Another Snow Day

 

“More Snow.” You say to yourself as you take a sip of coffee and stare out the back window. You watch the snow fall, illuminated by the back porch light and the early morning sky. The previous snow had mostly melted and now you are getting a couple more inches.

The local TV news is rotating between weather, school closings, and traffic updates.

“Mommy, is there school?” your daughter asks as she walks into the kitchen wearing pajamas and still clutching her stuffed dog.

“No Baby. No school. It’s still snowing. I don’t have to go into work either.” You say as you bend down and give her a hug.

“Snow?” she asks and then runs to the sliding glass door to look out the back porch.

Fresh snow covers where the previous paths had been cleared and everything is covered with a fresh white blanket.

“Mommy, what’re the birds and squirrels gonna eat? The feeder’s covered again.” She says with a tone of actual concern.

“We’ll put some seeds and nuts on the top of the snow. But they are hiding while it’s still snowing. Wait until the snow stops falling and we’ll do it then.” You reassure her.

“You gonna make breakfast?” she asks.

You smile at her, “Of course, what are you hungry for?”

She goes to the refrigerator and pulls out the tube of ‘easy bake cinnamon rolls’. “Make these Mommy. It makes the kitchen smell so good.”

“Ok. Do you want to help?” You ask. 

“Uh-huh”, She says nodding.

You warm up the oven as she gets the small round pan out of the cupboard for you. In a few minutes you have the greased pan full of doughy curls and ready to go in.

“Can I spread the frosting?” she asks as she holds the cold plastic cup of sugary goo.

“You have to wait until these are done.” You say, “Why don’t you put it on the counter for now?” She smiles and does as you ask. You put the pan in the oven and set the timer. “While that bakes, why don’t you get dressed. If you put something warm, you’ll be ready to go outside and play in the snow.”

“Ok.” She says, taking her stuffed dog from the counter and goes to her bedroom.

“I have the laptops set up in the den.” Your husband says as he enters the kitchen, an empty coffee mug in his hand.

“Thanks Dear”, you reply. “I’m glad we can telework but hate that it’s expected that we will telework every time there’s bad weather.”

He kisses you and refills his mug. “It only makes sense. Keeping people off the road, but still getting emails answered and office work done.” He looks out the window. “Look at that come down. I’m glad the schools and offices are closed.”

You walk up behind him, kissing his neck and wrapping your arms around him. “If the kids were asleep still, I’d say we head to the bedroom and enjoy some time under the blankets.”

He turns, kisses and hugs you. “That is too tempting this morning.”

The timer for the cinnamon rolls goes off. He releases you, “Go pull ’em out. Do you want a hand?”

You shake your head. “No, I’ve already got help.” You say as your daughter returns, a pink sweatshirt with a cartoon dog on the front, and thick blue sweatpants. 

“Daddy! Are you gonna help make cinnamon rolls too?” 

He bends down and hugs her. “No, your mommy said you were going to do it.” He looks at you and winks.

Using the hot pads, you pull out the pan and flip the rolls onto an empty plate.

“Is it my turn?” your daughter asks. You nod and move the plate and frosting cup to the kitchen table as your daughter climbs into her chair. Using a butter knife she carefully spreads the white goo onto the circle of steaming hot buns.

“Mmmmm Those smell so good.” Your husband says. “Can I have one?”

“Not yet Daddy. Let me finish.” Your daughter says as she slathers the frosting on and scrapes the last of it from the plastic cup. “Ok. Now you can.” She says proudly.

Your husband grabs one, “I’m going to check morning emails. I’ll be in the den.”

“I’ll be down shortly” you tell him. “By the way, don’t you want to have on more than your robe?”

“Good idea. I’ll check emails then get dressed.” He responds and blows you a kiss.

Looking at your daughter you tell her, “Only have one, Baby. You have to leave enough for everyone, including your brother.” She smiles with bits of frosting and roll on her face as she takes the other rolls from her napkin and puts them back on the plate. You refill coffee and sit at the table with her, watching the TV on the wall.

Your son walks into the kitchen, yawning and his hair sticking up all directions. “What smells so good?” He then looks at the table and grabs a cinnamon roll.

“Mommy said only take one. Leave enuff for everyone.” Your daughter directs.

You smile at that. “No school today. Eat up and get dressed. You and your sister can play outside in the snow. Daddy and I have to work from home today.”

“Yay!” he says as he pulls a glass from the cupboard and fills it with milk. “Can we change the channel to cartoons?”

You nod as you pick up the serving plate and wrap up the remaining rolls. “Have some breakfast. I need to go and check emails.”

Your daughter gets off her chair and pulls the cereal box from the pantry. “Can we eat in the living room?”

You shake your head, “Not today. Eat at the table. Then clean up.” You carry your coffee in one hand and your warm roll in the other as you walk down to the den.

Your husband has your laptop set up on your desk, catty corner from his. He’s leaning back in his chair as he scrolls through the messages.

“Anything interesting?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “Most of it is just folks saying they are teleworking or using a day of leave.”

You set your coffee mug on your desk, log into your computer, with the cinnamon roll in your mouth.

He looks over at you and chuckles. “You look sexy with your mouth filled, but I’d like it to be with something else.”

Your home page comes up, and you take a bite of the roll. After you swallow, you smile at him. “I prefer it when your mouth is busy.”

He gets up, closes the door to the den. “Are the kids busy upstairs?”

You nod, “Eating cereal and watching TV.”

He walks over to you. “Are you serious about me using my mouth? Give you a little oral treat before I go upstairs and get cleaned up?”

“Do you want to get under my desk as I’m on my computer?” You ask, hinting to the time you roll played “Boss and Secretary”. He nods and gets under your desk as you stand up and pull down your yoga pants. With your pants around your ankles, you sit and spread your legs, as you focus on your computer screen. Pulling up emails you scroll through them. Most of them are just quick status updates. As you read, you feel your husband’s warm lips on your right thigh, and his hair rubbing against the left one.

HR has an email that asks for your status. You need to respond and CC your supervisor telling them that you are teleworking. As you start typing, you feel his lips at the edge of your panties. His breath is warm and the tip of his tongue is wet. You inhale through your nose as you try to focus on writing. You feel the crotch of your panties slide to the side and the tip of his tongue slowly licks up and down.

“I am teleworking today.” You type. You feel his hands grip your hips as he thrusts his tongue into you. You bite your lower lip to stifle a moan. Your husband is so good at this. Trying to focus on work, you reread your message, and ensure that your supervisor is CC’d.. Your husband’s mouth covers your clit and you feel his gentile suction.

