1 comments/ 19214 views/ 1 favorites A Quick One By: BigTri They stand up, and move into the hallway, as she prepares to go back to work after a nice quiet lunch together. They hug, and give each other a squeeze. She stares into his eyes, and sighs as he kisses her gently on the cheek, and then on the mouth. She gasps as she feels his tongue trying to push into her mouth. She parts her lips, allowing his tongue entry, and fighting back with hers. They kiss for what seems like an eternity. Until, panting she pulls away from him, and looks into his lust filled eyes. He leans forward, and presses his lips onto hers, sealing them together with an energetic kiss. She pulls herself closer to him, rubbing herself against his growing hardness. His hands grip her bum, and begin to pull her skirt higher. She moans as his hands finally find the naked flesh of her bum. He grips her harder, and kisses her more deeply. She kisses him back, and slips her hand between them, and begins to massage his erection. He groans as she opens his fly, and grips his hard cock. He finds the edge of her g-string, and begins to pull. She gives a little yelp, as he jerks hard, and the flimsy material tears. He pulls her knickers off, and drops the remnants onto the floor. She wraps one leg round him, as she pulls his hard cock out of his trousers, and presses it against the wet lips of her pussy. He pushes against her, and feels the head of his engorged cock slip into her waiting cunt. They groan in unison at the heat emanating from their connected groins. They stand there, con-joined, as the delicious sensations build. He carefully slides one hand from her bum, and begins to knead her full, firm breasts, feeling her nipples harden and show through the material of her bra and shirt. She leans her head forward, and begins to kiss his face and neck, while slowly stroking his hard cock. They kiss again, enjoying the taste of each other. The kiss ends, and there lips break apart, leaving them both gasping for breath, and even more ready for what is to come. She moves her hand away from his cock, and grips him hard round the neck, lifting herself onto her tip-toes, as he presses himself closer, sliding his cock deeper into her willing cunt. Their lips meet again in a feverish kiss, as he begins to slide his cock in and out of her. He pushes her harder against the wall, and she responds by lifting herself higher. He grips her arse tightly, and she wraps her other leg round his waist, allowing him to penetrate her deeper. She gasps into his mouth as he rams his rigid cock deep into her gaping cunt. He breaks off the kiss, and begins gasping for air as he slams into her pussy. She bites his neck, encouraging him in his labours, as she begins to reach her orgasm. She shudders with orgasmic delight, as she cums, her body responding in the way she loves as he pounds into her. As her orgasm peaks, she feels her already wet cunt getting wetter. His thrusts are getting faster, as he feels his balls tighten. He grunts with the effort, and then goes rigid as his cock begins to pump steamers of thick hot spunk deep into her waiting cunt. He pushes her hard against the wall, his legs locked as he cums. She shudders again, still on a high from her orgasm, as she feels his spunk pour into her. She holds on tight as he thrusts a few more times, emptying his balls. Their lips meet, in a hot post-orgasmic kiss, sealing the act with the love they share for each other. She smiles at him, and he smiles back. “Sorry babe, I’ve got to go back to work.” She whispers. “OK.” He says, ”I suppose I need to let you get cleaned up and out then.” “That would be a good idea.” She chuckles, giving him another kiss. They carefully disentangle themselves, and as she picks up her ruined underwear he caresses her tight bum. She looks at him as she stands up, her eyes sparkling with life. “What am I going to wear this afternoon?” She asks him with a smile on her lips. “Well, as it happens, I’ve got some underwear that I bought for you as a present, and since you need some, I’m sure you can have it now, I’ll get it while you clean up.” He laughs. But that is another story entirely……………… A Quick One She was lying on her belly; her hips supported by a pillow, her head partially buried in another. He grabbed each ankle with his strong hands and forced her legs apart roughly. He slid his fingers easily inside her slippery tacky pussy, smearing her juices all the way to her ass. She pushed hard against his hand, moaning slowly as his finger slipped in and out of her pussy. He eased another finger inside her ass and worked his hand to the rhythm of her thrusting against him. Her breathing was becoming shorter and louder, and her cries of pleasure matched her rhythm: "Oh, oh, oh, yes, ohhh." He moved one hand onto her hips, and lifted her to her knees. She buried her face further into the pillow. She reached behind her and grabbed for his swollen cock. She played with him teasingly before she began to guide him into her. She slid his cock up and down inside the walls of her wet and warm