SEXY SEDUCTION STORIES

Lizzie loved to make dinner for her new boyfriend, Lee. It almost reminded her of when she was a little girl and played house, dreaming even then of the day she would meet her prince charming. Lee was not a prince but to her he was the most charming of them all. Tall, blonde, handsome and most importantly, he treated her like the princess she always wanted to be.
It was fun to take care of the new apartment while Lee worked all day as a tennis coach. She loved it when he came home all hot and sweaty, and even loved giving him the occasional bath, scrubbing his tanned and toned body, giggling when the bubbles went into his face. Lee loved Lizzie. With the face of an angel, the body of a goddess, and a combination of soft sensuality and sweet innocence that still sometimes shines bright in his 22 year old love, he could not help but adore her.
As Lizzie stood making dinner in the small but cozy kitchen, Lee had just come home and found himself lost in a moment of domestic harmony, watching her toss the salad while humming some far off song in her head. She looked strikingly sexy in her faded jeans and pink tshirt. He walked up behind her and put his arms around her tiny waist, planting a soft kiss on her neck as he brushed her long soft blonde hair out of his way. She turned to him and met his affectionate gesture with a long, tongue winding, warm and wet kiss. That did it for him. Just a single touch of her lips on his and he was putty. No time to make it to the bedroom.
The kiss continued as he led her to the dining table, and it wasn’t the evening’s supper he was wanting to eat. Gently he guided her down on her back, her hair flowing around her head as she bit her lip in anticipation of what would come next. His eyes never leaving hers, he unbuttoned her Levi’s and pulled them down, soft smooth legs being unveiled with every tug, until they were off and crumpled on the floor. He leaned forward and kissed her belly button, as his fingers pulled at the top of her thong underwear, and in one tug, off they went too until she laid there one beautiful nude dish on the table. Lizzie giggled as she spread her legs, inviting him to feast upon her. Normally he would go at a slow pace but looking at her gorgeous puss, pink and wet, he realized just how starving he truly was. She took her fingers and stuck one into her wetness, then slightly sat up and placed that finger in his mouth, leading him by his teeth down to her heavenly awaiting snatch.
Lee dove in without warning, with hard long licks all over her hot cunt, the juices mingling with the wetness of his own thirsty tongue. He buried his face and targetted her cute clit, sucking it with such a steady pace that Lizzie’s chest was heaving and her moans were increasing louder and louder. He groaned with horny hunger as he continued eating out her snatch, stopping only to fuck her hole with his fingers and tongue.
Lizzie yelled out “Eat me, oh my god LICK me, ohhhhhh I’m gonna…” and before she should finish the sentence, her legs wrapped hard around his head and she grabbed his hair, pushing his head as close into her pussy as she could, bolts of electricity racing through her entire body as she climaxed all over his face. She resumed humming that song in her head as Lee lapped up every last drop. Now THAT was a meal made for a king!

They sat side by side and watched the evening tide wash and tease the shoreline of the secluded beach, the waves rushing over the sand in harmonic symphony with the ocean breeze. Their hands caressed with fingers intertwined as they breathed in their salty sea breeze. Tom turned his head and looked at Melanie, her eyes closed gently as she listened to the calming ocean sounds. He leaned in and planted a wet kiss on her inviting neck, to which she responded immediately with a wet and greedy kiss.
The beauty and power of nature all around them was intoxicating, the waves kissing their feet as their lips continued to melt together in the moment. Melanie took her hand and caressed it down from his neck, chest, until she reached his by now straining jeans zipper. He let out a slight moan that could barely be heard above the raging surf. Melanie unzipped his jeans and could clearly see that Tom was doing his own raging, in the form of a massive hard on.
She dipped her head down, grabbing his member firmly and ever so slightly licked some of the pre-cum off the head, enjoying the feeling of his balls pulsing within her grip. He leaned back in approval and guided her head down, his dick disappearing from sight as she took the entire length in her mouth. She licked up and down the shaft of his erect and throbbing penis, using her mouth, lips, and tongue in what was becoming the blowjob of his life. His breathing was labored as she bobbed her head up and down, using her hand now also in unison with her mouth, kneeding it, stroking it, and rotating from sucking his hard cock to licking his engorged balls until so much cum had built up inside he was ready to explode.
He felt the heavenly familiar feeling his dick ready to detonate in her mouth. She kept licking, sucking, stroking, and working his hard rod until hot jizz shot out everywhere. She moaned in delight right along with his cries of ecstacy, pumping out every last sticky tasty drop.

Bobby and Eileen glared at each other in outrage and anger from across the room in the basement of their new house. The stresses of the recent move had caused them both to be unusually cross with each other. Bobby, usually the first one to give in, was not backing down this time. Usually during a spat, he would break the tense moment by bursting into song, “Come on Eileen”, singing the 80′s classic until she couldn’t hold back a smile any longer and the anger gave way to gentle and forgiving laughter.
This time was different. He was angry. He didn’t want pink curtains in the living room. He didn’t want lacy doilies on his nice black leather couch. He was a man and men don’t like doilies. “Even my grandmother didn’t like doilies, OKAY Eileen? Even she has better taste than that!” “Yes I guess my taste in interior decor appears to be as horrid as my apparent taste in MEN!” she snapped, holding her stance like a soldier ready for combat. “Oh it’s like that is it?”, he met her defensive posture with his own hostile stare.
They moved in closer as if daring the other to make the next move. “JERK”, snapped Eileen. “Spoiled rotten BRAT”, he bitterly responded. “Get out of my FACE!”, Eileen declared loudly. “NO, make me!” as Bobby moved in closer. All at once Eileen took her right arm and brought it out in the striking position, prepared to slap her mean boyfriend across the face. In one stealth move, Bobby grabbed her arm, yanked and pulled her directly against his chest, their eyes blazing with fury, their faces just inches apart.
Breathing in and out heavily from the stormy exchange, in the blinking of provoking eye, Bobby grabbed her face and their lips met with a furious angry hunger. The next few moments consisted of hot and heavy smoldering kisses, their tongues ravaging each other like dueling swords.
Breathless, still outraged at each other but as horny as two people could be, shoes came off, clothes flew across the room and before they both knew it, Bobby was fucking his bratty girlfriend and she was meeting his wrathful thrusts, pump by wild pump. He held her face in his hand in a firm grip. “This outta teach you to talk back to me”, as he pounded her pussy, leaving her still angrily irate but close to coming harder than she ever had.
He screwed her into oblivion as she grabbed his hair and tried to resist the feel of his cock ramming inside her now soaking wet cunt. In one last powerful thrust, he went so deep inside her, she exploded her juices all over and her body trembled as the orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. Eileen decided right there and then that they indeed needed more doilies for Bobby to get mad over.