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  SARAH’S SEXPLOITS: AFTERNOON DELIGHT

  Sarah And Scott’s Sexual Adventures Continue

  By

  K T Red

  Publisher Information

  Sarah’s Sexploits: Afternoon Delight

  Published in 2012 by Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

  The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright © K T Red 2012

  The right of K T Red to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  The Story So Far...

  Just in case you don’t know me, my story so far is this:-

  My name is Sarah and my love life - or rather my sex life - is, to say the least, somewhat complicated and becoming more complicated by the day.

  I have a Friend with Benefits deal going on with the most divine hunk from work who goes by the name of Scott. This is rather sadly all it ever will be because he is a married man with two young children. However, all is far from well in the marital bed - a case of demand with no supply. He can demand all he wants from me. I am absolutely delighted to supply all his needs as well as making rather debauched demands of my own.

  And then there’s Emil. He’s my new boss. French. Very handsome and sophisticated. Confident - and more than a little arrogant. A month or so ago, he managed to record Scott and I “getting it on” rather passionately at work and he used this as leverage - leverage to secure himself the same sweet little deal.

  At first, all I felt was a natural sense of revulsion, of coercion but I soon cast this aside (along with my clothes!) when I discovered how thoroughly skilled Emil is in the ways of smut! We haven’t actually properly fucked yet but if his ability with his hands and his mouth are any kind of indication, I’d say I’m in for one hell of a treat when we eventually do!

  I really pissed him off a few weeks ago - he was not pleased with me at all! And all because I had sex in his office with another woman and let him watch. Honestly, some people are just too sensitive for their own good. It ruffled his Alpha-male feathers so much that he felt he had no other choice but to break into my home, scare the fucking crap out of me - and then proceed to punish me with the most incredible oral sex I’ve ever known! I must remember to piss him off more often.

  They are two very different men, each one satisfying a different need in me. Scott is like the flip side of me. It’s pure, animal lust - sex in its most aggressive and passionate form. Emil is altogether more…..complicated. He comes across as an arrogant and controlling bastard - which he is! - but he is a lot more than that. Underneath, he’s actually very intuitive, so sexually confident it’s just not true and always seems to know how to push my buttons - the wrong ones as well as the right ones.

  Scott shares my enjoyment of the physical act of sex, of taking the maximum pleasure when the moment arises and dealing with the consequences if they happen. Emil’s got inside my head - which frightens me halfway to death but I find the thrill of being with him quite irresistible.

  So, there you have it.

  Chapter One

  I am so glad that it’s Friday afternoon. The end of another working week and I intend to end the week with a fucking big bang!

  I’ve got him for a whole afternoon. A whole, steamy afternoon of hot, filthy sex with hot, filthy, sexy Scott. All we’ve managed to grab so far are a few stolen moments - magical, explosive, unbelievable moments. But today we have a whole afternoon. My God, what I could do with him in an afternoon. My stomach tightens at the mere thought of him in my bed - and in me!

  I know I have to end it with him - and sooner rather than later - but at the moment, there is still too much left to be done. I haven’t known such burning passion with a man since.....well, in a very long time. I suppose it’s nothing more than just a terminal case of forbidden fruit tasting sweeter even though sweet is not a word I would use to describe him. Sexy. Passionate. Hungry, angry even. Powerful. Primitive. Potent. But above all else he’s supremely masculine - he’s a real man. And what a man. Gorgeous brown eyes and slightly too long dark hair. Tall and slim but with a nicely muscular body - and a cock to fucking die for!

  He’ll be here in about half an hour’s time, when his shift finishes. I almost drove through a red light on my way home I was that distracted thinking about him. I wonder if he’s as distracted as well. Is he thinking about me as he works his final hour? What disgusting, lurid thoughts are running through his mind as he tries to concentrate on his work? Is he getting as hard as I am moist? Is he jerking off because he can’t bear it any longer?

  Just the thought of him, of his body - of his cock - is turning me on. I need a cold shower! Quickly stripping, I jump into the shower cubicle and switch the shower on. As the jets fire a cooling, sobering force of water on my body, the initial calming effect is replaced as steaming hot memories of a recent coupling we had in the rain surface. Oh dear God in heaven! How he pounded me mercilessly in the storm; the sensation of the rain hitting my sex as he fucked me hard.

  I switch the shower off and wrap a towel around my body. I pad into my bedroom where I’ve already lit several small, scented candles despite it being daylight and the curtains being wide open. My bedroom isn’t overlooked so I let the towel fall to the floor and I take a good look at my body in the full length mirrored wardrobes. Although it’s not perfect by any means, I actually really like what Mother Nature’s given me to play with. I love the pleasure it gives me and other people. It’s a real woman’s body - with real curves. I’ve got tits and an ass. I look like a woman should look, not the modern ideal of straight up and down.

  My breasts are firm and full without being my dominating feature. My stomach is virtually flat - but so it should be given the amount of Pilates and sit-ups I do! My bum is my favourite part of my body - not a trace of sagging yet, smooth and tight and round, just like I was when I was a teenager. And my legs are still toned and shapely even though I grudgingly wish they were a bit longer.