“Oh God” you say in a low tone and then bite your lower lip again. You hit send and the status email goes out.

Moving your hands under the desk, you grab your husband’s head. “You want me to cum? Ok, Hold on.” You say in a low tone as you hump his mouth. He grips your hips tighter as he continues licking and sucking your clit. Part of your mind is telling you ‘finish up, the kids will need something’ and ‘keep checking on work, you don’t want to get distracted’. Then your husband starts humming. The suction, warmth, and vibrations all push you over the edge. Your hands and thighs tighten around his head as you cum. He keeps holding you as your pussy pulses against his mouth.

You are breathing hard as you unclench and let go. Rolling your chair back, you let your husband get out from under the desk. He kisses you and you taste yourself on him. His shorts are tented by his hard cock. “Damn. I’ll have to take care of that later.” You say.

“Mmmm, Pussy and cinnamon roll, two flavors that go together better than I thought.” He smiles. “I’ll hold you to that.” He wraps his robe around him tighter. “I’ll check on the kids and get dressed. You can pull your leggings up for now.”

You stand up and adjust yourself, “Leave the door open so I can hear the kids.” You tell him, then you check your office Messenger tool and your collaborative work program.

A message pops up, “I know you’re at home, but don’t forget to sign off on last week’s vouchers. They should all be in the system.” It’s your boss.

You sigh. A nasty thought enters your mind. You are tempted to respond with something like “I’ll do them while my husband rails me from behind. Picture me getting fucked hard as I review your paperwork.” But as much as you’d love to have your old, conservative leaning boss turn red with embarrassment by your ‘filthy language’, you are a ‘good girl’ and so you respond instead with. “Of course. I’ll pull up the folder now and start working on them.” You take a sip of your coffee and focus on work.

After reviewing, and either approving or returning vouchers, you stand up and stretch. Your husband dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and typing a document so you don’t want to disturb him. Your coffee cup is empty, and you head back upstairs. The kids are in the living room watching TV, your son still in his pajamas. “Why don’t you get dressed. If it stopped snowing, you can go outside.”

As you rinse your cup, you look out the window. The snow stopped falling and the backyard looks so beautiful. You open the sliding glass door, and touch the snow. It’s not too dry or too wet. Perfect for snowball fights and snowmen. You grab a scoop full of bird seed and throw it as far as you can. Small seeds scatter over a small section of the snow covered porch. “That should help until I can refill the feeder.” You say to whatever birds are hiding up in the trees. After you close the door, you head back down to the den. 

You walk up behind your husband. “Are you almost done?” you whisper in his ear.

“Almost… Why?” he asks. You put your wet cold hand at the back of his neck. “What the..?” he says as he turns unexpectedly.

Laughing you back up “I just wanted to tell you that it stopped snowing.” He reaches for you and tickles you. You love and hate when he does that. You laugh uncontrollably and lie on your side.

“Be thankful my hands aren’t cold and wet.” He says with an evil tone while crouching over you and still tickling.

“We’re ready. Is Mommy all right?” says your daughter from the den doorway, her big puffy coat is zipped up and her pink fuzzy mittens are on her hands.

Your husband stops and stands up. “Yes baby, Mommy’s all right. She played a trick on Daddy so I was tickling her.” He makes sure that your daughter’s coat is fastened. “Is your brother ready too?”

At the top of the stairs your son yells down, “Yeah, Let’s go.”

Your husband kisses your daughter and then she goes up the stairs and follows her brother.

Your husband sighs, “Let me do a little more work, then I’ll go out with the kids and clear the driveway and sidewalks.”

You get up off the floor and straighten your shirt. “Do you want soup and sandwiches for lunch?”

He nods as he sits back at his desk “That sounds good.”

You let him focus, as you return to your desk. Messages and emails have popped up since you stepped away. “No rest for the wicked.” You mutter.

Lunch is a can of chicken noodle soup mixed with a can of country vegetable along with grilled cheese sandwiches. The kids made a couple of lumpy snowmen, which you took pictures of with your phone. Your husband cleared the driveway and sidewalks. 

Watching the “News at Noon” while you eat, you see that the weather will be warmer tomorrow and things should reopen. You look at your husband, “I guess I need to focus on work today, and be ready to be back in the office tomorrow.” You have the kids make sure their homework is done and their school bags are packed. 

The rest of the afternoon is spent teleworking. Your husband finishes before you, packs up his laptop, and then heats up leftover casserole for dinner. When you finish, you also power off, and put your laptop into your work bag, which you put in the living room. The kids already have their school bags lined up too. 

Dinner goes smoothly and everyone helps clean up. Then everyone goes to the living room to watch TV. You snuggle on the couch next to your husband, as you let the kids pick some shows on the cartoon and family channels. Resting your head against your husband, you comment “Not a bad day.”

He places your hand on his crotch and whispers “Once we get the kids to bed, let’s make it better.”

At bedtime, your husband reads to your daughter, as your son brushes his teeth. In your bedroom, you pull off your yoga pants and top. Looking in the mirror you see the curves that motherhood brought on. Your body is a canvas of marks from giving birth and recovering. Your skin feels a little dry so you sit on the bed and rub some lotion on it.

“Want some help?” your husband asks softly as he closes the bedroom door.

“Are the kids in bed?” you ask

He nods. “If we give them a few minutes then you can do what you said in the den earlier.”

“What did I say?” you ask in mock innocence.

He walks closer and undoes his jeans, pulling out his soft prick. “That you’d take care of this.”

“Awww it looks tired. Maybe I should let it rest.” You playfully respond.

He sees the skin lotion on the bed, then goes to the night stand for the lube. “Being you are already putting lotion on, maybe I need some lotion too?”

“If I do, no anal tonight. I didn’t prep for it.” You say in a soft but direct tone.

He smiles and nods. “No anal. I love your pussy more anyway.” He says.

Part of you knows it’s not the entire truth. Yes, he loves your pussy, but the times you’ve let him fuck your ass, he cums quickly. His word is good though, so you take the bottle of lube from him. “Do you want standing or on the bed?” you ask.

“If we do doggie style, then standing. Unless you feel like riding me tonight?” There is a glint in his eye and a slightly wicked grin on his face.

“Maybe next time Dear, I’m a little tired and don’t feel like doing all the work.” 

You drip some lube on his soft member and slowly stroke it. He hardens quickly. It looks tasty. Nice, thick, and veiny, with a tip that gets darker the more excited he gets. “Mmmm, You are enjoying this.” You purr, then you lick the tip. The familiar flavor of the lube mixes with his natural flavors. Slowly you lick along the firm shaft as you hold near the tip. Then you take him in your mouth. You feel the firm spongy tip at the back of your mouth. You relax your throat to take him a bit deeper. You feel his hands on your head as he thrusts into your mouth. Your pussy tingles. He’s so hard and excited. You move your head back and take him out as you stroke his slick cock. “I don’t think you’ll last long, so let’s fuck.”

