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By the time they walked through the front door of her apartment, she had said possibly 10 words to him. She tried to scold herself.

*Come on Uche, you've wanted him here for months. And now he's here. Flirt with him a bit. What's wrong with you*

She had her back to him, still too nervous to meet his eyes. Then there was a hand on her shoulder. He turned her around, lifted her face gently and brought her lips to meet his.

She froze for a second. Then she melted into his lips.

He kissed her, soft and light, brushing against her lips with a calm intensity, making her lips quiver with desire, her body trembled with delight. He pulled away.

She opened her eyes a couple of seconds later to find herself staring into his. In them she saw an intensity and a fierceness that frightened her a bit.

He placed his hand gently, but firmly on her neck and pushed her into the wall. And then he attacked her. Soft lips kissed her roughly as his tongue probed deep inside her mouth. She countered, wildly assaulting his tongue with hers.

His rough hands caressed her body with savage lust, grabbing roughly at her breasts, pinching her nipples. The sharp pain made her gasp and she felt a trickle run down her leg as he ripped open her blouse. Her buttons clattered to the floor and her blouse fell apart to reveal her magnificent, firm, supple breasts, black lace Victoria Secrets barely covering her nipples.

At this point she knew she had to regain control of the situation; if he touched her breasts, she would no longer have the power, will or the composure to stop him. She bit his lip and turned him around, pressing into him as she pressed him into the wall. She raised his Tshirt over his head as her hungry lips roamed his strong chest, his chiselled abs...made her drool, at both ends. She dropped to her knees and undid his belt in one swift motion. His boxers came off as well and she took him in her hand, stroking up and down the shaft. And then she licked the tip and ran her tongue all the way to the base, sucking on his balls as she stroked him. She came back up and plunged his stiffness deep inside her mouth, to the back of her throat. She teased him mercilessly with her tongue and lips until he slowly began to lose control, fucking her mouth until he came. Hard. And now, it was his turn.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her again. He picked her up and set her on her dining table. A bowl of pot pourri went clattering to the ground. He pulled her skirt off and was delighted to see she wasn't wearing any panties. He pulled her back up to him and met her lips one more time, expertly flicking thumb and forefinger to undo the clasp of her bra. The danced free and he took a moment to appreciate them with his eyes. Then he cupped them in his hands as he kissed her neck, his lips and tongue tracing elegant lines from her collarbone to her breastplate. He kissed her breasts, lips playing joyfully over her bountiful bosom; taking her nipples in his mouth one at a time, biting them gently. She moaned deeply, eyes closed, her hands on his head, guiding him lower.

He kissed her stomach for what seemed to her like centuries, but must have only been a few seconds. He sucked on her inner thigh, breathing softly over her clit. He parted her lips with his fingers and gave her one long lick. She gasped as his tongue went to work. A whirlwind of activity, plunging deeper within her with each stroke, forcing her back to spasm and her lips to to quiver with the obscenities they expelled.

Her legs shook uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure coursed from his lips into her and vibrated to her extremities. She shook with an intensely violent orgasm as he slammed his dick into her the first time, taking it out slowly, gently, he stroked the tip along her slit, making her quiver. And then he plunged hard, deep inside her again, repeating the same manouver, over and over, until she pulled him close and whispered in his ear.

"Fuck me; hard".

They fucked with such intensity, such fervor, they hardly noticed when the table came crashing down. He picked her up and they fucked against the wall, on the kitchen counter; she rode him on every sofa in her living room; he ravaged her doggy style with her elbows on the coffee table and her legs crossed behind him.

They came together on the floor, in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, their sweat and other bodily fluids streaked accross the apartment, telling the story of their union.

She gazed out at the debris, the destruction they’d left in their wake. Mouth agape; she was still in shock.

Her mind was a jumble of bright lights and crashing waters and she was still struggling to collect her thoughts when he pulled her hair back and whispered in her ear.

“Hi”

She reluctantly came back to here, to now; on the floor her head on his chest, his arms around her, his fingers in her hair.

“Hey”, she smiled. “That. Was. Amazing. But I think you’re going to have to buy me new furniture”.

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It had started off innocently enough. Friends in high school until they went to college in different cities. They had kept in touch though, finding as they matured that they shared a lot of the same unorthodox opinions about life.
They became best friends, or as much best friends as a thousand miles of separation would allow. They talked about their lives and their loves, their hurts and their regrets. They shared almost everything.
Then the pressures of life began to take their toll and, inevitably, they drifted apart.
They had only got back in touch recently. She just over a bad break-up and him being the wet shoulder.
And once again, they talked about their lives and their loves and their hurts and their disappointments. And sex.

