2 comments/ 12054 views/ 3 favorites On My Knees By: YouCanCallMePiper I smiled brightly when I pulled into the drive and seen him waiting at the door. I parked and got out as quickly as I could and by the time I got out of my car, he was waiting there with his arms open. "Hi, Baby girl" he purred into my ear as he folded me against his chest. "Mmmm hi, Daddy" rising up on my tippy toes to place a soft kiss against his lip. Well, I intended it to be a soft kiss. Chaste. We were standing outside where his neighbors could see, after all. But at the first brush of his mouth on mine, my body took over and I crushed my lips against his. His arms tightened around my waist, molding my soft curves against his hard body and I melted into him. It was he who finally broke the kiss, regaining his senses and finding the strength for both of us. "Inside." he grinned and heaved my bag from the back seat. "I've missed you, Daddy" I cooed and slinked up to him when he closed the door behind us, hiding us from would be prying eyes. "Show me." His eyes twinkled as he ran his index finger over my full bottom lip. My heartbeat kicked into high gear as I flicked my tongue out to sweep over his finger. Accepting my opened mouth invitation, he slid his finger into my mouth. Dragging it in and out slowly, seductively as I suckled on it suggestively. He used that saliva coated finger to paint my lips as he growled, "Such a pretty, dirty mouth my girl has." Blood rushed and pooled between my legs, swelling my sex and making it throb insistently. I had to have him. Had to taste him. Now. It had been far too long. I dropped to my knees and tugged the closure of his pants open until I freed his already hard cock. "Did Daddy miss his baby girl?" I asked coyly looking up at him through my lashes. Closing my fingers around his shaft, it pulsed in my hand as if to welcome me back. I didn't wait for an answer tho. In one motion I took his erection into my mouth and moaned at the taste of him. I pushed his pants down his legs while I moved my mouth back and forth along his length. With his hands in my hair, he walked backwards while I crawled to his chair. Once he was sitting, I went to work. Slurping and sucking my Daddy's dick. His hand in my hair applied pressure, pushing me down until my nose pressed against his pelvis. My tongue fought wildly, thrashing and shoving. Instinctively trying to eject the invasion. My throat closed and convulsed around his cock head yet he held me in place until drool collected around the base of his dick. He removed his hand and my head automatically flew off his dick. Sucking in a deep breath through my wide open mouth, spit stringing from my bottom lip to his glistening prick. Just as quickly, I dove back down his length, once again triggering my body's automatic response. I squirmed as I fought the urge to back off. Obscene noises escaping my throat in protest. Jerking my mouth off again, I looked up at Daddy while my chest heaved with exertion. His eyes traveled down to my cleavage, desire clouding his eyes while his cock bobbed for attention. Snatching my shirt off and removing my bra as quickly as I could, my full breasts hung heavy. Thick puckered nipples capped large dusty pink areola. I pushed my breasts together for Daddy's hungry gaze. Tweaking both nipples shot jolts of pleasure through my core. I played with them, delighting in the way Daddy ate me up with his hot stare, until I couldn't take it anymore and dove back down his cock. My breasts caressed the insides of his thighs and brushed his balls as I bobbed my head up and down his length. His big hand covered the back of my head and held be planted at the base. My lips and nose buried in his public hair while he thrust his hips and forced himself even further down my throat. Through clenched teeth me growled while his cock pulsed against the back of my tongue. "Daddy's fucking whore. Aren't you?" I garbled an affirmative response but his head made my response unintelligible. Still, it was enough to let him know I was- if he needed any further confirmation. My eyes bulged and I heard the sound of my own blood rushing through my ears as my body begged for air now. He was wedged so deeply in my throat my airways were clogged with his meat. With black tears rolling down my cheeks, I looked up him, silently pleading while veins popped out over my temples. My eyes rolled back and darkness began to closer in around the periphery of my vision. My heart slammed against my chest. I slapped and clawed at his thighs. Finally he let my head down and it shot off him. I gasped and coughed, a bit bewildered as the oxygen flooded my face and brain. My nose and the apples of my cheeks tingled. Daddy sat up, with his curled index finger, he collected a glob of spit from my chin and proceeded to smear it over my mouth, my chin, my cheeks. Shoving his first and middle finger back into my mouth while his other hand fisted in my hair. "Such a dirty little cock sucker." He hissed against my ear. I nodded, "Yes, Daddy. Your dirty little cock sucker." I managed, my voice raspy. "Good girl." he cooed and tugged my hair sharply, exposing my neck to him. His teeth sank into my tender flesh and my clit throbbed. Threatening to cum right then and there. My breath hitched and he knew what he'd done. Of course he did. "Don't do it. Don't you fucking cum yet. Not until I tell you." He growled as he grabbed my hips and pulled me to my feet. Together we yanked off my jeans and he roughly pulled me to his lap. I scrambled to comply, straddling his thighs. "Are you wet for me, baby girl?" I nodded dumbly, still breathing heavily. Two of his thick fingers dug into my tight pussy without preamble. "Mmmm you are wet. Such a slut. Sucking dick makes you a wet mess." Wiggling his digits deep inside me, his knuckles digging into my outer lips making me rise up until my knees were barely touching the chair anymore. As quickly as his finger found my pussy, they were shoved into my mouth. "See how wet you are?" he asked as he maneuvered me over him. I greedily sucked his fingers cleaned. Lapping at the spaces between his fingers to collect the juices gathered there. The head of his cock bumped against my fat clit and made me moan as sensations coursed through my body and my cunt grabbed at what was just inches away. With his other hand on my hip, fingers digging into my flesh, together we aligned ourselves until he slide along my bare, slick slit and with one thrust he drove into me. I cried out around his fingers and threw my head back as I screamed out. My pussy convulsed and constricted, adjusting to his girth as he held me impaled on his shaft. WIth our foreheads pressed together, inhaling the very breath the other exhaled, we relished in the feel of our joining. Slowly, I began to roll my hips and he began to lift up. We moved in unison. Each thrust met with a counter thrust. A sweet, slow, deep penetration that had me mewing and moaning. My body teetering deliciously on the edge. Each down stroke pressed my impossibly engorged clit against his pelvis. Biting my bottom lip, "I need..." Squeezing my eyes shut tightly in concentration. "Open your eyes" he commanded and I obeyed. My green eyes staring into his. For several intense minutes we stared at each other while we continued to move and I fought to retain control. My moans rose an octave. "Please." I shuddered. "Please what?" "Please may I cum?" "Please may I cum, who?" I growled and bit the inside of my cheek. I was slipping. "Please may I cum, Daddy?" He pumped in and out of me again and again, unanswering. "Please!" I squeaked. He slammed into me and screamed, "Cum for me!" The last word hadn't left his mouth before my cunt tightened and spasmed around his pistoning shaft. He never let up as I exploded again and again. As the last ripple coursed through me I felt him pulse. The first hot, thick rope shot deep inside me, splashing and coating my cervix. Again and again he released his load into my tight cunt until we both collapsed against each other in a shuddering mess. His big arms wrapped around me and and burrowed into his chest. Content. On My Knees Again No matter how hard I tried I could not forget