Herbie Hancock played in the background
Andrea took a shower, careful not to ruin her newly done hair. She shaved and then got out. She dried off, put on perfume and jewelry, did her makeup and got dressed. She was just putting on her jacket when the doorbell rang. She answered.
"Andy," She greeted him with a kiss and pulled him into the door. "Thank you for the flowers. They were perfect."
He stepped inside, gently kissing her back. "You smell fantastic." Her hair, her neck, everything smelled nice. She looked great too, pretty in pink.
Flynn smelled like a mixture of oak, vanilla, and aftershave. She kissed his jaw and bit his ear. "I can't wait," she whispered into his ear.
Flynn wanted to take her then and there, but he had reservations, and he thought she'd really like this place. He pulled her towards him and gave her another kiss. "Ready to go."
"Just let me grab my purse." She grabbed her little handbag, and they were off.
Flynn got a new car, well new for him. The cost of fixing the old one was too high so Flynn scrapped the vehicle, selling of the remaining good parts and got a Chevy.
"This is much nicer," Andrea said as she sat down.
"I know. This might make it to the restaurant and back." He laughed.
Andrea turned on the radio and found the jazz station. She looked at him as he drove. She really wanted him to turn back around and give it to her. Forget food, all she wanted was Flynn.
"See something you like," he snickered.
"Actually, I do. That's the weird part."
"I guess I walked into that one."
They got to the restaurant. Flynn opened her car door and walked with her to the restaurant, his arm linked with hers. They were seated shortly. The waiter came by and introduced himself with a smile. He presented them with menus and a wine list, but Andrea wanted a scotch on the rocks. Flynn went with cranberry juice.
"You drink Scotch."
"My dad didn't have any sons. He taught me about scotch, and my sisters about cigars and golf."
"You must have had great Fathers' Days."
"He was ridiculous. My dad decided when I was 16 to teach me how to drive and how to drink Scotch on the same day."
Flynn looked stunned.
"We did the driving lesson first, but we had no way of getting home after the scotch tasting. Mom had to pick us up. She was not amused."
Their drinks came, and she drank a sip. The alcohol rushed straight to her head. She got a little lightheaded and was starting to get wet. She couldn't believe she had a whole dinner to get through.
Flynn's hand found Andrea's, and he gazed into her eyes. This moment could last forever. The waiter came by to tell them the specials. They had a special for two, a spicy linguini with Alfredo sauce and roasted vegetables and oysters topped with black truffle. Flynn didn't want the oysters, but he did want to share a dish. "Could we get the oysters on a separate plate?"
"Not a problem."
"They say oysters are an aphrodisiac." Andrea blushed after she said it.
Flynn giggled. She was adorable, and she was all his. He quickly kissed her across the table. "How's that for an aphrodisiac?"
She kissed him again, this one a little longer. She bit his lip before she broke the kiss.
The waiter came back with plate of mussels and saffron risotto.
"We didn't order this," she told him.
"On the house," he smiled and turned away. He could tell they just started dating and knew they would come back if they had the perfect dinner.
Andrea bit into a mussel. This is delicious.
"I'll take your word for it." He bit into the risotto. It was tasty. He put a bit on his fork and fed it to Andrea. She would have fed him a mussel, but well, she somehow fell for a vegetarian.
They finished their first course and Andrea told the waiter, they were going to get some fresh air for a minute. They went out to the patio. As soon as they were out of sight, Andrea gave him a sloppy kiss, pulling him towards her aggressively. She wanted him, all of him, and her body called the shots. Flynn wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her hips into his. "I want you," she whispered into his ear. "Right here, right now."
"As much as I would love to, I like this place and don't want to get banned for life."
"Waiting is hard," she hissed as she gently rubbed his crotch.
Little Flynn was starting to pulse. "But it will be so good when I have you, all night long." He bit her neck. His hands found her ass, and he copped a feel. "We don't want dinner to get cold."
