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Sad Smile

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Meg Philip
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Sad Smile

She smiles even though she feels like crying; willing the rogue tear away. She breathes deeply in a futile attempt to control the built up emotion; straining against the pent up frustration. She can feel it coming but is fearful; fearful of the impact that a release of such intensity can have on her, on her mind, on her body and on those around her. She rises slowly; still controlling her breathing and walks the length of the room repeating her mantra as she breathes.
I have the confidence to do this;
I have the confidence to do this.

She repeats this ten times before coming to a halt in front of the mirror. She says the mantra one more time before taking a huge breath, she opens her eyes slowly as she exhales; forcing herself to look at the image that stands before her.
I have the confidence to this she says again.

She looks at the beautiful creature before her, this is the first time she has noticed how beautiful the person is. The peaceful gleam in her eye; the honey colour of her skin sprinkled with a distinguished blemish here and there. A cute little button nose quite easily at home in such a unique look. Her lips were full and soft and her cheeks big and rosy. She has those sorts of cheeks that rise with every smile and dimple ever so slightly. Her smile is big, warm and genuine; the caring and affectionate side of her character easily shines through when she smiles.

But underneath all that, there is a discreet hint of sadness, a longing that can only be viewed by the most discerning viewer. She longs to be held and not groped. She longs to be stroked and not groped. She has a longing to be ensconced in a huge bear hug and be kissed gently on the forehead, whilst being told how much she is appreciated loved and valued.

She is a very beautiful woman, with a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. Her aura has many willing to be with her and around her; yet the one thing she wants from the person she wants is not within her reach. She takes another deep breath and refocuses on the woman in front of her; she smiles as she reaches out to stroke her face.

I really appreciate you; I really love you and I really do value you and everything you do for me and for others. You’re the most beautiful person I know both inside and out and I will always be here for you. However, I really do think it is time that you regain focus and start doing things for you; put yourself first for a change and most important of all love yourself. Love the same beautiful person I have grown to love, believe in yourself and your dreams.

Outdoor Activity

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Meg Philip
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Outdoor Activity

As I sat on the not so crowded tube, my mind wandered back to the events of the last month or so. There were a few days where I lost all inhibitions and… well…, let’s just say I’m now a totally different person.
There we were sitting on the Heath taking full advantage of the Indian summer. Everybody had the same idea; the Heath was absolutely heaving with people, couples, families, groups of people and individuals all out to make the most of the very late summer. We found a not so secluded spot to sit, chill and top up our tan; a spot at the top of the very steep hill right under a tree with limited shade. We joked about not being able to go any further as the climb had taken away what little puff we had.

He fidgeted impatiently as I spread the blankets, ensuring there was enough room for us to spread out, chill and have fun; oh and enjoy our picnic of course!
Being the gentleman that he is, he helped me to sit down and then stared hungrily at the beads of sweat between my cleavage. Man it was proper hot that day! The minute I sat down, I backed off my vest top and shorts and sat upright in my bikini; his eyes bulged at my semi nakedness. Following my lead, he backed off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and made himself comfy next to me. I poured the wine, we toasted; I sipped and then kissed him gently.

We talked about our week, sharing the highs and lows, the what-ifs and the maybes. We talked about any and everything, proper set the world to rights as you do. We stopped mid-discussion to rescue the Frisbee that got caught in one of the branches above us. We declined the offer to join in the game, but promised to play later when the weather cooled down a bit. He poured more wine and we started to nibble on the picnic.

‘Wish I could fuck you right here and now’ he said as he stroked my thigh.

I smiled in agreement; the combination of the sunshine and wine added to the amorous feelings and I just knew the increasing damp patch in my knickers wasn’t sweat!

‘Perhaps we can fuck, when it starts to get dark and with less people around’ I said although, I was secretly wishing he would take me right then.

Looking around, there were a few other couples nearby all scantily clad and in various positions of embrace.

Mmm, perhaps we could discreetly indulge in a little outdoor activity I thought.

His gentle touch on my thighs made me feel quite adventurous and more determined to do something about the rapidly increasing wet patch.

‘I’m so wet and hungry for you babe; how about we figure out how to perform a lewd act without getting caught?’

‘I thought you’d never ask’ he replied, ever willing and definitely a lot more risqué than me!

