0 comments/ 63701 views/ 5 favorites Lunch Hour By: Tawny Brown She settled on the park bench, placing her purse next to her, and turned her attention to the man on his knees next to the bench. She sat watching him, kneeling before her in his dress slacks and starched white shirt, without giving him much more attention than she'd give anyone else in the park.. He held his cock in his hand, exposed to anyone who would walk up. His eyes were glued to her face, but he was sweating profusely and his face was beet red as was the head of his cock; red, angry and hard. "Are you embarrassed pet?" "No, Mistress." He stammered. "Don't lie, slave." "Maybe a little, Mistress." He never stopped stroking his cock, bringing himself to the edge of orgasm even as he feared being caught. "I love you, slave." "I love you, Mistress." His eyes glazed. His expression was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and embarrassment. His hand stroked swiftly. She knew he was approaching the edge fast. "Are you close?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you want it?" "Yes, Mistress. I want to come." His hand slowed as she looked on, watching him as if it were the most normal thing in the world for him to be on his knees in the park, fucking his hand for her. She pulled the portable pointer she had borrowed from the conference room from her purse and extended it to its full length. As his hand stroked, she leaned back nonchalantly and tapped his stroking hand sharply with the stick. He gasped from the bite and stopped stroking for a fraction of a second, then continued. The next blow landed on his thigh, then the other, and a fourth directly on the head of his cock. His groans echoed in the small grove of trees that secluded them from the rest of the park and his face reddened even more. He wanted to jump up and run, yet he was compelled to remain where he was, doing as she wished. After a few moments she rose, tapping him all over his shoulders with the pointer as she walked around him. "Stand." He did, balancing precariously as he tried to rise and continue stroking at the same time. Once he was standing she stuck her leg between his, parting his legs wide, then pushing him until he was bent over the bench. His pants were lowered just enough to expose his buttocks. She began to spank him with the pointer. Every blow eliciting a gasped cry. His cries turned to whimpers. "Mistress...." "Yes." "I can't hold it anymore. Permission? Please?" She slid one hand inside his pants, pressing her finger against the tight rosebud of his ass as she continued to swat his cheeks with the pointer. Tears streamed down his face. His hand was barely stroking. She could feel him trembling. His groans grew louder, and she grinned at the thought of someone rounding the corner and finding him this way. "Come, slut." With the utterance of the words, his hand increased to a frantic fury. He growled, his hips thrust, she continued to spank him, standing to the side of him so that she could watch. Within seconds his seed painted the park bench, and his knees nearly collapsed with the force of it. When the last drop had been forced from the head of his cock, she patted him on his reddened back side and ordered him to redress himself. As he was doing so, she handed him a small hand towel to clean the bench with. "Thank you for spending your lunch hour with me, Mistress." "You are most welcome, slut. I am glad we were both free today." "Yes, Mistress, so am I. May I have permission to go now? Judge Henley will not be happy with me if I am late. You know how he is." "Yes, darling. You may go now. She chuckled softly as he sprinted across the park toward the courthouse. She herself traveled at a more leisurely pace behind him. Ten minutes later, she watched the red flush creep up his cheeks as he looked over his notes and she took her seat at the defendant's table, across from him just as Judge Henley's gavel banged against the desk, calling the court to order. "Miss Driver, you are five minutes late for my court. Mr. Rose and I have been waiting for you." She lowered her head slightly as she opened her notebook, but her eyes cut to the table across from her, catching the guilty look on his face. "Yes, your Honor. I apologize. I was unavoidably detained." "Well, see that it does not happen again, or I'll have to punish you." She bit back a grin as he got choked and dropped his notebook on the floor, and with her most professional attitude, stepped forward as the judge instructed her to call her first witness. Lunch Hour Stretching, I walk down the long hall towards the lunchroom. It's been such a long night. I am glad to get a chance to relax for an hour. As I walk pass the open door of the conference room, an arm reaches out and pulls me inside. Thinking it is one of my friends, I turn to say something funny and the words die in my throat. Instead of one of the women in my department I see one of the guys from the mail-room. I had seen him many times going back and forth. I had even entertained a fantasy or two involving him. At night you find yourself thinking a lot of strange things to stay awake. As I stare at Greg, he shuts the door and we are left in almost total darkness. I see his outline as he steps towards me. "Very funny, Greg," I say as I step around him to the door. When my hand touches the handle, he steps up behind me pressing against the door. My chest is pressed firmly against the hard wood, my head is turned and my face is pressed there as well. I can feel his hard muscled body against my back. His breath is hot on my neck. "Oh, no, Tracy, you're not leaving just yet," he presses his hips suggestively against mine and places a kiss to my neck. I can feel my heart beat faster. Not exactly in fear, although I suppose there was an element of that. I did not think he would hurt me. "Look, Greg, this isn't funny. Let me go. I need to get back to work." I tried to sound firm and I pressed against the door trying to thrust him off me. He pressed back even more firmly, my chest compressed a little making it difficult to get a deep breath. I felt a little panicked at that and held still. "No, no, Tracy. You have a whole hour to relax with me. Now play nice," I feel his lips on my shoulder where it meets my neck. Then I feel his teeth as he bites down softly and starts to suck my skin. Despite myself I feel my body respond to his forcefulness. I had always fantasized about someone taking control. Not to hurt me but to give and receive pleasure. And I had thought about