Stevie was frantically trying to free her hands, causing red bruising from the cuffs on her wrists; they were dangerously close to bleeding. Don’s hands grasped her ass hard as he continued his journey between her thighs and began licking deeper into her. Her moans urged him on.
He stood up behind Stevie and rested one hand on her butt, playfully slapping it. He undid his pants and pulled them off with his underwear. She looked back but couldn’t see him. Her body was leaning over and she looked down the length of her frame, beyond her dangling breasts and between her legs, and saw him stepping up behind her. He was stiff.
Don grabbed his dick, laid it on the cheeks of her ass, and slowly dragged it along the crease. Stevie’s knees buckled and she shook her ass, trying to make him stop.
“Damn it, stop doing that. I want you,” she demanded.
“Oh, is that so?” Don teased. “Tell me what you want.”
“To be blunt, I want you to fuck me, you idiot.”
Looking down again she saw Don bend his knees and position his hard cock against her pussy. The tip was seeping a little fluid. Stevie pushed her ass out trying to get it angled right to enter her. Her eyes gleamed and her insides warmed as she saw and felt him disappear into her. His hands grasped her hips, and he pushed hard against them while pulling her torso toward him. He stopped when he was fully inside her pussy. The heated, slippery flesh made him breathe deeply. He felt a loosening as he slowly began to stroke within her.
Stevie raised one leg up and felt the friction of his cock rub against the base of her clit. Oh, how she wanted to use her hands, but her confinement was her aphrodisiac. The cuffs seemed to cut deeper as Don drove harder and deeper into her. The slapping sound of her ass hitting his abdomen echoed through the cabin. Again and again he plunged himself into her, digging his fingers into her flesh as he groped at her. Utterly blissful, she didn’t notice when her wrists started to bleed.
He reached for her back and forced her to lean farther over and then he thrust into her with such desperate fury that his breath quivered and quickened. Don’s body was dripping with sweat from the raging fire in the cabin and the raging fire in his body. Stevie’s body was tensing as she grabbed the center post and started to convulse.
“Oh, fuck! I’m cumming! Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
It was too much for him to take. He felt himself erupt inside of her. Stevie came as Don thrust into her harder and harder again. As he flooded Stevie with his juices, his head felt as burning hot as if he were on fire.
In fact, he was on fire.
An ember from the fire had popped out and flew onto the carpet. And as it burned, another one had popped onto Don’s hair and was starting to flame. Just then the door burst open. Something wet doused Don’s head and more doused the burning carpet.
Dumbfounded, Don stood there. Dangling, naked, and wet, Stevie was helplessly handcuffed to the center post. The man laughed and his wife looked understandably shocked.
“Isn’t that the woman from the movie you showed me?” the woman asked.
“Boy, I tell ya, you two just can’t stay out of trouble. First on the highway in broad daylight, now in my cabin while starting a fire. What do you do for an encore?”
Turns out it was the same policeman who’d ticketed them on the highway. He’d come to the cabin with his wife for the weekend, but a reservation error had already put Stevie and Don there.
The Work Party (Peter and Susan Part 1)
The annual Christmas party was this evening, and Peter decided to dress up real nice to see if he could make a positive impression on the higher-ups. When he arrived, the room was full of co-workers and upper management mingling. A few couples were dancing. He stepped up to the bar and ordered a Bacardi 151 and Coke to wet his whistle and help him relax. After five drinks and some terrible hors d’oeuvres, he sat alone in the corner, buzzed.
“Are you having a good time?” said a lovely voice behind him.
Susan walked up next to Peter smiled down at him. She looked stunning in a short, fitted, black crepe, column gown that accentuated her petite frame. The lace back showed her slightly tanned skin.
“I hate these parties. Everyone is always so interested in kissing ass that they don’t have any fun,” Susan said as she walked up next to Peter.
Peter laughed and noticed a pleasant fragrance. As he breathed in, he remembered it. “You still wear that same perfume, don’t you?” Peter said.
Susan smiled and hid her face with her hand, a little embarrassed. “Yes it is. I didn’t think you’d remember.”
Peter sat there next to her, watching the people as they talked and danced. He looked over at Susan, looked at the shape of her body and the curves of her features, the sloping shape of the neck. She stood tall and pulled her shoulders back, making her chest stand out proudly, like a woman with confidence. Peter was gazing so intently at her that Susan could feel his eyes. Her scent and appearance caused him to reach out to touch her. The moment he touched her side, she quivered. Peter was enthralled by the way his touch affected her, so he continued. He slowly stroked her side and then moved his hand down to her ass. She moaned quietly.
The darkness created by the dim lights made their corner almost invisible to the others. Peter looked at the front of her dress and could see her nipples harden and poke out through the fabric. As he ran his left hand down the back of her leg, he felt heat and a slight wetness. Damn, she was on fire!
Susan moved her right leg forward a little and opened her legs ever so slightly. With this clue Peter slid his hand up under the back of her dress to find she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He slipped his fingers around her thigh and moved his hand against her wet, hot labia. The juice almost ran down his hand as he moved it back and forth. He dragged his thumb along the back of her thigh where her ass joined her leg. Her incredibly firm ass tightened when he touched it and her legs went weak. She dropped her purse and reached down to hold his shoulder when he inserted his index finger into her wanton pussy. He rotated his wrist and cupped her entire swelling pubis in his hand. Then he slid his finger deeper into her, grabbing her crotch harder in his hand. His hand was almost overcome by the flow of her juices. Peter pulled his hand away and put it to his mouth to suck each finger one by one.
Susan bent down to pick up her purse and gave him a full shot of her ass and hot, sh
aved muff. She grabbed his knee and slid her hand up to his crotch as she slowly stood up. Holding tight to his rock hard manhood, she leaned over to say, “Let’s get out of here,” into his ear. She bit the bottom of his lobe and ran her tongue along it. His slacks couldn’t conceal his erection so he took off his jacket and held it in front of him.
They left the party separately so it wouldn’t be obvious that they were leaving together. Peter looked into the lobby outside the restaurant to see Susan in front of the elevator. The bell rang and he jogged up to catch the elevator with her. He laughed when he got there, and she turned and looked at him with a nasty grin and suggestive laugh.