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“Pre-Game Gangbang” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story inspired by the ongoing NCAA Basketball Tournament. Some use this major sporting event to fill out brackets. Some use it as inspiration for an extra-sexy story. I think it’s fairly obvious which one I am. Enjoy!

“Today’s the day,” said an excited and eager Michelle Russell, “the first game of the tournament with what might be our best team in years.”

It was a sentiment that more than one person had expressed in the halls of Champions Arena, the home of the Northside Stallions basketball team. For years, the name of that arena had been fodder for jokes and irony. It wasn’t that long ago that Northside’s basketball team was an afterthought at best. Michelle knew better than most and not just because her father had once been a star point guard on the team.

Unlike other girls in her neighborhood, she ate, slept, and breathed sports. Her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather had all been star athletes. Both her brothers were aspiring athletes. Her mother was a sports doctor who worked with athletes and both her aunts worked for major college athletics programs. Some girls got doll houses and princess costumes as kids. She got uniforms and team banners. Instead of bedtime stories, her father recounted famous championship games from Northside and the NBA.

Michelle’s love of sports, especially basketball, set her apart from her peers. However, her passion for sports and the athletes that played them ran much deeper. For her, it wasn’t just about glory, winning, and championships. In its purest form, it brought out the best in people and that didn’t just resonate with her. It kindled a special kind of passion that she hoped to exercise before Champions Arena filled up with fans later that evening.

At the moment, the facility was largely vacant, populated mostly by maintenance crew and assistant coaches. The Stallions were scheduled for one last practice before the game. Officially, they weren’t even supposed to arrive for another couple hours. Unofficially, though, they had arrived early for a very different kind of practice.

“Trust the players to do their part, but assume they always need some extra motivation,” Michelle said under her breath, echoing the words of her father.

That mantra had been the cornerstone of her father’s approach to coaching. He’d refined it by training her older brothers, who went onto become star college athletes. He’d kept refining it as a coach in a local semi-pro league. He prided himself on his ability to find new ways to motivate athletes. Michelle, who aspired to find her place in the world of sports one day, had uncovered a way of her own that seemed to coincide with the Stallion’s rise to prominence.

Having slipped into the arena through a back entrance, courtesy of a key she’d managed to borrow from the equipment manager, she made her way through the underbelly of the facility until she arrived at the entrance to the locker room. The lights were on. Someone was clearly inside and during off-hours, no less.

Grinning to herself, Michelle adjusted her dress before entering. She didn’t wear dresses very often, but when she did, she made it a point to choose those that were low-cut, tight-fitting, and revealing to a point where even a cheerleader’s outfit seemed modest. She also wore extra make-up, including balm that made her lips extra soft and blush that made her skin extra smooth.

“I’m so ready for a championship!” Michelle said, her heart already racing, along with other parts of her body.

She then entered the locker room, making sure the clacking of her heels let everyone know she had arrived. Upon turning the corner, she saw what she hoped were future champions of the tournament – the 15 tall, athletic young men who made up the Northside Stallions. They’d come from various backgrounds, but they all had the appearance and poise of real athletes. They just needed to prove they were champions.

“Whoa!” said the starting center, whose rebound percentage was on a record pace.

“And here I was thinking I’d need extra coffee to wake up,” said the back-up point guard who’d been getting more playing time in recent weeks.

Michelle smiled at their reaction. They all stood up at her arrival. It looked as though they’d been waiting anxiously. She suspected some – namely, the rookies on the team – were skeptical that she would show up. Her arrival, along with the revealing dress she wore, proved that she’d been serious. All those rumors that former players had probably told them were very true.

“Good morning, you aspiring champions,” Michelle greeted. “You’re all looking restless and eager today. That’s a good thing. You’ve got a big game ahead of you.”

“No need to remind us,” said the small forward whose defense had been inconsistent for the past eight games. “Everyone in town has been reminding us all week.”

“Then, I won’t repeat it. You all know what’s at stake. You’ve all worked hard to get to this point. You know what the recent history of the Stallions has been. Four years ago, this team could barely qualify for financial aid, let alone a tournament. Then, three years ago, my father’s former teammate took over as coach. A year after that, I enrolled in this school. While your coach has certainly done his part, I’ve tried to do mine as well.”

Her voice took on a serious, but sensual undertone. Like basketball royalty, she casually strode into the center of the locker room, the clicking of her heels echoing within the confined, but well-lit area. Each player had already changed into their uniforms, most likely in anticipation of their practice later on. Some were in just their shorts. They already knew what to expect and why their championship hopes hinged on her.

“You’ve worked hard all season, putting in the time, effort, and grit to achieve more than most athletes dream of. Your coaches have given you plenty of motivation,” Michelle said to them. “However, I intend to give you something every bit as important…something that can be the difference between contenders and champions.”

“Yeah, and what might that be?” asked one of the shooting guards from last season, as though he didn’t already know.

“Incentive!” Michelle said intently.

With a look in her eyes that could inspire any champion, the young woman casually tossed aside her purse, kicked off her heels, and unzipped her tight-fitting dress. She watched with a mix of amusement and excitement as the eyes of the athletic men widened such a sight. Their eyes only got wider as she sensually slid the dress down her voluptuous body, revealing that she hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties.

Now completely naked, surrounded by 15 of the most gifted athletes in the state, she casually walked around under the fluorescent lighting, letting each man take in the sight of her naked body. She’d done her share of game-planning earlier that morning, washing and grooming herself to be both desirable and worthy of champions. Based on their reactions, she’d already won in her own right.

“Damn, that’s one sexy incentive!” said the backup center, whose gaze narrowed on her heart-shaped ass.

“And here I was thinking we’d be running more training drills,” said the rookie power forward.

“If you think that’s hot, you should’ve seen what she wore last year,” said the starting power forward, already licking his lips intently.

“Wait…this happened last year?”

“And that team made it all the way to the semi-finals,” Michelle pointed out. “I believe you guys can go even further. That’s why I’m pulling out all the stops this time.”

While the team of young men gawked over her naked body, Michelle retrieved a towel from a nearby bench and laid it out on the tiled floor in the center of the dressing area. Then, still in full view of the handsome athletes, she laid down atop the towel and began playfully fondling her pussy.

“I’ve always had a thing for athletes,” she told them. “Some girls touch themselves to pictures of boy bands and handsome actors. I touch myself to highlight reels of star players.”

“I never want that image to leave my brain…ever,” said the power forward, his eyes already focused on her perfectly-groomed pussy.

“After I started filling out bras and thongs, I learned to be less selfish with my kinks,” Michelle went on. “I felt I do more for aspiring champions besides cheer them on. I could do things for them that give them reasons for pushing their limits…good, memorable reasons that will follow them on and off the court.”

As Michelle recounted how she’d learned to help aspiring athletes, she touched herself more vigorously, revealing to the 15 young men the extent of her kink. Athletes turned her on. However, potential champions made her so hot she could barely contain herself.

Her arousal was already escalating. She also noticed some of the players getting aroused as well. Some had raging boners growing in their shorts. Others tried to hide it, but failed miserably. They were in the presence of a naked, horny women in heat around a team of determined young men. On a primal level, her lurid game plan was already in place.

“Here’s what I’m offering,” she said to the young men watching her. “Fuck me. All of you…however you want and as much as you want…fuck me hard. No restrictions. No rules. Stick in any hole in any position. Hump me as hard or as slow as you want. Do it as many times as you want. Come in me. Come on me. Take turns or just flat out gangbang me. You have my full permission to do it all!”

“I know I just heard her say it. I still can’t believe it,” said the rookie small forward.

“Believe it,” said the starting center. “She was even more direct about it last year.”

“I haven’t forgotten. How could any man with a functioning dick forget?” said the starting point guard, who was already stroking the bulge in his shorts.

Some of the rookies were still overwhelmed, the prospect of a beautiful woman offering herself to them the day of the tournament. Michelle had come to expect that reaction. Some just didn’t believe that a team would be that dedicated to helping the team win. Many of the men had probably received their share of attention from beautiful women. She doubted any of them had been as forthright as her.

While some of the veteran players were already loosening their shorts, Michelle turned over and got on all fours, her butt and pussy now prominently pointing towards several players. She was already fully aroused and eager to help the team in her own sexy way. If it also meant having hot, reckless sex with a bunch of well-endowed athletes, then that was just a nice bonus.

“So what are you waiting for?” Michelle said, slapping her ass and shaking her hips to further goad them. “I’m naked, I’m horny, I’m clean, and I’m on birth control. Before you play like champions, show me you can fuck like one!”

“Well, the coach always tells us to show before we gloat,” said the starting power forward.

Whereas some remained reluctant, probably wondering if they had stumbled into some sort of sexy dream, the veteran players went to work proving themselves. The starting power forward and the center, who happened to be captains, made the first move.

Shooting up from the bench, they shed their shorts and boxers, revealing their fully-erect endowments. Michelle gazed up at them hungrily. They had the size of champions, but whether or not they could use them remained to be seen and they looked eager to proof themselves.

“I’ll start with a little head,” said the point guard.

“I’m got the pussy!” said the center. “God I missed this hot, tight pussy!”

The center arrived first, grabbing hold of her hips, positioning himself behind her, and thrusting his rigid dick into her folds in a single thrust. He was a big, athletic young man, stretching her inner muscles to the utmost. That sudden surge of hard penetration sent her into a sensual frenzy, one that turned her athletic kink into real, raw sensations.

“Ooh yes!” Michelle cried out into the confined locker room. “That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me with that big, hard, championship-caliber dick!”

“If you like that one, then taste this!” said the point guard in front of her.

Just as the center pumping her pussy with his hard, athletic flesh, the equally-endowed man in front of her shoved his cock into her mouth. Instinctively, Michelle began sucking on it as though it were her favorite treat. It muffled her moans, which were quickly replaced with the pleasured grunts of the two men.

“She’s really doing it. She’s taking it from both ends,” said the rookie point guard in awe.

“I’m seeing it. I’m still waiting to see if I haven’t just stumbled into some crazy porno,” said one of the backup shooting guards.

“Wait all you want. I sure as hell ain’t!” said the starting shooting guard as he got up and took off his shorts. “She wants to take all this Stallion dick? Then, that’s what we’ll give her!”

The shock and awe of a beautiful woman offering herself finally wore off. More of the men got up from their seats, took off their clothes, and gathered around to watch the lurid show unfold. Some already had their dicks in their hands, stroking them to either get hard or stay hard. Looking around, seeing their lustful gaze upon her, sent Michelle into sexual frenzy.

“Mmm! That’s it, guys!” she said, as she stopped sucking the point guard’s dick briefly so she could stroke it. “Get those dicks out and get them ready! I want to taste every fucking one of them!”

“Less talking, more sucking!” said the point guard.

He shoved his dick back into her mouth, which Michelle eagerly resumed sucking. Some of his teammates began waving their dicks in her face in anticipation. In a further show of her drive, she reached out and stroked them, demonstrating that she could be a team player as well.

The sucking, stroking, and humping continued. Michelle quickly found herself on the brink of orgasm. The sight of so many hot, athletic men and feeling of their dicks inside flooded her with hot sensations that rapidly escalated. When she crossed that threshold and entered that blissful world, she arched her body and let out a muffled moan that somehow echoed over her moan.

“Damn! Did she just come already?” said one of the power forwards.

“She…she definitely did!” said the center still fucking her pussy. “Fuck, it’s so tight! It’s gonna…make me…come!”

Before the imposing star player could say another word, he firmly squeezed her hips and let out a deep grunt as he got his released. Even as her body shuddered from her first orgasm, Michelle could feel his member throbbing inside her as he shot a thick load of fluid up into her depths. It was so hot, his cum mixing with hers. That feeling of a strong, athletic man fucking her so thoroughly made Michelle feel like a champion in her own right. Like any true competitor, though, it left her wanting more.

“Out of the way, bro! Make room for the next champ!” said the starting power forward, shoving the center aside as soon as he pulled out of her.

“Hey! Who said you get the pussy next?” barked his backup.

“Easy, studs,” Michelle assured with two dicks in her hands. “There’s plenty of pussy to go around. I want to feel every one of your dicks inside me!”

That helped temper the growing restlessness among the young men. Some were more eager than others to indulge in her sex, still holding their rock-hard dicks and seething with lust as they gazed at her naked body. Michelle had every intention of making good on her word. Skilled athletes had to push their endurance all the time. In her efforts to incentivize them, she could do no less.

The starting power forward pumped her pussy as hard as his teammate. He also threw in a reach-around, grabbing her swaying breasts as he rocked her body with each thrust. The three athletic studs in front of her kept shoving their dicks in her face. She soon began alternating between sucking and stroking them. Before long, the point guard who’d been the first in line to receive one of her blowjobs was ready to blow his load as well.

“Oohhh fuck, I’m coming!” the tall young athlete grunted.

With his dick still halfway in her mouth and her body still rocking from the humping she received from behind, he the point guard clutched the side of her head and let out a deep moan as he released his load right into her mouth. She still had two dicks in both hands, but that didn’t stop her from licking up every last drop of his cum. She treated it like excess frosting on her favorite desert, flashing his horny teammates a seductive gaze, if only to help them keep their dicks hard.

“Mmm…championship cum,” Michelle purred. “I love it! Who wants to give me more?”

“I do!” said the backup power forward.

“Hurry it up, man! I ain’t been laid all season and I gotta bust a nut soon!” said a backup short forward.

She barely had a chance to rest her jaw before one of the athletic studs in front of her shoved a fresh dick back into her mouth. Without hesitation, she resumed sucking. If anything, she sucked with more urgency. Between a hard, rigid cock in her mouth and another slithering vigorously in her pussy, Michelle was in a sea of ecstasy, surrounded by the kind of men that evoked in her the greatest passion.

“More! Ooh give me more Stallion dick!” Michelle demanded.

The eager men of the Northside Stallions gladly obliged, cheering each other on as they indulged in her decadent passions. She kept getting fucked from behind, her body rocking harder with each thrust. There was no more hesitation or shock at that point. It was a full-fledged gangbang – a unique team-building exercise, of sorts – and Michelle was at the center of it all.

After a good round of humping and sucking, she climaxed again, letting out another blissful cry that filled the locker room. The one fucking her pussy and the one receiving oral sex from her climaxed shortly after, filling depths with more cum at both ends. Before she even milked them dry, others fought their way to the front of the line and kept the gangbang going. It inspired even more cheers and encouraged the talented athletes to step up their game.

At one point, one of the players flipped her over so that she was lying on her back, gazing up at the crowd of horny young men surrounding her, drooling lustfully over her naked body. While in that position, one of the players – she couldn’t even tell who – pushed her legs apart, got on top of her, and began fucking her.

As the athletic stud on top humped her hard, she felt her breasts bounce to the rhythm, encouraging several men to reach in and caress them. Michelle had always enjoyed that, especially when someone pinched her nipples. Her high-pitched squeals of joy soon echoed over their cheers. Some still hovered near her head, trying to get in position to receive oral sex. Michelle showed off her flexibility by accommodating them as much as she could.

“Mmm…that’s it, studs. Touch me. Enjoy me. I love it!” she proclaimed. “Hell, if you can’t hold your load, let it out! I don’t mind!”

“Fuck, yeah! I was hoping she’d say that,” said one of the backup centers.

Right on cue, the well-endowed athlete who had only recently transferred to Northside blew his load right onto her breasts. Upon feeling that thick, salty fluid on her naked skin, mixing with the thick layer of sweat she’d built up, she playfully spread it around and cast the other men bearing throbbing erections an encouraging gaze.

“That…is so hot,” said one of the power forwards.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer!” said another.

More loads followed, streaks of male fluid splattering onto her breasts and face. More cheers followed, along with another orgasm for her. The men might have been getting off on her athlete fetish, but she was already way ahead on the proverbial scoreboard.

“Ooh yeah! You made me come again,” she said the eager young men. “Keep it up! I want more. I know you do too.”

They didn’t bother arguing. They just kept the gangbang going, showing a surprising amount of teamwork in the process. That boded well for their chances in the game.

Michelle remained on her back for a while, letting a few more aspiring athletes fuck her missionary style. She came a few more times, having long since lost track. They soon mixed things up even more while showing off their athletic skills, in the process.

One of the team’s shorter, but heavily-muscled power forwards actually lifted her up off the floor, held her up in his arms, and bounced her up and down his dick in a show of strength. That drove Michelle wild in all the right ways. She even used that as an opportunity to show off her flexibility, leaning back and kissing some of the men behind her.

“Yes! So…so strong!” Michelle exclaimed.

“So…so flexible!” the stocky man fucking her grunted.