Greg many, many times over the last year, although never in this way. Knowing this was not the time and place for this, I attempted to reason with him. "Greg, we can't," my words are cut off as he bites down a bit harder and runs a hand down my to my waist, curving around me to pull my hips back against him. I could feel how hard he was as he thrust against me. "Oh, but we can Tracy, and we will. Trust me, we will," I can hear his words before his mouth went back to suckling my neck. I felt a hand move to the door and heard the click as he locked it, assuring no one would be coming in to interrupt. I feel him step away and he turns me to face him. His mouth immediately finds mine in the darkness and kisses me deep and hard. There is no gentleness or warmth. Just hard demanding passion. He turns me and backs me against the big conference table. The top is low, only coming to a little below my hips. With a nudge I hop on the table and he steps between my legs and wraps them around him. I try to wiggle away, thinking I should not just give into this. He pushes me until I am lying back on the table and he is leaning over me. It's a good thing the table is basically a huge block of metal covered in a sheet of thick wood. Otherwise I don't think it could have held us both. I use my hands to try and push him off me. He easily catches my hands and holds them over my head causing my chest to arch towards him. He uses one strong hand to hold both of mine and uses the other to push my shirt up revealing my breasts encased in a lacy black bra. He buries his face in my fragrant mounds and inhales my scent. I feel as well as hear his moan of pleasure. "I love the way you smell. I noticed it right from the start. You always smell so sexy," he mutters against my chest as he kisses and licks and sucks my breasts through the sheer bra. His hips are thrusting slowly against my parted thighs. I can't help but moan softly. I can feel my body responding to him. My panties must be soaked by now. "Please, Greg, we can't do this," I almost beg, my voice a hoarse whisper. I don't want to yell or scream; I don't want to alert anyone else. Despite how wrong this really is I don't feel like I am in danger. I know deep down I had wanted him for a very long time. This just is not the way I wanted him, here at work where anything could happen. Yet part of me was extremely turned on at his controlling manner. "Tracy, we are doing this. It is happening. You can't fight this. You want me. You have watched me for months. I could feel your eyes undressing me so many times. Yet any time I tried to talk to you, you would walk the other way. I decided to take things into my own hands," he said as he pinched my right nipple. Then he covered it with his hot mouth and sucked. "Oh, god," I moaned loudly arching up against his mouth, my legs tightening around his hips. "Mmmm, yes, Tracy. Feel what you do to me," he thrusts hard against me through my pants. I hear the sound of his zipper and see him shove his pants down. I struggle against his hold, not willing to give up just yet, even though I was thoroughly turned on. My pants are quickly stripped from my body. He is breathing harshly. He pulls my hips sliding me down the table until he is nestled against my damp folds. "Tracy, you feel so good, so smooth. I love that you shaved for me." He strokes his hard cock back and forth over me. My hips arch against him even as I tell myself I need to at least try to get through to him. "You want me as much as I want you, I can feel it." His cock is now stroking me up and down over my throbbing clit and slit. "Greg, Please!" I don't know if I am begging him to let me go or to stop teasing me. "Please what, Tracy? Please stop?" He pulls away teasingly only to press back again more firmly. "Or please do this?" He presses forward slowly allowing the head of his cock to enter me. "Yes," I moan out. I can feel myself getting wetter by the minute. "Is this what you want?" He presses a bit harder and more of him enters me. I arch my hips against him, trying to take him deeper but he chuckles and pulls almost all the way out. "Tell me what you want, Tracy." He leans forward and sucks my breast again through the bra then bites down on a hardened nipple. "Oh, god, please fuck me, Greg," I whimper. My whole body is on fire. All that matters is that I need him inside me. "Will you stop fighting me?" he growls against my neck, once again biting down. "Yes," I whimper, just wanting to be closer to him. I wrap my legs tightly around his hips pulling him closer. As his mouth meets mine in an almost savage kiss, he guides his hard cock to my wet folds sliding up and down with ease. Then ever so slowly easing inside. I moan deep in my throat as he slowly fills me. I arch trying to thrust against him, wanting all of him but he pulls back, showing me that he is in control, only to surge forward and in one fluid thrust fills me. My cry of pleasure is lost in his sweet mouth as we kiss hungrily. He immediately starts to thrust hard and fast. His mouth is once again on my shoulder sucking and biting hard. My hips buck to meet him. We are both in a frenzy. Reaching between us, his finger finds my clit and with a few strokes I am over the edge crying out my pleasure in his shoulder. He cums as I spasm around him. I feel him pumping deep and hard into me. He holds me close, kissing my neck and shoulders and lips for a few minutes as our hearts stop pounding. After another soft kiss he pulls away and starts to dress. I stand up and search blindly for my pants on the floor. Once dressed I stand there unsure of what to say. But he takes care of that for me. "Tracy, your not mad, are you?" he pulls me to him in a surprisingly gentle hug, stroking my back and hips. I put my arms around him and swat his ass playfully. "No, not mad. Shocked but not mad," I say with a smile. He chuckles softly against my hair and sighs with relief. "Can I see you after work today? I really think we need to talk". He is holding me tighter, as if afraid I will say no. "Yes, and you don't need to try to kidnap me or anything this time." Chuckling, I walk away. Knowing this won't be the last time we use that conference room for more than work. Lunch Hour It's the way your lips feel as they engulf my semi hard member, taking it into your mouth and releasing it bit by bit, three and four times larger and growing. Watching your lips slip back toward the head, leaving the base slick with your saliva, veins bulging and turning color. As the head shows out of