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A Desk Job in London

By: Girls_cum_first



Hi, my name is Tom Graham, I am 29, an architect, working out of an office in deepest Clerkenwell in the City of London. With a reasonable knowledge of the French language I get the pleasure of occasional visits to our Paris office, and it was on one of these calls, to interview some new staff, that I met, and slept with, the delectable Lisa Andrews, a stewardess with Virgin Atlantic. If you would like to know more about that experience, please read 'Atlantic Virgin.' This story is a continuation, a few months further on.

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Friday 5.40 pm

It was a typical drab and rainy November evening in the heart of the city, the winter darkness only broken by the myriad of floodlit tower blocks. The building had emptied and I had switched off the garish overhead fluorescent lights in favour of the interior array of orange desk lamps. My own departure for home was delayed awaiting a phone call from a client who had to approve some drawings in time for the City Planners to consider next week. It was Friday, I was missing my fuck-buddy Lisa and, in common with the last four weeks, I had no date for the coming weekend. 

Ever since we had met in the reception of that fully booked hotel in Montmartre back in July and I had offered her the hospitality of my bed, Lisa and I had enjoyed vigorous, albeit somewhat spasmodic, sessions of sex. When she was on leave, or even on a short turn-around, we were inseparable but, being an Anglo-American girl, she was unfortunately US based at Kennedy. Three thousand miles was rather to far to travel for the occasional shag, no matter how good the woman! 

As is the case with most relationships based upon sex, the gloss inevitably started to wear off, the stay-overs became more infrequent and only last week she announced that she had accepted a transfer to the Sydney run and I wouldn't now be seeing her until Christmas, some six weeks hence. 

Since we both enjoyed a high sexual drive, she suggested that, due to her schedules, we should share an open relationship and she had even implied that her teenage sister would keep me occupied in her absence. Karen, a nineteen-year-old lingerie model for Harrods, was incredibly slim, tall and sexy and had already made her availability quite obvious at a recent party, only the presence of a jealous Lisa herself had stopped us from leaping drunkenly into bed together that night.

In our last conversation only a couple of days ago, Lisa had hinted that she had a new male interest in Miami so, my own hormones demanding some action, I decided at last to phone her horny sister. I reached for the Post-it stuck to the side of my PC.

"Hi Karen, it's Tom, how are you?"

"Wow, this is a surprise!"

"Yeah, I thought it was about time I touched base." I could definitely touch your base I thought to myself. She had the perfect round ass, great for modeling panties, and even better for fondling, and more. Much more. Like the soothing internal touch of a stiff cock! Preferably mine!

She caught my mood immediately, "I guess Lisa is away, huh?"

"What made you think that?"

"Tom, you never phone me."

"Okay, she's on long haul again, Australia this time, not back 'til Christmas."

"And you are missing her?"

"What do you think?"

There was a long silence, then she sighed heavily, "This is very difficult Tom."

"What do you mean, difficult?"

"It's obvious why you phoned. It's the weekend, you're alone, you're horny and looking for a date, right?'

"Umm, if you put it like that, yes, I guess so."

"Shit!"

"What?'

"Shit, shit, fucking shit!" she hissed, more to herself than into the phone.

"Hey, what's the problem?"

"You're the fucking problem, Tom, that's what!"

"Why? What have I done?"

"You've known for ages that I fancy you, and now you want to fuck me just when I have a new boyfriend."

"Who said I want to fuck you?" I asked defensively, the throbbing in my pants conflicting with my words. "Maybe I just wanted a chat?"

"Come on Tom, it's Friday evening, when everyone wants to go out, get wasted and have sex. My randy sister is away, and you are phoning me. I'm not stupid you know."

"I didn't say you were." I was disappointed and ready to end the conversation. Karen had a reputation as a bit of a prick-tease, and quickly confirmed it.

She giggled, "So you're looking for some pussy in your bed tonight are you, and you're sat there with a big stiff hard-on, right?"

I had to laugh at her frankness, "It was until you said no!"

"Oh Tom, if only you had done this a week ago, You know how much I want to have sex with you, and Lisa cleared it with me too, but I happen to have a new date lined up for the weekend."

She paused, and I wondered if she was about to reconsider. "In fact he was due here an hour ago. Tell you what, if he doesn't show up, or if it doesn't work out, can I phone you?"

"Of course you can, you have my number."

"In the meantime, get out of that flat, go to a club or something, don't wait for Lisa. If I know her she will be having her own fun."

"She just suggested we do our own thing."

"I know, she told me too. Good for you both, get out there and do yours. Go fuck someone nice."

"That's the reason I phoned you!"

"I know, I'm so sorry. Rain check?"

"Definitely."

"When did you say my sister is back?"

"Just before Christmas. Why?" I was unprepared for her answer.

"I just wondered what you want for Christmas, that's all? Apart from shagging the daylights out of my sister!"

"How about shagging the daylights out of you!" I replied, laughing. I heard a bell ring in the background.

"Deal!" she replied, "That will be my date at the door, gotta go sweetie."

She blew me a kiss and was gone, and I was instantly jealous. Some other lucky bastard was going to get into her pants tonight.

As it happened it would be over a year before I managed to get into those particular pants. Lisa had already informed me that her sister was bisexual and it was this route, with a little help from a later girlfriend called Susan, that I finally had sex with this liberated teenager. The reader can follow that event in Sue's own account of events in Sex and a Single Girl under Author Title 'Sue_in_Surrey

But Karen was right, if I wanted some pussy tonight I had to go look for it, and without further deliberation I hit the Net to ascertain which club in town might be suitable for a guy in his late twenties looking for an available chick. I was careful to avoid the teeny-bopping places, this weekend was about satiating my lust with someone my own age. What I didn't expect was for it to happen quite so quickly, without even going home, dressing up and going back out of the door!

My computer beeped, announcing the arrival of an email. It was a second one from Lisa's Blackberry. The first, an hour before, I had opened tentatively when no one was looking, Lisa's messages were always far from clean. The attachment 'Lisa and plastic friend, read before opening clip,' suggested no different, so I had waited until all the staff had gone home.

My work companions consisted of three architects, myself being the junior, plus two apprentices. Apart from Beryl, the burly receptionist and source of all knowledge, and in particular everybody's sexual preferences, the only other female employee was 27-year-old office runabout and previous childhood sweetheart, Rachel Allen.

Her father, Miles Heathcott, ruled over us all with an iron fist from the depths of a glass box off the end of the main office. I had known Rachel from the age of four when her family moved in across the road, and it was her persistence with her father that had got me this job two years ago. She had also been a great shoulder when my marriage recently failed. At this moment in time the Company, Shawfields of Clerkenwell, was in financial difficulties and well into negotiations to merge with a developing consortium in nearby Holborn, owned by Rachel's father, Arthur Allen.

I saved the latest mail enticingly entitled  'So did you cum darling?' and settled down to read the first one in total privacy. Or so I thought!

"Hello Tom darling, are you horny today? I am, I so wish you were here to fuck me with that lovely fat cock. This is worse than being alone in NY, the Aussie guys are so full of shit, I couldn't fancy one if he was the last man on earth. But, good news! The girls here in Sydney are totally different, and they really are just like Kylie! I have only been here half a day and two have come on to me already! Very sexy too. Do you think they know something I don't?"

In Paris, Lisa had admitted she'd had more than a passing interest in other women but, despite the approaches of the hotel receptionist, had not yet acted upon it. For ethical reasons she was insistent she wouldn't accept any of the approaches by the other stewardesses, apparently there is a high concentration of active bisexuality amongst aircrew, and not as one would expect, restricted to just the male fraternity.

Her message continued, "It's two in the morning here darling and I can hear a couple screwing in the next room! Remember Paris? That newly-wed couple? Remember how we laid together that first night, each touching ourselves and too proud to make the first move? That was my all-time favourite fuck, do you know that? I am so wet, I need you with me here now, to listen to them fuck, and fuck with them, just like we did that night. Tom darling, I am getting so horny being away from you for so long. 

"Remember what we talked about the other day? Would you really mind if I did actually find someone and had sex with him? We did agree didn't we? It would only be meaningless sex, nothing more. And it will make me feel good if you go screw a girl Tom, I don't even mind if it's my little sister, we both know she has the hots for you. I don't expect you to wait this long for me, after all we are only human."

By now my cock had stirred back to life and was requesting urgent attention. Wishing she had made that suggestion a week earlier, I would by now be heading for Karen's apartment, armed with condoms, and to hell with the phone call I was waiting on. I hadn't had sex with a teenage girl since I was a teen myself. Damn I thought, giving my erection a consolation squeeze. But Lisa hadn't finished.

"Tom? Do you remember Margitte, that receptionist in Paris? Silly me, of course you do, we both had the hots for her didn't we! It would have been a helluva turn on to watch you fuck her. Well, guess what? She's invited me to her apartment in Saint Germain next time I'm in Paris. As if I'm ever there, ha ha! But even so, it would be a start, what do you think? I masturbated myself to sleep last night thinking of her. And you of course," she had quickly added.