She kept bouncing up and down his dick for a good long while. After humping her to a fresh climax, the other teammates who’d been waiting patiently and restlessly got their chance as well. Michelle made it a point to reward them for waiting so long and staying so hard.

“You…on your back!” she said, pointing at one of the small forwards.

The small forward, who’d been more shy than his teammates, did as she asked without question. Then, as soon as the man holding her up let her go, she got on top of him, straddled his waist, and plunged her pussy down onto his waiting cock. She then began riding him cowgirl style, demonstrating that she could hump as well as any athlete. However, she wasn’t content with just riding a handsome stud.

“You,” she said, pointing to another small forward, “you’ve been patient. Stick it in my ass!”

“Are…are you sure?” he asked.

“Fuck yes!” Michelle exclaimed. “I lubed up before I got here. Just do it! Fuck me my ass! I want to feel two cocks inside me!”

“Just when I thought this woman couldn’t get any kinkier,” said the starting center who’d gotten off first with her.

The small forward still hesitated, but with a raging boner in hand, followed her lurid requests along with his own burning lust. With the dick of the man under her still deep in her pussy, she bent over to make room for his teammate. He was careful with inserting his dick into her ass, showing that he was both an athlete and a gentleman. Having had her share of anal sex before, and with well-endowed athletes, Michelle accommodated his manhood with ease.

“Fuck, that’s tight!” the small forward grunted.

“Yes! I love it!” Michelle exclaimed. “Please…keep fucking me. Fuck my every hole.”

Taking her proclamation as seriously as an order from the coach, the two stud athletes demonstrated more teamwork as they began pumping their cocks into her tight holes. They were like a couple of well-oiled pistons, slithering within her and stimulating her deepest depths. It sent Michelle to new heights of ecstasy, sending her deeper into a wondrous daze that felt worthy of champions.

In that daze, her sense of time became obscure. She couldn’t tell how long the two small forwards double penetrated her. She just knew that at some point, she had another orgasm and shortly after that, they both climaxed inside her. After that, two more athletes took their spot. She couldn’t surmise who they were or which position they played. She just knew that someone helped her up briefly so that two more horny men could position themselves so that she was sandwiched between them.

More rounds of vigorous humping followed. As Michelle moaned through continued surges of pleasure, a couple of other teammates got in front of her to receive oral sex. Again, she gladly obliged, completing the trifecta the gangbang trifecta. She had a dick in her vagina, another in her ass, and one in her mouth. It pushed her body, mind, and desires to the utmost. Like any other athlete who pushed themselves, she rose to the challenge.

After a few rounds of multiple penetration and multiple orgasms, Michelle was fairly certain she had fucked every member of the Northside Stallions at least once. She was also certain a few came in for seconds, their dicks getting hard again after watching the decadent spectacle unfold. It soon got to a point where the whole locker room reeked of sweat and sex. It was the kind of musk that reflected a unique kind of exertion and grit. It made for hot sex with multiple athletic men. Hopefully, it wasn’t too different from the musk of champions.

“I know I’ve said it way too many times, but damn!” said the starting center. “I ain’t ever won a championship before, but I hope it feels as good as this.”

“Hell, I’ll settle for half as good as this,” said the starting power forward.

“My ex-girlfriend used to withhold sex until we won,” said the backup point guard. “I’m starting to think she had it ass backwards.”

“I’m done thinking. Shit, I’ve never been more ready to win the whole tournament!”

That was exactly the reaction Michelle had been hoping for. In recent years, she’d come to expect it. That didn’t make it any less rewarding.

Eventually, she managed to satisfy all fifteen members of the Northside Stallions. After the final few team members shot their loads off, filling her pussy and ass with one last round of their cum, they pulled out and let out a content sigh. Michelle, now covered in a healthy layer of sweat and sexual fluids, remained on the floor, panting heavily and bathing in the afterglow.

Eventually, a couple of the athletes helped her up. They even were nice enough to give her some clean towels to clean herself up. Some athletes were pig-headed, but in Michelle’s experience, most of them were decent, honorable men who knew how to treat a woman…especially one who gave them so many sexy incentives.

While some of the players began getting dressed, she sat down on a nearby bench to collect herself. Parts of her were sore, which was to be expected. Her father once said that any athlete who wasn’t sore after a game wasn’t trying hard enough. She was convinced that she’d done her part. Judging by the way each man was lounging about, still naked and looking more relaxed than any athlete should on the day of a big game, they were just as convinced.

“I think it’s official. You guys are ready for the tournament!” said Michelle.

“I’ll say,” said the starting small forward. “You are a testament to our competitive spirit, Michelle.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever had this much incentive,” said the backup point guard.

“If you think that’s motivating, just wait until you see what I do for the MVP of the tournament,” she added.

“Why? What does the MVP get?” asked one of the starting strong forwards intently.

“Win the tournament and you’ll find out!” Michelle said seductively. “Trust me when I say it’s something worthy of any champion.”

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“Up Against The Wall” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story inspired by an incident involving a former roommate of mine and a significant dent in a wall that required an awkward conversation with the landlord. Once you read the story, you’ll understand why. Enjoy!

“So long, first apartment. I’ll miss you,” said Tyler Avery in a distant, but resigned tone.

“Technically, it’s a dorm room, Ty,” said Lindsey Bailey, his bemused girlfriend of the past two years.

“Call it whatever you want. It’ll always have a special place in my heart.”

“Despite the moldy showers and lousy heating?”

Especially because of the moldy showers and lousy heating.”

It might have been a strange sentiment to have, holding an undersized and unremarkable apartment in such high regard. Tyler certainly didn’t blame his girlfriend for being eager to move out the day after they graduated college. However, he couldn’t help but have some personal attachment to his first ever home away from home.

“This is where I finally grew into who I wanted to be,” Tyler said to himself. “I got to reinvent myself within these walls. I became someone I could never have been anywhere else.”

Walking through the now-empty dwelling, running his fingers along the cold white walls, Tyler recalled the man he’d been the day he first arrived as an overwhelmed freshman. He came from a small town where the idea of going to college was more a daydream than a realistic goal. The only reason he’d been able to attend was because he got a baseball scholarship. While that made him the envy of many back home, he was not the least bit prepared for what and who he would find.

Growing up, he had little say in his living situation. He’d grown up in a small house with three siblings. They shared a bedroom, a bathroom, and pretty much everything else. Nobody could ever claim that a particular space was their own. There just wasn’t enough of it to go around. Even his first baseball glove had previously belonged to his father. The idea of actually having a place to call his own seemed so radical at first.

Then, he arrived on campus and moved into his first place, a dorm building that catered specifically to student athletes. It was such a strange experience, living by himself after living with his family for so long. He remembered nights being so eerily quiet, so much so that he couldn’t sleep. It left him alone with his thoughts for hours on end, contemplating things he’d never thought about before.

In doing so, Tyler learned something about himself. The first thing he learned was that he needed to become his own person. The second was that he didn’t like living alone. That ultimately played a major role in how Lindsey entered his life.

“Remember the first night I invited you here?” Tyler pondered as he walked around the empty living room.

“Of course I do,” Lindsey said with a coy grin. “You tried to sound so confident, but failed in the most adorable way possible.”

“That’s because I was nowhere near as confident as my batting average, as the time,” he said. “I was still on my own, learning how to live my own life and make my own choices. Where I come from, you don’t get those kinds of choices.”

“It probably helped that you were a handsome young athlete,” she said, still standing in the foyer. “Guess that makes me lucky because you chose to share your life with me.”

“It wasn’t luck from my perspective. Being here, a star athlete on scholarship with his own place, I had a lot of choices thrown at me…including some very bad ones that could’ve taken me down a very nasty path.”

“You referring to that guy who tried to sell you Adderall your sophomore year? Or the cheerleader who offered to suck your dick for every home run you hit?”

“Among many others,” Tyler said, shaking his head in amazement at some of the choices he’d avoided. “You were the first I dared to let in…not just in terms of seeing my first place, but personally as well. I brought you here at a time when I knew I didn’t want to be alone, but I also knew I didn’t want to make the wrong choice.”

“And I’m glad I chose to go with you,” Lindsey said in a more serious tone, “and not just because this place was a step up from my dorm. I knew when I saw you that you were a good, but conflicted soul…the kind of soul you don’t expect to find in some hotshot athlete.”

“You think I’m a hotshot?” Tyler said with a snicker.

“No, I think you’re much more than that.”

Tyler smiled as he stood in the far corner of the living room, just next to the window that overlooked the campus courtyard. Lindsey walked over and joined him, standing next to him and pulling him into a light embrace. He welcomed the feeling. It also helped him recall just how much his life changed after he met her.

A lot of that change took place within the barren walls that now surrounded him. While Lindsey wasn’t the first girlfriend he’d ever had, she’d been the most impactful, by far. Unlike him, she’d come from a less isolated part of the state, having grown up in a less cramped household in which she had her own room, her own stuff, and her own place to grow. Being with her, even before he fell in love with her, taught him a lot about forging his own path.

Their romance did not happen all at once. In fact, she’d been dating someone else when they first met. Growing closer to her made getting together an easy transition, albeit one that got passionate very quickly. It made lonely nights less lonely and helped him envision life beyond simply escaping his isolated home town.

Then, there were all the intimate moments they’d shared together. Looking around, Tyler could point out all the places and circumstances in which they’d made love. Those were among his most cherished memories. Leaving them behind, despite knowing a better apartment awaited him and Lindsey, was bittersweet.

“You always were the sentimental type,” Lindsey told him. “It’s just one of the many things I love about you.”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her waist an affectionate squeeze. “You’ve always helped me keep things in perspective, Lindsey. You help me keep my feet on the ground, my ego in check, and my heart beating strong.”

“You don’t always make it easy on me, but you’ve always made it worth the effort.”

“And I want to keep doing that. I want to move forward in my life…a life I want to share with you.”

“Damn it, Tyler. Now you’re making me sentimental for this place too,” she said.

“Why shouldn’t it be? This was, after all, the place in which I chose to share my life with someone. For the first time, in a space I could call me own, I opened my heart and my front door to someone. I had no idea what to expect…whether I was making a mistake or setting myself up for heartache. In the end, that choice and this place gave me something precious…something I’ll always treasure, no matter where we live from here on out.”

Tyler hadn’t expected to get so emotional while standing in an empty apartment. Now, Lindsey was getting worked up too, burying her face in his shoulders to hide any tears she might have shed. She never hid them very well, but that didn’t stop Tyler from holding her close, resting his chin on her shoulder and reflecting on their looming future.

“I want to share that life too,” Lindsey told him. “I’m not used to thinking beyond my next class, my next job, or even my next rent payment, but I want to entertain the possibilities, damn it!”

“Glad I could affect your thinking as much as you affected mine,” said Tylor with loving grin.

“And to think, it all started here…in this unremarkable dorm with sub-par plumbing.”

“I know. Amazing, isn’t it?”

They shared a good laugh, their shared appreciation of his first apartment growing with every fond memory. Knowing their things were packed and a long drive to their new home awaited them, added more weight to those memories. While he looked forward to making new memories with Lindsey in another home, he intended to cherish the ones he’d made with her thus far.

Together, they lingered near the corner of the empty living room. He kept embracing Lindsey for as long as she needed. She didn’t often get emotional, but when she did, she often needed a little extra intimacy and Tyler was more than happy to provide it. After all, the intimacy they’d shared within the surrounding walls helped forge the intimate connection they now cherished.

Then, when it seemed the emotional venting had passed, Lindsey snaked her arms around his neck and locked her gaze with his. In the process, he saw her eyes take on a new intensity.

“Tyler,” she said to him.

“Yes, Lindsey?” he asked.

“Do me,” she said intently.

Tyler blinked a few times in astonishment, not certain of what he’d just heard. However, the look in her eyes indicated that she was dead serious.

“Right here…in this room…up against the wall,” she said, each word echoing with seductive subtext. “Do me!”

“Is this your idea of making one last fond memory of this place?” Tyler asked her.

“Can it just be because I really love you and I’m really horny right now?”

“Either way works for me!”

With a loving grin and renewed energy, Tyler kissed his wonderful girlfriend on the lips and deepened their intimate embrace. He didn’t bother trying to surmise what inspired her to want sex in an empty apartment. If making love to her was to be their last act within such familiar walls, then Tyler was more than happy to make the most of it.

Their lips entwined and their hands eagerly roaming, Tyler led his lover up against the wall just next to the window. It was somewhat dirty, but that didn’t dissuade Lindsey in the slightest. She still jumped up into his arms, threw her legs around her waist, and began pulling at his shirt.

“Off! Get it off!” she urged.

Tyler gladly obliged, shifting his torso so that she could pull his shirt up off over his head. He returned the favor by taking her shirt off too. She didn’t even mind when he threw it across the room. Their clothes were already dusty and dirty from moving their stuff out into the truck. Getting out of them for a while had more appeal than usual.

“You worked up quite a sweat,” Lindsey commented upon feeling his bare chest.

“I did,” he admitted. “Care to help me work up another?”

She answered by kissing him again and pawing his chest, further stoking his. Since the air conditioner had been turned off, they had even more incentive to get undressed.

Lindsey got out ahead of him, pushing her bra-straps to the side of her shoulders before slipping it off with ease. While Tyler quickly refocused his attention on her exposed breasts, she released her grip on him with her legs so that she could remove her pants. Before he knew it, she was down to a pair of white panties.

“Your turn,” she whispered into his ear seductively.

Before he had a chance to really enjoy her breasts, Lindsey dropped to her knees and undid his belt buckle. As soon as he was unlocked, she pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, freeing his rapidly-growing manhood from its confines. Before he even stepped out of his sneakers, she grasped his hardened member with both hands.

“Right here, next to this window, is where I gave you your first blowjob,” she told him while stroking his shaft. “We were on the couch, watching the World Series.”

“I remember. God, I remember so well,” Tyler said, already breathless.

“I’ll make sure you remember this too.”

Always a woman of her word, Lyndsey put her oral sex skills to good use. She once bragged she could suck a dick as well as he could hit an inside fastball. At the time, it was a hell of a claim, but she once again proved herself.

With perfect blend of passion and lust, she sucked along his masculine flesh, her soft lips and slithering tongue stimulating every nerve. Tyler had to lean against the nearby wall just to stay upright, moaning intently as she drew him into a state of complete arousal.

“Damn, that feels good!” he gasped. “Almost as good as when we did it in the kitchen…up against the fridge.”

“Mmm…almost?” Lindsey said, briefly gazing up from his lower body.

“Just giving us a reason to make this time really count.”

“And it’s a damn good reason.”

Still flexing her intimate skills, Lindsey gave his shaft one last lick before rising back up to her feet. From there, Tyler took charge. She’d given him so many wonderful experiences in the apartment. He was determined to give her something extra special.

“Up against the wall,” he said in a deep, manly tone.

She looked back at him with a captivated glance, as though he’d just triggered the most intense arousal she’d ever experienced. Lindsey once told him that her biggest turn-on was a man who seized initiative during sex. Being an athlete and a competitor, Tyler was in a better position than most to get her feminine juices flowing.

Grabbing her waist with his powerful arms, he turned his half-naked girlfriend around so that she was up against the wall, just as he’d said. From there, he grasped the sides of her panties and pulled them off, rendering her fully naked and giving him a perfect view of her heart-shaped butt.

True to her kinks, she was very wet. He could feel the heat radiating from her inner thighs, longing for his loving touch. Never one to deny his lover, he positioned himself behind her and aligned his body with hers.

“One last time…in this apartment…together,” Tyler said intently.

“Together,” Lindsey repeated.

In a single thrust, he entered her, his rigid member penetrating her moist depths. They each let out a passionate gasp as her inner muscles tightened around his flesh, entwining their bodies and evoking a surge of intimate sensations.

After taking in that hot, sensual feeling, the aspiring athlete tightened his grip on her waist and began moving his hips in a rhythmic manner. Like two missing souls finding one another, their fleshly union inspired a harmonious dance of sorts. In a symphony of intimate gasps, Lindsey raked her nails down barren wall while he rocked her world with every motion. In between the grunts and moans, he leaned forward and whispered affectionate musings into his ear.

“Here…we fell in love,” he told her. “Here…we made it real.”

Lindsey let out an especially vocal gasp, turning her head and kissing his lips as their naked bodies moved in a heated vigor. In the empty apartment, the echoes were louder. The sounds of their flesh banging together filled the area with a unique ambience, as if the apartment were cheering them on for one last intimate romp.

Never one to disappoint a cheering crowd, Tyler stepped up his passionate efforts. He made love to Lindsey with greater fervor and focus, pressing her body against the wall even more, her breasts mashing up against the cold surface. As the sensations flowed through them, escalating with each successive motion of passion, it affirmed the memories they’d shared in the apartment. It also reminded Tyler why he fell in love with her.

