An Erotic Intoxication: Dear Diary, Pt. I

Dear Diary,

Once again, I dropped him off at the airport with the promise he’ll see me again in a few weeks. It’s a schedule I’m still getting used to: he flies in once a month (sometimes twice if I’m lucky), he’ll spend some time with me for a few days and then he flies back out. I’m not supposed to get too attached. Well, it’s too late for that. Isn’t it funny how the ones you should never get attached to are always the ones you do? I’ve had some pretty awful luck with men lately. I’m wondering who did I piss off so badly in a former life where I have to deal with the heaping pile of flaming shit that is known as ex-boyfriends.

It seems that every man I meet has some sort of issue with him and I’m stupid enough to try to fix it. I’m sorry, that’s not even true. I’m stupid enough to try to fix him. Let’s break down the most recent candidates in the campaign I’m running called, ‘I Can Change Him! Really, I Can!’ I’m telling you these candidates are more interesting than any political fool out there.

First, there was Michael. He was married but tried to convince me he was only with his wife because of the kids. Ladies, never believe a man when he says that. It simply means he doesn’t want to pay child support. Yeah, he told me this after I opened my legs to him. Amazing how fast they closed afterwards.

Then there was Eddie, the suave drug-dealer who blinded me with expensive jewelry and an even more expensive handbag habit I picked up. Not to mention, I also know how to make cocaine and bag it. I’m sure my parents would be thrilled with the skills their hard-earned dollars for  my college education gave me.

Finally, there was Joe. The darling preacher man who always prayed for me, my family, and friends. Joe was a deacon at a nearby church and I often wondered why a man that fine and full of Christ was so single. Well, Joe was full of something all right but it wasn’t the Holy Ghost. The first night we were in bed together, Joe was more excited about my asshole than my cunt. It only took one time to make me realize there is a difference between being a closet freak and being in the closet.

Now I have a new candidate in my campaign. I just hate the fact I’m attached to him even though I promised myself I wouldn’t be. Ugh. Why do I get involved with men who are the bad boys? I always do. Bad boys are more exciting but the drama and headache that comes with them is not worth it. I always tell my girls if they want a good man, go boring. Boring is good, safe, and you never wonder if you have enough bail money.

I’m hoping Clay will end my spell of good guys gone asshole. Clay falls into the category of two types of men women should never date: musicians and actors. He’s both. Didn’t I tell you I have the worst luck with men?

We met at Fry’s Electronics. Yeah, not the typical place where two people would hook up but I just happened to be there and so did Clay. Clay was standing at one of the aisles, looking at the cover of a CD. I clumsily bumped into him. Texting and walking isn’t something I recommend.

Anyway, when I bumped into Clay, I knocked the CD out of his hand and reached down to get it at the same time he did. At a brief glance, our eyes met. Now it wasn’t fireworks, let’s be clear. It wasn’t angels singing and a gospel choir didn’t appear out of nowhere. But there was a definite interest from both sides.

“You look familiar…” I began to say to him. Truth is, I recognized him immediately. I thought back to the collection of magazine covers I’m currently holding hostage in my bedroom. They’re conveniently right next to my naughty drawer with the various lubes and toys.

“I do?” Clay coyly smiled. “Where have you seen me?”

I’ve DVR’d every interview, guest appearance, and watched endless reruns of his show, The Thief like it was the only program on TV. I would not say I’m obsessive, though. Okay, maybe a little. “A few places,” I nodded.

After briefly making small talk, we exchanged numbers and I went about my merry way. I was giddy for the rest of the day and even my girls were wondering what the hell was going on but I didn’t dare to tell them. Would they have believed me? I wasn’t sure if I believed it. For a while, I thought I just ran into someone who looked awfully similar to Clay but wasn’t him. Sure, he’s hotter than the August sun but let’s face it: fans don’t fuck their favorite celebrity.

Well, not all fans. I just happened to be one of the lucky ones.

