1 comments/ 20505 views/ 2 favorites First Class By: KerrFuffle She'd been sitting next to him on the plane for hours now and she felt like she was going to come apart. That was the trouble with First Class, she thought, those goddam roomy leather seats that would be so perfect for fucking if only everyone else would just keep their noses in their fucking Da Vinci codes while the grown-ups rutted like dirty animals in heat. She'd been sending her seatmate telepathic messages ever since they sat down, but his antennae didn't seem to be picking up her signals. Didn't he see the line of sweat trickling down between her magnificent tits, her beautiful, luscious, they-don't-make-them-like-this-anymore big-ass tits? She had tried to show him when she removed her cardigan, one slow button at a time, leaning forward awkwardly as if she didn't have enough room, twisting her frame toward him full on, practically falling into his lap as she offered an "excuse me" that she obviously didn't mean. The one line she wouldn't cross to get his attention was acting like a dumb girl. That was the last thing she was. She'd been a tough, smart hot-blooded woman since her very first period, ignited by the awakening sex that took hold of her like a broom handle shoved up her ass. She was the eighth grader with the biggest rack in school, the kind that gave boys hard-ons they couldn't hide; she wanted to grab every one with both hands and squeeze their iron cocks in a death grip and wring every drop of cum she could extract from their aching balls. It took no time at all before the animal sex drives of the hot aggressive boys overcame their sweaty humiliation and they advanced on her. Her excited nipples were so big and so constantly hard that they protruded through every bra and sweater she wore, sending out a beacon to all nearby young men in heat. When boys approached her or, just as often, when she approached boys, they would both be flushed like fire hydrants from head to toe, ready to explode from trying to contain themselves while they really wanted to fuck and suck and eat and lick and blow and fuck and suck some more, covering themselves in sweat and cum and stink. Before too long, their self-restraint gave way and she devoured as many boys as she possibly could. They buried their faces deep into her un-fucking-believable tits, and squeezed them much too hard, pinching her udder-sized nipples much too hard, and still she told them she wanted "more, more, more." The first time a boy inserted his ample cock between her tits she knew the singular joys that only come from depravity. Instinctively, she locked his cock between her smooth mammalian flesh, and pushed and pulled the compressed cheeks of his ass until he released ribbon after ribbon of disgusting sticky mess that she rubbed all over her chest while she fingered herself like a jackhammer. Oral sex was another revelation beyond anything imaginable. The first boy who asked her to blow him was too young to appreciate what an enormous cock he carried, and he didn't have to ask her twice. She threw him down on her pink bed in her parents and tore off his belt, yanked down his zipper, and dove inside his boxers without even removing them. The size of the cock, its complete rigidity, its beautiful arch, the ugly veins that trailed its prodigious length, the scraggly, wiry hair that engulfed his glorious balls, all of it belonged to her alone to mistreat however she wished. Her imagination did not let her down, as she two-fisted his pole and stuffed it into her open and waiting mouth, never, it almost seemed, to be seen or heard from again. She sucked him fiercely, pumping like a piston doing 80, slobbering her spit everywhere, scraping with her teeth, making him jump, but not letting up on her vice grip. She took both balls into her mouth, first separately, then together, while she raked his cock with her fingernails, scraping him raw before swallowing all of him and covering him with the soothing juice of her steaming mouth. She did not let him pace himself, she just fiercely attacked him with every weapon at her disposal with no regard for hygiene or safety. She knew she was in for a terrible mess, but she pressed on without relenting in any way, her only concern being to make his sexual stimulation as unbearable as possible. He came with a roar, a stiffening like rigor mortis that drove his entire body through the head of his penis and out the opening, shooting wave after wave of warm disgusting glue into her ready mouth, as she made no effort to withdraw or protect herself, the goo running over her lips and down her neck telling her that she had done it just right. She fucked a boy – a different boy – for the first time two days later. They'd been to the movies and spent the whole two hours feeling each other up. Her panties were soaked, her bra was stretch in every direction, her lips were puffy and swollen, her tongue ached from overuse, and they were both breathing like sled dogs. She made him cum twice in his pants and her hands were sticky as if she'd gone swimming in it. As they dove into the car afterward, they just drove around the back of the mall next to the dumpsters and the loading docks and scrambled into the back seat, shedding their pants and shoes and socks on the way. She pushed him back against the door as he tore open her shirt and wrenched off her bra. The windows were coated in thick fog from the radiant heat emanating from their fevered bodies. She drove her tongue into his mouth as he helped himself to handfuls of her tits, as she reached around to find his hard cock, ready for action, which she put to immediate use. She gripped it into position and sat back on to her full, ripe ass as he cantilevered his was into the canal of her pussy, ready to elongate itself to receive him however deeply he was prepared to penetrate her until there was no room left. He took fierce possession of her buttocks checks, leaving marks as he heaved her full weight in the service of his buried cock. She straight-armed his chest with both hands, rocking her pelvis to pulsate the hole he was filling so nicely, changing course to grind her clit into his pubic bone, making her think she was going to faint from the overwhelming concentration of intense pleasure that engulfed the entire region between her legs. She punished her cunt with his metallic weapon, making it hurt him as much as it hurt her. He seized control of her pendulating breasts, squeezing them with all his strength which she willingly absorbed, shoving her tits to his face so he would abuse her stiffened nipples with his lips and mouth and teeth. His teeth hurt her, so she made him keep doing it, while she made sharp begging noises and ratcheted her pussy harder and faster, forcing her to release nastier noises laced with foul, disgusting profanity of the "motherfucker, cocksucker, oh god, fuck my cunt, yeah, fuck me, yeah, my cunt, my fucking cunt, keep fucking my pussy with your fucking cock" variety. You could have sold tickets. She hadn't known girls could receive oral sex until one time in high school when she'd "forgotten" to wear panties and she kept letting her mini-skirt creep up her thighs until finally Mr. Goldberg noticed something unusual about the way she was slouched down in her seat with her legs wide apart. He made her stay after class and explain what she thought she was doing, which wasn't easy since he clearly had this big stiffie in his pants. So she asked him if there was anything she could do and he ran to lock the door and pull down the shades, and before she knew what was going on his face was buried in her pussy and she could not stop cumming no many how many orgasms he sucked out of her swollen and hardened clit. After that, she asked every boy she was with to do that to her. The first time she ate another girl was in college when she was pledging her sorority. Everyone had been led down into the basement and told to strip from the waist down, which was also the first time she had seen a shaved pussy. The older girls picked two pledges and made one lay on the couch on her back with her knees up, while they pushed the other's face down into her crotch. She watched the shocked expressions on all the other girl's faces, but all she was thinking was when will it be my turn, as she drove three fingers into her dripping box. When her turn finally came, she didn't need any help pushing her partner down, as she grabbed her thighs and buried her face and stuffed her tongue deep in the girl's wet and smelly hole and she thought she would faint from the disgusting pleasure of it all. She made that girl scream and ended up doing three more girls, two pledges and a senior, who spun around to wedge her face under her pussy and pushed her ass down with both hands so they were both eating each other at the same time, which she later found out was called 69. She drenched that girl's hair with the juice from inside her and to this day nothing makes her cum more than doing 69 with a beautiful woman. One time a handsome tennis stud was going down on her gloriously. He was a real expert, patient and slow, making her squirm uncontrollably as he fucked her with his fingers while he lovingly sucked her clit, making her spasm and whimper and, for the first time ever, spray hot liquid all over his face. She