It started innocently enough. Light flirting interspersed with cleverly placed innuendo. Gradually progressing until one day, she found herself getting wet to the sound of his voice. She thought about him that night and fell asleep with her fingers in her panties.
The next day he announced that he would be in her city on business and that it would be nice to catch up.
This was conflicting news for her. On the one hand, she would get to see her long-time friend again for the first time in nearly a decade. On the other, seeing him might ruin the perfect fantasy she had dreamt up about him. And of even more concern, he might blow it out of the water and blow her mind. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
After his announcement, they had descended to levels of verbal titillation that would make a phone sex operator blush. Their conversations always ended with one or both of them irresistibly turned on and the anticipation grew within them like a swelling wave waiting to crash with the force of their simultaneous orgasm.
And now the time had finally come. He was on a plane headed in her direction. He would be touching down any minute now and she crossed her legs to contain the longing welling up between her thighs. Any second now, he would walk through the glass doors to the left of where she sat. Any second now.

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He walked along the moving walkway deep in thought. He would be spending a few weeks in this city. Away from work for most of it and he planned to make the best possible use of the time. He planned to have fun. So he had planned and plotted and charted the perfect holiday. And now he mulled over the details as he walked. So engrossed in his plan was he that as he walked through the glass doors and into the lobby, he nearly missed her.
He saw her smile out of the corner of his eye, he turned to look and there she was. A vision in a low cut blouse. 36DDs staring out at him, he smiled back at her.
"Hello Uche."
"Hello Akin."

He hugged her, and didn't let go for what must have been at least 5 minutes. She smelled like vanilla and he began to feel himself stir. He let her go.
She wouldn't meet his eye the entire drive back to her apartment. She kept her eyes on the road even though he knew she knew he couldn't take his eyes off her. He had expected this though and he let her be for the time being. He closed his eyes, reclined his chair and took a nap. He would need his energy for what was coming.

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She gazed out at the debris, the destruction they'd left in their wake. Mouth agape; she was still in shock.

Her mind was a jumble of bright lights and crashing waters and she was still struggling to collect her thoughts when he pulled her hair back and whispered in her ear.

"Hi"

She reluctantly came back to here, to now; on the floor her head on his chest, his arms around her, his fingers in her hair.

"Hey", she smiled. "That. Was. Amazing. But I think you're going to have to buy me new furniture"

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He had married the perfect woman. He was eternally grateful for her and he only hoped he was worthy of her. Everything he did, everyday he lived was for her, and the kids -of course he couldn't forget the twins. He had no idea what he had done to deserve her, but he knew he could never do anything to hurt her. He could never lose her.

These are the thoughts that made their way through Dwayne's brain as he looked down at his wife, on her knees in front of him. This woman, still stunning after two of his big headed children, pulling her hair back with one hand as the other pushed at him, guiding him towards the bed. There was no life without her. She truly was the flesh of his flesh, the bone of his bone...

He chuckled at the irony of that last thought.

"What's funny", she hummed

"Don't talk with your mouth full", he playfully commanded

She looked up at him, a sly defiant smile in her eyes, and pushed him back onto the bed. He was flat on his back now. She climbed onto the bed and took him in her mouth again, her ears primed, waiting for his reaction to her anniversary present.

She looked at him. His eyes were closed. "Damn". She would have to get him to open them. Good thing she knew exactly how to work his joystick.

She did the "thing".

Fuck *gasp* Cy? Shit, I'm cumming, Cy?

"M hmm." No way she was letting go now. His seed was hers!

He filled her mouth. She swallowed gleefully, not letting any of it get away. She could feel him trembling under her now. He was clutching the sheets, his legs tense, stretched out, his toes were curling. She had her payback.

She crawled up into his arms and waited for him to catch his breath.

"Cy"

"Yes baby?"

"When did we put a mirror on the ceiling?"

She smiled. "Happy Anniversary darling"

**Shout out to Sexkitten, she provided the inspiration for this installment.**

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He got to the top of the stairs. The bedroom door was open. He could smell her perfume in the air. Eau de Cartier. She wasn't playing games tonight.

