A Cheater is Born

I was sitting in the club still fuming at the argument I had with my husband.  I never thought that marriage meant less sex, more cooking and cleaning, and having someone argue with you all the time.  He hadn't even wanted me to come out for my friend's birthday without him, but he didn't want to join us.
In trying to cheer me up, my friends made me wear this ridiculously small dress, and shoes that could be classified as stilts.  Even if I was in the mood to dance, I wouldn't be able to join them on the dance floor for fear of falling, or having my ass or breasts pop out of the dress.
I was at the point where I wanted to leave, I didn't want to be in this club anymore, I just wanted to be alone.  I reached for my purse, and that's when I saw him standing by the bar.  He was magnificent, definitely over six feet tall, perfectly chiseled muscles, tattoos on his forearms, disappearing under his shirt.  His tight deep V shirt exposed pecs that I just wanted to feel with my hands.  He was across the room from, but when I locked eyes, I could feel him exuding sexuality.  He smiled at me and started making his way towards, me, keeping his eyes locked on mine.  There were people dancing all around, but he still managed to walk with a sexy, solid stride that only a real man can do.  He sat next to me, making sure our bodies touched.  He put his hand on my inner thigh, whispering in my ear, "It doesn't look like you're enjoying yourself, I thought I could make your evening better for you."  I was speechless, my skin on fire under his touch, his fingers grazing the crease between my thigh and pussy. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hide the fact that he was arousing me, he could probably feel the moisture welling between my legs, and the dress I was wearing would never hide the fact that my nipples were rock hard. I couldn't say anything, all I could do was stare at him with my lips parted.  He had a beautiful solid jawline, a five o'clock shadow that would deliciously scratch my body wherever his face touched my body, and lips I just wanted to taste.
I could feel his breathe caressing my neck, sending shivers up and down my spine.  He started moving his fingers on my thigh, brushing my pussy lips.
"I can't"  I tried to whisper, but the words wouldn't leave my mouth, I wanted him, and even if I said no, my body was betraying me, showing him how he affected me. My leg moved on its own accord, giving him better access to me.  He chuckled, "You may be trying to say no, but your body is betraying you."  He parted my lips with his fingers, rubbing my juices all over.  My eyes were on the people on the dance floor, but all that existed for me at that moment were his fingers sliding in and out of me, and the delicious feel of my throbbing, hard nipples.  I could feel my clit swelling with every thrust, the music pounding, and the cries and laughter of the people dancing was just background noise for me, all that existed was what he was doing.  He slipped his fingers out of me, teasing my clit and kissing neck. His fingers were playing with me, pinching me, flicking me, I don't think I had ever been so ready for someone in my life. I started to breathe faster, and he started to rub me harder, until I could feel my clit start to pulse, sending waves of pleasure throughout my whole body.  I grabbed him, bringing my mouth to his so my screams and cries of pleasure were muffled by his mouth as I came.  When I was done, he slipped his fingers out of me and brought them to my mouth, "Taste yourself," I obeyed, running my tongue all over his fingers, but keeping my eyes locked on his the whole time.
When his fingers were clean,  he grabbed my hand and stood up, pulling me from my seat.  I didn't care that my feet hurt as he led me through the dance floor, my heart was pounding with the music, I wanted to see what he had in store for me.  He led me to the bathroom, locking the stall door behind us, he bent me over and spread my legs apart.  He grabbed my ass, squeezing it before he spanked me, making my as nice and red as he slipped his cock into me.  He started fucking me, pounding me almost violently, sending shocks of pleasure throughout my body.  He pulled out, admiring my ass, spanking it and spanking my pussy over and over until I was whimpering from the pain my desire to have his cock in me again.  finally, when my ass was stinging without him having to spank me again, he grabbed my hips and impaled me with his cock, driving in and out of me with a force I had never felt before.  He drove in and out of me over and over, but when it was time for him to cum, he grabbed my hair and yanked my head to his cock, lightly tapping the side of my face, "Open your mouth,"  he commanded.  I obeyed again, and he came right in my mouth, filling it with his warm juices.
He let go of my hair and zipped up his pants.  I stayed bent over, panting, trying to give my body time to recover and collect itself.
"I'll give you a ride home."
I looked at him stunned as I straightened up, fixing my dress, "I came with my friends, they'll be worried if I leave without them.'
He grabbed my hand, pulling it towards him, opening my purse, taking my cellphone out, "Text the, tell them that you're taking a cab home, I'm not done with you yet."
I don't know what came over me that night, but yet again, I obeyed him and did exactly what he asked, and I followed him out of the club, to his car.
As I sat in his car, feeling the smooth warm leather against my skin, my mind started to race, I had just let a complete stranger finger me in a room with hundreds of people, and then fuck me in a bathroom stall, and there I was, sitting in a car with him!
About halfway to my house, he unzipped his pants, letting his hard cock spring out again.  He grabbed the back of my head, and pushed me to his cock.  He didn't have to say anything to me, I started to work his cock, licking it, sucking it, tasting it, running my tongue up and down his shaft, sucking his balls, then working my way back up to his tip before taking him in my mouth, all the way down to my throat.  It was so nice to have such a nice hard juicy cock in my mouth, I was enjoying sucking him as much as he was enjoying his blow job.  His fingers were tangled in my hair as he guided me up and down his cock, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always deep.  It seemed that every time I gagged on him, it turned him on even more.  The grip he had on my hair was becoming painful as he was getting closer to cumming.  He pushed my head down on his cock with almost the same force he had fucked my pussy in the bathroom stall. I could feel him getting harder and engorging, until he yanked my hair and pulled me off his cock, spilling his juices all over his face.  When he was done, I sat back trying to catch my breathe against his leather seat, my face full of his cum.  He handed me tissues so I could clean up as he drove up to my house.  Hi slipped his fingers between my legs again, but this time it didn't take long for me to cum, it happened almost instantaneously.  It was exhilarating to know that  I was in front of my house with another man and I had just had the second orgasm of the night.
I looked at him knowing that my husband would never fuck me like that, and I absolutely loved it.   I hesitated before getting out of the car.  I opened my purse, taking one of my business cards out and handing it to him, "My husband is out of town next week, call me."  And with that I slipped out of the car, I wasn't sure if he would call or not, but I definitely knew that I ended up enjoying my night. As I slipped into my house, I heard him drive off.