“Lindsey…so much,” he gasped, “love you…so much.”

“Oohhh Tyler! I love you too!” she exclaimed. “Please…take me.”

Once again heeding her amorous cries, Tyler used his leverage over her to reorient their bodies. In a perfect coordination of passion, he briefly withdrew from her depths, turned her around, and pinned her up against the wall like he had done earlier before their clothes came off. Just like before, his lover jumped his bone, throwing her legs around his waist. His hands now firmly on her hips, he lowered her back onto his dick and resumed their heated lovemaking.

Now facing his love, seeing the affection and ecstasy in her eyes, he caressed her face while she clung to his shoulders. With their bodies still moving at a fervent pace, their bodies grinding up and down the wall, he kissed her as he made a concerted push for greater ecstasy. The loud echoes, combined with so many fond memories, helped raise the stakes. It wasn’t just about having a good hump with his girlfriend. It was a celebration of how far they’d come.

“Lindsey…I’m close,” he told her.

“Me too, Tyler. Me too!” she gasped.

Having come to know his lover’s intimate proclivities, he did what he needed to do to carry her to the brink. When she was close, she liked it slow and thorough so that his manhood penetrated extra deep into her depths. All the lovemaking they’d done in the apartment had made him adept at bringing Lindsey to orgasm. Taking her to that special threshold one last time within such a special place was extra satisfying.

“Oohhh yes!” Lindsey cried out upon reaching that plateau.

At that moment, he used the leverage afforded by the wall to fully support her, watching in awe as her expression contorted to the ecstasy that followed. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the woman he loved consumed with such bliss, feeling her body shudder under the weight of the pleasure.

As he admired such beauty, he let that same weight overtake him as well. With a few more targeted thrusts, he crossed that special threshold as well, achieving a powerful release that send hot ripples of pleasure coursing through his body. The echoes in the empty apartment all seemed to converge around them, as if to cap off the life they’d build together within such sturdy walls.

“We did it, Lindsey. We did it,” he said breathlessly.

“Yes…we did,” she said through her orgasmic daze.

He wasn’t sure if she was referring to their sex or to how far their love had come. It really didn’t matter at that point. As their naked bodies radiated in the afterglow of shared euphoria, he withdrew his flesh from her and captured her lips in another loving kiss. She remained against the wall, their naked bodies glistening with sweat in the midday sun.

They had officially left their mark. Between the sweat that now clung to the walls and the smell of their sex permeating the empty apartment, it was safe to say that they had forged one last fond memory in his first true home.

“I’m going to miss this place even more, now,” Tyler said to her.

“I am too…carpet stains and all,” Lindsey said.

“We’ll make our new place even better,” he said confidently, “hopefully, with fewer stains and plumbing problems.”

“I can’t wait,” his love said with a beaming smile, “but before we unpack our things, let’s make sure the walls are just as sturdy!”

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“Pleasing You” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote while taking a shower one day. A lot sexy thoughts tend to happen in the shower, depending on the kind of day you’ve had. This one was simply sexy enough to inspire a story. Enjoy!

“Late, restless, and sore,” sighed Trevor Zander as he pulled into his driveway, “so what else is new?”

It had been yet another long day at the office. Again, Trevor got caught up with work that someone else should’ve done. Again, he had to be the one who picked up the slack because nobody else would. It was becoming too common, him pulling extra weight when others couldn’t. It wasn’t fair, but someone had to do it and he had to set the example.

It wasn’t fair, but it was still his responsibility. Ever since Trevor quit his comfortable desk job at an insurance company, his work/life balance had been erratic, to say the least. Ever since finishing college, he’d strived to be more than just some paper-pusher at someone else’s company. He wanted to star this own business, build his own legacy, and achieve his own goals. That meant putting in extra money, time, and effort. He just had no idea it could be so draining.

As he turned off his car and stared at the small house he could barely afford, Trevor considered staying in the car for the rest of the night. His wife, Rachel, deserved better. It was almost midnight and he’d promised that morning he would be home for dinner. The worst part of his day, by far, was when he had to call her that afternoon to let her know he had to break that promise.

It wasn’t the first time he’d gone back on his word, but it had been happening way too often lately. He’d kept making the same excuses. Breaking one minor promise helped him keep a much bigger promise he’d made the day they got married.

He told Rachel at the altar that he would give her a better life. He was going to start the business he’d been planning for since high school. He was going to rise above the poverty that had held his family back for years. He was going to give her and their future children every possible advantage. While he didn’t regret making that promise, he wished he’d thought it through.

“I’m a man of my word. I always have been,” he said distantly. “So why does it feel like I’m failing the woman I love?”

He wanted to bang his head against the steering wheel, if only to punish himself for breaking another promise. It didn’t matter that it was minor. He said he’d be home for dinner and he wasn’t. A lie was a lie, no matter the scale.

Now, it was almost midnight. For all he knew, she was fast asleep and he wouldn’t have a chance to apologize again. That was reason enough to hit himself upside the head, but that wouldn’t have made him feel less crappy.

“No excuses,” Trevor muttered. “You can beat yourself up all you want. You’ll never bury the excuses.”

That was something his father told him. He’d died several years ago, broken and in debt after working himself to the bone at a construction site. He was the one who encouraged Trevor to make something more of himself. So far, he couldn’t say he’d failed, but he couldn’t say he was succeeding either. The best he could do was prepare himself for more hard work and more broken promises.

“I’m sorry, dad. I’m sorry, Rachel,” he said under his breath. “At some point, I need to make those words matter.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to achieve that goal anytime soon, Trevor sighed to himself again and got out of the car. The restlessness seemed to follow him as he entered his darkened house, the only light coming from the living room.

There, he found his beautiful wife lying on the couch, fast asleep with the TV remote still in her hand. She must have been waiting for him. She was wearing those old sweatpants and oversized T-shirt she always wore when she needed to relax. She usually tried to be up, no matter how late he got home. He didn’t hold it against her, but at least she never made a promise she couldn’t keep.

“Good night, my love,” he said. “At least one of us should get a peaceful night’s sleep. You deserve it.”

Casting her an affectionate smile, Trevor kissed her on the forehead before covering her with a light blanket. She barely stirred from his gentle touch. Being the heavy sleeper she was, he wasn’t worried about waking her.

Content to let his wife sleep peacefully, he made his way upstairs where he stripped out of his work clothes and made his way into the bathroom. He couldn’t keep his promise to be home in time for dinner, but he could still make it so he didn’t smell like copier ink in the morning. Having not had time to shower that morning, he needed something to help him relax, even if he didn’t deserve it.

“It’s got to get easier,” he said to himself as he waited for the water to warm up. “This can’t keep being the least stressful part of my day.”

His nerves still frayed and his mind still racing, Trevor entered the shower and began rinsing himself off. The hot torrent of water helped soothe some soreness he’d been feeling all afternoon, but that was the most he could hope for. He was too restless to sleep and he had another long day ahead of him tomorrow so chances were that harder days awaited him.

“This time, I won’t make promises I can’t keep,” Trevor told himself. “No more excuses…especially to the people I love.”

He kept telling himself that as he stood under the hot stream of water, letting it wash away the frustrations and rigors. He wasn’t sure if he would even try to sleep. Maybe he was better off just doing some work from home to get a head start on the next day, which already seemed so daunting.

As he contemplated that prospect, though, he heard the bathroom door open. Then, through the fogged up glass of the shower, he saw a familiar figure approach.

“Rachel?” Trevor called out. “Is that you?”

“Of course, my love,” replied that sweet, caring voice he knew so well. “Who else would be here for you this late?”

Before he could ask another question, the shower door opened. Sure enough, it was Rachel, wide awake and with a loving smile on her face. He was so taken aback that he almost forgot he was naked and looking right at her.

“Looks like you had another rough day,” Rachel said. “Hell, you’ve been having a lot of those lately. And I feel like I can do more to help.”

Then, that loving smile never leaving her face, she took off her clothes. Even though Trevor had even her naked many times before, watching the woman he loved strip was still a sight to behold. He was at such a loss for words that he barely moved when she entered the shower with him.

“Scoot,” she said. “There’s plenty of room for both of us.”

“I know,” said Trevor, “but…”

“No buts,” she said, silencing him with a finger to the lips. “I know it’s late. I know you’re overworked and over-stressed. That’s exactly why you need this…why we need this.”

Trevor wasn’t about to argue with a beautiful naked woman. He was more than happy to make some room for Rachel, who hadn’t been fast asleep after all. He was all too eager to enter her loving embrace, their naked bodies coming together in an almost desperate need for love and comfort. With the hot water still cascading down between them, he finally felt some semblance of relief.

“Are you going to at least let me say I’m sorry?” Trevor asked her as he held her in his powerful arms.

“You already did, remember?” Rachel reply.

“I know, but it’s worth saying again. I promised you I’d be home for dinner and I wasn’t. I keep trying to make time with you and things just keep getting in the way.”

“That’s bound to happen for someone trying to build his own business.”

“That’s not the point. What good is building something if you don’t even have a chance to share it? I’m not just doing this for me, remember? I’m doing this for us.”

“I know you are,” said Rachel, “and I love you for that. I also knew we were in for a lot of sleepless nights when I agreed to marry you…and I’m not just talking about our honeymoon.”

“Except that was sleepless for very different reasons,” he said with curt grin.

“But you’re not the only one who made big promises on our wedding day. I remember making a few of my own. And I’d like to keep one of them tonight while I have the chance.”

That sweet, caring tone in her voice made all stress from earlier melt away. Then, still standing in a naked wet embrace, she kissed him. It might have been the best possible remedy for such a long day. Tasting her lips while feeling her breasts press up against his chest was such a wonderful feeling. It helped remind him why he’d made such lofty promises to her in the first place.

For while, they just soaked it in, kissing and caressing one another under the steaming torrent of water. Rachel lovingly pawed his chest and back while he felt up her womanly curves, giving her butt some extra attention along the way. Despite all the stress he’d endured from a long day at work, his body still reacted to her sensual affections. He could already feel an arousal building between them.

Rachel must have felt it too because, as they kissed, her touching drifted down towards his lower body. Her hand soon made contact with his manhood, which was already semi-hard. Without saying another word, she broke the kiss and dropped to her knees.

“Rachel,” Trevor gasped as he felt his wife’s hand on his cock, “what are you doing?”

“Pleasing you,” was all she said.

That was all she needed to say. Still looking up at him with those loving eyes, she sensually licked her lips before taking his member into her mouth. It made his legs tremble, his knees almost buckling on the spot. Trevor had to hold onto the glossy walls of the shower for support, the sudden flood of sensations coursing through his body.

Rachel was skilled at a lot of things, but oral sex was one of her specialties. She knew just how he liked it, suckling his member with care and precision. She was so thorough, slithering her tongue along his manly length and squeezing the shaft with her firm grip. It was enough to divert the flow of blood in his body and refocus his thoughts on something other than work.

“Ooh Rachel!” Trevor moaned. “That’s just…what I need.”

That only encouraged her. With the water still falling around them, she sucked him harder, bobbing her head back and forth along his rigid length. Trevor soon found himself fully aroused and overwhelmed with desire. Looking at his wife, he no longer cared for broken promises or stressful nights. His only desire was to make love to her in the way she deserved.

“My love,” she said to him after giving his shaft one last lick, “I think you need something more.”

“So do you, my darling wife,” Trevor said with a grin, “so do you.”

Her eyes radiating a similar desire, she rose up from the shower floor. From there, Trevor took the initiative. Empowered with newfound passion and determined with renewed focus, he turned her around and pinned her up against the nearby wall so that her heart-shaped butt was pointed right at him. From there, lust and instinct took over.

Now positioned behind her, Trevor grabbed hold of her waist and aligned his rigid manhood with her wet entrance. He then delivered an intimate thrust, entering Rachel’s womanly depths. Gasps and moans quickly followed. Their flesh now united in a passionate harmony, they began moving together under the torrent of water.

“Oh Rachel!” Trevor moaned.

“Mmm…are you pleased, my love?” Rachel moaned in response.

“Ooh yeah!”

She’d really done it. Moments ago, he’d been so anxious and restless. Now, he’d joined her in a shared daze of passion. He honestly couldn’t imagine a better remedy for such a long day.

As their naked bodies moved to the steady pace of their lovemaking, he lovingly kissed down her neck, savoring the taste of her naked skin. Rachel loved having her neck teased. It always drove her wild during their intimate moments. It showed in the way she bucked her hips in accord with his every thrust, using the wall as leverage every step of the way.

As the intensity escalated, his hand found hers and their fingers interlocked. Rachel also turned her head at times so they could share a loving kiss, a gesture of love to balance an act of raw lust. It led to more heated movements. Aided by both intense arousal and the steamy environment of the shower, his manly flesh slithered effortlessly within her womanly depths. Just as she knew how to please him in his most stressful moments, he knew how to please her too.

“Rachel, I…I’m getting close,” Trevor whispered into her ear.

“Me too, Trevor. Me…too!” Rachel gasped. “Let’s…let’s do it together!”

“You please me. I please you. It’s only fair.”

It couldn’t have been more fitting, him returning the favor for her going out of her way. She was such a good woman. She deserved the best and Trevor was going to give it to her.

For the final push to ecstasy, he withdrew from her briefly and turned her around. He then pinned her up against the shower wall again, hitched her leg up over his arm, and entered her again. He made sure to be extra fervent with the pace of their lovemaking, locking eyes with his beautiful wife and caressing her face in preparation for the final moment. When it arrived, the look of joy on her face made every stressful day so worth it.

“Oohhhh Trevor!”

It was a sight to behold, his wife climaxing before his eyes. There was something extra special about it in the steamy ambiance of their shower. It made his own descent into ecstasy that much more satisfying.

In that moment, it all came together. She clung it him desperately as orgasmic bliss consumed her body. He held onto her as white hot pleasure surged through him, his manly flesh throbbing within her hot depths. A mixing of their juices coupled with intense sensations made for a harmonious culmination, one that felt as rewarding as keeping a promise.

“Trevor,” Rachel said, her face still awash with passion, “I still believe in you…in us.”

“Yeah…me too,” said Trevor breathlessly.

“You haven’t…broken your promises. You’re doing…your part. I want to do mine too.”

“You are, Rachel,” he said with a wide grin. “You most certainly are. And I won’t forget that again. I promise.”

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“Nina’s First Orgy” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote after hearing a few stories about people who had undergone major transformations after losing their faith and receiving sex therapy. Not all those transformations were as extreme as this one, but they made for some amazing stories. I hope this one is just as enjoyable.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Mrs. James?” said a concerned young woman.

“No,” said Nina plainly, “there’s no way I could ever be ready for this. But I don’t care. I’m doing this! And don’t call me Mrs. James.”

“Sorry, I was just trying…”

“I know what you’re trying to do. You can stop pretending I’m that frail. Mrs. Nina James was another person in another life. I’m trying to become someone else…someone who feels real.”

The Nina who said those words sounded very different from the Nina eight months, two weeks, and three days ago. The woman currently standing in front of the bathroom mirror at private club in the city might as well have been a total stranger. Compared to the woman formerly known as Nina James, she was the complete antithesis of the person in the reflection.

Not long ago, Nina James was the reserved, soft-spoken wife of a prominent businessman. Together, they lived in the same devoutly religious and very affluent community in which they’d grown up. She’d gone to a private school all her life while her husband was home-schooled by his rich, well-connected parents. In both cases, they’d been brought up with the same rigid piety that had defined their community for generations.

She was a good, virtuous woman of the faith, exercising restraint and modesty all her life.

He had been an upstanding, respected man of God, conducting himself as a man of high values and unflappable ethics.

“It was never real…not for a second,” Nina told her reflection, ignoring the worried look from the woman next to her.

On paper, theirs was a love blessed by angels. They were soul-mates, sharing the same devotion that everyone in their community had preached. She made it a point to do everything right, following all the rules that went with dating her future husband. She was so restrained, not even kissing him until he proposed. Every illicit urge or inclination was suppressed to the utmost.

Even on her wedding night, she’d exercised restraint. That fateful moment when she first gave herself to her husband was supposed to be the culmination of her devotion. However, it ended up being the first sign that she’d been living a lie and so had everyone around her.

“Well, if you’re ready,” the woman next to her said, “go ahead and take off your clothes. If you want, I can give you some panties that might…”

“No,” Nina said, cutting her off, “no panties…no stockings…no nothing. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to be totally naked.”

Still ignoring the concerned gaze of the woman next to her, Nina stripped out of black dress she’d worn to the club. It was modest, not showing off her breasts and not revealing anything above her knee-caps. It had once been the standard attire of Mrs. Nina James, reflecting her commitment to modesty. Taking it off was almost as liberating as changing her married name and escaping the lies that once dominated her life.

