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Fireman

By: Mystral



Shutting the door behind him, I couldn’t believe what I’d just done. Normally, I’m not at all forward with men, I much prefer to let men do the chasing, thank you. But this fireman! He was so handsome, so primal. I could still taste myself on my lips from licking my juices off his rugged face. My pussy ached, wanting more, even as I felt the rush of satisfaction that comes from an exquisite, slow licking. My knees grew weak at the memory of the look on his face as he gazed at me, his tongue gliding between my lips.

I blushed furiously at the thought of how I invited him in. Oh, please!, I thought with a wry grin, how obvious could I have been, asking him to check out the smoke in my apartment from a ground-floor burned popcorn bag! Well, no matter, I said to myself, he certainly seemed to enjoy it….As I remembered the way his mouth felt on my pussy, the way his tongue played with expertise on my clit, playing it like a mandolin, I found myself pinching my nipples distractedly, eyes half-closed, replaying the way his body, in all that gear, could still glide towards me with such ease. My hands wandered, straying down to my belly, rubbing my hipbones, then to where my pubic hair would be if I had any. 

The night air carried a welcome breeze that chased the stifling heat, and with came a returned rush of desire for my fireman. I moved my hands lower, cupping my pussy, feeling the lips swell and throb. Leaning still against the wall by the front door, I parted my pussy lips, feeling how wet I was, still, from his tongue and my own libidinousness. I want him, I thought hungrily, and I want all of him. I wondered, as I rubbed my clit again, what he would be like, what he looked like without all that gear, what his lovemaking would be like. 

I wanted it hard, fast, furious, I realized, wanted to feel him hard and pounding inside me, no pretense, no words beyond the guttural groans that accompany truly good fucking. As if on cue, the phone rang, making me jump. I was edgy and needed a good release, I knew. Picking up the receiver, I knew it would be him, knew he needed to be with me as much as I needed to be with him. His voice was a husky purr in my ear, making me shiver, knowing what we both wanted. All he said was that he’d be leaving in an hour, and my reply was just as to the point, telling him I’d pick him up at the station. 

I went to the bedroom in a fog of anticipation, running my fingers through thick hair that takes too long to dry. With a wicked grin, I pulled one piece of lingerie after another out of the drawer, hmmm, what color, what type, I wondered, tossing each expensive piece on the bed. Ahhh, I chuckled, letting my robe slide to the floor, and began to get ready.

I put on a calf-length light jacket, tying it at the waist before I left, locking the door and wondering what I’d be thinking about when I put the key in later to let myself in. My heels clicking down the flights of stairs, I again ruffled my damp hair, pushing it out of my eyes impatiently. Starting my car, I slipped in a CD and headed for the station house. A few minutes later, it loomed ahead, a tall, brick building, bay doors open to let the breeze in. I pulled up silently before the smaller main doors, windows down, CD playing, and got out of the car, shutting the door softly, and sat on the hood, feeling deliciously sensuous.

I hadn’t long to wait. Just as Zeppelin’s “Living Loving Maid” came on, the door opened and he stepped out and under the light, allowing me to see his powerful build for the first time; I smiled, watching him pad towards me with a grin that matched my own, slightly sheepish and entirely horny. No words were spoken, none needed, nor used. Eyes smouldering said it all. 

Getting into my car, we sped into the night. As I maneuvered the stick-shift, he turned up the CD, slipping his hand on my thigh, whispering silk stockings between my skin and his. I could hear his audible inhale of my perfume; glancing sideways, seeing a small smile as he breathed it in, eyes closed. His hand, hot and strong, slid up, over my jacket, pushing my wayward hair from my face, fingertips lingering on my neck. Leaning over, he brushed my shoulder with his lips, the smell of soap and creasing leather filling my senses, and I again shivered with an ache more powerful than I’d ever experienced. Was this real?, I wondered.

I drove towards the countryside, towards the small and deserted rural roads that led into the forest. His hand grazed my breasts, teased my nipples through the light fabric, me playfully swatting his hands away, trying to concentrate on my driving, as fast as I was driving, not that I could ever get enough speed when I drove. 

Turning off the freeway, I headed for a rough, narrow road with no lights, no cars, and just a lone house in the distance. The trees were so dense they met above in a perfect, natural arch. It was incredibly dark, even though the moon was full. Turning off the engine, the music still playing, straining in the dark like the arch of a lover’s back, I quickly slid out of the car. Following me, we met in the middle, at the hood of the car. His eyes were questioning, ‘you’re sure?’ they seemed to say, even as they darkened even more with desire, pupils so dilated I couldn't tell what color they were. In reply, I untied the belt of my jacket and let it slip to the ground around my ankles. You looked astonished, catching your breath, and I chuckled. My heels led up to legs encased in thigh-high silk stockings, a black corset and the barest of panties barely covering anything at all. Pulling me to him roughly, we finally kissed again, first tentatively, and then hard, demanding, rough, matching our breathing.

My fingers trembled as I pulled his t-shirt off, revealing muscles accustomed to hard work and long training. I sighed hard as he pushed my hair away from my neck and kissed it as I slid my arms around his waist, running my hands up his back, then sliding in front to lace my fingers together at the nape of his neck. His arms went around me, pulling me closer, so my breasts were crushed against him. I knew suddenly what it was to come close to swooning. I could feel how hard his cock was, how big, and I shivered, wanting him inside me with a rush that took control.

Sensing and matched my urgency, running his hands down my body, I felt him slip two fingers hard into my pussy, thrusting deep and fast. My legs were giving out, and I groaned into his mouth as we kissed. My fingers unzipped his jeans, pushing them impatiently down, sliding my thumbs into his boxers, teasing as my thumbs moved to the front of his head, rubing it quickly before sliding his boxers down, too. Groaning, he slid my panties to one side more, aching to drive his shaft between my lips, but I had other plans. 

Twisting around, I pulled him with me, slowly pushing him backwards to lay him back on the hood of the car. Sliding my body down between his thighs, kissing his belly, stroking his hips, I began to lick the inside of his thighs, kissing and lapping my way up his legs, first one and then the other, his hands buried in my long hair, moving it aside to watch me, our eyes locked on each other. Reaching his balls, I cupped them in one hand and licked, sucking first one and then the other, then rolling them together, lifting them up towards the base of his cock. Making the tip of my tongue hard and pointed, I licked in small circles around the bundle of nerves beneath his balls, loving the sound of his loud groan, the feel of your thighs trembling. Pressing in more as I licked, my free hand grasped the shaft of his cock to finally and firmly stroke him. 

Moving up, I began to suck the head of his cock into my mouth, still stroking slowly with my hand. Sucking lower, an inch at a time, then sliding my mouth almost all the way out before sliding down a little more. My fireman's breathing becoming raspy and heat-tinged, and I could tell I needed to suck him harder, now. With one smooth movement, I sucked his hardness all the way to the base around my fingers, then sucked hard as I moved my back up, my hand following my mouth. Faster and faster I began to move, knowing I was bringing you just to the edge of cumming before stopping.

With a roughness that only make me want more, he pulled me up to kiss me, turning me now so it was I who lay on the hood of the car. Pulling my legs over your shoulders, his body bathed in dim moonlight, with one hard thrust, he sank his shaft deep inside me, both of us crying out at the rush of feeling, the pure and unadulterated feeling that can be matched by nothing else except a hard cock filling a tight, hot pussy. Over and over he thrust into me, pounding rhythmically, hard, and roughly, my hands at his hips, losing my senses and feeling nothing but him filling me up and stroking inside me. My hips arched and I gasped at each downward push, our skin beginning to take on a lovers’ sheen of perspiration. Oh, I could feel it, I was going to cum, his cock stroking my g-spot with each movement. 

I could see a red mist behind my closed eyes as my orgasm grew in intensity, rushing through me like a wave crashing to shore, my groans becoming louder and more frenzied. As I gushed and soaked your cock, I almost screamed with pleasure, arching my back and throwing my head back as it sped from my pussy throughout my body. 

He didn’t miss a beat, knowing that I’d cum again if he kept thrusting, his own pleasure mirrored on his face, holding on to my thighs. Over and over again, watching intently as I came until I was ready to faint. Then, knowing it was time, I reached down to slide the tip of my finger into my pussy, stroking the base inside my pussy with each thrust. Groaning, his face straining with the intensity of his own orgasm building, I arched my hips to give him more depth and felt him cum, loudly, exploding inside me, pushing deep inside me, cock pulsing, releasing, draining. I clenched my pussy muscles tightened around him, milking, holding him tight, pulling. Over and over he groaned, slamming into me. My own orgasm again flooded me, and we filled the night air with our sounds of release.

Spent, exhausted, and satisfied, he slumped on top of me and we held each other, catching our breath, hearts beginning to beat more normally, chuckling with a sudden fondness that comes with such familiarity. Then, getting dressed again, we kissed again and got into the car, again speeding into the night.

Fireman



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Having finished her stretches, Vanessa grabbed her hair-tie and pulled her long black hair back into a ponytail, and put on her sunglasses. Looking into the mirror, she was happy with the effects of all the running she had been doing lately. Her slim but defined calves drew a nice line from her heels to the bottoms of her pink shorts. They were running shorts so they showed off much of her smooth tan thighs. Her eyes trailed up the full length mirror and now examined her exposed abdomen. She liked what she saw, as just a hint of definition was beginning to peek out from her belly. It wasn't a full six pack, but that was just how she liked it, not too hard, and not too soft. She ran her hands over the skin of her belly and could feel the slight ridges as they were developing. She reminded herself to cut back on her crunches so as keep the feminine look she was going for. 

Right above, she looked at her 36C breasts smushed against her chest by the blue and silver sports bra. She had always been happy with the size of her breasts, but she liked them even more as the running had caused them to sag slightly less, making them seem suspended by some invisible bra. From there, she could see her new favorite part of her body, her arms. The skin hugged tightly against her shoulders, biceps, and triceps. Again, they were the perfect size for her, not too big as to make her shoulders seems broader, but clearly defined. Since she started running she had bought numerous tank tops to show off what her girlfriends liked to call "her new guns". 

She crossed her arms and rubbed her triceps, warming them up, and enjoying the feel of the skin and musculature. It was smooth and soft, but had a little definition to it. Vanessa had always had a nice body, but running had pushed her body over the top where she now had the kind of body that turned heads. Even her face showed it as the extra weight loss had pulled her face skin taut and highlighted her high cheekbones and her fantastic smile. Giving herself another once over in the mirror, she winked at herself with a self satisfied smile.

As she put in the earbuds to her Ipod, she smiled as she thought about how addictive her new running habit had become. Before she moved to the neighborhood, Vanessa worked out at a gym, doing the elliptical machines or the stairmaster. She rarely ventured onto the treadmill as the thought of any kind of running always reminded when she had thrown up in front of the whole high school PE class after having run two miles. But here she was 16 years later, running a three miles four times a week. As she began her trot onto the sidewalk, she laughed to herself as she remembered how her running addiction began.

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About a year ago, Vanessa moved into the new development on the outskirts of town. All of the houses were brand new and after her promotion at work, she decided that she had had enough of the city and was able to put a down payment on what she hoped would be the house she would retire in. At 33, she was proud that she had been able to buy a house without the assistance of a husband, but she hoped that she would someday be able to share all this space with someone. But for right now, she was happy the way things were and she was especially happy to have so much more room than her cramped apartment.

Most of the people who lived in the development were older, usually married and with children. The neighborhood was quiet, had a great views of the mountains, and she wouldn't have to worry about any noisy neighbors. It was pretty much everything she wanted in a home. The only problem was that it was fairly remote from the civilized world. For work it wasn't a problem since she had worked out a telecommuting schedule with her company and would only need to come in three days of the week. Even still, the newness of the development meant that many of the businesses that she was used to having within walking distance were now a twenty five minute drive, including the gym that she belonged to. This was normally not a problem as she would normally go to the gym on days that she did drive into the office plus once more on the weekend to get her 4 workouts a week in. 

But one evening, after a particularly trying day at the office, she decided to skip the gym and just headed home. However, when she got home, she began to feel guilty about not working out. She was trying to lose a little weight at the time and she had promised herself to be strict about keeping up with her workout regime. But the thought of having to drive through the traffic again made her wince. 

For a few minutes she debated in her head if there was any way she could justify not working out that night. She was just about to let the "Fuck it, I'm going to have a beer and a frozen pizza tonight" side win out over the "Get in the car and drive back to the gym", when she looked up at her television to see news coverage of the upcoming San Diego Marathon. The reporter was interviewing a 64 year old lady who had run 23 marathons in her lifetime and was getting ready to run her 24th. Even though she had the television on mute, she could hear the old lady chiding her, "Come on Vanessa, I'm 64 years old and I work out every day." 

The guilt overwhelmed her and she changed into her workout clothes and was looking for her car keys when an idea hit her. Why didn't she just go for a jog? The developer had the foresight to build running trails in the neighborhood with mile markers and everything. She thought briefly of her embarrassing episode in high school, but then she looked at the clock. It was already 6:30. By the time she she drove out to the city, worked out, came home and showered it would probably already be 9PM. She couldn't stand the thought of losing any more of her precious free time. She looked at the TV screen again and felt the words coming from the elderly lady, "Twenty minutes." It was settled, she would see if she could last for twenty minutes and that would be good enough for tonight.

The trail was very nice. It wound along the perimeter of the neighborhood, past the elementary school, through the park that contained the manmade lake and then back around to her house. On the other side of the lake there were some empty lots where some construction was still going on. She figured some commercial properties were being built to support the neighborhood. Hopefully there'd be a gym. 

But on this night Vanessa would not see those lots. She was surprised to find that ten minutes in, she had only made it as far as the elementary school and she was completely winded. Even though the developers had done their homework and made the trail out of cinders which were easy on the knees and angles, her shins burned with pain. Her chest heaved as she gasped for air. She was completely distraught to look up and see that a mile marker that read "0.5 miles". Half a stinking mile is all she had been able to run and she was ready to drop dead. She turned around and began to slow up preparing herself to walk home. But she heard the old woman's voice again, "If you walk, you may as well have just eaten that pizza." "Fuck that lady," Vanessa thought to herself. She sucked in one more giant breath and began jogging home. It took her fifteen minutes to reach her house, but when she got there, she saw that it was only 7:15 and she still had plenty of time to make dinner and watch some television before going to bed. Her shins hurt a little bit and she was out of breath, but after a quick shower, she felt fine.

A month passed before Vanessa would hit the running trail again. It was the same situation: long day at work, fighting traffic to get home, but then still wanting to get a work out in. Since her first pleasant experience, Vanessa had been using the treadmills at the gym more often and was actually eager to see if she could at least get to the school without being completely gassed. She was pleasantly surprised when she reached the school in 9 minutes, and she decided to keep going. She found that she was much more relaxed and the pain in her shins was considerably less than the last time. 

She was extremely surprised to see that she had made it to the two mile mark in twenty minutes before being she felt fatigued. She stopped to rest and looked up. She had been so fixated on breathing and running that she didn't realize that she had made it all the way across the lake to the new development. She looked around hoping to see a gym, but instead she only saw a Starbucks, a gas station, and a Rite Aid. It was then that it hit her that she had two miles to cover before she would get home. Satisfied that she had gotten in a good run, she decided that she would just walk back. 

As she approached the part of the path near the lake, she also noticed that a new firehouse had gone up since she last drove by. She walked by and she could see a few fireman washing the fire engine in front of the garage. In another part of the parking lot, there was a pickup basketball game going on between six well built men. "Yummy!" she thought to herself. She did not want to be seen loafing by any possible single firefighters, so she picked up her pace and jogged past the fire house. The men seemed to ignore her and the sweat in her eyes made it hard to make out anyone in particular, so she just kept running. A little disappointed that none of the firemen had noticed her, she took one last look back after she passed the building. She noticed a couple of men who had been playing basketball looking at her as she walked by. She smiled to herself and her vanity provided her with a burst of energy that got her home in 20 minutes.

