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Krystal

By: Harper2



Right from the first time we met there was a strong attraction between Krystal and myself. It was an unmistakably sexual aura that caused the air to become so electrified that sparks almost arced between us. We could hardly keep our hands off each other much to the amusement of Danny, Krystal's husband and my best friend.

If not for Danny then Krys and I would have been constantly tearing the clothes off each other. But while we openly spoke light-heartedly of how good it would be if we were to have sex and often discussed the things we would like to do to each other nothing could or would happen. Danny was one of the planet's nice guys. He loved my visits frequently telling me how Krystal would drag him off to bed the moment I left. There would be a look of glee on his face as he said.

'The second bang was the door closing behind you.'

Now let me make it clear on what was happening between Krystal and I. It was a wholly physical thing that was born of our similarities. Krys and I were physical people; she had a tennis player's body, broad of shoulder, firm-full breasts and a flat stomach that rippled as she moved. I had been a boxer and was still a keen swimmer.

Danny had installed a 30-metre pool and a tennis court at their home. Clothing was optional so that Krystal and I often saw each other nude, and were both excited by what we saw. For myself the sight of Krys on the court leaping to return service was totally erotic, Her breasts were so firm that they hardly jiggled, her thighs that rippled as she moved met at the cleft of her sex which for me was nothing less than perfect, Twin sweet pouting lips moist and kissable. Often Krys would play dressed in her short tennis skirt minus panties, this was so erotic that involuntarily, much to Krystal's delight, I would get an immediate erection

When she sat on the side of the pool with her legs and those delightful lips parted there was no way that I could hide my erection. Krys would hug herself with delight over the power that she exerted over me as her shaven pussy became hotter and wetter.

Time passed and we went our separate ways and distance formed a barrier that made meeting difficult. Communication came down to somewhat steamy e-mails. On the occasions when we spoke over the telephone the very sound of her voice would leave me hard. When I told her this calls became totally sexual as we both masturbated to shared fantasies. These fantasies always started with her describing that she was wearing a short skirt with no panties; the vision of which always-succeeded in making me iron hard. It would end with Krys begging me to come inside her then describing how she was licking the honey from her fingers.

I was overseas when Danny was killed in a car crash. Krystal had no way of contacting me so that it was over a year before I discovered what had happened and more than 2 years before I came back home.

Krys had been devastated by her loss; David had been around to comfort her. By the time that I got in contact with her they had become an item. I didn't know the guy but had no doubt that if Krys were serious about him then he would be OK. She made it clear that she was not able to be so overtly sexual with me in front of David so that to my regret things began to cool between us.

However fate has a way of arranging things so that what must happen will. Che sera. After all this time my business had turned full circle and it became necessary to return to the town where it all began; the town where Krystal still lived. 

The very thought of being in the same location as her brought memories surging to the surface, memories of Krys playing tennis, of her laying back in the pool naked with her legs wrapped around my waist; memories of phone calls when Krys would be describing herself as wearing a short skirt without panties. With these memories came a certainty that if Krystal and I were to ever make love then now would be the time.

It was mid-morning when I reached town. I gave Krys a call; she was ecstatic to discover that I was around again. 'You don't have to stay in a motel' she said. 'There's a bed here for you.'

'I know that' I replied, 'but I will be staying here at the motel. Now it's up to you. You can either come round later and bring David with you or you can come now wearing a short skirt with no panties.'

I heard a sharp intake of breath then a silence that filled the air with electricity before Krys replied 'I'll have to think about that.' Then she hung up.

The motel was about a ten-minute drive from Krystal's home. After twenty minutes I began to think that I'd be seeing her with David. About then her car pulled up outside; I watched as she got out she was wearing her tennis clothes.

'What kept you?' I asked with a smile as she entered the room

'I had to think about it as I got changed.'

No other words were spoken or needed I pinned her against the wall as for the first time we kissed with passion. No longer the hello-goodbye kiss of friends our lips mashed together our tongues entwining. Her heaving breasts were still as firm as ever; I could feel small nipples pressing through the fabric of her shirt against my chest. She was not wearing a bra.

There was one thing that I needed to check. My hand slid between us over her skirt I heard Krys gasp as my fingers touched bare smooth thigh muscle then I slowly drew them up the inside of her legs till they touched the hot wetness of the sweet pussy that I had desired for so long. No panties! The cleft of her sex oozed moisture coating my fingers as I caressed the small hard nub of her love button. Briefly I stopped kissing her as I raised my fingers to my lips for another first; to taste the sweet muskiness of her till again our lips met so that we could share that sweet honey. 

