Spectacular Stranger (3 page)

She felt addicted. Even
now, with her ass burning and her cunt sore from his large cock pounding
deliciously inside it, all she wanted was to bend over his body and take him
into her mouth to make it wet with her tongue. She wanted to rub her tongue
over his balls, and make Scott groan aloud with pleasure, but she held back,
merely looking at the man who was the cause of all of this pleasure. She wanted
to touch him again, to feel his presence inside her once more, but her insides
seemed to have turned to jelly, and she just lay, feeling the dying throbs of
orgasm and pleasure as they ebbed through her and made her sigh at the
strangeness of it all.

“Did you want me to stay
over?” Scott asked, lowering his arms from his face. He looked different now he
was spent – softer somehow and more like the shy man in the bar she had
invited back.

“If you like,” she said. “I
somehow don’t really care what you do,” she looked at him, feeling a soft of
power shift between them. Now he was spent, she was the one to be giving
commands, to be testing his boundaries.

“I guess I’ll take off,
actually,” he
said,
sitting up and looking at Kelly’s
soft body, pert nipples and open, wet sex. He stared at her for a moment, and
then took off back to the bathroom.

Kelly heard the shower
start and sighed, imagining Scott’s body under the water – the steam
covering his skin and the water pouring over his taught, toned body. He was
certainly worth seeing again, but if he was in a relationship, she couldn’t do
it. She had already ruined one relationship; she couldn’t risk the death of
another. She couldn’t hurt a woman, not even one she had never met.

“Thanks,” Scott’s voice
came from the doorway. He was dressed, and had his mobile phone in his hand.
“I’ll call a cab from here, yeah?”

“Sure,” Kelly said, feeling
completely relaxed in her nakedness. “And Scott, maybe you shouldn’t be fucking
strange women you meet in bars if you’ve got a girlfriend,” she chastised.

He smirked and rolled his
eyes as he dialed the number. “Believe me, she’ll be doing the exact same
thing,” he said, putting the phone to his ear. As he turned to speak to the
operator, Kelly felt a strange wondering… Was that how modern relationships
worked these days? People fucking strangers and there being no recriminations?
She thought back to her time with Jake and concluded they had been terribly
old-fashioned, but wasn’t this casual sex taking things a bit too far? She had
to know what else there was to do in her new found single life.

“I’ll wait outside,” Scott
said, pulling his jacket on. “Thanks for the memories, babe, that was a night
and a half,” he ruffled her hair rather than kiss her, and Kelly was pleased.

“And if I choose to visit
the
Santiago
again?” she asked,
referring back to the club.

“Oh, I’m there most
Thursday nights,” he said, shrugging. “Eloise doesn’t care for dancing or
drinking, but I’m up for pretty much anything,” he grinned.

“See you around,” Kelly
said, following Scott to her door and locking it behind him. Her skin felt
electric as she pressed herself against the cold exterior door. She had
awakened something inside herself, and could not wait to bring it to life once
again.

Next Thursday night could
not come too soon…

Bonus
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Hard
Interview

Jennifer
Cox is determined to do anything to please her new boss, but will it get her
the ultimate position?

The job
of a lifetime, the adverts had said, and jenny had been lucky enough to score
an interview. She had her strategy all set out. No more would she be the one in
the trouser suit and flat shoes waiting to ‘prove
herself
’.
This time, she was going in guns blazing. Short skirt, high heels and lipstick
proved she was a woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted –
and they had better be ready.

        
She
was going to sleep her way to the top. No matter
who
she had to fuck, she was prepared to do anything. She was beautiful, young, and
ready to do what her boss asked – she would be irresistible, employable
and an office
favourite
. She eyed up the competition
in the waiting room and allowed a small smile.

        
Piece of cake
, she thought.

        
“Jennifer
Cox?” a handsome face appeared at the door. “I’m Mark; would you like to come
in?”