© EllieGaude 2014 elligaude.blogspot.com

Birthday Tryst

This story is based on events that almost happened and should have been…you know who you are!

It doesn’t matter how old I get, my birthday always remains an incredibly important time of year for me.  Most people celebrate with a dinner or a party, but not me, my celebrations last for weeks, maybe even a month.  This past year was no different. My friend and I decided to have Friday night drinks at the bar that we go to on a weekly basis to celebrate, and seeing as it was my birthday I decided to get all dolled up.  I slipped on my hot pink dress, letting my copper hair fall over my shoulders in large waves, my eyes a smoky charcoal, my lips a hot pink to match my dress and beautiful black stilettos on my feet. 

As I slipped into my friend’s car, I admired how amazing she looked in her little black dress, red lips and long black hair falling down her back.  We made our way to the bar as we do every week, trying to guess who would be working that night, and we were so delighted when we saw our favorite bartender standing behind the bar.  Every time he works we always sit there talking about him, wondering what his cock would be like and what it would be like to taste it.  These were just fantasies, we never even thought about acting on them.  That night, there was something about him, or maybe it was my excitement, or let’s be honest, the alcohol, but he looked hotter than usual.  The minute he say us walking in, he came right to us to say hello, and in a flash, he had our usual drinks on the counter right in front of us.  Aside from my regular double whiskey and gingerale, he poured us some jaeger shots to help me celebrate my birthday.  All night the drinks flowed for us, some we ordered, some were offered to us, but all were greatly appreciated.

As usual when you put two women in their thirties together and add alcohol to the mix, our conversation got racier and racier, the bartender spending more and more time with us as we joked about wanted to have sex with him, teasing him as we told him what we’d like to do to him.  I could tell he wanted to stay next to us, but on a Friday night, it’s just too busy to stay with two clients all the time.  His absence did nothing to stop us from describing all the things we want to do to each other, I was getting so aroused, I could feel the moisture welling between my legs, and by the flush in her cheeks, I could tell that my friend was extremely aroused to.  I leaned closer to her to tell her that I was really turned on and wanted to wait for our bartender to finish his shift, I felt her slip her hand onto my thigh, squeezing it a little.  I got so turned on, much to my surprise, I had never had a woman touch me like this, and when I didn’t say anything, she slipped her hand further up my leg, brushing my pussy lips, feeling my arousal.

