Professor Hutchins tidied up his desk as the students exited his classroom, their murmur growing thankfully more distant as the moments passed. “Finally,” he sighed to no one in particular. His week had been a doozy, as the Department was short-staffed and he was required to grade not only his own classes’ mid-semester exams, but also pitch in and grade other professors’ students as well. It was an all-hands effort, with zero extra pay, and he was starting to resent his choice to enter academia with its interminable busywork and unappreciative students.

Once he was satisfied he was alone, he opened his top right drawer and pulled out a small metal flask of pure relief. He unscrewed the top and took a large mouthful of sweet scotch, swishing it around like mouth rinse, and allowed it to plunge down his throat in a fiery stream. “Aaaahh,”, he thought, “this is better than sex.”

“Can I have some?” Professor Hutchins practically choked as he heard the inquiry come from near the doorway. His face flushed from a combination of the scotch and shock as he saw Tracy standing there, looking unsure of herself, but with a devilishly playful grin nonetheless. He was momentarily dumbfounded and speechless, but then tried to gather his wits and say something sensible. He did not succeed, instead having a serious lapse in professional judgment and nodding an invitation for his student to come share a drink.

Tracy was unbelievably hot, and flaunted her body constantly. She was of average performance in her studies, but was a genius in knowing how to wear exactly the right outfit that accentuated her ample curves and provided instant erections to all nearby men. Professor Hutchins often found himself straining to avoid having his eyes dart towards her short, tight skirts, which always managed to show plenty of her plump, velvet thighs, or her tight blouses which revealed generous hints of creamy white, inflated breasts. Now this angel was walking towards him, and his heart beat hard as he realized in a moment he would be party to an act that could get him barred from teaching forever. He knew why she was here, and he decided that he was going to let her have it, that he earned this moment for all those years of toil as a teacher and loyalty as a husband in a completely unfulfilling marriage.

Tracy grabbed the scotch from him, and took a generous gulp. Some of the liquid dribbled from her slightly open lips and splashed right into her cleavage. Her tongue flicked around the tip of the flask, licking every drop of the spilled liquid and then sucking on it seductively. She unbuttoned her blouse, and leaned over for Professor Hutchins to have a lick of scotch off her huge breasts. It was the moment of truth for him…he could end this now, or delve headlong into a fantasy that every red-blooded man in the world would consider throwing away a career and a marriage for.

He hesitated…then plunged face first into those glorious fat breasts, eating and breathing scotch, bra, shirts and nipples like an animal. Tracy moaned and strode on top of him, gyrating on top of his now rock-solid cock through his pants. A primal beast awoke in Professor Hutchin’s soul as he ripped his student’s blouse and bra completely off, then pushed her off and bent her over his desk. He lifted her skirt and drove his face deep inside her crack, first licking her clitoris, and then putting his tongue deep inside her vagina. He rocked his head back and forth to meet Tracy’s orgasmic motion until she tightened up her body and climaxed which a high pitched squeal.

Professor Hutchins did not care who heard; he did not care if a news crew showed up and his exploits were featured on the evening news. This was worth it. It was worth all fifty years of a mediocre life he led, filled with frustration, disillusion and disappointment. For one glorious moment, actually, for the first moment in his entire life, he was a MAN—pure, primal man.

Tracy pivoted and reached right for his zipper. She pulled out his swollen member and sloppily sucked on his fat, throbbing cock. The professor relished the glorious vision of having the most beautiful girl he had ever seen give him head. He could not wait any longer, and stood her up and placed her on the desk again. He plunged his cock deep inside her and stabbed her with his penis over and over and over. Papers and pens fell off the desk and the desk moved forward with each thrust. Finally, he could hold himself back no longer, and pulled out just in time to shoot his hot fluid all over Tracy’s face, breasts, and stomach.

He was exhausted. Tracy was a disheveled mess. She got dressed as Professor Hutchins tidied up his desk. She turned to leave, but first placed a wet, erotic kiss on his lips, and said “Do you think I can have another drink tomorrow?” He smiled and nodded. As she left, Professor Hutchins sighed the deep sigh of a man who has turned a corner in his life and knows that his formerly mundane life was now awash in new possibilities.