He could barely contain himself as he rounded the corner into the bedroom. There she was, in the bathroom doorway, her back to him, bent over the sink, one leg on the bidet. Her body glistened with droplets of water and she was oiling up.

He quietly unzipped his pants and approached her. She liked it when he "surprised" her.

She turned around, she had heard him come in. She had known he was behind her. She knew his intentions.

She placed her hand on his chest to stop him, looked down, a big grin spread across her face. She dropped to her knees and as her hands worked his belt, her tongue worked the tip of his cock. He shuddered when she took him whole in her mouth.

His was the only dick that had ever been in her mouth, she had hated it the first time and told him she was never doing it again. He hadn't pushed her. She was still a virgin, innocent, fragile. He went down on her frequently though, extracting powerful, violent orgasms. Whrenching them from her body with careless abandon.

One day, after a particularly intense, loud climax, -his parents were away for the weekend and his little brother was at a friends house across town- she lay in the afterglow, his hard cock in her hand, stroking it as he kissed her, feeding her her own nectar. She wanted to make him feel as good as he just made her feel.

She kissed his neck, his shoulders, bit down on his nipples; he loved it when she did that. She slowly made her way lower, lower and then she swallowed him. She would never forget the look on his face that day; surprise, puzzlement, pleasure; as his eyes rolled back in his head. She hadn't really known what she was doing, but she let his responses guide her.

The way he squirmed and thrashed about, turned her on. She was wetter than she had ever been. And when he came, harder than he ever had, she couldn't contain herself anymore, her cunt was throbbing.

"I'm ready, Dw"

"What, ready for what?" he was still delirious with pleasure.

"I want you inside me"

"Are..are you sure?"

"Yes"

They made love for the first time that day, he had been careful, he had tried not to hurt her, and when he saw the pain spread across her face, his heart almost broke. He had held her when she cried afterward, and had been ready when, 10 minutes later, she wanted to go again. He didn't know it then, but he had just unleashed her inner nymph.

In the weeks to follow, they had their first real scare. She was late, a week to be precise. She was convinced she was pregnant and certain her mother would kill her. Dwayne had stood by her side. It turned out to be a false alarm, but they were careful from then on. Dwayne carried a packet of condoms everywhere with him, because he never knew when or where she would decide to pull out his cock

She had become addicted to sucking his cock. She was giving her man more pleasure than he could bear, and she loved it. She loved the power. One day, she swallowed. It was an accident, he told her he was coming, but she had been so engrossed in what she was doing she hadn't heard him. She hadn't realised till it hit the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow then.

It wasn't half bad. She had looked up at him and seen the look of delight on his face. Then she'd gone back to work. His knees buckled. Since that day, she always swallowed.

And she would swallow tonight. She loosened his belt and let his pants drop to the floor; and with her hands on his thighs and his dick in her mouth, she guided him to the bed, thankful they had chosen to go for plush carpeting.

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*Ring Ring*

"Hello"

"Mom, would you mind taking the twins tonight?"

" I'd love to. How about they spend the weekend?"

"Oh, that would be great! Thanks mom! Should I bring them..."

"I'm already having your dad pick them up from school"

"Oh"*giggles*"you know me too well mama"

"It's your anniversary baby, have fun"

Cyan smiled. Her mother knew her well. Maybe too well, she worried. But she could worry later. She didnt have time to worry now. She had one thing on her mind.

That Hunter dude was going to pay. She still shuddered when she thought about that afternoon. She had had to leave the office early. There was work to be done, but they would understand. It was her anniversary.

Besides, she couldnt do any work. Not in her current state. She was mentally and physically frazzled. All she could think about was tearing Dwayne apart tonight. In the end she had spent 15 minutes planning it, made a few calls, grabbed her keys, told Charles to take her messages and gone home.

She pulled into the driveway and popped the trunk. She surveyed its contents and pleased she had everything she needed she hurried inside and locked the door. She had about an hour before Dwayne came home.

She needed to set the stage. She carefully placed the first item, hanging from the banister and made her way up the stairs.

Forty-five minutes later she was done. As she stood back to admire her work, she heard his car pull into the driveway. He was early. She smiled, he must have cut his meeting short. The text message she sent him a few minutes ago must have had an effect.

She gave her efforts of the last forty-five minutes a final once-over and hopped in the shower.

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Dwayne walked in the house, phone to his ear, conducting his meeting via the phone. He should still be in a room with 10 other men, in pin-stripe Italian suits and silk ties. They were in the middle of arranging the takeover a few small firms in Tokyo.