pussy, touching lightly the entrance to her opening. However, to his surprise and delight, she moved his dick toward her ass, and told him to 'put it in there'. As he pushed gently and firmly into her tight hole, she gasped loudly. He eased himself slowly back out, and then in again, each time burying his shaft further inside her. She moved her fingers to her pussy, slid one inside, and began to finger fuck herself. With her finger firmly inside her pussy, and his dick wedged securely in her ass, they began to rhythmically thrust and fuck back and forth against each other. The noise they made; the squelching and squishing, sticky sweaty bodies smacking against each other, moans, groans, cries of delight and pain, mixed and perforated into the sheets, the room and out into the night. Soon her moans grew more lustful and she began yelling for him to fuck her, fuck her hard. He held on to her either side of her hips and pushed as hard as he could inside her. She smashed back against him, his balls slapping hard against her arse cheeks. She cried for him to fuck her faster, and he complied. Harder, deeper, faster he fucked. Harder, deeper, faster she fucked him back. He held onto her shoulders and pulled her into him, ramming his throbbing ready cock into her so deep he could no longer see himself. She cried out again and again that she was going to come, went rigid against his thrusting, and then convulsed in a fit of shudders. She started to come. The exquisitely pleasurable feeling built to it's climax between her legs, before quickly affecting every muscle, made her quiver as she let forth a scream of pleasure into the night. Yes he heard her coming, and now felt her coming. Her ass throbbed and gripped his dick harder, like a clenching fist. He was thrusting as hard as he could, feeling his balls smacking her hand as her hand rubbed gently, masterfully at her clit, making her orgasm come in wave after wave as never before. As he watched his dick slipping in and out, his balls slapping up hard against her, he could feel his own strong sensation welling. Crying out, he let her know that he too was about to come. She was still playing with her clit, but let herself go to grab hold of him, squeezing his balls and pulling at them as she felt his dick swell, and then unable to resist, he came inside her with a sharp inhalation of breath. With each thrust he gushed hot and sticky semen into her ass: the excess overflowing onto her hand which she then used to varnish her pussy, and his warm slippery cock It seemed as though it would never end: but eventually it did. This was a moment caught in time, and neither of them was going to forget it in a hurry. Breathing hard from their exertions they collapsed into each other's arms. As they lay together, surrounded by drenched linen and the smell of sex flowing from every pore, he wanted to lick her body, to taste the sweet tincture of liquid love; their sweat, her juices, his sperm, that conjoined and assimilated and oozed languidly down her legs. They rested in a light sleep for a few moments, before one of them lightly touched the other. They responded instantly to each other, and were soon locked in a tight embrace, which was quickly followed by another session of passionate love making - and this was the way it was all night. A Quick One He's the mid 40s muscle stud daddy who picked me up in the hotel bar. I'm the horny stud muffin, 20 years younger. We'd chatted and joked at the bar, half watching a hockey game on a big screen TV on the wall. We were getting along. I liked his style, his confident, masculine presence, and the way he put me at ease. It was clear he was interested in me, me in my jeans and tight t-shirt under a black sports coat. When we were a couple of drinks into it I excused myself to hit the head. He came along. We stood side by side at the urinal and after about 3 seconds of pissing, checked each other out. When I felt him look over I stepped back a little and dropped my hand so he could see better if he wanted. I looked at him and he was watching, with a grin on his face. I looked down at his prick, dark and thick, pulsing a fast stream of piss. When he'd squeezed off the last couple of shots he stroked his cock for me, giving me a good look. He stepped back and zipped up, "lets get out of here," he said. We didn't say anything in the elevator, just checked each other out. I could tell he was happy to be taking a young, good-looking guy to his room. I felt like it was an adventure. I wasn't all that experienced with guys, but I was a born horn dog and up for just about anything. He's leaning back on the couch, shirt off. I'm kneeling next to him running my hands over his bare chest and tweaking his nips as we make out. His chest is dark with hair and heavily muscled. His belly is hard and hairy right down to the waist of his trousers. I'm going in for feels of his crotch and am impressed by that big dick of his, half hard under the fabric. God you are a stud! I said, meaning it as I came up for air from one of those long hot kisses that were making me