Alyssa and John had been together a meagre three months. She had done all of the things that a girl should do to make sure that a guy wasn’t just playing around with her heart strings. She’d met his parents, made friends with his friends, and most importantly not given up any lovin’. She was sure that John was the real deal. He was a professional bad ass most of the time, making a living at the motorcycle shop working on broken down Harley’s that had seen better days. No one looked as good in a leather jacket and skin tight ripped up jeans as John did. He looked the part of a bad boy but when they were alone he was soft as butter. He knew all the right things to say and how to make her feel like the most important part of his world. She had decided that come what may, this was the man she wanted. Alyssa clearly didn’t make these decisions lightly. They were taking a couple’s trip this weekend and roughing it out for a few days. She decided it would be the perfect time to finally give in to her desires and let John have his way with her. In a relationship so solid it could only cement the bond further. Alyssa had never been camping but she certainly had her ideas about what it was going to be like. She kept her mind busy as they made their way towards the chunk of land they planned to camp on. There were some great trails to ride his motorcycle on, John had said, and he wanted to show them to her so he brought it along towed behind her sleek black SUV. Once they made it to the camp-site and set everything up it began to get dark outside. It was lovely and there was every sunset colour known to man in the evening sky. John got the fire going and took his shirt off since it was beginning to get a little warm setting up camp. Alyssa’s jaw dropped at the sight of his muscular shoulders that were just tanned enough to give them a glow of warmth. She couldn’t help herself any more. She needed to touch him, taste him. Sneaking up behind him she lathed her tongue from his shoulder blade to the sensitive area right behind his ear. Spinning around in surprise at her making the first move, which was not the normal way of things, John shot her a hungry look. She hooked her index fingers into the belt loops on his jeans and yanked them downward only to find that John was going commando. My oh my, that man was beautifully built. Alyssa was no virgin, but she gave her love with caution. Tonight she would throw caution to the wind with John. Getting to her knees on the soft blanket beside the fire she ran her nails up and down John’s thighs making him shiver. She pulled her white tank top over her head and put it around john’s hips like a belt. Grasping either side she pulled his cock into her mouth and used her tank top to control his hip movements. The taste of him so salty and completely masculine made her ache so hard that she couldn’t take it any more. Pulling John down with her onto the blanket she allowed him to remove the rest of her clothing which he did slowly as if to reveal a great masterpiece. Kneeling between her legs he used his fingers to test whether she was wet enough for him and when his fingers came away drenched, he knew that she was. Working his cock into her tight pussy was like torture for Alyssa. She wanted all of him. Arching her back and thrusting upwards with her hips she forced him in to his hilt. Stifling a groan, John began to move rhythmically within her. The heat and waves of her climax built almost immediately and she was pushed to her brink within seconds. John was only heartbeats behind. With three months of foreplay the orgasms were earth shattering and every creature around was sure to have heard their cries of completion. It was a long love session, but there would be many more tonight. John suggested that the next time would be on the back of his motorcycle.

