Ooohh.. So it will be like you taking me under your wing so to speak...

Although I'd much rather be taken under something a bit more flimsy.. Prefably satin....

I am trying this 'Copy' thing.. It's not working!!

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I met “Yuki” while I was studying karate in Tokyo. In order to at least partially fund my stay in one of the world’s most expensive cities, I taught English as a second language. Yuki wanted to improve her English as she was at the start of a promising career as a concert pianist. She was taller than average for a Japanese woman, and was twenty-two when I met her. She was a graduate assistant at the university, and was taking lessons in between traveling to competitions around the world. She would stay after class, and gradually we developed a friendship based around our mutual understanding of the time sacrifices necessary to excel in any art. To our delight, we discovered that I knew more about Japanese culture and philosophy than she did, and she knew more about western art and its underpinning philosophies than I did. We would sometimes go for a disciplined single flask of sake, and talk and talk while we slowly drank the hot pungent wine.

One evening, a few days before I would leave to come back home, she said, “Tonight you should come and see the heart of my world” and without waiting for an answer, took me by the hand and led me out into the street. A few minutes later we were at the studio where she taught and practiced. I knew she was right, she must spend twelve hours a day in this room. The room was dominated by a Steinway grand piano, and a large reproduction on the wall of Klimt’s “The Kiss”. She looked at the painting, and then looked at me and, with an expression that was both teasing and deadly serious at the same time said “Inspiration, hai…” and then stepped towards me.

For a long second I stood transfixed, and then we kissed, and her breath was so young and sweet as she opened her mouth to me. Her tongue was greedy, and she pushed it deeply into my mouth. I loved her erotic aggression as she pressed herself tightly against me, while continuing her tongue’s assault. I returned her aggression by moving my hands to her ass, and pulling her tight against my erection. Gently at first, I pumped against her pelvis, my hands pulling her into each of my thrusts. Her yellow sundress was maddeningly thin against my fingers, and I wanted to rip it off of her as she began to meet the rhythm of my thrusts with her own deepening thrusts. My hands, now free of the need to enforce my thrusts against her, moved to the shower of her hair, glorying in the thick smooth texture of it, releasing the scent of its oils for me to inhale and savour.

Desperately, I opened my eyes and looked around the studio. As if a prayer was answered, I saw the thick quilted travel cover of the Steinway. I broke the contact between our mouths and bodies and took her hand, as I crossed the studio and took the cover and spread it out on the floor. I knelt down on the soft quilted cover, and still holding her hand, gently pulled her down towards me. There was a slight resistance in her hand, and as I looked into her eyes, I could feel her uncertainty. But her doubt faded as her eyes drifted to my mouth, and traced the muscles of my arm holding her hand. She joined me on the quilt, and once again pressed her body tightly against mine. As we kissed, I gently lowered her onto her back, fanning out the thick jet locks against the white of the quilt.

I was now on top of her, and as we kissed, our bodies arched and strained at each other, longing for even more contact. As my lips felt for the pulse at her throat, I heard her breathing ragged in my ear. My tongue traced the path of her wildly pumping blood underneath the thin skin of her neck as my hand felt for the buttons running down the front of her dress. As I loosened the last button down to her waist, I sat up to spread apart the two sides. I was thankfully greeted by the sight of a plain white bra that fastened in the front. Quickly I undid the clasp, and moved aside the thin material, The two treasures that lay before my eyes were small, but perfectly formed, with nipples that I would learn later were lighter in colour than is usual for oriental women. “Utsukushii”, I said, as I gently massaged her left breast, and smiled as I looked into her beautiful slanting eyes. She closed her eyes as I leaned down to take her right breast into my mouth. Her nipple felt alive in my mouth as my tongue circled it, and contrasted against the incredibly delicate skin around it as my mouth softly sucked. As my tongue drew a wet line across her chest from her right to left breast, she whispered, “ai ta kokoro”.