the feel of John's cock in my mouth. It had been weeks now since I had sucked my first cock and it was all I could think about. The more I tried to put the incident behind me the more often it started playing on my mind. I soon began masturbating while curled in a ball so that I could shoot into my open mouth and on my face. The thought of sucking on another cock was becoming an obsession. Eventually I could not take it any more and decided to try one more time. Not really knowing how to go about finding a man I went back down to the Halifax train station where I left my phone number on the washroom wall stating that I wanted to suck cock. I then headed home to nervously wait by the phone hoping that someone would call and at the same time that no one would call. That night I got a call from an older male wondering if we could meet for some fun. I asked him what he was looking for and he said that he needed a good blow job. That's all I needed to hear to agree. I agreed to meet him at the station where he said he would be waiting outside in a blue Dodge. The drive from Dartmouth took about 20 minutes, 20 minutes to try and talk myself out of this, 20 minutes of nervous anticipation. I pulled into the parking lot and found a blue Dodge with a single male parked at the end of the lot. I walked over to the passenger side and opened the door and got in. I asked if he had called me and when he said yes told him to drive towards the Arm. He said he was nervous of the parks and we agreed to park on one of the back roads above the park. As we drove he asked if I liked sucking cock and was I good at it. Not wanting to scare him away with an admission that he was only my second man I told him that all the others were happy with my services. He then asked if I swallowed, spit or took cum in the face. He seemed very happy when I told him that once his cock slides across my lips I will keep it until he has drained all his cum. Once he parked I slid down to the floor and pulled open his pants and reached in for his cock. It was soft in my hand and I pulled it out and began to stroke him, feeling his cock harden a little in my hand. It was a small cock, about 5" long, cut and of average thickness. Once semi hard I took his whole cock into my mouth and began to savour the taste and feel of his cock. This time I was prepared for the experience and rather that react with surprise concentrated on each nuance of this mans cock. Again it was the magic of the soft skin, steel hard cock and vein pulsing against my lips, but this time I knew what I wanted and began to suck his cock with a passion. I held the head of his cock in my lips as I tongued the head and stroked his cock, tasting his precum. I slid my lips down his shaft until his whole cock was in my mouth, my lips down to his balls. It wasn't long before I could feel his cock stiffen even more and the vein pulse rapidly against my lips. This time I tightened my lips and slide my tongue up and down the vein waiting to taste his cum, waiting to have another man shoot his hot load into my mouth. He told me he was about to cum and I looked up into his face as his cock started to spasm in my mouth. With each spasm he pumped hot thick cum from his balls into my mouth and I swallowed as fast as I could. I found the taste completely different than mine or John's. The texture thinner and loved the feel of each shot pumping into me, wanting more from him. I sucked his cock until it was dry and soft, drinking down every drop of cum he had. Again the drive back was silent. I was happy about what I had done and swore that this was the last. My curiosity was satisfied. This was not how it was to end though. On My Knees Again Well here I am again. It always seems to end up this way. I'm at my best friend Jamie's house in his shower, on my knees, with his thick uncut cock hanging in front of my watering mouth. How did I get here? We're both happily married to beautiful women, each of us with a kid. Yet every few weeks, I'm back in his shower. We've been doing this off and on for the last 15 years, since high school. That's a story for another day though, I shouldn't get too off track. The reason I've decided to tell you about today's session is because I discovered a new side of myself today. My narcissistic side. Jamie's cock is at full mast, standing a proud 7.5 inches long and it must be the same around the base. The tip of his red head is poking out of his foreskin, begging for my tongue to taste its precum. I know Jamie needs a release today, he hasn't had much from the wife lately, and his balls are hanging heavy and full. I like it when it's been a while for him, the bigger the load the better my reward. I grab his dick with my hand and give his head a wet kiss. I work my way down his hot shaft to those glorious balls, taking each one into my warm mouth and rolling them around with my tongue. This is when he shows me his little surprise, as he slides the shower curtain open enough to reveal a strategically placed mirror that I happen to be perfectly reflected in. I don't know how I missed it on my way into the shower, but there it is. For the first time in my life, I see myself kneeling before a cock. And I LOVE IT. I get to work on his beautiful dick, watching myself the entire time. I curl my tongue around his head and start by softly milking the tip with my lips. Gradually I work it further into my mouth, amazed at how his cock fills my cheeks and stretches my lips. As he moans his approval, I raise the show up a notch and bury his manhood deep into my hungry throat -- I've always worked very hard at the art of deep throat, and I'm quite proud of what I can accomplish. Watching my throat expand in the mirror makes me hornier than I've ever been, I've watched plenty of porn but this is by far the hottest thing I've ever seen. He slaps my face with his heavy dick a few times and laughs when I smile up at him. I fuck him with my mouth for a few more minutes, allowing him to thrust until his balls slap my chin, and then he interrupts me..."My turn," he says. Grudgingly, I let his dick fall from my mouth and I stand up to let him have his fun. Jamie is a different cock sucker than me, I'm the eager deep throater begging for a hot load while he enjoys taking his time and pleasuring all parts of my dick, unconcerned with the end result. He goes to work on my slightly longer but thinner pole, which sports a mushroom head that would make a porn star blush. As he isn't concerned with watching himself in the mirror, I tilt it so that I can see a different angle. I can't believe how huge my dick looks inside his mouth, and I settle in to enjoy the show. He strokes himself while he blows me, which I watch with lust as he works it toward orgasm. I know the drill...he sucks my dick for a long while, and when he stands up he's ready for his release. Finally, the moment arrives. He gets to his feet and I drop to my knees, going straight for his luscious balls. I suck them hard now while he jerks his cock right above my face, groaning with anticipation. I've just managed to get both of his balls in my mouth when he pulls back and takes aim. I've been waiting weeks for this moment, and now I get to watch it! The first white rope lands on my forehead, the second on my cheek. I bury his spasming dick in my mouth for the rest of his load, swallowing greedily as his balls empty inside me. When he says he's all done, I run my finger from below his sack to the top of his dick, making sure I've gotten the last drop. With his softening cock still in my mouth, I turn my gaze back to the mirror and reach down for my own hard-on. I quickly bring myself to an explosive orgasm, never allowing his member to leave its warm wet home. As I wash up, I think the same thought as always.... How did I get here? The only thing I know for certain is that I will be back here again soon, and I hope that mirror will be here too. On My Knees for Her Until 6 months ago, I would tell you that I had it made. I had a great job, an active dating life, a varied sex life, and nothing in front of me but blue sky. Now all I got in front of me is my boss's cunt. Serving my mistress is, somehow, more satisfying