to it for a bit.” Jack reached forward and tapped her laptop screen softly with the tip of his index finger, “Don’t work too hard, ok?”

Emma just nodded her head and watched as he stood up and walked out of the room. She knew that this was getting serious now; from the second that image had flashed across the computer screen that morning, she had been unable to think of anything else but Jack. It had rekindled a fire that had been smouldering for far too long now. Something would have to give.

She sat with her computer on her lap and stared off into space. Emma wasn’t sure how long she had been daydreaming but a ‘ping’ sound from the speakers brought her back down to earth. She opened up the email that sat in her inbox and suddenly felt lightheaded seeing who the sender was. It was the man upstairs.

I know you saw my photographs today, I could see it in your eyes.
You could barely look at me this evening but I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. 
You’re fucking sexy when you blush, Em.
Join me?

“Oh, my God!” she squealed in shock, clapping her hand to her mouth. Her eyes drifted to the top of the email and saw that there was an attachment. “He didn’t.”

Emma’s hands were shaking so much she could barely work the track pad on the laptop to click on it. As it opened up, there, full screen and just for her was the hottest guy she had ever laid her eyes on. He was wearing the same pair of jeans and white linen shirt as ten minutes ago, he’d just taken the photo. He was relaxing back in his chair at the desk, the buttons of his shirt being teased open by his big, strong hands.

She knew this was it, no turning back now. Emma placed her laptop on the coffee table and walked into the hall. She slowly climbed the stairs on unsteady legs, still aroused and with an incessant tingling sensation still teasing from her denied orgasm earlier; she could feel the swollen, squishy heat between her thighs with each step. Her stomach tightened in anticipation.

She felt a little silly by the incredible level of nervous tension that she was feeling. It wasn’t like she was a virgin, and Jack had just given her a very definitive ‘come on’. Trying to control her breathing, she stopped just outside his bedroom door and slowly pushed it open. He was sat there waiting, his shirt now open and exposing his incredible upper body. It was enough to make any woman drool. Emma’s attempt to remain in control of her own body began to fail as her breathing shallowed and her pulse quickened.

“I, err…” Emma began, but was cut off with a slow shake of his head. Her mouth opened and closed as an amused smirk creased his lips. He looked straight into her eyes and she felt like a gazelle that had just turned around and caught sight of a lion licking its lips.

“I’m going to say this once, Emma, so there is no misunderstanding between us.” His voice was like dripping honey and as he shifted in his seat, the muscles of his abdomen rippled across his frame; the perfect, hard-earned abs like steel under his skin. “I want you.”

She didn’t know if it was his words, or the lustful longing evident in his eyes, but their bodies collided in a whirlwind of sexual energy as he crushed her up against the door, slamming it shut behind them. His lips mashed against hers, a passionate press of hot, moist flesh as their tongues danced against each other.

“Oh, fuck,” Emma whimpered, as Jack’s untamed fervour possessed her body in whatever way he wished. The sharp, grating of his stubbled cheek against the soft skin of her own drove her wild. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled tightly as his hands roamed her body and his lips began their descent. He played his tongue and teeth down her the side of her sensitive neck and she tipped her head back as he passionately kissed her throat.

Emma’s hands roamed the landscape of his chest, resting on his firm pecks, the warmth of his skin fuelling her fire. Jack’s unrelenting assault of her body was animalistic and impassioned as her back and shoulders bounced off the door. She gasped as she felt his strong hands slide up her legs, gripping the bottom of her skirt as he shimmied it up over her thighs.

He dropped to his knees and Emma had to lean into the door behind her, resting her hands on his head to stop from collapsing. The lust-filled aroma of her sex permeated the room from the cloying dampness of her lacy, black panties as Jack slowly worked his fingers under the waist band and began to tease the hot, swollen lips of her aching pussy.

“Jack… please!” she moaned, before bruising her bottom lip with her teeth. It had been a long time since anyone else’s fingers had touched her. It felt… electric. Gripping and tugging at his hair, she could hear him breathing deeply, taking in the scent of a woman. Hooking his fingers over the waistband of panties, her heightened senses detected the slight rustle of the delicate material slipping over her hips and sliding down her smooth legs to pool on the floor at her ankles.

Encouraging her legs a little wider apart with his hands, Jack leaned forward and, with one long, slow motion, turned Emma’s mind to mush. He ran his warm tongue from the soft, puckered skin of her arse up, slowly parting her swollen, hot folds and finally flicking gently off the tip of her throbbing clit. Emma’s knees buckled and Jack stood to hold her. He placed one strong arm around her waist and, with the other, gripped her bottom and lifted her from the floor effortlessly. In his arms, she was in heaven.

His stubble brushed against her cheeks once more as he again whispered his seduction softly into her ear.

“You taste so fucking good.”