Getting on your hands and knees on the bed, you position your ass at the edge. You feel him slide your panties to the side, then rub his slick shaft along your wet pussy lips. He’s teasing you. Then a hand is on your lower back and you feel him work the tip between your hungry lips. Once in, he grabs your hips and pulls you solidly against him. It’s a little harder than you expected but not unpleasant. He works it in and out of you at a steady pace. You reach down and rub your clit. He notices and slows his rhythm. Your nipples rub against the blanket as he continues to fuck you. Between his actions and your rubbing of your clit, you feel your orgasm building.

“You like me fucking you like this.” He says in a low tone through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna fill that cunt of yours.” He pulls you tightly and holds it. His hard cock fills you so well. You rub faster as you cum. He’s throbbing inside of you too. You love when you both cum together. After a moment you realize that your other hand was gripping the blanket hard, so you release your grip as you feel him slide out of you. His warm lips kiss the back of your neck. “I’ve been wanting to do that to you all day.”

You turn, lie on your back, and pull him on top of you. “I’ve been wanting that all day.”

He hugs you for a moment, then releases you. “Let me get ready for bed.” He says, as you realize he’s still wearing his t-shirt along with his socks.

“I’ll put on a nightie too.” You say as you get up, wipe yourself with your panties, then put on a fresh set and cotton nightshirt.

“Awww, I thought you’d wear the sheer one.” He jokingly comments as he pulls on his shorts.

You smile, “Not tonight. I want something a bit warmer.”

You both get into bed, as he hold you loosely and you rest your head on his chest. “Goodnight Honey.” He says

“Goodnight Dear.” You reply and soon you both drift off to sleep.

Hotel Hookup

 

The Plaza Hotel is the nicest hotel in the city. After a long flight and a “too fast” taxi drive, you check in, put your bags upstairs, then come down for a drink in the nicest hotel bar you’ve ever seen.

There is a beautiful tall, thin woman sitting alone at the bar. Her auburn hair has that frazzled look from too much travel. You walk over. “Rough day?” you ask as you sip a mixed drink. “Are you here alone?”

“I just slid onto the bar stool, Darling. Looks like we both could use some company today.” She says as she sips her wine.

“I’m surprised you are alone.” you comment as sip my drink. “You look like a model or an actress.”

She gives you a toothy smile. “I could say the same about you. Maybe we both just need a little escape or stress relief?”

You look around to make sure she don’t have a boyfriend or husband waiting, then say, “I’d love to escape with you.” You look at her lovely legs, showing under her travel rumpled shirt. “Should we go up to your room or mine?” You ask, in a playful tone, expecting her to decline your offer.

“I’m on the 18th floor and my room has a great view, but honestly, I want to see where this takes us.” She says and places her hand on yours.

That’s not the answer you expected, so you finish your drink, stand up and take her hand.

She leads you to the elevator.

“Let’s make this something to remember.” She says as the elevator door closes.

You kiss her. Your hands on her hips and your soft beard is against her face. Her skin feels so warm under the thin fabric of her skirt and top. The elevator doors open and she leads you to her room.

Inside, as you close the door, you kiss her again. This time you press her against the door. There is hunger and passion in your kiss.

You feel her heart racing against your chest. “Darling, Tell me, what do you plan to do with me now that you have me all to yourself?”

You unbutton her blouse and slide it off her shoulders, so it falls to the ground. You lift her sports bra, freeing her firm breasts. You lick around her left nipple, then suck it.

Here skin is so soft and smooth against yours. You then switch to the other breast. Her nipples are so hard in your warm, wet mouth.

“How badly do you want me to lick your pussy?” you ask. “And should we move to your bed, or just continue using the door?” you ask in a playful tone.

Her breath hitches as you suck her nipples. The tension is unbearably building. “Why don’t you find out for yourself?” She whispers, guiding your hand down, under her skirt, between her thighs, feeling your fingers brush against the lace of her panties. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

You use your fingertips so that the lace of her panties rubs against her damp lips. You rub in small, light circles, using the texture of the fabric against her sensitive pussy.

You kiss her again. “Lets move to the bed.”

She leads you to the king-size bed, slipping her skirt down over her hips, then stepping out of it.

You unbutton your shirt as you walk. Then pull it off along with your slacks. You’re only wearing your briefs. “Lie down on the bed.” You say softly.

As she lies on her back, you take the waistband of her panties and slide them over her hips and down her legs. Then you kiss the inside of her right knee. The hair of your mustache and beard, gently brushes against her skin as you slowly kiss your way up from her knee, along the inside of her thigh, towards her waiting pussy.

As you kiss your way closer to her pussy, your hands slide under her ass cheeks. Her skin is so soft and warm against your lips. You are almost to her pussy. The tip of your tongue teasingly licks around the outer edge of her pussy lips.

Her heart pounds as she complies, lying back on the bed, her eyes locked onto yours. She shivers for a second against the cool sheets. “Should I help you out of your briefs?”

As you lick around her pussy, you answer, “We can worry about me in a bit. Let me focus on teasing you.” You wink up at her from between her legs.

You feel her waiting in anticipation for your tongue thrust into her pussy….. But instead you kiss the inside of her left thigh. Slowly teasing her. You continue kissing along her thigh and then slowly lick around her wet pussy again.

Then you use the tip of your tongue to part her wet lips… licking up…. then down.

As you lick deeper, your mustache rubs against her clit. Grabbing her hips you hold firmly as you lick deeper, then lick up and around her sensitive clit. You close your mouth on her clit and suck. You move a hand and the use a finger to slowly slide into her as you continue sucking her clit. The finger goes deeper, twisting and thrusting in and out. One finger becomes two, which then become three. The faster you work your fingers in and out of her wet hungry pussy, the more you suck your clit. Then you hum for a moment. The vibrations move inside of her.

She moves her hips and bucks against your fingers. She grips the sheets tightly and you feel her legs tighten around your head as her pussy pulses against your hand and mouth. As she cums, you continue until she begs you to stop so she can catch her breath.

You let go, strip out of your briefs, and move up her slender body. Her nipples are still so hard. You kiss her mouth. “I’m good and hard. Should I just fuck you, or do you want to play with it first?”