She didn’t even suspect such lies, although her wedding night offered her first clue. She’d been taught by parents, friends, and religious types that sex was going to be uncomfortable at first. It would take a while before it started feeling good. They never mentioned anything about being aroused, the female orgasm, or even the specifics of her own anatomy. She had to figure that out on her own, only to be told not to enjoy it too much because it was sinful.

Nina wished she could cuss out every person who’d told her that as she kicked off her shoes, undid her bra, and slid her panties down her legs. That left her fully nude in front of a full-bodied mirror, her legs, breasts, butt, and genitals feely exposed. Just looking at it and admiring it felt like an affront to every pious fraud in her community.

“I see you shaved,” the woman next to her said, her glace narrowing on her pelvis.

“I hear men like it clean-shaven,” Nina said, still acting like it was no big deal.

“Some do, but others prefer a little bush,” she said. “I maintain a landing strip, but if that helps you feel more comfortable…”

“I’m not doing this because I want to be comfortable. In fact, tonight is all about pursuing the exact opposite.”

That surprised the woman standing next to her, whose name Nina refused to remember. Wearing a fancy G-string thong and stiletto shoes, she’d clearly done what she was about to do many times before. She just wasn’t used to a first-timer being so eager.

If she knew even half of her story, she would understand. Beyond getting mixed and incomplete messages about her body, Nina had spent years of her life living a lie in a world she thought she knew. She genuinely believed her husband loved her. She even believed that the sex they had was normal and right. That all changed on one fateful day when she literally stumbled onto the truth.

“To hell with modesty and everything that came with it,” Nina said to her naked reflection.

That was blasphemy in the highest order, but it was totally warranted. That moment was still burned in her mind, visiting her husband at the office the day before his birthday. Instead of catching him tending to his family business, he caught him in the middle of a lurid act that involved two other women and a man.

At first, she was shocked. Then, she was disgusted. After she learned the truth, though, she became enraged.

“It’s time I stop hiding from my desires,” she said. “I want to…no, I need to know how wrong I was for so many years.”

The woman next to her remained silent. She was a “manager” at the private club, but not the kind associated with modest business activities. She and the club she helped operate worked in the same decadent world that she’d once abhorred.

That world had always been closer than she’d thought. After uncovering her husband’s activities, she found out that he’d been engaged in such debauchery for years. It wasn’t just with other women. He’d fooled around with men as well, behavior that he and everyone in the community deemed immoral.

She thought it was an anomaly and that the man she loved had simply descended into sin. She’d been taught all her life that sin could be cured with more piety. Then, Nina discovered that his behavior was no anomaly. It was distressingly normal.

Her husband wasn’t the only man who engaged in private debauchery. In fact, most of the men in his family engaged in similar activities, so much so that it was expected. If that weren’t bad enough, she learned that some of the women even helped, living secretly sinful lives of their own. They did all of that one day before telling a congregation of people the next on the value of chastity and reservation.

Nina decided, shortly after, that she could handle a crisis of faith. She could even handle people she thought she loved keeping secrets from her. However, she could not handle hypocrisy on that level. It led her to make a fateful choice, one that started with an ill-advised divorce and led her to a private club in a city far from her home town.

“Before you head out there, I want to disclose a few formal particulars,” the woman said.

“I already know every one of them,” Nina said.

“You’re still a newbie so I want to say them,” she continued. “Most of the men and women here are experienced. They’re screened, they’re clean, and they know the ground rules. If, at any point, you start to get uncomfortable, just say the safe word and we’ll step in. If there’s something you don’t want them to do, just say it outright and we’ll make sure they listen.”

“I understand, but I don’t intend to play it safe tonight. It’s an orgy, not a game of chess. Let every guy know they can fuck me every which way. They can touch any body part, come in every hole, and be as rough as they want with me.”

“That may be a lot for someone doing this for the first time.”

“Like I said, I don’t care,” Nina told her. “I paid the membership fee. I shaved my pussy. I even bought my own bottle of lube. I want this…all of it.”

She could tell the woman looking at her remained hesitant. Nina couldn’t blame her, but she’d already made up her mind. She was really going to do it. She was going to take part in an orgy and less than a year after her once-upstanding life fell apart, no less.

Some might call that an unhealthy overreaction for someone who’d just learned about the lies and hypocrisy that once filled her life. Those people might even be right, to some extent. Nina didn’t care if they were. She’d been such a good, virtuous woman all her life. Looking in the mirror, she realized just how much that woman failed to reflect her true self.

“In that case,” the woman said, “go on out into to den. I’ll officially designate you as a rainbow girl.”

“Is that the do-whatever-you-want-to-her label I paid for?” Nina asked.

“It is,” she said, “and I know it’s not my business, but whatever brought you here – however bad or weird it might have been – I hope you find what you’re looking for out there.”

Nina finally turned towards the older woman in the thong and stilettoes. She briefly shed her determined demeanor and offered a thankful nod. She appreciated her concern, but remained secure in her decision. If she was going to unleash all the decadence she’d repressed for so long, then she would go all out.

Leaving the woman behind with her concerns, Nina made her way towards the main entrance that separated the changing rooms from the main area of the private club. Other women wearing more elaborate attire, from crotch-less panties to theatrical masks, walked by as well. She was among the few who just went out completely naked, no attire, jewelry, or role to play. She was just a young, naked, horny woman looking to vent a lifetime of suppressed lust.

“Finally!” she said to herself. “It’s time to see what I’ve been missing.”

Nina, not looking back for a second, walked through the doors that were heavily guarded by private officers. From there, she entered a domain of unrepentant, unfiltered debauchery the likes of which she’d never encountered. She didn’t bother bracing herself, promising that she’d dive right into it without a shred of doubt. Even with such certainty, she was shocked.

“My God,” Nina gasped.

Her reaction felt ironic, given her past piety. If she had witnessed the sight before her a year ago, she would’ve have been aghast. Instead, she was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

The private club that she’d worked so hard to join – which included a screening process, a hefty fee, and host of other obstacles that only someone with plenty of money from a rich ex-husband – had given form and substance to the sin she once resisted. The facility itself had once been an upscale restaurant. It was now a fully-functioning club, complete with a bar, a DJ, colorful lights, and beaming music. However, the true action was in the center of the den, as they called it.

Amidst an elaborate array of cots, mini-beds, and love seats was a full-blown orgy. Dozens of people, almost all of them naked, were engaged in a wide array of sex acts. Women lay on the dirty floor with men on top of them, humping with reckless abandon. Men sat on various pieces of furniture with a woman in their lap, riding their dicks without restraint. Some women had two men fucking them simultaneously, being penetrated from behind while giving oral sex in front. A couple were even sandwiched between two men, one penetrating her pussy and the other penetrating her ass. Some men had two women on top of him, one riding his dick while other rode her face. There were even areas where two women went at it and others where men made out too.

It was a sea of naked bodies, moving and grinding together in a sweaty heap of flesh. All the while, a DJ – who also happened to be naked and receiving oral sex – played face-paced dance music that set the tone for the decadence. Some used it to set a fervent rhythm for their sexual depravity. Others just ignored it. Even over the noise, Nina could hear all the moans and grunts of so many lurid acts.

“Yes! Ohhh yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!”

“Oohhh yeah! Fuck, I love it! I fucking love to fuck!”

Those were just some of the vulgar proclamation of bliss that echoed from the heap of bodies. Every act that should’ve repulsed her lay bare before her, literally and figuratively. Instead of running away or gagging in disgust, she found it genuinely alluring, as well as very arousing.

“So much sex…so much sin,” Nina said distantly. “It’s beautiful.”

In admiring the sight before her, she affirmed what she’d already uncovered in the days after her lurid discovery. Everything she thought she knew about sex, sexuality, and her body had been a lie. What she saw wasn’t a manifestation of evil or temptation. It was an experience that she truly desired.

“Like what you see?” joked a half-naked man who walked by her.

“Yes,” Nina said distantly, “yes, I do.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for? Dive right in! Get that pretty little ass of yours some action!”

She reacted as though she’d just broken the chains that has kept her shackled to the lies of the past. The fraud, hypocrisy, and willful ignorance that so many back home had accepted finally released her from their grasp. With her heart pounding and her pussy in overdrive, she entered the sea of bodies and let the debauchery consume her.

“I’m here! This is my first orgy!” Nina shouted over the music.

Some nearby people cheered, a few of them in the midst of multiple orgasms. She closed her eyes and started dancing, moving in ways her parents and peers would’ve scorned back home. She shook her butt, swayed her hips, and played with her breasts. There was no modesty, whatsoever. Every inch of skin was there for all to see, admire, and lust over. It wasn’t long before some, mostly men, took notice.

She could feel their eyes on her. Some men were in between partners. Others had just arrived and sat off to the side, as if waiting for the opportunity to find the right lover. Some were older, middle-aged men who looked remarkably comfortable at an orgy. Some were young, looking as overwhelmed as she’d been by the sight. When they looked at her, though, she sensed a singular desire unit them.

“Somebody…anybody…take me!” Nina called out.

The men responded quickly. Almost immediately, she felt multiple hands reach out and touch her naked body. One found her breast. The other found her butt. A couple others trailed up her legs. One even got in between her thighs and slipped a finger into her vagina. They weren’t very careful, but they weren’t rough either. It still evoked a powerful reaction.

“You have nice breasts,” said one man.

“Such smooth skin,” said another.

“Damn! You’re already really wet,” said the one fingering her.

It was such an alien feeling, having hands from multiple men touching her body. It felt nothing like the way her ex-husband had touched her. He’d always been so formal, going through the motions that she thought were virtuous and right. He’d get on top of her, enter her, and hump until he blew his load, which rarely took long. For the longest time, she thought that was good sex. Nina was eager to update that understanding.

“Don’t be shy, boys,” she teased, daring to sound sexy. “Feel me up however you want. Get those dicks of yours nice and hard!”

“I like the way you think!” said one of the man. “What’s your name, anyways?”

“No names,” Nina said. “For now, I’m just free pussy for any handsome stud who wants some!”

That really got the men excited. They began fondling and groping her with less reservation. The man fondling her breasts gave them a firm squeeze, pinching her nipples in ways her ex-husband ad never dared. The one fingering her pussy slipped in another finger, probing deep and stimulating areas she didn’t know existed. A couple others even leaned in to kiss her face and neck, trailing their lips over her naked skin and tasting her flesh.

Other men gravitated towards her, like animals sensing a woman in heat. They eagerly reached in to cop a feel. Not all of them succeeded, but those that did were rewarded. Nina reached out and pawed their chests, caressed their faces, and kissed a few. She even dared to use a little tongue, something her ex-husband once thought disgusting. She quickly learned she enjoyed the taste of hot, manly flesh. She enjoyed it a lot.

The men enjoyed it just as much. After all the groping and kissing, several men got fully aroused. She could feel their erect dicks rubbing up against her thighs and torso. They wanted to be inside her. She wanted to it too, but in ways they never could’ve understood. How could they without living a life of misguided suppression?

“A think you’re ready,” the man fingering her pussy whispered.

“So are you,” Nina said, reaching down and grabbing his cock.

“Let’s take this to the center stage! I think the whole club is going to want to see this!”

The idea of being the center of attention in a den of decadence, others watching as she indulged in the sin she once abhorred, evoked a wide range of feelings. From excitement to uncertainty, it felt like she had just dove head-first into a pit of inescapable depravity. All she could do at that point was fall in and see how deep it went.

With a half-dozen horny mean surrounding her, each now sporting full-blown erections, Nina made her way towards the central area of the club. In that area was a large blue mat, not unlike the ones used at gyms and Yoga studios. She’d seen other couples using it to engage in various sex acts. They all made room for her, as if to put on a show.

“Looks like we’ve got an attention whore, tonight,” one woman said.

“My favorite kind of whore,” said a man standing next to her. “She’s either really new or really horny.”

“I’m guessing she’s both.”

As the men laid her down on the mat, a small crowd gathered around to watch the lurid spectacle unfold. Nina could feel their astonished eyes on them. Having been shy most her life, never even sitting in the front row at church, it was quite a shift. At the same time, it felt like something she needed to do. She needed to show everyone in the club, as well as herself, who she truly was.

Now on her back, the horny men surrounding her at every side, there was no escaping. She was going to get ravaged. She was going to indulge to an extent that had once been unthinkable. Moreover, she was going to enjoy every second of it.

“I’m ready!” Nina proclaimed over the music. “Somebody…anybody…start fucking me!”

The first lucky man, whose name and face she didn’t even know, managed to get ahead of the others. He got on top of her, hitched her legs over his shoulders, and thrust his dick into her waiting depths. He wasn’t gentle or careful like her ex-husband. As soon as he was inside her, he began hammering away with greedy lust.

“Oohhh yeah!” the man said. “This pussy…so nice and tight!”

Nina let out a deep moan, but it was drowned out by both the music and the grunts of the man. The sensations of deep, hard penetration surged through her body. They felt amazing. It was so different when she was actually aroused and genuinely wanted sex. Whenever she and her ex-husband did it, her pussy never got that wet. That made sex uncomfortable at times. She thought that was normal. She now knew how wrong that was.

It wasn’t some duty or formality. It was a real, intoxicating desire. She could enjoy it just as much as the man fucking her. That shouldn’t have been such a radical concept, but her entire upbringing had taught her otherwise. The idea that it could feel that good further confirmed the breadth of the lies she’d been taught.

“Ohhh yes!” Nina cried out. “So good…it feels so fucking good!”

“That’s it, girl! Enjoy every last bit of that cock!” said one of the women.

It was good advice of the most sinful variety. Nina embraced it gladly and so did the man fucking her. He humped harder and faster, pumping his member into his folds in pursuit of greater pleasure. Nina matched his efforts, using one of her hands to stimulate her clitoris, a part of her body that she didn’t even know about until recently. It helped them achieve feeling they sought.

“I’m…I’m coming!” the man grunted. “I’m real close!”

“Me too!” Nina said. “Please…do it inside me. I want…to feel…your come!”

The man didn’t hesitate. Nina wasn’t even sure she heard him. It didn’t matter. The results were the same. The man pumped his cock inside her a few more times before going over the edge, letting out an extra-deep grunt as he ejaculated into her pussy. As the that hot, thick fluid filled her depths, Nina crossed the threshold as well and climaxed.

“Ohhh I feel it!” she exclaimed. “I…I’m coming!”

It hit her like a wave crashing over every inch of her naked body, the sweet surge of sexual release. Her toes curled, her lower back arched, and her inner muscles throbbed mercilessly in a wondrous descend into orgasmic delight. It was a feeling she’d grown to love for reasons beyond the inherent pleasure.

Before she learned the truth, Nina didn’t even know what an orgasm was. She certainly didn’t have one with her ex-husband. It wasn’t until she broke down, watched some porn, and learned the true extent of the female body’s capabilities. It didn’t just trigger a sexual awakening that eventually led her to her first orgy. It revealed just how much of herself she’d been suppressing.

The theatrics of her first orgasm actually earned her applause from some of the onlookers. Even the man who’d just fucked her seemed impressed, smiling at her in a way only possible after satisfying sex.

“Wow!” he said. “You are…quite a woman.”

“That, she is,” said a man next to him. “So why don’t you step aside and let the rest of us find out for ourselves!”

The man, showing uncanny courtesy for an orgy, withdrew his member from her and moved aside. Nina didn’t even have a chance to close her legs before the other man got on top of her and guided his erect cock into her pussy, not at all minding the various sexual fluids dripping from her folds.

“Mmm…yeah!” the man said. “This pussy is amazing!”

“Yes! Please…keep fucking it,” Nina urged, still in an orgasmic daze. “Don’t stop fucking me! I want more! I…need more!”

The man gladly abided, humping her with the same vigor as the first man. The DJ put on more music, as if to provide extra rhythm. Other onlookers kept cheering, encouraging her rather than condemning her. No one called her a sinner, a slut, or a harlot. She was just another horny girl engaging in some extra indulgence.

“That’s it, girl! Get it! Get it good!” said one of the women.

“I have a feeling she’s going to be real popular here,” one of the men said.

Nina replied with more moans, coupled with beaming grins of ecstasy. Her body still ached from her first orgasm, but she already longed for another. The man fucking her even helped, rubbing her clit with his thumb as he worked his manhood into her. It was more generous than her husband had ever been, as well as more enjoyable.

As that man fucked her, others moved in closer to join the fun. A couple of men, each also bearing erections, rubbed their cocks in her face and over her bouncing breasts. Nina, eager to accommodate such generous studs, used her free hands to stroke them off. Before long, she began sucking them as well, showing off her nascent oral sex skills.