Completely unable to help herself, Emma giggled like a girl and Jack laughed also. Carrying her over to his kingsize bed, he playfully threw her onto the crisp, cool cotton sheets as the glint in his eyes suggested all manner of terrible things in Emma’s imagination.

As she lay there with a splay of messy blonde hair covering his subtly, cologne scented pillow, she relaxed into the reality of the situation. Now she knew how Jack also felt about her, all of Emma’s earlier nervousness began to dissipate and a streak of mischief presented itself. Jack leant forward to crawl onto the foot of the bed but Emma halted his progress with a raised finger.

“Strip for me.”

With an amused smile on his lips, he stood back up and began to slowly undress for her in a private striptease of her very own, a show that money could not buy. Watching that perfect specimen slip the open shirt from his shoulders whilst he looked directly into her eyes reminded Emma of the urgent need to relieve the tension that had been building all day. In a mirror of sensual teasing, she lifted her hips from the bed and wiggled the black material of her skirt over her hips, and discarded it off the side of the bed.

Her breath caught in her throat and she licked her lips as she watched Jack’s nimble fingers unfasten the buckle of his brown leather belt and, in a clenched fist, slip it from his jeans before slackened fingers let it drop to the floor. Each pop of the buttons on his jeans sent a shudder of delight through her before he finally slid them off exposing his rippling thighs and a huge bulge inside of his tight, black boxer shorts.

Unable to keep his hands off her a moment longer, he crawled up between her legs like some prowling, wild animal and gripped the soft fabric of her blouse. In a perfect mirror of her earlier fantasy and with a subtle grunt, he tore her shirt open, sending the delicate, pearlescent buttons bouncing and rolling across his bedroom floor. Emma gasped in shock at this display of primal lust and reached up to bring his mouth to hers, their lips crushing together in a press of warm, soft flesh.

Reaching down between their bodies, she slid her hand over the bulge in Jack’s boxers and squeezed gently. This elicited a moan of approval that resonated in her mouth as she moaned in reply. Emma slipped her hand inside and closed her fingers around his long, thick cock for the first time. Rubbing slowly up and down the length, she could feel that he was as hard as steel as his hips began to push back and forth, thrusting into her fist.

Working his hands behind her back, he unhooked her matching, black lace bra and slid it from her heaving breasts. With her nipples firm and aching for some attention, Jack’s warm mouth and skillful tongue felt like heaven as he took each one in turn and sucked on them with a loving tenderness, each gentle nibble causing a whimper of appreciation. Cupping her breasts in his large hands, he kissed his way down between the swell of her supple mounds of feminine flesh as his cock slipped from her grip. His lips burned over her skin, leaving a path of fire and passion etched like a trail of sexual fervency.

Delicately scraping his teeth across the silken skin of her abdomen, Jack slid lower on the bed until he was nestled between Emma’s thighs. A high pitched groan of sexual ecstasy escaped from her pursed lips as he firmly spread her legs wider. With a hunger that betrayed his inner desire, he began to devour the beautiful woman laid before him parting her puffy, warm labia as his tongue began to stroke against her tortured sex.

Emma arched her back and slipped her fingertips through his hair, pulling him into her. Her agony of constant arousal and orgasm denial had left her on the brink of insanity. With a renewed vigour, Emma bucked her hips against his face, feeling the flat of this tongue as it lapped at her pussy. Knowing from her response how much Emma needed this, Jack decided he was in a mischievous mood and infrequently flicked and feathered his stiffened tongue across Emma’s clitoral hood, knowing it would drive her to madness.

Just when he thought that Emma could take no more and one more solitary lick would tip the scales, he stopped and slowly worked his way back up over her body, placing his hands either side of her slender shoulders.

“You fucking tease,” Emma whispered coarsely.

“Who’s teasing?” Jack whispered in his husky voice, his playful grin disarming yet infuriating. Pushing his hips forward, his cock played slowly against her folds, becoming slick and feeling the waiting warmth.

Emma gripped his face firmly and looked into the eyes that burned with a passion she had lusted over for so long, “Jack, I need you to fuck me!”

With a smouldering expression that made her squirm, he lowered his body to hers and kissed the crook of her neck as the head of his cock spread her crease and speared its way slowly into her depths. “Yes!” she cried out, raking her fingernails across his muscular shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his back, hooking her ankles just above his buttocks and forcing him deeper inside.

With each thrust he eased a little more of his length into Emma’s tight, clenching pussy until, with a final push and a grunt of satisfaction he felt his balls press against her ass. She squeezed his cock with an unknown hunger, gripping his shaft like a vice of hot, liquid silk. Feeling the intense pleasure of her warmth, Jack stroked his thick, hard length into her slick pussy with a rhythmic clarity, the ridges of his muscular outline relaxing and contracting as his hips rolled into hers again and again.

