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Going Bi

By: london_james2010



Author's Notes

Firstly a warning. Whilst the title should give readers a clue as to the story line I feel I need to add to that. In addition to some graphic descriptions of straight sex there are some full on ones between another couple of guys and me. SO IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH BI SEX, THEN READ NO FURTHER!

Secondly this story is pretty much true. There's a little embellishment here and there, but essentially what you read is what happened.

Finally, this is part of a series of stories analysing and explaining how my sexuality has changed as I have got older. It examines how I now enjoy sex with my own gender, but tries to work out why?

I would love to hear by mail from anyone who has been or, is currently on a similar sexuality journey as me or just anyone who has something to say on the topic.

Thanks

James

*

"I'll make it very special" she said her blonde hair tickling my stomach as she brought my cock to her mouth.

"Well it will have to last me three weeks at least" I replied.

"Yeah I bet, boys away on business" she replied licking the length of my full and very hard erection.

I didn't reply for my wife knew me very well, but not as well as she thinks I smiled loving the warmth of her tongue on me. "Just don't bring anything home" she mumbled as she took the bulbous end of my uncut cock into her mouth.

"What presents?" I smiled gripping her shoulder-length hair.

"No fucking diseases and I use that term purposefully" she replied cupping my balls and gently squeezing them.

I was going on a business trip to Melbourne in Australia the next day and was quite dreading the near twenty four hour flight. It's not that I dislike flying for I am relaxed about that it's just the sheer fucking boredom. Fortunately I was able to travel business class the reasonable luxury of which at least went some way to relieving the boredom.

"Well at least I am not going via Bangkok with all its temptations" I said pulling on her hair as she expertly built the tension up in my cock and balls.

"I imagine temptations can be found in any city" she whispered running her fingernail along that little patch of skin between my balls and my bum hole. She really did give great head.

"Yes darling, but I won't have time, we have a massive job to do restructuring the entire office" I groaned as I felt my cock stiffen even more. I was very near and that pleased me for I had fucked her just an hour or so ago and at forty five repeat performances are not always that easy to come by. 

"I am very near Kel" I groaned managing to get my hand on one of her modest sized, but beautifully pert tits and squeezing it. I always told her so she could take me out if she wanted to as she usually did. This time she didn't move so she really did mean that she was going to make it very special. I found her rhythm and started to fuck her face. "You sure" I groaned as I felt her finger pressing on my bum hole.

"Mmmmmm" was all I heard as her finger slid in me. As she knew it would that put me right over the top and I exploded shooting several long gushes of cum into her throat.

*

The 'overnight' flight to Singapore was fine. We took off at three in the afternoon which is ten at night in Singapore so I had learned from previous trips that the idea was to get as much sleep as you could for the next ten hour leg is all day time; sleep too much on that and you are fucked up completely when you reach Melbourne which is another three hours ahead of London. On such long haul flights I have two plans.' One is to get pissed and the other, along with every other businessman, is to pull a stewardess. I managed the first quite easily and that prevented me even trying the second although I may have had more chance with some of the stewards!

Kelly and I have been married since the beginning of time, or so it seems sometimes. We both have careers and we have chosen not to have children so I have had the chop. Although we do a lot of things together we both have our own lives, our own friends and our own bits on the side. It doesn't go as far as being an open marriage for we never discuss what we do when away on business or out with friends and we have never got into swinging. I know she plays away from home, perhaps not as much as me, but then women don't tend to as much as us men do they? I know because I have smelt aftershave on her and one evening when she came in looking rather flustered and went straight into the bathroom I am ashamed to say I looked in her large 'wags' bag and saw a pair of panties. Not totally convincing evidence, but they were not clean and had the distinctive womanly smell on them that I had breathed in many times from panties I had taken from the laundry basket. Sometimes I just smelt them, other times I rubbed them over my cock and balls and now and then I put them on and wandered round the house for a while until I was ready to wank in them.

When she came out of the loo I tried to kiss and cuddle her with a view to finding out whether she had any panties on, but she resisted me. I got very turned on indeed thinking of her with another man, something I had asked her to do several times with me looking on, but to no avail so far at that time. The thought of lifting her skirt, finding that she had no knickers on then fucking her just an hour or so after another made me very hard indeed. I wanked the moment she went to bed.

I had wanted to see Kelly having sex with another guy for some time. It's quite a common desire I think, but more than that I wanted to see her with another woman. She had never totally rejected the idea of another man with me watching but as for a woman she simply said. "I have no interest in women, they do nothing for me sexually."

"What about another man" I had retorted.

"You would like that?"

"Yes Kel I would."

Her surprising reply had been. "Find the guy and if I like him I might."

We did find him a few months later in the Marriott hotel in Boston of all places. To cut a long story short we were in the bar and I had to go to our suite to send a contract to the UK. When I returned, Kelly was being 'chatted up' by a good looking American guy. One thing led to another and we went to our suite for a nightcap. I asked her if she fancied him. She said that she did and after I spoke to Brad and 'offered' my wife to him things happened quickly. Between us we undressed Kelly and got her onto the bed. Brad totally unselfconsciously undressed and as I saw his long, thick cock I understood why he wasn't embarrassed. 

"And you James" he said.

I undressed as well feeling hellishly nervous not just because with my six and a bit inches I felt slightly inadequate, but also because I had no idea what to do other than watch him and Kelly kissing. However, seeing my wife being fucked was every bit as arousing as I had imagined when I had frequently jerked off thinking about it.

It was only an hour so after the first fuck that Kelly helped Brad to recover; I told you she gives great head. And it was only a few moments after that she had us kneeling beside where she was lying on the bed. Looking me right in the eye she took hold of Brad and me by our wrists and moved our hands towards the other's cock. We gripped them and watched fascinated as she opened her legs and started to rub her clit. It seemed obvious what she wanted so we both started to wank the other. It ended with the three of us cumming at the same time with Brad and me covering her small tits and cleavage with our cum.

I worried about what it meant for some time. Was I gay? No I couldn't be for I loved fucking women. But something was changing in me for as I thought about what had happened with Brad I got unusually excited and wanted more.

*

Despite it being a daytime flight and thus, me staying awake I had no success with the Qantas stews. I didn't try that hard because one, they were rather Aussie butch and two they would be overnighting or staying in Sydney whereas I was going on to Melbourne. 

The agency had arranged for a car to collect me from the airport and I eventually got into the Grand Hyatt on Collins Street in the plushest area of the city at around ten. After unpacking, a glass or two of wine and a quick shower I was in bed by eleven. 

I had travelled on a Tuesday, I think, but can't be sure, the time changes completely fuck up your head. In any case I was immersed in work for the next couple of days. The agency had been losing money for two years and now that Australasia was my responsibility it was down to me to sort it out. We had worked out a plan in London that involved firing half the management team of ten and a third of the staff of seventy five so I wasn't a particularly welcome visitor. Nevertheless the first evening the Managing Director took me to dinner and on the Thursday the Creative Director asked me to eat at his home. On the Friday I was free. I preferred that partly because it's not very comfortable socialising with people you may be firing in a few days and secondly it restricts me so much. 

I got back to the Hyatt around seven, had a quick shower, changed and took a cab to Queen Victoria Market. I had a nice steak dinner and then went to the massage parlour I had found on the web.

"Will there be any extras" the attractive Thai girl asked as I lie on my front and she stroked my balls?

"What do you offer?" I asked.

Smiling, the very westernised Thai girl said. "Hand, oral or me."

I went for the me option and we fucked on the massage table. She was very good and really got into the sex including letting me kiss her. Many hookers and massage parlour girls don't to that so when I find one that does I tend to go back.

I was back at the Hyatt by nine and decided on a nightcap in the bar then an early night. The bar was quiet as I suppose most business hotel bars on Fridays are so there were few people there. There was just me and one other guy sitting at the bar. Mark, I found out his name as we both, coincidentally sipped a few Scotch and waters was a Brit who had lived in Hong Kong for the past twenty years.

"At least one week in three" he told me when I asked how much time he spent away from home. "You?"

"I guess about the same" I have responsibility for the Middle and Far East and Australia for the agency I told him adding. "Mine tends to be on longer, but less frequent trips."

"I spend at least a week a month in Oz, usually here, but also Sydney, Perth and Brisbane as well as India, now China and Taiwan; most of our product is made in these emerging markets" Mark explained.

"How long you live out here?" I asked.

"Oh ten years or so."

We chatted away as men do in bars and told each other what we did and about our families. I explained that I was a director of a global ad agency with overall responsibility for the Middle and Far East and Australasia. Mark explained that he was sales director for a Hong Kong based manufacturer of women's clothing, mainly underwear. "And please not the old joke of do you travel in ladies underwear?" He said smiling. It emerged as we chatted that he also had most evenings free particularly at weekends when his potential and actual customers did not want to be entertained. We were about the same age, mid-forties, both of us were married, he had two kids and we both liked football. We got on well and decided to have dinner the next night.

"Here or a restaurant?" He asked.

"Not fussed really as long as we are somewhere to watch the Gooners, we are playing you lot" I said remembering Arsenal were playing the team Mark supported Man U.

"What is it a three kick off?"

"No for some reason one."

"So eleven here. Might be best to watch it in the hotel then."

Bidding each other good night I made it to my room. Despite the fuck with the masseur just a few hours ago I felt very horny, but then when away on business I almost always felt like that. I decided to phone Kelly and try and persuade her to have some phone sex, which she was up for occasionally when I was away. I undressed noting that my cock was starting to grow as I thought of my wife and the prospect of telling her in the most graphic terms how I was going to fuck her arse. I laid a big towel on the bed and got the baby oil I always buy in Boots after going through security. I lay down, took hold of my now as good as fully erect dick in my hand and called my home on my Blackberry.

"Fuck it she's out" I said to myself realising that it was afternoon at home.

I flicked around the TV trying to find some good porn. That's a contradiction in terms and impossible I realised as my erection deflated. There were half a dozen or so 'blue' channels as they were termed. All but one of which were showing very energetic sex with big titted birds being shagged by guys with spectacular cocks with both parties making exaggerated and totally unrealistic moans and groans. The other one was the gay channel. Whilst that was just as unrealistic for the two guys had monster cocks and seemed to fuck for ages I found that I was getting hard again. I watched one guy suck his black friend's mega cock then another take an equally huge lump of flesh up his arse. I was now ragingly hard, but couldn't watch the ridiculous goings on and my mind wandered.

I recalled the only other bi experience I'd experienced since Kelly had placed my hand on Brad's cock and I had wanked him. Following that I had badly wanted more bi experience and she had agreed that if I found the right guy she might be up for it. I had no luck thinking or finding anyone. Several times I was tempted to suggest she invite one her lovers, but felt that would be unfair for we never discussed our 'other lives.'

So my only other experience was at a gay sauna near Waterloo station. It was all a bit sordid with fifty or so guys wandering around the three floors of the club just dressed in white towels wrapped round their waists; well most were but a few, particularly the very well hung guys draped them round their shoulders. There was a sauna, a steam room and a pool along with a small cinema, a bar, a couple of very dark rooms and loads of cell-like private rooms with doors that locked.

Nervous at first I quickly relaxed as I realised that most of the guys seemed to be just like me; nervous, horny, probably married and looking for 'something else,' but probably not quite sure just what. I guess that's what being bi-curious is all about! 

I wandered around and saw guys in the cinema lying back on the large rubber mattresses openly jacking off. I sat in the sauna and saw guys touching strangers who responded by touching them back, slipping their hands up the other's towel, undoing that and stroking the other's cock in full view of the rest of us. It went further. Some dropped their towels and started sucking the other bloke's cocks, sometime with three or four involved. In the dark rooms I had unseen hands on my arse and up my towel rubbing my cock and balls. By now understanding the form and what went on I joined in and revelled in caressing a couple of chests and rubbing a few cocks. I was now almost permanently hard and got a fantastic buzz from walking to the side of the Jacuzzi and in front of the six occupants of the tub slowly removing my towel. I liked their eyes on my at least semi- erect cock as I got into the bubbling water. It wasn't long before I had a hand on my thigh and a foot pushed between them right onto my cock. The hour or so went quickly and reached its inevitable crescendo.

I was in the sauna sitting on the lower bench with guys either side of me on the upper one. There was around eight or nine of us in the room. I felt fingers softly touching my upper arm. I knew the score. If I moved he would stop, but if I didn't I would be indicating he could go further. I sat there a little nervous, but hugely aroused as the finger continued to rub me. I didn't move, I was enjoying the touch; if anything I slightly pressed back against the enquiring fingers. They became bolder and ran across my shoulders and up and down the top of my spine and into my hair that I was wearing long at the back at the time. They slid over my shoulder and ran up my neck onto the side of my face. That made me sigh. Obviously that encouraged him and he slid his finger onto my mouth and ran it round my lips. At the same time he pressed his bare leg against my equally bare arm. I pressed back and leaned against it going as far as to drape my arm over his leg. The 'invisible' invader and I were replicating what I had seen happen a few times on the sauna. We were making it pretty obvious to each other and the watchers that we were a number and that we might well be going further. I was incredibly excited. The combination of giving vent to my bi feelings and being watched by the others was totally exhilarating and like nothing I had ever experienced.

I looked round and saw that my 'seducer' was a slightly older guy, probably well into his fifties. He had a full head of hair, was slim with an almost hairless chest and looked in the dimness to be quite good looking although that didn't seem to be that important in this sordid world where there was only one item on the agenda -- getting your rocks off. I also noticed that he had taken his towel off, was stunningly hard and had quite a big prick, more thick than length though. He slid down onto the lower level with me and put his arm round my shoulders. He went to kiss me, but I stopped him. I didn't stop him putting his hand up my towel though and my whole body jerked when he closed his fingers round my dick.

"Mmmmm lovely" he whispered right in my ear gently pumping me with one hand as the other unravelled my towel and opened it up.

I looked around and saw another couple kissing and one guy kneeling sucking another's cock. There were several other spectators who seemed to be alternating their eyes on the three performances. As my might be lover peeled my towel back I really did get a massive surge of excitement. I loved the feel of his hand on it and, almost as much if I am honest the other men looking at me, it and his hand on gently masturbating me.

"Shall we" he whispered pulling my arm.

I didn't get what he meant at first, but when he started to stand up I understood. I panicked a bit as I realised my inexperience. I put my mouth close to his ear and whispered.

"I don't fuck or be fucked." 

"My dear boy that matters not a jot" he said smiling. "It's your body I want not your arse. Come with me."

To get to the private rooms we had to walk through a lounge and past the pool. With both our towels doing little to hide our hard ons I thought I would be embarrassed as we passed the guys in the lounge having a drink, but oddly I wasn't. I quite liked the attention and the stares at the lump in my towel.

I went into the room first.

"I'm Peter" he said shutting the door and sliding the bolt.

"I'm James" I replied. 

Now being alone with him a man who was clearly seducing me and with whom I was going to have some form of sex I became very nervous. We stood facing each other and I saw that he was probably slightly older than I had first thought, maybe nearly sixty, but both his face and body were well preserved. He put his hand on my hip, smiled and said.

"Pretty new to this are you James?"

"Yes it's my first time here."

"Had much boys stuff?" He asked looking right into my eyes, making me feel even more nervous.

"No" I said very croakingly.

"What would you like to do?" He asked squeezing my hip.

"I don't know but I don't want to..."

"Yes I know, I understand, you don't want full sex."

"No, not yet."

"Do you want to cum James?"

"Yes, yes I do."

"Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Oh Peter" I groaned as I saw his hand go to the towel and pull on it so it fell open and dropped to the floor. He had lost some of his erection so his dick was sticking out about horizontal to the floor.


Going Bi!



My slow journey exploring my sexuality and discovering what?

"Yes, yes, oh my god yes, yes," I groaned as my husband, once more rather unsuccessfully fucked me.

"Is it good Teen?" he asked slamming himself harder and faster into me.

"Yes, darling, yes of course it is" I sighed, gritting my teeth and making a big effort to writhe my body beneath him as his hand gripped the cheeks of my arse.

It had been like this for a year or so now. A year or so in which I had feigned the orgasms he believed he was giving me. Although now in our forties, we still had an active sex life. In fact for me, nowadays, the two to three times a week we did it was far too active. 

At first, which was just over a year ago, I had wondered what was happening to me. I could not work out whether I was going frigid or whether it was a physical or emotional issue. All I knew was that as bedtime approached my mood dropped into almost a depression. I felt slightly scared and I did not like what I was feeling. I did not like making excuses, going to bed early and doing all I could to avoid Ben wanting to have sex. 

As these sensations and 'anti sex' tactics continued, so our marriage also started to deteriorate. We bickered more and these turned into frequent arguments, some being blazing rows. We found faults in each other in areas where we had not before and we criticised each other about things that previously had not seemed to bother us. We started going out more frequently with friends, or to the gym or other events without the other. I found myself starting arguments mid-evening or near to bedtime, anything to avoid sex.

"Are you sure?" Ben asked one of his fingers sliding into the crease of my bum and pressing hard against my anus.

"Yes darling. Yes I am sure" I lied as I felt anything but orgasmic delights.

*

"Well madam does have such an alluring figure," the rather prissy, but nevertheless attractive short, slim, dark haired owner of the boutique in Highgate said as I was trying on a number of outfits, a couple of years ago.

"Alluring?" I said raising my eyebrows.

Bent down beside me from where she was fiddling with a skirt that I was trying on Monique smiled and said. "Well full, but that's alluring."

"Is large breasted what you are searching for Monique?" I replied, quite enjoying the feelings of her fingers on my bare leg.

"Well yes I think it is" she replied in her strong French accent, her fingers sliding lightly up my bare leg, probably a little further than necessary.

"So is that why you rarely have anything to fit me?" I asked feeling little shudders go through me from the feel of her fingertips on my leg..

"Maybe, for we do tend to cater for the er, um, more petite woman."

"Petite and I do not mix" I joked as I felt that shudder of something go through me when I saw her eyes were riveted on my thirty eight inch double D breasts. She left her fingertips resting somesix or eight inches above my knee on the outside of my leg.

"No I can see and I am so envious," she said in almost a whisper.

That sent another shudder through me that, I realised was suspiciously like a surge of sexual desire.

"And I thoroughly enjoyed playing with you," the Swedish woman said as we pecked each other on the cheek at the end of the round of golf.

I was at a company convention in Malaga in Spain. Although not employed by the global ad agency, I did lots of freelance copywriting for them and usually got invited to such junkets; after all spare 'eye candy' is always useful, especially if they have big tits. 

As usual, it was a mixture of debates, seminars and lectures with social and sporting events. Ideal for what the bosses called team bonding and what the staff felt was a waste of time and would rather have the money than the junket.

Helda was the Managing Director of the Scandinavian group and was a known and admitted lesbian. I had been drawn to play golf with her and had enjoyed my round. 

As she said that double entendre, she held my gaze just a tad longer than is necessary and left her hand resting on my hip. I panicked. I went hot and I felt my pulse race a little.

"Yes I enjoyed it too," I muttered lowering my gaze and then lifting it again to meet hers.

"We will have to do it again" she smiled at me adding in a lower tone. "Soon, very soon."

It was my third night away from home. Although the frequency of sex between Ben and I had decreased, I still missed gaining the occasional orgasm, although that now and then came in the bathroom after he had fucked me rather than as he did it. That night after the golf I masturbated, something I was doing more frequently since my sexual relationship with my husband had started to deteriorate. As one hand squeezed and caressed my right boob and pinched and pulled my nipple and the other rubbed my clit and along my lips, I brought myself near to an orgasm. With my emotions running riot I suddenly gave myself such a shock. Just as the pleasure from my hands was becoming wonderfully intense, Helda came into my mind. She was naked and lying beside me. She had one arm round my shoulders and the other was reaching down my body. We were kissing deeply as her fingers slid into my wet, open and receptive cunt. With that image in my mind, I climaxed.

"Like to dance?" the personal trainer who had given me the induction course at the gym asked?

This was about three months ago. I was at the monthly disco that the gym held for its staff and members. I have no idea why I was there other than it got me out of the house and home late enough for Ben to have been in bed.

"Ok" I said to the quite pretty, but rather athletic looking PT. 

When I had seen her earlier just after the music started, I had thought that she scrubbed up well. She was wearing a nice, pale blue, low cut, silk dress with thin spaghetti straps and high heels. The dress was tight and the hem was a good six inches above her knees. She was in her early thirties I guessed and from chatting to her as she drilled me in the gym, I knew that she was single. It would be an exaggeration to say that we had got to know each other well, but we did chat now and then and we smiled at each other when we passed in the gym or pool.

In the gym, the female personal trainers usually wore tight, dark blue, lycra pedal pushers that ended just beneath the knee with a range of different tops, in white or yellow. As Emma moved round the gym, it was quite evident that her long slim legs and gorgeously pert bottom were her crowning assets. At the disco, it was also quite evident that the rest of her features, including her small, but beautifully formed boobs, were also pretty good. She had her browny, auburn hair that she was wearing down so that it tumbled onto her nearly bare, tanned shoulders unlike at the gym where she usually had a pony tail and she was wearing full make-up. I had not seen her like that before I realised it accentuated her big eyes and full lips and really did make her look very attractive. 

I had chosen a simple white, cotton, button up the front top and blue denim jeans. The top was loose so that I was not emphasising my tits and I too wore my hair down. Although a good ten years older than Emma, my hair was longer, some might say too long for my age, as it now rather frighteningly had a number of grey streaks, and it was wavier. Looking in the mirror just before I left home, I had thought the black hair tumbling onto the white cotton was a nice contrast, although I had some doubts about the rather heavy, dark frames of my glasses; I mad a mental not to get a 'softer' pair. I was wearing black, mid-height heeled, strappy sandals that showed off my scarlet painted toe nails, rather prettily I thought.

During the first dance to Abba's Dancing Queen, we chatted about the gym and my programme. As the music got louder on the next number so we chatted less and concentrated on our dancing. Emma was a wonderful mover and her generally, somewhat athletic gait witnessed in the gym was replaced with a sensual and extremely provocative, style of dancing; her body was amazingly supple. I could not hope and did not try to compete.

"Some dancer" I said as we walked to the bar and ordered white wines.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," she smiled back.

We joined a group of six or seven women, a couple of whom I recognised as members and three as PTs. Although probably the oldest there, I did not feel uncomfortable and joined in with the gossip and lively banter. It was fun and I was enjoying myself being with 'the girls.' 

One of the girls asked what I would like to drink and I said white wine. Another suggested that we all put a tenner in a kitty to pay for it, but another said.

"Leaving the tee totallers, Emma and Annie out of it."

"No, no, I am happy to pay" Emma said.

"Don't be fucking stupid you are not paying a tenner for two glasses of water, you silly bitch" the aggressive, but nice scouser grunted.

It took me back years when we all danced as a group interchanging partners and trying to outdo each other with sexy dance movements. We took it in turns to go into the centre of the circle of girls and to do our thing as the others looked on; Emma won by a mile.

The evening wore on and I danced with a couple of men who were members and a two or three male trainers, but after each dance I returned to the group of girls in the corner of the bar. It was getting late and I had drunk too much. Not to the point that I was drunk, but I was certainly over the limit and decided to get a cab home. I was coming to the gym tomorrow and either, Ben could drop me off or, I would get another cab.

I was on the dance floor with a few of the group when a slow number came on. I went to leave, but Emma grabbed me.

"No stay Tina" she said grabbing my hand. 

Until then, we had not touched each other's flesh. Her hand holding mine sent a surge of feelings through me, I almost shuddered. 

"Come on," she said pulling me into her arms.

I should have resisted I suppose, but glancing round the crowded floor, seeing several other girly couples, and knowing that it was quite common in the clubs for girls to dance together, I did not. Instead, I held Emma's hands and moved slowly on the spot to an old Barry White number, which was cool and sexy.

At first, we were at arms-length and apart from our hands no other parts of our bodies were touching. Being quite mellow from too much wine and getting well into the music I had not really noticed how things had changed as we danced. Instead of just loosely holding hands, my right and her left, our fingertips were now entwined and I felt one of Emma's fingers stroking my palm. I was closer to her, much closer and now as we moved, our tummies, legs and breasts would occasionally touch. I had draped my left hand round her narrow waist and she had rested her left hand on the side of my hip, just where I have a slight excess, my love handles as Ben calls them. Innocuous in many ways, but whereas my hand was horizontal to the floor, Emma's was almost vertical. That meant that mine was touching only her waist, but that hers was touching my hip and the start of my bottom. 

None of these things really hit me very hard or, at the time, seemed out of the ordinary. They clearly were, but did not seem to be, for they felt natural. So much so that when I felt a pressure from her hand on my hip I went with the request and let myself go even closer to her. So close that her small breasts were engulfed by mine. I opened my eyes, looked down, and saw that where they were squashed against me her low top and slipped a little and most of both of her boobs were uncovered. It was clear that she had not bothered with a bra for where the cotton of my blouse was pressing on the silk of her dress the neckline had slipped so that on one breast I could see a touch of her pink areola. For some reason that excited me. 

I looked up and into her brown eyes. Neither of us spoke, but Emma smiled. I smiled back. The finger resting on my palm started to press more firmly and began rubbing me in small circles. That felt highly intimate, but also very nice. As she looked deeply into my eyes, I felt her other hand move a little. It moved across and down me so that her fingers were now pressing right onto and into the flesh of my bottom. I was relieved that the floor was crowded and the room was dimly lit. I was even more relieved when  she let go of my hand and slid hers slowly upwards. The palm of it was on the side of my body with the fingers on my back. She stopped when it was just a little more than mid-way between my waist and the bottom of my breast. As the number was ending, she eased it further upwards, but even more slowly. Then, as the last notes of the song started, she moved it further until her palm rested fully on the side of breast. Looking into my eyes, she pressed and sent such a surge of sexual desire through me that a little moan slipped through my lips.

We held each other's gaze as the last dance, the typical and rather naff Frank Sinatra, New York, New York was announced. Our arms round each other we did the obligatory can-can sort of stuff until the music stopped and then turning we put our arms round each other and hugged and then kissed each other on the cheek.

Back in the bar for a last drink, I was on the phone ordering a cab, when Emma said. "Let me give you a lift Tina."

"No, no it's fine, it's only a few miles."

Emma moved closer and smiling and adopting a mock fierce tone that others would hear she said. "Darling, I insist."

At the time, Ben and I lived near to Alexandra Palace. It was a slightly run down area, but nevertheless it was trendy with loads of bars and restaurants and, of course, the relative 'countryside' of the park around Ally Pally. We were both doing well financially and we had vague plans to move more upmarket, either to Islington or, even more so, to Highgate. However, the state of our marriage was hardly conducive to planning a move so it sat very much on the back burner.

We were soon the road where I lived. As usual, parking was a nightmare and Emma had driven well past my house looking for a space. 

"Do a left and left and left Emma and then just drop me in the middle of the road."

She did the first two left turns and as we came up to the third, there was a large space under one of the London plain trees. She pulled into it.

"I can walk from here," I said feeling slightly scared as she turned off the motor on the blue Ford Focus.

"I know you can lovey, but I don't want you to," she said turning her body and looking at me.

I stayed pressed back into my seat, wondering what she was up to and what was going to happen. A little part of me wished she would just say good night and let me get out. A larger part wanted to chat, but that still left another big part not sure what it wanted.

"Have you enjoyed this evening Tina?" she asked running her hand through to brush it away from her face. As she did, the top of her dress moved and again I saw a goodly part of both of her breasts. Although the only light was coming from a street lamp some thirty or so meters away, I could see that the dress had ridden well up her bare legs.

"Yes Emma, yes I have."

"Good" she said in barely a whisper. "So have I, it's been wonderful spending it with you."

I was struggling now. Was she pulling me? Was this a come on? How would I know? Would I resist?

"And you" I gulped as she reached out and took my hand.

Looking deeply into my eye, leaning forward a little more she placed her fingertips on the back of my hand. "I mean really, really wonderful Tina, get me?" She asked again holding my gaze.

"Yes, I think so Emma."

"But you aren't sure are you?" She said her fingers rubbing the back of my hand.

"No" I breathed.

"I meant Tina that it was spending it with you that made it wonderful."

"Oh I see," I stammered as she turned my hand over and ran her fingertips and brown painted to match her hair, fingernails across the palm.

"Do you see Tina, do you really see?"

"I er, um Emma, oh I don't know," I replied genuinely confused.

"Was it wonderful for you, lovey because of me?"

"Yes" I whispered as she slid her other arm along the back of my seat in front of the headrest.

"Because of what we did Tina, did that make it wonderful? It did for me."

I could not think of anything to say, so we sat in silence for a few moments. We were staring at her fingers that were now stroking all over my hand and fingers and were moving onto the front of my wrist, just where those veins vanish into your hand, which is a very sensitive place.

"Was it because of that Tina?"

"Oh Emma," I groaned. "I don't know, I really just don't know," I went on feeling near to tears as I bowed my head and stopped looking at her.

I felt her hand on my hair. She gently ruffled it and whispered.

"You have such gorgeous hair Tina."

"Thank you" I mumbled.

"Have you done anything like that before Tina?"

"No, never."

"Never?"

"Well not since I was very young, we all do things like that then," I stammered.

"Yes that is true, but not since you have been a woman?"

"No, I am married."

"I know, but that does not matter."

"Oh it does, Emma, it matters so much."

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know, I just don't know" I went on now completely and utterly confused.

I realised that Emma's hand had slid up my arm and was caressing it by my elbow whilst her other one was stroking my head, rubbing my neck and running the fingers through my black, curly, rather dishevelled hair. These were overtly intimate gestures. There could be no doubting that or the fact that now, she was clearly trying to seduce me. Those thoughts were flying round my mind as I struggled desperately to work out what I wanted to do.

"Darling," she whispered. "It has nothing to do with being married or not, it is all to do with how and what you feel."

"What do you mean?"

As she said that I realised that the fingers that were stroking my arm were just millimetres away from the side of my breast and the memory of the feelings I had gained when she had touched that as we danced filled my mind and seeped into my body.

"I mean Tina, you had feelings when I held you and when I touched you didn't you?"

"Yes I did."

"And when I caressed you, you had them didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And when I touched your boob you got them, didn't you?"

"Yes, Emma yes I did."

"And lovey you have got them right now haven't you?"

"Yes" I muttered.

"And if I do this Tina, you get them even more don't you?" She asked holding my head and turning it towards her.

She had pulled one knee up beneath her bottom so that raised her higher and enabled her to lean over the central console to reach me so that our faces were almost touching. Her eyes were boring into mine, her mouth was slightly open and I watched as she licked her tongue along her upper lip. I knew that she wanted to kiss me. I knew that she was in a way asking my permission to do that and I knew that the ball was very much in my court. But what I did not know was what I wanted her to do, so I did nothing.

She saw and must have understood my dilemma. She may have been in a similar position herself at some time; that moment when you have to confront your sexuality and challenge and maybe break the status quo. 

I felt her hand holding the back of my neck more firmly and saw her face move closer to mine.

"And Tina," she said in a near whisper. "You would get them very much if I kissed you wouldn't you?"

"Oh my god" I gasped as without further ado her face closed the gap between us and she brushed her lips gently along mine. She hovered them there for a moment or two, neither kissing me, nor removing them. Again, I took this to be a sign of her consideration and a way of seeking my approval before she proceeded. 




Going Bi!



Tacitly giving that by not moving, my whole being revelled in the sensation as her lips closed around mine and she kissed me. It was utterly sublime. 

I was so surprised. Being kissed and kissing a woman was so similar to with a man, yet it was so different. I guess the physical aspects of it provided the similarities, thankfully without the bristles and the emotional ones the differences.

"Ok darling?" Emma whispered her mouth moving slightly away from mine.

"Yes Emma" I whispered back, my left arm involuntarily lifting up and my hand going round the back of her neck. 

Was that the final sign of my acquiescence to her advances I wondered as she kissed me again? 

This time it was a deeper and fuller kiss, if that is not a meaningless description, but it is how it felt. The overriding sensations I got, though, were of gentelness, consideration, caring and sensitivity. With a man, a kiss often portrays energy and strength, force and drive. It is the preamble to the man penetrating the woman, entering her and fucking her. A woman's kiss to another woman does not act as forerunner to penetrative sex, but as foreplay to a deeper, caring and loving form of intercourse.

Our mouths seemed to dance together as our tongues and lips sucked and licked and kissed. I realised, of course, that I had started kissing her back. I also realised that I was enjoying what she was doing or, more accurately, what we were doing. Even more significantly, I realised that I did not want to stop and, in fact, I wanted more.

I lifted my other arm so that both were round her neck. Her left arm was round my shoulders, our mouths were clamped together and my eyes were shut. It was then that she cupped my breast. My entire body jerked.

"Oh Tina this is so marvellous," she whispered kneading and squeezing the ample excess of my left breast as her fingers strayed inside my blouse.

It was her speaking and the extreme sensation she gave me that made me open my eyes and realise just where we were. In her car parked just round the corner from where I lived.

I came to my senses and pushed her back. 

"This is madness Emma."

"What is?"

"This?"

"How do you mean?"

"Here."

"What, what we are doing or doing it here?"

"Both" I said sharply straightening my blouse.

"You don't mean that do you Tina?"

"Yes, I do."

She got hold of my chin and turning my face looked right into my eyes. "Now tell me you didn't enjoy it."

"Ok Emma, yes I did, but it is ridiculous doing it here."

"Come to my flat then, it's not far."

Smiling I said. "Emma I can't do that. I am a married woman with a husband at home waiting for me."

"Then tomorrow, come to my flat tomorrow."

"I can't promise, I have to think things through."

*

That night was awful. Thankfully, Ben was in bed when I got home, slightly pissed and still sexually excited. I hardly slept so worried was I at what was happening to me. I had, of course, put the two and two together of my distaste for sex with Ben and the times I had been aroused by women and had reached the four not five that I was, at best bi-curious. Tonight had gone some way to satisfying that curiosity, but what it had not done was assuage my fear that I might be becoming a lesbian. In fact, so strongly attracted to Emma had I been that, if anything, it had increased my fear and trepidation about being a lesbian.

Over the next few days, I thought about it endlessly. I spent hours googling lesbian, bi curious, bisexuality and loads of associated questions that were roaring through my brain. They had been there for some time, but had lain dormant I suppose as I came to terms with the changes that were occurring in me. I am not sure that the web research really did much at all other than confirm what I already knew and that is one does not catch lesbianism or being gay!

So what was it that was turning me off sex with men and making it with a woman seem more attractive? I had no answer to that.

Over the next few days Emma and I were in constant contact, mainly by text. She was imploring me to meet her, I was resisting, manfully! She could not understand why I would not get together with her, which was not surprising really, as I could not either other than, of course, that I was a married woman who did not cheat on her husband and I was straight, or so I thought!

Although I work in the creative areas of advertising, I have a logical and pragmatic mind and approach.  I can usually see things as they are and not as I would like them to be and generally, when I have a problem, I am able to develop a plan to solve it. That is how I work in business when confronted with a difficult copywriting issues and is how I try to act when confronted by emotional problems.

This trauma, however, was more extreme and complicated than any I had experienced. One part of me wanted to be with Emma. I wanted to be kissed, cuddled, caressed and comforted by her. When I was by myself and the need to masturbate occurred I realised that also, I wanted her to undress me and take me further. How far, I was not sure, but I certainly wanted to dip my toe in the sea of sappic love.

The other part, the traditional, grown up, married woman part felt differently. That wanted me to forget Emma, to put what we had done to one side and forget all about this lesbian or bi bullshit. It wanted me to get back in my box of heterosexual life and once more be the faithful, lie on my back and think of England wife as hubby fucked me when he chose. To be truthful that had its attractions; it was much less of a hassle.

In some ways I wished that I was promiscuous. If I were, I could then go on a bender with men and try to establish whether: it was men in general I was going off, whether I had simply tired of Ben or whether my calling was coming out of the theoretical closet and my desire for women was turning me off men.

I rationalised that finding out about 'men in general' was not possible. The guilt trip I was on about 'having headaches' with Ben and that evening with Emma, were bad enough. To overlay that with getting laid on the side by someone I hardly knew was unthinkable.

Nevertheless, I developed a plan.

"I am sorry I have been a bit of a bitch lately," I said to Ben when he phoned the next evening to tell me he was leaving his office. That let me know what time he would be home and enabled me to plan dinner. Tonight, though, I had something other than dinner planned.

"That's ok," he had said.

"I will make up Ben I promise," I said as we broke the connection.

Forty minutes later, I heard his key in the lock of the front door.

"Jesus Christ Tina, that's fantastic" he said.

"I think you deserve it Ben. Do you like it?"

"Like it, it's fucking amazing," he said walking over to me.

"Well don'texpect it every night, just special occasions," I said removing my glasses. I placed them carefully beside the TV where I always put them so I do not lose them; if only I could get on with contacts!

He took me in his arms, kissed me and whispered. "Thanks darling," as he ran his hands down my back, over the nearly bare, slightly larger than I like, cheeks of my bum, past that sexy patch between them and the black, seamed holdups and down along the sensual nylon material. "Mmmmmm that feel lovely Tina."

"Mmmm, yes it does Ben and so does this," I whispered pressing my mound against his erection.

"Let's go upstairs."

"No stay here," I replied wanting the added bonus of the unusual setting, the lounge to have sex with my husband.

Still kissing and using our tongues in the other's mouth, I undid his shirt as he squeezed my tits. I pulled his shirt out of his trousers and struggled that and his jackets off in one go. He, in turn, eased one of my breasts out from the cup of the bra that was a double D, but was still a tight fit on my boobs that I swear were still growing! Bending, he took my nipple into his mouth as I fiddled his belt and trousers undone. Between us, we got them, his boxers and shoes and socks off. He looked good naked and being like that as I was still, relatively, fully dressed gave me the buzz that I realised I needed, to go through with my plan.

"Hey this is hardly fair," he growled putting on a mock stern voice. "I'm undressed and look at you."

"Most men would think it eminently fair to have their wife seduce them dressed in all black underwear," I smiled, sitting him on the sofa and standing in front of him.

"True Teen and you do look fucking fabulous," he groaned running his eyes over the undersized bra, the way that one breast seemed to be trying to burst out from it whilst the other clearly already had. He looked at the black, lace, bikini panties that were nearly, but not quite a thong, the high, black lacy top holdups and the black, patent leather stilettos. I felt good and knew that I looked good too. Reaching up with both hands, I pulled the comb and clip out of my hair, shook my head and let the black locks tumble onto my shoulders and down my back with a few strands falling onto my chest.

"Lean back" I said as I got on to the sofa and knelt beside him.

I pushed him into the corner of the sofa; he was completely erect. Still kneeling, I reached behind me, unclipped my Perla bra and slowly, almost like a stripper removed it.

"Oh God Teen" he groaned as I dropped the bra on the floor and cupped both of my tits in my hands. Staring at him, I rolled the two globes together, squeezed and then lifted them up. I had not done this for such a long time. That and the fact that we were in the lounge, I guess were the reasons I pulled the right one up so that the nipple was close to my mouth. "Oh yes, yes" he groaned his hand, seemingly involuntarily, going to his cock and stroking it softly. Looking into my husband's eyes, I took the swollen, coral pink nipple into my mouth and sucked it, greedily. 

I often did this to myself when I masturbated. However, during the past few days as I jacked myself off with my nipple in my mouth and the other hand between my legs it had not been Ben whose mouth I imagined was sucking it, but Emma's. Now, as I sucked it for my husband, frighteningly she came into my mind and I visualised her lying on the couch looking at me. That shook me. It was not part of the plan, it was not what I had envisaged would happen this evening. She was not supposed to intrude, be there or play any part in my plan, but unknoingly she was.

I ploughed on, though, and ran my spare hand down my body and into my panties. I rubbed myself enjoying Ben's eyes staring at me and popping out like organ stops. He started to wank himself, something he knows I like to watch, just as he enjoys seeing me do myself. Mutual masturbation, however, was not the plan. 

Moving closer, partly so he could get to me, but mainly so I could reach him I pushed his hand away from his erection. I took that in my hand and he grabbed my tits. After all the years we had been together, he knew just what I wanted and he was quickly, pinching my nipples hard and pulling them so they stood out to over two centimetres from my areola. It was lovely. 

I moved even closer to him so that the outside of my leg pressed against his hip. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock, then its length and then further down and all over his balls. I sucked one of them, then another then both into my mouth as I scratched him just behind them and in front of his anal opening; I knew he loved that, but I had not touched him there for ages.

Holding his cock away from his, at his age still, reasonably flat tummy I took the bulbous end of it into my mouth. I sucked on that for a moment or two then thrust my mouth downwards so that it was buried in my mouth. I closed my lips around it and eased my face up and down on it. He grunted and I felt his hand fumbling between my legs. I opened them and he pushed his fingers through them and right along my pussy lips.

"Oh Jesus Teen" he groaned, one hand grappling with my tits the other between my legs with his fingers struggling to get inside me. I opened my legs more and two or three slid in. That made me grunt and I pushed downwards just at the same time that he found my rhythm and began thrusting his hips toward me as he started to fuck my face at the same time as he finger fucked my cunt. "I'm near Teen, I am so near," he grunted starting to pull away as I had insisted on the rare occasions that I had given him a blowjob. This time I held him there, for that was the plan. 

What was also in the plan was that I would cum. That was my idea. I would 'seduce' my husband, do the most unlesbian thing I could think of, give him a blow job and have him make me cum. By doing that, I hoped, wondered, thought or feared that I would drive the demons of being attracted to women from my mind. To an extent it worked. I certainly had a strong orgasm and felt no revulsion as his cock seemed to explode and his semen poured into my throat as we climaxed together. On another level, however, it did not work for as I shuddered with my orgasmic delights and as I swallowed his cum, I had Emma's face and body in my mind.

*

"Hi Emma."

"Hello Tina, how are you" Emma asked me on our mobiles the next day.

"Fine thanks and you?"

"Wonderful."

I paused for a moment or two.

"You still there?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Why the silence then?"

"I have a question?"

"Go on then?"

"What are you doing this afternoon?



Going Bi



"Lean back against the wall James" he whispered pushing on my chest and then pinching my nipple. I leaned back. "Put your arms above your head." I did. "No higher as though you were reaching for a bar to hang from." 

I got what he meant and followed his instruction. He moved closer so that his cock brushed against my towel.

"May I James?" He whispered slipping his fingers into the folds of my towel.

"Yes" I sighed loving the feeling of him removing it and making me as bare as he was.

"You have a gorgeous dick James, I could fall in love with that" he said smiling and taking hold of my full erection. "Turn round you lovely man" he whispered. "Stand about three feet from the wall, put your arms straight out and lean on the wall. God you have a great arse too" he went on running his fingertips across each cheek and then into the crease between them.

He put his arms round me, cupped my tits and pinched my nipples as I felt his lips and tongue on my back. Then, as his hands slid down and took hold of my cock and stroked my balls I felt his cock, which was now ramrod hard, nestling tight in the crack of my bum.

"You sure you wouldn't like me to fuck you baby?"

I was tempted, but grunted. "No."

"Ok stay right like that" Peter said as he started slowly pumping my cock with one hand and gently squeezing my balls with the other. At the same time he started sliding his cock up and down the crease in my bum and kissing and licking my back. What he was doing really did make my heart pound and took my breath away. It was without doubt one of, if not the most erotic experience that had ever happened to me.

I couldn't last. That was impossible. I found myself starting to thrust my cock in the palm of his hand and rapidly I started to fuck it. 

"Peter I'm cumming" I groaned.

"Mmmmmm wonderful, cum for Peter, cum for me baby.

And boy did I. Not just into my first real gay lover's hand, but also all over my stomach in my bedroom in Australia

I slept well that night

*

I got up late around nine on the Saturday morning and after a leisurely breakfast in the restaurant returned to my room to work on a report. I received an email from my boss who had asked if we could have a conference call around seven in the evening my time with him and the global HR Manager who was in Dubai on her way to joining me in Melbourne later in the week. I knew the call would last at least an hour so I called Mark on his mobile and explained the situation.

"Still want to have dinner James."

"Sure, but I am not sure what time."

"No problem I'll just hang loose and you call me when you're ready. Perhaps be best to eat in the restaurant here."

I returned to my room and started work on my report when Kelly called. It was just after eleven, which was past one in the morning in the UK. I almost asked where she had been to such a time, but resisted. We chatted for half hour or so with me wondering whether I should try it on with some dirty chat, but she said how tired she was and we ended the call, just as I was getting hard.

I worked until early afternoon when I decided to spend some time at the pool. I sent the file to the hotel printer with the view to taking that to the pool as I checked out the local crumpet hoping that I might get lucky and find a rather more attractive dinner companion than Mark. No such luck. There was only a smattering of people there including a rather attractive couple who I went and sat near to. Far-fetched though it was I thought maybe they would enjoy me joining them as Brad had Kelly and me in Boston. They didn't and left shortly after without us exchanging a word. That shattered my hopes completely, but then if you aren't in the game, you'll never win it will so you have to put yourself about a bit?

The conference call went well and they accepted most of my suggestions. Paula the HR Director explained some of the processes we would have to go through but told me she would brief me fully when she arrived Thursday afternoon. We arranged to have dinner together that evening and the call ended at eight thirty. Whilst Paula was by no means a great looker, being a bit horsey and a little overweight and she didn't dress with the style that I like in my women I was looking forward to Thursday; any port in a storm I was thinking as I found Mark's number on my Blackberry.

Hoping I hadn't screwed his evening up too much I called him and we agreed to eat in the casual restaurant by the pool at nine.

"I'm wearing shorts" he considerately told me.

I had a quick shower and slipped into my new grey, CK Y fronts and a pair of white, fairly tight, knee-length shorts. I sprayed myself with deodorant and the new Chanel aftershave I had bought at duty free, thinking that you never know who might be in the restaurant. I pulled a dark blue, short sleeved linen shirt on leaving the top two buttons undone and slid on a pair of white flip flops.

The restaurant was almost empty and Mark was waiting.

"Hi I got some white wine going if you're interested" he said as I sat opposite him at the table. He was wearing a crisp, white polo shirt, beige shorts and brown boat shoes.

We had a nice dinner chatting easily about business and football mainly. The restaurant emptied around ten-thirty so we signed our bills, both being on company expenses and went to the bar off the main lobby. It was as good as empty. We sat at the bar and Pat, the Polish barman who we had got to know from the other evening came up.

"Usual guys?" He asked.

"What Scotch?" Mark said.

"Yes single malt and light touch of water isn't it?"

The other people left the bar so there was only Mark, Pat and me there.

"Can we get the football on" I asked Pat?

"What the Premier League?"

"Yes."

"Not in here I'm afraid I have to close in ten minutes"

"Oh shit."

"You can get it on your rooms though."

We looked at each other. Mark smiled. "Your place or mine then?"

"Whatever. Can we order some room service?"

"Sure, what do you want I'll get it delivered?"

I looked at Mark. "Want to split a Laphroig with me?"

"Look guys that will cost a packet at least three hundred Oz, we have to charge it by the measure."

"Really?"

"But I could pop down the road to the liquor store and pick one up for eighty or so and deliver that if you like."

We'd only been in Mark's room a few minutes when Pat brought the booze. I slid him a fifty and we helped ourselves to generous measures of the Scotch. Mark laid on his bad I sat in a chair and after slipping my flip flops off I put my feet on the bed not far from Mark's hip. We settled down to watch the match. It was awful. Neither team seemed that interested in winning and it quickly became a boring midfield battle. By half time the bottle was half empty and we were losing interest in the match and chatting about how much better football had been a few years ago.

"What's your wife think of all the travelling you do James?"

"She's ok, we sort of lead rather separate lives."

"What like an open marriage?"

"To an extent yes, though we never discuss our extra-curricular stuff."

"You get up to much?"

"I have my moments, but not as much as I'd like."

"What about her, Kelly isn't it?" He asked impressing me with his recall of me using my wife's name the other evening. "Does she do much?"

"Well as I say we don't talk about it, but I am sure she does."

"Sure?"

I told him about the panties in her bag incidence. He laughed.

"So she doesn't miss sex then, with you I mean."

"I don't think so, I think she has a ready source. What about you and your wife?"

"We rarely do it."

"What don't have sex."

"Not much, she went off it after our second kid."

"So what do you do?"

"Oh this and that, I have a couple of lady friends in HK and I use a couple of brothels when I feel like it."

"And on the road?"

"Just get what I can, when I can" he said making me jump when his hand brushed my bare foot. He took it away quickly. 

"But I get bored with hookers and I can hardly be bothered with the old woo and seduce. Too often it's a flash dinner or three, loads of time and money and all you get is a few kisses and a feel of her tits if you're lucky."

"Yeah I know that scene only too well" I told him as he got up and stepped over my legs touching them as he went to get the bottle.

"Fucking useless game wasn't it?" He said standing close to me and pouring the whiskey.

"Yes lousy goalless draw" I replied looking up at him when he didn't move away, but stood there his knee pressing against my outer thigh. 

"There is another way James" he surprised me by saying as I contemplated moving my leg.

"What football?" I asked suddenly feeling hellishly nervous and trying to defuse the situation a bit.

"No James I didn't mean that at all" he replied his hand not holding his glass falling to the waist of his shorts and resting on the buckle of his pleated, leather belt as his knee seemed to press a little more firmly against mine on the hem of my white shorts. 

"No" I gulped realising that he was trying to pull me, or I thought he was, but I couldn't be sure. Just like in the gay sauna my heart started to pound although I wasn't at all sure that I was up to being seduced by a man if indeed that was his intention. I realised that I could return the pressure effectively saying go ahead; move my leg as in indication I wasn't interested or do nothing and leave the ball truly in his court.

Sipping my drink, I looked up at him and said as calmly as I could. "What then?"

A slight smile came onto his face as he probably thought he'd got me, which he may well have done. "This" he went on undoing his belt, his eyes not leaving mine for a second.

"I see" I croaked as I saw the belt come undone and his finger go to the button at the top of the zip. He undid it and looked at me as he replied.

"Do you James, do you really understand?"

"Yes Mark I think I do" I stammered as he slid his zip down a little way.

"And are you comfortable with it?"

"Yes, yes Mark I am" I gulped as he pulled the zip further down.

"And have you er done anything?" He asked putting his drink down and in one languid movement taking his polo shirt off. He had a great physique, with a light tan and a smattering of blonde hairs across his breasts and down the middle of his chest to vanish into the gap in his shorts.

"A little" I replied.

"And you're up for more are you?" He asked, well more stated actually.

"Yes" I whispered.

"Then James, perhaps you should undress too.

'Oh fuck' I thought. 'This really is getting serious. I was so scared, but also so excited. I half wanted to stop, but half wanted to go further. It was hammering round my brain that this really was a true bi, well maybe even gay experience. That this wasn't a sordid experience in a gay sauna or a threesome with my wife, but a genuine pick up and seduction. I was going with a man one on one for the first time. I was in a bedroom with him, he was undressing and was asking me to do the same and wonderfully I wanted to, but I still had no idea what we would do. Indeed I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen or how far I was prepared to go. I didn't think I was up to being fucked, but wasn't quite as sure about fucking him if he asked me. After all I had fucked my wife there numerous times and had a variety of anal experiences with other woman.

"Well James" Mark said softly holding his hand out to me. I took it and he pulled me up. We were standing close looking at each other. Mark raised his eyebrows and smiled. With very fumbling fingers I started undoing the buttons on my shirt.

"Mmmmmm very nice James" he said looking at my bare chest that was just about as hairy as his. I froze when he put his hand out and ran the back of his fingers across my chest pausing briefly on and gently pinching each nipple. I was shaking with nerves as I undid more of the buttons and pulled the shirt out of my shorts. Looking down I watched fascinated as Mark ran his fingers down my chest across my stomach and slightly into the waist band of my white shorts. As I peeled the shirt off he said very quietly.

"Shall I?" as the fingers on his other went to the button at the top of my zip.

Shaking my head I croaked. "No. No Mark, I will." 

Why I stopped him I have no idea for several times in the sauna I had revelled in someone removing my towel. I got a massive buzz from it and realised I wanted to flaunt myself to Mark, I wanted to be naked for him and I wanted him to ogle my body and lust at my cock that was frighteningly hard. 

I undid the button and started sliding my zip down.

"Are you up for this then James" he whispered pushing his shorts mid-way down his thighs so that his erect cock stood up; he wasn't wearing underpants. He had a good cock. It was about average length and thickness but nicely shaped and of a golden colour like the rest of his body. It reared awesomely up his flat, slightly hairy stomach and I noticed was circumcised. 

I was breathing heavy and my hands were shaking as I pushed my shorts down and let them fall to the floor. In my tight Y fronts my erection was massively emphasised.

"Oh James" Mark sighed looking at it. "You look marvellous."

Smiling I replied. "You don't look so bad yourself" as I leered at his naked hard on.

Reaching out Mark ran his fingertips along the outline of my cock inside the cotton underpants. That made me shudder with excitement; the feeling was amazing. Moving a little closer he whispered.

"Here let me" as he fiddled his fingers inside my underpants rolling them down so that he exposed me completely. "Oh yes baby" he went on taking my cock in both of his hands as he pushed them further down and I wiggled my legs so they slid to the floor. His had got caught on his hips and he pushed them down so that we were both naked.

"Hold me James" Mark said. I loved those magic words and held his dick, it was beautifully warm and so marvellously hard. I loved the feel of it realising that apart from my own this was only the third cock I had held. Momentarily I wondered how many more I would feel in the near future? His hands wandered up and down my cock stroking and rubbing. I followed his lead and soon was cupping his balls as he gently squeezed mine. He took one hand away and reaching up put his arm round my shoulder and moved closer. Our faces were almost touching; I could see some of the short bristles on his chin and could smell his strong aftershave. We looked into each other eyes as he again raised his eyebrows, smiled and mouthed yes, with a clear question mark after it.

'Oh my God' I thought. "He wants to kiss me. 

At first I mentally rejected the idea, but when he pushed his hips forward so that our cocks were squashed together and reached round me with his other hand and gripped the cheek of my arse I changed my view. I wanted to be kissed, I wanted to kiss him, and yes I wanted us to kiss. And we did. That was something I had never really imagined I would want to do, but slowly I was realising that sex was just sex the gender of the participants was irrelevant. 

Our mouths were open, our lips were squirming and our tongues were sliding and duelling. My arms involuntarily went round him as his did me. We pulled our bodies together and ground our chests and cocks against the other's stomach. Other than that my cock was rubbing against another dick as opposed to a soft womanly belly, it was just like kissing a woman. Mark broke the embrace.

"You ok with this James?"

"Yes Mark, yes I am" I gasped.

We kissed again with this time both of us firstly finding the other's bum cheeks and stroking and squeezing them then sliding our hands between us and finding the other's cock. We gently pumped the erections as we continued kissing and caressing each other. I still had no idea where this was going or where it would lead or, indeed, where I wanted to go or what I wanted it to lead to. What I did know though was that I was lapping it up and getting the most almighty buzz from this, to me, new type of sex. 

"Lie on the bed James" Mark said pushing me towards it. "On your front so I can see that delicious bum."

"What, why?" I stammered.

"Don't worry" he assured me as I lay down. "I'm not going to rape you, just massage you."

Like the Thai girl the other night it wasn't really a massage just one continual caress all over my body. Mark knelt beside me on the bed and slightly aggressively pulled my legs open so they were spread wide.

"Mmmm lovely" he whispered running his fingertips over each cheek before he started softly caressing my neck and shoulders, hair and scalp. He slowly worked his way down my back until his hands were on my cheeks firstly lightly rubbing them and then kneading them and pushing them together. 

"You really do have a great bum James" he said running his fingers down my legs and starting to caress and massage me just above my knees. Slowly running his fingertips up my inner thighs until they almost, but not quite touched my balls he then tantalisingly ran them down again. Using the traditional erotic massage technique of running them up and down, up and down teasing and exciting me each time going nearer and nearer to where I wanted them to be. My eyes were closed and my cock was rock hard as I waited for his next move. Almost forgetting it was a man's fingers for the sensations were so similar to those I had received from women many times in massage parlours all over the world I gave my mind and body over to the sheer pleasure I was gaining.

"Oh god" I grunted when on one upward sweep he didn't stop, but brushed the side of his hand against my balls. It was a sensational feeling. I wanted more and Mark was very aware of that from my sighs and gasps and the slight writhing of my body.

"Nice baby?" He asked stroking my balls with one hand and gently scratching that little patch of skin between them and my bum hole with the other.

"It's fucking marvellous" I grunted as he ran a couple of fingers along the crease in my arse pausing, enquiringly I thought, right on my hole. He pressed and I sighed.

"Ok James."

"Oh yes."

I wondered whether he was going to finger fuck my arse. That wouldn't have been a totally new experience for me as Kelly had done it a few times, but of course it had never happened with a man. He pressed on my anal hole again and I did nothing to deter him, but at the same time nothing to encourage him. He slid his other hand up and under me and he snuggled my cock neatly into his hand. He gripped me and I thrust at it a couple of times.

"Go on James fuck it, fuck my hand" he whispered, his mouth nearer to my ear than I realised. I pushed my hips forward and loved the tightness of his hand round my dick. At the same time he increased the pressure on my hole with his finger, easing it up me a little way, but by no means going for prostate massage; it felt good though. I thought he might be going to make me cum like this, but suddenly he stopped and turned me over.

"God what a lovely boner" he grinned running his hand up my dick then up my chest until it was on my tits. He pinched my nipples. "Just lie there James, close your eyes and enjoy it" he said softly.

He ran his fingers over my face, my eyelids, cheeks and lips before sliding them downwards until they were all over my cock and balls, between my legs, in the crack of my arse and again on my hole. I was in ecstasy, incredibly turned on and ready to cum. Without even thinking I reached out for him. I had to have the extra stimulus of feeling something as well having the sensations he was giving me. As my hand found his gorgeous cock and I rubbed it I suddenly realised that the feelings roaring through me, the need I felt and the desire in my mind and body was exactly the same as it had been at the massage parlour with the Thai girl. As she had rubbed and pumped my cock taking me near to, but carefully staying just the right side of a climax I had to feel her body and I had reached out and found her small, pert breasts and nipples. That had been as satisfying as it was now holding Mark's cock. That made me wonder if there really is any difference between 'straight' sex and the bi sex I was now getting into? I began to think there wasn't and that it was all about the buzz!




Going Bi



My cock and balls began to tingle even more as Mark took my masturbation towards a climax. My control over my mind and body had gone. I was a slobbering, whimpering wreck arching my back and raising my bum from the bed with my head rolling from side to side as I rather inconsiderately wanked Mark who was thinking more of my need and pleasure than his.

"Oh yes James, yes, yes, yes" he said realising from the feel of his flesh on my cock that I was near. I kept pumping him, half hoping that I would make him cum, but being very aware that I was so very, very near I couldn't concentrate enough to slow down to give him the satisfaction he really deserved.

"That's it come on James cum for me, let it all out James" he sighed as my cock seemed to explode. God knows how much spunk he encouraged from me and where it all went, but I seemed to cum for ages. I had no idea whether he did or not. 

"Oh boy, you needed that didn't you?" He asked letting go of my shrinking cock.

"Jesus Mark that was amazing" I groaned adding. "It wasn't that I needed to cum for I did that twice yesterday it was, well you I suppose."

Smiling he got off the bed. "Stay there let's clean you up" he said walking to the bathroom. "It wasn't really me mate, it was simply a guy you needed."

"And did I get one" I said as he came back wearing the white towelling dressing gowns thoughtfully provided by the Hyatt.

He had brought some tissues and a couple of face towels. He wiped my mess from my stomach and chest with the tissues and then went them and my now soft cock with a wet, warm towel. He shook some talcum powder onto me and threw me a dressing gown.

"The AC's a bit high isn't."

"Yes."

We sat around watching the end of the sports programme had another drink and chatted away for, I guess and hour or so. He asked me about my bi experiences and I told him the outline of thing with Brad and my visit to the gay sauna. I asked about his and he said he had a couple of regular partners in HK, but mainly looked for new 'adventures' like me. 

"I've been messing around for ten years or so I guess so don't worry James it doesn't mean you are turning gay, just that you have broadened your outlook and repertoire and have other ways of getting your sexual kicks, for that's what it's all about isn't it?" He said standing up and using the remote control to turn the TV onto MTV. 

"Yes I guess it is it's all about the buzz isn't it?"

"Precisely" he said. "Adding it's all about the buzz" as he turned back towards me. I saw with surprise and a surge of excitement that he had undone his robe and that as he walked across the room to where I was sitting on the bed it flared open and I saw that he was fully erect. He stood right in front of me his rampant cock and large balls just inches from my face and beaming a broad smile said.

"Ready for the second half?"

Feeling that wonderful tingling in my balls as I started to harden I looked up at him and said. "What do you have in mind?"

By now I certainly, and I guess Mark as well were partly pissed. Not out of our brains or falling over drunk, but of the kind where nothing matters, anything is possible and your inhibitions have pretty much gone. So as I said that and looked at him realising that of course he hadn't cum yet I reached out and ran my fingers up his rigid dick; it felt lovely. And that made me wonder whether he had been saving himself to fuck me, which in turn made me think about what I would do. My inebriated mind put it into a recess with the view to handling that when and if it became an issue.

