Art of Seduction Page 4

  The kiss lasted only a moment this time as he pulled away and stood up. He looked at her face and glanced over her naked breasts before returning to her face. Lucy’s body was alive and she wanted satisfaction. She reached forward, slid her hand along his upper thigh and rubbed his groin with the back of her hand. He smiled, but she could feel no other response from under the heavy denim of his jeans. For a moment she considered sliding down the zip but then she had another idea.

  The duvet was now free from the weight of his body and she kicked it off to one side to reveal her full nakedness. In a single motion she spread her legs and bent them at the knee, offering up her cunt for his inspection. She reached down with her right hand and teasingly entangled her fingers in her pubic curls. She looked up at his face, to make sure he was watching and began to rub over her clitoris, her fingers in a slow rhythmic dance. With her left hand she reached up, cupped her breast and using her thumb around the nipple, matched the erotic dance below.

  She watched him, transfixed by her action, his gaze on her hand and the rhythmic rubbing on her clit. She smiled and, enjoying the audience, moved her fingers into the wet softness inside, before lifting her fingers to her mouth to taste her own desire. She then reached into the sweetness again and this time held up her hand to offer him the delicacy. He knelt by the side of the bed as he reached forward, guiding her fingers to his mouth. He licked her fingers as if taking honey from a spoon and then devoured them whole, sucking hard to get every last drop. Her body was still throbbing to the tune of the dance, although it was no longer receiving attention and Lucy longed to quench the desire within her.

  She reached over to her bedside table and, pulling out a drawer, removed a long, phallic-shaped blue vibrator. Resuming her previous position she took the substitute cock in her right hand, flicked it on and guided it between her legs. As she was already aroused it slid easily inside her and the vibrating sensations shot through her body. As she moved the vibrator in and out, mimicking the action of a man, she increased the intensity by turning the end of the vibrator. She didn’t care now whether he was watching or not as she only wanted to satisfy the need growing within her.

  He was still kneeling on the floor but had moved to the foot of the bed and was staring directly at the action between her legs. He reached out and, placing his hands on her knees, gently pushed her legs wider apart. Then he began to caress the insides of her thighs, running his fingers from her knees to her curls and back again, over and over. Her breathing quickened and she began to moan gently with every breath out.

  She felt his hand on the vibrator and she let go, surrendering control of the sex toy. He was tentative at first, sliding the long piece of rubber inside her slowly and keeping the thrusts shallow but, as his confidence grew, he increased the intensity and soon he was penetrating deeply into her cunt. Her soft, wet flesh enveloped almost the whole length of the toy and Lucy’s moans of pleasure filled the room.

  She knew she was close to achieving her goal and moved her fingers to her clitoris, resuming the rhythmic dance she began earlier. With expert precision she rubbed over her clit and shouted out as the warm rush of an orgasm engulfed her. Her body quivered and her pelvic muscles gripped the blue phallus as she closed her legs to keep the vibrator in place and prolong the pulsing sensation inside her.

  As her body slowly relaxed she let her legs fall open and withdrew the vibrator, rolling onto her stomach and placing the toy on the floor. She remained in that position with her bare arse facing him.

  Chris had been on his way home when she’d pulled up at the bus stop. He didn’t recognise Lucy but she seemed to know him. He was grateful to be somewhere warm plus she was gorgeous with her long brown hair and brown eyes. He had begun to get aroused the first time they kissed and couldn’t resist touching her, but tried not to get too hopeful. Once he felt her at the zip of his jeans however, he could no longer contain himself. Within seconds he’d got his cock in her mouth and was filling her face, thrusting deeply inside. He couldn’t hold back for long and all too soon he had come and it was over. He was just about to leave when he felt a familiar flicker in his jeans and thought he’d try his luck – leading Lucy away from the front door and up the stairs.