Sara had been working at home transcribing medical records for local doctors so that she could earn a few extra dollars while her husband worked as a financial consultant down town. She and Tony had been married for 17 years and had two children who were now in school. They were very happy together. Tony’s job was high pressure and many evenings when he came home he was only interested in assuming his regular position on the sofa and watching several hours of basketball before dragging himself to the bedroom where he would find Sara already asleep.
One morning while Sara was taking a break between medical documents, she found herself doing a little surfing on the web and she stumbled across a porn site. She quickly diverted herself off of that site because after all she had never engaged in any type of erotic play such as that. As she began to prepare to get back to work her mind wandered back to the image of what she saw on that internet site. Curiousity took over and she found herself clicking back onto the site. Within only minutes she found herself totally engaged in the wide range of erotic scenarios. Before long she found that she had one hand on the computer mouse and the other between her legs. She began to pleasure herself as she watched the vivid images of others having wild uninhibited sex. She began to imagine herself as the women in these incredibly hot situations. She wanted to be the one having her pussy devoured . After all it had been so long since she felt that sort of excitement. She and Tony had just not had the time or the energy to allow themselves to really enjoy each others bodies. She continued to pleasure herself she was totally unaware of the back door unlocking and Tony coming home to pick up some files he had left behind that morning. She had no idea that Tony was now around the corner watching her in total disbelief. As he watched his wife begin to moan in excitement he knew that it would not be long before she would explode . His cock was bulging thru his trousers and he was finding it hard to not explode himself. All of the sudden she became aware that he was there and while she was taken off gaurd she could not stop herself at this point. She made eye contact with him but no words were spoken. He moved in behind her office chair and slid his hands around her and directly into her wet pussy. For a few moments they continued to watch the computer screen together until he knew that he could not go another minute with out tasting her. He spun the office chair around and began to devour her . Next , she sat up and removed his trousers and began to return the favor by taking in every hard inch of his manhood. After a few moments they found themsleves on top of her desk exploding in pleasure.
As they layed next to each other for a few moments still in silence, he turned to her and spoke his first words since he arrived home. He asked her if she could foward him the name of the new website she had found. They both smiled as they engaged in a very long over due passionate kiss.

Bobby Sue had a boyfriend since the eighth grade, after they went on to college they grew apart. Bobby Sue went to the state university and Tommy went to a technical school. Bobby Sue found a job at the local gym she could work at when she did not have class. I will say seeing Bobby in that skimpy workout outfit will get your heart pumping. She has the perfect body her breasts explode out of the top of her shirt and her long legs go up to an amazing behind. There was always interest by customers in Bobby.

Bobby was that amazing person that was fresh from the country. She was always polite and a touch on the innocent side in some ways. There was nothing phoney about her. She had one love her whole life and now at 19 years old he is miles away doing his own thing. Broke up from her boyfriend now going on three long months Bobby has so much built up sexual energy she is going to explode. Being in college and seeing all these people everyday then going to the gym and watching guys work out was driving her crazy.

She did not know what to do about her big problem she could not make the first move, it was not her style. She looked so hot day in and day out and was wondering why nobody approached her in that way. The occasional man whore would make a comment or ask her out but that is not what she wanted. Were all these normal guys married or did they have steady girlfriends? These thoughts kept going through her head as she looked in the mirror wondering what might be wrong.

She finally decided she would have to make the first move if she was going to get any action. Anthony was the guy that came to the gym on a regular basis that she was really interested in. Anthony came into the door and went about his workout everyday. One day he would hit the weights, bench pressing, lats, clings, you name it he did it. The next day he would hit the tread mill and stair stepper. Everyday he would go through that door and Bobbie’s eyes were glued to his every move. She was gaining courage now and approached him daily to see if he needed anything or needed assistance with something. The answer always came with a sheepish grin “no I am fine” and Bobby went on with her day thinking “Yah you are more then fine”. Anthony was a shy boy from a rural area also. First time living in the big city on a baseball scholarship to the university. Anthony had crushes in his home town but no steady girlfriend or anything like that.

One blustery winter day in this midwestern city the gym was really slow. Bobby told the other employees she would close the gym as she only lived a block away. Everybody went home early except Bobby. She new that Anthony was the last to arrive and the last to leave the gym every night. She had a hunch that all the employees would like to leave early as the weather was quite nasty. She prepared for her big chance before coming to work.

Nobody was in the gym as Bobby waited patiently. She had a lace teddy and g-string with sexy lace nylon stockings under her t-shirt and sweatpants. Just thinking about it was getting her excited. The weather was so bad out she was seeing her chance fading. Finally the door opened, and yes it was Anthony. He walked in and warmed up a little. He went to the waits and started bench pressing. It was time to close and Bobby went and locked the door. She went over to Anthony and he asked shyly if he could stay and finish his workout. As Bobby took off her t- shirt and sweatpants she answered. “If we can workout together” she said straddling Anthony on the weight bench. Anthony turned red as Bobby leaned over and kissed his lips. Anthony was unsure but something was growing. He was a little awkward but kissed her back putting his arms around her.