weak in the knees and hard in my pants. I am so glad I let you talk me into coming up here, I said. I really like hot older men. You are such a man, I said, and I feel like I'm just a kid. Just a horny kid, I murmured as I went in for another kiss, feeling his hot, hard, hairy chest. He thrust his tongue deep into my mouth and I sucked on it, loving it. We broke. And you are the hottest little boy toy, he said. So smooth and nice. He'd lifted my t-shirt and was running his hands over my chest and belly. His hot, firm touch felt terrific. I could just eat you up, he said. I leaned back, tore off my t-shirt and leaned forward to press my tit to his mouth. He sucked on to it instantly, sending chills down my spine. I put my hands on the back of his head and pulled him to me. Oh yeah, suck on my nips, lick me, bite me if you want, make me horny you stud, do me good! He was into tit play or dirty talk, or both because he did me righteous on both nips for a couple of minutes. His avid enthusiasm turned me on as much as anything, I'd been kneeling next to him, but now I was straddling his leg and it felt good to have his thick, muscular thigh between my legs. I want to show you something, I said, leaning back and unbuttoning my jeans. I didn't have any underwear on so my cock popped right out. Look how hard I am for you, I said. Look how turned on you've got me! A big drop of precum glistened on my cock head. I put my finger to it, then smeared it on my lips. I went in for another kiss and he sucked and nibbled all over my hungry mouth. That is a nice dick, he said, pausing and looking down. What are you, seven and a half or something? I grinned. I like having a big dick and I like to have it appreciated. Yeah, I said. Wanna see? I got off the couch, stood up and quickly kicked off my shoes, socks and blue jeans. It felt great to stand naked in front of him. I teased him with little poses. Well, he said, standing, its time you saw what you've done to me. He was out of his clothes quickly and I got a good look at that hot cock of his. It was as thick of mine, probably an inch and a half longer, and it was darker than mine, much darker, heavily veined, dangerous looking. I was down on my knees in a second, grabbing his big shaft, lifting it and burying my face in his crotch down there under his balls. I could feel his big hairy sack on my cheek as I pressed my face into his hairy crotch, drinking in his scent. I licked up one side of the underside of his cock, then down the other. Mmmm, I moaned, I love your cock! Jesus, you're such a stud! Look at you! I looked up at him, all muscular and hairy. He was looking down at me with a sexy gleam in his eye and a grin on his face. All right, my boy, he said, it's time to suck Daddy's dick. Oh yeah, I breathed and went down on him. Big, shiny, smooth, and hard, I sucked and licked that beautiful cock like a man possessed. It was such a turn on that I couldn't stop. Until, finally, I had to. I looked up at him, grinning. I wiped the spit from my face with the back of my hand. Do you like that? I asked. Do you like the way I suck your prick? I kept pumping it slowly with my hand while I caught my breath. Oh, yeah I do! He said. You are one hot little cocksucker. Do you think you're ready to try to take it down your throat? How hungry for my cock are you really? I just nodded. I took his cock in my mouth and opened as wide as I could, looking up at him. I put my hands on his hips and pulled. His cock slid into the back of my throat, then stopped. I made noises for him to go ahead and he put his hands on my head and pressed slowly into me. His cock slid in an inch or so, then my gag reflex kicked in and I backed off choking, my eyes streaming with tears. I took a breath, then went down on him again. He pushed and he went in deeper. I half gagged, and backed off. The next time I went down on him it slid all the way in and my lips and face pressed into his hairy belly. My throat was chock full of his thick tool. I was experiencing huge rushes of sexual pleasure and if I'd touched my prick, I would have exploded. But I wasn't ready for that yet. Before I came, I wanted him to fuck my throat. I wanted him to enjoy having a hot, young guy worship his big prick. He did. He started up a slow, steady tempo, holding on to my head and talking dirty to me, telling me how hot my mouth was, how good my throat felt wrapped around his big cock. How much he liked feeding his cock to fresh young meat. I could feel him getting harder and harder. I thought he would blow any second and I was eager for it. But he pulled away at what I think was the last second and we both were panting and sweating and grinning at each other. My turn, he said, and pushed back me onto the couch. He got between my legs and for 15 minutes gave me the most exquisite, edgy, blow job. I was moaning and begging for more. He gave me more. He pushed my knees back and exposed by ass. He began riming me and tongue fucking my ass and I thought I was going to explode! Oh my god, that's so hot! I exclaimed. Your tongue is driving me