than my old life. I guess I should go back to the beginning. I work at DeClarke enterprises. My job was as a sales rep, pushing medical supplies. I had a car, an expense account, and an easy job. At its core my job was to show the buyers a good time and push the products. Mostly I bought the buyers, dinner, drinks; maybe a show or concert. Often we ended up in strip clubs with lap dances and other personal services. Not only was the job fun, but I was good at sales. I was usually at the top of the sales board. Then one day it all started to unravel. The phone rang and a voice summoned me into Ms. Leslie DeClarke's office. Shit, was my first thought. On second thought, what did I have to worry about; I made her tons of money. Maybe I was getting a promotion. I walk into Ms. DeClarke office suite just as cocky as hell. Her assistant ushered me into the boss's office. DeClarke was working at her desk and without looking up she motioned me to sit down. As almost a reflex I gave her the once over. Her hair was cut perfectly, maybe a little too severe for my tastes. She has on an expensive business suit with a pencil skirt. Nice tits, full lips, I casually thought I could easily give her a toss. She slowly looked up at me with no expression on her face. "Who the fuck to do you think you are?" I gasp and sputter; no way I wasn't expecting this. "I have been looking over your expense reports. Obscene bar tabs, lavish dinners, strip clubs, escorts; are you some kind of thief or a fucking pimp?" All I could put out there was a weak, "Look at my sales?" "It's not about the money," she barked at me. "Do you know this is my family business? My grandfather started it and my father grew it and ......" I went fucking numb. I can see she is talking but I can't focus on the content. She is saying something about honor and respect and shit that like that. Then she dropped the bomb. "You got an hour to pack your stuff and get out. An officer will be accompanying you to make sure you do not steal more of my money." I stupidly stood and walked out in a daze. I could vaguely see an officer off my shoulder and I saw a sad, pathetic look from the secretary. I then took the walk of shame as my co-workers gasp and point at me. I packed my few things in a little box when the phone rang. Get in my office, NOW!" I carried my sad little box and made my way to Ms. DeClarke's office. I wanted to be bold and tell her to go fuck herself, better yet slap the piss out of her. Somehow, I did not do either; I just stood there a broken man. "Maybe I was too harsh on you. Come here and sit by me." "Officer, you can go. Tell my assistant that I need a couple of coffees, maybe a shot of bourbon for our friend here." "You broke my rules and there has to be a cost. You can't just run wild and expect no one would notice or care. You owe me for all these costs. " "I can pay you back." I excitedly offer. Ms. DeClarke's assistant comes in with a silver tray with two coffees and a mini-bottle of Wild Turkey. Ms. DeClarke leans over and pours the bourbon into my cup. "Here drink this," she says in absolute sweetness. "I was thinking you might perform some extra services. A kind of part-time job." "Sure, anything you want. I mean, I love this job. I love this company. Nothing is too much for me to do." I fell into sales mode. "Come back here at about 6. I want to think about it." I grabbed my little box and damn near danced back to my office. "I knew they couldn't do without me," I said aloud. By 6:00, the office was empty as I strolled down to Ms. DeClarke's office. There was no assistant and I walked straight into the office. The lights in her office were dim. She sat at her desk and looked up. "I have decided to let you work off you debt. If at any point you do not perform the duties exactly as I ask, you are out on your ass. There is no discussion, no debate. I tell you what to do and you do it. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes." "Yes, Mistress," she corrected. "Take off your clothes" "What the fuck," I thought to myself as I hesitated. Mistress stood up and I noticed she had a riding crop in her hand. She quickly strode across the room and whipped me, hard, on the hip. "Do you remember our understanding?" "Yes." I said. She slapped me again. That riding crop hurt. "Yes, Mistress." I said. With that, I began to undress. As I undressed, Mistress walked around me, looking me over as a tiger does a lamb. I hesitated when I got down to my shorts. That little pause cost me another slapped. Finally, I was naked. She took the riding crop and lifted my cock for inspection. "Pathetic," is all she said as she gazed at my manhood. "Do you fuck girls with that thing?" she asked. "Yes,...Mistress" I replied. "Don't see how something like that could make them happy, bitch." "On your knees, bitch" she ordered. I fell to my knees. "Let's see that thing hard. Bitch, play with you cock. Get it hard." Again, I paused only to receive a stinging smack across my back. My hand quickly began to stroke my cock. Not only did it get hard, but bursting hard. "Don't you dare cum, you little bitch boy." "Still not much of a dick, don't see me using that. If you are lucky I will let you jack-off when you are very good." "Let's see how that tongue of your works?" She walked in front of me and lifted her pencil skirt. I saw no underwear and a dark heavy bush. Clearly, she does not shave her hairy pussy. I leaned in and she parted her legs a bit. I immediately smelled that musky of cunt juice, a bit of pee and deep femininity. I took my first couple of licks and felt that thick bush part. Mistress was wet, I mean really wet. I eagerly, now, started working her cunt. "That's right. Bitch. Get your tongue deep in there. " I felt her hand on the back of my head as she pulled me in deeper. "The clit, lick the clit, bitch. Work it hard." I did as commanded. Soon I felt her tense and start to cum. I eagerly lapped at the juices. Her hair was matted with cunt juice and I licked and sucked all of it I could. I was really into it now when I felt her hand grab my hair and jerk my head back. "You can lick a cunt. I guess you're worth keeping. Ok, you are now my little bitch. When I call you, you come; no matter the time of day or what you are doing. If I call you, you get here. Too slow and I will blister your ass. Do you understand me?" "Yes, Mistress." With that, my life changed. A couple of days later my cell phone went off at 2 a.m. "Here, now," was all I heard. I jumped in my car and drove like a mad man. Still it took 30 minutes. I lived in the suburbs and the office is in the city. "Where the fuck have you been?" I tried to explain... "Naked and on your knees, now!" That was all I heard. She lay on her office couch and I was soon licking her cunt. "Do you like that, my little bitch? I added a little something extra for you. Tonight a real man fucked me. No little bitch's cock like your, but a monster horse cock. Something a woman could really enjoy. Don't worry he wore a condom; this time." I tasted the difference and tried to pull out, only to find her hand in my hair pulling me deeper. "Don't act like you don't like it. Now make me come real hard." As she talked, my cock grew harder and harder. Soon it felt like bursting. I licked her for all my worth. Soon she came in a giant gush On my drive home, I thought how low I had sunk. I made up my mind to end this whole stupid thing. I could always find a new job. That Monday I went to my office. On my desk was a set of keys and a note. "Your apartment is too far away. Here are the keys to a new condo. This one is much closer." The condo was twice as big as my apartment. Luxury was putting it mildly. On the counter was a little note and a bottle of champagne. "A little reward for my tiny dicked bitch. Be at the office at 7:00." At seven, I was at the door of the office. When I entered, Mistress was there with her administrative assistant. "Put this on," I heard as I saw a little thong flew at me. I quickly undressed and put on the little brief. "Margie here needs a little relief and I told her you were just the man to come over here and help her out. On your knees bitch." On my knees I went, and crawled