The thought of Lisa's head between that sexy Parisian's legs is well documented elsewhere and had been the subject of many an erotic connection between us following that moment when Lisa, on our last night in Paris, had rejected her advances in preference for getting impaled on my cock. And, talking about that particular organ, it was now fighting its way out of its boxer prison, assisted of course by myself, and currently taking more and more interest in the proceedings, particularly as she rounded off her epistle.

"Tom, I am getting hornier by the minute, Are you alone? I hope you are and that your cock is nice and stiff for me. I am so fucking wet and seeing you are not here to fuck me, and it's too late in the night to find a nice cock, there is something I have to do. So don't go away, open the attached movie and you can see what it is. I was dreaming of us back in Paris, with that couple at it in the next room. I'll email you again when you have 'finished' xxx L!"

I did go away, but only far enough to extinguish all the remaining desk lamps bar my own, I didn't want even the shadows to see what she had concocted for me watch.

Fully releasing my eager cock in anticipation, I opened the attached QuickTime movie. It was much as I expected, Lisa was lying on a hotel bed, plunging a vibrator rapidly in and out of her glistening pussy. She had set her pocket camera to movie mode, somehow wedging it on a chair, but close enough for me to hear the erotic sound track. My cock now rock hard, I started to masturbate in time with her own movements, some early moisture leaking from the head. 

I had to lean close to the little speaker to hear her call out in her Boston accent, "Are you jacking off with me darling? I know how much you like to watch me play with my wet pussy. See how fucking wet I am?" She plunged the glistening purple plastic deep inside her soaking wet hole. 

"Damn fucking right I'm wanking," I mouthed back at the screen. 

Lisa pointed to the wall behind her, "The girl in the next room has just cum, and I think I want to now. Look how ready my cunt is, honey." 

She held apart her pink lips, and moved closer to the camera, the tunnel she had created with the vibrator streaming with the juices I could almost taste from the other side of the planet. We rarely used the word 'cunt' together so I guessed how turned on she must be. Lisa proved the point when she plunged the toy fully back inside and screamed out.

"I'm gonna fucking cum Tom, please fuck my cunt!"  

This girl was truly on heat, I had never seen her as randy as this. It was hard to believe she could be hornier with a vibrator than with my own cock.

"Cum with me honey, rub that lovely cock."

I needed no invitation as I watched her discard the vibrator and for a couple of minutes plunge two fingers rapidly in and out of her soaking pussy hole, until finally her hips rose in the air and she let out the screech I knew so well. Staring at the camera she lewdly put her hand to her mouth and sucked the juices from her fingers. My own orgasm was close, but not close enough to time it with hers, so I hit the replay button and started again, and this time her orgasm would have even more impact, and I was ready to time my own with hers. Reaching for the tissues I was seconds away from cumming when I heard a sound and I froze, the pre-cum dribbling freely from my cock on to the floor.

I paused the movie and searched in the drawer for my Mini-Maglite, no way in my state was I putting on any office lights! I waved the torch around the room and immediately two twin green lights flashed back at me, then disappeared. I breathed a sigh of relief, the Company cat! Or rather the feline that belonged to next door and we allowed it to mouse hunt on our premises. I grinned to myself thinking that could well be the closest I was getting to any pussy this weekend. If I had been right, then this story would never have got written.

Anxious to complete the job in hand, so to speak, I returned to my desk. On the paused movie, Lisa's face was frozen in ecstasy, the vibrator almost out of sight inside her fuck-hole. Deciding to save my cum, I curiously opened the second email, while pouring myself a generous shot of Scotch from my secret supply. I re-lit a joint I had rolled earlier. Orgasms are always better after a hit.

"Did you enjoy that darling? I thought of you while I did that. Did you cum too? Did you shoot your lovely cream right up your chest?" I lifted my shirt front, I was ready to do just that, the way I felt I might just reach my chin!

I read on while I stroked slowly, "I wish I was there to lick it up for you my darling. I have something else for you, you remember me saying that some Aussie girls had chatted me up? Then look at this picture."

I opened the file, and there between Lisa's open thighs was the blonde head of an equally naked woman and she herself was clutching the end of a black vibrator which was fully embedded in her own hairy pussy. My balls twitched and my cock lurched when I realised Lisa had gone ahead and done it, at last she had fucked another woman. I checked the photo credits, it was taken two weeks ago, she had managed to keep it secret that long. In my aroused state it didn't cross my mind to wonder why this too had not been a movie, but I started to print out the image, fully intending to plaster my cum over that blonde girls ass, imagining her tongue deep in Lisa's tight cunt while I was shagging her from behind.

Then came the moment that would alter my whole weekend, and in fact the next few months.

As I stood up to open the printer cover, my cock waving lewdly in the air, I was suddenly aware of a momentary glow of light behind me, as if a door was being opened and closed. Hastily I put the computer to sleep and, my hand concealing my erection, crossed to the other side of the room where I could now see a strip of light shining beneath the kitchen door, which wasn't completely closed. 

Puzzled, and tucking my swollen appendage safely back in my pants, I crept towards the opening, and peered through the slit, but could see only a blank wall inside. I had observed everyone depart for the weekend, and they had all said goodnight, even Rachel with her routine kiss on the cheek. We were the perfect friends and had never taken our relationship beyond the current platonic level. Although I had always secretly fancied her, and I suspected the reverse was also true, it so happened that while she was single I was briefly married, and when I was available she was sleeping with somebody else, the last being a lout called Kevin, who she had regrettably married in haste last year. 

I concluded that whoever was in the kitchen had to be an intruder and, having armed myself to the teeth with the nearest 12-inch plastic scale-rule, I put my ear to the door, but could detect only the rumble of the heating boiler.

Full of bravado assisted by the shot of Scotch, I put my shoulder to the door and crouched down FBI style. What is not shown in the movies is the door hitting the stops and rebounding into the agent's head! In the brief instant before concussion I spotted the familiar figure of a female leaning with her back to me against the worktop. As the reader will have guessed, it was Rachel, and I sensed in that instant that she was crying. 

As the dizziness cleared, I found myself sat on the floor with my back to the offending door with a glass of water at my lips and a warm feminine hand holding the back of my head.

"Tom, are you okay sweetie? Whatever were you trying to do?"

Apart from the fact that I now had a date with a humdinger of a headache and my comb would have a new contour to explore on my skull, I was definitely okay. Who wouldn't be with Rachel squatting in front of you, her skirt ridden back high over her thighs, the delicious white covered vee of her crotch in plain view? And the garment wasn't uniformly covering her pussy, as though it had been pulled up in haste! She caught my glance and stuffed her skirt between her thighs, her concerned look quickly evaporating.

"Obviously not much wrong with you!"

For some unfathomable reason, Rachel at that moment looked extremely vulnerable, her long curly dark blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail, her dancing grey eyes swimming with moisture. I always suggested to her that she resembled a young Meg Ryan but she couldn't see it. She had the same generous breasts and hips but separated by a trimmer waist than the actress. Many male seeds were spilt on dark lonely nights visualising her body naked in my bed instead of in that of one of her many boyfriends. At that moment I reminded myself I was still without a date. 

A little dizzy, I found a seat and brought my mind back to the present.

"I thought you were a burglar."

She looked down at my hand which was still wielding the ruler, and grinned, "Do you always size them up first then?"

Suddenly I realised that my loose boxers were doing little to hide my remaining hard-on. She couldn't have failed to notice it, and for once I didn't really care. As events were about to unfold, it didn't really matter that much. 


A Desk Job in London



I smiled back at her, "I could have sworn you had gone home."

"I did, but then I remembered my broken kettle, so I came back to borrow the spare one from here. I was just checking it still works, fancy a coffee?"

I nodded, now realising she must have returned to the office by the back stairs, only she and her father had a key for that door which doubled up as an entrance to the apartment above. As she boiled the kettle I wondered how much she had seen, I was convinced she had been outside in the main office, if only briefly. My unvoiced question was quickly answered in no uncertain manner, totally catching me off guard.

"Why were you masturbating in Daddy's office, Tom? You know how hard I persuaded him to get you this job here."

For a moment I stood there petrified. So she had seen, and I wondered how long she had been standing there. Naturally my horny ego questioned how it might have affected her. By her tears, not the way I might have expected, I guess.

I started to stutter an apology, "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were here and…" I held up my hand as she started to interrupt, "…I know it was wrong, I just got carried away that's all. You see, I had a rather naughty email from Lisa."

Her face softened and she came over to my chair and placed a hand on my shoulder, her blouse covered breasts inches from my face. Curiously I could smell that very familiar odour of pussy.

"I know you are missing her Tom, but she is being unfair on you, you deserve to get out and have some fun, not be continuously waiting on her, and have to fend for yourself, if you get the drift."

I smiled, "Actually she just reminded me that we have an open relationship and she intends to enjoy herself, and suggested I do too."

The kettle whistled and Rachel removed her hand and turned away, "Well, that's okay then."

With her back to me she poured two coffees and spoke over her shoulder, "You know that could have been my Dad out there instead of me watching you." Immediately she uttered the words she put her hand to her mouth. "Sorry, what I meant was..."