To be continued…

New Vera Vision: The Train Ride (NSFW)

This is a sneak peek of a story I’m going to post sometime this week. It was done; really, it was but I decided to expand on it because it was too short for my liking. Of course, me expanding on it also means this story won’t be available for a while until it’s done, done. But I had to post a sneak peek because that’s what I promised.

Oh, and normally I don’t do NSFW tags on stories but the picture below, I kinda had to. I’m still debating if it’s a pornographic picture or a really hot erotica. It’s been posted on here before so it’s nothing new. I’m just a bit weary of what’s porn and what’s erotica.

Enough babbling…onto the story.

Enjoy!

*****

Chocolates. Jewelry. Expensive Dinners. Maybe a ‘thank you’ blow job or two. It’s the one day every single woman hopes she wouldn’t be alone and attached men dread for the guaranteed drain on their wallets.

Valentine’s Day. Depending on whom you asked either St. Valentine created it or Hallmark and Russell Stover conspired to create a monopoly on that single holiday. Valentine’s Day never meant anything special to Whitney. It wasn’t that she was anti-Valentine’s Day but she wasn’t blown away by the hoopla. Chocolates melt. Flowers die. Money is spent.  To Whiney, Valentine’s Day was a waste of time, money and effort. She was perfectly happy being at home with a bottle of wine and a nice vibrator. Her battery-operated boyfriend never disappointed her.

But soon all that changed when she met Adam, the love of her life. She was in awe by how romantic he was. It seemed every day was Valentine’s Day for him.  He always left little notes in her book bag and always took the time out to call her even when he was crazy busy. She only imagined how he would react when the actual holiday appeared.

He didn’t disappoint. From the two dozen roses delivered to her work to the homemade five-course meal, Adam went all out to make sure their first Valentine’s Day was none like any other.  He capped off their night with a romantic stroll along the beach. Shortly past midnight, the couple decided to return to Whitney’s apartment. They caught the local train and enjoyed the quiet ride back. Hardly any passengers were on board with the exception of a police officer strolling between the cars.

Whitney settled into Adam’s chest. She closed her eyes and silently reminisced about the evening’s events. People always talked about the perfect love and soul mate but Whitney never quite believed them until this night. Adam was everything she could’ve asked for and more. “This night can’t possibly get any better.”

Adam smiled. “Oh, I think it can.”

“Oh?”Whitney asked as Adam winked at her. There was no mistake what he was thinking. “What if someone sees us?”

Adam looked around at the empty train car. “It’s one o’clock in the morning, Angel. The conductor is too busy driving to be worried about a couple horny passengers are doing.”

“And security? They’re passing through the cars. We could get in trouble.”

“We could,” Adam began to unbutton Whitney’s blouse and slipped a hand inside. He cupped her soft left breast, pinching the nipple through the lacy fabric bra. “Wouldn’t that make it more fun, though?”

Vera Roberts’s Presents: The Treat Gets Tricked, Part II

Stuffing her C-cup girls into the already-small white blouse, Jordan was ready to go. Her knee-high stockings matched perfectly with her Mary Jane heels.  Her red and black plaid skirt barely covered her ass. Her long, black hair curled perfectly in pigtail braids. She added a little eyeliner to intensify her doe-brown eyes and put a deep red on her full lips. Bobby was going as the killer from the Scream movie franchise. It was an odd pairing of outfits but Jordan didn’t care. The fact her and Bobby were going to do something kinky was excitement enough.

They made the plan the night before and over lunch. Everything was coordinated to plan. They were going to meet up at the intersection of Santa Monica Blvd and La Cienega by Starbucks and then walk the parade. After walking for a short while, the pair was going to sneak into a hidden alleyway and have the hottest sex. They weren’t going to be intentionally loud but they weren’t going to keep quiet. It was going to be a memorable evening and Jordan couldn’t wait How many people were going to watch them? How many were going to catch them? The possibilities were endless and Jordan crossed her legs in hot anticipation.