crazy. I love it. I grunted and moaned as he lost himself in rimming me and tongue fucking me. My dick was huge, laying on my belly, drooling precum everywhere. He pressed a bent knuckle into my ass hole, stretching it at the same time he pressured the whole sensitive area between my balls and my asshole. It was fabulous, I was squirming and moaning in pleasure. You like that huh, he said. You like having your ass worked. Do you think you might like more? Oh yeah, stud, I said. I'll do whatever you want. Do you want my ass? You want to bury that big cock up in my belly? Huh stud? You want me to be your little bitch this afternoon, take your big cock into my hot little ass? I was loving opening up to him this way, taunting him at the same time that I unburdened myself, admitting to the hot river of lust that was running deep inside me. You want to use me, I said, taking my dick into my hand and stroking it, you want to use my little boy ass? You think you're man enough to take my ass? Are you perverted enough to fuck me? I'm young enough to be your son. I could see I'd hit a nerve. His eyes were hooded, his mouth was slack. Sweat was running through the hair on his chest. He was breathing hard. I'm young enough to be your son, I said, again, but it's ok. You can do me. You can fuck me. You can do anything you want with me. You're a stud. You're a hot, hairy stud and you can do anything you want with me. I'll do anything you want. He'd been twisting his knuckle back and forth in my ass and I was burning back there, eager for whatever. All right, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get he said. He positioned himself between my legs and lifted my legs over his shoulders. I could feel his prick swinging between my open thighs. He positioned himself with one hand and I could feel the hot, blunt head of his cock at the portal to my ass. It felt fantastic. I looked up at him through a haze of lust. Oh you're a stud, I said, you're such a stud, a man stud, a muscle stud. I was running my hands over his hairy chest, feeling his bulging pecs and squeezing his the big biceps of his smooth, muscular arms. Come on stud, I said, chanting from some deep place, stud me, stud me, slide that big prick into me, I was looking him right in the eyes. He was off somewhere else. He pressed into me slowly. It hurt, but I didn't care. When he popped into me it was a searing pain and I screamed, but not in agony, in total lust and commitment to this frenzied act of unbridled sexual passion. I clutched at his arms to stop him from moving and he held still. The only movement was my cock bobbing on my belly, drooling, as my heart pounded in my chest and my pulse raced in my ears. I looked up at him and nodded that it was all right to press in. He did, for just a half-inch or so, and then pulled out. He leaned down and ravaged my mouth again with his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his big back and pressed up against him feeling his sweaty hairy chest on mine. He pushed himself up, hands on either side of me once more and pressed his cock into me again. This time it went right in as I gasped. Oh stud, I said in a voice that sounded panicked with excitement, that feels so good! Slide that big hot man cock into me. Yeah, slide it it, Yeah, all the way. When it was all the way in he paused for a moment and I had a chance to look up at the handsome, hairy muscle stud who was fucking me. God he was a stud! A man, fully grown. Then suddenly I got this rush thinking how much he liked it. I could see that he was with me, but off in the land of ecstasy at the same time. It made me feel powerful and good. Come on stud, I whispered, give it to me. Fuck me good now. Long and slow. Give it to me. He did, for the next 15 minutes he fucked in and out of my ass, altering his pace, changing his position, and fucking me thoroughly and well. I could barely touch my cock it was so hard and I was right on the edge of coming the whole time. Now I needed to get off, so I began to work on him verbally again. I wanted him to cum so that I could, too. Come on stud, I said, fuck your little boy, fuck his little ass with your big daddy dick. You're a perv. You fuck boys asses. I love your fucking stud dick. I'm you're little boy, your little bitch. Fuck me. I reached up and took his nipples between my fingers, twisting and pulling. That did it. He began to bellow and buck as he came. All I had to do was stroke my dick once, then twice, then three times and I was coming, screaming and coming, shooting huge jets of cum onto my belly as he squirted his load deep in my ass. Neither of us could stop, we just orgasmed and squirted and pulsed until, spent, we collapsed. A Quick One For Jelena When my two best friends asked me to go to watch the tennis at Wimbledon with them I immediately agreed. Yes, I liked tennis, both playing and watching, but that wasn't the reason I was going. Oh no! I wanted to see Anna Kournikova and the rest of the hot ladies there. The short tennis skirts and tight tennis tops always got me excited. We had queued