Stripped Naked on his Plush Couch - Sex Stories

Stripped Naked on his Plush Couch

... Mike. He knew hers was Em. They hadn’t met before. Plainly their business circuits did not generally intersect. “Mike,” he said again, when they got to the bar. He gave her a business card. Em saw that he was the managing director and CEO of a small engineering company with overseas interests. It was not her usual territory. At the same time, she thought with a secret smile, he was clearly very good at erections. She gave him her card. He perused it intently. “I know the property,” he said. “I’ve played golf there.” Em smiled her you-have-a-treat-coming-mister smile. “Shame that I missed your visit,” she said. He Laughed. “It was a private party and my wife was with me. It would have been an agenda item for a future date.” He looked at Em’s left hand. “Does your husband play golf?” he asked. It was Em’s turn to laugh. “Good lord no. He writes for a living. He might just manage to get off the tee if he could summon up an appropriate quotation from Kant; or possibly Camus. He did play rugby at school but that was a long time ago. He plays squash. Not golf.” Mike looked directly into her eyes. “Well I’ll just have to play a round with you then,” he said with a smile. “I’m good for that,” said Em. “I’m looking for a hole in one.” He stared at her, astounded. Eventually he said, “You’re not backward in coming forward. I think you’ve got one tonight.” Em touched his hand briefly. The contact seemed to electrify him. “Oh I know I have,” she said. An hour or so later, Em arrived at ...

... the door of his high-floor suite. She was several lift stops below on this trip. She buzzed the bell. Her nipples were hard in her bra, visibly so through the thin fabric of her little cocktail dress. Her mouth was dry and her knees were trembling, as they always were when she was about to shout her way through a bout of unexpected, unauthorized sex. It was a feeling she had quite often. She liked it a lot. The door opened. He was naked. His cock, she saw instantly, was immensely erect and was to die for. It was surmounted by a wide, neatly trimmed triangle of black hair. That was hotly sexy. His tummy was flat and he had a nicely powerful six-pack. He took her hand and drew her inside the vestibule. “Come through to the sitting room. I want to strip you naked on the couch,” he said. Em said, “Oh!” Then she touched his cock, which pulsed and emitted a glistening promissory dribble of pre-cum. She said, “Oh god!” She felt her pussy get very wet between her legs. He led her through to the sitting and pushed her gently onto the couch, face down. The soft pink velour enveloped her. He pushed her legs apart and flicked up the skirt of her little dress. He said, “Stay-ups and a tiny string. Lovely,” as he pulled the thin purple string from between Em’s legs. He bit her ass, gently, both cheeks. Then he licked the length of her slit, his tongue firmly parting its lips. “Do you have hair?” he asked in a throaty voice. “Yes,” said Em, also throatily. “It’s very tiny. It wants to meet ...