“Ooh! She sucks dick too,” said one of the men.

“And she sucks it good!” said the other.

That was an encouraging reaction. They probably had no idea that her lips had never touched a penis until recently. Oral sex was just one of many disgusting acts that were supposed to repulse her. Then, she realized how good it felt to taste a big, hard hunk of man-flesh with her mouth.

She didn’t consider herself an expert, but Nina knew how to get the job done. As the man fucking her pussy stepped up the pace, she sucked the two dicks near her even harder. It wasn’t long before they climaxed as well.

“Oohhh yeah, I’m coming!” one of the guys grunted.

“Me…too!” said the other.

It didn’t happen at the same time, but it was still made for quite a show. The first man shot his load right into her mouth, bombarding her with that unique, salty texture. It wasn’t the best taste in the world, but it had its appeal. Nina treated it like a delicacy, of sorts.

As she licked up that load, another sprayed onto her face and breasts. It was thick, but mixed perfectly with the sweat she’d worked up already. It brought tangible substance to the feeling she sought. What had once been messy, disgusting, and immoral had now become exciting, fun, and pleasurable.

“Mmm…I love it!” Nina proclaimed. “More! Give me more cock!”

“Damn! How much is she going to take?” asked one of the onlookers.

“Only one way to find out!” she said playfully.

She eagerly welcomed other men with fresh boners and began sucking them off. At around the same time, the man fucking her pussy climaxed as well. Unlike the first man, he pulled out and shot his load onto her breasts, adding to the spectacle. Some cheered him on while others laughed. Nina never lost focus, though. She kept on indulging, seeking more and more sex.

As if to make it easier, she rolled over so that she was on her hands and knees, her heart-shaped butt presented to a line of horny men. That allowed her to better give oral sex to the men in front of her while the men behind her enjoyed her hungry flesh. She even shook her butt a bit to welcome another man. She didn’t see who ended up getting to the front of the line and she didn’t care. She just felt that sudden thrust of another penis into her vagina, followed by more humping.

The continued flow of sensations kept her deep in her daze. It also added more motivation to her oral sex efforts. She sucked off two more men in front of her, getting two loads on her face in the process. She didn’t even take the time to wipe off their fluid before two more replaced them. Some had been waiting anxiously, stroking themselves off to stay hard. Nina had no intention of leaving them unsatisfied.

“My turn!” said one of the men.

“Don’t take too long!” said another. “I want some too!”

“Don’t worry, boys. There’s plenty to go around!” Nina told them.

She went to work satisfying them too. Shortly after she began sucking, another orgasm rocked her body. The man fucking her from behind was more endowed than most, stimulating her deepest depths in just the right way to send her over the edge. It was probably the quickest she’d ever climaxed a second time in one night. It led her to further reconsider the sexual potential of the female body.

“Don’t stop!” Nina cried out. “Please…keep…fucking me!”

“You got it, babe!” said a man behind her, whose face she didn’t even see.

It quickly devolved – or evolved, if she were being more honest – into a full-blown gangbang. She was the maestro of unfretted decadence and the men were her orchestra. One-by-one, the men took turns fucking her. Those who didn’t get to enjoy her pussy got a thorough helping of oral sex. Even those who got their orgasms lingered around her, urging her on. One man even parted her hair behind her ears when it got messy. It was an odd show of manners for an orgy.

“You’ve got quite the sexy spirit,” the man told her. “I’m glad you’re here!”

“I’m sure you are,” said a woman nearby.

“Hey, we can never have too many cute girls who just love to indulge!”

Others nearby laughed and cheered some more. It almost seemed like a celebration, as though she’d achieved something by finding them and going all out with her decadent desires. They weren’t immoral beasts. They weren’t monstrous sinners. They were just people who enjoyed sex way more than most. Something about that was genuinely profound. Nina had come to her first orgy expecting a lot of strange experiences, but that might have been the strangest.

Whether by encouragement or pent up lust, she kept the gangbang going. She sucked off several men while getting fucked from behind by several more, achieving multiple orgasms in the process. Some men lasted longer. Some humped harder. Most came inside her while a few just came on her, simply following their desires as much as she followed hers. It was, by far, the most mutually satisfying sex act she’d ever had. The fact it happened during an orgy said a lot.

Nina even learned a few kinks along the way. During one especially rough romp, a guy gave her butt a hard swat. It caught her by surprise, but she didn’t mind. She also found out she enjoyed having her hair pulled and her breasts rubbed during sex, so much so that she laughed playfully after it led her to another orgasm.

“Keep that up and I might just make that a fetish,” Nina teased.

“Well, this is the perfect place for that,” said one of the women watching.

More and more, she embraced the decadent spirit that had awakened within. She kept sucking and fucking every man nearby, taking it from both ends and recklessly pursuing the pleasure that came with such lewd acts. Along the way, her body shifted and contorted to her lustful whims. She ended up on her back again a few times. At one point, she lay flat on her stomach for a particularly bulky guy. One man even showed off his upper-body strength by lifting her up off the floor and bouncing her up and down his cock. That got her and the man an extra-loud applause.

“Show off!” said one of the men.

“I…don’t…mind!” Nina said.

“That’s all that matters,” said the man fucking her.

She went through every position she could. She lost track of how many orgasms she had. She just kept pushing herself, searching for the true limit of her desires. It might have been the most strenuous thing she’d done to her body and she’d run track in high school.

Eventually, fatigue caught up with her. Like running a marathon, she hit the proverbial wall. That still didn’t stop her from making one last sprint towards ecstasy. She managed to find one more man with a raging boner and pinned him on the floor. She then got on top of him, sweat and sexual fluids dripping down her naked body, and began riding him like a woman possessed.

“One more!” she cried out. “Just…one…more!”

“Go for it, girl!” said a female onlooker. “You’re on a roll!”

“It’s not a record, but it’s still impressive!” said one of the men.

Encouraged and energized, Nina rode the nameless man’s cock to ecstasy. She didn’t care if she was going to be sore and exhausted tomorrow. She wanted to feel that peak one last time. She wanted to verify once more that the sinful feelings felt as right as she thought.

She pushed herself, gyrating her hips and squeezing her breasts extra hard as she made the final push. When the orgasm hit, she finally ceased her movements, closing her eyes and throwing her head back as she let out one last cry to the heavens. It was like a proclamation to the deity she’d been worshiping all her life. She still had mixed feelings about that deity, but refused to believe that something so pleasurable wasn’t also divine on some levels.

“Oohhh God!” Nina cried out. “This…this is it. This…is what I’ve been seeking.”

It was a final affirmation on top of an orgasmic proclamation. She’d lived in a world of lies and hypocrisy. She’d denied feeling desires that had been brimming within. Finally, in a den of decadence and sin, she embraced the real, honest truth.

Her mind remained dazed with ecstasy while her body ached with pleasure. She was so winded that she could barely remain upright. The man she’d been riding ended up catching her as she collapsed on top of him. She couldn’t even tell if he’d climaxed, but he didn’t seem to hold that against her.

“Looks like you finally got enough,” he said.

“In more ways than one,” commented a woman.

Like teammates aiding an injured player, a couple women helped Nina decouple from the man and rise back to her feet. They then escorted her to one of the sofas. Along the way, she got one last round of cheers.

“Way to go, girl! You really raised the bar for newbies!”

“That is one hell of a woman. She’s going to fit right in!”

“Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow!”

“I don’t think she cares.”

If Nina weren’t so tired, sweaty, and dripping with sexual fluids, she would’ve laughed. That didn’t stop her from grinning widely, her expression beaming with a rare satisfaction. It wasn’t just because of all the sex and orgasms, either. She finally dared to satisfy a feeling that she’d long-since suppressed. What had once seemed so wrong now felt so right. It led to an inescapable truth.

She was not the reserved, restrained woman who once prided herself on following the rules and condemning sin. She was a woman who enjoyed sex, celebrated her desires, and embraced those who shared in that sentiment. Nina’s old world had fallen apart. Now, in the midst of her first orgy, she looked forward to building a new one in which she could be her true self.

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“Role Reversal” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after hearing how some couples engaged in sexy role playing. There are a great many ways to spice up a relationship, no matter what stage it’s at. Role playing is one of the easiest and most flexible. This story should get that point across. Enjoy!

“You looking for a good time, hot stuff? Because I’m all about good times…for a price!”

Gloria “Glory” Pyre chuckled to herself, but tried to take the kinky sight before her seriously. That wasn’t easy because her husband, Brett Pyre, didn’t usually wear a black leather jacket, skin-tight pants, undersized shirts, and enough of hair-care products to open his own salon. He hadn’t worn something that elaborate since their wedding day and even then, he didn’t go so overboard with the aftershave.

She still humored him, though. Pretending to be shy and reserved, she opened the door to the hotel room they’d rented and welcomed him.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Steadman,” she said.

“That’s Studman, ma’am,” he said boldly.

“Right…Mr. Studman,” Glory said, still trying not to laugh. “Please…won’t you come in?”

“That depends. Are you the same Glory who reserved a full hour of my valuable time?”

“Yes, I am,” she said, “and if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to not waste a second of it.”

She made it sound like a business arrangement, which was part of the gimmick. Brett, still carrying himself as though he were the hottest thing with two balls in a dick, entered the room, but not before putting the “do not disturb” sign on the door knob.

Glory knew the ritual well. She had gone through it herself many times before. In another life – one that had only ended a few years ago, no less – she had been a high-end escort. She used to be the one to arrive at fancy hotels, wearing elegant dresses and revealing thong underwear, to greet horny clients. She once considered herself as one of the best in the business, having served a diverse range of clients, many of which had deep pockets.

It started as a side-gig that helped pay off her student loan debt, but it turned into something so much more. Glory had always been a sexual person, by nature. However, it was only when she turned it into a marketable skill that she uncovered the breadth of her sexuality. Her time as an escort allowed her to explore sex in a way she never could’ve experienced in her personal life. It came to become one of the most meaningful things she’d ever done.

Part of what made that time in her life so meaningful was standing right before her. The man she’d married had once been a regular client, but not a traditional one, to say the least. In fact, a big part of why she fell in love with him came from her work as an escort and the work he’d done, as well.

“Right down to business,” he said in a low, manly tone of voice, “I like that.”

“My time is precious. I like to make it matter,” Glory replied in a flirtatious tone, “which is why I made it a point to hire the best.”

“Well, you have an eye for quality,” Brett said playfully, “although I have to say…you’re a lot more attractive than most of my clients.”

“Oh I’m sure you say that to all the women who enlist your services.”

“I mean it. I mean, look at you! You’re young, beautiful, and have enough money to afford my time. Why would someone like you need to hire a guy like me?”

He briefly broke character. Those were the words of her husband and not the role he was playing. They were also the words of an aspiring therapist who’d expanded his own skills, thanks to her. How that played out was a big reason why they fell in love, but Glory couldn’t focus on that now. They still had a role to play.

Brett tried to make up for it by snaking his arms around her waist, slipping a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. It maintained the mood, but highlighted and important detail of their elaborate act. However, it was one that Glory had already contemplated long before she pitched the idea.

“It’s funny. Questions like that usually have lousy answers,” she said, taking on a more serious demeanor. “I get it. I’m beautiful. Men and women have been telling me that since I started filling out bras in middle school.”

“And you fill them out well,” Brett commented while admiring the cleavage that her halter top did little to hide.

“That made hooking up so easy,” Glory went on. “I could walk into a room, pick any guy I wanted, and get him in bed by the end of the day…so long as he was straight.”

“You make that sound like a problem.”

“It wasn’t for a long time. I slept with a lot of men. I had a lot of great sex. The problem was…well, it’s more an issue of quality rather than quantity.”

She finally embraced her role a bit. She moved in closer to the handsome man before her, snaking an arm around his neck while trailing her hand over his chest. Even through that fancy shirt he wore, she could feel the toned muscles of his upper body. She already knew those features well, but Glory had felt manly muscles during her time as an escort. What set Brett apart played a big role in them falling in love.

“You see…when a man is with a beautiful woman, they tend to get overly excited,” she said.

“Trust me, I don’t have that problem,” Brett said confidently. “I wouldn’t be Mr. Studman if I didn’t have the stamina.”

“That’s not entirely what I was referring to. Being beautiful has many perks, but when so many men want to sleep with you, they tend to treat it as some sort of fleeting moment…one they have to maximize to the greatest extent. While I can’t honestly blame them, it often leaves me unfulfilled.”

Her tone took on a more sensual undertone. It blurred the line between Gloria and Glory, which happened a lot with her sex life. She had always been a very sexual person, by nature. Sometimes, her persona as an escort did not complement her persona as a horny woman. She did not intend for that to be the case for tonight.

“Ah…I see what you’re getting at,” Brett said.

“I doubt you can understand it, though,” Glory said. “All my life, I’ve been the judge and the prize…sifting through parades of would-be lovers, hoping to find one who can please me. For once, I want to try things from the other side. I want to be the one desperate for sex, seeking the company of a professional whore to satisfy my most basic needs.”

“So you called me…Mr. Studman.”

“Yes,” she affirmed. “I called you, the most expensive gigolo in the tristate area. I’m hoping you’re worth the premium!”

Glory was already getting excited. She actually felt nervous. She hadn’t felt nervous in a sexual situation since high school. She was so used to being the one with all the leverage. For once, that wasn’t the case. It was jarring, but also thrilling in a strange sort of way.

Still in Brett’s muscular arms, she pawed his chest to communicate her desire. There was nothing theatrical about it. There was just the overt gesture of a very horny woman who just wanted sex. She’d been on the other end of that dynamic more times than she could count. She was ready to experience things from the other side.

Brett, having gone to great lengths to prepare for his role, continued to do his part. He settled into a more serious demeanor, taking on the kind of business-like poise that she often did when she served a client. It was unusual, but it still turned her on.

“I see,” Brett said, still speaking in the tone of Mr. Studman. “Well, we gigolos pride ourselves on proving our value. I intend to make this little transaction every bit as successful.”

“Great!” Glory said, sounding like a giddy school girl. “In that case, shall we get down to business?”

“Lead the way, ma’am.”

With growing excitement, she led her handsome “gigolo” from the foyer to the king sized bed in middle of the hotel room. Along the way, she placed an envelope full of money – it was actually monopoly money, but it was close enough – and made sure he saw the full amount. As any competent escort knew, the amount of money in the envelope determined the type of services rendered.

“Here’s what I want,” Glory said, sitting down at the foot of the bed with Brett, “nothing fancy or elaborate…just a good, thorough fuck.”

“Sounds simple enough for Mr. Studman,” Brett said confidently.

“I don’t want it rushed or messy, either. This isn’t my senior prom. This isn’t my honeymoon. I just want a good, professional fuck by someone who knows his way around the female body.”

“That, I can do. I’ve plenty of experience with both!”

“It’s not just experience that matters, here. I’ve been with men who’ve slept with dozens of women, but don’t know the difference between a clitoris and a hangnail. I’ve also been with men who have next to no experience, but still find a way to get me off because they actually put in the effort. What I want…what I need, tonight…is someone who can do both.”

It sounded like she was the one breaking character now. Some of her own issues – many of which pre-dated her time as an escort and her relationship with Brett – echoed through her voice. They sounded like the musings of a woman who could get as much sex as she wanted because of her beauty, but struggled to find true satisfaction.

Brett must have sensed that sentiment in her because he took on a more serious demeanor. That fake bravado he’d shown as Mr. Studman faded. Suddenly, he became more professional. However, he did not have the look of a licensed therapist or her loving husband. He had the look of a skilled gigolo.

“It’s funny. I’ve known many women who’ve told me their wants and needs,” Brett said, gently stroking the side of her face. “Most of them struggle to know the difference between the two.”

“Am I one of them?” Glory asked, already sounding desperate with desire.

“No. You’re not.”

Upon saying those words, he broke their intimate embrace and got up from the bed. Glory remained sitting, watching with curiosity and anticipation as her husband-turned-gigolo stood before her.

Then, like the star attraction at a male strip club, he seductively slipped out of his leather jacket and took off the tight-fitting shirt that barely contained his masculine features. Even in the bland lighting of the hotel room, the sight of his chiseled upper body triggered all sorts of arousing feelings within her. The way he carried himself, knowing he had the features that got a woman’s juices flowing, made Glory gaze up at him with a mix of awe and hunger.

“I’ve got the skills and tools to give you want you want and need,” he told her, “and I’m going to give it to you. You have my word.”

At that moment, the line between her husband and the role he played blurred. She’d heard that tone and that claim before, mostly because she’d said the same thing to her clients as well. He’d been one of them, but the circumstances had been unusual, to say the least. That ended up working out for them, though, and not just because they went onto get married.