your mouth, purple and engorged, I can feel every touch of your tongue as it licks the underside. As your lips slide back down, your tongue licking at the underside of my cock, I can see your breasts heaving. You've only just unzipped my pants in your eagerness and now you start to push them open and fumble at my underwear, trying to slip it over my hardness without removing your lips. Not only do you find that impossible, but you also have to stretch the waistband to the end of the elastic, grabbing my cock and yanking it out into the open. As you hungrily gobble at my hard and straining penis, I watch your lips grabbing at it and feel the delicious shivers as your tongue licks the underside. Your eyes glance up at me and they're huge and full of desire. The longing that burns from them sends a wave of heat and electricity the length of my cock and up my spine. Oh, the delights of your mouth! My hands move, one to the back of your head, one to my waistband. Your hands are already moving toward my pants waist, working to push them further down, but I get there first and stop you, seizing the buckle of my belt and ripping it from out the loops in one tug. The sound makes you shiver and as it translates through your mouth, into my length and up to my neck where it tingles my brain and makes me moan all at once. I watch your lips push once more onto me and your hips lift off your heels, opening your precious ass to me and I gaze longingly down your back to the swell. Your mouth moves away from my body, exposing the base of my cock, glistening with your ministrations and I watch with a growing feeling of urgency. To relieve this, I bring the belt down with a snap onto your delicate mounds, first the right side, then the left. Two very satisfying snaps, as the leather bites into flesh, not on the down swing but as it whips back, leaving only the sting behind. Each one punctuated with your mouth shoving down onto me, taking me right to the back of your throat, giving a bump as it hits the harder part. Four, then six more, all with a crack and your responding gasp, and I know your ass is red and hot the way I love it. With still a couple inches left, my hand massages the back of your scalp and presses just another bit in. It makes me moan again. I lean over you and grab your skirt, bunching it above your waist exposing your bottom to the air (you're wearing no panties). Already there are red marks and as I tuck your skirt so it will stay, you shove against me harder, taking me in your mouth all the more. My fingers trail along your back and massage your scalp as I make my way back to standing before you. You are sucking and slurping at me greedily now and, as always, it surprises me how much you want me and how hungrily you take me. Your hands have reached up and are pulling at my ass, your nails digging at it. My cock is tingling from the tip to the root and making my entire body quiver and wrench. I find my fingers clutching at your shoulders as your mouth slides slowly in and back with your tongue licking light and quick along the underneath of me. I can feel pressure building at the base and I tell you how I'm going to fuck you after I cum. You're sucking on me so greedily that I can't help but moan and groan and before I can reach for the belt again, you pull against my ass, taking me all the way in your throat. I can feel it clench and close around me and it turns me inside out. You take me even deeper as I unload in spasms, one, two, three and an even harder fourth. My hands have found your head and are squeezing and feeling of their own accord. My spasms have lightened to spurts and my head begins to clear. My penis is now so sensitive I can barely take the pressure you are putting on it as you suck it dry, seeking anything more it will give you. It stays nearly hard and feels as though it will become completely so if you begin to move up and back on me again. My legs are trembling and I move you forward enough to be able to reach any of you I desire - and I desire all of you. I unbutton your shirt halfway and my fingers tremble as they close around your nipple. It stiffens and delights in my touch as much as I delight in touching it. You're on all fours and your breasts are so large they nearly touch the carpet. The heft in my palms feels so nice it's indescribable and I tell you how I enjoy it. My other hand is tracing the red marks on your ass and I can feel them by the heat they are giving off. I tell you how exciting I find it, how alluring, and I see juices dripping from between your legs. I'm getting harder and harder as I tell you how I'm going to fuck you, all the while outlining the red marks on your globes with my fingers, tracing the patterns with my palms. I tell you how it makes me excited watching you build up to orgasm. How I love to interrupt that build up and make you start again by backing away. I let you know how I'm going to push just the head of my cock at your entrance and feel your body reach for it as I touch you everywhere I can reach. You're moaning now and your ass is making circles in the air, pushing out for something to fill it. Something not there yet. I trace a finger down your back and as it reaches your crack, it slows and lightens its touch until you can barely feel it. You tense, reaching out for it with your nerves, searching to know its really there and as it reaches your anus I press just harder. Another moan and more dripping and I circle your pucker with a feather's tip. You had grabbed at me as I came in so suddenly and ferociously that I did little more than drop my backpack and I reach for it now, taking my hand from your nipple to do so. Your groan tells me how you feel about that and I thrill at the note of anguish. I press just slightly at your opening and slip my thumb down to your wetness. It easily slides onto your pouting lips as they are so completely sopping that I feel the dripping tracking the length of my thumb and off my hand. I'm rock hard now and I tell you how I want to shove my cock in you and pound you until I empty into you all over again. Instead, out of the backpack comes items to make you tremble. You don't see the butt plug and don't know of it (I'm whispering in your ear and telling you how I want to fuck you) until it rams into your rectum. Just a stroke with my hand already soaked with your fluids and it slips in as easily as my dick will bury into your pussy. I can feel how it makes you feel and my rod jumps and jolts with the delight it gives me. Now the balls glide into