I was so shocked by what she was doing, she was trying to finger me, right there at the bar in front of everyone, I pulled my leg away and jumped up, making an excuse that I needed to use the bathroom and ran off.  I needed some time to collect myself, think of what I was doing and to cool off a little before I went back to the bar.  This couldn’t happen between us, she is my best friend, could it? When my heart stopped pounding, and I was ready to go back, I unlocked the bathroom door, and as I opened it, there she was, pushing herself into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as she pushed me up against the wall, pressing her lips against mine in a rough commanding kiss.

Her tongue pushed into my mouth, as her hand slipped up my thighs, pinching them, teasing them.  She worked me, kissing me, rubbing my inner thigh and my crease, but always avoiding my pussy, her other hand going to the top of the dress as she yanked it down letting my breasts slide out.  Her mouth left mine panting as her lips locked onto my nipples, flicking at them with her tongue and biting them.  I cupped her breasts as her fingers slipped into me, feeling my wetness and desire for her.  I was biting my lips as she slipped her fingers deep into me and out again and I rubbed her nipples through her dress.  I wanted to beg her to let me cum right then and there, moans were escaping my lips, and I could feel the smile on her lips as she worked my nipples.

Our mood was almost killed when we heard the door open, and of all people,  it was our bartender standing in the doorway, mouth slightly open, eyes wide, staring at us.  The three of us were standing there looking at each other, her fingers still in my pussy, my breasts out and mine hands on hers.  But he didn’t even skip a beat when he closed the door behind him and walked up to us.  He grabbed my legs, spreading them wide, pushed my friend down so she was bent over, her head to my pelvic area.  We knew what he wanted of us.  She spread my lips out, runner her tongue along my outer lips, tasting me, nibbling on me as I moaned and sighed in pleasure.  Our bartender got to his knees and started doing the same to my friend, her moans sending the most delicious vibrations along my pussy.  He spread her cheeks apart, kissing her thighs, teasing her, making her want him and in one swift movement he slipped his tongue into her pussy fucking her with it as he worked her clit with his fingers.  Her moans becoming more and more intense, she locked her lips around my clit and started sucking on my, working me until I felt the most amazing vibrations pulse through my pussy and take over my whole body sending waves of pleasure everywhere.  I fell back away from her spent, dropping to my knees, kissing her, tasting myself on her lips as he continued fucking her with his tongue and playing with her clit until I felt her grab onto me her body shaking from the pleasure as she came right into his mouth.

He got up, licking his lips and wiping his mouth as straightened his shirt, “Breaks over ladies.” And with that he turned and left the room, leaving us there, panting and struggling to collect ourselves before somebody else came in there and found us.  We looked at each other and smiled knowing that our adventures that night weren’t over.  We went back to the bar and finished our evening, seeing a satisfied look on his face and in his eyes.  At the end of the night, we said our goodbyes, but instead of going to our car, we went to wait for him outside of his car in the parking lot.

The look of shock on his face when he got to us and saw us leaning on his car was completely priceless.  He unlocked the car, standing there with a questioning look on his face, I could tell he had no idea what to expect so I opened the door to his backseat, slipping in while grabbing his hand to pull him in, my friend slipping in on his other side.  She closed the door, pressing her lips against his.  I leaned into him, licking his neck as I unbuttoned his pants letting his thick hard cock spring out ready for whatever we wanted to do with him.

I lowered myself bringing my tongue to his cock, licking him, tasting him, running my tongue from his shaft all the way to the tip, circling it, teasing it. My friend joined me, licking him as I did, sometimes together, sometimes alone, sometimes kissing me with the cock between us.  We sucked on him bobbing our heads up and down, me taking him in so deep my throat was massaging his cock, gagging me, the tears in my eyes smudging my make-up.

We teased him and toyed with him, bringing him close to cumming and then back down again.  He was begging us to let him cum, but we didn’t, we wanted to have our fun to.  Finally my friend locked her lips on his cock, bobbing her head up and down until he pushed her off, cumming all over her face.  I leaned into her, licking her and cleaning her off, taking in every last drop of his cum, savoring it.  Once she was completely clean, I whispered in his ear, “Have a good night,” and we slipped out of his car, leaving him there panting, his cock out, and we made our way back to our car, giggling, me in love with my birthday celebrations this year.