She hugs you tightly, “Just fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

Reaching down, you put your tip at her wet entrance, the slowly move your hips, putting a bit more in. You straighten your arms, raise your torso as you thrust into her. You feel her legs wrap around yours, pulling you in a bit. You thrust harder and faster. You feel her nipples brush against your chest. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.” She feels so warm and wet around your hard shaft as you work the full length of it, in and out. You feel her hands grab your ass. She pulls you in harder and deeper. “I want you to fill me.”

You’re sweating now. Lowering yourself on her, you kiss her as you keep thrusting your hips. Your mouth explores hers. Your chest presses against hers. The whole bed seems to move with the force of your thrusts. She moans loudly which turns you on more. 
 “Should I cum in you or on you?” you pant.

“On me.” She responds, as her legs and hands let go of you. You stand up at the edge of the bed, stroking your cock, slick with her juices and your pre-cum. As you stroke, she rolls over, moves her head near you and opens her mouth wide. “You tasted me, I want to taste you.” She says.

The idea of fucking her sexy mouth helps push you over the edge and you shoot your load. Sticky strands hit her lips and cheeks. You pump until it dribbles all over your hand. She wipes her face and licks her fingers. “Not bad.” She says.

Getting off the bed, she grabs a hotel towel, and tosses it to you. “Here. You should go. I’m going to clean up. Thanks for the stress relief.” She picks up your clothes and rushes you to the door.

“Did I do something wrong?” you try to ask but the door closes. Wrapped in only a towel and carrying your clothes you head for the elevator and to your room.

You clean up and rest for a bit. Later, you head down to the dining room for dinner. You see the beautiful woman, whose name you never got, sitting at a table with a stocky, older man. They are holding hands and sitting very close.

She glances at you and then focuses on him, leaning in, and giving him a passionate kiss. You over hear him ask, “What’s that for?”

“Just showing you how much I missed you while your flight was delayed, Darling.”

You look turn and head for the bar instead. “Maybe I’ll just get room service later.” You mutter to yourself, as you sigh. “Well at least I was stress relief.” You think as you order a drink.

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Helping You with Your Cam Site, After Work

To make some extra money, we agreed that you could post on an adult site. You do Cam Shows and sell pre-recorded videos. Today you are doing it from our bedroom, while I’m teleworking in my office, down the hall. Lying on our bed wearing only a spaghetti strap top and lacy panties, you have your laptop on a lap desk. You are focused on DMs and answering requests from fans, and looking away from the doorway.

You are so focused on your screen that you don’t notice that I finished for the day and walked up behind you. You don’t know that I am reading and seeing what you are posting.

A fan has tipped you for some photos, so you pull up your “intro sexy photo package” and put them in the chat. He responds by telling you what he wants to do to your nipples and pussy.

You slowly reach into your top and pull your nipple.

“Do you want some help with that?” I ask from behind you.

You turn, your nipple still between your fingers. “Oh, are you done with work?” You ask.

I lean forward and kiss you. “I’m done, but you can keep working. Do you need some help?”

“Yes, I need some help” you say. I step to the edge of the bed, and get on my knees. Then, place my hands on your thighs.

“If I stay here, will you still be able to work?” I ask, as move one hand closer to your panties. Slowly I rub the damp fabric against your pussy lips which are almost visible. “You’ve been busy. You’ve had some good fans today I see.” and I softly kiss the inside of your right thigh.

“Want me to lay on the edge of the bed like this ?” You adjust yourself on the pillows behind you, so you can still use the laptop but give me access to your pussy.

“Focus on your work, my love. Don’t mind me.” I say as you feel my lips slowly moving up your thigh.

You try to look at the DMs. Many of them are other creators advertising or taking part in competitions. Scrolling down, you look for some of your more reliable fans.

You feel the tip of my tongue lick the crotch of your panties. That feeling of the wet fabric moving up and down your sensitive lips. “It’s hard to concentrate baby, all I want is your tongue deep in my pussy. You’ve got me so wet” You say in an almost serious tone.

“I thought we agreed that you would work on your site, until you had enough tips for the day. If I am disturbing you, I can go and start dinner.” I say in a playful tone.

You feel me slide the crotch of your panties to the side and the tip of my firm, wet tongue slowly going up and down the edge of your damp lips. You let out a light moan as I tease your clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I lick around your clit and then back down. You tighten your thighs around my head a bit.

“Mmmmm is that for me or a fan?” I playfully mumble around your pussy lips. You try to focus on your screen, finding one of your favorite fans.

“You’ve got me playing with my tits as you tongue fuck me and make me moan” you type onto the screen.

You read “How good does it feel? My tongue in your wet pussy?”

You place one hand on my head and type with the other. “My pussy is so wet. Your tongue feels so good. I want to cum on your mouth.” I continue licking and I grip your thigh with one hand and tease the crack of your ass with the other.

In your DMs your fan wants to show you his hard cock because you are so sexy. You feel my tongue thrust into your wet pussy so deeply that my nose rubs your clit.

You type “Yes show me your hard cock. Tip me and I’ll tell you what I want to do with it.” “Keep going baby” you tell me. You remove the hand from my head. Your hands are shaking a bit as you try to concentrate on typing. My mouth moves up to your clit, at the same time you see a TIP message flash on your screen and a full screen shot of a beautiful hard cock.

His hard dick looks so tasty, and thick. Your mouth is watering at the thought of sucking it, as you feel me suck your clit firmly. Desire and pleasure are filling you. You bite your lower lip as you try to focus on typing. “I want to suck your hard cock.” you type.

He responds. “Yes, suck it. Suck it hard. Then I want to fuck your pretty pink mouth.”

You moan a bit, as I lick and suck your clit, and you feel two of my fingers slide into your wet pussy. You quickly look at your media vault and find some videos of you sucking my hard cock, and another one of you sucking one of your dildos.

“Fuck yes that feels so good baby” you tell me breathlessly. As you feel my fingers going in and out, thrusting and twisting, you slowly exhale, and try to type. “Do you want to see my mouth getting fucked? Unlock these now.” adding the price and sending them.

You pull your nipple firmly as I keep working your pussy.

“Yeah! I’m gonna fuck that sweet mouth of yours” he types as you see him pay for the videos.

“Do you want a see my throat fucked hard like this baby?” you type as you post a different video of you deep-throating me. The thought of a cock in your mouth as I am filling your pussy is almost too much.

You release your nipple and suck three of your fingers. Imaging your mouth being stretched by a thick cock. You feel your orgasm moving through you, as you squeeze your thighs around me and suck your fingers harder. Your pussy pulses around my fingers as I suck your clit firmly

Breathing harder than you thought, you open your thighs and set your hand on the bed. You lean forward and I move closer to you. I kiss your lips and you taste your pussy on me. “Are you done with work for the day?” I ask.