As she lay in bed that night, her mind went over her day. The drive to work and how she almost got in an accident, her meeting with her supervisor to go over the new account that she would be working on, her long commute home and her nice jog. She mused on the fact that even though her body was tired, she felt different than did when she worked out at the gym. She liked that she had overcome her aversion to running and thought that maybe it would be fun to run a 5K even. Hell, she had run about four miles today and she didn't feel like her legs were going to fall off. Then she thought about the firehouse...all those men. 

She remembered the men washing the firetruck in their baggy pants and their tight blue t-shirts. She remembered the athletic bodies on the basketball court and how two of them stopped to check her out. The soreness in her body was now turning into something else as she felt a familiar tingle in her stomach. She let her naughty mind take over and she pictured several men in her house, decked out in full firefighter gear, with the big overcoats, boots, and the helmets. Her hands moved down her body towards her panties. She pictured herself servicing them, one after the other. Pulling open their jackets and pushing down their pants and taking their bulging cocks in her mouth, bringing each of them to orgasm with her lips and her tongue in succession. Her fingers pushed her panties aside and she found that she had moistened considerably. She then pictured them taking turns on her...touching, licking, and penetrating her one after the other. Her fingers slipped inside her hot wet pussy and she began to slide them in and out of herself. The thought of these burly fully uniformed men having their way with her really turned her on and she quickly removed her panties and used both of her hands on herself, one fingering her now dripping wet pussy and the other rubbing her clit, bringing herself to a wonderful orgasm. As she drifted off to sleep, she had a smile on her face, amused at how kinky a fantasy she had let herself have.

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Saturday came and the plan had been to drive into town in the early evening and workout and shower at the gym and then join her friends for an evening out. This was her usual routine and the only way she could get that fourth workout in. But when Vanessa woke that morning, she realized that she had done a pretty good job of cleaning the house and that she didn't have any errands to run that day. She thought about how she could possibly make use of her free time before she left for the gym. 

Perhaps she could work on the spreadsheets for work. "Pfft...yeah right," she thought. Maybe she could lay out and catch some rays to darken her already olive skin. Maybe she could drive over to the rite aid and pick up some new makeup for tonight. The thought of the drug store triggered the memory of the fire station and her jog earlier in the week. Her morning activities planned themselves from there. She'd lace up her sneakers and jog to rite aid and grab what she needed and then jog home. If she was lucky, she'd be able to get another peek at the man candy at the firehouse.

She was disappointed to find that on her way to Rite Aid that the firehouse was quiet. She could see into the garage, where the fire engine was parked, but there was nary a soul to be seen. She shrugged to herself as she jogged past, and hoped that maybe she'd get lucky on her next run. Vanessa wouldn't have to wait that long as on her way back, just twenty minutes later, the firehouse was abuzz with activity. All of the firefighters were out in the parking lot, lined up in their navy shorts and their blue t shirts emblazoned with a "SDFD" logo on their chest. 

They appeared to be running some kind of drill as one of the fireman was yelling instructions at the rest of them. He barked out "break" and the fireman dispersed like ants and began all manner of different activities. A few fireman ran across the parking lot to a small building and began unstacking metal drums and then carrying them over to the main firehouse. Another group of men, ran into the main firehouse. Yet another group of men began doing pushups. The firemen who had been giving orders, watched intently taking notes on a clipboard. 

By then a group of kids had gathered to watch the drill. So Vanessa stood close to them as not to appear too creepy. Vanessa was actually more fascinated by the flurry of activity at this point. Each man, moving gracefully yet quickly, doing whatever it is that firemen do during these things. Her eyes darted back and forth across the yard gazing intently at the looks of concentration on each man's face. Even though this seemed to be a drill everyone seemed to be taking it seriously. Some of the men had reassembled in a line in front of the order giver. Quickly another group of men joined the line, until they were all reassembled. The order giver looked the line up and down for a minute. He then jerked his head around, and screamed, "Nelson! Where the hell are you?" The eyes of the kids moved along with Vanessa to where the order giver was looking. And there he was.

A young man in his early twenties was busy trying to coil a hose around his shoulder. The hose seemed massive, but the man's arms moved quickly. Vanessa was startled to see that the man was looking directly at her. His brown eyes locked on to her gaze and Vanessa felt a chill go up and down her spine. He kept rolling the hose but never gave up his stare. His rugged face had the same look of determination as the other men had but was fixated on her. The other men were generally handsome but varied in age. This one was by far the youngest, and easily the best looking, with a square jaw line and deep set eyes. Vanessa had to look away as she felt a little dizzy. Her momentary disorientation was jolted as the order giver yelled "Nelson, get that hose squared away and get your ass back in line!" Vanessa looked back up to see the man finish rolling up the hose and run in a dead sprint to the other side of the yard, drop the hose into a crate and then run back into line.

"Come on rookie! You're making us slow!" the order giver barked. Nelson shrugged off the hose and ran as fast as he could back into the lineup. The order giver than walked over in front of him and began unleashing a barrage of obscenities. He was screaming so loud that his neck veins began to bulge and his face turned red. His voice had become so belligerent that his words became unintelligible save for a few choice curse words. All the kids giggled as he dressed down Nelson. 

After he was done, Nelson yelled, "Yes Sir!" 

The order giver yelled right back at him "Yes Sir What?!?!" 

Nelson, a little unnerved by this encounter, looked around to his fellow fireman, only to find stone faces. He looked back straight ahead and meekly said, "Yes sir...Captain Reeves?"

The captain's face broke and he smiled, and then broke out in laughter, as did the rest of the men. He reached up and rubbed Nelson's crew cut and said, "Rookie, we'll make a fireman out of you yet!" 

The tension broke and all of the men began mocking Nelson with baby voices..."Yes sir Captain Reeves, can I have a cookie now," said one man cracking everyone up. Even Vanessa found herself laughing at the rookie hazing.

The laughter was broken the shrill sound of the alarm ringing. The men immediately broke into a sprint towards the firehouse. The alarm had startled Vanessa and it took her a few seconds to realize that it was the fire alarm and that the men were preparing to go out on an emergency call. Within sixty seconds, the fire engine had fired up and began pulling out of the garage. She looked on as the men in full fireman regalia jumped onto the engine. She was mesmerized by the precision and the efficiency with which the men had gone from having a good time with friends to transforming themselves into heroic fire fighters. It was such a rush to see all these men's bodies moving so quickly, purposely and forcefully, and it filled her with adrenaline. She watched as the remaining fire fighters jumped on board, with Nelson the last to get on. As the engine pulled away, his gaze caught Vanessa once again. The kids scurried out of the way as the engine approached the gate, which Chief Reeves was pulling open. But Vanessa was unable to move. Her body held still by the intense look in Nelson's eyes.

She was startled once again by the horn of the fire engine. She looked up to see the driver waving her off frantically with a grimaced face. She quickly ran off to the side, and when she got out of the way, she looked back at the fire engine, her eyes immediately locking on to Nelson. His eyes were still fixed on her and they stared at each other with singular intensity. As the fire engine pulled out, his eyes never left hers, turning his head as the engine turned onto the main road. Vanessa could feel her heart pounding as she could feel his eyes undressing her, reading her mind as to what she desired. She kept her eyes fixed on him until the fire engine vanished in the distance. She heard the metal clang of the gate close and she looked up and saw Captain Reeves securing the latch.

Vanessa shook her head. She could feel her whole body become flush with warmth. Her head began to swoon, as she let the mix of endorphins that she had built up from running mix with the adrenaline of watching emergency workers go into action. She turned around and began running. Not a slow jog like she had been doing before, but a quick paced run fueled by her need to get home. As she ran home, she could feel her pussy moisten. She felt no pain in her knees or her shins. Instead, with each stride, she could only feel her running shorts rubbing up against the skin of where her legs met her body and her panties digging into her pussy. Sweat was already flowing from the rest of her body and her pussy was on fire. She ran the rest of the mile and a half in 15 minutes.

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, Vanessa ripped off her running shorts and her sports bra, not even bothering to take off her running shoes. She did not make it past the foyer of her house and she crumpled onto her hands and knees on the carpet of her living room. Her hands went immediately between her legs and the fingers slid in easily. She rested her weight on her knees and shoulders, her cheek on the carpet as she plunged her fingers furiously in and out of her slick hole. Normally when she masturbated, she was quiet, but something took over her bodily functions. She began moaning and whimpering as she approached her orgasm. Her face contorted as she used her other hand to rub her clit. 




Fireman



She pictured Nelson behind her ramming his cock into her. Before when she had fantasized all of the firefighters had been faceless, but now, in her mind she was with crystal clarity, the face of the object of her desire. Again, she pictured him in his full firefighter uniform: open coat, trousers pulled down, mercilessly plowing into her pussy. She abandoned any decorum and even raised her hand and spanked herself picturing it was his large hands against her smooth bottom. She was still breathing hard from her run as her pussy began to fill up with more juice..."ughhhhhh....oh my god.....YES......" She turned her face into the carpet as the orgasm hit her. She screamed into the carpet at the top of her lungs..."Nellllllllllllllllsoooooooooon!!!!!!" 

She couldn't believe she was being so wanton. Vanessa liked sex, but she always saw herself as a little more on the demure side. But her passion had completely overtaken her and the idea of her letting herself go only turned her on more. This thought however, was quickly interrupted as another orgasmic contraction wracked through her body. Her body jerked as each successive contraction seized her body. She was coming so hard, it almost hurt. Finally after the last contraction forced her fingers out of her pussy, she rolled over and collapsed, her body spent from the vigorous run and even more vigorous orgasm. She immediately closed her eyes and fell asleep. She woke up ten minutes later and pulled herself up. She looked down to see that her sweat had darkened her new carpet. She smiled as she saw an even darker spot where her pussy had been. After she showered, she spent the rest of the afternoon getting a steam cleaner and washing her carpet.

That night, she met her friends in the Gaslight district. She had planned to spend the night at her girlfriend's house but she met a handsome man and went home with him. As he had her legs splayed open on his bed, Vanessa shut her eyes. She replaced the man who was fucking her with Nelson, the rookie, and came for the second time that day.

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After that weekend, her workout routine began to change. Vanessa found herself going to the gym less and less and running more and more. she had gotten to the point where she could run the four miles in just under 36 minutes. She took the same route each time, past the school, around the lake and past the fire station. She told herself that she just wanted to use the nice trail, but even she knew that she was hoping to catch another glimpse of Nelson, the rookie firefighter. 

Most of the time, she didn't see him when she ran past. But every so often, he would be outside, playing basketball with the other firefighters, cleaning up the driveway, or some other mundane activity. And every time she did see him, he would slow down whatever it was he was doing and they would lock onto each other's eyes, her neck straining to maintain the gaze as she ran by until she couldn't turn it any more. And each time she did see him, she would run home, strip naked and rub her pussy to a magnificent climax. After another two months, she found that she hardly ever went to the gym and she canceled her membership.

She always felt a little silly after she masturbated after running. Here she was a woman of 33 years of age and she had a full blown sexual obsession with a stranger. She knew that probably nothing would come of it. But she knew that it was just a healthy fantasy and she enjoyed using that scenario to pleasure herself. She even had a relationship with a man in the next month, but whenever they would have sex, she would close her eyes right before her orgasm, and in her mind she would see a fully uniformed firefighter with Nelson's face.

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Vanessa looked at the clock in her car and saw that it read 8:00PM. She had to stay at work to finish up a particularly important presentation for a client. It had been an exhausting day as the demands of the client seemed to change at least three times a day. Today, the client had paid an unexpected visit to the office and she had spent the day trying to appease them. It was a stressful day, but she was glad that it was over. However, she was disappointed because it had gotten dark and she didn't think that she would be able to get her run in. As she pulled her bag out of her trunk she looked over at the running trail and noticed for the first time that it that the path was lighted. She had always run when it was light out and she had never noticed that electric lights lined the path. She smiled, went inside and changed and geared up for her run. It was just what she needed to relax after a hard day.

She felt a little more relaxed when her runner's high hit after about twenty minutes. She was running at a great clip and had already made it to the other side of the lake and was approaching the firehouse. She did her usual routine of searching out for signs of activity, but it was late and she didn't think that she'd be able to see the object of her fantasies. She thought to herself that it was just as well, as it was already late and she didn't know if she had the energy to play with herself when she got home. The firehouse seemed quiet as usual. She could see a few lights on through some windows, but for the most part, there were no signs of life. As she jogged past, she craned her neck one last time to see if anyone was around.

The next few minutes happened all so quickly. With her neck craned, she did not see the small branch that had found its way onto the path. She remembered hopping over it on the way out, but on the way in, her left foot landed on it. Her ankle rolled and she crumbled to the ground in a heap of pain. "Auuughhh FUCK!" she yelled in pain. The pain was intense and she rolled around on the path for a few seconds clutching her ankle. In addition to the pain, she was even more vexed by the fact that she would have to hobble her way home if she had hurt her ankle seriously. 

But then she remembered that she had the good fortune of falling near the firehouse, where she could call her neighbors for a ride home. As she turned her body to look towards the firehouse, she saw a figure peek his head outside one of the doors. "Are you OK?" he yelled at her. Using one arm to support her, she used to the other to wave the firefighter over. The rest of his body revealed itself as he walked through the door and towards her. Getting closer, she slowly was able to make more details out. He was wearing a blue shorts, and tight blue t-shirt that clung to his well defined chest. The T-shirt had a few sweat stains near his neck, which caused her to focus on his face. 

"Is that...It couldn't be...oh my God!" she thought to herself. It was Nelson! Her heart began to beat faster and she tried to calm her nerves. The combination of embarrassment and pain began to pump adrenaline into her system. Of all the nights when she finally meets him, it has to be like this. She tried to straighten out her sweaty hair and smooth her ratty t-shirt. "Oh why! Why didn't I just wear the sports bra tonight!" she bemoaned to herself. 

Her mini-pity party was interrupted by Nelson's deep voice. "Are you OK ma'am?"

"I think I twisted my ankle." she replied as she tried to push herself up. The pain shot through her ankle like a knife and her elbows buckled.

"Here, let me help you," Nelson said as he bent down and put her arm around his neck. He stood up quickly and powerfully and Vanessa's body was shot upright. Her body slick with sweat slipped a little, but his powerful arms caught her. 

He asked her, "Can you put any weight on it?"

Vanessa let her leg go slack and as soon as her foot hit the ground, she felt another sharp pain. "Aiighh...up, not really."

"I think you may have done more than twist your ankle ma'am. You're in luck though, all of us firefighters are trained EMTs too. Come on, let's get you to where I can take a look at your ankle." Nelson said.

"Thanks so much. I'm so sorry to bother you."

"No bother at all ma'am. I was just working out and I heard you. Besides, it's my job." Vanessa tried to use Nelson's body as a crutch, but found it difficult to coordinate her legs with Nelson's large stride. They were going very slowly, and she was just about to apologize again, when she felt Nelson's other arm reach down below her knees and scoop her up in his arms.

"I hope you don't mind ma'am. I just think we'll get to the firestation faster this way."

"No, it's ok, you're probably right. By the way, please quit calling me ma'am, my name is Vanessa." she replied as she swung her arms around his neck looking into his dark brown eyes.

"Nice to meet you Vanessa, I'm Robert Nelson."