  The most dreadfully explicit thoughts about Scott race around my head and my body starts to respond. I can feel my heart beating and the slow, steady growth of heat between my legs. I sit on the edge of my bed and slowly start to massage body lotion all over. Starting with my arms, I feel all along my shoulders and arms, down to my elbows, to my wrists and between each slender finger. My hands are small and dainty - and capable of giving so much pleasure.

  Leaning forward, I move down to my legs, stroking my feet and calves. Smooth, lean and strong. Even the faded jagged scar which snakes across my knee appears sexy - a permanent reminder of a sporting injury from many years ago. Sadly, not all scars fade in time, even the invisible ones. I firmly massage my thighs, not daring to go too high or touch the soft, sensitive flesh at the very top.

  I raise my head and look at my reflection. How did I become this person staring back at me? Sexy. Unashamed. Wanton. Knowing what I want, knowing how to get it - and more than knowing how to enjoy it. I feel so damn hot! I put more lotion on my hands and lower them to my stomach. Gently defined abdomen muscles, toned and firm, without losing it’s womanly softness. I sweep my hands up and down but I want to take them between my legs so badly. I can see it in my e
yes - desire, lust, want, need! My sexual appetite - usually concealed most carefully - seems to brazenly ooze from every pore.

  My nipples are already erect, waiting for me. Waiting for Scott. My breasts feel warm and heavy and very inviting in my hands. As a teenager, I longed for huge breasts but now that I’m older, I’m glad they’re the size they are. They are my size. They fit me. I twirl the nipples between my fingers. The aureole has tightened making it look like some strange, craggy landscape. They’re so beautiful - dark and proud and quite large. I think my nipples are too big but men absolutely love them - one almost to obsession, suckling them for hours until they hurt.

  I rest my hand on my chest and feel my heart racing. Unable to wait any longer, I take my hands down my abdomen and part my thighs. I’m so wet that I can see my lips shining in the mirror. I keep myself bare so I can see all that I am. I remember clearly the first time I shaved my hair all off and saw every fold and every crease. I felt exposed and vulnerable and yet liberated and fearless at the same time. I spread my legs wide and have a close look at my labia. Glistening in the daylight, slick and already blood red with arousal. Creased and complicated, as beautifully bare as the day I was born. I softly stroke a finger along the outer ridges. A few ripples run through me and I shudder and gasp. I can smell my juices and close my eyes, breathing them in.

  Chapter Two

  I watch my reflection as I use two fingers to ease apart my lips. They are already swollen and wet and I easily slip two fingers inside. I thrust them gently up and down then bring them to my mouth. I savour the moment as I lick my own juice. This is the very essence of me, how I taste - warm, strong, sweet yet musky. I start to stroke all along the length of my folds, watching how my body reacts. I raise one hand to my breast and gently massage while I move my other hand to my now aching clit. My wetness is such that my fingers slide everywhere and I hear squelches as I rub my lips together.

  I lie back on the bed and widen my legs as far as I can, continuing to work my fingers. God, I’m so wet, so very wet that they slip and slide all over the place. I try to calm down a little but I need to climax. My clit is throbbing and swollen but I’m too wet. My fingers keep slipping off!

  I sit up, reach back and retrieve my favourite, slim line vibrator from under my pillow. I part my lips and slide it lengthways between them, resting the vibrating tip against my clit. I’m trembling as I look in the mirror. When did this happen? When did I become this sex-crazed creature? I want sex. I want it now. I want it all the fucking time. Glowing, breathing hard - eyes wild like an animal. I switch it on and shudder as the vibrations run through me.

  I lie back again and press it hard against me. The buzzing runs all the way along my folds and drives me insane. I want to come. I want to come real bad! The vibrations focus on me just where I need it and my clit doesn’t know what’s hit it. I’m gasping, groaning and writhing all over the bed. When I climax, it’s going to be strong and I’m shaking in anticipation.

  I imagine the vibrator is Scott’s tongue - flicking me and eating my pussy like he was starving. A graze of stubble and lips pressing on mine. I can feel it - that dull knot of tension in the pit of my stomach. I turn the setting up a level and the vibrations increase in speed and intensity - as do my moans and gasps. My legs are going wild, thrashing and wriggling. I arch my back as the sensation becomes almost too delicious to bear.

  The vibrations echo along every nook and cranny and even inside me. The build-up continues and I feel myself tensing, ready for the explosion. I scream out as orgasm after orgasm courses through my body. One after the other - strong, deep orgasms. My body convulses and my thighs crash together as my vaginal muscles powerfully contract. I turn the setting down but keep the toy against my clit to keep the tremors coming as my juices run out onto the bed.

  From nowhere, Emil enters my head and I imagine him here with me, slowly teasing me as the gentle, almost tickling sensation of the vibrator keeps me aroused. I’m about to have a dirty afternoon in bed with one man but here I am thinking of someone else. Oh my God, imagine having both of them eating me at the same time - one absolute animal and one obviously skilled in pleasure who I still haven’t properly fucked yet. Their faces blur - each becoming the other and back again, both of them taking me to heaven. Both of them at once......oh holy fuck! Another series of tremors hit me - softer, slower but no less pleasurable. Throb after throb of sheer ecstasy as I climax until I can’t bear it any longer.