She took his shirt ad shorts off admiring his stiff member. Her breast were yearning to be touched as her nipples were sticking out like small headlights. Her panties were soaking wet in excitement. She handled his member and lightly kissed it. She could not believe how hard it was. Anthony started fondling her breasts pinching her nipples lightly. He moved his hand to her crotch slipping around her moistened area.

She straddled him as he entered her in pleasure. She finally got to ride the cowboy she yearned for so many days. As she went up and down on his stiff member moans of pleasure filled the gym. They exploded together and held each other for a moment. They are a frequent late night thing now. Country met country in the big city.

Sarah rolls onto her back, pulling the blanket up, tucking it tightly under her chin in her effort to seal out the cool, winter breeze coming through her dorm room window. She doesn’t get up to shut the window because that would mean leaving Kris’s warm body, which is pressed up against her right side, as Kris lays, also on her back, blankets tight under her chin. Sarah lies there, quietly listening to the soft sound of Kris’s breathing. Awake now, and thinking sexual thoughts, Sarah slowly moves her hand away from the blanket, down her own body, drifting lightly over her cold-hardened nipples, to her waste, then across the bed to the warm thigh pressing up against her own.

As Sarah’s hand floats easily across Kris’s thigh, a low moan escapes from her lover, indicating that Kris is at least partially awake. Slowly, Sarah works her hand, palm flat, across Kris’s thigh, then down towards her knee, then slowly back up. Sarah knows just how to slowly stir Kris’s desires, how to turn a light, comforting touch into that delicious tension that is endlessly pleasant to finally release. As Sarah’s hand continues her trip, now returning back up the leg, inching slowly closer to the inside of Kris’s thigh, working under the light pajama shorts that Kris wears, Sarah starts to hear more moans coming from the other woman – increasingly alert moans, increasingly sensual sounds.

Sarah continues her caresses, and Kris’s moans deepen. Sarah closes her eyes and smiles, satisfied that her advance is welcome, even in the middle of the night. With renewed vigor, permission now wordlessly granted, Sarah flips over onto her side so that she is facing her love, hovering above her. Gently, Sarah brings her hand up to tangle in the soft curls between Kris’s legs. With a light, gentle touch, Sarah plays in the field of curls, teasing, touching, and enjoying herself.

Sarah’s fingers move slowly over Kris’s warmest spot, occasionally tangling in the fine, brown curls, then scratching lightly, finally smoothing over them, alternating between various touches and intensities. Kris continues to lay still, eyes closed, but she begins releasing more and more of those soft little moans. As Sarah feels Kris’s wetness begin to escape the confines of her curls, the moisture between her own legs increases as well – Sarah can barely take any more of this quiet, still love making. Firmly, Sarah parts Kris’s folds, and slips her finger inside of her. A much louder groan escapes Kris’s lips, and this time she pushes her hips forward to meet Sarah’s hand. Slowly, Sarah’s thumb moves up through the slick folds of skin, steadily reaching for the little bump that she knows is eager to be touched. As Sarah’s thumb glides over Kris’s most sensitive spot, Kris bucks once uncontrollably. Sarah sighs, glad to have found her goal, and then carefully begins messaging it slowly, firmly.

As her fingers move in and out of Kris’s slick walls, her thumb carefully caresses her special spot. Kris begins to move more, pushing her hips to press herself against Sarah’s hand, moaning and moving her head from side to side, lost in the oblivion of Sarah’s touch. Finally, suddenly, Kris reaches her climax, raising her head and shoulders off of the bed, shuddering as Sarah works her through wave after wave of pleasure, gently guiding her down and back to the bed.

“Mmmm. Good morning,” Kris manages as she continues to concentrate on breathing. Sarah smiles, “it’s not morning. It’s like…” she cranes her neck to see the clock then continues, “it’s 3am.” Kris slowly opens her eyes, breathing more normally now, she glances at the clock. “Hmmmm,” Kris begins, then pulling herself up she leans over Sarah, pushing Sarah onto her back and into the blankets. “Now that I’m up,” Kris continues, but instead of finishing her thought she leans in and kisses Sarah gently, but firmly, on the lips. Sarah smiles into Kris’s lips, as Kris’s hand begins to roam down Sarah’s body.