over to Margie. Where Mistress was hard and lean, Margie was soft and voluptuous. Where Mistress was hairy, Margie was bald. I started licking her cunt with gusto; no hair in my mouth, just sweet delicious cunt juice. I glanced up to see Mistress and Margie in a deep French kiss. Mistress mauled Margie's soft and large breasts. Their tongues danced with a practiced excellence. I was working Margie's lips and clit with bold energy. "Yes, yes. That's it." Margie moaned from under Mistress's attention. "Bitch, make her cum hard!" Mistress commanded. Margie started moaning harder and louder, even with Mistress's tongue in her mouth. The Margie just flopped back into the chair, exhausted. Bitch, you did well. I feel generous tonight. You may cum." I looked a bit lost. Cum yes; but how; I thought. "You may jack off on Margie's tits. You would like that, wouldn't you Margie." "Oh, yes," Margie said rising from her lethargy. I stood with my rod in hand and took aim at Margie's floppy wonders. It did not take long to unleash streams of white gooey cum across Margie's tits. "Margie, clean yourself up," Mistress commanded. With that Margie began to lick the cum off her tits and used her fingers to scoop up the loads that she could not reach with her tongue. "I will not need you tonight, anymore. Margie and I will take care of business. Little bitch, you can go." I was dismissed. This is how it all started. I am Mistress's bitch. I take care of her needs. I lick her cunt at least 3 times a week. Margie and I have started to put on little sex shows that Mistress films to show her friends. There is so much more to tell, like the Ladies Bridge Club or how I earned my little stainless steel cock cage. Stay tune. On My Knees for Little Brother "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice caught me off guard, but when I turned around I nearly passed out with shame. My younger brother, of just one year, stood there looking at me with a mixture of disgust and bemusement. I felt my face flush red and I tried to cover the fact that I wearing my mother's pink underwear which were stretched to their limits on my chubby body. "Johnny," I started to beg, knowing that I sounded like a whiny bitch. "You can't tell anyone." "The hell I can't." His lips spread into a cruel smile. "I'm telling everyone I fucking know." "Come on," I felt like I wanted to die at this moment. "I'll do anything." "Yeah well, you're twenty-two and living with our parents what in the fuck can you do for me?" "I don't know, but just name it and I'll do it." "Suck my cock." He said with no hint of a smile, no hint of a joke. "Are you serious?" I asked with a small smile. "Yeah." He said still not smiling. "You wanna prance around like a fucking fat fairy then I'll treat you like a fucking fairy." "No, that is so gross." I didn't tell him that I was secretly salivating at the thought. "I'm not doing that." "Then I'm telling everyone that I know that you are fat fuck who dances around in his mommy's pink panties." He turned and started to leave my bedroom. "Fine." I muttered and he stopped and turned around, his brown eyes looking at me like I was no better than a cheap piece of trash. "What you fat fuck?" "I'll suck your cock." I said softly, my excitement replaced by a feeling of shame. "Fine." He said with almost a hint of a smile. "We'll see if it's good enough that I won't tell anyone that you are a fucking fat queer." He stood there and stared at me for what seemed like hours, and I could do nothing but stare back. "Are you going to do it or what?" He asked his voice almost angry. I nodded and walked towards him. My mouth was dry and my stomach felt as if a dozen butterflies had taken to dancing, but I licked my lips and got to my knees in front of him. My hands fumbled nervously with the button on his jeans, I helped slide his jeans to the floor. He was wearing black boxer briefs and the outline of his cock was visible through the cotton. "Are you sure you want this?" I muttered to myself in an almost desperate plea to turn back. I was a virgin at twenty-two and had never dreamed that my first experience of any kind would be with my nineteen year old brother. He didn't respond and I took his lack of answer as affirmation. My pudgy fingers slid themselves into the elastic of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down slowly. I was surprised when I finally got his underwear down to his ankles. The size of his cock wasn't too surprising although it was pleasant. He was larger than me, his soft penis was at the very least an inch larger than I was fully hard. The surprise was that he was completely shaved, no pubic hair whatsoever, in fact it looked like it had only been shave hours before. I felt my own cock twitch to life in my mother's pink panties and couldn't help but reach a curious hand to touch my brother's rod. His body seemed to twitch at my touch and I took it as a good sign. I wrapped my hand around his cock and felt it slowly growing under my touch. I licked my dry lips and went for the kill. My tongue touched the head of his penis gingerly, lovingly. He was growing more and more erect as I took the stiffening rod into my mouth. A soft moan escaped his lips. I sucked gently and slid the length of his now solidly hard cock in and out of my mouth. "Play with my balls you fucking fairy." He said with a gasp. I reached a hand under his balls and stroked them softly as I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could. My brother didn't even warn me. A loud groan from him and I found myself with a mouthful of warm, sweet cum. I swallowed as much as I could but I still felt some slide down my lips onto my chin. "Look at the fat cum slut." He jeered. I wiped my lips and went to stand up, he was pulling his pants up. "You liked that didn't you?" He smiled cruelly. "I won't tell, but it's going to cost you a lot more of those blow jobs." He turned and walked out of the room leaving me very turned on, and yet feeling very dirty. On My Knees for Uncle Pete As soon as I come home from work I generally strip out of my work clothes. I don't know if it's because I've been wearing them for nine hours or if it's because I want to get away from the feel of work. Probably the latter. I closed the door and kicked off my heels as I made my way into the bedroom. I have a small one bedroom so it's not a long way but I managed to get my shirt mostly unbuttoned. I dropped it on the bed and unzipped my skirt. It was an expensive skirt so I carefully hung it back in the closet. Still in my bra and nylons, I headed to the kitchen to start some dinner. I poured a glass of wine and started chopping vegetables for a stew. Boring but that's life sometimes, right? And I like to keep my ass in shape so it's worth it to eat well. I took a moment to fish my mobile of my purse, which I dropped unceremoniously on the floor when I walked in. Pete was coming over later and would text on his way. I put the mobile on the counter and resumed chopping. Brown some meat in the pan, pour another glass of wine, throw the veggies in, and done. At least for an hour or so. Back in bedroom I peeled the nylons off and pulled on a pair of soft pink panties. It was chilly enough that I rifled through the draw for some socks and came up with a pair of over the knee plaid socks. Someone gave them to me and I never wore them, but this seemed like the time. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I eased my foot into the sock and pulled it up over my knee. Same with the other one. I checked myself out in the mirror. Pretty damn cute. Still not warm enough, though. I took the bra off and pulled a hoodie on. Warm. Perfect. I decided to wash up some dishes but as soon as I turned the water on in the kitchen I heard a knock at the door. Heading towards the door I asked who it was, and to my surprise it was Pete. I opened the door and threw my arms around him as soon as he came in. He smelled clean and was dressed in gym clothes. He must have come straight from the gym, showering after this workout. I licked my lips. Delicious. "How come you didn't text?" I asked him. "I did, silly," he said, slipping a hand under my hoodie and giving my waist a squeeze. He looked down at my long legs in the tall socks. "Very cute." I turned back into the kitchen to check my mobile, knowing his eyes were following my ass into to the room. Tucking my hair behind my ear, I unlocked my phone. There was a text from him but before I could comment on it, he was behind me, hands sneaking under my top, circling my waist. "I told you I texted," he said into my ear. He was pushing into my ass and I pushed back, grinding on him a little. "You sure did," I replied, arching my back. I could feel his cock swell and his hands moved up to cup my tits. He turned me around so that I faced him. "Let's take this off," he said, pulling the hoodie over my head. My tits bounced a little as the shirt went over them, and he sucked quickly on one of my nipples. I stood in the kitchen in my tall socks and little panties. My nipples were hard. "What are we going to do Uncle Pete?" I asked, pushing up against him. His dick was hard now. He took my hand and put it on his crotch, started rubbing it up and down. "You keep doing that for a second while I play with your pretty little titties, sweetheart." I kept rubbing his hard dick while he leaned over and licked my nipples. It wasn't long before he instructed me to get on my knees. I knelt on the floor in front of him. "Play with your titties, baby, and I'll hold my dick for you to suck." I started to squeeze my nipples while he pulled his cock out. It was right in front of my face. "Open your mouth." I opened my mouth a little and he slid the head of his cock in. "Nice and slow, honey. Suck it nice and slow. Run your tongue around the head." I did what he told me and he shuddered a little bit. "I'm gonna put it in a little more and I want you to rub your tongue along the bottom. Keep squeezing your tits. Is your pussy wet?" With his cock still in my mouth, I nodded. "That's good. You're doing a great job." He inhaled and exhaled slowly, enjoying it. His cock was thick in my mouth. Sucking cock always turns me on. It's kind of tricky because I love the feel of a cock in my mouth, but it makes me want to be fucked. Part of the thing that turns me on is feeling that big hot cock in my mouth, the hardness, licking the swollen head, and thinking of that all inside me. I started to get eager and took his cock further into my mouth. "Someone's getting horny," he smiled down at me. I looked up at him, knowing that not much is sexier than eye contact from a hot chick with your dick in her mouth. I nodded. "You'll get yours later," he said, "because this load is gonna land all over those fine tits. But for now, slow down a little. You have to learn how to make a blowjob last." With excruciating slowness, I eased my mouth off his cock, tightening my lips around his dick so that there was a wet pop when I pulled my lips off of it. I smiled up at him. "I'm horny," I whined. "I want to touch myself, Uncle Pete." "Ok sweetie, but keep one hand on your tits. I want those nipples nice and hard when I cover them with come." I slid my hand into my pussy. It was slick and hot. I sighed, enjoying the feel of pressure on my clit. I leaned forward and licked the head of his cock, then a long, wet lick up the bottom. "Don't stop sucking," he said, pushing his cock against my lips. A little pre-cum leaked out, coating my lips with a salty warmth. I opened my mouth and as he shoved his cock into my mouth, I pushed a finger into my cunt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his cock in and out of my mouth. I put a second finger into my cunt, imagining it was his cock. Not as big, but okay for now. "I like watching you play with yourself while you suck on your Uncle's dick. You wanted it so bad you had to get down on your knees, you horny little slut." He was warming up to come. "How often do you think about sucking my cock? Do you want to suck my dick while I drive sometime? I bet you do." I nodded. He was fucking my mouth faster. "Take you hand out of your cunt and hold my cock." I did as he told me and with my hand at the base of his cock, I could take it a lot deeper. It was wet with saliva and pre-cum, glistening. He was going so fast it took everything I had to keep my teeth away from it. I still pinched my nipples with my free hand. "I'm gonna cover your tits with my come. I want you to push them up for me." I nodded, his cock still in my mouth. "You know what would be fucking sexy? I wanna watch you fuck on another chick, rub your tits together..." he pulled his dick out of my mouth and started to jack it with his hand. I pushed my tits up, my hard nipples poked out. "...and me and this chicks' boyfriend, we're gonna come all over the two of you while you make out. You two can get each other off while we shoot come on your tits." As he said that, his dick started to spurt. He came all over my tits, my chest, and got some on my cheek. He came a lot. Come slid down between my tits towards my belly. I put my hand down to catch it. My nipples were covered this his thick white come. "Lick it clean," he said, holding his soft dick out. I lapped at it softly and he shuddered. "Stand up." I stood up, trying to keep his load of come from dripping everywhere. He leaned in and kissed me. He looked me in the eyes and smiled his big sweet smile. "Thanks." "So much for making it last," I smiled back at him. "And I'll get mine...?" "It's not my fault you're so fucking hot. I kept thinking about fucking your hot little pussy. Just give me a minute," he said, swatting my ass as I walked toward the bathroom. "You'll get yours." On My Knees For You As I took a deep breath and your hands lifted my top from my breasts, I saw me sitting on your desk in the trailer office with you standing in front of me. Your hands under my shirt as we kissed and my hands were down your unzipped pants. The heat of that motion burned me from the center of my soul. My knees parted in my short skirt as your body pressed against me and your hips moved between my knees. I pulled my lips from yours and kissed your cheek, your neck, behind your ear, then ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of your ear, nibbling your earlobe as I breathed you in. You are so hot and dusty, and that combined with the heat of your need and intensity are intoxicating. My hands move up your strong chest to the neck of your shirt, pulling the top open as I kiss down your neck to the top of your chest. The noise from the job outside and the dusty light through the windows create our own world in this room. You have left to door open ever so slightly, just to tease me and make me have to keep my own pleasure a secret that only you will hear with your body. You know how to make me squirm inside to the point of crying out in ecstasy. You smile as you touch my nipples, hearing the soft stuffed moans from my mouth as I kiss your skin. With my lips kissing your nipples as I feel under your shirt, I raise my big brown eyes to look at you , laughter sparking in my pleading eyes. I know what you are trying to do. This little game of ours always has a fun end. Some days you win and I can no longer control the cries inside. Some days I win and manage to spray my juice on your cock or tongue with only the silent screams of pleasure from my pussy escaping. My hands go to your hips pushing you back slightly as I slide off the desk and down your body to my knees. I reach behind you and pull your chair to you so you can relax all but one part of your working body. And although I love each muscle of your body, the way they move and tense when you make love to me, the way I see the need in you reflected in their firmness, there is only one muscle I want hard and firm right now. As you sit, I pull your pants just enough to allow to please you. I rest back on my heels and lean forward while my hands take you and surround you. Each time I lay my face next to your swelling prick, I have to catch my breath. My hands look so tiny next to you, and each time I worry of being able to do for you the way you want. But as I breath, my hot breath brushing the tip of your head, you sigh quietly and I feel your blood pump faster to bring you up to meet my lips. I feel you rest your weight back in the chair as