He reached up to stroke my pussy through my bikini and mock flicked his hand as if being burnt from my hotness. I opened my legs and telepathically encouraged him to do more than stroke; like he needed encouragement! He casually slipped his finger under my bikini and in my wet pussy.

‘Damn baby, I love the way you’re always wet’ he said as his fingers moved backed and forth, in and out.

I relaxed into his movements and moaned softly. Fuck it felt so good, if only I wasn’t so nervous I would have stripped naked and made him fuck me there and then!

‘I’ve got an idea’ he began, ‘prop yourself up using the bag as a cushion, lie back and relax’.

I obeyed and was so I pleased I did. He spread my legs slightly and positioned himself to make it look as though he was resting his head on my inner thigh; that in itself added to my excitement. He turned his head slightly and inhaled the hypnotic scent of my wet sex; he casually pulled my bikini to the side and kissed my exposed pussy whilst fingering my wet hole. I breathed deeply in a vain attempt to stifle the warrior cries that yearned to escape; I feared of drawing attention to us.
He spread my legs wider and turned to lie on his front. With my bikini bottoms pulled fully to the side and the whole of my pussy exposed, he set to work on his favourite pass time. He licked the length of my slit repeatedly, whilst making sure his nose rested on my swollen clit on the upward stroke. With each up and down movement, his fingers slid in and out of my wetness; my juice coated his fingers and then some.

That was pure torture, my clit needed some attention too and I was talking about a little more than a little rub with the tip of his nose! I held on to his head and tried to force the clit issue but he wasn’t haven’t any of it. He stopped altogether, sat up and pushed his fingers in my mouth. Fuck me I taste good! I kissed him so he could taste me too.
‘Yeah I know how good you taste’ he said as he pulled away.
‘Baby, please finish the job’ I pouted.

That did the trick; he couldn’t resist my pretty brown eyes giving him the hungry, “come fuck me” look.

‘Lie back down and leave me to do what I do best, if I feel your hands on my head I will stop, ok’ he said strictly.
‘Yes sir’ I giggled and resumed my position.

Aahh this was the life, there was something quite liberating about having my pussy eaten whilst lying under a tree at the top of a rather busy Hampstead Heath.  With every lick, suck and thrust of his tongue and two fingers, my body jerked in appreciation. I moaned softly to further demonstrate my appreciation and forced myself to keep my hands away from his head. You don’t know how badly I wanted to grab his bald head, pull it forcefully into my pussy and suffocate him with my sex.
I could tell he was sensing my pain because it was at that point that he moved to my clit, to begin the next stage of his torture routine. That did it! My moans became louder and the distant chatter I could hear reminded me we were out in public. I glanced around quickly and noted that people were busy doing their own thing and not paying any attention to us…
Cool, so I relaxed and got back in to it. He wasn’t perturbed by the noise around us or even with me looking around. Oh no, he was on a mission to hit the jackpot and boy did he do it some justice. With his full lips covering my clit like a vacuum and two of his fingers buried deep in my pussy, he continued with his torture routine. He worked his tongue vigorously on my bud; up and down, side to side, in circles, he even used his teeth too.
‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…’ I panted as my body started to shake.

Now you know how it is when you’re about to cum but you try and hold back because that pre cum feeling is so fucking awesome you want it to last forever. Every nerve ending in your body is on fire, the tingling sensation is like little electric shocks running through your body; it’s like going upside down on a rollercoaster and the butterflies in your stomach can quite easily give Usain Bolt a run for his money. You know that feeling right? Well that’s exactly the state I was in. I was holding back for dear life but his tongue and skills were proving otherwise and before long my body pulled rank and I came like a bitch on heat on Hampstead Heath, in the middle of a sunny afternoon.

Now, I pride myself on my ability to have earth shattering orgasms very quietly when circumstances prevail, especially in situations like this. However, the force was way too much and, well… let’s just say, a few people did glance over in our direction. But being the reserved British folk that we all are, people carried on regardless.

My outdoor activity is somewhat restricted now because the climate is getting cooler but should the opportunity arise….. I’ll post another blog.

Office Quickie

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Meg Philip
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Office Quickie

The sun was slowly setting, the temperature had dropped slightly. Everybody had gone home including the cleaners. The office was deserted, almost!

The door was shut but not locked; the blinds up and the window open. Music was playing quietly from the PC.

You’re pummelling me from behind, banging the shit out of my pussy. I’m screaming filthy directives at you at full tilt, the words, the moans, and the grunts are the ultimate aphrodisiac for you; for both of us.

