New Yorkers love a parade. Give us a reason to celebrate, and we’ll be out there with our flags and our confetti, making a ruckus. When people think “ticker-tape parade,” they usually envision pictures from the sixties—the one for John Glenn, the one for the Apollo 11. At least, I know I do. Those are the images I refer to in my mind: glorious black-and-white photos, snapshots culled from a different time. But ticker-tape parades continue to this day.

That said—I was never a die-hard sports fan. Don’t get me wrong. I am a New Yorker, so I love our teams. But I’m not the type of girl who celebrates a big win. Well, I wasn’t until the Giants won the Super Bowl.

I have a tiny view of Broadway from my office, and I could see a sliver of the Giants’ celebratory parade—and all of the ticker-tape snow. Most of my coworkers had gone to watch in person, but I decided to stay inside to get a little extra work done. I knew that the throngs of fans outside would make going out for lunch a hassle. The streets were full of rowdy people. But at least they were happy rowdy people.
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Getting laid had never entered my mind. In fact, the only thing I’d had on my mind was work. That is, until I found myself in that tiny little hotel in that tiny little town. It was right on the Pennsylvania line if I’m not mistaken. It was hotter than hell, and the air conditioning in my room was crap.

I first saw her out by the pool when I passed my window. Well, I didn’t so much pass it as inspect it to see if I could get it open. When I found I couldn’t, I cranked up my wheezing air unit and cut off the tip of a cigar. I’d go out by the pool and have a smoke. The temperature had to be cooler now that the sun was down.

And that was when I got a good look at her, bared on that chaise longue like she was sunning all of herself to a deep bronze. Only there wasn’t any sun just a neon reflection from the motel sign darting around in the water like a phantom fish.

“Hi,” I said. What did I have to lose?

“Hey.” She was long and pale, in what appeared to be a blue bikini but might have been black. Her hair was dark and cropped short, and she had a single thin hoop through her eyebrow. She was stunning in an edgy kind of way.

“Am I disrupting your quiet?” Even as I asked, trying to be chivalrous, my eyes roamed her flat belly, the divot of her navel, the barely covered “V” of her sex between her legs. Her breasts were big and real, and they strained against her bikini top.

“Nah, it’s fine.” She was silent and then asked, “Like what you see?”

Her words startled me. I’d been rude. “I’m sorry, I ”

Her legs fell open a little she was inviting me to look. I imagined I saw a small curling of short pubic hair at the edge of her briefs.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m bored.” She shifted again, and the suit moved just a little, so that I was almost positive I could see a hint of pussy flesh. The thought of her sex, wet and swollen beneath that tiny bit of fabric, made my dick hard

She wanted me to look. Did she want more?

I held my forgotten cigar, and my eyes ticked off the eight rooms that looked out on the pool. I was already considering the possibilities.

She saved me the thought. “You want to touch me?” Her bluntness was a turn on and refreshing. Then she pointed a long thin finger, starting at the left. Ticking off each room, much like I had, as she went. “Out, out, out. Those two units went to bed. That one is you and those two are empty.”

Reassured by her information, my hand strayed to my cock. I tried to be subtle, sliding the edge of my hand along my shaft to give myself a jolt. My eyes drifted shut a little, but still stayed trained on her tits.

“You don’t have to be sneaky,” she said. Even as I tried to process her words, she pulled her top down enough that her buxom breasts popped out.

I licked my lips and took another step toward her. She was pretty in an intense way sexy with a lazy man eater vibe. I couldn’t help it, though my eyes strayed back to the windows.

“You are a nervous one, aren’t you?” She sighed loudly as she stood, breasts swaying and making my cock that much harder. She had an hourglass figure and then some. With her shapely legs moving swiftly across the concrete, she crooked a finger at me. Come on.

I followed, watching her ample ass and flared hips the whole way. My mind was already racing. Were we just going to mess around? Was she a tease? Were we going to fuck?

There was only one way to find out. I moved faster when she ducked behind a small door. The inside of the concrete structure was dimly lit and smelled like pool chemicals and dampness.

She turned fast and then, before I could even blink, shimmied out of her bottoms and dropped her top. Bare and curvy, she was a vision to be sure. Her mound was covered by well groomed pubic hair, but part of me rejoiced that she had it at all. So many women don’t anymore.

Her hand found mine, and she covered her pussy with my hand, my fingers curling to her soft flesh on their own. “Hi, I’m Harper. And you are?”

“Wondering if I’m hallucinating.”

I’d been trying to make her laugh, and I succeeded. She grinned and said, “Name.”

I pushed a finger into her and felt her tight cunt grip my seeking digit.

“Never mind. I don’t want to know.” She tilted her hips to take in more, and I gave it to her, adding a second finger to the first.

“Should I be offended?” I didn’t mean it. I added a third finger, feeling her scalding heat surround my digits. She was rough and smooth and strange to me, and I wanted to fuck her. Badly.

“Nope. I’m just a lifeguard, no thing to be offended by.” She walked herself backward, until her lush ass hit a countertop. Then she hopped up and spread her legs, baring to me the rosy flush of her pussy lips.

I had my cock out before I could even exhale. A giant purse sat near her thigh, and she dug around inside it before tossing me a condom. And then it was a flash of rubber and me moving toward her, my rod out like a divining rod.

She parted her legs further, and the scent of pool water and her aroused cunt hit my nose. Her short fingernails painted black glowed against the condom as she guided me, running my dick along her dripping slit so that she purred like a cat.

It was an exercise in restraint not to drive into her fast and simply rut. But I kept my cool, letting her draw me in with a long leg wrapped around my waist, her mouth finding mine. She tugged her cherry colored nipples hard enough to stretch them out. It was so sexy, seeing the tight buds drawn out that way I had to sharpen my focus to keep from coming right that instant.

When she nipped my tongue, I dug my fingernails into her shoulders to hold her steady while I drove in deep, pushing her plush ass back a few inches on the old countertop.

“Right there, like that,” she said, and I gave her more of the same.

She bit me again, clamping down on my cock with her internal muscles, the walls of her cunt milking me with silky flesh.

