0 comments/ 16638 views/ 2 favorites Mixing Business With Pleasure By: MrJimJim I thought I was going to have a quiet Sunday... Boy was I wrong! I get up to answer the phone, my pantyhose swishing as I walk... I love wearing my Wolford seamless to bed! I glance at the alarm clock along the way, and my blood boils as I notice it reads 3:12am! I grab the phone and yell "WHAT!?" into it. It's the weekend lead salesman. He tells me there's 5 people trying to get sales to go through, and nothing is working. I tell him I'll be there in 20 minutes and SLAM down the phone! I throw on some sweat pants and a long t-shirt and get moving in the car, not bothering to change my pantyhose. In the back of my mind I'm hoping Diane is there, but the thought dies away as the clock on the dash reads 3:28am. Oh well. Things between us really heat up in the office, and she has been getting more and more aggressive, as well as more dominating, in the last 2-3 weeks. The idea makes my cock swell a little... i go inside the front door and up the stairs to my office, but the door is locked. That's odd, i never lock my door, and my key ring is inside in a desk drawer! I go down the hall and, luckily, the door to the sales computers is unlocked. I go in and tinker around... Nothing is wrong. Everything is running. If one of those dumbasses dragged me out of bed at 3am for nothing, someone is going to get fired! I storm out the door and around the corner and, my heart racing a little, Diane's door is open with the light on! Is she here? I'll just take a peek... I poke my head in the doorway, and all her desk items are on the floor in a huge mess. There is a man sitting in the chair, naked except for pantyhose, stroking a rather large cock. My eyes almost bug out and my cock starts getting stiff! I look through the door he's looking through, and there's Diane sitting on the edge of her desk getting fucked by another well-endowed man! I start to walk in, and the fucking stops. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND WAIT YOUR TURN YOU WHORE!" I jump, startled. She's pointing a well manicured finger at me and screams "GET OUT IN THE HALLWAY UNTIL I'M DONE WITH THIS COCK TOY, AND TAKE OFF THOSE FUCKING CLOTHES!" I'm dumbfounded! I step outside, and I hear the fucking resume. I strip down to just my pantyhose, and sit in the hall, my cock as stiff as the wall I'm leaning against. I hear the man fucking my on-and-off fuck buddy groan and grunt, and I hear him say "I'm cumming!" More grunts and he climbs off. I peek around the door and say "Can I come in now?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH! YOU'LL KNOW WHEN I'M READY FOR YOU!" I turn back around, but not before the guy in the chair gets up and moves into the inner office. The man previously fucking her walks out collecting his clothes. My mouth waters as I see he's still at least 7.5 inches long as he's going soft. Mmmmm I'd love to feel the end of that as far down my throat as I could! I hear the fucking start. I'm a little jealous, of him and her! In due time the fucking stops after he's blown his load. He also walks out, his huge cock swinging as it gets softer. He stops and graciously lets me lick the drop of cum on the end. YUM! "GET THE FUCK IN HERE YOU STUPID CUNT!" I walk in, and she's still on the edge of her desk. Her pussy is oozing cum, and my eyes lock on it, wanting it, NEEDING it. "WELL, DON'T JUST STARE AT IT, CLEAN UP MY PUSSY!" That's all I need. I bend over to start licking her pussy like a madman, my ass up in the air so she can see my pantyhose! Her juices are all over the top and front of the desk, and it's mixed with cum! It's SO good! I lick her pussy, running my tongue up and down her folds. I suck on her clit gently, like it was a small little cock. She moans a little, and I feel her squirt a little in my mouth. Oh I love it! I'm licking her pussy for 5 minutes. 10 minutes. 15 minutes. She's cum 3 or 4 times, but the cum doesn't stop. I stop a moment and look up at her. She slaps my face HARD and says "I DIDN'T TELL YOU TO FUCKING STOP! GET ALL 4 WADS OF CUM OUT OF ME YOU WORTHLESS CUM SLUT!" 4?! As I go back to work on her pussy, my mind flashes back to the phone call stating 5 salesmen couldn't get anything done... Before I can wonder where #5 is, my pantyhose are ripped open, and a large lubed cock shoves into me without warning. I try to lift my head and cry out, but she's holding my face in her sweet pussy... Mystery man starts fucking my ass like a rabid animal! I start moving with him as the sudden surprise and mild pain subside, and it's heavenly! We're at this for 5 minutes at the most, and I feel him swell inside me. He quietly starts blasting gob after steaming hot gob into me, and my cock explodes inside my pantyhose. She slaps him hard across the face, and yells "GET OUT YOU USELESS PATHETIC DICK! NEXT!" Next?! What next? I feel another cock ease into me after the other slides out, and I can feel the cum swirling around his cock head. Mmmmmmmmmmmm I'm hard again from the feeling. They lean over and kiss, me still working her pussy folds and clit. After what seems like forever, she screams, and again squirts some sweet juice into my mouth. I drink it gladly! This sets cock #2 over the edge, and he explodes inside me. Man, this guy must not have cum in YEARS, because he fills my hole up before he's done! He's still spurting into me after I'm done exploding into my pantyhose! He pulls out of me slowly, and the feel of his cum dripping out of me beside his cock gets me stiff yet again. Before I scan stand up, diane shoves a medium sized butt plug into my ass, grabs my face, and says "You leave this in you until you get home! The reward for your good behaviour is getting to hold 2 big hot wads of cum inside you. Now clean all my cum off my desk!" she gets up, and I start lickign her juices off her desk. I feel a breeze across my ass, and I think "Well, my most expensive, most favorite pantyhose are ruined, but what a way to ruin them!" I get done and stand up, and Diane and the other man are dressed. He says "Honey, you're right, he IS a good little whore! Tell him to come over next week when my guy friends are here." Mixing Business With Pleasure Selina quickly checked herself in the bathroom mirror one last time. She'd been looking forward to tonight's job and her preparations had been meticulous. She smoothed down her knee-length black dress that clung to her, showing off her shapely body to full effect. The low cut neck-line showed off her décolletage, with just a hint of the lacy black basque she was wearing below it. Sheer black stockings and stilettos completed her outfit. She was looking good and she knew it. With a smile and a confident stride, Selina stepped out into the hotel lobby and into the lounge where she knew her client for the evening was already waiting for her. As he saw Selina approach, Terry rose to greet her. As always, he was wearing a smart black business suit. Selina felt a thrill of anticipation surge through her as she crossed the room towards him. Their greeting kiss was brief but yet subtly passionate. Although Terry was a client who paid her generously for her services, Selina felt a genuine affection towards him. Never judgemental, he always treated her with respect, valuing her for her company and personality as much as for the physical satisfaction he took from her. It was a satisfaction that Selina had always found to be mutual. Had