Suddenly emboldened, I finished her sentence for her, "What you meant was, you stood there in the dark watching me play with my cock?"

Slowly she nodded, her head still turned away.

I pressed harder, "And you would still be there if it wasn't for the cat? You wanted to see me cum didn't you?"

She stood rock still and suddenly her shoulders started to heave and, as I moved toward her, she turned, her eyes brimming with tears, and pressed her face into my shoulder.

"Am I that dirty Tom?"

I caressed her hair, feeling the heat of her body against mine, my semi-hard cock very evident against her belly. Our regular hugs were never like this! "Whatever do you mean, dirty?"

She lifted her face, her cheeks running with mascara, "Dirty as in secretly watching you play with yourself."

I tilted her head upward in my hands and kissed her lips softly. Although we had kissed many times on the lips, this one was different, it had an intimate feel to it. "It's not dirty if you enjoyed watching." She nodded slightly as if to agree. "Well, did you?"

She didn't reply, but instead moved to wipe her lipstick off my mouth with her finger and instantly I detected again that distinct pussy smell, this time much stronger! So that's what she had been doing! Grinning, I grabbed her hand and pressed her finger to her own nostril.

"You got turned on watching me, didn't you?"

Then, for no particular reason, she burst into tears again. Suddenly I wanted to comfort my best friend, and Little Tom in my pants knew with a noticeable twitch how he would like to do it. He was heavily into internal comforting!

"Tom," she sobbed, clutching my arm, "You must think there is something wrong with me."

I lifted her chin with my finger and stared into her mysterious eyes. Then, taking both cups I took her hand.

"Come on, let's go into the office, and you can sit down and tell me what's going on."

Meekly, she let me lead her to my desk where I pulled up a spare seat. Then I took her into my arms, a considerably difficult feat considering we were both seated on separate wheeled chairs.

"Now then, this isn't about me and what you saw me doing, is it?"

She sniffed and shook her head slowly.

"It's about Kevin, right? What's that bastard of a husband been up to now?"

"No, not just him, Tom." She sniffed again and I passed her the very tissue that I had placed ready for a very different type of liquid release. "It's so embarrassing."

Tenderly I stoked her golden hair, "What can be more embarrassing than me being caught masturbating, Rach?"

"That's exactly what I'm talking about," she replied, noisily blowing her nose.

Now it was my turn to shake my head, "I don't understand."

"Have you got a ciggie? One of your specials I mean?"

"A joint?"

She looked at me sheepishly and nodded.

"Yeah, I've got one I started earlier, but I'll make a new one." I delved into my briefcase.

"Good. While you do that, I'll go to the bathroom."

While she was gone, and I rolled up a spliff, and Little Tom and I reviewed the situation.

Here I was without a date, my best friend had caught me wanking and had without doubt enjoyed the situation, but she was clearly upset about something else. Despite the fact that she was married, her husband was a total wanker, and the brain between my legs began to wonder if our relationship was about to move up a level, preferably to a duvet covered one.

I had lit up and taken two hits myself by the time she returned, and handed her the extra-loaded joint. Oh, the art of seduction!

"Thank you Tom." She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes and savoured the hit, finally blowing the aromatic smoke across the room. "Fuck, you always have good shit."

My source was secret and secure, so she always came to me when she needed to chill. Her father was also in the circle so I knew he wouldn't mind the smell lingering in his building. Before I could grab it back she took another long drag and flopped back in the chair, now looking more fresh and confident. The atmosphere was highly charged.

"You know smoking in this office is banned now don't you?" she giggled.

"So I believe is wanking, so I guess we are quits huh?"

Suddenly, her eyes locked with mine, "Do you remember Michael Bishop?"

"From school? Carol's brother? The weird guy in the year above us?"

She laughed, her breasts jingling invitingly inside her black blouse. A strange expression came over her face at the mention of my very first lover. "Trust you to remember her!"

How could I forget Carol? That camping trip in Devon. I was barely sixteen, she must have been nearly two years older and had wandered mistakenly and a little worse for wear into my tent. She had been out drinking with a crowd of friends and it was about two in the morning when they had all stood within earshot of my tent talking about their respective sex lives, and I had laid awake listening intently and furiously rubbing my juvenile cock.

Carol and her friends had all kissed goodnight, and in her drunken state she evidently thought she was climbing into the sleeping bag with her sister. Only her sister wouldn't have had a raging hard on! We had known each other long enough to see the funny side of things, but to my disappointment she staggered off in search of the correct tent. I had yet to experience full sex with a girl and had fancied Carol ever since we met on another school outing. Despite strong hints that I wanted to date her, she had constantly refused, I assumed at the time because she thought me too young and was aware that I was still a virgin.

I had settled back into my sleeping bag ready to resume my love affair with my stiff cock when the tent flap opened again, Carol's slim body silhouetted in the moonlight behind her. 

She had whispered, "Sorry Tom, my sister's got company, can I come in with you? I promise I won't disturb you."

Disturb me as much as you want I remembered thinking, hoping she would disturb what I had in my hand. In the near darkness she pulled her dress over her head and, reduced invitingly to bra and panties, slipped in beside me. I shivered as her near naked body came in to contact with mine, in my shyness I was worried how she might react to my erection.

"Who was the company?" I had asked, "Anyone I know?"

"Hush, I think it was Peter," she whispered in reply, "You know, the coach driver?"

I'd had a few drinks myself that evening, so I felt quite bold. "Were they shagging?"

She gave out a disdainful sigh, then laughed at my naivety, "What do you think Tom? Two people lying near naked together in a sleeping bag? What else could they possibly be doing? Use your imagination!" She stared intently into my eyes, her suggestion unmistakable.

Clearly this was an open invitation to have sex with the girl I'd had so many wet dreams about. I had a sudden vision of her tiny sister in the tent nearby, lying underneath the burly coach driver.

"Isn't he a bit old for her, Carol?"

"She likes older men, Tom. In fact her regular date is nearly forty if I remember, and married too."

She wriggled closer, rubbing her hot naked belly against my stiff cock, making me shiver.

"Personally I prefer younger ones." I felt her breath on my face as she pressed her lips to mine and I felt an immediate electric shock. 

Even though we hadn't actually dated, Carol had always liked me enough to share details of her sexual conquests, teasing me knowing she was making me horny. That night she was no

tease, she was drunk enough to rip off the remainder of her clothes and let me fuck her in that tiny confined space. 

At that moment in my life I was understandably in dream world, I was inside my first girl. I distinctly remember we made love right through until daylight, and then later in the day in the woods when, up against a tree, she had introduced me to doggie sex. Carol and I, and her sister and her married lover, were inseparable for the rest of that weekend. She revealed much later that if she had known of the thickness of my cock she would have let me shag her much sooner!

I digress.

My cock was starting to stir with the memory of my first fuck, when Rachel tapped me on the shoulder.

"Hey dreamer, forget Carol Bishop, you're here with me!" 

I laughed, and took another long hit, making sure Rachel kept up with me. If this was going as far as sex, I wanted her to be as high as me.

I shook my head, "What was the question?"

"I asked you if you remember Carol's brother Michael?"

"Yes, of course, what about him? I remember you two dating. I really didn't think he was your type."

"He wasn't, but I had just broken up with your brother and was really missing the sex."

I laughed, "So you should have, we both possess the same qualities in that field!"

She ignored my remark, "Mike was weird though, at least I thought so at the time, I guess I was too young to realise that all men are weird. Present company excepted of course," she smiled weakly, stroking my arm.

"Weird in what way?" I had heard rumours myself.

She paused, clearly unsure of her ground, "Promise to keep this to yourself? No-one else knows, not even Julie." 

Julie Short was her best friend at school and beyond, but was now married and breeding like a rabbit. Another girl I had once fancied but, despite some serious snogging, had failed to get her into a horizontal position.

I put my hands in the air, "Who am I going to tell?" 

She took a deep breath, "Okay. One day, before we started making love, he asked me to watch him masturbate."

I looked at her in surprise, "Is that all? There's nothing weird about that. Lisa and I do that all the time. When she is here," I added with a sad smile.

She sighed, "I know that now, she told me. But at the time I was only seventeen and thought it was disgusting and outrageous. I got dressed and never spoke to him again."

"I remember that, he asked after you a couple of times, but he didn't tell me about the wanking thing. But I still don't see what's bothering you. You stood there in the dark watching me, so you must have changed that thought."

She stroked my hand affectionately with a little finger, "I have Tom. For a while I never gave Mike another thought until that awful day I caught Shaun doing it."

"Your brother?"

Looking away, clearly embarrassed, she replied, "Yes. Not so much caught, as watched."

"Ah ha, so you've done this before? So why was it so awful Rach?" 

I knew for sure there had been nothing awful about Rachel watching me stroke my cock! If only that damned cat hadn't interfered! For an instant I was tempted to suggest a re-run, not knowing the invitation would soon come from her!