His preference for her company became palpable as the night wore on. She was moved to the head of the table, to his right where he served her champagne from silver trays and fed her strawberries, which she took delicately from his fingers with her tongue, scraping his fingers with her teeth in invitation. She smiled sweetly, and her eyes twinkled. He had a way with his words and when he turned on the charm and made compliments towards her, a blush of innocence would rise through her features, along her neck, and across her flawless bosom.

This both excited and encouraged him, for sure, never had anyone responded to him so naturally, hung so fully on his words, or watched his lips with such an entreaty in her eyes. Likewise, his nature responded to her in a way that exceeded mere desire. He had wanted women before, and, as a man of position, had managed to have his way with them, but looking at her he knew that just to spend the night with her would never be enough. He needed to own her, to consume her. He knew the match was far beneath him, but to imagine her looking at another with such fondness in her eyes was too much to bear.

Their marriage bed was saccharine and idyllic. He kissed her gently tracing all her fine features. Her eyes lids, high forehead, neck. She released a sigh which shuddered through her body and tickled across the skin of his shoulder as she raised her head from the pillows. His fingers entwined in the long, dark curls that he loosed from their bridal knot; they ran like silk down her shoulder and across his chest. As he took her nipples in his mouth, feeling them harden against the moistness of his lips and the gentle sting of his teeth, she moaned, and arched her back pressing her hips against his. Her body trembled with want, but it did not dispel the fear in her eyes.

She was a virgin, tight and hot against his desire, and he longed to take her with all the urgency his need demanded. Though the necessity in his groin rose to meet the throbbing heartbeat he felt in the soft skin of her thigh against his side, he held himself back taking her only as she moistened and softened between his fingers, and then with great tenderness, he entered her slowly. He would not ruin the sweetness of the moment that it might bear repeating. She basked in those simple words, “I love you,” as they were spoken muffled into her shoulder.

As they both lay damp with the sweat of exertion, and the soft exhaustion which remains after all one’s bodily desires have been satisfied, he pulled her to him and felt the curve of her body against his. Her breast swelled white, nipples pink and hard, still evidence of the passion that had racked through her body. God she was lovely.

She could not help but notice his appraising gaze and returned it with one of her own. She reached down and cupped him in her hand, weighing the balance of her prize, and enjoying the powerful tension in his thighs, and the strong curve of his shoulders as they moved into his back. He was sculpted like the statue of David and, she could not help but notice, was becoming equally hard. She was surprised by the speed with which he rallied, and rolled atop him to encourage his passion.

His eyes widened with surprise as she settled her weight lightly across his hips and ran her nails gently across his chest. She smiled with a strange mixture of sweetness and seduction, bending to kiss him, the smooth firm halves of her buttocks moving to cup the hard roundness of his swelling desire. She bent and kissed him teasingly biting his lower lip, her hair trailing down his chest as she rose, taking him in slowly, and deeply. He groaned; as she started to speed up! He could do nothing but let her take control, losing himself in the rhythm pulsing in the tight confines of her maidenhood. He rose to meet her as she raised and lowered herself, tightening as she reached her own pleasure, throwing back her head as she grinded against him in animal want. Together they found the ultimate freedom of mind and body, as they came, one with another, in perfect unison.

Erica grabbed her Oyster card, and after giving her lean figure and dark features a final once-over, ran to the bus stop just in time to board.

It was crowded, and as she pushed her way to the back, she saw him. Their eyes met as his quick smile turned into a playful, openly interested stare. There were no seats available and the only open standing room was directly in front of him. Erica licked her lips and after a short pause, edged closer. As she approached, she turned and grabbed the safety handle above her head. She waited.

With her back to him, she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and inched even closer, close enough to feel his body heat from where he sat behind her. She was wearing a skirt; the sensitive skin on the backs of her knees tingled with anticipation as he casually brushed her left calf with the tips of his fingers. It was just soft enough to have been an accident, but filled with unmistakable intent.