While my mouth reveled in the taste of her breasts, my left hand moved back to her mouth, my thumb lightly caressing her lips, now parted as she breathed more and more deeply. Her tongue wet her lips, lubricating the path my thumb traveled. Then she took my hand in hers, and pushed my thumb into her mouth, her tongue caressing and her mouth sucking, in imitation of what I was doing to her breasts. Her hands reached down, to pull me closer into her pelvis, and I moved back up to kiss her deeply once again.

I reached down, and lifted her slightly as I pulled the dress up higher. Now I could grind directly between her parted legs. Her mouth opened wider, and although this would have been artless in a more experienced lover, I understood her meaning: she was completely open to me. I again reached down, and unzipped my fly and eased out my totally engorged penis. Placing it against the entrance to her vagina through her panties, I could feel that the thin cotton was soaked with her excitement. I began with tiny thrusts, and the thin damp fabric molded itself to the tip of my penis as it eased bit by bit deeper into her. Her tongue aped my penis, thrusting into my mouth as I thrust into her. Her hands reached down to feel my buttocks, not pushing, but almost as if she were measuring with her hands the depth of each thrust.

I could no longer stand the teasing I had started, and reached down a last time to pull the panties aside, uncovering the goal of our maddening desire. I began to slowly ease into her, the angle made awkward by the panties. I got to a point of resistance, and I withdrew, thinking somehow the panties were interfering. My fingers pulled the flimsy cotton further aside, and my index finger slipped into her.

To my shock, it encountered an intact hymen! She sensed my surprise, and as our lips parted, I met her eyes with mine. “Are you sure, Yuki”, I asked, too shocked to try and say it in Japanese. “Hai” she whispered, and added a string of words that I could not understand. Years later, she would tell me that she had said we had been lovers already for a long time, and this act was merely the physical confirmation of that fact.

I stood up and disrobed in front of her, wanting her to see the offering of my body I would make to her, as she was offering herself to me. As I stood naked before her, my penis was pulsing to the blood flowing through it. She laughed and said, “Look, metronome!”. I laughed too, and suddenly we were friends again in the moment, as well as lovers. Smiling still, she slid her panties off and said, “Now come here to me.”

I joined her, and moved once again in between her legs. This time, I kissed her very gently, and she did not return the kiss with the earlier passion she had shown. Her eyes were closed, but I could not bear to close mine, wanting to watch her expression. I could tell she was concentrating deeply on the connection between our bodies, wanting to fix it in her memory, as I teased her clitoris with the tip of my penis. Finally, I could not bear it any more, and moved the tip lower, to start into her. As my penis reached her hymen, she moved reflexively away from it and the pain. After a few attempts, she had moved to the edge of the quilt. I moved her back down, and positioned her legs bent higher, and looped my left arm around her shoulders under her neck to anchor her firmly. My right hand positioned my penis once more, and I slowly thrust into her. My arm flexed smoothly and held her in place as her body moved away from the thrust, and I could feel the resistance against my penis. I eased back, and then thrust slowly forward once more, with just a little more pressure, and a little more penetration. On the third thrust, I could actually feel the membrane rupture against the upper side of my penis. As I eased back and thrust slowly forward again, the membrane burst on the lower side as well, and my tip of my penis was welcomed into her warm wet vagina. This time I did not pull back, but merely paused, and then thrust a little more deeply, now no longer encountering any resistance except the tightness of her virginal cunt. I was finally all the way in, and could feel the wonderful tightness of her all along my shaft, as the tip pressed against her cervix.

By this point, I was actually shuddering with excitement, and knew that if I started thrusting in earnest, I would come nearly right away. So I smoothed back a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead and asked if we could stay like this for a moment. Her dark eyes opened, and she said nothing, but nodded her agreement, as I caressed her dear face. I closed my eyes and concentrated on remembering the texture of her face and hair as I stroked her, all the while aware that I was regaining a measure of control.

I could finally start again, this time with the tiniest movements, only slowly increasing the depth of the thrusts. Her arms reached for my buttocks again, once more feeling the pace and depth of each stroke. We kissed again, and I could feel that she was beginning to feel once more the pleasure our bodies were giving to each other. As I grew confident in the fact that I was giving her now pleasure and not pain, I sat up so that I could now massage her clitoris as I thrust inside her. Her hand made little scratching movements on my arm in time to my stimulation of her clitoris, and her hips began to thrust back at me, ordering my thrusts to her own rhythm.