“Shit, fuck; bang me harder… Oh yeah bang me, fuck me harder! Make me your fucking whore.”

You’re standing behind me, your cock thrusting away at my juicy, wet hole. You feel that strange sensation that a man can only get from fucking a tight pussy; total comfort and electric excitement wrapped up in a single erotic moment. I’m deliciously naked before you; my hand is underneath me, playing with my clit, strumming away at my sodden pussy. My fingers are a blur, as I jack myself off. The quest for my orgasm will not be difficult.

My breaths come in ragged gasps, as I launch into my first orgasm of the evening. Until now you haven’t felt in danger of cumming yourself. I look and feel so radiant beneath you, impaled on your cock. You drive into me again and again, pounding my cunt to a juicy froth. My pussy is so slick and slippery. It is a warm vice that snugly holds your cock. The slapping of skin on skin is deeply erotic. It pushes you further, driving harder into my steamy depths.
“Uh, uh, unh. Oh god! UNH!!!” I gasp.

You reach down and grab the rounded cheeks of my arse. You dig your fingers into my skin, mauling and groping my lean flesh with unbridled desire. My orgasm takes control; my moan is low and lewd. My hips buck against you, rotating in a distorted spherical pattern.

That is all the motivation you need. My orgasm pushes you to yours. You run your hand up my supple back. A thin sheen of sweat coats my skin. Reaching the top of my neck, you slide your fingers up through my hair. You close them, balling my hair in your fist, and pull tight. Flexing your arm, you pull me up and bring me to you. Groaning, my face turns to yours. We are standing now, my hands still bracing my sweat-covered body against your desk. Your cock drives into me from an upward angle. We are now engaged – full throttle – in a furious, standing fuck.

“Oh God! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh shit, oh fuck” we simultaneously moan.

With every thrust of your engorged cock, I gasp and rise up on my toes. You can’t think; all rational or intellectual thought flees your brain. There is only me, the sexy woman and my even sexier cunt that you’re fucking. No more! Streams of cum spew from your dick, flooding my pussy. The tension drains from your body, as you grind your cock into me with a final shaky thrust.

Sexy Shower

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Meg Philip
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Sexy Shower

I was in the shower, singing as usual. I got to the end of the song when you decided to join me. You took the soap in your hands and washed my body. Your soapy hands covered my skin whilst administering a nice light massage.

Mmm your hands felt so good.

You stood behind me and started soaping my shoulders and neck. Then, your hands slowly travelled down, finding their way to my arms and then up my sides. You pulled me into you and I immediately felt your growing excitement against my bare arse as your hands found my sweet chocolate breasts all creamy and white with the soap’s lather.

The soap in your hands worked into a great lather as you massaged my breasts. With each upward massage, you would end with my hardened nipples between your thumb and forefinger until they were the only things holding up my full breasts. Just before they fall from your fingers, you would give them an extra squeeze that made me moan and fall deeper into your hard chest.

You continued to massage my breasts until the soap started to wash away from the spray of hot water from the shower. You then begun to kiss, nip and lick my sexy neck as one of your hands dropped to my stomach. You traced the outline of my body with your fingers, going ever so slowly and ever so southward. I begun to gasp as your fingers both pinched one nipple and then the other while your other hand found its way to my mound.

I spread my legs as I felt your fingers lightly touch the hair that had now become wet from both the shower and from within. A groan escaped your lips as you felt my hand reach behind me and grab your hard, wet, cock. As my hand started to stroke you, I felt your fingers begin to spread my lips of passion. You started to grind your hips into my hand as I squeezed and pulled on your rod. I gyrated my hips to try and allow your fingers to find their way inside me. Finally, you let one finger slip past my sweet, wet lips and I groaned in pleasure whilst squeezing your cock hard.

I gasped as I felt your fingers begin to slide in and out of me; slowly at first, and then a little faster. My breathing became rapid and erratic and you stopped suddenly, not wanting me to cum too fast. You pulled your finger from me and put it to your lips; you sucked your fingers slowly and let it slide into your mouth; tasting the sweet tanginess of me. Slowly, you turned into me; kissed me deeply and I sighed as you begun to push me forward slightly. I release your shaft and let you place the tip at my opening.