your pussy and you gasp and pant. My hand moves back to your breast and you ask me in a shaking but intentionally seductive voice how I will fuck you if all your holes are filled. Rather than answer I slurp my tongue across your clit and pull it between my lips. As the tip laps down onto your pussy lips, you arch and tense and I have to pull away before you cum. You are so incredibly hot! "You don't get to cum so easy," I say and pull your breast to my mouth where I engulf your nipple. You are panting and gasp at me "you think this is easy?" You are winding your hips and working to make yourself cum when I pull your shirt over your head, down your arms and secure them to the dresser. This leaves you stretched just beyond where you can easily move and wriggle. Though it hasn't stopped your attempts and the wriggling makes me harder still. I'm beginning to ache and a groan escapes me, making me shiver. I touch your clit with my tongue again, intending to lick and suck you to the edge, but you are already so close it nearly makes you cum again and I have to pull away abruptly. This time I wield the belt acrossways on your ass and your moans sound frenzied and wild. I stop everything, take your head in my hands and place my dick to your lips. It's so sensitive when you lick it that I pull away before you can take it in your mouth and you growl with frustration. That just turns me on all the more and I press the tip to your lips without moving close enough to let you do more than open for it and lick at it. It's so hard that every touch and tickle from you makes it jolt and I feel it in my balls. The belt whips down along the crack of your ass and over the butt plug. It takes me several tries to flick the tip onto your pussy lips and the anguished cry from you is so rewarding I could cum just from the sound. Another and another and each time a whimpering scream mingled with a moan and I ask if you want me to fuck you. "God yes," you say with another "unhhh" as your pussy clenches all on its own and juices flood your legs around the balls. They are weighted so that each time they are jostled, they have a reciprocal shock. It makes you whimper a second time for every first one. The belt shoves the butt plug with a snap and a sting on the pussy jolts the balls inside you again. Again, two moaning, groaning whimpering cries and my cock leaps with a need so demanding that it's everything I am to hold it back. "I'm going to fuck you so hard. Would you like that?" I say. "Do you want me to pound your wet little pussy? Do you want to cum all over my cock?" Your voice is hoarse and it takes your lips several tries to mouth "please". You know I love to see and hear you beg so you say it over and over: "please", though some of the times you say it don't actually leave your mouth, they are just formed by your lips and without the push to expel them. I take your nipples in my mouth one at a time and suck as much of your tit in as I can. As I move my way down your stomach you become increasingly frantic, your wriggling becoming writhing and struggling. As much as you know this delights me you still can no more help it than I can help the ache and need my cock feels for you when you do. Even if you tried, you couldn't stop or even stem your need and desperation. When the tip of my tongue brushes against your clit, you cry out and struggle so hard that I fear for the dresser. I take my tongue away and you cry out even louder. I tongue your pussy lips to your cries and groans and in one deft movement pull the balls from you. You nearly cum then and I have to keep still and distant until I feel your tremors subside enough for me to place the tip of my cock at your entrance, letting the juices flow over it and trickle to my balls. My hands play over your ass and I can still feel where the belt struck. Tracing the patterns with one hand I reach for the last toy. My cock slips just inside you and you cry out again, nearly orgasming and I have to pull away one more time. I tell you how much I enjoy watching you lick your juices from me as you slurp at my cock and lick me clean to my balls. Moving back around you I shove my cock in and groan myself from the agony and ecstasy. I feel you clench and begin to spasm inside and pull out swiftly. Wiping from my cock, I soak the slender vibrator, pull out the butt plug and replace it, turning the base to on. As you begin to cry out, I ram inside you so hard my balls are slammed against you with a bang that would hurt if I already didn't ache so very badly. I can feel you cum around me and I grab your ass, pulling it into me as I plunge in again and again. When you collapse, I turn you over and lick your clit until you cum with another wrenching cry. As I pull away and you are panting and moaning, I release your hands and pull you up onto me. We cum together as you impale yourself on me and we both collapse in a heap with very little work. A glance at the clock makes us both realize we've run over on our lunch hour and we'll have to make up the time later. With each other as well. I know for me, a little of you isn't nearly enough. Lunch Hour When I stopped in at Starbucks on my lunch hour last week I had no idea what was going to happen. I was dawdling-it was a slow day at the office. No one seemed to care when I announced I was taking off half an hour early to go work out. I went through my sets quickly so there was time for coffee when I finished-not lunch, as I was determined not to let my hard-won gains get covered up by belly fat. My favorite Starbucks was cool and thankfully not too crowded. By now the baristas greeted me by name when I walked in and then asked, "Grande iced coffee?" I'd given up being annoyed by the forced familiarity. My drink came up quickly. I took it to the bar by the front window of the store that looked out onto a small patio and the parking lot. I perched on one of the high stools and pulled out my smartphone. Between reading my e-mail, surfing Facebook (a guilty pleasure), and looking up things on the Web, I ended up happily killing time for quite a while. Finally I took a break and looked around. Some guy in bicycling gear was fitting a plastic cap onto his drink at the cream and sugar stand nearby. He stepped out the door and the next moment was standing right in front of me-he had left his bike propped on the front wall of the store. I was perched at exactly the right height to get a good look at him, though the blinds across the window partly obscured his face. Most men who wear skintight cycling