Her hips thrust forward to grind herself against me, my rock hard cock, feeling the heat of her, Krys was making her needs clear. I wanted nothing more than to be laying on her, to be inside her, to feel the hard thrust of my cock inside the hot moist core of her. But we had waited so long; this deserved to be done properly. Instinctively I knew that we both wanted this, our first time, to be something really special.

We parted and without speaking I led her to the bedroom. Beside the bed she raised her arms as I peeled her top off. Her breasts stood proud and full on her chest, oh how well I remembered her light pink areolas capped with tiny nipples that were now standing proud and hard. I unfastened her skirt and allowed it to pool around her feet as I took one of her nipples between my teeth and gently rolled it to and fro. It grew harder and bigger, I sucked it into my mouth as Krys threw her head back and groaned in pleasure. My hand travelled down drawing circles on her smooth-firm abdomen as I moved my mouth to her other breast.

The art of sucking a breast is simple. Just suck, suck hard and deep then swirl your mouth around the breast sucking as you do so.

Krystal was letting me know that I was doing everything right by grasping my head between her hands and pulling it hard against her.

I moved Krys over to the bed, she lay upon it with her legs apart allowing my fingers to caress her sex, she was hot, she was wet and she was ready for love. My fingers trailed along her pussy, I allowed one digit to enter her she felt tight around my finger. How tight she would be around my cock. My fingers were coated in her juices as I lightly circled then tenderly pinched her clitoris, Her whole body was taut and humming like a musical instrument as I lowered my head and allowed my mouth to take over from my fingers. Her juices covered my chin as I lapped sucked and nibbled her. Her hips began to buck as I flattened my tongue and vigorously lapped her clitoris. I felt her legs clamp around my head her hands pressing me, urging me. I could feel her orgasm building, taking over her whole body then ripping through her, shaking her like a leaf in a storm.

It is normal that relaxation should follow such an orgasm but not for Krystal. Her eyes were alight as she said.

'That was incredible. But I expected nothing less from you.'

She squirmed out from under me, her fingers were frantic as she tore off my clothes, and my rigid cock sprang free to strike her on the cheek as she ripped my boxers down. She looked at it then for the first time took it in her hand. It was as hard as Toledo steel as she caressed it and said.

'This is every bit as beautiful as I remember it.'

This lady knew exactly what I liked; she stroked my cock firmly as she kissed my lips, my throat, my chest, to linger as she lightly nibbled my nipples then continued down; her tongue drawing a small damp trail along my abdomen.

The art of sucking a cock is simple. Just suck, suck hard and deep then swirl your mouth around sucking as you do so.

Over the years we had told each other exactly what we liked and what excited us. Krys had remembered every single word. Her right hand circled that part of my cock that wasn't in her mouth, her left hand cupped my balls so that she could feel them tighten as I began to come, Each time this happened she would back off slightly just enough to stop my ejaculation and yet keep me right on the very edge of orgasm. It was the most tantalising and exquisite thing that had ever happened to me. Every fibre of my being longed for release but still Krys kept me teetering on that very edge till I could stand it no longer.

'Krys I'm going to come' I somehow managed to gasp.

She released my cock and my balls to say.

'No way boy! The first time you come with me will be inside me'

Krys scooted up the bed to lie on her back beside me. She parted her legs as I moved over her. We kissed long and deep I raised myself onto my elbows leaving room for her hands to move between us, I looked down to see the fingers of her left hand parting the lips of her sex while the right took my rock hard cock and guided it into her.

O God she was hot, she was wet, she was smooth and yet oh so tight. The feeling of being inside Krys was like nothing I had experienced before. I could actually feel her pussy sucking me even harder than her mouth had so recently and beautifully done. Impossibly my cock grew even harder and bigger as I plunged deep into her. Krystal reared underneath me; her clitoris pushing against the base of my cock each time I thrust into her.

I believe that I could have come within seconds of being inside her but now it was my turn to take control over my orgasm. Somehow I managed to keep myself on that tantalising edge that Krys had kept me at. My body had gone utterly taut; my balls ached for release yet still I kept plunging deeper and harder into her. I knew that I could not possibly last longer when I heard Krystal's voice keening.