  He was soon bent over her, licking, sucking and fondling to give her pleasure and to give his body time to regenerate but once he felt his cock harden again he was keen for more. With swift, decisive, movements, as regular as a drumbeat, he fucked Lucy in missionary position style. He could feel her respond as she lifted her pelvis up to meet his thrusts and soon his body shuddered as he climaxed inside her. Chris was satisfied, it had been a good fuck and he now got dressed, facing away from Lucy to hide his spent manhood. This time he thought, “I really must go home” but one look back at her and they were soon sharing the passionate kiss which had led them to this moment.

  Chris was really aroused watching Lucy fuck herself with the vibrator and now had another erection. With Lucy still lying on her stomach he slipped out of his jeans and briefs and climbed up onto the bed. He sat with his legs astride hers and, starting with her shoulders, gently moved his hands over her warm flesh. Moving down her spine and across her back he let his fingers tease the sides of her breasts before he continued his journey down to reach the cheeks of her arse. He took hold of his cock and, as he playfully tapped his hardness against her skin, Lucy giggled lightly from the folds of the pillow.

  “Come up on all fours for me” he said as he moved his weight off her legs to enable Lucy to respond. He was now kneeling up against her body and, as he eased her legs a little wider apart, he guided his cock in between. With a firm grip on her hips he pulled her closer to his body and thrust deep inside a few times before pulling out his cock and wiping it across her arse, leaving a snail trail of moisture. Still holding her hip with his left hand, he used his fingers to gently rub the moisture around her anus and slid his fingers inside. As he explored her delicate hole Lucy began to thrust towards him, following a steady rhythm. A few moments later when Chris replaced his fingers with his hard cock, he felt her body quiver before she continued the rhythm, now pushing her arse onto his manhood.

  Chris could feel the different sensation immediately as the tightness sucked in his cock and held it in a vice-like grip. He kept his hands on Lucy’s hips as he guided the full length of his shaft slowly in and out of her arse. He looked down at their joined bodies and felt an excitement mount inside him. As he quickened the pace he could hear the flap, flap of his balls against her arse competing with the slap, slap of Lucy’s dangling breasts. Letting go of her hips he leaned forward to silence her breasts, taking one in each hand and flicking the nipples with his thumbs.

  As his climax grew, Chris could feel the sweat running down his back. He closed his eyes and the amazing flashes of coloured lights dancing across his eyelids signalled that he was going to come. He returned his hands to Lucy’s hips and controlled the pace of the final few thrusts. Keeping his eyes closed, he opened his mouth to get more air into his lungs. As the sensation reached full intensity he let out a groan and filled her hole with his essence. Exhausted and completely spent he slowly withdrew from her body.

  The last couple of hours had been a whirl of high intensity which he wouldn’t forget. He was now ready to go home and quickly got dressed without glancing once at Lucy. She showed him to the door, where he kissed her briefly on the lips and they said their goodbyes. She didn’t ask for his number, so he didn’t offer it. He glanced back once as he walked down the path and saw her wave, as she tried to hide her naked body behind the door.

  It had been two weeks since Lucy’s ‘big night out’ or to be more accurate, her ‘big night in’. She had been trying to find a reason to go over to the sub branch building where Christopher worked but she had been too busy since her promotion. This afternoon however, he was expected at head office for a meeting. As Lucy looked in the mirror she smiled and felt the slight tug of anticipation between her legs at the thought of seeing him aga
in.

  Leaving the ladies toilet she headed for the Board Room. As she opened the door she quickly scanned around and her heart rate quickened as she saw him seated at the far end of the room. She smiled in his direction but felt herself getting warm and her skin flushed, so she looked away. Her body was tingling with anticipation and Lucy could sense the wetness developing between her legs.

  The meeting began and, anxious to see him, she took a deep breath and looked up again just as he stood up to be introduced to the group. The man standing in front of her was about six feet tall with dark hair and tanned skin but, as he spoke, she looked more closely. His nose was not quite as she remembered and his lips seemed red and thick. As he sat down he looked directly at her and she realised her mistake – this was a stranger.