I opened my eyes once more to watch her. Her eyes were still closed in concentration, and I looked down to where our bodies were joined, marveling as my cock moved in synchronization to the bucking of her hips. As I looked back to her face, she sucked her lower lip in, her brow slightly furrowed as she kept accelerating the pace of our thrusting. She gasped out loud as she came, and I thrust as deep as I could inside her, feeling her love muscles rhythmically clamping around my shaft, sending me over the edge as I strove to empty my semen as deeply and fully as I could into her.

I lay down on her once again to kiss, and she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth as her arms this time held me tightly against her, in imitation of how I had held her.

“Now you are mine forever” she said, and she is right, for I will never forget her, and I often go to the web site of her artist management to check her concert schedule and imagine her in each different city. We still chat, and sometime I hope to enjoy a flask of sake with her once again.

Eddie wrote:

'Members are to write a peace of originally written erotic fiction, the ladies can judge which peace is best. I shall sponsor a generous prize personally.'

We seem to have been met with a wall of indifference in terms of judging! We need feedback, ladies! Otherwise we will never learn what generous prize Eddie is sponsoring (trip for two to the Seychelles? Dinner for two at McDonalds? Lindt chocolates and massage oil?).

So please ladies, let us have your comments. You might even spark a few more entries from the rest of the guys!

THE JANITOR

Alex slowly pushed his rolling trash receptacle from desk to desk, stopping at each one to empty the small trash containers, dump the ash trays, and give each desktop a quick dusting if necessary! 'Boy,' he thought to himself, 'they all got MBA's, but they still don't know enough not to toss half filled cups of coffee into their trash cans.' Alex was in charge of cleaning three offices on the twenty eighth floor, one an insurance brokerage firm, another an import export company, and finally, the largest one, an investment banking company, which happened to be the one he was working on right now! It was easy work, and by working nights he didn't have the hassle of bad traffic, and he could also spend his days doing what he really loved, which was to paint. After coming to the end of the row, he ducked into a small private office and was in the process of dumping the trash when a memo written in red caught his eye. He picked it up and read, 'Blue Tree Industries being sold within 60 days, for sure price will double, maybe even do better than that. My advice is to buy in small lots using off shore and foreign accounts, if we do it right, we can make a half a million easy. Be careful. V.' Alex stared at the memo for a minute or two, letting the magnitude of what he was reading sink in. If, and this was a big if, if this was true, V was taking part in a little insider trading, a definite no-no! Alex shoved the crumpled note into his shirt pocket and continued with his rounds.

He got home at around six thirty in the morning, and as was his custom, he put on a pot of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table to read the morning paper, but his thoughts kept coming back to the memo he had found in V's garbage. He sat down at his already booted up computer, went into his e-mail site and typed, 'Am intrigued by your interest in Blue Tree Industries, let's meet and see if we have anything else in common ... Today at 2 p.m.at the coffee shop in your building. Don't be late!' After hesitating a moment, he hit the send box, and his message was gone.

Nervously Alex sipped his cup of cappuccino while he waited for two o'clock and V to arrive. He kept looking at his watch, while wondering if this wasn't a big mistake, and maybe he should just get up and leave when she appeared inside the front door and started surveying the crowd 'Here goes nothing,' he said to under his breath while standing up and motioning her over to his table. He had seen her before in her office when she was working late, and to say that she was a stunning woman would not have done her justice, with her short blonde hair, a beautiful face, and a figure to die for. When she reached his table she sat down and immediately tried to dominate the conversation. 'I should have known,' she said while shaking her head, 'the janitor, I never would have figured that, and by the way, you have nothing, who would ever believe you!?!' He leaned back in his chair after having let her vent a little and replied softly, 'Oh, I don't know, maybe someone down at the JSE Surveillance Department might be interested.' 'Humph,' she snorted, 'all you have is a scribbled note, not a whole lot of proof, it's nothing but air.'

