Message-ID: <1877eli$9707021337@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: www1@aol.com (W W W 1) Subject: Kristen's colletion: Donna2.txt Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970702154800.LAA12316@ladder02.news.aol.com> [ from Kristen's collection ] __________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age (Under 18 years old) PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW! __________________________________________ Scroll down to view Story Archive name: (Donna2.txt Author: Anonymous Story name: DONNA PART 2 OF 2 ---------------------------------------------------------------- this story contains sexual situations between a man and a woman. If you are offended by this topic, or are under 18 years old, please delete this file now! --------------------Kristen's collection------------------------ Bob and Donna came over for dinner two weeks ago on Sunday. It was hard to look at Donna after what had happened two weeks before. Every time I looked across the table at her perfect make-up and innocent smile, I saw her face smeared with my come and her gaping, drooling pussy. After dinner, Bob and I went to the den for a drink in front of the fireplace. He talked about his job and having to travel so much. I tried to be conversant but was having trouble. Jean and Donna joined us. That didn't make it any easier. I went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to freshen my drink. Donna was already there mixing fresh ones for she and Bob. "You've been awfully quiet, Mel," she said without looking up. "It's a little hard to return to our original relationship after what happened," I replied. "I don't want to go back to that relationship, Daddy Mel." She turned to face me. Her hand came up to my crotch and squeezed the half hard shaft of my cock. I stepped back and stared at her. "Are you crazy?!" I hissed. "No. Just horny for your cock, Daddy." She had slipped back into the throaty, sultry tone that she had used that night. She reached down and lifted her skirt. she was wearing stockings, garter belt and crotchless panties. She scooped her fingers through the gooey slit of her pussy and lifted the glistening fingers to my face. "Smell how hot you make me!" The pungent odor of hot pussy invaded my nostrils and sent waves of passion straight to my crotch. My dick hardened and throbbed. She pulled her fingers back to her mouth and slowly licked her juices from them. "It would taste much better if your cum was mixed with it," she teased. I rushed out of the kitchen and sat down quickly in the den. She followed and handed Bob his drink after kissing him on the lips. She, Bob and Jean were sitting on one side of the den and I sat on the other facing them. Donna sat down and opened her legs slowly, maneuvering into a position that gave me a clear view up her dress and into her crotchless panties. She smiled innocently as she teased me with the show. She talked sweetly and demurely with Jean about all the things that they had always talked about as she showed me her shiny, naked cunt. I was having difficulty keeping my eyes off her. She shifted and moved frequently, exposing herself to me from a new direction. Bob rose to go to the bathroom and she eased her knees together. When he came back he didn't see what I had been staring at for twenty minutes. The evening was finally over and we walked them to the car. Jean and Bob lead the way with Donna and I following. As we neared the car, she turned on the pretense of asking me a question. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand into her crotch, pushing the cloth of her dress between her thighs. I jerked my hand back but Bob and his mother were facing the other way and lost in conversation. I looked down at Donna. She smiled a very sexy smile and licked her lips. * For several days, every time the phone rang I jumped. I was afraid that Donna would have something else that needed repairing. But my worries seemed unfounded. Jean and I were sitting in the den one evening a week or so later watching TV. The phone rang. Being closer, I absently picked it up. "Hello," I said. "Well, hello!" Donna's voice replied. "Bet you don't know what I'm doing." "No, what?" "Fingering my juicy pussy and thinking about you big delicious cock shooting all that hot, thick come on my face!" she responded. I almost gasped. "Uh. Oh, I see," I stumbled. "Mama Jean is in the room, isn't she," she stated. "Yes, that's true." I was sure that my voice was cracking. "I'll bet she likes to suck on that big purple knob until it pumps her mouth all full of you yummy come." "Uh, well I wouldn't say that necessarily," I replied. "Mama Jean doesn't suck Daddy's dick!?" "No, not lately." My cock was swelling and I could feel the heat rising from my crotch. "Does she let you suck her stinky pussy?" Her voice was getting throatier and I could hear something in the background softly squeaking with movement. "Sometimes." "That's nice. At least you'll know how when you slurp up my cunt juices," she purred. "Oooooo! And my pussy is real juicy right now!" "Who is that, Mel?" Jean turned and asked. I covered the mouthpiece and said, "One of the guys from the office. He's asking some questions about one of the accounts. I'm primarily listening to his ideas." "Can't he wait until you are back in the office?" She turned back to