It was time for the show.

*****

What in the fuck is taking so long?

The annual WeHo parade often drew huge crowds. Cars were backed up for miles and foot traffic already flowed out onto the street. The city bus was already crowded with characters. A man in full Avatar makeup. Another man cross-dressing as a maid. A woman going as Waldo. And the several groups of Chilean miners. But Jordan paid hardly any attention to them. All she thought about was wrapping her legs around Bobby’s waist as he hoisted her against an alley wall somewhere. She craved to feel his cock thrusting inside her like it was their first time together.

Once again Jordan found herself getting wet.

When the bus finally made its stop, Jordan couldn’t believe the crowd. Thousands upon thousands of people were in attendance and the parade stretched out for miles. It was a good thing they had a plan before. She arrived at the Starbucks and waited for Bobby. In a hurry of getting ready, Jordan inadvertently left her cell phone at home but it wasn’t going to be a problem.  The night was going according to plan and Bobby was going to arrive within the next 15 minutes. Jordan felt her watch was slowly ticking along. Within her eye line, Jordan saw Bobby appear from around the corner. He strutted towards her wearing his mask and costume. He almost walked past Jordan until she grabbed him. “Hey stranger! Where are you going?” She took his hand and walked down the street with him.

The pair walked for half a city block when Jordan found the private alleyway they mentioned earlier. “Over here,” she pulled Bobby into the isolated alley. She lifted up his cloak and found his jeans zipper. She unzipped him and pulled out his cock. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she murmured as she got down on her knees. Without hesitation, she began sucking his cock. She trailed her tongue along the underside, up to the mushroom tip and placed small kisses along the way. She sucked his cock with faster speed, almost as if she was hungry for it. Her goal wasn’t for Bobby to get off but rather to satisfy her own ego.

It seemed Bobby had grown a couple of inches since they were last together, but Jordan chalked that up to the excitement of what they were doing. She abruptly stopped sucking his cock and walked towards a dumpster. She looked back and beckoned Bobby to follow her, which he complied. Jordan then bent over one of the trash cans and lifted up her mini-skirt. “Fuck me,” she begged.

To be continued…

Vera Roberts’s Presents: The Treat Gets Tricked, Pt. I (An Erotic Fiction) (NSFW)

It was surprisingly chilly on this Halloween night. Southern California was never known for its four seasons with most residents recognizing just two types of temperature: hot and cold. Hot ranged between anywhere from the mid-80s to the 100s and above with unbearable humidity. But the cold factor was no better. Most of the mid-West and East Coast could bristle at the thought of temperatures being 60 degrees to be considered “chilly,” but Southern Californians knew better. Once the temperature hit below 60 degrees, it was officially jacket and scarf weather.

The temperature clocked in at 65 degrees and Jordan decided to wear a school-girl outfit tonight. Cold weather wasn’t going to deter her from having one of the hottest experiences in her life. Besides, after what was going to take place, she knew she’ll warm up.

Jordan loved Halloween just because of what it represented: wicked fun. To children and some playful adults, Halloween was about candy and oh-so-cute costumes. But to Jordan, it was about being legally wicked.  No costume was too outrageous; the more daring, the better. Regular Joe Schmoes and Plain Janes were allowed to be their naughty alter-ego self. The real treat, Jordan concluded, was being the best trick.

She dressed up every year of her life and that fact didn’t change when she became an adult. If anything, she found more reason to be naughty than nice.  So when her new boyfriend, Bobby, had an idea for a sexy meet-up during the annual WeHo Halloween parade, she couldn’t resist. It sounded so hot and enticing; she couldn’t wait to experience it.