"I was peeping through the bathroom keyhole, Shaun was sat on the loo with his pants down, doing it. It was only because I heard the groan that I'd stooped down to look, although I already guessed what was going on. I often saw him creep surreptitiously in there with a rolled up porn magazine. I knew it was porn because he left it in there one day by mistake. I remember being shocked at how rude it was."

"Hard core?"

"If you mean couples fucking, then yes."

She paused to sip her coffee. Her confession of teenage voyeurism made me bold.

"Did you see him cum?"

My cock was getting uncomfortable in my chinos and, being only contained beneath by a pair of loose boxers, was becoming very noticeable. I suddenly didn't care any more if she became aware of my excitement. After all, only minutes ago she had seen me in full glory!

"No, although I thought it was very bad at the time, I really wanted to, I had only seen it in his magazines, but Daddy came up the stairs and caught me."

"Oh shit! What did he say?"

Rachel looked down at her cup, crestfallen as if remembering that moment, "Not what he said, it's what he did. He pulled me up by my hair and slapped my face, so hard that I nearly fell down the stairs."

"Fucking hell Rach, that was uncalled for, after all he didn't know what was happening in the bathroom, surely? You could have been looking through the keyhole for any reason."

She looked up at my face with a bleak expression, "Its what I was doing Tom."

"Oh fuck, you weren't…? How could he know?"

She smiled through watery eyes, "When he knocked me over, he couldn't miss it, my knickers were halfway down my thighs." That vision, another twitch in my groin!

"So what happened after that?"

"Daddy did apologise later for hitting me, but I think Mummy made him do that. They sat me down and lectured me about masturbation, that it was dirty and unnecessary and all that fucking crap that parents talk. It seems it was okay for my brother to do it, a man's necessary thing I was told, but not for a girl."

"What a load of bollocks!" 

"Don't get me wrong, I love my dad, he's the best in the world, I think he was frustrated at the time."

"Not getting any?"

She nodded, "You probably remember Mummy was quite ill at that time."

"My dad was different, he actually encouraged me to do it, he said it was healthy and natural and would restrain me from having sex until I was old enough."

She grinned, "And did it?"

I grinned back. "No way!"

She laughed, "I remember now, you were shagging that little Indian girl in the botany class, what was her name?"

"Narita."

"That was her. God, how old was she?"

"That I am not telling you Rach." I laughed. "All I can remember she was young and willing! And, despite what everyone thought, it wasn't me that got her pregnant!"

"I never doubted you for a moment Tom." She was fiddling with the pens on my desk. "Now, do you want to hear more, or not?"

"Yes please, I want to know what's upsetting you now, and what it has to do with Kevin. Or Mike or Shaun, or anyone else for that matter."

"Okay. You know when someone tells you not to do something, you want to go out and do it all the more?"

I nodded. Sex was usually part of that equation.

"Well, it had suddenly become an issue for me and I asked a couple of boyfriends after that if I could watch them masturbate, but they accused me of being weird, me of all people! All they wanted to do of course was fuck me."

I took her hand and caressed it with my fingers. "If I might be so bold, I can hardly blame them, I would have been exactly the same, about fucking you I mean."

She looked startled, "Tom, how can you say that? You are my best friend."

"You are still one incredibly sexy woman, and in case you hadn't noticed I am your normal healthy horny male, you can't get away from that."

Her eyes flickered down towards my swollen groin. "I had noticed! Are you coming on to me Tom?"

I grinned, "Not yet, but I can't promise that I won't. Carry on with what you were saying?"

She looked flustered, "Where was I?"

"Two very strange boyfriends. What about Mark?"

Mark Greenwood, who kept wicket in the cricket team I briefly captained, lived with Rachel for over two years and I seriously thought they would have got married, but that particular event she regrettably reserved for an asshole called Kevin.

"You know Mark was the love of my life before he had that accident? He was the best lover ever, and yet…" She paused, a little sadness in her eyes.

"Yet what? You always said to me that everything was tickedy-boo between you two."

"Don't get me wrong Tom, I loved him deeply, I still do, it's just that he was such a prude. I mean, talk about seeing him wank, or cum, I hardly ever saw his cock, it was always somehow in me before I got a chance to see it. He thought he was rather small and it was all I could do to convince him that it was perfect for me. I had no chance of getting him to masturbate for me. And in his shyness he wouldn't let me go down on him."

The direction this conversation was heading was getting me very aroused, I suspected from her discreet wriggling in her chair that she was not immune to the sexual charge in the atmosphere either.

"You really have this thing about watching a guy play don't you? Not that I think for a moment it's weird. I find it rather exciting." I looked into her eyes, "And for your information I think the reverse is true too."

She nodded in agreement, "Oh yes, it's okay for the lads to watch us girls do it. My girlfriends tell me that their men love to watch them masturbate, so what's wrong with the other way round I ask?"

"Absolutely nothing Rach, and if I had known you were there in the dark I certainly wouldn't have stopped. I might even have put the lights on so you could have seen better."

"Oh Tom, you are lovely, are you sure you are not just saying that to make me feel better."

"Not at all, I just wish that bloody cat hadn't come in that's all. Anyway, tell me about Kevin."

"Can I have another puff?"

The weed had gone out, so I re-lit it and she took a grateful drag, her eyes starting to take on that familiar glazed look.

"I was never really in love with him and, after I married him, things just went downhill."

Rachel had already shared with me that they hardly ever had sex, it had been an arranged marriage, their respective fathers were planning to amalgamate their similar businesses, and their offspring, for some unfathomable reason, had been part of the deal. It was no secret that her husband was screwing around.

"It's time you divorced him, Rach."

"I know, you keep telling me that, and as soon as the Company contracts are signed I will, and he knows that. But it was him that convinced me I might after all be the weird one."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure if I should tell you this, he is after all my husband."

I grasped both her hands in mine, "Half an hour ago Rachel, we were both masturbating in the same room, and you have been telling me about your sex life, I don't think anything will surprise me now, do you?"




A Desk Job in London



Startled, she looked up, "Who said I was masturbating?"

"I smelt your finger in the kitchen, remember?"

Shyly she turned away and paused to take a sip from her cup. Seeing it was empty she reached for mine and replied to the room in general.

"One evening he came home much more sober than usual, and very attentive towards me. You know, flowers and wine and flattering remarks. I'm a glutton for that crap, and we quickly ended up in bed. While we were having sex I could smell perfume and realised he had been out with another woman. Obviously she had refused to sleep with him, and he was satisfying his lust out on me. Or in me," she added with a grim smile.

"I still can't see how you stay in the same house as that pig."

"Never mind that. Anyway, he was on top of me, puffing away and when I looked into his eyes I could tell he was imagining that he was fucking that other woman."

"We men do that all the time Rach," I joked, "I had a lovely time with Halle Berry last time Lisa was home!"

She laughed, "Ooh, so could I! But Christian Slater really does it for me! I found out later this was some slut from Tesco's that Kev was fantasising about."

"How do you know she was a slut?"

"Words get around."

"I still think there is nothing wrong with fantasising or role playing, it adds to the fun, and if you must know you have featured in many of my dreams."

She laughed at that, "Wet ones no doubt?"

I grinned, "Of course!"

The serious expression returned. "Tom, I'm trying to tell you what happened that night. Don't you see? This was my stuff all over again."

"What do you mean?"

"Normally, when I have a man inside me I just can't stop, I just want it to go on and on. But suddenly I didn't want Kev any more, he disgusted me, so I told him to pull out. I was surprised that he agreed and suddenly felt sorry for him and suggested he could cum over my body, over my face even. We had never done that. I just wanted him to get it over and done with, as quickly as possible."

Relishing that sexy picture Little Tom heaved in my pants, releasing a slippery dribble.

"Mmm, very nice," was all that I could stutter, picturing Rachel's face covered with spunk, preferably mine. I had plenty saved up for that purpose, if need be, four weeks of it.

She looked seriously into my eyes, questioning me, "You really think so?"

"Yes I do sweetie, it's all part of sex and the fun of enjoying each other. Lisa and I love doing it, she really gets off on it, and of course I do too."

"Well," she retorted, "Kev certainly didn't think so. He looked at me with a mixture of horror and hatred and slapped my face, just like Daddy did that time."

I clenched a fist, "You're joking? Fucking bastard, next time I see him…"

Rachel patted my arm, "Leave it Tom, there's more."

"Go on."

"This time I hit him back, right on his nose. For one frightful moment I thought he was going to kill me, but when he started bleeding on his priceless silk sheets he ran off to the bathroom."

"I would have got out of there."

"I nearly did. By the time he returned, I was dressed and ready to go, but he was surprisingly calm and stopped me, all the same I was ready to duck just in case. He led me into the lounge and actually apologised. He told me he didn't fancy me any more, as you know we were never really in love, and he confessed about his failed date. It was then we agreed we should pick a suitable time to break up."

"About time too, the sooner the better, I say."

"I know. I asked him why he got so upset and he said that what I had suggested was dirty and really only for men to look at in porn films, it didn't happen in real life. He said he had never masturbated in front of a woman and had no intention of starting with me now."

I reflected that he was obviously the weird one in that relationship. 