grabbed her thighs and pulled her knees back to her head and rolled her ass up to the ceiling so he could climb deeper inside her and violate her completely. Suddenly, she couldn't feel his tongue in her pussy, but she thought that she could feel something touching her asshole. Straining to raise her head and see what the hell was going on, she saw that he was painting her shit hole with his tongue, make long strokes up her crack and then flicking and probing the hole, while he punished her clit with his thumb. This isn't possible, she thought, as she involuntarily reached for her ass cheeks, which she spread as wide as possible to give him more room, which he immediately took advantage of. When he buried several fingers deep inside her pussy, she squirted herself all over his face and her head fell back onto the bed. She made some noise, but it was unrecognizable to her. Now she was sure she could feel something going inside her asshole and when she looked up again the long beautiful middle finger of his right hand was buried up to the hilt of her ass. His tongue returned to her pussy while he slowly withdrew his finger, and then slowly slid it back in. As he repeated this maneuver, she could feel her cum replenishing, and she actually started to worry that she wouldn't be able to handle the mounting orgasm that was gathering itself from somewhere deep inside. His finger kept churning her ass with increasing speed, and somehow she made him push it in deeper until it started to hurt deliciously and it needed to be much faster. She squirmed under him and rocked her ass and pulled his hand and made him ream her faster and harder and wrapped her legs around his back and got ready for the approaching spasms. He did not relent with his mouth, sucking her clit between his teeth and ramming his finger in and out of her ass as deep as it would go and then some, and she knew the orgasm was marching through her and that she had better just get out of the way, let this man finger fuck her anally and eat her pussy and suck her clit and when the fluid came it would not stop, as it sprayed everywhere for an unknown amount of time, and now she knew she was making a lot of noise, no words, but very high pitched, shaking violently, as she grabbed his hand so he couldn't take his finger from her shitting place, while she rode it out as best she could. She came so hard it scared her. Of course, he was the first man who ass-fucked her for real. Ever since he'd finger her ass that's all she could think about for days, and she masturbated obsessively with her own finger embedded deep in her behind. But it wasn't enough. She tried dildos and vibrators and plugs and vegetables but none of them satisfied. Finally, she called him at his parent's house and said she needed his cock up her ass right away. He told her to come right over before his mother got home and she raced out to the car. He met her at the door and they banged up the stairs to his room, falling on the bed as they ripped off their clothes. She swallowed his entire hard-on while playing with his balls, as he shoved his face into her wet cunt. It wasn't long before he was rimming her asshole again, which drove her so crazy she removed his cock from her face and dove for his shit end. After just a moment's hesitation, she explored him with her own tongue, carefully at first, and then slobbering him and spreading his cheeks wide apart. When he jammed his finger into her tight ass, she violated his with her own, and frictioned her clit and her wide-open pussy across his face. She began cumming immediately, which only made her stick her finger farther up his ass, causing him to reciprocate roughly. The pain was intolerable and exquisite. The orgasms spilled out of her like dirty words. She couldn't wait any longer. She sat up abruptly, extricating both of their fingers from their respective asses, and forced him back down onto the bed. She straddled him from above, and smeared cunt juice all over and inside her asshole. This was going to hurt, she knew, she just knew it. She grabbed his iron cock and positioned her asshole right above him, pushing out her anus to widen the opening as much as possible. Lowering herself and leading him in at the same time, she searched for a way past the protective sphincter muscles. There was some resistance, but also a compelling invitation, a desire for complete penetration that relaxed her muscles and enveloped his insistent cock. It was excruciating, not because it hurt so much, but because it felt so dirty. There was a tightness, a fusing, a feeling of forced invasion that vaginal intercourse did not provide. She closed her eyes and threw her head back and pushed her chest out as she lowered her weight down onto him and took more and more of his dick up her grateful ass, until she found the point of refusal, making sure there was nowhere else to go. Finding his fingers deep in her cunt and his thumb mashing her clit, she clutched at her tits and pinched and pulled her nipples, trying to extend the sensation throughout her body. Her hips ground involuntarily, front to back, side to side, and she reached back for his tight ball sack, while he continued to impale her on his rod for all he was worth. His mother suddenly opened the door and took in the tableau displayed before her in all its glory, just as he was filling her shitter with his plentiful cum, with his mouth full of her bursting nipples and her long hair had covering her face. Neither lover paid the mother any mind. There had been other sexual firsts that followed those early years involving threesomes, foursomes and moresums. She was a welcome guest at every invitation-only sex party where she encountered and participated in one new thing after another, including positions, techniques, toys, machines, games, places, lubricants, apparel, harnesses, and other contraptions. Every new experience enlarged her repertoire and brought new kinds of ecstasy into her abundant sexual life. And now, sitting on this plane, in the grandiose luxury of First Class, with its sumptuous and roomy leather seats and ample leg room, sharing a two-seat row with a handsome and virile-appearing young man a few years her junior, her brain had settled into a sex jag that would not relent and could not be assuaged. She had pretended to be rubbing lint of her blouse so she could sneek a nipple squeeze, but it felt too good and she left her hands there too long. She did not delude herself into thinking she was being discrete. She tried diddling her crotch with her hand under a blanket, but it was all too obvious, even in peripheral vision, what she was up to, and she couldn't do it nearly vigorously enough to satisfy. Finally, she had to do something, so she leaned heavily over to her neighbor, placing her hand on his muscular thigh, to ask if he could let her move into the aisle and head to the bathroom. It wouldn't be the first time she frigged herself in an airplane bathroom. As she moved across him, she gave him one more close-up view of her soft, smooth and plentiful breasts, even lingering a little beyond the time needed to get by and offering what she had found in the past to be sufficient eye contact to complete the message. There was no one else waiting for the loo, so she pushed in the folding doors and made her way in to the tiny cubicle. Before she could begin, with her back still facing the door, she was joined in the confined space by her seatmate, who welcomed himself in by fusing his abdomen to her back and buttocks and reaching around to the front of her to help himself to gluttonous possession of her opulent breasts. They turned to face each other and bury their tongues as deeply as they could manage and explore the wet deep darkness of each other's mouths. As their faces separated, they breathed deeply for a few moments, before saying, "Well, how should we begin?" First Class An hour into my first class as a nude art model, the instructor told me to get into a pose I could hold for 20 minutes. I was on a platform in the middle of the room with about ten students, two of them male, stood around me in a semicircle. I got down on my knees, put my forearms on the floor, and rested my head on my clasped hands. One of the men called out "Great pose!" with such enthusiasm that for the first time in that session I felt really, really naked. Why in the hell did I pick this pose? I recently spent two classes as a model at a local College of Art and Design. I hadn't done any nude work before but I love art and an artist friend of mine had been telling me I should pose for some time. So I decided to do what normal people are curious about but are too normal to do themselves. After I left a message at the school signifying my availability, the model coordinator, Silvia called me for a preliminary interview. It turned out to be no problem that I'd never modeled nude before, as long as I was willing to be nude for my maiden voyage. Silvia invited me for an in-person interview, where she quickly approved me then gave some crucial advice. She said I should bring a bathrobe to class to wear during breaks. "You don't want to be" she cupped her hands mid-chest, "hanging out." I didn't think my chest was that big were I would be. I had met the two essential model requirements: I owned a bathrobe. I was