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  Mallory felt her pussy twitch. He's right. My panties are soaked. She swallowed. "You're very forward. Are you always so blunt?"

  He took her hand, stroking the palm with his index finger as his voice took on a husky tone "I suppose I am, but no one ever got what they wanted by being shy." He leaned closer and whispered, "What I'd like to do is spread you in front of me and feed on you. I could pleasure you like you've never been pleasured before. You'd revel in it, I promise you that."

  Mallory was taken aback. "Just how do you know that?"

  "If you weren't interested, would you still be here?" At her lack of answer, he continued, "I'm really very good. You should take advantage of my offer. No strings attached."

  If he keeps talking like that I might come right here. "No strings, huh? If I were to take advantage of your generous offer, where would you suggest we do this?"

  "That was my question to you, remember? I'm willing to perform oral sex on you anytime you want, any place you want, even right here and believe me when I tell you, I will make you fly."

  "Right here on this bar stool?" This guy is too much.

  "Anywhere you want. Try me."

  Lord! She was getting hot. "And all you want is to…no reciprocity, no sex afterward?"

  "I expect nothing. Of course, if you feel you want to explore additional avenues I'm very good at other things as well, but cunnilingus is my specialty."

  "Save my seat. I'll be right back." Mallory headed toward the restroom, but what she was really doing was searching for a place, any place, among the Friday evening mob that she could have some quality private time with Drew. The more she thought about it the more keyed up she got. She tossed out the rulebook. Hell, other girls never even heard of a rulebook. If I do it, and I might very well regret if I don't, it will be the most salacious thing I've ever done. Make that the only kinky thing I've ever done.

  She remembered the time in school at Southern Cal when several girls started revealing the wickedest things they'd done. She couldn't believe the things they talked about. One cheerleader, claimed to have had sex with four basketball players in the locker room, another brought her fifteen year old sister into bed with her twenty-two year old boyfriend. It went on and on from amateur nude contests to seducing a stepfather.

  Everyone laughed when she told them that the kinkiest thing she ever did was surreptitiously watch her roommate and her boyfriend have sex for a few minutes before she snuck out of the room. She'd failed to mention that she masturbated and couldn't build the nerve to ask if she could join in.

  In the restroom, Mallory took off her soaked panties and put them in her purse. No harm in being prepared. There was no one at the sinks, so she quickly lifted the hem of her miniskirt and washed herself. Lord, she was wet! After rinsing and drying, she sprayed a little perfume on her neck, under her arms and on her mound for good measure. She laughed when she remembered the name of the perfume—Submission. All that preparation added to her anticipation and enhanced her arousal. She wondered if she should drag Drew into the ladies' room, but decided only as a last resort. Then, she remembered they had a special events room in the basement. Perfect!

  Mallory checked the room and decided it wasn't suitable, unless she wanted to use a shaky folding table or the floor. It was time to do some reconnoitering. Door number one opened to a large storage room. The next revealed a tiny cluttered office. Behind door three–perfect! A small room containing a desk with nothing on it and a couch. There was even a lock on the door. Perfect.

  "You haven't changed your mind, have you?" she asked when she returned.

  "Anytime, anywhere."

  "No strings attached. Right?"

  "No strings. You're in control."

  Mallory grasped his hand and led him across the crowded floor then down the stairs.

  Her heart thundering. Mallory led Drew to her secret hideaway. She didn't know whether to keel over or run. She was entering uncharted territory. Mallory goody-two-shoes wasn't a snob. She just never felt a need to do anything overtly sexual, but Drew had aroused an unfulfilled fantasy and she was about to live it out. She led him into the room, then shut and locked the door. "What should I do? Where do you want me?"

  "Do? You don't have to do much. Just lay on the desk or the couch and spread those gorgeous legs. I'll do the rest."

  Chapter Three

  Mallory agreed with Drew's suggestion to use the desk. He lifted her onto the desktop and snatched a couple of cushions off the couch, laying them on the desk behind her. His hand took hers, warming her cold, trembling fingers. He seemed to sense her discomfort and flashed a reassuring smile.

