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A Short Story….Dark Chocolate The Collaboration

Dark Chocolate

A Short Story

Collaboration by Leanna Harrow and C. Alexander Newkirk  (Thank you my dear friend…you are awesome! 😉


Roland and Anna had been friends for a long time. They had a lot in common. They had the same taste in food, music and movies. They had the same views on religion, politics and sex. They made each other laugh, listened to each other bitch and were there for each other when things were tough. It didn’t matter to either of them that Anna was thirteen years Roland’s senior.

It didn’t bother either of them that Roland was a tall, slender, handsome African American man and that Anna was a tall, redheaded, very Caucasian woman. They were both color blind. It helped that Roland had grown up in England and that Anna, was well, older and wiser. She had seen it all in her time and didn’t put up with ignorance or intolerance. Roland, having been raised in a culture fraught with ignorance and intolerance appreciated her willingness to accept him for who he was and not the color of his skin.

They got a lot of looks when they were out in public together. Anna found herself staring down the people she caught looking at them funny. She dared anyone to say something to her. She would have made a scene, right then and there! She was a fiery one. That was just one of the things that endeared her to Roland.

One rainy Sunday afternoon, Anna felt restless. She called Roland to see what he had planned for the day.

“What’s up butter cup?” she asked.

“Not much, I’m at Best Buy checking out video games” he told her. She smiled at the thought of him talking ‘gaming’ with her sons that were close to his own age.

“Come get me” she said with the smile still on her lips.

“On my way” was all he said before hanging up. Roland pulled up ten minutes after he had hung up with Anna. She jumped in the passenger seat of his car and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek as she always did. This time was different; she lingered there as she slid her hand onto his lap and up to the waist band of his jeans.

“Take me somewhere” she breathed into his ear. When he smiled at her request, she leaned back in the seat and fastened her seat belt smiling the sly smile she was infamous for.  They drove to an ocean front hotel and Roland looked over at her.

“Are you sure you want to do this” he asked. “You know once we do, there’s no going back to the way things were” he cautioned her.

“I’m very well aware of that. Go” she nearly demanded. Roland smiled at her again and disappeared into the hotel lobby. He returned moments later and pulled the car to the back of the hotel. He got out of the car and went around to Anna’s door. He opened the door and took her by the hand.

He locked eyes with her and pulled her to her feet. She smiled that smile at him again and he pulled her to him. He pushed the hair from her face with his long, soft fingers. She shuddered at his touch. He never took his eyes off of her. He released her body but not her gaze. He walked her backwards to the door of the hotel in an almost dance like fashion. She was hypnotized. She had thought of this moment many times, even fantasized about it but now that it was here, she was entranced by him. His long lean body, his dark smoldering eyes, they way his touch made her skin tingle.

He slid the key card into the door and pushed it open and her through it. He continued the dance. He took her face into his hand, his eyes still locked onto hers. He seemed to be lost in the blue ocean that was her eyes. Inspecting each speck of green and gold that danced in them. He kissed her gently, softly, respectfully. She moaned into his kiss. She was on fire at just the thought of what he might do to her.

He led her to the bed, took his phone out of his pocket, hit a button and music began to play. “Yes, this man is smooth in every way possible”  she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and licked her lips letting the images of what was to come cross her mind. Roland stretched out next to her on the bed. Anna turned onto her side to face him.

“You know,” he began.

“Don’t Roland” Anna interrupted. “We’re both adults, this isn’t going to change anything. We both want what we want. We both know the deal. No expectations, no disappointments” she finished with that damn smile again. He kissed her, this time it was not gentle, soft or respectful it was deep, passionate and hungry. She returned his kiss. He slipped his arm under her and she took that as her cue to move over top of him.

Anna straddled Roland as he reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse. Another moan escaped her as the goose bumps raised on her skin. His hands were skilled; she could only imagine what his cock could do. As the image crossed her mind, she bent down and kissed him again. She kissed him deeply, exploring the depths of his mouth with her soft, wet tongue as he removed her blouse and bra.