willing to take it off. Silvia consulted her schedule. She penciled me in for one teacher then changed her mind. "No. One of the models told me this instructor likes the models to walk around and interact with the students". I wondered what I was signing myself up for. Was I supposed to sidle up to a young artist and say, "Is that a paintbrush in your pocket?" She considered another class. I filled out the employment application, Silvia gave me a list of guidelines, which included my right to ask that the heat be turned up and my obligation to "use proper hygiene at all times." Silvia finally settled on an evening class, consisting largely of adult-education students. I would be paid $25 an hour. I wondered why it was so hard to find and keep models. It sounded like the ideal job: earning a damn good wage just to sit on your ass. The night before I was nervous, looking at myself naked in front of the mirror seeing every flaw of my body. I cupped my breasts with my hands, lifting them up a bit wishing they would stay where they had been when I was in my early twenties. I watched my thick nipples get hard yearning for a man to be here sucking them. I dropped them quickly because I had other things to worry about. I turned around to look at my back and was happy to see my ass was still nice and firm. When I turned back around I scrutinized the tuft of brown hair between my legs. I had let it grow out after breaking up with Steven, and now it looked a mess. The top was a long thicket of hair that had started to creep down over the top of my pussy, and the rest my pussy was now covered with tiny fine brown hairs. I normally keep myself smooth with just a tiny V of fine brown hair just above my pussy. I don't like anything to get in the way when my man is giving me one of my favorite sexual pleasures. There was no way anyone was going to see me like this, but I was apprehensive about shaving to my normal look. I didn't want to completely expose myself to a bunch of students. After some thought I got the razor and went to work, getting myself back to my usual look. After giving my pussy all of that attention it wasn't long before I was in the shower finger worshiping my pussy and shuddering with a powerful orgasm On the scheduled night I arrived early, after going through what I realized was the silly-under-the-circumstances ritual of wondering what to wear. I changed into my white terry bathrobe in the restroom and waited in the classroom while the students arrived. I was relieved to see they were almost all women between the ages of 20 and 60. Melissa the instructor asked me to start with 10 one-minute poses. I asked if she had any particular poses in mind. She shook her head, "I never tell models what to do." Let me tell you the distinction between naked and nude. Naked is when you step out of the shower before you've put on your bathrobe. Nude is when you drop your robe in front of a roomful of art students. As I undid the sash to my robe, I had the momentary thought that I could say, "I don't know what I was thinking," then grab my clothes and run. But I opened the sash, took off my robe, and stepped up on the platform. I stood there, suppressing a strong desire to giggle, thank god, the students suppressed their giggles, too as I tried to think of appropriate poses. I wanted to do something neither sultry nor stiff. I began doing yoga-like twists, but with my being undressed and all, I was afraid it had the appearance of yoga porn. I found it was easier than parading around in my bathing suit and high heels when I was 24 trying to be Ms. Dallas. Then I was trying to convince people that my corseted and padded body had allure over other girls that where full of plastic. Now I was just a bunch of spheres. Maybe a slightly deflated sphere here and there, but spheres and angles in space. It felt like that dream in which find yourself in class naked, when you know things aren't right, but there you are. So you try to act cool and unattached and give the impression you always meant to show up without any clothes. During a break I put on my robe and looked at some of the drawings. In some portraits I was lithe and limber; in others I was curvy and sexy. I was fascinated how each artist interpreted my body differently. Melissa had me move on to a series of longer poses, and I was starting to relax about the whole thing when a handsome black man wearing a Kenneth Cole blue striped shirt, dark indigo fitted jeans and carrying a 6-foot-long canvas arrived. He found a place at the edge of the circle with a view of my backside, propped up his canvas, and complimented my pose. My skin tingled and I felt even more naked. His gaze was affecting my concentration. As I listened to Melissa critique the other students, the black man continued to distract me. While the other students drew me in pencil or charcoal, he attacked his canvas furiously with paints and numerous brushes. It sounded like he was sanding an old dresser. At the next break I again looked at the portraits. I was flattered to be the object of so much attention. One sketch was a feet-first foreshortened view, another an examination of my shoulder, arm, and neck. Then I got to Mr. Black man's canvas. There he had painted a luminous, opalescent, emerald-hued portrait of my ass. The colors were so sensual and passionate I felt my body heat up and my pussy had become moist. I wanted to buy it, I wanted to hug him for making me look so sexy, but I said and did nothing. One of the rules was that I couldn't comment on the students' work unless asked. I was relieved when Melissa ended the class at that point because the whole class might have gotten a glimpse of the moisture gathering between my legs. I quickly got dressed and made my way out of the classroom to find my black man with his painting of me. To my dismay he was nowhere in sight. By the time I walked through my front door my panties where soaked. My mind flashed the image of his painting over and over in my head, along with the image of his dark cock fucking me in the same beautiful passion as the painting. I had spent half of that night giving my body to him in my naughty fantasies and woke up with a sore pussy and my hand clenching my biggest toy. I eagerly agreed to model for another class anxiously hoping to see my black painter. This time I would make sure I would meet him. Shortly before the class the model coordinator let me know there would be another model posing with me. I said that was fine but worried about the direction we might be moving in. I did not want to share my Black painter with another model. The day before, I discussed with my girlfriend my upcoming adventure with the other model and she raised a horrifying possibility. "Wiener?" she asked. The question loomed till the one o'clock class. I watched as Melissa and the students took their places around the platform. I hung around in my bathrobe eagerly waiting for Mr. Black painter to arrive with apprehension coursing through my body and at the same time trying to stay composed while waiting for the other model. My Black painter showed with canvas in hand. Moments later the other model arrived and I was relieved to see no wiener. Furonda was in her 20s, very dark skinned black girl, tall and curved in all the right places. I was less relieved when we took off our robes. She slid out of her little red silk Chinese wrap, revealing how young and gravity-defiant she was. As I pulled off my bulky white terrycloth robe, I consoled myself that we'd make a nice contrast for the students and I knew my painter would do something exotic with us. Melissa was more directive this time, telling us how to pose. She positioned Furonda behind me close enough so that I could feel her large nipples poking in my back. I was positioned directly in front of one of the male students. He stared at us, held up a pencil, moved it back and forth and squinted with his other eye shut. He looked like a cartoon of an artist at work. I wanted to call out, "Where's your beret?" Melissa posed us in a series of intertwined positions a few minutes each. I focused my eyes on my Black painter every time I could. His brush danced over his canvas and I wondered what kind of colorful erotic creations he was coming up with. His eyes where so deep and focused on his work and his hand moved with ease as if he was making love to the canvas. I began to imagine his dark sexy hand, working me like he worked his canvas. Bringing my body to life with just the touch of his hands. Making me ache for him. Opening my body up and filling me with the same beautiful passion that was in his paintings. Class ended and this time there was no way I was going to let my Black painter leave the building with out our meeting. His name was Tyson and he was as deep and interesting as his paintings. We found ourselves in his studio where he showed me a number of his works, each more interesting than the last. The more time I spent with him the more I wanted him. When he asked if I could pose for him again outside of class, I couldn't get out of my clothes quickly enough. Tyson posed me on a red chaise lying back on the chair. He placed my legs apart hanging off each corner of the soft cushion with one of my black Prada pumps dangling from my left big toe. Tyson moved my left arm to the arm of the chair