circumstances been different, she was certain that there could have been a genuine friendship between them. "You're looking fantastic, as usual," Terry observed as he motioned for her to sit down. "Thank you," Selina replied, taking her seat, "You're looking pretty good yourself." As was their custom, Terry ordered drinks before they made their way through to the hotel restaurant. Throughout their meal, they chatted amiably, filling each other in on what had been happening in their lives since they'd last met; families, friends, holidays and the like. As always, however, neither of them spoke about their work. Terry didn't want to bore her with the details of what he did, and Selina did want to remind him unduly of their 'relationship'. To the casual observer, they looked for all the world like a couple of friends or possibly colleagues catching up over a meal. Selina enjoyed Terry's company and as the meal progressed she felt increasingly relaxed. The wine, which as always was excellent, helped; but it wasn't just that. Since their very first meeting, he had always made the effort to make her feel special. With most clients, Selina was consciously aware that it was a business transaction. With Terry it was different; with him she was almost able to forget the 'professional' side of what she was doing and enjoy it for the pleasure and satisfaction it gave her and not just for the money. Every now and then, Selina caught him staring at her breasts. "Tut tut," she chided, "You'll see plenty more of them soon enough." Terry smiled. "Just enjoying the sneak preview." She laughed. "Yeah, and I guess looking's free..." "There's always that," he agreed. The lighthearted teasing continued throughout the meal. At one point, Selina slipped one foot from her shoe, then slowly, and very deliberately ran it up and down the inside of Terry's leg. He didn't flinch when her foot found its way to his groin and began to gently rub the growing bulge; he simply smiled, but his hunger for her was written in his eyes. Feeling his cock stiffen in response to her touch, Selina smiled back. As she finished the remains of her meal, she pushed the empty plate aside. "Are you having desert?" she asked. Terry somehow managed to keep his face straight. He sat back in his seat and smiled, Selina's foot still gently teasing his cock. "I'm a bit full right now," he replied, "but I may just have something later, back in my room." Selina allowed herself a small laugh. "I was kind of hoping you might say that." He removed the key-card for his room from his wallet and handed it to her. "Room 3-32," he said, "Why don't you go on ahead while I settle up down here?" As she took the lift to the third floor, Selina could feel her heart beat quicken. Her pussy was already damp. She reached Terry's room and inserted the card in the lock. Entering the room, the large bay window caught her attention. With a smile, she unfastened the zip of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She walked across to the window and looked out. She smiled as she realised that if anyone in the street below took the time to look up, they would be able to see her there quite plainly. Just knowing there was the possibility that she could be observed was a huge turn-on. Almost without thinking about it, Selina slipped one hand down the front of her knickers. Her smooth lower lips were moist as she slid her long fingers between them, coating them with her juices. She placed her free hand up against the window for support as she slid one, then two fingers into the warm wet confined of her pussy. Just knowing that, at any second, a random passerby could look up and see her finger-fucking herself heightened Selina's already intense state of arousal. Feeling the pressure mount quickly inside her, the pace of her fingers became increasingly frantic as she drove them in deeper. In her mind, Terry's thick cock replaced her fingers and he was taking her roughly from behind as, down below, a growing crowd of spectators watched the scene develop above them. As the Walls of her pussy gripped her fingers, Selina pressed her thumb to her throbbing clit. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!! Oh mmmmm!!!" she moaned as her climax took her. The sensations grew stronger. Selina threw her head back and gave voice to a long, low moan of intense pleasure as her orgasm reached its crescendo. So consumed was she, by the overpowering sensations that she was unaware that Terry had entered the room. Entering the room, Terry watched, entranced, as Selina pleasured herself in front of the window. As her moans filled the room, he quietly closed the door behind him. Removing his jacket and draping it over the back of a nearby chair, he loosened his tie and walked slowly and quietly across the room. "Fuck!" Selina cried with surprise as Terry lifted her hair and kissed her neck. "Did I surprise you?" he asked, "You looked a wee bit, ah, preoccupied." He began to nibble on her earlobe. "Mmmmm, I guess I was, a bit," she replied, chuckling slightly, "How much did you see?" Terry paused briefly from kissing her. "I'd say I saw plenty." He began to kiss her again. His lips working their way down her neck and along her shoulders, his hands beginning to explore her body. "Terry?" "Yes?" "I want you to take me, right here in front of this window. Not right now but at some point. The thought that someone could look up and see me getting fucked is such a huge turn-on." Terry laughed. "Your wish shall, as ever, be my command." Selina wriggled as Terry's hands explored her body. "Mmmmm, that feels nice," she purred as he ran his hands over her basque. He kissed her neck again as he ran his hands up her front, stopping just blow the swell of her breasts. "Tease!" she complained as he walked his fingers down her sides. He ran his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs, always stopping before reaching her pussy. Selina's body was on fire; his teasing was driving her crazy. She longed for him touch her nipples, to feel his fingers between the moist folds of her pussy. He began to kiss his way down Selina's back. When he reached her bum, he stopped to nibble gently on each cheek before continuing down the backs of her legs. "Mmmmm, that tickles," Selina complained with a giggle as he licked and kissed the back of her knees. When he reached her ankles, Selina turned around and spread her feet slightly further apart. Looking up, Terry could see a damp patch on her thong. "Enjoying this?" he teased. "Um, whatever gave you that idea?" she replied. He laughed and began to work his way back up. As he got closer the scent of her wet pussy filled his senses. Reaching her damp thong, Terry ran his tongue over its surface, tracing the contours of her lower lips and clit, tasting her juices through the material. Selina bit her lip, desperate not to let herself be pushed over the edge again too soon. His attention, however, was fixed on another goal and he quickly moved on. Standing up, Terry kissed Selina's neck as his hands moved to her breasts. As he nibbled on her collar-bone, he worked the lacy cups down, revealing her large, firm, yet soft breasts. Cupping them in his hands, he dipped his head, fastened his lips around one nipple and drew it into his mouth. "Ohhhhhh!", Selina moaned as nipple stiffened in response to the touch of his tongue. He teased the other between the thumb and finger of his left hand. Selina felt her