Sex in public. Sex was considered to be the most private and personal of acts and Jordan wondered how it would feel to do it in public. She always considered herself to be a bit of an exhibitionist. She once gave Bobby a blow job while they were stuck in traffic. Jordan didn’t consider herself good at blow jobs but Bobby begged to differ. The way she wrapped her tongue around his cock was made of legendary tales. And her vaccum-suction mouth was one for the record books. Bobby easily came under five minutes often with Jordan and it was no question he was about to shoot off in her mouth as they were stuck on the interstate. A few minutes later, Bobby realized being stuck in traffic wasn’t a bad thing as long he could get a blow job during it.

But the blow job scenario was starting to get played out as the pair had done it many times. Jordan wanted to explore more deviant behavior and slowly, her naughty was coming out in full force. She began going without underwear in public and wearing mini-skirts. The breeze was a refreshing surprise and Jordan felt instantly liberated.

One night when they were out to dinner, Jordan revealed to Bobby she wasn’t wearing any panties. ‘”Really?” Bobby wondered aloud as Jordan nodded in approval. “I guess we have to have some fun with that.”

Bobby took advantage of his girlfriend’s newfound hedonism. He slid his hand in between her warm thighs and nudged them apart.  His fingers crept up her thighs and found Jordan pantyless as she has been for most of the past week.  Her bare lips were wet and her clit was swollen and sensitive to the touch.

“Ooh, my baby’s wet for me,” Bobby purred.

Jordan opened her legs more to accommodate Bobby’s hand and relaxed her body. Bobby’s fingers were magical on their own and she already knew what to expect. She kept her head down and didn’t make a sound. Instead, she was good. She focused on the menu and looked up only to get a drink of water. Meanwhile, Bobby played with her clit and caressed with his thumb and forefinger. “Damn, you feel so good,” he whispered in her ear, “Imagine it was my tongue lapping at your pussy now. How does it feel?”

“It feels…good,” Jordan whispered.

“Wait until we get home,” Bobby promised, “you’ll cum all over my cock over and over and…” Before he could finish, Jordan came on his fingers. She bit her fist to contain the screams.

Jordan shook her head to relieve it of the memory. She got wet just reminiscing.

To be continued…

Vera Vision: Annabelle and Joel, Pt. II (NSFW)

Above photo credit: yaderei

Every once in a while, Annabelle would test Joel by blatantly disrespecting Him. Even though they had the standard D/s relationship, Joel still looked as Annabelle as his equal in other aspects of their relationship. With that in mind, her occasional disrespect was one of the very few times He would let her get away with it. The reasons varied from He was just too tired to deal any punishment or He simply was not interested in entertaining her frivolous mouth. Annabelle was lucky she got her Master on a good day because her back talk to Him would’ve guaranteed a whooping like no other. “Do I look like I’m joking?”

“No.” Annabelle softly replied.

“Good. You disobeyed me by talking and you’re fortunate enough I’m letting you get away with it,” Joel looked down at his watch, “I’m waiting.”

This isn’t hard. I’ve done this before. Wait a minute…when was the last time I’ve done this? Annabelle’s mind was racing. She was so used to the rabbit, her OhMiBod, and a variety of other battery-operated toys that she had no used for fingers. She hadn’t masturbated with her fingers in years and truth to be told, she just about forgot how to do it. Now she had no choice.

She spread her legs and walked her fingers over her smooth strip of hair on her mound. She closed her eyes and try to imagine something to get her going. Within seconds, she found the image she was looking for. The first time she and Joel were together. The way he licked her sweet nub in circles as he forced her still. The way he would finger her just right, inserting a finger but never more than two. The way he made her sit on his face as she rode his tongue back and forth. Soon, Annabelle went from being dry to wet and squirming with heat.

Next she visualized Joel on top of her, pinning her knees behind her ears. He was so forceful yet gentle at the same time. Joel wasn’t a big guy and was probably six inches, at best. But it was His girth and the way He worked Annabelle’s pussy made her believe He was John Holmes reincarnated. He would switch positions with her and ride her ass in doggystyle. Once He was tired of that, Joel was switch positions again and fuck Annabelle against a wall with her legs wrapped around His. Annabelle’s fingers rubbed her clit faster and she softly moaned. She no longer cared Joel was in the room watching her every movement; now all she wanted to do was get off and get off soon.