for ages before we finally got into the huge green coloured tennis complex that was the All England tennis club. The place was packed. There were hundreds, thousands of fans, and almost an equal number of stewards too. I could hardly move but the three of us started to push through the crowds in an attempt to get to court number one, which is where we were supposed to be sitting. I had no idea of how to get there but my friends had been before so I just followed them. We seemed to have walked for five minutes when suddenly I saw a large crowd of autograph and photograph hunters chasing someone. "Guys, look. Who's that?" I asked, changing direction towards the crowd. "Guys?" I looked around but my friends must have carried on oblivious to what I had said. I thought they would be pleased if I managed to get this famous stars autograph so I pushed my way forward. I am quite well built and at 6'3" I easily got to the front quickly. When I got there I was startled. There before me between two burly minders stood a petite blond girl. She was short, maybe 5'4" or something, but she had long blonde hair down to the top of her cute, cute butt. She was wearing a tracksuit so her overall figure was a mystery to me. I found myself staring at her chest and her butt, wondering what they were like, and then I looked up and found she was staring right at me! I must have gone red. This girl was beautiful, but looked no more than 18. I was certain she'd be pissed with my blatant perving, but she kinda smiled at me as if to say I know what you're doing. I looked around at the crowd but no one else had noticed anything. Had she not actually looked at me? I was certain she had! Anyway, her minders walked her into a building and that was that. My friends had told me as we were queuing that Anna Kournikova had pulled out of the tournament due to a knee injury, and I was pretty pissed off with that. I didn't realise there was another girl who looked as good. I mean this girl was enchanting. I asked the couple next to me who that was and they told me it was Jelena Dokic, an Australian born Yugoslav. I pushed my way out of the crowd and eventually found the court I was supposed to be at. When I met my friends I wasted no time in telling them about what just happened. "Yeah right man, Jelena Dokic just looked at you erotically. We believe you. No, really." They didn't believe me. I knew they wouldn't but I had to tell someone. I sat through the first match just thinking about her. I couldn't help it! "Hey, dreamer. Seeing as you're not watching this game, how about you buy us some Cokes? It shouldn't be too busy out there" Mark suggested. I nodded and wandered off. I found a Coke stall and ordered three. As I was being served I noticed the doorway that Jelena had walked through. No one was around the doorway and I started to think about going in there. I had my doubts, lie someone would stop me or she wouldn't actually be in there. Anyway, I was served the Cokes and I walked off. I stood outside the doorway and looked around. No one was looking at me. I was about to go in when it opened and two security guards came out. "You can't go in there Sir. You need id." "I, er, I'm Jelena Dokic's physio." I lied. Why the hell did I say that? They didn't look stupid, they looked tough. I was stupid. "You're damn early aren't you? She said you were supposed to come at 2. It's only quarter past one. Anyway, all physio's have id." "I, er, lost my pass. I'm early because I have a lot of work to do." They looked at each other. "Just let him in Alan. We're on break and we gotta go get the new guards." The other guard nodded and held the door open. I couldn't believe it! I was in. I don't know how I did it, but I did it. Now what the hell did I want to do? I looked at the wall and saw a sign. It said 'changing rooms 1-18'. I walked along the corridor and eventually came to a door which had 'Miss Dokic' on it. By now I was possessed. I had to see her again. If I was caught I would just say I got lost or something. I'd be fine. I knocked and walked in. "Hi, I'm Ross, I know I shouldn't…" I looked around the small room. No one was there. I heard running water though and assumed she was having a shower. A shower! She was naked! My dick got hard immediately. But then, the water stopped. She had finished. I looked around and decided that I would hide behind her room's closet. I peeked around it and saw her emerging from the shower room. I hid again. The next time I looked she had already slipped into her tight fitting tennis dress. Damn! I had missed my chance to see her nude. I so wanted to see those breasts and that ass. I was so horny that there and then I decided to take her. I was going to have sex with her in this room, with or without her consent. She was putting her hair in a ponytail when I came up behind her. I was going to say hi, but instead I grabbed her mouth so she couldn't scream and used my other hand to immediately grab hold of a breast. She screamed under my hand but when I pushed against her with my cock, she stopped. I pushed quite hard and