        
“Of
course,” she answered, rising gracefully. She smoothed back her long red hair
and followed the mousy-brown, slender man into the room. It has just a single
desk and a chair before and behind it.

        
Perfect
, she thought.

        
“Can
I get you anything?” Mark went behind the desk and ticked Jenny’s name off a
list. He took his glasses off and straightened a piece of paper. Obviously a
perfectionist boss, but maybe there was something lurking under that smart suit?

        
“No,”
she replied, “but you can have this…” and without any further discussion, she
stood, unclipped her blouse and skirt and let them fall to the floor. She was
without any underwear – completely and utterly naked and in front of a
stranger, too. She didn’t care.

        
Mark’s
eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in her shapely breasts, thighs
and legs, still promoted by their high heels. She turned slowly on the spot,
like a model, allowing the suited man to observe her body – her readiness
and the lack in inhibition she had. She needed him to know she was
fuckable
and employable.

        
“What
are you waiting for… sir?” she put her head on one side and locked the door
behind her, lowering the blind over the frosted glass.

        
Mark
shook his head slightly and removed his jacket disbelievingly. Jenny gloated
with her eyes at her tall, handsome man who gave a sideways smile and slowly
stripped in front of her. It was a delicious
strip-tease
in response to her sudden nakedness, and Jenny watched, biting her lower lip.

Off
went the suit – jacket and then trousers, with tie and shirt still on.
Mark folded his clothes neatly and put them onto the floor as if preparing for
an examination. His handmade shoes were pushed off – the laces still tied
- and Jenny resisted the urge to help him undress. The moment of awkwardness,
the calm before the storm was hers to enjoy completely. The heating had clicked
off, and in response, Jenny’s nipples jutted out to attention. She allowed
herself a smile as she caught sight of the straining bulge in Mark’s boxer
shorts be suddenly released. The glowing pink head of his prick seemed to reach
for her, and she longed to lick its salty sweetness. She sat on the leather
office chair, feeling the cool touch against her skin, and parted her legs
slightly, seductively. Mark stared at the tiny glimpse of her sex and his prick
seemed to grow even larger.

        
“Are
you alright on that little chair?” Mark asked, gripping his prick in one hand
and staring at Jenny’s supple and soft naked body. She grinned and spread her
legs apart. Mark made a small noise before getting down on his knees.

        
“I
want to fucking lick you out, you gorgeous thing,” he moaned before giving her
labia a flat-tongued, full lick that made Jenny purse her mouth and gasp at the
unexpected fullness of the contact. Mark’s clever tongue poked in and out,
experimentally, of her wet sex, making electric pleasure spike up her clitoris
and towards her very soul. She was amazed that this stranger was arousing such
feelings in her. She just wanted a job in exchange for a fuck, and this was
definitely not what she had been expecting. With the mark of experience, the
tall and thin man used one manicured finger to press teasingly on the welcoming
entrance to Jenny’s vagina. His active tongue flicked quickly and delightfully
on her swollen
clitoris which
twitched and pulsed as
those feelings of sexual joy were drawn from it over and over again.

        
“Oh
god,” Jenny
sighed,
gripping the arm-rest of the chair
with one hand and twisting the other’s fingers into Mark’s neatly combed hair. As
if encouraged by her forceful grip, Mark sucked on Jenny’s clitoris and dipped
his
finger tip
rhythmically in and out of her open
sex. The handsome man’s head was buried between her legs and Jenny could feel
the start of an orgasm causing tension and flutters in her vagina. She pulled
Mark’s head away from her sex and stared the potential employer in the face.

        
“Stop,”
she gasped, “I want… want to fuck you,” she growled through gritted teeth. She
really did want to fuck this man – this stranger whose body was so
inviting, whose tongue was sol talented and who she could see herself working
under for a long time…

 
Mark grinned and walked teasingly back over
to his jacket. He had a long, slow drink of water from a bottle on the desk and
came back with a condom sheathed onto his prick. His erect member seemed to be
straining against the thin latex covering in an effort to get inside Jenny.