pussy grow even wetter. Terry's tongue coated Selina's breasts with a warm film of saliva. His head moved from side to side as he teased each nipple with his lips and tongue. Selina changed position slightly and ground her pussy against his leg. Her clit throbbed as she rubbed it against him. Once again, she could feel the pressure mount, the need for release grow inside her, the sensations in her nipples and clit combining to overwhelm her. For a moment she was torn between surrendering to her impending orgasm and the desire to make the sensations last as long as possible. Selina, made her choice. Almost reluctantly she pushed Terry away. "I want to suck your cock," she purred. They changed position. Terry leaned against the windowsill as Selina dropped to her knees in front of him. She lightly traced the outline of his swollen cock through his trousers with her fingers. "Do you want me to suck your cock?" she asked, "Do you want to feel my lips around your lovely thick cock?" "Oh fuck yes, Selina!" Terry gasped. "I love it when you suck my cock." "I know you do," she replied coyly, "I'm going to lick it and suck it, and you're going to show me just how much you love it..." She unbuckled his belt and undid his flies. His cock sprang free as she tugged at his boxers. "Mmmm, looks like you really are pleased to see me," she purred as she began to lightly run her slender fingers along his thick shaft. Terry moaned as she kissed the swollen head of his cock. Pulling it up, Selina began to kiss and lick her way down the underside of his shaft. Terry's balls were smooth. "Ohh fuck!" he moaned as Selina licked and sucked them into her mouth. "Ohhh!" Terry sighed as Selina let his balls slip from her mouth. She worked her tongue back up his shaft, kissing and licking her way from his balls to the tip. "Fuck that's good," he moaned as she swirled her tongue around the engorged head and flicked the slit with the tip of her tongue before opening her lips wide to accept his cock into her mouth. Terry moaned softly as Selina's lips worked their way steadily up and down his cock. Cupping his balls in one hand, she squeezed gently as her other hand worked in tandem with her mouth. Sighs of pleasure proclaimed that her work was being appreciated as she licked and sucked his engorged knob. "Mmm, you... your mouth feels so good!" Terry moaned as Selina swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She increased her pace and her head began to bob back and forth faster and faster taking the head of his cock deep into the back of her throat with every stroke. Terry's balls felt full and heavy as she stroked and squeezed them. His cock twitched involuntarily inside her mouth as her lips slid up and down his length. Selina could sense his pent up tension as beads of pre-cum began to ooze from his slit. As she became aware of the hot, salty flavour, Selina sucked harder, relishing the control her mouth had over him. His hips began to thrust. His breath was coming in gasps as his climax approached. "Oh Selina, sweet Selina!" he moaned as she sucked still harder. Her hand beat more rapidly along his shaft as she slid her lips back so that only the very tip of his cock remained in her mouth. "I... I can't hold on..." he groaned as she flicked her tongue over the slit, licking away the increasing flow of pre-cum. Selina felt him tense. "Oh yes! Oh Selina! I... I'm cummig... Oooohh!" he moaned. Selina let her mouth go slack. She sucked hard and felt his body shudder as his cum began to surge from his cock. She swallowed hard as jet after jet of cum filled her mouth. It took all of her concentration to ensure that not a single drop escaped as cum erupted from his cock like a geyser in full flow. When at last he began to subside Selina used her fingers to squeeze the last few drops into her mouth. Satisfied, finally that there was no more to be had, she let his cock slip from her mouth. She licked her lips, looked up and smiled. "Somebody need that!" she exclaimed with a smile. "Too right I did!" he replied, "But there'll be plenty more where that came from later." "There'd better be! I'm not settling for just one load tonight." "Have I ever let you down before?" "No of course not, and I'm sure tonight will be every bit as good as always. "I'll do my best," Terry said coyly. He helped Selina to her feet. She kissed him and tugged at his tie. Terry undid his shirt and let it fall to the floor as she helped him out of his trousers and boxer shorts. "Do you think your pussy's ready for a good tongue lashing?" he asked. "It's been ready for that since I first walked through the door and saw you sitting in the lounge," she replied. Smiling, he led her to the bed. Selina lay down. Terry knelt between her legs and leaned forward, hooking his thumbs into the waist of her thong and pulling it down, revealing her smooth pussy. She raised her bum from the bed, allowing her sodden underwear to be removed, her juices glistened on her swollen lower lips. Selina reached down and ran a finger between her moist folds. "It's all yours, lover," she purred seductively before raising her finger to her mouth and licking her juices from it. Terry bent forward and kissed the insides of her knees then began to run his tongue up the inside of Selina's thighs, first one then the other. Each time he brought his mouth closer and closer without ever reaching his goal. Selina whimpered with anticipation each time his mouth approached her pussy only to draw away again at the final moment. His teasing was driving her crazy and she writhed on the bed with frustration. "Stop teasing and eat my fucking pussy!" she complained as his tongue slipped away once more. Enduring Selina's increasingly vocal complaints as her frustration grew, Terry continued to tease her. "C'mon eat me," she begged, "Fuck me with your tongue." Then, plaintively she added, "Please eat my pussy, ple... oooh!" A shiver ran up her spine as Terry pushed his tongue between her moist lower lips. "Mmm, you taste good," said Terry appreciatively before flicking his tongue over her clit. Selina gasped as his tongue darted in and out of her pussy. She raised her hands to her breasts and she began to cup and squeeze them. She pinched her nipples as Terry's tongue lapped at her pussy with broad strokes. She began to murmur incoherently as the sensations in her clit spread to engulf her. Terry's mouth fastened on her clit, sucking it between his lips as his tongue flicked over its swollen tip. "Mmm yesss!" purred Selina as a warm glow began to spread throughout her body. Terry savoured the taste of Selina's juices as his tongue explored every crevice of her pussy. He returned his attention to her clit. "Ohhh, mmmmm," Selina moaned as he slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy. He felt the walls contract to grip them as he twisted his fingers around inside her. He inserted a third and began rhythmically fucking her with his fingers as his tongue teased her swollen clit. Selina wriggled, raising her feet and resting them on his shoulders, allowing his fingers to penetrate her even more deeply. When his fingers were sufficiently lubricated Terry slipped them out of her pussy. "Ohhh!" exclaimed Selina as she felt his index finger press against the resistance of her arsehole. He slowly pushed one finger in and then another. Selina wriggled as Terry pumped his fingers in and out of her arse while, all the time, his tongue beat a steady