“Well,” Glory said, already enchanted by his overt sex appeal, “what are you waiting for, Mr. Studman? Show me how a professional fucks!”

With a coy grin and a determined glint in his eye, Brett provided the service she’d solicited. Unlike her many other sexual encounters, she had no doubts about how it would play out. She was going to get fucked and she was going to get fucked by real stud.

He quickly demonstrated his keen understanding of arousing a woman, leaning in and kissing her hungrily on the lips, allowing her to explore the sinews of his upper body. He must have slathered himself with two bottles of baby oil because his skin was so smooth. It gave him the feel and scent of something polished and refined, which boded well for the fucking they were about to do.

As she pawed his upper body, Brett loosened her clothes. Glory was used to wearing something fancy and sexy during her hotel encounters. Instead, she’d worn the same attire she used to go shopping, which consisted of a T-shirt, jeans, and sandals. It was strange wearing something that wasn’t overly seductive, for once, but that only gave her more incentive to get it off.

“Let’s get you out of these dirty clothes,” Brett whispered into her ear with his deep, masculine tone.

Her inner thighs got 10 degrees hotter on the spot. He couldn’t remove her shirt and jeans fast enough. Once in her bra and panties, he crawled onto the bed with her, taking her by the waist and guiding her to the center.

From there, he lavished her with intimate kissing, touching, and fondling, the likes of which showed both a fondness and an understanding of the female body. It didn’t just heighten her physical arousal. It sent her into a state of pure sexual arousal. She didn’t need to think dirty thoughts or imagine the things that turned her on. Brett, being the professional stud, did that all by himself.

“Oohhh Mr. Studman!” she purred. “You’re making me…so hot and wet.”

“Then, I’m doing my job,” Brett quipped with a grin.

Not losing focus for an instant, he finished stripping her naked. While kissing her neck, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. He didn’t fumble awkwardly like so many men. He also didn’t get overly-distracted at the sight of her large, well-shaped breasts. He still admired them, as any straight man would.

“Such nice, natural breasts,” he commented.

“How do you know they’re natural?” she teased.

“Trust me. I know.”

Glory snickered and purred some more as Brett buried his face in her ample cleavage. She didn’t doubt he knew real breasts from fake breasts and not just because he married her. He’d seen and felt more breasts than most men, even those who considered themselves unapologetic pussy hounds. His reasons for knowing, however, were less crude and indirectly related to how they came together.

As he shoved his face between her breasts, he skillfully slipped his hands down to her waist, gasped the sides of her panties, and slid them down her legs. They had since become wet with arousal. Glory couldn’t remember the last time she got so horny that she soaked her panties. Already, their elaborate role reversal was paying off.

“You weren’t kidding,” Brett said upon tossing her panties aside. “You are one wet, horny woman.”

“Like I said…I want this. I need this,” Glory said intently.

“Then, I’ll skip the part where I sweet-talk you into a frenzy and employ my more intimate talents.”

She already knew what that entailed. That didn’t matter. She was still more excited than she’d been since their honeymoon.

He gave her breasts one final squeeze and her lips one final kiss before rising into an upright position. Hovering over her, he looked like a titan of masculinity hovering over her. Glory was so used to being the center of the sexual universe during intimate moments, especially those occurring in hotel rooms. It was pretty jarring to be on the other side…jarring, but exciting.

Still carrying himself with the poise of a professional gigolo, he grabbed her by the thighs and pushed her legs apart, exposing her dripping-wet pussy to him. She then watched as he licked his lips, eying her inner thighs as though they were his favorite treat. Then, without hesitation or intimidation, he buried himself in her womanhood and began giving her oral sex.

“Ohhh fuck!” Glory gasped. “My pussy…your lips…ooh it feels so good!”

Brett responded with a simple grunt. That was all he needed to say. He was a professional. He knew how to eat a woman out. Like a skilled surgeon, he performed his task to perfection.

It was like getting a perfect massage from the inside out. Glory closed her eyes, grasped her breasts as she often did in blissful states, and arched her back as Brett stimulated her most intimate areas to the utmost. Once again, his knowledge and respect for female anatomy was uncanny. He knew the difference between a clit and a G-spot. He knew where all the right nerves were, including the ones that were hard to reach. He didn’t just get most of them. He got all of them.

It sent her to the brink of orgasm faster than sex act that didn’t involve an overpriced vibrator. She would’ve preferred to test her husband/gigolo’s skills, but the blissful results made that impossible.

“Oh Mr. Studman! I…I’m coming!” she gasped.

“Already?” he said, looking up from her snatch briefly. “We’re off to a good start!”

He remained intently focused as he pumped his fingers into her folds, applying extra pressure to her clit. That got her over the edge with ease. There was no need to fake it or pretend it was more intense than it was. She was having an orgasm…a real, intense orgasm.

With theatrics befitting of a former escort, Glory curled her toes and threw her head back as the ripples of pleasure shot up through her body. Brett kept his hands on her thighs, maintaining his grip on her as she soaked in the ecstasy. She made it a point to be extra vocal, letting out the kind of orgasmic moan that echoed throughout the hotel suite and informed her husband that he was playing his role perfectly.

“You’re very loud when you climax. Is that normal?” he teased, leaning in and caressing her face as she bathed in pleasure.

“That…depends,” Glory said breathlessly.

“On what?”

“On just how dedicated…my lover happens to be.”

As her inner muscles continued throbbing from her release, she opened her eyes and cast her love/gigolo a sexy grin. He smiled back, looking bolder and more determined than ever. Knowing Brett, an overachiever and a show-off, she was already excited by the prospects.

While she caught her breath from her first orgasm, he rose up briefly and took off his pants. In doing so, he revealed a fully-erect penis that must have felt very uncomfortable in those tight pants of his. Even though Glory had seen her husband’s dick, as well as many other dicks during her escorting days, she still marveled at the sight.

“Mr. Studman…so big and hard,” she said, her gaze narrowing on his manly flesh.

“What can I say? Stripping a beautiful woman naked and eating her pussy out makes me horny,” Brett said playfully.

“Spoken like someone who enjoys his work,” she pointed out.

“Part of becoming a pro is enjoying the process. Now, lie back while I demonstrate the extent of my professionalism!”

Just like that – that manly gaze, that confident demeanor, and that beautiful manly body that was now fully exposed – Glory was horny again. She didn’t care that her pussy was still tender after such a quality orgasm. She wanted sex. Moreover, she wanted the sex that only Brett, aka Mr. Studman, could give her.

“Please, Mr. Studman…take me,” Glory told him as she laid back and spread her legs.

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “From here on out, you’re getting everything you want and need. I’ll make sure of it!”

From there, a potent mix of intense horniness and determined desire took over. Brett, still focused and dedicated to his role as a gigolo, got on top of her and grabbed hold of her hips. Glory instinctively hooked her legs around his waist, grabbing onto his shoulder and neck as she braced herself for the coming feeling.

Brett didn’t make her wait a nanosecond longer than she had to. As soon as he aligned his body with hers, he thrust his hips forward, driving his rigid flesh up into her vagina. As soon as his flesh filled her, he began moving their bodies in a smooth, sensual rhythm. A steady surge of raw sexual sensations followed, sending Glory into a sexual frenzy.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” she cried out. “That’s it! This is what I want!”

“And need,” he whispered in a voice so manly she almost came on the spot.

There was nothing fancy or novel about the act. It was sex, her and her husband, humping in a simple missionary position the likes of which they’d done many times before. The act, however, didn’t do justice to the feeling.

As she buried her face in her husband’s neck, listening to him grunt and moan with each hump, Glory soaked in the unique feeling that accompanied the intimate sensations. Having had more sex than most, both in her personal life and during her time as an escort, she was familiar with the many forms that feeling took.

Sometimes, it was just two horny people fucking each other, looking to get off and enjoy themselves. She’d done plenty of that.

Sometimes, it was two people in love wanting to express that love in an intimate, affectionate way. She’d done plenty of that too, especially after she married Brett.

Most of the time, though, sex was a mixed bag. There were times when men just laid her down and fucked her like a pussy with limbs. There were times when men were genuinely considerate, wanting to make love to her and please her as though she were some sort of sex goddess. Both kinds of sex could be enjoyable, but it was rare for it to find a perfect balance between the two.

Then, she met Brett. He understood that balance as much as her. He loved it as much as she did. In that moment, him acting like a professional gigolo and her acting like some horny woman who just wanted to get laid, the power of that balance was on full display.

“Yes! Oohhh Mr. Studman…so good! That feels…so good!” Glory moaned from her intimate daze.

“Oh God…you’re a pro too!” Brett said with a grunt.

As their bodies rocked to the rhythm of his humping motions, he kissed her passionately on the lips. It broke character for a moment, the love of her husband mixing into the sex with a highly-skilled stud. It intensified that uniquely balanced feeling, filling her with a perfect blend of love and lust.

Brett made the most of that feeling, using it to complement his role as a professional gigolo. Using the king-sized bed to their full advantage, he fucked her as thoroughly as any man could fuck a beautiful woman, be it a wife or a whore. He set the tone and pace of the sex, shifting and guiding their bodies through a succession of positions. Again, they kept things simple. She didn’t have to test her flexibility or endurance. She just hung on and enjoyed the ride.

They kept things simple at first, alternating between various forms of missionary. Then, he turned her over a few times and did her doggy style, getting her on her hands and knees for a while. He also bent her over the edge of the bed at one point, daring to have a little fun with their sex. As any successful escort knew, part of being professional was daring to play around at times.

Brett didn’t do all the work, though. On a few times, Glory found herself on top, riding his cock while used those powerful arms of his to supplement her movements. That didn’t just mix things up, sexually. It gave her a chance to really express the desires she’d hoped to explore in their roles. By being the horny client for once, she could be a little reckless with her passions. It was so freeing, being able to ditch the script she’d so often followed with sex.

“Again!” she cried out. “I’m coming again! Oohhh Mr. Studman!”

That became a common refrain throughout the act. Glory had hoped to enjoy multiple orgasms from their kinky little scenario, but she exceeded her own expectations. She hadn’t had so many orgasms in such rapid succession since her best friend’s bachelorette party and that involved vibrators. The fact that Brett – the man she married, who just happened to be very good at playing the role of a gigolo – gave her such pleasure made it all the more meaningful.

Like a true professional and a dedicated husband, he kept fucking her at a steady pace that allowed him to draw it out. That wasn’t just for her pleasure. That was what escorts did in order to maximize the satisfaction of the client. Glory thought she understood that. Now, she appreciated it even more.

“Mr. Studman…what a man! What a stud!” she moaned in her daze.

“You ready…for this stud…to top you off?” he said, his every word echoing with labored grunts.

“Yes!” Glory said without hesitation. “Please…give it to me.”

It must have sounded so daunting. By now, they had worked up quite a sweat. Their naked skin glistened under the light, the sheets beneath them wrinkled and tattered. It must have been strenuous to Brett to hold back for so long. Even though he was capable of popping multiple loads during a single sex act, he held back for her. That was what a professional did. For the final round of their sexy role playing, though, she needed both the stud and her husband.

For the final push, he led her back to the center of the bed. There, he once again demonstrated his masculine strength, lifting her up in his arms and holding her in an upright position. She eagerly went along with it, hooking her legs around his waist and digging the balls of her feet into her lower back. With his knees propped up on the bed and his hands firmly gripping her butt, he steadily bounced her up and down the length of his cock. That position didn’t just help him penetrate her depths at just the right angle. It allowed their eyes to meet for that final moment.

“My stud…my wonderful, handsome stud,” Glory said as he gazed back at her.

“My beautiful, wonderful wife,” Brett said.

Again, he broke character. She was beyond caring at that point, though. Thanks to his uncanny strength and his dedication to satisfying her to the utmost, Brett rocked their bodies in heavy fervor of humping. He was careful and thorough, working his manhood inside her at just the right pace to ensure they climaxed at the same time.

She had no idea how he knew. Glory used to joke with her friends and fellow escorts that simultaneous orgasms were as big a myth as the G-spot. Brett proved her wrong, time and again. At the moment they finally climaxed together, she’d never been so grateful to be so wrong about something sexual.

“Ohhhh fuck yes!” they both cried out, almost in perfect harmony.

It would’ve been funny if it didn’t feel so damn good. When it hit, Brett squeezed her ass firmly and buried his face in her breasts, gasping as he released a thick load of his cum into her pussy. At the same time, Glory dug her nails into his shoulders and threw her head back in an act of ecstasy. That extra hot feeling of his juices mixing with hers helped supplement the feeling, providing that special bit of intimacy that she could only share with her husband.

Glory wasn’t sure if what they’d just done counted as irony or kink. A former escort playing the part of a client might have been a simple role reversal on paper, but something about it conjured a unique feeling that encapsulated how far she’d come and how lucky she was to have found a lover like Brett.

“Another…satisfied customer,” he said breathlessly, his head still resting on her breasts.

“Satisfied indeed, Mr. Studman,” Glory said with a grin.

“You can…call me Brett, now.”

“I know. Mr. Studman just sounds better right now.”

He looked up from her breasts and smiled back. They then shared a loving kiss, having broken from their roles and returned to just being a happily married couple.

Their naked bodies finally parted. Still naked and sweaty, they laid back on the bed together, catching their breath and soaking in the afterglow. Glory remained curled up to her husband, his arm still lovingly draped around her. Given their respective backgrounds, she and Brett had come up with all sorts of ways to spice up their sex life. After what they just did, she could safely say she’d found her favorite type of role playing.

“God, I love you,” Glory said.

“I know. I love you too, Gloria,” said Brett.

“I got to say, it’s pretty strange…being on this side of the escorting equation.”

“That, it is,” he admitted. “Then again, we didn’t exactly tweak too many kinks.”

“I know. I mean between a former escort turned therapist and an actor who hired me to research a part…I’d say the details are plenty strange.”

“Guess we just found a way to make those strange kinks work for us.”

“That, we did…Mr. Studman.”

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“Weekly Relief” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story that I wrote after reading some stories about online dating and how future services will help us find our match. I consider this a thought experiment, of sorts, into just how good those services could be in the future and just how much it can help our sex lives. Enjoy!

“It’s Thursday, Olivia. You know what that means,” said a familiar, coy voice.

“I know the drill, Iris,” Olivia replied dryly to the middle-aged receptionist. “We all do.”

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, the young woman made her way to the designated locker room of the unremarkable public access facility, as it was called. From the outside, it looked like most other bland commercial buildings that dotted the downtown area. The only difference – superficially speaking – was that the outer plaza and lobby was adorned with emblems identifying it as a government building. For what went on inside, it had to be.

Olivia June didn’t give it much thought, anymore. She hadn’t since she began going to the facility as a teenager. Most of her friends and peers did the same. It had gotten so mundane that it was just normal, as much a part of their routine as buying groceries or paying taxes. Most would argue, however, that coming to that particular building was much less tedious.

“I need this,” she said to herself with a heavy sigh, “more so than usual.”

Upon entering the locker room, she quickly located an unused locker and got undressed. Still wearing the uniform she’d worn to private school she worked at, it felt good to get it off. She’d come at a good time, as well. There were only a handful of other women in the locker room. She’d been there when it was bustling with at least two dozen women. Given the nature of what went on at “public access facilities,” it could get pretty hectic.

Olivia preferred to avoid that kind of chaos, especially after the week she’d endured. Everyone came to such facilities for a certain kind of relief, but she needed it more than most.

“Between spring orientation and night classes, I think I’ve managed well,” she said as she folded her uniform and underwear. “There’s always room for improvement, though. This is just the most basic.”

Smiling to herself, Olivia moved with more urgency than usual. Upon storing her clothes, she closed the locker and secured it. She then made her way out to the staging area, as everyone called it. She didn’t even bother getting a towel or robe, as many women preferred. Some women preferred to maintain some level of modesty while getting relief. Others didn’t. Olivia had never been that modest about her body so she usually didn’t bother.

Along the way, she passed by a few other women. Most were naked with only one opting to wear a towel. They weren’t in any hurry, chatting and lofting about as many often did before an appointment. Olivia, being more impatient than usual, went ahead and cut in front of them.

“Hey! Take it easy there,” an older woman said. “It’s not a fucking race.”

“Speak for yourself,” Olivia quipped, “and be careful with your choice of words.”

“Ooh! After that, she deserves to cut ahead,” another woman said with a laugh.

“Oh grow up,” the older woman groaned. “You don’t know how good you have it, getting a service like this straight from the government. You would’ve gone nuts if you’d had to get it the old fashioned way.”

“Which is why nostalgia is overrated,” Olivia said, now walking faster. “You ladies can take your time. I’ve got too many needs and too little patience!”