'Pleeeease pleeeease come in me,'

Her orgasm reached its peak, her whole body stiffened beneath me as my cock ejaculated into her. It felt as though I would never stop as my seed kept pumping into her. I could feel our combined juices coursing around my cock as they poured out her.

It was without doubt the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced and instinctively I knew that the same applied to Krys. There is a point where pleasure is so intense that it becomes scary. We now both understood why an orgasm is sometimes referred to as the 'Small Death.'

As we lay in that beautiful afterglow we both knew that we could and would do this again and again. The great pity was that we hadn't done it sooner.

End

Krystal



{A good friend of mine asked me to write his story. There is very little actual sex in this one, think of it as foreplay : ) }

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"I'd tear that ass up." "I'd break my cock off in that." Even though I cringe when I hear guys say that about her I know how they are feeling.

Men know what I mean. There's always someone who will stir that in us. Someone that makes you just want to do all that and more. For me, that woman is Krystal. It doesn't happen that often. I have to admit there's quite a number of women I'd like to have some amazing sex with, however, for that particular reaction, there's been a choice few, in my experience.

The funny part for me is, Krystal is the kind of woman that makes me feel guilty for wanting it. You see, to me, Krystal is the perfect woman. If you were designing the perfect woman, she's got all the parts. She's got the face of an angel, but in an approachable way. She's the nicest young woman, polite, friendly, chipper, with a "golly gee, me?" attitude towards flirting and attraction. Her skin looks so soft, so silky smooth, like it is begging to be touched, caressed. She has beautiful tits, firm and perky, with a cleavage that leaves me drooling. She is short, which I like, and she has a wonderful body, curvy in all the right places and with a small, tight waist. Her ass is round, with just enough extra meat on it to make guys say things, again, like, "I'd tear that ass up." 

Funny thing is, I'm not really an ass man. I love women's asses, don't get me wrong. It's just that I've always felt that the whole "anal" fixation is overrated. To me, if a woman gives her ass up now and again, that's enough. To me, it's just the thought of it that's most of the excitement. It feels great, sure, but so does a pussy. The fact that a woman is excited enough about you to let you fuck her ass is what is hot to me. She doesn't need to do it all the time. That's what made the whole thought of Krystal and her amazing behind weird for me. I wanted her ass so badly, yet, I'm neither an ass man, nor would I ever consider her to be into that.

This all makes me a dirty old man. You see, I'm in my late 40's, Krystal is not yet 25. She works as a waitress in a place I frequent. It's one of those places that just seem to hire only sexy, cleavage gifted women. The other women really play the game. You know how that goes, the "I'll show you my fabulous cleavage all night and you tip me far more than you should," game.

Krystal doesn't really do it. She dresses the part but with her natural looking innocence and girl next door appeal she doesn't play that game. In fact, she often refuses the obscene tip or finds ways out of it, as is her nature. It's as if she knows that by accepting that sort of thing, she's encouraging the next step, which would be the, "hey, you wanna go out?" or the "let's have sex" thing.

All of that is why this story is surprising still, to me at least. My name is Devin and I'd have been the last person to think there'd be a chance of anything between us.

I'm not saying I'm not a bad "catch," though. Even though I'm older, I am athletic, a former marathon runner and have kept up my physique. I still play sports, softball, golf, basketball, whenever I can. I probably look ten years younger than I am, at least from the responses that I get. I still have a full head of hair. I'm a professional, I'm responsible, trustworthy and loyal to a fault. I'm generous with what I have. I've had a couple very long term relationships with wonderful and beautiful women. And, despite my age I remain interested in sex and have a very kinky side. In fact, with my exes I've experienced threesomes, sharing, BDSM and some Ds. Despite all that, you still had an upper 40s guy lusting after a perfect 24 year old with no apparent interest. So, did I end up fucking this beautiful creature, and if so, how the fuck did it happen? Here's my tale.

The women that work at this bar, and most women in general, see me as this nice guy. I am nice, exceedingly nice, it seems. I treat them well, I compliment them often and as I've mentioned, tip generously. The problem with nice, as I've discovered, for women it also means safe, boring. Women say they want nice guys but they really don't. They want guys who are nice, when it suits them, but really, they want men to be men, even as frustrating as we can be, at times. So, the irony was, the nicer I was to women, the less attractive I became to them.

