“Is that so?” She giggled thinking how good she felt, both men showing her such attention.
“That’s what they say.” Tony pushed her against the wall.
“Shall we try it then?” Lena cooed. Tony’s body looked impeccable underneath the water. When he pushed her up against the tile wall of the shower the cold tile sent a sharp shrill up her spine but it soon dissipated when Tony lifted her leg and pushed his cock in her pussy. She pushed her ass out and he spread her legs and began fucking her slowly.
Each pump inside her only magnified the soreness. For a few minutes she didn’t know if she could take it, she was so out of practice. But that moment came, as it often does when a woman is sore, that his dick began to feel like Heaven and her pussy didn’t feel even the slightest inkling of being sore.
Tony lifted her leg and put it on his shoulder so he could reach her g-spot. The perfect place for her to squirt would be here in the shower. When Tony was fucking her last night he imagined what she would look like squirting all over him. He was about to find out. He applied pressure to her pelvic area as his strokes continued their assault.
Her walls were squeezing him tightly for dear life. Her body looked incredible with the water cascading down on them. He pummeled into her faster and harder, switching it up to slow and long strokes. Tony teased her g-spot. He would hit it so much that she was about to come but would stop and pull back. The frustration was evident on Lena’s face.
Tony couldn’t take it himself anymore so the head of his cock repeatedly hit her g-spot until Lena screamed and shook violently. She squirted all over his chest and shoulders. He had to help her keep her balance because she had completely let go and lost control. He came inside her one last time, spurts of his come coating her pussy walls.
They finished showering washing all the sex off of them. Lena said good bye to Tony and after he left she sat on the bed in awe. She had not only had sex with two total strangers but ended up using those same strangers to fulfill a long time fantasy. She felt no regrets. All she felt was satisfaction. Lena smiled at the thought that she’d never do it again, but at least she could say she did it. Going back to celibacy however was going to be a real problem now…
The Perfect Union
by Bonnie Robles
Candice Morgan considered herself one lucky woman. She had been married to Ashford for twelve years now and despite the fact that most marriages take a turn for the worst after the first couple of years, the two were still as happy as the day they walked down the aisle. This was maybe due to Ashford being ever so creative with his surprises. He always had a beautiful way to make her feel loved. Even the first time they met, Ashford Morgan was still the most romantic man she had ever met.
When they first met, it was not the way every fairy tale would predict it. There were no eyes meeting across crowded rooms or nothing. The two had met in one of the strangest ways ever. Their relationship was actually supposed to start out as a one night stand.
Candice remembered ever too well how she had first felt when she laid eyes on the tall dark haired muscle man on the dance floor. She and Mischa, her best friend, were out to celebrate Mischa’s new job. She remembered how cool he'd looked in his blue fitting jeans and simple grey t-shirt. There was just something about his simplicity, not to mention his wavy hair and dimpled cheeks.
“Want to dance little lady?” he asked after walking up to her. She looked at him, stars in her eyes. She placed her drink on the counter and stepped down from the stool.
“I’d love to,” she said looking into his eyes. “I’ll be right back Mischa,” she said as she walked off to the dance floor, her hand in his. Candice was an attractive dark skinned woman, thanks to her biracial heritage. She was born of a Jamaican mother and a Scottish father and had lived in the UK before her father, a marine, got stationed to the United States where the two met.
Her mother had always feared for her safety, both physically and emotionally. According to Elaine, Candice’s mother, her daughter was a sunshine girl. She was one who always saw the good in people, the one who always believed in Santa and the tooth fairy until it was too late. She always had concerns about her daughter’s well being but with Candice out of college and into a well paying job, she had her mind at ease.
“So, what does a pretty little thing like you do when she is not grinding her ass against some poor man’s crotch?” Ash asked as he held her by the waist. Candice smiled and pushed herself into him a bit more.
“Oh please, you like it,” she said.
“Don’t get me wrong, I do,” he said turning her around. “I just want to know who I’m dancing with,” he added looking into her eyes. He still managed to dance even though she could feel his cock pressing against her bare thigh.
“Candice Aiken, financial analyst,” she said looking into his eyes. She smiled up at him. “And who am I dancing with?” she asked.
“Ashford Morgan, legal advisor,” he answered turning her around again so that she had her back to him once more.
“May I ask who you give legal advice to?” she asked. Ash put a hand on her thigh and slowly trailed it upwards. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he did so.
“Do you want to know everything about me right this second?” he asked. His lips were dangerously close to her neck. So close, she could feel the warm breath on the back of her neck as he spoke.
“I don’t know why, but yes,” she answered. “I want to know,” she said in a small voice, practically a whisper.
“Okay but just don’t get all weird,” he said. She squinted.
“Why would I get jumpy?” she asked. He turned her around and held her by the waist again.
“Because I work for Lee Rojo,” he said. She stiffened up in his arms. Lee Rojo was the latest Spanish heart throb to make it big in the Western world. To most people he was the best thing since sliced bread. “I have to warn you,” he said in a low voice. They were not dancing anymore.
“If you scream, I will put my lips on yours. Not to kiss you, just to shut you up,” he said calmly. Candice felt herself blush. For some reason, she wanted to scream and see if he would live up to his promise but all she managed to do was shake her head. “Good girl,” he said. “Now I don’t know what we’ll talk about the next time I see you, maybe tomorrow?” he said still looking at her. She blushed again. He wanted to see her tomorrow?
“I am sure a man like you has a few conversation starters up his sleeve,” she said in a cool voice, determined not to show him the effect he had on her. He smiled down at her.
“I’m sure I do,” he said before letting her go.
“I need to get back to Mischa,” she said. “Maybe I’ll catch you on the dance floor sometime,” she said before walking away. He smiled at her as she walked back towards the bar. “Oh my God!” Candice mouthed to Mischa who was still seated sipping on her apple martini.
“That good huh?” Mischa said with a smile.
“All that and a bag of chips,” Candice said sitting down. She suddenly realized what she had done and gave her friend a sad look. “I’m sorry honey. I am so freaking selfish,” she added as she touched Mischa’s hand.
“What are you talking about?” Mischa asked. Candice smiled.
“Don’t get all high road with me. This is supposed to be about you,” Candice said.
“Sweetie, I am already six martinis down, two dances and three numbers scribbled on a napkin,” Mischa said as she lifted a napkin which had several numbers scribbled on it. “I have had my fun,” she added. Candice laughed. Her best friend was an attractive blonde of Russian decent. The two had met when Candice first moved to the States. Like Candice, Mischa was also new to the States.