He was in the middle of a speech when his phone had gone off. Text message from Cyan.

I'm home, waiting on you. Follow the drip trail...

"Family emergency, boys. I gotta run, but I leave you all in Gus's capable hands. I'll be on my cell".

His vice-chairman and best friend took over, giving him a knowing smile. Gus knew how much Dwayne loved the company and he knew there was only one person he would cut out of a meeting for. He also knew it was their anniversary. Hell, he'd been best man at the wedding. He had been completely prepared to fill in for Dwayne, surprised he made it to the meeting in the first place.

He saw it the moment he walked into the house, hanging from the banister. "Guys, I'm going to have to leave you now. Have a good evening" He hung up and picked it up. It was the thong she'd worn that morning when she left the house. It was soaked. He sniffed it...how he loved her scent.

He could hear the shower running. He started up the stairs and stopped. Her Vicky Secrets bra was strewn accross the third step, carefully placed to look like it had just happened to fall there. He smiled and began to stir in anticipation of the night.

Her breasts pulled taut against the fabric of her hijab. He could see from the outline that she wasn't wearing a bra. He was pretty sure she wasn't wearing any panties either. Today was the day

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She had resisted at first. He was cute, but he wasn't her religion. And even if he was, she couldn't risk sleeping with him. They had almost found out the last time she had fooled around. And the penalty for adultery under Sharia law was death by stoning. He was cute, but he wasn't that cute!

But he had persisted. And she had started to feel herself give in. She couldn't explain the way she felt about him. It wasn't love. There was definitely lust, but it was more than that. These days she was unmistakably more aware of her pussy lips rubbing together when she walked with him. And she had to change her underwear everytime he leaned in to whisper in her ear. He wouldnt stop whispering in her ear. So she stopped wearing underwear. And if he made a move again, she would devour him like a starved panther. Damn the consequences.

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They met under the old oak tree. He had been staring at her in class all day. She had kept his gaze and felt herself getting consistently wetter. She had to excuse herself when she realised she was subconciously grinding the chair. He had come out minutes later.

He smelled so good! And he was built like Adonis.

No one was around, but to be fair, at this stage, she didn't care. She wanted him inside her now! If it meant death then so be it.

He helped her up the tree. His hands on her hips and then on her ass made her shudder. Then he joined her.

The kiss was urgent, but gentle. She pulled down his trousers, he rolled up her hijab. Expertly. Like he had done this before.

She mounted him. It was like an explosion within her. She had this one opportunity with him and she was going to make the most of it. She rode him like a cowboy.

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They lay in the moonlight. They hadn't returned to class. They had been there all day. Enjoying each other repeatedly. Now they lay on the grass, spent. She gazed into his eyes.

"I have to go. Its my turn with Alhaji tonight."

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Dwayne Hunter was still had a few chuckles left in him as he walked across the parking lot to his car. He had got a little more than he had expected today. *Who knew Cyan was a squirter* He laughed out loud at the thought.

He reached his car, the thing he loved most behind Cyan and the twins, opened the door and slid in behind the wheel. As his fingers wrapped around its hard leather, he reminisced on the day they had bought it. They had been in Germany for a conference last year and had decided to stay an extra day to take in the sights.

They had ducked into what they thought was a little cul-de-sac (Cy had just hinted that she wasnt wearing any underwear) but turned out to be a hub for the most exclusive car dealers in Western Europe.

As he kissed her in the shade, and his hands slid up her thigh and to her soft, moist center, he heard the faint but unmistakable roar of a powerful engine. He opened his eyes and there she was, the only other beauty to ever give him wet dreams; a deep, fiery orange Lamborghini Gallardo Superleggera.

'Cyan', barely a whisper

'Mmm?', as she feasted on his delicious lips, not ready to let go

'Look!'

She left his lips slowly, reluctantly and turned her head to see what could possibly be so important as to distract her husband.

*Gasp* He couldn't see her face now, nor could he see her dark beautiful eyes glaze over, but by the way her soft, supple body went rigid and trembled against him, and the fluids running down his fingers which were still up her skirt, he could tell she had just had a mini-orgasm.

She turned back to look at him. Their eyes met for only a second, but in that time they knew. They were getting that car!!