They made some small talk as he carried her into the fire station and Vanessa found out that his name was not actually Nelson, but Robert. His last name was Nelson and that is what everyone at the firehouse called him. She also learned that Nelson was 24 and just graduated from the fire academy seven months ago. He was from San Diego too and had just started at the fire station six months ago. 

His blue t shirt was slightly damp with his own perspiration and Vanessa marveled at how good she felt in his arms. They held her firmly but not roughly, and she loved the feeling of being swept away by this handsome stranger. He brought her into a room filled with exercise machines and free weights and set her down on a weight bench. She put her arms behind her and to support her weight, causing her breast to jut out slightly. The air conditioned gym has caused her nipples to harden slightly and she could feel them begin to press up against her sports bra. She put her good ankle on the floor and extended the injured one extended in front of her on the bench, with the bottom of her calf hanging off the edge. A tingly feeling started to well up in her stomach. Deep inside she knew the whole scenario was really turning her on, but she dismissed it and blamed the air conditioning.

He kneeled down and began to untie her shoe. "OK, let's see how much damage you did." After removing her sweaty sock, they could both see that her ankle was slightly swollen. "You're in luck ma'am, it only looks like a slight sprain. Does it hurt when I do this?" He turned her ankle slightly, and she could feel her nerves in her ankle seize and deliver a sharp pain. reflexively, she jerked her leg and felt her calf muscle tense up. But his grip was too strong, and her calf strained against his arms. She could feel her calf muscle twitch as it tightened into a full blown cramp. 

"Aughhh....cramp!!" she cried out, as she leaned forward and grabbed her calf. She moved so quickly that she almost lost balance. Luckily, Nelson could see that she was about to fall off the bench, so he let go of her ankle and grabbed her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling off the bench.

Vanessa's head was spinning at this point. The pain in her calf and her ankle combined with the touch of the object of her sexual fantasies all combined to send a shiver down her spine. She loved how his hands reached all the way around her arms with that firm but delicate grip. Her daze was interrupted by Nelson's voice, "Sorry about that...are you ok?" 

She stammered in reply, "Sorry, my calf just cramped up." She steadied her body against his hands and began massaging her calf. "Here, I can help out with that," Nelson said as he let her go and grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her calf and began massaging her calf. his strong hands gripped and ungripped her muscle in rapid succession bringing the blood to the surface. She felt her whole leg get warmer, as the sensation shot straight up her leg and to her hamstring and thigh muscle. She could feel the cramp, slowly begin to fade from her calf, as the warming sensation traveled further up her leg to her pussy, which she could feel moistening. 

Nelson continued, "We deal with a lot of cramps during fires because of all of the heat, so they show us this trick. How's it feeling?"

"Better..." Vanessa's breathing began to slow down and became shallow. Her voice got a little deeper and labored as she continued, "You're very good at that." She could no longer ignore that she was getting very turned on. She tried to take a deep breath through her nose, and the scent hit her. At first she thought it was just the general musky scent of both of their perspiration, but there was something different now. She wasn't sure, but she could swear that she could smell her own arousal as well. A slight shift of weight confirmed that her pussy very slick. 

Again, her feelings fought with each other as she simultaneously felt embarrassment and excitement. Part of her screamed, "Oh my god! Vanessa, please stop! You're going to make a fool of yourself." Another part of her screamed, "This is working out exactly how you want it to!" She looked down and was greeted by the sight of this handsome muscular young man massaging her legs. 

His gaze was fixed on her leg and he had a strange expression on his face. And even though she was afraid that Nelson was getting uncomfortable with the situation, a quick peek at the bulge in his shorts told her otherwise. So she sat silent and let her body's desire take over. With every squeeze of her calf, another electric tingle seemed to shoot from his fingers straight to her pussy. She threw her head back and closed her eyes and let the feelings run over her. He had been massaging her leg for about another three minutes as they both remained silent, allowing the unspoken desire between them to grow. 

His hands moved up to her upper calf and brushed the back of her knee. This had long been one of Vanessa's secret erogenous zones, and instantly, she felt her stomach tense up and she sucked in air through her teeth making a clearly audible hissing noise. 

There was no mistaking the sound that both of them heard. This sound had nothing to do with her cramp, which had long dissipated or her ankle. This was a hiss of carnal desire and Vanessa knew it. The smell of sex was thick in the air by now and Vanessa took another deep breath, letting the scent take her body where she knew she wanted it to go. She moved her head back down to look at Nelson, who was still staring at her calf. The bulge in his shorts had grown considerably by this time and Vanessa's body knew that it would have to act to achieve satisfaction. As he continued to rub her leg, she let out a low moan. Again, there was no mistaking the kind of moan she was making, one of sexual arousal. 

Nelson slowly looked up and their eyes met and locked onto each other, like they had so many times before. Slowly his hands moved up past her knees and up her thigh. The massaging had become much more gentle by this time, and only added to Vanessa's enjoyment. His gaze had penetrated into her mind and he could see clearly what Vanessa wanted. He said softly, "Do you want me to keep going?" 

Vanessa softly replied, "Yes, keep going."

Nelson's hands began to move higher up Vanessa's leg. However, now as his hands moved up, so did his body and he slowly moved himself closer to Vanessa. He got up from off of his knees and kept moving his hands up while inching his face closer to Vanessa's, never breaking their gaze. His hands could feel the heat emanating from Vanessa's now dripping wet pussy as he reached the top of the thigh. Both were now breathing heavily as he continued the slow tortuous journey up his leg. 

Finally, his hands millimeters away from her sex and his face inches in front of hers, he took a deep breath, as he saw Vanessa's lips begin to part slightly. In one motion, he moved his hand into contact with her pussy rubbing her shorts through the fabric, and their faces met in a long slow kiss. A jolt of electricity shot through Vanessa's body and she began to rub her pussy all over his hand. His hand turned and cupped her crotch as he snaked his tongue between Vanessa's lips. Vanessa's tongue extended to meet his and she could taste the salt of his perspiration on his lips. 

She took her hand and grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand harder into her pussy, sending waves of pleasure all throughout her body. She could feel the hardness of his cock straining through his mesh shorts as it rubbed up against her arm. Her hand let go of his wrist and pawed at his crotch, rubbing the shaft through the cloth, all the while rubbing her pussy up and down against his palm. Her first orgasm ripped through her as she broke off the kiss and moaned into his neck. Her body came off the bench as her legs squeezed his wrist, determined to wring every last contraction she could from his hand. Her legs went limp as the last of the orgasm pulsed through her. Normally, after orgasm, she needed some time to recover, but this one was different. It only energized her more and stoked her desire for more carnal delights.

She put her hands on his hips and got him to stand up. Her face was now level with his cock which she could see twitching through his shorts. Without hesitation, Vanessa pulled his shorts and boxer briefs down to release his throbbing member. She took the sight in and smiled at the sight of a perfectly hard 7 inch cock, with a drop of precum on the tip of the head before her. 

The smell of sweat and sex now more pungent than ever. At that moment, Vanessa lost herself in her senses. She forgot about her ankle. She forgot about that the cock before her belonged to a man who she had spoken to for the first time. She forgot that she was in the workout room in a building full of sleeping firemen. The only thing she knew was that she had to have this cock in her mouth. Leading with the tongue, Vanessa licked up the droplet of precum from Nelson's cock. The salty taste only made her want more. She then opened her mouth and moved her mouth over his shaft. Her throat loosened immediately and she moved her hands to his buttocks and pushed him in as far as he could go. Again, her wantonness surprised her. She was never this aggressive and it usually took a few tries to deep throat any cock, let alone one that was this size. She looked up to find Nelson looking down at her with a look of pure ecstasy on his face. His hands moved to the side of her head and pulled her hair back so he could see her face clearly. The intent gaze only turned him on more.

Eventually, Vanessa needed some air and moved her head back. Nelson's cock dislodged with a pop and Vanessa inhaled deeply. The feeling of the air rushing over the head of his cock caused nelson to groan with pleasure. But he had little time to savor this. After taking in another deep breath, Vanessa thrust her head forward again, taking Nelson's hard cock all the way in the back of his throat and began to wiggle her tongue on the underside of his cock. After a few more seconds of deep throating, she dislodged again. 

This time, she began licking up and down the side of his shaft, which caused Nelson's knees to buckle. He looked down and the beautiful sight of this hot woman servicing him only made his cock throb harder. He grabbed her head and forced the cock back into her mouth. Vanessa loved this feeling of being used as an instrument of pleasure and let her neck muscles go limp, while she pursed her lip to get a good seal around his cock. He was rough and forceful with his movements, even causing her to gag few times. She swirled her tongue and the shaft pumped in and out of her mouth. She reached her hand up and began to play with his balls only intensifying his pleasure. 

Soon, he stopped moving her head and began to thrust his hips into her face. Vanessa relaxed as she let him do the work, while she moved her tongue about. Nelson alternated between quick powerful strokes and slow long strokes. This got Vanessa excited as she imagined if this is how he fucked. She dropped one hand down and slipped them inside her shorts to find the sticky gooey mess that was her pussy at this point and put her middle finger inside her while her thumb rubbed her pussy.




Fireman



The whole scene was surreal. It was almost as if she was having an out of body experience, watching this insatiable woman having her deepest desires fulfilled. Her pussy throbbed as she saw in her mind's eye what the scene looked like. She then realized that she was able to see the whole scene in the mirrored wall that can often be found in gyms. The sight only made her hornier as she kicked her fingers into high gear while getting face fucked. She knew that she was more than ready to have her pussy fucked. But looking in the mirror quickly, she realized that it didn't look quite right. She could hardly believe that she was nitpicking while sucking Nelson's cock, but she figured that if she had gone this far, that she may as well have her fantasy fully realized. 

She took his cock out of her mouth and got up, her hand still rubbing her pussy, and she said firmly, "Go get your uniform."

Bob laughed, not quite knowing what she was getting at. His throbbing penis didn't help either. "W-What?" he stammered. 

Vanessa replied confidently, "Your fireman's hat and your jacket....go get them and put them on." Vanessa smiled as she said this, loving the new sexually assertive version of herself. 

Something about the tone in her voice told Nelson that he should just do what she asks. After all, he was getting some very unexpected action, who has he to deny her this request. "Hang on a minute," he said as he quickly pulled his shorts back up. He walked to the door, looked around, saw that the coast was clear and left. As he walked out, Vanessa could see the head of his cock peeking out of his waistband. She smiled again, soaking in the craziness of the moment, and enjoying the pleasure that her fingers were bringing her.

In a few seconds, Nelson walked through the door, wearing his big read fireman's helmet and wearing his big grey and yellow fireman's jacket. The sight drove Vanessa wild, as she immediately, pushed off her running shorts and her panties and set her left knee on the weight bench and put her hands down on the front of the bench. She looked back at Nelson, whose eyes had gotten as big as baseballs, and arched her back, presenting her wet pussy to him. He swiftly walked over behind her, and pulled down the waistband of his shorts beneath his balls and positioned his cock at the steaming entrance of her pussy. Vanessa reached back and grabbed his rock hard dick and guided it inside of her awaiting pussy.

Like a hot knife through butter, Nelson's cock filled her up until she could feel his balls resting against her lips. She gasped at how good his cock felt in her pussy. Nelson paused and he savored the feeling of her tight pussy pulsing around his cock. He pulled his cock all the way out and then shoved it back into her again. Vanessa wasted no time and pushed right back against him, trying to get as much of his cock inside her as she could. 

For the next few minutes, Nelson took him time filling Vanessa up with long slow strokes. Vanessa clutched at the fake leather bench with every deliberate thrust. She felt his hands grab her hips and pull her in and then push her out, the contact adding heat to her skin which was already on fire. She turned her head and looked in the mirror and saw what she had pictured in her mind so many times before, this hot fireman in full gear fucking her from behind. Upon seeing her own face contorted in pleasure, she became flush with raw sexual desire. "Fuck me hard fireman Nelson!"

And fireman Nelson obliged her and began pistoning in and out of her with the force that only a fit 24 year old male could. When having sex, Vanessa would usually close her eyes and let her mind wander to the site of Nelson fucking her, but now that it was actually happening, she did not dare stop looking in the mirror. Her ass seemed to fit perfectly into his slightly bent torso. She could see small beads of sweat forming on his brow as he continued his assault on her pussy. Nelson was now pounding her pussy full throttle and Vanessa felt her orgasm begin to well up inside her stomach. Her pussy muscles clenched at his cock and with her eyes wide open, looking at the mirror, Vanessa came again, hard, throwing all of her weight back to grab as much cock in her pussy as she could. Her orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours as Nelson continued hammering away at her. She looked in the mirror again and decided that she wanted to be able to look at this extremely erotic vision with her own eyes.

She pushed up on the bench and stood up. She grabbed Nelson by the shoulders and sat him down on the bench. She then climbed on top of his lap and mounted his cock with her legs dangling from the bench. She began rocking her hips, sliding up and down his cock with ease as her pussy was beyond wet. She looked down as she began to establish her rhythm and saw Nelson looking back up at her in his fire uniform. 

She loved the sight before her and bent her head down to meet his lips with her own. They kissed, tongues thrashing wildly as she rode his cock faster and faster. She felt one arm slip underneath her ass and help support her thighs as she bounced up and down. The extra support allowed her to rock herself even faster than before. Vanessa felt Nelson's other hand at the bottom of her t shirt. His hand pushed up her shirt and her bra, exposing her fully erect nipples. Nelson immediately devoured her breast in his mouth and she reveled in the feeling of her nipples being abused by his tongue. 

The brim of his fire hat kept hitting Vanessa in the chin distracting her from her pleasure, so she grabbed the hat and put it on herself. Nelson looked up and saw her and giggled at the sight of this hot lady wearing his fireman's hat. Vanessa laughed too as she looked over in the mirror to see herself nearly naked except for a big red helmet. She turned to look back at Nelson and their eyes locked as they always had. She could sense another orgasm coming, when Nelson brought his other hand under her ass, each hand cupping her an asscheek and he began to move her up and down on his penis. 

Again, she was amazed how her ass fit perfectly into his hands. She looked in the mirror again and it looked like he was throwing her around like a ragdoll on his dick, and she loved every second of it. The feeling was too much for Vanessa and her third orgasm grabbed her body by surprise and shook it to its core. This pushed Nelson over the edge and his cock exploded inside of Vanessa, coating her insides with his sticky essence, with each contraction of his cock unleashing another torrent of hot gooey liquid inside of her. As their orgasms subsided. Vanessa could feel his cock still throbbing with each heartbeat. 

When Vanessa realized that Nelson's cock was still hard, something else took over her: an overwhelming desire to taste his cock. It wasn't so much that she wanted to get Nelson off again as much as she wanted to do something really dirty to complete her uncharacteristically wild night. She wanted to taste herself mixed with his cum. So she got off and before Nelson could even say a word, she had gotten on her knees and took his cock in her mouth. The taste was pungent, salty, bitter, and sour from the mix of jizz, her juices and their sweat. And she loved the way it tasted. Vanessa moved quickly, pumping the base of Nelson's cock with one hand while swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Vanessa's wrist was just beginning to feel sore when Nelson came again. His body tensed and pushed his cock all the way into Vanessa's throat. While there was as not much cum this time, she felt one jet of cum hit the top of her mouth with some force, and then slide down the back of her throat as she swallowed. As his body began to relax, Vanessa continued her oral ministrations, coaxing the last few bits of pleasure out of him. 

Suddenly, the alarm to the fire house went off. She loud ring of the bell startled both of them, and Vanessa jerked up and grabbed her clothes on the floor and put them on. She looked sheepishly at Nelson. She was greeted by a big sheepish smile. He leaned in and kissed her and said, "That was amazing. Gottago." He then ran out the door.