"You'll see, lay back" he said shrugging his robe off and letting it drop to the floor so that he was arousingly naked. 

I lay back on the bed with my knees over the side. He came and stood beside me. 

"Close your eyes" he ordered me. I did. I felt his fingers on the tie of my robe and I groaned with sheer pleasure when he pulled it apart and bared my cock. "Oh good boy" he said softly taking hold of my half erect prick. "Well done" he went on fondling me as I felt his weight on the bed. 

I opened my eyes and saw that he was sitting on the edge right next to my knees with my cock in his hand and his body bent towards my stomach. Closing my eyes again I reached out and my fingers found his buttocks; I stroked him and he grunted his pleasure. Then something touched the end of my, now nearly, full hard on. My booze befuddled mind took a moment or two to recognise what it was.

'Oh fuck it's his tongue, he's gonna suck me' I said to myself not sure whether I was pleased or scared or both. As I felt his tongue lick around the purple glans of my uncut dick and ease my foreskin back before sliding down my length and onto my balls I quickly became sure and topped being scared.

"Ok James?"

"Oh yes" I sighed grabbing his head and stroking his hair.

The feel of his lips encircling me and then sliding down and then up slowly and purposefully as his fingers played with my balls and stroked me between my legs was sensational. I quickly realised that there was no difference to being sucked by a guy to a girl once you got your head in line. I also realised that whilst Kelly was bloody good at giving head, Mark was better. He licked over every inch of my cock and balls sucking them one by one and then together into his mouth. At the same time his fingers were never still and were caressing my stomach, thighs, balls, between my legs and the crease of my arse. I felt as though I was in heaven, but I wanted to give something back. 

"Get on the bed Mark" I groaned pulling at his hips and levering myself up the bed. We wiggled and crawled our way into the centre of the bed all the time with him slurping at my cock and balls. He had his face on my stomach with his legs up past my head. I was on my back, Mark on his side so it wasn't classically sixty nine but as good as for his immense erection was level with my face. I held it, I stroked it, and I caressed and then slowly pumped it.

"Oh yes baby" he groaned swallowing my cock so far I thought it might come out if his bum. He was so fucking good at it that right at that moment I could have given up women!

Did I have the pluck? Could I go that far? Was I getting too far into this new bi world I wondered as I moved my face towards his erection? It was like a magnet or a beacon beckoning me. It became the focus of my attention, my world and my number one desire as I pulled it and put my tongue out and licked its length. It was good; in fact it was much better than good. I wanted more, I wanted to go further. I opened my mouth and put my lips round the thick uncircumcised knob end of Mark's cock. It seemed such a natural thing to do, it seemed so right and inevitable as I slid his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. 

In the main I simply copied what he did. Taking it deeply in then almost out. Putting my lips over my teeth and running him in and out of my mouth quickly. Licking and sucking his balls and stroking all round his genitals. As I was doing that he was doing broadly the same things to me.

"Babe I am getting near" he groaned. "You?"

"Very, I am nearly there."

"The let's do it" he sighed taking me out of his mouth. "Where do want to cum?"

"I don't care" I gasped.

I did the same and followed his lead by pumping his cock in about the same rhythm as he pumped mine.

"You fucking marvellous little tart" he groaned as his cock started to explode at the same time as mine. 

I don't know about him but I had never had spunk over my face before.

*

We cleaned up, put the robes on and finished the whiskey. We were both now nicely pissed and I at least was feeling mellow, but not at all horny. I saw that it was after three and as I always do when overseas I converted that to UK time, five Saturday evening. I wondered what Kelly was going to do this evening and whether she would let her hair down quite as spectacularly as I had.

"Gonna stay the night James?" Mark asked.

That completely threw me for it hadn't entered my head that we might actually sleep together. I didn't want that. I couldn't envisage lying beside Mark, our feet touching or our hands straying, fingers running over the other's body or us planting little kisses on the other's back as I undoubtedly would have wanted to do if Mark had been a woman. I realised that I didn't want the tenderness or the intimacy that I would have relished with a female. With Mark, with a man it was all about the buzz, it was the sex not the affection that was the attraction.

"No I think I will go to my room."

"I understand."

"Do you Mark."

"Yes James I do, I have been where you are."

"Let's see tomorrow shall we Mark?"

He grinned. "Yes James let's see, but remember, tomorrow is another day!



Going Black



Warning: If you do not like interracial sex stories involving black men dominating white women then please do not read any further. Do not be a hater because some people enjoy things that you do not.

***

Jackie knew the risks when she started speeding to get home after working late at the office, but she had a husband and three teenagers to cook for. When she saw the police lights flashing in her rear view mirror she wanted to cry. She had lots of bills and she had to use careful budgeting to get by. She pulled her SUV over to the side of the road and stopped her engine, cursing herself about the cost of a speeding ticket and the points on her licence that would cost her hundreds of extra dollars a year.

A feeling of depression and anger welled up in her body as she watched in her side view mirror as the police officer, a large black man, got out of the car and walked toward her. An idea popped into her head. What if she tried to flirt her way out of the ticket? She had married young, and was only thirty two. And despite all the responsibilities she had and even after giving birth to three children, she always managed to keep herself in shape because she felt she needed to look good for her husband. Good genetics, good diet and good exercise kept her looking more like twenty-two. Quickly, she loosened her blouse to show some cleavage, tossed her hair and readied a smile.

The policeman tapped on the window and she lowered it and met his gaze with as flirtatious a smile as she could muster. She found it somewhat difficult since she thought the black man standing by her car looked ugly and thug-like.

"Driver's license, vehicle registration and insurance please."

She quickly handed him the documents. "I'm sorry, officer."

"Do you realize you were going 95 mph in a 50 mph zone?"

"Again, I'm so sorry, officer. I know I was speeding, but I'm late getting home to cook for the family–"

"That maybe but by driving over the speed limit you not only endanger your own life but those of your fellow commuters." 

"I know...I know. I used bad judgement." Jackie sat up her seat, trying to expose cleavage. "You look like a nice man and I promise I'll never speed again if you just let me off with a warning."

The policeman looked with a silent stone face for a moment. Jackie was sure she could see him looking at her breasts . He made her feel uneasy with his profoundly masculine presence. She beamed a nervous smile and batted her eyes at him as she waited for a response.

Please, please, let me off the hook, she thought.

"Step out of the vehicle, ma'am." He said curtly.

"Oh please," she said with a pout and a tilt of the head. "I know I did wrong, but I'm a good person."

"Step out of the vehicle." He said with the same curt, unsympathetic voice.

Feeling defeated, Jackie stepped out of the car. As she did it seemed to her the officer was looking her up and down.

"I'm going to administer a drunk test. I want you to step over by that line and walk straight along it."

"Okay, sir." Jackie walked over. "But I'm not drunk."

"Walk a straight line please." The officer said.

Jackie did. First she walked away from him, trying to sway her hips side to side in a provocative way. And then she walked back toward him, looking at him with a suggestively coy face. Again, he didn't show any sign of emotion. She walked over to him, looked at his name tag which read: Officer Troy.

"Officer Troy," she said reading the tag. "Or may I call you Troy–I really hope that you can forgive me my impatience driving. I never speed–"

"I want you to take this breathalyser test." Troy said.

"Yes, sir." Jackie said, feeling downcast.

He held the breathalyser machine for her to blow in. 

"I'm really a nice person, Troy." She said, seeing an opportunity, she opened her mouth and seductively placed it on the machine, Her heart was beating rapidly. She figured she was really going far out of her way to get out of the ticket now. She began giving it fellatio as blew. All the time she licked and sucked the tube she stared at black officer with her blue eyes. She watched him watching her and detected the curl of a smile on his lips. She began to feel excitement and arousal, not sure if it just hope she might actually get out of the ticket.

After the policeman pulled the breathalyser away, she leaned on one leg, curving her body in a flirtatious manner and ran her finger along his chest.

"Maybe if I did something nice for you, Troy. Then you could do something nice for me like forget this ticket." She said with her heart beating like a base speaker.

The black policeman looked at her, stoic as ever. She knew she was in trouble for sure now. She wondered if trying to flirt your way out of a ticket was a crime. And she also wondered what would she have to do if he took her up on her vague offer.

To her surprise, Troy began looking her body up and down. He then walked around her, focusing for awhile on her ass as he did. He nodded his head approvingly and Jackie blushed. He stood back in front of her.

"I was just getting off duty when I stopped you." The officer said. "So if you want to do something nice for me, then I suggest you drive over to the Pineview Motel at the first exit and check yourself in. If you don't–well–I have your licence number–and can easily say you drove off resisting arrest."

Jackie's mouth dropped in shock. He was taking her up on her offer. Suddenly, she didn't feel like being seductive anymore.

"Uh, um...I thought maybe–"

"Unless of course you want the ticket." The black police officer smiled. "I can do that too."

"Yes, but I..er–I have a husband and–"

"Then you better call and say you are running late." Troy got back into his police car. "I will meet you there in twenty minutes. Oh, and get a king size bed."

"But I...I–"

He drove off and Jackie felt like the ticket and points on her licence would have been a better choice. She thought about not going but then worried about his threat. She didn't like the idea of being a fugitive from justice and so without being fully aware of what she was doing she ended up parked in front of the Pineview Motel.

The phone rang, snapping her out of her zombie state. It was her husband. She answered it, feeling aggravated with him for having to be cooked for. It if it wasn't for that, she felt, she wouldn't need to be speeding and wouldn't be in the situation she was now.

"Where are you?" Her husband said in a voice that grated on her nerves. "The kids are hungry and we are all waiting for you?"

"The car broke down," she snapped. "I'm going to be late. Warm up some microwave dinners for you and the kids."

"How long are you going to be?"

"I don't know," she said. "I really hope it will be soon."

"Okay honey, do you need me to come pick you up?"

"No." She said. "I will take care of it, just feed the kids.

She hung up the phone and had an out of body experience as she checked herself into the motel. As she walked to her room, she couldn't remember if she paid cash or credit. She knew it could cause problems later if she paid credit since her husband would ask but she had no time to worry about that now. She opened the door with a card key.

The motel room smelled like cigarettes and air purifier. Before her was a king-sized bed and a above her was a ceiling mirror. She paced around the room nervously, keeping her purse tight to her side. She caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror on the outside of the bathroom door. She posed briefly, trying to picture what she showed the police man when she flirted with him. She did look attractive and slim in her conservative white blouse, grey skirt and white pantyhose. She shook her head thinking what a fool she was.

She looked at her watch, wondering how long she would have to wait. She thought a dozen times about just heading out the door and forgetting it, to hell with the consequences. She didn't plan on cheating on her husband–even if she did feel angry at him. Will he be happy enough to get a blow job? Or will he want more?

It occurred to her that she was going to have to at least suck his dick.

"Oh my gawd." She put a hand over her mouth thinking about it.

She'd never sucked a black man's dick before. In college she only dated white men and only sucked two other men before she met her husband. Both experiences revolted her. She never really enjoyed it and the thought of having to place her mouth on a strange and black man's dick who she had no feelings disgusted her.

She decided she couldn't go through with it. She raced for the door and opened it.

Standing there, about to knock, stood the black police officer–now dressed in well fitting slacks and a blue polo shirt. A small duffle bag lay on the floor, apparently placed there when he was going to knock. Tucked under his arm was a brown paper bag.

"Hello Jackie, going somewhere?" He smiled, picked up the duffle bag and pushed his way into the room. He tossed the bag onto the bed, closed the door and locked it before Jackie could even think of escaping.

"I just wanted to get some air," Jackie said walking to the door.

"I'll turn on the air conditioner. Why don't you just have a seat?" He said in a commanding voice.

Jackie obeyed and sat with her purse on her lap in a chair by the window and watched Troy open the paper bag, revealing a couple of bottles of liquor, which he placed on a table.

Troy looked so big and dangerous that she felt powerless to defy anything he told her to do. She began to shake as he sat on the bed and removed his shoes.

"Jackie," he said in a calm gentle voice. "I'm going to tell you right now that I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"You won't give me the ticket?" She looked at him with hope.

Troy smiled. "You have a choice. Take the ticket or don't."

Jackie hugged her purse close to her chest. "I don't know if I can do...it."

Troy laughed. "I'll give you some options. How's that sound?"

"What kind of options?" She said.

"You can suck me first, or I can suck you first....or we can suck at the same time." Troy's gaze rolled over Jackie's body. "You're a beautiful woman and I would love to lick you between your legs."

Jackie blushed. Her mind was filled with all kinds of nervous thoughts. Right now she would normally home cooking for her family. Everything had gone wrong.

"How long?" She asked.

"At least five minutes." Troy said.

Jackie sighed in resignation. She contemplated the idea of doing it as the same time to get it over with, but decided against it. She wasn't sure if she could handle going sixty-nine with him.

"You can do me first," she said finally.

"Alright," he said getting up. "Sit down on the bed, would you like a drink first?"

"I just want to get it over with."

As instructed, Jackie sat on the bed. She sniffed nervously as she did, on the verge of tears. Troy appeared undisturbed and took up a position knelling down in front of her. Jackie felt immobilized with shock, she couldn't believe this was actually happening. Suddenly, she felt his hot hands on her legs and she flinched.

"Relax, Jackie." He said. "I promise to make this as fun for you as it will be for me."

She watched his black hands disappear under her skirt and felt his strong fingers rubbing her trembling skin. With a firm push, he spread her legs apart. She could feel her groin shaking with fear. Her breathing increased and her heart beat quickened. Under the skirt his hands moved over her hips, tugged at the ends of her panty hose and pulled them down. His hands caressed her legs as he slipped the hose to her feet and removed them. He did the same to her panties, stopping for one moment to kiss the inside of her thigh. A shiver of surprise ran up her thighs as his lips touched her body. He hiked her skirt up until her pussy was visible. Seeing it, he let out a satisfied sigh.

"Dayum girl, your pussy is beautiful." He smiled up at her from between her legs. "I can see your starting to get wet already."

Jackie looked at herself in a mirror across the bed and was shocked by the obscene view of herself with legs spread wide and a black man staring directly at her uncovered pussy. She felt like pulling away and twitched.

"Do you want to do this or not, Jackie?" He asked.

Jackie, feeling she already went too far to turn back, nodded her head.

"I'm just nervous, get started, I'm starting the clock." Jackie lifted her hand and stared at the hands of her watch.

Troy's tongue licked the folds of Jackie's pussy and suddenly, her whole body felt alive with electricity. Her body convulsed with surprise. She tried to concentrate only on her watch, but could not block on the feeling of Troy's tongue lapping at her sensitive pussy.

"Oh," she said with an unwilling giggle.

"You like it?" He asked looking up at her.

"You got....ah." Jackie giggled again with excitement at the remarkable feeling of having her pussy sucked. "You got four and aaaaaaah half min...min...minutes," 

She tried to block out the experience of getting her pussy worked over like a jackhammer and looked intently at her wristwatch. It didn't matter how hard she tried, his tongue expertly dived into her snatch.

"Oh, ah," she struggled to suppress her giggles of delight. "That really tickles."

Again, Troy's tongue assaulted her pussy. Try as she might, she could not ignore the exquisite feeling of his tongue exploring every bit of her pussy. 

"Four minutes," she said staring at her watch.

Every fold of her flesh was licked and salivated on by Troy as he kissed and tongued her. 

"Three minutes and...oh my...a half," she said over her building enjoyment.

His head bobbed up and down aggressively. Jackie couldn't stand the feeling anymore and stopped looking at her watch. She leaned back on the bed and held herself up by resting on her elbows. She was amazed by the sight of his black head working itself like mad into her pussy. Every push forward sent shockwaves of exhilaration through Jackie's body.

Jackie couldn't deny it felt good and let out an exasperated gasp. "Oh, oh."

Troy continued attacking her pussy with his tongue, finally pushing it inside and thrusting it in and out. 

"That is amazing," she said involuntarily, not really wanting to let this happen.

He continued probing the inside of her pussy with his tongue, finding his way through trial and error to the most sensitive areas. When he found spots that made her body shake, he assaulted them with greater zeal.

"Oh, my. That...that..." she panted. "That is something else. Oooooh."

She didn't want her body to surrender to the pleasure that was building. But her body had other ideas. Her mind said no but her body cried excitedly yes.

"Yes," she cried as she fell backwards on the bed and placed her hand on the back of Troy's head. "That feels so good."

Troy seemed encouraged by Jackie's words and chomped down harder on her muff, driving her into a shaking ecstasy. She looked up at the ceiling mirror and couldn't recognize herself. Her hair had come loose, her blouse was a mess and Troy's black head buried between her legs. Most striking of all was the intense look of lust she saw in her face and her hand that she rest on Troy's head, pushing him more and more into her.

"Oh lick me, Troy." She cooed. "Lick me so good. Yes, like that. I like that."

The lovely thirty-two year old white wife of fourteen years, mother of three, surrendered to the wild tongue of the relentless black man. It just felt too good. Minute after minute passed without her realizing it as he plunged his tongue into her, building her pleasure until she her entire body began to shake with immense pleasure, fireworks exploded before her eyes and a gushing wetness burst from her pussy followed by a gasp of gratification.

"Oh, oh, oooooooooooh yeaaaaaaaaaah." She said, with every fiber of her flesh tingling with delight.

Jackie had cum. She felt it. Troy had licked her into an orgasm. She twisted on the bed in a sweaty, satisfied daze. 

"That was the most fun I've experienced in ten years." She said.

Troy pulled himself up on the bed and crawled on top of her. She didn't resist. His big, firm and masculine body felt good on hers and she wrapped her arms around him. Her libido controlled her actions. 

He looked in her in the blue eyes and planted a kiss on her mouth. Her labia discharge was still on his lips and as their mouths locked she sampled the taste of the juice from her own pussy. His warm mouth with its large, black, Negro lips felt different then she was accustomed–but delicious and exciting. Everything about Troy felt strong and powerful. His dominating manly musk intoxicated her. She returned his kiss with a desire laced moan, throughly enjoying the feeling of being overwhelmed with lust. Her hips pushed upwards instinctively. She grinded against his groin and felt a large thick bulge in his pants. Their lips parted and she let out an gasp.

"Wow," she said smiling at him. "That felt awesome."

Troy laughed with a deep, strong voice that Jackie found incredibly sexy.

"How long did that go on?" Jackie looked at her watch. "Oh my goodness. That went on for twenty minutes, I totally lost track of the time."

"I told you it would be fun. Aren't you glad you didn't take that ticket?" He said.

This time both Jackie and Troy laughed.

"Are you ready for your turn?" He asked.

"Oh yeah." Jackie smiled and nodded her head with a giggle. "I want to drive you crazy now."

She had a burning curiosity to see what the gigantic and hot bulge she felt on her groin looked like. They both got out of the bed. Jackie dropped to her knees while Troy unzipped his pants. She glimpsed herself in a mirror. Her hair and clothes were a mess but she thought she looked pretty hot sitting on her knees in front of a black man. She pulled his pants down and saw a great bulge in his black underwear. 

"Goodness gracious! What kind of monster do you have locked up in your pants?" Jackie said with a nervous tremble in her voice.

"A black anaconda," Troy said with a laugh.

She ran her hands along his firm muscular legs. She marveled at the contrast of her white hand against his dark skin. Slowly, she pulled his underwear down until a long black penis popped out of it and stood proudly erect like a thick nightstick.

"Oh my gawd. That is a monster." She said.

"Don't be afraid." Troy replied.

"It's so black," she said and stared with wonder at his cock.

Jackie gasped, her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened at the sight of it. She'd never seen a cock so totally black, so long or so hard looking before. She watched his twelve inch long cock, with its thick veins throb up and down in a mesmerizing way.

"My husband's dick isn't half your size," she whispered.

At the end of the cock was a huge and bulbous purple head. As she stared, it suddenly wagged back and forth. She actually screamed when it moved to energetically before her. She, for certain, never saw a cock that could do that before. Sometimes her husband couldn't even get it up when she wanted it.

Troy laughed. "Go ahead, Jackie."

Jackie took hold of his black cock in her left hand and then her cell phone rang. She felt upset at the interruption and looked at her phone while making an apologetic expression on her face to Troy. It was her husband on the phone.

"Honey," he said.

"Tim," she cut him off it in a huff. "I'm at a garage getting the car looked at. I'm going to be a awhile. I've also met up with a friend from college here and she is taking me to get some coffee while the car is fixed. I can tell you all about it later, okay. Don't wait up...we might catch a late movie later–I think I deserve some time off. Okay. Good-bye.'




Going Black



The players

Eric is a Vice President of very prestigious law firm in San Diego. He is the youngest VP in the history of the firm. He is 40 years old and is as black as night. He stands 6' 1" and weighs about 190 lbs. He has about 10% body fat. His cock is a very respectable 9 in and is 2½ inches in diameter. He has a smile that will burn the paint off the walls. He lost his wife two years ago to the big C. 

He is well versed in several martial art disciplines. He works out daily concentrating on strength training. 

He has a 20 year old son, Kevin, who is in his sophomore year UCLA studying law. He is a spitting image of his father. He followed in his father's footsteps and trains in the same disciplines. In the summer they wear boxing gloves and go at it full contact without head shots.

Sarah is a beauty. She is a classic blue eyed blonde. She is 38 years old, stands 5ft. tall and weighs about 105 lbs. She has an ass that stops traffic. He legs go all the way up to her ass. 

She works as a paralegal. She works for a small law firm that consists of three lawyers. One of them, Jerry, is the son of the CEO of the firm that Eric works for. She is especially good at writing legal briefs. Every month or so, some other law firm tries to lure her away. Every time she gets an offer she shows it to her boss and he has to give her a raise.

She has a daughter named Amy. She stands 5ft 1in tall and weighs about 105. She inherited her mothers blonde hair and blue eyes. She is in her freshman year at San Diego State. She is majoring in business and going for her MBA. She is a cheerleader but doesn't like the jocks. She thinks they are too shallow and egotistical. She goes for the handsome brainy type.

****************** 

Jerry is having trouble with a complaint that Sarah is writing. She is including some precedents that he doesn't think should be included and he wants to include some that she doesn't think will help the case. He calls daddy and asks for help.

Eric's desk phone rings.

"Hello."

'Eric. Jerry is having trouble with a complaint. I need you to run over there and give them a hand."

"On my way, Sir."

Twenty minutes later he walks into their office. The receptionist calls Jerry and tells him Eric is waiting. She shows him into Jerry's office. Jerry and Sarah are sitting at a table covered in papers. The both look frazzled.

"Hi, Jerry."

"Hi, Eric. Please meet Sarah. Sarah, meet Eric."

The both look at each other. Eric flashes his best smile. Sarah smiles back. She thinks how handsome he is. She notices that he carries himself with confidence. She is impressed.

He discreetly looks her over and his cock stirs. She is fucking hot.

"Hi, Sarah. It's nice to meet you."

"Hello, Eric. We need some help with this complaint."

"Let me look at it."

He looks it over and asks what the problem is. They explain and he agrees with Sarah.

"OK, Leave these in and don't put these in. This looks very good, Jerry. Good job on the research. You're learning how to write."

"Ummm, Sarah wrote this one."

"I'm impressed, Sarah. This is excellent. Jerry, give her a raise."

They all laugh.

"I just gave her one last week. Other law firms keep trying to steal her away."

"Do whatever you have to do. Just keep her."

Sarah blushes and says, "Thank you, Eric. That's nice to hear."

"OK, write this up and I'll come by tomorrow and look over the final draft."

The next day at 10 am Eric shows up. The receptionist tell him to go into Sarah's office.

"Hi, Sarah. Good to see you again.

"Hello, Eric. Nice to see you too."

They shake hands and Eric's cock stirs again. Sarah's nipples twitch. His big smile got her again.

"The brief is on my computer. I just need your approval and it's ready to print out."

She turns her monitor to him and pushes her mouse to him. He quickly scrolls through. A big smile breaks out. Sarah gets goose bumps. She knows he likes it.

"Brilliant. This case is a slam dunk. It's the best complaint I've ever seen."

"Oh my. Thank you."

"I need to ask you. Why don't you get a law degree?"

"I have trouble with public speaking. I took two years of it in college. I freeze up when I get up in front of some people. I could never argue a case."

"That's a real shame. With your mind you would be great."

"Thanks, but I think I'm better off doing this. I really like it."

"I had an idea of our firm putting you through school and offering you a contract. I guess that's out."

"That's a really nice offer but I couldn't take it. I'm just not cut out to be a lawyer."

"Do you have any plans for lunch. I'm buying."

"That's nice. I don't have any plans. How can I resist if you're buying."

She turns her monitor around, grabs her mouse and clicks print.

"I'm ready."

*********************

He decides he wants to impress her but not go overboard. He calls San Diego Marriott and reserves a table. He has taken his clients there before. They all know him. He plans on having some champagne so they take a cab.

They walk in and he slips the host a twenty. He takes them to an exclusive table and snaps his fingers. A waiter appears out of thin air. They sit and look over the menu. Sarah notices that there are no prices. She orders an item from the low calorie section. Eric orders an egg salad sandwich and a bottle of Dom.

They both enjoy a nice lunch. Sarah finds it very easy to talk to Eric. They talk about their dreams and life goals. They avoid talking about their ex spouses. He speaks intelligently on many subjects. She is very impressed.

He us impressed on how sincere she is. She knows what she wants and doesn't appear to be one to accept anything less.

Eric pays with his company credit card and leaves a generous tip for the waiter. The catch a cab and leave.

"Eric, that champagne got to me a little. I don't think I should go back to work like this."

He smiles.

"Don't worry. I'll call Jerry. Let's take you home. I'll pick you up in the morning and take you to work. You can leave your car till then."

"OK. I usually leave at about 7:30."

"I'll be here."

He walks her to her door. She moves into his arms and gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for a nice lunch. Maybe we can do it again."

"I'd like that very much."

"Till tomorrow."

She goes in and he takes the cab back to his office building.

He sits at his desk thinking about her. He is very impressed not only with her looks, but with her mind too. He decides to pursue her. He calls Jerry and tells him Sarah won't be in for the rest of the day.

That night he is sitting in his den. He calls his son.

"Hi, Kevin. How's school going?"

"Hi, Dad. It's going good. They're giving it to us pretty fast but I should be OK."

"Have you fallen in love yet?"

"Holy crap, Dad. I don't have time. All I do is study, eat, work out and sleep. You remember how it was."

"I do. You're making me proud. Keep up the good work."

"I will, Dad. You know how I hate to fail at anything."

"Guess what happened today?"

"You got your ass kicked?"

"Ha, you know better than that. You're the only one that can do that."

"And don't you forget it either."

"No, I met a very interesting lady today. She's a paralegal and another law office. She is a beauty and very smart."

"Great, Dad. It's about time you got out there. Mom's been gone a long time. You need a woman in your life. Is it serious?"

"Not yet. We just had lunch today. I plan on going for it."

"Way to go, Dad. You need to get laid."

"That may not be that easy. She won't be one to just hop in the sack. She's a classy lady."

"I'll bet you have her in the sack on your second date. You can charm the pants off anyone."

"I don't know. I won't rush it. And I'll keep you posted."

"Sounds like you are into this seriously. You looking to get married?"

"It's a little soon to think about that. Besides, you might not like having a white stepmother."

"Wow, Dad. That's something to think about."

"I'm thinking. I'm thinking. You'll be the first to know."

"Thanks, Dad. You're way overdue."

"Goodbye. Son. I love you."

"Love you too, Dad. See ya."

****************** 

Sarah is puttering around, cleaning and getting dinner prepped. Amy comes in from school.

"Hi, Mom. I'm home."

"Hi, sweetie. Did you have a good day?"

'It was OK. The same as yesterday. Lecture and lecture."

"Did you set the world on fire today?"

"Not quite. I did have a nice lunch."

"Aha. Was he a nice guy?"

"He was very nice. I finally met a nice looking gentleman with a brain."

"Wow, Mom. Snag him. Those are hard to come by."

"I need to ask you something. What do you think about me dating a black man."

"Mom. Geez. Its 2015, not the 50's. Go for it."

"I've never done it before. I just wondered how you would feel about it."

"Mom. If he's nice and handsome, go for it."

"Well. We'll see what happens. He's picking me up for work in the morning. We had some champagne for lunch and I didn't want to go back to work or drive tipsy."

"Watch it Mom. He may get you drunk and jump your bones."

"Would that be so bad?"

"Mom, it's been a long time since Dad died. You need to get out and live a little. Open you legs and go for it."

"Amy. Shame on you talking like that. I'm you mother."

"Yeah, a mother that needs to get laid."

"Speaking of getting laid. Have you got anyone in mind."

"No. Not since I caught Brian out with another woman. That asshole. I went to the clinic at school and got tested for STD. I would have killed him if he gave me something."

"You didn't tell me about that. You guys used condoms, didn't you?"

"Of course, Mom. You taught me that. Even being on the pill I still do."

"Good. There's a lot of scary stuff out there."

"So, when do I get to meet Mr. Wonderful?"

"Let's not get too excited yet. We haven't even had an official date yet. He may not even want to get involved with me."

"Geez, Mom. You don't realize how hot you are. I'll bet he is thinking about you right now."

"Well, maybe. We'll see."

Amy grabs her books and goes in her room. Sarah sits on the sofa and turns on the TV. She thinks about being with Eric. It pops into her mind what it would be like to have a black cock in her. Her nipples pop up and her pussy tingles. She smiles and picks out a chick flick to watch.

******************* 

The next morning Eric is waiting outside Sarah's apartment. He sees her come out. He gets out and open the door for her.

"Good morning, Sarah. Your chariot awaits."

She smiles.

"Good morning. Eric. I've never had a chauffeur before. This is a nice treat."

"It's my pleasure. Buckle up and hang on."

"I want to thank you again for the nice lunch. You're good company."

"I enjoyed it too. Thanks for going with me. I was thinking. How about we go out to dinner this weekend. Maybe Saturday night."

"That sounds nice. My daughter tells me I should get our more."

"That's funny. My son says the same thing. Kids, huh. Go figure."

"Tell me about your son."

"He's going to UCLA studying law. A chip off the old block."

"It's great to have kids that know what they want. 

My son is driven not to fail at anything. I know he'll do well."

"It sure is. So many of them just drift through life with no goals. Such a waste."

"Do you have any children?"

"My daughter, Amy."

"How old is she?"

"She's nineteen and going to State here in town. She is majoring in business. She wants her MBA."

"That sounds great. How is she doing?"

"She is carrying a 3.9 average. I'm really proud of her."

"Well, here we are. I'll make a reservation unless you have a place you want to go."

"That's fine. Call me and let me know when to be ready."

"Bye bye, Sarah. Have a nice day."

"You too. Bye bye."

********************* 

Sarah is getting ready for her date. Amy is watching her with a big smile. She is really happy that her Mom is going out. She watches Sarah trying to pick out something to wear. She goes in the bedroom.

"Need some help, Mom?"

"I don't know what to wear. I'm so nervous. I haven't done this in so long."

"Let me help."

Amy looks in the closet and pick out a burgundy dress with spaghetti straps.

"Wear this one, Mom. It looks really good on you. It shows you legs and boobs off really well."

'It's really short. I don't want to look like a slut."

"It's perfect, Mom. You will blow his mind. No bra, black thigh highs and your three inch heels."

"Are you sure. I should at least wear a bra."

"Mom. Guys like boobs. Your C cups will definitely get his attention and all the other women will be green with envy. That dress is just short enough to show off you legs."

"OK, I'll wear it."

"And not too much make up. Just a little. You don't need much anyway. Just a little blush and do your eyes. Throw in some pink lipstick. You'll be perfect."

Sarah follows her advice. She stands in front of the mirror. She shakes her shoulders a little and sees her breasts sway. She feel naughty. Amy goes in her room but leaves the door open. She listens as she hears the door bell ring.

****************** 

Eric pulls into the parking lot at Sarah's apartment building. He gets out and goes to her door. He stands a minute and takes a deep breath. He checks his watch. He is right on time. He punches the doorbell. Sarah opens the door and his mouth falls open.

"Hi, Eric. Come in. I want you to meet Amy before we go."

"Wow, Sarah. You look terrific. Nice outfit."

"Thank you. Eric. Amy, honey. Come and meet Eric."

Amy walks out wearing an Aztecs t shirt and shorts. She isn't wearing a bra. She smiles at Eric.

'Honey, meet Eric. Eric, my daughter Amy."

Eric holds out his hand. Amy pushes it aside and gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She looks at her Mom and raises her hand to give her a high five. Sarah catches on and they high five. Everyone laughs.

"Hi Amy. Sarah, You really make beautiful babies."

"Yeah. She's been teasing me all day. But I'll get even with her."

Amy says, "You guys get out of here and have a good time. And have her back by ten o'clock. "

"Sarah says, "Yeah right."

She grabs her wrap and leads Eric out the door.

"Where are we going, Eric."

"I made reservations at Romano's. It's a nice place down on the gas lamp. I think you'll like it. They have a dance band there too."

"Oh my. I haven't danced in years. I love to dance."

"I cut a pretty good rug too. This should be just the place. I used to take my wife there."

"Eric. Should we talk about that. Maybe we should get that out of the way."

"We can if you want. It's all history. I lost her to cancer two years ago."

"Oh my god. How terrible. That must have been hard for you and Kevin."

"It was. It took a long time, but we're OK now. Like it said, it's all history. She told me she wanted me to move on."

"I'm so sorry for you."

"Tell me about your husband."

"He was killed in a car accident. The police were chasing this guy and he ran through intersection and hit my husband broadside. The both died instantly."

"I'm sorry, Sarah. I know how it feels. It's a terrible thing to lose someone you love."

"I'm ok now. I sued the police. The guy just had some warrants. They didn't need to do a high speed pursuit. They knew him and knew where he lived. They settled out of court."

"OK, enough of this sad talk. Let's enjoy the evening."

She reaches over and touches his shoulder.

"I'm already enjoying myself. It's been a long time since I dated. Go easy with me. I'm out of practice."

"I am too. So if I screw up, just cut me a little slack."

"I noticed your hands. They look all beat up. What's that from?"

"It from martial arts training. We had to toughen up our hands."

"Wow. Are you some kind of Ninja."

"Not really. I just learned to take care of myself. It started in high school. The bullies liked to pick on me. After a while they left me alone."

"Wow, I have my very own bodyguard. That's nice."

"I doubt I'll need my skills tonight. It's a really nice place we're going to."

Eric pulls into valet parking and helps Sarah out. She takes his arm and the go in. He slips the host a twenty and are shown to a nice table. The are seated and he orders a carafe of the house Burgundy. He pours two glasses and they check out the menu.

They finish dinner and the carafe of wine. He settles up the dinner tab and asks for a table by the dance floor. Before he leaves he orders another carafe of Burgundy. He host seats them and the waiter brings the wine. Before he sits, Eric goes to the band stand. He slips the band leader two twenties and asks for two tangos every half hour. The leader smiles and give him the thumbs up.

He goes back and sits by Sarah.

"I hope you like to tango. I ordered two per half hour till we leave."

"Oh my. That's my favorite. I love to tango."

He holds her hand as they sip their with and listen to the band. The band leader looks at him and nods. He pulls her to the floor and the tango starts. He puts some moves on her and she follows easily. She is grinning from ear to ear. They dance to two and the band starts a slow set. He pulls her into his arms and they glide around the floor. He pulls her close and she lays her head on his chest. She moves closer and puts her pelvis bone on his thigh. She feels his cock against her. She looks up at him and he kisses her. She gasps and returns the kiss.

They dance to two more slow ones and go back to their table. Her nipples are at attention and her pussy is moist.

"On my god, Eric. I feel like a teenager on her first date. This is so nice."

"Nice is an understatement. It's wonderful. It's been so long since I held a beautiful woman in my arms. Thanks so much for coming with me."

Another slow set starts and Eric pulls her to the floor. He pulls her into his arms. He moves her so his thigh is on her mound. He holds her against him and start moving to the slow beat. He moves his thigh up and down on her. She lays her head on his chest and pushes against him. He feels her breathing increase. Soon she is humping his leg to the slow beat. He feels her press harder and leans his head down. He whispers in her ear...

"Cum for me, baby. Give me a cum."

She moans and a shudder runs through her body. He holds her till she stops cumming. She lifts her head and they kiss.

"Oh my god, Eric. I just came for you. Oh god. I can't believe it."

"Was it good for you?"

"My god, yes. I've never cum dancing."

"Let's go to my place and finish the evening off right."

"Yes. Let's hurry. I want you so bad. Please, let's hurry."

"While I pay, go in the ladies room and take off your panties."

"Eric. You're a bad boy."

"I am. I want you to be a bad girl."

"I want to be bad for you too. I want this to be a night to remember."

She walks away and Eric pays his tab. He watches her walk back to him. Her pussy juice is running down her legs and she is grinning from ear to ear. She takes his arm and they walk out. She whispers in his ear, "I'm wet and it's running down my legs."

He just look at her and smiles.

The get in the car and he pulls the console up. She scoots over next to him. He pulls out of the lot and he puts his hand on her thigh. She opens her legs for him and pulls his hand up to her wet pussy. His finger slides in her. She moans and holds his hand to her.

He manages to get them to his house without wrecking the car. They almost run to his bedroom.

"Take your clothes off for me, baby. I want to see that beautiful body. Show it to me."

She blushes and slowly unzips her dress. She pulls the straps and it fall around her feet. She puts her hands behind her head and gently sways her breasts for him. She walks up to him and he puts a finger on each nipple. She gasps and holds his hands to her. He takes one in his mouth and sucks on it. His hands move to her panties and he slowly pulls them down. They fall around her feet. He holds her ass cheeks in his hand. He switches and sucks her other nipple. She holds his head to her. His hand finds her wet pussy and he gently caresses her lips. She opens her legs to give him better access. One finger slowly pushes into her wet folds. She gasps as he pushes it in. He gently bites her nipple and her pussy clenches on his finger.




Going Black



"Take my clothes off baby. I want to be naked with you."

She slowly takes his shirt and runs her hands over his chiseled chest.

"Oh my. You're beautiful."

She drops to her knees and opens his pants. She pulls them down. He kicks his shoes off and steps out of his pants. She kisses his stomach and sticks her tongue in his navel. She takes the waist band of his boxers and pulls down. His rock hard cock pops out in front of her face.

"Oh my god, baby. What a beautiful cock. It's so big and thick."

"Hold it, baby. Feel how hard I am for you. Look at what's going in your hot pussy."

She holds it with both hands and kisses the head. She licks up the pearl of pre cum. She knows she can't get it in her mouth. She sucks and licks on the head while she strokes it with both hands. Her fingers don't reach all the way around it.

"Oh god, it's getting bigger. So beautiful and hard. I can feel how hot you are for me."

"Lay down for me, baby. I want to taste that hot pussy."

"Oh god yes. I want your mouth on my pussy. I want you to taste my juice. I want you to see how hot I am for you."

She lays back on the bed and open her legs for him. He kisses and licks his way to her treasure. She gasps as his lips find hers. She opens wider and pulls her legs up."

"Take me, baby. Make me feel like a woman again. It's been so long. Make me your woman."

With two fingers in her pussy he starts sucking and licking her pussy lips. He slowly brings her up to the edge of cumming.

"Oh yes. Yes. Make me cum. Please, make me cum."

He ignores her and lets off. He waits a few minutes and curls his finger up and finds her G spot. She moans as he caresses it. He licks his way up to her clit. He holds his tongue on it, bringing her to the edge again. He makes her wait again. Finally he rubs her G spot and sucks up her clit. She squeals and all of her muscles tense and her orgasm rips through her body.

"Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Cumming cumming. Oh god yes. Yes. Yes."

Just as she comes down her gently bites her clit. She screams and an orgasm takes over her mind and body. He waits for her to come down and does it again. She is screaming, and humping up to his face as orgasm after orgasm overwhelms her. Before she can completely recover he moves up and presses his cock head against her pussy. He pushes the head in. She squeals and cums again. Her legs go around his ass and she pulls him down.

"Fuck me. fuck me. fuck me with that big cock. Fuck me."

She thrusts up, trying to get it all in. He lets her reach for it. She sinks her nails into his back and pulls him down. Her pussy stretches open as he fills her. Every nerve ending rubs on his cock. No one this big has ever been that far in her. He drops the final two inches into her and she screams and cums again. He pussy muscles go on automatic and she milks him. He starts slowly stroking up and down. She matches each of his thrusts with one of her own.

"Fuck me. fuck me hard. Make me cum on that big cock. Fuck me. Fuck me."

Their passion builds for the big finish. She clamps her pussy down on his cock and holds his bone against her clit.

"Cum in me, give me your cum. Please cum in me."

His cock flares and his hot cum bathes her cervix. They both scream as it hits them. He pussy milks his cum as he pumps her full. As her orgasm fades she starts kissing him all over his face and neck.

"OH my god. That was amazing. You're so good for me. I've never cum that hard or that many times. You're a wonderful lover."

"You're an amazing woman. I thought my cock was going to explode. I think sparks shot out of it. Your pussy is just amazing."

"I'm glad, baby. I wanted it to be good for you. I'm your woman now. I want to please you."

"That won't be hard. Just stay with me and don't let go."

"I'm here for you, baby. I'm here."

She turns her back to him and snuggles up to him. He reaches down and pulls the cover up over them. He holds one hand on her breast and one on her pussy. They fall asleep.

Sarah wakes first the next morning. She is laying in his arms with her breasts against his chest and her head is on his shoulder. She gently caresses his chest and stomach. His morning wood is at full mast. She feels her pussy juice flow. She moves her hand down and takes it in her hand. She feels his heart beat. She gently moves up and over his cock. She lines it up with her pussy lips and lowers her self on it. The head pops in and she gasps. She slowly pushes down and feels it stretching her out. She remembers how it felt when he filled her with his cum last night. She smiles and takes more of it in. she looks at him and smiles. He is awake and watching her.

"Did you find something you want, baby."

"Oh god yes. I want that big cock to cum in me again."

"Take it, baby. Work on it and make it squirt hot cum in you. Make me cum."

She watches him as she moves up and down on him. A shudder runs through her as she sees the love in his eyes. She pushes down and grinds her clit on his bone. Her head falls back as an orgasm radiates out from her pussy. She moans and falls on his chest. He holds her and thrusts up in her. She squeezes him and grinds on his bone. Another orgasm rocks her body.

"Cumming on you, baby. Cumming for you. Your hot hard cock makes me crazy."

"Take it, baby. Make us cum together. Make it a big one."

'Oh fuck yes. So good in me. Hot and hard."

She feels his cock start to flare. She pushes down hard and squeezes him hard. His cock flares in her and they both cum hard. Their cries fill the room.

"My baby. Makes me cum so hard. You are one hot lover."

"I love watching you cum. Your cum face is beautiful."

They cuddle for a while and make their way to the shower. They lather each other up paying special attention to the good parts. Eric turns her around and bends her over. She moans and back up to him. He lifts her by her hip bones and lines his cock up to her pussy. Her feet are off the floor and his cock finds her pussy. He thrusts into her hard. She cries out and grabs the faucet handles to keep her balance. His balls hit her clit and his bone hits her beautiful ass cheeks. He reaches around and fingers her clit. He strokes and rubs. In just a few minutes she is screaming and cumming. He feels the tingle in his loins and thrusts all the way in. Her pussy squeezes him and his cock flares. His cum rockets out of the end of his cock. The both cry out and cum together. He knees go weak and he falls to his knees.

"Oh god, baby. That was amazing. I came really hard. These water sports are great."

"They sure are. I have enough cum in me to float a battleship. I'm going to leak all day long."

"Leaking is good. I want to keep you leaking all the time."

"I know one thing. I need to get on the pill. The way you fill me with cum I'll be knocked up the first time I'm fertile. I start my period in about four days. I should be safe for a while."

"Yeah. The pill is a good idea. We're a little old to be having babies."

"Let's get dressed and you can take me home. I need to change clothes."

"I wonder what Amy will have to say."

"Oh god. She is going to tease me to no end."

"I think she'll be happy for you."

"She will. She kept telling me to open my legs and live a little."

"I'm glad you took her advice."

"I'm glad too. It's wonderful to feel like a woman again."

As they are driving back to Sarah's she says, "I don't know if this will offend you but seeing my white skin against your black skin gave me a little thrill."

He laughs.

"I'm not offended because I got the same thrill. You're my first white pussy and I liked it."

"Well, You're my first black cock, so there."

They pull into a parking space.

"Get ready for the teasing. We're here."

"Oh god. I'm going to hear it for a week at least."

Sarah unlocks the door and they walk in. Amy comes out of her bedroom. She stops and puts her hands on her hips. She puts a serious look on her face.

"OK, you two. Just where the hell have been. You were supposed to be home by ten."

"Well, we had dinner and went dancing"

"Oh yeah. And then where did you go."

"We went to Eric's place."

She can't hold her serious face any longer. She runs to her Mom and hugs her.

"Oh god, Mom. I'm so happy for you. You were way overdue."

She looks at Eric. The both smile.

"You took advantage of my Mom?"

"It's more like she took advantage of me. I tried to resist."

"Oh my god, Mom. Is that true?"

She blushes.

"I couldn't help it. He made me do it."

They all laugh.

"This is so cool. I couldn't be happier."

"We couldn't either."

"Mom, I notice you're walking a little funny. Do you need a Tylenol?"

"I'm just fine. Everything feel fine."

"You can try harder next time."

"I need to change. Put on some coffee, honey. I need some."

Sarah goes in her bedroom. Amy walks up to Eric and gives him a hug.

"I'm really glad you and Mom hooked up. It's been way to long for her."

"I'm glad too. It's been a long time for me too."

"Come in the kitchen. I'll put on the coffee."

Amy pours three cups.

"So, Eric. Do you have any kids?"

"Yes. My son is up at UCLA. He is studying law."

"What's his name?"

"Kevin."

"Is he as handsome as you?"

"I'm not sure. You can decide when you meet him."

'Is he coming home this summer?"

"Yeah. Law school is pretty intense. He'll need a break to regroup."

"Great. I can't wait to meet him."

Sarah and Eric look at each other and smile.

******************** 

One month later Sarah and Eric have just finished trying to fuck each other to death. She is holding his cock, licking their cum juice up.

"Mmmm, My big beautiful black cock all covered with our juice. Yummy Yummy.

She moves up and gives him a big kiss.

"I love you, baby. We're so good together."

"I love you too, sweetie. You rock my world."

"I love rocking our world with you."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Kevin is coming home tomorrow. He passed all of his exams with flying colors."

"You must be very proud of him."

"Yes. He's a great young man."

"I have to tell Amy. She really wants to meet him."

"I'm wondering if they will hook up."

"I don't know. She doesn't have a guy in her life now. They might."

"That would be fun. We could have screaming contests."

"You silly. I don't know if she's a screamer."

"We should all go out to dinner to welcome him home."

"Great idea. I'm excited about meeting him"

She reaches down and holds his cock.

"Do you think I can get that up again."

"Give it a try. I'm not as young as I used to be."

She starts licking, sucking and jacking his cock. It slowly fills with blood. Even after being together this long her white hands on his black cock still gives her a thrill. She keeps working on it and it comes up full hard.

"Fuck me doggie, baby. I want you to take me and fuck me hard. Shove your big black cock in me."

He rolls her over on her stomach and moves behind her. He holds her my her hip bones and lines his cock up with her wet pussy. He slowly pushes all the way in her. She moans as his cock head touches her cervix.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard. Shoot your hot black cum in me."

He takes both nipples and pulls back on them. She cries out and cums.

"Oh fuck yes. Pull my nipples. Yes. Yes."

He strokes hard into her slamming his pelvis bone against her ass. She is moaning and groaning as he pumps hard in her. He lets go of her nipples and grabs a handful of her hair. He pulls back and her back goes down. His cock goes deeper in her and an orgasm flows out from her pussy.

"Yes. Yes. Cumming on you. Cumming on your big black cock. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

He strokes hard into her and she cums two more times. He can't hold out any longer. He pulls back on her hair and fills her pussy with his cum. They both cry out in mutual orgasm. She collapses under him and he falls beside her.

"mmmm, good white pussy full of my cum."

"That's a very happy white pussy. I can't get enough of you."

She snuggles back into his arms and they fall asleep.

**************** 

At about 11 am the next day, Kevin drives up in front of his Dad's house. He leans his head back on the headrest and takes a deep breath.

"Yes. Home at last. No more books for the summer."

He gets out and goes in the house. Eric is sitting watching a ball game. He hears the door close. He gets up and gives Kevin a hug..

"Hey, buddy. Welcome home."

'Hey, Dad. Finally home for the summer. It feels great."

The go in and sit on the sofa. He mutes the game and they catch up on all the happenings.

"Sarah and I planned on taking you out to dinner tonight."

"Great idea, Dad. I won't have to eat anymore cafeteria food for a while."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah, pretty bad."

"It should be a nice night tonight. You get to meet Sarah and Amy."

"I know. I've been thinking about Amy. Is she nice."

"Oh yeah. She's a great gal. I think you'll like them both. They are both really hot. Sarah is the hottest woman I've ever known. Blonde hair and blue eyes. Amy is a spitting image of her."

"Sounds good. Maybe we can hook up for the summer."

"You won't regret it. She is a knockout."

Eric picks up his phone and calls Sarah.

"Hi, babe. Kevin just got in. We're all set for dinner tonight."

"Oh good. I'm so excited to meet him. Amy wants to go casual tonight. She want to show Kevin around town. Maybe we can go to the Olive Garden."

"Sounds good. Casual and Olive Garden. We'll be there about six."

"Bye bye. I love you."

"Love you too."

"Geez, Dad. When you gonna marry her?"

"I don't know. We haven't talked about it. We haven't been together that long. Who knows what the future brings. I really love her. She's beautiful inside and out. It could happen."

"Yeah, you're hooked on that pussy. You'll marry her.

"Have you had any girls up there?"

"No, I'm way too busy. Just a couple of casual dates."

Six o'clock rolls around and Eric and Kevin are walking up to Sarah's apartment. Eric rings the bell.

******************* 

At about five Amy starts thinking about what to wear. Sarah watches her and smiles.

"You OK, honey. You look a little nervous."

"I can't decide what to wear."

Sarah laughs.

"I remember when I was getting ready for my first date with Eric. Do you?"

"Mom. Help me."

"OK, just wear some jeans and a nice blouse. No t shirts. Here, this blouse will work."

She pulls on a pair of jeans. She puts on the blouse and looks in the mirror.

"You going to wear a bra, honey?"

"I don't think so. Remember, guys like boobs. I want him to notice me."

"Don't worry, he will."

She puts on a little make up and checks in front of the mirror again.

'How's this, Mom."

'Just fine. You will blow his mind. You going to open you legs tonight?"

"Mom, you're not helping."

"Just a little payback."

"I hope I look OK. First impressions are important."

"Don't worry. You'll be fine."

The doorbell rings.

"You get that, Mom. I'll be right out."

Sarah opens the door and Eric and Kevin walk in. Sarah hugs and kisses Eric and turns to Kevin.

"Hi, Kevin. I finally get to meet you. Welcome home."

"Hi, Sarah. Yep, finally."

She gives him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

"Come in and sit. Amy will be right out."

They chat a few minutes. Amy comes out. Eric and Sarah are watching for her reaction. She takes one look at Kevin and just stops and looks. She flashes a big smile for him. Kevin does the same.

"Kevin. Welcome home. We finally get to meet.

"Hi Amy. Nice to meet you."

Kevin stands up with a big grin on his face. Amy walks up to him. She presses her full breasts against his chest. She looks into his eyes and gives him a big kiss on the lips.

Eric and Sarah look at each other and exchange a high five. They see that she is smitten. Amy hangs onto Kevin's arm. She has a big grin on her face. They chat for a while and leave for dinner. Amy can't keep her hands off Kevin. Obviously he is enjoying the attention.

After dinner they are all standing in the parking lot.

"Mom, let's go back home. I want to get my car and show Kevin around. You two can go and do some old people stuff."

The all laugh.

"Oh my. I like doing old people stuff. What are you planning?"

"I don't know. Maybe Sue knows there's a kegger. I want to introduce Kevin to some of my friends."

"OK, honey. Be careful and don't drink too much."

Kevin says. "I'll be the DD. I don't drink that much. Maybe just a beer or two."

Back at the apartment, Amy says, "Kevin, you drive and I'll navigate. I need to call Sue."

"OK, just point me in the right direction."

"Hello Sue."

"Hi Amy. What's up tonight?"

"I was gonna ask you about that. Anything going on tonight. I have my Mom's boyfriend's son with me. I want to show him around."

"I think Bill bought a keg today. Everyone should be there."

"Great, I'll see you there."

"Bye bye."

"Bye bye."

"Hang a right at the next light. It's just a couple of blocks."

"Is this going to be a drunken party or what?"

"No, just some of my friends. They're pretty cool about partying. Nothing out of control."

"Good, I'm not into wild parties."

"Me either. Maybe a couple of beers and hang with my friends."

"Sounds OK. Nice and mellow."

As Kevin drives, Amy can't stop looking at him. She has a big grin on her face. Kevin notices. He suspects he may get laid tonight. His first white pussy. Amy is thinking the same thing. Her first black cock.

They walk into Bill's house. There are about ten or twelve people there. Amy greets all her friends and introduces Kevin to all of them.

"Kevin, let's get a beer. We don't want to look like party poopers."

"OK, I'll nurse one for effect."

Amy finishes her beer and Kevin gets her another. They dance a few times. She starts on her third beer. She is getting a little buzz going. They are dancing to a slow one. Amy is snuggles up to Kevin. He head is resting on his chest. She feel his cock against her stomach. Her nipples are perked up and her pussy is moist. She pulls his head down and plants a wet kiss on him. He gasps and pulls her close.

"mmmm. You're a great kisser, Amy. I could get used to that."

"You are too. More, more"

They kiss again and Kevin's cock comes up to half hard. Amy doesn't back off. She it thinking about a place where they can be alone. She is ready for some action.

"Hey, let's get out of here. What do you think?"

"Good idea. Do you know any place we can be alone."

She smiles. They are both thinking the same thing.

They walk out and go down the street toward her car. As they get close two guys step out from behind some bushes.

"Hey Bro. Nice looking lady you have there. How about we take her off your hands and show her some real fun."

"Sorry, guys. She's with me for the evening."

"Yeah? We'll see about that."

The walk toward them. Kevin moves Amy behind him. She is terrified and speechless.

The get close and Kevin spears one in the solar plexus. As he is folding up he hits the other guy square in the mouth. His nose spurts blood and three of his teeth hit the ground. Amy screams. He grabs her arm and hurries her to the car. He shoves her in and gets in the drivers seat.

"We gotta get out of here. I don't want to explain anything to the cops. He speeds off. Amy finally regains her composure."

"Holy crap, Kevin. I was really scared, but you took those guys out in a heartbeat."

"I just took care of business. Two idiots with too much testosterone and beer."

"You're a bad ass. Remind me never get you pissed at me."

"You're safe. I don't hit girls."

"OK, now that the excitement is over where we going."

"How about Dad's place. I think they are at your place. I'll call Dad and find out."




Going Black



"They're gonna know what we're up to."

"Yep, but I don't think they'll be surprised."

She smiles.

"Hi, Dad. Where are you and Sarah?"

"We're at Sarah's. Why do you ask?"

"ummm Just wondering. We're at our place. I won't see you there later, right?"

"ummm. OK, I understand son. Later."

Kevin moves his hand over on Amy's leg.

"Are you sure about this? It's not to late to back out."

"My god, Kevin. I wanted you the minute I laid eyes on you. You're beautiful."

"The same with you. You really make a good first impression."

"Hurry, baby. I'm really hot for you."

She holds his hand on her leg and caresses the back of his hand. After a few minutes she reaches over and rubs his cock through his pants. She fells it filling with blood. Her nipples perk up and her pussy juice runs as she feels how big it is."

She unzips his pants and pulls it out.

"My god, baby. You have one huge cock. I've never seen one that big. I'm not sure I can take that much."

'You'll be just fine. We'll just take it nice and easy."

"Hurry, baby. I want you so bad."

They pull into the driveway and hurry straight to the bedroom.

"Get naked for me, baby. I want to see that beautiful body. Show it to me."

Amy takes off her blouse and shakes her C cup breasts for him. He licks his lips. She turns her back and unbuttons her jeans. She slowly pulls them down, showing him her ass. He groans as he feasts his eyes. She slowly turns and give him a full front view.

"Oh my god, baby. You're beautiful. What a body. You're what dreams are made of."

"Thank you, baby. I want to be pretty for you."

"You sure are."

"Now, you get naked for me.

Kevin stands and takes off his shirt. Amy walks up to him and drags her nails down his chest.

"mmmm, nice pecs there. You're a hunk."

She gets on her knees and unbuttons his jeans. She slowly pulls them. She sees his cock bulging his boxer briefs.

"mmmm, big cock in there for me."

She pulls them down and his cock stands up full hard pointing toward the ceiling.

"Oh god. What a beautiful cock."

"It's all yours, baby. Have fun with it."

"Oh god. I am. You're going to really open my little pussy with that. My other boyfriend's never had anything like this."

She pushes him back on the bed. She holds it with both hands and kisses the head. Seeing her white hand on his black gives her a thrill. A shiver runs through her body. She licks up the little pearl of pre cum. 

"mmmm. You taste good."

She tries to get the head in her mouth. No way will it work. It's just way to big for her. She licks and sucks on the head. He watches her white lips sucking on his black cock head. His cock throbs with his heartbeat.

"You're so big I can't get it in my mouth."

"Get up here, I want to explore your hot body."

She gets in the middle of the bed on her back.

"I'm all yours, baby. Take me and make me your woman. Fuck my brains out."

He lays beside her and holds her close. They kiss and their tongues meet. His hot hard cock it pressing against her stomach. She hooks her leg around his and pushes against him

"Wow, what a hard body. So fucking good."

He starts kissing his way down her body, stopping at her breasts to feast. He sucks her nipples up to the size of strawberries. He kisses his way down to her pussy. She opens her legs for him, granting him full access to her treasure. He licks and sucks her through two orgasms before rolling her over on top.

"Take it, baby. Take all of it."

"Fuck yes. I want all of that monster in me."

She moves into position and rubs his cock head on her wet pussy lips. It hits her clit and she cries out. Gently she lowers herself down. Her pussy lips stretch out little by little. Finally the head pops in. She squeals and cums.

"Oh fuck. Big hard cock. Stretching my pussy out. Yes. Yes."

Slowly she drops on it. Every nerve ending fires and he stretches her out.

"Fuck yes. Tight pussy taking my cock. Take it all, baby. Fill your pussy with it."

She takes about five minutes to finally take all of it. She feels it touch her cervix and cums again.

"Oh fuck. Yes. Yes. Full of hard hot cock. Hot and hard."

He lifts her and rubs the ridge of his crown on her G spot. Her head falls back and she starts cumming. He pulls her down and fills her again. His bone hits her clit and she cums again.

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Make me cum more for you. Yes. Yes."

Her tight pussy makes it impossible to last long. He feels a stirring in his loins.

"I'm almost there, baby. I hope you're on the pill. I'm ready to cum in you."

"Fuck yes. Cum in me. Fill my pussy with it. Give me that hot cum."

She squeezes him and feels his cock flare. His hot cum hits her cervix and they both scream. His cock pumps rope after rope of cum in her. Her pussy milks every drop from him.

"Oh fucking god, Yes. Yes. Hot cum in my pussy. Hot. Hot cum."

"Take it, baby. Take every drop. It's all yours."

She falls on his chest and her pussy keeps milking his cock. He holds her on his cock till she milks him dry.

"Oh god, Amy. You're the best fuck on the planet. What a great pussy you have. So hot and tight."

"Big hot cock took me places I've never been. What a stud you are. I'm so glad to find you. I'm going to fuck you to death this summer."

"I'm here for you, baby. I'm here.

They lay together for a while, hugging and kissing. His cock is still in her and starts to fill with blood again.

"Oh god, baby. You're getting hard again."

He rolls over into her saddle and pushes deep in her. She locks her legs behind him and pushes up.

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard. Give me some more of you hot cum."

They start humping each other, banging his bone on her clit. She cums three times before his cock flares and fills her.

She lays under him trying to regain her breath. She slowly come around and wraps her arms around his neck.

"I'm not letting go or you, never never."

"Hole me, baby. Hold me tight."

"Oh god, baby. I can't believe how good you make me feel. I've never felt like this."

"Same here, baby. We're good together."

"Are you ready to get fucked every day this summer?"

'Ready and willing."

He rolls off and holds her breasts against his side with her head on his shoulder. She gently caresses his chest and stomach. He feels a shiver to through her.

"What is it, baby."

"It my hand on you. The contrast of my white skin on your black skin. When I see it I get a shiver."

He laughs.

"I get it too when I see your hands on my cock or my cock going in your pink pussy."

She moves down and licks his cock clean. She smiles at him and smacks her lips.

She snuggles into his arms and they fall asleep.