He took her hand and walked into the showroom, and after a quick chat with the dealer, and a sizable amount withheld from his account as a deposit (They were, afterall colored skinned people in Frankfurt), they had the keys and were taking the beautiful machine for a test drive. As they pulled out of the dealership, he caught Cyan's eye, danger lurked in them.

'Autobahn?', he asked, knowing what her answer would be.

'Autobahn'.

He did his car like he did his woman....rough, hard, fast. He was in 6th gear within 15seconds of entering the speedway, and he was gaining speed. He could feel Cyan's eyes, calmly, patiently, watching him. He knew she liked it when he got intense, and right now, he was 175 miles per hour of intense.

*Uh oh* what was that?* he felt something slide up his thigh. He didnt dare look down, not at this speed

*zzzzzzzip!* Lawd Almighty! was this woman crazy?!?!* He was approaching 190 miles per hour, he needed to concentrate!!

She slid her hand between the layers and grabbed his rapidly hardening manhood. He never wore any underwear around her, 20 years of experience and many a ripped pair had taught him that. Nothing got in her way, so it was safer to remove the obstacles. She stroked upwards.

'Cy....'

'Shhhh, mama's working'

She pulled him out, leaned over and licked the tip. A bead of sweat rolled down his face. He thought about slowing down, moved to take his foot off the gas.

'Dont even think about it!', her command was a menacing hiss. He obeyed.

She was teasing him now, licking and sucking the tip. His grip on the steering wheel was deathly. Then she took him whole, and he almost died. All he could think at that moment was *What a beautiful way to die; 200mph with the woman i love* And he wasnt afraid to die here. The needle wasnt even on the speedometer anymore, and he, was no longer on earth.

He had no idea how far they went before they had to go back, but they turned around eventually. About a mile from the showroom, he pulled over and parked the car beneath a tree. He looked at Cyan, her eyes closed, she looked contented, like a cat who had just had its cream.

He took her in, she was so beautiful, even more now than she was in high school; Her big, deep brown eyes, her full, supple strawberry lips, from her defined jaw down to the curve of her beautiful neck, her skin was like silk that gently carressed her. And her breasts...

'Aaah fuck..' he cursed under his breath as he picked her up, pushed his chair all the way back and placed her on the steering wheel. Her eyes were open now and she smiled lazily at him. That smile drove him crazy, and she knew it.

She pushed her breasts together with her hands, an offering to him, but there was no time, he wanted her wetness. He pulled her hips forward and buried his face in her. She let out a moan and stroked his hair. And then she couldnt take it any longer, she needed penetration. She pushed him away, and slid, skilfully onto his hard member. She had left him unzipped on purpose. They both came instantly, the buildup had been too intense.

Trembling in each others arms as they recovered, he whispered in her ear 'I love you Cy'

'I love you too Dw, always'.

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Even as he sat behind the wheel thinking about it, he felt himself start to stir. 'Relax', he said out loud to himself, 'there's a few errands to run this afternoon. She'll take care of it tonight'

Hi blogfam! I noticed you guys like stories. So I decided to put my hyperactive imagination to task for you who I love so much. This is my first attempt at writing a story, so be kind. This might be the first installment of a series.

They had been high school sweethearts. In all of her 36 years, she had never been with another man. She didnt mind, she had come 12 times last night.

He had occupied her thoughts all morning. She had thought about high school, how he terrorized her. They were 16. He had been beautiful then, but he had been a menace. He pulled her hair and threw crumpled up bits of paper at her when the english teacher wasnt looking. She hated him with every ounce of the crush she had on him.

Then one day, he missed and the crumpled paper bounced off the girl in front of her and onto her desk. She had picked it up to throw it back, when something caught her eye; scrawled on the paper. She smoothed it out.

"I like you, be my girl
Yes
No
Maybe
-DH"

*Sweet* her first thought, *Corny* a close second

She hurriedly scrawled her response, crumpled it back up and threw it back.

Wham!

In her rushed excitement, she hadnt noticed the teacher walk between the aisles toward her desk. He plucked it the crumpled paper out of the air. "Detention, Miss Givens".

Wham!

Another crumpled piece of paper, this time bounced off the teachers head. The entire class spun around to see whoddunnit. Dwayne just sat there, a cool, coy smile on his lips.

"Mr. Hunter. I will not have this sort of insurrection in my class. You're going to detention too!"
He smiled at her, she blushed.