Vanessa quickly put her panties and shorts back on. Her ankle felt fine now as she retied her shoe. She could hear the sound of men scurrying about. She then heard the sound of the fire engine revving up and pulling out of the station. She walked out the door that Nelson had left and at the end of the hall, she could see the garage. She walked past all sorts of fire equipment and a row of lockers into the now empty garage. The locker farthest from the door had Nelson's name in a plastic placard above it. She looked around and saw a desk. She grabbed a pen and post it and scribbled her name and number and left it in Nelson's locker and walked out into the warm night air. 

When she got to the end of the driveway, she saw a man pulling the gate closed. She screamed out, "Hang on!" The man spun around with a surprised look on his face. "Who the hell are you?" he yelled at her as she slipped out back onto the running path. Vanessa recognized him. As she started jogging away, she looked back and smiled, and yelled over her shoulder, "Thanks Captain Reeves!" She saw Captain Reeves' confused look on his face disappear, as he shrugged and returned to latching the gate.

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Vanessa had developed a new running routine. Her new routine consisted of meeting her new lover at the firehouse gates after he finished a three day shift. Nelson would have his running gear on and they would run the two miles back to her house, after which they would promptly get naked and have marathon sex sessions. After finishing her stretches, she pressed play on her Ipod, smiled, and she started her run.



Fireman Fantasy



After the huge success of the premiere issue of Fantasies for Women, the magazine had thrown a big party to celebrate the joyous occasion. Tessa Williams, the magazine's editor-in-chief, was amazed at the photos Wendy and me took. She was so impressed she wanted us to take photos for the next issue.

Tessa said the next issue will feature men in (and out) of uniform and Wendy and I will get to take pictures of firemen, policemen, and military men (sailors, army men, navy SEALS, air force men, etc.) while the magazine interviews them. We were very excited and couldn't wait to take photos of men in uniform. 

The next week, we went to work on the shoot. We first went to a firehouse and started taking photos of this sexy fireman named Ryan. Under his fireman's uniform lies a hunky, sexy, brave, All-American guy. First, I photographed Ryan in his fireman uniform; jacket, helmet, pants, suspenders, and all. He even told Wendy and I of how he stripped and lap danced for charity the week before. Ryan had the sexiest smile. Next, he took off his helmet, boots, and pants. He had short dark brown hair, bright blue eyes that are like little blue pools you can drown into, and a smoking hot body that of a hetero male porn star. Taking pictures of him and his body was so hot, I was afraid my camera would either break or melt. We walked over to the fire truck was he was making sexy stares and poses while standing next to it. Wendy, my assistant photographer and best friend, couldn't help but stare at Ryan. She almost began drooling at the sight of his ink-free physique. She told me of her fascination with firemen since she would buy a NYFD calendar every year since after 9/11, watch reruns of the show Third Watch, and would have fantasies of being rescued by a fireman and then make hot, steamy, passionate love. 

We watched as Ryan slowly took off his underwear, a pair of white boxer briefs. We had finally got to see all of him, including his 8-inch manhood. After that, the three of us took a little 15-minute break. I was reloading my camera. 

Wendy said to me "Kristy, Ryan is the most hottest fireman I had ever seen. He's almost as hot of those New York firemen in the calendar. Can you help make my fantasy come true?" 

I looked at her and said, "Let's make it happen."

After the break, Ryan was back in his fireman's uniform and Wendy was ready to be rescued. Once I reloaded the camera, I was ready to take more pictures. 

Ryan smiled and said to her, "Ready to be rescued, Wendy?"

Wendy replied, "I'm very ready."

I started snapping photos when Ryan scooped Wendy in his strong, muscular arms and carried her into the firehouse. He laid her down on the big brown leather sofa and deeply, passionately kissed her lips. He then took off his helmet and rested it on the floor. He unbuttoned her stretch cotton green shirt one by one, revealing a black lace bra underneath. Ryan continued kissing Wendy's lips while his hands felt every inch of her body. Wendy softly licked his throat as she began taking off his shirt and suspenders. Ryan began kissing both sides of her neck while one hand was running through her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair and the other was resting on her back.

Ryan moaned softly as Wendy his front body with her hands. He looked at her body while unzipping her jeans. His lips moved lower to the tops of her voluptuous breasts and kissed her there. Ryan unhooked the front clasp of her bra, releasing them. Wendy moaned and groaned as she felt him licking, sucking and kissing them. He was still doing that once he took off her jeans, leaving her in only a black lace thong. Then, Wendy laid Ryan on his back as she began to leave a trail of baby soft kisses from his face down to his abs. She took off his pants, so he too would be in his underwear. 

Wendy stared into Ryan's blue eyes and said, "Ryan, you're very hot for a fireman."

He smiled and then said, "Wendy, you're so irresistible. Let me make you hot." 

Wendy felt herself getting wet, dampening her thong. Ryan began to finger her pussy with two of his fingers when he pushed the thong aside. Her screams of pleasure increased as his fingers were covered in her juices. Once he took off her thong, Ryan replaced his fingers with his mouth. 

He kissed her clit and pussy the same way he kissed her mouth. Wendy moaned loudly as she was getting from feeling his mouth on her, tasting her wetness. It was so steamy, I thought my camera lens would fog up, but I kept on taking pictures. Ryan, then, took off his boxers. He was ready to get inside Wendy.

Ryan slightly opened her legs with his hand and deeply entered her pussy. Wendy's woman lips clamped his manhood as he was swelling up inside her. He grinded his hips against her while moving in and out of her, slow and deep. His hands held on to her body as she groaned and moaned against his neck. Ryan was calling her name as they were near orgasm. She laid on top of him as he came inside her. 

I said to them while smiling and fanning myself, "Wow, that was very hot! Great job, Ryan and Wendy."

Ryan pulled himself out of Wendy and kissed her on the cheek. Wendy said to him, "You were amazing, Ryan. Thanks to you, my fantasy has been fulfilled."

He grinned and replied, "I'm glad I can help, Wendy. I would to love to see you again sometime." 

Wendy gave Ryan her phone number as he gave her his once they got back into their clothes. After the red-hot photo shoot, Wendy and I went to lunch at a deli. We talked the fireman shoot all day, but we didn't stop there because we had more pictures of men to take in and out of their uniform.



Fireman Fucks My Arse



Debbie had always dreamed of being fucked hard & nasty by a hot fireman. It was her go-to-fantasy. Any time she was a little bored and needed something to day dream about; the fireman came to mind. Likewise any cold winter's night when she needed a little imaginative journey to help her drift off to sleep it was the imaginary fireman who got her there. And so it seemed like kismet when she spotted a cute guy, dressed in a fireman costume at her 30th birthday party.

It was with butterflies in her stomach that Deb let her gaze drift in the fireman's direction. At that moment he caught her eye & flashed her a smile. Oh my god she thought. If we maintain eye contact for up to four seconds I'm in.

Well. What choice did she have? She could grab the opportunity by the horns (so to speak) or she could regret it forever.

So..... she leaped at the opportunity. Debbie smoothed down her yellow striped bumble-bee costume. After a deep breath she made a mental note to stand tall, give herself a non-surgical breast lift, pull her stomach in, tense her thigh muscles. And with all the confidence of a circus ring-master, and the morality of an ally cat she approached the fireman. 

"Hi" he smiled. "I'm the fireman. Would you like to slide down my pole?"

Debbie giggled. "Hi I'm Deb, it's my party. Are you her with somebody?"

"Not with a date if that's what you're asking. I'm her with my brother Pete; your neighbour. "

"Oh I see" said Debbie "Well fireman, I've always wanted to fuck a fireman. Hard and fast with no strings attached. Are you interested?"

"You don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"Not unless you ask me too," Deb said displaying a wicked smile. She linked arms and said, "Take me to the bedroom."

"Fuck yeah" he smiled.

With that Debbie dragged him upstairs & into her bedroom. Swiftly she locked the door.

With a smile he tossed his helmet onto the floor and ripped off his shirt revealing a slightly flabby chest covered in beautiful hair. Debbie whisked off her dress and laid it over the back of a chair. She stood before her new beau in nothing but knickers and her high heels.

"Get over here and get these pants off of me."

Debbie approached the fireman, got down on her knees and began removing his pants. After undoing his utility belt, she grabbed both the waistband of hit trousers & his red undies and pushed both down at the same time. 

Debbie wasn't certain what she was expecting when she pulled the fireman's pants to the floor but it definitely wasn't what was before her eyes. She gasped as her eyes took in the most beautiful cock she had ever laid her eyes on. It was circumcised (her favourite) still limp, and was at about 5 inches soft, but nice and thick. The pink mushroom head was mouth watering. He had a full thick bush of brown curly pubic hair. Things were definitely beginning to look up!

Noticing her surprise, he said, "Did you ever see the South Park Episode about the magic fireman?" He asked

"no" said Debbie.

Doing his best Cartman impression; "The fireman is very magical. Rub his helmet and he spits in your eye."

Both of the giggled

"No I'm going to teach your arse a lesson, but first suck my cock!"

Moving down his bare stomach, she slowly moved down toward more interesting territories. Immediately his hard cock filled her hand and she froze in shock, not by the size of him (because it was merely an average sized dick) but by how turned on she was. She felt a tug in his cock, making him harden to her touch and causing his cock head to pulsate. She removed her hand as if she had been burned, and barely swallowing the gasp that longed to escape from her mouth.

"Don't stop now," The fireman chuckled. "It's just getting interesting." 

Debbie tried to hide the gleam of joy in her eyes, as she spread her lips and sucked the mushroom head of the wonderful cock into her mouth. It felt wonderful having it slide between her lips, and she began gobbling it up, pulling it deep into her throat. The thing felt massive between her lips, and she was happy when she managed to engulf the whole thing.

She almost bit down on his shaft when he grabbed a handful of the hair on the back of her head. He began roughly guiding her head back and forth along his slick shaft. The rougher he got, the harder he got. Debbie was amazed at how large the shaft between her lips was becoming.

It wasn't long before Debbie was only able to swallow a little more than half of the wonderful cock between her lips. This didn't cause him to let up any, he just continued to forcefully guide her lips and down his coke can thick cock. Several times Debbie had to fight the urge to gag as his bulbous head slipped into her throat.

Finally, he released her head. She pulled her mouth off his cock to have a better look at the prize that had developed before her eyes. It was a damn monster. She couldn't have planned it any better, and she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter at the thought of having this piece of meat buried between her legs.

Obviously he had a different agenda. The fireman began smacking her in the face with his hard cock. It felt like she was being hit with a hard steel shaft, but at the same time it was such a turn on. His thick shaft smacked her on the cheek, her forehead, and her lips repeatedly.

"You like it when someone takes charge, huh? You like me slapping you with my cock?"

"Yes..."

"Are you my bitch?"

"Yes..."

"Are you my dirty slut?"

"Oh, yes..."

"take off your undies & get on your fucking knees whore!"

Debbie obediently removed her underpants and tossed them aside. With that she got on her hands & knees in front of the fireman. Her arse raised high in the air. She didn't know how she felt about the whole thing. She wanted his pretty cock deep inside of her and quickly. However, at the same time, she worried about the "how" she had gotten into this position and "how" he was going to fuck her. She loved a take charge kind of guy, but this shit was almost too much.

Debbie felt him slide up behind her, and felt as he began beating on her arse cheeks with his massive cock. He would slam his cock down hard against her backside, then forcefully run it up and down her wet slit. She began moaning loudly as his thick cockhead slightly penetrated her moist opening then slid further up to tickle her sensitive arsehole.

"You want this don't you whore? You want me to fuck your whore pussy with my thick cock, huh?"

"Yes..."

It was incredible how just thinking about him made her body prepare itself. As if his sheer presence had a hold over her bodily functions, making them bend to his will. Immediately Debbie laid down on her back. Looking up at The fireman with a sluttish gleam in her eye.

"Beg for my cock! Beg me to fuck you!"

"... please..."

"Please what?"

"Please...please...fuck me!"

Debbie had never felt like such a slut in her life, and she had never begged for any man's cock. She felt so dirty, yet so filled with lust. As soon as she felt his cock beginning to penetrate her moist opening she began to cry with joy. 

"Oh god!" he growled as he came up to breathe.

"Yes," she said hoarsely and as he directed his hard cock to the opening of her pussy, she spread herself wide, inviting him inside. He plunged inside of her and sank all the way inside in one quick motion. They moaned in unison as she tightened around him and he started a wild pace of withdrawing and pounding inside of her tight cunt. She wrapped her arms around him, trying to take him even deeper and moaned loudly as he pushed hard inside of her.

"So good," he groaned as he paused all the way inside of her, making a few slight movements as if he wanted to maintain the pleasure of being deep inside of her warmth. "You feel so good," he said in a strangled voice as he moaned in pleasure. 

She wrapped her legs behind his back and arched her hips, and grabbed his hairy arse, making him hit directly at her G-spot. She moaned loudly as she felt him massage the tender area, forcing her to start the climb up to where she would plunge into darkness and let the climax control her body. She struggled against it, wanted to make him come with her as she plunged into the pleasurable orgasm. 

She held him tightly as she tried to pleasure his cock as best she could, switching between tightening and relaxing the muscles enveloping his large cock. Soon she heard him breathe harder and she tilted her hips, answering every downward plunge he made inside of her body. Massage her clit until she felt her body tightening around him. 

The louder Debbie moaned, the harder the fireman thrust. She felt his hand slide up and grip the back of her long blonde hair. He pulled it hard while continuing to thrust in and out of her pussy as hard as he could. "You like this, don't you? You like me fucking you like a whore, huh?"

"Yes...yes... YES! Fuck my pussy, make me your whore!"

"Flip over" The fireman commanded. "I want you on your hands and knees again"

She felt his cock slide all the way out. Immediately she changed positions and within seconds his dick was pushed back inside of her.... forcefully. 

Debbie's body began to shake with an orgasm and her juices literally shot out of her pussy squirting over his balls. While she shook with an orgasm, he pulled his cock out and positioned it at her slick arsehole.

With one quick push he was buried deep inside her anal passage. This was a first for Debbie, and thankfully her orgasm made the whole ordeal bearable. As he began force fucking her tiny arsehole, she kept thinking to herself this was the most intense fuck of her life.

He was just as relentless with her arse as he was her pussy. Over and over he shoved it deep inside of her, stretching her arsehole impossibly larger as it slid back and forth over his thick cock. To alleviate some of the pain, Debbie began playing with her clit.

The combination of his cock sliding in and out of her backside and her finger working her clit was almost too much for her. She began moaning uncontrollably and uttering dirty words she didn't think she knew. WOW it felt so good, but hopefully the fireman would cum soon, was all she could think.

He gripped her hips and shoved his cock in deeper and harder, pulling her back on his shaft with each forward thrust. Finally, with a loud grunt he pulled his cock out & began to spew his hot, white jism all over her naked arse. As soon as she felt the first splash of cum hit her, she slipped over the edge into the most massive orgasm she had ever experienced. She just lay there on her arms panting with joy and pain as the fireman went to the bathroom to clean up.

He reappeared completely dressed, put his utility belt on and stepped back to look at Debbie. She had stayed in her position of submission, her arse high in the air, her anus still stretched and dripping with his warm white cum. He chuckled as he looked at her rear end, "That reminds me." He told her.

"What's that?" Debbie asked.

"I tried to make a coffee earlier. You're all out of milk."



Fireman's Carnival



"Mark! I'm over here!" I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband's attention. It was useless though; he couldn't hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn't noticed our booth when he walked past.

"Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?" A sweaty, overweight man stood beside three sweaty, underweight kids. Each child clutched a dollar bill in their dirty little fists.

I took a last look at Mark's back, disappearing behind the Ferris wheel. Oh, well, hopefully he'd keep looking until he found me. I'd get his attention the next time I saw him. I turned back to my customers.

"Certainly, sir," I smiled. "How can I help you?"

"What do we have to do, anyway?" the man asked as the children started playing in the dirt.

"It's very simple," I replied. "See that man's head in the middle of the bullseye?" Brian Wallace's balding pate was the only part of his body you could see. The rest was completely hidden inside the tent behind him. A drawstring kept him from pulling his head back inside. "You can buy whipped cream 'pies' for a dollar apiece. You have to throw from behind the counter. If you hit him directly, you win one of the big teddy prizes. If your pie lands in one of the other rings, you win a smaller prize. All the money goes to benefit the local animal shelter. Have some fun for a worthy cause!"

"Ok, gimmee three pies. Hey! You guys were crying to do somethin'. Do you want to do this or not?" he cuffed one of the children in the back of the head.

I bent over to pull three pies from under the counter and heard him chuckle. "Maybe I should wait until it's your turn," he hooted. "I'd get two bullseyes instead of one. Damn big ones, too." He laughed loudly at his own joke.

I blushed. I knew what he was referring to. I'd worn this top because Mark liked seeing me in it; it didn't occur to me that I'd be bending over all day. Every time I bent down the scoop neck fell open and people could see all the way to my bra. I'm not exactly small on top so that made for a pretty vulgar display. Guys had been staring at my tits all day and occasionally making remarks, but this was the first pig to say something in front of his kids.

I handed him his pies without comment and moved off to the side so he could throw. It didn't really matter to me if some jerk wanted to be crude. I loved the animal shelter but we needed money to operate and the fireman's carnival was one of our biggest fundraisers. If it meant letting a few jerks ogle my body, who cared? I could put up with it for a few hours.

I talked with Betty Johnson, the woman in charge of our booth, while trying to keep an eye out for Mark. Finally I saw him walking on the other side of the midway.

"Betty, I need to go talk to Mark. I'll be right back," I thrust my money apron into her hands and dashed around the end of the counter.

Betty laughed. "You've been married five years and you're still running after him? You need to get him trained!"

Mark gave me a big hug when I caught up to him. "Hi, Kathy, where have you been? I've walked the whole grounds three times!"

"Well, I tried to get your attention but you didn't see me. What's going on?"

"Nothing much. How long do you have to work?" Mark looked bored. "I have a softball game later."

"I'm working at the counter until one, then I have to be a target for an hour," I replied. "Then I'm done. Will that be in time for your game?"

"Sure. I'm going over to the beer tent with Jerry. This is kind of lame." He grinned. "Maybe I'll come visit you when you're in the bullseye."

"Don't you dare," I warned him. "If you hit me with a pie, I'll never forgive you!"

"Maybe I'll be aiming for another bullseye," he said slyly, as I felt his hand knead one of my cheeks, squeezing it firmly.

"Mark!" I squealed. "People can see!" I looked around but the carnival was so crowded that nobody paid much attention to us, hugging each other off to one side.

"Bye, babe. I told Jerry I'd be right over. I'll swing by every once in a while," Mark gave me a big kiss, squeezed my rear one more time and drifted off into the crowd.

The next couple of hours passed quickly. My best friend Holly came on and we had a lot of fun. Holly is a shameless flirt, although she's happily married. She loves to flash her boobs and rear end in men's faces and being around her helps me loosen up a little too. I'm not as relaxed as she is but I quit worrying about showing a little boob when I bent over or whether my skirt lifted a little in the breeze. I even flirted back a little after I saw how much money Holly got the guys to fork over. It made the time fly and we raised a lot of money for the shelter. I saw Mark a couple of times and once he even bought a couple of pies and tossed them at Betty when she was the target.

Soon it was time for me to be the target. Believe it or not, I was looking forward to it. The tent is set back far enough so you hardly ever get hit, you don't have any real responsibility except to smile and occasionally taunt people throwing pies, and you can get off your feet and rest. Inside the tent is a padded bench. You kneel on all fours but the bench supports your weight and it's actually very comfortable.

After kneeling over the bench, I thrust my head out through the hole and Holly pulled the drawstring around my neck so I couldn't pop back inside if a pie came too close. I stuck my tongue out at the first customer as he laughed and took aim.

In the next fifteen minutes I was only hit twice. I saw Mark work his way through the crowd and pay for two pies. People that knew us starting cheering him on. I started yelling that he better not. He laughed and handed his pies to two kids, who didn't even come close. Mark winked at me and mouthed the word 'later.' As I watched, he walked down a couple of booths and then went around the side.

A few minutes later I felt his hand on my ass, rubbing lightly. Beginning at my rear, he rubbed up my back, then back down and down over my legs. When he moved his hand back up, he flipped my skirt up over my back. I reached back with my hands and pulled it down but he pushed my hands out of the way and pulled it up again.

"Mark!" I whispered loudly. "Cut it out!"

"What?" Holly asked. "Did you need something?"

"Uh, no," I stammered. "I'm fine."

I felt his hand rubbing my pussy through my panties. He soon slipped a finger under the band and into my quickly moistening cunt. I bit my lip and tried not to moan as one finger found my clit while another dug deep inside me. My ass started rotating in circles and I didn't resist when he grasped my panties and pulled them down to my knees, then off me.

I tried to maintain a straight face as he began pushing two fingers into me while rubbing my clit with his other hand. I reached back with my hands but I could only feel one pant leg so I started caressing that. When he turned to face me, I could reach his crotch. I fumbled with one hand and managed to unzip him and pull out his cock. It felt great- long, thick and rock hard. While he pumped my cunt with his fingers, I stroked his cock until I felt him pull away and move behind me.

Without much ceremony, his thumbs pried my cunt open and his cock pressed against me. I was so wet the first few inches sank in easily and he pulled back and buried the rest with one long stroke. I tried to keep quiet but I couldn't help moaning when I felt his balls grind into my mound.

Holly came over, concerned. "Are you ok?"

By now he was fucking me with a steady rhythm. "I'm fine," I grunted. I did my best not to wiggle around as his cock stretched my pussy wider with each pass.

"Oh, dear. Your face is all red," Holly fussed. "I think you're getting sunburned." she went over to her bag and grabbed some sunscreen. "Let me put some stuff on you."

"You don't have to do that. I'm fine." I just wanted Holly to go back up to the counter before she realized what was happening. I was trying not to make any noise but my body was being pushed forward with each stroke and I was starting to pant as I approached orgasm.

"Nonsense. What are friends for?" Holly began rubbing cream on my face, working it into my skin. I tried to focus on Holly, thinking I could prevent an orgasm if I ignored what was happening behind me. It had the opposite effect. The light touch of her fingers caressing my face sent my already jangled nerves spinning even further out of control. I struggled not to show any emotion on my face as she worked on me. I barely made it until she returned to the counter before my orgasm burst over me. I managed to keep quiet and hold my head still but my ass was bucking like a bronco as I wiggled and pushed back against him. I felt a shudder, then his cock sank deep into me and hot liquid poured out into my throbbing cunt. His body collapsed over my back as he finished squirting his cum into me.

We lay together like that for several minutes. I could feel his cock slowly pull out of my pussy as he straightened up. Instead of pulling my skirt down, though, he began playing with my pussy again. I tried to reach his hands to push them away but I couldn't stop him. Within a minute I was horny again despite my fear that we'd be caught. To my surprise, he was hard too and I felt his cock reenter me, pushing easily into my freshly fucked pussy.

This time he was rougher, pounding hard at me as I held onto the bench and did my best not to cry out. I thought he would last even longer this time but fortunately he didn't because he was banging me so hard I was sure everyone had to guess what was going on. I felt him grasp my hips and plunge deep, then fill me with a second load of cum. When he stopped cumming, he immediately pulled out.

I was relieved that he was finished but I was also frustrated. I was approaching my second orgasm and the sudden withdrawal of his cock left me hanging. I was mortified at the idea that we might have been caught but I was almost sorry it was over.

Mark must have felt the same way. His hands quietly stroked me for several minutes, then pushed my blouse up. I felt him unhook my bra and let it drop away from my boobs, then start squeezing them and tugging on my nipples. In seconds they swelled with blood and my ass started flexing to welcome a cock that wasn't there. Being half-exposed must had to be getting to me; I'd never felt so desperate to cum in my life.

My mouth dropped open when I felt his cock, hard again, rubbing my now swollen outer lips. Mark had never been able to get hard three times in a row. As I lifted my head in surprise, I looked out at the counter and saw my husband, freshly changed into his softball uniform, waving at me. My pussy opened up easily under the steady pressure.

I opened my mouth to call to him but had to quickly shut it and grind my teeth together in a desperate attempt to mask my overdue orgasm. The cock behind me was pounding away and I felt a fingernail scrape my asshole as Mark called to me.

"Hey, honey. Holly says you're working an extra hour as the target. I have to get going so I'll see you at home after the game." With a wave, he was off. I looked over at Holly in time to see a huge greasy looking man hand her twenty dollars and walk toward the back of the tent.

Holly grinned at me. "Great news, Kathy. We're going to raise more money for the shelter than any other shift!..."



Fireman's Carnival Plus



A sequel to KathyB's delightfully funny story where a housewife volunteering as a whipped cream pie toss target believes she is being screwed by her husband hidden in the tent behind the carnival booth ... If you can't find the original submission the next six paragraphs set the stage.

My mouth dropped open when I felt his cock, hard again, rubbing my now swollen outer lips. Mark had never been able to get hard three times in a row. 

As I lifted my head in surprise, I looked out at the counter and saw Mark my husband, freshly changed into his softball uniform, waving at me. My pussy opened up easily under the steady pressure.

I opened my mouth to call to him but had to quickly shut it and grind my teeth together in a desperate attempt to mask my overdue orgasm. The cock behind me was pounding away and I felt a fingernail scrape my asshole as Mark called to me.

"Hey, honey. Holly says you're working an extra hour as the target. I have to get going so I'll see you at home after the game." With a wave, he was off. 

I looked over at Holly in time to see a huge greasy looking man hand her twenty dollars and walk toward the back of the tent. 

Holly grinned at me. "Great news, Kathy. We're going to raise more money for the shelter than any other shift!..." 

Plus 1

I could have screamed! It wasn't Mark! I have been had! 

"Have been' Damm I am BEING had Right now!" I am being fucked for money! 

The sudden realization that this cock in my cunt right now was some stranger's and that there was another waiting to take his place and that there had almost certainly been others before that, hit me like a sledgehammer. My pussy and boobs had been sold! Sold to men I might know. Sold by Holly! Sold like a mare in a breeding stall to any bull with a twenty-dollar bill.

I tried to twist away from the current penetrator but the restrictions of the bench I was kneeling on and the drawstring keeping my head pocking through the booth canvas frustrated my efforts. All I succeeded in was to buck my butt up and down and side to side. I could not move forward enough to pull away from the cock, and my trashing caused the cock to rub parts of my pussy channel not previously plowed. Intermittent contact between the invading cock with my "G-Spot" sent shocks of pleasure through my nerves caused my vaginal muscles to spasm. The whole effect was that I was being turned on but my own efforts to get away.

The more I tried to evade the harder he pushed forward. In addition the visitor reacted to my thrashing by groaning. I could just hear him as he pushed in an leaned forward pushing himself as deeply as possible into my cunt "My God! That's it Woman! Give me the ride of my life!" 

I realized that the visitor thought my attempts to escape actually was the transformation of a passive fuck to active contest for sexual supremacy between us. I tried to clamp down with my kegel vaginal muscles and resist his penetration but his only reaction was another groan .. something like "...Tight as a virgin ... Bucks like a Whore ... Milking my cock"

I needed to try to get away, but I had to do that without attracting any more curiosity from the families in the carnival midway so I could not cry out or yell at my invader or yell at Holly. It was both humiliating and stimulating all mixed up at the same time.

All this thrashing and straining had an unexpected result on me. I realized I was on the edge of a major orgasm and the bucking twisting and straining had the effect of driving me further up a sexual mountain than I had been at any time since my honeymoon. Up! Up! And the over the top! It was all I could do to stifle the scream of release as my whole body spasms repeatedly and the visitor's cock flooded my cunt.

As the visitor softened and slid out of my pussy Holly came over and said in a quiet voice "Kathy dear. If I knew you'd have this much fun we could have started this yesterday. You will have to keep you enthusiasm reigned in a little while families are circulating in the midway with young children." "I promise you though you can cut loose more during our shift tomorrow evening when only adults are walking about."

"That bitch thought I enjoyed being set up to be fucked like this" I thought "I'll claw her eyes out when I get loose." "I don't enjoy it! I'm not that sort of girl! Not at all ... "

"Well some biological responses are coded in the DNA and it is not like I wanted the orgasm to happen. .... Well I was a little better than spending the next sixty minutes still stalled only part way up the hill. " I thought privately but I dammed well was not going to encourage that witch who betrayed me and sold my body to anyone with a sawbuck.

"Damm you Holly" I hissed back "I am not that sort of girl!" "I want you to let me out of this booth, and I will be happy if we never speak again." I was trying to regain my composure and get control of my situation. 

"Sorry Kathy. I can't disappoint our customers." Holly replied as she waived to a family of four walking the midway urging them to try their luck with the cream pies. Turning to me in a much softer voice she said "Either set of customers." And winked as I felt a pair of hands rubbing my buttocks.

Big Plus

As first one finger and then another invaded my pussy "The big greasy looking guy -- It must be him" I thought. "This guy is not at all gentle" and a third finger joined the first two. The semen already deposited in my pussy provided excellent lubrication as I could feel my cunt passage being stretched open but there was no friction as the fingers slid in and out smoothly.

The guy grabbed my right hand and placed it on the bulge in his trousers. The bulge was not simply impressive it was astonishing both in length and girth. He must have leaned over to speak close to my ear. "Girly... You will have to relax so I can open you up before I feed this monster to you... " 

I did not believe that the bulge represented a real organ and then when I did not pull my hand away I heard him say "Unzip me Girl! ... Pull it out! 

I don't know why, but I did as he demanded. His cock was a Monster! I could not get my hand completely around it and it even though I knew that it was impossible the dammed thing seemed to me to be as long as my forearm. Startled I said out loud "Oh My God!" This caused Holly to peek behind the target canvas.

Holly stepped back with a stunned look on her face "I don't believe what I saw Kathy." "I don't think any woman can take that salami." And then with a smirk "But I know you'll give it your best try." As she turned away giggling.

I was still holding the monster as a fourth finger pushed into my love canal. "Girly." I heard "you are going to need to relax even more because my whole hand is smaller than 'Big Pete' here." "I want you to keep stroking me while I work at opening you all the way up." He said as his thumb joined the other fingers stretching my pussy open. 

Slowly my cunt muscles relaxed and the invading hand inched ahead pushing slowly into my pussy. It didn't hurt exactly but I did feel terrific pressure on my pussy.

His other hand began caressing my breasts and rolling my nipples between thumb and forefinger. These sensations added to the stimulation in my pussy ratcheting the level of arousal up and up. Under this two-handed assault I began to stroke 'Big Pete' end to end and around and around. My arousal level was moving from hot to hotter as the breast stimulation and vaginal penetration worked my body at both ends.

He pulled away and moved behind me. I could feel 'Big Pete' sliding along the outside of my very swollen labial lips becoming coated with the surplus semen contributed by my earlier visitors. He paused and aligned the cock head with my cunt and pushed slowly forward.