“Like that, like that,” she said over and over, and I kept my tight grip on her until she rested the ledge of her teeth to my shoulder and came with a muffled cry.

Her dark eyes flashed as she watched me, and she tugged her puckered rosy nipples again reading my face, knowing I liked it. And I did. She sealed my fate when she lifted a generous breast and tongued her own stiff bud.

I came, driving into her and biting my lip in case any of my fellow travelers had returned or woken.

She blew out a sigh and grinned. “Thanks. Pool shift at night is either little kids or totally boring.”

“I’ve never heard of a night shift at a pool.”

“Me either, but they pay me.”

I wasn’t complaining. It had certainly worked out in my favor.

(Name and address withheld)

I walked into happy hour with no expectations. Sure, it would be great to get laid, but if not, I’d drink a few beers, eat some wings, and be no worse off than when I’d started. With that thought in mind, I found my buddies and ordered our first round.

It was the usual group of guys, but Peter, a lawyer, had brought along a female colleague from Tampa who was in town for a couple of days. I was attracted to Samantha’s infectious laugh, though it was her smokin’ hot body that really got my attention. The business suit she wore accentuated her curves, and my eyes were drawn to the cleavage revealed by her low cut blouse. Throw in long, auburn hair and beautiful green eyes, and I was sporting a hard on in no time.

Though our whole group was vying for her attention, it seemed like she responded the most to me. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, but as the evening wound down, I began to think that I might just have a chance. There were only a few of us left when we called it a night, so I accompanied Samantha outside to hail her a cab. Since one arrived within a few minutes, not giving me enough time to make a move, I quickly resigned myself to spending another night alone. That’s when she said, “Aren’t you coming?”

Surprised but pleased, I clambered into the backseat beside her, and she immediately grabbed hold of my tie and used it to pull me toward her. We kissed, our tongues sliding against each other, and my cock swelled even more. Her breath was hot and sweet from the after dinner mint she’d been sucking, and I imagined my erection in her mouth. When she started stroking my growing bulge, my shaft swelled even more. The caresses, combined with my blowjob fantasy, quickly had me concerned that if we didn’t get to the hotel soon, I might come right in that taxi.

Luckily, we arrived at the hotel in time and rushed upstairs, embracing as soon as we entered her room. Our lips met as I pushed off her jacket, and she ground her body against mine. We stripped off each other’s clothes, and when we were nude, I reached between her thighs to discover that her pussy was clean shaven and dripping wet.

Samantha gasped as I stroked between her labia, and her breasts heaved against my chest. She tightened her grip around my neck and began guiding us toward the bed. Since I was facing away from it, I had no choice but to simply follow her lead until the backs of my legs hit the mattress. I sat and she climbed onto my lap, still facing me, and all I could think about were her tits so I buried my face in them.

As I tongued one ripe nipple and then the other, she inched closer to me, until my upright member was flush against her cunt. She gripped the back of my head, threading her fingers through my hair, and began grinding me so hard that she left a wet smear on the underside of my shaft.

Samantha’s butt crashed repeatedly on my thighs as she stimulated her own clit. Suddenly, I was desperate to be inside her, so I grabbed ahold of her asscheeks and repositioned her over my dick. She hovered above me, barely making contact with my crown, and teasing me by letting me slip inside her for a moment, before pulling away and once again caressing me with her slick nether lips.

My ass rose and fell as my prick sought greater contact with Samantha’s cunt. However, my mischievous partner simply moved with it, playfully avoiding penetration. That game was fun for a while, but a man can only take so much taunting, especially when that man is as aroused as I was. So the next time she ascended, I tightened my grip on her firm buttocks and held her body steady.

I arched my back and lifted my ass off the mattress. My cockhead easily pierced her wet opening, and I quickly followed with the rest of my length. Samantha let out a long, satisfied sigh as I impaled her, a sound that I found myself echoing when I was fully submerged in her cunt. As soon as I felt my balls abutting her plush asscheeks, I withdrew my length until my cock once again bobbed freely.

The air felt cool against my damp flesh so I hastily re penetrated my partner, this time much harder and with a throaty grunt. I started sawing in and out of her pussy, going nice and easy for a while, until she resumed control. Pushing me onto my back, she planted both hands on my chest and commenced fucking me. As she rose and fell on my rigid pole, she squeezed my shaft with her pussy muscles, and the combination of sensations was so intense that I was happy to just lie there and let her ride me for a while.

But I wasn’t completely idle. As my partner’s velocity increased until she was literally bouncing on my dick, I reached up and cupped her breasts so that I could play with the lust engorged tips. Trapping her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I pinched and twisted the stiffened nubs until I achieved my desired effect: Samantha writhing above me, creating even more friction on my turgid member.

She huffed and puffed until her knees drew in sharply against my sides. Her grip on my cock tightened as more juices poured down my shaft, and though her facial expression looked tortured, I could tell she wasn’t feeling any pain. In fact, she was so close to her orgasm that even I could almost taste it, so I let go of one breast to snake my thumb between her pussy lips. Finding her clit was easy even though we had just met, it was like I already knew all her nooks and crannies. The second I felt that inflexible button throbbing, I pressed down hard, and she shouted out her bliss.

Samantha’s thighs quivered so hard that she had trouble supporting her body weight. I was reluctant to pull out, especially since I still hadn’t come yet, so I removed my hand from her pulsating button, gripped her tightly by the hips and flipped us over so that she now lay on her back beneath me. In response, she wrapped her legs securely around my waist and pulled my cock deeper into her quivering cunt, where it remained for a few minutes longer, completely still, as it enjoyed her ecstatic spasms.

She clung to me through the waves of her orgasm, until the moment had passed and her grip on me relaxed somewhat. With her ankles still hooked at the small of my back, she grasped the back of my head and pulled it down to hers. Our tongues tangled yet again as I stroked my cock between her nether lips, and it felt good to finally control our pace. The feeling of my balls bouncing against her firm asscheeks was even better, but what I really wished for was to go in even deeper and really bury my length in her.

It was obviously time to change positions. This time, with what I had in mind, I had no choice but to pull out, so I yanked myself from her pussy and maneuvered her onto all fours. She looked over her shoulder, winked at me, and wagged her derriere, and my dick pulsed as I gripped it tightly and aimed the head at her gaping hole.