Amy wakes first the next morning. She lays on her elbow looking and her hot lover. She smiles and goes to take a shower. She shivers as she thinks about last night. She dries off and goes in the kitchen. She looks around and gets everything she needs. She hears the shower go on and smiles. She wonders if he will be naked.

A few minutes he walks in. She turns and smiles.

"Ready for a naked breakfast?"

"That's the best kind."

He moves up to her and presses his morning wood against her. She moans an holds him. His hand moves down and he caresses her pussy. It's wet and ready. He reaches over and turns off the stove. He pushes her over to the table and bends her over it.

"For breakfast, baby, you get black cock."

She moans and he pushes into her.

"Fuck yes. Big black cock for breakfast. Fuck me baby, fuck me."

He pushes hard into her. The table slides against the wall. He grabs her hair and pulls her back on his cock. She cries out and has her first kitchen cum.

"Hot black cock in your pink pussy. Fuck yes. Gonna shoot some hot black cum in you, baby."

"Yes. Yes. Shoot it in me. Fill my pussy with it. Gimme that hot black cum."

The get a good rhythm going. She feels his cock getting ready to fill her. She pushes back and feels it flare. His hot cum hits her cervix and makes her scream. Her muscles milk him dry.

"Oh fuck. Every time is just amazing. Your cock makes me crazy."

"I'm gonna wear your pussy out this summer."

She collapses in a chair. He stands beside her as she licks his cock clean."

"My big beautiful black cock. So good in me. We'll she who wears who out."

They finish breakfast and get dressed. Her pussy is leaking all over the crotch of her panties.

"Baby, I'm leaking your cum all over my panties."

"I'm going to keep you full so get used to it."

"Are you threatening me with a good time?"

The laugh and hop in her car.

"It's time for me to get teased by Mom. She is gonna get some payback. I gave her some after her date with Eric."

"This should be good."

The walk in the door and Sarah greets Kevin with a hug. He sits on the sofa next to his dad. Sarah steps in front of Amy.

"Young lady. Where the hell have you been. I didn't raise you like this. You go out on a first date and don't come home? Where have you been?"

"We went to Bill's and had a couple of beers."

"And then?"

"We went to Kevin's house."

They both start laughing. Eric and Kevin exchange high fives.

She hugs her.

"I'm happy for you, honey."

"Mom, he got me drunk and took advantage of me. I tried to resist but he was too strong."

"Yeah right. I suspect it was the other way around."

Kevin says, "It was. She tied me to the bed and had her way with me."

"Yeah, and you hated every minute, right?"

He just smiles and doesn't answer.

"I see you're taking little steps, honey. Do you need a Tylenol?"

The guys are watching a ball game and the girls are getting dinner ready. Amy stops and looks at her Mom.

"Hey, Mom. Wanna swap?"

Sarah's jaw drops. She thinks a minute and smiles.

The beginning.



Going Black



She hung up and threw the phone away.

"Sorry about that." She said. "Now where were we?"

"Suck it." Troy slapped her on the cheek with his hard cock, leaving a slight redness on her smiling face.

Jackie threw her head forward and sucked and licked at Troy's black cock like a sex-crazed woman. She worshiped every inch of it with her mouth. It felt hot and hard. She loved running her hand up and down along the shaft and feeling the weight of it. The sight of her delicate looking white hand, with her golden wedding band on, trying to grasp his cock looked shockingly arousing. Her exposed vagina dripped with wetness as she ran her tongue along the entire length. 

"Your cock is so beautiful...so black." Jackie groaned between planting kisses on it as she gripped his manhood with both hands.

"Yeah, take it Jackie." He replied.

"I've never imagined such a amazing cock in my life," she sucked and kissed his large nut sack. "Your beautiful, gorgeous and wonderful."

She felt Troy's hands on her head as she engorged the end of his cock in her mouth and forced it in. She loved the salty taste of his cock on her tongue. Her nostrils were full of his odor. She stifled the urge to gag and continued to take his black cock in her mouth. She wanted to pleasure him, to give him back the exciting feeling she had when he licked her pussy. Her mouth foamed with saliva as he pounded his cock in her face. She felt his hands grabbing her hair and pulling her with rough strength. She in turn gripped his rock hard buttocks with her hands and tried her best to take his cock in her mouth. Her breath became short and she wasn't sure how long she could continued without passing out.

Then Troy grunted. His cock shook in her mouth and sent wads of hot cum down her throat, choking her. He pulled out of her mouth and sprayed her lovely face with a volley of warm semen. The sticky cum got in her hair, eyes and nose. Her mouth contained an enormous amount of it which she swallowed. 

"Did I do good?" she asked with a coy expression as she rubbed his cock on her face.

"Ah, you slut." He said. "You did good."

"That makes me happy." She said kissing the end of his cock. "I wanted to please you."

She felt warmth in her heart at having satisfied him. It made her feel more like a woman then she had in years. This is what it should feel like, she thought, between a man and a woman. She stroked his cock lovingly. It was still hard, still very hard.

"I want more," Jackie said, looking up at him with hunger in her eyes and lust in her heart. 

"Oh, really," he said smiling.

"Yes. I want it all." She replied, stroking his cock slowly. "I want you fuck me."

"Are you sure you want that?" Troy said. "You're a very sweet and beautiful woman. I'll bet your tight little pussy has never had anything like I've got."

"I don't care." She said.

"If I fuck you, I will stretch you and your pussy will never be the same. You won't be able to take pleasure from your husband's dick anymore." Troy gently caressed Jackie's face and hair. "After me, you will probably only ever be able to orgasm to hung black men."

"I accept that. I want you to fuck me right now with your big, magnificent black cock." Jackie rubbed her face against his groin as she pleaded with her eyes up at him. "Please, I want you all over my white body. I want you inside me."

"I don't have any condoms," Troy said.

"I can buy some," she replied.

"I don't use them–ever." Troy said.

"Then shoot your cum in me." Jackie said, still knelling in front of him. "A man like you deserves everything a woman's body has to offer. Please, Troy. I'm begging you to fuck me."

"Ah, Jackie. I'm going to change you." Troy grinned and stripped off his shirt, revealing a broad and muscular chest. 

In turn, Jackie stood up, unbuttoned her blouse. "Oh you look so hot."

"So do you, beautiful woman." He said.

Her eyes never stopped staring into Troy's eyes. Her whole body was on sexual auto pilot tonight. There's wasn't any force short of a nuclear explosion that could stop her from uniting in sexual congress with Troy. Looking at his gorgeous black body and incredible cock, she was powerless to resist surrendering to his overwhelming masculinity. To deny this passion sounded like madness. At this moment in Jackie's mind, it seemed wrong and unnatural not to have sex with this black man.

She felt the urge to kiss him again and he reciprocated. She collapsed and allowed herself to be enveloped by his strong black arms. She relished the sight and heat of his dark skinned chest pressing against her breasts. While her mouth locked furiously against his, she slipped off her blouse. A desire to keep kissing him conflicted with the burning need of her pussy to have him enter her body.

They broke off their kiss and she smiled and turned around to allow Troy to help get her bra off. While Troy unfastened her bra, he kissed her neck, sending shivers through her body. Looking in the mirror she saw the reflection of herself. She looked like the disheveled heroine of a romance novel, caught on the book cover in the moment before love making and wrapped in the embrace of a hunky man. 

As her bra fell and her breasts became exposed, she couldn't believe she was about to cheat on her husband with a black man. She wondered if what he said was right? Was he going to stretch her pussy so much she would never cum to her husband's dick again? Well, he rarely gave her orgasms now, she thought with a chuckle. Something amazing would happen when Troy's monster black cock entered her tight white pussy. She thought about him ejaculating in her. He might even impregnate her. It amazed her to think that the thought of that both frightened and attracted her. She wasn't going to be the same person after tonight. Rather then run away from it, she embraced the idea and felt liberated by it. 

She turned around and worked her skirt down with two shakes of her hips. Troy enjoyed her breasts as she did this. She loved the sight and feel of his thick lips on her breasts. His face, that she couldn't believe she thought of as ugly before, looked handsome and attractive to her now. Her nipples were excited and hard as he rolled his tongue over them.

Both were completely naked now. Jackie kissed him for a long time. Having his hot and sweaty body pressing against her felt exquisite. His hands moved around her curves and hips, exploring her. Every part of her body that touched his tingled with excitement. Especially exhilarating was the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against her skin, making her drunk with horniness. Her mind reeled with lusty emotion.

"Your body feels so fucking good." She couldn't get over how much she loved touching him.

Her hands ran with hungry abandon over his hard muscles. It didn't seem like any bit of him was flabby. His whole body was toned and perfect. She kissed his smooth, hairless chest.

"You are very soft and warm," Troy said. "I have to admit, I've never been with a woman as sexy as you."

"You are so sweet, thank you." Jackie kissed him and felt a warmth in her heart. It cheered her to hear those words. 

"You are handsome..." she kissed him deeply.

"...gorgeous..." she said between kisses.

"...more man then I've ever seen..." she whispered between more kisses.

"...you are a black adonis." She said as she ran her hands all across his chest and face.

The blackness of him delighted her. She looked often in the mirror to watch her embracing him. She was glad to see she appeared good naked too. Her body was firm from regular exercise, and her creamy white skin contrasted beautifully with his black skin.

"We look good together," he said, noticing her staring at the mirror. "I want lay you down, woman. Let's make hot loving all night long."

Jackie snuggled her face into Troy's neck and then they shared another passionate kiss. He was such a tender lover to her. She found herself slowly climbing, or even what felt to her like floating, onto the bed. Their bodies twisted and embraced on the bed sheets, wrinkling them, as they caressed and kissed. Jackie felt like she was floating on a warm ocean. They continued this way until they both came to the understanding that happens between two lovers when they realize the moment for union has arrived. Her body was burning and trembling with lust and anticipation. She could stand it no longer. Lying on their sides, Troy pressed his body up against Jackie–it felt wonderful–and his hand with hers directed his hard black penis to the lips of her wet, expecting white pussy. She held back the first penetration of her pussy for a moment.

"I want to see it," she said whispered.

Troy smiled and kissed her. Gently, on his side, he wrapped his right arm around her slender, curvy body while he lifted up her right leg–exposing her pussy. He then leaned forward and placed his long black cock on the white skin of her groin and rubbed it on her.

"Oh, Troy." Jackie said. "I want you in me so bad. Your cock looks beautiful–so big–so black."

Troy pushed his hips toward her and the tip of his black cock made contact with the folds of Jackie's pussy.

"Go easy, Troy." Jackie said with a tremble. "I'm a little scared of you. How can you get all that in me?"

"I'm not going to hurt you, baby." Troy pushed the head of his black cock slowly into her pussy. "I'm going to take you to heaven tonight."

Jackie's felt the top of his black cock stretch open the first delicate and sensitive folds of her pussy. A tingle started in her groin and spread through her body. Her eyes stared at it. It looked big and felt bigger.

"Oooh, that is something else." Jackie said. "Your black cock looks amazing going into my white pussy, but how can you get it all in? How?"

Troy pushed in. He slowly gyrated his hips, sending the tip of his hard cock further in with every motion.

"Oh, this is really....really something else." Jackie moaned. "Oh my gawd it hurts."

One inch.

Jackie shook and instinctively pulled her hips away. Troy held her firm and locked her body in place next to him, refusing her escape. All Jackie could do was watch as Troy pushed and worked his cock more and more inside her.

"Oh my gawd. Oh baby. Ow, baby, it hurts." Jackie cried, vainly pushing away from him.

"Relax, sugar. Just relax and let daddy take care of you." Troy said, holding her close.

Two inches.

"Go easy, daddy. Please, go easy." She pleaded with a tear dripping down her cheek.

Three inches.

"Relax, just relax." Troy kissed the tears away from her face, kissed her, snugged his head against hers and then continued his invasion of her tight pussy.

Four inches, five inches.

"Troy." Jackie gasped with love in her voice. "I feel you so big inside me. Just look at that black cock going inside me. I hurts so bad but I love it."

The five inches of his cock was inside her now was driving her pussy wild. She imagined it felt like a freight train crashing into her in slow motion. More and more of him entered, stretching her pussy till she thought he was going to rip her skin. She didn't know what felt more extreme. The feeling she had when he pushed it in, or the feeling she had when he stroked it back–pulling and rubbing the inside of her pussy with it as it moved.

"Troy...Troy." Jackie stared at his cock entering her. "I feel so full."

More tears Jackie followed by more tender kisses from Troy. She placed her hand on his face and stroked it, thankful that he was such a wonderful lover. She knew it would have been easy to drive himself in and rip her, instead he took his time, working her pussy until it felt stretched enough for more. It hurt, but it also felt better then anything she had ever imagined. It was so hot, so full inside her.

"I'm stretching. Oh my gawd, I'm stretching." Jackie cried.

"I'm taking care of you, sweet baby." Troy said. "Your getting a little bit more stretched that I think you can take more faster now."

"No, no. I don't think I can." Jackie said.

"Yes you can baby, I got you. Don't worry. I got you."

"Okay baby, whatever you say. Oooooh. Just keep fucking me." She replied.

Six inches, seven inches.

"Oh my gawd. Oh my gawd." Jackie whimpered. "You are killing me. How can you get it all in? I'm so full. I can't take it."

Eight inches, nine inches.

"Ooooooh myyyyyy gaaaaaawd." She said as her fingers dug into Troy's arms. "My pussy is soooo full of your black cock."

Ten inches, eleven inches.

"Ooooh, ooooh, yeah, yeah. Oh daaddy." Jackie moaned between gasps.

Finally, twelve inches.

"Ow. Ouch. Oww my gawd it hurt. It HURTS." Jackie screamed. "Yes, Troy. Oh yeah it hurts. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh yes. Oooooh, Troy. I'm so full. I never imagined."

Troy's entire black cock was buried inside of Jackie. Her white pussy stretched and shook with the massive member throbbing in her. She was in disbelief by the sight of her pussy speared with twelve inches of hot, thick, black cock. It plowed in and out, deep inside her. It hurt so bad, but as he continued, her helpless pussy expanded to accommodate him and it started feeling better and better.

"Oh, I love seeing your black cock in me." Jackie said looking down.

"Yes, baby. It looks hot." Troy said as he began pushing harder and faster.

"Oh, Troy. That is so good, so full. Don't stop." Jackie said as she began to press her hips forward to meet his pelvic thrusts.

The increased speed of Troy's cock inside Jackie sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She stopped staring at the violation of her pussy and concentrated on the great, wonderful and exciting feeling that was overwhelming her body. She never felt a man so deep and full inside her. It created in her a sense of intimacy with Troy she never experienced with any man including her husband. Troy was reaching into places inside her that had never been touched. She pressed her lips against his, clutched his body close to her and experienced a oneness with him she didn't think possible with another human being. She felt weightless and full of electricity. The pleasure of his black cock beating down on her white pussy caused her body to tremble from the tips of her fingers to the muscles in her buttocks.

"I'm cumming," she cried.

Troy kept pounding her pussy.

"Oh, I'm cumming. Don't stop, baby. Please."

Jackie was rolled onto her back and Troy's black body spread over her. Surrounding her entirely with his arms, he held her as his groin thrust continuously into hers. She felt completely dominated and taken by him and loved it. She held with her arms onto his body, her legs spread wide apart. The whole room seemed to be shaken. Jackie was screaming and howling with joy.

"I'm cumming. Arrrggggggh." Jackie felt her head exploding. "I've never cum this long."

What started as one orgasm seemed to roll into another as Troy slammed his black cock over and over again into Jackie's white pussy. She couldn't imagine how he could keep going. For the last ten years she hadn't had sex longer the fifteen minutes. But Troy just kept going, pumping his black cock into her now stretched white pussy and drawing out orgasm after orgasm from her.

"Oh my fucking gawd, this is so good how you are fucking me." Jackie cried from under her black lover. "Oh my fucking gawd I'm cumming again."

And Jackie did. She looked into his eyes and saw an animal intensity. A single minded desire to fuck her. She kissed him. Troy was the lover she was meant to have. The lover she always wanted. She felt like a true woman, taking her female needs from a real man.

"I love you, Troy." She whimpered.

"I love you too, baby." Troy grunted as he continued fucking her.

This went on for a glorious hour. Jackie never let go of him the entire time. She orgasmed more then she could remember, and vaguely recalled hearing the phone ring a few times. Her lousy husband was obviously still trying to reach her. She thought he would probably die if he could see her making nasty non-stop love to a big black guy now.

Troy started grunting and heaving with tears in his eyes. He was cumming too now. She kissed his tears off him as he had done her and helped his head to her breast.

"Oh yes, baby. Cum for me. I want to please you." She said.

Troy's body shook and his cock got harder then ever if possible. It send shivers up Jackie's spine. She could feel his cock vibrating inside her as it spewed his black seed deep into her vagina.

"I'm having one," Troy said.

"Oh yes, baby. Cum for me." She repeated. "Give me you seed. I want it."

Jackie could tell there was a lot of hot cum pouring into her womb.

"I love it," she said.

So much cum pumped into Jackie that part of it squeezed out of her pussy into a frothy mess. The smell of his jizz filled the room. The thought that Troy's sperm was swimming in her body, possibly impregnating her excited her. She enjoyed the thought of carrying his black baby.

"Oh I love feeling you cum in me, baby."

"You don't mind maybe getting pregnant?" Troy asked.

"For you, baby. No. I would be preggers for you." Jackie said, amazed at the words coming out of her mouth. 

The two lovers rolled over and snuggled in bed kissing. Troy was still inside of her, although his cock felt softer now. He grind slowly in and out, filling her with a satisfying feeling. Jackie was drenched in sweat and cum. Her body and his glistened. She enjoyed the view in the ceiling mirror of his dark skinned muscular body cuddled up with her white soft looking body.

"I never thought it could be like that," she said. "I felt like I was losing my mind for awhile."

"Yeah, baby. You are good." Troy said, kissing her lips and breasts.

"I'm am so, so stretched." Jackie said followed by a giggle. "I feel like I can stick my finger in my pussy and not touch the sides. I won't ever be able to feel my husband's pencil dick again."

"Heh heh, heh." Troy laughed. "I warned you. Once you go black, baby. You don't go back."

"I don't want to go back." Jackie laughed. "Not after this."

Troy climbed out of bed. Jackie stayed on the bed looking at him while she rested her head on hand. He looked beyond sexy to her standing there naked. She felt sexy too, her curvy body exposed, wet with sweat and smelling of fresh sex.

"Do you want to shower together?" Troy asked.

"Mmmmm. That sounds great." Jackie hopped out of bed, feeling like a teenager.

She followed her black lover into the motel room shower. It was a good one, with plenty of space and clean. They kissed briefly before starting the water and entering into the shower. The steam rolled over their bodies as the embraced and kissed in the gentle spray. Jackie was startled at how horny she felt. She proceeded to lick Troy's chest and abdomen all over with her tongue. He was delicious. 

The next moment later she was turned around and bent over, her hands pressing against the wall of the shower as Troy fucked her from behind doggy style. She felt incredible. Troy's strong hands on her hips felt awesome. She loved the powerful way he pulled her backwards as he thrust his black cock into her pussy. Her breasts, dripping with water, bounced back and forth with each delicious motion. Her long lovely legs were spread apart. She could look back and see him entering her between her legs. She thought it was a beautiful sight.

"Oh yes, ahhh." Jackie moaned.

Again she orgasmed. And again Troy shot cum deep into her pussy.

"Yes, give me a black baby." Jackie said as she pumped her ass backwards for Troy's cock.

For the next couple of hours Troy and Jackie lay quiet in bed watching cable. They shared some snacks from Troy's duffle bag and a couple of drinks, which made Jackie a little tipsy. Ever so often, Jackie's phone would ring but they both ignored it. She felt strangely calm and happy. After watching a couple of shows, they started kissing again and then went sixty-nine. Sucking Troy's cock while having her pussy sucked at the same time felt glorious. She licked and sucked his cock till it became rock hard again. She coaxed him on his back and then climbed on top and sat her pussy on him. It felt better then ever. She pumped her pussy on his black cock. His twelve inches no longer hurt her, but instead filled her with a beautiful feeling of fulness and ecstasy. She felt his hands on her ass, pulling her into cock. She rubbed her own breasts as the delightful pleasure of having her pussy full of his black cock filled her.




Going Black



"Troy, I'm in heaven." Jackie said, throttling her hips up and down on his black shaft.

Jackie threw her head back in orgasm and tossed her hair with her hands as she stared at the ceiling mirror. 

She didn't know the woman she was looking at, a lovely blonde, wrapped in sexual intercourse with a black man. She only knew this was the greatest day of her life. She didn't know what would happen tomorrow when she went home and she didn't care. A few minutes later, exhausted but satisfied, Jackie and her black lover Troy were asleep in each other's arms. 

The end.



Going Braless Pays Off



Jenny was her name. She was 5'5" tall with dark brown, shoulder length hair. Her 115 lb. Figure was very firm with all the right curves. Jenny worked our computer room as an operator. I didn't see her very much because I was responsible for the entire information systems organization of 400+ people.

One day I overheard some other computer operators talking about Jenny not wearing a bra and her tits nearly spilling out of her blouse. I ventured into the computer room to see what all the fuss was about and acted as if I was making one of my normal random walkthroughs. I spotted Jenny and she was pre-occupied with her work as she moved briskly about the equipment. She was dressed in all black.

She wore black leather boots that came up to just below her knees. She also was wearing a black midi skirt that was cut about 8" above her knees; she did not wear any nylons or hose. Her blouse was also black with the top 3 or 4 buttons undone and you could clearly see her bra-less tits straining to get out. Her tits are very firm and her brisk movements allowed them to be seen from certain angles, particularly when she bent over from the waist to pick something up.

I stood there for awhile watching her and felt myself becoming aroused. I decided to approach her about the distraction and how she was impacting male productivity in the computer room. 

"Jenny, when you have a minute may I see you in my office," I asked her. 

"Right away, Mr. Cole," she responded. I returned to my office to wait for her.

When she arrived she had buttoned her blouse up but her firm tit nipples were very obvious through the material. I asked her to close the door and I could tell that she was nervous. 

"Do you know why I asked to see you, Jenny?" I asked.

"No I don't," she replied. 

"Well we do have a dress code policy here at our company and it is very specific about nudity. I observed you working in the computer room with your blouse open and it is obvious that you are not wearing a bra. Also it is very distracting to your fellow male workers and is impacting their productivity," I informed her.

"I don't know what you are talking about Mr. Cole," she replied with a tremble in her voice.

I walked over to lock and close the door to my office and I reminded her of the severity of this particular company policy that could result in termination. I also cautioned her about telling the truth. 

"Really I don't know what you are referring to," she said unconvincingly.

My patience was worn thin and I said, "Very well, please remove your blouse and if you are wearing a bra then this meeting is over."

She hesitated without speaking and I told her the other option was to leave her I.D. with me and she was fired. Slowly she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She stood there with her hands at her side with her gorgeous tits pointing right at me. She had pert, firm tits with eraser hard nipples that pointed up slightly toward the ceiling. 

"Please don't fire me I really need this job," she begged me.

I stared at her for what seemed to be a long time but was probably less than a minute. I felt my cock rising in my pants and it was hard to conceal an 8" cock as thick as mine.

I moved over to her and took both of her tits in my hands as I said, "You really have beautiful tits and I am sure that we can work something out." 

I stroked her tits lovingly and rolled her nipples in between my fingers. Jenny began to moan. "Would you like me to kiss and suck on your tits?" I asked.

"Oh yes it feels so good my husband never plays with my tits." she gasped.

I kissed her tits tenderly and sucked on her nipples, running my tongue around them and gently nipping them with my teeth. She was going wild and without warning she exploded with an orgasm. I held her as she shook and slipped my hand under her skirt. Her panties were soaked and I asked her if she would like me to take her panties off. She nodded yes almost shyly as if she was embarrassed. I knelt down if front of her and pushed her midi skirt up to her waist. Jenny had beautiful legs with delicious thighs. I kissed all around her thighs and tummy and slowly slipped her panties down and off her legs.

She leaned back against my conference table opening her legs a little and giving my tongue access to her tasty pussy. I licked her pussy and fingered her as well. I rolled her clit in my fingers and reached up with my free hand to tweak her nipples. She started to shake uncontrollably with another orgasm and creamed my face with her female juices. I laid her back on the conference table and stood between her legs. I lowered my trousers and underwear to reveal my engorged cock.

I could tell she was impressed with my organ and at the same time a little apprehensive. I eased my dick into her juicy pussy and fucked her slowly until I was buried balls deep in her cunt. Jenny wrapped her legs around my back and humped herself on my cock bringing herself off with many more orgasms before I finally filled her pussy with my cum. I kept fucking her through my orgasm and I was able to remain hard.

I pulled out of Jenny's pussy and I turned her around. I had her place her hands on the table and arch her back. She looked so good with her perfect ass facing me. I re-entered her pussy from behind and started to fuck her again. She loved it when I reached around and played with her tits and rock hard nipples. I also started to finger her asshole, which I was certain was still virgin. Butt fucking is my favorite and I never pass up the opportunity when it presents itself.

Jenny seemed to like the double penetration with cock and finger. I decided to add a second finger to her asshole and although I met with some resistance at first I was soon sawing two fingers in and out of her ass. I continued to add her pussy juice and my saliva to my fingers to keep them slick. I slipped my cock out of her cunt and positioned it at the entrance to her asshole. 

Jenny looked over her shoulder, almost in a helpless state and said, "I'm not sure I want to do this I never have been fucked in my ass."

I told her that she shouldn't worry that the girls that have tried it loved it. I also told her that we would stop any time she wanted, but to be a little patient.

I pushed the head of cock past her sphincter and left it there for a few minutes allowing her to adjust to the girth of my cock. Then I eased my cock in a little more than back out, each time adding about a ¼ or ½ inch to the penetration. It took about 15 minutes before I was totally buried in her ass. Her asshole contracted around my cock and I kept adding pussy juice and saliva to keep it slick.

I began moving faster and then got into a good rhythm pulling almost all the way out and then burying my cock to the hilt in her ass. Jenny was gasping but had clearly adjusted to the sodomy. With my free hands I fingered her cunt and diddled her clit while I played with her tits and nipples with the other. Soon we were both panting rapidly and I was really picking up the pace. I could feel my balls tightening in preparation of another orgasm and Jenny was building to one also.

She came first flooding my fingers in her cunt with her female spunk. Her asshole contracted rapidly as she came and started milking the cum from my cock. I blasted her asshole with my jizm filling it with so much that the cum ran out of her ass while my cock was still buried in her.

Jenny leaned forward on the conference table with her tits crushed into the top of it. I leaned over her and kissed her neck and cheeks. She was murmuring, "Thank you, thank you."

Shortly afterward we both cleaned up the best we could and got dressed. Jenny still looked a little sheepish, so I consoled her and told her not to worry that I was very discreet and that our encounter would just be between us. She seemed relieved and told me that she would like to get together again.

"Do I need to wear a bra tomorrow?" she asked.

I smiled and told her that if she didn't she would have to come to my office again.

"Sounds like a plan," she said wickedly.

We both returned to work. 



Going Bump in the Night



I didn’t know at first what had woken me. My eyes flew open, as if I’d had one of those “falling” dreams. My body was covered in sweat, and my throat was so dry I could barely swallow. I finally noticed the constant “tickle” between my legs, as my fingers massaged against my wet panties. My shirt was around my neck, and the air was stinging my hard nipples. I was on the verge of an orgasm, and I don’t know how I got there. Everything just kind of hit me at once, and I immediately stopped myself. My breathing was fast, and my heart was pounding in my ears. 

I glanced over to my sister’s bed to see if I had woken her, but fortunately she was fast asleep.

This has happened to me several times in the past month or so, and I don’t know why. I quickly stripped off my shirt and panties and re-organized myself back under the covers, where I could finish up with some control. I suppose if I had my own room, I would just be able to let myself go and not have to worry, but I didn’t want to risk waking my sister. We have shared a room all our lives, and never, not once, had I ever seen her touch herself. I’ve barely even seen her naked. I know she had a few boyfriends, but I have no idea what her sex life is like, because we just never talk about those things. 

Anyway, I laid back and spread my knees apart, and began to work my hand up and down my slick pussy. I closed my eyes and was just starting to enjoy myself when my sister rolled over and stopped me dead in my tracks. She was facing me now, and I felt as if she would just open her eyes at any second and see what I was doing. Although she probably wouldn’t, I didn’t want to take a chance. I re-positioned myself on my side, facing her so I could see if she was starting to wake up, and slipped a pillow between my legs. I slowly began to gyrate my hips and squeeze my legs together enough to let my pussy mash against the cool fabric. I knew this wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me, so I quietly got up and snuck out of our room into the bathroom down the hall.

I stood quietly in the bathroom stroking my clit. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and I was so dizzy with the need to cum that I couldn’t even think. I scanned the bathroom for anything that I could use to satisfy myself. I was desperate, and wished that there was another person there to relieve me. Someone, anyone would do. I needed someone to touch me, to lick me, to make me cum. 

I grabbed a bottle of conditioner, smeared it along the top edge of the tub, and straddled myself along the edge of the smooth cool porcelain. I savored the sensations, as my bare clit smoothly glided along the cold edge of the tub, keeping me in a steady state of arousal. I watched myself in the mirror, and imagined that I was being watched. I wanted someone to see me. I wanted to cum for anyone who wanted to watch. 

Several minutes passed and I still needed more. I needed to be filled. I needed to be touched. I felt as if I had no control over myself. I laid down on the bathroom floor, spreading my legs as wide as I could, and poured a huge glob of conditioner on my pussy. I shivered as the cold lotion landed on my clit and dripped down the length of my aching lips to my asshole. I never played with my ass before, but the feel of the lotion oozing around my hole made me feel so dirty. I started to work the lotion around the rim of my asshole with the tip of my middle finger, pushing it further into myself a little more each time. My pussy buzzed with excitement as I worked my finger in and out of my virgin ass. 

I felt so dirty. I wanted everyone to see what a dirty slut I am. I removed my finger from my ass, and placed the pouring spout of the conditioner bottle into my ass and squeezed. I could feel the cold creamy liquid coating the walls of my ass as I fought not to scream out loud. I plugged my ass with my finger again and stood up to leave.

I hurried myself quietly down the steps and out the back door with my finger buried in my cream filled ass. I looked to see if any of my neighbors would still be awake, but all the houses seemed dark. I couldn’t take it much longer, I needed to cum.

I kneeled down in the grass, facing the back of my house and worked my clit with one hand and my asshole with the other until I came.

I pretended as if everyone in the neighborhood could see me. I felt my ass tighten around my finger and I came so hard I fell face down in the grass. I stayed there for a minute with my ass in the air and my face in the grass until I caught my breath and regained my senses. When I finally realized what I was doing, I quickly got myself together and got back inside. 

As I made my way back up the stairs, I felt the liquid dripping from my ass, and my pussy tingled. I hurried into the bathroom again to clean up a little, but I decided that I wasn’t done, and that I liked the way I felt. My pussy was soon throbbing again, and I needed something more to satisfy me. 

I left the bathroom and made my way back towards my room. I was going to just finger myself quietly under my blankets until I came, but as I got to the door I had a better idea. 

I walked passed my own door and peered into my brother’s room to make sure he was asleep, and slipped in. He was dressed in just sweat shorts and was lying on top of his covers, with one leg hanging off the bed. I grabbed his computer chair and rolled it right next to his bed facing him. I couldn’t believe I was doing this.

I inserted my fingers into my pussy as I watched him sleep, oblivious to the fact that his own sister was naked and fingering herself just inches away from him. I didn’t give much thought to what his reaction would be if he woke up, but I didn’t care. I imagined him watching me fuck myself, and begging me to cum as he slowly stroked his stiff cock for me. I imagined him begging to fuck me, and me riding his hard prick. 

I fingered my pussy faster as these incestuous images raced through my head. I wanted to feel his cock in my hands as I rubbed myself off. I wanted to see his cock shooting a load all over me, and I wondered if he would wake up. I’ve heard that boys have wet dreams and sleep right through them, so I thought that if I was careful he wouldn’t wake up. 

I reached out slowly and touched his bulge on the outside of his shorts. I could feel his cock through his shorts ,and slowly ran my hand up and down the underside of his cock until I felt it begin to grow hard under my finger tips. He didn’t even stir as the head of his prick started to peek out the band of his shorts. It sent chills down my spine and right to my pussy when I first saw it poke out.

After several minutes it began to bob up and down to my touch, and I stroked it more firmly, in time with my other hand which was working in and out of my pussy. With each stroke I pulled it further out of his shorts, until I could actually lightly wrap my hand around it. I used some of the leftover cream from my ass to lube him up, and I began to steadily pump his now slick penis. 

With each matching stroke of my busy hands, I imagined it was his cock that was sliding in and out of me. I worked myself faster and faster until I was about to come. My brothers breathing became heavier, and I could feel his cock pulsing under my grip. I knew he was about to come any second. I lifted his cock a little higher and gave a few more sturdy tugs until I felt the rush of blood reach his cock. I came as his cum shot in the air, landing on his chest and belly, and dripping on my fingertips. I quickly milked the rest of his semen from his cock as I tried to regain my own senses. I felt his cock begin to grow soft in my hand again, and I quickly got up to leave the room.

As I headed out of my brother’s room, I caught my sister watching me from the cracked door. She saw me getting up and ran to get back to our room, and didn’t realize I spotted her. I ran for the door and caught up with her just as she slipped back into our room. I closed the door behind me and walked right up to her. 

“So you like to spy on people?”

“I didn’t know.”

“What did you see?”

“Nothing I didn’t see anything.”

“I know you saw. Did you like it?”

“You’re sick! I can’t believe you!”

“You saw it and you liked it. You want to see me cum. You liked watching me jerk off our brother. You liked watching him cum.”

I held my hands up to her and wiped my brother’s cum on her lips, and before she could move I kissed her, smearing it all over her face. She tried to get away, but I grabbed her around her waist and quickly cupped her crotch with my other hand.

“You’re soaked down here. I definitely think you liked what you saw. Do you want me to make you cum too little sister?” 

She nodded shyly, and kissed me hard on the lips. Her fingers made their way to my pussy as I stripped off her panties and t–shirt. Our bodies mashed together as we collapsed onto her bed. Her tits were pressed into mine as we frantically fingered and groped at each other’s pussies. When I felt her middle finger invade my ass I wondered how long she had been watching me that night. We made each other cum several times before we drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow night, we are both going to pay a visit to my brother’s room.



Going Commando



Author's note: This is a story based on a recurring fantasy I had while serving my seond tour in Iraq. While it never happened in real life, there is something to be said for dreaming.



The midnight air still felt stifling as Trevor stepped from the dining facility. The moon was hanging in the sky, a crescent shape that was somehow appropriate here in the land of the crescent moon. The Baghdad night was still and with no hint of a breeze. Even with only a pair of lightweight shorts and a t-shirt on, he could still feel the beads of perspiration begin to form. Turning to his left, he stepped to head away from the dining facility, when he ran head on into a head of short brown hair. Reaching out, he grabbed two slim arms and looked down to see a slim brunette staring back at him. A momentary image flashed through his mind of what that body would look like underneath that uniform, and he ruthlessly pushed it away before his body could respond with any more than a slight twitch.

Beth threw her hands up, pressing them against the chest before her. She could feel the muscles ripple slightly underneath the thin t-shirt. Gulping a little bit, she stepped back and Trevor let his hands drop to his sides. The thought came to her mind of what he would look like without his shirt, and her mouth went a little dry. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and realized it who it was she was having lewd thoughts about.

"Trevor?" she asked, "oh my god, where have you been? I haven't seen you in about 3 weeks." she stepped forward and threw her arms around him.

Trevor felt the arms around his neck, but was more aware of the pressure of her breasts against his chest. Slipping his arms around her waist, he gave her a quick squeeze and released her. "I just got back from mission this afternoon." he replied, knowing that Beth was smart enough to let it drop. He re-adjusted the weapon slung across his back, "what are you doing here, getting midnight chow?"

Beth shook her head, her short brown hair waving as she did so, "no, just ducking in grab a Gatorade. Where are you going now?"

Trevor sighed, "I just heading back to my bunk."

"Why don't I walk with you?" she asked quietly, "I missed talking with you. You're one of the few people around here I can really talk to."

Jerking his head to the side, "sure". Together they walked out of the concrete barriers surrounding the dining facility and started to head towards the living areas. As they walked, they talked of nothing important, just letting the conversation drift where it may. Every once in a while, Trevor would glance down and see Beth's legs sticking out of the army shorts she wore, the gently tanned skin glowing in the moonlight. Only the fact that he considered her a friend, and believed that she thought the same way about him, kept him from doing the things his mind was coming up with. Not that he wouldn't enjoy it given the chance. Passing the motor pool, he glanced over to where the line of his vehicles were and saw the shine of a flashlight moving through the line.

"Hang on a second," he motioned toward the motor pool, "I need to check this out." Trevor quickly moved toward the line, Beth trailing behind him. He walked up and down the line, looking for the owner of the flashlight, but couldn't find anyone. "Probably just one of the roving guards," he muttered under his breath. He turned to see Beth standing besides one of the field ambulances, and looking like a fairy elf in the faint moonlight. His breath hitched in his chest and a powerful jolt of lust slammed through him. He began to move out of the motor pool when he heard Beth's voice softly calling him over. He walked toward her and stood withing arms reach, but feeling a million miles away for all the distance between them. Not saying another word, she turned and opened the back of the ambulance, climbed inside, and motioned for him to follow. Once inside, she edged around him and closed the back up. Trevor reached back behind him and turned on the lights, filling the back of the vehicle with soft blue light. The patient slots were set up so that people riding in the back could ride sitting up and not laying on a litter. Not terribly comfortable, but still sitting up. Trevor sat down on one of the seats, unslinging his weapon and setting it off the side. Beth took off her weapon also and placed it on the seat behind her, the moved to stand in front of him.

"I wanted to talk to you," she began, her voice low and slightly husky, "there's something I wanted to tell you. Ever since we met a couple of months ago, I wanted to do something, but never could find the chance to be alone with you."

Clearing his throat and hoping against the hope swelling in his belly, Trevor spoke in a voice just as low as hers, "And what is it that you wanted to do?"

Without saying a word, Beth leaned in, taking his face in her hands, and captured his mouth in a deep kiss. Her tongue snaked out and slid between his lips, bumping and sparring against his tongue. His hands came up and settled on her hips. Suddenly, the warmth of the evening was forgotten in the heat of their kiss. Her hands slid down and locked around the back of his neck, and her kiss became more fervent. His hands began to explore the body he had been wanting to touch for what seemed an eternity, moving up to stroke along her back. A hum built in her throat from the sensation, sending vibrations through her tongue and into his. Her hands came around to his front and began to massage his chest through his shirt. His heart, already racing, picked up a few more beats a minute.

Trevor's hands slipped past her lower back to gently cup her butt, firm beneath her shorts. Unable to resist, he moved further down and started to run his hands over the silky smooth skin of her legs, dipping underneath the hem of her shorts to caress her lower cheek. The excitement of the situation had him hard as a stone and poking out of the bottom of his own shorts. Her hand dropped to to slide along the top of his thigh and her thumb brushed the tip of his prick. His hips gave an involuntary jerk from the contact. Beth grinned into the kiss and gently ran her thumbnail over the head. Goosebumps ran along his spine, making him shiver in the heat. His hands came up just a little further to cup her ass cheeks, kneading the firm muscle.

Suddenly, Beth's clothes felt too tight, too constricting. She had the urge to feel his skin and, breaking the kiss, began to pull up on his t-shirt. Quickly, he helped her strip off his shirt, then commenced to working her shirt off as well. Once her shirt was off and discarded to the side, he could see that she was not wearing a bra, her nipples proudly in the pale blue light, hard as pebbles, the glowing softly. He chuckled to himself. 

"I've heard of guys going commando, but it's not often a woman does it."

She settled a hand on his thigh again, just a bare little bit below where his head was still poking out. "Too hot for anything else. Besides," she fixed her eyes on his, "are you complaining?" she asked, arching her back and pushing her breasts out towards him.

"Oh, hell, no," he replied, grabbing her waist, pulling her towards him and greedily latching onto one of her nipple, then the other, moving back and forth between the two. Her hand came up on his thigh and rubbed his hard shat through his shorts. His hands moved around to her back, settling just below her shoulder blades, and drew her in just a little more. Her hand stopped rubbing him and, along with the other hand, grasped the top of his shorts. Trevor lifted his hips and she tugged them down over his hips and off his legs, with him kicking his shoes off at the last minute. Dropping the shorts, she looked down at his erection, licking her lips. She leaned over and, taking him in one hand with a firm grip, slowly ran her tongue from the base to the tip. He shuddered slightly from the pleasure as she lowered her mouth over him. She sank down until she had taken almost his entire length except for the little bit covered by her hand. Drawing back up, she twirled her tongue around the head and stroked her fist up and down the shaft.

Trevor leaned back and closed his eyes as she worked her magic on him. He ran his hands through her short hair as she bobbed up and down. The sensations ran through him, making his brain swim. He looked down to see her staring back at him, her lips locked firmly around his member and her hand gently squeezing his testicles, her tongue working the sensitive area just underneath the head. He could feel the barest beginnings of his orgasm building deep within himself, and that was something he couldn't have right at that moment. He reached down and gripped her shoulders, pulling her back up to him. He took her mouth once again with his, his hands finding her breasts, kneading them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Still with his mouth on hers, he slowly stood and spun her around so that the back of her knees were pressed against the seat. Dropping his hands to her waistband, he slid her shorts over her hips and they dropped down her legs, pooling at her feet. She lifted one foot and flipped her shorts to the side. Trevor leaned back and saw that she hadn't been wearing panties either.

"Completely commando," he muttered to himself before stepping in, pressing the length of his body against hers and his mouth finding her mouth once again. Her nipples pressed into his chest. He pressed her back until she was sitting on the seat and he began to work his way down her body. He kissed his way past the side of her neck, down across her chest, licking all around her breasts and nipples. He continued on down, stopping to toy with her belly button for a moment before making his way down to her thighs. The golden, silky skin sliding under his lips. A sigh came from Beth as she leaned back and let he legs fall apart a bit more. Trevor slipped her legs onto his shoulders and lightly ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. Beth's hips jumped forward and a moan came from her throat. Noting her reaction, he placed a kiss directly on her love nub. Her hands fell onto the top of his head, running through his short hair.

Starting slowly and deliberately, he worked his way around her outer lips, giving her alternating licks and nibbles. He then moved the outer lips aside and slid his tongue inside of her, the taste mucky on his taste buds, and it made a raging hard on that much more rigid. He wormed his tongue all around inside of her. His hands moved up the smooth skin of her sides to cup and fondle her breasts, his thumbs toying with her nipples. Beth's back arched, pressing her breasts into his hands. He moved up her slit and settled his tongue on her clit. He twirled his tongue around the nub, feeling it swell more. After a few moments, he sucked it into his mouth and began to flick at it with his tongue. Beth's body began to tighten up and he knew she was getting close, and that spurred him on. His only focus now was to see her have an orgasm. His hands slipped down underneath her to cup her ass cheeks. Suddenly, her thighs tightened around his head and her hands pulled him towards her.

The climax thundered through her body, blanking her mind and sending her system into overload. Her hips bucked up and down. Through it all, he kept his mouth attached, sucking on her button and sending her higher and further into an orgasmic state. Just when she thought she was done, he slipped his tongue out of his mouth and, flattening it out, covered her clit. Moving his entire head, he shook it from side to side, pushing her into another climax. Her stomach muscles tensed and released repeatedly and her body shook from the intensity. As her last one started to taper off, Trevor sat back, looking at her. The sweat glistened on her skin in the soft blue light. After a moment, she raised her head and reached down to grip his manhood, pulling him towards her.

He didn't need a second invitation. Scooting forward on his knees, he came up between her thighs, the tip of his erection brushing up against hr labia. Reaching down, he gripped his shaft and ran the head up and down her slit a few times before sliding it into her. She was ready for him and he slipped in all the way to the hilt in one smooth motion. Giving her a second to adjust herself to him. He began sliding in and out with long strokes. Her warmth and wetness engulfed him, pulled at him, making it difficult to stay in control, but he managed. Just barely, but he managed. Her legs came up to lock around his waist and her hips came up to meet his. With one hand, he reached down and covered her clit with his thumb. He applied just the right amount of pressure to have her biting back a scream as yet another climax tore through her. Beth's entire body shook as he relentlessly drove into her and manipulated her button, her legs locking even more tightly around his waist. As she relaxed from the sudden storm, he abruptly withdrew from her completely, his turgid erection shining in the pale blue light. She looked up in confusion for just a moment before realizing what he wanted.

Getting to his feet, he pulled her up with him and turned her around, she bent over at the waist and grabbed the seat, her rear facing him, inviting him. Trevor stepped up behind her and drove into her with one smooth thrust. Beth arched backward and pushed back against him. He began to piston his hips with long, deep strokes, reaching around to cup her breasts in his hands. He could feel his own climax starting deep within him and heard the moans coming from her as he hammered back and forth. His own moans mingled with hers as they began the final drive towards bliss, her muscles clenching and milking him. He slid his hands down her sides to grab her hips and, holding tight, worked his way upward to his orgasm. Suddenly, it burst through him and out of him. Beth let out a low scream and and shuddered with him as her own orgasm tore through her as well. Colored lights flashed behind his eyes and his fingertips dug into her tender skin as he emptied his load into her. She felt his orgasm flood her, and but only as a side note to her own. After what seemed to be an eternity, they began to come down from their temporary high, their skin slicked with sweat and panting from the effort. Trevor felt his legs give out from under him and was able to aim himself so that he fell onto the seat, dragging Beth down with him. She sat side saddle on his lap, and laid her head on his shoulder. Chests still heaving and trying to catch their breaths, he let his hands float along her skin.

"You know," she whispered into the soft light, "if I would've known you were this good, I would have found a way to do this months ago."

Trevor chuckled in agreement, "we just have to figure out a way to do it again."

She lifted her head and let her lips find his, sharing a deep kiss and feeling him stir underneath her hip. "Who says we have to wait?" she asked as she reached down to stroke his rapidly hardening length. Outside, the moon continued to trace it's path in the the Baghdad sky.



Going Commando



I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist. The majority of the porn I watch or the stories I read involve variations of women flashing or getting fucked in public. Whether it's in the bathroom of a bar or nightclub or in the backseat of a car in a crowded parking lot, it didn't matter. It was all the same to me and it was unbelievably sexy. I always pictured my wife as the woman in these scenarios. Even if the fictional man was a stranger and not me, it got me going but that's a whole different fantasy in itself. When I met my wife, Kate, she was very reserved and conservative when it came to sex. She was great in bed, theres no doubt about that. But it never really left the bedroom. She didn't have any outrageous fantasies or kinks like mine so our sex life was very vanilla. For the longest time I kept my fantasies to myself. I thought it would hurt her if she knew I secretly longed for her to show her body off in public. She wouldn't understand that it was only the potential of others seeing her that I found exciting. 

 It was Valentine's Day that I finally decided to introduce this concept. We had reservations at our favorite restaurant and the idea came to me as I watched Kate getting ready in the bathroom. We had just finished showering and I was already dressed in charcoal slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. As I sat on the bed putting on my shoes I looked up to see my wife's beautiful naked body standing at the bathroom sink. She was applying makeup in the mirror and curling her long dark hair, moving her hips slowly to the music coming from the iPhone dock in the bedroom. Kate was a knockout. 5'9 and incredibly fit. She spent most of her youth and teenage years swimming and playing volleyball and her body showed it. From her toned calves and thighs and tight stomach to her slender yet muscular shoulders she looked like one of the female athletes in the ESPN body issue. Her 36C tits weren't as perky as they were when we met but they were still incredible. Big and full with large nipples that begged to be sucked and nibbled on. A fat ass, the good kind of fat, that was still firm enough to bounce a quarter off of. I still don't think there's a better view in this world than the one I get when I'm fucking my wife from behind. She has an ass to die for. 

 "How does this look, love?" Kate asked, interrupting the dirty thoughts I was having as I watched her. She turned to me and was pointing at her face, or more specifically the makeup on her face. She's been experimenting with darker makeup because I thought it complimented her pale complexion better. Her dark eyeliner and purple eyeshadow looked unbelievably sexy but not as sexy as the crimson lipstick she had bought earlier that day. My eyes must have widened to show my approval because all she did was smile seductively at me and turn back toward the mirror to put on some finishing touches. Once she was satisfied she walked over to the closet and pulled out her new dress I had gotten her for our date night. She laid it on the bed and went to her dresser. She bent over at the waist, keeping her legs straight because she knew I was watching. She gave me a good look between her legs at her bald pussy lips. Any time Kate bends over, her pussy and asshole are on full display and she knows it drives me crazy. She stepped into a black thong and pulled it up her taught legs as she stood. She didn't bother with a bra tonight because the dress was meant to be worn without one. It had some built in support but it still wouldn't stop her nipples from poking through the fabric, which I loved. She pulled the dress over her head and smoothed it down her hips and stomach before doing a little twirl for me. She looked like a goddess. It was a tight fitting dress, jet black and sleeveless. Even though it offered no cleavage whatsoever, her tits still looked fantastic straining against the thin fabric. The hemline was a bit drastic and more risqué than any other dress she owned. It fell maybe two inches below her ass cheeks and she'd be fighting to keep it down all night. 

 "Well?" She asked.

 "Jesus." I barely managed as I stood. "You are going to turn some heads tonight."

 "Oh Whatever!" She laughed as she hit me playfully on the chest. "The only head I care about turning is yours."

 I walked to her and took her hips in my hands and then kissed her on the lips. I reached for the hem of her dress and lifted with both hands.

 "What do you think you're doing? We're already going to be late." She jokingly complained.

 "I'm just going to change one little thing." I said, pulling her dress up to her stomach.

 I dropped to my knees in front of her, eye level with her black satin thong. I curled my fingers around the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. Her dark curly bush came into view slowly. Kate's lips are waxed clean but she still leaves a full patch of hair above her pussy. I loved it. She keeps it trimmed, maybe half an inch long. I continued pulling her thong down and she sighed when she felt my breath on her exposed cunt. I had her panties at her feet and I helped her step out. I planted a kiss on her bare lips and pulled her dress down as I stood. 

 "There," I said. "Much better."

 "Umm, I cant go out like this. This dress is way too short and everyone will see me!" She protested.

 "No one will see, babe." I reassured her and then added, "And so what if they do?"

 I'm not sure how she'd react to the last part and her internal struggle showed on her face. 

 "Fine." She smirked at me. "You better help keep me covered, pervert."

 I took her in my arms and kissed her, grabbing her big ass at the same time. She pulled her heels on, I grabbed my wallet and we were out the door. 

 Campo definitely isn't a classy restaurant. It's a high end ultra lounge that happens to serve great food. It was special to us though because it was where we first met. The staff knew us and treated us well and we took care of them in return. We informed the hostess of our reservation and she sat us in a booth in the corner overlooking the dance floor. Kate, not used to wearing such a short dress opened her legs a little too much when she sat. She quickly remembered the length of her dress and the fact that she was commando and shut her legs quickly with a tiny squeal. I'm pretty sure I was the only one who saw and I chuckled at her embarrassment. She laughed it off too. 

 The waitress popped over and asked for our drink order. 

 "Whiskey and soda." Kate responded. "A double." She added.

 I ordered a beer and our drinks showed up in less than two minutes. After a couple rounds we ordered food. It was delicious and we topped it off with a few more rounds. Now that dinner was out of the way we sat back and relaxed, taking in the crowd and the music. Kate was a lightweight and after five or six cocktails I knew she was feeling pretty good. I watched her as she started to sway with the music in her seat. She caught me staring and shot me shy smile. She leaned over in the booth and kissed my cheek before telling she needed to pee. While she was scooting out of the booth her dress rode up a bit and I caught a glimpse of her dark bush. She wasn't so drunk that she forgot she wasn't wearing panties so she was very careful not to flash anyone else when she stood. I loved the way the dress hugged her big ass and I felt my cock stir as I watched her walk away. I ordered two shots of tequila from the waitress and the drinks showed up as Kate returned to the table. Instead of taking her seat immediately, she grabbed the shot glass and raised it to toast me before downing it. 

 "I want to dance." She said to me as she started bobbing to the hip hop song that filled the bar.

 I wasn't going to say no so I climbed from the booth. She took my hand and led me to the dance floor. The floor was crowded but we found enough room for the two of us without bumping into too many people. The first three or four songs had very up tempo beats and we danced in front of each other, hands in the air and just moving to the beat. Kate was facing me and I watched her tits bounce in her dress as she swayed in time to the music. Her dress kept riding up her ass so every few seconds her hands would be at the hem, pulling it back down into place. Every time she did she smiled at me nervously and I just shrugged. As we continued dancing, the alcohol was having more and more of an effect on her and she was really losing herself in the music. Her hands were roaming up and down her body. Her eyes were shut and she was moving very freely. She turned away from me and I saw her ass cheeks peeking out from under her dress. She must not have realized because she made no effort to pull her dress back down. Her dress creeped up ever so slightly with every move she made. Now half of her ass was on display and my cock was swelling knowing that if anyone glanced in her direction they would be in for a treat. Before anyone could get a show, she looked back at me with a devilish grin and quickly pulled her dress down. She did it on purpose!

 I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass into me just as the song changed. A gritty beat came over the speakers and she started grinding against me. I knew she could feel my cock through the little fabric separating us. She raised her arms behind her and ran her hands though my hair before grabbing me by the back of my neck. I let my hands roam over her body. Over her hips and stomach then quickly across her tits. I leaned down and kissed her neck. Her skin was slick and salty and her scent was intoxicating. I watched beads of sweat drip down her neck to the collar of her dress. She was breathing heavily and I felt her tits heaving as I took them both in my hands. Her nipples were pressing hard against the fabric of her dress and I ran my fingers over them lightly. She let out a soft moan and ground her ass harder into my crotch. She was completely lost in the moment and when I looked down over the front of her body I saw that her knees were bent in such a way that anyone in front of her would have a clear view up her dress. I wasn't going to tell her and I knew she was too wrapped up to notice or even care. I looked out across the dance floor and saw a young guy staring wide eyed at my wife and it made my cock twitch. I knew he could clearly see her pussy and that her lips were probably wide open due of the way her legs were spread. Instead of telling her to close her legs or getting angry that another man was staring at my wife's exposed cunt, I got even more turned on. My left hand continued rubbing my wife's tit on the dance floor but I let my right hand slip over her stomach and down to the hem of her dress. With one swift motion my hand swept over her sweat moistened bush and cupped her pussy. I couldn't believe how wet she was when I ran my middle finger down her slit and slipped it into her. It took her a moment to realize what was happening but when she did she shot straight up and turned to face me. 

 I couldn't quite figure out how to read her expression. It was a look I hadn't seen before and for a second I thought she was going to slap me. She looked me dead in the eyes but she didn't look angry. She wasn't smiling either. She grabbed my hand and started walking toward the back of the bar. I knew I was about to get an earful. When we got to where it was quiet enough to talk I thought she'd stop but she kept walking me further into the back of the building until we came to the bathroom door. She looked around and went in, pulling me in with her. The bathrooms in this bar were private, single use facilities with locking doors. Once inside she kept walking toward the sink and I locked the door, figuring we would need some privacy. 

 "Babe, Im sor..." I started. But before I could finish the sentence she leaned back against the sink and pulled her dress up and bunched it around her stomach. Kate was always sexy to me but looking at her now, there was something so raw and animalistic about the way she stood there. Her skin from head to toes glistened with sweat. She was breathing heavily, her big tits lifting and falling with every breath. There was a slight shake in her hands while she held her dress up at her belly. Beads of sweat ran down her tight stomach and into her thick, soaked bush. Her pussy lips were swollen and protruding between her trembling thighs and I could see how wet she was from across the room. I walked toward her in a daze, almost floating across the bathroom floor. Our eyes were locked onto each others and her hands were on the button of my pants the second I was within reach. I felt my zipper come down followed immediately by her hand fishing my throbbing cock out of my boxers. 

 Her hand felt amazing wrapped around me and I let my pants fall to the ground. No time was wasted, she pulled my cock towards her and rubbed the head up and down her slick cunt, coating me in her juices. I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the sink, at the same time pulling her closer to me and shoving my full length deep into her. She let out a sharp gasp and wrapped her hands around my neck, digging her nails into my skin. I've never felt her so wet. With every thrust, her juices would spurt around my cock, soaking my thighs and balls. I looked into her eyes and she stared back intently while I was fucking her with everything I had. Purple tears streamed down her face from her mascara. I'm surprised we didn't break the sink off of the wall with how I was pounding into her, harder and deeper with every thrust. More than once there was knocking at the bathroom door but we ignored it. I knew anyone standing on the other side could hear my wife's moans and cries of pleasure. It was such a rush, knowing hundreds of people were only ten or fifteen feet away while I drove my cock in and out of my wife's hot cunt. I imagined what would have happened if I hadn't locked the door. What if someone walked in? What if someone watched while Kate's big tits bounced under her dress? What if they saw my cock stretching her tight, hairy pussy? My thoughts got dirtier and dirtier. What if someone walked into the bathroom right now? The door is right behind me so the first thing they'd see is my back, Kate's feet locked around my waist. Between my legs they'd see my balls slapping against her ass. They'd see her tiny pink asshole, soaking wet from the juices gushing from her cunt. Would we let them watch? Would we let them join? Kate started bucking hard to meet my thrusts and I wondered if there was any way she was thinking the same thing. Her breathing became more rapid and she started to whimper. This was a sign she wanted to cum.

 "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." She growled. My wife doesn't usually talk dirty in bed and this got me going even harder. "Oh. My. God! Yes! Fuck me! Harder harder harder!" She continued.

 I felt her pussy clamp down and my cock and she dug her nails deeper into the back of my neck. "Don't stop don't stop don't stop! I'm gonna cuuuuuuummmm....Uhhhhhhhhh." The last bit came out as a deep guttural groan. Between the sounds she was making and feeling her orgasm, I couldn't hold it anymore. I pulled out and unloaded stream after stream of hot cum all over her stomach and bush. I took a step back and took in the sight as I caught my breath. My wife's body was covered in sweat, my cum dripping down her stomach over her bush and pussy. Her cum running in streams down the inside of her thighs. Her face broke into a huge smile as she pulled her dress back down. I pulled my pants back up and made myself presentable while she checked her hair and makeup in the mirror. Once she was satisfied, she grabbed my hand, kissed me on the cheek and led me out of the bathroom. 

 I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into me as we walked.

 "Lets go home." She said with a satisfied smile. I don't think she noticed all the knowing eyes on us as we left the bar. I know I did and I thought, did my wife just become an exhibitionist?



Going Commando Dare



It was a Saturday night, almost 1 am. I was sitting on the subway after meeting a friend for a movie in the city. The cabin was empty except for a guy sitting on the bench next to me, a girl on her own sitting on the bench opposite me and another couple of girls sitting next to her. 

The girl on her own was dressed in the full clubbing attire. She wore a short, short black cotton dress, which showed off her long tanned, toned legs and thighs. She never had any stockings on, but wore black strappy stiletto high heels with red painted toe nails. I looked up at her legs admiring to myself the slim yet toned shins and then her bronzed thighs, tight with no flab or stretch marks. He dress made out of the stretchy spandex fabric, hugged her hips and body tightly and was cut low on the front showing plenty of cleavage. On the side her black bra strap was visible protruding beyond the cut of the dress. She boasted a nice pair of voluptuous C sized breasts. 

I realised that I was staring at her and quickly took my eyes off her and returned them to the subway map. I then noticed the guys sitting next to me perving at this girl. His eyes were glued to her body. She was aware of this and responded with a smile as she crossed her legs over each other, the dress riding even higher up her thighs. I looked at the guy. He had dark hair, quite good looking and was probably in his mid twenties. I looked again at the girl's figure. I wished I had such long legs.

The girl's cell phone rang and she answered it. The signal went dead as she put it away in her little handbag. The guy continued to stare at her, I suppose, as any guy would do with a body like that in view. 

The show then began. It looked like I was absorbed in my magazine but I was noticing everything happening around me. The girl uncrossed her legs and then opened them a little, parting her knees and sitting back. Her dress was hiked up to her waist and she there a view right up her crotch. She was not wearing any underwear.

I looked on in shock, as did the guy. Her pubic hair was short and black and trimmed in a neat rectangle above her pussy. She stayed like this for about half a minute as I looked on at her folds. I am not sure why I stared but I did. She just continued reading her book oblivious to the reaction she was causing across the aisle. 

I looked at the guy who was quite obviously and rapidly getting hot and stuffy. He was shifting around but still fixated on the skirt as if he was a little boy looking through the window of a candy shop at one big colorful lollipop. 

The girls next to her got up and left the train at the next station. The guy followed after them.

The attention seeker crossed her legs again and for the first time in ages looked up. She suddenly realized that her bag was gone. 

"Hey, excuse me, did you see anyone take my bag?" she panicked.

"I saw those girls sitting next to you get off at the last station, but I didn't see what they were carrying," I replied.