Still picturing my cum dribbling off Rachel's chin down on to her naked breasts, I boldly replied, the joint speaking for me, "I would do that for you."

There was a deafening silence between us after my outburst and, as she started to get up, I thought I had gone too far. But she hesitated, and sat down again.

"Now you tell me," her lips slowly widening into a broad grin.

I shrugged my shoulders, and she looked a little sad.

"All these years we have known each other and what, ten or twelve as grown ups? And you never suggested that."

"Why would I have? We were never lovers, although if you must know I have always wondered what we would have been like in bed together."

"If you must know I had the hots for you too, Tom," she admitted, taking both my hands in hers, "Especially in my teens. But then either you or me was always with someone else."

My cock now fully erect in my pants and making my desire for her blatantly obvious, I replied huskily, "Perhaps we should put the record straight then."

She withdrew her hands and placed one on my knee, "Much as I am tempted, you seem to forget I am still married."

I put a hand on top of hers, forcing it slowly up my thigh, "But only in name, and anyway, I can wait. Well, a few hours anyway!"

Removing her hand, she gave me one of her sterner looks, "Tom, I think this conversation is heading in the wrong direction. Do you fancy another coffee, or shall we call it a day?"

I looked at my watch, "I still have that phone call to come. I will give her until six, so yes please."

At that moment, as she rose to get of the cumbersome seat, two things happened. The wheeled chair moved away from under her and she put out a hand to steady herself, right on to my prominent erection and, collecting her cup with the other hand she nudged the mouse, bringing a very naked Lisa with unknown female friend back to life on to the screen.

Intrigued with the vision on the computer she left her hand in my crotch far longer than one would consider polite, and commented with one word on my cavorting fuck-buddy.

"Fuck."

As I moved the mouse to kill the picture she swiftly lifted her hand off my cock and placed it on mine.

"That's Lisa! With another woman!"

I nodded, awaiting her reaction, but she didn't comment. She just continued to stare, breathing heavily.

"I didn't know she was bisexual until this afternoon. What I mean is, I knew she was interested. And before you ask, no, I don't know who the other girl is."

Rachel was stood holding the empty cups, eyes glued to the screen, "Bloody hell Tom, no wonder you were masturbating. I thought you said you were reading an email."

Emboldened by her reaction, I responded, "Yes I was, this was a bonus. Want to read it?"

She nodded slowly.

"Although I will warn you, Lisa gets very verbal, if you know what I mean?"

She glanced down at my swollen groin, and intriguingly didn't seem too bothered that she had just touched it, none too lightly I might add.

"I don't think she could say anything our dirty minds haven't discussed already tonight Tom, but isn't it a bit private?"

"After what we have just shared? Hardly. Anyway we have always done so up until now."

"No you haven't, you never told me about letting girls watch you masturbate."

"You never asked." I reopened the first email, "Here we are."

I watched her face as she read Lisa's erotic letter, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing became deeper. I knew the signs, she was squirming in her chair, she was undoubtedly getting turned on. I wondered if it was the thought of my erection so close to hand, or the erotic writings of Lisa. God, how I wanted to fuck this woman!

She got to the end and turned to me, "Show it to me then."

"You sure?" I grinned, my hand moving as if to unzip my pants.

Her face reddened, "Not that silly, the clip she's referring to."

"It's a bit rude Rach."

She gave me that disparaging look of two friends who understand each other completely.

"Okay, here goes."

She gasped and took a step back when she saw the vibrator sticking out of Lisa's swollen cunt. "Shit, that's so sexy. What a pity for you she is so horny and so far away."

"I know." Staring at her meaningfully I added, "That's why I have to do something about it, soon. Very soon."

She was still breathing heavily but didn't reply, her concentration was on Lisa's erotic display. I had set the video to play.

"Can I ask you something personal Rach?"

"What can get more personal than this? Of course you can."

"Do you use one of those?"

"With the loser I am with, what do you think? Of course I do. Not as big as that one though, I have to be able to hide it away for obvious reasons. I keep it in a tampon box, Kev would never look in there."

"He's probably too thick to know what it is anyway." I laughed and banged the desk with my fist. As if on cue, the telephone rang. 

Rachel turned away, "I'll go get the coffee, there's some brandy in Daddy's office, want some in it?"

I nodded, but grabbed her arm. "Stay a mo, do you remember Kamile Ferrer?"

"What, that Arab woman that came on to you?"

"Turkish, actually, they don't like to be referred to as Arabs. And yes, it'll be her. Stay and listen, you will enjoy this." I switched on the speakerphone.

"Good evening, Shawfields, Tom Graham speaking."

"Tom darling, this is Kamile."

"Hi Mrs. Ferrer, how are you doing?"

"Very well Tom, I loved your drawings, you are so clever, darling." I winked at Rachel who raised her eyes to the ceiling.

"They meet with your approval then?" I was anxious to get them signed off so we could all get our commission payment.

"Just a couple of small things, and you might need to come around so I can show you what I mean."

Rachel gave me a knowing look. Although the 35-year-old woman was indeed extremely fanciable and seemed to live an independent life from her husband, who was employed as an envoy with the Turkish embassy, it was unethical to have any sort of unprofessional relationship with a client. Fucking her brains out, which she had clearly intimated in previous conversations, was included in that category. The situation was highly frustrating and, as on previous occasions, I tried once again to defuse it.

"Can't we can sort it out on the phone?"

"Maybe, maybe not. You know the new wall you have drawn on the North side? I would like that to be a bit longer if possible, because you know I like complete privacy on my patio, if you know what I mean?"

I knew exactly what she meant and my cock gave a little lurch at the vision of her splendid tall form lying stark naked on her sun bed. Rachel cottoned on too and giggled. Mrs. Ferrer had been only a little more clothed than that our first interview with her.

"Is that someone with you Tom? I assumed by now everyone had finished for the day."

"No Mrs. Ferrer," I lied, "Just the office radio, it gets boring here on my own." 

I immediately regretted that statement when she, quick as a flash, replied, "Oh Tom, if I had known that I would have come over and gone through this in detail with you."

"Gone through your pants more like," whispered Rachel, a little more quietly this time.

"Was that the only change Mrs. Ferrer? I can soon adjust that."

"Tom, please call me Kamy, you know I prefer that."

"Okay err, Kamy, was there anything else?"

"The shower you designed for the rear bedroom, it's a bit small if I have guests."

Rachel had sat back down, and was torn between listening to the conversation and staring at Lisa's video, fortunately she'd had the sense to turn down the sound. Without any warning, she moved her chair closer to mine and whispered, "I think she is after this Tom, don't you?" and promptly wrapped her hand around my prominent bulge. My heart leapt and my eyes questioned hers as I stuttered my reply to my client, Rachel herself gasping as she felt the heat through my pants.

I managed to stutter a reply, "Sure. Umm, I can organize that. Err; do you want me to double the size? I can easily make it bigger for you," I replied ambiguously. 

Rachel sniggered, "I could easily make this bigger too," she whispered, running her fingers along the prominent outline of my cock.

"Whatever you think Tom, as long as there is room for at least two people."

My cock was throbbing under Lisa's caressing hand and I moved to touch her breast, but she pushed me away. "What are you doing?" I mouthed. She put her finger to her lips.

"Tom, are you there?"

"Yes Kamy, sorry. I will get that redrawn on Monday."

"Thank you Tom, and don't forget the wall."

"I won't, good night Mrs. Ferrer."

"Oh, one thing more. I understand that the shower controls are quite complicated, when it's done will you be a treasure and show me how to use them?"

"Of course, goodnight." I hung up before she could make any more suggestions.

"She wants your body Tom," laughed Rachel, releasing my cock from her grasp, "I better go make that coffee now before we get carried away."

As she padded away to the kitchen, I grasped the ridge in my pants and called after her, "I meant what I said about my offer."

"I know," she called back over her shoulder, glancing briefly at my lewd gesture.

While she was gone I copied the emails on to a CD, with the intention of reading them again later at home on the laptop that Lisa and I jointly owned. Also, I was not too keen on the whole architectural community in London becoming aware of my girlfriend's sexual preferences. None of our computers were safe from Beryl's prying eyes.

I heard the jangling of keys and wondered why Rachel was being so long. I was soon to find out, and it wasn't the coffee about to be served, it was the boss's daughter! 

The kitchen door opened and closed, the light went out and the soft decorative wall lights of the boss's office came on. Rachel was framed in the opening, holding not coffee cups, but two glasses of brandy, her shapely thighs silhouetted by the soft lighting behind. And she was beckoning me with her finger. 

Like a fish to bait, I put out my desk lamp and moved towards her.

By the time I reached the office door she was perched on the massive desk, the hem of her skirt caught on the edge, temptingly exposing most of her thighs. On this occasion her crotch was tantalizingly out of sight.

Still a little unsure of her motives, I asked the idiotic question, "You want something miss?"

"Close the door Tom, I've bolted the back entrance and set the alarm on the front. Now I want to know if you are serious about what you said."

I grinned, "Absolutely Rach, I want to do anything that makes you happy."