  "I want you to watch me eat your pussy. You can do anything you want to me in return, but your gratification matters the most. This is all about you."

  She returned a quick nervous smile.

  "I'm going to undress you. I want to make you feel good all over."

  Mallory almost chickened out right then, I can't do this. A kiss to her hand firmed up her faltering resolve. Tentatively, she nodded assent.

  Drew slowly pulled off her short navy blue skirt. He smiled when it became obvious her panties were missing.

  She was astonished. What had seemed like a lark at first was for real and she was actually going through with it. Relax, this isn't a basketball team, it's a dreamy looking man who's going to do delicious things to me.

  Button by button, Drew languorously unfastened and removed her fashionable print blouse. Next went her lacy ivory bra. Freeing the clasp in back, he pulled the bra straps over her shoulders. The nipples of her newly released breasts responded to the cool currents as he pulled the bra straps from her shoulders, Drew cupped her un-tanned breasts, and then kissed her swollen nipples.

  She shuddered. Pleasing pulses shot through her pussy.

  Carefully, he eased her down onto the cushions as if she were a porcelain doll. "Would you like to be kissed?" He flashed his beautiful white smile. "I do hope so."

  Mallory stared at those sensuous lips and white teeth. Of course, she wanted to kiss him. Just looking at that mischievous smile on his gorgeous macho face excited her. She nodded. His teeth grazed a taut nipple before he leaned up to plunder her mouth. She inhaled sharply when he broke the kiss.

  "Oh, the things I'm going to do to you." He retreated back to her legs.

  She watched him carefully take her legs in his hands. His gentle fingers fondled each one of her well-manicured, feminine toes. Excruciatingly slow, his fingers progressed from her foot to the back of her knees. Moving upward still, he concentrated on the inner thigh, making sure not to encroach into the sensual apex between her legs. Bending her knees, he placed her feet upon the table and guided her legs apart. Her pussy was totally bared. He scrutinized her vulnerability.

  Mallory wondered whether being unclothed in front of a stranger or the anticipation of what was to come was more of a turn on.

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  With her legs spread wide, Drew dipped down to her sex and took in a deep breath, as if sniffing the cork of fine wine. Ahh, how I love the heady fragrance of aroused pussy. He couldn't resist. His tongue savored one slow lick up her slit.

  Mallory tensed and shivered. "Oh, God!"

  That was but a prelude. There were other things he wanted to do first. Straightening, he moved beside her. He paused a second admiring her breasts which he thought were perfect for her lean, statuesque frame. Not too much—not too little. He massaged each nipple as he bent over kissing her shoulders and neck.

  She seemed to be getting antsy.

  He could tell she was almost ready. Drew moved his right hand down past her lightly rounded abdomen to her smooth mound. Letting his fingers drape over her clit, he gave it a gentle tap with his middle finger, while he moved his mouth up to her yearning lips, and touching them tenderly.

  Mallory shuddered.

  He whispered, "Soon these lips and tongue will be where my hand is. Think about that while I kiss you." His tongue urged her sensual lips apart an
d slipped into her mouth, dipping between her bottom lip and teeth, before pairing with her tongue.

  After the lusty mating of tongues, Drew continued his erotic mission, wavering momentarily to nibble on her lower lip, before continuing his journey to her ear. After pulling back her long blonde hair, his wet tongue laved her ear canal in preparation of the anticipated event. Then he whispered in her ear, "I'm going to eat that sweet hot pussy of yours now."

  "Oh, yes. Please hurry!" she begged.

  Drew's moist tongue headed south, leaving a path of cooling dampness across her heated skin, causing goose bumps to form in its wake on every accessible sensuous spot on her feminine body. Her neck, breasts, ribs, navel, hips and mound all gleamed from moisture. He arrived at the grand prize. His mouth dipped between her heated folds, inserting his tongue into her pussy with fervor. Wrapping an arm around each of her thighs, his right hand returned to her clitoris, massaging it with his middle finger. His left hand rose and fondled her nipples, alternating between them, massaging each.