  Her head awash with thoughts, Lucy escaped to the sanctuary of the ladies toilets during the coffee break. Locked inside a cubicle she sat on the toilet with the seat down and put her head in her hands. “What have I done?” she whispered to herself as she thought about the evening a couple of weeks ago. “I only offered him a lift because I thought it was Christopher. I have no idea who I fucked and I didn’t even get a phone number because I thought we could get in touch through work.”

  Getting ready to go back into the meeting Lucy took a deep breath and decided to focus on the positive. She had enjoyed the sexual liaison immensely and it was a passionate evening which she would always remember. As she walked back into the Board Room she glanced over at the real Christopher. He looked up and, as he smiled, Lucy felt her breasts start to tingle.

  Bait & Switch

  by Landon Dixon

  I pulled up to the curb in front of the lingerie store, turned off the car, and took a deep breath. It was only a routine sales stop – to drop off the latest line of lingerie my company was peddling – but this time I’d resolved to finally make a play for Gillian, the busty, forty-something babe who ran the small store. I’d tried to strike up a rapport with her in the past, but had always gotten the cold shoulder instead of the hot breast.

  I got out of the car, pulled an assortment of thongs, push-up bras, teddies, and other erotic bedroom garments out of the trunk, and determinedly pushed the door to the store open. A bell rang overhead, announcing my arrival, and the start, and end, of my mission. Gillian wasn’t there!

  “Hi,” I said dejectedly, to the young woman at the cash register. I knew that Gillian’s store wasn’t big enough for two people to ever be working there at once.

  “Hi back at you,” the girl said, smiling.

  The store was empty of customers, which wasn’t unusual for a Monday morning. I walked up to the girl and was about to enquire about my over-ripe Gillian when it finally hit me that the young woman was also gorgeous. It usually took me less than a tenth of a second to pick up on that sort of thing. Thoughts of Gillian faded away like the morning mist – replaced by the soft, hot reality of the sales clerk.

  She was maybe twenty. Maybe. And she had long, brown, silky hair that shone under the fluorescent lights. Her eyes were brown, as well, while her lips were red and full and wet-looking. Her skin was the colour of creamed coffee, and she looked like she had some Spanish blood in her. But what really put the wind back in my sails was her burgeoning bosom. If I knew my bra sizes – and being in the women’s frilly underwear business, I knew my bra sizes – she was a 38 DD, at least. But she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her huge tits were loosely and barely covered by a light green halter top that spelled cleavage with capital letters and a couple of exclamation points.

  She looked at the stuff I’d forgot I was carrying and asked, “Are you Mark Hull, by any chance?”

  I stared at her overfull, brown tits and nodded vaguely. “Uh, yeah. That’s me. How’d you know?”

  She laughed. “Gillian told me that you’d be stopping by this morning. I’m Francesca.”

  I gave my head a shake and reluctantly raised my eyes to hers. “Oh, hi, Francesca,” I mumbled. “Um, should I just leave this stuff with you, then?” I held up the lingerie and shrugged.

  “Aren’t you supposed to gimme a sales pitch or something?”

  “Uh, yeah, I guess so. Sure.” I cleared my throat. “Well, we’ve got some new–”

  “Not here,” she interrupted. “In back. You can set all of that junk down in the storage room and give your arms a rest. Okay? I’ll show you.” She bounded out from behind the cash register and bounced off towards the rear of the store.

  It wasn’t the store’s rear that interested me at that moment, however, it was Francesca’s. Her big, round butt cheeks jiggled playfully within the thin, tan confines of her stretch pants. The girl was an absolute knock-out coming and going. I kept my astonished eyes glued to her trembling ass as I stumbled after her.

  We ended up together in a tiny storage room that was the conclusion to a short hallway which veered off to the right at the back of the store.

  “Just put your stuff on the counter,” Francesca said, indicating with her small hand about a square foot of space that wasn’t cluttered with sexy underwear and sales slips, on the counter that ran the length of one side of the narrow room. Lingerie on hangers formed the opposite side of the room. It was a tight squeeze – like the golden space between Francesca’s dewy, young breasts where my cock would just barely fit.

