Fan Fiction UNLEASHED...not for the sex timid...
ok, not much happened the last week as I was sickly the whole time but now I'm back and feel like writing some official horny tales. I'm debuting one below...read, enjoy and let me know if you think I have a professional future:
The Ball of the Year
Couples swirled about the dance floor at Famke Hersh's annual soire. Every year she gathered her friends and colleagues at the local ball room for dancing and dishing. Famke was a successful, vivacious lawyer who had a passion for entertaining and a reputation for entertaining younger men.
Normally, Famke hired the Ambrosia Catering service to host her parties but she decided to go with someone different this year. Earlier in the year she attended a social gathering at a colleague's home where she set her eyes on a dark haired young man who was starting his own catering business. She had noticed his attention to details and his desire to please his clients. Joss Pendleton had been excited to receive the call from Famke, asking him to host her soire. See, not only had Famke noticed Joss, but he had eyed her as well.
Famke walked through the couples on the dance floor in her burgundy dress that flowed down her body and draped off of her curvacious hips. Joss had caught a glimpse of her while attending a table and thought she resembled a fine bottle of wine, just waiting to be tasted. As she passed Joss, she dropped a napkin at his feet and slipped into the kitchen. Joss hunched down and picked up the napking only to realize there was writing on it. It read "Kitchen." His eyes drifted to the door she had passed through.
As he headed for the door, his staff slowly filed out of the kitchen to attend to various tables. His heart began beating with anticipation and something stirred within him. He opened the door to find Famke sitting on the counter with her legs crossed, pouring two glasses of wine, a burgundy wine to be precise. She motioned for him to join her.
"The turnout has been great and the service has been wonderful. Everyone's having such a wonderful time so I thought you deserved a special treat."
Joss took a glass of wine and said "what did you have in mind?"
Famke reached for a bowl of strawberries nearby. She selected a large one from the bowl and slowly ran it across her lips. She then took a bite, letting the juices within to dribble down her lip.
"I'll get that for you." Joss set his glass aside, pulled her gently from the counter and moved in for the kiss.
Famke put a finger to his lips. "Not so fast. I tell you when. I am, after all, your client."
Famke took Joss's hand and ran it up her dress to her sweet spot. With her other hand, she reached for another strawberry. This one she took up her dress and began to rub herself with. She had a special dip for this strawberry! She pulled it back out, dripping with her nectar and ran it across Joss's lips. He was excited by the sensation of the strawberry's rough textures sliding across his now lubricated lips.
"Bite it," urged Famke.
Joss bit the strawberry and Famke moved in mingling the juices on their lips. Joss gripped her passionately as their tongues slid across each other in a hot kiss. Famke ran her hands down Joss's chest and around to his nice round buttocks. She gave a hard squeeze which seemed to push something to the front. Joss's manliness had risen to a pleasing hight in his pants. She brought a hand to the front and caressed his love member.
Joss's hands slid down her slender neck and gently slid her shoulder straps over her arms. Her dress simply fell away revealing a lacy, violet brazier and no panties. He slid his hands over the lacy frills and cupped her breasts, nuzzling his face between. Her head reared back, revealing her beautiful neck which his lips could not deny. He ran his lips from her breasts, up her neck and to her ear where he whispered gently.
Famke worked Joss's jacket off, gripped the sides of his under shirt and pulled it up over his head with force. He stared at her with his bottom lip jutting out from his chiseled face. Famke pulled him in and nibbled at his lip playfully while running her hands along his toned, bare chest. As her fingers strolled across their new playground, Joss's fingers worked her brazier off with ease. His teeth found her attentive nipples and he nibbled gently. He let his tongue venture along her breast to the boundries and then returned to his favorite place at the tip.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmm," she moaned with ecstasy. She hadn't even noticed how fast he had moved from her breasts to her sweet spot, probing and tasting to her delight, and his. The more she moaned and squirmed, the more intense his play was. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as he found the perfect rythm. "Yes!" she cried.
As the moment settled, Famke wanted to play. She unbuckled his belt and worked open his fly with her nimble fingers. She slowly slid his slacks down revealing his tight, muscular flanks. As she slid his pants down further, it began to reveal the bulge she had been toying with earlier and she was not disappointed. She admired his shaft which was throbbing with anticipation. At the tip was a drop of his manly ambrosia. She let her tongue spread the drop around the head, first slowly, than faster and faster until she plunged it deep into her throat. "Unnngghhh," he moaned. The anticipation had been building and her sudden advance sent a wave of pleasure and excitement through him. She continued to work as his hands helped guide her motion by gripping the back of her head firmly.
A loud smack sounded as she released her hold on his shaft. He brought her up and lifted her up against the counter, positioning himself inside her temple. She locked her toned legs around his waste as he began to pump her with pleasure. Her sweaty breasts began sliding against his chest, further sending waves of pleasurable sensations through their bodies. Famke explored every rippling muscle in his back as he took her to a place far from the party.
Joss was getting close so he pulled out and guided Famke to a reversed position. He bent her over the counter and continued his rythm while reaching around to rub her zone. Famke's tongue rolled out over her teeth as she revelled in the grunting behind her. The sounds between them grew steadily and more rapidly. Then Famke felt it, the pulsing and warmth of his climax. It immediately filled her with thrill and excitement and she joined him in ecstacy. "Aaaooooohhhhhh....unghhh, unghhh."
He leaned over closer to her, nuzzling her neck. She could feel his warmth along her back. Joss whispered in her ear, "so, ma'am, do I get a tip for my service?"