Once he had her bare, he pushed her back to look at her. He placed his large, soft hands on her shoulders and traced down her arms and then up her sides, cupping her large, soft tits. Anna’s shoulders raised and her head tilted back as he gently manipulated her nipples. His kneading and the huge bulge she felt pressing against her slit brought her to her first orgasm.

Roland again gently took her by the shoulders and guided her onto her back. He traced a finger around the edge of her face as she smiled that smile at him, down the hollow of her neck, around the swell of her breast, across the dip of her belly to the button on her jeans. He slowly, deliberately unbuttoned and then unzipped them.

The deliberateness of his actions was driving her insane. He was such a tease and she loved it. She had never had a lover take such pleasure in exploring and exposing her. She thought it might drive her insane but didn’t mind it knowing what he had in store for her. They had after all, talked in great detail of his past sexual exploits. She had to admit that she’d been intrigued but skeptical about the whole tantric sex aspect, but was becoming a firm believer in its powers.

He slowly pulled her jeans off. He looked up at her with raised eyebrows when he discovered that not only was she not wearing any panties her supple mound was clean shaven. She smiled that smile at him again as he slowly parted her legs. They started to shake uncontrollably as he slid her up further on the bed.

He took his place between her parted legs and traced up from her foot to her calf, from her calf to her thigh and from her thigh to her hip. The shaking was like nothing she had felt before. She tried unsuccessfully to control it but did manage to cum again. He smiled at her. “He must really get off at knowing he can make a woman cum with just one finger” Anna thought to herself as she pulled her legs up and rolled over onto her stomach. “He’s going to have to work for it” she told herself smiling that smile.

As if he’d read her mind, Rolland got up from the bed and went out to his car. He returned a moment later with two small bottles of oil.

“We have a Boy Scout in our midst ladies and gentleman” Anna said with a laugh.

“I just had this feeling when you called, there was something in your voice” Roland told her.

“Stop talking” she ordered him. Roland happily obliged. He walked to the head of the bed; to the side where her head was turned so that she could witness him remove his clothing. He slowly removed his clothes. She was going to tease him back and close her eyes but she couldn’t  She was struck by the beautiful form of this magnificently constructed creature. He was tall, lean and built like a God. She watched each of his fluid moves, the desire she had for him growing like a raging wild fire.

Once he had removed his boxers, he grabbed the bottles of oil and made his way back to the bed. He straddled Anna’s hips and nestled his cock between the cheeks of her ass. It was as large as she’d imagined. She moved herself against it and came again; this time a deep, throaty moan escaped her as she did.

As she came, Roland bent down and grabbed her shoulders with his oily hands. He grabbed her hard; her dug into her deep and rubbed her good. He worked her like a pro. She lay there, while he rubbed away the tension and stress from every muscle in her back. As good as it felt, as close to letting go of reality that she got, she never forgot that his giant cock was mere inches from slipping into her soaking wet, aching sweet spot.

When she could take no more of the massage or his cock tantalizing her, Anna lifted her ass, beckoning Roland to enter her. She didn’t think that it was exactly how he had planned but he eagerly obliged her. He slipped his long, thick rock hard cock into her wet, tight, welcoming pussy. He did it slowly, methodically and deliberately. He might have given her what she wanted, but he did it the way he wanted to.

That was all it took. Anna tightened around his hardness and came so hard she cried out. She rose up onto her knees as Roland pulled her onto him. His strokes were slow and shallow as he stoked the fire that raged between her thighs. She had awakened his dominance and now she would pay for it.

“What are you waiting for? Give it to me” she shouted behind her.

Roland responded by grabbing a handful of Anna’s hair and jerking it back, just short of being hard enough to be painful. His eyes smoldering with something she had never seen before in this young man that she had known and joked with not too long ago.

“If you want something, it’s polite to ask for it” he said as his lips curved into smile both menacing and beautiful at the same time.