the TV, not expecting an answer. "Shame on you, Daddy, lying to Mama Jean like that. I'll bet if she looked at you pants she would see the bulge that a 'guy from the office' wouldn't put there," Donna chided with a soft chuckle. "You're probably right," I said. I was enjoying the conversation in a perverse sort of way. "I know I'm right!" she giggled. Her voice went back to soft and sexy. "If I was there, I'd take that dark purple knob in my mouth and warm it and wet it and lick all the flavor off it." I inhaled sharply with the thought. Jean jerked her head around to look at me and I faked a cough. She looked back to the screen. "Ooooh, Daddy, my pussy feels sooooo good!" she moaned. "You don't mind me calling you 'Daddy' do you?" "No. Not at all." "You like it don't you." "Uh, yes I do." "I like to pretend that you are my loving Daddy. I've jacked off thinking about sucking my 'Daddy's' cock and feeling your big throbbing cock filling my pussy full. Oooooooo, Daddy!" "Yes, I can understand that. It sounds good to me." I felt that voice had to be hoarse with passion as I listened to her. "Oh! Oh! Uuuuuuuuh! Daddy! Daddy! You make meeeee Cuuuummmmmmm!" Her voice was so loud I was afraid Jean would hear. She didn't. I sat and listened as Donna panted and wheezed through her climax and regained her voice. "Mmmmmmm! That was delicious!" she gasped. Then I heard slurping and smacking noises. "And this is delicious, too. I've got the best tasting pussy juice in the world!" Click! The phone went dead but my cock did not. After almost dragging her to bed, I fucked Jean like a mad man. She purred afterward that it was the best sex we had had in years. Every stroke, I thought of Donna's hot cunt and her heavy tits. * I was clearing my In box late one afternoon a few days later. My secretary buzzed that I had a special delivery, personal at her desk. I asked her bring it in. She opened the door and a mail courier stepped inside, checked my identification and had me sign for a small package. This was not totally unusual. It had happened four or five times over the last two or three years. I tossed the package to one side and continued shuffling through the papers, signing or delegating with a note. As I tossed the last sheet into the Out box, the phone rang. "Hello," I said into the phone, relieved to have finished the pile. "Hi, Sexy," Donna's soft voice replied. "How are you?" I asked trying to make it sound semi-official. "Did you get a package today?" she asked. "As a matter of a fact, I did." "Open it and enjoy!" Click! She hung up. Suddenly, that small package took on a totally different attitude. I lifted it gently and looked at the label. No return address. I slit the tape with a letter opener and peel the paper off the box. Opening the small box, a pair of panties fell onto the desk. I stared at them for a moment. An envelope lay in the bottom of the box. Pulling the envelope out, I opened it and found ten photographs. The first one was a very close shot of an open pussy, drooling cum. I sucked in my breath and automatically looked up at my office door. The next photo was of Donna's face, her mouth hung open and a glob of cum was running over her lower lip and onto her chin. Her expression was one of rapture. I hurriedly flipped to the next. A large cock filled her mouth and cum oozed from the corner of her red lips. And one of Donna on all fours showing her beautiful shaved twat, looking over her shoulder, it seemed looking right into my soul. I flipped through the rest, breathing harder. The last photo stopped me dead. I remembered the scene. Donna was kneeling at my feet. My cock was clutched in my hand and a jet of cum arched onto her face. I stared in shock. My face was not visible in the photo. As a matter of fact the only part of me shown was my cock and my hand. I dropped the photos onto the desk and picked up the panties. The crotch was still damp. The moist circle looked like fresh cum and pussy juice. I lifted it slowly to my face and let my nostrils drink in the pungent odor of her cunt. My cock throbbed. A light rap on my door brought me to my trembling senses. I stuffed the photos and panties into my desk drawn and croaked a response. Jenny, my secretary, stepped in and paused. "Yes, Jenny?" I asked. "Uh, well, Mr. Masters it IS Thursday," her voice trailed off. I looked at her for a moment and then realization dawned in the back of my mind. I smiled and rose. "Of course, Jenny. How forgetful of me." I rounded the desk and reached out to her. I heard her click the lock as she stepped away from the door. I gathered her into my arms and kissed her full lips. Her pointed tongue darted out and probed my mouth. Her breath rasped hot and damp from her nostrils onto my cheek. I cupped her full ass cheeks in my hands and pulled her belly against me, grinding her crotch against mine. She moaned into my mouth and arched her back, thrusting her cunt hard against my cock. "Oh, God!" she gasped, pulling away. "It seems like forever. Harry has fucked me three times this week and I haven't cum once." Her fingers were undoing my shirt and my belt. "Mmmmm. Then you must be horny," I teased. "I'll show you how horny!" She grabbed my hand and shoved it up under her dress, into her crotch. The nylon band between her thighs was soaked. She whimpered and ground her pussy against my hand. I