we pushed up against a locker. I let go of her mouth. "Don't scream Jelena, please. I won't hurt you. I just need to make love to you" She seemed to give in and went all limp in my strong arms. She turned around and when she saw it was me, she had a sort of worried smile on her face. She tilted her head back when I began to kiss her neck. She had given in and I knew we would make love. Suddenly there was a call on the loudspeaker. "Miss Dokic and Miss Rubin to Court 1 in 10 minutes please." I knew from that I had to move quickly. I began to unzip her tight tennis skirt but her hand stopped mine. "No, I don't have time to strip. I have to play in ten minutes. I can't have sex." I had come so far and I wanted to have sex with her so badly. I passionately kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. My hands were all over her breasts. They were small, but nice. I gently tweaked her erect nipples through the material of her tennis t-shirt. She got so turned on by this she moaned in my mouth. I thought that's it. I'm having her. I used my right hand to push her right leg up. Her short skirt rode up to her waist revealing a pair of white cotton panties. I quickly pulled them down and looked down at her naked cunt. It had a light coating of fair pubic hair and it looked amazing. Even though she had said no originally, she now knew what was going to happen and she held her leg up. She also undid my flies and pulled out my cock form my jeans. I'm not going to lie and say I have an 11-incher, it's only 6 but she seemed pleased with it anyway. Her touching my tool sent shivers down my spine and I pushed it's head against her slit. She eased herself onto it and I gently slid into her. She moaned and I knew I was doing everything she wanted. I lifted her top up and over her breasts. She couldn't stop kissing me but somehow I unclasped her sports bra and her small, pert breasts fell out. I treated them roughly, squeezing them hard. I pumped against her so hard, I thought the lockers were gonna fall down. After about five minutes she moaned and I could feel my cum rising. "I'm cumming Jelena. Shall I pull out" I said. "No, inside me, inside me!" she screamed. Just at that moment I flooded her pussy with my love champagne and her juices engulfed my cock. We stood there for what seemed like ages, her in my arms. My dick eventually went limp and I pulled it out of her. She kissed me again and whispered thankyou into my ear. She went to the shower room again and this time came out fully clothed. "You won't say anything about this will you?" she said. "No, of course not." I said. She again thanked me and explained I now had to leave. She opened a door just outside her room and I slipped quietly into the crowds again. I rejoined my friends and ended up watching Jelena play Chanda Rubin. In fact Jelena won. But throughout the match I couldn't help but notice Jelena's erect tits! A Quick One While He's Away Paul checked his watch, pushed his hands back into his jacket pockets, and rushed forward against the wind along the dark city sidewalk. Shit, he thought, I’m probably gonna be late. Maybe not. Shit, I think the store’s closed tomorrow too. The lights were still on in the store when he saw it, and the ‘Kazawa’s Electronics Surplus’ sign still glowed. It was a small cluttered store, set into the first floor of one of the two-storey buildings that line the street. Paul pulled at the door, and it wouldn’t open. He looked up and a ‘Closed’ sign stared him in the face. “FUCK!” Paul stood there on the cold, windy sidewalk and wondered what to next. He tried the door a few more times, and only succeeded in making a clatter. In his mid-twenties and in good shape, it wasn’t the walk he minded so much as the time wasted. He brushed a stray strand of brown hair from his eyes. Then something moved inside. Soon he saw the smiling face of Mr. Kazawa, bald-headed and beer-bellied, who unlocked the door and let Paul inside, then locked the door again behind him. “Gee, thanks Mr. Kazawa, I guess I was running a little late and...” “No trouble, no trouble Paul,” Mr. Kazawa said in his thick Japanese accent. “I have your order right here. Follow me to the back, huh? I have it for you.” Paul began to walk along behind him through the cluttered store when he saw another person looking at them in curiosity. Mr. Kazawa usually tended the store alone, and when he did have an assistant, it was usually a pimply-faced teenager. Paul had to blink twice to make sure it wasn’t his imagination or a cardboard cut-out display. “Oh yes, of course! Paul, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Midori” Midori was almost as tall as her father, but that was still only up to Paul’s chest. She had doe-like eyes and a red gloss decorated her lips. Her straight black hair fell past her shoulders and her body was slim and sleek, her chest making a tiny bulge in her white T-shirt, while her hips had a little more definition under a pleated black skirt that stopped above her knees. She wore canvas sneakers on her feet. “She come over from Japan where