outfits shouldn't. This guy was an exception. The stretchy fabric fit his lean, rangy body like a glove. His forearms were corded with muscle and vein. His biceps strained against the short sleeves of his jersey. His shorts were black and sheer, leaving nothing to the imagination. The folds of the fabric formed a snug pouch between his legs, revealing the outlines of an impressive package. His legs were just what a biker's ought to be, tanned and ripped. His face was partly hidden by reflector sunglasses, but I imagined keen, intelligent eyes to go with the even teeth and square, clean-shaven jaw. He put his helmet down on one of the outdoor tables and stood sipping athis drink he had just purchased, giving me plenty of time to check him out. I figured I was safe since the window shades were hiding my face. In a few moments he would get on his bike and ride away, leaving me to face a long and boring afternoon. Better enjoy the view while it lasted, and it was quite a view. I felt myself getting hard and shifted on my barstool, trying to be inconspicuous about adjusting myself. I was amazed when the biker outside did the same. I blinked, thinking I was seeing things. No, I wasn't. One sinewy hand was cupping the goods I'd been admiring, slowly squeezing and releasing. I whipped my head up and found myself staring directly into his reflector shades. The blinds must not have been concealing me as much as I thought. A smile spread across his face as he continued to play with himself through his shorts. He put down his plastic cup, now empty except for ice, and reached for his helmet. Quickly the biker snapped it on and mounted his bike. I sighed inwardly, figuring the show was over. It had been fun while it lasted. I watched him glide into the parking lot and begin to ride away. Except, he didn't ride away. He covered the parking lot in leisurely circles, dodging the occasional car, casting glances in my direction. After a few passes he stopped in front of me and put one foot down on the pavement, taking a hand off the handlebars and cupping the swelling mound between his legs once again. Clearly I was being cruised. But what to do? In a flash I made up my mind. Quickly I downed the rest of my coffee. I got up, pushed the door open and went out into the parking lot, straight toward the cyclist. He nodded and smiled. "How are you doing?" His voice was deep and resonant. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. "Come here in your car?" Getting straight to the point. I nodded again. "Yeah." He leaned toward me and spoke in a low voice. "I know a place nearby. Want to follow me? Got time?" The words came out of my mouth without thought. "No time like the present." He laughed softly. "Cool. I'll wait for you at that exit over there." I ran to my car. Moments later I was heading toward him. He saw me and turned right out of the parking lot, waiting by the curb until he saw me exit. Then he headed down the thoroughfare on the bike path, surprisingly fast. Obviously he was in good shape. I was driving near the speed limit to keep up with him. After a while he turned left off into a more residential neighborhood. The road became hillier and he slowed his pace a bit, though his muscular legs continued to pump steadily. I followed him at a safe distance, enjoying the sight of his athletic body at work. Ahead of us on the right was a break in the parade of houses with large front yards. I saw him turn into the open space. When I got there I realized it was a small park, not much more than a clearing surrounded by woods, a bit of wilderness that had not been swallowed up by development. A gravel strip by the road served as a small parking lot. I pulled into it and looked up. I caught sight of the biker in the distance. He had dismounted and was walking his cycle toward the woods. He turned to make sure I was still with him, then disappeared into the foliage. I got out of my car and walked toward the spot I'd last seen him. As I approached I saw that a small trail led into the trees. I plunged in, hurrying so as not to lose the biker. I needn't have worried. A short distance away I saw his machine propped up against a tree. He was nearby, leaning against the trunk of another, reflector shades still on his face, biceps bulging on crossed arms, smiling. His teeth flashed brilliant white, even in the semidarkness. I went up to him, panting from exertion and excitement. "You made it." I nodded. My hand reached out tentatively and made contact with his Lycra-wrapped package. He nodded encouragement, his grin widening. I kneaded his junk for a while, then reached for the waistband of his bike shorts. "Did I tell you I love these things?" "I figured you might." I let my hands slide underneath the slick fabric. There was nothing underneath but moist skin. I pushed the shorts down his thighs as I sank to my knees. His cock flopped out, cut, semi-hard, pink head flaring from the pale veined shaft. His balls were round and tight, almost hairless. In fact his crotch was bare except for a neatly trimmed patch above his cock. I absorbed the sight in a flash as I took his organ in my mouth, smelling and tasting clean sweat. It quickly grew to a steely rod, bumping the back of my throat as I blew him in long, eager strokes. I let my hand wander up and under his jersey, feeling the smooth ridges of his abs, finding and squeezing a hard nipple. His strong hands gripped my head, caressing my hair. A faint moan issued from his throat and I increased the pace of my sucking to bring him off. Abruptly his grip tightened, forcing me to stop. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and looked up. "What's wrong?" He shook his head. "Nothing. You're great. I want to taste you too." "You don't have to do that," I said, but he was already grabbing me under my arms and hauling me to my feet. Quick, confident fingers unzipped me and snaked inside, finding my cock and hauling it out. In a moment I felt myself enveloped by his warm, wet mouth. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and I turned my head up to the sky, my eyes closed and my mouth open in silent ecstasy. Even in the middle of a great blowjob my mind wouldn't quite shut off. I looked down. "We'd better hurry," I whispered. He looked up, releasing me, and grinned. "Damn right. Don't know about you, but the mosquitoes are eating me alive." Abruptly he stood and turned, gripping the trunk of the tree he was leaning against. "Fuck me." "Really?" I said, nervousness returning. "Yeah. I want that hot cock up my ass. Do it, buddy." He pushed his shorts further down and the dimpled, pale globes of his butt cheeks came into full view. The sight caused my cock, which had softened a bit, to rise again to its full length. "Lube in my saddle bag," he said, turning. "Hurry." "Rubber too?" He turned and shook his head, the grin flashing again. "I take all cummers. You're clean, right?" "Yep." I went over to his bike and found the stuff, squeezing it out and quickly greasing myself up. As I got back in position behind him I unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants and underwear down. I took my slippery cock in hand and guided it between his cheeks. A bit of gentle pressure and I felt his ring give way. The smooth heat of his asshole surrounded the head and shaft of my cock as I slid into him. He sighed with pleasure. "Yeah, give it to me, man. Every inch." "You got it," I said to him. I was scared out of my mind-and tremendously turned on. It would have to be fast. I began to thrust, starting with small strokes, gradually increasing the pace. In a few moments I was drilling his hole, almost slipping out of him before shoving my dick back in. I looked down, enjoying the sight of my shaft splitting him open, sliding in and out between his cheeks. My efforts were delighting the biker, judging from his grunts and mutterings of "Yeah...fuck me man...uh-huh." His own right hand had moved from the tree trunk and was furiously jacking his own stiff rod, still wet with my spit. All too soon I felt myself go over the edge. Cum rushed up and exploded out of my cock buried deep inside him as I rammed it in up to my balls. My eyes squeezed shut as I emitted strangled grunts through clenched teeth, trying not to make too much noise. These gave way to harsh gasps as I collapsed onto his back, stunned by the storm that had shaken my body and brain. His body shook underneath me as the speed of his hand on his own organ increased to a blur. He moaned, and I felt his asshole pulsing around my cock as he emptied himself onto the tree trunk. As I was still trying to catch my breath he straightened and turned toward me. My cock slipped out of him, just starting to soften, wet and swollen. In a flash he was on his knees again. I gasped as he swallowed me, cleaning me off with his mouth. "Wow," I couldn't help saying. "What?" I shook my head. "Nasty." He smirked. "Your fault, getting me so hot." He got up and I thought we were done. Wrong. Before I knew what was happening his hand was behind my head pushing my face into his, his lips were pressed to mine and his tongue was in my mouth. "Jesus," was all I could say when he released me. He patted my face. "You're all right." At that moment we heard a car go by on the road some distance away. That broke the spell. We quickly broke apart and dressed ourselves. I crammed my spent cock back into my pants with some difficulty. He stood, hands on his hips, looking at me as I made some final adjustments, still sweaty and disheveled. The swollen outline of his dick was prominent in his shorts, and though I had just cum I wished I could have another go at it. "You okay?" I nodded. "You?" He smiled and nodded. "That was fun, buddy. Thanks." "Thank you." I stuck out my hand. "I've got to get back to work. What's your name?" He shook it, his palm hot and moist. "Matt." He leered. "You shot a nice load. It's sloshing around inside me." I grinned, a bit embarrassed. "John. Hope I'll see you again." "I go by that Starbucks a lot. Look for me." "I will. Take care." I looked back after I'd walked out of the woods and was heading toward my car. Matt was just emerging from the path with his bike. He'd taken off his reflectors. Even at a distance I could see that his eyes were blue, set deep in his bronzed face. He gave a friendly wave, which I returned. He started running to catch up to me, so I waited. "Got your phone?" he asked as he came up. It just happened that I did. Matt took it from my hand and poked at the keypad. I heard an electronic chirping in his saddlebag. "Now we've got each other's numbers. Have a good one." He handed it back, jumped onto his bike and rode off, giving me a last look at the Lycra-wrapped butt he'd given up to me. I turned on the air conditioner full blast as I swung the car onto the road. Getting through the afternoon didn't seem so bad now. END Lunch Hour Ivanna and I had been teasing each other for ages, probably ever since I first started at Whitmore and Co. last year. She was just so damn sexy, what could I do? We didn't report to each other, and we kept it fun and light, so I didn't think there were any harassment issues -maybe that was my libido talking, but I decided to listen to it and keep flirting with her. Lately, our flirting had taken the form of a daily game: "What color is your underwear?" We would send each other a one-word e-mail, or, if no one was around, just say it to each other, as we passed in a hallway. Then laugh and pretend it was innocent. We were both married, so it's not like it was going anywhere. Until the day it went all the way. I was sitting at my desk, rearranging a spreadsheet. My boss had thrown this project at me with no warning, and then promptly run off to an early lunch that was likely to turn into a late lunch. Meanwhile, I'd be spending my lunch on this mindless task. It didn't take much to distract me. Just Ivanna walking by my office door. "Hi, Ivanna," I said, grateful for the diversion from colored boxes with numbers. She was quite diverting. High-heeled boots, short skirt, stockings and a low cut blouse that made me wonder if she had a bra on or not-it often took all my willpower to keep from staring at her perky tits. Time to play our daily game. "Blue." Ivanna smiled and raised an eyebrow approvingly. Suddenly, her smile dropped. Her head darted back and forth as she looked up and down the corridor. Then, she locked eyes with me again and gave me a grin. "None," she said. And with one hand, pulled her skirt up and over her ass. It was only a moment, then the skirt was back where it belonged and she was gone down the hallway with a wink. But in that moment, I saw her gorgeous, naked ass framed by a black garter belt. I was floored. Her ass was just stunning, and she was clearly dressed to play. I desperately wanted to touch her. She was probably dressed like that as part of an elaborate teasing game she was going to play with her husband, but what if it really was aimed at me? I needed to find out. I went back to work on my spreadsheet. After a few minutes I decided that she must be at her desk. Time for an e-mail: 'Laundry day?' A few minutes later came her response: 'Thought maybe I'd try to get a rise out of you today.' I laughed at that. 