and positioned my right hand on the "V" of my pussy hair. Tyson quickly when to work on his canvas while I stared into his intense eyes. As he painted my naked form, my yearning for him grew to an ache. With reach brush stroke I could feel the blood rushing to my clit. My chest began to heave up and down as my breath became heavier. Tyson continued to paint not noticing my battle I fought with myself to control the urge to surrender and stroke my clit. "So how many women have you had on this chaise," I asked trying to distract my unvarying desires. "You're the first, and only," Tyson smoothly replied without missing a stroke of his brush. His answer energized me even more because for some reason I knew deep down it was true. I began to sense my pussy come into bloom and its nectar dripped down the supple folds of my ass. My body craved Tyson's touch and his tongue. I needed him to stroke me in the same way that his brush was caressing his canvas. A torturous 20 minutes later Tyson moved back from his canvas. "It's done," he said with a sexy satisfied grin on his face. "Don't move yet, I want to show it to you while you are in the same position." When Tyson turned the canvas to me my mouth dropped open in awe. The colors exploded from the canvas in a way that I had never seen. I never knew I could look so sexy and fervent in all my life. "That's not me, that can't be me," I said in disbelief. "Do you not like it Victoria?" Tyson asked. "Oh god no, I love it Tyson, but I'm not that beautiful or that sexy." "Yes you are, you are the most exquisite woman I have ever seen. You're more than a work of art, you are a true beauty," Tyson said as he lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my moist fingertips. A deep moan escaped my body, "I want you so bad right now Tyson." "I want you too," he said hoarsely and then he moved his wonderful mouth slowly to my upper thigh. My head jerked back and my thighs encouraged him to my sex. Seconds later Tyson answered my invitation as I felt the warm moistness of his lips kissing my lips below. My head fell to the soft cushion beneath me. My eyes closed and my hand grasped his head as I urged him to consume my pussy. His hands opened my legs wider and my hips pushed upward to meet his passionate kisses. Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought a man would kiss my lower lips before the lips on my face. The feeling was deliciously naughty and I loved it more than I could have ever anticipated. Tyson began to bathe my delicate lips with slow and wide licks, all the time avoiding my throbbing clit. The concentrated pleasure rolled up to snap my neck, and then reversed its path, running the length of my body until my clenching toes trembled. I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed the back of Tyson's neck and forced his face hard against my pulsating cunt. "Eat my aching pussy baby, eat it," I commanded as I ground my sex all over his face. Tyson ripped my hand from the back of his neck and began to eat me and finger fuck me at his own artistic pace. The feeling was one like I never felt before. Yes, I've had men go down on me before but the way Tyson worked my cunt was absolutely beyond description. My breathing altered to crisp, ragged patterns, increasing in strength to match the volume of my moans. My body rippled under his fervent moves, pushing my body into almost agonizing spasms of lust. I found myself curled up into a ball on the chaise, my eyes moist from tears of elation, and my body shivering like a leaf in the wind. I lay still for a moment, hearing the pounding of my heart in my ears. I then felt a burst of adrenalin coursing through my veins and energized by the pleasure my Black lover had given me, I sprang up to grab a fistful of Tyson's shirt pulling him down with me. I pulled and ripped at his clothes until his sexy body was completely nude in front of me. My eyes then beheld his extraordinary ebony manhood throbbing in front of me. "Not yet," Tyson said as my hands sought out his sex. He pushed them away and quickly turned me over on my knees placing one on the arm of the chaise. He then licked my salivating pussy with his whole tongue, causing me to cry out and slap my ass to open it wider for him. I felt the heat of his sex flicker over my clit. My nails dug deep into the flesh of my ass. I didn't want to wait another second for Tyson to give me the cock that I so desperately needed. Tyson didn't make me wait. I experienced the breathtaking sensation of his cock entering my pussy and filling me substantially. His motions were tortuously slow and deliberate at first, teasing me into a deepening lust for more. My pussy clung to his ebony cock trying not to relinquish an inch of it. I pushed back in sync with the motions of Tyson's wonderfully meaty cock filling me over and over again as his heavy balls slapped exquisitely against my clit. My back arched and every muscle in my body pulled taught, straining to experience every one of the beautiful sensations that coursed through my body. I started to moan louder then I ever had before. I didn't care who might hear me. My cunt pulsated and contracted and jolts of pleasure shot out from my very core to every nerve ending. My body pulled away from Tyson and I collapsed on the chaise, exhausted and twitching like a flounder out of water. I lay there helplessly for a moment feeling the powerful aftershocks of my second orgasm of the night. I looked over my left shoulder to see Tyson's body towering over me like an ebony Roman God. His dark body gleaming in the soft light of the room and his wonderful cock, glazed with my cream, still standing at attention. "You are so fucking good," I panted as I took his throbbing dick into my hand. My alabaster hand looking so small wrapped around his black cock as I began to stoke him. I took the head of his sex into my mouth wanting to please him as much as he had me. The taste of my own sex triggered my passions even more. I took more and more of him, deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. My left hand teased his heavy balls as saliva drooled from the corners on my mouth. I tried to please him with a fever that I never had known before. I gripped both of his ass cheeks and took him all the way down my throat. Tyson's head snapped back, "Oh fuck!" he screamed. Feeling his body tremble under my control set me afire. I could feel my cunt still dripping down my thighs. Tyson's body froze, and then he tried to pull out. My lips tightened around his cock and I sucked hard. He erupted; his wonderful cream inundating my mouth. I swallowed as hard as I could but it was much more than I could manage as his cum escaped my mouth and dripped on my breasts. I let him escape from my mouth and watched his white chocolate splattered all over my breasts. I rubbed his cock all over my breasts milking the last from him as he experienced the total joy of his explosion. Tyson pushed my face away and fell down on the chaise face up. He writhed for a moment with his cock twitching and gave away to pure exhaustion. I smiled with pride; I didn't think I could do that to a man. "I don't think any man in the world has ever cum that hard," Tyson whispered to me. I straddled his body and sat on his semi-hard dick with my juicy pussy. "I don't think any woman in the world has had an orgasm like the two you gave me. Cumming doesn't even begin to describe it. It was like my whole body was exploding into a million throbbing pieces." I said as I slid up and down on his organ, sliding him slowly between the folds of my pussy lips. Tyson reached up and pulled me down to him by the back of my neck gently and kissed me. His kiss was amazing. It was warm. It was sensual. It was sexy and wet. I loved the taste of our essence mixed together like chocolate and vanilla, it was just so right. We kissed until I felt Tyson's cock had hardened again to full strength. "I want us to cum like that again." No sooner than the words left my mouth I felt him entering me like a thumb into an over ripe peach. The sensation was incredible as he expanded my now sensitized pussy. In no time my nerve endings were on high alert. I moved to shift my weight still pounding Tyson's meaty cock into my ravenous cunt, not even thinking about Tyson as a person at the moment. He was simply my Black man-instrument and he was bringing me to the most powerful orgasm that was burning at my core. Then I felt Tyson's sizzling liquid explode against the walls of my pussy. My head snapped back, my nipples started throbbing, my hips began to shake uncontrollably, my knees locked, and my toes stretched apart. I detonated into a trillion little throbbing bits. I must have blacked out or something. When I managed to faintly open my eyes, there was Tyson looking down at me from the chaise. The room smelled like sweet sex and Tyson helped me back up into his strong arms. First Class I have just taken my assigned right aisle seat in first class and opened the latest issue of "Newsweek" and begun to read a story about Terrorism in Iraq and suddenly - you walk through the entrance to the seating section of the Boeing 747. There is a certain air about you as you enter; every male in the front passenger area is staring at you. You seize the moment and demand the attention, perhaps not intentionally, but