To drive his point home, he began stroking her slowly. Giving her a little more on each stroke, just to quickly enough to withdraw and begin the torture anew. Her passions began to overwhelm her as she sank deeper into the sensations he was giving her. Never did he give her more than a third of what he had to offer. A promise of what could be, if only she were a good girl.

“Please Roland…God, don’t make me beg. Just give it to me, baby” she rasped as she began to lose what little lucidity she had left. She belonged to him now and there was no going back.

Roland answered her plea by slowly and agonizingly sinking into her inch by inch over the next two minutes before skillfully withdrawing and smacking her marble ass in one deft stroke. The sting of surprise brought her out of her daze just as he slammed himself deep inside of her hard and fast, His frenzied strokes causing stars to dance before her eyes.

He lifted himself to one knee, putting one hand on her shoulder and cupping her breast in his other. He slowed down, but went just as deep. He worked her like a well-oiled piston, pulling her body to meet each stroke before flipping her over onto her back. He looked into her eyes as he lowered himself into her, watching every contortion her face made as he begin to thrust in earnest.

Her body surrendered to the pleasure he offered as her legs wrapped around his ankles. He cradled her head in his arms as the pleasure built in him. He was reaching his limit. Her body had shared it’s secrets with him. He was now part of the cabal. All that was left was the offering.

He pushed himself up with one arm and grabbed a handful of hair with the other hand, forcing her to look at him. He kissed her furiously as his body began to shudder with his release. She could taste the shudders in his breath and the warmth that flowed into her cause her to climax in tandem. When the shudders had subsided, he broke the kiss and slowly trailed his tongue from her bottom lip to the top before smiling and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. He stood up, lifted her into his arms and carried her to the showers where more pleasures could be discovered and boundaries broken.

They left the hotel room smelling of sex and looking like burglars had tossed the place. Roland dropped her off at home late that night. Anna threw her coat and purse into the chair and collapsed onto her bed. She reached down and laid her hand on her now throbbing and swollen pussy. She knew she’d be sore tomorrow but smiled at the thought of it, the smell of Roland on her skin and the knowledge that he was now her very own piece of dark chocolate.

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“A Woman Scorned” here
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Now You Can “Hear” My Short Stories!

Now you can “hear” my Short Stories!

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A Short Story…

A Short Story
By Leanna Harrow

She lay on the bed with her eyes closed. It had been a long day and as she lie there, she could feel the tension in her entire body. She ran her hands through her hair and stopped at the base of her neck. She used her fingers to massage the knots she could feel had formed there.

She applied the perfect amount of pressure, went in deep and rubbed in small circular motions as she lay there with her eyes still closed. She could feel the tension subsiding when she caught a glimpse of him in her mind’s eye. He always seemed to come to her when she was still, quiet or had her eyes closed.

She continued the slow circular motions with her hands on the base of her neck. She could still see him there, with his bright blue eyes, his wavy blonde hair and his big brilliant white smile. It was just like him to taunt her.

She slowly moved her right hand to the front of her neck keeping steady pressure on it as she could imagine him, as he had a thousand times before, had he been there. He had always loved her neck. It was long, soft and she loved it when he applied pressure to it, in any fashion.

She could see him, bending down, gently pressing his lips against hers and then making his way to the hollow of her neck with his still moist lips. Her nipples hardened at the thought of it. A smile crossed her lips as it did each time she thought of him.

She slowly traced her hand, down from her neck, across her chest and over to the swell of her breast where her hand lightly brushed across her nipple. She could actually feel him there, touching her, teasing her and making her wet.

She arched her back as she brought her other hand to her other breast. She cupped them like he would, pushed them upward taking her nipples between her thumbs and fingers. She could see him doing this too, he‘d done it a thousand times as well. The smile was back on her lips as she could not only feel her wetness she could now smell it as well.

