The beat was quickening and Todd was in his element. The sight of Christine's well-toned ass splaying and absorbing the relentless thrusting of his hips pushed him closer to the edge of pure satisfaction. He was coming to the point of cuming. He gripped Christine's thin, dancer's waist and started to fuck even faster, his head thrown back in ecstasy. "Oh yes, do it..." heaved Christine, her vagina contracting around Todd's cock as rivulets of cum began to flow.
BOOM! The door to the photo lab burst open -- Todd had forgotten to lock the door. Oh well, too late now, Todd thought to himself. I am down to the quick strokes and no one is stopping me. Whoever it is, they are just going to have to get the sight of their life! As Todd looked up to smile benevolently at whoever had entered Ñ it was he who got the shock. There stood Sara, face frozen, mouth agape, staring in disbelief. "Sara!" blurted Todd, still bucking uncontrollably. But she was gone and the door sucked closed by the wake of her passing.
That was three weeks ago, and now Sara sat before him, in his apartment, surrounded by a thick cloud of tension that seemed to stop all conversation that passed through it.
This is not the way things usually were with Sara and Todd. They went to the same university and they had been friends. Sara had had a crush on Todd but she had been too timid to do anything about it. Until now.
This perplexed Todd. Why would Sara want to ask me out now? Todd mulled to himself. She just wants to humble and humiliate me at length, in for comfort of my apartment, while sipping my wine.
"Look, it is not what you think. I like Christine and we do have sex together, but it is not very serious," beseeched Todd as he poured another glass of wine.
Sara looked up. "How do YOU know what I think. I don't know WHAT to think! I mean, what is going on with her? Do you always screw in university supply rooms?"
"No, I mean..." sighed Todd.
"How do you even do something like that!? I could never do that." said Sara in voice that was more longing than vindictive, although Todd did not notice the subtly.
"If you don't tell me everything, I am leaving." exclaimed Sara. Getting no response, Sara stormed out of the apartment to the stair well.
"What?! you want to know every detail?" Todd yelled as he caught her on the stairs.
"Yes, tell me"
"Alight" Todd looked incredulous. "I will tell you everything." She wants to know everything! Well we will see...thought Todd. Todd figured that if Sara did not understand, then so be it. He would find other women. He had wanted to seduce Sara for some time, but that seemed hopeless at this point. So, Todd resolved to tell Sara every detail of his encounter with Christine. He had no idea how she would react...
As he told the story of his encounter, the effect of Sara was surprising to say the least. As he told of the seduction of Christine, he seduced Sara. Sara wanted to be seduced as Christine had been. She wanted this so desperately that she became the fantasy as Todd was telling it. Each act that Todd told, Sara responded as she imagined Christine responding. In Sara's mind she wanted to have what Christine had....
By the time Todd had blindfolded Sara, the wetness between her legs was almost unbearable. The blindfold only heightened her fantasy as she was no longer distracted by the sight of the real world.
Todd smelled the fresh sent of Sara's hair mixed with the perfume and fresh sweat of her rapidly heating body. If love is blind, passion can be as well, for Sara was blindly following every erotic twist and turn in his encounter with Christine. Todd was sure that if he said that he had sodomized Christine on all fours by the print machine, Sara would have dropped on all fours. Fortunately, what he had done with Christine needed no embellishment.
By time he had gotten to the point where Christine had given him head, his cock had expanded to the painful limits of his jeans. When Sara unzipped and released him, he sprang out like a jack-in-the-box.
Sara took the salty length of Todd's cock into her mouth. She could feel it hardening and enlarging to its full size in side her mouth. Easily pushing to the back of her throat with smooth easy thrusts, Todd knew satisfaction was going to be his, it was now just a matter of style. There was always a point in the art of seduction when you know that pleasures will be fulfilled. Todd felt complete gratification has he watched Sara's head slipping up and down the shaft of his cock.
"Oh Christine was sooo good at sucking cock" Todd hissed, hoping to get a even better head out of Sara. But Sara was not holding back anything at this point. Her head was light with erotic fantasy and her ears hot with the pounding of her blood. The only reality was something in the back of her mind was telling her that she was approaching orgasm.
"I then took my cock out of Christine's mouth and helped her up." Todd's eyes were closed as he pictured fucking Christine. "Placing my hand on her shoulder, I turned her around and bent her over at the waist." Todd opened his eyes and, as he knew she would be, Sara was bent over in front of him.
Todd could feel the warm engulfing heat of Sara's vagina as he eased himself in. Once the head of his cock was within her, he rushed to the hilt, taking Sara's breath with it. Sara's whole body contracted in a mixture of pain, pleasure, violation and sensual abandon. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked for the pleasure. She wanted to be fucked for she had finally gotten Todd. She wanted to be fucked because she had taken Christine's place...and was having everything she had.
Todd fucked like an alley dog. He fucked to pleasure her Ñ he fucked to dominate her. He just fucked.
Todd watched as his hips pounded into her sweet ass. He was now lifting her off of the ground, He could see the sweat glistening on her skin, her body had opened to take him, was now contracting around him like and glove, beckoning him to cum deep inside. Sara shuddered with impending orgasm. Todd could hold back no longer. He pounded harder and faster and exploded deep into Sara.
The lover's carefully slipped apart. Breathing hard, Todd relaxed and sat on the cold hard concrete of the hall. He was basking the physical glow of post orgasm, the glow of finally seducing Sara, and the thought of spending the next couple of days with her. Hell, she is so stuck on me she might not leave! Can't have that. Todd thought. After all, he did not want a fatal attraction sort of a thing.
But that was not to be...
Three days later he got a note in the mail.
"Your story was nice." Nice! thought Todd. Just nice! "It just did not leave me wanting to hear more, if you know what I mean. I do not know how to say this, but your friend Bill is a much better story teller. Maybe I can tell you a story sometime..."
She won't do the acts themselves, but she will get off on the retelling of them.