Meanwhile, Joel was watching the show His girlfriend was putting on for Him. He could tell she was caught up in her own thoughts and no longer cared He was in the same room. The passion building inside Joel was rising at a furious rate and His slacks were restricting his cock to the point He almost found it unbearable to slightly move. On top of it, Annabelle’s moans were distracting Him from thinking about anything other than seeing her get off and help her climax again. Joel found himself almost furious she wasn’t climaxing sooner and wanted to shout to her to hurry up. Instead, He was patient and calmly waited. He could tell she was going to cum soon and He’ll take her when she was done.

Joel wouldn’t have to wait longer. Annabelle’s legs began to shake as her fingers circled her clit faster. With a loud cry, her back arched off the bed and collapsed back on it with a thud as the orgasm took over her senses. She smiled and relaxed her body. It had been a while since she gave herself an orgasm like that and she was spent. She would easily fall asleep within the next few minutes and enjoy a much-deserved sleep. That is, if Joel would let her. “You’re not finished yet,” He mentioned as He moved her legs, “that was a warm-up.”

Vera Vision: Annabelle and Joel (NSFW)

Credit: Jessica Drue

The fear of the unknown makes people do crazy things. The fear of the unknown made Annabelle a bad, bad girl. She found herself fucking up on purpose so she can get a spanking.

She walked into her apartment and knew He was there. He didn’t have to say a word or make a sound but Annabelle knew He was there. Joel was silent yet methodical. He didn’t speak too much and when he did say something, it was short and to the point. He didn’t want to waste his time making excuses or what he often liked to say, “filling the universe with more bullshit.” Instead, He made sure every word He spoke to Annabelle had a meaning to it. At first, Annabelle was annoyed with Joel. He was always so talkative with their friends and colleagues. He was the loving boyfriend that her girlfriends wished they had and the man’s man for all the boys. But in private, He was demanding and controlling. He expected nothing but the best from her and always rewarded her greatly. Some rewards were gifts and money. But the rewards Annabelle wanted—and craved—were so much more.

Joel was her Master. She was His willing student. He turned her out and she couldn’t have been more grateful. It started with a simple ass slap during doggy style. It eventually moved to blindfolds during missionary. It soon became ropes and being tied up during oral. But the physical was just a mere fraction of their D/s relationship. Joel was a Master at mind-fucking. Annabelle was to only speak when she was spoken to. She wasn’t allowed to make any movements unless they were pertinent and necessary. She wore the highest heels knowing the unbearable pain they would cause later. Her body eventually grew accustomed to the tight-fitting corsets that made her breathing a task within itself. It was all to please Him. And she would do it over and over and over again if necessary.

She slowly walked into her bedroom, careful not to make too much noise. She also took her sweet time. She was part scared as hell as to what he was going to do. She was part turned-on, not knowing exactly what was going to take place. Something delicious and exciting, she hoped. She finally reached her bedroom and stood in the doorway. Joel was sitting in a chair next to the bed. He didn’t say a word to Annabelle and just stared at her as if she was an exhibit. He was planning something, she felt it. But Annabelle dared not to remove her eyes from His. He wanted her attention to be solely on Him and nothing or no one else. The repercussions of not giving Joel her attention were not fun and extremely painful—a risk not taking.