  Sweat runs down between my breasts, matched by the flow of juices lower down. I take the level down to it’s lowest setting, still feeling the pulses within me. Sated, I switch it off and put it one side and slip two fingers inside. I’m still twitching strongly enough to grip them and I can’t touch my clit - it’s ultra-sensitive! I press a hand against my stomach and I can feel the throbs raging deep inside my core. My chest rises and falls as I struggle to catch my breath, a flush mottling my skin.

  I sit up and look at my reflection in the mirror. Look at me! Is that really me - that deranged creature? Flushed. Shaking. Barely able to breathe. I can see the moisture on my inner thighs and a pool of juice on the bed. Jesus fucking shit - Scott will be here any minute. I need another cold shower - hopefully one that will actually do what it should!

  “I see you’ve started without me!”

  Chapter Three

  There in the doorway, with the biggest smirk all over his face, stands Scott. He leans against the door frame, his arms casually folded grinning his sexy head off. What is it with the men in my life and their complete inability to knock on the door and ask to come in? Is it a genetic deficiency or something? Is it a man thing?

  “Well, good afternoon, Scott. Did you enjoy what you saw?” I lie back on the bed - no chance of that shower now, not to mention changing the bed!

  Scott kneels on the bed, lowers his face to mine and kisses me - long and slow. As he pulls away, his dark eyes roam every inch of my naked body. “Oh yeah - my own personal porn show! Very nice. Very, very sexy. You‘re a naughty girl, Sarah. Very naughty indeed.” He plants a quick kiss on both my breasts.

  I laugh. “I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been wet for hours!”

  He strokes my face. “Have you now?”

  “I have. I’ve been thinking the most disgraceful, disgusting thoughts about you all morning. And about what I‘m going to do with you.”

  He stands and pulls his t-shirt over his head, smiling. “Really?”

  The sight of his bare chest makes me sigh all over. “Yes. Really.” I lick my lips as he starts to unbuckle his belt. Something primal stirs inside me. God, what a man! My heart races just looking at his torso. The ripple of his muscles, his tattoo and that line of dark hair leading to trouble.

  Leaning over me, Scott places a hand either side of my head. “Well, that makes two of us.”

  I raise a hand to his face. Oh my, how good looking he is! No one man should look this hot. Slowly, I lower my hand to his chest and feel his heart beating beneath my fingers. I feel his muscles - all firm and absolutely fucking wonderful - and then I bite my bottom lip as I lower his zip. So slowly - achingly, tantalisingly slow.

  We both gasp as my hand finally finds what it’s looking for. Oh yes, hot, thick and rock hard - just as I knew he would be. And it‘s all for me! “Tell me, Scott. How long as this splendid thing of beauty been waiting for me?”

  He groans as I wrap my fingers around his glorious cock, easing him free of his jeans. “All fucking morning! From the second I got up this morning it’s been burning a hole in my jeans.”

  “Oh dear. That can’t be good for your health.”

  As I release him, Scott stands and quickly sheds his jeans. He is so hard, so ready that his cock almost taps against that beautifully rippled torso of his. What a magnificent specimen of a man he is. And this afternoon, he’s all mine! If I wasn’t still so sensitive from my solo session,
I’d spread my legs and either drag the man on top of me or pounce on him and ride him hard. Instead I wriggle across the bed and take him in my hand.

  He groans. “Oh God, Sarah. I’ve been rock hard all bloody morning. I‘ve had to jerk off twice it was that fucking painful. Once in the shower at home and again in the car in, hidden under a newspaper for fuck‘s sake!” I squeeze the shaft making him take a sharp intake of breath. “It’s been unbearable and fantastic at the same time!”

  I stroke him as he shuts his eyes. “I know. Brilliant - isn’t it?”

  “All I’ve thought about since I left the house is this moment. Feeling you touch me; wanting your mouth on me; wanting to be buried deep inside you! Just the thought of you, Sarah, and I‘m fucking hard.”

  “I’ve got all afternoon to touch you. And taste you.” I carry on stroking him, breathing in his musky scent. “I’d like to taste you, Scott.”

  “Oh God....your mouth....” Scott groans, a deep yearning noise. I let him go and swivel around a bit more until I’m lying in front of his groin and he stands directly over the top of my head, making the letter T.

  “Open your eyes, you gorgeous man.” He does and when he sees me that big smirk reappears. I’m lying right under his cock, licking my lips and pointing cheekily to my open mouth. I stroke his thigh as he leans over the bed, his cock in his hand.

  “Oh, Sarah....you are something else!” He positions his cock until it just sits resting on my lips.

  I can smell his animal need carried along on that potent male scent of his. I close my eyes and smile, keeping my lips closed and feeling the soft skin on the head of his cock as I breathe him in. He slowly traces the shape of my mouth, pressing slightly until I take him completely by surprise by darting my tongue out like a snake.