felt her fingers close around my naked dick. In seconds she was cuming the first time, thrashing and jerking against my hand. I quickly stripped her and pushed her toward the sofa. She fell backwards, her legs flying open. She reached for my head. "Eat me!" she demanded. "Eat my cunt, Mel!" I could smell its sweet, sexy perfume as I dropped to my knees and leaned toward it. My breath wafted across it and she jerked. "Do you want me to kiss your pussy?" I asked, playing the game. "Yessss!" she hissed. "Then talk to me. Tell me what you want!" "Eat my slimy cunt!" she rasped. She loved to talk dirty. As a matter of a fact, she couldn't cum if she didn't talk dirty. Harry, her husband, wouldn't let her talk period when they were fucking. My tongue snaked across the feverish, slippery lips of her pussy. She gasped and pulled at my head. "Ooooh YES! Lick my cunt! Suck the fuck juices out of my hot fucking pussy!" I stabbed my tongue into the gooey, molten hole of her cunt and she bounced on the sofa and began to shake violently. She came a second time. Her cunt drooled thin, hot juice into my waiting mouth. My cheeks and nose were wet with it. "Oh BABY!" she whined. "Suck me off! Lick my cunt! Then I want to suck your hard cock until you pump a gallon of cum into my mouth!" Slicing up the slimy crevice I found the hard, long button of her clit. I rolled it with my tongue, then sucked into my mouth and sucked it, teasing the tip end of it. Her heels locked behind my head and her fingers entangled in my hair. "Oh SHIT! Oooooh FUCK! Ooooo FUCKINGCUNTPUSSYCOCKSUCKING oooooooo!" Fortunately the office is sound proof. I triple tongued her clit, rolling it faster and faster. She bounced and jerked. A flood of juices gushed from her cunt. I drank all I could but a puddle formed at her ass cheeks on the leather upholstery. "FUCKFUCKFUCK CUNTCUNTCUNT COCKCOCKASS FUCKINGCUNTSUCKING AAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The explosion hit and for almost a minute she hung at the apex of her pleasure, my head clamped between her fleshy thighs, her cunt pulsing hotly in my mouth. I gently liked her juices until she was empty and her thighs relaxed. I staggered up and to her right and fell back on the sofa. She lay inert, soaking up the pleasure of the moment. The phone rang. I staggered up and across to the desk. "Hello," I wheezed. "You sound out of breath, Daddy. Were you jerking off looking at my pictures?" Donna asked. "Huh?" I shook my head to clear it. "No." "Oh. Jerking off while you sucked my panties?" Something hot and wet closed around my cock head. I looked down and Jenny was engulfing it and looking up at me. "No. Uh... nothing like that," I stammered. "Why, Daddy, if I didn't know better I might think you were banging one of the secretaries." Jenny swallowed my swollen dick to the balls and I croaked into the phone. "Is she sucking you off, Daddy?" Donna asked huskily. "Uh, I've got to go. I'll talk to you later," I dodged. "Okay, Daddy. When you shoot off in her throat, think about me." The phone went dead. My cock was very much alive. I dropped the phone on the hook and leaned back against the desk. Jenny slid my cock out of her mouth and smiled at me. "Does this make you cock feel good?" she whispered. "Yes! Fantastic!" "Encourage me. Talk dirty to me!" The rest of the game. My cock slid back into her mouth and I leaned back on my hands. "Yessss! Suck my cock! Suck it, Jenny!" I rasped. Her breathing quickened through her nostrils and her mouth picked up speed. "Suck that cock. You love to suck cocks, don't you?" "Ummmmm Hmmmmm!" she hummed her answer. "Any cock that can come! You like to suck a cock that has been up your cunt don't you?" "Hmmmmmmm!" "You'd like to have a line of hard cocks waiting! Sucking one after another!" My hips were moving. She was pulling me closer to my cum. "You'd suck somebody else with me watching, wouldn't you!" "Hmmmmmmmmmm! Hmmm!" she hummed. Her head was bouncing back and forth. Her hand cupped my balls, rolling them gently. "Oh!" I growled. "Ooooooh! UUuuuuuuuh! COCKSUCKER! AAAGGGGGGGGHHHHNNNN!" The pressure skyrocketed and I grabbed her bobbing head. I shoved my cock to the back of her throat and unleased the gusher. Her throat worked and she whimpered and moaned as she drank me. I knew that her cunt as usual was convulsing as she came the last time. Gasping for breath, we broke apart. After several minutes of recuperation, Jenny stood on wooly legs and stripped several tissues from the dispenser on my desk and wiped her mouth and chin and scooped the residue from her cunt. She gathered her clothes and disappeared into my private bath. Twenty minutes later she emerged, clothed, make-up repaired and back to Jenny the Executive Secretary. I was rumpled but dressed and sitting behind the desk. "Thank you very much, Mr. Masters," she said demurely. "I don't think I could live with Harry another minute without Thursdays with you." "Thank you, Jenny. As always you do excellent work," I replied. "See you in the morning." She turned and walked out the door. "In the morning," I called after her. I pulled the photos and the panties out of the desk and tucked them in my wall safe and spun the knob. The sun was a glow in the west as I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. 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