your presence shows how secure you are with your personal image and your sexuality. You are wearing a white silk blouse above a black pleated silk skirt that stops just above your knees. The blouse is puffy in the arms and loose all over but it is evident you are not wearing a bra for your nipples are visible and standing erect from the smoothness of the silk against them. You walk past the galley to your seat and search for an empty space for your carry on bag in the overhead compartment. Finding a spot you stand on your toes to reach over the top of another carry on bag. With this maneuver your gorgeous legs are emphasized and attract my eyes, not only because you are not wearing any stockings, but also because the muscles in your legs are stressed and your calves were spectacular to see, My God, you have long legs! – Sharon Stone legs. Fortunately for me your seat is across the aisle from mine. Other men on the plane have to stretch to watch you put away your carry on bag then try to watch you sit in the middle seat of a set of three seats against the left bulkhead. For me, I am sitting with a perfect and unobstructed view, a view that I will have for the next eight hours or so. The aisle becomes busier as the tourist class passengers begin to board and my view of you is obstructed most of the time. I become interested in my reading and postpone looking at you again until the view becomes clearer. As we start to taxi out for our take off I notice that two lucky guys are assigned to sit with you and are like bookends on both sides of your luscious body. Your pleated skirt is hiked up quite high on your thighs as you sit reading a magazine; I don't know what magazine it is but I remember thinking that I bet it's not "Good Housekeeping." I can not help but notice that your bookends keep glancing down at your thighs quite frequently. You either ignore them or you sense their attention and let them play with the vision in their minds of what must be up your sexy skirt. Every male on that plane who has spotted you is having that vision play within his imagination. All during the takeoff and climb to cruising altitude I keep glancing over at your legs. Their length, their shape, their curves, is driving me absolutely wild. I am sure I am not the only one for whom your legs are stimulating ideas. I can almost smell the lust for you in that compartment and I hear some low guttural sounds that other males were emitting in their conversations; I am certain they are for you. The top three buttons of your blouse are not buttoned, they had been when you boarded; I noticed. The neckline suddenly opens as you twist to find a more comfortable position in your leather seat. The man to your left, next to the window, glances over at the man to your right. The one to your right looks down at your opened neckline and can hardly restrain his hands from the temptation to unbutton you further. The amount of cleavage that you are showing is incredibly tempting for me, even at my distance from you. I envy and hate your bookends for being assigned to sit next to you. The flight attendant comes through the compartment asking if anyone would like to have some champagne. You meet her eyes with yours and signal to her with a "yes." When you receive the glass, you sip on it so slowly. All of us men with a view watch as you kiss the side of the glass to allow the bubbles to enter your mouth and let the satin liquid trickle down your throat. Oh how we wish we were those bubbles. After dinner with a choice of cocktails, wine, aperitif, or all of the above the main lights inside the compartment have been turned off and the sun has set. The only lights left on are the overhead reading lights that sprinkle a bit of light through the passenger seating area. The man to your right, accidentally (on purpose I am presuming) brushes your right thigh with his left hand. Your leg responds to his touch by rising a little from the seat and your knees spread ever so slightly. You continued to sip your after-dinner liqueur and as he brings another magazine from the seat pocket in front of him he grazes your thigh again. And again you respond by spreading your legs just a bit further apart. The man to your left wants to get into the act and he leans forward and asks the man to your right if he was through with the magazine he just put into the seat pocket; right affirms that he is. With that right reaches forward, slips the magazine from the seat pocket and, reaches across your body to hand it to left. As he returns his hand his suit sleeve grazes across your breasts and they respond by becoming erect; the nipples are plainly visible through your silk blouse. He says, "Oh I am so sorry. I didn't mean anything by my coat sleeve touching you, it was my fault and I apologize." You smile, look him in the eye and say, "It was no bother. In fact I rather enjoyed the attention that they received. In fact I wouldn't mind some more." His eyes light up, and he does not hesitate to take your suggestion; very lightly he places his open right hand upon your silk blouse over your left breast. You lay your head back into the leather seat and smile. You press the lever for your seat to lie back into a near prone position and the foot rest comes up to capture those fantastic legs. As you lay nearly horizontal in your seat, right then unbuttons your next few buttons of your sheer silk blouse to reveal your lovely cleavage even more to many of the men in the compartment. He spreads apart the front of your blouse to now expose your lovely bare breasts to the chilled air of the overhead ventilation fan; your nipples stand at attention from the kiss of the chilled air on them. You now reach to your overhead reading light and distinguish it so that is it fairly dark in your row of seats. Suddenly more and more overhead reading lights are turned off to make the entire passenger compartment very dark except for the tiny lights that are permanently on within the cabin. You made the signal and the signal was well received by every man in the first class cabin. Both the men to your sides unbutton your blouse completely and pull it up from being tucked into your skirt. Your breasts and tummy are fully exposed to all who wish to look; we are all looking. You are so beautiful and so exciting to a cabin of lusting men as you are so exposed to us like that. The two men beside you, as if written in a script, lower their heads slowly to your nipples, one mouth on each, and begin to dart their tongues and kiss your erect nipples. We can see from your expression that this attention is just what you desire. Again, as if scripted, each man now has their hands around their assigned breast while sucking on the nipple and you began gyrating your pelvis a bit, showing your oral nipple pleasers that you are fully appreciating the rush of erotic feelings that are pounding through you at this moment. Left releases his nipple momentarily and reaches his fingers out to the glass still clasped in your hand. He dips his fingers in the glass and then spreads the sticky brown liquid around your left nipple. He goes back to work instantly, pulling your tit away from your chest with both hands, kneading the tender flesh with his fingers and cleaning the extended nipple with his tongue and lips. Sensing your increased pleasure at this new stimulation, right applies some liqueur on his nipple and sucks it clean with added fondling and feeling of his soft, perfect tit. I do not understand the intentions of your bookends; they must feel intimidated by your looks. They seem unwilling to explore you further without an express invitation. If I were in their position, I would have one hand up your skirt, searching for your pussy, ready to rip the crotch out of your panties and make a finger sandwich of you clit. As you lay back in the prone position on your leather seat you are moaning softly and your legs spread apart more showing off the insides of your milky thighs. I cannot take any more. I decided to become Mr. center, between left and right. I stand and positioned myself between your legs and situate myself on my knees and look up the full length of your legs to see your shaved symbol of womanhood looking back at me. I stare at those beautiful, full, swollen lips ready to be kissed by me. I can hear them calling to me. I respond by beginning to kiss the entire length of your left leg starting at your ankle. Slowly I kiss and lick your smooth textured skin with my lips and tongue while you have your breasts attended to by your bookends. At one point you open\ your eyes and raise your head to look at me as my attentions continue on past your knee and up your soft inner thigh. "I was hoping it would be you. – What took you so long," you say to me. I respond by nipping your soft flesh with my teeth. You moan a bit louder and close your eyes again. As I get to the top of your thigh on your left leg, I gently take a sniff of your scent and it sends me on a trip to where I have never been before. I glance at your lips and I see a little wetness appearing in their crevices. You must be enjoying what you are feeling from head to toe at this moment. I lightly touch your lips with my tongue, leaving your clitoris for my enjoyment in a while and leaving you wanting my tongue now. But no, you need to wait. I do not