Their business trip romance became a journey to pleasure

Holiday 2011

In this Issue:

• Their business trip romance became a journey to pleasure
• She gives him a booty call every week, and he comes running
• A daring dress leads to a sexy one-time tryst with a total stranger
• It was a late delivery and the messenger used the back door
• He was a hound, but one woman knew how to keep him in line
• Waitressing didn’t cut it, so she found a more lucrative profession
• With her husband away she turns to other consolations
• It took him nearly fifty years to get her, but it was worth the wait
• Her neighbor thought he was too big for her. It was a challenge
• Five young guys at his daughter’s wedding were hot for his wife
• Hidden Desires
• Biker Dude
• She hadn’t wanted to even go to the party, but it worked out great
• She earned her grade the hard way—making her professor hard
• This year’s annual sex pilgrimage was truly a trip to remember
• His taste for full-figured girls was tickled right in his own back yard
• With both their spouses away, it was too good an opportunity to miss
• He offers up his body for her to play with—she takes it from there
• This sultry summer idyll features a hot stranger and a steamy climax
• Giving head came naturally to her—and was she ever hooked!
• For some of the prom-goers it was hell night, for others pure magic
• That first encounter with her boyfriend’s manhood was a hit
• They had talked about swinging with another person, but they hadn’t figured on two . . . and then four . . .
• MIDNIGHT at the TUNNEL of LOVE
• They expected it to be a threesome, but the party grew some
• Here’s a smutty new take on “employee evaluations”
• Her old flame turned up suddenly, and it was better than old times
• Her Daughter’s wingman
• A PROMISCUOUS WIFE, A RANDY FRIEND AND AN UNRELIABLE DOG
• HIS WIFE LIKES TO PLAY WAITRESS IN JUST A SEE-THROUGH NIGHTIE
• THE STRANGER WANTED TO FUCK HER, AND HER HUSBAND HELPED
• ONCE HER TUBES WERE TIED SHE COULD REALLY LET HERSELF GO

I met Mark on a business trip three years ago. I was sitting in a hotel bar when he sent a drink over to me. He was quite handsome, with a dark, rich tan and an attractive smile. I smiled back at him and he came over. We started talking, and one thing led to another, and we were inseparable for the rest of the trip.

It turned out that Mark lived only a short distance from my home, so we ended up flying back together. We discovered that we really liked each other and wanted to continue seeing each other when we got home. I felt very much at ease with him, and didn’t think twice about giving him my number or openly making out with him as we said our good-byes. When we parted at the airport he told me he would call me later that night. I couldn’t wait!

When he hadn’t called by midnight I gave up and went to bed, telling myself he was naturally busy, having just arrived home, and would call tomorrow. But after four days had gone by with no call from him, I felt broken-hearted. I also felt a little foolish. I had shared some intimate fantasies with him during our trip. Mark had seemed open and understanding, and had shared just as much with me as I had with him, and I thought we had made a real connection. But now I had to resign myself to the apparent fact that he was just a blowhard, and not really interested in me.

Then, on the evening of the fourth day, the phone rang, and it was Mark. At first I couldn’t disguise my anger and hurt feelings, but once I calmed down he apologized fervently, saying that he had lost my number, and it had taken him a few days to recall where he had put it. He assured me that he was really anxious to see me again, and he hoped I still felt the same.

Before we hung up we had arranged that he would come over that very night. I was on cloud nine! I was so thrilled to know that I had been right about our connection. I wanted to look casual but hot for him, so I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a halter top that showed lots of cleavage. I couldn’t wait for him to get there.

When the doorbell rang I had to restrain myself from rushing out and throwing myself into Mark’s arms. As I opened the door there he stood, as tan and handsome as ever. He looked me up and down, then grabbed me by the waist and planted a heated kiss on my lips. His tongue sought mine, and instantly we were lip-locked, kissing each other hungrily.