'Come by my office to see for yourself,' I replied. Then, I got back to work and convinced myself that this was all going to blow over. After a few minutes, I even convinced myself that I hadn't actually seen anything; that it was all in my head. It had to be. I was working too much, or something. Time for a vacation. Ten minutes later, the tall form of a gorgeous woman filled my office door. Once again, she looked both ways along the hallway and confirmed that everyone was either out to lunch, or having lunch behind the closed doors of their offices. With a smile at me that was disarmingly sweet, she took her skirt in both hands and lifted it past her hips, exposing her shaved pussy to my ogling gaze. She raised one eyebrow and smiled even wider. "Okay, you got a rise out of me," I admitted with a nod. And it was true. My dick strained against my trousers. Still, Ivanna stood there, her skirt hitched up lewdly. She took one step into my office and I bolted up from my leather desk-chair. Our eyes locked again. How far was she willing to take this? I stepped to the side, around to the front of my desk. She took another step. Her eyes broke from mine and glanced at my crotch. I returned the favor with a glance at her pussy while my dick gave a hopeful throb against its constraints. With a deep breath, Ivanna took the final step into the office. I took a step toward her until she was within arms length of me. I reached and stroked her cheek with my fingertips-I was ready to take it a lot farther. Ivanna let go of her skirt to grab the door giving it a slight nudge so that it drifted toward closed. To my surprise, it stayed open several inches so that I could still see the hallway outside. Ivanna didn't seem to care. She just walked up to me until our bodies conformed together. I tilted my head and kissed her. Her arms went around my shoulders while mine went to her waist. She ran her fingers through my hair as our tongues connected. I brought my hands to her breasts. The soft flesh yielded to my gentle squeezing. I felt her nipples harden as my thumbs passed over them. Ivanna gasped at the pleasure and I felt my cock spring fully to life and my brain melt-I was going to fuck this gorgeous woman right now, in my office. I thrust my hips against hers, grinding my desperate cock into her. She gripped my hair and thrust back against me. I spun us around so that her ass was against the desk, my back to the door. I swiftly unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants and lowered the zipper. Ivanna took over, tossing my pants over my hips and onto the floor and tugging my boxers down over my ass. My cock bounced into her waiting palm and before I could register it, I was lost to the exquisite pleasure of her stroking hand. I gripped her shoulders for support, buried my face in her neck and let her minister to me. "Mmm," she moaned, softly. I regained enough composure to know that I had to have my cock in her pussy. I was desperate, out of control, not caring that the door to the office was ajar-I just knew that I had to be inside her. I slid my right hand between us and lifted her skirt, the fabric brushing the head of my cock on its way, making me gasp. I brought my fingers to her mound and wandered down to her lips. I let my fingertips glide over her soft outer lips, up and down, until I felt them swell and part. My fingers slipped between them and into her wondrously wet pussy. I stroked back up, drawing her nectar over her stiffening clit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out. I kissed her and she moaned into my lips, letting me muffle her cry. We stroked each other for a few minutes, deepening our blissful anticipation, each bending and opening our legs to give each other room for our mutual masturbation. One more kiss, though, and I was ready to fuck her. "Ivanna," I whispered in her ear. "I need to fuck you. Right now." "Do it," she answered. I lifted her ass onto the edge of the desk and found she was at the perfect height for me. I bent my legs and pushed gently forward. Ivanna guided the dripping head of my cock to her pussy and I felt her wetness cover me. With another thrust, I pushed inside her, feeling her pussy swallow and caress my cock. I pushed deeper until our mounds connected. I took one deep breath, pulled slowly back out, then stroked back in again. Then, the world vanished and there was only my cock and her pussy and I started pounding her hard. Ivanna grabbed my shoulders for support as I fucked her. She couldn't stop herself from giving a soft grunt with each thrust, but I didn't care. I just wanted to keep sliding in and out. My cock swelled inside her, sending my pleasure higher. I took her hair roughly in one hand and wrapped my other around her breast, squeezing the nipple tightly. "Fuck," she moaned. I squeezed again. "You're going to make me cum," she panted. That was too much for me. I started fucking her harder, pounding my cock into her. I swear, I could feel her clit stiffen against me more and more with each thrust. Her pussy tightened around me as she approached her climax. "Cum, Ivanna," I told her. "Cum on my cock." I pulled her mouth to me and squeezed her nipple again. She moaned and pressed her lips hard against mine. At that moment, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Someone was walking past. I didn't slow down at all, fucking her as she started to cum. Her eyes went wide and I could tell she could see something in the hall. Was someone going to watch us cum? We both went over the edge at that moment. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, timed with her soft grunts of pleasure. I let my orgasm build as she clutched hard at my swelling head. I felt the cum start to drip into her, and then I snapped, pulsing my cum deep into my co-worker's pussy. She squeezed hard around me, milking my exploding cock. Blast after blast shook my body. Finally, it was over and I let go of her hair-I didn't realize how tightly I was pulling on her! I lowered my face to her neck and whimpered softly for a while, enjoying the rhythmic squeezes from Ivanna's pussy around my draining cock. She took a deep breath and let it out, slowly. As I slowly regained my senses, I turned my head to look at the office door. It was still ajar, but there was no one in the hallway. Someone had been there, right? I pulled back and looked in Ivanna's eyes. "Was someone there?" I whispered. She gave me a wicked smile and cocked her eyebrows. What did that mean? I cocked my eyebrows back at her but all I got was a giggle. I pulled my dripping cock from her and yanked up my pants. "Well?" I asked again. Ivanna giggled once more as she hopped off my desk. I could tell her legs were shaking a bit. She put her arms around me and kissed me on the cheek. "I'm going to be thinking about you all day, while your cum drips out of me." "Um..." And, with that, my lunch hour was over and I was supposed to go back to work? Needless to say, I had a very hard time finishing my boss's emergency spreadsheet that day. Lunch Hour Lust Finally... lunch time! I wonder if he's on-line, she thought, smiling as she buzzed the executive secretary in the outer office. "Hold my calls, will you? I don't want to be bothered for awhile," she said in the phone's intercom. Maybe a little hot and bothered, she smiled again. She launched her messenger... Yes! He's showing 'available'! Her excitement suddenly spilled into a lustful grin as she remembered their last lunch hour IM chat. She had to leave early that day... she doesn't keep any toys in her desk at work. HER: Knock-knock! Are you there Sweetheart? HIM: Sweetie! I was just going to buzz you! HER: Awww... I miss you! HIM: Ditto! HER: brb... need to close the blinds! Lol She quickly crossed to the other side of her office and twisted the rod that turned the mini-blinds into a solid panel blocking the window washer's leering gaze. "Eat your heart out, asshole!" she quipped as she skipped back to her desk, kicking her heeled shoes off when she sat down. Her fingers felt tingly as she resumed her 'conversation' with her man. HER: I'm back... did ya miss me? HIM: Really much so! HER: Mmmm... I've got an hour... 60 minutes just for you! Lol HIM: Still thinking about that one blog post of mine, eh? HER: Yeppers! Remember what you said though... HIM: uh-huh... I get a 30-second break after the first 60 minutes and then we start a new 60 minutes! HER: How many breaks do you think you'd need in a day??? Lol HIM: Well, at some point we'd need to cuddle awhile, don't ya think? HER: Definitely! HIM: I tried to catch you last night... I know you stay "invisible" HER: I'm sorry... went to dinner with my parents, didn't get home til late. I'm not doing anything tonight though! HIM: That's good! I'll be on-line around 10pm... I'll show up "available" for you! HER: Mmmm... can't wait! I gotta tell you... I was so worked up the other day I had to go home early... I don't keep toys at work! Lol HIM: Maybe you should! Ya never know when I might surprise you! HER: Fingers work just fine! They're doing a good job right now! HIM: REALLY?!? And just what is that you're doing right now??? HER: If I had a cam here at work I could show you! Lol The sudden "Invite to view Todd's webcam" startled her, and excited her at the same time. She clicked on the "accept" button and there he was in all his naked glory... all for her... showing his chest, arms as he typed on the keyboard, and just a hint of his pubic hair; just like his "trademark" profile picture. "Aw, Gaaawd..." she moaned as she watched him reach under his desk... touching himself where she wished she could be touching. HER: Oh Baby, this is a nice surprise! HIM: The first of many, my Dear! HER: Woo-hoo! and it's not even my birthday! Lol. HIM: (heh-heh) this is just a preview of 'cumming' attractions. I'm trying not to cum now cuz I want to save it til tonight when I can see you doing it too! HER: LOL... oh you don't have to save it that long! Besides, by tonight you'll be ready to cum again, won't you? HIM: Hmmm... maybe! with the right amount of inspiration... HER: Don't you worry about that Sweetheart... I'll give you plenty of inspiration! Lol HER: You just have no idea how wet you just made me! HIM: Really? HER: Oh yeah, really!!! If you don't mind, I think I'll just watch you... my hands are going to be otherwise occupied and I won't be able to type! Lol His "hug" smiley made her smile as she slipped off her panties and pantyhose past her feet, then tossed them under her desk on top of her shoes. She unbuttoned the top half of her blouse and liberated her tits from her front-snap bra, and with one hand fondling her nipples and the other rubbing her pussy, she stared at the computer screen in front of her. She sighed, thinking how nice it would be if it were her hands brushing his chest hair instead of his hands; how fantastic it would be if it were his hands fondling her instead of her hands. HIM: You still there Sweetie? HER: Mmmm... just making myself more comfortable Hon! HIM: Wish we could be comfortable together... HER: me too... wish I had a cam at work! Lol HIM: Oh Baby so do I ... you'll have to pardon me now... my hands are about to become... how'd you say that... "otherwise occupied" ... HER: Go right ahead... I can't type anymore either! A sudden shiver energized her when her view suddenly changed to a close-up of his hard-on. She could see the distended veins along the shaft while he rolled his balls in his hands. He stroked himself slowly, oh so slowly... stopping every few seconds to rub the pre-cum around the tip of his cock with his thumb. She moaned softly and licked her fingers and wished it was her tongue licking his pre-cum. Her nipples were like bits of rock to her touch, and each finger squeeze on them set bolts of lightning through her body. Her other hand frantically rubbed her pussy faster. She pinched her clit, sending more electricity through her core, then inserted first one finger deep inside her, then another while her thumb rubbed her clit to the rhythm of his stroking. "OH MY GOOODDD!!!" she shrieked, when, after several more minutes that seemed timeless, she saw his thick white load shoot from his cock and spill all over his hand. Her own orgasm squirted all over her seat and oozed into the crack of her ass. She watched him slowly catch his breath while she caught hers. She felt a warm rush surge over her skin as she smiled, wishing he could see the expression of total joy on her face... wishing she could see the expression of delight on his. And then suddenly, as if he had read her mind, the cam view changed and there he was smiling at her! She stared into his eyes... and knew again that he indeed had a beautiful soul. HER: Only 6 hours over the turnpike, eh? I think I'm going to take the rest of the day off... we won't be needing the cams tonight!