© EllieGaude 2014 elligaude.blogspot.com

Cable Servicing

I was pacing around my apartment angry, the cable and telephone company had confirmed for 3 pm and at 5 pm they still hadn't arrived. It was only my first week in the city and there were a million things to do.

Finally at 5:30 my doorbell rang, he was finally here!  The whole time I was explaining to him where I wanted the television, the phone and the internet set up, I could tell he was only listening to fifty percent of what I was saying, the rest of the time, he was staring at my chest. 

I was at my desk trying to get work done, but my attention kept drifting back to him. The muscles of his legs stretched the fabric of his pants, his shirt taught over his chest and back, and the myscles of his arms bulging as he moved my furniture around. The way he moved, and worked at the eiring was completely sensuous. 

After I realized 30 minutes had passed since I got any work done, I decided it was best for me to change rooms, go somewhere where he wasn't in my line of vision. 

I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, my hands shaking from desire, spilling water all over myself. I couldn't believe my clumsiness, how was I going to speak to him with the front of my dress all wet?

I went to my room to change, so nervous and preoocupied thst I didn't notice he was watching me through the crack in my bedroom door. I pulled my dress iver my head and was startled by a noise behind me. 

"What are you doing?!"  I couldn't believe his audacity walking into my room like that!

His eyes were fixed on my breasts, a smirk on his face, "I saw you looking at me."

My heart was pounding, "That wasn't an invitation!" This guy was definitely smoking hot.  My brain was telling me to move, but every inch of the rest of my body was telling me otherwise.  I was ready for him, the mousture between my legs welling. 

It was as if he could read my mind, he slipped his hand between my legs, feeling my moisture, "I'm inviting myself," and with that ge threw me on the bed, tying my wrists together with cable wire. He pulled my pink lace panties off and pulled the cups of my pink bra under my breasts, exposing them.

I knew I should get away, but I didn't want to, I wanted him, my pussy wet, I wanted him to take me. 

He ran his fingers up and down my belly from my chest to my pubic, sometimes with a firm touch, sometimes with a soft touch. He sent waves of pleasure and anticipation all over my body.  I was covered in goosebumps. 

My body began to move in rhythm to his touch, but he wasn't ready to take me just yet, he replaced his fingers with his lips and tongue covering my whole body in soft kisses, teasing me with his tongue,.  My nipples were so hard, my pussy dripping wet, I was moaning, begging him to take me over and over again.  He was so careful not to touch my pussy as he covered me in kisses.

He brought himself to my nipples, suckling and nibbling on them, gently at first, but slowly increasing the intensity until he was pleasurably biting me, sending waves of pleasure and pain everywhere. 

It felt as if a fire had been ignited between my legs, I started pleading with him to take me, begging him, but he wouldn't stop. 

He lowered himself to my thighs, licking them, kissing the crease between my pussy and thighs.  Without thinking, I started to push my pelvis towards him wanting him to take me.  He teased me, caressed me, kissed me, licked me for an hour before he finally touched my pussy. 

He spread my lips apart, kissing and lapping his tongue on my outer lips, eorking his way to my inner lips. I could tell he was taking in my scent and taste, savouring me. He penetrated me with his tongue sliding it in and out until I was moaning and screaming for his cock. He slipped his tongue out and started sucking on my clit, while fingering me.  He sucked at me do aggressively there was no return, I was shaking and screaming in pleasure, my whole body rocking, ecstacy from my head to my toes. I could feel my cum pouring out of me onto the bed. 

He stood up, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, letting his thick cick spring out. He got onto the bed, grabbing my ankles, pushing them next to my ears as he impaled me.  He fuvked me ramming into me over and over so hard my head was being dlammed agsinst the headboard. I was screaming from the pleasure and pain. Then he let go, moaning as he pulled out cumming all over my belly. 

He buttoned his pants, pulling the invoice out of the pockets, throwing it next to me.

"I finished my work, I'll be letting myself out, thanks for the fuck."  He untied my wrists turned and left. 

It took fifteen minutes before I regained feeling in my legs, my pussy still throbbing from the hard fuck.