I speared her again, quickly filling her with my meat. This time, I was able to also bury the bottom half inch. Feeling my ball sac flush with her ass, Samantha contracted her pussy around my root and gave it a flirtatious squeeze. Upon feeling her muscles grow taut, I responded to her efforts with a throaty grunt.

My fingers sank into her fleshy hips as I began ramming into her cunt with short, quick thrusts. I was stimulating only the lowest inch or so of my length, feeling the pressure build steadily, and Samantha helped by keeping her muscles constricted. And, since that’s my sweet spot, it wasn’t long before I felt my balls drawing in.

Immediately, I prepared myself and my partner for my orgasm. I could feel the warmth in the pit of my belly. Samantha grunted with pleasure each time I shoved into her, and I wondered if she’d reach another climax before I did. I hoped she would I wanted to feel her thighs quivering against mine, and her pussy muscles fluttering around my dick. It seemed like it could happen from the noises she was making repeating my name and gasping for breath but I didn’t know her well enough to be certain that’s what her behavior really meant.

Unable to delay the inevitable, I reared back, pulling my cock all the way out until only the tip remained lodged in her hole. With one quick but powerful thrust, I buried myself once more. The floodgates burst open immediately, and my load spilled forth with a mighty rush. I don’t usually come that hard or so completely, but my balls were depleted in just a few shots. I’m not quite sure how to explain it other than the fact that I was fucking a stranger allowed me to really let go.

Afterward, I got dressed, and we promised to stay in touch. We say hi every once in a while via e mail, though that hookup was the last time I saw Samantha in the flesh. Not that I wouldn’t hook up with her again, but I’m also content with the memories of our one night stand.

Mr. Jeff M., Chicago, Illinois

I visited Sydney, Australia last October, just after my twenty eighth birthday. I was traveling on business and the trip was short a mere five days, plus two on the plane but I managed to build some free time into my schedule. Who knew when or if I’d ever get back to the land down under? The trip was a rare opportunity, and I was determined to make the most of it. And I succeeded in a way I never expected thanks to a girl I met while sight seeing.

I didn’t meet Agnes right away, however. A whirlwind of business meetings and schmoozing with clients kept me busy the first two days. On the third day, I finally got a chance to explore on my own. I left my hotel after breakfast and walked down the hill to check out Sydney’s vibrant harbor scene. Shops and restaurants along the quay bustled with international tourists. Back in New York the days were growing shorter and cool fall weather had arrived, but in Australia, October means the opposite spring. The bright sun and warm breeze were a welcome change from the chilly weather at home.

Two iconic structures dominated the cosmopolitan city’s waterfront: the Sydney Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. I headed for the latter, drawn by its unique roofline that evoked billowing sails. Guided tours in various languages were offered throughout the day, so I bought a ticket for the English version and then wandered back outside to await my tour time.

That’s when I first saw the attractive young woman I’d eventually come to know as Agnes. Wearing a red shirt, tight jeans and flats, she stood by the seawall with her back to me, taking pictures of the city skyline. She had long, platinum blonde hair, a trim waist, and a perky, round ass. Still occupied with her camera, she turned partly toward me, and that’s when I saw that she was just as hot from the front as she was from the back. Her shirt hugged her breasts in a way that made my mouth go dry. She looked about my age, and she was very pretty, with blue eyes and fair skin. When she finally aimed her camera at the Opera House directly behind me, she caught me staring at her. I gave her a friendly nod and started to look away, but she flashed a winsome smile, apparently not minding in the least that I’d been ogling her assets. After a minute she wandered off around the side of the building. I thought about going after her to introduce myself, but then my tour was announced.

The guide began a monologue as he led our group of twelve into the bowels of the Opera House. The place had more than 1,000 rooms, we learned, plus 300 corridors and plenty of “tales and secrets.” As he herded us inside an extravagant theater, I suddenly recognized the picture taking girl among the tour group! She caught my eye and smiled coyly. I smiled back. Something in her look made my pulse quicken. The glimmer of mutual attraction that I’d detected outside was palpable. We kept exchanging looks, unnoticed by our guide and the other tourists. Though we still had not said one word to each other, it felt like we shared an exciting secret. The grand Opera House, for all its history and fame, could not compete. I was only half paying attention as the guide led us from one room to another, through hallways, up and down stairs, onto balconies and into theater rooms. All the while, the blonde girl kept looking over at me, sending unmistakable signals.

As we headed down some steps into a dimly lit performance area, I lost sight of my admirer. Quickly, I scanned each face in our group. It seemed that she had vanished! With rising curiosity, I searched my fellow tourists once more. The girl wasn’t among them. She had slipped away unnoticed. Visitors weren’t supposed to wander around in the Opera House by themselves, I recalled. What was her gambit?

There was only one way to find out. I took the first opportunity to slip away myself. I had no idea where she had gone, but I was determined to find her. Moving stealthily, I snuck down a narrow hall, looking into doorways on the left and right. I stuck to the shadows. As I searched, I thought about what I’d tell the authorities if I got caught. “Just looking for my friend,” I’d say. “A lost tourist. She got separated from the group.”

I turned down one passage, then another, then still another. Maybe she’d gone outside, I realized. Maybe

Suddenly, I was pulled into a dark alcove on my right. Before I knew what was happening, someone was kissing me, stifling my startled cry. Her lips were soft I could feel her hunger. When she broke off the kiss, I found myself staring into the mischievous eyes of my blonde haired mystery girl. She’d been waiting for me in the near darkness of her hiding place, betting that somehow or other I’d find her. I started to say, “What the ”

Hastily, she pressed her fingers to my lips, urging silence. As she rubbed her warm, nubile body against me, I knew she could feel the fast growing bulge of my cock in my pants, pressing into her. With a naughty smile on her lips, she kissed me again. This time she slid her tongue into my mouth while her hands roamed over my back and down to my ass. I stroked her soft hair with one hand and let the other slide down to the curves of her butt. I could feel the excitement coursing through her, powerful enough to make her tremble.