"OH MY GOD!" I blurted. Luckily no one but Holly was in earshot 

Holly darted to the booth corner and peaked behind the canvas. "KATHY! It looks like you are being fucked by a horse!" "I did not believe any woman could take that thing on." "You cannot see this but there is at least ten inches still out. I am going to watch him push that meat into you." "Sooner or later you'll cry 'uncle' but I want to see how much you can take before you give up."

"Give up HELL. " I Thought "I am more of a woman that that prissy bitch, and no man is going to hear me beg him to stop."

Like the Chunnel digging machine 'Big Pete' moved slowly ahead transmitting the most amazing sensations to my pussy channel. After a minute or two he began pulling 'Big Pete' out. I felt as though I was being emptied, but just before leaving me completely he reversed course and pushed ahead again. Being more completely coated with semen 'Big Pete' slid forward for several inches easily and then slowed down as he penetrated new territory. 

"You must have 8 inches in." Said an amazed Holly "he only has about 4 inches to go -- I don't believe it."

Again 'Big Pete' retreated but not all the way and again pushed ahead only slowing as the unlubricated length reached my labial lips, and then the pressure restarted. I must have been moaning as Holly barked "Shut the Hell Up do you want to have the carnival management bust us?"

Holly checked the midway traffic to be sure I was not scandalizing any families or children nearby and when reassured the coast was clear she darted to the booth corner and peaked behind the canvas. "Ha there are still 2 more inches. I knew no one could take than monster." She gloated as she watched him pull out one more time.

Now he pushed forward again just to the same spot and paused. I gritted my teeth and bore down with my kegel muscles and relaxed in a rhythmic pattern.

"My God Girl 'Big Pete' has never felt a snapper like yours." I heard him growl "Damm I'm going to see what you got."

He began sawing in and out of my pussy and I bore down squeezing 'Big Pete' 

Soon I could feel his thighs slam into my buttocks and his balls swing up to hit my clit He was all the way in and each new thrust pounded me in a way I had never felt before. 

"DAMN DAMN!" He exclaimed :no woman has taken all of 'Big Pete' the first time. You have a super cunt and you are best piece of ass I have had in years Girl." 

The commotion brought Holly back to the booth corner peaking around the canvas to see twelve to fourteen inches of meat bigger than a beer can sliding back and forth all the way into my super cunt while I thrashed and squeezed to give the customer ( I guess I now thought of him that way.) the ride of his life. 

I began to cum almost continuously and my moans were escaping past my clenched teeth. I no longer cared if we were caught I could not hold back any longer. As I felt 'Big Pete' begin to spasm and squirt I opened my mouth the scream for release when Holly slammed a whipped cream pie in my face which partially muffled and partly explained my sudden oral outburst.

As 'Big Pete' contracted and the customer pulled out I felt some paper in my hand. I reached down and put them in my purse on the stand below the bench.

"You were worth every cent and a whole lot more." I heard him say. I later found the pieces of paper were two fifties he left as a tip for 'The best piece of Ass.' He'd had in years

Plus 2

I was completely spent. The physical job 'Big Pete' had done to me couple with the most monumental orgasm it gave me, when piled on top of every other violation of my pussy just drained me.

Holly came up with a wet wipe and began cleaning the whipped cream and pie crust off my face. "I couldn't think of anything else to do because you were about to explode ... One of the volunteer fireguys was walking past and he was looking at us in a funny way already and I didn't want to get busted."

"Damm you Holly" I hissed "God Dam You! I am furious about how you took advantage of my time as a target and as soon as I get out of this booth I don't expect to speak to you again."

"Kathy simmer down!" "It was a mean trick, but we raised a ton of money for the charity and you had an adventure that you will remember for the rest of your life." Holly tried to placate me. "I never thought you would get really hurt or anything and I never would have taken that last guy's money if I knew he had that huge thing he wanted to use on you..."

"Mean Trick! You stupid Bitch!" I hissed "If I pressed charges you would go to jail for pandering and white slavery and...."

I stopped talking because two volunteer firemen were walking directly toward the booth and I really did not want to be disgraced and have our charity disgraced so I nodded at them signaling Holly who turned around towards them with a big smile. "Roger, James" "How is the carnival going?" "Is the attendance up to your projections?" Holly gushed trying to put up a façade of normalcy. "I have to finish cleaning pie off Kathy. One of our customers got lucky and caught her dead center." Holly said relishing the double entendre.

":Well girls that is kind of why we stopped by." Roger intoned "When Jim walked by a few minutes ago there seemed to be some unusual activity. You had no customers throwing pies and Holly you were smashing whipped cream into Kathy's face and Kathy was hollering." "You better tell us what is going on... and before you try to concoct some cock and bull story I think you should also know I saw one of the carnival roustabouts, big greasy guy, sneaking out of the back of the booth tent."

"Yeah!" added James "Kathy just before Holly hit you your face was flushed, you seemed to be panting and I thought I heard you moaning." It also looked like you were bouncing around on the kneeler bench from the way your head was shaking and moving." "If we inspect the booth now will we find everything is all in order?"

"Oh God!" I moaned 

"Whatever do you mean to suggest?" Holly huffed bluffing for all she was worth.

"Don't give me that!" "What are you girls really selling -- besides a whipped cream pie toss I mean." James accused

"I think these gals have a sideline that raises a lot more than a few bucks to toss pies." Roger added in a stern voice.

My panties were long gone, my Bra was unhooked, my dress bunched up baring my naked ass and pussy. I could try to pull my dress back down but because my head was through the booth canvas I couldn't see to repair any of the disarray those two would notice if they inspected the back of the booth. After two and a half hours of Holly whoring me out, the tent had to smell like a bordello bedroom. I hung my head down. . I started to tear up. We were busted and there was nothing to prevent our exposure and disgrace. .... Nothing! ..... Nothing? Maybe?

"Holly come over here." "You are going to have to negotiate one more sale ...Get a good price BUT GET SILENCE!" I hissed.

Holly is not the sharpest knife in the drawer but faced with a disaster she responded like a pro. "Well guys .. OK you are right. We did try to raise a bit more than the pie throwing and .. and well I can offer volunteer firemen an extra good deal, but we have to get the booth cleaned up before the next team shows up so 'added services' need to come to a halt in fifteen but certainly no more that 20 minutes from now." "That really is not a lot of time to completely satisfy two customers one at a time but maybe both working together..."

"BOTH??" I thought stunned "Holly just told them I was up for a three-way!!" 

Holly took Roger and James around the side of the tent where a commercial transaction must have been agreed upon because I felt a breeze as the tent flap was pulled aside for someone to enter. Holly reappeared in the front of the booth. "Kathy I am going to loosen the target grommet so you can pull your head back. I'll re-close the target hole and hang a 'gone to lunch' sign so you Roger and James will not be restricted by the bench design." She said and before I knew it I was released from the target and completely inside the back of the booth.

Roger and James were standing each side of me with their fly's open. With one hand each of them was feeling up my breast closest to them and the other hand was exploring my clit pussy and asshole. Despite the previous massive orgasms, I began responding almost instantly like I was in heat or something. I began to moan and stretch my ass up inviting fingers to explore the inside of my vagina. They each placed one of my hands on their pant flys and bowing to the inevitable I began pulling nice sized cocks free from their pants. I kind of got lost in the moment savoring the stimulation of my crotch and breasts while also feeling their cocks pump up to full size as I caressed each.

"Kathy Stand Up! We want to get your dress completely off you." James said.

I did as they said. They lifted my dress over my head and the bra followed. They began running their hands all over my body pinching my nipples and squeezing my ass cheeks. I was completely aroused and made no resistance to their fingers or lips. Each began sucking on one of my tits. I never experienced a sensation like that before and I was shaking in passion. My gentile caressing of each cock had transmuted into a firm stroke where each of us was stimulating and being stimulated. I was moaning softly

"Kathy Have you ever had two men at the same time?" "Because we are going to fuck you now! Together!". Roger stated

"No" I replied in a soft voice "Never"

"Roger and I make a good team as any number of girls could testify so if you just relax and go with the flow I promise you an experience that will blow you away." James said

Jim pulled a coin from his packet and said "Call It!" 

"Tails" "Tails it is! "What's you choice/" "Tails!"

"I'm on the bottom" Jim said as he lay down on the tarp floor. "Kathy now you straddle me. " He continued

This is the first time Kathy has proactively cooperated in the afternoon escapades. In every previous exchange action was initiated by the men and she was simply used. Now she was told to take an active role in her own exploitation. She stood trembling with fear and arousal as she tried to take inventory of her feelings and desires.

"I don't want to face the humiliation that exposure of the afternoon activities will bring." Kathy thought "So reneging on whatever deal Holly made could be risky." "But there is no denying that I has my ashes hauled well and truly several times, and despite that I am really sexed up high right now." "Those are two beautiful cocks that are waiting to pleasure me in a way I've never experienced." She mused.

As the arguments in favor of going through with the DP sex mounted, Kathy's hesitation evaporated and she did a little mounting of her own. She knelt on the tarp and swung one leg over James lining her labial lips up with the head of his cock with a sigh she began to sink down impaling his cock in her semen soaked cunt. Kathy rode the shaft down filling her vagina with Jim's meat while he reached up and captured her breasts with his hands.

"Damm Girl! You sure are juicy. I guess there is no doubt about the nature of your afternoon activities. Roger you got to slide you cock in her. The lubrication is amazing." Jim exclaimed "Kathy lift up so Roger can get a shot." Jim directed

Kathy obediently lifted her pelvis feeling Jim's cock sliding out of her vagina. 

"Stop right there." Roger ordered as nothing but the tip of Jims cock was in her. 

Roger pushed forward and his cock slid past Jim's and plunged into Kathy's cunt. "This is amazing." Roger said "I've never been in such a juicy snatch." 

Roger leaned forward bring more of his weight to bear on Kathy and this forced here down a little sliding Jim's cock partially back in her cunt.

"Noo I can't take you both " Kathy wailed 

"Sure you can sugar, just take it slow." Jim responded

Slowly Kathy found herself sliding back down Jim's shaft which Roger already fully penetrating her until Jim was also completely in.




Fireman's Carnival Plus



Holly was peeking in from the front of the booth and thought "That damm broad is taking two cocks at the same time in her vagina. What a Slut!"

All three lay quietly for a few seconds when Jim said "Roger do you think you have enough lubrication for the main event already?"

Roger leaned back pulling his semen slick cock out of Kathy's cunt. Roger then slid two fingers in also coating the with semen. He spread these fluids around Kathy's anus coating the outside and then working some into the entrance. Roger then lined his cock up and pushed slowly into Kathy's back passage. 

Kathy was totally lost in the moment. She was moaning and her sphincter was spasming as Roger's cock pushed past the entrance and began to penetrate her. She was not an anal virgin but this sensation combined with a cock filling her cunt was an entirely new level of sexual stimulation.

Finally both James and Roger were fully penetrated. In a well practiced maneuver the guys rolled the threesome on their side so each man had a freedom of action to slide in and out of Kathy's holes. They quickly developed a mutual rhythm where a new combinations of penetration withdrawal sensations overwhelmed Kathy's sexual input.

"Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OH! " Kathy exclaimed as she was dual piledriven by the firemen's cocks. "I never NEVER felt anything like.... " "I'm being double fucked!" "Don't stop! ... Please Don't Stop. Fuck Me you Bastards Kathy babbled semi-incoherently.

"We should have gotten a third cock to jam in her mouth and keep her quiet." Jim said as he covered her mouth with his own, and Kathy began to climax. 

Her whole body began two writhe and the anal and vaginal muscles spammed precipitating a release from each of the firemen.

They lay together for a few moments before the guys began to withdraw. 

"Dammit! Get that Broad Dressed and get this tent aired out because the next crew is due here in just a few minutes." Holly bitched "It won't do either of you any good if some one else blows our cover now!" 

All three looked a Holly amazed she had the gall to act the innocent. 

As they guys tenderly helped Kathy get her dress on (they wanted her Bra as a souvenir) they each pressed a $ 50 banknote in her hands saying "Kathy you are the best piece of ass I've had in years." 

When Kathy put the notes in her purse she saw there were two more fifties her previous 'customer' had tipped her. "Three votes for the 'Best Piece of Ass' in one afternoon" Kathy mused as she headed for the port-a-john to get cleaned up.



Fireman's Lift



I replace the receiver and my hand trembles at the fear of the flames in my garden, silly me fancy lighting the barbeque so close to the wooden fencing? Within minutes I hear the sound of sirens, at first in the distance, but getting closer. I tuck a strand of stray blonde hair behind my ear as I stand transfixed as my garden burns. I compose myself, feeling foolish, what have I done?

The engine pulls up outside my house and the neighbour's curtains twitch, some even come out into the road feigning concern, meeting the fire brigade I explain what has happened and show them into my garden. A tall handsome, dark haired, green eyed fireman tells me to step aside as he runs past me with a hose in his hands. I'm flattened to the brickwork as a blonde stockier fire fighter joins him taking up the slack. I am frozen to the spot but a third fire fighter takes my elbow and escorts me to safety. 

It's not until we reach the pump that I realise I am shaking, it can't be from the cold as it's a warm summers night? He tells me "Don't worry love it'll soon be out" my knees buckle as he speaks to me and he can see I am about to fall. Quickly with lightening response he lifts me over his shoulder.

Before I know it I'm sitting in the back of the red vehicle and I'm being offered some water. I notice the strong fingers, no wedding and nicely trimmed nails. He removes his helmet and I look up into dreamy blue eyes and observe his cropped hair. I feel myself becoming damp; my black silky knickers are sticking to my engorged pussy folds. He smiles at me with perfect teeth as if he knows what I am thinking. His colleagues are running around outside the pump. Taking off his jacket he places it around me shoulders, his hand catches my left breast and I sigh as his thumb brushes against my hardening nipple.

Sitting next to me he whispers in my ear "Jeez I'm so hard for you, feel" in disbelief I look down into his crotch and see his trousers bulging, I can almost make out the size and shape of his cock. I can't believe it; a fireman is coming onto me! Now I'm really excited, I can feel my juices dribbling around my bud and leaking out. I'm almost certain he can smell my arousal. 

Slowly he unzips his navy blue trousers and pulls down his boxer shorts to reveal a beautiful cock, fully erect with a weeping eye, he has no foreskin and egg sized balls. I can't take my eyes from it as he asks, no orders me, to turn around and bend over. Half in shock, and half so turned on, I stand up and do as he says. He roughly hitches up my skirt and tugs my delicate knickers to one side. I feel his cock head moving up and down my slit, opening my lips before he thrusts his hips and erection inside me in one hard and sudden movement, I'm filled to the hilt. 

He fucks me hard and fast like a pair of dogs on heat, I notice his boots and I remember where I am and what I am doing, trying not to cry out in pleasure and pain as he rams me quickly from behind. As he gets faster and closer to cumming I hear a door open. Oh my god I'm going to get caught with my arse in the air and a fireman's cock in my pussy. Instantly I feel my pussy clench and tighten around his shaft, whether in fear or pure ecstasy, I do not know?

The next thing I know is that I am being turned to face the window; I care not if anyone sees. The blonde fire fighter is climbing the three steps up to join us, a huge smile on his face; he takes my head in his hands and kisses my mouth deeply, tonguing me. I'm so aroused I moan into his kiss mouth, sucking his tongue. "Good girl" he tells me "Now suck this!" he holds his cock is in his hand, foreskin rolled back over his ever so thick and slightly shorter cock than his mate has. I ease forward further to take his phallus into my mouth. 