believe in rushing pleasure of this intensity. A return trip up your right leg with my tongue and lips get me closer to my desert after that dinner of prime rib and wine. This is far more than I expected for dessert and I will be savoring every bit of crème that I taste. I barely lick your lips and tug on them gently with the suction of my lips. You are beginning to feel tremendous ecstasy deep inside from all this oral attention you are receiving. I hear your soft moan and feel you shift our knees higher to more fully present your pussy to me. I bury my tongue deep inside you and you do taste so sweet. I chew gently on the soft tissue of your pussy lips. At last I find your clit with my tongue and lick all around it before nipping the tip of it with my front teeth. I feel you jerk and press yourself against my mouth. What a delicious dessert in deed! I look up over your tummy and see the bookends working over your breasts with their mouths and begin to feel an erection coming on inside of my pants. The tension is mounting. In the darkness, down the aisle, I see another man approach you from behind your head. He positions himself above your head and unzips his trousers to release a somewhat large and placid penis. (How he managed to avoid an erection all this time is a mystery to me.) It is only inches from your face. You feel its presence it seems and you open your eyes to see it beside your cheek. You extend your neck and turn a bit to allow his member to be next to your mouth, showing him that you are interested. You open your mouth and he lowers himself; you eagerly allow his prick to fall deep inside of your moist mouth. You begin to suck and suck and he becomes harder with each bit of suction you give. I can now see other men standing in the aisle to my left. They all have their pants down to their ankles and are playing with their cocks as they watch our passion plays on your body before their eyes. You are really getting turned on and you pull your skirt high over your waist to allow all the spectators around to enjoy the view of my desert that I am once again licking. The bookends devouring your pillows, me devouring your pussy as it tastes so very sweet, and the new man with his cock in your mouth while you devour it is just a scene that is too much for others to bear. And it is all happening at 36,000 feet over the Atlantic Ocean as we are on the way to New York City. With his cock coming to life as it feels the warmth and moistness of the interior of your mouth it enlarges and stiffens to a point where you can not take its size any longer. This man and I look at each other and intuitively know that it is time to switch positions. I leave your sweet pussy with reluctance, stand up, and walk out into the aisle; he grabs his cock out of your mouth and we pass in the aisle as he goes to your feet and I move up to your head. He picks you up by your waist and turns you over so that you were now on all fours on your leather seat. I don't know if that surprised you but you didn't resist and you quickly adapt to your new position. Your bookends adapt too; they drop down to lay the backs of their heads onto the leather and nurse your nipples as your breasts hang beautifully with their ample weight. They are able to massage them with greater intensity now as those fabulous tits hang for them to reach and caress all of your sensitive skin stretched above their faces. I drop my trousers down to my knees and start to stroke my cock. Your eyes open as you see my cock next to your face. You smile at me and wink and I know that you are glad to see who you are getting. You grab my cock with your left hand and open your mouth and pull my member deep into the moistness that the other man was enjoying only moments before. Oh my God! What a sensation as you suck and stroke my cock pulling it farther into your moistness. Your teeth scrape me just the perfect amount so as to generate even greater sensitivity to my hardened phallus. The man now behind you with his cock in his hands is about to place his pole deep into your cunt. Your bare ass is gyrating to the motions of the sucking beneath your chest and you're sucking on my cock to your left. This seems to be a signal to the man behind you that you are in need of his stiffness deep inside. He lightly places his cock's head against your perfectly shaped shaved pussy. With just the head of his cock he smears his pre-come all over your lips. I feel you bite down on my cock as he does this; it is really sending you. You must be enjoying this multitude of sensuous feelings with the extreme sucking you just gave me. Wow -- what a scene I have before me; it is pure animalistic lust and you are sucking me with all your might. Behind is placing his cock's head just slightly into you and playing with your wet lips with his fingers while doing so. He must be really teasing you with his cock for your hips are bucking back and forth as if to tell him that you want him in you and to stop teasing you like that. With a loud grunt he lunges forward as you heave back into him all at once to take the entire length of his cock into you in one horrific shove. I feel you release my cock as you scream out; from some pain or the satisfaction from the entire length of his cock in your vagina isn't clear. You have your wish; he is into you completely and from the look on his face he has no intention of removing his shaft until he has expended his load of cum inside you. You return your mouth to my cock and now are filled on both ends. Behind's pelvis is rocking back and forth to penetrate you deeply and you begin to rock back in forth in tune to his thrusts. Your ass and his pelvis are slapping together and the only other sounds that can be heard are the sucking by the two men on your nipples and the slurping from you over my over engorged cock. Every passenger in first class is now standing around either completely or partially nude as they watch this scene. A man approaches you and begins to run his hands all over your naked and exposed back. He takes his fingertips and runs them down your spine and then back up to your nape again. He uses both hands to lightly touch you in your splendor. He returns one had to the crack of your ass and presses his little finger against your exposed anal opening. This gets you bucking and sucking even harder. Other men are standing around and taking in all this while beating furiously on their own cocks. I see a woman kissing another woman in the seat next to her over a few seats from me and she is fondling the woman through her blouse. The entire compartment is on fire with the heat of the moment, of this sexual sacrifice of you to the lust Gods. You are being overly played with in sex, simple raw sex that is not usual for this world. You are a sex toy for five men who cannot hold back their lust for your fantastic body. You are absorbing the entirety of what can me absorbed through all of your senses as this moment is being thrust into and on you from all angles. Your mouth, your skin, your breasts, your pussy, your asshole, you are experiencing more sexual attention given to any one person than I have ever seen before. I feel tension in your mouth. You must be about to cum as your entire body is now arching. Your head is carrying my cock up with you as you begin to arch even more. Your ass is pounding harder and harder and pussy thrusts even harder into your rear entry lover's pelvis. The predominate sound is the slapping and pounding of flesh to flesh as the scent of sexual fulfillment wafts throughout the cabin. You pull your head away from my cock just as I shoot my load. Only a small amount of cum is sucked into your mouth as the rest is shot down your back and lies between your shoulder blades as it squirts over your left shoulder. Your head is looking straight up and you scream so loudly as your orgasm slams deep into your loins and takes control of your body. Your rear entry lover is beginning to grunt deeply as he nears his climactic finish. He lunges one more time, ramming himself as far as he has ever been, and his cannon fires a load of cum into your cunt. You feel it spew deep into your vagina and you lunge forward and scream and shudder with a remarkable series of tremendous orgasms. He lunges several more times and then he goes limp and you can hear his cock slip out of your tight and warm pussy with the sound of spent liquid. You fall flat onto the leather seat burying the two men beneath you who still have a tight grasp from their mouths on your worn and sensitive nipples. We hear more and more men grunt and gasp as they shoot their loads all over the seats and walls in the compartment. This is a whole new meaning to the mile high club. We all gather our clothing and get dressed just as the FASTEN SEAT BELT light comes on. We return to our seats and do not say a word to one another. It is best that we don't acknowledge the event. Just savor it in our memories. We touch down. Welcome to New York City. First Class The second Thursday of every other month is our service review meeting in London, It is a chance for all the managers to get together and raise and fix any issues that have transpired in the last 8 weeks. I attend in an engineering capacity to discuss the points that affect us at the work face. A task a world away from my daily