They went back to the table. The waiter brought their food out once they were seated. He served them, and they started to eat. Andrea ordered another Scotch. She needed something to calm her nerves. She saw Flynn, looking handsome as ever in his suit, and she wanted to rip off his clothes and ride him right in that chair. What has come over me? She wondered as she got lost in his eyes. She was hardly this horny before they started seeing each other, but now she felt like a 16 year old girl. She couldn't stop thinking about him and his kisses and his hot breath and his touch and his cock. Oh she could just drop under the table and suck it now. Andrea's foot slid out of her shoe, and her foot slowly grazed his leg. He smiled and her foot worked her way up his thigh, and she slowly brushed against his crotch. She could feel his erection, and she knew she was in for a great night.
Flynn was starting to sweat a little. The food was fantastic, but it wasn't the spice that was getting his goat. Andrea knew exactly how to tease him, how to get him going but move gently enough to keep him from blowing it in his pants. She smirked at him and signaled the waiter. "Could we box the rest of this?" She wanted him naked and in her bed.
The waiter brought them a check. Flynn took it. Andrea left a tip and they were off. She pinched his butt on the way to the car. It was nice and firm. They got inside and headed to her house. She rubbed his thigh as he drove. He started speeding, not knowing how much longer he would ask. She moved closer to his crotch. He started to squirm. She wanted him to lose it, just not yet. When he started to turn red, she eased up. What a cocktease? Soon enough, they were in her driveway. They got out of the car and got to her door. Before she could open it, he kissed her, his hands finding her ass, and his tongue ravishing her mouth.
She groaned into his mouth as she fumbled for her keys. His hips started grinding into hers, and she started to breathe heavily. "I want you so bad," he told her as he began to kiss her neck.
"I want you to take me." She moaned. She was very wet and could have him, right here on her front porch. She finally got her key in the hole. "Let's go inside." She didn't have to tell him twice. He rushed her inside and shut the door. She barely had time to lock it before he led her into the living room, kissing and clawing at her. She grabbed the remote and put on the music. Norah Jones always got her in the mood. They stumbled into the study. It was a beautiful room, covered in giant bookshelves and a large oak desk. He hiked up her dress and she unzipped his fly. He pinned her to the wall. She didn't even want to wait for him to get her upstairs. "Take me now."
He grabbed a condom from his suit jacket pocket and put it on. It wasn't long before he was inside her, her legs wrapped around his hips, her feet perched on his backside. She groaned loudly as he thrust in her. He moaned as he began to pump in and out.
"Aww FUCK!" She yelled. "Give it to me." The bookshelf wasn't exactly comfortable, but she didn't care. She had him exactly where she wanted him and she wasn't about to complain. He pounded her, and she begged him for more. "YES! THAT'S IT!"
He loved hearing her yelling for him. His head found her neck, and he began to bite her. "AWWW!" She started cumming. He was soon to follow.
They collapsed on the desk afterwards, the room smelling of sex and perfume. "We didn't even get upstairs."
"What's the rush?" She kissed him on the cheek. "We have all night." They caught their breath and Flynn unzipped her dress. He pulled it off of her, leaving her in a bra and in a thong. He looked her up and down. He wanted to ride her all night. She made quick work of his suit, leaving him in nothing but a tie. "I like the tie," she husked as she began biting and scratching him. He picked her up and tried to get her to the bedroom, but she was too frisky. They collapsed on the couch and began wrestling with each other, kissing, biting, scratching, hair pulling. There were no limits to their aggression when they were horny. He put on another condom, and she began to ride him. He undid her bra and threw it across the room. He then began pinching and sucking on her nipples. Andrea angled her hips forward and began to ride more vigorously. He began biting her nipples, making her yelp and growl as she rode him. He was ready to blow again. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust into her. His hot breath found her neck and he began to piston in and out of her. "Awww yess!" she cried out as another orgasm came over her. It didn't take much to put Flynn over the edge. Her O face did it for him, and he was gone. They collapsed onto the living room table.
Andrea was covered in sweat. Her hair was a mess and her makeup smudged. She never looked sexier Flynn thought as he kissed her.