She managed to get away before the other women could berate her more. That wasn’t the first time someone remarked at how good young women like her had it. Her grandmother mentioned that every time she visited, telling stories about a world where a young woman like her couldn’t get the kind of relief she sought with such regular ease.

Olivia didn’t care for those stories, nor did she care to think about how hard it would’ve been in years past. Her primary focus was on the present. Being naked had already sent her body plenty of telling signals. She could already feel some of them manifesting between her legs. It knew that relief was near.

Upon getting to the front of the line, which had been very short, Olivia entered the staging area. From there, she accessed a small tablet computer mounted at a kiosk. She entered her name, as she’d done many times before, and opened the private profile that she’d since refined to the utmost.

“No need for something fancy this time,” she said. “Just find me someone who can get the job done.”

Her fingers moved quickly as she entered the necessary parameters. After entering her biometrics, which included a fingerprint and eye-scan, the computer processed her data. Within a few seconds, it gave her the message she’d been hoping for.

“Match secure and determined,” the computer said in a robotic voice. “Your partner is located in room 3C.”

“Thank you Intimate Data Net,” Olivia said as she exited the staging area. “What would any of us do without you?”

That was a rhetorical question for most people her age. Few outside the elderly knew what life was like before the Intimate Data Net – or IDN, as most called it. From birth, they fed it data about themselves. Beyond their wants, hopes, and desires, they gave it everything from DNA samples to detailed brain scans. It allowed the government-maintained census network to both protect their identity as citizens and provide them with customized services.

Olivia had come to appreciate those services more than most and not just because she worked for a school that catered to all sorts of patrons. She’d learned at an early age that when it came to fulfilling certain needs, such services were critical.

“3C…3C…where is it?” she wondered as she navigated the facility.

Moving with urgency, Olivia made her way through a series of hallways that fed into the central portion of the building. The place was pretty big, but easy to navigate. It was no different than a hotel or office, consisting of several levels lined with numbered rooms. There were windows along the way, but they were all blacked out for obvious reasons. Given how most people walked through the halls bare-ass naked, it made sense.

Olivia didn’t care, though. She’d never been shy about nudity. Most people her age weren’t. She really didn’t understand why some people made such a big deal of it. Then again, those same people might just not know or appreciate the value of getting such critical, personalized service.

With every step she took, the heat between her legs intensified. The air around felt so hot. The building often kept the temperature high – likely, another byproduct of having so many naked people running around. However, the heat she felt had nothing to do with the ventilation. The relief she sought kept getting more urgent. Olivia could already feel her naked skin breaking out into a light sweat.

She practically running by the time she reached the south wing of the building. After ascending a flight of stairs and passing through a couple corridors, she finally located her destination.

“There it is! Room 3C,” she said. “I hope he didn’t start without me.”

Grinning in anticipation, Olivia opened the door and entered the room. Just as she’d hoped, the partner that the IDN had matched her with was already there and once again, the system’s ability to serve personal needs astonished her.

Through whatever data mining and intimate analysis it utilized, it somehow found her a very attractive man with which she could fulfill those needs. He was about as tall as her, having messy dark hair, tanned skin, and an athletic build. Like her, he was completely naked. He made no effort to hide his physique or the generous endowment hanging between his legs, either. If his semi-aroused state were any indication, he was just as anxious as her.

“Hello, ma’am! You must be my match today,” he said. “I’m Patrick Gunther.”

“Olivia June,” she greeted. “It’s always a pleasure to meet my match…and then some.”

“Well said,” he chuckled. “I’m hoping the IDN was extra thorough this time. Just so you know, I’ve been really tense this past week.”

“Guess the IDN definitely did its job because that makes two of us!”

Olivia opted to skip the small talk that often coincided with other matches. She closed the door behind her, walked up to him, and readily embraced him in her arms, letting her naked body press up against his.

The grin on his face widened and the manly flesh between his legs stiffened. He didn’t waste time feeling her up, either. As soon as her breasts made contact with his chest, he grabbed hold of her butt and gave it a firm squeeze, communicating a desire that Olivia already knew they shared.

“A nice, handsome man…some strong, muscular arms…and a big, throbbing dick to go with it,” Olivia said with a purr. “It’s just what I need!”

“You and me both, Ms. June,” Patrick said, “except I need a firm butt, big tits, and a tight pussy.”

“Then, I guess we can help each other.”

Olivia playfully teased him, slipping her arms around his neck and giving him an intimate kiss on the lips. Patrick eagerly kissed back, throwing in a little tongue while squeezing her butt.

He might have been a total stranger, but kissing him felt like kissing a man she’d been with for years. That was the power of the IDN. It could match people so thoroughly that they could walk into a room naked, greet each other, and kiss as though they were long-lost lovers. That feeling, alone, was an exhilarating experience that filled some aspects of her needs. However, others required a more direct approach.

“So,” Olivia said upon breaking the kiss, “your profile said you love oral, both giving and receiving.”

“That, I do,” Patrick said proudly. “Few things make my day more than getting my dick sucked while I gorge on a wet, willing pussy.”

“Then, we’re already halfway there,” she said curtly. “You probably saw this on my profile too, but I like it a little rough. Don’t be too gentle with me. Once that dick is in me, go to down and rock my world!”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied with a grin. “Want to start with a little shared oral?”

“Gladly!”

Olivia gave her match a grin of her own before following him to the bed in the corner of the room. Like most other rooms in the building, there wasn’t much in terms of furniture. The room was basically a dorm with one queen-sized bed, some night-stands full with personalized accessories, and a bathroom. Some rooms had more elaborate features for those with more elaborate needs. For her and Patrick, though, they didn’t need much beyond the basics.

Already laughing and exchanging intimate gestures, Olivia got onto the bed with Patrick. Some brief foreplay followed, consisting mostly of some deep kissing and intimate touching. He squeezed her butt and fondled her breasts. She trailed her fingers over the sinews of his chest while rubbing her thigh against his cock, which helped get him fully erect.

Olivia usually enjoyed drawing out the foreplay, but she was too horny and too impatient. Her pussy was already aching for more stimulation. Patrick had already proved he knew how to use those lips of his. She was eager to test those skills.

“Mind if I be on top?” Olivia asked.

“By all means, Ms. June,” Patrick replied in an overly-polite tone.

“We’re about to lick each other’s genitals and have sex, Patrick. You can skip the formalities, Patrick.” she joked.

“I could, but I’d rather not. It’s just the kind of guy I am.”

Olivia laughed and so did he. She couldn’t tell if he was being serious or cute. Most men didn’t get too playful during a match. They were usually focused on sating their needs. As someone who often adopted the same approach, she found it refreshing.

That gave her some extra incentive as they coordinated their bodies. Patrick maneuvered into the center of the bed and laid down on his back. Olivia then got on top of him, aligning her pussy with his face while she hovered right over his erect penis. It was a perfect 69 position, an underrated sex act that she didn’t often get to explore.

“Wow! Your pussy is pretty wet,” Patrick commented. “You might need this as much as I do.”

Might need?” she teased.

“Well, there’s one obvious way to find out.”

As if to prove the extent of his lust, Patrick went to work and hungrily gorged on her pussy. He wasn’t subtle about it, either. Using both hands with surprising skill, lightly spreading her folds so that he could probe her depths with his tongue. Almost immediately, Olivia felt the effects and the pleasure that came with it.

“Ooh!” she purred. “Patrick…I like your ways!”

The competitive part of her kicked in, compounding her own burning lust. Following Patrick’s example, Olivia skipped the teasing and began demonstrating her own oral talents.

She gripped the base of his cock with both hands, giving it a few strokes before taking almost his entire length into her mouth. She heard him grunt in response. That must have been his way of showing that he was impressed by how she’d mastered her gag reflex. That, or his voice was muffled by her pussy. Either way, she got the message.

“Mmm…I bet you like my ways too,” Olivia said seductively as she licked along his length.

Patrick didn’t tear himself away from her pussy, his lips and tongue still buried in her folds. He was already flooding her with hot sensations. She worked to catch up, sucking and stroking his member with a sexual hunger she’d usually reserved for her personal life. Before long, there was no banter or teasing. There was only the moans, grunts, and slurping noises associated with oral sex.

It quickly became a race to greater ecstasy, him skillfully eating out her pussy while she skillfully sucked his dick. He showed both a knowledge and a fondness for female anatomy, really getting in deep and stimulating those extra-sensitive areas that made Olivia shudder with bliss. It put her on the fast-track to orgasm. Even for an IDN match, it was pretty remarkable.

She tried to return the favor by showing how much she loved the taste of a good cock, licking and slurping along his rigid length as though it were her favorite treat. The feeling of his hard, throbbing man-flesh around her lips was so intimate and hot. She’d never hid her fondness of that taste, but no one had given her so much incentive to savor it. Patrick just had that effect on her, going above and beyond that of most matches.

As much as she tried to keep up, though, her intense desire for a release proved too great. All that stimulation within her most sensitive areas sent her to the brink of ecstasy. Race or no race, her needs converged with the wonders of female biology.

“Ohhh Patrick!” she gasped, having to cease her oral sex as her climax approached. “I’m going to…going to…come!”

“Already?” he said. “Guess we just found out.”

He kept the stimulation coming, using his fingers and tongue to carry her over the edge and into the sea of euphoria that awaited. In that moment, the relief she sought manifested in an intense, tangible feeling.

The feeling washed over her like a wave at the beach on a hot summer day. Surges of heat and pleasure ripped through her body, causing her toes to curl and her back to arch. Her pussy throbbed in accord with each wave, like a drum beat to the euphoria. Olivia wasn’t usually that animated during orgasm, but she gladly made an exception.

Patrick didn’t seem to mind, though. He didn’t mind licking up her feminine juices, either. He really did love oral sex. She shouldn’t have been too surprised, given what his profile revealed through the IDN. It still didn’t do justice to the feeling he gave her.

“That was just what I needed…almost,” Olivia said breathlessly, her mind still swimming in bliss.

“Almost?” Patrick questioned.

“Of course,” she said seductively. “You didn’t think…it would be that easy, did you?”

Following her lingering desires, Olivia rose up off him and crawled to the edge of the bed, remaining on all fours so that he had a perfect view of her butt and her still-dripping pussy. She then playfully twerked her hips, as if to invite him in for more pleasure.

“You’ve proven you love oral,” Olivia said. “Now prove you love pumping a pussy with your cock.”

“You really want me to prove that?” he asked curly.

“Among other things,” she quipped. “Plus, I’m better with my pussy than I am with my lips!”

“Is that a tease or a dare?”

“Well, like you said, there’s one obvious way to find out,” she said, mirroring his words and tone from earlier.

Patrick didn’t need any further convincing. Still wielding a rock-hard dick and plenty of unmet needs of his own, he shot up from the bed and positioned himself behind her. She could feel the intensity of his lust in the way he grabbed her by the waist, aligned her butt with his pelvis, and guided his dick to her pussy. Like a thirsty animal approaching a crystal-clear stream, he craved relief every bit as much as her.

“That’s it,” Olivia said, goading him with her tone and gaze. “Do it! Fuck me as much as you need…and then some.”

“And then some…right,” Patrick said with a manly grin.

He must have taken that as a dare because as soon as he entered her, Olivia’s world started rocking. It started with a single hard thrust, his rigid manhood plunging into her vagina, which was moist from her orgasm. Their flesh united so seamlessly, once again reflecting how well the IDN had matched them. From there, an outburst of lust, desire, and humping followed.

“Oohhh yeah!” Patrick moaned. “You…you’re right! Your pussy…so hot and tight!”

“That’s it! Do it harder! Fuck me harder!” Olivia urged. “Let me give you want you need!”

He eagerly accepted her invitation, tightening his grip on her hips as he intensified the rhythm. Freed from restraint, Patrick unleashed the full breadth of his lust, pumping his cock into her with reckless abandon. His every moan and grunt echoed with the savory bliss of a man fulfilling his most fundamental desires.

Olivia loved hearing those grunts, especially from a man who’d just given her an orgasm. The bed shook as their bodies moved in a heated outburst of sexual energy. The sound of his pelvis smacking against her butt filled the room, along with a steady stream of grunts and moans. She just held onto the edge of the bed, bucking her hips and tensing her inner muscles with each thrust. With every movement came raw, chaotic sensations of ecstasy.

It was not the tender, affectionate brand of sex. There was a time and place for that sort of thing. Neither she nor Patrick were in that frame of mind. They knew what they needed and the IDN matched them with each other to meet those needs. It was a beautiful, blissful thing.

“This is it,” Olivia said within her lustful daze, “this feeling…coming together…this is why it’s so important.”

Closing her eyes and smiling like a drunk, she let out an extra-loud string of moans that further encouraged Patrick. As he kept fucking her, he shifted his grip to her breasts, giving them a nice squeeze as the bed shook harder. It further supplemented the sensations, sending her to the brink of another orgasm. She wasn’t as vocal about it before, but she couldn’t exactly hide it when her body shuddered once more from the pleasure.

“You came again, didn’t you?” Patrick said into her ear. “That’s good. The more my lady comes…the harder I come!”

Like a man on a mission, he stepped up the pace of their sex. He withdrew from her briefly, turned her over, and laid her down on her back, hitching her legs over his shoulders in the process. From there, he entered her again and resumed his heated humping, now really putting his legs and back into it. Olivia, her body already swimming in a sea of bliss, just clung to the bed sheets and held on for the ride.

It was like pent up steam, unleashed after being pent up and contained for too long. It shouldn’t have felt that long. She’d been at the same facility a week ago where the IDN matched her with another man who’d given her simple, unrushed sex. Most of the time, it was enough. Sometimes, she needed more. On rare, special occasions, though, her match went above and beyond.

“You feel that, Ms. June? I’m close…real close!” Patrick seethed, his eyes now locked on hers. “Hold on! I’m going to…let it all out!”

“Yes, Patrick! Do it…let it out…inside me!” Olivia moaned through heavy panting.

She watched as the handsome man’s face tensed in anticipation of his release. She urged him on with her seductive gaze, encouraging him to satisfy all those burning desires and then some.

Their naked bodies – now glistening with sweat, a natural byproduct of such heated sex – moved together in one last sprint towards the finish. Olivia supplemented his every thrust, shifting her body in accord with the intimate rhythm. That helped guide Patrick to the brink and beyond, finally achieving that badly-needed release.

“Ohhh I’m coming!” he exclaimed.

It was like the finale to a fireworks show, watching the determined man on top of her throw his head back and let out a cry of ecstasy and triumph. She admired every second of it while enjoying the extra feelings that came with it.

Olivia purred softly as she felt his manly fluids mix with her feminine juices. His member tensed within her inner folds, her inner muscles contracting hard as he released his load. She loved that hot, intimate feeling of a man’s cum filling her pussy. There was something about it that just made the feeling more satisfying.

Some older woman still thought that was weird, though. Olivia didn’t understand that. It wasn’t like every woman her age didn’t have a customizable implant that gave them total control over their fertility. She’d heard a few horror stories about the old days for when women had to rely on less effective methods, but that was the past. She wanted to enjoy the present.

With Patrick, there was plenty to enjoy and she made sure he got his share. She lingered with him, their naked bodies entwined as they caught their breath. When the orgasmic process concluded, Patrick cast her an affectionate grin.

“We…really needed that,” he told her.

“Yeah…we did,” Olivia said, smiling back.

“I’m still not sure who needed it more, though.”

“Does it matter?”

“Hell no!”

They shared a good laugh and an affectionate kiss. After their lips parted, Patrick withdrew from her and laid down next to her. Olivia remained on her back, feeling so relaxed and refreshed she was practically glowing. It was just the kind of fulfillment she’d sought. She shuddered to think how she’d keep her sanity without that feeling.

“You know, it’s times like this I feel grateful,” she said as she curled up to her equally-satisfied match.

“Tell me about it,” Patrick said with a content sigh. “Good sex is good for the mind, body, and everything in between!”

“I totally agree, but it’s not just that. I mean…we live in a world where there are places like this,” she went on, “simple, well-run facilities where the IDN can connect us with the people who can fulfill our most basic needs.”

“It sure as hell beats trying to find those people on our own. Makes me feel bad for my grandparents. I can’t imagine how they managed without it.”

“They did, but we don’t have to,” Olivia said, “and that makes it even more satisfying. We’ve got networks that can connect us with people who can satisfy us, places where we can meet, and nobody getting in our way of pursuing our desires.”

“What a world, huh?

“What a world, indeed. I don’t know what it was like before we could just walk into a building, enter our data, and get the great, satisfying sex that we need, but I’m so glad it’s a thing of the past!”

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“The Promotion” A Sexy Short Story

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The following is a sexy short story I wrote about getting ahead in your career and celebrating it in the sexiest way possible. Enjoy!