So she stood in the doorway wearing the five-inch heels He bought for her. He knew Annabelle standing still was causing her feel unbearable pain and she would probably be in sandals for the rest of the week. He didn’t care. She would soon get over it after what He was going to ask of her. Then she’ll be rewarded as always. A little pleasure doesn’t come with some pain first…

“I want you to masturbate for me,” Joel instructed. He patted the bed and Annabelle tried not to rush over. She walked very carefully once again and sat down. She removed her professional attire and stripped. All she had on were the heels and she always left them on. Taking them off was never an option. Annabelle looked over to her Master, who nodded with approval. She then reached over to their sex drawer, a Mecca of wonderful and naughty sexual goodness. Handcuffs, paddles, ball tighteners, whips, blindfolds, chastity belts, gag balls, dildos, vibrators, pocket rockets and everything else in between. Just as Annabelle began to sort through the drawer, her Master stopped her.

“No,” his voice was soft, “do it manually.”

Annabelle froze. Manually? She closed the drawer and turned to her Master. She hadn’t masturbated with her fingers in years and just about forgot how to do so. “Surely, you jest…” she began.

To be continued…

Gettin’ Over, Part III (NSFW)

There was a term, sexually phrased as getting ‘turned out’. The definition varied from prostitution to homosexual activity but the most acceptable use was introducing one to the real world. Giving someone a taste for the future and leaving them wanting more. Ericka turned Tony inside out, upside-down and probably twice without even trying. The boy was officially hooked. He’s had women tease him and tempt him. He had girls brad about their skills just to disappoint him later. But he never had a woman turn him out on his head and spin him in all directions. It may have been a long time since she’s had sex but Ericka showed no signs of rustiness.

Her blow job style was nothing short of a professional. She incorporated hand job movements, twisting her hands lightly over Tony’s shaft as her tongue played with the mushroom tip. Just when Tony was used to one style of head, Ericka would switch it up constantly, sending his body through a series of emotions. She sucked fast then slow. She sucked hard then soft.  But it was the tongue motion Ericka added that made Tony delirious. It was like his cock was her personal lollipop.

Ericka practically wrote the book on giving head and Tony felt every woman should take notes. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Ericka suddenly stopped sucking and bent over. She didn’t say one word but her eyes spoke for her. She wanted him to fuck her; show her what he can do to an experienced cougar like her. Ericka was already bent over on the couch in the standard doggystyle position—face down, ass up. Tony stood behind Ericka and slid his cock inside her tight pussy. The new position caused a bit of uncomfortable friction. Tony had a large cock, about 7 inches and almost an inch wide in diameter. Ericka was experienced enough to know a large cock didn’t mean anything other than the guy was blessed by God. The real question is could he use it?

Ericka didn’t have to wait for an answer when Tony set a quick pace for her. He didn’t waste time and wanted to show Ericka he meant business. He may have been younger than her in years but was very much her sexual equal. He grabbed her waist and began riding her pussy as if they had been partners for years. Long gone was the hesitation of a boy who was slightly embarrassed. He was replaced with a man who knew how to make a woman beg and whimper at his mercy. At first he was intimidated by the older woman. He soon realized she would be not only his best partner, but also a worthy teacher.

Class was currently in session.

Tony slapped her ass hard and pulled her hair back with a gentle force to let Ericka know he wasn’t playing. He rode her ass more, pushing her head down on the sofa cushions and held her steady by placing his hands on her shoulders. His balls slapped against her pussy lips and her apple-bottom ass jiggled with each thrust. Ericka moaned and cooed, talking dirty to encourage Tony to fuck her faster and harder. It was clear Ericka was no ordinary fuck. She was an experienced woman who had no time for all the yelping and hollering Tony was used to. She just needed a good fucking and he was giving her one.

Between Ericka’s moans and pants, she moaned something that sounded like she was about to cum. Tony tried to hold on as long as he could but it was to no avail. Ericka’s dirty words combined with her tight snatch was too much. Tony quickly pulled out and shot all over Ericka’s ass. He then sat back on the arm of the sofa, spent and relieved. He was dripping sweat and completely exhausted by one of the most incredible sexual experiences of his life. Ericka got up and wiped the remaining jizz on her back with her discarded clothing. She then walked to the kitchen and took out a water bottle. She handed Tony the bottle and watched him drink it.