Just the thought of him drove her crazy. Crazy with desire, crazy with lust and crazy with need. She released one of her breasts and used her hand to slowly make its way down her stomach, across her more than slick mound all the way to her thigh, where she traced little circles up and down it. She could see him doing that too. A giggle escaped her.

She slowly, methodically traced the pattern of circles up to her now aching and sopping wet sweet spot. She could see him look up her with that brilliant smile as his finger slowly traced her silky slick petals before ultimately sliding across her glistening clit.

She imagined him there doing just that as she did it for herself. She wondered what the warm wetness that she felt, felt like to him as she moved her fingers slowly back and forth.

She could almost feel him go deeper as she went deeper. She could almost feel him come back up and work her clit as she came back up and worked her clit. She worked it hard and fast as she had watched him do so many times, maybe even a thousand time before. She focused on the thought of him, his fingers and that brilliant smile as she came so hard she shuddered.

As she lay there thinking of him she didn’t think of the bad times, she didn’t think the good times, she only thought of the times without him and the fact that she had never really needed him.

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A Short Story….Social Networking

Social Networking
A Short Story
By Leanna Harrow

Lisa had sold used cars for a long time and she was good at it, but she had much bigger aspirations. She had an idea that could make her a lot of money if she could only figure out how to market it. One day while talking with her girlfriend Lily over coffee, she told her of her frustrations.
“I just don’t know what to do Lily, I’ve tried everything. I’ve practically prostituted myself all over the Internet and nothing.” She said. Lily’s eyes widened and she laughed at her friend.
“Girl, you are too funny. What you need is a marketing expert” She said.
“What I need is a sugar daddy to pay for a marketing expert” Lisa said rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her coffee. Lily laughed at her friend again.
“That’s the last thing you need” Lily said looking Lisa dead in the eye. “You just need to do some social networking” she finished.
“What the hell do I know about social networking” Lisa shot back.
“You’re on social networking sites all the time Lisa, put it out there. If you’ve prostituted yourself all over the Internet like you say you have, then you should have no problem finding someone who can help you on one of the sites your on” Lily told her matter-of-factly. Lisa sat there and thought about it for a minute. It made sense, she figured with all the different sites she was on, the several hundred friends on each site and the fact that she was active on each site that there had to be somebody somewhere that could help her. The girls finished their coffee, said their goodbyes and Lisa headed home to see if she could find her marketing guru.
When she got home, Lisa got on the computer and went to her favorite social networking site. She sat there looking at her page. It was filled with the faces of her family members, friends and complete strangers. She wondered if any of them could or would help her. She looked at the status bar. It said ‘what’s on your mind?’ So she began to type. She typed a simple phrase “I need help.” She sat there looking at it for a minute figuring she was wasting her time and then figured what the hell and hit the send button. It was done. Now all she could do was wait and see.
About twenty minutes later, she got a message from one of her friends, his name is Mark and he lived in California. Mark and Lisa had been friends online for a little over six months. They had chatted, emailed, text each other and talked on the phone. Their phone conversations had even turned sexual a few times as neither of them was dating anyone.
Lisa liked Mark except for the fact that at times he was needy and demanding. She chalked that up to being a guy thing. He was easy to talk to, they had a lot of things in common and they could share intimate details of their lives as they were virtual strangers. She thought he was pretty cute and he is always telling her how pretty she was. He asked her what she needed help with and she told him.

“Did I never mention, during all this time that I’m a marketing genius?” He typed.
“No you did not!” She replied. “Or I would have been picking your brain this entire time!” She continued. Mark asked her what her idea was and the two of them got into a lengthy chat about it. He told her it would take some time but that he was sure he could turn her idea into a success. Lisa was more than happy to hear that.