Together the three of us move in synchronisation, I am being pushed and filled from both ends, but I don't mind. My tits swing and I feel myself rocking on my heels and toes to stay upright as both boys get faster and nearer to ejaculation. If my mouth wasn't so full I'd be smiling. "This is just the ultimate girls fantasy" I think to myself, just then the door behind me opens and the dark haired green eyed fire fighter looks in, I hear him chuckle just before climbing in the cab beneath my feet. 

Oh wow I can't believe it his face is next to my pussy, his tongue is caressing my clit and I gulp harder on the cock in my mouth, thrusting back on the cock behind me. The engine feels like it's swaying as the four of us encourage each other. I am so hot and wet I hear only moans of pleasure and slurping and sucking, would it be possible for us to all cum together?

I can't hold on much longer, the incessant licking of my bud and fucking of my pussy is driving me insane, I take the cock from my mouth and wank it to my face, afraid of biting down as an enormous orgasm racks my body and soul. I lick the tip and stroke upwards, fondling his sack, encouraging him to spray me with thick white spunk. Looking up into his face I see him wink to his companions and with a slight nod of the head I am being covered and filled with male bodily fluids, while my outer lips and mound are being sucked dry of my juices.

Pure heaven! I feel faint, my legs go weak and I'm falling, no, I'm being carried back to my door. Gently my number one fire fighter places my feet on the ground salutes me and he is gone. I take a look at my singed fencing and say to myself "That was so worth deliberately starting the fire". I notice the water logged garden as a trickle of mingled juices runs in a trail down my thigh as the fire services pull away from the curb. They can service me anytime. 



Fireman's Table



Suri cleared the table, taking the time to put the the wine bottle back in the fridge. The wine was followed by the remains of their chicken dinner, now covered in foil and no longer warm. As she stood in front of the refrigerator, she was glad for the momentary reprieve from the heat. Even with the windows fully opened, there was little more than an infrequent breeze coming through. 

"Sure, you don't need my help?" Jordan's teasing voice carried into the kitchen, from the living room.

Suri answered, "I promised you if you cooked I would clean... and you cooked, so I'm cleaning." Jordan had actually been out of town for two weeks, spending the first bit of time with a cousin, before visiting an old friend from college. And although they had talked daily, sharing quirky text messages, short emails and meaningful phone calls, Suri realized how much a part of her life Jordan had become. Jordan had come back Sunday afternoon, and their plan to spend that time together had been cut by an emergency request for him to be at the station. Thus, Suri had rushed over the next day and they had kissed in the front door, each hoping to show the other how desperately they had been missed.

Jordan and Suri had met at a mutual friends barbecue, a summer where even the evenings left shirts clinging to their owners. Suri had walked over the grass, wearing green shorts and a white tank top, wishing desperately that she was moving towards a swimming pool, not a barbecue. Although she had showered and changed before coming, it was hot enough for slight moisture to build between her dark breasts. 

Coming around the side of the house, Jordan had been the second person Suri saw; the first being a young guy doing a terrible job of manning the grill. Jordan, with trimmed red hair, startling bright blue eyes, and a strong build, practically screamed quiet confidence. Leaning forward on the plastic lawn chair, a beer firmly settled in his hand, Jordan had watched Suri approach from behind dark glasses.

For her part, Suri had looked...frazzled. A teacher at a local middle school, Suri was quickly regretting her decision to teach summer school. She had just enough time for the quick pit stop at home, before grabbing the veggie platter and heading out to the barbecue. Once there, Suri and Jordan had talked throughout the evening, taking time to chat with the rest of the party just to be polite.The attraction was clearly apparent. Having asked for her number at the end of the night, they set up a date for later that week. 

Since that night they had gone to a local baseball game, watched an outdoor movie in the park, and Suri had even volunteered her time at Jordan's Fire Station Fundraiser. Tonight, they had kept it simple, dinner cooked by Jordan, although the intensity of not seeing each other for two weeks was as real as the table Suri had just cleared off. Throughout these early stages of their relationship, Jordan had been a perfect gentleman, opening doors, paying for their dates... and Suri thought to herself, "If he doesn't fuck me soon, I'm going to die!"

Suri had been without a serious boyfriend, and by extension decent and regular sex, for a while. Her last serious relationship had been over a year ago, and the appeal of one-night stands had ended almost as soon as she walked out of OSU on the heels of pomp and circumstance. Of course, even in college she was considered by her friends to be more of a good girl. In fact her "fuck me soon" attitude was almost completely out of character.

She was, however turned on by Jordan in a way that left her breathless and her body tingling. She was unsure what combination of his personality, looks, and attitude had her aching and feeling so horny. Their last few dates had ended with long, deep kisses, roaming hands, and some heartfelt moaning. Kisses that had left Suri fighting between prolonging the intimacy or running home to masturbate. 

Suri had always dated within her race, simply due to the fact that most of her friends were Black, and that's how she had met most of her boyfriends, or dates. Over the past few weeks however, it was visions of Jordan's large, light, calloused hands moving over her body, his pink tongue swirling over her ear lobes, dipping into her that had been in her dreams. And Suri wasn't kidding herself; in the past few weeks she had every fireman rescue dream possible, from the lame and predictable ones, to the ridiculous and unfeasible, to the ones that had her waking up to her own orgasm.

And besides turning her on in an never before explored way, Jordan was easily turning into an important confidant. Two days before he had left for his trip, Suri had been reamed out by the parent of one of her students. Although the child had failed to hand in his last three assignments, and Suri had actually gone out of her way to create extra credit, for twenty minuets she had to endure the screaming voice, explaining why this student was failing even an remedial summer class and how this had in fact, nothing to do with the child being irresponsible. 

Suri was sure it had been too early in their relationship for the bawling, tearful and angry call that she had made to him, but Jordan had been a natural; calming her over the phone with his voice, logical thinking, and humor. He had insisted she come by his house before she headed home, and had listened to her renewed and incoherent babbling. Rubbing her back, and holding her, she wondered how it had been without him in her life. 

And somehow after he had consoled her, Suri had ended up straddling Jordan, her arms locked around his neck, kissing him intently. She supposed it was meant to be a thank you, but what followed was much more. Feeling him beneath her, gripping her lower back before sliding down to squeeze her ass was achingly wonderful. And Jordan's low growls was evidence enough that she wasn't the only one who felt the heat. 

Due to scheduling they had been unable to see each other again before Jordan left, and so that delicious experience had been what was running through Suri's mind the entire evening. And what she was thinking while standing in front of the sink.

"I couldn't stay away" Jordan stated, moving into the kitchen and interrupting her erotic fantasy. His grin, slow and smooth, had Suri tightening her legs, hoping that the fluttering in her stomach wasn't visible in her face. His voice, along with his body, caused a reaction in her that was similar to a middle school crush.

Laughing, " That's fine... almost done and then we can relax." 

The kitchen was quiet, except for the clinking of glassware as Jordan watched Suri fill the dishwasher. And although there wasn't much being said, there was enough heat in the room to make his cock begin to tighten beneath his jeans and boxers. Jordan pulled out one of his kitchen chairs, scraping the bottom of the leg, and crashed into it. It had been a long day at the station, but he had been looking forward to this night since the last time they had spent together. He had wanted to make this night special.

Jordan had never dated a Black woman before, but he had wanted to take her the very first night they met, dreamed of countless positions... although honestly what guy wouldn't? She was petite, on the shy side of 5'3, although this was almost always changed by her penchant for high heels. Tonight, it was blue strappy things, although after a lifetime being around his sisters, mother, and ex-girlfriends, Jordan knew there was likely a fancy name for the color and and even longer shoe title. All he knew was that she looked nice; her toned legs were shapely, and her body was to die for. To Jordan, Suri's shoulder length black hair, curtained around a beautiful face. She had dark eyes, fringed with long eye lashes and, he knew, lips that were soft and perfect for licking and biting. 

Suffice to say, Jordan was truly enamoured. Of course, his buddies at the station got the toned down version but in reality, Jordan thought she was amazing, both inwardly kind and astonishingly beautiful. Since he was male, he had perfected the way to check out a woman without her noticing somewhere between the ages of eight and his big hit with puberty. He spent a majority of their time together doing just that, wondering if she was teasing him or if she really didn't know how alluring she was. 

On a Sunday after he had helped her run errands around town, they had gone to a local park for lunch. She had sat down next to him, closely, letting the heat from her body play havoc with his. And he had watched as she nonchalantly filled out the numbers in her Suduko book. He had watched her, intently, focusing to see if she checked what effect she was having on him, but no go.

As if reading his mind and to prove her lips weren't her only valuable asset, Jordan watched as Suri leaned over the wooden kitchen table using the dish rag to whisk the crumbs into her hand. Jordan watched, enthralled as her motions caused her yellow tank top to tighten across her breasts. As she reached for the middle of the table, Jordan's eyes rolled to the back of his head and he could hardly believe his luck. Trying to remain calm, Jordan tried focusing on anything other than the amazing site in front ofhim.

"Think of something... look somewhere else," Jordan mumbled to himself, as his eyes wandered around the kitchen. Jordan was more than pleased to have a place of his own. Jordan had grown up in a noisy household, spent the college years living with a variety of roommates in tiny apartments and houses, and had lived in the fire-station for the last couple of years. Jordan realized for his own sanity that his days living with somewhat random people was not for him and so he had purchased the house at the beginning of the summer.

His eyes landed on one of prized possessions in the house, his kitchen table. It had been recovered from an old fire station, and Jordan had spent countless hours sanding and refurbishing. As Jordan's grandfather would say it was the sturdy kind, not the namby-pamby stuff they sell today... Although at this moment, Jordan couldn't tell you the date he got the table or anything he had done to it. He was much more focused on the small hands running across the table top... dark hands that were soft, with medium length, polished nails... nails that would trail across his chest... slowly making their way down, through the hair, past his navel....

"Shit."

Suri looked up, asking what was wrong. Jordans answer of 'nothing', had her shrug before she brought the crumbs, cupped in her hands, to the kitchen sink and dumped them off there. She washed the sink, started the dishwasher, and placing the towel on a rack, turned around. Everything had been put away and except for Jordan's arms and a potted lily, the table was clear. She guessed that the flower was a house warming gift from his sister. Once when talking about his job, he had stated that although technically it was his duty to keep things out of harms way, he could kill a plant in less than a day.

"All done," Suri said, walking over to stand in front of Jordan.

"Good... I thought you'd be here all night".

Pretending to look hurt, "You wouldn't want me to be here all night?"

Realizing how his words had sounded, Jordan let silence fall between them. He realized that he should probably walk with her into the living room, and assuming she was like most women he had dated, talk to her before pouncing on her like a high school teenager on prom night. Although, if Suri had been his prom date the pouncing would have been justified... and he realized that a little makeout session in the kitchen would do everyone a little good. 

He finally answered, "Well, I definitely don't want your time spent here doing that." His arm came off the table and reached for Suri's back, pulling her between his legs.

Suri lowered herself down and nestled into his lap. Hearing him groan, she threw her head back and laughed. Suri could feel Jordan's hands slid under her thin tank, rubbing across her lower back. She leaned in, and pulled his lower lip into her mouth, sucking gently. Jordan's lips were slightly chapped and moist. She could smell the shampoo in his hair, evidence that he had showered before she arrived.

Leaning back, Suri breathed, "Thanks for dinner, J."

Jordan mumbled a quiet "You're welcome," before bringing Suri's head closer to his and taking her mouth. Although they had kissed many times it was still new enough to feel slightly unfamiliar. He licked her lips, indulging in the pink softness and remembering the outline of her mouth. Suri's moan of appreciation was close, and hot against his mouth and Jordan swirled his tongue further in. One hand slid up her back, slightly scrapping it, before making it's way slowly down, searching for the dimples high on her ass. His other hand was at the base of her neck, gently squeezing. 

Under her shirt Jordan touched Suri's orange bra before slipping his fingers within the lace, molding her breasts within his palm. Squeezing the soft underside and sliding upwards to her pert nipple. While Jordan's tongue moved and swirled within her mouth, his hand found her center, just beginning to harden. He pulled his hand away briefly, amidst Suri's groan to pull her shirt down to her waist. He picked up where he left off, playing a delicious beat while running his hands through her hair, squeezing and using his thumb to roll back and forth over her nipple. Suri arched her back allowing Jordan access to the clasp. Jordan flicked the clasp open and used one hand to pull the bra straps off both shoulders, watching as he did so, Suri's breasts fall out of their lacy confines. Awed, Jordan's hands swiftly went back to their task at hand. 

And Suri's breathing, deep shallow breaths mingled with drawn out moans, was all the encouragement he needed. Jordan kissed along Suri's jaw line before settling on her right earlobe. Pulling it between his teeth, he sucked gently, feeling Suri's breath on his neck. Suri's hands caressed Jordan's strong back and cradled his head with in her hands, enjoying the short bristles of his closely cropped hair.

"Ummmmm, that feels so good J."

Jordan grunted in acknowledgement and patiently took the time to travel her face and neck, working his way to the other ear.

"Oh, yeah Jordan... Oh, God," Suri panted feeling her body temp begin to rise, the past two weeks of sexual frustration rising to the forefront. 

Suri could feel the tight bulge in Jordan's pants beneath her ass and slid one hand from his back, up and down his upper thigh, before finally cradling his cock. Jordan, who had been lavishing wet attention to Suri's breasts, pulled his head back just a little, and moaned.

Suri loved the feeling of heat beneath her hands. The dark, and strangely exotic sounds that were rippling from Jordans mouth as she continued to slide her hand between his legs was empowering. Suri imagined staying there for some time, but the feel of Jordans hot lips on her neck had her head limply falling back and her hands faltering.

"I want you so bad", Jordan whispered, tightly... Suri could only hope that the strangled sound she made showed she was in full agreement.

Sitting at the edge of the table, Suri, nipples exposed, and panting, used both hands to caress Jordans chest, stomach and ever expanding cock. She had envisioned numerous ways their first time would be like. Most included her naked body pressed flush to Jordan's, grinding as both became more and more wet. Suri worked to pull off Jordan's belt, fumbling with the clasp. Jordan helped lower his jeans, stepping even closer to Suri. Jordan's cock which had been happily released from the jeans, was now standing upright within his black boxer-briefs.

She reached down, and over his briefs outlined Jordan's cock. Suri went lower still, taking his balls into the center of her palm before gently squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. Beneath her tight hand, Suri could feel the soft cotton, rubbing, the last barrier between her and Jordan's dick. His balls felt soft and weighted, while his cock remained firm.

Eyes shut, and painfully laughing, Jordan gasped out, "Shit.... we gotta go slower, babe. You're killing me right now."

The last thing Suri wanted to do was go slower, however she obliged and reluctantly removed her hand from Jordan's cock.

Jordan moved back to Suri's breast, this time much less polished, but more wet. He kissed down her small stomach, using his hands to massage her body. He meant resistance in the form of her jeans and worked rapidly to unbutton and pull them down.

Jordan used one hand to brace her back, and the other to rub his thumb over Suri's clit, still covered by her matching underwear. Suri, playing with her own breasts and hardened nipples, watched Jordan through hooded eyes. Between the feel of her own soft hands rubbing and Jordans silent assault on her pussy, she could feel a missed sensation between her legs. Suri used one hand to guide her black breast to her own mouth, swirling her tongue in tight circles.

The kitchen was silent except for the quiet, running dishwasher machine and the wet, sucking noises Suri was making again and again as she brought her breasts to her mouth. The sight laying on his table forced one hand to involuntarily slide beneath his briefs and go to his cock, encouraging him to rub it slowly back and forth, while one hand continued on Suri's pussy.