“Oh yes!” Emma cried, “Jack, please! Fuck me hard.”

Jack picked up the pace and began to plunge harder and faster into Emma as her hips bucked against his, meeting each forceful press. Her bottom lifted from the bed each time his cock withdrew, only to be pounded back into the mattress with each powerful thrust of his hips. Feeling such a powerful, strong man taking her roughly and filling her so completely, Emma felt the stirring within—the tightening of her muscles, the tingling of her skin, the warmth, the indescribable sensation of climatic inevitability.

“Jack… I’m gonna cum!” she screamed, her head pressing hard into the soft pillows as a trickle of sweat ran between the swell of her breasts .

Unhooking her ankles, Emma let her legs fall to the sides as she slid her hands down his rippling back and gripped his smooth, clenching buttocks. With handfuls of firm, undulating muscle, she pulled him into her as deep as he could go. Feeling a tightening of his own, Jack’s thrusts grew more demanding until eventually she felt his body stiffen above her. With her body being pummelled into the bed, her ample breasts undulated with each ebb and flow; a few final, forceful thrusts signalled the end as a groan of pleasure escaped his lips.

As Emma’s own orgasm burst to life and she reached the point of no return, a low growl from Jack tipped her over the edge into the abyss of sexual cataclysm. Every muscle in her body tensed as she arched her back, mashing her breasts against Jack’s firm chest. A torrent of come rose from his heavy balls, up through his cock and erupted into her aching pussy as he came inside her. His pulsing shaft twitched again and again, filling her until it leaked out around his width and began to trickle from her.

The wet heat of his come pooled inside of her felt excruciatingly good as the shudders of his dying orgasm rippled against her naked body. When not a single more ounce of strength remained, he collapsed on top of her as she released a trembling breath, his muscular torso, hot and glistening with the sweat of their sexual exertions pressed down heavily on her delicate frame.

Breathing raggedly against each other, the heat of their worn bodies feeling like an inferno, Emma rolled over on top of Jack as his spent cock slipped from her plundered crevice. Straddling his hips, she began to kiss him, tasting the lustful cocktail of their coupling on his lips; savouring the aroma of her own juices paired with the saltiness of his sweat.

Whispering now in a soft voice, she confided, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, Jack.” A tender crease of a smile touched his lips as he stroked her hair softly.

“I’ve wanted you too. You’re a beautiful woman, Em. I can’t believe it has taken us this long.”

Kissing him passionately, her tongue wrestling with his, she stopped as suddenly as she had started and asked, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“No. What?”

Feeling empowered and like a completely new woman, she leant down and whispered quietly in his ear, “We have a lot of catching up to do.” Laughing, Jack slapped her ass as Emma giggled girlishly.

She sat up a little straighter and softly placed the tip of her right finger on his forehead, running it slowly down the length of his nose and over his lips. “Now that you’re my man,” she began, continuing down over the crest of his stubbled chin and slowly over his throat, “I guess I can do whatever I want with you. Right?”

Subconsciously licking his lips, Jack nodded his head as Emma’s finger continued to trace a scintillating path on his skin. She ran her finger slowly around one of his nipples then, shuffling lower down his body, traced the outline of his defined six-pack. Forcing his legs apart with her knees, she slid her smooth body down between his legs and rested her arms on this thighs. Taking his soft, come-slicked cock in her hand, she slowly licked up the entire length, feeling as it already began to grow.

Slipping the head into her mouth, she sucked, running her tongue around the ridge and tasting him for the first time. Teasing and playing with her new toy, Emma wrapped her tongue deftly around the head and swirled it in circles as his erection returned in full. She watched with no small amount of self satisfaction as Jack’s lips parted and his eyes closed. Cupping his balls with her other hand and squeezing gently, she whispered to him, “Tell me how much you want me to suck your cock right now.”

“Oh fuck, yes! More than anything, Em,” he moaned.

Taking his now hard length in her hand and jerking him off slowly, a thought occurred to her. “You know what? This is going to sound really kinky but, I wish we’d filmed that.”

Lifting his head from the pillow and looking down at Emma’s lithe, naked form stretched out between his legs and his stiff cock in her hand, he replied with a big smile on his face, “You do?”

Looking up into his eyes, she was about to reply when she saw the daft grin plastered across his face.

“What?” she asked him.

His gaze subtly shifted from Emma, to the desk in the corner of the room. As she noticed, her eyes followed to see what he was staring at. There, sat on the desk with a little red LED light blinking on the front, was Jack’s brand new camera. It took a second for her post-orgasmic brain to work out what she was looking at but when it did, her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open as she turned back to him.

“You didn’t!” she exclaimed, a huge smile spreading across her lips.

Jack grinned, flashing his perfect white teeth and with a glint of mischief in his eye, replied, “High definition.”