When our lips parted, she grinned and, without a word, headed south. Kneeling before me, she opened the button of my pants and slid the zipper down. Nervously I glanced around, hoping that we had time for this, that no one would come along and spoil our fun. The hall was just a few feet away from where my companion and I now stood or rather, where I stood and she squatted, fervently stroking my hard on. Then again, we were cloaked in murky darkness I would have walked right by if she hadn’t grabbed me as I passed. Now my eyes were adjusting to the reduced light. I noticed an ornate chair in a corner, the only piece of furniture in of our small niche.

That was the last observation I made, because the next moment I was wholly absorbed by the feeling of my companion’s warm, wet mouth swallowing up my cock. I leaned back against the wall and looked down at the top of her flaxen head as she moved forward and back. She wrapped her fingers around the thick base of my cock and slid her lips and tongue all over my lengthy shaft. Her exquisite touch stole my breath, especially when she concentrated on my ultra sensitive crown. I felt her tongue meticulously trace the contours of that bulbous cap for several delicious seconds. Then, as her ardor got the better of her, she engulfed my entire pole in her mouth. Soon she was gobbling me down like she was famished. Maybe she was afraid we’d be interrupted, or maybe she just loved sucking cock. Probably both. In any event, she licked and slurped my rod with such gusto that I couldn’t hold out for long. Sensing my impending climax, she cupped my balls in her hand and sealed her lips tightly around my cockhead. Gritting my teeth to keep from moaning out loud, I rocked back on my heels and let my load fly. She gave a little mewling cry of delight as the first spurt of semen issued from my prick. She swallowed again and again as the copious flow kept coming. I coiled my hands in her hair and rode out the powerful throbs.

“Jesus, that was amazing,” I muttered quietly, feeling a little woozy. “I don’t even know your name.”

But she wasn’t interested in introductions she wanted to fuck. She pointed to the chair and began removing her clothing with a sense of urgency. I paused, happy for a moment just to watch her bare all. Despite the dim light, I could see that she had marvelous breasts medium sized, with small pink nipples that begged to be sucked. Farther down, her belly was flat and her pubic mound was a delicate triangle of wispy blonde curls. My cock regained its full girth and hardness in a nanosecond, as much from the sight of her physical beauty as from the pure, unadulterated lust that sparkled in her eyes. I shuffled over to the chair (my pants were still around my ankles) and dropped into the velvet covered seat. Silently, my blonde goddess lowered herself into my lap. Her perky tits were right in my face, and the smell of her skin was intoxicating. For a moment, my throbbing prick merely rubbed against the dripping wet lips of her sex. Then Agnes reached down, held my cock at her opening, and rolled her hips forward. With that well practiced maneuver, I was suddenly deep inside her. The tight, creamy feeling that enveloped my penis made me gasp. She smiled, and then, breathing heavily, she began to move.

Her gyrations were sinuous and graceful at first. She rested her hands on my shoulders and rode me with ease, fucking me languidly. However, as I rubbed my face in her cleavage and sucked on her nipples, I sensed the passion within her. She would not be able to maintain her leisurely pace for much longer.

Sure enough, she began to power her lithe frame up and down on my shaft with astounding vigor. Squeezing her breasts in her hands, she rose and fell in my lap as if she wanted to break the chair I was sitting on. For a split second I wondered if it might be an antique. Then Agnes’s clutching cunt snatched my attention back. Its exquisite molten grip was about to siphon all the cream I had left. Her unchecked lust, startling to behold, was something I’ll never forget. Again and again the globes of her ass smacked smartly against my thighs, and her wetness drenched everything down there. I reached around and squeezed her thumping buttocks as she jackhammered her way to an explosive orgasm. Her hands clamped tightly to my shoulders, and she buried her face against my neck. The incredible spasms of her vagina finally sent me over the edge, too. I held on to her quaking body and jettisoned my load deep inside her.

When she had calmed down, she climbed off me and quickly got dressed. Then she kissed me and slipped out of the alcove. I pulled up my pants and followed her out, but she was already gone. Happily sated but perplexed, I found my way out of the building. I had just had sex with a complete stranger, and barely a word had been spoken from start to finish. In fact, she hadn’t said a single word. I hadn’t even gotten her name. I assumed I’d never see her again.

But I did the very next day.

After a lengthy business meeting that lasted well into the afternoon, I walked back down to the harbor. Immediately adjacent to the Sydney Opera House is the city’s vast Royal Botanic Garden, comprising dozens of acres of flowerbeds, exotic trees, grassy berms and meandering paths. It was a bucolic place in the late afternoon sunshine. As I walked among the lush foliage, I thought again of the mysterious stranger who had rocked my world the day before. Our encounter was beginning to take on an unreal quality, as if it were a fantasy conjured in my imagination.

Up ahead, on the crest of a hill, strolled a woman with platinum blonde hair. She was taking photos of flowers. I thought she looked a bit like my Opera House nymph, but from that distance, I couldn’t be sure. I decided to find out.

She didn’t notice me approach until the last second, but when she turned and saw me, she broke into a wide grin. So did I, because it was her. She embraced me and kissed me with those pillow soft lips of hers.

“What’s your name?” I blurted.

“Agnes,” she said. “Quel est vous?”

I took French in college. I could no longer speak it, but I understood her. “I’m Gavin,” I replied. “You don’t speak English?”

She held her thumb and index finger close together. Very little. In halting English she said, “Yesterday . . . was fun, oui?” She was looking at me with the sexiest, most beguiling smile I had ever seen. Cocking her head to the side, she added, “Voulez le faire de nouveau?”

Want to do it again? Even if I hadn’t understood the words, her intent was as clear as a bell.

“Hell yes, I do,” I said. “But here?” I looked around at the bushes and flowers. The sea was just down the hill from us, glinting in the sun, with the famous bridge to the left and the Opera House almost directly below. People meandered here and there, but no one was close by.