She could feel her skin cooling from the thin layer of perspiration that had quickly covered her neck, chest and legs. Her nipples grew hard against her thin t-shirt, and just as she thought it would never happen, she felt his warm hand circle her right ankle, pulling it toward him until it met the hard, cold metal of the seat he was perched on. Erica gasped quietly, glancing nervously around the bus to find everyone else but her lost in thought, music, or the passing scenery.

The eager hand that gripped her ankle began to rise along the soft curve of her slender calf until it rested against the tender skin just above the back of her knee. He paused, waiting for a protest; waiting for any reaction at all. When he received none, he slid his hand further until his finger tips rested just under the seam of her short skirt where he spread his fingers, grinning at the dampness of her skin.

Erica arched her back slightly, gripping the safety handle a little tighter, holding her breath as the bus continued on its route, stopping every few minutes to unload passengers while others took their places in the cramped, humid summer heat.

Erica felt herself growing wet, the ache building deep inside her pussy, the longing to be touched, licked, penetrated. She boldly slid her left foot back until it was pressed firmly against the seat between his muscular legs, standing over him, straddling him, giving him a somewhat concealed access to whatever he wanted.

His heart raced at her sudden invitation and he felt his cock begin to throb and strain against his jeans. Even as his hands made their way up along her warm inner thighs, his eyes continually roamed the parts of her shapely body that in this public place, he could not yet touch. With his right hand resting just below the gentle curve of her right buttock, he could feel the lacy edge of her pink panties; panties he fully intended on taking home with him. His left hand continued up the inner thigh of her right leg until fingertips met warm, moist, silky fabric. He could smell her now, he longed to taste her. The musky scent of her wet pussy made his mouth water and his pulse race at the thought of sliding his tongue between her swollen, wet lips.

Erica reached up to grip the safety handle with both hands. She could feel his dark eyes all over her, his hot breath against her lower back. His fingers paused, not with hesitation, but with anticipation. In one quick movement, he grasped her panties by the crotch and pulled them to her ankles. She shifted slightly and in seconds, they were safely tucked into the right pocket of his jeans just as another passenger glanced in their direction, her attention caught by his sudden movement.

They both froze as her eyes lingered over the two of them, sensing that something was amiss. Maybe it was their proximity or their rigid postures, but her curious gaze turned slightly suspicious and Erica stepped forward just enough to break the spell.

She reluctantly released the safety bar and as she began to walk away, he took a firm hold of her left wrist and pushed something into her hand. She pulled the chain to signal to the driver that her stop was approaching, and exited the bus without even a glance back. Shaking slightly, her legs feeling weak and unreliable under the weight of what just happened, she stood for moment, listening to the bus pull away from the curb when she remembered the piece of paper in her hand.

She opened it, smiling at what he had written.

“Tomorrow, the Number 16, Edgeware Road 12:30pm. No Panties.”

Santa’s little helper loved his job working in the Spectacular Sex Toy shop. He enjoyed knowing that all his hard work went into keeping couples satisfied when playing around with one another in the bedroom. The feeling of satisfaction that he obtained from knowing that he had a hand in the pleasure of both men and women was incredible. But he decided that this year it was time that his partner got in on the act and they could both enjoy themselves over the festive period. So Santa’s little helper got him and his partner a couple of toys they both could enjoy.

On Christmas Eve Santa’s little helper placed a red gift bag under the tree for his partner to unwrap as it was their Christmas Eve tradition to exchange gifts on this particular night. This year he was going to make the gift a memorable one that would give them both pleasure. Normally he would have purchased a boring present like a sweater or some other kind of gift, but this year was to be very different. He had carefully picked out the toy and gift wrapped it before placing it in the gift bag. He wondered how surprised she would be, what will the look be like on her face when she opens the bag he thought.

I can’t wait to see the look on his face she thought to herself as she placed the finishing touches on his gift. She couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams that he would have ever thought of purchasing a toy for them both. Little did she know that pleasuring one another for the holidays was both of their plans. So she finished wrapping the gift and went downstairs. Luckily no one was around so she carefully went to the tree and placed the gift underneath.