Famke turned her head and smiled. "Sure. Don't cum so fast next time."
The End
The Ball of the Year
Couples swirled about the dance floor at Famke Hersh's annual soire. Every year she gathered her friends and colleagues at the local ball room for dancing and dishing. Famke was a successful, vivacious lawyer who had a passion for entertaining and a reputation for entertaining younger men.
Normally, Famke hired the Ambrosia Catering service to host her parties but she decided to go with someone different this year. Earlier in the year she attended a social gathering at a colleague's home where she set her eyes on a dark haired young man who was starting his own catering business. She had noticed his attention to details and his desire to please his clients. Joss Pendleton had been excited to receive the call from Famke, asking him to host her soire. See, not only had Famke noticed Joss, but he had eyed her as well.
Famke walked through the couples on the dance floor in her burgundy dress that flowed down her body and draped off of her curvacious hips. Joss had caught a glimpse of her while attending a table and thought she resembled a fine bottle of wine, just waiting to be tasted. As she passed Joss, she dropped a napkin at his feet and slipped into the kitchen. Joss hunched down and picked up the napking only to realize there was writing on it. It read "Kitchen." His eyes drifted to the door she had passed through.
As he headed for the door, his staff slowly filed out of the kitchen to attend to various tables. His heart began beating with anticipation and something stirred within him. He opened the door to find Famke sitting on the counter with her legs crossed, pouring two glasses of wine, a burgundy wine to be precise. She motioned for him to join her.
"The turnout has been great and the service has been wonderful. Everyone's having such a wonderful time so I thought you deserved a special treat."
Joss took a glass of wine and said "what did you have in mind?"
Famke reached for a bowl of strawberries nearby. She selected a large one from the bowl and slowly ran it across her lips. She then took a bite, letting the juices within to dribble down her lip.
"I'll get that for you." Joss set his glass aside, pulled her gently from the counter and moved in for the kiss.
Famke put a finger to his lips. "Not so fast. I tell you when. I am, after all, your client."
Famke took Joss's hand and ran it up her dress to her sweet spot. With her other hand, she reached for another strawberry. This one she took up her dress and began to rub herself with. She had a special dip for this strawberry! She pulled it back out, dripping with her nectar and ran it across Joss's lips. He was excited by the sensation of the strawberry's rough textures sliding across his now lubricated lips.
"Bite it," urged Famke.
Joss bit the strawberry and Famke moved in mingling the juices on their lips. Joss gripped her passionately as their tongues slid across each other in a hot kiss. Famke ran her hands down Joss's chest and around to his nice round buttocks. She gave a hard squeeze which seemed to push something to the front. Joss's manliness had risen to a pleasing hight in his pants. She brought a hand to the front and caressed his love member.
Joss's hands slid down her slender neck and gently slid her shoulder straps over her arms. Her dress simply fell away revealing a lacy, violet brazier and no panties. He slid his hands over the lacy frills and cupped her breasts, nuzzling his face between. Her head reared back, revealing her beautiful neck which his lips could not deny. He ran his lips from her breasts, up her neck and to her ear where he whispered gently.
Famke worked Joss's jacket off, gripped the sides of his under shirt and pulled it up over his head with force. He stared at her with his bottom lip jutting out from his chiseled face. Famke pulled him in and nibbled at his lip playfully while running her hands along his toned, bare chest. As her fingers strolled across their new playground, Joss's fingers worked her brazier off with ease. His teeth found her attentive nipples and he nibbled gently. He let his tongue venture along her breast to the boundries and then returned to his favorite place at the tip.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmm," she moaned with ecstasy. She hadn't even noticed how fast he had moved from her breasts to her sweet spot, probing and tasting to her delight, and his. The more she moaned and squirmed, the more intense his play was. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as he found the perfect rythm. "Yes!" she cried.
As the moment settled, Famke wanted to play. She unbuckled his belt and worked open his fly with her nimble fingers. She slowly slid his slacks down revealing his tight, muscular flanks. As she slid his pants down further, it began to reveal the bulge she had been toying with earlier and she was not disappointed. She admired his shaft which was throbbing with anticipation. At the tip was a drop of his manly ambrosia. She let her tongue spread the drop around the head, first slowly, than faster and faster until she plunged it deep into her throat. "Unnngghhh," he moaned. The anticipation had been building and her sudden advance sent a wave of pleasure and excitement through him. She continued to work as his hands helped guide her motion by gripping the back of her head firmly.
A loud smack sounded as she released her hold on his shaft. He brought her up and lifted her up against the counter, positioning himself inside her temple. She locked her toned legs around his waste as he began to pump her with pleasure. Her sweaty breasts began sliding against his chest, further sending waves of pleasurable sensations through their bodies. Famke explored every rippling muscle in his back as he took her to a place far from the party.
Joss was getting close so he pulled out and guided Famke to a reversed position. He bent her over the counter and continued his rythm while reaching around to rub her zone. Famke's tongue rolled out over her teeth as she revelled in the grunting behind her. The sounds between them grew steadily and more rapidly. Then Famke felt it, the pulsing and warmth of his climax. It immediately filled her with thrill and excitement and she joined him in ecstacy. "Aaaooooohhhhhh....unghhh, unghhh."
He leaned over closer to her, nuzzling her neck. She could feel his warmth along her back. Joss whispered in her ear, "so, ma'am, do I get a tip for my service?"
Famke turned her head and smiled. "Sure. Don't cum so fast next time."
The End