The next day Lisa’s phone rang and it was Mark.
“Hi hot stuff, “Mark said making Lisa giggle.
“Hi yourself,” Lisa replied. “To what do I owe the honor?” She asked.
“Oh I don’t know,” he said with a sigh. “I was just thinking, I need a vacation, you need my help and I’ve never been to Ohio before so…” He said his voice trailing off. Lisa was kind of shocked by what she thought she had just heard. Had he just offered to fly halfway across the country to help her out?
“What’s it going to cost me?” She asked.
“Nothing you silly woman,” he said as she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. “Other then you’ll need to show me where the good restaurants are, take me to do some sightseeing, things like that” he finished.
“I can do that,” Lisa told him. “When can you be here?” She asked.
“Is day after tomorrow too soon?” He asked.
“It’s perfect,” she said. “Call me with your itinerary and I’ll pick you up at the airport” she told him.
“Looking forward to it sweet thing” he said as he chuckled and hung up the phone. Lisa hung up the phone and found herself wondering just how far she’d go to make her business idea a success. She figured she find out in a couple of days.


Two days later at precisely ten AM she picked markup from the airport and took him to his hotel. Mark set his bags down and threw his card key onto the table before turning to look at Lisa. Lisa had already crossed the room to where Mark was standing.
“I have an idea,” Lisa said as she slid her hand up Mark’s chest onto his shoulder. “Since I have no money to pay you with and I know that you have some, let’s just call them,’ fantasies’ that you have no one to play out with, what do you say, we use the barter system?” She said as she traced her hand around his shoulder and across his back she walked around him. “It’s not like I don’t know that you find me attractive,” she said continuing to trace along his shoulder until she was facing him again. “You’ve had a tent pitched in your pants since I picked you up at the airport” she giggled casting her eyes down to the floor. She looked back up at him, her eyes meeting his, seeing the he was searching her face, may be wondering if she was kidding. “What do you say?” She asked as she walked over to the bed, lay on her back, slid over to the edge and started unbuttoning her blouse exposing the red lace bra she had chosen especially for him.
“I say that sounds like a wonderful idea” Mark said as he began to undress. When he finished undressing, he walked over and stood over Lisa with his fully erect cock dangling above her mouth which was perfectly positioned at the edge of the bed. Lisa smiled at him, arched her head back and licked the tip of his rock hard member. Mark shuddered as he could only imagine what was to come. Lisa scooted herself further back on the bed to where her head was hanging off the edge. Mark took this as his sign and moved in to where the tip of his cock rested on her warm, moist lips.
“Mmmm, yes daddy that’s right where I want it” she said as she ran her tongue up one side and down the other of his throbbing shaft. Mark reached down to touch the soft swell of her breast as she took all of him into the wet confines of her mouth. He wasn’t huge, but he was by no means small so she had no problem taking every inch of him. Mark had her just where he wanted her and proceeded to slowly fuck her mouth as he caressed her breasts and played with her now hardening nipples. A slight moan escaped Lisa’s throat.
“You like that baby girl?” Mark asked as he continued to fuck her mouth. Lisa slid her tongue down the side of his raging hard on, swirled it around the tip and withdrew him from her mouth.
“Yes daddy, more than you’ll ever know” she panted. She quickly went back to sucking him. He went right back to letting her. It wasn’t long after that Lisa felt his balls tighten and knew he was getting ready to cum. She slid her mouth off of him, moved up onto the bed and motioned to him to come to her. She slipped off her skirt revealing her matching red panties and the wet spot he had created.
“I want you to feel me daddy, I want to see what you’ve done to me and then I want you to fuck the shit out of me daddy” she said with a smile. She spread her legs and laid her hand on her panty clad mound.
“Oh I can do that baby girl” he said as he climbed up onto the bed.
“Then do it daddy” Lisa begged. Mark traced along the inside of her panties at her outer lip with the tip of his finger.
“Beg me baby girl” he ordered her. She smiled up at him, her big blue eyes wide with anticipation.
“Please daddy, I can’t wait anymore” she said wiggling her hips, trying to get him to slide his finger closer to her slit.
“More” he said pulling his finger away.
“Daddy, please, I want you so badly! Please!” she whimpered with a pout now forming on her lips. That pout was all it took for Mark to reach up and remove her panties. He did it slowly, methodically as she wiggled and tried to make him hurry.
“Slow down baby girl, daddy’s coming” he said as he tossed her panties to the floor. He spread her legs apart and moved in to where the head of his aching cock rubbed against her sopping wet clit. She was so hot, so wet, and so fucking eager. She clamped herself onto the head of his cock and smiled at him. He bent down and slowly entered her.
“Is this what my baby wants?” he asked as he stroked her slowly and gently.
“Yes daddy, yes” she breathed hoarsely into his ear. She couldn’t help but cum as he hit her clit with each pass. Mark picked up his pace; Lisa dug her nails into his shoulders and wrapped her long, tanned legs around his waist. He fucked her deep, he fucked her hard and just as she came again, so did he. Spent and soaked, Mark rolled off of her and lay next to her on the bed.
“If your business idea is half as good as the fucking you just provided, you’re going to be a millionaire my dear” he told her. Lisa smiled, turned to him and rose up on one elbow.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet” she said with a wink.