Your nipples rub against the fabric of your top, as you slow your breathing. “No baby but I can take some time off and be with you.” You respond.

I hug you tightly and kiss you again. “How about I make dinner? You can finish checking your DMs. Besides I think you might want to change and clean up before we eat. Or do you want to sit in the dining room in your wet panties?” I ask with a smile.

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Unfaithful But Curious

You have been married for a few years and you do your best to care for your family, but recently you know there is something missing.

You have sex with your wife, but she isn’t as interested in it as she was when you first met, so you watch porn on your computer.

As you watch women suck the men, you sometimes wonder how it tastes. You notice that you are hard, not from watching the women, but from seeing those thick veiny cocks being sucked. As you jerk off, you lick your hand clean, tasting your own cum. At first it was different, but after a few times, you find you like the tingle on your tongue and the slightly acrid taste.

One night you tell your wife you are going out for drinks at a bar. You will be home soon you assure her.

You walk into the bar. You slip off your wedding ring and put it in a pocket.

Then you go up to the bar and order a drink.

You are dressed casually, but neat and clean and you notice a guy who has been staring at you.

You nod at him and he picks up his drink and sits next to you.

For a few minutes, you chat about sports, the weather, and other niceties. He leans close to you and says, “Do you want to join me in the Men’s room?” Nodding, you leave your drink and follow him.

The men’s room is empty. He leads you to the handicapped stall and secures the door.

He kisses you and undoes your zipper. You feel his hand in your pants as his warm lips are against yours. You taste the alcohol on his breath.

Reaching down, you unzip his fly and reach into his pants, finding he is already hard.

He whispers in your ear, “Do you want to suck me first?”

Then he lets go of yours and undoes his pants so his cock is free.

You get on your knees.

His hard cock looks as good as one from a video as you take the shaft in your hand and slowly stroke it.

You lick around the tip, and then suck on it. It feels warm in your mouth, though the taste is different. Your lips open a bit more and you take it in.

You feel it rub against the roof of your mouth and your tongue.

It feels different but good.

Grabbing the base of his thick shaft, you take it deeper in your mouth.

You suck firmly, and then back off.

Stroking up to the tip, your saliva makes it easier as you grab it firmly and stroke it faster.

He moans and places his hands on your head.

You spit on it, like you saw in the videos. That makes it more slick.

It feels so hard in your hands, you lick and suck the tip again.

He holds your head and thrusts into your mouth. It goes deeper than you planned.

You gag for a second, and back off of it. A string of saliva goes from his cock to your mouth. You stoke him harder.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” he says in a low voice.

You open your mouth and he thrusts in and out. You feel the tip in your throat. The thick shaft fills your mouth.

He is breathing harder as he holds your head and uses your mouth.

You tastes the sweet and acrid flavor of pre-cum. He then holds your head tightly against him as you feel it pulse in your mouth.

Warm, thick fluid spurts into you.

He lets go of your head. You back of his cock a bit and suck it.

He tastes different than you, but you like it. You suck him harder to get it all.

Your cock is so hard. You feel like you are almost ready to cum.

You stand up. ‘Your turn’ you say in a hoarse tone as you drop your pants.

He has slowed his breathing and gets down, licking your tip.

‘Oh God, that feels so good. Why can’t my wife do that?’ you think for a second.

You brace your hands on the stall walls. He licks your shaft. He more quickly strokes, spits on it, and strokes harder.

“You’re going to cum aren’t you?” he says in a low voice.

He holds your cock to his open mouth. He strokes it faster and harder.

Your balls are so tight as you shoot your load into his open mouth.

It feels so good. You feel like you’ve never cum so hard.

He keeps stroking as you feel his wet warm mouth on you.

He is sucking your cum, just like you did his. You realize that you are sweating and panting.

You slow your breathing and back up, so you can pull up your pants.

He is standing and zipping up his fly.

“Should we finish our drinks, or do you need to get back home to your wife?” He asks.

You look at your watch. ‘I can finish my drink, but then I should go back home.’

“Same here. Let me tell you about some of the other guys who come here.”

He says as we go back to our table.

Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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Cyber Connection - Chapter 5: NiceGuy63111's fantasy for you

 

You are amazed how Sunday went. The idea of Bobby stroking himself to an orgasm as you described how you would suck him, still turns you on. Especially since you started off with your description of spending time with him at the Fair. Later on, you were tempted to text him again, but instead you just fantasized about him and used your toy.

Waking up Monday morning, you feel relaxed, and a little excited about chatting with “NiceGuy63111” later in the day. At work, you smile at everyone and the morning goes smoothly. After the breakfast rush, you take a break and check your phone. Jen left a message asking about your Sunday. You text back “You wouldn’t believe what happened. Can you meet for a coffee?”

In a minute she responds “If it is as interesting as last time we had coffee, sure, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” You send her a smiley face emoji.

You ask the manager, “Can I do like I did last week and take my meal break, before the lunch rush?”

He looks at the clock and shakes his head. “Go, but be back as soon as you can.”

You nod and grab your windbreaker. You can tell the coffee shop is getting ready for autumn. It’s menu has more hot Apple Cider, and Pumpkin Spice drinks, plus a fresh batch of “apple cider donuts”. You get spiced coffee and a doughnut. Jen walks in as you pick up your order. “Give me a second.” She says as she places her order. Getting her favorite cinnamon roll and a pumpkin spice foamy drink.

You silently push your phone over to her with the chat app already open, and scrolled back to where you described the Fair and imaging holding Bobby’s hand.

She reads it as she unrolls part of her cinnamon roll and chews on it. Her chewing slows as she reads more. “So the ‘going to your apartment for sex’ was his idea?”

You nod “Apparently he was so turned on by my description of us spending time at the Fair, that he wanted to go back to my apartment for oral sex, instead of doing what you and Roger did on the Ferris wheel.”

She passes you back your phone, winks and smiles at you, “We had oral sex after the Ferris wheel too. And then we..”

“I don’t really need the details Jen.” You interrupt her. “But my question is, should I try tonight to pick things up again, or do you think it was a ‘one off’ because of the story?”

Jen picks up her unrolling roll and eats some more of it, leaning back and then sipping her drink. “So why did you stop, yesterday? Were you really not in the mood?” she finally asks.

You think about it for a moment. “Sexting like that took more concentration than I anticipated. I was trying to imagine him at the same time I was typing. But as much as I wanted to be turned on, I kept focusing on the sentences to make sure they made sense. I didn’t want a typo to ruin his time.”