She laughed again, and I couldn’t help laughing, too. “Come,” she said. Taking me by the hand, she led me off the path to a stand of big trees surrounded by tall, thick shrubs. My cock was already as hard as forged steel when Agnes, crouching down behind the mass of foliage, lowered her jeans to her knees. She wasn’t wearing underwear, so her creamy ass was immediately exposed to my appreciative stare. As she sat down in the dirt, her blonde pubic mound came into view, gleaming in the sunlight almost as brightly as the sea below us. I looked around. There was hardly anybody in sight at the moment, and as soon as I knelt beside Agnes behind the tangle of greenery, the situation felt more private than our previous day’s liaison in the Opera House.

I turned toward Agnes, who was leaning back on her arms with her legs splayed wide. This time, I was determined to take more control of the situation. She had gone down on me yesterday, and I was eager to return the favor. She giggled at the look in my eyes. “Oui,” she said, reaching for my head. She ran her hands through my hair and urged me toward her sex.

Up close, her pussy was the prettiest I’d ever seen. Her fine flaxen pubes formed a tidy little patch above her slit, which glistened wetly in the day’s fading light. Her rich, rousing scent compelled me to stick out my tongue and taste her sweet nectar. She made a soft sound like the coo of a dove when my tongue made contact. Reaching down, she spread herself open with two fingers and I lapped away, relishing the slick softness of her inner folds. In seconds, her clit emerged from its hood, all swollen and begging for attention. I closed my lips around that delicate nub and sucked it into my mouth. Agnes arched her back in response. Her free hand went to the back of my head and held me tightly to her sex. Muttering in French, she lifted her hips and ground her pussy against my mouth. I licked her clit aggressively. The muscles in her thighs and stomach clenched and her fingers tightened their grip in my hair, signaling her imminent climax. While I flicked her clit back and forth with my tongue, I pushed a finger inside her, lubing it up with her juices. Then I pulled it out and placed it lower, against her anus. Agnes trembled with fresh excitement and reached down there to pull her cheeks apart. Still sucking her clit, I slipped my finger into her tightest hole. Agnes came unglued. “Je viens!” she cried. I’m coming! She roiled against the ground and bucked her hips at me, taking all the pleasure I could dish out. In seconds, my mouth and chin were coated in girl juice. I circled my arms around her flexing thighs and held on to her until the tumult abated.

Agnes was still catching her breath as she turned over and presented herself, on hands and knees, for my cock. I dropped my pants, knelt behind her and lined up my prick at the dewy entrance of her sex. As I pushed forward and filled her up, she gave a long, satisfied moan a sound of pure ecstasy that needed no translation. My entire shaft disappeared between her plump pussy lips. I grabbed hold of the sides of her ass and held her against me, nestling my balls against her sopping cleft. Rocking back on my knees, I watched my slickened cock emerge from her depths. Eagerly, I pitched forward again, slamming my whole length back into her. She cried out passionately and grabbed fistfuls of green stalks, uprooting some of them from the ground. Her long hair swept across the concave arch of her back as she tossed her head about. “Baisez moi,” Agnes cried. “Baisez moi!” Fuck me! I was doing just that, of course, enthusiastically pounding away at her from behind.

Agnes lurched back and forth on her hands and knees, repeatedly slamming herself backward against me as I thrust into her. With every impact, she took my cock into her cunt all the way to the root. I grabbed her shoulders and bent low over her back as I thrust into her. Reaching around, I filled my hands with her fine breasts and tweaked her nipples. I could feel the tremors of pleasure rippling through her, rapidly building in strength. She reached between her legs and fingered her clit, touching my pistoning prick at the same time. Her breath was coming rapidly now. Between my cock and her fingers, she was heading pell mell for a mighty climax.

The sun slipped below the horizon, and lights along the nearby path flickered on. Rearing up straight, I held on to Agnes’s asscheeks and rammed in and out of her cunt a while longer until, with a cry of joy, she came again. I looked around to see if anyone might have heard her, but the gardens were empty. In the meantime, her luscious cunt finally succeeded in milking the semen from my balls. With a loud grunt of my own, I seized her rump and fired my load deep into her clutching hole. “Oui, oui,” she sighed as I convulsed against her.

Some time later, Agnes and I left our secret bower and returned to the well lit path. With a kiss and a simple “Good bye” from me and “Au revoir” from her, we went our separate ways.

I flew back to New York the following day, knowing that whether or not I ever saw Agnes again, she and I will always have Sydney.

“Some days, you need a drink after work,” said the handsome dark haired man on the barstool to the left of me. He was wearing a pale blue button up shirt, open at the collar, and charcoal slacks. His suit jacket was on the stool on his other side. He looked mussed, but not destroyed, as he lifted a shot glass of whiskey.

“Some days, you need a fuck,” I said, because my day had been brutal, too, and I had lost my ability to hold my tongue.

The stranger turned to look at me with piqued interest. “What constitutes a fucking day?” he asked, as if only out of pure curiosity.

“The type of day I had,” I told him, toying with the stem of my wineglass. “The type where you bring the wrong notes to the first meeting, no notes to the second, and the first meeting’s notes to the third. Where you forget one client’s name, and replace the next with your favorite aunt’s. Where you have to work through lunch, are too tied up in knots for a snack, and sneak out a few minutes before five, only to be spotted by your boss at the elevator.”

“Sounds like a fucking day, all right,” the man said, and he hesitated, and I realized this was a place for introductions. I’d already come clean about my hideous day in more detail than I might give a good friend. Why not share my name?

“I’m Joanne,” I said.

“Edward,” he replied, shaking my hand.

“Charmed. This is the most civil conversation I’ve had since dawn.”

“So on these fucking days,” he continued, “how do you generally proceed?”

I shifted on my stool so I was facing him. Then I put one hand on his hand. “Well,” I said, slowly, “I haven’t ever actually acted on one of my fantasies. But what I always thought would help to drive away the demons is to meet some sexy stranger, take him home, and let him fuck the daylights out of me.”

Edward had set his glass down, empty, and was staring at me with frank desire. I licked my lips and continued, “It’s an experiment I’ve always wanted to put to the test,” I continued. “Just to see if the results would confirm my hypothesis.”

“Which is,” he prompted.

“That sex can soothe the troubled soul.”

He nodded, “I think you’re right about that.”

“But it’s only thinking,” I said. “That’s different from proving.”