With little difficulty and help from Suri as she held her legs together, Jordan used his right hand to roll off the orange lace underwear, and could smell her pussy as the orange and lace was peeled off. With her ass at the edge of the table, Jordan watched as Suri writhed and began to rub her breasts harder. Her slit, now incredibly wet, was were his fingers found them selves running up and down, using his thumb to brush the hood of her clit. 

With one palm centrally focused on her pussy, Jordan let go of his hardened cock and lowered himself onto the chair, pulling it closer to the edge of the table, and thus closer to his girlfriends pink, wet pussy. Jordan brought his mouth to Suri, sucking on her clit, using the tip of his tongue to push back the hood.

"Ohhh, Yeah J.... that feels good" Suri moaned.

Her legs, one straddling his shoulder, the other laying down from the table moved restlessly. Jordan brought his index finger, running it up and down Suri's slit before finally gliding it into her pussy. Suri's wetness allowed it to be a smooth transition, and with his mouth pressed against her pussy, he could hear the slippery walls of her pussy tighten on his finger.

Jordan groaned against Suri, and the unexpected air had her arching her back against the wood table. Her hands, which had continued to play with her tight nipples now moved to his head pulling him closer to her.

Jordan's fingers had been moving at a steady pace, pushing in and out, curling at her deepest point. As Suri tightened her leg on his neck and writhed, Jordan added two more fingers and moved his wet, sloppy hands deeper and faster within the walls of her pussy. 

"Does that feel good baby" Jordan mumbled against her pussy.

"Yes, oh yeah"

Jordan's hand, tight on her ass, clenched and unclenched. His mouth worked furiously on her clit, licking and gently biting while his fingers sailed in and out.

Suri felt the familiar tingling within her body, a tightening in her belly. Jordans hands which ran over her ass, and tightening on her thigh, were rough and had her panting. Her hands were in his hair, gripping his head. Jordan's tongue, wet and hard, worked like a maze over her clit. Suri's hips rose to meet his mouth, straining to push herself harder and harder against him.

"OH.... oh, yes..." Suri gasped out the words. Her body, tense and taunt, was reeling as she reached her climax, heated, and wet, feeling the liquid pool between her legs.




Fireman's Table



For a moment, Suri's leg tightened on Jordans neck, before slacking and bouncing slightly on the edge of the wooden table. Jordan, taking his mouth away from Suri's pussy, glanced up and witnessed her chest heaving..

"Oh my god... oh my god..."

Jordan smiled, watching his girlfriend come down from her orgasm. He could feel his cock throbbing within his briefs and quickly bent over to take them off. 

Jordan met Suri's eyes, and she grinned devilishly. "That was good... very good."

"Yeah..." Jordan leaned down and took Suri's mouth into his own, possessively. With their mouths fused, he could feel her smooth breasts tight between them, and Suri could feel Jordans cock, heated and pulsing, against her stomach.

Suri moved one hand to Jordan's head, grabbing and pulling it closer to herself, while the other hand made short work of finding Jordan's cock, before grasping at his smooth and heavy balls.

"Shit....." Jordan groaned, close to Suri's mouth.

"Umm, I want you to fuck me, Jordan". As her hand traveled the length of his cock, she could just begin to feel wetness at the head.

Jordan leaned up, while digging his hands into Suri's ass. Taking his cock in his hand, he pressed it against Suri's still wet opening, forcing them both to groan. In a slow rhythm Jordan teased them both by gliding his cock up and down Suri's clit.

Breathing hard, Suri lifted her hips and wrapped both legs around Jordan's waist. Trembling, Suri watched Jordan's tanned chest and the light hair that lay down it. Her body was on high alert as she could feel tip of his cock being pushed into at an excruciatingly slow rate. Jordans first few strokes were unfamiliar, entering and learning her for the first time. As Jordan slid in and out, his cock out fell out, aided by Suri's slippery pussy.

Through the heat, Suri sighed and panted, "Our first awkward sex moment..."

Jordan smiled before guiding his cock back into Suri's opening, quieting both of them. Together, they created their own pace, pushing toward each other. Suri could feel Jordan's smooth balls as they slapped against her ass... could feel them beating against her. 

Jordan urged them on, evidenced by the sloppy noise as his cock pushed faster and faster within her. Taking time to make delicious circles deep against her pussy, Jordan would alternate between grinding against Suri's opening, and stopping altogether to try and prolong their pleasure. When he did so, Suri's soft whimpering and her own hips rising to meet his forced him to do otherwise.

With one hand above her, holding on to the edge of the table, Suri's other swirled between their bodies. Suri could feel Jordan's balls rubbing against her hand, before using Jordan's pre-cum on her clit. In a daze, unaware only of being with this sexy man, Suri brought her hand to her mouth... trailing it along her lips, and tasting Jordans tangy pre-cum mixed with her own. She sucked her finger clean, easily picturing herself between his knees, going down on him for the first time and feeling his cum within her mouth. With Jordan pumping in and out, and her own hand flying across her clit, Suri could feel herself building up again, a rarity.

"Oh god... I think I'm going to come again... oh, oh... don't stop!"

Jordan, who was close to his own edge, opened his eyes and could see Suri's breasts shaking up and down, could see the sweat that lay at her neck, on her chest and trailed down her stomach. Her pussy tightening around him as she climaxed, and the way she looked had him clenching his ass, preparing for his own onslaught.

The tops of his thighs, pushed against the table, as he slid faster and faster into Suri's wet and waiting pussy. His own sweat ran down his body, and he gripped her hips and ass tightly before feeling heat run through his cock.

The sound of the bumping table was joined by Jordan's deep moan, as he pushed himself into her pussy... slowing down before finally stopping. One hand still gripping her ass, Jordan let the other fall beside Suri's head and dropped his own between her breasts. He could hardly breath, but could smell their sex and was incredibly pleased. Suri held her legs for a little while longer around his waist, before letting them fall, and rubbing her hand up and down his back, stopping to squeeze and slightly slap his ass.

Jordan's cock, coated with evidence of their passionate sex, fell, with an undignified plop, out of Suri's pussy. The light chill, reminded him they were in the kitchen and would likely use the downstairs bathroom to clean up... hopefully before continuing this latest adventure on the second floor.

When the minuets had passed, and he could feel Suri massaging his head Jordan leaned up, and saw her watching him.

Suddenly shy, Suri whispered, "That was amazing."

Jordan grinned and kissed Suri hotly on the mouth, pushing past her lips with his tongue.

"That was better than amazing."

Laughing, Suri threw both arms around Jordan... "You guys always think you're hot shit"... Her mouth made its way back to Jordans, before she pulled back and hugged him tightly to her body.

He returned the embrace and close to her ear responded, "Let's get cleaned up."

His table, which was already a dear possession, had new found meaning after this. He was already hoping the same could be said for his bed... and the bathroom....



Firemen are the Hottest



This is a story for Malia. A hot, sweet Asian honey. Providing inspiration from her Literotica Amateur Picture thread over on the forums

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It is not easy being the first, and only, women fire fighter at the 659, but it does have its advantages.

We were on the way back to the station after a rough call out. Sitting in silence, covered in soot and grime from the fire we had just attended. No human casualties, just a lot of property damage this time.

The ladder truck I was water pump jockey on made its way slowly through the early evening traffic. The mood was sullen, everyone had put in a big effort to make sure no one was injured in the blaze.

As the truck pulled into the station we all bundled out and immediately started into our assigned duties to be carried out upon returning to the station, cleaning, drying and all.

After 30 minutes or so we had all the equipment shipshape and could relax with a hot shower and a meal.

This was the first problem, as I was the only women at the station, construction of the female showers had not been finished yet. I had to use the male ones. It had been agreed that I would get to use the showers by myself first, then the guys could have their turn.

This agreement had been working well for the last five weeks or so. However, on the Monday just gone we had taken on some new rookies and, going by what happened next, they had not been told of the shower arrangements.

Turning on the shower I let the water flow to build up the heat. Stripping out of my t‑shirt and trousers I stood there waiting in my bra and panties. On the back of the door to the locker room a mirror was reflecting a dark haired, high cheeked Asian honey. My bra holding firm and rounded breasts. My dark olive skin was interrupted by the fabric of my panties that covered a tuft of dark curls. My hips fell away to firm thighs and strong calves. A couple of bruises and scrapes were scattered over the scene, but these are the norm for such a physical profession as fire fighting.

As the steam from the water built up I started to feel the grime and soot over my skin begin to combine with my sweat to form droplets that ran down my body. I started to move my hands over my skin wiping at the drops. The soot causing a tingling sensation under my fingers. Moving a hand over my stomach I felt the need to slip a little lower. Pushing down under the elastic of my panties I felt the curls of my pubes tangle in my fingers. Giving a little tug caused me to throw back my head and I emitted a low groan.

Feeling that the water was up to temperature I moved under the shower and allowed the water to cascade down over my bra covered breasts. My breasts are not the biggest, or plumpest, going around, but every guy who has a chance to see them in the raw has said they are perfect for the proportions of the rest of my hard, fit body.

The water had started to make the bra fabric stick to my nipples and they started to harden. If there is one aspect of my body that I am proud of, and sometimes cursed with, it is the hard, prominent nipples that stand to attention on the smallest of provocation. I started to rub them through the wet fabric of my bra. Emitting more moans of pleasure as sensations of pure electricity flowed through my body.

Now with one hand massaging my nipples and the other below the fabric of my panties I was too involved with myself to hear the door open and the two rookies enter the locker room.

As I stood there under the shower in my own little piece of heaven they stood watching. As I stroked over the fabric of my bra and moved under the material of my panties the scene was becoming too hot for them. After a few minutes one of the rookies gave a little cough. As I looked over, what I saw added to my pleasure and I stroked faster.

One of the rookies was naked, his thick, erect cock was being stroked by his large, callused hand. The other still had a towel wrapped around his waist, but his erection was protruding through the crack and was being stroked in short, quick motions.

Seeing that they seemed to be happy with their own ministrations I continued to pleasure myself, but now putting on the show for them. Looking directly at them as my fingers caressed my hard nub of desire. My nipples were fully erect and becoming sensitive to my motion over them. Little bolts of pain began to be emitted from them with each stoke across the fabric. Needing a smoother caress I released my hand from its trap in my panties and undid my bra. Now released from their constraint my dark nipples stood erect from my chest. I took the opportunity to push down my panties exposing for the first time my black tuft of curls to the water cascading down my body.

I continued to pleasure myself, now naked, before these two hunks of man flesh. They were getting closer to their own release.

"Cum for me you hunks", were the first words spoken as I started to feel the movement of my fingers over my lips and clit raise the pleasure I desired.

"Cum for me, cum for me now."

Both of them started to stroke faster. I spread my legs a little more and inserted two fingers. Feeling my own moisture combining with the cascading warmth of the shower. My stroking increased to keep in time with the rookies.

In, out. Pushing, sliding.

Wetter, hotter.

Suddenly one of the rookies lets out a groan, and his knees started to buckle as his cock let fly a thick stream of white paste.

"That's it you chunk of spunk. Cum for me, cum hard." I growled over my own motions.

As I sped up, I felt the edge getting near. A heat building. It was my turn to start moaning. I heard the other rookie begin to groan. Looking at his body I saw his stomach muscles clench and he paused his motions. Then wham, a thrust forward with his hips and he released his stream of cum.

Now both of them were groaning as their cocks were being tormented into giving forth more of their man cream.

Jerking, moaning. Thrusting, cumming.

Seeing the pleasure I was giving these two had me ready to reach my own peak. I felt my own tension rise. My knees jerk. Stomach muscles clench. I let out a throaty cry as my fingers below were trapped in my pussy.

I cum.

Another thrust of my fingers, another pulse of my muscles, more nectar to the flow.

My knees could not hold me. I collapsed to the floor as another spasm racked my body. "Fuck!" was all I could pant as the shower spray continued to mix with my spendings across the shower floor.

As I sat there panting, trying to get my breath back, my audience had recovered from their own collapses and made their way over to me in the shower stall. Standing there letting the water cascade down over their muscular, hairy pecks. Down over taut stomachs, hints of 6 packs there. The two cocks; flaccid and at my eye level, looked so tantalising. I just had to have a lick.

Grabbing each of the rookies' fire hoses I started to gently stroke them. The softness of the skin as it moved back and forwards over their hardening lengths had me wanting to taste them.

I started to lean in to place a kiss on one of the skin helmets, but stopped and asked what his name was. He replied James. With that I continued to place a light kiss on James' now hard cock while continuing to stroke the other rookie's.

James' cock had a salty, tangy taste from his previous spending. I let out a low moan on his cock. The vibrations made him jerk his hips pushing his cock further into my mouth. After a few strokes I released James from my mouth and turned to the other rookie. As I look up to his eyes he stammers Rodger as his name. I winked at him and leaned in to place a kiss on his helmet. His cock was wider than James' and I had to open my mouth wider to let in slip in. I started to apply suction as I bobbed back and forth continuing to stroke the both now fully erect fire hoses.

As I built up a rhythm I switched back to James' hose and applied my mouth there. Switching back to Rodger after a few strokes. I continued to switch until James let out a groan and his knees gave a little. Feeling that both of of them were close I slowed my stroking. I looked up to both of them and said that I needed one of these fireman's hoses in my pussy and I want it damn quick.

With that Rodger lifted me up and indicated to James to lay back over the bench. Rodger led me over to James and bent me over reintroducing me to James' stiff fireman's pole.

I wrapped my fingers around his soft hardness again. Running my fingers slowly up and down the ridges of the veins, then up over the flare of the helmet. Bending in I slowly placed my lips against the tip, opening my lips to slide further down his shaft. I felt Rodger move up behind me, my pussy fully exposed to him. He began to run his fingers up and down my slit. Massaging my curls with his fingers, mixing in my juices.

As Rodger massaged my hot, wet pussy lips I could feel him rubbing his thick hardness between my ass cheeks. I moved my hips, rubbing against him, feeling him grow. He continued to slide his rough fingers up and down over my wet sex, slipping one in. This new intruder forced a moan from me which reverberated against James' saliva covered cock, he in turn let out a groan.

I spread my stance a little to give him full access. He moved his cock against my swollen lips and rubbed a few times to make sure it was lubricated. I let out a little squeak of surprise as he pushed his hard, wide hose into me. The girth of his member stretched me as he buried himself up to the hilt. I felt him slowly retract from me, only to ram home again. Building up a rhythm, he pounded into me. His thighs slapped against mine. To gain more purchase he placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back onto to his cock with each stroke.

Slap, slap. 

With Rodger pumping into my pussy my attentions to James' cock were beginning to have an effect. His hips were lifting from the bench to meet my mouth. The tip of his cock was pushing against my throat. I started to gag on each thrust, but I was in control, I was able to back off without lessening his pleasure.

Stroking, sucking, pounding, ramming. Slap, slurp. Slap, slurp.

James started to groan, his knuckles clenched as he tried to hold back, but I did not let up. Tugging, sucking on his pole. I wanted to taste him, swallow him.

Rodger was quickening his pace, he was starting to lift my body, my feet leaving the floor with each thrust into me. His grunts became faster, shorter.

Building.

Rodger suddenly pulled from me and I felt his warm cum spurt onto my back. My pussy muscles spasmed, wanting the thick rod to come back. At the same moment James gave a loud "Oh fuck!" and shot a load into my eager mouth. His cum tasting sweet and warm.

I continued to stroke him, wanting more. Stroking faster until another grunt and another load.

As I started to relax, I did not feel totally satisfied, I needed more. However, the thought was forgotten for the moment as loud and energetic applause broke out from three other fireman now standing in the door to the locker room.

To be clitinued...