  Drew opened his eyes and admired the length of Mallory's sinewy, sensuous frame. Arching her back off the table, she rolled her head from side to side and thrust her hips against his mouth. Her arms periodically slapped the desk and she moaned between sighs of his name.

  "Jesus, it feels so good Drew."

  Occasionally, she'd run her long fingers through his hair, sometimes closing her fist around a handful and pulling, while her clit thrust into his mouth. "Don't stop!" She moaned long and low. "That's it, more of that, give me more…more…I love it!" Breathlessly she hummed her pleasure. "Christ, you are so good. I've never felt this good…"

  Dining on this beautiful woman's most personal possession was getting Drew more than a little excited. He ached to take out his stiff cock and bury it in Mallory's tasty cunt. She was so hot, so sexed up, so out of control, he was surprised she wasn't begging him to fuck her. He could probably get away with just shoving his cock in her, but he'd made a promise. Besides, it was against the rules.

  His erection was stretching his pants to the point of discomfort. He reached down, unzipped his pants and freed himself. He thought again for a second about plunging it in, but denied himself the pleasure. A deal is a deal.

  "That's it…don't stop. Oh God…so close" she uttered breathlessly.

  He promised her—only cunnilingus. He would get his repayment later. Besides, he loved it.

  A steady thrumming beat suddenly surrounded them, permeating the room. The band had started playing above. Drew began timing his oral affections with the rhythm and Mallory responded likewise.

  Jesus. He'd never wanted to fuck a woman so badly in his entire life. Her every word, punctuated by a thrust of her pussy against his mouth, made his cock jump with need. Moreover, the steady beat was making things worse. He had to make her come, or he'd likely lose all control and ram himself into her depths. Fastening his lips to her swollen clit, he teased her weeping entrance with his fingers, and then thrust them into her. It was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge.

  Obviously feverish with need, Mallory half mumbled, half shouted "God I love to have my pussy eaten. Oh, Drew…Drew…I can't stand it."

  Drew kept her slit tight against his mouth, tormenting her clit with his tongue. His fingers fucked her, driving into her again and again until her body stiffened and she cried out in violent release. She came twice more as he gathered the cream pooling between her thighs.

  Finally, she sighed, her body going limp with satisfaction.

  Chapter Four

  Afterward, he offered to take her to dinner, but she refused. She would be far too embarrassed to sit across the table from him, acting as if nothing had transpired between them.

  Who am I kidding? She ran away from Drew because he was dangerous. She wanted more and more. She wanted more of his tongue and wanted his cock. She had been afraid to get involved and now she regretted not going to dinner with him.

  She drove her Mustang home, the memories of the event flooding back. Mentally reliving the brazen incident, replicating the sensations she experienced with the use of her fingers, Mallory's libido distracted her when she should have been concentrating on driving. Slowly she veered right off the freeway and almost onto the shoulder, correcting at the last minute.

  Mallory wished she could stop thinking about her erotic episode, but every time she tried, her mind came back to it. It was useless. She needed to pull over. Alongside the road, she unbuttoned her blouse and grasped her breast. Glad she hadn't bothered to put her bra back on, she tickled her nipple while her other hand slipped under her miniskirt shunted her moist, skimpy panties aside, and headed straight to her clit. Her forefinger pummeled her love bud with a gentle but persistent love tap. She pictured her nakedness and Drew's sexy face lapping her clitoris. "Ahh! Oh my God!" She climaxed.

  Now she could finally finish driving home. Not even bothering to re-button her blouse, she started her car and pulled onto the street.

  Shit! After driving only a quarter of a mile, her mind returned right back to the sexy episode where she left off, as if she had merely pushed a pause button on a remote control.