He looked at me. I could tell he was wondering whether this proposition was for real. I slid off my stool, slipped some bills under my glass, and grabbed my jacket. I glanced at him. “Do you want to find out for real?”

He moved quickly, paying his tab, and walking ahead of me to hold open the bar door. “Where to?”

“I live around the corner.”

We walked together in the cool night air, and as we got closer to my apartment, I could feel how wet my pussy was. All day long, I’d fantasized about someone fucking the stress away. I’d thought I was going to have to return home to my trusty vibrator. Now I had a real, live dick and a handsome man attached to it to take that toy’s place.

Inside, we hardly spoke. I took off my dress. He unbuttoned his shirt. We stood in the foyer, and he said, “Leave on the rest for a moment,” and my pussy clenched. I had on stockings, a bra, panties, and my heels. He pushed me up against the wall and started kissing my lips. I moaned and pressed against him, loving the feel of his strong, muscular chest. “Sometimes you do just want to fuck, don’t you?” he whispered into my skin.

“Oh, yes.”

“Like this,” he said, sliding his hand into my panties and playing with my clit. “Like animals, rutting.”

“God, yes,” I whimpered as he pinched my clit hard.

“Turn around, Joanne.”

I faced the wall, palms flat, and I waited. He didn’t take off my panties, and he didn’t take down his slacks. I heard him working his belt and opening his fly. I felt him slipping my panties aside, exposing my wet, aching sex. Was he going to slam into me right from the start, give me the cock I’d been craving all day? No, it was even better than that. He went on his knees and pressed his face to me from behind, licking and sucking at my aroused pussy, as if to make sure I was wet and ready. I was, and as soon as he’d established this for himself, he stood once more.

“Take off your panties,” he said.

I slid them down and kicked them away.

He stroked my ass, and then lined himself up against me. When he bucked forward this time, I felt his naked cock against my skin. He teased me with the head once, slipping in my juices, and then he thrust inside me.

I stared at the wall and groaned. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. With every forward thrust of his hips, I felt as if more of my stress was melting away. This was a magic fuck, a fairy tale fuck the kind of fuck I have fantasized about my entire life. He gripped my waist and began to move me with him in a powerful rhythm. I felt the muscles of my pussy tightening against him, and that made him sigh.

When he let his hands slip down further in front of me, I couldn’t stop myself. I said, “Touch my clit. Please. Hold my pussy lips open with your fingers and stroke my clit.” I usually have a difficult time asking for what I want with a partner. I never want to appear too forward. But I had started this evening by being forward, and he didn’t seem to mind at all. He did exactly what I asked, pulling open my nether lips and strumming his fingers along my slit. I felt almost as if I might black out from the pleasure. My body began to tremble all over. He pinched my clit, and I grit my teeth and my breath became one, long hiss.

“God, you’re so tight and wet,” he murmured to me. “Your juices have spread all the way to my balls.”

I leaned back against him, and he seemed to understand precisely what I wanted. He bit my neck as he ground his hips against my ass.

“I’m going to come,” I told him. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“Then I’m going to keep doing that,” he told me, and he did, grinding, biting, and strumming until the orgasm broke inside me. I couldn’t keep silent. I made a series of small moaning noises as the pleasure filled me, and he extended the sensation by refusing to stop touching my sensitive clit, even after I had climaxed.

I felt as if he were pulling on my pleasure, stretching it out like taffy, and then I realized he was simply joining me with his own. He came in a series of rapid jerks, filling me up with his seed, panting as he reached his own limit.

“So that’s the way to end a fucking day,” I sighed as I pulled off his cock and turned to face him.

He kissed me and then smiled. “Yes,” he said, “with a long fucking night,” and I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom.

Ms. Joanne P., Jackson, Mississippi

The day started out like any other at the specialty suit shop where I worked. My best friend and coworker, Mike, was standing around with me as we tried to make the time pass through sheer mental force alone. There were no appointments scheduled for the day, and the store wasn’t really the kind of place that had many walk ins. It catered mostly to CEO types, people who could afford custom made, hand tailored suits, so if there was nothing on the books, there was generally no business. I knew from experience that it was going to be a long, boring shift.

I was about to begin my second pointless inventory of the silk ties when the bell over the door chimed, signaling a customer’s arrival. I hastily made my way to the front of the shop to get there before Mike did. Anything was better than the mindless drudgery of doing nothing, even if it did mean measuring some old guy’s inseam.

I turned the corner around the cuff link display and stopped dead in my tracks. Standing in the doorway was the hottest girl I had ever seen. She wore a pink tank top that clung to her curves and skintight jeans. Her long, dark hair framed her face, accentuating her amazingly blue eyes, and I couldn’t help but envision her plump, red lips wrapped around my cock. The thought alone was enough to make me semi hard.

“Hi,” she said, flashing me a brilliant smile. “I need a tuxedo.”

“Sure,” I replied, feeling my cock twitch in my pants. Her breasts were high and round and perfect, and I was hard pressed not to stare directly at her ample cleavage. I don’t think I succeeded, but she didn’t seem to mind, continuing to smile at me even as I practically drooled all over her. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” she said, looking up at me through her long lashes, “I got an awesome bartending job, and I don’t want a frumpy suit. I wanna be hot.” As she gazed at me, I got the distinct impression that she was checking me out I could tell that she wanted me almost as much as I wanted her. The day was suddenly looking up.

“You wanna look hot, huh?” I responded, placing my hand on her lower back and guiding her toward the fitting area. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem.” My fingers rested right above the swell of her amazing ass, and visions of gripping it in my hands and squeezing those firm, delectable cheeks filled my head. She leaned closer to me as I led her to the back of the store her body language told me that she liked me touching her. My cock was completely hard now, a low pulsing ache in my too tight pants, and I could tell from the sly sideways glances she kept giving me that she knew it.

We came to a stop in front of the three way mirror in one of the large fitting rooms, and she looked directly at me, a smile playing on her lovely lips. “You’re cute. What’s your name?”

I couldn’t help but beam back at her. I’m cute, am I? I thought, before answering her. “I’m Brandon. And you are?”