Andrea lied on the table, panting and out of breath. She loved his dick, and she wanted more. Usually, after one or two fucks she was good, but she wanted Andy all night long. She was insatiable. Lust filled her. After about ten minutes of naked, sweaty spooning, she kissed him and slipped to the floor. She lied there hoping the cool air below would cool her down. She rolled onto her stomach. Flynn loved the view, her ass was nice and round, and he wanted to mount her from behind. She started to get on her hands and knees, perhaps in an attempt to get up, but Flynn saw it as an invitation, and he took it. He was quickly behind her, his hands on her hips, and he kissed her back.
Andrea moaned as his lips traveled up and down her back and along the back of her neck. His teeth found her neck and his cock found her awaiting pussy. He plunged in her, making her scream. "AWW FUCK YEAH!" He loved the angle of being behind her. He slowly pulled out and went back in. "UGGGHH!" she groaned as he slowly worked his way in and out of her. Sweat dripped off of both of them as they began to rock back and forth. He thrust into her, and her hips moved to meet his thrusts. They both grunted and moaned and cursed as he picked up the pace. She was sopping wet. He was hard as steel, and they both needed another release. His hands were on her hips, and he pounded her harder than he had ever before. "I'm going to cum!" She yelled again and again until she started gushing all over the place. She came over and over and over until Flynn finally lost his load and collapsed on top of her.
They both lied on the ground, worn out, hot and sticky. "Can we find a bed now?" Flynn didn't know how they never made it upstairs.
"Shower first," she said. They got into the shower. The sweat came off of them, and they covered each other in soap. They kissed and frolicked in the shower, exploring each other's body in no rush. They took their time and when they were done, he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom. He dried her off and rubbed lotion all over her body. "Aww yes," she cried out as he touched her. They hugged, both naked and in bed. "I can't get enough of you," she told him as she kissed his ear.
He looked at her. His dick somehow still wanted more. He didn't know if he could take being naked with her. He was too horny. "Let me have you," he whispered into her ear. She lied on the bed and he spread her legs. His lips moved from her mouth down to her other lips and he began to kiss her thighs gently. The idea of foreplay was out the window at this point. They went straight to the main event. His lips found her clit, and he began to kiss it gently. She sighed as he began to suck on it. His mouth worked his way with her inner folds. She got wet for him very quickly. She leaned back and enjoyed his work.
He feels so good, she thought as his tongue found her g-spot. I should please him. She thought. She sat up and rolled him onto his back. Her mouth found his semi-hard cock, and she began to suck on him. His head made it right between her legs again, and they stayed in the 69 position, her on top of him. She sucked and stroked his dick as he ate her. It wasn't long before she was ready to lose it. "I'm going to cum," she told him as she took a quick break from his member. She went back to sucking. Flynn started to stick his fingers into her. She started riding them, readily. She really wanted to get off and she did not want to wait. He began sucking on her clit again, and she burst, juices flowing all over him.
He started to buck his hips as she got him dangerously close. "AWWW FUCK" he yelled as he blew his load into her awaiting mouth. "You're going to kill me," he sighed as he curled to a pillow.
She leaned in onto his chest. "Good night."
Brenda and Fritz's apartment.
They came back from a lovely restaurant. It was a Thai-Spanish fusion place and Brenda loved the dessert. They got home, Brenda ready to model for him, and Fritz ready to show off his toys. "Go get ready," he told her. "I have a surprise for you."
She came back in her lingerie, her chest covered in this sparkly stuff. She looked like a million bucks. Fritz grabbed her and led her into the bedroom. He kissed her neck and pushed her onto the bed. "Close your eyes."
She kept them closed. She tried to sneak a peek.
"Keep them closed," Fritz barked. He didn't have to turn around to know she was trying to sneak a peak.
Fritz came back with a black bag. He also changed out of his suit, wearing nothing but leather pants and boots.
"What's in the bag?" He smiled.
"Do you trust me?"
"Well, of course." Now, she didn't. This was a little creepy.