Not knowing how the other would react was a concern that they both had. They had experimented before, but nothing on this scale or of this nature. They had both shared some wild and passionate times in the past but were they both pushing their luck with the new gifts they had both purchased. They both hoped not.

Soon dinner was over and the dishes were all put away and Santa’s little helper went to bring in some wood for the fireplace, when he had finished lighting the fire they sat back on the sofa with their gifts in their hands and exchanged. If Santa’s little helper had anything to do with it, it was going to be a long hard night. He handed her his gift and she handed him hers and they both agreed to open at the same exact moment. So Santa’s little helper counted to three and they both started ripping open the paper. The look on his face when he opened her gift was a look of excitement. He would have never taken her for the type to purchase him a cock ring. ‘Oh my gosh what fun they could have’ he thought. When she opened her gift and she saw the brightly coloured vibrator which offered various speeds that would excite both of them they immediately looked at each other and smiled. Right there in front of the fireplace he leaned in to kiss her and the kiss blossomed and escalated into red hot passion.

Both of them couldn’t wait to get started, so the packages were ripped open and they both got naked before collapsing into a human heap down on the sofa with a blanket to cover them. With the lights of the tree blinking and the fireplace sparking, passion and magic erupted in the room. Neither one of them would have dared to guess that the other would have purchased the gifts they received but they were both glad they did. The amount of passion exploding that night was unlike any other night they had ever shared with one another. It was the most perfect Christmas Eve either had experience in their lives. A night that will never be forgotten and the perfect night to start a new tradition that could give them pleasure every night for the rest of the year.

What a good man Santa’s little helper is. Not only does he help Santa throughout the year but he helps a number of other couples and himself all at the same time. What pleasure he gets from his job and now he gets even more pleasure with the gifts that were exchanged on Christmas Eve.

After months of awkward sexual tension, Amanda was finally determined to get what she wanted. She had tried to get Mr. Curtis Millers’ attention in all the usual ways. She had worn seductive clothing that was barely respectable enough to wear in the office. She sent him flirty email messages throughout the day.

When Amanda’s usual methods failed to illicit the desired response – she decided to do something more proactive.

While her boss was out for lunch, Amanda sneaked into his office, slipped off her panties and popped them in her boss’s jacket pocket. To ensure there was no confusion, she added a note. It read “I want you”, signed neatly with her name.

Amanda had worried that her boss, a stickler for rules and regulations, would either report her for sexual harassment or fire her on the spot when he discovered the underwear and the note.

When Mr. Miller had returned from lunch he went into his office and closed the door. He stayed there for the rest of the afternoon. Amanda waited, nervously.

About an hour before closing,  Amanda received an email. It had read simply, “My Office. Now.”  Amanda was worried she had gone too far. Pulse racing, she hurried to the bathroom to check her clothes and make-up, plumping up her fine breasts and adding a little eye liner, before venturing towards the office.

She knocked on his door gingerly, fearing the worst. ”Come in” he said abruptly. Amanda entered.

“Hello Mr. Miller,” Amanda smiled nervously as she stepped inside her bosses office. He leaned against the side of his desk, her panties in his hand. He had a quizzical expression.

”Are these yours?” he enquired in a stern voice.  ”Perhaps” she replied coyly. Mr. Miller walked to the door and shut it. Amanda anxiously observed his every move. He moved towards her and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Relieved, Amanda eagerly slid her hand down the front of her boss’s trousers, slowly unzipping his fly. She was surprised by how quickly he had swelled, and gently prized his cock out. She was shocked by his released manhood, but pleased she had this effect.

She skillfully brought it to full girth with her perfectly manicured hands, whilst planting hot kisses on his face. Sensing his desire for more, she bent down on her knees, looking up into her boss’s eyes. She lodged his hot manhood in her wet mouth, smearing her glossy lipstick.

Mr. Miller urged her onto his desk. She obliged, parting her legs in anticipation – her moist pussy awaiting her long-desired boss.  His inbox fell to the floor as she positioned herself for him, sending papers skimming everywhere. He slipped easily into her hot, waiting vagina.   He built up speed quickly, causing her to shout ”Fuck me, fuck me!”