“I can see that. That’s probably why when Roger and I do it, it’s short and to the point. But you already said that Bobby isn’t turned on by that.”

For a moment you imagine Bobby, sitting in front of his computer, with his hard dick in his hand stroking as he reads what you type. You’ve never seen his, but you imagine that it is as thick as your toy, nicely cut, with a few visible veins. Just the thought of this starts to excite you.

Jen leans closer to you, “Are you getting turned on right now by thinking about him?”

You blush when you realize that your nipples are hard and visible against your shirt. 
 “Maybe.” You playfully answer and then sip your coffee.

“Well, whatever you just did, I say that you should do it again at home. But we both need to get back to work, so you might want to think of something less exciting.” She says with a smile and a wink.

“Do you have that problem when you think about Roger?” you ask.

“Not usually. If I get excited thinking about him at work, I stop and remember that he didn’t clean the kitchen or do the laundry. Or imagine that he left dirty clothes on the bedroom floor. I’m turned off by that point.” She responds with a grin as she gets up.

You stand up and lean into her for a moment. “But what about if you come home and he’s cleaned the kitchen and done laundry?”

“That’s easy. I fuck his brains out.” She answers finishing her drink.

The rest of your work shift goes as usual. Most people are happy to get their food, and a few complaints about mistakes which you do your best to fix. Every once in a while, when things are quiet, you imagine Bobby at his computer, masturbating and waiting for you. A tingle of excitement moves through you when you do. But then you have to focus on the next customer, and the feeling is gone.

When you get home, you fight the urge to text him immediately. The excitement of arousing him again, especially with the implied promise of him pleasuring you in return, keeps trying to push to the front of your mind. “Stick to my normal routine. Besides he’s probably not on yet. Sort through the mail, make dinner, check email, and then text him, if he’s on.” You say as you place today’s mail on the desk. You change into your yoga pants and t-shirt. “I wonder if he knows I go bra-less most of the time I’m relaxing at home.” You think as you remove your bra and pull your t-shirt on. Glancing in the mirror, you remind yourself why you have to wear a bra to work. Your nipples are noticeable even when you aren’t excited.

You make a quick microwave pasta dish, then sort through the mail as you eat. Just bills and ads.

Your emails aren’t anything different. Then you sit back for a moment and wonder what he had for dinner. After throwing away all the trash, you sit down and see if “NiceGuy63111” is on.

“Hi Bobby, how was your day and what are you having for dinner?” you type. He’s not on yet but you want your message to be what he sees when he signs on.

You wait to see if he is going to respond. But apparently he is busy.

You play the “match the items” game on your phone, hoping that will distract you until he signs on. After completing a couple more levels (and going through almost a dozen lives), you see him typing an answer.

“Hi. My day was busy and stressful. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I picked up a sandwich from the shop on the corner. How was your day?”

You read the ‘busy and stressful’ line and type “Do you want to tell me about it, or should I try to massage you like you massaged me last week?”

“Do you think you can? Try to massage me via texting?”

You smile and respond “I’m willing to try.”

“Ok, where do you want to start? At my neck or at your feet?” he asks.

You had never thought about starting at anyone’s feet. Feet after a long day would be smelly and sweaty. But this is all a fantasy. You type up a response “Before I decide, tell me about your feet. Do you keep your nails trimmed? Do you have callouses and bunions?”

“LOL. I do keep my toe nails trimmed. The bottoms have some callouses and rough spots, but I don’t have any bunions or corns. Do you want a photo?”

Before you respond you receive a photo of his feet. The there are visible rough spots on them but aside from that, they’re nice feet. “You have very nice feet. OK. Then sit back as I take your right foot and massage it.”

“Do you want some lotion, cream, or oil? A foot cream might help with some of the callouses.” He types.

“Give me a minute.” You respond. Getting up, you check your bathroom. That gift basket your aunt sent for the holidays, has lotions, soaps and things in it. You find one that says ‘Foot Cream with Shea Butter’. You uncap it and smell. It has a floral fragrance. You place it by the computer with a hand towel. “I have some ‘Spa Foot Cream’. I squirt some on my hands and slowly rub it along the bottom of your right foot.” You squirt a little into your hand to feel the texture of it and get a better idea of the smell. Then wipe your hands with the towel. “You feel my fingers rub the lotion along the bottom of your foot. Rubbing the rough spots, I feel your skin soften and the room is filled with a soft floral scent.” 

“You are such a clever girl. Yes I feel your strong fingers working my foot. It relaxes under your touch. The scent of the lotion is wonderful.”

You continue describing how you massage his foot, heel, toes and then rotate his ankle. Then you switch to the left foot. You occasionally read his comments of “Mmmm. That feels so good.” And “You really know what you are doing.”.

The strange thing is, you have never done this in real life. You’ve had your foot massaged by an old boyfriend, but never done it for anyone. You concentrate on your description, imagining helping Bobby relax and feel better. After you finish writing about rotating his right ankle, you read “Sit down, I want to lick your pussy.”

You smile and feel a little tingle. “Are you sure? We could stop here?”

“You did such a wonderful job helping me relax, and last night you did a great job with the Fair and afterwards. You deserve a reward. Something you have asked for and I’m ready to give it.”

“OK, give me a minute first.” You type. Grabbing your cellphone, you go to your bedroom, lie down on your bed, and text him “OK. I’m ready.”

“I slowly slide your pants off of you, leaving your panties on.” He describes.

You take your yoga pants off, then lie back down, anticipating his next words.

“I spread your legs and softly kiss the inside of your right knee. I slowly work my way up your thigh. Kissing, and softly licking, your soft warm thigh.”

As he describes this, take your fingertips and slowly move them along the inside of your thigh. Imagining him kissing his way closer to your pussy. You are already damp from the excitement of what he is doing.

“Feel my lips as they are almost to your crotch. I slowly exhale a warm breath on your damp panties. I see a spot of wetness already in the cloth. Feel as I use just the tip of my tongue to slowly lick the surface of the fabric.”

You slowly use the tip of your finger to move on the outside of your panties. Moving up and down as he describes. “You are so good at this. Your lips and tongue feel so good on me.” You type one-handed on your phone.

“I smile up at you from between your legs. Feel my fingers as I slowly slide the waistband of your panties down the curve of your ass, and down your legs.”

“Yes, remove my panties. I want to feel your mouth on me.” You type, then remove yours, throwing them on the floor.

You read “I slide my hands under your firm butt cheeks, then lick up and down the folds of your lips. I taste your flavor and your excitement.”