look of combat trousers and polo shirts, screwdrivers and software media. Here I get my one opportunity to put on a shirt, trousers, a tie and shoes. For a day at least, my opinion matters and I'm not judged on my attire. The meeting is always scheduled for 2pm, so this is like a half day for me as I do not have a morning booking. I do not use this as an opportunity to lie in bed, I like to get in fairly early, just after rush hour and soak a little of the London atmosphere I left behind me several years ago. That is the beauty of London so much to see and do. Some days I would spend the morning exploring, some weeks a 3 hour visit to one of the many museums or galleries, and on the few days of nice weather I would sit outside one of London's ever so many coffee shops. I would just sit and watch the world and people go by, there are people that fit so perfectly into the London ethos, but in any other city would look a million miles out of place. The post rush hour journey worked well for me, and the timing of the bi-monthly meetings meant that I could purchase my train ticket weeks in advance. Anyone who buys tickets in advance would be aware how a first class ticket costs no more than a standard return on the day. I was not exactly what you would describe as a first class passenger but I enjoyed the guaranteed seat, the laptop power supply and the sparse, yet well-presented English breakfast. The biggest draw for me however is the endless cups of complimentary coffee. This was certainly worth any excess in the ticket price. The carriage was very empty today, only a handful of passengers were in First Class and they were at the other end of the carriage. It was a quiet commute, only the odd mobile phone ringing would interrupt the sound of wheel on track. The only person I had spoken to was the breakfast lady and the ticket inspector, but that is not all that surprising on and UK transport. The small commuter towns fell like dominoes, Welwyn Garden City made way for Hatfield, the train stopped and people got on and came off. Not in my carriage, but you could see them from the windows. Potters Bar would be the final stop before we would be into the m25 and just 20 minutes out of Kings Cross. Here I would be packing away my laptop. To be honest today, I had wasted the journey reading the news as opposed to actually working. Still I shut down the laptop, folded the lid down and placed it in my shoulder bag. I always use an inconspicuous bag, especially whilst in London. As the train pulled away from the platform. I picked up my bag and made my way along the carriage to the toilet at the other end. Walking along a moving carriage is not always the best idea when using a shoulder bag, but I did manage to successfully navigate the few people in the carriage way to the toilet. To anyone who has been on a modern train will know that technology has even been introduced to the train toilets, rather than a simple door, handle and lock, now you are faced with a myriad of buttons requiring gamer style skills to be able to open, close and lock the door. Ok so I am a computer engineer but some things have just been over-complicated, however I managed to open the door, complete with flashing leds, and close it behind me. In my bag I always carry a tooth brush, now this is not due to an ocd style issue, but I just like to brush my teeth after breakfast, and certainly after several coffees, it's extra important when I am going to be in close proximity to others for the afternoon. The toilets themselves, are not exactly nice places, the older style toilets that actually flushed onto the tracks seemed nicer than these new airport style toilets, complete with the suction flush. In dimensions I would say that a generous 1x2 metres, is all that allows. Stainless steel and grey plastic finishing, give the impression of sterility, but I somewhat doubt they are anything near that. Apart from all my reservations, there was a fully functioning basin with mirror, so for all intents and purposes, fully adequate for me to brush my teeth I began to brush when all of a sudden the train came to a halt, we were only a minute out of Potters Bar, so just another typical delay. I heard a noise behind me as the door opened on me, I half expected to see a member of staff informing me that I had to evacuate the train or something, but no this was nothing like that. I was pushed ever so slightly against the sink as a woman rushed through the door, pressing the close button in the process. I was going to say something, but the words just completely escaped me. She had flipped up the toilet lid, pulled down her knickers and sat on the toilet. "Lock the door" she said to me, the tooth brush still in my mouth, I just pulled a look on my face to say "what". "Lock the door" she gestured to me press the lock button. For some reason I just went ahead and pressed the button. The red leds lit to indicate the door was locked. Ok I now realised that I had not done this the first time, but still you don't expect this. She was a small lady, perhaps in mid-30's, quite busty, oh what was I doing? I was checking out this strange woman sat on the loo, she was having a wee and I was looking. Ok so it must have been a slightly bemused look from me, but I was looking. A wave of complete embarrassment flooded over me and I turned to the mirror. Not that this did much good, I was still looking right at her, but this time the mirror image. I spat the paste from my mouth, and used the mouth wash I had to clean my mouth. I was trying to ignore what was going on behind me. I wiped my mouth, and put away my toothbrush. This should have been the end of my 'ordeal' but it couldn't be. I couldn't just open the door and expose her to the world, could I? Now I began to notice the trickle sound, I just didn't know where to look. "Don't look so uncomfortable" she said, with her fairly deep, yet alluring voice. "I am uncomfortable" I replied accompanied by a nervous and obvious laugh. "I'm sorry, I just had to go, and you left the door unlocked" it was a very light hearted and welcome tone. I felt immediately eased by the absolute absurdity of the situation. She stood up, wiped and pulled her knickers back up, her dress covered her genitalia from my view. "Well you know you are comfortable with each other when you can go to toilet in from of them" I joked to her. "Well yes..." The tannoy announcer cut her off mid-sentence. "Ladies and Gentlemen, due to an incident at Hadley Wood, we are being held at a red light. Oh great I thought, more delays. "Looks like we are not going anywhere then" she said "Well you are, come on I need the loo" was my response. I motioned her towards the door. She moved towards the door and just leant against it. I looked her up and down, a very pretty lady in a nice black dress, and a white top underneath it. She was just looking at me with a smile on her face. "Come on let me go to toilet" I said to her. "Well I'm not stopping you am I? do you want me told hold it for you?" well I'm not prudish one bit, but this slightly caught me off guard and I think I might have even blushed at this point. "No I think I will be fine thank you" I told her. She was looking at my crotch area. "Doesn't look that way to me" she giggled. It took me a second to realise, but she was referring to the bulge in my trousers, I don't know how it had happened but something in the situation had actually turned me on. "Do you get turned on by girls peeing, do you?" came her cheeky question. "No, No, I didn't even see anything" I found myself trying to make excuses for myself. I'm not sure why but I found myself feeling guilty for having a hard on. "Come on, let me help you" she moved forwards, and I let her, She unclasped my belt, and unclipped my trouser fastener. She pulled my boxers straight down, and just grabbed my shaft. She was not gentle at all and she pulled me over to the toilet, I tried to shuffle along at the same speed, desperately trying not to trip over the clothing round my ankles. As I got to the toilet bowl, she moved behind me and pointed my cock downwards. I would not describe it as painful, but as a guy bending a hard penis is fairly uncomfortable. "There you go, now wee for me" she enticed. I tried to wee, but it is difficult, for a few seconds I struggled, then it began to flow. The more it flowed the quicker my erection subsided, making it easier still. It was so strange to have someone hold it. Eventually the flow began to cease as the last few drops were expelled. "All done are we?" she asked. She then gave it a little shake. "There we go, that wasn't so hard now was it?" "No, it's not hard at all now" I joked back. I bent down to pick up my boxers. "Ah Ah Ah" she said as she moved me backwards. She pressed the flush and flipped down the toilet seat, she sat down on it. She was little higher than my waist level. Ok so she wanted to dress me. She bent forward to pick up my boxers, or so I thought, as she moved forwards, in one moved she took my flaccid member into her mouth. I was so taken aback I felt the urge to back away. She must have sensed this and placed both hands on my ass cheeks to hold me in place. The warmth of her mouth and the sensation of her tongue instantly brought me to life. Whilst she had me completely in her mouth, my cock was growing at a