your eyes close and you touch my cheek as I softly kiss your cock. Soft, feather kisses from the tip to your perfect balls, and back up the beautiful vein under. Your fingers touch my lips and I take my tongue and run it up your finger to the end and then slowly, firmly suck your finger into my mouth. As you draw your finger from my lips I look up at you again. You look down into my eyes as my wet lips rest against your hardness. My fingers still stroking the length of you and caressing your balls. These loving eyes show no hint of the laughter of a moment ago, instead replaced by a white fire as I lick my lips and turn again to the task at hand. You stroke my hair and face as I move on you, taking a little more of your rod with each gentle pull back. Each time you touch my face as I suck you, you feel the stifled moans from me through your prick, moving you both the smile and treat me with another swallow of clear hot juice. Your balls begin to tighten, and I start to suck with more fervor and strength. You open your eyes and watch me as I hungrily devour you, all the while rubbing my wet cunt against my heels, as you have told me to. You hear me swallow again and again, never releasing you from my mouth. As You start to shoot your cum into my mouth, I take the full length of you and extend my tongue to touch your throbbing balls. I swallow one then two spurts of cream, then pull back and press your cumming cock against my exposed breasts. I sigh release as the heat covers my aching nipples. I relax against your legs , helping you pull your pants back in place and licking you clean. As I am licking the last drops from your body, the phone rings and you lean forward to answer it. I slide backward, under the desk as you move your chair forward to write something down and have this call. You smile as you close your legs around me, effectively trapping me under the desk, out of sight of anyone who might look in. I lift up my little ass and you slide your foot between my legs. I lean forward on that leg, grinding my hot little pussy up against you, and resting my chin on my hands over your knee. I don't know how long this call will last, or even if you are going to let me out once it is done. But really I don't care. Down in the small space, in the darkness, "trapped" with the smells of you and me together, is not a bad place to be. And on my knees for you is where I like to be anyway. On My Knees for You. On my Knees, Waiting AUTHOR NOTE #1: I have deliberately not given any description of the character referred to as "YOU" in this story. I'll leave that up to the reader's imagination, if they want to imagine themselves or someone else in that role then that was my intention. * It's Saturday mid-morning and I am watching music TV channels waiting for what fate has to throw at me. I'll elaborate on that in a moment but first I'll give you some history. I am thirty years old, married for six years (to Kelly) and have a three year old daughter. I am six feet tall, good build, dark hair, shy but friendly and like, on the whole, to keep to myself. I have got a good job, well paying and lead an everyday, normal life. No real excitement or scandal, just getting from one day to the next. I'd been thinking about this for a long time and this weekend seemed to me to be the perfect time to do it. I'd had dreams and thoughts and fantasies of doing it for nearly a year now. My wife was staying with her mother for a week (she was ill) and had taken our daughter with her. So I had had a week of my own cooking, a week of my own company and a week of my own thoughts and planning. It had been a long week. So, anyway, I decided that maybe I shouldn't be doing this and as a final check as to what fate intended for me I invented this test. It's stupid, I know. If you really want to do something you're going to do it no matter what, so maybe this was just a way to reduce my guilt or conscience, that what I was intending doing was the fault of fate and not me. I don't know. Anyway, I decided that if five of my favourite pop music video stars were on the various music stations as I clicked through them between eleven and twelve I would do this . If they weren't, I wouldn't. They were, in no particular order: Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Avril Lavigne, Rachel Stevens, Girls Aloud, Destiny's Child, Christina Milian, Jennifer Lopez, Kylie Minogue, NataliIe Imbruglia. All nubile young pop babes. See I'm not gay am I? I told myself. I couldn't be. Then why is that if I see five of these that I am going to go up to the public toilets in town and enter one of the cubicles, strip naked and hope that someone saw the message I wrote on the wall a week earlier and comes to have their cock sucked by me? Ten minutes later and I'm walking up the High Street feeling like I'm in a daze. Of course the videos came on, they were really bound to. My legs pulled me in the right direction as a battle raged in my mind as to whether I should be doing this or not. I didn't notice anybody that I walk past, all headed into town for their Saturday shopping. The further I got from the centre of town the less people I passed and the more my confidence and resolve to do this grew. Now I started to pay more attention to who was around me, what cars were driving past to the car park I was headed to. Up the pavement to the final road leading into the near deserted car park and as I had the Saturday before my eyes dart nervously and guiltily around, looking for movement, relieved there was none and now my every move strikes me as being furtive. I've thought about my approach and I actually walk past it's entrance on the other side of the road, check no-one is about and then casually veer over and nip in between the stone walls at the buildings entrance. I cautiously entered the old stone entrance and swiftly ascertained there was no one there already. What I would have done if there had been, I don't know. I looked around more slowly and took in my surroundings, they were hardly inspiring, but that had been part of the thrill of this from the beginning. The walls were slate grey and uninviting, as if determined that patrons should spend as little time as possible here. High, blurred windows over the urinals to the right of the entrance allowed a modicum of natural light into the place, while the rest came from the open entrance I had just stepped through. As I stood just in from the entrance I was faced by the slightly intimidating prospect of three open cubicle doors. I made straight for the one furthest to the right. On trembling legs I made for it, I was not going to turn back now. Through the prevailing smell of stale urine I stepped into the cubicle and slammed the bolt home on the heavy wooden door. My heart was thundering inside my chest but I had made it. I swivelled and viewed the words I had written on the wall, in amongst the rest of the graffiti, the previous Friday afternoon. I WILL BE NAKED, ONMY KNEES AND WILL SUCK YOUR COCK HERE NEXT SATURDAY AT 12:30 And here I was, Saturday, twelve twenty five, in the cubicle, dressed and on my feet. This had been the fantasy which had dominated my thoughts for the past year and here I was about to live it. I had lived these moments in my mind for a long time and it seemed second nature to me as I pulled off the loose jumper and shirt I had worn and dropped them at the back of the cubicle behind the toilet bowl. Not pausing, fearing that I may back out, I undid my belt and slid my jeans and shorts off and my socks soon followed them onto the pile of clothes. As my suddenly exposed body felt the chill draft coming from under and over the locked door, I relished the feeling of my skin turn to goose flesh This was daring, this was exciting, this made me feel more alive than I had in years. My cock reacted by rising up and standing to attention, I hadn't been this hard since I was a teenager having sex for the first time. I closed my eyes in enjoyment of the moment and dropped to my knees on the cold, unforgiving, tiled floor and waited for whatever would happen. I waited for five minutes during which my ears heard all sorts of noises that seemed to indicate someone had come