I tried to move backward, but you stopped me with your strong hands and started to slide your cock up and down my wet slit. You let my juices run out of me and onto your shaft making it wet and slick. I whimpered for you to put it inside me. But you carried on teasing me for a little while longer. Eventually you decided that it was time and that your cock was coated with enough of my slick honey. And so, you brought the head to my opening and began to slide inside of me. You continued to slowly slide in me, never pulling out; until you were all the way in and as deep as you could go. The suddenness and complete fullness made me groan deeply for the entire time you slid your hard, hot, wet cock into me.

Slowly you began to slide yourself out, leaving only your head still in me. Again I felt you slide back in, all the way in and then back out. You continued like this, slowly making love to me as the shower heated us to an unimaginable temperature. As the heat continued to rise, your pace started to quicken, but your strokes never dwindled; they remained steady and even.

My moaning and breathing came in shorter and shorter gasps. You told me to drop my hand and put it on my hard little clit. As I complied, sparks flew through my head as I felt your hands on my hips and my finger on my clit. I started to rub myself as your cock thrust in and out of me. I could feel the pressure build as my finger made little circles on my clit and your cock rubbed the inside of my hot, throbbing pussy.

Aaahhh the friction…

As the familiar pressure built up, I begged you not to stop. You smiled as I swore and moaned, whilst begging you to fuck me harder and faster, through gasps of breath.

“Oh shit, fuck, fuck me……don’t stop, oh baby, please don’t stop. You feel so good, ohhhhh……so…… fucking gooooood”

You increased your pace, slamming your cock into me. My wetness was surrounding your shaft and I could feel the pressure beginning to build in you too. I smiled as you moaned, gasped and swore softly as you fucked me.

“Yes, oh fucking hell yeeessss. That’s it… oh baby…I want to go deeper… mmm and harder, harder.”

I joined in too and between us we swore, panted and moaned.

“Fuck me, oh baby yeah, fuck me harder baby. Fuck…… Oh Fuck…..Oh shit, I can feel it… I can feel it cumming….Oh shit, fuck…fuck oh ooohhhh yeeeessss… I’m cummmiiinnnn”

The pressure was soon released from the inner most depths of my body. My legs started to shake and your hips jerked as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through our entwined bodies. The feeling of my pussy contracting and holding your cock meant you could no longer control your own explosion; you came with one last thrust deep inside my pulsating pussy; filling me with your seed whilst my whole body was still in full spasm, making my orgasm last longer.

Just Being Friendly – Karen

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Meg Philip
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Just Being Friendly – Karen

I stood in front of him in just my underwear and stilettos. I turned around slowly, so he could admire my semi naked body. I held his gaze whilst running my hands up and down the sides of my body. Barry breathed deeply and tried to resist the urge to reach out and stroke me.

‘Wow, you have been practising some restraint haven’t you my dear’ I said admiring his sudden bout of willpower.

‘Yes mistress, I have’ he replied, regressing to his favourite character with low self-esteem.

‘I am very pleased with your progress Master Bates and as a reward; you can pick which pleasure you’d like to receive first’

‘Thank you Mistress.’

‘Now be a good boy and fetch me your bag and your collar’

‘Yes Mistress. Here you are Mistress. May I put it on Mistress?’

‘Go ahead Master Bates. Now then, because you have demonstrated a degree of restraint you can choose a pleasure, what will it be?’
Barry was into S&M big time. It wasn’t really my thing but the more he asked me to do it with him, the more I kind of got into it. We didn’t do the full on rubber wearing, tying up and whipping shit; well not yet anyway. It was more of the collar, leash, handcuffs and blindfold type of stuff.   He would get into character and I would dominate him by talking down to him and getting him to do absolutely anything I wanted him to!

‘Mistress, I’d like you to choose my pleasure.’

I wasn’t feeling particularly creative at the time and couldn’t for love nor money think of anything for him to do. Whilst I was thinking, he began to stroke his cock absentmindedly.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I shouted at him.

‘Sorry Mistress’

‘Right, go and get me the paddle now!’

Barry handed me the paddle and bent over the chair and without warning, I raised my hand and struck his bum with such aggression, twice; once on each cheek. Barry flinched and let out a muffled cry, then stood up. Holding his head down, he apologised then thanked me.

‘Now that you have learnt your lesson Master Bates, I’d like you to stroke your cock with both hands’

‘Yes Mistress.’