'Well,' he said smoothly, 'maybe you're right, but since Friday was a holiday, and your note was written on Thursday, and I didn't find it until early Sunday morning, I think we can assume that your compatriot has already done the dirty deed, it shouldn't be to hard for the JSE boys to find out who's been buying up Blue Tree shares over the weekend.' She looked at him hard for a moment and replied more softly, 'How in the hell did a janitor get so smart?' 'Oh, I don't know,' he said smoothly, 'maybe since he has an MBA he's just a little sharper than the average janitor.' She slumped down in her chair a little and in a defeated voice asked, 'Okay, what do you want?' He looked at her for a second and said to himself, 'Gotcha!'

After leaving the coffee shop together, she took him by the arm and said, 'Please tell me what you want, is it money, how much?!' He looked into her arctic blue eyes and asked, 'Tell me, Valerie, what colour panties are you wearing?' 'You can't speak to me that way,' she gasped. 'Really,' he said a matter of factly, 'I think I can talk to you any damn way I please, and the question still stands, what colour are they?!' 'I-I won't tell you,' she blubbered, 'it's none of your business.' With his voice growing cold he offered, 'Don't test my patience, honey, I have a real knack at sending e-mails, and my first one is to the JSE Surveillance Department and next one is to your boss.' With that last sentence sinking in all of the starch went out of her and she answered softly, 'They're white, white nylon!' Now taking her by the arm and leading her to the elevator he whispered, 'See, wasn't that easy, so tell me, Valerie, what size bra do you wear?!' She gave him a dirty look and replied, '36D, if it's any of your business.' While chuckling softly he retorted, 'it is, baby, it is.'

He stopped the elevator on the tenth floor and held the door open for her as she asked, 'What are we doing here, my office is on twenty eight?!' 'You're right, of course,' he answered, 'but there's an office down here I'd like you to see, follow me.' After using his pass key to gain entry, she opined, 'this office is unoccupied, I don't see..........' He interrupted her in mid sentence and ordered, 'Okay baby, let's see what you have on underneath that conservative business suit, come on, off with it.' 'If you think you can get away with this,' she spat, 'you have another thing coming.' 'Honey,' he said easily, 'I am getting away with it, so unless you wanna make the front page in the Business Day you'll get moving on those clothes.' Again the resignation shown all over her face as she started to unbutton her coal gray jacket, and Alex just stood back and watched as she began losing her things. When she was down to her bra and panties, she shivered a little, both from the embarrassment of her predicament, and the coolness of the air in the empty office, and of course, her nipples stiffened immediately as the capillaries contracted in her large breasts. 'W-why won't you just take my money,' she asked with a quiver in her voice!? 'I've got a degree in business and work as a janitor,' he replied, 'it must be pretty obvious I don't have much interest in money, so come on, off with the rest of it.

'Holy smokes,' he whispered through dry lips, 'turn around and let me see your ass.' As Valerie did a full turn, Alex's cock was now hard as a piece of blue steel inside of his work pants. He gently pushed her to her knees, and in a soft voice ordered, 'Okay, baby, take it out and do what I'm sure you do best.' Even though she was repulsed by the whole situation, she couldn't help but feel a little tug in her pussy as she extracted Alex's big cock and gently caressed it in her soft warm hand! 'What are you waiting for,' he asked, 'do it!' Gingerly she moved her head forward while opening her mouth and letting the smooth velvety head slip past her lips. 'Oh, god,' he moaned, 'you do that so well, you must have had a lot of practice.' As much as she detested this miserable excuse for a human being, with a body so attuned to her sexuality, her pussy involuntarily convulsed and drenched itself with an absolute torrent of Bartholin's fluid. Alex tensed up as Valerie's mouth moved into overdrive, and unlike he normally would, he offered no warning to the hot little cock sucker when his balls retracted and he filled her mouth with a hot sperm shooter, and much to his surprise, she hungrily gulped it all down while moaning in the process.