"Then relax and close your eyes. I'm going to make you feel really good." Brenda liked the sound of that. She relaxed as Fritz slowly undressed her. He tied her arms to the bedposts and then her legs. She was stuck in a star shape. She opened her eyes, and she was completely exposed. "I'm going to take good care of you," he whispered. He started to kiss her gently, starting with her lips and working his way across her chest, which tasted like honey, along her arms, along her thighs and all over her stomach. His mouth was everywhere except her pussy. His hands gently moved up and down her body. He took out a clamp and pinched her nipple. She winced and then he did the other one. His lips smothered hers as he kissed her. His lips felt good, but the clamps hurt. "I'll be back," he promised. Fritz went to get a cucumber and some ice cubes. He put an ice cube in his mouth and got it nice and cold. When he returned, he got to her hips and licked her clit.
The coldness made Brenda jump, but she was tied down, so she didn't get very far. Fritz used another ice cube to draw along her thighs and to rub her breasts. He took off the clamps and iced her nipples. The fire and the ice made an intoxicating combination. Brenda thrashed. She wanted more. He began to suck on her nipples. Her blood rushed to them, and they were throbbing. "AWWW!" she groaned loudly. Fritz kissed and sucked her breasts. He loved them, and they loved his touch. He found a Ben-wa ball and slipped it into her.
"What is that?" It was cold, but it felt really good.
"Hold that there, would you?" He smiled at her. This was going to be a long night.
He continued his assault with his mouth, kissing her all over her body. Fritz felt her skin getting hotter and hotter. He was surprised she wasn't trying to get out of her restraints. She completely surrendered to me. He pushed another ball into her pussy. His cock was hard, and he wanted some relief. He took off his boots and dropped his pants, straddled Brenda and presented himself to her. She couldn't really suck him at that angle since she was tied to the bed. Fritz realized the dilemma and he positioned himself, so his cock was right over her mouth. She sucked him in and began bobbing her head.
Fritz pretty much had to hold himself over her, and he was getting quite a core workout. She did wonders with her mouth, and Fritz was loving the attention.
Brenda liked having him in control of her. She wished he would grab her head and just fuck her face. She wanted him to dominate her, to make her his toy. She was a little ashamed of the thoughts running through her head. She fantasized about him taking her in public, about him tying her up and pounding her like a whore in the front yard for all to see. She wanted to give herself to him, and she wanted the world to know it. She sucked him with vigor. She wanted to feel his load in her mouth.
When he was ready to come, he pulled up a bit. He didn't want to choke her. He came into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. He pulled the balls out of Brenda and put the cucumber inside of her. "AWWW! Fuck me please."
"I will, don't you worry." Fritz smiled. He was going to fuck her nice and hard.
Brenda was desperate for a release. It felt like she had been tortured forever. He kept turning her on but not getting her off. She was ready to burst.
He began to slowly piston the cucumber in and out of her. She tried to buck her hips, but she couldn't get away from the rope. She yelled and screamed. "Oh Fuck! Give it to me. I want you so bad. Please have me." He got her nice and hot, quickening his pace, and she was right on the edge. He stopped and looked into her eyes, they were huge and burning with desire. She really wanted to cum. He kissed her lips and began to slowly lick her pussy. "Don't cum yet," he told her as he built her up again. When she was about to burst, he thrust the cucumber in her. She wanted to cum. He looked at her sternly and began to thrust slowly. "Wait," he told her.
"AAWWWWWW GOD!" She yelled as she came all over him.
"I told you not to come yet." He was stern.
"I couldn't help it. You make me feel so good."
Fritz untied her from the posts but then he tied her arms behind her back. He left her on the bed, lying on her stomach. Her ass was in the air, and she looked divine. He bent her over his knee. "Time for your punishment."
He swatted her ass. First, the left cheek, then the right. He took turns, each spanking getting harder than the one before. She grunted and growled. She loved being spanked. He grabbed a paddle from the bag and began to use that. "UGGGHH!" Brenda yelled as she felt the paddle strike her behind, which was now bright red. Fritz looked at his woman. She was naked, tied up, covered and sweat and ready to be fucked. He smiled and spread her legs. He checked her with her fingers. She was sopping wet and really hot. He plunged into her in one swift motion. "AWWW FUCK!" she yelled. He pulled her on top of him and told her to ride.
