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Clandestine Reserve Affair Pt. 2 (Sex Story)

Sunday, The First Weekend.

Captain Betsy Wilkes stared at her computer, but her mind was not on the memo she had been typing. In fact, she could not have told anyone what it read if they were to ask. Right now she was reliving last night in the commanders office and all the ecstasy that she felt at being able to seduce him. True enough, the commander, Lt. Colonel Justin Vance, had given her all the signals that he wanted it even before she had thought about really fucking him. Not that she hadn’t thought about it before. He was so damned handsome. Every time she was near him her heart would beat double time and there was always those damned goose bumps when he even looked her way. And, oh, that sexy voice. The tinglings that that voice made course through her body. Then there were always those very sexy and wet dreams about him for at least a week after drill weekend and they would usually conclude with him fucking her, although the dreams were never quite as detailed or as sexy as what had gone on in the commanders office last night.
Justin was very proficient at fucking and she sensed that he just might be as adventurous as she was.

A knock on the door brought her back to reality. Her clerk popped his head in through the opening and told her that it was time to go home. She thanked him but said that she still had some work to do on this damned memo and would stay until she had some sticky areas figured out. He said good night and turned away. She heard his footsteps go down the hall and she got out of her chair to stretch. She wondered how long it would take for the commander to arrive. She was ready. So ready for a continuation of what had occurred yesterday. She took off her BDU shirt and realized her nipples were standing at attention once again. That was one of the things that always happened when thoughts of the commander tramped through her mind. Standing beside her desk, she leaned over to bring her arms and hands down to the floor in effort to get the kinks out of her back using some old ballet exercises she remembered.

Another knock at the door startled her. She came up just to the point where her eyes could see over the desk. Damn, there he was now and he was studying her very intently, although all he could really see from where he stood was her ass and the top of her head. She could only imagine what his eyes had locked onto. Read the rest of this entry »

Clandestine Reserve Affair (Sex Story)

Saturday, The First Weekend, Chapter 1 of 6

Captain Wilkes, her first name Betsy, walked into the Battalion Headquarters toward the Commanders office with some reports to give him. All the other staff had departed for the day and there was no one else in the building. The hallway lights were out and only the Commanders light was on. Captain Wilkes knocked politely on the door and announced her arrival. The Battalion Commander, Lt. Colonel Justin Vance, stepped out of the closet room attached to his office. He had taken his BDU (Battle Dress Uniform - the camouflage uniform) shirt off as he was going to relax over some paper work before leaving for the day, and his strong arms and broad shoulders stood out as the Captain remained there at the doorway waiting to be invited in. “Come in Captain,” the Commander invited, “ I was not intending to see you until tomorrow morning for those reports I asked for.”

Captain Wilkes entered the office and walked around the Commanders desk to place the reports on his desk, in front of him, as he sat in his large office chair. “I got the information you wanted and thought I would show it to you tonight,” she said as she stood next to him and started to turn the pages as she explained the information. She could feel her leg pressing against his and occasionally her hand would brush across his arm as they both tried turning the pages at the same time. The sexual tension was thick as the contact became more frequent. She did not know that her perfume and body smell was having such an effect on the commander. She did not know that he was having a hard time concentrating on the reports in front of him because his attention was more focused on her face, her lips and her neck. What she did know was that she was getting hot as well as her hand brushed across his arm and her thigh was burning at the place where his leg was brushing against hers. “It is hot in here,” she complained as the briefing moved on.

“I can open a window,” the Commander suggested, “Or you can take off your BDU shirt.”

“Why don’t you open the window?” she said and he moved to the window and opened two of them. To his surprise, when he turned around, she had taken off her BDU shirt and her nipples were pressing boldly through her army tshirt…obviously without a bra on. He sat down again and the explanation continued. This time the contact was more obvious and she allowed her hand to rest on his arm between explanations of the reports. He had to shift in his chair to allow his enlarging cock to get into a better position and was no longer concentrating on her words, but on her lips…wondering how they would feel and taste. Read the rest of this entry »

An Affair Of Different Kind (Sex Story)

It was pouring down hard now. Big raindrops were hitting the roof of the car in arrhythmic sequence, sometimes drumming against it softly, only to change and a moment later knock forcefully as if threatening to turn into hail. It seemed more like a low budget movie with defective special effects than anything of natural occurrence. Despite all the rain or maybe because of it, the city stank like a barrel of fish guts, garbage and feces mixed with another smell, velvety yet unpleasantly invasive. The humidity did its work well.