Alex slumped against an unused desk while Valerie stared up at him expectantly and said, 'So, is that it, or am I gonna get some of that stuff?' He pulled her to her feet, plopped her pretty ass on the edge of the desk, and then took his place between her legs and nonchalantly began tonguing her drooling slit. 'She moaned loudly, and much to his glee, put her hand behind his head and pulled his face hard into her cunt, indicating that she was more than making the best of a bad situation. 'Eat my pussy, you piece of shit, suck my fucking hot pussy,' she said between moans. Now Alex had sucked a lot of pussy in his day, but Valerie the stock broker had the sweetest and most responsive organ he had ever had the pleasure of sucking on. She was quickly approaching her orgasm when all at once he pulled away and asked her if she had a cell phone with her. When she said it was in her brief case, he went over and grabbed it, tossed it to her, and ordered, 'Call your mother and tell you just called to see how she's doing.' 'But why,' Valerie asked, 'I never call her during the day.' 'Just do it,' he replied, as he waited and watched her dial the number while giving him a shrug.

'Uh, hi mom,' she said gaily, 'it's Val ... me too ... how's dad?' It was just when her mother was about to regale her with a story about her father, that Alex slipped back between her legs and buried his tongue deep inside of her unaware pussy. 'Oooomph,' she stammered upon contact, 'oh, my.' 'What's the matter, dear,' her mother asked in a concerned voice, ' are you aright, honey?' Through gritted teeth Valerie replied, 'I-I'm fine, mom, n-no problem,' while Alex chuckled a little into her hot pussy, as he enjoyed the extreme discomfort that Valerie was feeling as she tried to keep her composure while getting her pussy eaten. 'Yeah, mom,' she said through gritted teeth, 'yes, I'll do that, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, uh yes, tell daddy that I love him, bye now.' 'Oh, you,' she said with a furious voice, 'that was my mother, what are you trying to do to me?!' 'Oh, just this,' he said, as he drove his tongue hard directly on to her clit, which caused her pussy to convulse in a brutal orgasm.

After taking a few moments to recuperate, Valerie looked at her watch, jumped up, and said, 'Oh goodness, I have to get back to the office, I do have a job you know.' 'Uh, sure,' he replied languidly, 'but leave the panties, I want them as a souvenir.' 'What a pervert,' she said with a shake of her head, 'go ahead, keep them, but I'm outa here.' Alex yelled good bye as she flew out the door, but all he got was a quick wave of her hand as the door slammed shut. She acted as though that this was last time she was going to see him, but she was sorely mistaken.

After giving her ten minutes to get to her desk, he pulled out his own phone and dialled her number. After three rings, a female voice intoned, 'This is Val, how may I help you?' 'I just called to say how much I enjoyed our little interlude,' he said softly, 'I hope you did too.' Quickly she hissed into the receiver, 'Don't ever call me here, I'm working and don't have any time to waste speaking with you.' She was just about to hang up when he replied, 'How would you like me to send your panties up to your boss? They have a really nice scent on them, I'm sure he'll be duly impressed.' 'What do you want,' she demanded, 'make it snappy!' 'I just want you to know that I'm masturbating thinking about your lips,' he responded, 'did you know they were the sweetest lips I've ever tasted?' 'Y-you're crazy,' she stammered, 'I'm going to hang up now, good bye.' 'If you hang up,' he shot back quickly, 'I'll call your boss, now tell me, how does your pussy feel without panties on?' 'It feels just fine,' she said in an exasperated voice, 'now, I have to go, I have work to do here.'