rhythm on her clit. Selina knew her climax was approaching. She pinched and pulled her nipples as Terry fucked her arse with his fingers, his tongue lashing her throbbing clit. The intensity of the sensations grew with every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. Selina knew that this time she wouldn't be able to delay, let alone prevent the inevitable. Selina felt her womb begin to contract, sending spasms of pleasure coursing through her. "Yesss, Oh yesss!" she breathed exultantly as her climax took hold. She shook her head from side to side as Terry's tongue beat on her engorged clit. Her body began to shake uncontrollably. He removed his fingers from her arsehole and concentrated his attentions on her clit, sucking it into his mouth. Selina grabbed his head pressing his mouth harder against her, every touch of his tongue sending another bolt of pleasure through her. "Shit... Fuck... Ohhhh, mmmmm..." she moaned in response to his every touch, her orgasm possessed her utterly. Removing his tongue from her clit, Terry cupped his mouth over Selina's pussy. Her juices flooded his mouth as his tongue lapped between her inflamed lower lips. Writhing from side to side, unable to control her body, Selina whimpered as orgasm peaked again and again. The contractions gripping her womb were almost painful in their intensity as Terry's tongue drove her mercilessly onwards. At last, Selina could take no more. "Stop!" she cried. "Oh pl... please stop! I... I want you to fuck me. I want t... to feel your cock inside me." Terry lifted his face from Selina's pussy and wiped her juices from his cheeks. "Take your basque off, but leave the stockings and heels on," he said. Still barely able to control her body, Selina somehow forced herself to comply. Terry moved up, pausing briefly to kiss her breasts, until he smiled down at her. "Mmmmmm, yesssss!" Selina moaned as, with a single powerful lunge, Terry thrust his cock deep into her pussy. In response, she brought her legs up, allowing him to sink even deeper into her body. She rested her feet against his buttocks and clawed at his back with her fingers as he thrust his cock in and out. "Oooh yes, fuck me!" she cried as his cock plunged deep into her pussy. With every thrust she felt his balls slap against her. The walls of the pussy flexed, gripping his cock as it slid in and out with long, powerful strokes. "Harder!" she urged, "Fuck me harder! Oh yes! Oh Yes! Fuck me hard, mmmmm..." As Terry increased his pace Selina responded by digging her fingers into his arse cheeks, forcing him in deeper. She moved her hips so that they met every thrust at its deepest point, increasing the friction against her throbbing clit. "Oh... Ohhh screw me! Fuck me! Take me hard!" she cried, favouring the feeling as her pussy stretched around his cock. They rolled over. As Selina impaled herself on Terry's cock, he reached up to play with her breasts. "Mmmmmm, owwwwmmmmm," she moaned as he pinched and pulled on her nipples. Spasms pulsed through her pussy as another climax approached. Squeezing her breasts together, Terry managed to suck both nipples into his mouth. Selina's clit throbbed, her pussy tightened around his shaft. "I... I'm cumming Terry! I'm c... cumming again!" she sobbed. Her body shook. Terry could feel her juices running down his cock, trickling over his balls. Selina closed her eyes and rode the waves of her climax. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh yessss!" she moaned as she surrendered herself once again to the overpowering sensations. "Turn around," Terry demanded, "I want to see my cock disappear inside you." Mixing Business With Pleasure Slightly reluctantly, Selina did as she was told. Her pussy felt suddenly empty as she slid off his cock. She turned around, her back towards him as she straddled his legs. "You just lie back and enjoy the view," she purred as she reached back between her legs to grip his shaft. "Mmmm, yessssss!" she sighed as she flicked Terry's knob over her swollen lips and clit, coating it in her juices. Selina teased herself for several moments before guiding the swollen head of his cock towards the warm, wet entrance of her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she sighed as she pushed her hips back, feeling the head of Terry's cock stretch her once more as she lowered herself slowly on to him. "Oh fuck!" Terry gasped as felt the moist warmth of Selina's pussy engulf his cock as she impaled herself on its length. "Oh, Terry!" she moaned, "You feel sooo good inside me! So big! Soooo hard! Mmmmmmm." Slowly at first then gradually increasing her pace, Selina rocked her hips back and forth. Terry watched as his cock slid in and out of her with a soft, wet squelching sound. She flexed the walls of her pussy around his cock, milking his shaft inside her. "I love it when you do that," he moaned as the sensations added to his increasing tension. Looking back over her shoulder, Selina smiled as she clenched her pelvic muscles even tighter. She ran her fingers back, touching where their bodies joined, coating her fingers with her juices. With her fingers sufficiently lubricated, she slid them up to her arsehole and slowly worked them inside. "Just getting it ready for your cock," she said as she pumped her fingers in and out of her tight rear hole while grinding her pussy against him. Terry grabbed Selina's arse cheeks as She rode his cock with increasing abandon, coating his cock with the warm wetness of her juices as she impaled herself on its length. His hips began to buck, driving his cock deeper into her pussy as she slid up and down. He replaced her fingers with his, working them into her back passage as he thrust his hips up, filling her pussy. Selina played with her nipples as she thrust her hips back, grinding her pussy lips against his body. "You still want to be fucked by the window?" Terry asked, deciding he wanted to take control again. "Mmmmm, fuck yeah!" Selina replied emphatically. "Well, get your pussy off my cock and your sexy arse over there then." Selina smiled back at him. "OK, but I want to taste myself on your cock first." She slowly dismounted and began to wriggle backwards until her stocking clad thighs were either side of Terry's head. As she took his cock between her lips, she lowered her pussy on to his mouth. As she savoured the taste of her juices on his shaft, she pushed her hips back, grinding herself against his face. As Terry lapped at Selina's pussy, her juices flowed over his tongue and down his face. Selina sucked hard in his cock, teasing his balls with her fingers. It wasn't long before Selina felt a familiar tingling sensation in her clit. With every flick of Terry's tongue the sensations intensified. He reached up and began to squeeze her breasts, rolling her nipples under his thumbs. Once again, Selina felt the onrushing wave of her climax approach. She let Terry's cock slip from between her lips and gave voice to her pleasure. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh! Ohhh! OHHHHH!" she moaned, thrusting her hips back, increasing the pressure of Terry's tongue on her clit. He pinched her nipples hard. Bolts of lightning surged through her. Her orgasm continued to grow in strength. There were tears in Selina's eyes as she cried, "Yessssss! Oh fuck, yessssssssss!" As her body shook, Terry somehow managed to free himself from beneath her. Standing up, he took her hand and motioned towards the window. Selina allowed herself to be guided across the room. Once there, her legs barely supporting her, she braced herself with her hands against the cold glass of the windowpane. Terry paused for a moment to take in the view. Bent over, still in her high heels and sheer black stockings, the cheeks of Selina's arse framed her pussy. Her lower lips were a deep crimson, her juices dripped from her now tender hole. Terry smiled as he took position behind her. "Ahhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm!" she sighed as he entered her with a single thrust. He gripped her hips and began pounding her pussy hard. Selina's orgasm reignited as he drove his cock deep inside her with all of his force. She felt his fingers begin to spread her juices around her arsehole. "Fuuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk..." she moaned as he worked two lubricated fingers into her rear hole. As Terry's cock plunged into her pussy, his fingers twisted inside her arse, stretching it, opening her up. Knowing what was about to come pushed Selina even further over the edge. Suddenly, his cock was gone, her pussy was empty. Selina experienced another thrill of anticipation as Terry positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her back passage. "Ohhhh, ahhhhh!" she gasped as she felt it press against the resistance of her anal muscles. She felt her arsehole yield to the steady pressure of his cock as it began to push into her. "Ungh, ohh," she sighed as first the head and then the shaft worked their way into her tight rear opening. She pushed her hips back slowly, taking him into her until, at last, his cock was buried root deep in her arse. Terry gripped her hips then paused briefly to savour he sensation of feeling his cock gripped deep within her back passage. Selina braced herself, preparing for the pounding her arse was about to take as he pulled back and began to thrust. Selina gave a soft moan as Terry's cock began to slide in and out of her tight rear hole. Her hips began to move back to meet the next inward thrust. "Hell, your arse is so fucking tight," gasped Terry as he began to increase his pace. With every thrust Selina felt his shortly trimmed pubic hair tickling the stretched and sensitive skin of her real opening, she felt his smooth balls slapping against her inflamed labia. In and out, over and over, with increasing force, Terry's cock plunged into the tight confines of Selina's back passage. "Yes," she urged, "Fuck my arse. Go on fuck it, Oh yes, your cock feels so good in me. Fuck my arse. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeoooh!" She forced her hips back to meet his thrusts as his cock sawed in and out of her arsehole with increasing force. "Oh God," moaned Terry, "It's so tight. Your arse is so fucking tight!" Enduring Terry's onslaught, Selina's legs began to tremble as the force of his strokes increased. His breathing was ragged as his cock surged deep into her bowels. She could tell he was close to boiling point. She urged him on with a stream of obscenities, "Oh yes, that's it. Fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck my arse with your lovely big cock!" Terry rode her arse hard. Moving his hands from her hips, he worked them up her sides until they came to her breasts. He cupped them in his hands and squeezed them, pinching her tender nipples once again between his thumbs and forefingers. Somehow managing to steady herself with just one hand, Selina reached back between her legs. Her fingertips stroked against his balls as they slapped against her. "Fuck that feels good," he sighed hoarsely. She drew her fingertips over her clit. That fleeting touch was all it took to send surging spasms of pleasure coursing through her body again. Her arse was sore from the abuse it was tacking, her nipples ached from the attentions of Terry's fingers, but Selina didn't care. She let the throes of her orgasm wash over her, draining her of almost all of her reserves of strength. Terry pulled his cock from her tormented rear hole and she sank to the ground, turning to face him as she did. She smiled wearily up at him as he stood over her, his fingers wrapped around his cock, pumping furiously. "Cum for me Terry," she purred softly, "Cum all over my tits." His breathing was strained. His face pulled into a grimace of impending release. Selina could almost feel the tension in his body. "I... I... I'm... Aaaaahhhhhh..." he moaned as his cock suddenly erupted. "Mmmmmm, that's it," Selina breathed encouragingly as he emptied his load over her, his cum splashing over her face and breasts, "Give me your cum, Terry, give me all of it..." Spent, Terry almost collapsed to the floor then moved to sit beside her. They sat there for a while, shoulder to shoulder, their heads touching as they quietly shared the aftermath of their passion. Selina, rubbed his cum into her skin, occasionally lifting her fingers to her mouth to lick them clean. Later, as she sat in the bar, sipping on a well earned glass of wine, Selina hoped it wouldn't be too long before she saw Terry again. Yet again, she had enjoyed an evening with him, and it wasn't just because he paid well, always tipping her generously over and above her standard fee. She liked him because he liked her and liked to be with her. The fact that the sex was also fantastic was simply a bonus. Her reverie was broken when she became aware of a man approaching her. He was tall, dressed professionally and in his early to mid forties. "Is this seat taken?" he asked, indicating the stool beside her. Selina shook her head. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. She looked at her watch; it was a little after 10pm. "Be my guest," she replied with a smile. Her work for the evening, it seemed, wasn't quite over yet. Mixing Business with Pleasure I could have cried; as if I wasn't already feeling blue enough. My hairdresser and occasional lover of ten years informed me at our last appointment that she was moving in with her boyfriend. JC and I go back over a decade to around the time that her first marriage broke up. I helped her through that emotional turmoil with TLC but now it seemed that I would not only be looking for a new hairdresser, but a new fuck-buddy as well—bad for me, but great for JC. I could only wish her the best and be happy for her, but as the song says... "When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes." Here I was in the love-lost funk having just tried to refinish the antique wooden screen door on the front of my house. Standing on my front walk midway between the porch and the street, looking at the blotchy botched job, tears burned behind my eyes and threatened to fall. "Hey Jackie whatcha up to?" the cheerful voice hauled me back to the present. I turned to see my neighbor, Mary, plastic grocery sack dangling from her hand returning from the convenience store. "Oh I sanded and put a fresh coat of varnish on the door and look at the mess I made!" "Yeah that really didn't work out very well," Mary agreed. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I think it'll have to be replaced, but Jack is so busy with work these days he won't be able to get to it for weeks. In the meantime it's an eyesore and it's the first thing people see when they arrive." I lamented. "There's a woman who does restorations and fine carpentry work just over on the tenth line. Harry and I have used her a couple of times. She's a graduate of one of the community college home renovation courses. Maybe you should give her a call," Mary offered helpfully. "That sounds like a great idea! I shoulda gone with a professional to begin with. Do you have her number?" "Uh... somewhere," my neighbor face scrunched with chagrin. "I'll have a look and give you a call later," she promised as she continued toward her own home. No point dwelling on the blunder, I started packing the varnishing materials away. By the time I had that cleaned up it was time to start dinner. When Jack got home he took it all in stride as he always does. "If she's any good get her to give you a price on putting in that new backdoor you've been after me about since last summer," was all he said. The next day I made an evening appointment with Vivian Campbell. Mary told me that she prefers to be called Vi. The woman who rang my doorbell early that Monday evening was enigmatic in my view. She looked barely out of her teens. The absence of makeup and her curly, I could say frizzy, golden hair was tied back in a bushy ponytail seemed to accent her youthfulness. She was very slim and wore an olive colored work shirt open over a white 'T' shirt. The lower legs of her convertible greenish-grey pants were zipped off displaying muscular calves that disappeared into her low cut work boots. The knowledge and skills required to do her work, to say nothing of running her own business led me to expect a much older, perhaps I should say older looking, person. "Hello Missus Welsh, I'm Vi Campbell we spoke on the phone." "Of course come on in," I invited, "but you're already looking at the first job right here," I said gesturing toward my messed up screen door. She told me that unless I was inseparably attached to the old door, it would be cheaper to just replace it. She took measurements very quickly, producing a big tape measure form somewhere under her over shirt. Her voice reflected poise and self confidence. While she was taking measurements for the back door that I also wanted replaced I said, "So you're determined to beat the boys at their own game." "There's no reason why it's _their_ game!" she snapped with sparks in her eyes. Oops hit a nerve I thought. "Sorry... I just meant that it's unusual to find an attractive young woman doing this sort of work." "No I'm sorry," she responded somewhat sheepishly. "It's just that men always dominate and push us aside as if we're not as capable as they are and it's just not true." "How does your boyfriend feel about all of that," I ventured that she wasn't married. "I don't have one," she mumbled facing away from me and bending down as she continued to record the measurements of my backdoor. My _gaydar_ went on alert and I was looking at Miz Campbell in a whole new light. "Is this your last task for the day?" I enquired innocently while scoping out her ass as best I could through her baggy pants. "Yeah, checking out and quoting new work is always the last thing," she confided looking at her notes and then back at the door frame. "Do you have time for a cup of tea... or something stronger if you'd prefer." Her expression when she looked up from the pad of paper she was holding was inquisitive even puzzled. "I wouldn't say no to a beer if you have one," she accepted my invitation. We were standing at the back door so I said, "Why don't you head out onto the deck and make yourself comfortable and I'll bring it right out." Not being a beer drinker I was surprised to find four different kinds of beer in our bar fridge. I put a frosted mug from the freezer and a bottle of each on a tray along with a glass and wine cooler for myself. I set the tray on the shoe cabinet beside the backdoor so I could open it. Looking out the window onto the deck I froze. My renovation contractor had removed her over shirt. She was sitting in one of the deck chairs with arms straight out from her shoulders, head way back—chin to the sky—and her back arched. The stretch etched her sensible bra into the fairly thin material of her white T shirt and provided a tantalizing view of the orbs it contained. The very small circles Vivian was making with her arms trying to limber up her back caused her breasts to move provocatively. Taking a deep breath I shouldered the door open simultaneously retrieving the tray. "Feeling the strain?" I asked announcing my arrival. "Yeah, I try to sneak a stretch in, here and there, whenever I can." "I brought a variety so you can pick your own poison," I said setting the tray with the five bottles on the table in front of her. "Wow, service and selection... that's hard to beat," she responded brightly reaching for the Bud Light. "I'll go you one better if you want. I'll give you a shoulder rub." I offered stepping quickly around behind her chair. "Oh I couldn't possibly..." I was expecting her protest and made sure that I was in position and had started to work my magic before she could even get the words out. My practiced fingers dug into the knotted muscles squeezing and twisting rhythmic fashion. "Ughh," she sighed. "My god you're good at that!" "So I've been told," I replied looking down onto the front of her shirt and admiring the way her boobs shaped nearly translucent T. I continued to massage, varying the pressure and pace feeling pretty proud of myself for having gotten my hands on her (albeit non-sexually) less than half an hour after we'd met. A warm anticipatory sensation was developing in my low belly. When the scapulae began to release I turned my thumbs and attention to the rhomboids and deltoids. The progress was rewarded with more appreciative groans and sighs. I noticed an extra protrusion atop the lush hills that gave the T shirt its attractive shape. The emergence of her nubbins was testament to the pleasure hormones and enzymes that her body was generating. The release of muscle tension and relief of pain was already being interpreted as pleasure. If not actively resisted the integration of a sexual component usually followed. My sexual components were already fully integrated. The tingle of my own persistently erect nubbins chaffed by my bra posed a problem. My hands were otherwise occupied. My needs were at least partially appeased by pressing my mons against the back of the contractor's chair. I managed enough stimulation to send tendrils joy down my inner thighs which weakened my knees. A momentary sag went unnoticed by the seated woman I was massaging, as did the soft involuntary noise I made. Moving my hips to the same rhythm as my massaging hands I soon realized that the meager containment provided by my labial folds had been breached. My hairless outer lips were bathed in the flowing juices captured by the crotch gusset of my panties. That sometimes annoying voice of reason was murmuring in the background that when I eventually sat down I was going to have an embarrassing damp mark to explain. I was groovin' looking down at Vi's boobs and stiffening nipples, imagining how they'd feel in my mouth, rubbing my pussy against the chair listening to my new friends appreciative sounds. I'm not exactly sure how long the message lasted but some internal clock told me it was long enough. With a final firm squeeze I said, "I think you're a little looser," as I moved around and sat in the facing deck chair. A tiny rush swept over as I felt the squishiness mashed up between my legs. "That was wonderful... thank you so much," she said with obvious sincerity. Vi ignored the chilled