I sat and watched Barry slowly masturbate whilst holding his gaze. Who’d have thought a man like Barry would be into all this kinky shit. Barry was six feet and four inches tall, he weighed about seventeen stone and had a twenty inch neck. He worked out in the gym all day every day.

‘Master Bates, I can see you’re starting to get a little too excited. Stop what you are doing now and come over here’

‘Yes Mistress.’

I sat on the kitchen table, spreading my legs wide.

‘Eat my pussy.’

Barry wasted no time getting on his knees in front of me. He rubbed his nose along the damp patch in my knickers, and sucked away at my wetness. Barry loved sucking my juices through my knickers; the first time he did it was pretty sexy and really made me that much wetter. After the third and fourth time though, it started to get a little tedious.

‘I said eat my pussy, not suck my knickers. Do as you’re told or else Master Bates’ I bellowed.

‘Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress.’

I stood so Barry could take my knickers off and watched as he smeared the crutch all over his face; he really was a kinky fucker. Barry realised I was watching him, dropped his head and begged for my forgiveness. I was getting bored of this little game now. I got the paddle, motioned for him to bend over and spanked him ten times on each cheek.

‘Now, get on your knees and finish the job properly’ I commanded.

I sat upright in the chair, with my legs spread wide. Barry was on his knees kissing and massaging my pussy.

This is more like it I thought.

I could feel the pressure inside me building; I was almost at boiling point. Barry licked the length of my slit, and chewed gently on my labia as I writhed and moaned in delight. He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, encouraging it to protrude even more; the gradual exposure made my clit even more sensitive than normal. Barry sucked away on my clit; the heat from his mouth and power from his tongue sent me into overdrive; it felt as though he was French kissing my clit. I could feel my body begin to tighten as Barry neared the spot.

Barry had left his alter ego and was now causing some serious damage to my pussy. The louder I moaned, the harder he licked and sucked. Barry slipped a finger up my arse as he was sucking and that did it for me. Grabbing his head, I pulled him deeper into me, fucking his face while his tongue fucked my pussy.

Man I’ve not been eaten like this in a long time I thought as Barry brought me to the edge and stopped.

He readjusted his position and went back in for the kill. I was there, ready to explode; right on the edge, just a little bit further. I yanked his head back and with an almighty scream, I came squirting in his face and open mouth. Barry continued to fuck my arse with his fingers and I continued to squirt in his face.

Just One of Those Days!

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Meg Philip
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Just One of Those Days!

It was one of those days where I severely lacked discipline. The in tray was steadily piling up and deadlines were fast approaching but I had other things on my mind. I didn’t want to cost my client’s new event, I didn’t want to read through my other client’s contract; I didn’t want to do any work at all, it was just one of those days.

I needed stimulating, needed some motivation; the kind of stimulating motivation I was unlikely to find staring at my computer screen, or could I?

I logged into my profile on fuckmeyouarehot.com and smiled at the 20+ people wanting to be my “friend”. I should have realised that posting my succulent chocolate nipple for my profile picture would increase traffic! Temporarily ignoring those “friend” requests, I scanned my messages and found the one I was looking for, well it was more like ten to be honest.

I opened the first and it read:

“I want to undress you and tease your nipples with my tongue”

The 2nd read:

“Your huge chocolate nipples are a meal on their own; I can’t wait to feast on them.”

And the 3rd:

“I want you on your back so I can lick my way up the inside of your thighs”

Can you see where I’m going with this?
His last message simply said:

“I’m suddenly at a loose end and can meet anywhere within a 5 mile radius of Wembley whenever you want; just let me know”

Mmm now there was an offer I should refuse but didn’t want to.

He called himself Choc Dick and we had been talking for a couple of months now; we met up for the first time about three weeks ago, by chance at an exhibition I coordinated for one of my clients. I say by chance, but during one of our many conversations Choc Dick happened to mention he was attending that same event; what a coincidence! Anyway we hit it off and agreed to meet up again soon; its funny how soon doesn’t really have a time limit. Three weeks later though and here he is at a sudden loose end and well, I’m thinking… should I? Should I really meet up with Choc Dick? Mmm… Fuck it; Carpe Diem right? Perhaps I might even get to see that chocolate dick of his!
My PA frowned at my lame excuse as I ditched everything work related and rushed off to meet Mr Choc Dick.