“Elise.” Her smile deepened, and she stepped closer to me. The tension between us was electrifying, and my internal body temperature skyrocketed by at least a thousand degrees. “So, Brandon,” she said as she reached out to touch my lapel, “what do we do now?”

From the tone of her voice, her question was purposely loaded, and my cock pulsed from the thrill of her implication. “First,” I said, turning away from her to get a measuring tape, “we need to get you out of those clothes.” I smiled as I turned back to her and held up the tape for her to see. “So I can take your measurements.”

“And I need to be naked for this?” she asked, with mirth in her blue eyes.

“Not totally naked,” I said, standing in front of her. Her breasts were inches from my chest, and I could feel the heat of her body through my suit. I touched the curve of her waist, letting my fingers linger. “We want to get the best measurements possible. Even a few centimeters off can make the suit bunch.” My eyes flicked from her eyes to her breasts to her waist, and then back to her baby blues. “The best suits have smooth lines. Don’t you agree?”

“Of course,” she said. “I want you to make me look as sexy as possible.” She reached for the bottom of her tank top and then paused. “Just my shirt?”

She was nearly too good to be true I couldn’t believe my luck. “For now,” I answered.

She nodded once, pulled the tank off over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her sheer white bra. A surge of pure lust raced right to my cock, and I couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of her exquisite breasts. My hands itched to hold them, fondle them, to feel their weight and firmness and

“What now?” she asked, bringing me back to reality.

I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the distracting tightness in my pants. “Now, I take your measurements.”

I moved behind her and wrapped the measuring tape around her waist. I caught her eye in the mirror, and she gave me a dazzling grin. I breathed in her heady scent flowers and sweetness and girl and dipped my head slightly to inhale more of it. She must have felt my breath on her shoulder, or maybe it was the unrelenting tension in the air between us, but I saw her nipples harden as I smoothed the tape down. I leaned over her shoulder to check the results. “Twenty eight inches,” I said, and then let the tape fall away. “Let’s take that again, just to be sure.”

I moved the tape over her warm skin, my fingers lightly caressing her stomach as I pretended to adjust and readjust the tape. She leaned back slightly, inviting my touch. I took a step closer to her, my chest touching her back, and leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Take a deep breath,” I said, holding the tape tightly around her waist. She did what I asked, her breasts rising and falling as she inhaled and exhaled. I moved my hips slightly, letting her feel my erection, and I clenched my teeth when she backed up, pressing her ass firmly against my bulging cock. She ground against me in an unmistakable fashion she wanted me.

I let the tape fall to the floor and cupped her full breasts in both my hands. Our eyes met in the mirror. “These are very nice.”

“Yeah?” she asked breathlessly. “And holding them like that is some kind of measurement as well?”

“Absolutely,” I said, my thumbs tracing the outline of her hard nipples through her bra. “It gives me a more accurate sense of your bust size.” I gently squeezed her luscious mounds. “I want to make sure we get everything right, you know. I want your tux to be perfect.”

“Of course,” she said, her cheeks flushing a sexy pink. “No bunching.”

“Right,” I agreed, testing the weight of her gorgeous breasts. They felt heavenly in my hands. “Bunching is bad.”

I tugged her nipples, making her squirm against me. My cock was one, huge, pulsing ache, and it was force of will alone that kept me from bending her over and fucking her until she screamed. I didn’t want to rush it. This teasing, flirting foreplay was too fun to end yet.

I happened to glance above the mirror and right into the lens of the security camera. I hadn’t seen Mike for some time, and I wondered if he was in the back watching us on the monitor. I smiled at the camera, hoping that he was enjoying the show.

I gave her tits one last squeeze and moved to stand in front of her. It was satisfying to see that her eyes were somewhat glazed and her lips were slightly parted as she breathed a little faster than normal. I placed my hands on her waist, right over the top of her jeans. “I need to take your inseam measurement,” I said and ran my finger down her inner thigh to highlight the part I would be measuring.

“Does that mean my jeans need to go?” she asked, looking up at me and then biting her lower lip.

“Well, it would be the best way to get the most accurate number.” I rested my hand on her thigh, my fingertips millimeters away from her pussy. If I stretched my fingers even a little bit, I would have been able to caress her mound.

“Okay,” she said, and moved to take off her jeans, but I brushed her hands aside and opened them myself. The sound of her zipper coming down was loud in the quiet, empty store, and it made my cock surge. I peeled her jeans off her hips and then slid them down her silky, toned legs. I knelt before her as she stepped out of them, and I tossed the denim aside. My mouth was right on level with her pussy, and I smiled up at her before I retrieved the tape to take her measurements.

Elise let out a gasp when the metal edge of the tape touched the spot on her inner thigh just below her white thong. I smoothed the tape down the entire length of her leg, and then ran my hands back up again. My knuckle grazed the bottom of her pussy, and she let out a low moan and shifted her feet so that her legs parted slightly. I moved my hand higher between her thighs until I was fully cupping her sex. I could feel her heat, her wetness, right though the delicate material, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips in anticipation.

Her eyes were closed, and her head had lolled back. I don’t think I’d ever seen anything hotter in my life. She groaned softly and rocked her hips against my hand, encouraging me to touch her further, to please her more. I found her swollen clit through the material of her panties and pressed my thumb against it. Her sharp intake of breath nearly sent me over the edge, and my cock begged for release.

I curled my hands around the waistband of her thong and slowly pulled it down. The sight of her shaved pussy made me groan aloud, and I leaned close to breathe in her sexy scent. I placed a wet kiss right below her navel, and her hands instantly fisted in my hair. I touched the tip of my tongue to her slit, and she gasped and spread her legs for me. The time for holding back was over, and I dove into her sweet pussy, licking the entire length of her entrance and forcing my tongue deep inside her. Her legs trembled as I licked, sucked and tongue fucked her, and I cupped her ass in my hands to help steady her. She rode my face hard, rocking her hips and offering me every bit of her delicious snatch. Her fingers dug into my scalp as I plunged my tongue in and out of her.

Her panting picked up in pace, and her little huffs and groans became a long, beautiful sigh. I pressed her clit even more firmly with my thumb, taking her over the edge. She held me tight against her cunt as she came, and I greedily lapped up her flowing juices. Once her whimpering subsided, I kissed my way up her body and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out into my waiting hands, and I fondled them until she started to moan again.