Moving your finger tip up and down, you enjoy this. It is the strangest masturbation session you’ve ever done. But there is something so sexy and erotic about it. As he continues describing licking and then sucking your clit, you rub yourself, imaging his mouth. “Yes, suck my clit” you type. Rubbing harder and faster, you feel your orgasm building.

“Yes, as I suck your clit, I feel how close you are to cuming. I work a finger into your wet and waiting cunt, as I suck your clit harder.”

You put down your phone and rub yourself with one hand and finger yourself with the other. Imagining his fingers and his mouth helps to push you over the edge and you cum hard. Your legs tighten around your hands as you feel the pleasure move through you.

Wiping your fingers on your thighs, you pick your phone back up.

“I feel your pleasure as you orgasm against my face.”

Using both hands, you text “YES! My legs press against your head and I hump your face as my pleasure washes over me.” You wait a second and then type. “That was amazing. I really did cum. Thank you so much Bobby. I’ve never done anything like that.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time, we can try something other than oral sex? But give me a few days.” He then types. “Let the anticipation for next time build before we try something more.”

You nod as you read it, then respond. “Of course. Can I just text you tomorrow? To check on how your day was? You really are a nice guy and special to me. That’s not just because of tonight, but want to make sure you are okay.”

“Sure. I’m really glad I was able to give you pleasure. Let’s call it a night. Chat with you tomorrow. I hope you sleep well and enjoy your day tomorrow.” He closes with a kissing emoji.

“You too. Goodnight Bobby. I’ll sleep well.” And you send a kissing emoji too.

You get up and pull on your sleep shirt, and a fresh pair of panties. You quickly text Jen “Can we meet again tomorrow? You won’t believe what happened tonight.” 

In a few minutes you read, “Sure. But I’m happy to listen now if you want.”

You smile at that and respond. “Not tonight Jen. I’m tired now, so I’m going to bed. I would forward you ‘NiceGuy63111’ texts, but I would hate for Roger to see you reading them and think that you were sexting with some random guy.”

“LOL. Depending on his mood and fantasy he might enjoy that. But get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She closes with a winking emoji and a kissing one.

You sigh contentedly, set your phone on the stand by your bed, and fall asleep.

Rounding up Strays

You are a cowboy and recently started working on the Lazy BJ ranch. You had encountered a bounty hunter who recommended that you look for work there. The range boss hired you on. “You’re a good-lookin’ fella. The old hunter was right, we could use another good pair of strong hands around here. Show me what ya’ got.”

You demonstrated your skill with a lariat, roping a calf, and then he had you drive another cow into a pen using your horse and voice. Once the gate was closed, the boss said, “Yeah, you know what you’re doin’. You’re hired”.

You were shown the bunk house. “The’re a few rules you need to follo’, First: I’m the Boss. If I tell ya’ to do somethin’, ya’ do it. Second: Ya’ don’t mess none of the womenfolk in the house. Third: We all help each other out. Do ya’ got it?” ‘Yes sir. I do.’

That was your introduction to life on the Lazy BJ. You share the bunkhouse with Mack, Joe, Tony, Bret, and “Swede”. Mack and Joe are freedmen from somewhere back east, Tony is a vaquero from down south, and Bret and “Swede” are both immigrants. All of you are just doing a job.

Around the ranch you take care of all of the chores. That includes moving cattle from one pasture to the next, caring for your horses, and even splitting wood for the household.

It’s easy to keep the rules. When the Boss orders you to do something, you do it. The guys are all easy to work with and friendly. As for not “messin’ with the womenfolk”, that’s easy. You always preferred the company of men and apparently all of these guys do too.

It’s nothing that is too obvious, but when Joe is working with the farrier, he comes back to the bunk house with his shirt still off. His dark skin, all sweaty and manly. And Bret always asks for help splitting wood. Swinging that axe, moving his hips as he splits logs with single strokes. His back and legs look so good as he works up a sweat.

This goes on for weeks. From time to time, you wonder if it is all just your imagination that the guys are getting with each other where others can’t see.

One day, Boss orders Mack and you to round up some of the strays in the “far 40”. You pack bed rolls and some food. It will be an overnight on the far end of the property.

After riding for a while, you strike up a conversation. Mack tells you that he has been working for the Lazy BJ when it was still two separate ranches. He had been a wrangler for the Bakers and the Rocking B. He and Boss were two of the guys who were hired on when the Rocking B linked with the Traveling J, because of the joining of the Bakers and the Joneses.

Later on, he asks “So how long ya’ been sweet on fellas?”

“The last ranch I worked at I realized I liked men better.” You reply

“So, ya’ done thin’s with others? Any in the bunk house?” he asks with a smile.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Though I like how Joe and Bret look after they been working.”

He laughs a bit. “If you like that, you should see them with each other. Bret’s got a big ol’ hawg, and Joe enjoys suckin’ on it.”

‘You saw them together?’ you ask a little surprised.

“Hell, saw ’em, they asked if I wanted to join ’em. I jus’ jerked my pecker instead.”

“Why? If it looked that good, wouldn’t it have felt better?” you ask genuinely curious.

“I like one at a time. Like when we’s on the trail, an’ we got’s to keep warm. I likes watching them go at it, but I can wait ‘till I’m alone with ‘nother.” He says happily.

You think about it for a moment, “I think I would have joined in. I like the idea of taking both at the same time.” You say with a smile.

“You like gettin’ buggered?” He asks with a sly grin.

“If I like the look and feel of it, then I like to ride it.”

He pushes back the brim of his hat, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Before I forget, where are we going? I don’t see any cattle, so where will we find the strays?” You ask looking around at the horizon.

He smiles at you. “There’s a deep gully down yonder. Many a times I seen strays get down there and just stay. There’s water and sweetgrass. Once they get there, they don’t wanna leave. It runs for a good ways so we’ll go from one end to the other to get ‘em all, and any who hadn’t got there yet.”

You nod and keep riding. The slow rhythm of your horse between your legs feels good. You sort of wish Mack hadn’t mentioned seeing Bret and Joe going at it. You imagine feeling Joe’s dark skin against yours as you ride him. Going up and down, back and forth. You get hard just thinking about it. You shake your head and look at the terrain ahead. It all looks so flat. Lots of prairie grass and sage.

You grab your canteen and take a sip. The cool water feels good going down your throat. “How long will it take for us to get there?” You ask.

“Oh, we’ll get there before the sun gets too low, but we’ll overnight in the gully. Does that bother ya’?”

“Not at all.” You tell him. You look at the sweat slowly rolling down his face. The wetness beading up on his skin. You hadn’t been with a black man before. You have heard stories, but you live with these guys so you figure that what you heard was just more tall tales.