  He had even offered to give her his telephone number, but she told him no. How stupid. The best sex she had ever had. Sex she would have gladly paid for and she sent him away. Mallory knew why, too. She wanted him, wanted to screw him. She ached for his cock buried deep inside her. She wanted to fuck him then, but refused to let herself screw a total stranger and, if she took his number, she would have called him. In fifteen minutes, they would have been in bed.

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  It was almost 10:00 p.m., when Mallory pulled into her garage. She hadn't arrived a minute too soon. On edge, she couldn't get her marvelously lewd episode out of her mind. After changing into a crimson nightgown and robe, she thought for a second about fixing something to eat, but opted to pour a glass of wine instead. Maybe it would help dull the yearning she still felt.

  Lounging on the couch, she flipped on the TV. Usually she watched the news, but she was considering something she had never done and wasn't quite sure how to go about it—finding a naughty pay-per-view movie. She'd decided to try it when the doorbell rang.

  At the door, through the peephole, she saw Drew. Mallory was exuberant. Similar to Pavlov's dog, Mallory's pussy became ravenous. She quickly undid the lock and the deadbolts, then opened the door. Had he come to rescue the damsel in desire?

  He flashed his dreamy smile. "I just wanted to make sure you got—"

  Mallory laid a giant hot kiss upon his smiling lips. Laughing at his shocked face, she pulled away, grabbed his arm and yanked him inside. She muttered, "What took you so long." Putting both of her hands to his face, she positioned her lips to his for another long, passionate kiss. Her hands roved around his cheeks and through his dark brown hair.

  His hand found her breast, kneading and teasing her distended nipple, while his other hand grasped her buttock.

  She took his hand from her ass, kissed it and smiled. "You have experienced me au naturel, and now it's my turn." Mallory turned to lead Drew to her bedroom, but he pulled her back into an embrace as if they danced the tango. They kissed once more and he lifted her into his arms. He kissed her ear and nibbled on her earlobe, sending shivers to her sensitive nether regions.

  Drew carried her into the bedroom, his whisper in her ear soft, "You can see me naked and do anything you want, after I have an encore with your pussy." He deposited her gently on the side of the bed.

  Mallory lay down with her head almost directly under him, looking up, admiring him as he undressed. He seemed to be about four inches taller than she, which made him six foot. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, yet he wasn't skinny, nor was he muscular, except for his broad shoulders. He was lean and wiry. Tracings of dark body hair were located on a wide area of his chest and ran a narrow path to the waistband of his briefs.

  When he pulled his underwear off, Mallory sucked in her breath. Drew's partiall
y erect penis bordered close to seven inches long. Fully hard, his rigid shaft would be huge. He stood alongside the bed, almost directly above her face, his half-erect sex jutting out.

  Mallory looked up past his scrotum at the bottom of Drew's thick rod. It was roughly a foot above her face. She studied it for a second before reaching up and stroking him. It felt silky smooth. She stroked his shaft. It hardened and grew even larger.

  Scooting around on the bed so she sat on the bed with her legs over the edge, her inner thighs brushed the outside of Drew's legs, she started to take his large shaft in her mouth.

  Drew stopped her. "Uh-uh. Ladies first, remember. Nothing could please me more than pleasing you and I already know going down on you drives you wild. After that, if you still want to go down on me, fine—whatever pleases you?"

  She nodded. Gently, he pushed her back down on the bed, and placed a pillow under her head. Grasping the hem of her red satin gown in his hands and lifting it just above her mound, he paused and kissed her clit. As he began to slide the gown higher, she raised her rear off the bed to allow him to push it to the middle of her back. The front of her gown was at the base of her breasts. Pausing once more, his hands glided over her abdomen and ribs while his tongue dipped into her belly button. Mallory took hold of her gown and finished pulling it off, raising enough to slip it past her shoulders and over her head.

  He frowned.

  Smiling innocently, she said, "Just helping out." Grabbing one of his hands, she kissed it, placed it on her breast, then wrapped her long fingers around his neck and pulled his face down toward her lips, kissing him. She whispered. "You're wasting too much time, lover. You don't need to warm me up. I'm already hot as hell."