It was hard to keep her balance without her arms. Fritz held her up as she began to grind her hips. Her clit ground against his pelvis, and she loved the feeling. She got ready to cum again and she did. Fritz finally untied her and put her down on her hands and knees. He thrust the cucumber back in her and thrusted it in her a few times and she began bucking into him. He took some lube and slowly worked it into Brenda's backside. It didn't take him long to thrust his way into her ass, which was still sore from the spanking she got earlier. He began to pound her. She screamed loudly as he got to business. He left the cucumber inside of her. She began to fuck herself with it using a free hand. She loved being double stuffed. Fritz loved the sight of her taking it like a slut. He wanted to double stuff her. He wondered if she would go for that. He pulled on her hair as he fucked her. He wanted her to know she belonged to him tonight.
It wasn't long before she was cumming again, and Fritz was ready to lose it too. He grabbed her, pulling her towards him as he lost his load, deep inside of her.
His lips found the back of her ears as he collapsed on top of her. They were both sweaty and messy. Fritz kissed her neck and got up to draw a bath. He put candles in the bathroom and filled the tub with bubbles. He went back for his wife, picked her up and gently set her in the tub. He washed her body. He slid into the tub on the opposite side. "You haven't said a word," he told her.
"I think I'm speechless." Brenda had a range of emotions going through her. She didn't know bondage could feel so freeing. Where did Fritz get all that stuff? What else did he have? Did this make her a freak? She wanted more. Did she ask? Did he just give it to her.
"I hope it's a good speechless." He kissed her gently. They fell into each other and cuddled.
"I love you," she whispered into his ear as she collapsed on his chest. Fritz took her and dried her off. He changed the sheets, and they got into bed. She curled up next to him and promptly fell asleep. She dreamed of Fritz having her on her hands and knees, pounding her from behind and pulling her hair as onlookers watched. She started to get wet.
Fritz was too jealous to share her with another man, but he desperately wanted to see her take it in two holes at once. He kept envisioning himself, taking her ass, while some faceless, figure pounded her pussy. He knew two cocks would send her over the edge. She wouldn't be able to stop cumming. He loved it when she came all over the place, out of control. That's why he liked pushing her to the edge and backing down. When he got her really riled up, she would have the biggest release. He started to get hard just thinking about her. He reached out for her. She was wet. He pulled her on top of him. He wanted to see the look on her face as she was filled. He loved the look on her face when she took dick, intense but oh so happy. That's the only thing he didn't like about having her on her hands and knees. I really need to get mirrors for this room. Just line them up across the wall, so I can see her every move as I fuck the daylights out of her.
Brenda could feel Fritz's hardness. She wasn't sure if it was really there or if she was dreaming it. She reached down and there it was. She stroked him gently. He grunted out loud. "Fritzi, are you awake?"
"Yes," he grunted. Not really, but whatever.
"Will you fuck me?" Brenda asked him softly.
Fritz's eyes shot open when he heard that. He rolled over. She was naked and horny, and so was he. He picked her up and brought her to the floor. He didn't have any more sheets to change their bed. He positioned her on her hands and knees, and he started to fuck. She groaned and moaned for him as he worked his way in and out of her. "Give it to me," she cried, begging for more. He smiled with a sly grin, put his hands firmly on her hips and started to pound her hard. "AAWWWW!" She screamed as he began thrusting at full speed, as hard and fast as he could go.
He grabbed her hair and began pulling on it, hard. "AWWW YES!" She cried out. Her screaming spurred him on even more, and he began slamming himself into her, which got her to scream for more, and the cycle continued. He pushed her down, so her stomach lied on the floor. His legs surrounded her hips, and he began riding her like a bronco. She screamed into the carpet as he fucked her wild and soon enough she was cumming on the floor. He kept pounding and she kept coming, her mind still imagining voyeurs watching her every move. She didn't know why she was overcome with these thoughts, but she knew that she wanted Fritz inside of her, and she wanted people to view it. This image played out in her mind all kinds of ways. Men who could look but couldn't touch. Women who were disgusted by her wonton behavior. The idea of public exposure got her off, and she kept cumming. Soon, Fritz blew his load into her.