I found a secluded spot in the car park, sent him a text to let him know I’d arrived, and then walked into the shopping centre to window shop while I waited. As I stared trance like at the lingerie in the window of La Senza the air around me suddenly became close and warm; I could feel a presence behind me and knew it was him. He kissed the side of my neck as he slid his arms around me.

‘Hi Chocolate Nipples’ he whispered as he nibbled my ear.

Damn that deep sexy voice with that slight Northern accent had an immediate effect on my senses; talk about make a girl’s nipples stand to attention!

I tried to maintain my composure by staring hard at the scantily clad mannequin; was it my imagination or were her nipples erect too?

‘I bet that outfit would look even sexier on you’ he cooed; his dulcet tones seducing me further.
‘Mmm’ was all I could manage to respond as I struggled to stop myself growling with desire.
‘Let’s go and try it on’ he said taking my hand and led me inside the store.

I watched as he rummaged through the bras and pulled out my exact size. Damn he’s good, or did I tell him? I pondered.
He led me to the changing room and sat with the other waiting men. Just as I was admiring the way my breasts felt in this sexy bra, his voice whispered through the curtains.

‘Just thought I’d let you know that I’ve got a raging boner imagining what you look like in that sexy bra’
‘Come in and have a look’
‘Do you mind?’

I pulled the curtain back and adopted my best catwalk pose, allowing him to admire the hot pink lacy bra in all its glory. He attempted to reach out and touch but suddenly pulled back as if remembering where he was. Noticing the empty cubicle opposite mine, he took a few steps back and sat on the empty seat behind him.

‘Turn around slowly please’ he mumbled.

I did so, using my best erotic dancer moves; maintaining eye contact as much as possible. His breathing increased as I stroked the outline of my body, up and down in slow seductive movements. He rested his head back against the mirror and thrust his groin upwards to show me the huge bulge in his trousers.

Damn that Choc Dick is yearning to escape I thought.

Absentmindedly he stroked his bulge through his trousers, whilst watching me stroke the outline of my breasts and staring deep into his eyes.

‘I better go back outside’ he said suddenly, ‘or would you rather I stay here?’

I walked across to him and straddled him; taking his head gently in my hands I kissed him tenderly.
‘Yeah wait outside’ I replied and kissed him again.

I got up slowly but stopped so my ample cleavage was level with his huge brown eyes. I leaned forward to allow him to inhale my scent and nuzzle me briefly.

‘Now go!’ I said abruptly and closed the curtains on my own cubicle.
We left the store in a hurry and headed towards the car park; I ignored the La Senza gift bag he was blatantly carrying yet tried to hide.

‘What floor are you on?’ he asked breathlessly.
‘5th’
‘Let’s go to my car then, I’m on this floor’ he said pulling me in the direction of his car.

Any minute now and the alarm bells will start ringing I thought, but they didn’t; not a sound. The sound of doors being opened remotely suddenly echoed throughout the packed yet empty car park. He sensed my sudden tension, smiled and motioned towards the gleaming black vehicle he just unlocked.

‘It’s ok, that’s me’ he said pointing at the vehicle.

I relaxed instantly as he opened the door to my dream shag wagon; a spanking brand new Range Rover sport, top of the range with all the trimmings and tinted windows throughout. I creamed myself the minute he opened the door for me; I was wet and ready to be used there and then. I couldn’t even hold it down and be the coy, shy and retiring person I usually am.

‘Your car has made me cream my knickers’ I told him unabashed.
‘Well your little display earlier has given me a painful erection’ he replied.

We kissed, climbed over to the back seat and scrambled to get naked from the waist down. We got down to boxers and a shirt; thong and a blouse, our uniform we joked and then, he started to talk.

‘I’ve been thinking about this moment for a very long time Ms Nipples; I’ve wanked countless times looking at your profile pic, you really are one seriously hot chick’
Why the sudden need to talk? Did he not realise I was soaking wet and in need of absorbing; my moisture needed reducing and he was busy rambling!

‘Mr Dick, thank you for your kind words; now can we finish what we started please?’
‘Sure, but I….’

I silenced him with a kiss and straddled him once more. My tongue explored his mouth as I kissed him with a hungered passion. He held on to my arse and roughly squeezed each cheek as if comparing them. He encouraged me to rock back and forth on his “painful” erection; dry humping him through our underwear.
What the fuck! Couldn’t Mr Dick feel the heat burning through his boxers? Couldn’t he feel the wetness seeping through?

‘Wow you’re kinda hot down there’ he whispered.