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New Short Story….Please Mr. DJ

Please Mr. DJ
A Short Story
By Leanna Harrow

George Morton took his headphones off, laid them on the desk in front of him and rubbed his eyes. He worked the midnight to six AM shift and hated it. It was only six hours but it threw his whole day off. He’d get home as his wife was going to work, sleep all day, get up most days in time to have dinner with his wife and then it was off to work again.

It’s not like spending time with his wife was a priority. She had her life and he had his. They’d been married twenty-three years and over the last ten they had become complete strangers. George couldn’t remember the last time they had sex, and he damn sure couldn’t remember the last time they had good sex.

George was a DJ at one of three the local radio stations. He’d been at this particular station for over twelve years. That was a long time in the radio business. He loved the job but hated the pay. He enjoyed getting out and doing live events where he got to mingle with the fans but most days, stuck in the booth, playing the same old music, he despised his job.

On this particular night, it was almost three AM and it was the third night of constant down pouring rain. George sat there listening to the rain hit the roof until he realized the sound of it was lulling him to sleep. As he sat up and rubbed his eyes again there was a loud rapping on the back door. As he stood at to make his way to the back of the studio, the rapping got louder and more frantic.

George opened the door and there stood a young woman in an overcoat, soaking wet and shivering.

“My God! Come in before you catch your death,” George told the beautiful stranger. “Are you all right?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just soaking wet and a little cold” she replied with a slight smile. George grabbed his own coat and put it around her.

“Here, come sit down. I’ll turn up the heat” he told her as he headed to the thermostat and turned it up a couple of notches. He walked back over and sat down across from the beautiful young woman.

“What on earth are you doing out on a night like this?” He asked “did you have car trouble or something? He continued to question her.

“Well something like that,” she said looking around nervously. “Are we alone here?” She asked.

“Yes,” George told her. “But you have nothing to worry about, I’m harmless” he said with a laugh.

“Oh I’m not worried Mr. Morton,” she said glancing down at the floor with a slight smile on her lips. “You see I didn’t have car trouble, I came here to see you” she said as her eyes met his. George looked at this beautiful young woman and wondered why on earth she would come to see him. She couldn’t have been a day over twenty-five, was a stunner and built like a brick shit house.

“I don’t understand” he said.

“You see George, May I call you George?” She asked.

“Sure” he stammered.

“I’ve listened to your show for years, ten long years. I’ve listen to you talk about your life, your interests and your dislikes,” she told him. “I’ve gone to every event that you appeared live at that I’ve been able to, I fallen asleep listening to you and I woke up to your voice.” She said as she stood and removed his coat. It fell to the floor she continued. “I find you fascinating, kind and free-spirited” she said as she unbuttoned the buttons on her overcoat.