Amanda couldn’t stifle her shrieks of ecstasy, as his cock slid in and out with growing speed and intensity.

Sensing that her boss was also ready to finish, she pulled away from his throbbing dick, and kneeled nimbly on his desk. Bending forward she once more placed his swollen manhood between her lips. After working his warm, solid member a few times in her hands and mouth, she felt his hot salty juices explode against the back of her throat.

He gasped with pleasure.  Satisfied, she slid off the desk and fixed her skirt as if she had done it a thousand times before. She located her panties and slipped them on again. Approaching the exhausted Mr. Miller, she kissed him gently on the cheek, and whispered “Same again tomorrow?”

David needed to finish writing his novel. It was autumn, and the small beach community on the edge of North Devon was abandoned for the season. Perfect, David thought. He could finally knock out the last few chapters and then head back to the big city grind. The book was due to his London publisher the day before Christmas. The trouble was, David hadn’t written a word since before Halloween.

The days were getting shorter, and the weather was turning crisper. David hadn’t packed cold weather clothes mainly because he didn’t think he’d be wasting so many days at his friend’s summer cottage.

His nearly impossible goal of finishing the book in a week turned into the more realistic goal of finishing the story by the end of November. He promised himself he wouldn’t waste anymore time. He needed to get the creative juices flowing. He decided if he wasn’t writing, then he’d take a walk on the beach. He figured a nice brisk walk in the sand might clear his head.

It was on his very first walk when he noticed her. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-five years old. Soft, blond hair poured from her stocking cap, and her cheeks glossed rosy red. Her hands were stuffed in her winter vest, and her arms were wrapped warmly in a cashmere sweater. He met her silver blue eyes briefly as they approached one another. She smiled sweetly and briefly, and he could sense her curiosity at the fact that he was only wearing a tee shirt in such chilly conditions. He caught himself slightly flexing his solid biceps as her eyes crawled down his body. Not a word was spoken, but David promised himself he’d take another walk the next day at exactly the same time.

After a surprisingly great night of writing, David threw on the one sweater he packed and headed to the beach. As soon as he breached the dune, he saw her standing by the ocean. The weather was notably warmer than the day before, and she was wearing tight fitting jean shorts and a hooded sweatshirt zipped over her large chest. He approached from behind and said hello. She turned and smiled sweetly. She introduced herself. Her name was Autumn. Of course, David thought. So fitting. She explained how warm the water was this time of year. David suggested, only kidding, that maybe they should take a dip. Her gaze was longing, and she unzipped her sweatshirt, revealing her large, bare breasts. Her nipples hardened in the breeze, and a chill went up her spine. David pulled off his sweater. His chest was broad and chiselled. Autumn ran her hands over his firm pecks and abs, and then unbuttoned his jeans.

Before they knew it they were swimming in the nude. The ocean temperature felt warmer than ever before. Their bodies fell into each other, their lips connected, their tongues touched softly. Autumn eagerly straddled David, and his rock hard erection slipped easily into her hot pussy. David thrust deeper and deeper, and Autumn moaned with passion with every thrust. They made love for what seemed an eternity, and Autumn screamed in ecstasy as low waves crashed into their pulsating bodies. They waded back into shore and tumbled onto the ground, warm sand clinging to their wet bodies. Exhausted, they both fell asleep, naked under the sun.

David and Autumn woke as the sun was setting, both bodies completely bare on this deserted beach. Autumn kissed David, then worked her way down his muscular chest to his abs. David fell back into the sand as Autumn engulfed his cock in her mouth. She stroked him, then pushed his cock back into her throat. David exploded in her mouth to Autumn’s delight. A sly grin, and Autumn was back on top of David, straddling him, easing his erection back into her wet, awaiting pussy. She rode him until they climaxed simultaneously, each coming with a rapturous howl.

Dusk nearly turned to dark before either of them re-dressed. David wondered if he’d ever see Autumn again. He invited her back to the house for a glass of wine, but Autumn simply zipped her sweatshirt, flashed that sweet smile, and turned down the beach.

David finished his novel a week early.