in or was lurking outside or a vehicle was slowing down. But nothing seemed to occur. I resisted the pressing urge to stroke my hard cock and revel in this feeling and concentrated my mind on reading the filth upon the stone walls around me. Then a definite footstep at the entrance to the toilets, I froze, my heart stopped and I couldn't even breathe as I strained to hear more. For a moment the silence is total. Had I imagined it? No, because the steps came again, louder, clearer and coming this way. I dared not move and my eyes followed your movements as if I could see through the wooden door and stone walls. Staying stock still on my knees, I couldn't see you pause outside my closed door but I knew you had and at that moment I knew that you had come here to act on my message and I thought for sure that my heartbeat was likely to explode. But you didn't pause for long, you moved on and I followed the noise of your footsteps past my door and heard the door of the cubicle next to mine squeaking open and shutting and it's bolt sliding home. I took a quick breathe and when I resumed my silent vigil I could hear you unzipping your trousers. Seconds later I could hear what can only be the noise of a penis being slapped against a palm next door. The skin slapping continued for at least half a minute and I could no longer prevent my right hand reaching down and gently stroking my own hard cock. And then you stopped. I trained my ears again, had someone else entered? What were you doing? I could hear a faint scrabbling and scrapping and then a piece of paper was slid under my door ( there was a small centimetre gap at the bottom of our joined wall). It read: UNLOCK YOUR DOOR IF YOU MEANT WHAT YOU WROTE ON THE WALL. So here it was then. The crux of the matter. I guess I could have still get out of this situation, get dressed, sit it out until you left and put it all behind me. Not run the risk of this. Part of me wanted to do that, to go back to my nice family life, nobody any the wiser. It would have been easy. So why is it that I watched as my hands come up off my stiff cock and reached up for the bolt and the noise sounds deafening as I slid it back and open. And waited with baited breath. In slow motion I could hear the door to the next door cubicle open and watched in growing fear/excitement as the large wooden edifice before me opened slightly and then swung open fully and you stepped in and quickly turned to slide the bolt back into place. You turned to face me and instantly I knew that I would do whatever you asked of me. Our expressions matched our positions. Me, on my knees, looking weak, expectant and submissive, like a dog desperate to please it's master. You, towering over me, looking impassive as you scanned my kneeling form with a mocking sneer, about ready to enjoy this afternoon. You undid your belt and allowed your trousers to drop and I was suddenly faced with your intimidating, large cock. Wasting no time you stepped forward and I felt the slimy touch of your cock on my lips. It was at once repulsive and intoxicating and my body ruled my mind as my lips separated and you wasted no time in pushing your cock into my mouth. The taste and smell were new to me but I had little time to dwell on them as you rammed your lengthy tool deeper into my mouth and I felt it scrape along the top of my palate. This is what I wanted, this is what I fantasised about for so long but my mind raced and I could not relax and enjoy it and take everything in as you hurried your cock further down my gullet and I felt your hairy balls bounce on to my chin. I put my hands up to try and take some control of the rate but was somewhat taken aback as you reached down and wrenched my hands away and hissed down at me. "Keep your hands down, I'm in charge here. You asked for it, now take it!" Immediately I obeyed and dropped my hands to my sides, my mouth completely at your mercy and you seemed not to have a lot. There was almost a frenzy to your thrusting, you seemed to be in a desperate hurry, I guess the prospect of discovery is the same thrill and concern as it was to me. Meanwhile, I was trying with all my will to calm down, to relax and enjoy this glorious moment, trying to breath through my nose and allow your thick, slimy cock to slide easily in and out of my mouth and throat. But I was struggling. Your fierce rate was too much for me and part of my mind was switching off, disgusted at what I had allowed myself to do. I could feel your foreskin peel back inside the tight confines of my mouth and I could feel your pubic hair flit through my teeth. Though all of this my cock was harder than I can ever remember it and on a base level I know that this is what my body had been craving for the last twelve years. And then it all changed, with almost a sneer you looked down on me and carefully reach down and pinch my nose shut between your forefinger and thumb. I started to gag on your cock and couldn't get any oxygen into me and I knew my hands were free and I could bring them up and change this but I didn't I left them hanging submissively by my side. You were in control and I would do whatever you ask of my body and mind. I raised my hazel eyes to meet yours and convey all this in just one simple look, I'm happy to see you smile down at me and continue to fuck my willing face. All of a sudden you froze. Literally you go from perpetual, hard motion to absolute stillness, with your thick cock still embedded in my mouth I looked up questioningly and you put a finger to your lips telling me to be silent. You released my nostrils and then I heard the footsteps outside our cubicle, they do not pause as yours had, rather they pass onward toward the row of urinals and I listened intently as whoever is out there unzipped their trousers and pisses into the urinal. The threat of discovery has never been higher and I was more turned on than ever, after all it is me who was naked and on my knees with your cock in my mouth. My god, that could have been someone I know out there, a neighbour, a work colleague, a friend, just yards away as I sucked another mans cock. The taps run at the nearby sink and I heard the man out there whistling, I wondered if he looks at the closed cubicle door and wonders who was in here. We each listened to his footsteps fade then disappear and with an audible exhaling of your breath you resumed the fucking of my virgin mouth. This interruption had only brought you nearer climax and it is a mere few seconds before I felt your cock throb and pulse in my mouth and you reached down to hold my head and mouth over your cock. I would be tasting you today no matter what. But I wanted to taste you and I awaited your load. It came at once in one long spurt that fired at least four thick loads deep in my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could but also felt nice and nasty as the cum dribbled from your cock's tip and played over my lips and chin, as you finished you club your cock over my cheeks, my chin and mouth and have me suck it over every last drop. Standing over me you spoke quickly and quietly. "Good boy. Now if you want more get dressed and I'll be waiting for you outside, we can go back to my place and I'll give you just what you want." You left me there and I was quiet as you exited, wondering exactly what I would do. All sorts of things flew around my mind, there really could only be one thing you had in mind if I agreed and part of me wanted so badly to do it. But another, saner part of me wanted to end this now. To leave now and be content that I had done what I had dreamed about for so long. That I had experienced the thrills and excitement and lived to tell the tale and not be discovered. Despite the rationality of that argument as I exited the door having dressed myself again, I knew what I would do and knew that it would be to do as you said. The bright early afternoon hit my eyes as I stepped outside, once more smelling the fresh air that I seemed to have been deprived of for so long. I glanced at my watch and saw that I had only been in there for half an hour. It felt so much longer. Squinting around I looked for movement in the car park and saw a red car approaching