Fuck me I’m surprised he noticed!

‘I’d really like to taste you if you don’t mind’
‘Be my guest’
I wouldn’t normally let a man suck on our first ‘fuck’ but my fire was burning out of control, my flames definitely needed dousing!

I laid back on the soft leather seat, spread my legs and watched as he kissed and stroked my thighs. He slipped a finger under my thong and gently probed my hole. I relaxed and rocked with his movements, needing that finger deeper, needing two fingers, three perhaps… He replaced his finger with his tongue and licked away at my hole. His ice cream licking technique was seriously doing it for me; talk about open the flood barrier, or am I just a horny bitch?

I spread my legs wider, willing him to take the hint and sink his succulent yet active tongue into my sodden pussy. But oh no Mr Dick was intent on licking me like vanilla ice cream. I mean come on man, we talked about this; I went into detail of how I liked to be sucked. Told him what works, what didn’t and yet here he was licking me like the ice cream I wasn’t. Fuck this for a laugh!
I stroked his head and gently guided him up a notch. He took the hint, spread my lips and fucked me with two fingers; hard and fast, fast and hard just how I liked it. The erotic sounds of my wet pussy squelching added even more fuel to my fire. I wasted no time in telling him how much I was enjoying the pleasure he was giving me; I wasted no time telling him how hard I was about to cum, wasted no time telling…

Oh fuck I was at boiling point, the pressure had mounted and any minute now I was going to explode. Yeah, any minute now…. What the fuck!
Mr Choc Dick had stopped licking, sucking and finger fucking my hole and was gently stroking my erect clit, sending my orgasm straight back to where it came from. Not impressed! Well I wasn’t until he resumed his ice cream licking technique with two fingers pressing firmly on my ultra sensitive swollen clit.

Shit, fuck, cunt, bollocks! I think those words briefly summed up what was about to happen next.

Choc Dick’s tongue and fingers developed a speed twice as fast as the third setting on my rampant rabbit. Such skill, such power, such oh my f-f…
With an awkwardly arched back, my legs locked around his back, thighs and hands holding his head in place to ensure maximum suffocation, the inevitable happened. I had the mother of all orgasms; I came, I gushed and I squirted. I’ve never squirted before EVER but Mr Choc Dick’s unique technique ensured I had the first of many squirting experiences.

Half way through my squirtathon, Choc Dick spun me over, helped me up on all fours, wrapped up and eased his fat chocolate dick inside me ever so slowly.
Fuck me, such girth; such length, such pleasurable pain as this huge chocolate dick consumed and pounded my still quivering pussy. My attempts to regain control were futile so I did what any coy and retiring person would do in this situation. I held onto the headrest for additional support and bucked back to meet his never ending thrusts.

We fucked hard, we fucked fast; we fucked hard and we fucked slowly. He spanked my arse and told me how much he loved the way my tight hole squeezed his chocolate dick. He spanked my arse and told me how hard he was going to cum over my round arse. He leaned forward, kissed my neck and reached around to squeeze my breasts. That did it, orgasm number 4 was on its way but I didn’t want to go alone; Mr Dick was going to have cum with me this time! I clenched my pussy walls as tightly as I could bear it and reached underneath to squeeze his crown jewels.

‘Oh fuck, fuck, fuck’ he growled ‘Ms Nipples, oh yeah, shit… I can feel you c-c…’

I didn’t quite hear what he said after that because as I squirted yet again, he pulled out and came all over my arse; and boy did he cum. Mr Dick came for what felt like ever; he growled and wanked as he came, completely covering my arse.

Ewwgghhh!
He shivered as if somebody just walked over his grave; he took deep breaths and reached behind him for the packet of wipes. How convenient! We cleaned, we kissed, we talked; he drove to the 5th floor and parked next to my car.

‘That was beautiful Ms Nipples’ he whispered kissing me once more.
‘Absolutely beautiful’ I agreed responding to his kiss.
‘It was so beautiful that I’d like to repeat the performance, but in a much more comfortable and romantic setting’
I nodded my agreement, kissed him once more and promised to ring him ‘soon’. Back at the office, I cleared all outstanding work in record time much to the approval of my PA.
‘What’s up with you today? One minute you’re fidgeting and restless and the next thing, you’re all focused and efficient’ she questioned.
‘Aahh you know me Sharon, it’s just one of those days!’

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