“So in about 10 minutes,” she said as she glanced at her wall clock, “you think you’ll be ready to go again?”

Vera Vision—The Secretary, Pt. I

*As I was editing this story, I made some changes. It was too good to pass up so I decided to re-post the new and improved (if there is such a thing) version. It’s a longer story with a bit more detail. Enjoy!*

Being a secretary is more than just answering phones; you’re getting paid to be someone’s bitch. And if Jenna had to fax one more asinine contract, she knew whose ass it was going to get shoved up first.

A secretary and boss relationship is very sadomasochist of its own. Even though the boss is the Dominant one, there is no question on who really rules the roost. The submissive secretary controlled everything and if she was good enough, she also controlled exactly when her boss was able to take a shit. There’s a lot of trust involved but there’s also a lot of discipline. The secretary has to rely on the boss to give her implicit instructions on what was needed. Likewise, the boss should depend on the secretary not to make any crucial mistakes that would cost several dollars and much time to repair. It was a lesson that Jenna knew very early in her job career. Professionalism and discipline were required. But she also knew if she fucked up enough times, the punishment could be sweet.

Jenna didn’t know exactly when the D/s play began; it was a natural occurrence. A raised voice here; a stern look there. A strict warning behind closed doors occasionally. But Max never threatened to fire Jenna; there was no need to. She was one of the best assistants he had ever had and it would be completely foolish of him to fire her. But Max was a smart man. Jenna was a perfectionist and often re-did things before she even presented him her work. When she messed up, it was once in a blue moon. However, Max began to suspect she was starting to fuck up on purpose because she liked the punishment he dished out. Gradually it moved to spanking; first, with a bare hand, but now, with paddles. Jenna was wondering when the whips were going to come out. She knew that was the next level.

Once again it was a late night at the office. Jenna was going over the same spreadsheet for about the 30^th time, trying to figure out where the discrepancies were coming from. Budgeting for the fiscal year is never easy, especially if there isn’t much money to begin with. What’s worse was the fact the marketing department was several thousands dollars over where they should’ve been and no one wanted to cut even a dollar from their own budgets for various reasons. It was going to be a long night, indeed. Standing up to stretch, Jenna cracked her neck to relax her muscles. Her salary was quite nice for her job even though Jenna thought she was getting severely underpaid. It did come with a lot of perks that she enjoyed. Of course, none of them were quite as nice as being spanked on occasion.

Jenna grabbed the spreadsheet from her desk and presented it to Max, who greeted her with a smile. She waited patiently as he read the results of her findings. It was any moment he was going to see she miscalculated the budget and made an easily fixable mistake. But she couldn’t let Max know that. She tried to wipe the sly smile that was appearing on her face and continued to wait. She was curious to see what the punishment was this time around. Just when she thought Max had glossed over the budgets, his face appeared from the budget spreadsheet. Annoyance was the look he was wearing and it wasn’t fashionable. Jenna couldn’t tell if that was a look of ‘You’re about to get it!’ or the dreaded ‘You’re about to get fired!’ She hoping it was the former, not the latter.

“Come here and bend over,” he quietly demanded.

Jenna got up from her chair and walked over to Max. She got down on her knees and waited. The waiting part was the worse. She didn’t know if he was going to hit her immediately or wait several minutes. When he did decide to hit her, it always shocked her because she never quite expected it. So, the waiting began. Five minutes. 10 minutes. Fifteen minutes. Jenna began to wonder if Max was going to punish her at all. Her back was starting to hurt and her knees began to feel weak.

Maybe fucking up on the spreadsheets wasn’t a smart idea after all.