she live with her mother,” Mr. Kazawa continued. “Two days ago. She going to be going to university here in the new semester.” “Very nice to meet you,” Paul said, and extended his hand. “He-hello-o,” Midori said very awkwardly, and when she gave her hand to Paul it disappeared in his. Her handshake was so passive and timid Paul wondered if she maybe didn’t expect him to take up her hand and kiss it instead. “Hey,” Mr. Kazawa said, “Paul, he work at the university! Maybe he can help you if you have problems!” Midori didn’t seem to understand what he said, and so he repeated it in Japanese. “Ah-ah!” Midori nodded and smiled. “She need some help with the English, you know? She from a small town. Shitty town. That’s why I leave.” Paul hoped Midori couldn’t understand the crass comments from her father. Paul knew that Mr. Kazawa had been here for almost twenty years now, so he guessed he left Japan pretty soon after Midori was born, if not before that. As for working at the university, it was actually a 2-week contract a few months ago, but this was no time to either injure his own pride or get into specifics. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Y’know, if I can help...maybe.” Mr. Kazawa led Paul into the backroom and Midori followed behind them, sticking close to the side of Paul. The backroom was as disorganized as the front of the store, with boxes not only on the extensive shelves, but scattered all over the floor, many half-opened or ripped. Paul knew his imagination was drifting, but the faint scent of Midori brought the image of oriental flower blossoms to his mind. “Shit!” Mr. Kazawa cursed, looking in a bin. “I got two of the things you ordered here, but the third one, the refurbished voltmeter, yeah? Well it’s not here. The store got new shipment in at the distributor, but I had no chance to send anyone to pick it up today. I so sorry!” “Well, if you don’t have it, it’s quite alright...” Paul began to say. “You know what I do?” Mr. Kazawa asked. “I go there now. You a good customer, and you pre-pay for this order, so-” “You really don’t have to-” “Hey, it’s okay, I have to go there sometime anyway, huh? Plus, we closed tomorrow, and I know you a busy guy. Fifteen, twenty minutes tops! You and Midori can chat, yeah? Bye!” He said something in Japanese to Midori, an then left, locking the door. Locking them inside, Paul realized. Paul looked at Midori. They were still standing in the backroom section of the store, and she was looking at him with what he thought was half tourist-like curiosity, and half jet-lag daze. “So...” he ventured, “how do you like it here so far?” Midori scrunched up her eyebrows. He couldn’t help realizing how cute her confused look was. “Like?” He tried again, “You like?” Midori brought her hands up to Paul, one brushing against his chest, the other along his shoulder. “Ya,” she said, “Very big boys!” She’d obviously misunderstood, but something stirred inside Paul at her female attentions. He raised a hand and brushed his thumb along her cheek. “You’re very beautiful.” She didn’t back away. Something began to glisten in her eyes, and it tempted Paul. He brushed his thumb along her lips, and then pushed in. His thumb plunged into the wet warmth of her mouth, and she closed her eyes and sucked. Paul was suddenly aware of how warm it was, of the heat of her body, of the heat of his body, and the feelings she aroused. Midori’s eyes popped open at the sound of the zipper. She spit out his thumb and looked horrified. Paul had tossed off his jacket and lowered his pants around his knees, and now stroked his hard cock. Paul put his hand on top of her head, over her dark hair, and pressed her head down, along his chest, towards his throbbing cock. “Ai!” Midori’s head slipped to the side, and she took a couple of steps back. She said a few things in Japanese and then: “No-No!” Quick as lightning, one of Paul’s hands lunged for her head and grabbed a fistful of hair. His other hand left his cock and slapped her face, forehand-backhand-forehand. -slap!-SLAP!-slap!- He pulled her head down and the rest of her body came with it, landing on her knees on the concrete floor. Still holding a fist of her hair with one hand he pressed his cock against her lips with his other. “C’mon, take it! Take it fuckin’ slut!” She didn’t open her mouth, and raised her hands against his hips to try to push herself away. He rubbed his cock over her face, trailing pre-cum. He rubbed it over her eyes and against her nose and slapped it against her cheeks. “C’mon, say Aaaaaa!” He demonstrated opening up his own mouth, but she just shook her head and tried to push herself away with her small arms. He spit on her face and slapped it again: -Phhht!- -Smack!- “Say Aaaaa!” She refused him again. He suddenly moved, pulling her head back to bend her at the knees. He pulled up her T-shirt; the nipples on her small breasts were hard with excitement. He used his free hand to slap her breasts, getting them red: -smack!-smack!-smack!-smack!