Detention that day had been a dream. Mr Hargreaves, the english teacher, who they had nicknamed Pointy due to the constant bulge in his trousers was known to nod off in detention after the obvious throbbing below his waist had suspiciously subsided.

She had sat staring into space for about 10 minutes when she felt someone slide into the chair beside her. She looked over, Dwayne was looking straight ahead.

'So, your answer was "lost in the mail"' Air quotes, he always did them. One of the things she hated to love about him.

'Well, maybe it wasnt "meant to be"' She fired back, mocking him.

He turned to face her, a glint in his eyes. "I'm tired of undelivered messages"

A puzzled look on her face, 'What do y.."

His lips met hers, she hesitated, she had only ever kissed one other guy and it had been yucky, but this was different. This felt good. His lips tasted like chocolate, and strawberries, and mint. She was tingling all over...an unfamiliar sensation below her navel. She kissed him back, melted into his lips.

*Snore*Grunt*

His lips were gone, but the tingling was still there. Her eyes remained closed, her head still tilted towards him

'Snap out of it Cyan, he's waking up'; she heard the whisper. She opened her eyes slowly. Mr Hargreaves was staring at her. She stared back with defiant arched eyebrows. He excused himself to go to the restroom. They both noticed as he walked out. Dwayne looked at her with a cheeky grin and winked. Pointy was back.

While Pointy was gone (and he was gone longer than normal) Dwayne told her about how he had been tossing "yes/no/maybe" notes at her for weeks now. He only saw her in that one English class and didnt know any of her friends so he had been trying to get her attention by old-fashioned means. He didnt just pass the note because he was afraid someone would read it and he would become the laughing stock of the entire class. He even stayed behind after class and picked up all the crumpled papers so noone stumbled accross them.

His stories made her laugh. She didnt hear his words so much as feel them, washing over her body. She was lost in the sound of his voice.

Pointy eventually came back and told them they could go home. She gave Dwayne her number and he had called her that evening. Neither of them had slept that night. They talked all night, took a break to shower in the morning and had texted incessantly through the day until they met up afterwards.

She had given him her virginity that summer. She had felt safe and womanly in his capable, more experienced hands. She had melted like butter in his mouth.

They went to the same college, studied for similar degrees. Dwayne was an Electrical Engineer. She was a Hardware Analyst. He had set up a Hardware company (Hardware Hunter) on leaving college and she joined multi-national Cambridge & Foster as a graduate trainee.

Now, almost 20 years later, Hardware Hunter had acheived spectacular success and a very strong relationship with C&F where Cyan had risen very rapidly to the position of Global Head of Hardware Analysis and Procurement. They had beautiful twin 10 year olds, a happy marriage and amazing sex.

As though she weren't distracted enough by all of these memories, during a presentation she had had to give this morning, an email had popped up on her screen and equally on the projector

From: dw@hardwarehunter.com
Subject: P: Servers Flooded
Sending over a probe. ETA 15mins

The message was innocuous enough. None of her peers in the room thought anything of it. But she knew better. Dw was the pet name she'd given him and was not his official email id. It was the one he reserved solely for emails between them. "P: Servers flooded", she thought; they sure are now, she crossed her legs in an attempt to stem the gradual stream beginning to well up within her. He was cornier than ever, but he knew exactly how to get her hornier than ever.

She hurried through the rest of her presentation and practically ran to her office. She had to be ready for him when he got there. She put down her laptop and dashed back out to the bathroom. Her panties were soaked and an unnecessary obstacle. She had to get rid of them. She took them off and stuffed them in her purse and bolted back to her office, shut the blinds, checked her lipstick and sat in her chair to wait.

She had just sat down when the intercom buzzed. Charles, her assistant's voice came over the intercom; "Technician from Hardware Hunter here to see you, Mrs Hunter".

'Send him in...and hold all my calls'; he was never late, not for her.

He came in, wearing his company's overalls and a baseball hat. They had played many dress up games over the years, but this was by far her favorite. She loved the way the soft khaki of the overalls hugged his broad muscular shoulders. The way the cap cast a dark shadow over his chiseled jaw. The way his eyes shone from within that darkness, hungry eyes; the eyes of a Hunter, she was his prey. He may have been beautiful in his teens, but he was a god in his 30s.

Her eyes mirrored his hunger, taking him in from head to toe, his toned, muscular arms....

