PLAYBOY GIFT BASKETS
From The Diary of:
Kim Kardoni
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He held my face and kissed me tenderly, skillfully his kisses intensified, aroused me, drove me out of my mind. Some men can kiss and some can't--Mac could.
Unable to resist, I lost control and closed my eyes allowing myself to be swept up by him--lost in lust over him--kissing him back with everything I had to give.
Helpless, I couldn't stop kissing him. Didn't want to. His hand slipped inside the silky black folds of my deep neckline and cupped my breast--his other hand slipped around to my bare back and slid down my spine to play with the small of my back leaving me hopelessly lost in the sweetness of his arms, keeping me needy and wanting him to stay forever.
Burying his head between my breasts he murmured, "Oh my gawd Kim, I've wanted to do that for hours, since I first saw you tonight."
Never hearing him talk like that before, it was almost like being with a stranger, yet it wasn't, it felt natural like, as if he should always talk like that, as if he'd bottled it all up and had been saving it for me.
Raising his head and looking me straight in the eyes, he continued talking.
"Kimmy, you walking in that dinning room, tonight, looking like you did, I could tell you wanted me as much as I've wanted you. It was that look in your eye that told me--you looked so ready--so hot. "
Halfheartedly I pushed him away, "Yeah. you got to me too. But we can't do this, we need to get to know each other better, not rush things."
I didn't mean it, but for some crazy reason I felt compelled to say it, maybe I didn't want to go down without a fight.
It was a stupid thing to say, especially since we'd known each other for over a year and worked closely every day.
"I know, I understand," he said--then he was kissing all over me again--sliding my dress off as I unbuckled his trousers.
Like a crazed woman I told him, "Okay, you win, but take your pants off, I wanna see all of you."
"Not until I do this," he growled, popping out his unbelievable thick cock and wrapping my palm around it.
"Oh Mac, you feel so good . . ."
"I grew it just for you," he said as he put his hand over mine and together we slowly stroked it.
Breathing hard he said, "I'll make a deal with you, you like deals and trades, tell you what, you give me a show, I'll give you a show."
"More Mac," I said matching him breath for breath, "tell me more."
"I need you to show me, you want me, as much as I want you. In other words make a believer out of me sweet woman."
"What if I tell you for half of your clothes I'll give you half of mine. How's that for deal?"
"Sold, baby, sold . . . but only if you make sure that includes your bra and panties."
"You drive a hard bargain . . ." I said chuckling inside.
"Hey sweet cheeks, I'm not greedy, tell you what, I'll let you keep on your garter belt, stockings and those fuck me high heels."
"Now who's driving a hard bargain? I'll get even. I'll spoil you for any other woman, ravage you--get your juices flowing with mine--make you want me day and night, torture you with my unbridled lust."
Rolling me on top of him and stroking my breasts he said, "You wild vixen, do you know how much I want you, how perfect you are for me?"
Unfastening my bra, he found my nips and lightly bit them before burying his head between them and sucking me like a baby, causing me to plead, to call out.
"Migawd. Oh migawd, yes, baby, yes . . ."
Moving further down on me, he spread my legs wide and within seconds his head was between my thighs and his big tongue transported me to an unknown paradise I never wanted to leave.
Writhing I grabbed a pillow in desperation and covered my face as waves of passion swept over me, rousing up my body, making it flush, driving me to call out, moan and groan, all desire to suppress my pleasure, totally vanished into the ethers.
Just when I thought I couldn't stand another minute, I was hit with the unmistakable signs of
a climax about to happen--I went with it and soon reached the ultimate peak and cried out.
"OH, YES. OMG. YESSSS!"
Emerging from between my thighs, like a mixed puppy dog and mature pit bull, he looked up and asked me, "You like that, huh?"
"How could you tell," I groaned, embarrassed to look up, but then as if a light bulb went off, I threw the pillow away and reached for the gift basket on
the night stand.
Getting the idea, he took the basket from me and ripped off its gold cellophane wrapping and black Playboy gift card--lifting out the long row of condom packets--he tore off a Cherry Trojan.
Not missing a beat, he opened it up and let me help him roll it on down his throbbing cock.
"What do you think sweet baby, are you ready to try it out?"
Before I had a chance to say anything, he'd moved on top of me. And this time I made no effort to stop him, I needed him so bad, deep inside me, all the way in, filling me up.
Surrender was easy now and no questions remained about what was right or wrong, I knew what I wanted.
"Make love to me," I whispered, or fuck me, the choice is yours."
I felt a shudder go through him, his mouth was hot and hungry on mine, his tongue
thrust in and out of my mouth as his strong palms pressed me hard against his body.
Digging my nails into his back I moaned as I felt him finally thrust his cock deep inside me and fuck me fast like a mad man on a mission. His big cock was all mine, every last rock-hard inch of it as I rushed to meet it thrust for thrust until he came and me with him.
After it was all over and we rested on top of each other in the dark, and soaked in the sweetness of the moment.
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I didn't really care, but I had to ask just the same.
"Mac . . . " I said tentatively.
"What, baby," he asked, touching my lips.
"Did we make love or fuck?"
Chuckling he said,"Both baby, both. Let's just say I fucked the woman I love."
Tickling him, I laughed and said, "That's what I thought. Hey, do you think we'll ever do this again?"
"Are you kidding me? I'm not letting all those goodies in my Playboy Gift Basket
go to waste . . ."
"Your right. We can't let it go to waste, that'd be a shame. What do ya' think, are there enough goodies in that basket to last us a week?"
With a smirk on his face, he drew me close and said, "Hey, tell you what. Let's add our own version of Playboy Baskets to our new division, then we buy them personally from the business and enter them in our personal checkbooks under 'Retail Products We Love,' Account #5.
"I love you so much sweet man, the way your mind works, the way your body works, all of you, everything about you."
"Same here, baby."
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The End.
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