mug and brought the bottle of Bud to her lips. As she enveloped the upper neck I couldn't help imagining the way their soft fullness would feel on my mouth. I started pouring my cooler into the glass. "You could probably train a boyfriend to do that with a bit of persuasion," I said suggestively before taking a sip. "Not really interested," she replied taking a long swallow; another blip on the gaydar. "Doesn't it get a bit lonely being all on your own?" "I keep busy... and I love to read." "Yeah but what do you do for fun?" I continued in spite of the fact that she looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well... I..." "I'll give you a call sometime when we're going out," I suggested. "A stag woman mingling with married couples might not work out so well," she protested. "Oh I didn't mean with the men! Just with the girls silly," this notion changed her demeanor. "I was sure Mary said that you were married," Vi perked up as she responded. "I'm married, I'm not dead," I announced borrowing a male excuse for a roaming eye. I sat back demurely crossing my bare legs before adding; "I get together with the girls at least once a month. Usually it's just two or three of us... sometimes more." Vi had moved out onto the edge of her chair, "That sounds like it could be fun!" "Oh we have fun alright," I replied with what I hoped came across as a lascivious chuckle while straightening my black silk skirt. My contractor friend was leaning forward now, elbows on her knees. Our gaze locked. "What kind of things do you do?" she asked expectantly. "You know... girl things," I answered searching her eyes. "Do you like to do girl things?" I could feel her eyes searching back. "I do," she rejoined allegorically. "Given how you make your living, people might get the impression that you have an abundance of testosterone." It wasn't exactly calling her a butch. "Maybe they aren't wrong," she replied straightening up and taking a man-sized swig from the tall brown bottle. "And that's just what a girls' night out needs is some girl testosterone," I respond raising my glass in salute before taking a large swallow. Vivian had set her beer down and was leaning forward again searching my eyes and face. As I lowered my glass I hoped my smirk would help her correctly read between the lines. A glimmer of realization lit her face a moment before her finger tips grazed the plump calf muscle of my upper crossed leg. As if she were emitting a high voltage charge, the nerves between the point of contact and the epicenter of my womanhood lit up causing a head spinning throb in my soggy crotch. Reflexively I tried to cover the sensual groan with a weak cough—it was a poor and ineffective ruse. "So you don't mind having some less girly girls around?" she queried brushing her hand back and forth striking sparks between her fingertips and my calf. "Not at all!" I managed to say as the brushing was turning into a caress. This time when our eyes met understanding was complete. I was impressed with Vi's coordination as she slithered off the deck chair and positioned herself between my legs. Her hands slid up the tops of my thighs pushing my skirt ahead of them. Our eyes were still riveted on each other. There were no questions left to the imagination now that she was kneeling between my knees; my skirt pushed high enough to expose the saturated crotch of my panties. She brushed my swollen mons. "Oh my... that's pretty wet what have you been thinking about?" Vi mused as she continued to lightly brush over the sodden gusset of my panties. "I've been thinking about getting it on with you," I answered lifting my ass and stripping my underpants down until they snagged at my knees. The kneeling younger woman wasted no time in completing the job. My sling back sandals wound up under the rattan coffee table in the process. Our eyes met once again as Vivian slid her hands up my thighs sending shivers down my spine. The thought that invaded my hyper-aroused brain was that they should put a picture of her face beside the word lust in the dictionary. She cast her gaze between my spread legs. I could easily imagine the sight she was seeing; my hairless vulva glowing bright pink and swollen possibly glistening with residual wetness. "Sweet!... you're bald," she appreciated before sliding her forearms under my thighs and pulling my hips forward until my ass was nearly off the chair. Coiling her arms around she applied her fingers to my pussy from the top. She pulled the folds open and in the process applied pressure to my turgid girl cock. I was happy that there was no need to suppress the bone-marrow deep groan that rose from my core. Her tongue flicked and fluttered testing and tasting the effluent juices while simultaneously sending lightning bolts out in every direction from my crotch. I tried to hold still—_I really did_—but the sensations were so wonderful and the erotic tension had built for so long (since the massage) that my hips started jerking around like I was having convulsions. Vi took the gyrations in stride and merely clamped down with the forearms (she is amazingly strong) to keep my kitty in place. Two or three orgasms swept over me so quickly that I almost blacked out. I did manage to retain consciousness and rode the wave of the premature climaxes as Vi settled into a rhythmic exploratory caress of my entire labia. Once in a while she'd flick my clit but she seemed quite content to kiss and suck and enjoy my lower lips without express purpose. She'd obviously done this before. I opened my blouse and popped my boobs out of their cups so I could caress my nipples while the maestro performed her magic. Heat built up. I was feeling delirious by the time the gigantic rush caused every nerve in my body to explode all at once. I don't know how long it all lasted I can only say that finale did not disappoint. Vi sat back on her haunches. Her face was glistening with my juices. While struggling to get my breathing under control I was also trying to read the expression on her face. It resembled the smug satisfaction that a master might wear reviewing a job done to perfection. A Mona Lisa smile would cover it, if it weren't such a cliché. I was amazed at how much strength I had. I grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to me. Kissing her with all the depth of passion I was feeling I tasted myself smeared over the lower portion of her face. Any connoisseur will tell you that no two pussies taste the same and I was of course very familiar with my normal essence. Sucking the residue of my orgasms from her only whet my appetite to enjoy what my contractor turned lover was hiding between her legs. Our mouths frolicked and explored, caressed and teased. By now Vi's breathing was as labored as mine. I pulled up her shirt and pawed amateurishly at her bra cups. The kiss was broken more to prevent mutual asphyxiation than any sense that the act was complete. The kneeling younger woman stripped her T shirt over her head and cast it aside like a used hankie. Her hands performed that unique twist required to reach behind your own back and unfasten the hooks of her bra. She shrugged it off and just let it fall on the deck in front of where she was kneeling. The whole stripping to the waist activity happened literally in the blink of an eye. My mid section including my pussy were still humming in the afterglow but that didn't prevent a fresh electric pang stabbing my quim as her