Looking down you notice a cowpie and some hoof prints. Both are somewhat old, but you look around for the animal that made them. You don’t see anything, just what looks like flat plains.

“We are jus’ ‘bout there.” Mack says as he wipes his face with his wild rag. You sniff the air and smell water. Mack points to a low trail in the grass. “Somethin’ moved that way. Follow and I bet ya’ we’ll find our first one.”

He rides up ahead and you see him seem to drop down. As you get closer you see a wide ravine cut into the land by a slow-moving river. Along the bank, eating grass, you see a steer. You whistle to get its attention. At first it ignores you, but then Mack moves closer to it and it starts to move down the riverbank. Looking ahead you see a couple more just lazily eating and moving. “I told ya’ they’d be here. Let’s get ’em movin’.”

You keep riding and gathering up a small herd as the sun sets low on the horizon.

“You ready to make camp for the night?” Mack asks.

There is a wide flat place, with a circle of rocks left over from previous riders. “So, this is where you overnight?”

“Yep. In the mornin’ we’ll hit a spot that leads out of this gully and drive the herd back home. There is grass and water here, so they won’t go far in the night. Why don’t ya’ go up that trail a piece and get us some dry wood. Ya’ll see a clump o’ cottonwoods. We don’ need much. Jus’ enough to build a camp fire.”

After a bit, you walk your horse back with a bundle of sticks strapped across the saddle. “That should be enough for tonight and some for tomorrow so we can have coffee.”

“Good thinkin’.” Mack quickly makes a campfire as you tether and unsaddle the horses, both yours and his. For a quick supper, we made a stew with water, jerked beef, and beans. You both have some cornbread that the cook gave you before you left in the morning.

After eating supper and cleaning up, Mack leans back on his saddle and packs a corncob pipe, and lights it with a twig. “Do you wan’ a smoke?” He asks, blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke into the night air.

You shake your head. “No thank you. I never got the habit. Though that smells good.”

Grabbing your bedroll, you lay it out near him, and lie down. “Are ya’ goin’ to sleep?” he asks. ‘No. Just getting comfortable.’ You say as you look up at the stars and breathe in the mixed smells of the campfire and pipe smoke.

It is so quiet and peaceful. You listen to the sound of the water flowing, the cattle slowly moving back and forth, and occasional crackles from fire.

You watch Mack’s mouth drawing on the pipe stem, and you wish it was you in his mouth instead. “Mack, when you were talking earlier, you said you like things one at a time. It is just you and me. Would you like me to get closer to you? Or are you holding out for someone else?” You ask in a low tone.

“I been thinkin’ on that too. Ya’ said ya’ like gettin’ buggered. I can help ya’ with that.”

You move closer and undo the belt to his chaps, then the belt on his pants. He raises up his hips a bit to unbutton and pull down his pants.

His cock lays on his thigh crowned by a bush of black curly hair. You gently grab it. “Let me get you hard. This looks so good.”

He continues lying back against his saddle as you slowly stroke it up and down, working the foreskin back and exposing his tip. You feel it stiffen in your hand and you lick around the head. It is firm yet spongy against your tongue. Gripping the base, you take it into your mouth. It feels thick as it presses down your tongue and you take it deeper.

“Ya’ good wit tat mout’ o’ yours.” He says reaching down and grabbing your head. His hand feels rough as he grabs a hand full of your hair.

His strength turns you on and you get hard too. You stroke him faster. “Do you want to suck me?” you ask.

“Ya’ bet I do. Suck ya’ then put mine in ya’.” He says breathing harder.

You stand up and drop your pants. You are so hard and you move towards his face. He leans forward, grabs it firmly, and sucks the tip. “Ya got a nice lil’ piece.” Then he sucks you deeper. His hands feel so rough and strong as he works his mouth on you. He is better than you expected and you feel your pleasure building.

“Yeah, give it.” He says as you pulse and shoot in his mouth. He sucks it fully. “That’s good. Get down on ya’ saddle. I gonna fill ya’ now.” He lets go of you and you get on your knees and bend over your saddle. You feel him behind you. He spreads your ass cheeks and spits on your hole. Feeling his thick fingers rub his spit into you, you relax and open yourself.

His fingers slide in and out, stretching your hole wider. It feels so good, you get hard again. You feel him press his tip and then thrust into you. It fills you so well, feeling thicker than you imagined. He grips your hips and works it in and out. The head and then the thicker part of his shaft, opening you up even more.

“Dam’ ya’ tighte’ than ya’ mouth.” He says as he leans over you and you feel his sweat drip on you. Every thrust goes in deeper and deeper. You feel so hard again, and it presses against the warm leather of your saddle. He presses on your lower back as he goes all the way in.

You both are breathing harder. His balls slap against yours and then he grips you tightly and holds it. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Another wave of pleasure goes through you as you shoot all over your saddle.

He is sweating hard as he slowly pulls from you. You feel him drip from your open ass. You take the kerchief from around your neck and wipe yourself clean.

“We should get some sleep. We gots to get ’em back to the ranch ‘morrow” he says as he takes a cake of soap from his saddle bag and goes down to the river. You strip off your clothes, grab your soap too, a wash rag from your saddle bags, and you follow him. “I like to clean up when I done.” He says as you watch the foamy lather on his dark skin. You stand in the cold water and wash up too. It feels really cold but good.

He walks back to the camp fire, his long thing swinging back and forth in the firelight. You quickly follow, and dry off. You lay out your wet rags on the warm rocks of the fire ring. He dresses and then crawls into his bedroll. You do the same.

The next morning, you smell the coffee brewing. “Did ya’ sleep good?”

You roll out of your blankets, “Yes, I slept well. Too bad we have to return to the bunkhouse. I enjoy being out.” You gather things up and pull your tin cup from your bags.

“Well, when we has t’ drive the herd in the fall, ya’ll get lots of that. Maybe ya’ get ya’ wish ‘bout more’n one at a time.” He says with a big smile.

After breakfast, both of you drive the herd back to the ranch. As you move back and forth in your saddle, you feel how Mack filled you last night.

“Keep ya’ head” Mack yells at you. “One’s strayin’!” You angle your horse to move the stray back into the herd. Both of you ride on the flanks of the herd to keep them together.

Near the end of the day, you are back to the ranch. In the bunkhouse you hear Bret ask “So how did he do out there?” Mack smiles and winks at you, “He’s one o’ us. Good on the trail and in camp.”

“Hopefully we all get to work with him” Bret comments.

“Hopefully.” You say as you put away your gear.

(This was the second of my western themed “gay cowboy” stories. If you want more, including a “Trail Drive” story, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, give me a like. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you later.)