“A new day, a new office, and a big promotion,” said Jonathan Zander with a beaming smile. “I’ve earned this!”

It was the culmination of a decade of toil. After working so hard for the most prominent investment firm in the state, he had achieved something that had once seemed impossible. He started as an intern, getting people coffee, printing out presentations, and organizing meetings for low pay and no overtime. Now, he was a full-fledged executive director, complete with a yearly bonus, his own parking spot, and a private office.

It might not have been the biggest office in the building, but it was still a major step up from the cramped cubical he’d worked in as an intern. It had once belonged to his supervisor, who had mentored him for the past seven years. He had since retired and was instrumental in helping Jonathan get the promotion. The office had been empty for over a month, but he intended to make it distinctly his.

“I’ll put my diploma over there,” Jonathan said to himself, pointing out blank spaces on the wall, “and that picture of me and my dad at the Super Bowl will go there. I can maybe get some artwork from my sister if she has any, but I can just as easily get some from that convention next week. And this time, I’ll actually be able to afford it!”

He kept on smiling, even as he set his box of personal effects on the large mahogany desk. He was still getting used to the idea of not being underpaid. He’d spent the last decade paying down his student loan debts and living frugally in rented apartments with unreliable roommates. That was about to change. Jonathan already planned to move into his own place by the end of the month. That was just the beginning.

“With a fat bonus comes a new suite, better furniture, and maybe even a new car at some point,” Jonathan said to himself, his mind still racing from all the exciting possibilities. “It will be nice to actually drive to work in something that isn’t 12 years old and bought at a discount from my grandfather.”

He’d worked so hard to find success doing what he loved. He intended to enjoy the hell out of it.

As an executive, there was no dead end to his job. Jonathan was no longer just some replaceable office grunt. He had influence, authority, and flexibility. He could help direct the company forward and reap the inevitable rewards. That was what he had wanted after seeing his father toil with the post office for decades. He sought more and he was willing to work for it.

There would be plenty of time for that later on, though. At the moment, it was Friday evening and most of the staff had already left for the day. Jonathan was tempted to join them, but opted to get a head start on setting up his new work space. He was too excited to just go home and wait for the next phase of his career to begin. Looking out his window, which had an awesome view of the park space just outside the building, he marveled at how far he had come.

“All that hard work…the late nights, the impossible deadlines, and the coffee enemas…I did way more than I thought I could do,” Jonathan mused. “My dad told me that hard work can’t just be for the sake of working. It has to be for something greater. Guess it’s up to me to figure out how great it’ll be.”

That was still the most daunting prospect of his new job. Jonathan had spent so much time working for others. The idea that others would work for him in the name of his vision for the company still hadn’t sunk in. He had to adjust quickly because there was plenty more he hoped to achieve.

“Excuse me, Mr. Zander?” said an unexpected female voice. “Do you have a moment?”

Jonathan turned around to see a young woman standing in the doorway to his new office. She looked like one of those cute secretaries the old CEO loved to hire, complete with a low-cut skirt, polished heels, and a blouse that seemed a size too small. Never one to turn away from a pretty girl, he welcomed her in.

“Sure,” he said to her. “Come on in. Are you one of Sheila Grant’s new assistance in HR?”

“No. I’m actually a…well, I guess you could call me an office temp,” she said coyly.

“Oh? What kind of temp?”

“The kind your old boss hired for the sole purpose of celebrating your promotion,” she told him.

Jonathan was taken aback, somewhat. He recognized the undertone in that woman’s voice. He had been to his share of bachelor parties to know what it implied. Upon seeing the woman close the door to his office behind her and lock it, he began filling in the blanks.

It seemed outrageous. He’d heard rumors about certain people hiring strippers and prostitutes for executives, but Jonathan thought they were just perverse water cooler talk. Now that he was an executive, though, those rumors took on a very different meaning.

“My name is Daisy,” the woman continued. “I guess you could call me a ‘personal motivator.’ I specialize in helping aspiring executives stay driven, so to speak.”

“That sounds…useful,” Jonathan said, not acknowledging the overt innuendo in her tone. “How exactly do you go about that?”

The young woman casually walked over to him, revealing in the process that the top part of her blouse was already unbuttoned, exposing her ample cleavage. It was, by no means, appropriate office attire. However, Jonathan felt little inclination to report her to HR. If anything, he had a feeling that his old supervisor had circumvented HR.

The way she walked did not imply that she had come directly from business school. The way she swayed her hips and glared at him with seductive eyes made it seem like she’d come right from a strip club. Knowing as that there was a strip club less than four blocks from the office, the possibilities were plenty feasible.

When she reached him, she stood so close that her ample breasts actually touched his chest. He could already smell the makeup, eye-liner, and high-end lipstick. Still standing by the window, Jonathan didn’t move in inch in any direction.

“I could spend the next half-hour explaining my unique talents,” Daisy told him, skillfully snaking her arms around his neck, “or I could just show you.”

“That might be optimal,” Jonathan said, already sounding like an executive. “In my experience, people learn by doing and not listening.”

“I couldn’t agree more. That’s why I think you’ll love my technique!”

The attractive young woman ditched the innuendo from that point and lured him into a kiss. As soon as her lips touched his, he was intoxicated by the intensely sensual taste. It was like tasting literal success, so sweet and rewarding. Whether or not Daisy was the literal manifestation of his success was a matter of perspective…one that he did not care to rationalize at the moment.

Kissing her did more than just affirm his success. It got all the blood in his body flowing in a certain direction. That reminded him that he was a healthy heterosexual man who hadn’t had time for a relationship. His work made finding love – or meaningless sex, for that matter – a challenge subject to serious time constraints. Having not known the intimate touch of a woman for a while, it was nothing short of refreshing.

“Mmm…I like it already!” Jonathan said after their lips parted.

“Oh I’m just getting started, Mr. Zander,” Daisy said, sounding sexy, yet serious. “Have a seat. The real presentation is about to begin!”

She kissed him again, snaking her arms around his neck in the process. He boldly returned the gesture, slipping his hands around her waist and feeling up her womanly curves over that not-so-modest dress of hers. As he felt her up, she guided him away from the window and towards his new desk. Jonathan offered no resistance, going along with Daisy’s unusual technique.

He soon found himself sitting on the edge of his desk, his legs dangling over as the young woman stood in front of him. His hands still on her waist, he could already feel his pants tightening. Daisy even seemed to realize that and grazed her thigh up against the growing bulge.

“Hold still,” she said upon breaking the kiss again. “This office getup is feeling very itchy.”

Then, her seductive gaze never once diverting from him, Daisy began taking off her clothes. She didn’t do it casually, either. She was slow and sensual, strategically unbuttoning her blouse so that he could watch her breasts steadily tumble out. She was just as subtle when she unzipped the back of her skirt, turned around, and casually slid it off down her thighs, revealing a red G-string thong that perfectly augmented her shapely butt.

It confirmed what Jonathan had suspected. She was a stripper, most likely one that his old boss had hired before for other executives. Given how comfortable she was stripping in a stranger’s office, Jonathan surmised she had done it before and gotten it down to a system.

“Well, that’s one way to deal with uncomfortable office clothes,” he joked.

“Speak for yourself, Mr. Casual-Friday,” Daisy teased while feeling up the in-seam of his custom-made suit.

“It’s not that bad,” he said, “although it does get a little confining when it’s this hot.”

“Well, in that case, why don’t I help with that?”

Jonathan didn’t say a word. He just cast her a goofy grin, which told her everything he needed to tell her. Looking quite comfortable in her bra and thong underwear, Daisy went to work undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and pulling them down to his ankles, boxers and all.

His semi-erect manhood freed, Jonathan already felt a light sweat forming on his forehead. As Daisy narrowed her gaze on his lower anatomy, he quickly undid his tie and unbuttoned his dress shirt.

“Oh my,” she said playfully. “You keep that confined in those tight pants all day? You have earned this promotion!”

“I like to think that’s one of the reasons I’ve earned it,” he quipped.

“Well, it looks like it needs some professional attention. Lean back a bit and I’ll get the job done.”

“I look forward to seeing you demonstrate your skills.”

They both laughed at their shared tone. It resembled that of an executive and an assistant in a serious business meeting. It would’ve been cheesy if Jonathan didn’t enjoy it so much. He even found it extra arousing, although that might have just been a byproduct of not having sex for so long.

That wait was almost over, though. As he fumbled to get his shirt off, Daisy dropped to her knees and began giving him oral sex. She made it clear from the beginning, though, that she was a true pro.

“Oohhh, Ms. Daisy!” Jonathan moaned. “Your skills…they’re amazing!”

The beautiful woman glanced up at him, showing an eagerness and motivation that any executive could respect. She wanted his approval, just as he had wanted approval from his former boss and she really worked for it.

She was so thorough, grasping the base of his shaft with one hand while stroking the shaft with the other. She carefully, but fervently worked her lips along the length of his dick, using her tongue to stimulate all those sensitive areas. It felt so good, sending shudders of bliss coursing through his body.

Jonathan had barely managed to get his shirt off, now leaning back on his desk as he soaked in the feeling. He watched her work with such dedication. At one point, she released her grip on the base of his shaft and used it to undo her bra.

“Looks like I’ll need more advanced techniques,” Daisy said intently.

He just grinned back at her in approval, watching as those voluptuous breasts of hers hung free. He couldn’t tell whether they were real. He didn’t really care, though. Daisy showed that she knew how to use them, positioning his dick right between her fleshy mounds and using them to initiate a full-fledged tit-fuck.

“Ohhh yeah!” Jonathan moaned. “That feels…so advanced.”

“Like I said…I’m a professional,” Daisy said seductively.

Up and down, his manhood slid smoothly between her breasts. He still couldn’t determine whether they were natural or fake. He honestly couldn’t care less.

Blissful moans soon morphed into labored grunts. His dick went from just erect to rock hard. Daisy certainly took notice. She even seemed to take pride in it, being able to get a man that aroused with her tits and mouth. It was the mark of a true professional, which seemed quite fitting, given the circumstances.

“Wow! Talk about hard work paying off,” Daisy said.

“Hard…that’s for sure,” said Jonathan, already breathless.

“You worked just as hard to get here, Mr. Zander. Hard work should be rewarded. That’s what I intended to give you.”

“You mean you haven’t already?”

“Are you kidding? That was just the appetizer. Now, it’s time for the main course!”

With a lurid tone in her voice and a seductive glint in her eye, Daisy rose back to her feet and kicked off her heels. She then turned around, showing him that perfect ass of hers again, and slid off her thong.

Jonathan’s mouth watered at the sight of her butt and pussy. He even noticed that she was aroused, a sign that she was among the lucky few in the world who actually enjoyed her job. That didn’t just give them something in common. It put them on the same page.

“Tell me, Mr. Zander,” said Daisy, turning around and showing him all her naked glory. “How do you want to celebrate your promotion?”

“If I had to choose,” Jonathan said, already enchanted by the sight, “I’d pick you up in my arms, set you down on my fancy new desk, and fuck you until I came all over your tits.”

“Is that so?” she said curly. “Well, you’re in luck. That just happens to be my kind of celebrating!”

Now, it was Jonathan’s turn to grin playfully. Throwing aside his dress shirt and kicking off his overpriced shoes, the newly-minted executive got off the desk and seized the moment in the name of celebrating his success.

He slipped his arms around Daisy, savoring the feeling of her naked skin pressing up against his, and kissed her intently. She eagerly kissed back, jumping up into his arms and throwing her legs around his waist. He instinctively caught her, which also gave him a perfect grip on her butt. It left him feeling empowered, the flesh of a naked woman pressing meshing with his. Jonathan longed to exercise that power, celebrating the promotion that he worked so hard to earn.

As their lips and tongues twirled in their lustful embrace, he set her down on the polished desk in the exact position he’d been in moments ago. Daisy kept her legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to his shoulders as he positioned himself in front of her, aligning his dick with her wet entrance.

“You ready?” he asked her, his every word radiating with lust.

“Let the celebrating begin!” Daisy proclaimed.

Heeding her words, Jonathan grabbed hold of her waist and thrust his hips forward, driving his throbbing cock into her. In an instant, he felt the hot warmth of womanly flesh surrounding his manhood. The process was so smooth, his arousal complementing hers. They each let out a blissful moan. From there, they the real celebration began.

His feet planted firmly on the freshly-cleaned rug, Jonathan began humping the beautiful woman in his grasp. Together, their naked bodies rocked in a vigorous rhythm. Like a well-oiled piston, his cock pumped within her pussy. The sound of his pelvis smacking against hers filled the room, along with the light squeaking noise of the fancy desk. Something about that motivated him to intensify the movements, as though it were a manifestation of his hard work.

“Yes! Ohhh yes!” Daisy cried out. “That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me like a big, strong executive! Ooh I’m coming already!”

She could’ve been faking it. She probably was, but she sure sounded convincing. Jonathan could feel her inner folds throbbing around his dick. The gasps turned to squeals. Rather than just cling to his shoulders, she dug her nails right into his skin. It strong, but in the best possible way.

Fake or not, Jonathan felt even more motivated. Shifting his hands from her waist to her thighs, he pushed he legs farther apart so he could thrust in deeper. He also kissed down her neck, tasting the light sweat that had already formed on her skin. More moans followed. It was like the sweetest music coupled with his favorite treat, the ultimate desert to go along with a momentous event.

“Daisy,” Jonathan grunted, “you like being fucked…by an executive?”

“Yes! I love it! I fucking love it!” she affirmed with surprising enthusiasm.

“Then that’s…how I’ll fuck you!”

In another show of his newfound authority, Jonathan withdrew his cock from her briefly so that he could reposition the naked woman in his grasp. With strength he didn’t remember having before he got promoted, he pulled her off the desk, turned her around, and bent her over so that her breasts were mashed up against the polished wood. Now facing that heart-shaped ass of hers, he thrust his cock back into her and resumed his vigorous humping.

“Oh yeah! Ohhh fuck yeah!” Jonathan seethed. “This…is how…an executive fucks!”

Daisy responded with more blissful moans. He already sounded like a new man, one far removed from the quiet intern he’d been ten years ago. He’d worked hard to become that man and he was already loving it.

Daisy must have loved it too. In fact, she seemed to have a fetish for powerful men in business. She kept loudly proclaiming that she was having an orgasm. The more she said it, the less certain he was that she was faking it. That might have been due to his position in a major company and not his sexual prowess, but Jonathan didn’t care. If he could celebrate his promotion and make a beautiful woman climax, then that was just an awesome bonus.

He worked just as hard to make their sex both memorable and momentous. As the desk shook and Daisy’s body rocked, Jonathan felt himself approaching his peak. It might have been the most intense peak he’d felt since his ex-girlfriend dressed up as a sexy librarian in college. It was like a volcano ready to erupt and, like his promotion, it required a little extra effort to achieve it.

“Daisy! I…I’m close!” he told her. “I’m ready…to come!”

“I’m ready too, Mr. Zander,” Daisy replied.

With their lusts perfectly in synch, Jonathan pulled out of her again and she quickly turned around so that she could drop her to knees again. Just as before, she put those voluptuous breasts of hers to good use, pressing his throbbing cock between them. From that position, he slid his manhood between those fleshy mounds of his until he crossed that final threshold.

“Oohhh Daisy!”

After those fateful words, the volcano of pent up desire erupted. Holding onto her head, Jonathan closed his eyes and threw his head back as the feeling washed over him like a tsunami of pure ecstasy. It was incredible, his throbbing releasing a thick load of cum onto the beautiful woman’s amble cleavage. From head to toe, the sensations rippled through his body in a surge of pleasure, power, and accomplishment.

The volume of manly fluid surprised Daisy as much as it did him. She even gasped somewhat at how much ended up on her face. It had definitely been a while for him. A lot of feelings had been pent up in his effort to advance his career. As tough as it had been, the end result was worth it…even if it was somewhat messy.

“Wow!” Daisy said. “So much cum…you really did work hard for this.”

“Yeah…hard,” he said, still an orgasmic daze.

They both laughed somewhat as Daisy used her tits to extract every last drop from his manhood. She even made sure to lick up the bits that lingered. Once the ecstasy passed, Jonathan let out the most content sigh he had experienced in over a decade.

He ended up leaning back on his desk, sitting down on the floor next to the naked woman who still had his cum dripping from her tits. She didn’t seem to mind, though. She even pulled him into a light embrace, as if to offer once last round of congratulations for what he achieved.

“A job well done, Mr. Zander,” she told him.

“Speak for yourself, Ms. Daisy,” Jonathan laughed.

“You’re going to make a great executive here. I look forward to celebrating your future achievements with you.”

“So do I,” he told her, “and don’t worry. I’ll have plenty of achievements worth celebrating in the future. I promise!”

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