 © EllieGaude 2014 elligaude.blogspot.com

The Sales Encounter

I was sitting at my desk waiting for my next client, dreading my meeting with him.  He has businesses all over North America, needless to say, it would be an incredible account for the firm to get.  For some reason, he requested me., and I had no clue why.  He had already spoken to all of us on a conference call, and he also knew I'm the least experienced in the team, with the least power to negotiate.
Our meeting was supposed to start at 10:30, but 10:30 came and went.  I was so nervous that he wouldn't show up, that every minute after that felt like an absolute eternity.  At 10:45 when the secretary buzzed my office to announce his arrival, the sound of the phone and my tense nerves made me jump two feet off my seat.
I got up, straightened my skirt, fixed my jacket, took a deep breath of air before opening the door to go meet him.
There was nothing that could have prepared me for the man I saw standing in front of me.. He was definitely over six feet tall, thick black curly hair, clothes pulled tight over his smooth strong muscles all over his body, a strong jaw that makes a woman want to lick it, and the most delicious lips I had ever seen. Just looking at him brought dirty thoughts to my mind.  But the worst thing was the smirk he had on his face, telling me he knew what I was thinking. I collected myself, shook his hand and led him into my office.
There were a lot of aspects to the presentation so I led him to the couch to be able to spread the presentation on the coffee table in front of us.  For two hours I talked about our products, our services and how we could help his firm, basically the benefits of choosing us.
During the whole presentation, he kept leaning his body into me, brushing my thigh with his hands every time he went for a drink of his coffee.   I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it, in all honesty, I could feel the moisture welling between my legs.
He was asking me so many questions, putting me on the spot every time, watching me whenever I would get nervous with a smirk on his face.
Finally he grabbed the folder out of my hands and put it onto the table along with him.  He leaned into me and whispered,
"You're so fucking sexy when you're nervous, I knew I made the right choice when I asked for you."
The way his eyes were burning into me made me catch my breath.
All I managed to stammer was, "I'm sorry, what?"
His eyes were locked on mine as he whispered, " I want to know, do you like to get fucked like a whore?"
There was no fighting it now, I was wet, but we were in my workplace, and him a great potential client.  I stood up, "I'm sorry Mr.Black, but I'm not sure what this has to do with the presentation and your account with us."
My mistake was that when I stood I didn't't move away from him.  He grabbed my right thigh with his left hand and slipped his right hand right up my thigh, slipping his fingers between my panties and pussy.  I couldn't hide what he could feel, I was wet, engorged and ready for him!
He slipped his index and middle finger into me, sliding them in and out of me.  All I could do was gasp, painfully aware of my chest rising up and down as my breath quickened and my right leg moved of it's own accord to make more space for his hands.
He slipped his fingers out, rubbing my clit, working it, pinching it, flicking it, feeling it swell under his finger tips.  He released my thigh so he could remove my panties, handing them to me.
"I'm going to make you cum, put those in your mouth so you don't scream."  I couldn't even think about it, I just obeyed. He worked my clit until waves of pleasure washed all over my body almost making me fall over.  My moans muffled, but my eyes opened wide as I whimpered as I came. He bent me over, on the couch, spreading my legs, unzipped his pants letting his hard cock spring out, and he drove into me.  He grabbed my neck squeezing it with his left hand and pulled me towards him with his right. He rammed into me showing no mercy.  The violence of his pounding made me cum again, and only the force of his right hand holding me stopped me from falling.
With his left hand he grabbed my panties out of my mouth, grabbed my hair and yanked me to my knees facing him.
"Lick your juices off my cock and balls." I did exactly as I was told until he grabbed my head shoving his cock right down my throat.  I gagged and choked on him but didn't pull away.
He came into my mouth filling it with his salty taste. When he was done, he zipped his pants and sat on the couch, leaving me on the ground gasping for air, my make-up smeared, my hair messed up, my skirt at my waist and my panties in his hand.
"Sit down." He slipped my panties in his pocket, "I'm keeping these."
I sat next to him, "Now let's sign those papers."  As I got up I tried to pull my skirt down, but he stopped me, " I want you like that."   So for the next thirty minutes I sat next to him like that going over all the documents.
At the end he handed me his card, "this is my address, I want you there at eight tonight, I think with some work you could be the perfect little whore." He turned and left, leaving me to struggle to clean up and get dressed in case someone walked through the door.
I held his card in my hand knowing that at 8 pm that night I would be ringing his doorbell, curious to see what he would do to me.

© EllieGaude 2014 elligaude.blogspot.com