She smiled.

She didn’t mind rain at all. In fact, rain was her favorite. Sunny days always made her moody and often downright depressed. Rain was fine as far as she was concerned. No need for an umbrella or mad dash from one doorway to another in hope of not getting wet, looking silly while zigzagging in an attempt to achieve the impossible.

She found walking in the rain romantic, and that says a lot for someone who determinedly claims she doesn’t have a romantic bone in her body. Walking in the rain by the lake during the storm amounted to exhilarating moments, with lightning forking the broad horizon and waves wildly foaming in fury.

On the other hand, the stench she simply tried to ignore by keeping the car windows firmly closed. It was no easy task given that the air conditioning was not working, and the humidity outside had reached its highest point. So, she decided to ignore that, too. Read the rest of this entry »

The Masturbation Lab - Part II (Sex Story)

Two days after the first lab session that Annie had with Rob, she ran into another woman that she had seen in the general lab session with Dr. Lubewell. Annie approached her and said “Aren’t you in the physiology lab, you know the one on human masturbation?”
“Yeah, I am, I thought I recognized you. My name is Stephanie Mc Allister, and you are. . .?”
“I’m Annie Stenorius, I’m a junior at the University.”

“Nice to Meet you Annie. What’s your take on this whole thing, I mean do you have time to get coffee, I’d really like to talk with another woman about this.”
“Sure, Stephanie, I have time right now.”

The two women headed off to the nearest Starbucks. After they had gotten their coffee and found a secluded table (kind of a joke in a Starbucks) Stephanie was the first to speak. “What did you think about this pussy-shaving thing? Did you do it yourself or did your partner ‘help’ you?”

Annie told Stephanie that she had a pretty cool partner, Rob and that he actually did the shaving and how she made him do it after he had gotten totally naked.
“Annie, if you don’t mind asking, did you and Rob have intercourse after he shaved you? I mean you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.”
“Yeah, actually, we did. He had a big cock and we both got so turned on by the whole thing that I just spread my legs and he knew exactly what I wanted. I didn’t have to argue with him about that. . .haha. How about you?” Read the rest of this entry »

Blood Lust (Sex Story)

No matter how hard and deep she appeared, there was no trace of her future in the bottom of the whisky tumbler. Twenty-three, smart as hell, very capable and in the prime of her life, Christina Saftner had the distinct feeling that at this point she should at least have settled into the comfortable, everyday routine that seemed the goal of so many people just like her. A loud cheer erupted from somewhere at the back of the bar, and she turned to see a group of women clustered around a pool table. Journalists, all of them. She’d been there too once, in that privileged circle. Now she was an editor and their boss - judged far too serious to be mixing with the likes of them. Chris nudged the glass in the direction of the bartender.

“Another paralyzer,” she ordered before draining the glass. If she walked out of here now, there was nowhere else to go but home, and that was the one place she didn’t want to face yet. She felt dead, hardened. Terrible thing to admit, but true nonetheless. The very thing that once made her get up in the morning now made her want to pull the covers over her head and scream. At one point, she thought it might be cynicism, brought on by the particularly grim job of being a news editor. At least one fatal story crossed her path every day - murder was a well-paying job in this godforsaken city. In the early hours of the morning, while awake in her bed alone, Chris got the distinct feeling that something in her life had to change for the better, and soon. Unaware - that’s how the world must surely feel about her. She no longer covered the murders, felt the trepidation upon arriving at the scene of a crime. Instead, she spent her days in a leather swivel chair, behind a door with a glass panel which reminds her every time she looked up: ‘Christina Saftner - Editor.’

It was slowly but very surely driving her insane. Chris looked up as the barstool next to her scraped the floor, and a woman she guessed to be about twenty-eight took a seat. Her hair was the colour of night in a Poe novel, and in the glow of the bar’s fluorescent lights, her skin seemed almost translucent. Chris, honey - you’re getting drunk, she thought. Read the rest of this entry »

The Masturbation Lab (Sex Story)

Good Morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Dr. Margaret Lubewell. I’m an Associate Professor of Biology here at the University and I will be your principal instructor for the lab section of your Physiology 303 course. As you all are aware, this course deals primarily with the physiology of the male and female reproductive organs as they relate to human sexual encounters. Our perspective in this lab is even more narrow. We are interested primarily, no let me restate that, we are interested solely with the personal autoerotic stimulation of the sexual organs in both males and females. In other words, we are going to study masturbation. In order to accomplish this goal, this lab section will be broken down into teams of two.