She saw my cock lurch in my pants and smiled, "Then undo your trousers and let me see you again, I want a better view this time."

Needing no further invitation, I released my belt and top button and lowered the zip, allowing my pants to fall to my ankles, clearly exposing the mighty ridge in my boxers. A large damp telltale showed off the obvious desire for my sexy best friend.

The question that had been on my mind for the last few minutes now came to the surface, and I asked her if she was going to join in with what she clearly was going to ask me to do. To my relief she nodded and, staring intently into my eyes, hitched up her skirt fully under her ass, exposing her cotton clad crotch. I was delighted to see that just before she placed her fingers there, she too was wet, incredibly wet. 

I wondered how far we were going to go with this and whether we would actually get to fuck. Well aware of her father's carnal liaisons it wouldn't be the first time this desk had borne the weight of two fornicating adults!

Her eyes widened as I slowly drew out my cock and pointed it at her. "Bloody hell Tom, Lisa said you were big, but this!"

And big and proud I was at that moment in full glorious erection. For those readers who only perceive exaggeration here, I will assure you that big in this case meant big in girth, not length, where I was advised I was quite average. 

I stroked my cock lewdly, "This is for you dear Rachel, have as much as you want, and anywhere you want."

She blinked rapidly, "Down boy, I know you want to fuck, but this is all about masturbation, okay?"

Reluctantly I agreed, eyeing up her barely covered slit, "What about your panties then? Can I take them off for you?"

She shook her head. "Start playing Tom and I will take them off myself."

She was as good as her word, for as soon as I started to stroke with purpose, she raised her hips and slid off her white panties, exposing a most delightful peach of a pussy, no exposed vaginal lips and just a strip of golden pubes above her slit. And her lips were seeping the crystal clear juices of lust. She threw the garment at my face and I pressed it to my nose, inhaling the intoxicating odor of her sweet cunt. I am not a 'panty snuffer' as such but there are occasions when a man has got to do what he has got to do!

Meanwhile her eyes were glued to my cock and, even though I really wanted more than this, I was really beginning to enjoy the situation. Furthermore, seeing I was relaxed, she got into it quickly too. "Tom, I never realized your cock was so thick. I bet that's given your women lots of pleasure."

I laughed, "Try me and you will find out for yourself."

She ignored me and slid a slender finger into her pussy, reappearing glistening in the dim light.

As we started to stroke together I gradually became aware of the lack of romance, the sheer clinical act in which we were involved, and I shared this with Rachel.

"We should be on a bed doing this Rach, even that sofa over there. This seems too arranged, too formal; do you get what I mean? And I really want to kiss you while we do this."

She looked over her shoulder at the inviting couch where, it was rumored, her father had serviced many a willing female.

"No Tom, if we go over there we will have sex and, much as I would like to, it would be wrong. Please just stroke yourself, this means so much to me."

Despite the highly erotic view in front of me, my cock was showing signs of losing interest, the situation was absurd. We both knew we wanted to fuck, and here we were trying to masturbate. She sensed my anxiety and sighed, her fingers had ceased moving inside her pussy. 

"This isn't going to work is it?" Her shoulders dropped, "It's the same thing all over again."

I so didn't want to disappoint her and, knowing there was always a chance I might get her into my bed later, I came up with a suggestion.

"Rach listen, I know what we can do. Lisa and I often do this when we don't have time for full sex, or when she is on her period."

"What?' she replied apprehensively. Still standing, I moved closer, my cock pointing towards her. 

She placed her hand firmly against my chest, "No fucking Tom! I won't cheat on Kevin, no matter who he's screwing tonight."

I smiled, "Trust me Rach, if I wanted to fuck you all these years, don't you think I would have done so by now?" She looked a little hurt by that remark, so I hastily added, "And you know I don't mean it like that, I have fancied you since forever. I just respect your feelings, that's all. Now carry on playing with your pussy. And trust me."

She relaxed and smiled, as she once again went to work with her fingers, the head of my cock barely inches away from her invitingly juicy lips. Grasping her hand, I squeezed the head of my cock and released some pre-cum, smearing it onto her large finger. She shivered at her first contact with my naked cock, it had a pretty good effect on me too! I was now determined it wouldn't be the last.

"Use this on your pussy."

It did the trick, Her eyes glazed over as she transferred my love juice on to her clitoris and suddenly we were both horny again and we started to masturbate in earnest, me stretching my cock out to its full length, almost touching her inflamed pussy, Rachel now attacking her swollen clitoris with determination. The urge to plunge into her was almost overwhelming, once inside I was certain she wouldn't stop me, but my respect for her loyalty to her waster of a husband outweighed my lust. But only just.




A Desk Job in London



I considered using some dirty words to egg her on but wasn't quite sure if she was ready for that, so instead I suggested we swap hands! Those choice words came later from her, when things eventually hotted up.

"What do you mean Tom?"

"I do you, and you do me. Lisa and I often do that."

She laughed, "So did I with Mike, I'm not that naïve Tom. But no, maybe another time, okay, I would really like that. But right now I really want to watch you do it yourself, watch you orgasm."

I smiled, "So where would you like me to cum then?" I was stroking vigorously and, following my earlier practice run, knew that event was getting close.

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that," she paused, "I'll leave it to you, surprise me. But not my face please, I'm not ready for that surprise until I know you better. Sexually that is."

Encouraged by her remark, I laughed, pointing my cock upwards, "If you keep your mouth open like that, you will get a surprise."

She grinned at that, "Don't you fucking dare."

I started to shudder, "Let me know when you are close Rach, I'm nearly there."

She gasped, "I have been for ages Tom, I was nearly came before that bloody cat disturbed us! I'm waiting for you."

"In which case go for it, I'm cumming now."

She looked up at me puzzled, my cock was aimed at her hand.

"What…?"

"Trust me and watch." I felt the semen rise out from my balls, and through my shaft, and spilt a large quantity of hot seed through her flying fingers on to her pussy.

To give her credit, she didn't stop. Instead, she just gasped with obvious delight. If anything, her fingers traveled even faster as my spunk continued to flow in quantity through her fingers and eagerly she massaged the cream onto her swollen clit.

"You dirty fuck," she gasped, and then froze as though in electric shock, her own orgasm taking over her whole body. 

Then, as she let out a long silent gasp, she resumed her rubbing and I squeezed out a final drop, my cock head momentarily touching her fingers. I repeated the contact hoping she would grab my slippery weapon and press it against her clit. Instead she simply stared down at it, the highly erotic circumstances keeping it hard. Rachel gave a huge sigh and, barely pausing her frantic fingering, shuddered her way into a second climax.

"You dirty fuck," she repeated.

"I'll take that as a compliment," I smiled.

Her climaxes had moved her body to the edge of the desk, her soaking pussy clearly on view, our emissions pooling on to the varnished surface.

"You bet it was, in fact you are a lovely sexy dirty fuck."

"Is that what you wanted?"

"Tom, you might still think me weird but that was far, far better than anything I ever dreamed of."

She leaned forward to kiss me softly on the lips, "I'm so glad I waited all these years for my best friend to do it with me."

I held her head in mine, our lips engaging softly in between words, "I said before it isn't weird, it's part of sex, Lisa and I masturbate together all the time. In fact we did exactly the same as this last time she was over, right out there on my desk."

"Shit! I hope you locked all the doors."

"Of course we did, it was very late at night actually, we had just been to see Chicago in town and all those legs got me horny. From what I found out today I guess they affected Lisa too!"

"Did you fuck her out there too?"

"Yes, after I had recovered. And that doesn't take me long at all if I've had a joint," I added pointedly, my cock still lying idly against her pussy. 

Rachel shivered as I held her more tightly, she was still perched on the edge of the desk, my cock desperate to be inside her. We both knew we weren't finished just yet. I decided to titivate her further.

"Guess what else we did that night?"

She smiled into my face, her sweet breath mingling with mine as our tongues touched, "With you Tom, I cannot begin to guess."

"My little MiniCam was in my drawer, I took it out, put on the lights and videoed us doing it."

"Oh lovely, I bet that was sexy, have you got it here?"

"Sorry, it's at home, you can see it later if you like?"

"I would really like to see that Tom, but not tonight. I do think Lisa's very sexy though."

"Is that a woman's view?"

She smiled, "I'm not saying, let's just leave it at that shall we? Kiss me Tom, after orgasms like that I need to kiss and to be loved."

Standing at the edge of the desk I pulled her further towards me, her thighs open wide and gripping my hips. And we snogged. She sucked greedily on my tongue while my hands explored her breasts through her jumper, her nipples clearly aroused from our first sexual moment together.

As we lost ourselves in our passion, our lust for each other rapidly increasing by the minute, I move my hips in towards hers, my erect cock now coming into contact with her lower belly. We continued to kiss, slowly losing our reservations about going any further, and I stooped slightly to allow my erection to contact the upper folds of her wet pussy.

She jumped when she realised what I was doing, "Tom, no! That's cheating."

I whispered into her mouth, "Fucking is cheating, and we are not fucking." 

Not yet I thought.