  I felt the blood flowing from my head to my crotch as my thoughts turned decidedly un-business-like. I set the articles of unclothing down and turned around to find myself bumper to bumper with Francesca. She had the clear advantage in size. “Not much room in here, is there?” I said softly, again ogling the girl’s burnished breasts.

  “Oh, I don’t know,” she mused, coyly placing a finger against her pouty lips. “I think the room is just about right.”

  I smiled uncertainly, then sighed and mentally squared everything away for my sales pitch. But before I could bore her with that, she stood up on her tip-toes and kissed me on the mouth.

  My cock made a frantic jump to fullness inside of my pants, helped in no small measure by Francesca’s warm hand pressing against it. I gulped in surprise. Everything seemed to suddenly get hot and heavy and humid, and time slowed down to a crawl, and the world shrunk down to just me and the Latina hottie in the storage room in the rear of the empty lingerie store. I squeezed her body against mine, ground my lips into hers, and thanked my lucky stars that had aligned in such a way as to keep Gillian away from work and put me on a collision course with the hot-blooded Francesca.

  She broke the vacuum seal on our mouths and I was left gasping. “Let’s make some more room for ourselves,” she said matter-of-factly. Drop-dead fuckable, and practical to boot. What a girl!

  She reached past me and brushed aside the seduction-wear and the sales receipts that littered the counter and jumped aboard. She perched on the edge and held out her arms. I hastily and happily re-entered her airspace and felt her tongue lick my lips, then plunge into my open mouth. I met its wet-lightning heat with my own nipple-licker, and our tongues fought a ferocious battle that seemed to go on forever, ending in a win-win situation for everyone.

  “Stick out your tongue,” she said, her breath hot against my face, her body even hotter in my arms.

  I stuck out my tongue.

  She latched onto my slimy pleasure tool with her ruby lips and frantically sucked up and down its slippery length – like it was a cock just pulled dripping out of her steaming pussy. The heat and perfume from her body clogged my mental gears, and her passionate tongue-sucking snapped the tendons that held my body together and left me limp – in all but one important area. She might be young, but she sure as salsa knew what she was doing.

  I gathered my strength and my hands sprang into action and found her tits. I began squeezing and kneading those luscious, shirt-splitting melons; gently at first, then more and more roughly. She liked it rough. I stuck my hands inside of her top and felt the hot, over-full nakedness of her brown bosom. She moaned into my mouth when I tweaked her engorged nipples,
and her moan travelled down my spine like an electric shock and set my cock on fire.

  “Suck my tits, big man!” she hissed into my open mouth. Her eyes blazed, her nostrils flared, and her chest heaved with uncontrolled lust. She was a girl who knew how to handle her tits, and, in turn, demanded that they be handled. She shoved aside the thin cords that held her top aloft, exposing her overflowing treasure chest, and then placed her hands behind her, leaned back, and arched her back and offered up her big, bronze tits to the fiery sacrifice of my hungry mouth.

  Had my mouth not been sucked dry, I would’ve drooled. Her breasts were even better out of the package – impossibly full and heavy, her nipples long and thick and chocolate-brown, her aureoles a good two inches in diameter. I swallowed hard and my throat clicked, and then I bent my head down and stuck out my tongue in prelude to licking her–

  “What’s going on here!?”

  I almost swallowed my tongue in my haste to suck it back into my mouth. I jerked my tit-bound head to the left and there stood Gillian. She was staring angrily at us.

  “Get back to the cash register, Francesca!” she ordered.

  Francesca pushed me aside, refastened her top on the fly, and ran out of the storeroom, leaving me to face the wrath of Gillian alone.

  “I don’t think that our marketing agreement includes anything about you fondling my staff, does it Mr. Hull!?” she demanded.

  My tongue was a slab of wood in my mouth.

  She advanced into the room and said, “I always test out any new products before my staff does, anyway.”