 

Vera Vision—Naked Yoga, Part IV

The main reason Sarah did yoga, she always said to everyone, was to increase her flexibility and tone up. Bikini season was around the corner and she didn’t want to be the fat one amongst her friends. She played that role enough and wasn’t winning any accolades for it. Yoga, she boasted to her thinner girlfriends, was going to help her get back into shape. It was the sole reason and nothing but, she explained.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

Sarah knew the sole reason for her trying yoga was Carlos. And as he flexed her body into yet another intoxicating position while he munched on her sweet punani, Sarah knew she made the right choice. She was sure she wasn’t the only student he’s fucked nor would she be the last. But at the moment, she didn’t give a goddamn. He was eating her pussy like a child eating bowl of leftover frosting.

She was enjoying every single lick of it.

Sarah knew there was an art to eating pussy and many of her past lovers have just flat-out done it wrong. But Carlos wrote the fucking book on pussy eating. Holding her legs straight in the air, Carlos moved his tongue quick, flexing it on her swollen nub. But he would occasionally switch it up by sucking on her pussy lips, savoring the nectar. Meanwhile, Sarah’s moans encouraged Carlos to lick faster. Her back arched off the floor as her body rode his tongue. Heaven, Sarah would later tell her girlfriends, was getting the best fucking head on planet Earth.

Her legs began to shake and her moans morphed into soft coos. Carlos knew she was close. He flicked his tongue faster on her clit, encouraging her orgasm. Sarah mumbled something that sounded like ‘I’m cumming’ and collapsed on the floor. Her body still rode the orgasmic waves as she pushed Carlos’ head away from her. As she recovered from her orgasm, Sarah felt her legs moving yet again. She opened her eyes and found Carlos turning her on her side. He lifted one leg and slid his hard cock inside of her. He moved inside Sarah with a steady pace, making long thrusts. He had one arm wrapped around her body, squeezing her breasts while the free hand pumped his cock into her.

“You’re so wet and tight for me,” he whispered as his tongue played with Sarah’s ear.

“Fuck me…” Sarah moaned.

Carlos wasted no time granting Sarah her wish. He gently put her leg down and rolled her on her stomach. Steadying himself on the floor, Carlos moved at a frenzied pace inside Sarah, his balls slapping against her pussy lips. He grunted in her ear, talking dirty to her and encouraging Sarah to cum all over his cock again. Meanwhile, Sarah screamed in pleasure, not caring who heard her. Once again, she felt an orgasm approaching and didn’t want to contain it. A loud, guttural moan erupted from deep within her as the orgasm took over again. Carlos soon pulled out and shot his hot cum over Sarah’s ass. He then collapsed beside her and tried to catch his breath.

“So…” he turned to her, “that was lesson one…”

Vera Vision–Gettin’ Over, Pt. II (NSFW)

Tony has had sex before. Being 25, he’s had his fair share of partners. He was also going through his man-whore phase and was pretty much trying to score whatever chick he could in a short amount of time possible. Therefore, it surprised him a great deal that Ericka made the first move but that was fine by him. The cougar was sharing some moves he had never seen before.

Her tongue played with his cock delicately, tasting and testing it, if you will. But her mouth was seasoned and hot, eager to please. She combined her hands and spit on Tony’s cock a little before she started. But it was merely Ericka just preparing herself. When she was alone, she thought she forgot everything there was to lovemaking.

But her inner freak didn’t. Ericka started to suck Tony’s cock and rubbing her hands around his shaft in a furious motion. The sensation was so overwhelming, Tony thought he was going to bust right then and there. He had to stop her and push Ericka away. She was fucking wonderful and he couldn’t help but wonder what her pussy was like.

He didn’t have to wait much longer as she straddled him on the nearby sofa. Ericka rode his cock like she owned it. She rocked her hips slowly at first but soon picked up a furious rhythm. She held onto his shoulders and leaned forward as her ass bounced on his cock. Her small tits bounced in his face and Tony was in heaven. It was clear Ericka was on a mission and it really didn’t concern him. But honestly, he didn’t give a shit. He was getting fucked by a hot older woman.

He’ll deal with morals later.

To be continued….