Master 
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Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 93
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Master
Location: USA
Level: 34 [?]
Experience: 637,336
Next Level: 677,567
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They had just made love, him laying on her still inside her, their bodies damp and warm, their bare skin flush together. It was the time when they felt closest; when all walls were breached, all windows opened, all lines between self and other blurred. In this moment, even without words, the bond between them was confirmed and made stronger. And this was also the moment in which their deepest feelings and longings poured forth as easily as aged wine from an oaken barrel. In a moment such as this, he had first told her he loved her. Oh, he had said it before but in this context, the trueness of his words brought tears of joy to two pairs of eyes gazing into each other. In this moment, they felt like two clouds nudged together in a summer wind until they were one. They cherished this feeling almost as much as the act of love itself.
Today was no different. They had arrived home from work at almost exactly the same time and had started kissing at the front door. Clothes fell discarded down the hallway to the bedroom where they fell together, a wild, desperate tangle of young, tanned, lusty flesh. They had made love like lovers separated for months instead of hours and now cooled in the magical afterglow.
Sherry enjoyed Scott's weight on her body, his smooth chest on her breasts, his slim, muscular stomach resting on her pelvic bone, his hips pushing her thighs apart, his penis slowly shrinking in her pussy. They kissed slowly, and as they cooled together, he laid his head beside hers, his chin on her shoulder. Without even thinking, she started to whisper in his ear.
"Babe, I had the most interesting dream last night."
"What did you dream?" he answered dreamily.
"You remember Trish, that new girl at work I told you about?"
"The hot young thing who was hired because your boss is a 'horny old man'," he said, repeating her words from several days before.
"That's the one. I dreamed that I was at work and looked down and she had crawled under my desk."
"Oh, yeah?" She has piqued his interest.
"Yeah. I just see her face with a big grin on it in the dark down their looking at me. She put her hands over her lips so I would 'shhh' and grabbed the hem of my skirt and lifted it up."
"Yeah?" replied Scott. She noticed his heartbeat quickening and his breathing speed up a little.
"Yeah," she whispered. "She pulled it up over my knees and up my thighs, all the time smiling at me. I didn't say or do anything, just kept typing on the computer pretending nothing was happening." Sherry felt Scott's cock twitch inside her and the embers of her desire began to glow again as well. She had just wanted to share her dream but was obviously arousing them both. She went on, speaking a little louder now.
"She lifted my skirt as high as she could until, still without saying anything, I lifted my butt off the chair so she could free it from beneath me and expose me to my waist. And I must have dressed in a hurry in that dream morning because I wasn't wearing anything underneath."
"Nothing?"
"Not a thing."
"You bad girl," said Scott, his cock now growing noticeably inside of Sherry. He raised his head and kissed her nose. "Tell me more."
Sherry was excited but a bit shy and blushed as she went on. "I kept right on typing and casually let my legs open a bit. I glanced down for an instant and Trish was by my knees staring up my thighs trying to get a glimpse. That really turned me on so I still kept typing but slowly spread my legs apart until she could see everything. She leaned forward between my knees and I scooted towards her in the chair until her face was right there."
Scott's hips began to move slightly back and forth and Sherry felt him hot inside her. Sherry's moistness returned and he slid smoothly out and back into her as she continued.
"Then she stuck out her tongue while leering at me like an absolute slut and ran it up my slit. The touch shocked me and felt unbelievable but I still pretended like nothing was going on."
"Did you like it?" asked Scott, his movements quickening. He pushed himself up, his hands beside her on the mattress, his arms extended, his tone, hairless chest above her. The cool air washed suddenly over her sweat-dampened breasts and she felt them jiggle as he began to thrust harder into her. Her flowing juices washed the rest of her inhibitions away.
"Yeah, I loved it. She lapped at my pussy like a kitten drinking milk and I got sooo hot but I still ignored her. Then Amy from next door came in and asked me about some project. I was extremely nervous because she was standing not more than 3 feet away while the new secretary was licking my pussy under the desk but I played it off. I must have been getting very wet because Trish started making wet, squishy noises in my cunny with her tongue and saying something like 'yumm'. I tried to hurry Amy and get her to leave so she wouldn't notice but she just kept going on and on. Amy didn't even seem to hear when Trish roughly pushed my thighs farther apart and banged my knees against the sides of the desk. I glanced down and saw Trish's mouth locked onto my pussy and felt her tongue dancing all inside me but I had to pretend like nothing was happening even though it felt so good."
Scott was pumping into Sherry hard now and she curled her legs behind him, letting him plunge deeper.
"As soon as Amy left, Trish sat up for an instant and ripped my skirt from top to bottom, letting it flutter to the sides of the chair. Then she reached up and tore open my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. And guess what?"
"No bra!" cried Scott.
"Yeah, babe, nothing underneath. Trish went back to eating me while I sat in my chair basically naked with my office door wide open. I even pushed my chair back and put my feet up on the desk as far apart as I could while squeezing my nipples. People kept walking by but didn't look in. But I wanted so bad for Amy to come back and see."
Sherry was approaching orgasm and continued her story between gasps. "I let go of my tits . . . and grabbed the back of the slut's head . . . mmm . . . with both hands and . . . mmm . . . pushed her face hard into my pussy . . . oooo . . . I felt her nose on my clit . . . mmm . . . and her mouth . . . yeah . . . and tongue deep inside me . . . oooo . . . I came so good . . . "
Sherry heard Scott moan, then felt him thrust himself forward as he could as his hot cum spurt deep within her. The sensation made her come as well and she dug her nails into his back as she lost all sense of being for that brief, glorious moment. He collapsed back onto her body and they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing a slow dance, their bodies and souls reunited again.
After the world started spinning again, he lifted his head and smiled. "Did you really dream that?"
"Yes, I did. You know I dream about girls once in a while. Just never about having a secretary who took oral dictation." They grinned, then he put his head on her shoulder and they held on to another moment of ultimate togetherness. And before it passed, Sherry had something to say, something that even in this most precious of moments she had never brought herself to admit, not even to herself.
"Scott?" she whispered.
"What, babe?"
"I really want to make love to another woman."
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