"Shit!, what am I going to do, my phone, my wallet, my keys are all in that bag."

The train stopped at the last station and I got out next to the girl.

She ran ahead to look for the security officer, but the subway was about to close and nobody was around. I felt sorry for the girl.

"Do you want to come back to my place? You can phone the police or whoever from there" I offered a rather desperate and tearful girl, who now looked no more than 18. 

"I only live 10 minute walk from the station," I continued.

"You sure! Thank you! You are a g-d send!" she answered appreciatively, as she walked next to me. 

"by the way my name in Cindy," she introduced herself.

"I am Rachel," I responded.

Cindy gave up struggling with the walking and knelt down and took off her stiletto shoes. 

"I cannot walk in these." she said.

I didn't say anything to her about her little exhibitionism in the train. She came up to my apartment where I showed her to the phone. She phoned the 24 hr call centre for her bank and suspended her credit cards and then tried to call some friends. All the friends had their voicemail on. It was 1:30am and she had no luck in contacting anyone.

"You can sleep over and worry about all this tomorrow," I suggested.

I went to my bedroom robe and fetched a summer night dress for her. It was black satin with a lacy border and quite short, but it was the only clean one I had. It fitted my petite figure well, but a size 8 was probably 2 or 3 sizes too small for Cindy, who was a bigger boned, taller girl, probably a size 12.

"Here is something for you to wear." I handed her the dress.

"Oh thank you. You are so kind" she responded taking the night dress from me.

While I stood there, with not the least shyness, she lifted her black dress up over her hips and pulled it up and over her shoulders. She unzipped her bra and then put my night dress on. It was far too short for her . It was short on me being 5 foot and with her 6 foot it just reached below her pubic area and half covered her butt. 

"Sorry it's a bit short! I can look for something else." I suggested.

"I would just sleep in my undies, but I am not wearing any tonight," she said with a naughty laugh.

"I noticed, with your show on the train," I replied.

"You saw that?" she asked amazed.

"Well yes it was so obvious. You do that often?" I asked.

"Actually never done it before. I usually wear undies, but tonight I was at a dance practice, which I went to in my tights and I forgot to take panties with me. We are not allowed to wear panties under our dance tights as the panty line is considered ugly for a performance." She explained.

"I have heard of that, but opening your legs wide to show off in public, is something I have not seen before," I commented.

"We are young, you got to have some fun before you die. You should try it. It something to see the big impact it has on guys and I even felt the tingles down there from doing it." 

"Please don't tell me you are one of those prudes or conservative chicks!"

"I am not!" I responded agitated.

The truth is I was totally shy and self-conscious and would even feel uncomfortable wearing a dress as short as hers. 

We got talking and really got along. We discovered we were the same age and although we were totally different we both like sports and travel. 

I poured us each a glass of red wine and we downed it, toasting life and taking chances. After a few more glasses were finished and we were now both quite drunk we played truth or dare.

Cindy started. 

" Have you ever slept with a woman?" she asked. 

"No" I replied.

"Have you ever wanted to?" she asked next.

"No, not really" I lied to her.

"I can see from your eyes. You are lying. As punishment you must do what I did on the train, tomorrow," she instructed.

It was my chance to ask a question.

"Have you ever put your finger up your butt when masturbating?" I asked.

"Yes I have." she answered.

It was 3am and wee got too tired to play on, but I did dare her to repeat her little show for my boyfriend when he comes past in the morning.

Cindy slept on my couch while I went to bed. 

The next morning I awoke to Steven, my boyfriend knocking at the door.

Steven walked in and I introduced him to Cindy, who was just awakening, still under the blanket on the couch.

He sat down on the couch opposite where Cindy was as she got herself upright. Steven sat there hearing Cindy's story about her bag being stolen on the train.

I was brewing coffee for everyone when I looked over at the lounge and saw Cindy getting up to go to the toilet. As she stood up I noticed my short night-dress ride up her hips. Her pussy was in full view. I looked over at Steven who nearly fell off his seat. As I took the coffees over to them, Cindy got up to go to the bathroom. Steven was ogling at her naked butt, which the nighty hardly reached down to cover.

"You like what you see?" I teased him.

"Which guy wouldn't!" he answered defensively.

Steven was in his running shorts and was sporting an obvious hard on, pushing the material outwards like a tent. 

"I bet you want me to dress like this too" I let him know that I was aware of his erection as I brushed my palm against it on the outside of his pants, rubbing up against it a few times.

Cindy appeared at the end of the passage. 

"Remember our game last night. I am not letting off the hook. I will make my calls and then we will see to it that you get your business done" Cindy said as she walked back to the lounge. 

She was trying hard to pull the nighty to at least cover her front.

"Rachel, Do you mind if I take a quick shower, and if you have any clothes you think may fit me that I can borrow. I will wash them and have them back to you in a day?" Cindy asked.

Cindy turned around and went back to the bathroom for a shower, as I went through my bedroom robe looking for something that would fit a body size 12. 

"Give her something stretchy," Steven suggested. 

I took out a pair of short bike shorts and a spandex stretchy halter top and dropped it off in the bathroom.

Having Steven right next to me still aroused got my juices flowing. 

I heard the shower go on and I quickly knelt down on all fours, pulled Steven's shorts down and I started to suck his cock. I went up and down on him for a few minutes as I massaged his balls in the cup of my hand. He had his hands all over my breasts, caressing my hard and aroused nipples. The tap noise stopped. I couldn't leave Steven midway, so I continued giving him the blow job. I adjusted my pace and even hardened my gums to add friction as I slid up and down the ridge at the head of his penis. I felt the jump and was about to lift my head up but I was a bit late and I felt the warm cum spurt into my mouth. I felt agitated and frustrated as I too needed some sexual relief but would not be getting anything.

Steven pulled his shorts up and we went back to the lounge Cindy was wearing the clothes I gave her. The bike shorts were skin-tight on her butt, which actually was quite sexy. She great peach shaped butt cheeks which stood out and were round with a prominent deep crack between the cheeks, sucking in my spandex shorts. When she turned around I noticed how the material wedged its way into her pussy showing off a camel-toe. This was expected, as the shorts were a few sizes too small for her. Her voluptuous breasts were bursting at the seams of my halter. All in all she looked like a real slut. I would never go out dressed like this.

"How do I look?" she asked playfully.

"Steven don't answer as I know what a guys would say," I interrupted.

Steven had to go home to get dressed for work and Cindy was on the phone trying to get hold the train company to see if the bag was found and then a locksmith to break open the lock to her flat.

I got dressed in a pair of jeans and t -- shirt.

"I am all organised. My keys have been found but I cannot collect them until midday," Cindy announced as I walked back into the lounge.

""I hope you have not forgotten about your dare- those jeans are not the best thing to wear for that," Cindy reminded me.

"I am not sure about doing it. Its one thing when the train is empty and midnight, but in the daylight with a cabin full of people- I don't' think so." I responded assertively.

"Ok. I will change the dare but you need to see it through" Cindy replied.

"Come with me to my place, I will give you back your clothes and give you a new dare," Cindy suggested.

We collected the keys at the train station. They were found in the bag, but the wallet was taken. It was some adventure trailing around with Cindy. She got stares from every guy. She really did like the attention.

We then went to Cindy's place. As I sat down in her lounge, she disappeared down the hallway to change out of my clothes. She returned wearing a blue and white striped body hugging shirt and a white skirt. She handed me my bike pants and halter.

"I can wash these and get hem back to you later," Cindy offered. 

"No not necessary, I can do it too." I replied taking the clothes.

"I must confess something." Cindy went on.

"I came into your bedroom this morning to show you how I looked in your clothes, when I saw you going down on your boyfriend. I stood there watching as you gave him the BJ. You are good and you had me so turned on." Cindy continued.

"You really don't know where the limits are do you?" I responded angrily.

"You don't need to be so angry. I didn't know you were busy when I came in." Cindy explained.

"You do need to relax a bit. You are far too stressed!" Cindy continued.

"I got the best thing for you. There is a hot tub and sauna by the pool in my apartment block. It will be good for you. Come lets go. "

"In fact my dare is that you go nude. There is never anyone there anyway, so its an easy one. I will go nude too so you don't feel alone." 

We went down the lift to the pool level. Cindy used her key to get us in. She pushed the on button for the spa jets. Cindy then stripped out of her skirt and top and undid her bra and pulled her white thong panties off her long legs and climbed into the tub. 

I followed suite. I stripped out of all my clothes, but just couldn't pull my panties off so I hopped in to the water still wearing my sheer white satin bikini briefs.

"Ok. I have achieved my dare!" I said proudly.

"Well, its not really a dare when there is nobody around, besides you are still not nude." Cindy replied.

"I want you to wait for at least one guy to come into the hot tub and then you have to get out nude and walk across to your towel." 

Nobody came in, but I did enjoy the bubbles and the jets massaging me.

"You should sit on your knees facing the side and let the jets massage your clit. Its sensational" Cindy burst out with another one of her surprise comments as she went on to demonstrate for me.

It was surreal. I was sitting nude in a hot tub as a strange girl sat across from me masturbating. She was getting quickly aroused. I only saw her butt but I noticed her lifting her hands to touch her own breasts. 

She began to gyrate her pelvis into the stream of water gushing out of the jet fitted to the wall of the tub. I saw the water splashing against her torso and as she lifted herself a bit higher I saw her clit flickering in the stream.

I couldn't believe I was even accompanying such a strange person. She was the exact opposite of me. I was a natural prude or maybe better described as very shy and introverted and here I was befriending a loud, extroverted, exhibitionistic sex maniac.

The truth was that I was feeling way too frustrated sexually, probably the events of the morning were not assisting me. I just wanted to creep deep into my shell, find a very private little toilet cubicle and as I always do in the way I like to use my finger to relieve my tension quietly.

I moved my butt to the side and a strong water jet was aimed through my butt cheeks. I rotated my hips slightly and the jet stream was focussed on the back of my pussy. It was quite strong and after a few seconds I felt very aroused. Just then the door opened to the indoor pool and in walks a guy. He had short brown hair, was quite athletic and dressed in a speedo to do laps up and down the pool.

I quickly dropped lower into the hot tub hide my naked breasts under the bubbles. 

Cindy just turned around with her big breasts showing not a care in the world and greeted the guy.

"Ok, Rachel, the time for your dare is coming up soon. You need to take a walk across to the towels."

I looked towards the bench where our towels lay. It was at the other side of the pool, probably 30 metres away. I looked at the pool and the guy was swimming laps. 

"He wouldn't even notice me" I thought to myself as I gathered my wits and courage and stepped out of the pool. 

The guy continued his laps. I am not sure he even noticed me. As I felt the cold air brush against my body the feeling of butterflies inside me was quiet intense. I was as so nervous. It felt as if I could feel my skin tingling. I looked down at the wet brown curls of my pussy showing through my now totally transparent white panties, and then at my feet as they walked tile by tile. It felt like the other end of the pool was a mile away. I was so self absorbed in my own created fear that I couldn't really feel much else. Eventually I got to the bench and I grabbed my white towel and pulled it across my breasts and hips covering myself.

The feeling of parading nude caused an immense flood of hormones course through my body. I now felt hot and sweaty and turned on like a jet engine humming at the runway threshold just waiting to take off. My nipples were hard and stood out erect. 

Cindy clapped from the hot tub. She then climbed out of the hot tub to come and join me. As she did the nude walk the guy had finished his laps and just watched from the pool ogling every bit of her body. I stood there watching him watching her. I felt jealous. I cannot explain why. It was not rational. I suppose deep inside me there is some strange desire to be watched to be look over to be desired by a stranger or maybe it is just the satisfaction that I have let go of my barriers, done something so unnatural to me, of just enjoyed the experience of being dirty and slutty for once, without a care and worry.

However much I now wanted the attention I missed out on, at the time I was scared of getting it. I don't know. I cannot explain the deep psychology of it all.

He got out of the pool. He was wearing a black speedo and he took his towel and went to the sauna.

We both followed after him into the sauna. I felt I still had a job undone. As we sat down with our towels around us, covering our breasts like a boob tube and our bodies like a skirt the swimmer sat on the opposite bench. I could not hold in my intention anymore. This was my one and only time I can pull it off so I stood up, pulled my towel off me, laid it on the timber sauna bench and I sat down on it. I then pulled off my soaking wet panties and I sat cross-legged and straightened my spine. II was totally naked and I knew my pussy was in full view this way, but I just did it. 

The guy looked straight down at my pussy. I felt my whole body respond. I was so horny and wet. I even felt some trickles of wetness run along down my inner thighs. I looked down at myself still not believing I was actually doing this. My clit was swollen and stood out like a long pink fleshy pole. It was almost like I was having an erection. It so yearned to be touched. I resisted my natural instinct to cover up or pull my legs to hide my jewels. I just let my knees hang low and I let my pelvis sit rotated up. This time it was going to be in full view. I was going to be on show.

The guy was in shock. He looked on at me. It was clear I was aroused and I stopped wanting to hide it. My nipples had the hardest erection I have ever felt. They stood out at least half an inch. They too wanted so badly to be touched and stroked and caressed. It was a struggle to keep my fingers on my knees and not let them be drawn by the magnetic force pulling at them towards my aching groin.

Cindy too was now looking at me. She was still in her towel, probably a bit shell shocked by my move.

The sauna was getting hot and sweat beads were running down my breasts and down my stomach. 

The guy had closed his knees tightly. I noticed that he had a hard on poking out at the top of his speedo, like a rocket ready for launch. 

Suddenly the all to quiet Cindy came back to life.

"Hey Mr. you can't just sit here enjoying the view without participating!" she shouted at him.

He was no older than us. He never said a word.

Cindy then stood up form the bench, her towel falling to the side and she stood in front of him and pulled his knees apart.




Going Commando Dare



"Let us see if we have made you excited?" she said.

He had a raging hard on and it stretched out his swimsuit. It was sexy to see the spandex material encase his long pole. Before he could answer, Cindy started shouting out instructions to him. I think he was afraid of her.

"Get up and turn around I want to show you what happens to naughty boys!" she went on.

He stood up, but was moving towards the sauna door to leave us mad women.

As he stood facing the door, Cindy grabbed the back of his speedo and pulled it down his butt and pulled him back in. She then pushed him down on the bench with his naked butt facing us.

"Don't resist as I am a girl that always gets my way." she said to him.

The guy was way to shy to open his mouth but it looked like he was going to stay for the game.

"Hey Rachel Lets show this boy what happens when you perv at a young lady!" 

Cindy pulled his speedo down his butt and off his legs. I sat there looking over this. He had a gorgeous round hard butt with light hair all over it, getting bushier through his crack. He was lying down with his chest forward on the bench and his butt sticking out at us, as if he was about to be whipped. Cindy touched his butt and spanked it a few times gently with her outstretched flat palm.

"Rachel get up and help me. Grab hold of his cock, lets see if he is a man or a boy."

I obeyed her instruction and stood up. I put my hand in between his now open legs from behind and I reached under his butt, brushing against his big hairy balls and grabbed his hard penis in my hand and I rubbed it firmly up and down a few times. At the head of his penis it was wet with pre-cum spit, which went all over my hand. 

I felt it throb in my hand as I held on to it. I fantasised about it being rammed in and out of my soaking wet pussy. 

Cindy then traced her fingers up and down his butt, squeezing his butt cheeks tightly with her hands. 

"Turn over!" she instructed him. I let go of his penis and he turned around and sat with his legs hanging over the bench.

"Lift your legs up on the bench and open them!" She instructed him

She sat with her knees on the lower bench and put herself between his parted legs as she faced him and bent down into his crotch and started to lick his balls. He put his hands on her big breasts and caressed them and squeezed them. I was standing on the side and my nipples too wanted to be touched. I too needed some urgent sexual attention. Rachel was licking away now on his hard on and then suddenly out of nowhere just stood upright.

"Rachel it is your chance now." Cindy said as she stood up. I didn't think twice. I positioned myself between his legs and I put his cock into my mouth and started to go up and down. My eyes were closed. 

I felt hands brush against my breasts, teasing them, slowly gliding across my nipples again and again sending shudders of electrical impulses through my body. I was like a live wire. I could not help letting out an audible deep moan from the intense sensation. I was breathing deeply, my heart racing like mad. I then realised that it was Cindy's fingers caressing my breasts from behind. I then felt a really hot and wet spot on my butt. She was gyrating her pussy against me. I stood up to catch my breath.

Cindy pulled me to lie on the bench facing upwards. She parted my legs and she lay on top of me the reverse way round. I think they call it the 69 position. She started to suck up and down the length of my engorged clit, but she did it gently and sensually. Her butt cheeks were just above my face. I put my hands over them and pulled her in closer to my face until her pussy was just above my mouth. I licked it and tasted her salty juices coming out of it. It tasted like a mix between salty sweat and bittery sweet musky something. I had never done this before, and although the smell was a bit unfamiliar and the feeling of my lips and tongue caressing soft wet folds with whitish substance oozing out of it was new to me, I was turned on more than any other time in my life and I just wanted it to keep on going. I put her folds between my lips biting onto it and taking in her juices to mix with those in my mouth. She was gyrating and moaning loudly enjoying my advances. I so wanted a good old fuck in my cunt, deep and hard. Where was that guy? Why did he not do anything to me? I wished for something. 

Cindy put a finger into my pussy and I felt my first wave of orgasm. I turned my face to the side and the guy was furiously wanking himself. 

I had to take my tongue out of her wetness as I couldn't focus on her as she slowly sent me into a world of floaty new sensations of delight wave by wave. I just let it go and moaned with each new peak. I held the guys balls and massaged them tightly with my one hand as he was pulling his hand up and down his cock furiously. Cindy had three fingers going in and out of my pussy at one hell of a speed, touching my inner g-spots, pressing all my buttons of pleasure and sending me into another world. With my other hand I massaged her nipples between my fingers as I succumbed to the final sensations of relief.

I then felt his cock jump again and again and it shot his cum up into the air and landed on my face. I smelt it. Some of it landed on my eyes so I rubbed it away. 

I was melting away in my fourth or fifth orgasm. Cindy retreated upwards. 

I now inserted my fingers into her wetness and touched her hot spot. She came instantly screaming and holding my head tightly as she arched her body backwards.

We were sweated out and held each other in a tight embrace, with our legs around each other and our bosoms touching.

The guy had left the sauna.

I had a huge smile cheek to cheek. 

We are still friends today and have had more adventures together.

I would love to hear from other girls who have gone commando and their experience. I do it often now, always when wearing my gym tights but also with a short mini-skirt. 



Going Dancing



The line outside the club was insane. People packed the sidewalk so tightly Connie could barely breathe. She now understood the cliché "crammed in like sardines". 

The people in the crowd shifted impatiently, waiting for the doors to open. The club was new, and had been promoted as the best dance club in the city. The owners had snagged one of the hottest local bands for their opening night, as well as a DJ they'd hired away from the previous "best club in the city". From the size of the crowd, everyone in this part of the state wanted to see if the new club could live up to its hype.

In the two hours that she'd been standing there, Connie had been bumped or jostled many times. It was impossible to avoid with this many people standing around. So when she felt something touch her leg, she thought nothing of it at first. Until the something moved up her leg and under the hem of her mid-thigh-length skirt.

She tried to turn to see who was touching her. "Shh," a deep male voice said. "Let me. You're fucking hot, and it'll be a good way to pass the time."

He couldn't mean... Connie was unable to finish the thought as the man's hand made its way between her legs. Her bare pussy moistened, and with no panties, she had no way to hide it from the man. "You're turned on by this, aren't you," he said into her ear.

"Yes," Connie admitted.

"So am I." He pushed her skirt up to her hips. "When I bend you forward, don't resist it. I won't let you fall."

Connie obediently bent when he pushed on her back. His hands on her waist stabilized her as she felt his cock slip between her legs and into her wet cunt. She was letting a total stranger fuck her where dozens of people could see. What the hell was she thinking? But even though part of her was horrified that she was allowing this, a larger part was turned on. Her pussy was dripping, and the excitement of public sex was so much that she came almost instantly.

"You like this, don't you," the man said. "You're a hot little slut."

"Yes. Yes!"

A few heads turned in their direction, but Connie didn't care. She was focused only on the pleasure of being fucked; it had been over a month since the last time, and her body craved the sensation of the man's cock shoving in and out of her pussy. 

He fucked her through another orgasm, then withdrew. Connie whimpered in disappointment. "The line's moving," the man said. "And I don't want to come in you. Not yet, anyway. I'll see you inside." He walked off through the crowd, leaving Connie standing there with her cunt and ass exposed to everyone.

As he had said, the line had begun to move. Connie hastily adjusted her skirt, trying to hide the flush in her face from the other waiting patrons. A few of them looked at her with grins and winks; Connie looked away. Now that the fuck was over, she couldn't believe how she'd behaved. She should have had more control of herself.

It seemed to take hours, but finally Connie made it inside the club. The place was decorated in neon and silver, with small tables scattered around the perimeter of the dance floor and a bar near the door. Connie made her way toward an empty table, but a trio of college-age bleached-blondes cut her off and took the table instead. "Oh, were you going to sit here?" one of them asked.

"Never mind," Connie said.

"Thought so." The girls snickered.

Connie went to the bar instead and found a vacant stool. Of course, she knew she would lose it as soon as she stood up to dance, but first things first. "Strawberry daiquiri, please," she told the bartender. She didn't drink often, but she needed something to help her cope with what she had done outside.

The music was loud, but not unpleasantly so, and gradually the dance floor filled. Connie scanned the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of the man who had fucked her, though she'd barely seen him outside and probably wouldn't have recognized him if he'd stood in front of her. The thought both scared and titillated Connie. She had fucked a man she wouldn't know if she was right beside him. So out of character for her, but it had felt so good.

After she finished her daiquiri, Connie slid from the stool and ventured onto the dance floor. It was packed, almost as much as the sidewalk outside had been, but there was enough room to let her body move to the music. 

Soon she felt someone's arms come around her from behind. "Who do you think you are?" she demanded, struggling to break free. "Let go!"

"Calm down." The voice was instantly recognizable; it was the man from outside. "I thought we could dance together, since in a way we already have."

Connie turned in his arms. The man was slightly taller than her own five foot seven, with piercing blue eyes and sandy blond hair. Connie opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed his lips against hers. His tongue penetrated her mouth, and for a moment they were lost in the kiss. Then Connie pulled back. "I don't even know your name," she said.

"Do you need to?"

"You fucked me outside, you're kissing me now. It would be nice to know who you are."

"Maybe before we leave, I'll tell you." He let go of her, only to bring his hands up to cover her breasts. "For now, let's just enjoy each other."

"What are you doing?" 

"Enjoying you." 

Enjoying fondling her in the middle of a huge crowd. Connie grasped his wrists. "You can't do this here."

"Darling, I fucked you outdoors on a sidewalk surrounded by people," he pointed out. "Compared to that, playing with your gorgeous tits is nothing. Of course, if you really want me to stop, I will." He took his hands away. "Happy?"

Yes and no. Connie wanted his hands on her again, even though she was horrified at the thought. Instead of answering, she resumed moving to the music. "Dance with me."

"Are you sure you aren't worried about people seeing us?" he teased.

"Dance with me," Connie repeated.

She pulled his arms around her and they swayed to the music, not exactly dancing but still setting a rhythm. After a moment, he began moving his hands up and down her body. Connie felt a rush of wetness between her legs. "If you keep doing that, we'll end up the way we were outside," she said.

"That's the idea." He rubbed one hand against the front of her skirt. "I'm planning to fuck you right here."

"In the middle of the dance floor?"

"Think anyone will notice?" With his other hand, he pushed her shirt up over her breasts. Connie frantically tried to pull it back down, but he held it in place. "No one's even looking," he said. "What are you afraid of?"

"Being arrested for public indecency."

"Never happen, not here. If anyone sees, they'll probably want to join in. As long as the bouncers don't catch us, you'll be fine. And they might not even care." He squeezed one of her nipples, and Connie moaned. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked.

"N- no." Her body was responding too strongly for her to want him to stop. Standing in the middle of a crowded dance floor with her breasts exposed wasn't something she would normally do, but she didn't know anyone here, and it didn't matter what any of the bystanders thought. Whoever this man was, he was getting to her in a big way.

He raised her skirt, revealing her pussy and ass once again to anyone who cared to look. Some of the dancers nearby were looking now, with varying degrees of excitement and disapproval in their eyes. Connie closed her eyes and tried to make herself forget that she was being watched, tried to concentrate only on the sensations the man's touch sent through her. 

Sensations which intensified when he thrust two fingers inside her. Every nerve in Connie's body felt like it was on fire, and the pressure he put on her g-spot sent her spiraling into such a hard orgasm she had to bite her hand to keep from screaming. She had barely come down from it when he let go of her for a moment, then lifted her. "Wrap your legs around me," he ordered. "And hold on."

"What are you doing?" 

In answer, he put his freed cock against her opening and thrust. This time, Connie was unable to stay quiet as he filled her. "Oh, fuck!"

"You enjoy this, don't you," he said. "Better be careful. People are looking at us."

"I don't care!" 

She did care, but with her legs and arms wrapped around the man as he fucked her, the knowledge that others were watching only made Connie more aroused. Her pussy felt so wet she was surprised it didn't drip onto the dance floor, and in this position the friction against her clit as the man moved her up and down on his cock brought another orgasm quickly crashing over her. "So fucking hot," the man said. "I can feel your cunt gripping my cock. You really get off on fucking a strange man in front of other people, huh?"

"I've never done anything like this before."

"Well, I bet it won't be the last time you do." His breathing and pace both quickened. "I'm going to come. Do you want it in your cunt or your mouth?"

"I..." How could she make a decision like that? In her mouth would be safer, but she didn't want his cock to leave her pussy.

"Tell me now, or it's going to be in your cunt. It feels too good for me to hold back."

"Then do it!"

"Don't say I didn't warn you." He thrust again, then shuddered and was still.

For a moment, he held her. Then slowly he lowered her to the floor. "That was incredible," he said. "Thank you."

"Thank you." Connie took a deep breath. "I..."

"You don't have to say anything." He kissed her. "Thanks for the dance. Enjoy your night." Without another word, he made his way off through the crowd, leaving Connie staring after him even when he was out of sight. 



Going Deep



Ryan Grant was nearly finished with the neighborhoods he had been given in the yearly fundraiser. The seniors on the Middleton Bison football sqad were required to go door-to-door to sell Varsity Cards which provided discounts to local stores and restaurants. Ryan was the first team QB, so he was able to swing the assignment to one of the more affluent subdivisions in an upper-middle class town that not lacking much of anything; good businesses, families and schools made Middleton an attractive suburb.

 As Ryan walked up the cul-de-sac, he recognized the Boehmon home. Jake Boehmon was a junior safety on the squad, a big muscular kid who had every chance to start that fall for a team that had made the D1 playoffs the last three years. But Ryan wasn't thinking about Jake as he rang the doorbell to the large, two-story modern brick home. He was thinking about Jake's mother, Randi Boehmon. Mrs. Boehmon always seemed to find her way to the top of the MILF list that Ryan and his friends would put together from time-to-time. Although in her mid-forties, with two children in school, she was a stunning woman, with long blonde hair and stiking blue eyes. A petite woman, Randi was not busty but kept herself in great shape with a tiny waist and slender legs. Over the last few years, Ryan thought he had noticed a change in her appearance when he would see her at school functions or at Mass. Her hair had gotten much more blonde and she seemed to wear more make-up and dress a little sexier than the other moms. 

 Ryan got plenty attention from the girls at school. He was 6'2' with the lean angular build of an athlete, his brown hair was long, just past his shoulders, and his face, although clearly masculine, had some feminine features that drove the girls wild.

 After ringing the doorbell, Ryan waited for a moment then the intercom came to life.

 "Yes?" a voice inquired. His breath caught when he recognized it belonging to Mrs. Boehmon.

 "Umm . . . Hi . . . Mrs. Boehmon. It's Ryan Grant from the football team."

 "Oh . . .Right." she answered "Come on in, the door's open. I'm on the back porch."

 Ryan let himself in and could see through the hallway and spacious living room to the outside deck. Mrs. Boehmon was standing outside and she waved him back.

 Randi Boehmon was dressed in a tight, black short-sleeved button-down blouse that allowed a thin strip of her tight tummy to show above her tight jeans. She wore some peak-a-boo sandals with four-inch heels, her toenails recently done in blood red.

 She greeted Ryan and took a seat in a deck chair, her legs crossed sexily, her tiny foot in the air. Ryan noticed a wineglass and a pack of Virginia Slims Menthol 120's on the glass table in front of her. The deck looked out over a small wooded lot that provided a sense of privacy.

 "Ryan!" Randi said brightly with a smile speading across her beautiful features, "What brings you here? Jake is at his sister's soccer camp with his dad if you are looking for him."

 Ryan felt a little flustered as he stared into the older woman's deep blue eyes. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and her lips glistened with a pink shade of lip gloss.

 "Ahhh . . . No Ma'am . . .I wasn't looking for Jake. I'm selling these Varsity cards for the football team and I was given your neighborhood. They are only $20."

 Ryan felt that he had stammered through his sales pitch and he could have sworn that Mrs. Boehmon had given him a slow, once over with her gorgeous eyes.

 "Oh . . . Please. Sit down. Tell me a little more about what you have to offer!" she replied.

 Ryan felt his heart beating as he sat on a chaise facing Randi. He thought he had caught a hint of flirtatiousness in her voice, but convinced himself he was being stupid.

 Randi flipped the top of the hard-pack and slowly removed one of the long, white cigarettes bringing it to her lips. Cupping a tiny gold lighter in her hands, she lit the cigarette and drew deeply, exhaling a thin stream in Ryan's direction, before propping her elbow on the arm of the deck chair, a killer smile forming on her luscious lips.

 Randi seemed to have a thing for football players. Her first lover, Marcus, and her longtime boyfriend, Steve, had played in college. She loved their firm, muscular bodies, tight abs and taut butts. When she attended one of her son's school functions she couldn't help but check out the younger talent. Obviously, Ryan Grant had caught her eye on more than one occasion.

 Ryan spent the next few moments explaining the card and where it could be used. Randi watched the boy intently, her eyes darting from the smooth features of his face to his sensuous lips and long eyelashes, and then down to his fat crotch pushing against his jeans. When he was finished, Randi tapped an ash and took another slow drag on her cigarette before standing.

 "OK! You sold me sweetie!" she winked at the young man. "C'mon inside and let me get my purse."

 Ryan stood and followed Randi back into the house, unable to take his eyes off her tight, little ass, loving the way she moved on her high heels. Randi glanced briefly over her shoulder to find Ryan checking her out and smiled to herself. "This was going to be easy!" she thought.

THE GAME

 Randi grabbed a twenty out of her purse and walked slowly and seductively towards Ryan, stopping so close that her perky breats almost rubbed against him. Even in her heels, the tiny MILF was quite a bit shorter than the young quarterback.

 Looking up into his eyes, she held the bill out for him, but when he reached for it, she pulled it quickly back, a playful smile on her lips. 

 "Not so fast. You have to do something for me first!" she purred.

 "Sure. What's that?" Ryan responded, his pulse quickening.

 "Kiss me." Randi stated matter-of-factly.

 Ryan took a deep breath, his mind racing. Was she fucking serious!? Did Mrs. Boehmon just ask him to kiss her?!!

 "Umm . . . Kiss you? . . .I mean . . . Are your sure . . ."

 "You don't want to kiss me?" Randi pouted in mock suprise.

 "No . . . I mean . . . Yeah sure . . . but what about your husband?"

 Randi reached up and slowly pulled the young man down to her, mouth open expectantly. "Like I said earlier . . . He's not here!"

 With that she kissed him, her warm, wet tongue probing the young man's mouth. Ryan could taste the wine on her wetly shining lips and he pulled the MILF tightly against his body. The two kissed passionately for a few moments, their mouths opening and closing in unision, their lips smacking. Randi's hand crept lower and slid between their bodies where she found the shaft of his young, hard cock pushing tightly against his jeans.

 Pulling away from the young man, Randi stroked him slowly on the outside of his pants. Looking hotly into his eyes, she asked:

 "Do you want some?"

 Ryan, still not quite believing that the sexy mother of his teammate was seducing him replied: "Umm . . . Do I want some what?"

 Randi unzipped his jeans and slowly lowered his zipper. She slid her hand inside his boxers and began to fondle his cock.

 "Pussy . . . Do you want some pussy?!!"

 She pulled Ryan back down to her eager lips, her tongue dueling with his as she began to stroke his hard shaft. Randi was pleased to discover that he was hung handsomely as she worked his pants down over his ass. As they continued to kiss, Randi slowly unbuttoned his flannel shirt, running her hand down his smooth chest. Randi kissed and licked down his neck, stopping to briefly suck one of his nipples into her luscious mouth, causing it to stiffen.

 Randi knelt and pulled his jeans to the floor looking lovingly at the stiff cock she held in her hands. She gently kissed its swollen head and tilted it upwards, licking slowly down the shaft to his ball sack. The older woman began sucking one of Ryan's nuts as she continued to stroke him, his eyes drawn to the large diamonds in her wedding band that was moving slowly up and down his thick shaft.

 When Randi stopped sucking his balls, she looked up sexily from her knees, her eyes cooly locked onto Ryan's, and dropping her jaw, slowly slid her lips over his straining cock. The MILF's head began bobbing a steady rhythm , slowly picking up speed. As she sucked him, Randi would turn her head slighlty, causing a twisting motion that sent incredible sensations pulsing through the young QB's body. Ryan had been blown by a few of his high school girlfriends, but it was usually over quickly. He had never had anyone expend the time and effort Randi was showing as she sucked his cock. A low moan rose to his ears and it was as if Mrs. Boehmon was savoring the taste of him. Her mouth felt so incredilbe, he didn't know how long he would last.

 Randi pulled her lips of his cock with a loud pop and looked up at Ryan. Smiling lewdly, she ran the flat of her tongue against the sensitive underside of his dick.

 "What a nice young cock you have. I love young cock!!!" she purred excitedly before sliding him back through her pouty lips. Placing her hands on his muscular thighs, Randi began to furiously fuck his cock with her mouth, Ryan now holding her head. Randi felt his cock stiffen and heard Ryan cry out.

 "AAAhhhhhh . . . Shit!! Mrs. Boehmon!! You're gonna make me cumm!! AAAAAAAhhhhh!! FUCK!!!

 Randi withdrew her mouth and holding her thick shaft in both hands, rapidly flicked her tongue over the tip of his bulbous head. When the first jet of his spunk shot out, she took just the head of his cock back into her mouth, sucking hard, and continued to jack him, eagerly swallowing rope after rope of his sticky jism. She continued to blow him as his orgasm waned, her blue eyes flashing up at the young man who was breathing heavily.

 Moments later, she gently kissed the the head of his now flaccid cock before getting to her feet, her eyes smoldering.

 "I know you're not finished. Be a dear and pour me some more wine and bring it up to my bedroom. The bottles on the countertop. There is beer in the fridge if you want one."

 Randi ran her finger lightly down Ryan's jawline to his chin before walking towards the stairs. Ryan could not take his eyes off the lovely soccer mom as she walked upstairs. Looking down at his from the landing, she smiled back cooly as she started to unbutton her blouse before disappearing down the hallway.

 Ryan poured the wine and grabbed a beer and headed upstairs. The first bedroom to the right was a very large master suite with a wrought-iron king size bed. Ryan walked slowly into the marital bedroom and began to look around. A light was showing beneath the door he was guessing led to the bathroom and he heard water running in the sink. Ryan saw a huge leather chair and ottoman in one corner and a small wet bar abutted the built-in entertainment center housing a 50 inch flat screen TV.

 On the harvest table beneath a decorative mirror, Ryan saw numerous pictures of the Boehmon family; he saw what appeared to be Mr. and Mrs. Boehmon's wedding photo and other pictures from their children's early days to the present.

 Ryan put Randi's wineglass on the bedside table and slipped out of his shoes, lying on the bed against the headboard. He took a hit out of the beer bottle and settled back, still not quite believing what had just transpired.

 Several minutes later, the bathroom door open and Randi walked out. Her long hair was down, flattened with a heating iron, and she had applied a thick smoky make-up around her eyes. Her lips shone brightly in a cinnamon tone and she was wearing a short, silk gold robe with leopard print high heeled bedroom slippers tipped with black fur. Ryan felt his mouth drop as he looked upon his teammate's mother, looking hotter than he ever could have imagined.

 Randi walked slowly over to Ryan and took a seat on the side of the bed. She picked up the wineglass and took a sip, her eyes trained on the young man lying on the bed she shared with her husband.

 "MMMMmmmmm!. . .Thank you dear! I really needed that!" she said placing the wineglass back on the table and turning towards Ryan. Her hands slid gently up and down his thighs as she smiled.

 "Why don't you take off your shirt." she suggested. Ryan quickly complied and thinking to himself "What the hell!" , stood and unzipped his jeans laying back on the bed wearing only his boxers.

 Randi smiled in amused appreciation "Now that is better. Don't you think?"

 Leaning into him she tiltled her head to one side and kissed him, her tongue darting quickly into his mouth. As they kissed, Randi began to rub his cock through his shorts and Ryan reached up to cup one of her perky breasts. Randi pulled herself away from his lips and asked "Have you ever eaten a pussy?" To emphasize, she slowly slid the bottom of her robe up her slender thighs to reveal her completely shaven slit. She took Ryan's hand and guided it between her legs which she had spread apart, his fingers passing between her already wet lips.

 In response, Ryan slowly shook his head "no "and Randi smiled lewdly. "Good . . .I wanted to be your first!" She stood and undid the sash of her robe and pushed it back off her shoulders allowing it to pool at her feet. Wearing only her high-heeled slippers, she got back on the edge of the bed and had Ryan kneel on the floor between her outstretched legs.

 When Ryan tried to move quickly to her pussy, Randi stopped him. "Whoa . . . whoa Baby. Take your time! A woman wants to be teased a little before you jump right to it. Start on the back of my knee . . . lick it lightly. Yeah. That's it! That feels wonderful . . . Now. Work your way slowly up the inside of my leg . . ."

 Randi guided the young man through the proper way to eat pussy and found him to be a very quick study. Soon, his face was buried between her legs and he was lapping up her juices, teasing her swollen clit with his tongue. Randi laid back across the bed with her legs over his broad shoulder, his face squeezed tigthly between her taut thighs. Her hands were on the back of his head and she pulled him hard against her pussy, rolling her hips vigorously in a circular motion. She began to moan louder and louder and she ground herself against the young boy's face, his mouth and tongue bringing her rapidly to the brink.

 "AAAAAHHHHH . . . SHIT . . . That feels so fucking good Baby! Eat my pussy ,Baby!! Suck that pussy!! . . . SHIT!! EAT MY FUCKING PPPUUUSSSSYYY!!!!"

 Her voice rose as her orgasm crashed through her body, Her heels beat frantically against his back and one of her slippers flew off her foot. Randi's head thrashed back and forth on the bed as she came, nearly smothering the young man pinned between her thighs. Her body spasmed several times and then went competely slack, leaving her gasping for air, Ryan happily lapping up her pussy juice.

 As Randi caught her breath, Ryan stood and stepped out of his boxers, his thick cock bouncing in front of him. Randi eagerly scooted towards the center of the bed as Ryan knelt between her outstretched legs. Randi reached out and grabbed his shaft and guided it toward her still wet and pulsating love tunnel. The engorged head of Ryan's cock pushed easily into her pussy and the young QB began to lustily pump his hard meat deep into the older woman. Randi briefly thought about getting him to slow down, but she knew he was so excited it would be fruitless to try. Realizing there would be time later for some instruction on how she liked to be fucked, Randi gave in to her passion, driving her hips off the bed to meet his anxious thrusts. Her legs wrapped behind his calf muscles and her french-manicured hands firmly gripped the thick muscles behind his arms. Randi felt her breasts bounce with each hard thrust and her nipples rubbed deliciously against his smooth chest.

 Ryan drove his thick shaft ruthlessly into his teammate's mother's faithless cunt. Randi moaned softly and pulled his face down to hers, his tongue darting past her wetly shining lips. As they kissed, Ryan fucked her even faster and he felt the lovely MILF's body begin to stiffen aginst him, the sound of his cock smacking wetly into her steaming, hot pussy, the tell-tale creak of the bed frame mixing erotically with the older woman's moans.

 Ryan pulled his lips from hers, and Randi slid her arms under his, now grabbing the back of his shoulders. Her eyes were squeezed shut and her breathing was ragged.

  "Oh . . . Baby! You have no idea how bad I need this!! Shit!! That's it Baby!! That's it! You're gonna make me cum again!! Your cock feels so fucking good!!! Pound my pussy Baby!!! Keep pounding that pussy!!!

 Randi felt the young man stiffen inside her and knew that he was close as well. Rolling her hip against he young man, Randi groaned loudly and spat:

 "Fuck me Baby!! Keep fucking my pussy!!!! Harder Baby! I need you to fuck me HARDER!! OHH GAWWWWDDD!!! YYYYYYEEEESSSS FUCK YYYEESSS!!!"     Randi felt her body begin to shudder as Ryan's cock brought her to second explosive orgasm. As she started to cum, she felt the first rope of Ryan's jizz rip into her pussy as his body went completely rigid.

"Ohhh . . . Mrs. Boehmon . . . Shit!! I'm cumming Mrs. Boehmon!! I'm cumming in your pussy! Ahh . . . FUCK . . . MRS. BOEHMON!!!!"

 Randi smiled contentedly as her son's teammate filled her pussy full of his warm seed, her own orgasm continuing to pulse through her body. Ryan leaned down to kiss her softly, his cock jerking several more times before finding itself spent.

 Randi's breasts squeezed between them as they gently kissed, their tongues swirling around each other, their hearts racing. Ryan looked down on the sexy soccer mom, her beautiful blue eyes flahing through her slutty make-up, a sexy smile forming on her face. 

 "MMMMmmm . . .Baby! That was wonderful" she purred. "God I love young cock!!" she kissed him hard in emphasis.

  Ryan rolled off his teammate's mother and sat up against the headboard. Randi sat up as well, pulling the sheets up over her breasts in a an odd show of modesty given the fucking she had just provided the young man. Ryan handed Randi her wineglass and she took a grateful sip. After a few very short moments, Randi reached across Ryan and put her wineglass on the bedside table. Leaning in, she kissed him deeply then whispered hotly in his ear, her hand already stroking his stiffening cock:

  "Do you want to fuck me some more?"

  Ryan rolled her over on her back in response, his hand moving slowly up her thigh. Randi smiled as she sucked the tongue that had been thrust between her wetly shining lips, her hands sliding down to cradle the sides of his face. She knew she was in for a long afternoon of cock and her pussy was wet in anticipation.

  Randi screwed the young man in a variety of positons in both the bedroom and the master bath. She fixed fruit which they fed to each other while lying naked in the bed that she would share with her husband later that night. Later, almost sheepishly, Randi showed Ryan the porno her husband had suprised her with a few months earlier. It was an amateur tape he had found on-line that showed a stunning woman in her forties, with long auburn hair and large augmented breasts who had a thing for incredibly sexy shoes and young, muscular black men.

 Ryan had his arm around Randi as they sat up in bed and watched the video. She slowly stroked his hard cock, her eyes glued to the TV screen. When Ryan shifted and slid his hand up between her shapely legs, Randi spread them quickly to allow him easy access. Ryan was not at all suprised to find her pussy soaking wet and after a few moments of his attention, Randi moved to the foot of the bed on all fours, looking back longingly over her shoulder as Ryan moved swiftly behind her upraised ass. He slowly entered her from behind and started a slow, steady rhythm that soon had Randi's groans mixing with those coming through the TV's sound system.




Going Deep



Dr. Derek Evans sat back and watched his patient's chest rise and fall with deep, even breaths. Her eyes moved rapidly beneath closed lids. Parted lips were indicative of a relaxed jaw. Long legs and arms were stretched out, resting comfortably. Dr. Evans took a sip of water and prepared to steer them into unfamiliar territory.

"Ok, Miranda," he began in a soothing voice, "you are completely relaxed. You have now focused on and relaxed every muscle in your face and scalp... neck and shoulders... chest, arms, abdomen... hips and legs. Your entire body feels weightless. Are you ready to proceed?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Very good." Dr. Evans sat forward, the better to see his subject. "Now, as we've been discussing the past few weeks, we are going to go back in time to the evening of your twenty-fifth birthday. I will be here to guide you along. Okay?"

"Yes," she whispered again, barely audibly.

"Very well. I will count from five down to one, during which time you will become even more deeply relaxed, and at the count of one, you will find yourself back on the evening of your twenty-fifth birthday, prior to the party." He made a quick check of her eyes and hands to determine the depth of her trance. Pleased with what he saw, Dr. Evans continued, "Five... More deeply relaxed with each exhaled breath. Four... Moving back through time, through the years. Three... Back to your twenty-fifth birthday. Two... More and more relaxed. One. It is now the evening of your twenty-fifth birthday. Describe what you see."

Miranda's chest swelled as she took a deep breath. Dr. Evans felt a stirring response in his pants. 

"Andrew." Her voice was softer than usual. Breathy. "He's putting out bowls of snacks and setting up the bar. He sent me back to the bedroom to change. He doesn't like the jeans I'm wearing. He is telling me to wear a short black dress."

"Ok, good. Let's move along to when the party gets going. I'll count to three then you'll be there. One... Two... Three. Ok, now, the party is in full force. What do you see?" 

"A few guys from Andrew's office, one of his old fraternity brothers," she answered slowly. "They're standing around a beer keg, laughing."

"Very good, Miranda. What happens now?" Dr. Evans already knew what was going to happen. He and Miranda had been over it ad infinitum. His Dockers were beginning to tent in anticipation and he cursed himself for being a fucking pervert. 

"They're drunk," she whispered. He had to strain to hear her, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt and ask her to speak more loudly. She continued, "Allison and Bobby went home and there are no other girls here besides me. Andrew is trying to show me off, but I keep stopping him."

"What is he doing? How is he showing you off?" Dr. Evans licked dry lips and reminded himself of the number of years he spent in school and the amount of money he still owed for student loans fifteen years later.

"He keeps pulling my skirt up in front of his friends... He's saying, 'Look at this... pussy!' Oh God!" She started to breathe very rapidly.

Dr. Evans interrupted in a calming tone, "You're ok, Miranda. It's all in the past. Remember that I'm here with you now. This time, your twenty-fifth birthday will be different. We're creating a new memory. Now, when you feel my hand on your shoulder, you will once again be fully and completely relaxed." He leaned over and put firm pressure on her shoulder for a moment, seeing her body go limp almost immediately. "Very good. Ok, you may continue."

"He's grabbing my breasts... I keep brushing his hands away. He's annoyed with me now, but his friends are still laughing. He pulls my hands together over my head and tells Gary to hold me that way. Tying my hands. Andrew is tying my hands with white rope."

"Where are you now?" The doctor noticed his voice getting a bit hoarse and took another swig of water.

"In the middle of the living room. Andrew took down the fern and Gary is hanging my hands from the plant hook on the ceiling." 

"Ok, Miranda. What are you feeling right now?" Dr. Evans noticed Miranda's skirt had begun to creep up under her bottom. Confirming that her eyes were still closed, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy a glimpse of firm thigh. He felt his wife glaring at him from her picture on the credenza.

"I'm feeling kind of sexy. I've had a couple of drinks, too, so I'm a little more... open-minded than I might normally be." 

"And what's happening now?"

"I'm standing here, sort of hanging by my hands. Andrew just came in with scissors and... he's cutting my dress! He cut the bottom hem about six inches shorter than it was. Now he's taking the cloth he cut and covering my eyes with it. Tying it behind my head." She squeezed her eyes more tightly closed.

"Yes, Miranda. Keep going. What happens next?"

"He's cutting my dress down the middle. I can feel it fall open. The guys are all getting pretty rowdy. I hear them..." She took a shuddering breath and continued, "Someone, Andrew, I think, is poking the scissors into my breast. Cutting off my bra. I can feel it hanging now from my shoulders. I can feel the air on my stomach and... nipples. I'm nervous and embarrassed, but this is turning me on, too." 

"Good, good. Acknowledge the feelings." 

"The air on my skin feels lovely. Makes me feel lovely, actually. The blindfold makes me feel... I don't know. Daring?"

"Excellent. What happens next?"

"Andrew asked Sam to hand him the candle from the kitchen table. Everyone is really quiet now- oh!" Miranda squirmed, rubbing her breast. "Hot wax! He dripped the wax on me! So hot-" 

"Where did he drip it?"

"Here." Miranda whispered, massaging a nipple, which rose to prominence beneath her conservative blouse. "And down my- Cold!" She bucked her hips and reached both hands under her skirt and buried them inside her panties. "Ice... he's putting an ice cube right here. Oh god! Putting it inside me and someone else is dripping the candle wax on my other nipple. The ice is so cold..." Her voice trailed off as her hands worked to free the imaginary ice cube. 

The doctor took a deep breath through flared nostrils and croaked, "Please, continue. What are you feeling now, Miranda?" He scowled at the picture on his credenza

"Decadent." She laughed quietly, wickedly. "I've never been bad before. I think I like it." Stretching her arms above her head, she arched her back and wriggled her behind sensuously, skirt now hiked up to her waist. 

The doctor was jolted; his wife had said nearly the same thing to him early in their marriage. He would have liked to pursue that train of thought, but now wasn't the time. "Okay, Miranda. I'm going to count to three once again and we'll move ahead to the next significant event. One. Two. Three."

"Andrew is raging at me. Calling me a cunt because I was enjoying his friends' looking at me. He's fuming. I'm still blindfolded, but I hear one of the guys leaving. He told Andrew to let me down and Andrew said he could fuck off. I'm trying to pull off the blindfold, but it's too tight..." Her voice faded as sobs welled up.

Dr. Evans noted the tears that began to fall. He noted, too, that Miranda attempted to pull her arms and legs closer to her center, in a protective position. "What happens next?" he asked

"Oh!" Miranda jerked her body away from an invisible tormentor. "Hot. Sticky. One of them just ejaculated on my stomach! I hear Andrew laughing. Nasty laugh." Her pretty face contorted with disgust.

"You're doing great, Miranda. This will be cathartic, you'll see. Go on, please." In the mind of the doctor, disgust warred with envy.

"Andrew is goading them, encouraging them to come all over me. I think there are maybe four of them." She sniffed loudly. "Someone... someone just did it on my ass. Someone ejaculated on my ass. I can't see anything. I can't see who it was..."

"All right. From now on, Andrew and his friends will only do what I say they do. They will all be sitting on the sofa unless I say otherwise. Today we're going to change the past, Miranda. That sound okay to you?" Dr. Evans waited for her nod before continuing. "So, now Andrew, Gary and Sam are sitting quietly. Who else is there?"

"I think David is still here. Steve left earlier when Andrew told him to fuck off ." Miranda was resting comfortably, arms overhead, although her skirt remained bunched around her hips. Dr. Evans looked away from her pink satin panties.

He cleared his throat. "Okay. So you are now blindfolded, hanging from the ceiling by your hands, and wearing nothing but panties and the tattered remnants of a black dress and bra. One of the men stands up. It's Sam. He brushes his lips across your navel. Can you feel that?"

"Yes." She whispered.

"Very good. Sam is now caressing your right breast with his hands. He takes your nipple into his mouth and pulls deeply. You feel a hand brush down the roundness of your bottom. It's David, and he kneels and buries his face in your cleft, then presses soft kisses on your buttocks. Another mouth begins working your left nipple. It's Gary. He licks you with a soft touch, in contrast to Sam's strong mouth on the other side." Dr. Evans paused for a swallow of water and a dick realignment. Miranda's hips had begun to hump almost imperceptibly. Her nipples strained against her blouse, erect as if they truly were being licked and sucked.

"God, it feels so good," she breathed.

"The scissors are cold against your hip as Andrew cuts through the sides of your underwear. They cling to you deliciously as he grabs a handful of the fabric and pulls them off." On the sofa, Miranda opened her legs a bit. "Yes, Miranda. You're doing well. Now, Gary and Sam each take one of your legs, opening you wide. Andrew takes his place between your knees. You feel his hair brush your inner thighs. His tongue laps at your clitoris and his lips suck yours." At that moment, the doctor couldn't have torn his eyes away if the building were on fire. His patient's lips were flushed and full, hands clasped together above her head as she writhed and bucked in her trance. He continued with the guided imagery.

"Andrew begins to suck your clitoris at the same pace Gary and Sam are sucking your nipples. Tell me how it feels, Miranda." To his own ears, his voice sounded husky. He hoped she didn't notice.

"Mmm... incredible. I'm close. So close..." Extraordinary, Dr. Evans thought. Miranda looked and sounded as if she were truly nearing orgasm, despite the fact that there had been no physical contact. The clock told him it was time to finish her off.

"As the three men continue to pleasure you with their mouths, your vagina is slowly filled with a thick, ridged rubber penis. David is pushing it into you inch by inch until you feel it press against your womb."

Miranda's head was moving side to side and her mouth silently formed the word, "Yes."

"There is an almost musical rhythm created by the three sucking mouths combined with the penetration of the phallus. You know you are beautiful, a goddess, being worshipped by four men and your womanhood weeps with the knowledge." Another gulp of water and he was ready for the big finish. "The dildo David wields picks up speed as he pumps it in and out of you. In to the hilt, out with a pop. In, out. In, out. In-"

"Oh God! Oh my God!" Miranda's body rocked with orgasm. 

Dr. Evans felt a wet pearl deposit itself in his white Hanes.

As he walked her out of the office, the doctor noted that his patient's legs seemed a bit shaky and her face was still flushed. 

"Thank you, Doctor. I think I can finally put the past to rest." She smiled impishly. "And your wife is a very lucky woman." 

As he closed the door behind her, Dr. Evans glanced once more at the attractive woman in the photograph on his credenza. Gathering his briefcase, he murmured, "It's been a while, but I'm going to remind us both how lucky we are."



Going Deep



Much later, Randi walked Ryan to the front door wearing her short, silk gold robe, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail, a weary but contented smile on her beautiful face. She had her arms wrapped around herself, one hand clutching the distinctive white and green hard-pack of her cigarettes. She stepped in close to Ryan and lifted her chin inviting one, last kiss. Ryan took his teammate's mother into his arms and kissed her deeply, their tongues swirling in a lust-filled dance. Before he left, Randi gave him her cell number and explained that she was available to him anytime he wanted to get together. She hesitated a beat, then added:

 "And if you have a friend that can keep secrets . . .!"

  Her blue eyes flashed mischieviously, one eyebrow raised, clearly communicating the unspoken part of her message.

POST-GAME

 Randi slid out of her suit jacket and poured herself a glass of Chardonnay. Wearing a white, silk long-sleeved blouse over top of her navy blue skirt, her sexy four-inch heels and wetly shining lips contrasted sharply with her conservative business attire. Randi had left work early and come directly to the hotel suite her company rented for clients, vendors and out-of-town salesmen. She had met her first lover here numerous times during their affair, being co-workers, and she learned how easy it was to get a key.

 Randi lit a cigarette and sipped her wine. She was about to sit down when she heard a knock at the door. She moved quickly to open it, her heart beginning to race in anticipation.

 Ryan stood in the hallway in his yellow and black letterman's jacket, his long brown hair just off his shoulders, hands in his pockets smiling back at her. But, he wasn't alone. Ryan had brought his backfield running-mate, Curtis with him. Curtis was a light-skinned black young man, shorter than Ryan but much thicker through the chest and shoulders. Randi's eyes slid hungrily over his muscular frame, her face flushed with excitement a thin smile creeping across her lips.

 "Well" she thought to herself as she invited them in, her eyes dropping to their tight ass cheeks, "He WAS paying attention!"



Going Dogging?



As I went to get us a nightcap I saw the barman glance across to Eileen and smile. I followed his gaze to see that Eileen had apparently carelessly allowed her skirt to ride up over her stocking tops and as she uncrossed her legs was giving him and I a good stretch of creamy thigh and a flash of her newly shaven pussy. She smiled when she saw us glancing across and slowly crossed her legs to leave her short tight black skirt still a good few inches short of her lace top hold-ups. 

As he gave me our drinks he smiled and said" you are a lucky man". I realised this view had been shared earlier that evening by the guys, we had hoped would be our business partners.

Eileen and I were celebrating our 26th wedding anniversary by taking in the World famous Dog Show as part of a long weekend in Birmingham and as part of a plan to start a new business. Eileen had told me that she would give me a weekend to remember and certainly it had started off in some style.

It had been a remarkable evening in that my previously rather prudish wife had acted unbelievably sexy all night from how she dressed, her flirting with our proposed business associates and now teasing me with the barman.

I have just turned 50 while Eileen is 47. Like many couples the initial lust for each other had worn out as kids and business pressures came along and our sex life had almost rather petered out to probably once a fortnight. This was usually after say a night at the golf club where Eileen had "glammed" up a bit and we both had a few drinks. 

The opportunity to sell our business gave us the opportunity for early retirement and we decided to relocate to a more rural location outside of where we lived and to start a small hobby business around Eileen's hobby of showing dogs. We decided to look for a couple of canine distributorships and where better to start than a visit to the show at Birmingham..

We had set up a couple of meetings in advance with a couple of US companies with rather unique products and we took the opportunity to visit them on their stands and invite them for dinner at our hotel.

When we were going over our presentations before leaving home, I was surprised at how excited Eileen appeared, probably because she was taking the lead in a new business for the first time. I have to say her assertiveness in this new business venture made me look at her differently and I have to say with more interest than when she was rather the "dogsbody" in my previous business. We had a couple of bottles of wine and quite honestly a lot of fun in our discussions and when we were putting together the advantages of a company giving us the distributorship, I suggested one of our main assets was a very sexy lady with very good assets!

Although this was stated a little tongue in cheek, Eileen still has good "assets." She is blonde and very pretty, shapely legs, an hour glass figure (although more mature than when we met) - she now measures a curvaceous 40c 30 40 -- and her breasts and ass when she chooses to show them off still get glances from guys half her age.

I jokingly stated she should dress to show her assets off when we met our proposed business associates and I was a little surprised and quite turned on to hear her say that that "was in hand" as she had invested in a bit of a new wardrobe. She modelled one quite transparent top for me and her heavy unbraed breasts and her promise to wear it without a bra when we were away was enough to give us one of our best nights of sex for some time. I really took a new interest in going to the dogs! And I couldn't wait to see the rest of her wardrobe.

After arriving at our hotel at 11.30 am, Eileen changed into one of her new outfits for taking a quick trip to the show to meet up with some of our proposed new partners. She looked absolutely fabulous in tight stretch jeans with brown suede over the knee boots; tight white cross over sweater with no bra and a brown short suede jacket. The shape of her big breasts and thick nipples were quite obvious through the tight sweater and her ripe thighs and prominent pussy mound looked magnificent in the skintight jeans. She had on much heavier make up than normal and the overall effect was absolutely fantastic. It was fairly obvious that she had quite literally taken my suggestion to "seduce" our prospective partners into giving us the agency.

As we pushed through the crowds surrounding the stands I noticed she got quite a few admiring glances and as I followed her up the stairs between the various halls I couldn't help lusting after the big well-rounded jutting ass cheeks.

The stand of the company that we had targeted for the main agency we wanted was quite impressive and was staffed by two smart young guys in their late twenties in red blazers, white shirts, cream trousers and cream shoes. At first glance I thought they might be gay as many guys in the dog world are and that Eileen's makeover would be in vain. My first impressions appeared to be right because Rob the slim blonde guy definitely appeared to be gay and although Mel, a taller heavier built black guy gave Eileen the "once over", I assumed that when he said he was the partner of Alan the guy we had come to see, he meant more than business partner. I think Eileen was relieved to hear that the principal partner, Alan, was in the bar. 

Mel phoned him and we arranged to meet in the international bar. Alan certainly didn't look gay, as he was a large -- 6'3" rather loud ex US marine in his early fifties. And by the way he looked Eileen over he rather obviously liked what he saw. Over drinks he said he was interested in our proposition but he had another approach from a large pet wholesaler who could guarantee much larger initial distribution. He suggested that we could chat things over, over dinner but we would need to see if we could up our proposed initial stocking level.

This was disappointing but we said we would look forward to seeing him at our hotel that evening and moved on to see some of our other potentials. 

We got a much better reception at our second stop which was a company managed by Stine a very attractive slim blonde Swedish lady, in her early forties. It very much looked like a "done deal" and we agreed to have dinner with her the following evening to tie it down. Three other stops were equally rewarding although these three were only backups to Alan's company's products.

When we went back to the hotel I said to Eileen that we needed to pull out "all the stops" to get Alan's account -- I didn't realise she would take it quite so literally.

I showered first and worked on some figures while Eileen showered and although the pressure to get this right had quite put sexual thoughts out of my head they re-appeared when Eileen came out in her robe to ask how I was getting on. 

Eileen has a very prominent pussy mound that I have always loved but she thought looked slightly indecent in tight trousers and while she trimmed it regularly she objected to my suggestion to shave it. But when she came out of the bathroom after her shower her robe slipped and to my delight I could see that apart from a fine line of blonde curls above her clit -- her mound and lips were completely hairless. I couldn't help thinking this might be my consolation prize!