and halting level with me. I felt so self conscious as I stood there waiting for the passenger window to descend. "Get in the back seat and lie face down on the seat, pull the rug up over your head, I don't want you to see where I live." No turning back now, I clambered into your car and did as I was bid, pulling the heavy rug over me and engulfing me in a musty darkness. I listened to my own heavy heartbeat as you moved off and initially I tried to work out the direction you were taking but after a few stops and turns I was lost and gave up. I was in your hands now, whatever may come. Sometime later we pulled into a driveway and idled to a halt with in a darkened garage. You got out and I heard the noise of the garage door shutting and I waited a moment for you to open the car door and I lifted my head and clambered out, blinking my eyes, adjusting from the pitch blackness I had been in to this half gloom. I took in my surroundings, the garden tools and implements on the wall as you led me towards to door inset in the garage wall which led into your house. I still had no idea at all where we were. The hall we entered from that door gave no further clue and we headed up the steep flight of carpeted stairs in a nervous silence. I was second guessing myself now. This was a mistake. I shouldn't have done it. I should make my excuses now and leave. But I didn't, I just followed you up until we reached the landing. My nerves seemed to have transmitted themselves to you and rather than speaking you pointed towards the half open door on the right and I couldn't bring myself not to enter. I stepped into the bright room, which overlooked a leafy garden, I still didn't recognise any landmark and then I heard the clunk of the door closing behind me and your steps towards me. "Get undressed and then get bent over that bed." Straight to the point. But I hesitated, still not sure if I could really go through with this, even after all I have done. Yet I knew, deep down this is what I wanted. Still I was too slow for you. "Come on, you know you want it. Just a few minutes ago you were buck naked on your knees in a public toilet begging to suck the cock of me or anyone else who came along. So why so shy now, eh? Just and oral tease are you? Or are you man enough to take it round here." You reached behind me and groped my ass as you said this. It made my mind up and I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my jumper and shirt and pulled them both up and over my head, leaving me bare chested - I am committed to this. Your rough hands played over my hairy chest and centre on my hard nipples, you pinched and played with them as my hands fumbled at my belt and zip and I let my trousers drop to my ankles. My socks last no longer and as quickly as that I was reaching for the belt of my shorts. You stopped me and hooked your own hands in there and I shivered in anticipation as you slid my underpants off and I stood before you, naked. I was aware that my cock was rock hard and pointing towards you and this is all the encouragement you needed and you wrapped your hand around my cock and pumped it backwards and forwards a few times before leading my by it over to the bed. I sat on it, looking up at you. "Release my cock. You've never taken it in the ass have you boy? Didn't think so." I reached forward and once more loosened your belt before pulling out your stiffening member into my hand. This time there was no rush, no intense hurry, no risk of discovery. I took the time to stroke and study your thick cock. I was amazed that I had taken it in my mouth and found myself growing even harder at the thought. I strained my neck forward to lick it instinctively but with just one lick you pushed my forehead back and spoke. "No, we've done that, roll over and lift your ass up and spread those ass cheeks as wide as you can." Obediently I turned over and buried my face into the musky smelling mattress and reached both my hands behind me, stretching my fingertips over my soft ass then pulling the cheeks apart. I couldn't believe what I was doing, I felt so exposed, so open. "Hold them like that, I'll give you a little lube." I sensed you crouch down behind me and spit into my spread asshole, feeling sensations I had never experienced before as you spat again and I felt your phlegm wetly drip from me. I can't believe how magnified each touch and movement is when I'm like this and I feel a sexual rush surge through my bloodstream. I tensed myself in preparation of you penetrating me and I felt you enter me but I quickly realised that it is not your magnificent penis that has invaded me but, the hardness tells me that it is a finger probing inside my virgin ass. God, even that is tight, how could I possibly handle your thick cock? With spit and finger(s) you worked my ass for five minutes, all the time slowly working your erection with your free hand so that the helmet of your cock is dripping with pre-cum. Then with no word of warning you stood up and drove your cock inside me. It was so tight back there and I grimaced and then squealed in pain and shock to begin with before taking the majority of your length and finding that I could, just, accept you. I've pleased you I can tell, by taking it all, and as I lay face down on your bed my mind gave a thought to my pretty young wife. I was cheating on her I knew. I will attempt to justify this to myself by saying it was something I had to get out of my system, something I had to do. But was adultery, it was cheating and for that I felt shame but the sheer adrenaline surge of pleasure is enough for just now to forget that. You woke me from my thoughts by reaching forward, grabbing my hair and yanking it back as you thrust deeper inside me. "Yeah, that's it, take it all. You're my bitch today ain't you? Ain't you?" I nodded and attempted to answer in the affirmative but at that moment I felt your body tense up and you take a firm hold of me around the waist as you gave a couple of final thrusts and fire a sticky load of your cum deep in my bowels. You gave me no chance to recover from this, turning me over and clambering atop the bed yourself, your dirty dick hovering over my face, your knees either side of my head. I knew what to do, with no prompting I opened my mouth and took your spent member in my mouth and lick and suck it clean. On my Knees, Waiting I was still as hard as ever and to deal with that you pulled me to the floor on my back and lifted my ankles up high and bend me over on myself like a jack knife. With you supporting me I looked up and was looking straight down the barrel of my own hard cock. "Come on lick it bitch!" I strained my head up, desperate to achieve that but with tongue extended I could manage only the briefest of licks but all the time you were working my cock roughly and as I lay under it with mouth and eyes wide opened I shot the biggest load of cum I have fired in my life all over my face, spilling into my mouth. After all that, of course, things were nervous and tense and I just wanted out of there and I thought you did to. You insisted we return to the car park the same way we had arrived, with me buried in the rug. The last I saw of you was your car speeding away form the car park as I stood dazed and confused outside the public toilets. What did this all mean? How would today change me and my life? What would I do? Would I every see you again/ And did I really want to? As I contemplated all these things and more I walked distractedly around the car park and finding myself at the toilets again I studied their entrance to see a guy enter them in a low brimmed hat and overcoat, very furtively. I could not stop myself following him inside. This was a hell of a day... * All feedback and comments on this story are most welcome. AUTHOR NOTE #2: This story is, in many ways a rewriting/revising, of my previous story My Darkest Fantasy. More particularly it concentrates on one particular scene from that story and is designed to add detail and description and give it more of a personalised feel. So if after reading this you want to read that then maybe you'd see this tales origins (and please take the time to vote for it if you can, thanks).