- “Aaaaaaaiiiieeee!” Midori opened her mouth at last, with a scream. Paul used the opportunity to plunge his cock between her lips. He pulled her head against his crotch by her hair, feeling her gag and the spittle rise. She beat against the sides of his hips with her fists. He thrust his cock deep into her throat to distract her, and then grabbed both her arms and pinned them behind her back. In seconds they were in the position Paul wanted: the little Japanese girl keeling down in front of him; him bent over her with one of his hands holding both of hers against her back, and the other with a fistful of hair; and his cock in her mouth. “You’ve got a fuckin’ hot tight mouth! Ungh!” He began pumping deep into her mouth and throat, feeling her struggles beneath him, feeling the saliva and bile rise up around his cock and sometimes splash against his balls. Forcing his cock against her tongue, down into her twitching throat as she gagged and gurgled. In-out, in-out, faster and faster. Suddenly he pulled off and threw her back. Paul breathed heavily, his pants still around his ankles. Midori tried to catch her breath with her ass on the floor, her lips wet and drool running down her chin and neck to soak the T-shirt that was still scrunched around her chest. “Paul-” she huffed; the rest was in Japanese, though he heard his name a few more times. “Fuck you,” he growled, and picked her up by the throat, tossing her onto a large cardboard box. He guessed something was in there because she didn’t fall in. He forcefully spread her legs, threw up her skirt, and yanked off her plain white cotton panties. “Paul! No!” she cried. He had a short glimpse of the sparse dark hair around her pussy before she clenched her legs shut.. “I said fuck you, and I’m going to fuck you. You understand that?” He forced her legs apart and thrust his hips between them. He guided his cock against her pussy and pressed inward. “Aiiieee!” Her scream was short before he shoved her panties in her mouth and forced her mouth closed with a hand, keeping it there. She rained punches on his chest as his cock pressed deeper. “Fuck you’re tight, I can barely get half my cock in!” He began moving in-and-out, trying to push in a little further each time into her hot hole. “Fuck, it’s like your sweet pussy’s milkin’ my fuckin’ cock! So god-damned tight!” Paul, still with one hand over her mouth, brought his head down and bit and sucked at her small breasts, her chest almost flat now as she struggled and strained to get away from him. Midori’s small fists beat against his shoulders, against his back, even against his head. He worked his cock in deeper and quicker. He felt her stop struggling, and then it was just the two bodies huffing and grunting. Her hands wrapped around his body again, but now there was no violence, just contact. He felt like her hips were beginning to try to work with his fucking. The edge of the box began to rub painfully against one of his legs, so he stood up, pulling up Midori with him, still impaled on his cock. He pulled his hand from her mouth, but she didn’t spit out her panties. Paul stood there in the back room of the electronics store, hands under Midori’s ass supporting her as she hung impaled on his cock, her legs around his ass and thighs, her arms around his neck. Paul felt her twitch a little. Then a little more. She began to rub against him, to move her body up and down his cock, to thrust her clit against his pelvic bone. “MMMmmmmph!” her orgasm was muffled by the panties in her mouth. As she came down her face was still flushed red. He pulled the panties out of her mouth and she gasped deeply. “You swallow me?” he asked. He made a motion with his finger, beginning at her mouth and ending at her stomach, where he gave a little rub. “Yeah, sir. Paul.” She nodded. Midori pulled off and got on her knees in front of him. Paul pushed his pussy-soaked cock into her mouth. “Aaaaargh, take it!” With a few sucks he came, and Midori lookup up at him wide-eyed, her tongue and throat working hard to swallow down the hot gooey cum as it burst into her mouth. When he finished and began to soften, she pulled her lips off his cock with a smacking suction sound. “Fuck!” she sighed, and then continued on a roll of Japanese exclamations. Midori wiped up her face with her skirt, and Paul moved another box on top of the one where they had left a wet spot. He saw wet spots on the floor from her drool and who knew what else, and used her panties to wipe them up. Midori stood and let Paul slip her panties, now dirty and wet, up her legs. As he was pulling them up he paused. Her asshole looked at him between her asscheeks, bright pink and glistening from pussy juice and sweat. He stared at it until he heard the door open. “Gotta save that for next time, I guess,” he muttered, and slipped the soiled and stained panties over Midori’s asscheeks, where they damply clung and pressed in against her asscrack. -THE END- Thanks for reading my story. Please remember to vote, and if you have anything to say you can either leave a comment below or send me personal feedback. I always love to hear what readers think of my stories.