I found it difficult to concentrate on finalising the figures but put thoughts of exploring the shaven pussy off until after our meeting. I finished off and went into the bathroom for a final brush up while Eileen dressed. 

I was delighted to see she had dressed " business sexy" in a smart new outfit with short black tight skirt (possibly a little short for business) and fitted black jacket with a black lacy basque top below. It showed her figure and legs off dramatically and I thought that if Alan wasn't impressed with our figures he would be with Eileen's!



Alan and Mel were already in the bar at around 8.00 and I noticed both guys went out of their way to kiss Eileen in greeting with Alan's hand rather lingeringly passing down her waist to the top of the her hip as he did so. Alan ushered us into rather low-level seats opposite him while he sent Mel to the bar to get us drinks. I noticed Alan's eyes went to Eileen's ripe thighs and the flash of creamy thigh above her lace top hold-ups as she sat down pulling her skirt down.

In spite of Mel's assumed orientation I noticed he too glanced at Eileen's thighs and down her cleavage when he brought the drinks back. Alan suggested we chat over dinner about our proposals and the conversation centred mainly on Crufts, the growth of his business and the role played by Mel (his junior partner) and our direct contact if we got the distributorship. After Mel and I had ordered a couple more rounds we were all fairly relaxed and familiar by the time we moved in to dinner.

Over a very good dinner with four very good (and expensive) bottles of wine, which Alan insisted on paying for, we discussed our families etc. I noticed when Eileen got up to go to the loo both guys' eyes were glued to the sway of her butt in the very tight short skirt. Both commented on how sexy she was and what a lucky guy I was. Neither could believe she was the mother of two early twenties kids.

Over brandy Alan and I got into finer detail on our proposition and the competing one while Mel and Eileen were chatting about various matters including how he was enjoying Birmingham nightlife. I could see that she was flirting with him outrageously possibly because she didn't see him as a threat. 

At the coffee and brandy stage he got up to go to the loo I was shocked when Alan said, "Eileen, you seem to have taken quite a shine to Mel -- you're not alone, he's been quite a hit with the ladies this trip." 

Eileen said she did find him very attractive but she had thought he was gay. Alan smiled and said that Rob was gay, but Mel was 100% heterosexual and in fact had spent most of the time since he had met Eileen saying that if she wasn't married how much he'd like to get her into bed! 



I was a little stunned when she said she could see now that he clearly wasn't. Alan smiled and said if she saw the size of Mel's cock she would have no doubt! He quickly went on to say he had seen it when they "double teamed" an air hostess who they met on the plane over. I was even more stunned when she asked him had he enjoyed it and when he said he had, she followed up with the question had the girl enjoyed it. He said, " By the way she couldn't get enough she certainly did." He went on to say that Mel had a fearsome reputation as a real "cock hound" with women of all ages.

It was a slightly surreal experience to hear what I thought was my prudish wife get involved in "locker room " talk with a virtual stranger but she had obviously set out to impress as a "woman of the world" and nothing was going to faze her

When Mel came back, Alan embarrassed Eileen by telling him that Eileen had thought he was gay! Mel leaned over and pecking Eileen on the cheek said, "If you weren't married I'd love to show you that I definitely prefer girls or even better real sexy women like yourself."

With a few more brandies flowing the conversation did get a bit more risqué and I was surprised to see that Eileen letting Mel help her off with her jacket to leave her sitting in a very transparent basque top with her breasts beautifully presented by the cupping effect of the basque cups. It left nothing to the imagination, with not only her deep cleavage on display above the top, but her thick nipples very obvious through the diaphanous material. 

When I left the table to go to the loo I heard both guys compliment her on her breasts and the tone of the conversation had obviously continued in a sexual vein, because when I came back I was rather shocked to hear Eileen discussing whether she preferred stockings and suspenders or hold ups and informing the guys she was wearing hold-ups tonight. They said they preferred suspenders.

Alan suggested we move out to the bar for a nightcap and as I signed for dinner, Mel helped Eileen on with her jacket and the two guys and Eileen went though to the bar. I was rather surprised to see her sitting back in the low leather chair opposite the two guys with her legs crossed and seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was showing acres of thigh above the lace tops of her stockings.

When I pushed Alan for a decision on our proposals he said "You are still a long way behind the other guys in volume so I would need to sleep on it. I would prefer to discuss it with Mel in the morning when we aren't so distracted by Eileen's short skirt! Lets meet up for dinner tomorrow evening at our hotel."

Both guys pecked Eileen on the lips before they got a taxi back while I suggested a final nightcap to Eileen and she obviously decided to share the view with the barman and me!

When I got back to her with the drinks and sat down opposite her it was all I could do to stop myself from putting my hand up her skirt as she slowly and seductively opened and closed her legs to flash her naked pussy at me. My feelings were mixed in that I was really excited by my wife being so overtly sexy but slightly concerned about what the two US guys might think. 

When I mentioned this to her she smiled and said, " I know what both of them were thinking -- they both told me how attractive they found me. And both of them couldn't take their eyes of me when I showed them what you are seeing now." 

Apparently both had told her in quite graphic detail how sexy they found her and if she hadn't been married what they would like to do with her. She felt they would want to give her the distributorship even if it was just to try " to get into her knickers." 

When I asked her would she "put out" to get the agency she smiled and said, "Only if you want me to!" 

When I asked "Really?"

She said "No -- I don't think so. While I really want this agency, my boobs and pussy are yours but I don't mind showing them off and letting the guys think they might get lucky!" 

When I asked her would she have "put out" for the agency if she hadn't been married she smiled and said " like a shot!" 

"Which with one?"

" Mel, obviously he's younger and fitter, I think he's gorgeous, and I've often wondered what it would be like with a black guy."

" Is it because he's well endowed?"

"Mmmm, that too but Alan's a big guy and I'm sure he's just as big."

" What if they had wanted to 'double team" you as they did the air hostess?"

"Mmmm, that might be doubly good."

By this stage I had a throbbing erection the size and turgidity of which I had not had with Eileen for many years and I suggested we go upstairs. I noticed the barman grinning at us as Eileen struggled out of the low seat and probably gave him another flash of the bald pussy. 

As I followed her out of the bar I couldn't help taking a new look at what I had been rather overlooking for years -- her ripe and very desirable rear and her superb and shapely thighs and legs. She suggested we take the couple of short flights of stairs up to our room level and as she walked up the stairs in front of me I had a most fantastic view as the tight skirt rode up her thighs so I could see the ripe creaminess of her flesh above the hold ups and a flash of the bottom of her big ass cheeks. As we reached the first level and the entrance to the conference room I quickly moved up beside her and grabbing a handful of ass ground my cock against her it.

She very seductively moved her ass to meet my thrusts and murmured "Can't you wait?" 

Pushing her skirt up to expose the big protruding rear I said "No!" and propelled her into the nearby conference room, which was obviously set up for a meeting the next day. Bottles of water and glasses were pushed everywhere as I pushed her over the green baize covered table, parted the cool cheeks of her ass and mounted her rear. 

Obviously the events of the evening had turned her on as she was as hot for it as me and moved her ass to meet my thrusts in a way that she hadn't done for many years. As I thrust into her she moaned " Christ you're really big tonight -- give it to me."

I didn't need any encouragement and soon our combined thrusts had me past the point of no return and I came off with a climax such as I hadn't had for several years, as I seemed to pump a massive load of semen into her. And I still hadn't had enough as I still wanted to feel my cock entering that bald pussy. Turning round I kissed her and lifted her on to the table so I could go between her thighs. The fact that she leaned back wantonly on the table with her legs open , the unaccustomed sight of the bald strangely vulnerable looking pussy plus the fact that she had been showing it off to strangers all night really turned me on and my cock once again became fully erect. 

She moaned and thrust her pelvis forward to meet my thrusts and we were soon locked together in a sexual frenzy. This time I was able to wait until she moaned "I'm coming" and locked her legs and powerful thighs round me to pump me dry as I once again spunked in her. 

We lay against each other kissing and cuddling like newly fangled lovers until she said "Tom we have really made a mess of this table." When I eased away from her, she looked completely decadent with her skirt up round her waist and a huge pool of semen seeping out of her well used cunt. I am sure some delegate had a surprise the following morning!

When we went up to our room we continued our lovemaking, but less frenetically for another climax for both of us. The last thing she said before she went to sleep

"Mmmm, three times in one night -- I think this new business is going to be good for us!"

Next morning I felt the effects of my exertions the night before and even Eileen kissing the tip of my cock couldn't raise it to anything more than a semi erection but I really did feel brilliant and much closer to her than I had for many years. 

A good breakfast or perhaps it was the sight of Eileen , braless in a tight white tee shirt and in skin tight cream trousers with her over the knee boots, that made me feel that I might like a morning in bed but Eileen had her mind on business and pushed me into going over the figures again before we met the guys.

We decided that we really did want Alan's company's agency and I said I would see if we could put Stine off until the following evening and make a real attempt to tie down the guys that night. While Eileen went to see the guys I visited Stine's stand and was disappointed to find she could not change our arrangement. 

I found Eileen deep in conversation with Mel and he didn't seem too concerned when I told him I couldn't make dinner that evening but Eileen would. When I discussed it later over lunch Eileen said it might work out better all round -- I could charm Patricia and so long as we had agreed our top figures she felt she actually might do better with the guys on her own. When I said "like the air hostess?"

She patted my thigh "I'm quite happy with what I got last night and I'm looking forward to some more of it tonight!"

She very nearly had more of it before she went out that night as I saw her dressing in new deep cut black suspender belt with eight suspenders --it really did show her thighs off well -- lace top black stockings, a black g string and another tight short black skirt. On top she wore a cross over white blouse which was quite transparent and showed off her heavy breasts and thick nipples to perfection. She wore a long fitted black jacket for travelling which gave the overall impression once again of sexy smart business. 




Going Dogging?



When I helped her cab, I kissed her and said "Be good"

"You too, I hope we both can clinch the deal tonight."

Eileen

I had hoped my decision to go to Crufts to get a couple of agencies for canine products would totally revitalise our marriage but I never really thought it would have such an important impact on our and my sex life. 

I had always been the junior partner in our antiques and fine art business and I thought Tom was just indulging me when we sold it and I said I wanted to start something myself. I decided that our trip to Crufts would be a totally new start in business and I would give Tom a bit of a treat by splashing out on a new wardrobe including some of the sexier type of gear he has always tried to get me to wear.

Over the years our once quite active sex life had dwindled to once or twice a month and Tom had largely moved from making love to me and trying to pleasure both of us, to "riding" me whenever he felt the need for sexual release. I know he had a couple of minor affairs and once or twice I too was tempted when younger guys came on to me at the golf club or at dog shows. But although I was flattered I didn't because I didn't think Tom could cope.

I was delighted with Tom's reaction when I showed him one of the rather sheer tops I had bought one night before we went to Crufts and he was more like the guy I married that night in bed. 

I was also delighted at his reaction when changed into my new boots and tight jeans and went braless on our first visit to Crufts to meet our proposed principals. 

I was impressed at the professionalism of one company in particular in their stand design including the two very smartly colour co-ordinated staff who I learned to be Rob and Mel. Both were very attractive but while I thought I saw a slight glimmer of interest in the eyes of Mel, a black guy, when he looked at my unbraed breasts I assumed from his dress and Rob's demeanour that they were gay. 

When we met Alan, the owner of the company and a rather huge ex US marine, there was no doubt that he showed rather more than a glimmer of interest in my breasts and indeed I felt he mentally undressed me over drinks in the international bar. I noticed that when he kissed me good-bye one of his large hands strayed over my left buttock. 

When we were going back to the hotel I think we were both a little deflated as he had made it clear that a larger company was also interested in the agency and we would have to "up our game" if we were to get it. I felt this agency was the key to my new business and I knew that it might take more than Tom's magic with figures and projections to get it against stiff competition -- it might take me to exploit Alan's very obvious interest in me.

Assuming Mel was gay meant that I had to concentrate my efforts on Alan and from my limited contact I realised he was a ladies man and probably quite used to having fun with younger women. I knew I would have to do something special to attract him to my own more mature charms. I felt dangerously excited as I realised that the success or failure of our new business venture this time might be down to something as simple as making this guy want to do business with us in the hope of doing some "business" with me. 

I didn't honestly consider how far I would go to get this agency but I knew I had to get this guy seriously interested. I suppose I really had subconsciously thought of making "the ultimate " sacrifice because I thought that I would have to do rather more than flash my breasts at him. I know Tom thinks I look wonderful braless but with so many younger girls with pert breasts going braless I didn't think that alone would do the trick. I know guys love to see a bit of stocking top so I decided on a pair of lace top hold-ups and a g-string. When I tried my new g-string on I was a bit bushy so I decided to trim a little and then decided to give Tom, at least, a treat by shaving fully. 

Eventually I thought bugger the g-string if I have to get that desperate to get Alan's attention let him see what he might think he could get!

I selected a black suit that could be looked on as business-like, albeit the skirt was little short and tight. It had a fitted jacket that I could wear open or closed. Beneath it I chose a lace basque, which if I say it myself made my breasts look pretty good. When the jacket was closed it showed a bit of cleavage trimmed with lace and when opened the "cups" gave support to my 40c/ds and held them up. In short, I could show as much or as little as I wanted. 

Certainly when we met the two guys in the bar I could see that the short skirt and cleavage had the desired effect on Alan and when he suggested we say down I noticed he steered Tom and I to a table with rather low seats while he deputised Mel to get us some drinks. When I sat down pulling my skirt as far down as I could, I noticed his eyes automatically went to my stocking tops. I caught his glance and we shared a smile. When we got up to go into dinner I noticed that both guys had looked up my skirt and I wondered had they noticed that I had gone "commando".

We had booked a corner table where we could talk fairly privately and I was pleased that the restaurant was quite dark so that if I wanted I could take my jacket off without appearing " over the top." Alan, insisted on getting the wine and I was quite impressed when he ordered quite a few bottles of the best on the wine list. We were all quite merry and while Tom and Alan talked business I chatted to Mel. At this stage I thought he was gay and had thought to myself "what a waste" as he was not only very attractive but a great conversationalist.

I was surprised when he went to the loo that Alan made it clear that he was not only not gay but a real " cock hound" and that he and Alan had "double teamed" a stewardess. I was fascinated by his frankness and his assertion that Mel was very well endowed but I think Tom was a bit shocked when I sought further details. I found out that Mel had actually expressed an interest in me.

Alan embarrassed me when Mel came back buy telling him I had thought he was gay -- he leaned across and pecking me on the cheek murmured " If you weren't married I'd really love to show you I'm not gay."

I felt like saying "and if wasn't I'd love to let you!"

Whether it was the drinks, or the obvious interest that both guys were showing in me but I really felt quite dangerously exciting and thought I would take my jacket off. Mel quickly moved to help me off with it and I could see from all three guys expressions that my top definitely had the "wow" factor that I thought it might have. 

When Tom went to the loo Mel complimented me on my top and Alan on "what was in it" and that broke the ice for a raft of compliments including Alan saying there was nothing sexier than a mature woman showing of her breasts, ass and legs -- if she had them to show off! That sparked off a conversation about what guys like women to wear and what turned guys on. Both guys expressed a preference for women going braless ,short skirts and stockings. Both expressed a preference that I noted, for stockings and suspenders rather than hold-ups. 

I think Tom was rather taken back, when he returned, to hear me discussing whether I preferred wearing hold-ups or suspenders and when I told the guys I was wearing hold-ups and they said "we noticed."

We moved through to bar for a "nightcap" while Tom settled the bill. Once again I noticed that the two guys steered me to the low seating again and when they both sat opposite me I realised that they were interested in the view. So I crossed my legs and this time I didn't bother pulling my skirt down as I thought why not let them see a bit of thigh and stocking top.

When Tom joined us and pushed Alan for a decision -- he demurred and suggested that Mel and he would discuss it "without the distraction of Eileen's short skirt"

I was really disappointed by this and thought I had better pull out all the stops -- so when I leaned forward to put some more tonic in my drink I rather "carelessly" didn't pull my skirt down when I uncrossed my legs and gave the guys the opportunity of a pussy flash. I don't know whether both of them got a show but certainly I caught Alan looking and we shared a smile.

When the guys went and Tom went to the bar to get us a final nightcap I repeated the manoeuvre and I could see from his startled glance and the barman's smile that the two guys could have seen "the lot" when I flashed earlier.

I kept my legs slightly open when he came back to the table and he obviously found it very exciting. We got into a conversation about what I would or wouldn't do to get the agency and it was obvious that Tom was excited by the idea that I might actually "put out" to get the agency.

He was so excited that we didn't even get back to our room before we had sex. He pushed me in to a conference room and took me rather roughly over the table. As he mounted me from behind I was surprised about how big and hard he was -- certainly more erect than he had been for some time. When he came off he appeared to pump his warm sperm into me for an age and yet he was still firm when he turned me round, put me up on the table and went between my thighs. This time he was a bit slower and with us both really up for it we had a mutual climax. I really did feel very decadent with his semen spread over the table and tricking down my thighs as I walked back to the room. 

Back in the room we went to bed where once again he made passionate although much slower love to me. I remember thinking as I drifted off to sleep in his arms -- this really was the next and most exciting chapter of our lives.

Next morning he was shattered from his exertions and it was only after breakfast that his desire was rekindled but I pushed him into getting ready to push the guys for a decision the next day.

Tom went to see Stine while I went to see the guys to confirm arrangements for dinner that evening. When Tom joined us to say he couldn't re-arrange I noticed Mel didn't seem too concerned when I said Tom could see Stine and I would see the guys on my own.

We had a busy day seeing and tying down some of the more minor distributorships and we were both fairly whacked when we got back to the hotel. Tom went to work on a final proposal for Alan while I got dressed. Once again I decided to dress smart sexy in black and white and in deference to the guys preference I wore my new deep cut suspender belt, which I had bought to hide the stretch marks on my tummy. I thought that it might give the wrong signals if I went knickerless so I put on a black matching g-string.



The two guys were staying at a rather plush hotel near the airport and I was pleased to see Mel was waiting for me in the lobby. He took me into the bar to wait for Alan -- who was 'phoning home. Once again he complimented me on my appearance but wouldn't be drawn on their thinking on the contract. He was dressed in a dark suit with open necked white shirt and looked absolutely gorgeous. I have to admit that the thought did cross my mind as to how big he was.

Alan joined us within a few minutes and after giving me a perfunctory peck on the cheek ushered us into the restaurant. I didn't like to open on the agency so we chatted about various things over the meal. Alan didn't appear to be drinking much so the conversation was a little bit more stilted than the night before and initially there was none of the sexual innuendo of the night before. I felt that I was going to get bad news.

However when I returned from the loo, Mel asked me to settle and argument -- whether I was wearing suspenders or hold-ups. When I asked why he said Alan had a $50 bet with him that I was wearing suspenders. When I asked Alan why he thought that he claimed that women always walked differently in suspenders with a greater sway to their hips. He smiled when I told him that he had won his bet. Mel said he couldn't win until I proved it so I leaned back and lifted my skirt a little to show that I was.

This and a round of brandies seemed to loose up the conversation and emboldened I asked Alan had he made a decision. He smiled and said "not quite, to be blunt we like you guys and think we could work with you both and I know Mel, here, would love to play with you! But the other company has guaranteed us a minimum turnover of $250,000 while you are only offering us about $75,000. Is there any way you can sweeten the pot!"

I said we could go another 20% in guaranteed turnover and that both Tom and I would give 100% effort to the project. He smiled ruefully and said " I really do like you guys and Mel and I think you would be a real asset to the company in more ways than one, but I have to take a commercial decision and at the moment it looks like you're in runner up spot."

I felt totally deflated and said " What more can I say, I really do want this but we cannot really afford greater guarantees than what we have offered." 

He smiled and said " how much do you want it?"

" As much as I have really wanted anything?"

" What would you do to get it?" 

I wasn't sure where this was going but I went for broke and said "Whatever it takes other than more than we can afford to guarantee?"

Then came the "put up or shut up" question that I suppose I had subconsciously thought I might have to address. "Would you sleep with Mel and me to get it?"

"I'd have to think about it but probably, yes"

"Does it really mean that much to you?"

"Probably yes." 

"Wouldn't Tom mind?"

"He doesn't have to know."

Both guys smiled as Mel said "He's only teasing you the way you teased us last night. Yeah we would really love to sleep with you but we don't mix business with pleasure."

Alan butted in "Yeah we really would love to have what's on offer but I really only wanted to see how much you really wanted the agency. We are going to take a chance with you and let you have it." 

I was so excited I kissed both of them, there and then and Alan smiled and said "Whoa honey, or we might change our mind."

He suggested we go up to his suite to sign the agreement and ordered a couple of bottles of champagne to seal the deal. I phoned Tom to tell him the good news and he was delighted. He jokingly said "I honestly thought you'd had to put out to get it."

In Alan's very luxurious suite, I have to say the combination of excitement at having clinched the deal and the champagne on top of wine and brandies meant that after we had signed the agreement I reached up quite spontaneously and kissed Alan. I thought he would give me a peck back but instead he rather roughly pulled me against him in a bear like grip and bending down kissed me properly. Initially I tried to pull away slightly but then his tongue entered my mouth and I responded slightly. When he released me he held me round the waist with one arm and said "Sorry about that but I think you have the prettiest little mouth and I have been wanting to do that since I met you."

Then turning round to Mel, at the same time as his other hand cupped and took the weight of one of my breasts he said "What do you think? Should we make an exception and mix a little pleasure with business?"

I realised that it was getting into dangerous territory but could do little as Alan once again pulled my head up to be kissed while at the same time quite firmly groping my breast. Any chance I had to say "no" was gone when Mel came up behind me and I felt his erection thrust against my rear. 

Although I am 5'7" and quite substantially built I was like a toy between these two powerful guys and I was propelled into the bedroom and tumbled on to the bed with Mel kissing and fondle my breasts. I felt Alan's huge hand go up my skirt and close on my pussy mound and I realised that I had no alternative but to go along with whatever they wanted. Pushing Mel away I said "Hey guys, at least let me get my jacket off you're going to rip it."

Alan smiled and said "Honey, lose the top and skirt too."

As I took off my clothes, the guys were getting undressed and from the size of the huge erections they obviously liked what they saw. Its funny what one thinks about at a time like this but I thought I'm glad I'm wearing this suspender belt so they can't see my tummy.

Both guys closed on me and their hands were everywhere on my breasts, pussy and rear. Alan quite roughly pulled my string aside and shoved two or three fat fingers hard into me before pushing me down on the bed and spreading my thighs replaced his fingers with a huge fat cock. As I lay back and tried to take the unaccustomed thickness of his cock Mel pulled my head to the side and fed me his longer thinner rod. There was no finesse about Alan's thrusting into my pussy. Grabbing me by the buttocks he ground it into me until I felt him unload in me. As he dismounted from me, Mel was thrusting his long cock deep into my throat and the angle was making me gag so to get some control I turned over on to my tummy so that I could better control his thrusts. I was concentrating on taking him off when I got a huge slap on the rear from Alan and I heard him grunt " Honey I really wanted that bald cunt of yours since you flashed it at us but that ass is also serious fucking material."

He pulled me into a kneeling position and I felt his fingers exploring between my hips. I broke off from sucking Mel to cry out when I felt him try to put a large digit into my anus and tried to protest that I wasn't up for that. But Mel grabbed me by the hair and pulling me down on to his cock really began to ride my mouth with some force. 

In spite of the grip Mel had on me I broke free of his grip when Alan pushed a deep probing finger into my rear. "Please guys, don't take me like that I'll do anything else but that."

"Honey, you really are tight there -- does old Tom not ride that big ass?"

"No, it hurts too much?"

"Don't worry honey, he doesn't know what he's missing, I'll use some cream."

As he lumbered off to the bathroom Mel really got to work on my mouth and his frantic thrusts soon meant that he was depositing loads of sweet salty semen in my throat as Alan came out of the bathroom. He leaned down to kiss me and murmured "That was really good you really have a great little mouth for fucking."

As Alan approached me with the cream I turned round and said "Please Alan, I don't want anal, I tried it with Tom and it really hurt and you guys are bigger than him."

"Don't be silly honey, don't you realise what you do to guys when you show that big rear off in those tight little skirts? You have a real asset there and we're just going to help you bring it into play."

I reluctantly let him turn me over and I relaxed a bit when he rather gently parted my hips and I felt him rub cooling cream down the crack between my hips. It wasn't unpleasant even when I felt him slowly insert a cream covered finger into my anus. 

He leaned over and kissed my neck saying "There babe, that isn't too bad is it?" 

When I murmured that it was OK. I felt him insert another finger and start to really probe my rear. This wasn't so pleasant and I tried to wriggle free. I was rather shocked when he muttered "Honey, I am going to bugger that big ass so it will be better for you to lie back and enjoy it rather than fight it."

I tried to relax as I felt him try to enter the head of his thick cock in my anal ring but the stretching feeling became one of unbearable pain as my rear refused to stretch to accommodate him. Once again I tried to break away and for my efforts received a hard slap on the rear as he ordered Mel to hold me as I could get hurt if I struggled.

I tried to relax as he eased his heavy weight down on me and his cock into my protesting ass. Suddenly with one big thrust, I felt a tearing feeling and excruciating pain and I cried out as my rear ripped and he went deep into my bowels. 




Going Dogging?



"Christ you really were tight honey, but relax now as the worst is over." With that he grabbed my buttocks roughly and he started a fast rhythmical pounding of his cock into my bowels. It wasn't quite as painful as the first entrance but I was really relieved when I felt him climax and his warm ejaculate acted as a salve to my bruised insides. For a few minutes he lay spent on top of me his cock embedded in my rear. As he withdrew I once again felt excruciating pain and when I turned round and looked at the bed I saw that he really had ripped me as I was bleeding. 

He leaned down and kissed me and said "Honey, that really was fantastic you really do have some ass on you."

I went in and tried to repair the damage to my rear and wash and when I returned Alan went into the bathroom to clean himself. When I came out Mel gave me another glass of champagne and started to kiss and cuddle me. In spite of being in some discomfort from my damaged rear I was quite turned on by his excitingly long fingers gently groping my breasts and teasing my clit and to my shame that and his black well muscled body and the exciting long and very erect looking penis made me soon wanting to have him between my thighs.

He very gently mounted me and as he was a gentle and considerate lover as well as being truly desirable I soon forgot about my rear as I responded to his gentle deep thrusts into me and the very erotic movement of his groin against my clitoris. I was soon writhing in unison to his thrusts and wasn't even put off by hearing Alan exhorting him to "Fuck she really does love it. Fuck the cunt off her."

As I responded Mel quickened the tempo of his thrusts and I was soon writing and crying out in ecstasy as he brought me off to a climax. As I writhed I was so overtaken by the intense orgasm brought on by his long cock reaching areas that had never been touched before that I was quite oblivious to the fact that he I was not only embedded on his cock in front but on a couple of fingers he had inserted in my rear.

As we both lay together totally spent I felt him take one of my hands and place it between his muscular hips and I realised that he wanted me to fondle his anus. As I gingerly inserted a finger in his tight anus I felt his cock stiffening in me and him start to move his fingers in my ass. Whether it was the cream I had lavished on my rear or the fact that he had totally relaxed me it felt Ok and when he murmured "Eileen, I really would like to have your ass -- do you think you're up for it?"

I said "Mmmm , Alan really hurt me but if you're gentle I'll try." 

As I started to turn over Alan butted in " Hey honey, I'm the senior partner here I want a bit more action. I want to take that sweet little mouth." And with that he pulled me over to suck his semi flaccid cock. To get him going I licked his balls and his cock started to thicken. When nearly erect was extremely thick and I had trouble getting my lips round it. As I worked on it I felt Mel gently part the cheeks of my upturned ass and poor some cooling salve between my hips. As he gently worked a finger into my anus his other hand was busy at my clit and the two together with Alan's by now urgent thrusting made me wriggle my ass. 

That really seemed to bring out the animal in Mel and I felt him rather roughly part my cheeks and once again I felt excruciating pain as he pushed the head of his cock passed my torn anal sphincter. I cried out in protest, but Alan's thick cock being pushed deep into my throat muffled this. And I was prevented from any physical movement by Alan's tight grip on my hair and Mel's equally tight grip on my buttocks. In fact I was rather like a toy or a plaything skewered between these two guys large cocks as they used my body as they wished. 

Mel's cocking off my ass was if anything more painful than Alan's because while the girth of Alan's cock had torn my sphincter, Mel's cock had to pass this and being much longer hurt me rather more inside. Fortunately his rather rampant thrusting and probably my squirming with pain soon brought him to climax and I felt him deposit his soothing ejaculate deep inside me. 

As he withdrew Alan wasn't showing much sign of coming off so I really went to work on him with my mouth and hands on his cock and balls and with my newfound expertise explored his anus with my fingers. This more quickly brought him towards climax and I tried to deep throat him as I felt him go but he pulled out and sprayed my face and hair with his spunk.

This plus their rather crude comments about "What a fuck I'd been"; "What a great tight ass I had" etc when I went to the loo to clean up made me feel rather used but I thought at least I have the consolation of the contract. 

I felt a lot better when I came out of the bathroom after washing and repairing my make up and got dressed. And they were really pleasant even down to making me a couple of coffee when I refused more champagne. They both hugged me and thanked me for one of the best nights o their life. They both said it was pity I had to go back because they would love to have had some more fun with me. In short they treated me as "one of the guys" and said they were really looking forward to working with me. 

As I left Alan, patted me on the rear and said he hoped they hadn't hurt my ass too much but the upside of it was that they "had opened me up for Tom" and I would learn to enjoy anal.

They called a taxi and as I left the hotel I was stunned to find it was only 2.00 am. I thought we had been at it for several more hours.

On the way back in the taxi I had had sobered up a great deal and had mixed emotions. With semen seeping out of my pussy and rear, my stockings laddered and my garter belt covered in spunk it was obvious I had to tell Tom what had happened. I was really concerned that he might not view the grant of a contract as having been worth me "putting out".

Tom

When Eileen 'phoned about 11.00 to say that she had sealed the deal I was really delighted. Although my meal with Stine had gone really well and in different circumstances I would have loved the challenge of exploring her slim body and girlish curves, I was a little concerned about what the guys might want in return for the contract -- especially since Eileen had rather teased them the night before.

When she hadn't returned by midnight I was a bit more worried but didn't want to 'phone her as it might look as if I didn't trust her. 

I watched a movie and went to bed at c 1.00 but didn't sleep and I was relieved to hear her open the door at about 2.30. When I put on the light I could see she was a bit upset and her hair looked as if she was fresh out of the shower. When I asked her "What's up -- you should be delighted?" She started to cry and the whole story tumbled out.

To be frank I had really mixed emotions -- I was angry at the guys for taking advantage and Eileen for letting them and not a little excited at the thought of my wife having been "roasted." I felt my cock getting erect when I heard about the two guys taking her big ripe rear anally -- something I had wanted to do for years but never forced the issue when she said no. When I suggested she get undressed and come to bed, to my shame I was even more turned on when I saw her laddered stockings and cum covered suspender belt, as it really brought it home to me that my wife had been extremely well used my the two guys. It somehow made her so much more exciting and desirable and I had absolutely no problem in telling her it didn't matter.

I found it even more exciting when I got her into bed and found that her pussy was still cum filled and especially when I saw her damaged butt still seeping with semen. Needless to say I reclaimed my property by taking both. In spite of her obvious anal discomfort ( I am ashamed to say another turn on) she made my first anal ride really enjoyable by pushing up her ass to meet my cock and I couldn't help feeling a little grateful to the guys for breaking her in for me.

Since then I and they have buggered her ass on many occasions and she now is quite happy to take a lot of cock quite willingly in all her holes. And of course the business has been a huge success. 



Going Down



She was there almost every day when he got home from work. If he was lucky, he got to ride in the elevator with her. She was the most exotic treasure he had ever laid eyes on. Her lips were of devil red and her skin the color of mocha. Trenton often mused that she had to be the girl in the old Ricky Martin song. But Ricky Martin's description didn't do this beauty enough justice. He could tell even though she often wore high heels with her business attire that she must be around five foot seven, and even though she always dressed modestly he could still see that she had a lean muscular physique, complete with a luscious rump and perky breasts. 

She smiled at him politely as he got into the elevator with her again, just like she always did. He smiled back shyly and nodded. It was always like this. His tongue seemed to swell three sizes in his mouth. His heart caught in his throat, and his palms were already beginning to sweat. He couldn't even bear to look into those big brown eyes, so speaking to her was out of the question.

"Going up?" She asked in a cheerful voice.

His apartment was on the third floor. Hers was on the fifth. Trenton had seen her press the button enough times to know that. The elevator could go up from the first floor or down into the basement parking garage that was designed for the penthouse complex, so she always asked him the same thing. 

"Yeah," he would always say.

She pressed two buttons and the elevator began to move. Then she put her briefcase down and sighed. 

"I just love the end of the day," she said as she bent over to adjust her panty-hoes.

As she did so, Trenton could make out her panty line, and her hair hung down to cover her face. He'd never realized that her hair had streaks of red mixed with the dark chocolate brown. There seemed to be a new discovery every time he lay eyes on her. Her perfume filled his senses again, and before he melted completely he realized he was staring.

She smiled at him again. Had she caught him?

"Like what you see?" she asked coyly.

Oh god, thought Trenton. She had. 

Trenton felt himself flush. The elevators in these old buildings were so damn slow!

"S-sorry," Trenton said. "I guess I was zoning out. Long day."

The woman looked mildly disappointed as she stood back up and recovered her briefcase. 

"Yeah," she said, looking up at the numbers as the number "2" lit up. "It was."

Suddenly there was a bump, a whir, and the lights flickered and dimmed. The elevator came to a jarring halt. Trenton lost his balance and fell into the corner. The woman nearly fell on him, but she caught herself with her arms. 

"Crap!" she said as she pushed herself off him lightly. "Figures. Right when we're almost home, right?"

She'd touched him. She'd actually touched him. Her hands had been so soft, and he could feel his nipples bristle even under his business suit. Trenton felt like he was going to faint. 

They stood there like that for almost a minute. The woman with her arms folded, tapping her foot, and Trenton pressed against the wall, his head bowed as he tried to stay conscious.

"What's you're name anyway?" The woman asked at last.

"Trenton."

"Nice to meet you Trenton. I'm Cassidy."

She offered her hand for him to shake it, and Trenton took it but only after he had wiped his sweaty palms on the sides of his pants.

"Wonder how long we're going to be stuck like this?" Cassidy mused.

"I-I don't know," Trenton offered uselessly.

"Well, it's getting hot in here." Cassidy said. "I hope you don't mind if I make myself more comfortable."

Cassidy removed her outer sports coat, folded it, and placed it on the floor. Then she kicked off her black high heels and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. She slid down the wall and sat with her legs straight out, and then she adjusted her skirt to make sure nothing was showing. Or was it so just enough was visible, Trenton wondered as he caught a glimpsed of a bit of dark lacy material as she wiggled her bottom. He quickly looked away before she noticed him staring again.

"Aren't you going to do the same thing?" Cassidy asked. "You've got to be getting hot in that."

"N-no I'm fine," Trenton said.

Cassidy sighed. It was an annoyed sigh. 

Trenton was confused. Was she angry with him?

"I can't take it, anymore," she said shaking her head. "Are you kidding me? You couldn't have asked for a better opportunity."

"Opportunity for what?" Trenton said, confused.

Cassidy just glared at him, waiting for him to figure out what she meant.

"You-you wanted me to . . ." Trenton began, stunned.

"Look," said Cassidy sharply. "Trenton, right?"

Trenton nodded.

"You've been gawking at me for months. You even time it sometimes so that you get home at the same time as me, but you never made a move. I just didn't get it. You're an attractive guy. Strong, successful looking, handsome . . . but Trenton women want a guy with confidence. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I've always heard that," Trenton said. "But I always kinda figured . . . I just thought you were out of my league."

Cassidy's annoyed expression softened. She patted an area next to her.

"Come sit next to me, and take off that coat, you're already sweating."

Trenton obeyed stiffly. He breathed short shallow breaths as Cassidy loosened his tie and undid his top button.

"There," she said in his ear. "Isn't that better?"

"Yeah," Trenton breathed as he tried to relax a little. "I guess it is getting hot."

They talked for about ten minutes. Trenton became increasingly amazed at how easy Cassidy was to talk to, and to his surprise she was very interested in his story. Where he was from, what he did, what he liked. She was full of surprises, and he was delighted to find she liked some of the same things he did. She was fond of horror movies, baseball, and even video games. Her flirtatious smiles made him feel relaxed. 

The hand that rubbed his thigh delicately made him shiver and grow erect, but he surprised himself by not pulling away.

"So," Cassidy said at last. "Are you feeling more confident now?"

"Yeah," Trenton said truthfully. Then he nodded a little more enthusiastically and smiled. "Yeah, I really am Cassidy, thank you."

"Good," Cassidy said. "Then prove it."

"Huh?"

Cassidy leaned in close, her hands draped over Trenton's, broad shoulders, and then slid down his muscular chest as she undid another button.

"I said, prove it," Cassidy purred into the small of his neck.

Trenton shivered.

"I . . .I, uh . . . here?"

Cassidy made a disgusted noise and started to stand up. Trenton caught her by the hand, pulling her back down into his lap. Then he kissed her.

It was a hungry kiss, born out of months of desire. Cassidy returned it gladly, moaning low in her throat. Trenton let his tongue flutter over her lips before dancing it inside her mouth. She tasted sweet, and Trenton imagined that she had had some sort of hard candy recently.

When he broke the kiss at last, Cassidy smiled at him.

"Now that's more like it!" she squealed before kissing him again.

Trenton's nimble fingers undid a few more buttons on Cassidy's blouse as he began to leave a trail of hot kisses and warm suction down the side of her neck toward the middle of her chest. She arched her back into him and sighed, but then abruptly pushed him away.

"Hang on, lover," she said. "That's enough for now. Let's take it slo --woah!"

Trenton had sprung to his knees and scooped her up in his arms by lifting her under the armpits using his strong biceps and forearms like a forklift. Then he roughly pressed Cassidy into the elevator wall as he kissed the middle of her chest.

"H-hey . . .oh . . ." breathed Cassidy. "Hey there is such a thing as too much confidence you know."

"Not today there isn't," Trenton growled.

His hands reached under Cassidy's business skirt and roughly tugged down her panties and the attached hoes in three quick tugs so that they fell to her ankles. Then he cupped his large hands under her luscious ass and lifter her higher on the wall. Trenton ducked low so that Cassidy's legs rested on his powerful shoulders, and then tucked his head under her skirt.

The aroma of Cassidy's sex was intoxicating to Trenton. The musky heat under the skirt trapped it in nicely, and it almost sent him into a feeding frenzy like chum in shark infested waters. But Trenton knew he had to do this right.

Cassidy was neatly trimmed but not completely shaven. She had given her most precious area a tidy grooming, just like her tidy appearance in the business world. Supporting Cassidy on his shoulders and pressing her against the wall left Trenton's hands free to tease Cassidy's clit. Then he spread her moist labia slowly so he could study her symmetrical pink perfection. He could tell just by looking that she must be incredibly tight, and he longed to taste her. 

But first he probed with a finger, sliding an index finger ever so slightly inside of her. He twisted it slowly until he heard Cassidy gasp above him.

"Trenton, please!" she begged. 

His response was to drive the finger in deeper and let his breath warm her clit. He could feel her legs start to quiver on his shoulders, and he adjusted his stance to make her more comfortable. 

"Oh god!" Cassidy squeaked. "Please, I . . .I don't think I can take it."

Trenton smiled, then he gave her clit a lick before taking it into his mouth. He licked the length of her moist surface, slowly at first, then a bit more rapidly. To top it off, Trenton slid another finger in and began corkscrewing them into Cassidy as he licked and teased her.

Cassidy moaned softly, and Trenton could tell she was trying to stifle her cries. Perhaps she was even biting her lip. He knew he needed her to let go, to really relax and enjoy this. He took her clit into his mouth and sucked lightly. Then he sucked harder on her labia, moaning low in his throat so that the vibrations would tickle her all the way to her womb.

Cassidy dug her fingers into his head, and her legs clinched around his neck, choking him slightly. He teased the area around her pussy with his tongue, kissing her inner thigh on each side, before using his fingers to spread her wide and plunging his tongue as deep as he could get it into her. 

He marveled at her taste. She was sweet like honeydew and yet bitter like a shot of Nyquil. She squirmed on his shoulders, and when he groaned deeply again she moaned loudly with him.

"Oh fuck!" she cried. "I . . .shit . . . I had no idea you'd be this good!"

Trenton wiggled his whole head from side to side, licking and sucking whatever he could fit into his mouth. He grumbled and groaned loudly as he at last allowed the frenzy that he had so desired to take place.

"I . .. Trenton! Ah . . .Uh . . . Holy . . . shi . . . I'm gonna . . ."

"Cum!" Trenton barked. "Let it happen. Trust me . . ."

"B-but the elevator. Its moving!"

Indeed it was. Trenton heard the ding that signified that the lift had reached his floor. He heard the doors open, and then her heard them close again. The lift continued up.

Trenton never let up, not even for a second, and it wasn't long before he was rewarded with new sweet sticky juices that flowed around his chin as Cassidy screamed and nearly ripped his hair from his scalp.

"Ga . . .ah . . .Aaaaaaaaaaah! Fuck!" She panted. 

Trenton set Cassidy down just as they reached her floor. She had just finished pulling her panties up when the doors opened to reveal a cute couple in their golden years. Trenton saw Cassidy's eyes grow wide as her legs wouldn't support her any longer and she slid to the floor. She was blushing fiercely, and Trenton thought it was beautiful.

Trenton looked up to find the elderly couple staring at him, wondering if they should get on the elevator. He just smiled at them and shrugged.

"Going down?" He asked.



Going Down!



Could the day have started any worse? The mishaps just seemed to pick up momentum and things continued to decline – a dead car battery, road construction, an indifferent husband (although that had been an ongoing issue for quite some time now). It was one of those days that should have held promise, but the morning started crappy when I overslept. Everything just went south from there, including a parking ticket that I would find later slapped on my windshield – well almost everything went south.

Today was supposed to be the day that I would be closing several major sales that would set me on my way monetarily, but by the time I had finished the interview with my real estate accountant, I was almost ready to just jump from the 92nd floor as much as take the elevator – and particularly not the same elevator that had broken down on the way up. About a dozen of us were stranded for more than an hour. 

With no phone reception in the dead elevator, there was no contact with the outside world. As things turned out, the accountant had about given up on me for the day and was about to leave when the 'elevator dozen' was finally rescued and I made my way to the 92nd floor via some stairs and a service elevator. I had no idea in hell how to find my way back, but I was too consumed with making sure I took care of the contracts. 

After being assertive with this pasty, horn-rimmed bean counter, he grudgingly took me back to his office, but the meeting was rocky and nothing went as I had planned. He was a real asshole even though I was making him a lot of money. Fortunately, I was able to control it enough to ensure that the contracts, at least, were mostly to my liking. However, after over an hour with Mr. Numbers and no one apparently left in the building, I wandered about the halls aimlessly looking for the correct elevator to take me to ground floor. 

I must have spent 15 minutes walking in circles looking for the elevator bank and was about to swallow my pride and go back to the accountant's office. God, I didn't want to do that, so I decided to just go into the lady's room and freshen up.

As I stepped up to the mirror, I smiled at the reflection. "Been through the wringer today, eh girl?" I asked myself. I just splashed some water on my face, undid the top button to my blouse to show off more of my tan and other attributes, touched up some make-up, and straightened my hair. "Good to go."

When I exited the restroom, I still had no idea how long I would be roaming these halls. That's when I noticed a tall, dark man with a Canvas knapsack tucked under his arm. He seemed quite preoccupied and very intense. I pretend not to notice his striking good looks, but I couldn't help myself. He had silvery-black hair and intense brown eyes. His eyebrows revealed that he was self-assured. I was awestruck and just a little bit frightened (with everything else today, he's probably a serial killer). I was also very curious and decided to take a risk and go up to him.

"Excuse me, but do you know the way to the lobby elevator?" I wanted to sink into my shoes as he turned to me with his intense expression on his face. It's odd. As he turned to me, I felt both a little scared and a little aroused. Then his face softened, and he simply he smiled (God, what a wonderful smile he had!).

"Sure do. I am on my way out. You can just follow along with me." And with that he gestured for me to walk alongside as he tucked his business papers into the canvas.

Oh God! My heart just jumped into my throat and I could feel myself blushing a bit. I could feel the little bit of arousal begin to grow a bit more noticeable, and I stopped and feigned fixing my shoe as I squeeze my thighs together.

He was really friendly, and the conversation was easy. He laughed out loud when I told him about the day's mishaps. He said really couldn't believe that all those things had happened, and his hand just naturally rested on my shoulder as he bent and laughed again. It was like an electric wire for me, and I had to really work to hide my reaction. I certainly couldn't fix my shoe again. Then as quickly it was off. Before I knew it, we were quickly to the elevator bank. 

He stopped between two doors and pressed the button. As his hand reached out, I noticed his ring, and I am sure he saw mine. Still the conversation flowed easily while we waited for the elevator to work its way back up to 92. As we talked, I noticed he would try and sneak a glance every now and then at my tanned cleavage, and I actually found myself trying to rearrange my position so I could give him a better look. God! What was I doing flirting like a schoolgirl, and with a married man?!  Our discussion moved easily among topics including work, favorite foods and movies. To that point, we never spoke of the three "S's" (sports, sex, or spouses), but when the discussion did start to move on to the more intimate "S's", sports still ever came up. 

Somehow banter about our love lives and crappy home (i.e., sex) lives were eventually broached, and his glance became more intense again. It seemed as if he was now looking right through my clothes, leaving me standing naked. I wasn't sure if I was more nervous or aroused. I did know that I wanted to fall into his embrace and kiss his wonderful mouth. 

We were standing for quite some time, and with all these emotions swirling and the craziness of the day to compound matters, my head was swirling and my knees just buckled. I lurched and put my hands out on his chest to steady myself. His free arm reached out and caught my elbow.

As I regained my balance and glanced up to him, there was that gaze piercing through my eyes. My palms were still steadying me against his chest. Although I had never done anything like this before in my sheltered life, I just let both hands slide up his chest and around his neck. I lifted myself up on my toes and let my chest rest against his. Our mouths moved closer, and we were just about to fall into our kiss when.............

"Ding!" Fuck! The elevator! 

What was it with today? Wouldn't anything go right? Thank God no one got off, because I would not to be deterred now. I simply unwrapped my arms from around his neck, and placed my palms against his chest again. Then I just shoved him to the backside of the elevator cabin. 

For the first time, his eyes showed surprise, but they quickly softened when he saw me enter immediately behind him. Walking directly toward him, he opened his arms to me, and I wrapped myself back into his embrace. This time I would not be denied, and I snuggled into his embrace and rested my head against his chest. The elevators doors closed behind me, giving us our privacy, just as I looked up and pressed my lips to his waiting kiss.

At first we simply explored the outline of each other's lips with little feathery kisses and nibbles, and as their texture became more familiar, we pressed our mouths together in a more searching kiss. Oh God! I can't believe that I am actually kissing a strange man in an elevator! But that tingling feeling inside and my desire for a long absent passion had taken hold of me like never before. 

He was much taller than I, and I found myself stepping on my tiptoes to gain as much access to his searching mouth as I possibly could. I could feel the slight scratchiness of his "5 O'clock shadow" on my cheek. When our mouths opened for our tongues to be introduced the first time, it was like an electric shock, and I swooned dizzily deeper into his embrace. His tongue was magical as it dueled and mated with my own, and I could feel my wet excitement telling me I had to have more of this strange man. 

Our mouths remained locked together in that first kiss. Neither of us wanted for it to end. We were both frightened that to break off the kiss would be to awaken from a beautiful dream. When we finally did separate, he placed feathery little kisses all around my mouth. Then he began kissing and nibbling at the nape of my neck. Oh my! How did he know how much I loved that feeling? I could feel my knees buckle, and his breath on my neck made me shiver. Then we fell back into another deep kiss. 

He became bolder as we locked in this second kiss. I felt his hands begin explore. His hands were large with long fingers, and I could feel my own wetness spread as I anticipated how they would feel when they slipped inside me. However, for now I was content to feel the soft pads follow the outline of my face and the strong fingers kneed my breasts through the cloth. I just hung to his neck and pulled myself even tighter to him. 

I could feel his hardness growing against my waistline, and I stretched even higher to position my sex nearer to the length of his erection. We started to grind. I either began to growl or purr with delight. God, how did this happen so suddenly? I was in utter ecstasy! His movements seem to synchronize perfectly with mine. 

Although he had become a bit bolder with his explorations, he was still being somewhat tentative about proceeding further. He seemed to be waiting for a signal. It was as if he was trying to be sensitive to just how far I was willing to let him take me. Right now I couldn't think beyond this kiss, but I knew that I wasn't ready for any of this passion to ebb. 

As my sign to him, I let my palm slide down his chest and settle on the length of his cock. Then I squeezed my fingers around it through his slacks. He groaned with pleasure, and I released him long enough to let my fingers slide open his zipper. Slipping my hand through the opening and under the elastic waistline of his shorts I took his full erection into my hand and let my fingers slide up and down its length. Oh, it felt so nice in my hand. It throbbed once when I squeeze it, and I heard him groan again. 

I broke off our kiss and moved my lips to his ear. I nibbled at the lobe and darted my tongue inside his ear. I could hear his groan turn to more of a growl. Then I whispered that I wanted him to feel how excited I was and squeezed my grip again, making his cock twitch in my hand yet again.

I had almost begun to think that it was me who had taken charge, until I felt him slip a hand under my skirt and rest his smooth palm on my naked thigh. It was like a jolt from an exposed electric wire – it was the first time in so long that I could feel a man sensuously touching me there. I desperately wanted to feel fingertips inside me, and felt my thighs spread open to his touch. They seemed to have a mind of their own, but he just let his palm set there with his fingers kneading the underside of my thigh. No! I didn't need teasing. I needed to feel his touches slip inside me. I wanted to orgasm with him! I released his cock and put my hand over his urging it northward.

He immediately understood and glided his hand until he resettled his palm on top my sex. I could its pressure and ground down on his palm. I could also feel the length on one of his fingers spooning over my panties with the crack of my butt. Then I felt the fingertip lift and put pressure on my little rosebud back there like it wanted to enter me. Now it was my turn to growl! I was so aroused! I was getting to feel the pleasure I desired so much. I had always wanted my husband to touch me like this, but he didn't have a clue. Now this complete stranger was taking me places I'd never experienced. 

Then his hand slid up the front of my panties and his fingertips slipped under the elastic. Oh yes! I could hardly wait to feel him work them inside me. As his fingers slid down along my trimmed pubic area, I arched to meet them as they approached my slick opening, and then as first one and then a second penetrated me, the sensation took my breath away. I collapsed in a sigh of pleasure on the ground. I could feel myself spreading my legs wider to him and my hips begin to writhe under his touch. 

God, his fingers were magical inside me. He knew just how to maneuver them to bring me the greatest pleasure. His rested his palm over my opening with a pressure that rubbed against my clitoris while he finger fucked me. His fingers and thumb were well lubricated with my juices, and he worked the two digits together as if they were a single cock while his thumb took over for his palm. I was so hot now that I had even entertained the idea of letting him fuck me, but without any protection, (even as good as I know he would feel inside me) I couldn't risk that with this stranger. 

I knew he would still pleasure me with those long fingers, and I wanted to pleasure him as well. While he continued to bring me to my edge (I was so close!), I twisted around and undid his belt and opened his slacks. Sensing my objective, he lifted his hips and allowed me to pull his trousers and shorts over his hips. Now his beautiful hard cock was directly in front of me. 

I took it in my hand and wrapped my fingers about its length. Then I bent over it and kissed its purple head, fluttering my tongue right along the top. I could feel him begin to squirm, but he never let in affect how he was pleasuring me. I licked along its length, but I couldn't wait much longer. I wanted to take his cock in my mouth and finish him. I wanted us both to cum together, and I couldn't hold back much longer. 

I let my lips slide over the head of his cock and my tongue swirled under its base. That momentarily stopped him, and I smiled at the pleasure I had just brought him. Then I began to fuck him in earnest with my mouth, wrapping my lips about him as if they were a tight pussy while letting my tongue enhance the experience.

We were both caught up in the moment and approaching our orgasms when we felt a clank and the ground shake. Shit! Was this an earthquake? Where were we? Oh fuck – the elevator! We'd completely forgotten where we were and someone below had pushed the button. We were starting to descend. He began to remove his hand, but I wouldn't have any of that now! I needed to him to finish me! I wanted to finish him!

I put my hand over his and was about to go back and finish him off with my mouth. Then he completely surprised me. He wrestled his hand away and swung his body around in one swift and fluid movement. Before I realized what was happening, he had pulled my panties aside at the leg and was kissing me down there.

Oh my God! My head was spinning. No one had ever done that to me. My husband thought it was disgusting, and here this stranger was taking me to sensual places I'd never known. As I was lost in my reverie, he looked up to me and told me to hurry before dropping back between my legs and letting that wonderful tongue go back to work at pleasuring me down there. 

I quickly wrapped my lips around the length of his cock again and let my head hungrily slide up and down its entire length. His own tongue seemed to instinctually know just what spots to hit. We both began groaning in unison. I could feel myself mounting! I could feel his balls tighten! I could feel my clit throbbing! I could feel his cock swelling! I could feel...... I could feel......

Oh God! We were both cumming! Our legs shot out straight. My cries were muffled by the volleys of cum that were exploding inside my mouth. His cries were muffled by my own juices. 

I continued to stay down on him and mouth fuck him until he had subsided, until I had swallowed the last of his passion (something so new and wonderful). He kept lapping at me until my hips began to relax. Then we both shot up to our feet, straightening and fastening buttons, zippers, and clasps. Still, he had one more surprise for me on our glorious elevator ride. 

He dropped to a knee, reached under my skirt and slid my panties off. Taking them under his nose and inhaling their fragrance, he told me he wanted them to remember me. Then he kissed me lightly on my lips just as the doors opened at the ground floor. 


We looked a bit disheveled, but nothing too much out of the ordinary as we exited and a janitor entered with the tools of his trade, grumbling about how long it took for the elevator to arrive. We giggled and walked out together careful to look professional, in case familiar eyes saw us together.

When we arrived at my car, I saw the ticket waiting for me and groaned at the reality of it. He simply took it from the windshield and told me not to worry about it. Then as I got behind the wheel and lowered the window he leaned in and gave me another slow and searching tongue kiss. When we broke it off, he slipped me his business card and told me he wanted to see me again, and again, and again.

His words made me so happy. When we first got off the elevator, I had feared that this might be a one-time wonderful experience between two strangers. As I pulled his mouth to mine again, I was content with the knowledge that this stranger would be there to teach me so much more – so much more than I had ever learned before our little ride together. 

Earlier in the day I had anticipated writing to Otis Elevator to complain about the operating functions of their lifts. I still plan to write them. However, I will be much more complimentary with my words. 



Going Down?



Damn computer system!

I was stressed out. I had to get out of this place and get something cold to drink. I was thinking about quitting my job when I stepped into the elevator. It has not been a fruitful night so far.

Usually my job is not this bad. As a tax accountant for an international corporation, I am well compensated for my training and advice. Unfortunately, it is tax time and the annual shareholders meeting is coming up, so I am compiling reports and generating tax documents at midnight on Friday when the damn computer system crashes.

Throwing my briefcase to the elevator floor, I punch the basement where our parking garage is located. It is going to be a quick ride even from the 43rd floor because at this time of night, there shouldn't be anyone else in the building. I was surprised when the elevator jumped to a halt at the 36th floor.

"Who from Payroll could be working at this hour?" I thought to myself.

The doors opened and Janet stepped through the doors carrying her trench coat and briefcase. She jumped when she realized someone else was in the elevator. Like me, she was expecting to be alone.

"You startled me!" she stated as she moved beside me to place her briefcase down. 

She placed her coat over her case and stretched to get her blood moving again after what appeared to be a long day. As she stretched, I thought her breasts were going to explode through her silk blouse as they pushed the material to their limit. I saw the outline of her nipples and blushed as she caught me admiring her feminine beauty.

"I'm sorry, long day. I wasn't expecting anyone else either." I commented as I turned my head away slightly so I could look at her through my peripheral vision. She reached into her blouse and adjusted a strap of her bra and I wished that it was my hand doing that instead of hers. 

Realizing that the doors were still open, I reached for the floor buttons and asked, "Going down?"

"Yes, please" she responded. I saw her reach her hand to her hair and twirl a strand in her fingers as the doors closed. I noticed that she was looking at me as the elevator started its slow descent again. 

"You're here late." She said.

"Yeah, but with the system down, I can't get anything done so I decided to get some relief." I explained.

"Me too. I was trying to complete my monthly reports before Monday but..." her voice trailed off. 

" I know. I'm so worked up I can't think straight" I complained to her as she shook her head in agreement. 

"When that system went down, I told myself the hell with this, got my shit and left" I continued.

"Me too. I so wound up, I don't think I'll be able to get to sleep when I get home."

"Maybe I can help you. At least one of us can get a little relaxation," I said as I reached for her shoulders. Facing me, I placed my hands on her shoulders to turn her around. She did not resist so I slowly began to massage her tense shoulders and neck.

"That feels great." she said as she released a deep sigh.

I continued massaging and occasionally would let me hand drop down her spine and back to work the pressure out. She continued relaxing and started to move her head around to help me. As we continued our descent, I would move my hands to her waist and use my thumbs to massage the small of her back and down to the top of her pelvis. Then I would slide my outstretched hands slowly up her back moving the tension out as I went up. My touching her was invigorating to me. I felt my manhood start to swell in my pants. I reached down and adjusted my tool in my pants so it wouldn't poke her in the back if she moved. 

We felt the elevator jerk to a stop and the bell went off announcing our arrival at the basement. The doors opened and the dimly lit basement loomed in front of us. Before I could take my hands off her back, she reached up and pressed to button for the top floor.

"I hope you don't mind but this feels too good to stop right now." Janet purred.

I just continued moving my hands as the elevator closed again and began climbing towards the 72nd floor. Within a few moments, Janet turned around and said, "It's your turn now."

She reached forward and placing her hands on my chest, she turned me around. She tried to reach my shoulders but with her being only five feet four inches and me being six feet two, she found it difficult. I decided to help out so I knelt down on my knees. She began to reciprocate the attention back to my shoulders and back. Her hands were strong on my aching muscles and I felt the tension rise out of me as she worked her magic. My tool was also rising as I concentrated on her touch. She worked my neck muscles with one hand as I felt her moving behind me. "O.K., time to work the front." She said as she used her hands to prompt me to turn around. When I turned around, I saw the loveliest pair of tits I had ever seen on a woman. She had removed her blouse and bra while she massaged my neck and dropped them to the floor.

Ding! The elevator had reached the top and she reached out and pressed the basement button again.

"It's time to go down," she said in a soft and husky voice.

I leaned forward and placed my face between those two glorious globes. Reaching up, I cupped them in my hands as my thumbs made circles around her nipples. Responding to my touch, her nipples became erect as I moved my mouth to suck on them.

"Now that's how I like to relieve stress." she stated as she leaned her head back as she enjoyed my tongue dancing on her erect nipples. I released her breasts and brought my hands under her short skirt. My hands explored her thighs and pelvis. I reached behind her and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand. Her ass was firm and smooth as I kneaded her cheeks pulling her even closer. I reached a little higher and looped my fingers into the top of her panties. As I tugged them down, she wiggled her ass so they would slide down easier for me. Holding her panties low, she stepped out of them and I began to smell the musky aroma of her pussy. As I grabbed her panties with one hand to toss them to the side, I felt her wetness in them. I pulled my lips from her nipple and spread some of her love juice on it for flavoring. Her scent and taste only made me hungrier.

"Oh God, that feels great." she exclaimed as her breathing began to get heavier. 

I reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. The looseness caused it to fall to the elevator floor. Stepping out of it, I got a chance to look at her exposed body.

"God, this woman is beautiful." I thought as I took this time to move my hips so my cock could get some more growing room. 

Ding! The elevator had reached the basement again and she instinctively reached for the top button and pressed.

"Back up again. Now, lets see what else is up." she cooed as she pushed me back causing me to fall backwards to the floor. She reached forward and began to loosen my belt. I raised my hips and when the pants were loose, she pulled them down. My cock jumped up through my boxers. She admired the redness of the organ for a moment and then grabbed at my boxers and pulled harder than before. Bending forward, she licked the head of my dick with her tongue and I spread my legs apart. My balls fell loosely between my legs and she reached down and cupped them in her hand. Her mouth began sinking down my swollen shaft as she played with my balls. I closed my eyes and dreamed of what was to come.