Mark pushed me back into my home, never breaking the kiss. It was euphoric; I didn’t want it to end. As he held me tighter I could feel his erection, and my pussy immediately began to tingle and get moist. His mouth was hot and electric, and my body reacted to him eagerly.

When he broke the kiss we released each other long enough for me to make some drinks. With the aid of the drinks, and a lot more kissing, the conversation turned to the fantasies we had talked about during our trip. Mark brought up some of the erotic things I had imagined trying in my more unguarded moments, and the more he spoke the redder my face got as I began to realize just how much I had divulged to him about my secret desires.

Mark moved in closer as he retold these tales, and the closer he got the more turned on I felt. He was whispering in my ear, telling me what he’d like to do to me, when suddenly he grabbed the tie of my halter top and it fell down, exposing my large tits. In another second he had me pinned beneath his weight as he sucked, tweaked and bit my engorged nipples. It felt amazing. He knew exactly how to play with me, and my body was responding.

His weight felt amazing on top of my small frame. I felt as though I was captured and he was having his way with me—it was so intense! I threw my hands above my head, making my tits stand out even more. He feasted on me as his hands went for the button on my jeans. In a moment they were off me, and his mouth was now perilously close to my pussy. He smiled up at me as he held my legs wide apart, and told me he was going to drown himself in my sweet pussy juice. Then his mouth was between my legs, giving me the best head of my life. I could barely control myself as my hips thrust upward, pressing my cunt against his wet, sticky mouth.

He soon had me dancing in his clutches, and it was amazing. He didn’t let me come, though. Twice he had me on the brink of orgasmic oblivion, only to back away. As I approached heaven’s door for the third time, he stood up, leaving me quivering and aching for release. He then stripped his clothes off, flipped me over with my ass high in the air and proceeded to lick my asshole. I had never had that done before, and it felt amazingly wicked and dirty. As he licked my rim I felt him rubbing my ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he did so.

Suddenly he stopped, and pulled my head back by my hair, telling me he was going to take me places I had only fantasized about. Then I felt the head of his huge cock at the entrance to my ass. I started to tell him no, but he grabbed my hair more tightly and, in a sexy voice, told me to let go. He swore that he’d be gentle, and that if I wanted him to stop he would. “But you won’t want to stop,” he promised me. “You’ll be begging me for more. More. More.”

His calming voice and the effect of his almost magical control over me put me into an almost trance-like state. I felt myself loosen up, and as he pulled back on my hair his dick slowly entered my tight anal ring. It was a pressure I was not used to, but in a second it went from pressure to pleasure as I felt more of his cock slide up my back door. At the same time his fingers were playing with my dripping pussy, and I loved it all.

When his cock was completely imbedded in my ass he let go of my hair and asked me if I was ready. I could only whimper my reply. With that he grabbed my hips and slowly started thrusting in and out of me. Oh God, I was on top of the world! His fingers were working my pussy like a virtuoso at a piano, while his cock worked my ass like a lumberjack’s saw. My head was spinning as I was overcome with my first orgasm of the night. Mark kept going, letting me scream out my pleasure, but not letting up on giving me what he’d promised.

As another orgasm hit me he started moving faster. He put his fingers in my mouth, making me taste my own juice. I felt the weight of him on my back as he leaned forward. His panting was making me crazy, and I knew he was ready to come. Just as he was about to let loose I felt a third orgasm sneak up on me, and as I yelled out in ecstasy, Mark joined me, shouting out his lust as he unloaded his come deep into the depths of my no-longer-virgin ass. He seemed to spurt forever, and I matched each of his contractions with mine.

When we were able to speak again, Mark asked me how I was feeling. I thought my smile said it all, and told him so. I told him I couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt, and how skilled a lover he was. He had more than fulfilled my secret fantasy of being taken in the ass. We kissed and cuddled until our passion rose again, and we ended up making love for the rest of the night.

That was three years ago, and now any time I come up with another fantasy that I’d like to try, Mark is more than happy to fulfill it for me to the best of his ability. He hasn’t disappointed me yet.

—K. H., Malibu, California