He took
hold of her ankles and pushed her legs further apart, hooking her ankles over
the armrests of the leather chair. Mark stared, sighing for a second at
the
 
sight
of
Jenny’s wet and ready sex spread open before him. Her folds lay open, ready to
receive. Jenny watched, intently interested as he took his prick in his
manicured and tanned hand before pushing just the very hard, yet soft head of
his erection inside her. Her wet and ready sex took hold of this welcome
intruder with wanton abandon. She loved the thrill of the unexpected, and sex
with a stranger always turned her on. Now, to fuck him senseless so he would
have no choice but to bend to her will.

        
Mark
gritted his teeth and Jenny tried to force more of him inside herself, and
instead moved deliberately slowly and frustratingly, applying tiny amounts of
pressure so Jenny’s cunt practically sucked him inside with no rough or awkward
thrusting needed from him. They stopped for a moment, still, amazed at their
own daring, letting gravity take its course until Mark was completely buried
inside Jenny’s wet, pulsating cunt – his pelvis meeting hers with a bump
and grind.

Jenny
could barely believe that her tiny frame could engulf Mark’s large and
impressive prick, and she felt the glorious fullness she had been craving and
smiled in completeness. She clenched and unclenched her inner muscles, feeling
the completeness of having another man rooted inside her. It was delicious. She
ran a hand over her abdomen, feeling Mark’s cock pushing against her muscles.
She grinned as Mark flinched. Clearly, he could feel her hand through her body,
too.

        
“Jesus,”
Mark breathed, pushing a little against Jenny’s cervix. “You’re so deep… This
is fucking amazing. Jesus,” he repeated, as if all his fantasies had come true
at once. Jenny wondered if he had ever imagined fucking an interviewee before,
and moved herself on his prick.

        
“Lucky
you,” she gasped, feeling the power of him beginning to thrust and shift inside
her cunt. He ground his hips gently against the woman’s pelvis, giving Jenny’s
passage the chance to tremble and clutch on his erection. His long, thick and perfect
prick rubbed delicately against Jenny’s g-spot and she sighed as she
realised
this was not faked – Mark was constructing
and building real pleasure within her.

        
Mark
moaned slightly as he began to withdraw and
fulfil
over and over again. “Very few women can handle all of me,” he
said,
withdrawing slowly, almost to the tip before plunging
himself back inside the woman he had barely met. “You’re amazing,” he moved
inside her with purpose, absorbing every second that she gripped his back with
her hands and his cock with her cunt
..

        
Jenny
responded with all of her feelings, loving that she was actually enjoying this,
clenching herself and stirring on the organic and hot foreign object inside
her, hardly daring to believe that a man she had never met, a man who could
change her life forever, a man with so impressive a cock, was inside her,
telling her she was amazing, fucking her as though she was worth something. She
felt lie laughing, crying, screaming in the absurdity of it all as they fucked
on an office chair.

        
“Fuck
me, just fucking fuck me, do what you want,” she gasped as quietly as she
could, squirming to try and increase their tempo and rhythm.

        
Mark
finally complied with what she wanted, and their pace increased and the once
unknown pair’s pleasure began to build. Without warning, suddenly Mark stopped
and with startling strength for someone so slender and without noticeable
muscle tone, looped his arms beneath Jenny and picked her up, carrying her over
to the desk, with his prick still buried deep inside her. Jenny smirked as she
realised
what was to happen. Putting her gently down on the
luxurious padded desk, Mark withdrew his erection for a moment, leaving Jenny
feeling vacant and defective until he put his hands on her hips to show her she
should turn over and bare her buttocks to him. The cushioned edge of the desk
made it quite clear what he wanted and Jenny was more than willing. She swept
her red hair over he shoulder and flipped herself over, looking back at him
seductively.