"Turn around." I commanded as she moved to adjust her weight. Doing as she was told, she climbed on top of me and returned her mouth to my dick. I wrapped my arms around her waist and took a deep smell of her wet cunt that was in front of me. I licked her outer lips and felt her shudder at the touch. I took one arm and reached out and began to manipulate her nipple. She squirmed and I dug deeper into her cunt with my tongue. I tongued her labia as I held her close with my other arm. I could feel her muscles rippling with each lap of my tongue. She continued pounding her head onto my dick and I returned the favor by pounding my tongue deep into her pussy. I pulled my tongue out and nibbled lightly on her clit. 

"Oh yes......yes" she squealed as I continued the rhythm on her clit and nipple. Her cunt was dripping wet and the combination of her juice and smell was causing animal lust to rise within me. 

"Ohhhhhh, I've got to have you in me." She squealed again as her breathing had turned to gasps.

Ding! The elevator had reached the top floor again. This time I reached for the button. Pressing the basement again I turned and looked into her eyes. She was engulfed with passion as she looked me and my rock hard dick.

"Time for me to go down again." I stated as the elevator began its descent again. 

I turned her over and laid her on the floor. The aroma of her cunt filled the elevator and my lungs. I reached for her knees and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. Her glistening pussy stared at me as if it knew that my dick was about to enter her steamy canal.

Leaning over her, I reached for her cunt with my hand and stroked her clit some more.

"No......I want your dick!" she barked. "Now!" she continued in a strained voice. She squirmed at the touch on her clit and her breasts were heaving with each breath she struggled to take.

Leaning over her, I grabbed my cock and led it home. The crown of my dick touched her outer lips and I could see her eyes roll back before she closed them. I moved my hand from my dick and grabbed her left breast. Squeezing her breast, I pushed through and into her pussy. Even though she was dripping wet, she was tight. Her pussy muscles squeezed my dick as it entered into her forbidden place. 

"That's what I want. Push it. Push it in Baby." she begged.

With a quick thrust, I rammed my solid tool as deep as I could get. Her legs strained to open further as I began to pound my cock into her pussy.

"Oh Jesus, Oh yes." She screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" was her command as her body danced to the pounding I was giving it. I felt my seed swelling deep inside me as she convulsed with her first orgasm. She shook and bit on her lip to keep from screaming again. As she continued her orgasm, I reached down and rubbed her clit while my dick continued dancing in and out.

"Oh my God! Yesssssssssss!" she hissed.

Her body recoiled in another orgasm. As she writhed beneath me, I grabbed her legs and pulled them up to get as deep as I could. With one final stroke, I exploded into her. I felt a release of tension I could only dream of as I unloaded my seed into her. I shook in ecstasy as she continued writhing beneath me. 

Ding! The elevator had reached the basement again. Since neither of us reached the buttons in time, the doors opened and I felt the coolness of the night enter into the elevator. There was nobody in the parking garage and with nobody in the building calling for the elevator, it just stood there with the doors open exposing our escapade to the world. We looked at each other and laughed. Getting up, I handed her clothes to her.

"Thank you." she responded.

"No, thank you." I replied as we looked into each other's eyes. We both knew what the other wanted to say but we left it unsaid. We just smiled and started for our cars.

"That was the best elevator ride I have ever had." she commented as she reached her car.

"I'll tell you, going down has a new meaning to me now." I responded as she smiled and got in her car.

Oh well, back to work tomorrow.



Going Down?



Tuesday afternoons are always the slowest in the mall. Few customers, even fewer purchases and, in my store, very little task work. Alan and I were bored out of our minds by 2:00 when he asked if he could take the trash out. 

"Actually," I said, "I was thinking about doing it, myself." Alan expressed surprise as I usually delegated trash duty to the part-timers, a perk of management, I suppose. But I was really in the mood for a change of scenery and it was a beautiful, warm day out, which I'd had little time to enjoy that morning. We decided to flip for it and I won. Boy, did I win...

No one had taken the trash out for a few days and several boxes and waste bags had piled up. I knew it would take some time and I planned to drag it out as long as possible. Loading up one of the wire frame carts with some broken down cardboard and a couple bags, I set off through the back corridors of the mall. As I rounded a corner to the freight elevator, I almost bumped into another cart waiting near the doors.

"Oh, sorry," I muttered as I pulled to a stop. I looked up to see two of the young women who work at one of the many fashionable clothing stores. Hell if I could remember which one, as I rarely frequented them, but their store always drew a glance from me on passing, though, because of the caliber of employees they hired—all female, all in their early twenties, most impossibly gorgeous. The two I had almost run into were prime examples.

"That's okay," said the taller of the two, a stunning, longhaired brunette with a porn-star body. She wore a short, tight red leather skirt beneath a white blouse that did nothing to hide the black lace bra beneath and the ample cleavage it accentuated. She was well tanned with bare legs that stretched forever until they reached her shiny black clogs. I was almost positive all of these clothes were available in her store.

"We're taking up the whole hallway here." She flashed an apologetic, yet flirty smile at me. I wondered how many guys she suckered into buying similar wardrobes to hers for their girlfriends. "Looks like you've got a lot of trash, too."

I smiled and laughed slightly. "You could say that." As the elevator arrived at our floor, I finally noticed the second girl as she moved to open the doors. I found myself even more intrigued by her. The first was the kind of woman you expected to see in a men's magazine or a good skin flick, but this one was the kind of gal I liked to think I could fall in love with.

She was about half a foot shorter than I, with a small, but very fit, build. Her body seemed so perfectly proportioned and natural under the flowery summer dress she wore. She had slightly pale skin, short, blonde hair and a round face fitted with beautiful green eyes when she glanced in my direction.

The three of us managed to load ourselves and our carts into the elevator, squeezing up against the wall, the brunette to my immediate side and the blonde beside her. After closing the doors I moved to press the lower floor button, but the brunette leaned in to do it first, her body pressing into mine, ample bosom cushioning into my chest. She smiled again and held for a moment too long (not that I was upset) before standing back again.

"You work at the bookstore, Jason?" she asked, staring at my chest. I glanced down at the name badge that hung there. It was an obvious question. I responded in the affirmative.

"I'm Lily," she said, extending her hand. She nodded to the blonde. "And this is Janice." I shook both their hands, lingering with the latter. "You probably know Janice. She comes to your store a lot." I realized I had seen her before, but only a couple of times. I remembered being intrigued by her but never having the chance (or the nerve) to talk. She seemed shy, but had a slight glimmer in her eyes that betrayed an intelligence and sense of adventure I wanted to know more of. Why hadn't I talked to her before?

At the compactor, I helped them unload their trash first, figuring a) this gave me more time away from my store and b) more time with the two lovely ladies. I made small talk and sly jokes, suddenly finding myself being much more charming than I would ever usually take credit for. I tried to make regular eye contact with Janice, but found Lily always there to distract me with smiles, laughter and progressively unsubtle touches. Janice seemed to take it in stride. She must have been familiar with her coworker's charms.

The girls continued to talk with me as I did my work, too, rather than return immediately. Finally, we all got back into the elevator and began our ascent. Just moments after we started moving, Lily slapped her hand on the stop button and pressed herself against me, grabbing the back of my head and smashing her lips forcefully against mine. It wasn't long before her tongue was plunging in. 

I was quite taken aback, but didn't resist. After a few stunned seconds, I started to slide my hands across her body, feeling the light fabric spread across her back and the pliable leather covering her tight ass. She parted from me and pushed me to a sitting position on one of our carts. 

"I'm going to suck your dick, Jason," she purred. I didn't want to argue, because said piece of my anatomy was straining in my jeans for attention, but I looked hesitantly at Janice. Lily noticed and licked the smile on her lips. "It's okay, Janice has seen me act like this before. We're roommates, you see. She's a little more reserved in the sex department than I am, but she does like to watch sometimes, don't you, you little voyeur?"

Janice nodded and smiled sheepishly, turning slightly red. "Let her suck you off, Jason. I'm told she's damn good at it."

I needed no more persuasion as Lily unbuttoned and unzipped me, freeing my cock from its cotton and denim prison. She started placing gentle kisses along the shaft and then the head. It had been months since my last sexual encounter and I felt like I could explode already, but I willed myself to relax and enjoy her ministrations.

Janice was right. Lily was incredible. Her tongue began sliding frantically about my thick penis, tracing veins and caressing taut skin with incredible ardor. She sighed and moaned sporadically in ways that made me feel she was having as much, if not more, fun as I. Where her mouth and tongue weren't, her delicate hand was, stroking me with just the right motion and firmness. 

Finally, Lily turned her attentions to the head, licking around its base with maddening slowness that had me squirming. I had that incredible feeling where you get so sensitive, it almost becomes unbearable. The tip of her tongue touched the opening and she held it in place as she pulled her head back, a band of saliva and precum stretching across. I looked up to Janice, who had started to lean in for a better view, biting her lip slightly, still flush, but from something more than embarrassment. I reached out a hand for hers and pulled her to sit beside me. 

Lily was now entering into the last phase of this blowjob I could take. She was engulfing my prick and bobbing up and down with precision, still using a hand for friction. I tossed my head back and moaned, and pulled Janice in to kiss her. We made out passionately and as I began to nuzzle her neck, I felt Lily pause with my cock halfway in her mouth. Her tongue flickered with incredible speed across the underside of the head. I could hold back no longer.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moaned into Janice' neck. She turned her head to watch as Lily sank my dick to the back of her throat as I shot my load in four or five solid spurts. She swallowed all of it and held me in her mouth as I withered. Janice was squeezing my hand still as I buried my head near her bosom and sighed contentedly. 

We waited a few minutes to get composed before continuing our journey. We were all fairly quiet as we came to the girls' back door, just a few down from mine. I stopped and turned to look at them. I thanked them, and leaned in to kiss Lily, tasting some of my saltiness.

"My pleasure," she replied. I kissed Janice next, and it was quite longer and more delicate. I had plans to see more of her, if she didn't feel awkward after all this. I touched her cheek and we smiled at one another.

Finally, they went in and I returned to my back room, wondering what I'd tell Alan, if anything, and what would happen next. Suddenly, working retail at the mall was much more exciting...



Going Down?



You nervously enter the main lobby, unsure of what is to come. You spy the attendant, 

"Yes I'm here to see the occupant of room 309." 

The attendant shows you where the elevators are. You approach the them and press the up arrow. Looking above to the bar of lights indicating which floor the elevator is presently on, you take a moment and brood on how crazy it is to be here, but you are too excited and too horny to miss out on anything that could possibly occur this day. Plus you've been waiting for this moment for some time now? 

The elevator comes to a halt and the doors open. Slightly surprised, I stand before you. 

"Hi there sexy, how are you?" I say, eyes twinkling. 

"Hello my dear - I'm ...I'm..." 

eyes scanning my form( a loose black knee high skirt, cream colored button up tight 'V' cut top and black high hilled sandals. ) swallowing with some difficulty, that is all you reply. 

I laugh a little shyly, blushing at your appraisal of me. "Oh, I'm sorry if I am late in meeting you in the lobby but, I just jumped out of the shower a few minutes ago."

I drop my eyes and they are somehow drawn to the outline of your bulging cock. The blush deepens. Little did I know what was about to become of me. 

So, throwing caution to the wind, I lean over gently wrapping my arms behind your neck and pull you close for a kiss. A little surprised, you returned my
affection quizzically at first then with an demonic intensity. I look at you, bewildered now, almost frightened, until you say, 

"Close your eyes." 

After a moment of self debate, I follow your order. You gently push me back against the wall, and hold my arms. You guide my hands to the handrail just about
the height of my waist. With a flourish you take out a bandana, I had not know was in your pocket, and begin to tie it around my head. 

"What are you doing?" 

I breathlessly whisper adding an evil smile to my face. 

"Shhhh," your mouth close to my ear, "or you will be punished." 

I try to disguise my grin, but not to much avail. I feel your mouth on mine, as you begin to kiss me. Then your tongue eases past my lips, to my tongue and you find it willingly playful. You put your hands on my front thighs and slowly raise them to my hips, up the side of my body, over my front, my breasts, my shoulders, to my neck, you grasp tightly and kiss me deeper. 

Stealthily, your hands slide down to the top of my shirt, you undo the first button. I let out a small shivering sigh. A second and third button seemed to give away with delight to your fingers, until the shirt is open and my flesh can be observed down to my waist. The air rushes out through your teeth when you see I am not wearing a
bra. 

You start to kiss and lick my neck lingering on my collar bone, as your hands dive under my shirt and grab my hips. Glistening saliva could be seen down my
neck to the center of my breasts - if I could see. Then you are forcing my left breast into your mouth, licking, sucking, and biting in wild abandonment. I begin to moan out of control only slightly hoping no one will decide to come a long and interrupt us - we ARE in the elevator with the doors open ...

Then, as I'm really starting to enjoy myself, you stop and momentarily seemed to vanish. I start whining, declaring the loneliness that is welling up in front of me. Declaring that I miss your hot mouth on my body. Declaring that I want more... so much more. 

The next thing I know, all of my right nipple is in your mouth, being bitten hard. I gasp and groan deeply as the shock begins to wear off. Your palms move from my hips, up to where your mouth is, on my breast. You begin to grope my breasts, molding them as if they were clay. Your fingers tweak and pinch the nipple as though it were a grain of sand, made to be played with. Deep, guttural moans emit from me, as you play with each plump stiff pink nipple. You move your marvelous mouth down so your hands can have more access, and make a sizzling trail from my breasts, to my bellybutton. 

That teasing tongue darts in and out of my bellybutton sending little slivers of flame up my body. I can't help myself and begin to take my hands off the railing to hold your head closer to me, but you sternly take my hands and replaced them on the rail. Removing your hands from my hips, you bring them down the length of my skirt and then I feel flesh at my knees. 

Your hands chute up my legs, under the skirt, and caress my thighs as you move up my legs. When you get to the point where the waistband on the skirt is, you hook your fingers over my panties and yanked them down. At this point, all I can do is feel you disrobe me. The tension is coiled tightly in my body as you bring my sea green panties down to my ankles and gently pull on one leg to be able to position me to take them off. 

Back from my ankles to my hips, you caress my legs and thighs. You lift my skirt a little, just enough to put your head underneath. I can feel you getting closer to my pussy, and I am starting to melt. I take my hands and put them against my skirt, where your head is, bringing your nose into my pussy. You give me a few taunting licks and then pull away quickly and stand up. 

You forcefully turn me around to face the wall of the elevator, where I can feel the coolness. Then you take one hand and wrap something around it and tie it to the railing. I faintly struggle, with little resistance - I totally trust you. The other hand follows and is tied to the railing. Your body fuses against my back, you breath into my ear. 

"That was for being a naughty girl" followed by that erotic chuckle of yours. "Now I'll have to punish you and then lick you, suck you, fuck you hard. I'll take you and treat you like my little slut, make you submit too, would you like that Dela?" 

You know it drives me crazy when you talk this way to me. As I nod my head in affirmation, I no longer feel you pressed against my back and am slightly
frightened, but only to feel your hands on my hips shortly after. You grab my hips and pull me. I awkwardly take a step back and am vulnerable at this point. I can feel my skirt being lifted, I feel flesh against me , your thighs are warm as they rest against my skin. I then feel that sweet hardness against the top of my ass. I know it is your long cock and I want it so bad right now, I wiggle my ass, to get it to rest between my soft firm cheeks. There is a little crack in the air, as your hand lands against my bright posterior. With a little jump, I let out a small wailing shriek. I realize that I have done something wrong and stand still. 

You gently caress my bottom again and then proceed to spank me over and over. I take my punishment with some pleasure. Then there is a wet feeling at my tail bone, and I realize it is your tongue. I croon my delight as you lick down the crack of my cheeks, to my waiting, very wet and warm pussy lips. You lick back up again, gently playing with my asshole. I begin to moan vividly, and if that was not enough, I feel a finger playing with my pussy lips. I am bent over, but still standing, and with knees shaking beginning to tire, but I can't resist that lush feeling. 

With a tongue playing with my anal hole and multiple fingers playing with my pussy and clit, I can almost scream from such profound pleasure. The tongue leaves me, as do the fingers, and I cry in withdrawal and frustration. Exhilaration hits me when I feel a bulge at my pussy lips. I know what it is and quickly push backwards, impaling myself on your wonderfully stiff hard cock. 

I push against my bondage railing, continuously impaling myself on your magnificent cock. Oh god it feels soooo good! You can hear me moan now, as I writhe against you. I smile in delight as I hear your moans as well... 

You spank me a few more times while I am fucking you, but I know this was no discipline, you were giving me what we both wanted. My orgasm is coming on quickly, and so is my pace fucking you. You then withdraw from my pussy, and again I am frustrated. 

I jiggle my ass in the air, as if trying to find your cock in the dark, hoping it will come home to my pussy. Once again, your hands land on my hips and I stay steady, waiting for your cock. The intense desire to have you back inside me is almost overwhelming. However, this time, it is aimed directly at my small puckered hole, and with one thrust, your shaft finds its way in! 

You can hear my screech, but hopefully nobody else will. I gasp in air for a few moments, while you just stay inside me, without moving - letting me adjust to your thickness. Once I recover from the initial shock, I become so excited. You hold onto my hips and begin driving yourself into me. Just as I catch my breath, you thrust deeper into me, and faster. The intensified confection of you pumping me has a dizzying effect. I had never been so completely fucked as this. You pick up the tempo even more, and your balls can be heard slapping against the wetness of my pussy lips. 

Your groans get louder and breathing more raggedly rapid - I know you are going to cum in my ass, and I love it. You fuck me wildly just like a rutting animal - hard, violent and untamed and I can't get enough. Just as you are ragingly coming in my ass, you reach around my waist and quickly rub my clit. This surprises me, and even more so, I feel that exquisite climax hit me instantly. Mixed sighs leave our mouths in almost unison as that glorious bliss blankets our bodies. I feel empty as you removed your cock from me. I whimper my hope for your return. You release me from my bonds, turn me around and force me onto my knees in front of you. You take off the bandana and smiling down at me: 

"Now time to suck my cock sweetie" your sexy tones whirling around me, "we'll see how good you're at it, and then I'll cum all over your face and breast, marking you with my cum as mine."



Going Down?



Every day it was the same goddamn thing. Up at 6, washed, dressed, and out the door by seven thirty, and at work by eight. Walk through the security checkpoint, clock in, take the elevator down to the second basement level, pick up that days work packets, then back up to the 7th floor for the day. Eight hours on floor seven. I'd been doing this for 18 months. Working here at Romentex, a company that thrives on making "Gee I'm sorry I liked that other chick's cunt while you were away" cards. Romentex was a company that tried to appeal to the last of the romantics, but failed miserably, so they started playing the 'I'm Sorry' game. And it was my job, along with 28 other people, to pick up design and text schematics for a new Hallmark card or Mylar balloon. And it was like that every day. Every goddamn day, the same thing.

Well... almost every day.

The thing about being me is this, when you're Amy O'Neil, no situation is permanent, and anything can happen. I had learned that so many times before. First with my estranged father on my 18th birthday, then with that hooker my boyfriend was seeing on the side, and then with my College Psych Professor. If you haven't heard the stories, I'll be sure to tell you later. Anyway, remember that daily routine I was telling you about? Well the most monotonous part was about to become the most interesting. It was that elevator ride down two stories, although there was about to be a lot more going down. 

Everyone clocks in at 8 at Romentex, except for the Artists and the big shots, they all clock in at Ten. 

One day, on my way home from work, I decided to stop in at a local Bar. Long story short, I came home with a Guy who had a very long.. em... story.... Man, did he fuck me. I don't usually talk so crudely, but there's no other word for it. There were no pleasantries, just his ten inch rod in my wet, slippery snatch. That and about 2 pints of cum dripping down my chin, and rolling off my tongue after he was done with me, then he left. And I fell asleep. 

When I woke up, It was 9:45. I was so very, VERY, late for work. I skipped the shower, i hopped out of bed, and immediately tried to wash the dry jizz off of my face and neck. I would deal with the stuff that had dripped onto my breasts when i got home. So i slipped a Black Bra and Panty set on and threw on a Long Black dress and flew out the Door. It was now 10:20 and I was worried that someone would notice I was late. I mean, Romentex has a security checkpoint, of course they'll notice, I have to give them My ID Card.. Oh Crap, my Card! 

As I pulled up, It was 10:28, and the Artists and Fat Cats were just arriving, I was hoping i could sneak in with one of them. I stood In line, straightened my hair, and then waited for my turn at the checkpoint. When it came, I explained that I had forgotten my ID, but that stupid fat pig of a guard wouldn't have cared If it'd burned down in my House, he wasn't letting me By. 

"George, I'll Authorize a Database Lookup." 

The person who had gone in In Front had turned around in hearing my predicament, and was helping me! The surly guard asked my name and SSN, and I gave it to him. He looked me Up in the computer, and Authorized me through by verifying my picture. He also printed out a temporary Security Pass. I was surprised that an Artist like this guy had so much power over these guards... 

"There ya go, Mr. Rollins, all set."

Mr Rollins, eh? Alright, so maybe this stud WAS a big Shot. Of course, I only noticed the stud part when tubby over there spat out that SIR part...

I got into the elevator with Mr. Rollins, and another guy, this one in a suit and tie, so definitely an Admin, run up. They were both probably in their early thirties, As the door started to close, I looked out and just before it closed, I saw the Fat Guard drop a match, igniting a small Oil Slick on the Surface on the pavement. The last thing I saw when the doors closed was the blaze erupting to the surprise of that guard. 

"FIRE!" I yelled. Mr Rollins responded with a shocked, "What?"

"That Guard out there started a fire!" 

The other Admin grabbed the emergency phone and dialed a 3-digit code, asked about a fire, and after about 30 seconds, hung it back up.

"The confirmed it" he said grimly. "It's a small one, but it got to the power switch-box on that level, which is in the guard post. It's fried the circuits. They said the elevator will probably..."

And then there was a sudden jolt that threw me to the ground. As I looked Up, I saw the two fat cats bracing themselves on the walls. I got up and the silence began. No one said a thing for at least Fifteen minutes. Finally, i couldn't stand it.

"MAN this is boring!" I sighed and sat back down on the floor of the elevator. 

"Hmmm..." Said the Unnamed Management and then he walked over to the Rollins. He whispered something into Rollins' ear. Rollins immediately straightened up.

"Ms. O'Neil..." He started. "Are you Management?" He asked...

Oh Shit. I was screwed.

"No."

"Well, are you an artist then?"

Again I forced to respond "No." (Goddamn Morals)

"Well..." 

And unless this guy was very stupid, it didn't take much reasoning to understand i was VERY late to work. 

"Well, are you a whore?"

I was completely thrown aback... was I a whore? Who did this guy think he was?

"Excuse Me?" I asked, genuinely curious. 

"Are you a whore, Ms. O'Neil? You see, me and Mr. Codding over here are very busy men. WE don't get a lot of... leisure time. I think that this little involuntary delay might be a good time to exercise our need for recreation..."

I was totally awestruck... this was the most straightforward any man had ever been about wanting to screw me. Although, to be honest, my past up to this point wasn't exactly chaste. So, staying with my Moral Code, I answered honestly. 

"Actually, Yes. Given the things I've done in the past, I guess you could call me a whore."

At that, Rollins and Codding both whipped out their dicks, straight through the zippers on their slacks. Codding hit the emergency stop button the the panel. Although we were already stopped, this way we wouldn't start until he wanted to. What I found amazing was how willing i subconsciously found myself to be a free fuck for these two horny fat cats. But never the less i was. 

"Stand Up" Rollins commanded. And I Did. Codding held me there and Rollins brought out a pocket knife, and sliced my dress right down the front, not touching my skin at all, but causing my dress to fall, tattered, to the floor. He then stared my down and he cut open my bra. He allowed me the honor of removing the panties, as the knife would not be as easily navigated there. I did so. He slapped me right across the face and I fell to the floor. 

"What the fuck was that..." But i was interrupted my Codding's thick cock jamming itself into my unsuspecting mouth. He started fucking my face before i was even aware of what was going on. When I finally did come to my senses, I was shocked yet again by the Long, thin shaft of Rollins zipping itself up my cunt, and riding me with no forgiveness... 

I was yearning to scream, but Coddings thick, steady cock would not relent. 

I started to relax. Rollins' long, smooth cock was sliding in and out of my wet, burning, snatch. He was going in and out again and again. I was starting to sway to the rhythm, my sweat soaked breasts and ass starting to follow the same beat as his gyrating hips. Codding's Balls Started Slapping me in the chin, so i grabbed them with one hand and started running my long, nimble fingers all around his sack. He shuttered slightly, then slapped me across the face, forcing his own cock out of my mouth. 

"I didn't tell you to do that!" He roared, and then slapped me again. I started to cry. Rollins kept riding me while he spoke, Panting all the while.

"Ms. O'Neil, you're tunnel is so smooth and tight, I could just run my cock all up and down you all day. You're dripping my dear. You're snatch..." he sighed "Is begginging to soak my thighs." He started fucking me VERY hard for a few seconds, and I screamed out in pain and pleasure. My Cunt Was Sore, and my tears were streaming. 

"But Codding is right. You Take too many Liberties." He stood me Up, and they each spanked me once. I was very confused. 

"I don't understand..." I sobbed 

"You Will. You must be punished!" And he threw me to Codding. Codding lifted me up onto his cock, forced me to wrap my legs around him, and then started fucking me while sliding his slithery wet tongue down my throat. His thick cock was grinding my raw pussy even more. Just when i thought I was going to pass out, something strange happened. Something i have never, ever experienced. Rollins' long, silky spire, dripping with my juices, was making it's way up my ass. I pulled away from Codding's tongue.

"What the fuck are you doing??! I can't!" 

"I'm punishing you." And he slammed his cock into my Virgin Ass. It was so Painful! Both of them were now standing, my wet breasts bouncing up and down to the pattern of them double-fucking me in this god forsaken elevator. That long cock pressing against my ass, lubricating my raw asshole with my own juices. And Codding, again forcing my mouth open for his tongue, bouncing my thighs and vagina up and down on his sturdy penis. He head must have been the size of a pool ball! They just kept doing this. Running me Up and down their torturous Cocks, ripping me apart as i screamed out of pain, pleasure, fear, and excitement. I came all over Codding. My cunt juices must have been flowing all down his legs. Rollins let out a yelp, and the suddenly stopped. 

They Threw me off their cocks, and as I stood there, looking at them, jackets now removed, Rollins approached me, and tossed me against the side of the Elevator. I slammed into it and slid to the floor, with no pain, but a large amount of confusion and fear. They stood over me and made me face their rods, which were now directly level with my nose. They both slammed there cocks into my mouth for a short period of time, ordering me to get them nice and wet. I did, and then they started jacking off in front of me. Codding barked,

"Open you're fucking mouth your dirty, goddamn, whore!" I did, and very soon after, these too respectable business men came all over me. My Face was dripping. White cream was dripping from my nose. My eyes were stinging, my hair was clumping. I immediately swallowed what little cum landed in my mouth. I had streams of white down both breasts, and falling off my hard nipples. There was even a small stream headed for my cunt. Eventually, They got dressed. One of them opened the emergency compartment at the bottom of the car. He grabbed a dress from the box. I suddenly realized that it was all staged! They just wanted to get their fun... and I had been used as a sex toy in some sick game. They gave me the dress after wiping off my cum. They both smiled at me, and Codding resumed the elevator. I was just staring at them. Not a word was exchanged, they got off on different floors, and that was it. NOTHING. Not even a word of 'Don't tell anyone.'

I quit the next week. 

I also received an unexpected 12,000 dollar severance bonus, courtesy of Rollins & Codding, C.E.O. and President of Romentex.



Going Down?



Author’s note: I wrote this for a sexy young friend of mine who didn’t believe in mature 24-year-olds. Feedback, as always, is appreciated. Particularly good feedback will be forwarded on to her.

*****

Vicki felt like Cinderella on the night of the big ball as she stepped off the elevator on the arms of Antonio: beautiful, well dressed people, beautiful penthouse reception, beautiful, olive-skinned date. She felt like she was stepping into a dream.

The brunette had worked in the same office as Antonio, her date, for nearly three years, but never really got to know him in that time. The young executive—just 28 to her 23—always looked like he was on his way to do something important and Vicki never thought he had given her a second glance. Apparently he had, stopping her in the halls just a few days ago and asking her if she was busy Friday evening. Despite his Italian good-looks and name, Antonio’s confident voice carried no hint of an accent. Looking into those dark eyes, how could she say no?

Vicki had spared no expensive when she went shopping for a dress. She felt that a man with Antonio’s persona demanded elegance mixed with sensuality, and that’s what she purchased: a slinky black number that oozed over her large breasts, slim waist, and full hips. The tight black material hung off her round ass and down her dancer’s legs, a long slit up the right side revealing an eyeful of her shapely, stocking-clad leg.

The party was already in full swing, the room filled with elegantly dressed business men and women from the company, the soft murmur of conversation comforting to her ears. Servers in white tuxedos filtered through the dark suits and beautiful evening gowns. Floor to ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the nighttime cityscape.

Antonio paused at the elevator as though waiting for someone to announce this attractive couple’s arrival. He smiled at a few people before they made their way to the bar. “What would you like, my dear?” Antonio asked, his deep voice confident and suggestive. The dark gaze that met her hazel eyes flashed with excitement. 

“Vodka martini please,” she said, batting her long lashes. “With a twist.” Her heart fluttered and she was forced to look away, pretending to adjust her soft brown hair in the reflection of the window. She’d pinned it up earlier that evening and liked the way it showed off her slender neck. In the reflection, she caught Antonio staring into the deep scoop of her black dress, down into her shadowy cleavage. Her full lips formed a soft smile. Tonight was going to be fun, she knew it.

Receiving her martini, the couple mingled through the room. At one point, they got split up, but Vicki made sure to keep him in sight at all times. How else was she going to tease him properly? When she was sure he was looking, she’d absently run her fingers along the tanned skin of her collar bone, or sip her cocktail suggestively, or pretend to drop something, only to bend at the waist and pick it up.

Antonio wasn’t the only one who had noticed the young minx. Several other men cast furtive looks in her direction. She could feel their eyes on her ass, or caught them talking to her bosom, not her face. Vicki didn’t mind the attention. In fact, she got a quiet thrill from it, but she had already decided that she was going home with the man who had brought her here. 

She just hoped that was soon. All the teasing, all the stares, all the booze was getting to her. She felt flushed. She felt wet. By the time she sauntered across the room in her four-inch stiletto heels, she was brimming with sexual tension. She needed release and was suddenly prepared to be a little bit more straight-forward to get it.

The brunette ran her fingers softly across Antonio’s shoulders, feigning a yawn as their eyes met and sparkled. “Are you ready to leave, dear?” he asked, finishing his conversation with another couple.

She adjusted the dark lapels of his suit coyly, tightening his tie. He smelled of expensive cologne. She looked up at him shyly and said, “Oh, I’m so ready.” His deep brown eyes smoldered with a lust that had been building all through the evening.

“Let’s say our goodbyes and we’ll be on our way.” Vicki was horny. She wanted to leave now, but she knew that pretenses had to be made. She clung to his arm as he walked around the room, shaking hands and nodding goodbye. Antonio seemed to sense her impatience and was probably shorter with the last few people than was appropriate, but at that moment, Vicki didn’t care, and neither did Antonio.

As soon as the elevator doors were closed, they were all over one another. Vicki plastered her curves against his masculine frame, their lips coming together in a fevered kiss. Tongues dueled for dominance and she felt his hands slid up and down her body, over her hips, over her ass.

She broke the kiss as abruptly as she had started it, looking over at the elevator buttons. There was no way she was going to make it home. She needed this man now. She hit the Emergency Stop button and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Antonio’s confused expression turned into a sly grin.

No words were spoken as Vicki slid to her knees, running her fingers over the outside of his expensive trousers. She felt him beneath, hard and throbbing. She needed to see it. She needed to hold it. Looking up at him with her large, hazel eyes, she wordlessly unbuckled his pants, freeing his beautiful cock from his silk boxers. She played with it, marveling at how soft the skin was as she smeared the clear precum over its length. She loved to play with a guy before taking it into her mouth. She loved to tease. 

“You have a beautiful cock,” she said huskily. Her smile was anything but innocent, and before he could say another word, she closed her mouth around it.

Antonio leaned up against the golden handrail of the elevator, watching as his date sucked the head of his erection into her mouth, swirling it expertly with her tongue. She kept her hazel eyes on his, watching as he shifted focus from her eyes, to his cock sliding in and out of her wet mouth, to the deep cleavage that her slinky black dress was offering him.

Vicki loved giving head. She loved watching the guy’s face as he slowly gave in to the warmth of her mouth. She loved to please and could feel her own quivering sex grow wet. But right now, she needed him. She didn’t stop the elevator just for her date. She needed to feel him in her and she needed it now.

When he was swollen to fullness, she pulled her mouth from him with a loud slurp and stood up, making sure to rub her tight body against his saliva-slick member. Her lips inches from his, she whispered urgently, “I need you,” before slamming her mouth against his.

They made out like animals as they gyrated and jockeyed for position in the stopped elevator. Antonio slid his hand up the slit of her dress, pulling it higher along her legs. He wasn’t surprised when he felt the tops of her stockings, discovered the garters that she wore. A creature of this much sexuality wouldn’t wear anything less. His fingers came in contact with the soaked gusset of her panties and she moaned loudly into his mouth.

She spread her legs as his fingers pulled the thin silk from her sticky lips. “Oh God!” she moaned, “fuck me!”

Quickly obliging the heavily sexed woman before him, he twisted her dress so the slit was in front. She lifted her leg to the hand rail, hooking the stiletto heel behind it to ensure she was wide open for him. She pulled her tiny black g-string to the side, exposing the shaved lips of her sex to Antonio for the first time. The Italian man ran his cock along the smooth and swollen folds before pushing into her. “Uhh!” Vicki grunted. He took her hips in his hands and pushed all the way into her. “Yes!” she groaned as the elevator shook with their coupling, filled with the sounds of slapping skin and her panting.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Vicki moaned with each thrust. She had been waiting all night for this. She was close. She could feel it. She could feel herself rising as his gorgeous man slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. “Uh, UH!” she groaned. She felt her g-string snap under her trembling fingers but didn’t care. She could see the edge. Her orgasm in sight, she bucked her hips with a renewed fever.

And then, suddenly, a detached voice crackled over an intercom and asked, “Do you need assistance?”

“UH! UH! OH! FUCK ME! HARDER!” Vicki moaned, just on the verge.

“Um...” the detached voice stammered. “Miss, I’m afraid I’m going to need to reactivate the elevator.”

“OH, FUCK! YES!” she screamed as her orgasm finally washed over her. Her pussy clenched the beautiful man’s throbbing cock as her body burned with passion, the fire of her pussy spreading fast along her body, through her hair, and down the tips of her fingers. She clawed at his back, she bit her lip as she gasped for air.

When she came down from her orgasmic high, the elevator was moving, making its slow decent down the shaft. By the time they got to the parking garage, they had readjusted their clothing and looked somewhat presentable. Vicki watched as Antonio positioned his aching erection back into his pants. She ran her fingers over it as she pressed her warm body into his. “We’ll take care of that, don’t worry,” she promised.

They walked quickly to Antonio’s shiny black Jag, Vicki’s heels clicking urgently along the concrete floor. Antonio kept his hand on her ass or along the roll of her hip, urgently prodding her along. The sound of his alarm turning off echoed through the empty garage. Level 3 was practically empty, Antonio’s Jaguar sitting in the corner under a glaring lamp.

“I can’t wait for home,” he whispered urgently in her ear. “I think I’d crash the fucking car!”

She smiled over her shoulder, reaching up and releasing her long, brown hair. It fell in waves, catching the light of the garage like a halo. “We wouldn’t want that,” she said. Her fingers played with the spaghetti straps of her dress before she pushed them off her tanned shoulders.

Antonio licked his lips, his heart racing. He couldn’t believe this woman, or what she was doing to him! He watched as she pulled the tight dress down along the curves of her body, slowly unveiling the graceful line of her naked back. He could see the swells of her large breasts, the dimples of her lower back, the lacy garter belt cinched around her slender waist. The dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but heels, stockings and a garter belt.

Looking over her shoulder, she said, “Well, what are you waiting for?” She began to slink towards the car, rolling her hips as she walked. When she got to the car, she put a leg up on the bumper, her firm buttocks tightening with the movement, and removed one of her strappy stilettos. Straightening up, her lean body stretching upwards, she smashed the glaring light above his car.

Suddenly, the two stood in the much softer light that seeped in from streets below, from the full moon, and from the more remote lamps of the garage. She turned at last and sat up on the car. “Well, what are you waiting for?” Her full breasts were illuminated like satin in the soft lighting, lightly tanned like the rest of her body, with light brown nipples hard and high.

She spread her legs on the car and Antonio’s eyes traveled down her flat stomach, over her silver belly ring, right down to the moist juncture between her legs. As he’d briefly noted before plowing into her in the elevator, she’d shaved herself bare but for a little landing strip of trimmed dark hair above her blossoming folds. With her legs spread, she ran her hand down over her breasts, along her stomach, and across her sex. She traced her middle finger over her hood and down into her slit, pushing it in briefly before pulling out, slick with her excitement.

“Well?” she said, raising her eyebrow.

Antonio was discarding his expensive suit as he rushed towards her. She laughed as he fumbled like a child and jumped off the hood. “Would you like me on my back, or from behind?”

Not waiting for an answer, she turned her back to him and bent over the hood of the car, her legs spread enough for her plump pussy lips to peak out invitingly. He reached her, pushing her harder against the car. The act of sudden aggression sent a thrill through Vicki and she actually purred. Not wasting any time, he buried himself deep into her velvet sheath.

“Ohhh, fuck that feels g—good!” she moaned as he began to pump her, his hands almost painful on her hips. He took her hard, harder than she was used to, and loved it. She loved the way his expensive car shook with each thrust, or the way her sweaty tits smeared across the shiny black paint. “Harder! Fuck me harder!” she begged.

His hands traced up her body, groping at her tits and pulling her up against him. The act of standing up tightened her pussy along his pistoning shaft, filling her up even more. “OH!” she groaned as his hands began to roughly squeeze and need her DDs. “FUCKFUCKFUCK!!” she cried out. He fucked her harder, his hips slapping against her full butt cheeks. His fingers pinched her nipples, merciless.

When she felt his teeth graze across her shoulders, across her neck, she knew that her orgasm was going to be intense. “You like this?” he hissed into her ear, running his tongue across the lobe. She shuddered and his teeth nibbled down her neck. “Oh, HARDER!” she urged, her whole body crying out. Her breathing was shallow, ratcheting through the warm air of the parking garage. His teeth bit down on her shoulder, white pain flashing through her body.

That was it. Her vision flashed like paparazzi as her body exploded.

Vicki was going crazy, thrashing her hair around wildly as she came hard. Her cunt rippled and clenched at Antonio’s cock. “Oh God!” he yelled as he felt his own balls clench. “Hang on, baby!” he croaked as his seed spilled into the depths of her pussy.

As she felt the hot liquid explode into her womb, she was racked with another orgasm, barely on the heels of the last. “Uh! Oh God! Ohgodohgod!!!”

When the smoke cleared, Antonio’s sweaty body lay collapsed on top of her, each trying desperately to regain their breath.

“Wow,” Vicki said, turning her head and kissing him tenderly. “That was the best fuck of my young life.” She could feel his come slowly seep from her hairless pussy lips.

“Well, the night is young,” Antonio whispered, promise in his voice. They groaned as he pulled his limp member out of her. “And you haven’t felt anything yet…”



Going Down?



Looking around the huge oak table I could see the presentation went well.

"So, Gentlemen, all the projections are approved? Any changes, questions?"

Everyone was smiling, already talking about the project. "Then, that's it. Thank you Gentlemen." And they began to leave the conference room.

The CEO headed over to me - said the presentation went quite well, and asked if I would be interested in having a drink with him to discuss working together on future projects. I took a quick look at my watch. The meeting ran longer than anticipated so I had to refuse his invitation, but he did make me promise a rain check.

I gathered the presentation boards and videotapes, said my good-byes and headed to the elevators. I pressed the Down Button and leaned my boards against the wall. This is such a beautiful building, I thought, walking over to the windows. The view from the 25th floor was incredible extending all the way from downtown out to the ocean. I hadn't realized the sun was already setting. A huge fiery ball sinking into the horizon.

"I wonder how much longer until the elevator gets here?" I said aloud.

"Oh, at this time of day it takes a while." a man's deep voice said.

Startled, I turned around.

"Didn't mean to sneak up on you." he said, laughing.

"No, it's okay. I was lost in the sunset and didn't hear you." I said.

And then we did what people do while waiting for an elevator to come. Nothing. We did not talk, did not look at each other. Just two people standing. Waiting.

The doors finally opened and he waited for me to get in before entering. As he pressed the button for Lobby I took a quick glance at my elevator companion. He was an attractive man and seemed to be in pretty good shape, noticing his black loafers. He was wearing well-cut gray slacks, a crisp pale blue dress shirt, patterned tie, and a textured sports coat. His face and hands were bronzed maybe from vacation, playing a sport perhaps? He was holding a black leather, thickly filled Appointment Book.

Taking another look at my watch I sighed. "I'm really running late now."

Clearing his throat he said "I'm sure the man you're meeting will wait for you." 

I could feel his eyes looking me over. I was getting the feeling he was undressing me, seeing beneath my clothes. I mentally reviewed what I was wearing as his eyes took me in. My mid-thigh length black skirt, matching jacket, with tiger print trim on the collar, my sheer pink lace camisole top, scoop neck. I could feel his eyes moving down my body to the smoky black stockings on my legs and black patent leather high heels. I consciously positioned my body in order to give him a sexier pose.

Turning my head I locked my eyes into his. "Yes, he'll be there. I'm definitely worth waiting for." I said with a girlish laugh.

"Yes, I can see that." he said, nodding his head. "I know I'd wait for you."

He had the most seductive voice. Kind of low, with the hint of what? A southern gentleman's accent? The way he spoke those words, well, I almost melted feeling a warmth overtaking my body.

And then it happened! There was a sharp jolt from the elevator coming to a very abrupt halt that not only scared me but threw me up against him hard! My breasts crushed into his chest. "OH!" He dropped his leather book and had his strong arms around me. "Are you alright?" he asked. I was already beginning to panic. I did not want to move. 

"We stopped. We are not moving. And I don't like this." I said nervously.

"It'll be all right. We'll be going in a minute." As if his words would make us move faster.

I could feel his arms holding me. It felt so safe. One of his hands moving down my back, stopping right at the base of my spine. I closed my eyes for a moment and rested my head on his chest, took a deep breath to try to calm me. He smelled so good.

"I'm all right. Just a little nervous." I said as I began to pull away to straighten my jacket. "This is the first time I've ever been stuck in an elevator."

But his arms would not release me. Instead they held me closer so that I could feel his body pressed to mine, the muscles in his arms safely wrapped around me. All I could think about was how good it felt to be held. Protected by him. 

I stopped thinking about moving away, in fact, I pressed closer to him, my breasts rubbing against him making my nipples hard. They were poking through my flimsy pink lacy bra and sheer camisole top. One of his hands slowly glided up my waist, around my stomach, and up to my breasts. His fingers finding my nipples, pushing through my top. He took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and rubbed it until they were hard points. 

He brought his mouth slowly to mine, our lips colliding from the smoldering lust. My tongue found its way into his mouth teasing around his tongue until I sucked it into my hot demanding mouth and began to pull on it. Gently. Pulling. Sucking. Just like I would do if it were his cock. I felt his rock hard bulge in his slacks straining up against me begging to be released.

His hands were on my skirt, pulling it up to my waist. Fingers grabbing hold of my ass. "Mmmmmmm." I moaned when his hands squeezed my cheeks forcing me tighter. He pulled me so close I thought his cock would explode it was so rock hard.

"Your perfume is intoxicating." he said in a husky voice as I felt his hot breath on my neck, in my ear, against my cheek. He put his hands firmly on my shoulders and turned me around so that my back was up against the elevator wall, he was bending down, kneeling between my high heeled legs spreading them further apart. His hands glided up my ankles, up my calves, at the knee, his mouth. His tongue licking, oooooo I groaned, up my thighs, his hands, his mouth, his tongue performing magic at my core.

"I heard him say "Oh baby. Thigh high stockings" and I knew he would see my black lacy thong. His fingers rubbed between my legs. I responded by opening wider and could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter for him. My hands were on his head, fingers tangled in his hair. His hand roughly pulled at the sheer lace holding my thong together and there was a ripping sound as it fell to the floor.

His mouth hungrily latched onto my clit. His fingers opened me up even further as he continued to suck my little nubbin making it even more sensitive swelling with desire. Inside my head I was screaming for more!

"ooooooOOOOO! I could not hold in my moan. His mouth buried deep, so deep between my legs, his tongue probing my pussy. So wet that my juice was dripping down the inside of my thighs.

I pushed his head closer. So close that I thought he might suffocate between my legs. His fingers opening my lips and his tongue going deeper into my wetness, exciting me more, my pussy responded to his tongue fucking, licking, lapping up my sweet nectar. There was no stopping him and I was lost in the pleasure.

I leaned against the wall letting him push his tongue deeper and deeper, his mouth hard against my pussy lips.

Every single nerve ending in my body was hot with desire. He must have felt it, too, because at that moment he pulled me closer with one of his hands that had been caressing my ass and with the other hand he teased my tight, pink hole, which just made me hotter. 

My body was in overdrive and I could feel the most intense orgasm rising beginning from my toes flowing upwards! "OH MY GOD!" I was screaming. I didn't care if anyone heard me. "YessssssssSSSSSSSSS.....I'M CCCCCUUUUUUMMMMMINNGG! ooooooOOOOO." I couldn't breathe.....I couldn't catch my breath.......every cell in my hot body was cumming. 

My hips pushed my soaking pussy into his face rocking back and forth. His mouth caught all my wetness. His tongue around my clit, encircling it, over and over, sucking on it. I wanted his tongue deeper as I continued to cum and cum for him. My legs were weak, my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode.

I had to finally push his head away. I had to breathe. He was standing up facing me. I could see my juices covering his face. His full lips shiny with my cream. He bent his head down towards me bringing his mouth to mine. I could taste myself on his lips. 

As if by some unspoken word he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and as he took his oh-so-hard cock out I turned around and faced the elevator wall, arms holding onto the rail, high heeled legs spread apart, skirt pushed up at my waist, my naked ass, thigh high stockings. Inviting him.

His body moved close to mine, his thighs touching me, one of his hands on his cock as he guided it into my wet pussy, taking him in easily with one long hard push. His hands on my hips thrusting his stiff, strong shaft deeper and deeper inside my pussy. Over and over again.

His breathing became faster. I could scarcely catch my own breath. His balls slapped against my ass. Skin so hot from the friction of his fucking I thought I would be scorched. Our bodies grinding hard against each other, the sound of flesh against flesh sprinkled with beads of passion. We were both caught up in the animalistic lust of the moment concentrating on the pleasure we were both taking.

I knew I was going to cum again. I was moaning. Begging. Groaning "I'm cumming. Harder now. Harder. Oh yesssssss. Yesssssssss.". His cock was gaining strength. Harder. Stiffer. Filling my pussy with his thick rod. Oh God, he was moaning. Grunting with his efforts. His body stiffened and then dear Lord, I felt his hands move from my hips to around my waist pushing, ramming, driving his cock hard into my hot lusting pussy. As if on cue we both exploded. My spasms. His heat. My orgasm was released. His cum surged into my pussy. Our juices mingled fused together, free. Free from our burning heat!

As I lowered my head forward trying to rest a moment I felt his head on my neck. His chest against my back, collapsing from the intensity of our lust. He kissed my neck, my shoulders, my back, slowly separating and all I could say in a low hoarse voice was "wow! That was incredible", turning around.

"You are incredible," he said.

"hhmmm...thank you." as I began to straighten my skirt and jacket.

I thought it was really amazing that we just had wild unrestrained sex in an elevator car and were still pretty much dressed. Maybe wetter and flushed, but mostly dressed.

He bent down and picked up my black lacy thong. Ripped. It couldn't be worn anymore.

"I'll just have to replace these." he said with a wickedly mischievous smile on his lips.

"Yes, you will." I said laughing with a slight blush.

He took the passion-torn lacy thong and slipped it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

I moved closer to him to straighten his tie moving my lips close to his, pressing my mouth against his for a kiss. 

There was a big jolt! And the elevator began to move again. Reality. I had been so caught up with our heat I had not minded being stuck in the elevator. We picked up our books and papers and collected ourselves. I reapplied my lipstick.

"It was nice to meet you." I said.

He responded with "You are a very sexy woman."

And there we were. The Lobby. The elevator doors opened and we got out. The guard downstairs was saying something apologetic to me as I signed out. A switch had inadvertently been turned off. But, I wasn't listening. I was watching Him walk through the big glass door leaving the building.

And with a smile on my face I left the building too.



Going Down?



He entered the elevator with his head down and his eyes on the document in his hands, just another busy executive making use of every moment. In the rear corner of the car, her attention sharpened and her eyes quickly scanned him.

He stood about five foot six and couldn't weigh more than 140 pounds. She weighed about that as well, but it was spread across a broad shouldered frame that was just an inch or so short of six feet tall. The result was that she looked like an Amazon warrior, statuesque and strong, yet clearly feminine.

Her last steady piece had called her Xena because of her powerful build and her sexual aggression. That aggression was the key element of her sexuality. She seldom allowed herself to come before her lover did, usually riding him until he came, then following with her own orgasm. It was actually difficult for her to come before her man. She described the feeling of a man coming within her and his moans as foreplay to her. So strong and dominant was she that she almost never tied her lovers to maintain control. It was so much more fun to simply force them to do her will.

But as thrilling as it was to physically dominate and control her lover, it was even more thrilling to hunt and take sexual prey in public places. It was that need that had brought her to this high rise office building. She had already ridden from lobby to top floor three times, watching for the right target.

She had taken prey, as she thought of it, almost a dozen times now, and each time the thrill of the hunt, the chance of being caught, and that tricky time between her initial assault and her victim's acceptance of his fate made her pussy gush and her heart pound. 

As all this crossed her mind, the elevator stopped and several people got on, to her delight. It made her target have to move deeper into the car, which he did casually, never looking up from the papers in his hands. She quickly but unobtrusively positioned herself both closer to him and between him and the car's door. He seemed fairly attractive, but that wasn't her concern. A hard cock and a man she could physically overpower if need be were her criteria. 

She continued to watch him, confident that he was headed towards the top floors of the eighty story building because he paid no attention to the floors as they passed. As the crowd dwindled, she eased back until she was against the car's rear wall and just a foot or two off his left shoulder. Finally, everyone but the two of them had gotten off. There were just three floors left to go to the top, and she could see the button lighted for the top one. As the door closed behind the last rider, she dropped her cell phone in front of the man she planned to fuck within the next few minutes. 

He bent to retrieve it, as she had bet he would, and she reached across him with her long arm and pushed the STOP button on the panel. At the same time, as he began to straighten, she grabbed him by the back of the coat collar, spinning him, and almost slamming him into the wall at the rear of the car.

"Hey, goddamn it, what are you doing?" he yelled as she stepped in behind him and put her forearm across his neck, keeping his face pinned against the wall, as she moved her body in against his hips, forcing them to the wall as well. He was effectively pinned although he struggled hard to get free. She towered above him, and was clearly the more powerful of the two, especially with the element of surprise on her side.

The feel of him struggling against her sent a flood of heat to her pussy, as she whispered in his ear, "Relax. No one is going to hurt you."

The female voice surprised him. He had been so concentrated on his work that he had no idea who else, if anyone, was still in the car with him, until he saw the cell phone on the floor before him and without thinking, bent to pick it up. When he felt himself being spun into the wall, he assumed he was about to be mugged, but now the strong but decidedly female and sexy voice in his ear stopped his struggles for just a second.

That second was all she needed. The next thing he knew, a hand had snaked up between his legs from behind and grabbed his crotch, cock and balls. That grip was strong enough to make him fearful, yet knowing enough to make him begin to stiffen. 

He also felt the woman's pelvis thrust against him, keeping his hips pinned and him off balance. The forearm across the back of his neck, and the weight behind it was sufficient to make him consider going along with his assailant, at least until he got his wits about him again. Her tits in his back felt large and firm.

She gave him little time for that however. He could hear the rustle of clothing behind him, even as she told him that he should relax and stop struggling. Soon, she stepped even closer to him, grabbing his right wrist and pulling his arm behind him. He groaned, but he wasn't sure if it was from pain or the excitement of being manhandled by this woman. One thing he knew -- his cock was getting hard and he was more and more inclined to see where this was headed. 

She took the other wrist and pulled it back, then gathered them both in one large hand and pinned them in the small of his back, while her other hand reached around and unfastened his slacks, dropping them to his ankles and further reducing his ability to resist. Her hand quickly slipped inside his boxers and she found a surprisingly generous handful of cock, rapidly growing into a very nice hardon. It always surprised her how many small men had large cocks.

Forcing her right thigh between his legs, she pressed him even harder to the wall, while her leg pressed between his ass cheeks. "Little man, that's a nice dick you have. Now, I don't want to hear a lot of talking or arguing from you, but if you do what  

I say, I promise it will be worth your while. Now we only have a few minutes, so just do what you're told, alright?" 

When he didn't answer she squeezed his balls just enough to get his attention. "I said, alright?"

He nodded, rubbing his cheek against the wall where she kept his head pinned wither forearm. She slowly but firmly began to stroke his cock, first pulling his boxers down till his genitals and his ass cheeks were exposed. She went back and forth, jacking his dick and then kneading his ass cheeks. Soon all thoughts of resistance left his mind and pleasure became his purpose. 

She sensed it when his body relaxed, and eased up on the pressure she had on him. She turned him quickly and squatted in the same motion, taking his cock in her mouth and sucking deep. Before the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, he was hers. As she bobbed up and down on his cock, he put his head back and relaxed, loving the feeling as she virtually attacked him. Her hands closed on his hips and she literally pulled his ass forward to meet her falling head as she sucked and pulled at his cock.  

With his hands free, he placed one on each side of her head and fucked her face, sliding his long thin cock in and out of her mouth, as she drooled and slurped at him. 

It wasn't long until he felt his balls begin to tighten and draw up beneath his cock. She felt it too, and quickly stood, opening her blouse and feeding her solid medium sized tits right in his face. Seizing his hands as he reached for her tits, she pinned one arm to each side and fed him the sweet meat of her breasts, while refusing to let him touch them. He bit and sucked and chewed at them as she forced them into his mouth and face.

His attentions soon had her pussy on fire and she stepped back just long enough to shuck her skirt, leaving her pussy bare, since panties hadn't been part of her plan this morning. She stood just two feet away and toyed with her clit and a pussy that was almost bare, with just a narrow patch of hair just above her slit. Her fingers slid briefly inside her pussy, between the fully meaty lips and the puffy mons, glistening with juice as they reappeared. Reaching her fingers toward him she watched as he sucked them, tasting her juices and never taking his eyes from hers. He was conquered alright. No doubt about that.

Stepping close, she reached down and grabbed his cock in her hand, stroking it several times and spreading several drops of precum across the head of it. She then raised one leg and placed his cock head at the mouth of her cunt. Her height made it easy to slide down on to his solid shaft and begin to work her pussy up and down. She soon had one long leg wrapped around his waist and hips and was slamming her pussy onto his cock ,taking more and more control of the action. At the same time, she pinned his hands above his head, their fingers entwined and their bellies slapping loudly against each other. With her free hand, she reached around and played with his ass, squeezing and pulling and running a long finger up between his ass cheeks and teasing at his asshole. His breathing became hoarse and labored as he strove to get more and more cock into her.

She was wet and he was close to coming when she looked him right in the eyes. "Give me that cum! I want to feel your hot sperm way up in my belly", and she bent her knees suddenly, driving his cock all the way to the back of her cunt. He came at once, shooting into her gain and again, as his slender cock lurched and twitched in her pussy. 

Once she felt his cum burning in her belly, she came as well, streaming juices across his cock and down across his balls as well. They ground and thrust at each other for several moments, she gave him a deep tongue filled kiss, and stood on tiptoes to slide his cock out of her pussy. Bending to grab his boxers, she grinned. "These are my trophy," she said. 

Spent and blown away by what had happened in just five minutes, he nodded weakly and watched as she punched the STOP button again and walked off the elevator when the door opened. 

He had just gotten his pants back on when the car hit his floor and the door opened.



Going Down?



If there's one thing I hate more than school in summertime it's job hunting. I fully admit I'm not the best at interviews, I get nervous, I get anxious, even when it's not really a job I even want I still have an uncanny knack of blowing it. 

I'd been looking around for something other than mind numbing temp work for sometime but hadn't had much success. Not being in my own country didn't help my prospects either. I'd floated over to Australia from Old Blighty six months ago, the originally plan being a one month holiday, see the sights, lay on the beach, get a tan and head back home. But something had happened. I'd fallen in love with the place and now I couldn't bring myself to leave. Because of this I'd been forced to lead the life of the casual worker. One day I'd be manning the reception desk for a inner city law firm, the next I'd be pretending I could make cappuccinos at the local cafe. I'd been a typist, I'd been a dishwasher, I'd pulled pints, I'd even worked a day as a check out chick before realising I had to get out of this go nowhere rutt. It was time to find some steady work. 

Of course this wasn't easy. Even though I'd made the decision to give up my UK citizenship and become a permanent Aussie resident I was still waiting for that to come through so until then I'd have to get by on temp work, a thought I found less than appealing. What also didn't help was the fact that I had no real idea what I wanted to do with my life. I'd drifted between jobs for the last five years as a means to an end but now at 23 I was beginning to realise I'd never found a career that I wanted to pursue long term. I sat down and began to think about what kind of work I would find rewarding. I didn't mind the office environment as long as it wasn't too dry. Ok, so rule out accounting firms, legal practices etc. I liked being in a creative space. Although I'm not particularly talented in any creative field, I'd always found being surrounded by people that were to be quite stimulating. Television? advertising? They sounded good. Great, I was finally narrowing it down. I knew I wouldn't be any good at the creative side of things but I could certainly assist those that were. I had good organisational skills, my previous casual work had taught me to type, answer a phone and make a half decent coffee, all the prerequisites for...(drum roll)...Personal Assistant! 

I closed my eyes and imagined myself in the role, helping out some suave business man and for once the idea of work didn't seem too repulsive. This will probably prick up the hackles on the backs of the women's lib movement but I quite liked the idea of looking after a man. Don't get me wrong I'm not a pushover but having recently watched series one of Mad Men I began to imagine myself as the high heeled, short skirted, tight pink knitted pull-over wearing blonde bombshell PA. I liked this 1950's dream, except I'm not blonde, I don't own a pink sweater and even if I did I'd be going through a box of kleenex a day just to pad out my chest to fill it. Oh well, that day dream aside the idea of a steady job, decent wages and a bit of flirty action with the (hopefully) attractive boss seemed perfect. 

Several days and newspapers later I'd found four promising leads. After responding to the ads I secured interviews with all four, unfortunately all on the same day. It was going to be grueling. 

The day of the interviews came and my nerves were running high. I'd sorted my outfit the night before, going for a playful red floral dress cut just above the knee with a tailored black jacket over the top. I kept my makeup natural and pulled my hair back into a conservative ponytail. I wanted to be taken seriously but also, should the opportunity arise, be able to turn on the flirt factor. The suit jacket said 'business' but my hem line and heals said otherwise. 

My first interview was with the creative director of a cable television channel. I arrived at the building just before the scheduled time of 9am but that was about as good as it got. The interviewer was a largish, 40 something year old woman with a pushed in face and a mess of hair like an untamed toperi bush. She looked me up and down disapprovingly, an eye brown raised, sighed and led me to the interview room. Needless to say it didn't go well. I left feeling a little disheartened but glad not to be working for the toperi woman. 

The second interview was with a small design house. It was going slightly better than the first until my nerves got the better of me and my gesturing hand knocked over a glass of water which spilled across the table, soaking my potential employers notes. Next. Third interview, with a graphic design company, was worse than my first. I left feeling dejected and a little useless, so far it had not been one of my better days. 

It was now 2pm and I had one interview to go with a large advertising agency across town. As I crossed the Darling Harbour bridge, packed with human traffic returning from lunch a gust of wind blew through catching my skirt and hiking it up to my waist, giving everyone a nice 360 degree view of my nether regions, which were barely covered by a layer of thin black lace. I gasped in embarrassment and turned into the wind, trying to smooth my dress down with both hands but it was too late. A group of business men coming towards me pointed a hooted. One whistled. I felt my cheeks flush. "Now show us your tits!" one yelled, causing the others to laugh. They'd be going back to the office with the great story of how they'd seen some stupid girl flash her near naked bum in broad daylight. I held my skirt down, lowered my head and quickly walked past them. God, could this day get any worse?

I arrived at my last interview 15 minutes early. I spied two other girls sitting in the foyer, regime's on their laps. They were both prettier than me. I hoped to myself that they weren't going for this job too. Annoyed, downhearted and still a little embarrassed from the bridge incident I walked to the front desk and asked the receptionist where the ladies room was and once pointed in the direction, went off to freshen up. 