"All the same… Oh God that's so nice." My erection had come into contact with her clitoris and, encouraged by her moans, I moved my body up and down so that the tip caressed her little bud.

"Tom, we really shouldn't be doing this, you are my best friend."

"Best friends are for sharing, Rach, and I am sharing my cock with your sweet pussy. He's just saying hello, that's all."

"In which case, hello Mr. Cock! Oh fuck, that's lovely" 

As we continued to kiss hungrily I now had my erection between my fingers, rubbing it into the folds of her soaking wet cunt. 

"Please don't fuck me."

As if to defy her own request her hips moved imperceptibly forward as if to accommodate my ministrations and my cock slid a little further in. My hands slid around her ass to keep her in that erotic position.

"Tom, what are you doing?" She breathed heavily into my mouth, making no attempt to pull away from me.

"A little more masturbation for you, just differently that's all."

I pushed inside another inch. "No you're not, you're fucking me, that's cheating."

"Only cheating a couple of inches, Rach," I grinned at her, "Not proper cheating."

She leaned back from my face, attempting to look serious, "We should stop now, before this goes any further." Another further three inches or so, I hoped.

"Rach, look at us. We are half naked, I am halfway in your pussy, and I want to fuck you so much, and I'm pretty sure you want the same. I know it's wrong, but we've waited long enough, you and I."

She buried her head against my chest, that heavenly smell of sex pervading both our nostrils.

"Oh Tom, I love you so much. Yes, I am horny too, but I don't know what to do."

Gently, I pulled her tightly against me, inching further inside her overheated haven. I was nearly home and dry. Or I should say, home and wet. And I swear she was gripping me more tightly with her vaginal muscles.

"Do you really want me to stop this?" I pulled out a little to tease her, and she grabbed my arm.

"No, don't do that… I don't know… I really want you…Tom darling, we shouldn't be doing this, we really shouldn't be fucking."

I kissed her hair, my cock aching to complete the distance, "No one will ever know, this is just between us, you know it's something we were always destined to do. Lets not wait any longer, Rach."

She moaned, I knew I was nearly there. I lifted her chin and kissed her aggressively, returning my fingers to her nipples, urgent and erect beneath her flimsy bra.

"You really want me to fuck you don't you? Fuck this hard cock into your juicy wet cunt?"

Her eyes flared at my language and, with her lips barely touching mine she breathed the words we both wanted to hear.

"Yes Tom, fuck me. Fuck Kev, fuck Lisa, fuck everyone else. I want your cock, I want all of it. Do it!"

Before I could react, she slammed her hips forward, embedding me at last deep inside her, emitting a loud scream.

"Fuck me Tom, fuck me like you told me you fuck Lisa. Come on, you dirty bastard, give it to me."

I needed no further encouragement and, holding on to her outstretched thighs I retracted fully and then plunged deeply back inside her. As my girth opened up her underused pussy she gasped, "Fuck, you're cock's so fat. Lisa must be mad leaving you alone so long."

I paused, a little breathless, "Let's do this properly. Rach, get on that sofa, it won't be so hard on your bum." I pulled out of her, but she forestalled me.

"No way Tom, that's Daddy's private place." We both knew he had only last weekend screwed a client on that same piece of antique furniture when she declared she couldn't afford his fee. "I want to go back to your desk and do it there, exactly where you had Lisa."

Anxious to keep to the job in hand, I queried, "Why Rach? One desk is as good as another." My cock was now back inside where it belonged and I was reluctant to release it again from its welcoming tunnel of sex.

"I want to look at Lisa again while we fuck, think what a lucky girl she is." So there was a bisexual tendency there! For a moment I pictured them together, naked, their heads buried in a lesbian soixante-neuf.

"Come on then." I removed my pants from my ankles and delightfully she led me by the cock to my desk and I reinserted the saved disk. Rachel leaned forward to peer at the screen, her position invitingly obvious. On the video, Lisa reinserted her vibrator and I copied her movement with my cock, slithering wetly and deeply into Rachel from behind. She gasped at the extra penetration gained.

And so I started to doggie fuck the girl that I had fantasised over for all these years. From the moment she had moved in next door at the age of six I wanted to share my toys with her. When we were ten I repeatedly attempted with little success to kiss her, and when we both reached twelve we did indeed accomplish that momentous event. We even touched each other's private parts through our clothing without understanding the erotic implications! 

Apart from friendly kisses on the cheek in later years, that was to be our only intimate contact, until tonight. As she had just confirmed, we had both, for many years, secretly desired more. In my youth I had often gone to bed masturbating furiously at the mere thought of seeing her naked. And now she shared that she used to entertain her pussy with the same thoughts of me. Only our individual relationships had kept us apart. Now, at long last, our fantasies had come true. We were fucking!

Perhaps the closest we had come to moving up a level had been when she and her current Jamaican beau of the time traveled with me and a Swedish girl called Anna to Ibiza in the Mediterranean. To know that this guy had his cock inside her only a few feet away from the room where I was enjoying the carnal attentions of my own friend, had been too much to bear, and I had shared those thoughts with Rachel the very next day, after some Dutch courage of course.

"Rach" I had said in a quiet corner of the bar, "Jason seems a nice guy."

She had simply sighed, "He's okay, but he's not the one for me, he thinks too much of himself. If there's ever a mirror around, then he's looking in it. What about Anna? I heard you two at it last night by the way, she's very sexy."

Little did she know that my violent attention to Anna's pussy had been enhanced by wishing my cock was inside the one on the other side of that thin bedroom wall!

"Like you with Jason, she is okay I guess, someone to take on holiday and have sex with, but she is always eyeing up the good looking blokes, I don't think there's a future for us there. Good shag though," I added.

I remember her nodding in agreement and I had continued, wanting to make my point.

"Perhaps those two would be better dating each other for the rest of the holiday?"

"What, you mean Jason and Anna?"

I remember staring at her, waiting for her to interpret my meaning.

"Uh huh. I think they would be cool together. I've seen her looking him up and down, particularly down! We could toss for which room they have."

Than she had got it, instantly. "Tom. Are you suggesting…?"

I'd nodded, unable to avoid a sly grin.

She did try her utmost to looked shocked, "Tom, how can you think like that? We are best friends, but if you make suggestions like that, we might have to think again. This is so unlike you."

Before I could summon up a sensible reply, Jason had appeared. Ironically he had been playing tennis with Anna! Rachel left the bar, not before presenting me with a mysterious quizzical look. I was to learn later that she had been desperate to go with my suggestion, especially as her boyfriend had come on heavily to Anna during their game, but she was truly afraid of spoiling our near-sibling relationship. 

That night I had fucked Anna with even more venom! I was determined to take her mind off her tennis partner, no matter how big his black fucking cock!

"Tom, why have you stopped, what's wrong?"

My mind snapped back to the present, I had indeed ceased fucking my best friend, dwelling on memories of the past.

"Sorry, I thought I heard something," I lied, "It was only the cat."

"Well, this pussy wants some attention, so please fuck me, Tom."

Gripping her thighs, I did indeed fuck her, with the same vigour as that night with Anna in Ibiza. 

My heart gave a leap when I noticed Rachel watching the brunette licking Lisa and I wondered if she was imagining herself in that place, but I didn't want to spoil the moment by asking. United in sheer lust, we humped away, the only sound in the darkened room was our heavy panting and gasping, and the wet slithering of organ within organ. Our own proper partners were now totally forgotten with our desire for the climax we wanted to share. As I continued to fuck her from behind, I slid my hands up her naked belly and sought out her breasts, pushing up her bra for access.

As I cupped the source of many years of fantasy, she wriggled out of my grasp.

"Tom no, that's not right, that's too personal." 

What could possibly be more personal, I thought, than my hard cock up her cunt? But I immediately fathomed her thoughts. Fucking was sheer irresistible lust, breast fondling was getting too romantic. 

I returned my hands to her hips, holding her steady as she continued to cheat on her husband, and I eagerly carried out Lisa's suggestion for me to have sex with someone new. No way could she have believed that her wish would have been acted upon so swiftly. 

Fucking Rachel had always been a dream, now it was unplanned and for real. The fact that she was betrothed to someone else simply added to the excitement. In my experience, married women, apart from the one you are actually hitched to, can be very grateful between the sheets, and I was hoping my sheets would endorse that even further in the next few hours.

Just when I sensed that she was coping with this, her first adultery, by letting me have her from behind, thus making the affair more anonymous for her, she asked me to stop and let her turn around. We stood facing each other, both naked from the waist down. She looked down between us and grinned. "He's lovely Tom. I wish we had been introduced much sooner." 

I followed her glance, Little Tom was stiffly erect and glistening from her own sex juices, and on cue, a droplet of pre-cum oozed from the head.

"Just for you darling." I smiled. Carefully lifting the pearl of liquid from my cock, I intended to smear it on her lips but her tongue poked out to receive my finger, so I popped it into her mouth. Staring deeply into my eyes she sucked erotically on my finger.

"Sex with you is so nice Tom, I can't think why I waited."