"Let's go to bed," he whispered. Now that they were both sufficiently tired, they both passed out. Little did they know, the neighbors, upstairs, downstairs, across the yard heard her screaming and couldn't believe they could fuck for so long. They hoped this wouldn't be a normal occurrence, but they were out of luck.
On the Beach
Bobby was ready to run. He put a bright harness on Hunter in case she tried to run off and chase something. He wore a bright headband and had a neon shirt under his black jacket. He wore black shorts and had neon socks and grey shoes. He thought he would be alone tonight but then a car pulled up. Sharon walked down to the beach, wearing an orange and yellow running outfit. Too old to date Who does Brenda think she is?
Sharon made it down to the shiny looking man. "Hi Bobby. This must be Hunter."
Hunter tried to jump up and lick Sharon, but Bobby held her back. "Be polite." Hunter kept trying to jump until she learned it was futile. Then, she sat down nicely. Sharon pet her. What a sweet dog? She thought. They started to run. Sharon kept up with Bobby and Hunter pretty well considering she usually doesn't run on sand. Hunter ran left and right all over looking for something worth finding. There wasn't much to be found here other than a full moon and some stars, the waves crashing and the lights from far away shining in the distance. Running and talking doesn't really work. There was a little ledge up ahead. "Let's go up there." Bobby pointed to it. They got to the top and to Sharon's surprise, there was a picnic basket there. Bobby tied Hunter's leash to a nearby tree. She lied down. She knew when she wasn't in the loop.
"A picnic. At this hour?" She laughed.
"A man's gotta eat." Bobby opened the basket. There were sandwiches, some apple crumble and a bottle of wine with two glasses.
"You know how to impress a lady."
"I know how to raid Brenda's liquor cabinet." They laughed and began to eat.
They started chatting, about their kids, about life in LA, about all kinds of stuff. Bobby told his side of the story about the fight.
"I heard Branson was a jerk, but he started insulting you all in public. What a jerk?"
"Tell me about it. His goon tackled me from behind, and we got into a fist fight."
"I take it this wasn't your first fist fight."
"I plead the fifth."
They laughed, and she told him about her one experience with a fight.
"This girl had been picking on me because I was quite the nerd in school. She left a note in my locker asking me to prom and signed the name of this boy that I liked. I went to tell him yes, and he was confused, like I was a nut. I showed him the note and when I saw his face, I knew it was her."
"What did you do?"
"Well, I left her a note saying that I was some guy and I wanted to see her after school behind the bleachers. That's where kids went to hook up or whatever and when she got there, I punched her."
"You punched a chick, not a slap or a hair tug."
"A knuckle sandwich." Sharon blushed.
"You don't say." They went on to talk about a range of menial topics. Hunter started to howl.
"I bet she's thirsty." Bobby poured her some water. She drank it readily and wagged her tail
"Oh look at the time." Sharon saw her watch. It was after midnight. "I should be getting back."
"Well it was nice seeing you. We should do this again sometime."
"We should."
Bobby looked at her, unsure if he should make a move. He didn't want to scare her away or have to explain that he was still married. Little did he know, she was still married as well. He went to shake her hand and his touch sent a jolt through Sharon's body. Her arms found his chest, and she looked at him with her green eyes. He looked into hers, and they held each other for a minute. He kissed her gently and she began to kiss him back. Hunter barked again. Sorry Bobby, but it's past my bedtime.
Cockblock Bobby thought as he broke the kiss. "Good night, Sharon." They walked back to their cars, mostly in silence but they held hands. She quickly kissed him before she got in her car and drove home.
Bobby put hunter in the truck and drove home himself. Luckily, his sister and Fritz already fell asleep. He would have died if he had heard their earlier antics.