As I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror I could see my cheeks still burning. I felt beaten, I just wanted this last interview to be over so I could go home to a bottle of red, drown my sorrows and...

Just then I heard the bathroom door swing open and another women entered the room.

"Hello" she said sunnily as she passed behind me toward the loos. 

"Hi" I offered back. 

It was only a 'hello' but it was the first bit of pleasant contact I'd had all day and suddenly I felt rejuvenated. Why should I give up? That wasn't me. I looked back into the mirror, more confident, ready and this time I was going to get that fucking job! 

I pulled at the band holding my hair back and shook it out, letting it fall like a long black wave over my left shoulder. I stripped off my suit jacket and tugged at the neckline of my dress, pulling it down and pushing my tits up to achieve some cleavage. I reached into my clutch and retrieved my lipstick, applying it in generous red strokes. I rolled my lips together then pushed them out, pouting at myself in the mirror. And by jove if I didn't look ever bit the modern equivalent of those Mad Men dames. I smiled to myself, smoothed my skirt down and click-clacked, heel to toe back to the main reception area. 

As I approached the front desk the receptionist looked up and smiled, "Mr Lombard will see you now. 25th floor." 

I thanked her and padded towards the lifts. The one on the right was out of order so I stepped into the other and hit the number 25 button. The lift was terribly slow but finally reached it's destination. Before the doors opened I made some last minute adjustments to myself and took a deep breath, my heart pounding. 

DING! 'level 25'. I stepped out of the lift.

I was greeted at the front desk by Mr Lombard who extended a large hand to shake mine, which looked like a baby's in his big strong his grasp.

"Please to meet you Portia, call me Jerry." he said, looking deep into my eyes.

"Lovely to meet you." I managed. I gazed back into Jerry's eyes and suddenly my nerves melted away. He was tall, well built, early forties. His dark brown hair was flecked with grey at the temples and his blue eyes looked very kind. He walked me to his office, high fiving another man walking passed us in the corridor. I could feel this guys eyes on my backside as he moved behind me but ignored it. 

Other than that encounter, the next 20 minutes were like a dream. I was relaxed and calm. Jerry and I talked, laughed and not once did it even occur to me that I was in a job interview. He asked some questions, I giggled and touched his arm and by the end I knew I'd aced it. 

"Well Portia," Jerry said, looking into me with those dreamy blue eyes "it's been more than a pleasure, thanks for coming in."

I smiled back at him. "Thank you Jerry"

"Obviously I have some other girls to interview," he continued "but I've got a good feeling about you. You seem like a very honest young lady, that's something I always look for. I'll be in touch in a few days."

I thanked him again and we shook hands. 

"I'll show you out" he said. 

We walked back towards the lifts and Jerry pressed the 'down' button. 

As we stood waiting for the elevator Jerry continued.

"I must say I'm very impressed by you Portia. I've become pretty good at reading people over the years and you give off the kinda vibe I like."

He smiled. Not quite knowing what to say I looked up at him and smiled back. God, he really was big, well over six foot and he seemed to soar above my 5 foot six inches. I couldn't help my mind drifting to the obvious, was he in 'proportion'?

The lift 'pinged' bringing me back to reality. The doors slid open and I felt Jerry's big hand on the small of my back, gently pushing me towards the waiting elevator. His touch sent a shiver up my spine and I wobbled on my heels. 

"Oops, watch that step." Jerry joked. The two of us stepped into the elevator, Jerry hitting the 'GROUND' button. 

Alone together in the lift I could smell his aftershave, god he was a sexy man. The lift was painfully slow again and as we descended together I found myself closing my eyes and saying a little prayer in my head. 

"Please God, let me get this job. I know I haven't been an all good girl lately but if you give me this I swear from here on in I'll avoid all temptation and never let another man put his co..."

BANG!!! The elevator jumped and threw me forward. Jerry masterfully caught me before I over balanced and stood me upright again. 

"Thanks," I said nervously "what's happened?"

"Bloody lifts, they've been playing up all week." Jerry answered. 

Looking at the floor buttons I could see we were stuck between the 20th and 19th floors. Jerry tried the service phone but there was no answer.

"Don't worry," he said "it'll start up again in a sec."

I must have looked worried or scared or both because he reached out in a reassuring gesture, gently stroking the side of my face with his big hand. I inadvertently closed my eyes at his touch, instantly my fears evaporated. But his hand lingered too long, sliding down the nape of my neck and came to rest on my naked upper arm. I opened my eyes. Jerry seemed so large it felt like he was on top of me. I tried to hold true to my promise to God, damn why did this have to happen now? I resisted his grip momentarily but I knew I was kidding myself. Force me to decide between a hot sexy guy and keeping peace with the Lord and I'm going to take the man every time. 

I gave into Jerry's caress, and let him pull me in close. God he smelt good. I let my head fall back and felt his breath on my neck followed by several small kisses up to my earlobe which he took into his mouth and sucked lustfully. I let out a whimper and ran my hands through his hair. 

"Told you I was good at reading people" he whispered in my ear, before two big kisses brought his head down to my chest. His hands came up to the neckline of my dress, his fingers slid under the straps of both my dress and bra and with a single, quick movement he pulled outward roughly sliding both dress and bra straps over my shoulders. There was a tearing sound as the neckline of my dress gave in to the manhandling and tore slightly. I gasped in shock and awe. My breasts now totally exposed sat pert, my nipples hard. 

"Fucking perfect," he said, standing back and marveling at my chest "just how I like them" He reached out and cupped my breasts his big hands making them look tiny but he gripped them tenderly, working his thumbs over my nipples, driving me mad and melting my inhibitions away. He let his tongue slide over my tits, around the edges of my nipples then flicking it quickly against the hard nubs. Kneading and pushing them together, he planted small kisses across my shoulders and back up my neck, then wrapping his arms around me, kissed me deeply on the mouth. I was breathing heavily, I felt so small and vulnerable in his big, strong arms, completely enveloped in his caress. My knees were weak and I was so wet I could feel it running down my inner thigh. 

Suddenly I was shaken from this glorious dream buy a massive jolt. The lift sprang to life and once again began it's decent.

"Fuck!" I cried, scrambling to cover myself. I left my bra were it had fallen on the floor, kicking it into a corner and worked at getting my dress back on. Jerry helped me with the straps, then adjusted his tie. I made a motion to him to rub my lipstick from his lips which he did on the underside of his tie. 

We'd barely got ourselves together when the lift stopped at the 17th floor. Half a dozen people stepped in eyeing the slightly disheveled man and panting girl with the torn dress suspiciously but saying nothing. We both smiled nervously and moved to the back of the lift, our backs against the wall. The doors closed and we started to move slowly down. Then I felt Jerry's hand on the small of my back again. My body stiffened as his hand slowly slide down my back and over the swell of my arse then took a turn inwards and stopped on my inner thigh. I tried to keep my breathing in check as his fingers moved up my leg, under my dress and down the back of my panties. It took every ounce of strength I had not to moan out loud as I felt the warmth of his hand as it inched its way under my pants and over my naked bum. His fingers kept moving slowly down, down, down and then up between my legs and stopped on my soaking wet kitty. His index finger probed at my lips until he found my clit and then the magic took over. Never have I met a man that could locate and hit my spot as fast as this. Maybe it was partly to do with the intensity of the situation or perhaps he just had magicians hands but by the time we'd reached the 12th floor I was biting my lip and cumming all over his fingers. 

As the end of the orgasm passed through my body he slide his thick index finger deep inside me, massaging my g-spot. It felt so amazing I could have cried and I was quite pleased with myself for not alerting anyone else in the lift to our games. I felt Jerry slowly pull his finger out of me and my body completely relaxed, I felt as light as a feather. Then...

"Ooooh!" I involuntarily squeaked. The other occupants of the lift quickly turned their heads in my direction. I smiled sweetly back in return, covering the fact that Jerry had just slide his now well lubricated finger right up my arse. 

We continued our downward journey, all of us facing towards the doors, Jerry's fat finger wedged in my bum. It was a surreal scene. Finally we reached the ground floor. I had no idea what was going to happen next. The other people in the lift all exited and walked out into the foyer while Jerry and I stayed put at the back of the box unseeingly linked. Jerry reached out with his other hand and hit the 'CLOSE' button for the doors, then pressed level one. Then just as the lift lurched to life and began to ascend he hit the EMERGENCY STOP. The elevator grinded to a halt, suspending us between the ground and level one. 

"Once again I'm right yes?" Jerry started, his finger still up my arse. "I can read all sorts of signs on people's faces, I've become very good at it but the one thing I can gauge more quickly and easily than any other is what a girl likes and I could tell the moment I met you that you were a girl who likes it up the arse." 

He withdrew his finger and I blushed, looking down at the floor. Jesus, was I so easy to read? Had every other guy I'd ever slept with picked up on this too? 

"Hey," said Jerry "no need to be embarrassed." He lifted my head and our eyes met. 

"I'm not embarrassed" I lied "just don't want you to think I'm like this with everyone." I looked down again.

"I don't think that," he said, stroking my face "it's just I can't help reading people's faces."

"OK" I mumbled unconvinced. 

Jerry took a soothing tone.

"You know what? I think you'd feel a whole lot better about all this if you told me yourself how you like it." 

I felt my face flush again. "They way you said."

"Yeah, but tell me." 

Nervously I tried to pull my head away from his hands but he held me fast, turning my face back to look at me again but I still didn't make eye contact.

"I want you to repeat after me." he said "I'm a girl..."

I paused before responding..."I'm a girl"

"...who likes it..."

"who likes it"

"...up the arse."

"up the arse." 

"Good girl." continued Jerry patiently "Now look into my eyes and say it." 

I looked up and suddenly I was caught in those dreamy blue eyes again. He could have made me do anything, I couldn't help myself. I looked straight at him. 

"I'm a girl who likes it up the arse." I said proudly. 

"Then that's how you're going to get it." he said. 

Suddenly he was spinning me around, flipping my dress up and roughly yanking my panties down. Instinctively I bent over and wrapped my fingers around the side rails of the lift and looked back over my shoulder. Jerry flipped his belt buckle open and unzipped his pants, dropping both pants and underwear to the floor. My eyes widened at the sight of his gorgeous cock, he was mostly definitely in proportion. It jutted out from his body, a big, beautiful throbbing dick and I was going to get it. 

He spat in his hand and started to rub it over his cock. I've always loved the sight of a man jerking himself and watching Jerry lubeing up his fat dick, his fist gripping it made my kitty wet itself again. Jerry must have been able to see. He approached me from behind and nestled his cock in between my buns like a hotdog. "Jesus," he said "you really do want this don't you? You've practically wet yourself" He ran his hands over my arse then slide them around and gripped my hips. He began to hump my arse cleavage with his slippery pole, his balls swinging up against my kitty and the underside of his cock rubbing against my arsehole. 

"Heavens, you've got a sweet arse Portia" he said, his dick sliding up and down between my bum cheeks "You get fucked in it much?" 

I tried to answer honestly, remembering his previous words to me.

"As much as I can" I answered.

"Good girl." he said, slowing his humping and taking his cock from between my cheeks. "Let's have a look shall we."

He knelt down behind me and taking my white orbs in each hand gently parted them. "Gorgeous" he said "Mmmmm, beautiful. Like I said Portia, you have a fantastic arse, a little worked in but tight. Spectacular." 

"Thanks." I managed. I'd met some butt lovers in my time but no one had ever complimented me so highly on my arse. It was a little strange I admit but still somewhat of a turn on, to think he thought so highly of it. 

His face was close now I could feel his warm breath against my skin then I felt his tongue gently pass over my anus, then again, and again. Circular motions, tiny flicks, gentle stabs, driving me crazy. Longer licks now, over my arsehole and right up between my cheeks, his big hands spreading my bum wider, his tongue flicking on my rosebud. Then pressing against it, pushing inside of me, further than I could imagine, sliding in and out of my arse, then back out and around the sensitive edges. 




Going Down?



I was moaning and pushing my arse back against his face, wanting that tongue deeper and further inside me. Obviously he sensed that I wanted more. He stood up and took his cock in hand. I responded by spreading my legs further apart and pushing my arse up towards him. His tongue had driven me mental and I was flush with anticipation for his cock. He drew it up to my bum, lining it up with my arsehole, teasing me. Then I felt him push. I took a sharp breath in as I felt his hot dick force my arse open, it pushed it's way in and slid up my arse. I couldn't help but issue a deep, breathy "fuuuuuuckkkkkkk" as I felt his cock fill my bum. He was moving slowly and his entry felt like it was going on forever. Finally he stopped. I could feel his thick shaft throbbing inside me, filling me completely. Then he started his slow withdrawal, so slow I could feel every bump and vein in his cock as he drew it back through my arsehole. 

He fucked me long and slow like this for a good ten minutes and as he did so I was becoming more and more accustomed to the landscape of his incredible tool. Every ridge and bump adding to the increasing pleasure. I could feel the beginnings of an immense orgasm building inside me. I reached between my legs and started to rub my kitty and soon it was upon me.

"Oh fuck Jerry, don't stop," I panted "I'm going to fucking cum!" 

I felt Jerry's grip on my hips tighten but he kept his rhythm at the same pace. As his big cock sawed in and out of my arse the first wave of ecstasy hit me and I jolted forward against the bars of the lift, then another and another. I couldn't help screaming as each wave washed over me but after the first I felt Jerry's hand cover my mouth and I screamed the rest out into his palm, my arsehole clamping down hard around his dick. 

The pleasure slowly passed and Jerry withdrew his cock from my bottom. My knees gave way and I slumped into a crumpled heap on the floor of the elevator, breathing hard, feeling thoroughly satisfied and well and truly plowed. Jerry stood over me, letting me recover and catch my breath. I knew he hadn't cum yet so I lay there preparing for the next onslaught. My arse had had enough so I was hoping he'd focus his attention on my kitty but Jerry had other ideas. He reached out and grabbed a fist full of my hair, pulling me up onto my knees, not too roughly but enough to shake me from my post-orgasm haze. In his other hand he held his cock, stroking it slowly. I knelt in front of him gazing up into his eyes. 

"Open your mouth baby." he said.

I did as he asked, keeping my eyes locked to his. Jerry took a step forward and still gripping my hair, tilted my head back slightly. He brought the head of his cock up to my lips and my tongue darted out to lick the sensitive underside. He let me play my tongue on his knob for a couple of minutes then moved his hips forward pushing the head of his dick past my lips and into my eager mouth. I could taste his salty pre-cum and also my own musky taste as he slowly fucked the tip of his cock in and out of my mouth, pushing it in just over the head then drawing it out between my smudged red lips. 

After a few minutes he started pushing more of his incredible piece into my mouth. It slide back and forth on my tongue, pushing into the back of my throat and causing the enjoyable tingling of friction through my lips. I sucked hard and deep on his shaft, pulling him further into my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around him and encouraging his cock to explore my mouth fully. I adore having my mouth fucked by a good hard dick and Jerry could obviously sense my enjoyment, increasing the power of his thrusts and driving as much of his cock into my mouth as possible. I tried desperately to take him all the way but he was too big. What I couldn't fit into my mouth I gripped with my hand, the fingers of my other hand busy fondling his heavy balls. 

Without warning he pulled his cock from between my lips and paced to the other side of the lift, shaking the tension out through this hands.

"Goddam, you're going to make me cum with that filthy mouth of yours."

I smiled back at him from my position on the floor. 

"You don't want to?" I asked slyly. 

"Don't tempt me," he said "I haven't been blown like that in years." 

"Fresh." I flirted, battering my eyelashes.

He stood there looking at me. I cocked my head to one side inquisitively.

"What have you got in mind?" I asked. 

"I need another go with that sensational arse of yours." he said. 

I opened my mouth to tell him I'd probably had enough of that for one day but he cut me off. 

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!" He said, silencing me "I know you can take it, girls like you always can."

I shut my mouth and watched as he hit the button for ROOFTOP. The lift started up again and soon we were heading skyward. I stood up and went to fasten my dress. 

"No need for that," said Jerry "No one is going to see us up here."

I just hoped no one else stopped the lift on it's way up. 

Finally we reached the top, the lift doors slide open, Jerry led me up some stairs, a cool breeze hit me turning my nipples hard but I didn't worry about my dress taking flight again, too late for worrying about that. We walked around an air vent and suddenly we were confronted by another man. I gasped and covered my chest with my arms and hid behind Jerry. I was shocked to be caught like this but part of me was a little relieved that at least my arse would avoid another punishing today. Poking my head out from behind Jerry I peered out to see who the stranger was. My heart jumped again, it was the 'high-fiver' from the office. I stood there smiling at me. 

"Um Portia, this is Michael." said Jerry.

I pulled my head back in behind him like a frightened rabbit and said nothing. I could hear Michael speak. 

"Hey, if she's not into it it's cool." he said. 

Jerry answered for me.

"No, no. She's definitely into it, trust me. We've already had an interesting afternoon, she's no shrinking violet that's for sure. Are you Portia?"

He glanced over his shoulder but I didn't respond. I would be a fool not to know what they were planning. My heart was racing. I couldn't work out if I was scared or completely turned on but I remained silent. 

Michael spoke up again "Sounds to me like maybe she's had enough." 

I knew the next move was mine. I knew they wouldn't force me to do anything I didn't want to do. If I said no, they'd be fine with that. 'Yes, I think I have had enough' I thought to myself. I stepped out from behind Jerry to give them my answer. 

"It's OK," I said "you can do whatever you want to me."

What the fuck?! Did I just say that? I couldn't believe my own subconscious was over-ruling me. 

"You heard the girl." Jerry said, smiling. 

I know, I know, I could have protested but by now I'd realised that Jerry knew me better than I knew myself. I was a butt slut through and through and now these two guys were going to let me know it. 

Jerry led me behind the air vent and pulled off the rest of my dress. Having lost my bra and panties in the lift I was now completely starkers. The cool breeze felt soothing on my naked skin. The two men both took a few steps back, eyeing me up.

"Shit." Michael muttered, looking me up and down, a rye smile on his lips. 

Jerry was removing his pants again. "I'll soften her up." he smirked.

He stepped out of his trousers and walked over to me. I let him take me in his arms and kiss me. His hands moved down my naked back and over my arse, his touch feeling more familiar now. I gave myself over to him and let him slide his hand between my legs from behind. I lifted my left leg and rapped it around him, standing on the tip toes of my right foot but in no danger of falling, being now firmly secure in his strong grasp. He slid two fingers into my soaking kitty, grinding them into me, getting them good and wet then pushed them up my arse. I winced as his digits stretched my arsehole. I opened my eyes and looking over Jerry's shoulder and saw Michael watching the proceedings with growing enthusiasm. 

Jerry pulled his big fingers from my bum and set me down on top of small duct. He instructed me to bend over it and spread my buttocks for him. I did as he asked, reaching behind me with two hands and parting my cheeks, exposing that taboo entry that both men where dying to use. 

Jerry went first, coming up behind me and sliding his big cock into my yearning and neglected kitty. I moaned as he sank into me. His dick felt hot and hard and huge but it was only a tease. He pumped me several times before withdrawing then began working it back up my arse. It was easier to accommodate him this time but my arse was a little sore and sensitive from his last onslaught. 

"Do you think you could put it back in my pussy Jerry?" I begged "It feels so fucking good in there."

"Shut the fuck up!" Jerry snapped continuing to hump my arse. I was taken aback at his sudden change of face. 

"You know why you're here." His thrusts were getting harder, deeper. 

"You want it up the arse, you love it up the arse you fucking dirty little slut!"

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back and riding me like a filly. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as he pounded my arse, hoping that he was close to cumming but Jerry was unrelenting, it was like being fucked by a machine. 

"Hey slut" came a voice. 

I opened my eyes to see Michael standing in front of me, his cock in his hand. 

"Open wide." he said. 

I obeyed and let him push his dick into my mouth. He was rougher than Jerry had been but he wasn't quite as big. He held the sides of my head and stood still while working my head up and down on his cock. Looking up I saw Michael and Jerry high five each other and simultaneously draw both their cocks out of me. I must have looked a mess, lipstick smudged off, eyeliner running, hair like a banshee and an arse that felt like it was on fire. I looked up at both them hoping that one of them would say something.

"Half time, change sides." laughed Jerry. 

They swapped places, Michael now working his spit lubed shaft into my burning hot arsehole and Jerry presenting his cock to me to suck. I looked at him with my best puppy dog look. 

"Please Jerry, I've had enough." I said.

Jerry looked down at me, Michael pumping ferociously away at my arse. 

"Honey, the only way this is going to end is if you make like the dirty little tramp that you are and make us both cum." He slapped his dick against my cheek "Open up." 

Now I realised, the only way to finish these guys off is play the part, not a huge stretch but suddenly the rules were clear. 

I pushed Jerry's cock aside, focusing all my attention to Michael. I grabbed my arse cheeks pulling them roughly apart and grinded my bum back against his thrusting. "C'mon, fuck my arse you stud! Fucking give it to me!" I yelled through gritted teeth. 

"Holy shit!" Michael exclaimed "She is a firecracker." 

Jerry, stood back, smiling.

Michael obliged my requests, ramming his cock into me harder.

"Fuck yeah," I cried "fuck my sweet cherry. Cum in my arse baby, shoot your fucking load in me!"

I squeezed down hard on his dick, relaxing then squeezing again. 

Michael couldn't stand anymore. He gripped my waist and pushed his cock as deep into my bum as he could. He exploded inside me, shooting once, twice, thrice into my stomach. He stroked my arse gently and I could feel his cock shrinking. 

"Your fucking amazing honey." he said, pulling his softening dick out of my arsehole. 

Jerry was smiling again. 

"Who's next?" I asked, winking at him. 

"You bloody know who you little hussy." Jerry said. 

He walked over and picked up his trousers and jacket, then lay them flat on the ground. 

"On your back tart." he said, gesturing at the clothing on the ground. I stood up and walked over, sat down on his jacket and lay back. 

"Knees up."

I did as he asked.

Jerry knelt down and gripped my ankles, then with one hand he lift my backside off the ground, shoving his rolled up jacket under me like a pillow then set me down on top. Still holding my ankles he pushed my legs forward bringing my knees up to my chin. Then without warning his cock was in me, snaking up my arse again but even deeper than before. 

"Oh fuck!" I cried, my mouth open, eyes wide. 

He placed his hands on my thighs, pushing down on my legs and holding them against my stomach. It was almost too intense to take, my mind couldn't concentrate enough to play the same games I'd played with Michael, all I could do was lay there with my head back and take it, this huge cock pistoning in and out of my arse. 

Jerry was fucking me for all he was worth, hard and deep and fast while I lay there like a stuck pig. Finally I could take no more. I raised my head and looked at Jerry only to find he was already gazing right at me. 

"Please cum." I said quietly. 

Jerry reached out and stroked the side of my face, suddenly he seemed like before, caring and gentle. He wiped a mascara tear from my cheek and then I felt him unload in my arse. My head fell back and my whole body seemed to lose power. I lay there feeling Jerry's final spurts of jism deep in my tummy. He withdrew his cock from my bottom and gently lowered my legs to the ground...

"Honey? Portia? Wake up hon."

I opened my eyes. I was still on the roof covered by Jerry's jacket. Michael was gone and Jerry sat beside me stroking my face again. 

"How'd I do?" I whispered sleepily. 

Jerry smiled his gorgeous smile. 

"Can you start Monday?"

I was in.



Going Down



I'd be lying down with you naked, pressed up against you, running my hands down your sides, grasping at your thighs, and then run my hand up between your legs and feel your hard shaft... 

I'd press against it with my palm, move the skin around a bit and then encircle it with my hand and stroke up and down, circling my grip a bit... 

Then I'll move down your body, pausing to kiss your chest, tease your nipples with my tongue, flicking and nibbling them gently, kissing down to your stomach, running my hands along your sides to your hips, kissing down to your pubic bones... 

Then I'll lift your cock to my lips and lick just the tip, and then kiss down a bit more to your thighs, lick right in the creases where they meet your body, tongue your balls a little bit, still moving up and down your cock with my hand, slowly... 

I'll move my tongue up to the base of your rod and lick all the way up, circle the head a couple times and then move down the sides, pulling at them with my lips and licking up and down... 

I'll go back up to the head and take just the tip into my mouth, working the base and a bit of the balls with my hand, holding your head in my mouth and circling the top with my tongue, pushing my tongue a little ways into the hole and then flicking out and around again... 

I'll bring you into my mouth just an inch more and then pull out to just the head again, tightening my lips to pull the skin a bit with me... 

Then back, slowly taking you into my mouth, flicking my tongue around the sides and head, and slowly pulling you out again... 

I'll take you all the way out of my mouth again, and slide my hand up and down your length, my journey slicked by my saliva... 

I'll start licking the sides of your cock, up and down, pressing a little harder with my tongue now, circling the head and then mouthing up the sides again, sucking just a bit of the skin in as I do... 

Then I'll go back up and take your head in my mouth again, sucking a bit, tasting your precome... 

I'll suck down, pulling you into my mouth little bit by little bit, keeping up the suction, then pull you out again, keeping pressure with my lips, then suck you back in again, a bit farther than before... 

I'll pull you out to circle your head again with my tongue then take you all the way out of my mouth and look up at you, licking my lips, watch you watching me... 

I'd wrap my hand around your shaft and pump it up and down slowly, spreading the wet of my saliva... 

I'll move my mouth down to lick your thighs again, biting just a bit, and then moving up to lick your balls, opening my mouth and sucking one into the warmth, rolling it around with my tongue... 

Then releasing it to pull the other one into my warm, wet mouth, sucking just a touch and then releasing that one as well... 

Then I'll move back up to tongue the base of your cock, pushing my tongue against it, flicking it around the sides, moving my lips to kiss and suck around the sides as well... 

I'll move to the head and push about half your hard length into my hot mouth, sucking and then releasing quickly to pull you all the way out and flick my tongue around the sides and head again... 

I'll push you back in, sucking you deep into my throat, taking in as much of your length as I can, licking up and down with my tongue... 

Then pull you out to the edges of your head, keeping my lips tight, then slowly, slowly lower my mouth all the way onto you, feel you tapping at the back of my throat, then, slowly, back up...

I'd move my hand to the base of your dick, moving the skin around, then down to massage your balls, then back along the entire length, spreading the wet around, making my hand glide along your length... 

I'd flick my tongue into your hole, moving my lips back and forth just over the edges of your head... 

I'll take you all the way out of my mouth and look up at you to ask if you would like to return the favor at the same time...? 

Then take you back into my mouth and wait for you to try to get your answer out as I move you in and out of my mouth, tightening my lips and pumping you in and out... 

You eventually gasp out a yes and I'll take you out of my mouth, feeling my hand slick with my spit, and work that up and down your dick, tightening my hand just a little to pull a bit of the skin with me... 

I'll swivel around, still working you with my hand, and flip you on your back, lay on your chest, my breasts pressed against your lower stomach and my dripping cunt close to your face for your (and my) pleasure... 

I'll pull your cock straight up with my hand and plunge you deep into my mouth, holding you in there and working the sides with my tongue and lips, tasting your precome at the back of my throat... 

I'll lift my head up to pull you out, tightening my mouth on your head, trying to ignore your administrations on my pussy as I plunge you back into the depths of my throat... 

I keep pulling you out and taking you deeply back in, sometimes only halfway, and then sucking while pulling you out, sometimes taking you all the way in and feeling you at the back of my throat... 

Almost to the point of being unable to control yourself you start to move against me, bucking your hips against my chest, pushing yourself further and further into me, tapping against the back of my throat... 

I pull you in and out faster and faster, staying with your rhythm until I feel your hot come shoot into my mouth... 

I take it in and in, swallowing all I can, but some still drips out around the edges of my lips, slicking my hands and your cock... 

I move my hand up and down slowly a bit, letting your shuddering subside, then finally take my mouth off you, licking your length a bit before rolling to the side and resting with you...



Going Down



Agatha continued to fantasise about her older colleague despite suspecting that she was really not his type and that good things never came from having an orgasm in front of your co-workers. This didn't stop her imagination of course, where Charles was often utterly dirty with her over meeting room tables or whispered pure filth in a busy lift low enough for only her to hear. These mental adventures made the working day go a little faster and only led to the occasional blush when Charles bid her a good morning in the lift.

Following a few months of invention and masturbation late at night on Agatha's part, a trip overseas afforded the pair some unexpected time alone together. Initially she hadn't been thrilled at the suggestion, preferring to travel alone, but as they discussed their plans she could grudgingly see the benefit in their shared schedule.

After the first week they had gotten on much better than either of them expected (he not being the naive traveller she had feared, she not forcing him to go shopping with her) and declared themselves friends as well as colleagues. Over the inevitable hotel dinners they had discussed virtually every aspect of their lives and the world around them and found themselves broadly in agreement (and, in Agatha's case, increasingly damp of panties) each evening.

During one meal involving too many beers, much to Agatha's surprise, Charles admitted that he had a thing for large breasts and had mentioned Agatha in discussions with friends about colleagues they would fuck although he expected he wasn't her type. The conversation continued around other co-workers each found attractive and shortly thereafter Agatha bade Charles good night. She finished her beer, pinched herself and retired alone after a cool shower.

The following days saw tension build between the two, but nether of them were prepared to risk their new-found friendship to address it. Agatha couldn't help but think it had just been a drunken conversation and as co-workers a relationship was contractually verboten. However the feelings weren't going away...

Over dinner in a fancy restaurant away from their hotel several days later, Agatha decided to take the bull (man) by the horns (cock). After several beers (they couldn't agree on wine - Agatha worried about blue teeth from red, Charles wasn't keen on white) and some excellent Italian food the pair agreed that the frisson needed to be put to bed (so to speak). Agatha was pleased to hear that Charles also believed that if the matter wasn't dealt with neither of them was going to be able to concentrate on their busy workload for the next week. Feeling, fumbling and fondling would be on the agenda but there would be no fucking. Just enough activity to clear the air - a masterful plan.

The walk back to Charles's hotel suite felt longer than it was. The beautiful night sky was punctuated with swooping fruit bats which warranted attention but all eyes were focused on the destination and not the journey.

After what felt like an interminable wait for a lift the 'Do Not Disturb' sign was hung, shoes removed and the hotel door safely double locked. Charles kissed Agatha hard; he was aggressive with his tongue - forcing it into her mouth passionately and she loved feeling his desire expressed so forcefully.

She lay back on the bed (taking a moment to appreciate the memory foam mattress) as Charles leaned down on top of her, continuing to french kiss her. She could feel his cock hardening through his shorts as he worked his hands onto the breasts he'd been wanting to touch for some time. He smelt faintly of soap; both of them smelt of bug spray.

Agatha moaned, pushing her hands up under his T-shirt and feeling his smooth warm chest. This was what she had fantasised about on so many nights and she couldn't believe it was really happening.

Charles rubbed his fingers between her legs through the thick denim of her jeans. It was untargeted thanks to the fabric, but she was so horny anything within a metre of her pussy felt good right now. He stood back, pulling her arms forward until she was sat upright on the edge of the bed. He lifted her cotton top over her head and dropped it on the floor. He then pushed her back on to the bed, rolled her over onto her front and undid her bra - apologising for his inability to do this one-handed. Agatha didn't think she wanted a man who could do it one-handed.

As her tits fell free, Agatha looked forward to seeing Charles's eyes during his first glimpse of the naked breasts he had worked alongside for several years. She couldn't wait to feel his mouth on them and his fingertips pinch her swollen nipples hard.

She rolled back and looked up at the man that was a colleague and now a friend with benefits. His eyes seemed to be drinking in her naked upper body and she couldn't wait much longer to touch him again. He pulled his T-shirt off and lay down next to her, the two of them topless as agreed earlier on.

He leaned over and kissed her again, groping her tits with firm hands. She arched her back pushing them into him harder and used her right hand to pinch her nipple hard, pulling it upwards. Charles noticed and followed suit on her left breast leaving her gasping with pain and pleasure. Charles didn't seem to make much noise, but Agatha hoped he was enjoying himself regardless.

Charles moved his kisses down her neck and onto her décolletage. She felt the chill of the room's air conditioning combine with her pleasure to leave her nipples as if iced in anticipation of this older man's mouth on them. She loved playing with her titties when she masturbated but loved other people playing with them even more.

Soon enough Charles' mouth arrived at its intended target and settled around her right areola. He pursed his lips bringing the firm protrusion of Agatha's nipple into his warm mouth and sucked it hard, tonguing its tip. Her pussy dampened even more as she squirmed in delight.

Charles lifted himself from her nipple leaving it reddened and glistening and began to mash her breasts with his hands as he moved to kiss Agatha on the mouth again. They both breathed heavily between kisses, the tension building and subsiding in waves.

He wanted to see Agatha fully naked and asked if he could take her cropped jeans off. His cock was virtually free of his shorts now, there was no way it could be missed twitching in its rock hard state within the loose fabric.

Agatha moved away from kissing his neck to murmur assent.

He fumbled his own shorts and boxers off first, freeing his thick firm cock for Agatha's first view. It was straight and had a beautiful flushed tip peeking out from a generous foreskin.

Immediately Agatha wanted nothing more than to wank it with her hand and trace the head with the tip of her tongue until he came in her mouth, but Charles persisted with removing her remaining clothes.

He unzipped the fly and pulled her trousers down. His reward was a black thong that was, frankly, sodden.

No point in messing around with wet underwear he removed that too, leaving a neatly trimmed bush as the only cover for his now bollock-naked workmate.

As he leant down, he felt her soft hand gripping his cock. She moved the velvet of his foreskin back gently with a rub from the tunnel of her hand, and he had a realisation that he was halfway around the world naked and being jerked off by someone 14 years his junior. Not what he had planned for the trip, but it could have been a lot worse.

Agatha rolled Charles onto his back and worked her way down his chest between licks and kisses whilst keeping his stiff dick in her right hand, rubbing vertically and twisting gently.

Once she got towards his pubic mound, she removed her hand and licked his bell-end eagerly. She could taste a little pre-cum on his clean dick and couldn't wait to feel his shaft in her mouth.

Pulling her lips in to cover her teeth, she rubbed his cock with her tongue, moving to dart at his frenulum with the tip of her tongue occasionally. She worked her way down his thick shaft with her hands massaging his inner thighs and heavy balls. Whilst unable to fully deep throat him she made a valiant attempt, and after several journeys up and down, his cock was damp all over and throbbing.

Agatha looked up at Charles with his dick in her mouth and smiled. She hoped he'd remember this view.

Charles took the opportunity to advise that he loved eating pussy, or so he claimed to Agatha. 

'Fucking love it, actually'.

Agatha loved being fingered and eaten out, so was happy to oblige him. She lay back on the bed, opened her legs with her knees up and spread her cunt wide with the fingers of her left hand, keen for him to show what he could do with that beautiful mouth of his.

Charles ran his tongue over her clit whilst slipping a finger into her dripping snatch. Agatha ground her pussy into him rhythmically, her tits wobbling as she sighed his name out loud. 

'Fuck, Charles'.

He continued to apply pressure to her clit and she could hear squelching noises from his finger moving in and out of her hole. He removed his finger and suddenly pushed his whole tongue into her gash as far as it would go, filling her up. He rubbed her clit with his thumb and within a few seconds she had to move his head away to stop her from coming.

She lifted his head towards hers, licking her own cunt juices from his lips and chin.

As he leaned forward to kiss her, she felt his stiff cock dancing around the entrance to her pussy. With a twist of Charles' hips, she felt him enter her and despite all their earlier discussion right now she wanted nothing more than his dick stretching her hole and pounding her.

'Charles! No fucking, remember?'.

'Ungh'.

'Oh well'.

She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, riding him. She leaned forward so he could suck on her hanging tits which somehow put extra pressure on her clit or g-spot (she wasn't sure which, but it was good). She rode him in long strokes so that his cock was fully out of her each thrust, enjoying the feeling of him entering her each and every time.

Following the licking he'd given her and the hard bites he was giving her nipples she was close to orgasm and let him know just before her cunt exploded around him, clenching hard, her eyes closed in pleasure. 

It was bloody good and her heart was racing, but now Agatha wanted Charles to come.

Charles liked it doggy style. He flipped Agatha over and, all fours on the bed, she presented him with her hole tilted upwards. He thought about trying to sneak into her tight ass but decided that might be one for another day as he was perilously close to coming already.

Charles slammed his cock in with force and, with no guilt now that she had already come, fucked her hard - his balls slapping against her and his strong arms grabbing her hips to make sure he was as far inside her as possible. Despite having already come, Agatha loved the feeling of his dick from behind, she would swear she could feel every millimetre of him moving inside her.

With very little warning, Charles shot his load hard into his younger lover's cunt. Once he'd spurted all his spunk inside her, he pulled his dick out and Agatha tilted her pelvis down, remaining on all fours. As she felt Charles's hot cum leaking out of her pussy Agatha wondered what the hell had just happened and how soon it could happen again. Charles watched as his thick cream dripped out of her hole and on to the expensive hotel duvet, thinking how well the evening had turned out.

They were going to have to shower together now!



Going Down?



Lucy woke up that morning all fresh, as she had been having a fantastic dream. She was being taken roughly by a stranger in the park near work without her consent, much to her delight. It had felt so realistic although it was just a dream as this faceless man had forced himself into her from behind, shoving her hard against one of the trees (which she passed each day to and from work and would never be able to look at quite the same way again). She felt the roughness of the bark scratching against her tender skin, biting into her nipples where her blouse had torn in parts as a result of his big coarse hands which were right now alternating between gripping onto her thighs and her butt with each smooth yet deep stroke of his cock inside her. 

He was telling her that she was a dirty bitch that needed to be taught a lesson and he was going to do it. She was moaning for him to stop yet not really wanting him to as he told her this and she felt she was just about there, feeling the oh so familiar building up of her orgasm. Then the dream got more and more intense as she felt a slight hint of pain which she got off on, as he began to fuck her pussy hard and fast. Oh god it was good she thought to herself when suddenly something told her to wake up and get moving. Damnit! 

She'd definitely have to sort that out later, feeling the wetness between her legs and the tingly feeling deep inside her as she noticed the sunlight streaming into her room and across her bed, and it made her wonder just what time it really was. This brightness did not look like 6 o'clock and she was shocked when she discovered it was actually after 7! She bolted out of her bed, quickly brushed her blonde bob into some order, dragged on a grey skirt and blouse combo with her stiletto heels and only just made it onto the later train, where she started to reminisce about the dream she had had earlier, wishing she had been able to make herself come before she had to get up. She had been feeling quite a bit of pent up sexual frustration lately which was what she attributed the sex dream to.

Lucy had been single for about 3 months since the demise of her last relationship, a result of her ex taking up a new role interstate. They'd had a fantastic sex life and were always keen to try new and exciting things to keep the passion alive in their relationship. But they had both decided that although they were still really into one another, they did not want to do the long distance thing. There was only so much phone sex you could have and the cost of travelling to see each other when possible was just not something they could afford. Although it was a sad ending to their affair they both knew they would be okay. So Lucy had not had any action since that time and she was aching for a good old fashioned shag. There were a couple of nice looking guys in her building at work, but no one had asked her out for a while, so she was beginning to think that she would have to go out with some of her single chicks friends. The only problem with that idea though, was that she didn't like their usual choice of pick up joints (bars/ nightclubs) because they usually meant casual sex, which wasn't something she was into.

The lift doors were closing as she pressed the button to her floor when a foot suddenly appeared and was almost crushed as the man from level 7 stepped into the lift. "Sorry, I didn't see you there" she told the dark haired stranger with the blue shirt and tailored chocolate trousers. "No worries. I didn't think anyone else was in the lift". She had seen him before. Countless times, and wondered who he was, and whether he was single or not. She had been lusting after him for at least a couple of years it seemed and had never had the guts to talk to him. 

He always seemed to be in his own world, standing alone and avoiding any eye contact which was even easier the times he had his dark sunglasses on but all the more harder for her to try and make a connection. Although she was a very attractive woman with a slim petite body, full breasts and a cute but round ass, she was also quite shy and found it difficult to put herself out there, but always felt that eye contact was the way to go about breaking the ice with strangers. His hair was dark and he kept it shaved close to his head and he had a hint of stubble on his gorgeous face that she would love to rub her pussy against. 

But what affected her mostly was his scent. Oh My God. It drove her wild as the lift filled up with it and she couldn't determine whether it was his cologne, deodorant or just his soap washed skin. The funny thing was though, that as she became aware of his smell, she suddenly became aware of her own, and wondered if she was perspiring as a result of the wondrous assault he was having on her senses. 

She started to drift off into fantasy land thinking about how much she would like to taste his skin, particularly just under and behind his ears, where she would let her tongue trace ever so lightly giving him a shiver as she did so and she could feel herself getting wet for the second time that morning, just thinking about it. How the hell was this happening she wondered? It had only been a couple of seconds since he had gotten into the lift and this was already going on in her head. Get a grip she told herself. Then it happened.

Bang. A huge jolt as they both lost their balance momentarily and the lift had stopped suddenly in between levels four and five. The lights flickered twice and then went out, plunging Lucy and her dark haired stranger into almost complete darkness. The emergency phone had a small light, which emanated a kind of reddish glow but still was only enough for her to be able to see parts of the lift and not much else including him. Neither spoke as she picked up the emergency phone to call for help. There was no sound, no dial tone, nothing. It was like they had been completely cut off from everything. Her mobile phone wasn't working as it had zero signal. 

She felt herself start to panic as her breathing became slightly faster than normal and she began to perspire more than before when she was turned on. Still no words were spoken and she wondered whether she should say something when she felt his hand on her lower back. She was facing the front corner of the lift, towards the doors and he was now close behind her, moving in closer and closer with each second. She thought she had been made mute, as no words were spoken, nor could she think of any. All she was aware of was both of his hands and the smell of him. 

She stood still as they came around the front of her and rested on the tops of her legs as he pressed himself against her. She shuddered as he bent down and kissed her neck ever so softly, meanwhile his hands had slipped down to the hem of her skirt and began to push it up sending shivers up and down her body. She turned her head slightly so she could try and kiss him and then she felt his beautiful soft lips on hers and their tongues met shyly at first but soon took them both over as they found themselves breathing deeply and intensely yet wanting more. 

It was too much and although she wanted the kiss to go on and on, she knew they didn't have much time. It was then that he hurriedly turned her around and shoved her back hard against the wall, and then got down on his knees whilst pushing her skirt up as high as it would go without removal. He tried to pull her stockings down but ended up ripping them in the process as she felt the coldness of the air hit her, but soon forgot about it as his fingers traced the sides of her knickers, in the creases between her legs and her now soaking wet pussy. She so wanted to feel him push his fingers into her, to feel how much she was turned on by this whole situation, and especially him. 

He must've sensed this as he practically tore her pants off and fingered her ever so lightly with one hand, and played with her clit with the other. She was in ecstasy, and thought she could feel no greater pleasure when suddenly she felt his tongue on her. 

He licked the sides of her pussy, as well as her clit before he delved deep into her, sucking, slurping and moaning, like she was a juicy ripe mango or peach. Oh God she thought, is this real? She felt him licking her clit up and down placing pressure on it as she felt herself starting to build up to orgasm. He continued to do this and then she felt his wet finger slip into her arse which only intensified the feelings for her. His fingers began to build up in speed as did her breathing and as she began to push against his fingers and start to come she whispered to him for him to fuck her hard and to do it quickly. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever felt and was still reeling from it as she heard his pants unzip and felt him turn her around and bend her over to gain access to her pussy from behind. 

She was so ready for him to slip inside of her by now, and as she bent completely over and touched the floor with her finger tips, she knew he could quite easily slip into either of her orifices. What a turn-on that was to her, and when she felt the head of his dick nudging into her pussy, she thought she was going to explode again. He slowly pushed further into her tight hole and she caught her breath at how thick and hard he felt inside her and completely filled her up. He pushed even further and she felt a thick gush of her juices slide out and surround his big hot cock. 

He started to thrust in and out and she groaned with pleasure at the sensations they made. It was even more of a turn on when he started to grunt and she knew he was enjoying it as much as she was. She didn't want it to end, but knew they had limited time as the power in the lifts could go on at any minute and they could be discovered by any number of people! 

They started to move faster and she told him to fuck her harder, as she enjoyed the ferocity of being taken that way. She started to finger her clit as he pounded her and she knew she was going to come again any second. As he started to go in for the finishing strokes and she started to come with him they heard noises in the lift well, as the power seemed to be going back on in the building. Quickly they came in an explosion as the lights in the lift came back on and they rearranged their clothes as she threw her stockings in her bag and scrambled into her shoes. 

They had only just done so, when the lift moved into action, arrived at level 5 whereby the doors opened and three maintenance guys asked if they were okay. "Yes we're fine thanks" she told them as her handsome stranger just smiled and nodded. She stepped out of the lift and onto her floor and gave him a smile as the lift doors closed again and then he was gone to level 7. She couldn't believe her morning or the fantastic shag she had just had. But most of all she couldn't wait to see him again if it was at all possible, as she wanted to return the favour and give him the best fucking blow job he had ever had. But that's another story...



Going Down



She just didn't like it.

And of course, the crew she was out on the town with didn't get it. 

There was something about being out drinking with friends after two hours that made topics normally off limits completely acceptable. Like oral sex, for example — with her on the receiving end.

Choose your term. None were really acceptable for her to think, let alone say. But the fact remained that no matter what you call it, she didn't like it.

"I don't know. Call me crazy, but it's just not my thing," she said.

By the time this had come up, there were one or two girlfriends left at the bar. And him. He was still there.

The girls protested, saying she was crazy.

"I don't know. In my experience, dudes either rush through it or just don't know what they are doing," she said.

"Well, I think you're crazy," one of her girlfriends said.

"To be honest, I'd much rather do the reverse," she said.

"Now I really think you're crazy," her other girlfriend said.

He still was listening quietly.

She looked at him.

"Come on, guys' point of view. How many guys you know put doing ....that...at the top of their list?" she asked.

"Probably as many as girls put blow jobs at the top of their list, I guess?" he said.

"That's fair," she said.

At some point, the other two girls left and it was just the two of them.

He'd been pretty quiet throughout the conversation. Suddenly she worried they'd offended him.

"Sorry if we went a little too far with that conversation," she said.

"Come on," he said.

It was sort of silly. They'd been friends for a while, and had talked about worse. She'd probably talked to him about more deep secrets than anyone else.

"I'm just thinking about what you said. I think it is interesting that you don't like it," he said.

"I'm trying to figure out why," he said.

"I already told you why," she said, ordering another beer.

"I know — but I feel like it is more than that," he said.

"Well, I guess it is sort of like my feelings about hard liquor — no pun intended," she said, and he laughed.

"I don't like it unless it is really top shelf — then I really enjoy it," she said.

He smiled and lifted his glass of bourbon, and toasted her beer. She laughed.

"So, how often have you had this 'top shelf' then?" he said.

"I guess that would have to be wondering how often have I had a guy doing that to me without me thinking, 'ok, enough already,'....," she said.

"Wow, tough audience. Yes, I guess that's the question," he said.

"Well, I'm not that bad. There have been guys or experiences that it's taken me longer than others to grow impatient. And it could be that I just really like fucking also, which adds pressure on a guy. Unless it's better than that, enough already," she said.

"That makes sense. So has there ever been a time when you not only weren't impatient, but you actually were thinking, or even saying...'Please, don't stop,'" he asked.

His eyes were on hers. She started to feel funny. Too revealed.

"Why am I telling you this stuff?" she said.

"Because you tell me everything," he said.

"So was there?" he asked.

She thought a minute.

"Yes. Yes, there was one time," she said.

"What made that different?" he asked.

She was starting to feel a little light-headed. Not sure if it was the booze or the conversation. Probably both.

"I had a good friend for many years. We were platonic, other than a brief, mostly innocent hook up in high school. But he always wanted more. And I was very innocent early on," she said.

He sipped his drink, listening.

"When we sort of both realized we weren't going to end up together, there was one thing he continued to persist that he wanted — relationship or not. Just one time," she said.

"Which was?" he said.

She blushed. Glanced around.

"No one can hear us. Come on. What was it?" he said.

"He wanted to taste me," she said, drinking quickly to cover her embarrassment. 

"And how long did he persist in asking you?" he said.

"Six years. Before I relented," she said.

"Wow. It better be good, in that case," he said.

"It was," she said.

She sort of glazed over looking away. Thinking about it.

"Of course, it was a long time ago. So I don't remember exact specifics. I just remember what made such an impression on me was that it was all we did. Nothing else. He wanted nothing else," she said.

"Really?" he said.

"Yes. I think it was that he was at the cross roads of becoming serious with someone and we sort of knew it was either that night or never. I remember the moment I agreed. I remember him shutting off the lights ...leading me to his bed," she said.

Then she snapped out of it.

"Anyway...you get the idea. It was that he was getting pleasure from doing it, and so eager to give me pleasure. This was no, 'Here's what I'm supposed to do next in screwing around,' or even worse, the 'Here's an easy way to get a girl wet quickly to make my life easier,'" she said.

"Wow. You've had some pretty selfish assholes, huh?" he said. He signaled to the bartender for another round.

"I can assure you that not all guys are that way. In fact, in my experience, if you're doing it right, she'll be plenty wet already by the time you do that — so she's ready, and wants it. That's really the best way," he said.

She twinged internally in an ever-so-pleasant way, but outwardly rolled her eyes. 

"Is this where you tell me how fucking amazing you are in bed again?" she said.

He laughed.

"I mean, I certainly believe you, but after a while it moves beyond impressive and mildly torturous in a pleasant sort of way to plain out torture," she said, smiling.

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to tell you that you don't like it because you haven't had it done right," he said, laughing.

"I know... I'm just teasing you," she said, smiling. 

"I like hearing how you're the unstoppable love stallion of the century, actually. It gives me hope," she said.

He laughed. 

"Hope for what?" he said.

"For the nature of men? That someone is doing it right? And getting it right, even if it isn't me, unfortunately? I don't know. Something. I just like it. I like you sharing it with me," she said, catching his eyes this time.

He winked at her.

"So, did you ever think maybe your feelings run deeper than those you admit to on the surface?" he asked.

"How so?" she said.

"Maybe Catholic guilt lingering?" he said.

"Your high school self probably thought a boy doing that to you was pretty dirty," he said, eyes on hers again. His voice lowered a little. She felt that twinge again, a little stronger this time.

He turned toward her, his side against the bar.

"And enjoying it? That would have been really dirty," he said.

She bit her lip a little bit. He had this way, this way of taking her off guard, making her see things a different way, even about herself. 

One minute she was able to juggle all the balls of self control and coolness in the air and the next minute he'd pull one out and they'd all fall to the floor — before she even knew what happened.

"I never really thought of it that way," she said.

She crossed her legs and moved in her chair a little bit.

"You want to go?" he said.

"Sure," she said.

He paid the check. She offered him money but he wouldn't take it. 

"Consider it my apology on behalf of inept, self-centered guys everywhere," he said.

"Shut up," she said, laughing.

They walked down the street, and he said, "What time is your train?" 

"They are every hour, at about ten minutes after the hour. I can hustle and get the next one," she said.

"Why don't you stop by first? Get the next one. You can see my place. Then you don't have to rush. It's on the way," he said.

"Ok. That's easier than running," she said.

Her wheels were still spinning. His were too. She could see.

"So I think you're onto something. Not sure it is Catholic guilt or whatever. But maybe there's more to it than I thought. Now that I'm sure you're sick of talking about it," she said, after they'd gotten inside.

"Not at all. It's sort of fascinating me," he said, sitting down and handing her a drink.

She pulled her coat off before taking it, and let it fall to the floor.

"You know how I would rather be on the M side of sado-masochistic? That's my deal," she said.

"Really, I never realized," he said sarcastically.

She punched him in the arm.

"Watch it. That makes you more on the 'S' than the 'M' side," he said.

"Only if you enjoy it," she said, smiling.

"No comment. Go on," he said.

"Well, maybe I feel like being in that position isn't servant-like enough for me — that it makes the guy the one serving me," she said.

"As opposed to fucking you? Maybe it's only the way I do it, but I sure as hell am providing a service when I do," he said.

He turned the dial in her head another notch. Twisted that perspective.

"Then again, I consider myself full-service in this department," he said.

"I don't see why delivering you pleasure in that way is any different than any other way," he said.

"Well...actually, you're right. I never thought of it that way," she said, her voice different.

He moved to sit down next to her.

"And really, I can't think of a more vulnerable position for you to be in sexually. Open, and vulnerable. Completely submitting to someone else's control. You're problem is..." he said, his voice quiet.

She put her beer down, feeling his leg next to hers.

"You just put that control in the hands of some dipshit who didn't know what to do with it," he said.

She felt his hand move to her back, resting there.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Thinking," he said.

"You know I can't back away from a challenge," he said.

She closed her eyes.

"I wasn't challenging you," she said.

"We were talking as friends," she said, as he pulled her to her feet.

"I know. Maybe I'm challenging myself. Maybe as a friend I can't let you continue with this general perception of eating pussy," he said.

She gasped and covered his mouth.

"Don't talk like that," she said

"You like when I talk like that," he said, backing her into a wall.

"Too much. I'm leaving," she said, trying to move out from him.

"Not yet," he said, pushing her back against the wall.

She covered her eyes with the back of her hand.

"You know I can't let you leave. Not without letting me," he said.

Now she covered her face with both her hands.

"No," she whispered, muffled from under her hands.

"I'm not letting you leave without letting me do this. And guess what else?" he said.

"What?" she sighed, knowing she was losing a battle in which both of them were against her weakening will.

"This way, you letting me do this is ....submitting to me. Submitting to what I want to do. I'm in control," he said.

He took her chin in his hand and moved his mouth to her ear.

"When you feel my mouth there. My tongue. It's because I want it. Not you. Me," he said.

He said all the things that he shouldn't have said , but the ones that worked. 

"I can't do this," she said.

"You're not doing anything...I am," he said. 

Before she knew it, he'd led her to his bed.

She tried to say more, and he covered her mouth with his hand.

"Shut up," he said.

He pushed her backwards onto his bed.

She leaned on her elbows, watching him. She could feel herself starting to shake.

He clicked off the light, leaving just a faintly lit room. 

"Close your eyes," he said.

She stretched out on the bed and closed her eyes.

She heard something and then felt him wrapping something over her eyes. Before she knew it, she was blindfolded.

"Wait," she said, reaching her hands up to her face.

"Shhh," he said.

Over her on the bed now, he leaned to her ear. She felt him warm and strong over her.

Her fingers closed into fists.

"Listen to me. This is what I want you to do. Pretend this blindfold is inside your head too," he whispered, close to her ear.

"I want you to throw away all of your previous experiences with this. Pretend this has never happened to you before. Open your mind as if it is the first time. Can you do that?" he said.

In the darkness, with only his voice in her ear, she could. She nodded.

"Good girl," he said. 

Still shivering, she felt his fingers at the front of her shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. Then at her jeans, pulling them off. It was terrifying to imagine herself naked without being able to see him or his eyes. What he was thinking. What he was doing.  She felt completely helpless.

It was such a turn on.

She visibly shivered.

"Are you cold?" he said.

She laughed.

"Uh, no," she said.

He smiled silently — undetectably to her.

She felt, heard nothing. Then his hand in her hair.

His mouth over hers, warm, lips grazing hers. Then gently, so gently, his tongue softly licked her lips.

Her eyes fluttered beneath the blindfold.

She reached out for his mouth, and their tongues touched in the silence. In the darkness. His hand reached under her head to pull her mouth to his, their tongues together, mouths together. She reached up for him but he gently pushed her hands down again.

"Not yet. I don't want you to move," he said.

She listened.

He pulled his mouth away from hers again and then she felt his hands. His fingers touched her mouth. Then pulled away.

Her back arched as his hands moved to her shoulders, down, and under her breasts, up to her hardened nipples, pulling away again, then feeling his tongue on one, then the other, teasing, pulling away. 

Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps now. 

In her ear again, he whispered.

"Are you getting wet?" he asked.

She sucked in her breath quickly. Her hips writhed. Her back arched.

"God, yes," she said.

She felt him now, his hands on her knees, gently spreading her legs open. Her teeth started to chatter again. For some reason, she was suddenly terrified. She could barely breathe.

She felt him kneeling between her legs, over her body, up to her mouth again.

He gently licked her lips once more.

"You want me to do it now," he said.

It wasn't a question.

"No...," she said.

"No, I'm afraid," she said.

"Afraid of what?" he whispered.

"I don't know. I really don't," she said.

His fingers found her nipple again and she cried out softly.

"You're afraid you're going to like it. That's what you're afraid of," he whispered, saying her name.

"That's what this has been about all along," he said.

His fingers moved from her nipple...down. He pushed her legs open more. Found her pussy, and gently stroked it, outside, softly. Her hips lifted unconsciously.

"You need to let go of that. Just let it go...lose control...," he whispered in her ear.

Her turn on was volcanic. His fingers insistent, gently opening her now, finding her so wet, so ready. 

"I want you to want this so badly you're ready to beg me for it. Do you?" he said.

"Yes...yes," she said.

And she did.

He gently moved his mouth toward hers, and softly licked her lips again. The psychological impact of his unexpected tongue was shocking her into complete loss of control.

"You want my tongue?" he said. "Please stop..," she said, unable to catch her breath.

"I want this. I want to taste how wet you are," he said.

Her eyes rolled again.

"Hurry. Please. Just ...," she said.

She felt him moving. His hands on her inner thighs.

Silence. 

Darkness.

And the gentle touch of his tongue on her inner thigh.

She jumped as if it was a live flame.

He smiled his silent smile again.

He couldn't let her wait any longer, because if he was honest, he couldn't wait any longer himself.

As he touched her clit with his tongue, he realized his mouth was actually watering. She was so wet. So ready. He held her writhing hips steady and strong in his hands.

She felt his tongue on her clit, licking it at first, then teasing his tongue back and forth gently over it. Then stronger.

She was so wet. So delicious.

Then something happened he didn't plan for, or expect.

He lost control of himself. His reaction to her shuddering, naked, turned on body on his bed, her wet pussy in his mouth. He sucked her clit into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth.

Her back arched, her gasps turned to heavy, breathy, screaming sighs. Her fingers dug into his bed.

His tongue penetrated her now, licking, and sucking deep within her, and she tried to beat him away, wriggle away — it was too much.

His dick was rock hard. He let her get away for a second — in time to pull his tshirt over his head and get out of the rest of his clothes, as she lay gasping, curled up on his bed.

"Stop...it's enough. You proved your point. I believe you," she shakily whispered.

Still blindfolded, she shuddered, trying to hold her arms around her knees.

"Fuck. That," he said, deliberately.

She fought him, but he pulled her back down, opened her arms, her legs, lifted her hips to him, and took her pussy in his mouth again.

Her sighs gave out to raspy screams as he relentlessly sucked at her clit, his arms now locked around her thighs to keep her still and tight to his mouth.

Now she understood why she was afraid, because he'd well gone beyond the "I can't take it" boundary, and from the first time she came she couldn't stop. She finally pulled the blindfold off, to bury her fingers in his hair, pulling it, scratching his arms.

After the last time she came loudly, they both slowed..her laying back, his tongue gently circling her clit...his hands free now to let go, they moved up to her body, to her nipples again...

Slow motion, erotic, she softly writhed under his pressured teasing of her clit, bringing her there, slowly...slowly...her hips writhing with his movements, her fingers in his hair...whispering now

"Oh....yeah...."

"That's it....oh yeah...."

Rhythmic, gently circles of his tongue, teasing, penetrating, circling, stroking her nipples, her body, her breasts, her ass lifting in the air...

"Almost...oh ....yeah...almost...that's it..," she whispered, whispering his name.

He felt her shudder with the last circles he made, knowing that one last pressure, gently sucking her clit into his mouth..that would be it...

"Now...that's it...now....oh God...oh yeah...," her fingers tightened in his hair...and she ....she...she.....came..., arching, softly, sighing...quietly, pulling him away now, up, coming as their tongues teased, their kissing wet, both hot and hard and wet against each other...kissing..kissing...

He pulled away, and brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"Okay?" he whispered.

She laughed softly.

"No...I wouldn't describe myself as okay...but I'll let you know what I am in about four days when I can put a sentence together," she said.

He kissed her again, and moved over her, pressing himself between her legs.

"How about we make it five days..maybe six?" he said.

"No....no, I can't. Are you crazy?" she said.

"No..I told you. I'm just full service," he said.

She laughed, but sucked in her breath feeling his hard dick against her swollen, hot, soaking wet pussy.

"Ok...but I'll just have to warn you. You might have to stop talking about you being the screw of the century for a few days, since I'm pretty much the fuck of the millennium," she said, laughing.

"We'll see," he said, smiling back at her. 

She laughed but the feeling of his hard dick sliding inside her shut her off quickly. She had no voice left to scream, so instead, she just dug her nails into his back and whispered, urging, and he fucked her fast, hard. He was just too turned on by the taste of her, the feel of her, her eyes, faster...faster.

He pulled out and turned her over on her knees, and she arched deep down to let him slide in as far as he could go.