“I know you’re married, I know you’re not happy in your marriage and if you don’t want me I’ll understand” she said as her overcoat hit the floor revealing the red camisole and panties she was wearing that matched her red pumps. George sat there staring at the exquisite creature standing in front of him. He hoped that she couldn’t see the hard on that was near raging just at the site of her firm, shapely young body. The young woman walked over to George placed her hand on the side of his face and stroked his beard as she looked him in the eye.

“I have dreamed of this night for years,” she said as she leaned in closer. “I have fantasized about all of the things that like to do to you, for you and with you,” she said as her lips brushed his ear. “I could be everything you have ever desired” she whispered into his ear as she pulled away and her lips met his.

George returned her soft, sweet kiss. The beautiful stranger placed both hands on the side of his face and kissed him deeper. George’s hands went to her hips and pulled her onto his lap. He was really glad at this point the station had opted for the oversized executive chairs.

George pulled the camisole up and over her head so that he could get his hands and lips on her perfectly shaped tits. They were so soft, so supple and her nipples were perfect for sucking so that’s exactly what he did. First one and then the other.

The beautiful stranger arched her back, threw her head back and moaned in delight. George slid one of his hands that had been planted firmly on her hips around to the panty covered sweet spot just hovering over his aching cock. He slid his fingers into her panties and across her soaking wet clit.

The beautiful stranger leaned down to George’s ear and whispered “fuck me right there just like that” as she traced around his ear and down his neck with her tongue. George stroked her clit in slow deliberate motions.

“Oh… God… George” she breathlessly moaned into his ear. George slid his fingers deep inside of her. The beautiful stranger’s body stiffened and she came. She looked into George’s eyes and smiled. George smiled back. His eyes widened for a second as he slid his chair over, grabbed a disc and popped it into a slot on the console with the fingers on his other hand still deep inside of her. They both laughed.

George withdrew his fingers; the beautiful stranger took his hand, raised it to her mouth and used her tongue to lick her juices from his hand. George only thought until that moment he had a raging hard on. He thought he was going to cum in his pants as she methodically licked each finger. She was the sexiest, most beautiful and sensual woman he’d ever seen. He was now going to commence fucking her brains out.

As if the beautiful stranger had read his mind, she got up off of George and removed her panties. She spied the table that they put coffee and donuts out on for the morning show crew. She hopped up on the table, spread her legs and with her finger motioned for George to come to her. He was one step ahead of her as he was already there, had his pants around his ankles and was pulling her to the edge of the table.

George used his thumbs to spread her perfectly proportioned pink lips apart and slid the tip of his cock against her swollen clit. He used the head of his dick to gently fuck her clit until she came again. He could no longer take it and slid his swollen member into her sopping wet hotbox. The beautiful stranger wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him close. She was so fucking tight he thought he’d cum without fucking her proper. He wasn’t about to have that, it had been way too long.

He stroked her a few more times and pulled out. She had what almost looked to be a pout crossing her lips. George pulled her from the table, turned her around and bent her over. He entered her from behind and thought to himself, if it were possible, she seemed even tighter.

George bent over her, cupped her perfect tits in his hands and proceeded to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. With every other stroke, the beautiful stranger would cum harder than the time before. She would tighten around George’s throbbing cock with each orgasm. Finally George could take no more, the pounding slowed; the strokes were deliberately hitting her clit with each pass until they both came.

The beautiful stranger turned and faced George. She smiled at him sweetly and kissed him softly on the lips. She put her panties, camisole and coat back on. George pulled his pants back up, buckled his belt and went over to the console to pop in another disc.

“Thank you George it truly was an honor to meet you” the beautiful stranger said as she headed to the back door.

“Wait, at least tell me your name so that I can give you a shout out some time” he said as she opened the door.

“Your number one fan” she said as she walked out the door closing it behind her. George looked around the room and wondered if he’d dreamed the whole thing. He looked at the table where he just fucked the most beautiful young woman he’d ever seen. Seeing the wet spot on it, knew then he’d always smile when they brought in the coffee and donuts for the morning show crew.


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