Each team will have one female member and one male member. We will be studying self stimulation so, the job of the lab partners will be to record and report data as observed during his or her partner’s stimulation of his or her sex organs. Humans, of course, do this primarily for pleasure and to relieve sexual tension during periods when sex with a partner is not possible. Masturbation in the male is the primary method of harvesting sperm to be used for reproductive purposes when the female is unable to carry a baby to term or where the male desires to donate his sperm to another. There has recently been scientific evidence that indicates that in males who have masturbated regularly from their teen years through their 20s and 30s, 40s and further, there is a lower incidence of prostate cancer. That’s right, masturbation can better the average male’s chances of avoiding prostate cancer later in life through regular self-stimulation and ejaculation. This is based, in part, on the theory that certain carcinogens build up within the prostate during the production of seminal fluid. Ejaculation eliminates those carcinogens from the body thus reducing the chance for their spread.

The optimal rate of ejaculation would be, on average, 21 times each month, either through auto-erotic stimulation, masturbation, or through sexual intercourse with a partner. With females, obviously the avoidance of prostate cancer is not the issue. What is at issue, however, is self esteem, happiness with one’s physical self and the right to complete sexual satisfaction and release alone and with one’s sexual partner. Several topics we will discuss during the course of this lab that relate to female sexuality will be primary anorgasmia and pre-orgasmia (situations where a woman has never had an orgasm under any circumstance, either while masturbating, with a partner, or in any other situation. We will also be interested in secondary anorgasmia (where a woman has had at least one orgasm but cannot do it now; and in situational anorgasmia (where a woman can only orgasm in certain situations – for example she can climax through self-stimulation but not with a sexual partner). Read the rest of this entry »

Getting It Double Time (Sex Story)

It all started when Cyndi confided in Louis. She told him her ultimate fantasy, getting it doubletime. As soon as those words had come out of her mouth, her boyfriend took advantage of it.

Cyndi got a phonecall from Louis inviting her to his apartment for the evening. She gladly accepted, knowing that the night promised some great sex, as always. She was a real cockhound and was always looking for a ’slamming time.’

Let me describe her for you; she’s about 5′4″, dark brown wavy hair that extended about half way down her back, dark piercing eyes that would penetrate your soul in a glance, 38C breasts, and a soft, innocent look to her that made everyone want a piece of her. She had a problem though, she was always horny and always looking for some cock to play around with.

Louis found her from their college classes together. She had approached him about ’studying’ some time and that small, study session turned out to be a full blown sex excursion.

They were a perfect pair, always horny for each other but not so committed that going outside of the relationship for some extra sex was accepted. That happened rarely for Louis, as Cyndi would drain him dry every evening. Cyndi often had to go off in search of some lusting college boy who just craved having a piece of her pussy.

So she dressed for the evening appropriately, with a pair of pajama pants and a quite revealing shirt. She drove over to his apartment in such an aroused condition, that she gently played with herself under her pants in the car. She found her clit and rubbed it vigorously, making sure to get her excited, but also not allowing herself to cum– that was saved for later.

Cyndi arrived at Louis’s place on time, walking up the flight of stairs in eager anticipation. The door was opened and she was greeted by the handsome man that she had been lusting for since last they met. Immediately, they embraced in a very sensual kiss, their tongues intertwining in a mad tango of love. Their hands groped and grasped every part of each others body they could manage to get hold of. Read the rest of this entry »

Christa’s Big Plan (Sex Story)

I am Christa. 28 years old, 5’2” Long curly brown hair, hazel eyes, nicely built. I have 36D breast that are quiet perky very thin waist but shapely hips. I have been involved with a guy named Michael for about 3 years now. We don’t live together, but we do spend a lot of time at each others homes.