Going Down



This was her favorite way to be fucked. Had she told him that? He knew everything.

Holding again onto her hips, he slid inside her, deep, long, hard, over, and over, and she came from a place where she'd never been — somewhere she'd gone when she thought she had no orgasms left.

Finally she pulled away and pushed him on his back. 

"Why don't you let me do all the work for a change?" she said.

He smiled as she slid herself down onto him, so tight, hot, wet, and she slowly rotated her hips...sliding up, and down at the same time.

She went as slow as either of them could take it, but before long, she was bucking, writhing, hands in her hair, her full breasts bouncing over him, and he reached to hold them, working her nipples, sliding up an down, up and down

He rolled her over one last time, so he finished, hard, fast and they were eyes to eyes, as long as she could keep them from rolling backward.

And he let himself go on the bed, rolling onto his back, both of them with their eyes closed. 

That silence again. That darkness.

Just breathing.

Then:

"So...did I change your mind?" he said, still eyes closed.

She rolled over to lean her chin on her hand on his chest.

"Seriously? How much stroking does your ego need that you even have to ask that question?" she said.

"It depends. Would you consider yourself full service?" he said, opening one eye and looking down at her.

She laughed.

They both were quiet thinking.

"Well, if I said what I'm thinking...you'd have your answer," she said.

He put his hands behind his head to look at her, both eyes open now.

"And what's that?" he said.

Her eyes were sparkling. There was a hint of smile at her mouth, but more.

"I can't," she said, looking down. Blushing.

"I'm just wondering if it is the same thing I'm thinking," he said, winking at her.

He rolled her over on her back, leaning over her now.

"Ok — how about I count to three...and we say what we're thinking at the same time," he said.

She smiled at him.

"Ok," she said.

"One...two...three," he said.

They both said it at the same time, but he was already half way down her belly with his mouth when he said it. 

"I want more."

The end. 



Going Down



For a long time Kristy and I haven't fucked. Instead I kneel between her legs and lick her pussy while I play with my cock. As I get close to my climax, I go really wild on her cunt until I come in my hand. Lately I had been thinking about a variation in that routine.

"How would you like to tie my hands behind me and suck my cock?" I asked her. She always liked to suck my cock, and I used to tie her up and fuck her, but she had never tied me up.

"That way I would be really horny, and if I knelt between your legs and started licking your pussy, I wouldn't be able to touch myself. You would have control of my cock. All I could do would be to fuck you with my tongue. I would have to keep sucking your cunt until you were completely satisfied."

"Get one of your old ties," she answered.

"After you were completely satisfied," I said as she tied my hands behind me, "You could have me lick your ass. Would you like that, to have me on my knees licking your ass after I had made you come with my tongue?

"Since you would have control of my cock with my hands tied, you could decide what, if anything, would come after you made me lick your ass." 

She was sitting on the bed while I stood in front of her, my cock sticking out eagerly. She pulled me closer to her and said, "Come here. Let me wrap my lips around your big cock." 

I love to have my cock in Kristy's mouth, and she loves it too. Every once in a while she will swirl her tongue around the head in a way that drives me wild. In the dim light of the room, I could see her lips moving up and down on my cock. She was taking her time, just enjoying it. She didn't want me to come in her mouth this time. I could feel that tingle that told me I was close to coming, if only she speeded up a bit. But that was not to be.

"Get down on you knees," she told me. "I want you to fuck me with your tongue."

I began running my tongue along the length of her slit, drinking in her wetness. Soon she was moaning and holding my head into her cunt. "Fuck me with your tongue," she ordered. Put your tongue inside me."

I used my tongue like a cock, pushing it into her pussy, in and out, in and out, while she became more vocal.

"Now my clit," she said. "Run your tongue around my clit."

I did as I was told, and soon she was humping my face, making a lot of noise, and then shuddering as she came.

I sat back on my heels for just a minute, my face wet with her juice, listening to her as she caught her breath.

"Again," she told me. "I want another. My pussy is all wet. I want you to clean it up with your tongue. I want to fuck your face again."

I could feel my cock, straining in front of me, hard as it had ever been. There was nothing I could do for myself. Kristy had control of my cock. I leaned forward and put my tongue to work, licking up the wetness of her pussy. 

It didn't take long for her to feel another orgasm coming on. I was afraid the neighbors would hear her as she shouted, "Suck me off. Come on, Conrad, suck my cunt. I want to come in your face."

She pulled my face into her snatch and started humping me. For a moment I thought I was going to drown in her pussy juice. The she had a tremendous orgasm and lay back on the bed. I leaned back on my heels again, 

After she caught her breath, she said, "Come on, Conrad. You aren't finished yet." She put her hands on her thighs, holding them apart, exposing her rosebud. "Come on, I want your tongue on my ass."

I leaned forward again and started running my tongue between her cheeks, finally zeroing in on her asshole.

"That's it, run your tongue around my asshole. I really like. I think I'm going to have you lick my ass every night. Would you like that? Would you like to be my ass licker?"

I kept rimming her asshole and then pushed my tongue against the tight ring.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Are you trying to fuck me in the ass with your tongue? Well, go ahead, but don't expect to get anything else in my ass."

I kept pushing my tongue against her tight ass until I felt the end of it go in.

"Oh my God, you are filthy! You have your tongue in my ass. Is that what you like to do, to put your tongue in women's asses?"

I started moving my tongue in and out of her ass, wishing I could reach my cock, but of course I couldn't.

When she had had enough, she moved her legs down. "I've decided," she told me, "that you're not going to come tonight. I want to keep control of your cock."

She helped me get into bed with my hands still tied. Then she spooned herself behind me and reached around to hold my hard cock. 

"I've always want to go to sleep holding your cock," she said, but once I get my hand on it, you start getting randy. Now with your hands tied, I have control of your cock.

"If you're good tonight, I'll untie your hands in the morning and let your jerk off while I watch you."



Going Down



When I saw your dick hard in front of my face I thought, "Good lord, yes! I could do some round circular swirl-like tongue rimming on that right there. I see that sensitive area where your head forms into its shaft. I could just flick that under spot with my pointed, wet tongue."

And you reply, "It's yours to do as you want". That is the perfect answer for a girl who wants to suck cock.

So I do. I flick. I flick and suck and swirl. I do it on my own accord. As much as I would love for you to tell me how you want it and what to do, please do not say a word. Not right now. My eyes have gazed upon you igniting my own passion. I know exactly what I want to do. How I want your hardened member in my throat, my mouth, beating my face, juicing my oral cavity with saliva turned drool!

That tip commands special attention. Covering it whole and placing my mouth directly over top I begin to close in tightly. I suck it hard; forming suction along it's under rim until I get a seal that now can endure a really hard suck. It is a suck that draws my cheeks in and uses neck muscles. I move your skin just by that force right over the tip and back. I love that.

Now let me take it out and smack my face with it. Bounce it off my tongue and whip my forehead with it too. This position allows my attention to handle your base. I meet your balls and cuddle them one by one caressing them in my mouth. Lightly pulling the skin away from its core, I pull my face off of your sac. I look up at you for reassurance that I am pleasing you. I flash you a subtle glance of desire. I love what I am doing. You look down with confirmation that indeed I am fulfilling a need of yours. Our eye contact holds, and energizes me from deep within. Pure delight is captured as you look down into my golden brown eyes. 

This is still me in the playful mode. I am enjoying the moment. I want the control. I am in a mode of preparation for serious cock sucking. This is getting my internal spaces enticed for more, the balance of mind and body. It is my own mind luring in your cock for my ultimate delight. This is a mental place where sensuality and physical excitement meet. I love to fully feel and yearn for you while the act of sucking you off communicates within my brain a felling of complete and utter joy. You take me back to the basics of enjoying the simplicity of senses overtaking my body. 

So I get low and lick you from underneath. It's a wonderful place to be, under a man like this. On my knees; having control but yet appearing so submissive. I lick you slow. Deliberate. Slowly and gently I have your bulging, engorged head in my mouth. I sit up more on my knees as if to be coming out of a sitting back on my heels position to a more upright one. I do this in order to fully take in your length. I run my tongue up the side. I run it over the top. I then, run my tongue down the other side. You have such a grand smile on it propels me into further suckling on your shaft. Sighs forthcoming, I raise both arms up over my head and feel your torso. It is flat and tight and so wonderfully warm. Feeling heat under my palms while running over every inch of your stomach within reach while my lips hold you tightly is a magnificent turn on. Licking you turns into harder sucking. Pulling and tugging you from inside my mouth I feel how hardness is responding. I continue to suck as the rise and fall of your chest coincides with the air exhaling through elated body. I feel your breathing and your mild trembling shakes as it stirs my insides. You take me to a place that understands the need for this excitement and thrill. I suck and command twitching muscles to call for more.

Running now up your shaft--- let the fun begin. I give a true suck, a blow. A wet back and forth slide quickly keeps a pace that I feel you like. I repeat. Down and up and wet and swallow. Down and up and wet and swallow. More. When I come up you see that ebony black streaks are running down my face. I know I am doing a good job if I have spit entangled hair, eyeliner running, tears dripping off the corners of my eyes, my nose is running and my entire chin is sopping wet with gelled saliva. It's the "Fuck my face" face! I taste and enjoy all of your precum, and grab with my hands your hard dick to tease some more out. I do enjoy a stroke or two. I steal just a few, nice and slow and easy. I can really lick the top now. And then I can get my hand wet in covered warm spit and drooling liquid from my mouth. It will ooze out of me sloppy intentionally because I like it wet. I will be so succulent with noises as it does turn me on! Gulps and swallows with random drops down the side of you because it feels good for you too; the hot fluid running down to your base. I look at the edge of your bulging head. That nice defined rim makes linger there.

You are grasping my shoulders, my head, anything you can reach. I feel your tense body begin to quiver. I look for these changes. I react to these changes. I draw you in as you draw in breath. I hear your breathing go shallow with short little pants of delight. I take you in my mouth again because I want more of your noises. I hear you and my pussy floods its folded surfaces with juices. Moan to me so I can please you according to your commands. There is nothing I want more than to take you to new levels of enjoyment while I create a tingle within my own slippery lips. I wait for those unexpected gasps as I run over a sensitive area. It makes me change it up and work it for more pleasure. I focus on your cock, its smooth skin, moving to my rhythm. This is what I strive for, a unified meeting of you and me in this place of satisfying oral euphoria.

And then I press my nose up against your stomach, head turned, face down, in skilled effort to deep throat you far back. Your curve fits me inside my neck. I pull off and look up at you. Then, I go back down. I stay there. You press your hand on my head, shoving me down.

Harder! Press until you think I can't breathe! And I will find a way! Quickly fighting off the gag reflex, I relax my throat and you pass my soft pallet. My throat widens accepting you in deeper. I hear your groan. I feel your tip hitting the back of my throat knocking into my walled flesh. It throbs as it begins rubbing the back of me. You love it. You immediately place more pressure on me trying to go even further. This is what you want and I can tell. I gurgle and suck and choke you deeper. Soggy spit runs off of me and drips onto your pelvic area that I am merely smashed into. Again you force yourself in deep as your downward motion pressing on my head meets your upward power of your hips. All of this force settles in the back of my throat.

Your close and I know it. This is the moment of form. This is the wetness between my legs merging with the mental heat of my mind absorbing your cum in thought. It is here I go into my space. Here that you begin to lose yourself as I do. You are physically losing it, I mentally. Take me over the edge as I grasp your hardness inside me. Let it go for me. Let it cum. Flow to me. Release in my mouth. Release down in my hot throat. I welcome your cream and want it. A satisfaction and sense of need fills me as I become your collection reservoir. My senses are heightened; I hear, feel, see you cum. A huge exhale sounds off in the room. I listen and still feel my own wetness. It also is overpowering my mind. Hearing your voice when you release is beautiful. The sound of your recovery breathing sends chills throughout me. Nothing is so perfect than that moment.



Going Down



This story took place in an elevator after work. I was leaving off in my blue tan double-breasted suit with briefcase in hand. I worked in a high-rise where the elevator had encased in glass, so one could see the whole wondrous city. I was stressed out and tired after a long day, unknowingly a beautiful woman was standing to my left as stared as I stared at the empty walls. The elevator bell clicked on, the light illuminated the darkened halls.

I stepped in the elevator, unaware this mystery woman had stepped in as well. I turned around clicked the basement floor where my car was parked. This woman was working in my office building., but I had noticed her before in passing. We only said "hi!" to each other, but no real conversation. Then I felt her warm hands caress my shoulders. I stood in shock and the briefcase landed on the floor. I turned around; it was Katherine from the other sales office. She was wearing a silk black dress skirt. (It was a like a working woman's suit), black stockings and black heels. She was a 36c, 5'9", black shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and had firm beautiful body.

Then elevator started to move down a couple of floors down; Katherine turned around and looked me devilishly. With her back turned, she said " I finally have you all to myself." I said "Yes, I have been yearning for you after all these months." I could not hold myself back and kissed her deeply squeezing her body close to me. My hands caressed her back and ass while her hands soothed my back, shoulders and neck. I stepped behind her and began to kiss her neck with my hands reaching down and slowly moving up her soft, silky legs underneath her dress. Katherine moaned as I did this. Her left arm reached around as she arched her neck to kiss me more. I kissed her lovingly then slowly began to take down her black lace panties.

She smiled and stepped out of the black lace panties. Katherine turned around and kissed me passionately. She placed her hands on my chest feeling my built body underneath. Her hand reached down and with her fingertips lightly touched the head of my hardening shaft. Katherine began to kiss and unbutton my shirt as she moved down, still caressing, teasing my member as she approached. I moaned, my head flung back and eyes closed. I heard the zipper as her soft loving hands opened my pants. She stood up and slowly, gracefully pulled my pants down. My member stood out hard and erect wanting to be fill her.

Katherine smiled, kissed me on the lips and turned around, her arms placed on the rails, spread her legs and welcomed me with her firm tight pussy. I placed my hard member into her pussy she moaned lightly. My hands on her hips, my legs parallel to hers as my shaft began to fill her pussy. I slowly picked up the pace, going faster and faster. The city lights streaking past my eyes like some hallucination. I withdrew my hard cock, soaked with her wet juices and my passion. Katherine declared "Please don't leave, I want you so much." Without a second thought, I went long, hard, deeper into her walls squeezed my hard shaft.

My shaft exploded into her soaking the pussy walls. Some cum dripped out of her. She screamed so loud, I thought the whole city would hear. My body shook, legs buckling, I never expected she would be so wonderful. 

I withdrew from her, our juices covering my hard shaft She turned around and sucked me dry. I never thought a woman would so good with cock. My caresses her black silky hair in my hands with such ecstasy, I thought it would never end. She stood up and smiled at me. Katherine said "I hope you don't mind, if I was too forward." As she began to put her panties back on while I began to get dressed. I said "You were great!" She continued "This where I get off." The she silently started the elevator once again and left this moment of sanctuary. All I could do was stare at this gorgeous woman who had given me the ride of my life. I pressed the parking lot button; I had this huge smile on my face. Other people probably thought a big sales had come down. They were almost right. The elevator doors quietly opened as I was walked happily to my car.



Going Down



She nervously entered the main lobby, unsure of what was to come. She looked at the buzzer panel and looked under the name Smith.  Apartment 717 is where it referenced to. She pressed the buzzer that signified his name. She looked toward the speaker in front of her, half expecting to see a face pop out of it.  

"Hi there, I'll be right down" a low voice emerged from the speaker. She acknowledged the voice with her own and then heard a loud buzzing, that minimally surprised her. She then realized it was the buzzer to the door, and now the locked door would open freely for her. She opened the door quickly, as not to miss the time period on the buzzer. She walked straight forward to what was presumably the elevator, eyeing two doors that split apart. 

She approached the elevator and pressed the up arrow. She looked above the elevator to a bar of lights, which indicated which floor the elevator was presently on. The light shown brightly on the number 7, and next to it was a down arrow that was lit. The number changed as she could hear movement within the chamber. It descended as the numbers started to decrease. She took a moment and thought how crazy she was to be there, but was tooexcited and too horny to miss out on anything that could occur this day. The elevator came to a halt, and she saw the number 1 brightly lit. The doors opened, and slightly surprised, Mr. Smith stood before her. 

Mr. Smith didn’t look striking in his shorts and T-shirt,and she had second thoughts about him. "Hi there, sexy, how are you?"he said. "Umm I’m okay, lazy day huh?" she retorted. "Oh, I jumped out of the shower a few minutes ago, I'm sorry" he said. She smiled and entered the elevator with him. He pressed the button for the seventh floor, andthe doors began to close. Little did she know what was about to become of her. 

Mr. Smith leaned over gently grabbed behind her lower backand pulled her close for a kiss. A little surprised, she returned his affection puzzled. He let go and when the elevator reached the fifth floor, he reached out to the control panel and pulled a button, which stopped the elevator with a sudden little jerk. 

She looked at him, more quizzically now, almost frightened,until he said,"Close your eyes". After a moment of self debate, she followed his order. He gently pushed her back against the wall of the car, and held her arms. He guided her hands to the handrail just about the height of her waist. 

Mr. Smith then took out a bandana, she had not know was inhis pocket, and began to put it around her head. "What are you doing?" she said, with an evil smile on her face. "Shhhh", he said, "Or you will be punished". She tried to disguise her smile, but not to much avail. She felt his lips on hers, as he began to kiss her. Then histongue eased past her lips, to her tongue and found it willingly playful. Heput his hands on her front thighs and slowly raised them to her hips, up theside of her body, over her front, her breasts, her arms, to her neck, where he grasped tightly and kissed her deeper. 

Bringing his hands down to the top of her shirt, He undidher first button. She let out a little sigh, but there was no response from him. A second and third button seemed to give way to his fingers, until the shirt was opened and her flesh could be spied upon down to her waist. Hestarted to kiss and lick her neck and ears, as his hands dove under her shirtand grabbed her hips. Glistening saliva could be seen down her neck to the center of her breasts. There he was, forcing her left breast into his mouth. Licking, sucking, and biting as if he was a newborn, she began to moan without control. Then, as she was really starting to enjoy herself, he stopped, andmomentarily seemed to vanish. The next thing she knew, most of her right nipple was in his mouth, being bitten hard. She gasped and moaned deeply as the shockbegan to wear off.

His hands moved from her hips, up to where his mouth was, onher breasts. He then began to grope her breasts, molding them as if they were clay. Then he would tweak and pinch the nipple as though it were a grain of sand, made to be played with. This would bring more, deep, gutteral moans from her, as he played with them. 

He moved his mouth down so his hands would have more access, and made a little trail from her breasts, to her bellybutton. His tongue would dart in and out of her bellybutton, just like as if it were another pussy. She began to take her hands off the railing and hold his head into her, but he sternly took her hands and replaced them on the rail. 

Removing his hands from her hips, he brought it down thelength of her dress and then felt flesh at her knees. He then brought his hands up her legs, under the dress, and caressed her thighs as he moved up her legs.When he go to the point where her waistband on the dress was, he hooked hisfingers over her panties and yanked them down. At this point, all she could do was feel him disrobe her. He brought them down to her ankles and gently pulled on one leg to be able to position her to take them off. 

Back from her ankles to her hips, he caressed her legs and thighs, gently moaning himself. He lifted her skirt a little, just enough toput his head underneath. She could feel him getting closer to her pussy, and was starting to melt. Once again, she took her hands and pushed against her skirt, where his head was, bringing his nose into the cleft of her pussy. He pulled away quickly and stood up. He forcefully turned her around to face the wall of the elevator, where she could feel the coolness. He then brought something again to her head, only this time around her mouth. It had a familiar feel to it and realized it was her own panties he was gagging her with. 

Then he took one hand and wrapped something around it andtied it to the railing, she faintly struggled, but not with much resistance.The other hand followed and was tied to the railing. His body melded againsther back, he breathed into her ear. "That was for being a bad girl"he would say."Now for your punishment". She no longer felt him against her back and was slightly frightened, but only to feel his hands on her hips shortly after. 

He grabbed her hips and pulled her back. She awkwardly stepped back and was vulnerable at this point. She could feel her skirt being lifted, she then felt flesh against her ass. His thighs were warm as theyrested against her ass. She then felt a hardness against the top of her ass.She knew it was his cock and wanted it soo bad right now, she wiggled her ass,to get it to rest between her cheeks. 

There was a little crack in the air, as his hand landed against her bright ass cheek. With a little jump, she tried to shriek, but was inhibited by her panty gag. She realized that she had done something wrong andstood still. He gently caressed her ass in this compliance. 

There was a wet feeling at her tailbone, and realized it washis tongue. He licked down the crack of her ass, to her waiting, wet, pussylips. He licked back up again, gently playing with her asshole. She began to moan intensely, and if that was not enough, she began to feel a finger playing with her pussy lips. She was bent over, but still standing, and beginning totire, but she couldn’t resist the feeling. With a tongue at her asshole and multiple fingers playing with her pussy and clit, she was oblivious to all pain. 

The tongue left her, as with the fingers, and she cried as if in withdrawl. She then felt a bulge at her pussy lips, and knowing what it was, quickly pushed backwards, impaling herself on his hard cock. She pushed against the railing she was tied to, continuously impaling herself on his cock.She could her him moan now, deeply as she would wiggle against him. He spanked her a few more times while she was fucking him, but she knew this was nodiscipline, he was giving her what she wanted.

Her orgasm was coming on quickly, and so was her pace fucking him. He then withdrew from her pussy, and again she was frustrated. She wiggled her ass in the air, as if trying to find his cock in the dark, hoping it would come home to her pussy. Once again, his hands landed on her hips and she stayed steady, waiting for his cock. However, this time, it was aimed directly at her asshole, and with one thrust, found its way in it. He could hear herscream through the gag, but hopefully nobody else would. She gasped for air for a few moments, while he just stayed inside her ass, without moving.

Once she recovered from the initial shock, she was so excited. He held onto her hips and began driving himself into her. Just as she would catch her breath, he would drive deeper into her, and faster. She had never been so completely fucked as this. He picked up the tempo, and his balls could be heard slapping against the wetness of her pussy lips. His groans got louder and breathing more rapid, and she knew he was going to cum in her ass,and she loved it. 

Just as he was coming in her ass, he reached around her waist and quickly rubbed her clit. This surprised her, and even more so, when she started coming instantly, and could only cry into her gag. She felt emptyn as he removed his cock from her ass, and then took her restraints off. The gagand blindfold were removed too, and she turned to him quickly and grabbed him tight and kissed him deeply. 

"What was that for?" he asked. "Oh, nothing", she replied. "Well there is more of nothing once we get into the apartment" he said with the most devilish grin. She could only imagine....................................



Going Down



I sometimes wonder if I enjoy hooking up with guys for the shear pleasure of giving them pleasure. I have been with enough guys to know what they like and don’t like. Every guy I have been with I have had a connection with from my first kiss with Christian to my last with Mike. I am a sexual person even though I have never had sex. So, I make the most of my time with the guys I like.

Last night I planned an afternoon get together with Mike. We had a fabulous date on Friday night. Drinks, good food, laughing, and tons of flirting topped the evening. At the end of the evening I was tempted to kiss him, knowing he is a shy guy. But I chose not to and we parted at 2 a.m. We started chatting online after we both got to our homes and he told me how beautiful, smart, sexy, and wonderful I was. I was absolutely glowing from what a sweet and nice guy he was.

We had another racy conversation online. I asked him what was one thing he wanted to do sexually with me. He replied with, “Tongue Ring.” I said what about it. He says. “Anywhere you want it!” My heart stopped while my panties soaked themselves just thinking of this cute ass guy licking my clit was almost too much to bear. I was tempted to masturbate before bed but I figured I would save it for when he came over this afternoon.

About 1:30 p.m., Mike comes to my place. We head up to my bedroom and start chatting about whatever and nothing while listening to music. It really is just filler because we both know why he is at my place. After about an hour I move my head close to his to the point of where our lips are almost touching. We kind of meet halfway, as my lips touch his and our mouths part with our tongues intertwining. Getting the first feel of his tongue ring, he has told me so much about. I am already so worked up I don’t even want to waste time with the foreplay. He has caught my interest with that tongue ring of his. But his kisses are enjoyable and we make out for a while. It was kind of rough yet passionate at the same time.

I decide to get on top of him as I grind my pussy into his groin. I start licking his ears, which drives him crazy. I start getting a little bossy and Mike is teasing me about it. So, I decided to lie down on my bed and let him do the work. He starts with my neck planting small kisses, no marks which is a plus. I’m begging him to take off my jacket and bra. Minor problems with both but it the end fixed. He starts to flick his tongue around one of my nipples then moves to the next one. He is just teasing me and making me wetter and wetter with anticipation of where his tongue may go next. 

He finally works his way down to my baby blue fleece pants. Takes them off my body and starts to plant kisses around my pussy. Then my purple thong panties come off and he goes in for the kill. Without a doubt, a tongue ring is one of the best investments any guy can have. For my first orgasm he didn’t even use his fingers to get my off. He just licked, sucked, and kissed my cunt with uttermost care and precision. It wasn’t too long before I was screaming out his name and cumming all over his hot little mouth.

It took me a little bit to catch my breath. He told me my moans and yells were amazing and he would be glad to go down on my any day of the week. As excited as this made me I wanted to return the favor to him. I get him to lie on his back so I can please him in ways he couldn’t imagine. His nipples were extraordinarily sensitive I could tell his cock was throbbing from the light nibbling on his nipples. I snaked my tongue down his stomach and breathed along the outline of his cock and his boxers. I didn’t want to tease him anymore, so I pulled down his pants and then his boxers.

I started kissing around his cock, but not directly on it. Then I used my tongue to just lick up and down the sides of his cock. I wanted to give him a great blowjob without using my hands, so I knew I was going to have to pull out some tricks. I took one of his balls in my mouth and massaged it around, then I took the other, then I took both. Mike was enjoying this immensely, which could be told by his withering on the bed. I then started sucking the tip of his cock, moving my mouth lower and lower until I had deep throated him. I held his cock in my mouth for a few seconds and started bobbing up and down on it and rolling my tongue around his cock. Within five minutes he came. But I didn’t even realize it so I kept going on sucking him. He stayed hard which is great…makes me wonder what it is like to have sex with him. For the next twenty to twenty-five minutes I sucked, jacked, licked, and kissed all over his cock and balls. It got to the point he was shaking from the different sensation of pleasure he had to have me stop. It was then I learned he had cum once and that he couldn’t believe he stayed hard and I kept going. 

We started kissing a little bit, as Mike caught his breath. The problem with me is I get so horny from sucking cock that I have to get off again. My pussy was so wet I was about to masturbate. But I took Mike’s hand and guided it down showing how hot he makes me. He starts to rub his fingers up and down my slit as my juices cover his fingers. He offered for another tongue ring assault on my pussy and well I couldn’t deny. This time he keeps his fingers down there. He starts with one deep inside my cunt, then another. I ask him how many he says two, I beg him to fuck me with three fingers. As his fingers are ravaging me, his tongue and the tongue ring are working my clit over. I am squirming all over the bed at this point pushing my pussy into his face as he licks and sucks and pushes harder all over my pussy. I start screaming so loud that I had to get a pillow to put over my face. Practically fell off the bed with an ear-shattering orgasm. 

Mike works his way back to me and starts to kiss me again. I catch my breath for the second time of the day and am immensely pleased with how the afternoon has gone. We took a short nap before he had to leave and I kissed him on the way out. Definitely, someone I plan to spend some time with before I leave the country. 



Going down



Finally, my workday was over. All I had to do now was to turn off my computer, take the elevator down to the ground floor, head out the front door and I was a free man. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t feel like a prisoner when I work, it is just that this was in June, the sun was shining and I couldn’t wait to get out of this building of glass and steel to enjoy it to the fullest. As a businessman I was dressed like one. My outfit consisted of a dark blue suit, nice shiny black shoes and a tie. I have never liked wearing a tie, but sometimes you have to follow the office rules and the rules said tie. 

As I am standing waiting for the elevator to arrive at my floor a new employer come up to me and stand besides me, female employer. I give her a little smile and a nod and then turn my eyes to the elevator door. I have always been pretty shy around ladies, especially the cute ones. And let me tell you, this was absolutely one of the prettiest I have ever laid my eyes on. I could smell that she was wearing Dior perfume and the fragrance was getting my blood pressure up. 

Usually the elevator was packed but since it was 7 in the evening, not many were still working so she and I was the only two on our floor waiting. The wooden coloured doors opened and I made a gentleman’s gesture to let her go first. This made it possible to watch her from behind, her strong legs witnessing a woman who worked out. From the high heeled shoes up to the black skirt and all the way past the jacket to the blonde hair that she wore in a knot at the back in her head. She was breathtaking to look at and I am glad nobody saw me looking her up and down before I entered the elevator.

There were about 5 other people in the elevator, and the two of us stood against the back wall as the elevator started descending. I noticed her looking at me and I looked back. She smiled and introduced herself as Julie and told me she had just started working in the building. I shook her hand and told her my name and that I knew she had to be new since I hadn’t seen her before. Just before I finished that sentence we heard a loud “thud” and the elevator came to a stop. We all became quite nervous and the people in the elevator started talking amongst themselves on what the reason could be. I looked at Julie and told her not to worry; it was probably only a small technical problem. Suddenly the elevator went dark and there was a moment of silence from the people in the elevator before nervous mumbling began and the volume increased. I felt Julie’s hand touching mine, maybe to reassure her that she wasn’t alone in this.

A voice came over the intercom telling us there was a problem and that it would take a couple of minutes to fix it, but we were not to worry. The sound of tension and fear leaving the breaths of the people in the elevator could easily be heard next door. Julie’s hand left mine and I obviously thought that she wasn’t afraid anymore. I felt her hand again but this time it was on my thigh. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I was in a dark elevator, with people in it and this beautiful girl is touching my thigh, rubbing it up and down. But I would be a fool if I said something or stopped her so I just stand there, to see what she has in mind. Her hand moves further and further up and she is now rubbing my cock outside my pants.

Lucky for me, the other people are talking so the public does not hear the sound of my zipper being pulled down. With one swift move my semi hard cock is out in the open and she is jerking me. Although I try to not breathe heavy I get the feeling that everybody knows what goes on. Subconsciously I start to rock my hips a little starting to fuck her hand. I guess she notices because she starts jerking me faster and I swear she is smiling although I can’t see anything. Her other hand opens the button in my pants and pulls them down so that she can get access to my balls. First she cups my nuts and then she starts massaging them, soft at first and then a little harder. I am standing with my head against the wall looking upwards, just loving the way she handles my now throbbing rock hard dick. I can feel a drop of precum forming at the tip of my cock and her tongue eagerly licks it up.

Am I actually about to experience what I am thinking? Before I can answer my own question, I feel her lips on the tip of my cock and her wet tongue is encircling the purple/pink distended swollen helmet. My hands grab the railing to keep me from loosing my mind over this. My cock is wet from her saliva and she gives me a good blowjob, taking me all the way down her throat. After that Julie goes back to jerking me while her mouth goes to work on my shaved cum filled balls, sucking them hard into her horny mouth. By now everybody in the elevator must know what is going on but nobody dares to investigate. The slurping sound almost overpowers the sound of chatting and I couldn’t care less. Like someone is controlling me, I grab her hair and steer her mouth over my cock again, using my hips to fuck her. One of her hand grabs my ass and the other massages my balls. As I fuck her mouth I feel her hand moving over my balls and towards my asshole. I spread my legs a little, letting her know that I am up for it. 

Her finger starts massaging my puckered asshole, slowly pushing one finger inside of me. This is too much for me and she senses it, taking my cock almost all the way out. She licks underneath the head as she pushes the finger all the way up my ass and I feel my whole body tense up. The first jet of sperm hits her way back in her throat and 6 more jets follow as her tongue flicks over the head of my dick while her finger is fucking my ass, milking my cock for every drop of protein in there. The pleasure is almost causing me to faint because of the sensitive cock head. I feel my legs shaking and I use my arms to keep standing as I hear her swallow and lick the tip of my cock one final time at the same time as her finger is pulled slowly out of my ass. Still dizzy I feel her pulling up my boxers and pants and I button it and pull up my zipper, smiling like an idiot. She gives my cock a squeeze and I hear her get up and whisper “thank you” in my ear before biting my earlobe. She then goes back to where she was standing before the blackout, not saying another word.

5 minutes after, the lights come back, followed by happy sighs and applause. I look over at Julie and give her a dirty grin. The elevator stops on the ground floor on its way to the car garage and I exit the elevator, turn and look at Julie. I only get a glimpse of her, looking at me through her hair before the doors closes. 

When I come out the sun hits me, I loosen my tie, smile and start to walk home. After a couple of blocks I hear a car horn. I turn around and spot Julie driving up alongside me. “Need a ride?”



Going Down



Could the day have started any worse? The mishaps just seemed to pick up momentum and things continued to decline -- a dead car battery, road construction, an indifferent husband (although that had been an ongoing issue for quite some time now). It was one of those days that should have held promise, but the morning started crappy when I overslept. Everything just went south from there, including a parking ticket that I would find later slapped on my windshield -- well almost everything went south. Today was supposed to be the day that I would be closing several major sales that would set me on my way monetarily, but by the time I had finished the interview with my real estate accountant, I was almost ready to just jump from the 92nd floor as much as take the elevator -- and particularly not the same elevator that had broken down on the way up. About a dozen of us were stranded for more than an hour. 

With no phone reception in the dead elevator, there was no contact with the outside world. As things turned out, the accountant had about given up on me for the day and was about to leave when the 'elevator dozen' was finally rescued and I made my way to the 92nd floor via some stairs and a service elevator. I had no idea in hell how to find my way back, but I was too consumed with making sure I took care of the contracts. 

After being assertive with this pasty, horn-rimmed bean counter, he grudgingly took me back to his office, but the meeting was rocky and nothing went as I had planned. He was a real asshole even though I was making him a lot of money. Fortunately, I was able to control it enough to ensure that the contracts, at least, were mostly to my liking. However, after over an hour with Mr. Numbers and no one apparently left in the building, I wandered about the halls aimlessly looking for the correct elevator to take me to ground floor. 

I must have spent 15 minutes walking in circles looking for the elevator bank and was about to swallow my pride and go back to the accountant's office. God, I didn't want to do that, so I decided to just go into the lady's room and freshen up.

As I stepped up to the mirror, I smiled at the reflection. "Been through the wringer today, eh girl?" I asked myself. I just splashed some water on my face, undid the top button to my blouse to show off more of my tan and other attributes, touched up some make-up, and straightened my hair. "Good to go."

When I exited the restroom, I still had no idea how long I would be roaming these halls. That's when I noticed a tall, dark man with a Canvas knapsack tucked under his arm. He seemed quite preoccupied and very intense. I pretended not to notice his striking good looks, but I couldn't help myself. He had silvery-black hair and intense brown eyes. His eyebrows revealed that he was self-assured. I was awestruck and just a little bit frightened (with everything else today, he's probably a serial killer). I was also very curious and decided to take a risk and go up to him.

"Excuse me, but do you know the way to the lobby elevator?" I wanted to sink into my shoes as he turned to me with his intense expression on his face. It's odd. As he turned to me, I felt both a little scared and a little aroused. Then his face softened, and he simply he smiled (God, what a wonderful smile he had!).

"Sure do. I am on my way out. You can just follow along with me." And with that he gestured for me to walk alongside as he tucked his business papers into the canvas.

Oh God! My heart just jumped into my throat and I could feel myself blushing a bit. I could feel the little bit of arousal begin to grow a bit more noticeable, and I stopped and feigned fixing my shoe as I squeeze my thighs together.

He was really friendly, and the conversation was easy. He laughed out loud when I told him about the day's mishaps. He said really couldn't believe that all those things had happened, and his hand just naturally rested on my shoulder as he bent and laughed again. It was like an electric wire for me, and I had to really work to hide my reaction. I certainly couldn't fix my shoe again. Then as quickly it was off. Before I knew it, we were quickly to the elevator bank. 

He stopped between two doors and pressed the button. As his hand reached out, I noticed his ring, and I am sure he saw mine. Still the conversation flowed easily while we waited for the elevator to work its way back up to 92. As we talked, I noticed he would try and sneak a glance every now and then at my tanned cleavage, and I actually found myself trying to rearrange my position so I could give him a better look. God! What was I doing flirting like a schoolgirl, and with a married man?! Our discussion moved easily among topics including work, favorite foods and movies. To that point, we never spoke of the three "S's" (sports, sex, or spouses), but when the discussion did start to move on to the more intimate "S's", sports still ever came up. 

Somehow banter about our love lives and crappy home (i.e., sex) lives were eventually broached, and his glance became more intense again. It seemed as if he was now looking right through my clothes, leaving me standing naked. I wasn't sure if I was more nervous or aroused. I did know that I wanted to fall into his embrace and kiss his wonderful mouth. 

We were standing for quite some time, and with all these emotions swirling and the craziness of the day to compound matters, my head was swirling and my knees just buckled. I lurched and put my hands out on his chest to steady myself. His free arm reached out and caught my elbow.

As I regained my balance and glanced up to him, there was that gaze piercing through my eyes. My palms were still steadying me against his chest. Although I had never done anything like this before in my sheltered life, I just let both hands slide up his chest and around his neck. I lifted myself up on my toes and let my chest rest against his. Our mouths moved closer, and we were just about to fall into our kiss when.............

"Ding!" Fuck! The elevator! 

What was it with today? Wouldn't anything go right? Thank God no one got off, because I would not to be deterred now. I simply unwrapped my arms from around his neck, and placed my palms against his chest again. Then I just shoved him to the backside of the elevator cabin. 

For the first time, his eyes showed surprise, but they quickly softened when he saw me enter immediately behind him. Walking directly toward him, he opened his arms to me, and I wrapped myself back into his embrace. This time I would not be denied, and I snuggled into his embrace and rested my head against his chest. The elevators doors closed behind me, giving us our privacy, just as I looked up and pressed my lips to his waiting kiss.

At first we simply explored the outline of each other's lips with little feathery kisses and nibbles, and as their texture became more familiar, we pressed our mouths together in a more searching kiss. Oh God! I can't believe that I am actually kissing a strange man in an elevator! But that tingling feeling inside and my desire for a long absent passion had taken hold of me like never before. 

He was much taller than I, and I found myself stepping on my tiptoes to gain as much access to his searching mouth as I possibly could. I could feel the slight scratchiness of his "5 O'clock shadow" on my cheek. When our mouths opened for our tongues to be introduced the first time, it was like an electric shock, and I swooned dizzily deeper into his embrace. His tongue was magical as it dueled and mated with my own, and I could feel my wet excitement telling me I had to have more of this strange man. 

Our mouths remained locked together in that first kiss. Neither of us wanted for it to end. We were both frightened that to break off the kiss would be to awaken from a beautiful dream. When we finally did separate, he placed feathery little kisses all around my mouth. Then he began kissing and nibbling at the nape of my neck. Oh my! How did he know how much I loved that feeling? I could feel my knees buckle, and his breath on my neck made me shiver. Then we fell back into another deep kiss. 

He became bolder as we locked in this second kiss. I felt his hands begin explore. His hands were large with long fingers, and I could feel my own wetness spread as I anticipated how they would feel when they slipped inside me. However, for now I was content to feel the soft pads follow the outline of my face and the strong fingers kneed my breasts through the cloth. I just hung to his neck and pulled myself even tighter to him. 

I could feel his hardness growing against my waistline, and I stretched even higher to position my sex nearer to the length of his erection. We started to grind. I either began to growl or purr with delight. God, how did this happen so suddenly? I was in utter ecstasy! His movements seem to synchronize perfectly with mine. 

Although he had become a bit bolder with his explorations, he was still being somewhat tentative about proceeding further. He seemed to be waiting for a signal. It was as if he was trying to be sensitive to just how far I was willing to let him take me. Right now I couldn't think beyond this kiss, but I knew that I wasn't ready for any of this passion to ebb. 

As my sign to him, I let my palm slide down his chest and settle on the length of his cock. Then I squeezed my fingers around it through his slacks. He groaned with pleasure, and I released him long enough to let my fingers slide open his zipper. Slipping my hand through the opening and under the elastic waistline of his shorts I took his full erection into my hand and let my fingers slide up and down its length. Oh, it felt so nice in my hand. It throbbed once when I squeeze it, and I heard him groan again. 

I broke off our kiss and moved my lips to his ear. I nibbled at the lobe and darted my tongue inside his ear. I could hear his groan turn to more of a growl. Then I whispered that I wanted him to feel how excited I was and squeezed my grip again, making his cock twitch in my hand yet again.

I had almost begun to think that it was me who had taken charge, until I felt him slip a hand under my skirt and rest his smooth palm on my naked thigh. It was like a jolt from an exposed electric wire -- it was the first time in so long that I could feel a man sensuously touching me there. I desperately wanted to feel fingertips inside me, and felt my thighs spread open to his touch. They seemed to have a mind of their own, but he just let his palm set there with his fingers kneading the underside of my thigh. No! I didn't need teasing. I needed to feel his touches slip inside me. I wanted to orgasm with him! I released his cock and put my hand over his urging it northward.

He immediately understood and glided his hand until he resettled his palm on top my sex. I could feel its pressure and ground down on his palm. I could also feel the length of one of his fingers spooning over my panties with the crack of my butt. Then I felt the fingertip lift and put pressure on my little rosebud back there like it wanted to enter me. Now it was my turn to growl! I was so aroused! I was getting to feel the pleasure I desired so much. I had always wanted my husband to touch me like this, but he didn't have a clue. Now this complete stranger was taking me places I'd never experienced. 

Then his hand slid up the front of my panties and his fingertips slipped under the elastic. Oh yes! I could hardly wait to feel him work them inside me. His fingers slid down along my trimmed pubic area, and I arched to meet them as they approached my slick opening. Then as first one and then a second penetrated me, the sensation took my breath away. I collapsed in a sigh of pleasure on the ground. I could feel myself spreading my legs wider to him and my hips begin to writhe under his touch. 

God, his fingers were magical inside me. He knew just how to maneuver them to bring me the greatest pleasure. His rested his palm over my opening with a pressure that rubbed against my clitoris while he finger fucked me. His fingers and thumb were well lubricated with my juices, and he worked the two digits together as if they were a single cock while his thumb took over for his palm. I was so hot now that I had even entertained the idea of letting him fuck me, but without any protection, (even as good as I know he would feel inside me) I couldn't risk that with this stranger. 

I knew he would still pleasure me with those long fingers, and I wanted to pleasure him as well. While he continued to bring me to my edge (I was so close!), I twisted around and undid his belt and opened his slacks. Sensing my objective, he lifted his hips and allowed me to pull his trousers and shorts over his hips. Now his beautiful hard cock was directly in front of me. 

I took it in my hand and wrapped my fingers about its length. Then I bent over it and kissed its purple head, fluttering my tongue right along the top. I could feel him begin to squirm, but he never let in affect how he was pleasuring me. I licked along its length, but I couldn't wait much longer. I wanted to take his cock in my mouth and finish him. I wanted us both to cum together, and I couldn't hold back much longer. 

I let my lips slide over the head of his cock and my tongue swirled under its base. That momentarily stopped him, and I smiled at the pleasure I had just brought him. Then I began to fuck him in earnest with my mouth, wrapping my lips about him as if they were a tight pussy while letting my tongue enhance the experience.

We were both caught up in the moment and approaching our orgasms when we felt a clank and the ground shake. Shit! Was this an earthquake? Where were we? Oh fuck -- the elevator! We'd completely forgotten where we were and someone below had pushed the button. We were starting to descend. He began to remove his hand, but I wouldn't have any of that now! I needed to him to finish me! I wanted to finish him!

I put my hand over his and was about to go back and finish him off with my mouth. Then he completely surprised me. He wrestled his hand away and swung his body around in one swift and fluid movement. Before I realized what was happening, he had pulled my panties aside at the leg and was kissing me down there.

Oh my God! My head was spinning. No one had ever done that to me. My husband thought it was disgusting, and here this stranger was taking me to sensual places I'd never known. As I was lost in my reverie, he looked up to me and told me to hurry before dropping back between my legs and letting that wonderful tongue go back to work at pleasuring me down there. 

I quickly wrapped my lips around the length of his cock again and let my head hungrily slide up and down its entire length. His own tongue seemed to instinctually know just what spots to hit. We both began groaning in unison. I could feel myself mounting! I could feel his balls tighten! I could feel my clit throbbing! I could feel his cock swelling! I could feel...... I could feel......

Oh God! We were both cumming! Our legs shot out straight. My cries were muffled by the volleys of cum that were exploding inside my mouth. His cries were muffled by my own juices. 

I continued to stay down on him and mouth-fuck him until he had subsided, until I had swallowed the last of his passion (something so new and wonderful). He kept lapping at me until my hips began to relax. Then we both shot up to our feet, straightening and fastening buttons, zippers, and clasps. Still, he had one more surprise for me on our glorious elevator ride. 

He dropped to a knee, reached under my skirt and slid my panties off. Taking them under his nose and inhaling their fragrance, he told me he wanted them to remember me. Then he kissed me lightly on my lips just as the doors opened at the ground floor.  

We looked a bit disheveled, but nothing too much out of the ordinary as we exited and a janitor entered with the tools of his trade, grumbling about how long it took for the elevator to arrive. We giggled and walked out together careful to look professional, in case familiar eyes saw us together.

When we arrived at my car, I saw the ticket waiting for me and groaned at the reality of it. He simply took it from the windshield and told me not to worry about it. Then as I got behind the wheel and lowered the window he leaned in and gave me another slow and searching tongue kiss. When we broke it off, he slipped me his business card and told me he wanted to see me again, and again, and again.

His words made me so happy. When we first got off the elevator, I had feared that this might be a one-time wonderful experience between two strangers. As I pulled his mouth to mine again, I was content with the knowledge that this stranger would be there to teach me so much more -- so much more than I had ever learned before our little ride together. 

Earlier in the day I had anticipated writing to Otis Elevator to complain about the operating functions of their lifts. I still plan to write them. However, I will be much more complimentary with my words.



Going Down a Slippery Slope



The late summer sun streamed in through Erin's bedroom window. The seasons were starting to change but it was still light fairly early in the mornings. Erin stood in front of her full length mirror and frowned. The image showed a woman in her early twenties. Erin knew that she had never been described as beautiful. Her face was pleasant, occasionally even being call cute if she worked at it. Her body was fit but she looked like the athlete that she was. There was little fat on her body but given her build, the muscles that she had made her look just a little stocky. That, along with her smaller bust, meant that she never had any real curves.

She sighed. She knew that she should be satisfied but yet she wasn't. She fought it; ate healthy foods; and did daily intense workouts. Unfortunately the quirks of her body and metabolism just led to that reinforcing how she looked. There were also some things she chose not to do. With all of her time in the gym and on the field she kept her light brown hair short in a pixie cut. It wasn't that flattering but it was easy to take care of. And she often forgot to put on any make up as she rushed to get from one thing to another. 

Before the summer, it had always been a battle between classes, her sports and her part time jobs. She rarely had time to stop and think; her life was so full. Now she had graduated and her life was turned completely upside down. She had no more classes and gone from playing two college level sports to playing in rec leagues. The only thing that had stayed the same was her job. She had worked in the financial aid office on a part-time basis in order to earn a little spending money. When she graduated with honors with a double major in economics and business, they had offered her a full time position. Although she had been a starter for two years on the soccer team, she was not at a level where there was any future in the small women's profession league or on any national teams. The fact that she had been co-captain was a testament to her leadership skills much more than her soccer skills. Playing on the softball team had been more just for the competition. She was only a bench player there, but it has been okay with her soccer coach so she did it. It had been a lot of fun. 

Given all the other adjustments she needed to make, Erin chose to accept the job for the current time until she had a better idea of what she would do. She enjoyed her co-workers and found the job challenging, though she could tell that she would get bored before too long. That was okay too. Hopefully she would have a better idea of what she wanted to do by then.

As she got dressed for work, Erin thought about her romantic life. Or more accurately, she thought about her lack of any sort of romantic life. In high school, she had been a three sport athlete as well as playing in the select soccer league. She had not had a lot of time for dating. There had been a few boys, usually fellow athletes, who had some interest in her and she had occasionally gone out. It was rare enough that occasionally she would hear about a rumor going around school that she was really a lesbian. For a long time, it had bothered her a lot. Erin felt like people were looking at her and just making a judgment based upon appearance. She didn't look girly, and if anything she did have a slight butchy look but there was no basis for the talk. She couldn't think of anything she had ever done that would have encouraged the talk. If anything, a least a couple of the boys she dated could have testified that she had not behaved like a lesbian. While she never went all the way, it was mostly a technicality. All of her encounters were strictly straight.

Privately, Erin admitted to herself that she didn't have strong feelings for any of the boys who were interested in her. She could take it or leave it, and mostly just left it. Occasionally she even wondered in the locker room while dressing if maybe she was interested in other girls. She would see the other girls changing and notice how attractive some of them are, but the feelings with her were not particularly sexual. It was just confusing to Erin since the feelings were roughly the same for boys and girls.

When she went to college, nothing had really changed. School had never been difficult for her and that stayed true with spending most of her spare time with the sport of the moment. The aura of being a lesbian also followed her. In high school, no other girl ever acted upon the rumor. Life in college was different. Erin found herself hit on by women relatively frequently. At first it flustered her. She didn't know how to react and usually ended up fleeing the situation. Over time, she became more used to dealing with it. While there was a little curiosity sometimes, the women were usually clearly lesbians themselves and they were rarely the types that had captured her mild interest in the past. Erin became very good at deflecting the come ons without offending anyone. She could honestly tell them that she was neither a lesbian nor interested in experimenting.

In college, Erin found it simpler with men. She never attracted a large number of admirers. When she was unattached, she usually dated around, spending her time with two or three different men. Twice she had become exclusive with someone. In many ways, it was just easier to do that. She liked both of them but knew she wasn't in love. By the time she was with the first one, she had already lost her virginity. It had been an anticlimactic event, in all ways. Her date had taken her upstairs during a party and had managed to hold off cumming long enough to penetrate her and take her virginity. He hadn't lasted any longer than that. Erin's overwhelming memory of it was of the sudden pain as her entered her, and then relief that he was done so that he withdrew. Over time, sex had gotten better but the feeling wouldn't go away that she was missing something. Her friends talked about it like it was some earthshattering experience. For Erin, it was pleasant but not really more than that.

After graduation, Erin's most recent relationship had broken up. He was leaving the state for graduate school and while there had been an unstated invitation for her to come with him, she used the fact that it was unstated as a simple way to let it end. She knew that if he had actually asked, sheer inertia might have made her say yes. But since she wasn't emotionally invested in him or the relationship, Erin knew that it would likely have just delayed the ending by six months or a year. And then she just would have been alone in an unfamiliar town. It was better for her this way. At least here she had a circle of friends, not that it had ever bothered her to be single.

She finished getting dressed. Erin looked at herself one last time. At least she had good taste in clothes. She had always been able to pick out the clothes that made the most of what she considered meager assets. Her skirt and blouse gave her a little bit more of the curves that she desired, and overall reinforced the image of someone who looked nice but rarely attracted attention. Erin laughed at herself. "I'm a finance person. Who is going to pay attention to me anyhow?"

Erin still lived in the university district and walked to work. It took a little bit of time but it helped her start the day off feeling good. Today as she walked, she noticed how few people were on the streets. Most of the students were still getting their days started. Erin had to be at the office early enough to help open the office at 8 AM. It was not a big deal for her. While in college, morning practices were routine. But then classes weren't until a little later.

As she entered the office, Erin was greeted by her co-workers. She was fairly well liked by everyone. It was a habit of hers to be pleasant to everyone. She had learned long ago that pissing people off rarely was rewarding while being friendly often was. 

Her boss, Judy, caught her eye as Erin came into her cube. Putting down her bag, Erin went over and stuck her head in her office.

"What's up," Erin asked.

Judy smiled at her. She had been quite happy that Erin was willing to stay working there. It seemed like most of the time, they would put all the training in only to lose them to graduation, and bigger and better things. "Good morning! We have a new woman starting this afternoon. She is filling one of the part-time student positions. Let's see, where did I leave that paperwork?" She fished around on her desk a moment and pulled out a sheet of paper. "Kim Whitfield is her name. She is a junior. Since you are familiar with the job, I am going to assign you to train her, alright?"

Erin smiled and nodded. "Of course. I know how it works here. Low person on the totem pole is actually what it is, isn't it?" she said in a joking tone. 

Laughing along with her, Judy continued "She should be here at one o'clock so just wrap up your normal work before lunch and spend the rest of the day with her. Tomorrow, feel free to spend whatever time is necessary to get her oriented."

The new assignment didn't bother Erin. Without the student workers, they all had to do more and as the junior person, she tended to get more than the rest. It would be nice to have the help.

The morning passed quickly, almost too quickly. While she knew that Judy wouldn't mind if she got a little behind because of the training, Erin would mind. She brought the same approach to work that she had to sports; whatever it takes. When lunch time came, she wasn't quite done so she just continued to work through lunch. She finally finished just before one. 

Erin only had enough time to run to the restroom and grab some water before the door opened and a young woman peeked her head inside. Recognizing that she was in the right place, she came into the office. After a moment, Erin strode over to her and asked, "Hello there, are you Kim?"

The young woman turned a shy smile on Erin. She was only about 5 foot 2 and was quite petite. Her black hair was a long bob cut that curled in at the tips and framed a beautiful face. But it was her eyes that were so very striking. They were a brilliant blue, like a sapphire. That first look made Erin come up short for a second even though she couldn't tell why.

"Yes, I am Kim," the young woman said in a quiet voice. She offered her hand to Erin. 

Erin took it more gently than she usually did. The small hand felt warm to the touch and returned the slight squeeze. "I am Erin Cooper. Judy told me to expect you. Welcome to the team." After waiting a moment for Kim to withdraw her hand, Erin broke the contact. As her hand dropped to her side, Erin continued to feel the warmth from Kim's touch. 

She showed Kim back to where she would be working, close to her own desk. As Erin explained the job to Kim, she found her to be very quick but shy as well. For most of the afternoon, Erin found that she was doing most of the talking and needed to double-check to make sure that Kim had picked it up. In almost every instance, she had. As the afternoon wore on, Kim slowly came out of her shell. They seemed to have a natural rapport and as Kim felt more comfortable, she was talking back and forth with Erin. Often she dove down deeper into the tasks than Erin had expected. It was surprising but pleasing to Erin. She could tell that Kim was interested in doing a good job, which would make her own job easier.

Looking up, Erin noticed that it was almost five o'clock. "My, where did the time go? I guess that is everything for today. Why don't you put your desk in order and then you can head out." Kim nodded and proceeded to carefully organize her desk so that it would be easy to get started again the next day. When she was done, she came over to Erin's desk.

"I'm done, Erin," Kim told her. 

Looking over at Kim's desk, Erin smiled. "That looks good. Kim, I just want to tell you that you did really well today. I am glad that you are with us." Erin's praise made Kim light up. She shyly almost stammered her thanks. 

"My schedule on Tuesdays and Thursdays is different. I have classes in the morning and the late afternoon so Judy said I could work from 10 until 2," Kim explained.

A little distracted with wrapping up her own things, Erin nodded. Sensing that Kim wanted something more than that, she shifted her attention back to the younger woman. "Alright, I will see you then. Have a good evening, Kim." 

After saying her own good bye, Kim turned and walked out. For a moment, Erin watched her leave. She sighed just a little in envy. Kim had the type of body for which Erin had always wished. It was lithe with just the right amounts of curves. "I bet she gets all the guys that she wants," Erin thought to herself. Then she turned back to finishing up.

The next morning, Erin worked on her own projects until Kim arrived. After saying hello, they started on finishing up Kim's training. Most of it involved Kim doing her job while Erin watched and gave occasionally guidance. This became less and less so that by lunchtime, Erin felt justified in declaring Kim ready to do the job on her own. She called Judy over.

"Judy, I just want to let you know how well Kim is doing. She is really getting it down. I haven't had to help her with any of the last 10 applications. You have a great little worker here this time, Judy."

Kim's cheeks blushed in a very pretty way as Judy expressed her pleasure too. Once Judy left, she turned to Erin. "Thank you for what you said, but I know that without your help and patience in explaining things, I wouldn't be doing so well." Kim paused for a moment as if considering something, finally she continued, "Would you let me buy you lunch as a thank you, please?"

Erin found the shy way that Kim asked very sweet and although she didn't think it was necessary for Kim to take her to lunch, there was something about it that made her reluctant to refuse the offer. "That would be very nice, Kim. Thank you."

They had a laughing almost argument trying to decide where they would go. Each insisted that the other person pick. Finally to break the deadlock and just get something to eat, Erin suggested an option neither had brought up, a little Korean restaurant down the street. It wasn't the most popular place around the University but it was very authentic and in Erin's opinion, very tasty.

Outside the office, Erin found that Kim was a little bit more outgoing. By the time they were seated, anyone would have guessed that they knew each other for years. They were talking up a storm. Kim was very interested in all the things that Erin had done. Kim kept asking questions, and although Erin felt like she was doing all the talking, Kim was a good listener. They were having so much fun that they had to hustle to get back to the office on time.

This became a habit for them on the days that Kim worked early. They would take turns on who was paying and who was choosing. Within a few weeks, Erin felt like Kim had become one of her closest friends. Sometimes in the evenings and on weekends when she was playing on one of her various teams, Kim would come to watch and cheer her on. Afterwards Kim would usually come along to wherever the team was going to celebrate their latest victory. It was only rarely that they had to commiserate over a loss. 

One day, they started talking at lunch about getting together after work to do something. Although Kim suggested going out clubbing, Erin wasn't particularly interested. Going dancing was something she had to do while playing for the University. It was one of those things the team did as a group and Erin strongly believed in team camaraderie. But it had never been her favorite thing to do. To some degree it was because she had never been the type of woman to whom guys were drawn. That seemed more apparent to her when out dancing with friends. They always seemed to get the attention.

Beyond that, however, there were just other things that she enjoyed more. The upcoming Saturday, the University soccer team was had a big game against one of their conference rivals. She really wanted to go to support them. Erin still had a large number of friends on it. Erin was not sure whether or not Kim would be interested, but she decided to offer it as an alternative.

To her surprise, Kim immediately agreed. "You understand," Erin said, "that it isn't supposed to be very nice Saturday? It is likely to be cold and kind of damp. I have blankets and stuff to bundle up with, but I just want to make sure."

Kim nodded, "I would really like to go with you, Erin. I can wear my ski jacket. It will be fun. And with blankets, we will be able to keep warm no matter what!"

They kept talking and decided that they would meet before the game to have an early dinner. Erin was struck by how much Kim seemed to be looking forward to getting together. It felt nice to have someone appreciate being with her. It was always clear that Kim was giving Erin 100% of her attention. Her sapphire eyes rarely strayed away from Erin. It wasn't like with other people who were often distracted with other things going on around them. It was clear that she was important to Kim, and the feeling was returned.

When Saturday came around, Erin got up early. She had a morning game of her own to play in before she got ready to meet Kim. Although Kim often tried to come to her games, she had homework and had told Erin that she wouldn't make it. Erin was a little disappointed. Besides not seeing her friend she noticed that when Kim was there, she played just a little harder. Erin couldn't tell if she just didn't want to disappoint her biggest fan or if she actually wanted to impress Kim. Either way, Erin knew that her game was picked up a bit on those days. And she couldn't achieve it without Kim being there, although she had tried.

Fortunately even without Kim being there, Erin played extremely well as did the rest of her team. They won a hard fought battle 3-2 with Erin scoring two of the goals and assisting the other. It was at a bit of a cost. The other team had been very physical and she had taken a number of kicks and trips. Her calf was sporting the beginnings of an impressive bruise. Erin was thankful that there wouldn't be another game for a few days.

Once she got home, Erin stripped off her soccer gear and jumped into the shower. The hot shower felt good on her aching muscles. While she didn't normally fuss before going to see a game, today she took her time in the shower. She used a nice smelling body gel to wash off all the grime and sweat. Then she did the same thing with her hair, choosing the one bottle of fancy shampoo that she owned rather than the rather utilitarian one she usually used. 

After getting out and drying off, Erin carefully applied the body lotion that matched the shower gel. She smiled at herself as she thought about the care she was taking. "I'm making as much fuss as I would if I was going out on a date!" It was funny but at the same time, there was something about getting together with Kim. It was one of the only times that Erin had a chance to show Kim her feminine side. 

Going to her closet, Erin looked through it with a frown. Except for her work clothes which had to be nice, Erin tended to have a lot of jeans, t-shirts and sweats. Since she spent so much of her time on the fields, they were the most practical things to wear. For going out dancing and the like, she did have some nice things but they weren't right for going to a game. Finally she found a pair of jeans that fit her very nice, giving her a little more of a waist than most pants did. And there was a nice shirt with long sleeves that had a split v-neck that showed off a little of her breasts in a very fetching way. When she put them both on, Erin was very happy with the effect. She knew that there was no way that she would compete with Kim, but at least she wasn't going to look like the ugly duckling next to her.