*Wait! what was that in his hand?*

To the casual observer, it could have been some sort of flash drive or mp3 player, but she was no casual observer; she recognised it. He had it last night. She always leaked a little when she looked at him, but when she saw the "bullet", especially since last night, she gushed freely.

Was he insane?! She was at work, she had to be quiet! And she wasn't quiet by nature... oh no, the maid and the gardener could testify to that. Thank God for sound-proofing for confidentiality sake, still she needed to keep it down a bit at least. He smiled at her. This wasnt going to be easy, but by Hercules it was going to be fun.

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Now, she sat at her desk, a picture of calm, staring at the same spot on the screen that she had been for the past 15 minutes. Her demeanour was deception. Only by looking at her hands, which gripped the desk so tightly that the blood had drained out of them, could you infer that something was amiss. She dare not move, for fear that she might literally explode. He was under her desk. His "probe" was draining her "flooded P: Server"; he was lapping up every drop of her wetness but it kept coming, at this point she was torrential.

She closed her eyes, it took every ounce of concentration to not scream. She heard the door handle, her eyes flew open, it was Charles. *That dumb kid never knocked*. He was passing along some stupid apparently important information from the CEO. She nodded; she would have said something but Dw, the sadist, had just cranked the bullet to a higher setting and even his tongue was a hurricane now. He really was trying to get her in trouble.

*This idiot would not stop talking, oh wait he's done* "You got that, Mrs Hunter?"

"Mmm. Yesssss" was all she could manage and a clearly puzzled Charles retreated to his desk.

Just as well; she came as soon as the door closed. More intense than any orgasm she had ever felt, and something was different this time, the orgasm felt more forceful. Her body tensed, her back arched and she whispered in delirium "Baby? what the fuck?".

She collapsed into her swivel chair. He could hear him now, chuckling away. Dw was laughing at her. She opened her eyes. She hadnt realised when he pushed her chair back, emerged from beneath the table and turned her around. He was wiping his face off with a handkerchief she'd given him last christmas.

"What are you giggling about?" she asked lazily.

"You ejaculated Cy" he said with a sly smile

She raised her eyebrows in horror. "Oh my god, I'm so embarassed"

"Dont be, it was sexy" he kissed her on the forehead.

"Happy Anniversary mon cherie, see you at home" he said as he kissed her lips, she could taste herself and she felt herself getting wet again.

He walked to the door, still giggling and with his hand on the doorhandle, turned around and winked at her and put his cap back on. And then he was gone.

Her eyes narrowed to slits. She whispered under hear breath"You morafocka, yes, see you at home...payback is a bitch and her name is Cyan".

I'm looking deep into ur eyes for as long as I can restrain myself. grab u gently but firmly by the shoulders and push u into the wall, pick u up and kiss u, kiss so deep u can feel my tongue on ur lips, the other ones.

I think about carrying u to the bedroom, but the excitement in ur eyes reminds me of the urgency in my soul and in one swoop and a loud crash a moment later, the table is clear. I lay u down gently, softly caressing ur collarbone with my lips, drawing a moan out from deep within ur shuddering belly, as my fingers play a symphony along ur midsection.

Tracing a path gradually lower, below ur waistline till I can feel u..ur wet... that will have to wait, I have a few hundred nerve centers to please first.

I pick u up and flip u over, it starts in the small of ur back...little swirls of unbearable pleasure gradually spreading up ur back as ur entire being begins to ache... I ignore ur backside rising to reveal ur beautiful wet throbbing lips.

Slowly my lips find their way lower, grazing ur buttocks, one small bite (something else to remember me 2moro). I'm at ur thighs now, sucking on the insides, lapping up the juice now flowing freely down ur legs, slowly making my way back up to ur lips...one quick lick to the clit and I pause...(Tbc)

I'm sitting across the room from u on the couch. I'm a little nervous because I finally have the rendezvous I've anticipated for so long. I can tell by the way u keep smiling and looking away that ur nervous too. Finally we lock eyes, ur half smile at the same time confident and unsure; at the same time innocent and alluring. I get up and move swiftly over to u. So quick even that I catch myself by surprise. I can hear my heart thumping now as much as I can feel the pounding of your chest next to mine. The passion in your eyes now mirrors the desire in mine as I pull in, slowly, carefully caressing your lips with mine. Lightly bruising bottom lip against upper, upper against lower lip; teasing. Slowly building momentum, until, inevitably, desire consumes us. Now we're tangled in a fiery lip-lock, lost to any exterior reality...(Tbc)