"Nice is rather an understatement Rach. I would have said sensational. Want do you want to do now?" I was moving my hips towards her so that my cock was searching once again for it's natural target.

"I want you to do something I often fantasised about."

"Go on," my cock twitched with anticipation and she reached down to stroke it. "Be careful, I am very close."

"Me too my darling Tom. I used to dream that if were ever to have sex together you would come into the shower and catch me secretly masturbating in there."

"Sounds cool, we can do that back at my flat if you like."

She ignored that. "You would stand there stroking this lovely hard cock and catch me playing with my wet pussy."

"Ha ha, the reverse of earlier this evening!"

For the first time I slipped two fingers deep into her sodden pussy, and she shuddered at my contact with her g-spot.

"And as I started to cum I would call out your name, and you would rush in and fuck me, right there standing up in the shower, the water pouring over us."

"We can do that, my shower is not as big as the one our Turkish friend wants, but I reckon I can squeeze you in."

"Not yet, Tom, we have to pretend."

"Pretend?" I asked.

She nodded. "We have no water but I'm sure we can make do."

I moved back toward her, but she held up her hand, "No, you have to leave the room and come back in and catch me."

I grinned at the idea, reluctantly removed my fingers from that pleasant place and returned to the kitchen, hoping in my absence she wouldn't suddenly get cold feet. I looked at my watch and giving her three minutes, contendently stroked my slippery cock.

After what seemed an age, I secretly re-entered the office and was greeted with the very familiar groans of a highly sexually charged woman attacking her cunt. I stood there in the dark corner, wanking gently and watching the erotic scene. Rachel's head was thrown back in the sheer frenzy of the moment, leaning against my desk, legs apart, her fingers flying across her pussy in a blur. I wondered if for a moment she had forgotten that I existed!

As soon as she was clearly approaching orgasm, I emerged from the shadows, clutching my erect cock.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Rachel, wanking in my shower?"

Although she expected me, she jumped at the tone of my voice. When she saw me lewdly stroking myself, she grinned and joined in the game.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Graham, sir. I was looking at the pictures on your computer and when I saw that woman licking your girl friend's pussy, I couldn't help myself, I just had to come in here and do it."

She pretended to look apprehensive as I approached her with the sternest face I could conjure up.

"So what are you going to do to stop me telling the your husband then?"

"What do you want me to do, sir?" Rachel shyly covered her crotch with her hand.

I stood in front of her and placed her free hand on my cock.

"Put your leg up on the bath you dirty bitch, uncover your cunt and put my cock in it…"

"Yes sir."

She lifted her foot up onto my chair, and pulled my cock in towards her soaking wet slit.

"…And tell me what you think I should do with it."

"I think you should punish me by fucking me with that big fat cock of yours."

"Do you? Well you better ask me nicely then, because I do have a very randy girlfriend who happens to like this cock in her cunt too."

"Please fuck me, Mr. Graham."

"Not nice enough."

"Please fuck my sweet pussy. I want your cock inside me."

Rachel was desperately trying to pull me into her.

"You can do better than that."

She paused, searching for the words she knew I wanted to hear, and then took a deep breath.

"Alright you fucking bastard. I want you to stick that thick throbbing cock into my wet cunt and fuck my brains out and then give me your cum!"

"A pleasure, Mrs. Allen."

Gripping her around the ass, I eased my cock up into her, and she gasped, "Fuck me you dirty wanker, give it to me hard."




A Desk Job in London



"Wanker yourself." I laughed and rammed deeply up into her with one sweet stroke.

One hand on the desk and one around my waist she gasped as I started to fuck her with long strong thrusts. I needed her breasts and attempted to lift her top over her head.

"What are you doing Tom?"

"When people fuck in the shower they usually take their clothes off!" To endorse that statement I unbuttoned my own shirt.

For a moment I thought she was going to refuse, but with an air of resignation she removed her top, revealing her ample cleavage, only half protected in a skimpy blue bra. There was a pretty pink rose in the centre band. Until now I haven't been lucky with tits, every girl I had known, excluding my teenage lover Carol, was under endowed in that department. Perhaps Rachel was about to buck the trend, she had to be a good double D!

I made to undo the clasp but, for her own unfathomable reasons, she shook her head.

"No, Tom, not yet."

"You shower with your bra on, Rachel?"

She laughed in my face, "Just fuck me Tom, fuck me like the dirty married slut that I am."

Assuming the removal of her bra represented her last defence of her dignity, I didn't argue, but pressed my face into the fragrant cleavage as I slid my length easily up and down inside her welcoming tunnel of sex. Both of us close to our peak I held her steady while we fucked standing up, our eyes locked together, totally consumed with lust. In this standing position my cock was now in contact with her g-spot and, in between gasps, we kissed hungrily like the lovers we had now become. Tiny beads of sweat had appeared on both of our brows.

Over her shoulder I could see Lisa's face, frozen in ecstasy with the unknown woman feasting on the pussy I knew so well. I felt no guilt fucking another woman, only an hour ago she had suggested just that, clearly so that she felt no qualms about getting it on herself. Something about the photo puzzled me but my mind was now on Rachel as she started to moan, her head buried in my shoulder. Gripping the cheeks of her ass I pulled her hard down on to my cock, my thrusts ever deeper inside the heat of her glorious cunt. She started to shake, she was ready, and so was I. A joint orgasm requires timing and perfection, and we had got it just about right.

Before the imminent explosion I lifted her chin and questioned her eyes.

She read my thoughts and nodded, "Cum inside me Tom," she gasped, "I've wanted this for so long. Pretend you are giving me my first baby."

My mind beyond caring whether she was being serious or not, I thrusted some more, pausing only as she started to cry out and, with my cock deeply embedded up to my balls I let go inside her with one great blast. I put my finger to her clit to prolong her own pleasure, to my delight it was the largest one I had ever encountered. I guess it goes with the tits! I moved more slowly, my cock moving amongst the million of sperm I had just donated inside my best friend, and now my latest lover.

Slowly, she wound down, and we stood there kissing fondly, me striving for position so that I could stay inside her for as long as possible, my cock reluctant to part with the moist heat of her. At that moment, her foot slipped off the chair and it rolled away. Her leg dropped to the floor, gripping me tightly inside her, and our bodies came together. Her eyes locked with mine and she started to giggle.

"What the hell what that all about?" I grinned back at her.

"I don't know, Tom, but it was bloody horny. I have never acted out a fantasy before, can we do it again?"

I grinned, and lifted her back up on to the desk, my cock still inside her pussy, "How about tomorrow night? I have some fantasies of my own too."

"Ooh, tell me!"

"I will, when you come around."

Her face dropped, "Tom, I don't think we can go as far as that just yet. If we get caught, there could be huge trouble."

"Okay," I laughed, "I can wait, you won't be able to resist very long, I am sure."

She punched me lightly in the ribs, "That was lovely Tom, I've never done it standing up before."

"It's one of my favourites, in the woods up against a tree is good, Lisa and I did that once in Regents Park, in that little woody bit. Broad daylight too!"

"God, you might have been caught!"

Despite my cock still being tightly embedded in her cunt, my spunk was starting to ooze out and she reached around me for the tissues.

"That's part of the fun. Any other couple going in there would be up for the same thing as us. We knew because we found used condoms all over the place."

"Uggh, gross."

"I did that with Carol too, she taught me the doggie bit." 

She frowned again at the mention of my very first lover. But she quickly relaxed, and laughed, "I know, she once told me. She taught you well darling. As you might have noticed, I adore doggie sex."

"Thank you, I do my best. Talking of condoms, I didn't think, I'm sorry."

Wiping her thighs with the tissue, she smiled, "Don't worry, if I had wanted you to I would have asked. I am safe and I was only joking about the baby!"

I held her close, her hard nipples pressing against my chest through her bra, "I wouldn't have minded if you weren't, if I wanted anyone to have my baby, Rach, it would be you."

"That's sweet, Tom, when you were fucking me I felt exactly the same. I don't think Kevin would approve though, do you?"

I smiled lovingly down into her eyes with the certain knowledge that would indeed happen in future. In fact, it was nearly five years before we produced a baby girl together, happy together in our idyllic Cotswold cottage. In the meantime we would both experience the sensual delights of other partners, for me there would be the ex-prostitute Lesilia, the cock-hungry Sue from Guildford, an angry girl on a bus, and the encounter in the sea with a strange gothic teenager. And there was Christmas too, that was a memory to last forever. Not to mention the very next day, but more about that in another story. 

Rachel would later tell me of her lovers, including renewed sex with my younger brother, and several women too. In fact, I only rescued her from complete lesbianism by proposing marriage. To keep her happy, one of her female ex lovers would visit us on a regular basis and keep her satisfied, me too if the wind was blowing in the right direction.

I digress again. That was all to come, some of which is already on paper (read my other stories), but right now we were stood cuddled together, totally naked apart from her bra, her last vestige of marital defence, in that indescribable afterglow of passionate sex. Little did I know that, even though we were not to share a bed that night, further sex was till on the agenda!

My story will continue shortly under the title of Encore on Barnes Common.