beautiful and amazingly firm breasts came into view. I feasted my eyes before reaching out to cradle and caress. The orbs were more than a handful for me and when I applied my thumbnails to the tawny peaks I was rewarded with the first appreciative sound I'd heard her utter. Her reddish brown nipples rose quickly under my aggressive prodding and I was soon rolling dugs equal in size to the first joint of my thumb. Vi tipped her head way back as I paid homage to her boobs. She looked much the way I had seen her from the doorway so long ago. I didn't have a plan I just relied on dumb luck in sliding off the deck chair to get down to Vivian's level. The chair wouldn't slide as I tried to push it aside with my hip so it tipped over and tumbled. We barely noticed. My mouth replaced my hand on one tumescent tit and as I began my oral tribute. Her deep wailing sigh spurred me to suck harder and lash her thick protruding gumdrop mercilessly with my tongue. Vi's finger tips were digging almost painfully into my scalp when I performed the switch to her left boobie while continuing to stimulate her slobbery right with my fingers. I would have been content to lavish attention on her breasts for hours, and her steady hum of appreciation punctuated by an occasional squeal was gilding to a lily. It was also a relief that she was no longer trying to penetrate my skull with the fingers of both hands—now it was only one. I wasn't curious about where her other hand was occupied until the exceptionally faint but distinct scent of her arousal tickled my nose. My head was sort of to the side, so casting my gaze downward I was able to see that my new fuck-buddy had opened her convertible pants and was vigorously attending to her needs. I had an innate sense of injustice after the magnificent job she'd done licking me. In hindsight what I did next was not really safe. I pushed, lightly mind you, on Vi's upper arm in an effort to get her laying down. A less coordinated lover might have fallen over and whacked her head. Fortunately for both of us Miz Campbell possessed the agility to get the forearms down on the deck and lower herself very gracefully onto the cedar planks. As soon as she was prone she hooked her thumbs in her waistband and pushed her cut offs and panties down together. My mouth watered and my coochie did a flip when I saw how the crotch of the panties dragged filaments of juice halfway to her knees. I helped the cause by pulling her soggy drawers the rest of the way off. It was comical that she still had her short work boots and socks on, but nothing else. Her construction site safe feet were fairly close together and she let her raised knees and slender thighs fall outward. My view of her treasure was obscured by her untended bush. The golden brown hair wasn't thick but formed a very flat profile V. The nearly horizontal top edge was an inch or so above her mons. The lateral limits were all the way out to her groin—no bikini trim for this lady. The hair on the midline was clearly saturated and glistened wetly covering her crease. After swallowing the copious amount of saliva I inhaled deeply through my nose savoring the aroma of her arousal. Mixing Business with Pleasure Vi's fingers came into my field of view. She stroked languidly up through her matted carpet with a slight side to side wiggle before digging her fingers deep into the puffy fullness of her labia. I realized that my eyes were wide and my mouth was wide open as her finger spread the succulent flesh eventually exposing her prominent love button. There was a powerful churning sensation between my own legs and for some reason I was thinking how much her clit looked like a red pistachio sticking nearly straight out between her fingers. (Why did they used to dye them red anyway?) For the uninitiated this was an extremely significant sign from my lover. It told me that she preferred direct contact with her clitoris—which is often not the case. She'd showed me what she wanted and I was more than delighted to deliver. I could feel the rigid nubbin between my lips while I gave it several very rapid stiff tongue strokes. It occurred to me later that Vivian's squeals were loud enough to draw the attention of my neighbors if they'd happened to be out. At the time I was far to consumed in every way with the labor of love at hand—or perhaps that should be at mouth. I hunkered down lying out on my tummy. My lover athletically cocked her pelvis up for me supporting her weight on her feet and upper shoulders so that her hips and butt were almost hovering above the deck. Long slow flat tongued strokes up her gash enabled me to collect a mouthful of delicious juice. I swirled it around in my mouth letting every taste bud have its share like a connoisseur sampling a rare wine. I hadn't forgotten whose pussy I was eating—_exactly_—but I was very consumed and concentrated on the process, varying my technique in reply to my lover's response. Long strokes, slow laps, firm tongue, relaxed tongue, rapid flicks and stabs the variations are endless. A mental asterisk went beside the ones that elicited the best reaction for later use as I went through my repertoire. Her thigh and pelvic muscles tightened and convulsed mildly a couple of times signifying minor climaxes. It was nice that her ass was off the cedar planks so my knuckles didn't wind up getting skinned while I was squeezing and massaging her cheeks. My finger tips naturally invaded the crack. I felt the virtual river flowing from front to back imaging a pool forming on the deck. I wondered what percentage was her pussy juice compared to how much was my spit. The certainty was that it was slippery and greased my fingers in quest of her puckered ring. Very slowly and gently I explored the forbidden erogenous zone. There were any number of reasons why a lover might balk at stimulation in this area. Her deep groan and hip thrust wasn't a clear enough indication. She might have raised her butt to evade my exploring fingers. I tried just the tiniest penetration. The verdict was in—_guilty!_ Vivian's ass pushed down trying to impale herself on my intrepid digit. I made no move to prevent my finger from slipping past the tight sphincter into the super heated depth. Her pelvis began to move quite wildly and rather than attempt to prolong the rocket ride I enveloped her clit thrashing with my tongue and sucking. We were both much too engaged to be concerned about noise even though here in the great outdoors surrounding my backyard deck her ecstatic cries could no doubt be heard for blocks. I was somewhat insulated from the cacophony because my lover's muscular thighs slammed shut on my head effectively deafening me. Her fingers were again trying to penetrate my skull as she rolled onto her side in the throes of ecstasy. I thrust my finger all the way up her bum while continuing to torment her girl-cock mercilessly. I waited until the convulsions quieted before extricating myself from between Vivian's legs. I worked my way around my lover who was now in something quite close to the fetal position. I reached out and stroked the damp curls away from her eyes. She looked at me, a shiver washed over her and a wry grin shaped her mouth. "Isn't there a caveat about mixing business with pleasure?" she asked softly. "Are you saying you don't want to fix the door?" I countered moving forward to kiss her forehead. "I'll risk it." A moment later were kissing in a full embrace. THE END.