A sudden, awful thought occurred to me, and I gently pushed her away. I had to lock the front door! I wanted to fuck her long and hard, and I didn’t want any interruptions. It would be terrible if anyone walked in on us. “I’ll be right back,” I said and gave her a kiss on the lips. I ran to the front of the store and reached for the lock, but I found it already secured. I grinned as I jogged back to her side. Mike was a good friend.

She was standing in front of the mirror when I got back, her hands over her naked breasts. “Where did you go?” she asked.

“I had to check on something,” I said, taking her hands and holding them tightly behind her back. I kissed her hard, pushing my tongue deep in her waiting mouth. She wiggled her body, grinding herself against my erection. I kissed her mouth and pressed her back up against the mirror. She wrapped one of her legs around my waist as I humped her. Her heat was mind blowing, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I let go of her and stripped off my suit jacket and shirt. I must not have been moving fast enough because she hastily unfastened my pants, pushing them and my boxers down so she could get at my dick. When she grabbed my shaft and squeezed, my knees went weak.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I whispered into her ear and spun her around so that she was facing the mirror. I bent her over, and she placed her hands on the glass as I ran my finger over the entire length of her wet slit. She sighed at my touch, and I grabbed my cock and aimed the head at her pussy’s entrance. She backed up, taking about an inch inside her. I bit down on my lip to keep myself from coming and took her hips in my hands. Pulling her toward me, I thrust myself balls deep into her. Her pussy was like a velvet vise around my cock, and I groaned as I pulled back and then plunged into her.

I watched her breasts bounce in the mirror as I fucked her. Her moans and whimpers spurred me on, and I slammed into her hard and fast. Her pussy was beyond magnificent so hot and wet and tight, and I wanted to get deeper and deeper. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed.

I was so wrapped up in how good she felt that I didn’t notice Mike until he groaned. He stood not ten feet away with his cock in his hand, jerking off like a champ.

“God, you guys are so hot,” he murmured, wanking his meat. “Fuck her, Brandon.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, my fingers digging into her as I plowed into her again and again. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room. “Oh, yeah,” I moaned, giving her every inch of my cock. “Take it, baby.” I gathered her hair in my hands and pulled it back off her face. “Why don’t you give Mike a suck?” I whispered in her ear. I maneuvered her away from the mirror so that she was facing my friend. She balanced herself by resting her hand on the back of a nearby chair, and I gave her an extra hard pump. “Come on, suck him. It’ll be so dirty.”

“Yeah?” she asked, gasping out the word in a sexy, hoarse rasp. She glanced at me over her shoulder, and the lustful smile that lit up her face told me that she agreed with me.

Mike was across the room in no time, his cock right in her face. He rubbed the head over her lips, and her tongue darted out, giving him a lick.

“That’s it,” I said. “Suck him.”

Her lips parted, and Mike slipped his dick into her waiting mouth. She sucked him down deep into her throat, her lips sliding over the length of his cock. She pushed against me, fucking me back as she simultaneously worked his dick with her mouth. She began bucking wildly between us, seeming to get more turned on by the second. Her pussy was sloppy, and her juices were making her thighs glossy and slick.

Her hot ass was right there in front of me. I sucked on my finger to wet it, and then spread her cheeks. I wriggled my fingertip against her tight back hole. She practically purred as I pressed my digit in deeper, gradually adding more pressure. I worked the tip into her snug opening, and her muscles instantly squeezed my invading finger. She moaned around Mike’s cock when I slid in deeper, and her pussy spasmed around my cock. I slipped my finger in up to my knuckle before slowly retracting, and then I started sliding it in and out, setting a slow, steady rhythm that matched the thrusts of my dick.

Mike had taken hold of her hair and was giving her face quite a fucking while I pounded her pussy. I was totally focused on her perfect ass that seemed to be begging to be filled. I gave her another hard pump and then pulled my cock out of her slippery snatch. I pressed the head of my slick dick against her backdoor, and she wriggled against me impatiently, her moans growing in volume as she demanded I take her ass. I slowly pushed forward. My dick met some slight resistance before sliding right into her. A guttural moan escaped her lips as her asshole swallowed my shaft inch by agonizing inch.

“So fucking good,” I breathed as my cock moved deeper into her. I was about halfway inside the confines of her ass, and I wanted to come so badly that my legs were shaking.

I caught sight of us in the mirror, her full lips gliding up and down Mike’s cock, my dick buried halfway in her hole. I pushed in deeper, until my balls touched her slit and my shaft was completely enveloped by her. I pulled her back against me, savoring the incredible feeling of her taut asshole pulsing around my invading member. I took a deep breath and then slowly began to rock my hips in small, rhythmic movements, withdrawing a little more each time until my cock was freely thrusting in and out. Over and over, I plunged into her ass, and she began to moan with ever increasing intensity. Her head was bobbing faster and faster over Mike’s cock, and I heard him swear as he shot his load down her throat. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, but I really wanted to make her come.

“Come for me, Elise,” I encouraged her. My fingers found her moist clit, and I rubbed it rhythmically, making her legs tremble. “I want you to come with my cock in your ass.”

My words must have had the right effect, because she immediately threw back her head and let out a long, sultry howl as her body was wracked by the most intense climax I had ever witnessed. Her asshole clenched, gripping my cock with forceful contractions as her orgasm crested and then slowly subsided.

“Fuck, you have no idea how good that feels,” I exclaimed, overcome by lust. I gripped her butt cheeks and spread them wide apart to watch my cock pump in and out of her tiny asshole. With no reason to hold back any longer, I let out a long, a final groan, my teeth clenching as my hyper intense orgasm coursed through my body. My hips drove down hard into her ass one last time as my cock pulsed, spilling come deep into her ravaged hole.

After that, the three of us kind of collapsed in the fitting area in front of the mirror, panting and shaking from the force of our orgasms.

Elise was the first to recover, and she sat up with a smile on her pretty face. “Wow,” she said, “you guys sure do leave your customers satisfied!”