'Tell me, Valerie,' he asked while ignoring her pleas, 'did you love it when my tongue was in your pussy?' 'Alex, I've gotta go now,' she whined, “please let me get back to work.' 'First tell me if you liked it when my tongue was in you,' he insisted. 'Yes, yes, it was great,' she whispered, 'are you satisfied, may I please go now?' 'In a minute,' he replied, 'tell me one more thing, are you wet right now, are your lips bulging out full and plump, and needy for my warm mouth and tongue.' 'I can't talk now,' she moaned, 'there are people around me.' 'The only way I'm going to let you hang up is if you have an orgasm for me over the phone,' he intoned evenly, 'so tell me, are your lips all full and plump.' 'Oh, Jesus,' she moaned, 'please, leave me alone.' 'Valerie,' he said softly, 'there's only one way I'll hang up the phone, you have to do something for me first' 'What,' she demanded, 'tell me what you want me to do?' 'Remember how nice and wet your pussy was just before you came,' he asked softly. 'Yes,' she replied a little more amiably, 'of course I remember' 'Good,' he said, 'because I want you to squeeze your thighs together and have a nice hard orgasm for me over the phone, and further more, I want you to tell me how turned on you are as you do it.' 'I-I can't,' she moaned, 'someone might see or hear me.' 'Lucky for them,' he said with a laugh, 'now, dear, I know that you're already nice and wet, so why don't you just make the best of it and do as you're told.' 'Okay,' she said, 'I'll try, but it won't be easy, everyone is here.'

'Valerie,' he whispered, 'tell me about your vagina, do you masturbate a lot?' 'Um,' she stammered, 'sometimes, but usually my boyfriend takes care of me.' 'That sounds interesting,' he went on, 'does he love sucking your wet pussy.' 'Oh yes,' she gasped, 'he loves sucking me.' 'Is that why you shave your vulva,' he asked, 'so your boyfriend can suck you better?' 'Y-yes,' he stammered, 'he shaves it for me, we make a game out of it.' 'Are you wet right now, dear,' he asked. 'Jesus fucking Christ, yes,' she groaned, 'oh god, gotta keep quiet, Tom just looked over at me.' 'Have you ever fucked him,' Alex asked. 'You mean, Tom,' she asked, 'no, never!' 'Maybe I should call him up and tell him about your wet pussy,' he said half seriously. 'No, please don't,' she begged, 'I'm so mixed up, I don't know what to do anymore.' 'You know why, don't you?' he asked softly. 'Tell me,' she panted. 'It's because you are very aroused and need to have a climax,' he replied, 'the head of your clit is just about ready to explode, and really that's the only thing that's important to you right now isn't it, Valerie?!' 'Yes, yes,' she moaned again, 'gotta get my clit off, it’s driving me crazy, can't quite get there, very close, but so far away.' 'You know what you're gonna have to do, don't you?' he asked. 'W-what,' she stammered. 'You're gonna have to touch it with your fingers,' he told her, 'it's the only way you can make it.' 'Oh, no,' she fairly shrieked, 'I can't do that, no way.' 'Well then,' he asked seriously, 'do you have something long and thin you could slip up your dress and do your clit with.' 'Just a ruler,' she whispered! 'Good, girl,' he rejoined, 'now slide it up there and do it.'

'I-I have to spread my legs a little,' she stumbled, 'no one's looking, oh my, I did it, it's up under my dress.' 'Oh dear,' she groaned softly, 'this is incredible, I'm touching my clit with all these people around me, I'm gonna orgasm, oh my, it's gonna be so hard.' 'Do it for me, Valerie,' he implored her, 'do your clitty for me, have a huge orgasm with all your friends around you.' The sound she made was pure animal, guttural really, as her pussy was savaged by a vicious orgasm that left her quivering like a bowl of Jelly! 'Feel better now?' he asked casually.' P-please may I hang up now?' she asked softly. 'I guess,' he replied, 'but remember, from now on, your lips are mine, got it?!' 'Yes,' she answered quietly, 'I've got it!!'

Not to rain on your parade, Fanta C... But I stuck the first line into google and got FIVE hits, all with this story (these two are the least dodgy, as one site I was stopped from going to by my virus protection program):

http://www.4freestories.com/stories/office-blackmail

http://www.eroticepics.com/20.htm


I'll remind you of the TITLE of the thread:
UNPLAGIARIZED, ORIGINALLY written Erotic Fiction !!!

BUSTED!!! What a dick head!

That is so weak. Fanta C, you could have at least plagiarised something better. Well spotted, PunterS.