very fast pace. I would not call myself large in anyway, at best I would guess at about 6 inches, not that I have ever measured, I actually think it's a myth that all guys measure themselves, I have never felt the urge to do so. Anyway, as I grew I could feel her struggling to keep it in her mouth, then bit by bit my cock escaped her mouth. I was now as hard as could be, her tongue was still swirling around my head. She now began to bob her head, she was good. It certainly wasn't the best blow job I had ever received, but in this situation the excitement was immense. I looked down on her pretty little head sucking and licking my penis. That's when I saw her hand move away from holding my ass. It disappeared up her skirt. Previously the only sounds I had heard were the sounds of her sucking my throbbing cock. Now she was emitting little whimpers. She was rubbing herself off. I had absolutely no problem with this, she deserved it fully for the pleasure she was giving me, but to be honest I felt a little guilty. "You want me to fuck you?" I asked, it was a little coarse I guess, but how do you phrase it differently? She withdrew her mouth from my cock immediately. "Do you have a condom?" she said breathlessly. "No, do you think I was expecting this?" "Don't cum in me" she ordered in a forceful tone. I pulled her up from the toilet and moved her over to the sink unit bending her over and pulling her legs apart. This really wasn't going to be easy, there wasn't even room to swing the proverbial cat, but I would make room to deal with this pussy. She reached from behind and guided me into her warm wet hole, I felt as her whole pussy closed around my rigid cock. Oh she was wet but she was tight, as I slid into her there seemed a friction, a sexy friction, it was not uncomfortable in the slightest, but these are the pussies that extract cum so quickly and easily. I held onto her hips and started to move deeper and faster into her. It was impossible to tell what she wanted, she appeared to be a spectator in this all just allowing me to fuck her, and she did not push back against me or move with me. She wasn't dead silent, but every stroke, be it hard, soft, shallow or deep was met with the same quiet noise of approval. I tried changing my pace, and slamming into her with a force that would move her forwards with each pound, once again there was just the same noise of approval. In the mirror I could see her eyes closed and her gently biting her lip. It was a look of pleasure for sure. In all the concern I had for her having a good time, I think I forgot about my own pleasure and was treating this more like a job. If ever sex was pointless then this was it. Now I was concentrating on my pleasure, I began to concentrate on enjoying my strokes inside her hot hole. It was working, I didn't care what I got back, I was going to enjoy this surprise fuck that had presented itself to me. Whack, without thinking I slapped my right hand down firmly on her ass cheek, with this her body pushed against my cock, sending it deeper into her. Whack, with my left hand, again she buckled back further onto my cock. Either she was loving or hating this but she was reacting now. Whack, Whack I continued, building up a fucking and slapping rhythm. Suddenly she pulled forwards off me, she looked tired, she moved over to the toilet and laid the top half of her onto it facing upwards. She did not have to say a word, I knew what she wanted. I moved between her legs and lifted them as I parted them. I was holding under her thighs as I lifted her up onto my cock. In such a confined space this is a really hard manoeuvre to pull off, somehow however, it worked. I was now plunging my cock into her pussy, her pussy lips were shaved, but now I could clearly see the large patch of dark hair above her lips. As I began to deep fuck her pussy, she pulled down the straps of her dress, she lifted up her white top and exposed her beautiful breasts to me. These things were big, much more than a handful and exquisite nipples, you know those huge nipples with areola as big as your hand. "They are fucking amazing" I even surprised myself saying that out loud. She sat up bolt upright and pushed them together. Well I wasn't going to miss and opportunity like this. She let go of them as I pushed my strong erection between them. She closed them round my cock and pushed them together oh so tight. Now the confusing thing for me is what's is a tit wank, and what is a tit fuck? Does it depended where the movement comes from? Well this was a combination of the both I guess, as I thrusted my cock in-between them she bounced them on me. I seriously could have just completed here, there is little better than being fucked by a sexy set of tits. What made this even better was every long thrust I did, her tongue would catch the end of my penis as it emerged from her cleavage, an extra-long thrust would result in a very brief suck. I couldn't end like this, it wouldn't be fair. I pushed her back down into the original position and once again entered her sweet hole. Now I was thrusting deeper and longer and harder. Then we began to slide, the train was moving again. "Ladies and gentlemen, the track ahead is now clear and as you may have noticed we are moving once again. May I apologise for the delay caused to your journey" came the tannoy announcement. "Stop, stop" she said to me. Well talk about ruining my morning late and now stopped before I had cum. She leant over into her bag, she rummaged around for a second or two, and then she pulled out a very small silver vibrator. "You just happen to carry that around do you?" I asked. "You never know when you will get that urge do you" she giggled. I pushed back inside her, all the while my pace was building, I didn't want to slow down but had no idea where she was. She pushed the little silver vibrator down onto her clit as I fucked her hot pussy. This had changed her, now each stroke I gave her and the vibrations on her clit made her move, her head was moving, her moans became erratic. Then barely 2 minutes after we had resumed. "I'm going to cum, please don't stop" was her plea to me. She needn't worry I was stopping for no-one. She appeared to bite down hard on her upper lip. Her nails dug deep into my sides, her body began to convulse and her pussy pulsated onto my cock. I could not fuck her, her pulsations made it impossible to penetrate. Then as I watched liquid came shot out of her in one big gush. It landed at my feet soaking my underwear and trousers. The pulsating continued and a trickle ran from her. She began to calm down. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I haven't squirted like that in ages, I'm so sorry" Well I had read about this, and seen video clips, but this was the first time it had happened to me. "Don't be its fine" I was happy that it had happened and I think that maybe she could sense that in my voice. "Your turn to cum now, how do you want it?" she asked. I didn't reply to her but lifted her up and bent her over once more. I plunged my cock deep into her loosened and very wet pussy. I held onto her hips and began to build momentum. The whole squirting thing had excited me to the point where I would not be able to hold for much longer. I kept fucking her harder and harder. "Don't cum in me" she reminded me. "I promise I won't" I replied, I was nearing my climax and this was going to be a huge load. I could feel my cock beginning to explode. I pulled out of her, the first squirt shot over her back, but as my second began I turned her round and pulled her mouth onto me. She closed her mouth tightly just in time to collect my second load, then a 3rd, this huge powerful orgasm was draining my heavy balls with each and every shot. Quite how she managed to swallow them in time is quite beyond me. This was one of my biggest loads and greatest orgasms that I remember. She took every last drop, from me, even after the pulses had ended this girl sucked the remains from me, and she did it with vigour, then licking the tip and shaft removing any last trace from it. She let go of it and pulled up my boxers, then my trousers and did them up for me. She apologised for the wet patch by my shins and she stood up. She adjusted herself ever so briefly and flicked her hair as she looked in the mirror. We both waited in absolute silence until we heard the train pull into the next station. "Ready?" she said. I nodded in reply as she pressed the unlock and door open button. She calmly walked out, and disappeared from view. I pressed the door close button, then waited as the train pulled away before picking up my bag and opening the door. I walked out and back to my seat, no-one looked at me, no-one suspected or had even cared. The next station would be kings cross where I would get off for the day. I wondered to myself if there would be any way that the return journey would be as interesting as this had been. As the train pulled into the station, I moved to the doors and got off the train, as I walked along the platform to the ticket barriers I could see her there in front of me. I didn't even see her face, I just noticed the white stain on her skirt from my 1st cumshot. I laughed to myself thinking how many others would notice that today. The life of a computer engineer is not always as dull as some would think.