One summer evening Michael and I were having our usual dinner with a movie night. We always have a great time when we are with each other. This night for some reason seemed different. When we were done eating we moved to the couch to watch a few movies that Michael had rented. Oddly enough we shared the exact same taste in movies. I hated love sappy movies and so did he. Our favorites to watch were action and horror. We were sitting on the couch and just getting into the movie when I went to snuggle in for the night with my 6’2” very well built, dirty blonde hair, and blue eye boyfriend when he pulled away from me. I didn’t quite get it at first so I tired again to snuggle with him. Again he pulled away. I looked at him with this puzzled look and ask him what his problem was.

He turned to me and said “I don’t think I can do this anymore…”

I still with a puzzled look said “Do what anymore?”

He responded “Us this. I don’t want this anymore. I want to be free of you.”

I could tell by the cold tone he was using that he was being very serious.

I took a minute to get myself together and looked at him again, and said “Are you nuts or something? I have given you the best 3 years of my life and all you can say is “YOU WANT TO BE FREE OF ME!” you ass.” “I can’t believe you. Where the hell did this come from?”

He just sat quietly for a moment.

Before he can start his next sentence I interrupt him and say “Fine you want to be free of me, fine you are free of me, but remember this you will live to regret this! I will make sure that you live to regret it. I will prove to you that you can’t live with out me! You will soon pay for this, and to top it off you have me come all the way to your house, cook you dinner, when you could have told me this shit before we left work. Who the hell are you? You are not the man that I fell in love with that I know.” Read the rest of this entry »

The Lover’s Creation (Sex Story)

She sat waiting, sitting on a log, staring into the fire before her that was down to it’s embers. The chanting in the circle surrounding her was quieting down, and overhead, a faint flapping of wings could be heard. Her head bolted upwards and she saw circling figures, coming to land on the ground. She stood on her feet and looked to the sky, temporarily losing her breathe. It didn’t matter how many times she saw these people- her heart felt like it was going to stop when she laid eyes on them. She saw one off to the side, his wings letting him drift in next to her. Her eyes welled with tears when she looked at his Golden Hair and piercingly blue eyes, his beauty making her heart wrench. He smiled and embraced her, nuzzling her neck softly but placing a finger to her lips. All around them people were joining eachother in Union… the festivity may have appeared to end but in truth, it was just beginning. Her and her lover parted, and he looked into the misty forests- the trees and the ground enchanted.

She smiled at him and walked into the forest, something deep within her blood telling her too. She walked alone, for a long time, until she made it to a clearing where the Mists were glowing a dim blue shade of the moon, and ferns and trees were draped overhead. She stopped, and paused, her mind racing and pulsing like the tides of the oceans far away. She heard movement and turned to see her loved, walking towards her, his face calm, his body void of clothing. She moaned, her eyes drinking him in- he looked like he was carved out of beautiful marble. His arms extended, fingers flaring, beckoning her to him. She couldn’t resist him- she stepped out of her simple robes and walked to meet him. As she approached, his wings enfolded around her, pulling her closer as his arms encircled her.

He kissed her softly- the kiss full of their unspoken passion. He turned and they fell to the ground, his wings extended to make the fall soft. He gently pushed her Jet Black hair out of her violet eyes, looking into them before kissing her again. Her hands crept up his body, rubbing against his muscles, sore from the days work of flying. He groaned slightly into her mouth, shifting himself before pulling away, his eyes finally taking her in. She opened her mouth as if to speak but his finger pressed against her lips again, quieting her. His eyes still roamed her body, his hands following suit and caressing her soft, exotic skin, as he spoke softly to her, whispering. Read the rest of this entry »

In my room (Sex Story)

I am a 36 year old white woman with blue eyes and blonde hair. My body is firm and my breasts are a 40DDD. I live in a large city and do not know many people other than my family. My husband works at a large law firm, and I am a stay at home mom. My husbands brother Ted just moved in with us, because his wife left him for another man. He is not much like my husband. He is tall and firm, he works out quite a bit in the apartments attached gym. I often watch him as he gets ready to work out, his big muscles streching against the lycra of his shit, and the enormous bulge that protrudes from his crotch.

One thursday I was putting away some clothes in the bedroom when Ted poked his head in the door. I was bending over the laundry basket in my short shorts (wearing no underwear because it was all in the laundry). My face reddened because I had a suspision that my pussy was poking out the crotch of my shorts. Ted walked across the room and asked if I needed any help. I said no, I could handle it. My eyes couldn’t help drifing to his crotch and my pussy began moising just thinking about how enormous it must be, to always be bulging so tightly against his pants. Read the rest of this entry »