It was a Friday night, a few weeks ago. I was at the bar. Krystal was working. She was wearing a low cut top, as per usual, along with some nice black short shorts. Again, she had me drooling. She just looked so fucking soft, so incredible. I was ordering wine and I even had a couple hits of dope in the parking lot with a friend. I smoke weed probably once every year or two, not usually a big fan. This time though, I was pretty buzzed. The problem with alcohol, as most people know, is that it loosens one's inhibitions. I really tried to make sure I didn't come across as a typical drunken lustful idiot and do something stupid like tell her I love her.

She was, as usual, pleasant, cheerful, but aloof. It's her way of keeping a distance without totally losing out on the profitability of the tipping. Many times, her and one of her waitress friends will hang out at the bar for a drink or two (most often provided by leering and hopeful suitors such as myself) when they are off work. This time she was with one of her other waitress friends, Alena, who was waiting for Krystal so they could go out somewhere and "party." Alena is one of those waitresses who know how to play the game. She's got an incredible set of tits and has no problem showing them off. She flirts back, she encourages the attention, and accepts gifts unabashedly. I'd asked her out before, somehow though, it never seemed to happen. One advantage for me this night though was, Alena has no problem asking her bar friends to accompany them when they go somewhere else. This was the case on this night. I joined a small group that would go to another bar and hang out.

The other bar turned out to be a karaoke bar. We were drinking, talking, laughing, having a good time when most of the others went outside to smoke as it's illegal to smoke in bars here now. Krystal isn't a heavy smoker, she stayed inside. She had changed from her cleavage baring top and the sexy short shorts to a pink "hello kitty" top and jeans. She looked so adorable. She was a goddess, dressed like a teenager. She had no idea how sexy she was, even though I'm not into the teenager/cheerleader thing. Just the juxtaposition of her innocent outfit and her smoldering hotness had me shaking my head. 

I sat down next to her and for the next twenty minutes or so listened to her go on about how jerky men are and how young men have continuously mistreated her and misunderstood her. I'm pretty good with people, it's actually my job. I felt she didn't really want anything other than a sounding board. I think she really expected me to take the "man" side so she could reject me as well. Instead, I just listened, nodded now and again, and compassionately stroked her ego.

She turned to me, " you know, I think this is the longest conversation I've had with a man in my life who didn't try to turn it into talking about him somehow."

I laughed, "you obviously hang around the wrong kind of men."

She looked at me earnestly, and with a nod said, "I certainly do."

"Why do you think that is?" I asked, turning it on her.

"I don't know," she slurred. "I like nice guys," she said uncertainly, "or, at least I should...it's just that, the guys I tend to find attractive are just so....so..."

"So, what?" I asked, now with increasing interest.

I could see her start to blush. She has such beautiful, milky white skin that it spread across her face like wildfire.

"I dunno..." she stammered, her tongue starting to loosen, "they are just so fucking hot."

"Physically they are hot?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," she said, her face still red but her eyes were now more focused, intense. "But I don't mean that's what makes them hot," she said with increased excitement. "God, I shouldn't be telling you all this," she giggled.

"Why is that?" I wondered. "Do I look like a priest or something?"

She laughed. "Kind of, I don't know, it's hard to explain, you are just so....so, nice."

"Nice," I said, rubbing my chin overly dramatically. "Yeah, I can see how that would be a problem."

She giggled again. "I just mean I'm telling you some personal stuff and you just...I don't know....are too nice to hear it?" She said, questioning herself.

I said, "tell you what, you finish what you were saying about men, then I'll tell you something about me that might shock you, or even change your opinion of me, deal?" I said, taking a flyer. I just sensed something, an opening, perhaps.

The whole time I'm just sitting there thinking, "she's gorgeous, you have to be kidding yourself." Still though, as I've said before, I'd been spoiled in my lifetime with experiences with some beautiful women.

She nodded. "Ok, so, the men that I've been attracted to and been with since high school are hot, well, attractive to me not just because of their bodies. There's something about their jerky, cocky, arrogant natures that turns me on. I know I shouldn't but it's like they are trying to make me try to change them, so I do. For awhile they are getting what they want and for awhile it seems like I'm successful at making them nicer. Well, at least making them treat me nicer. But, as has happened each time, in the end they tend to go back to being who they are, self absorbed pretty boys who are just looking for their next score, their next hookup.

"So they are getting what they want?" I asked knowingly, I just wanted to hear her say it. "What is that exactly?"

She giggled, "pussy," she said, her eyes avoiding mine, as her face reddened again.

"Bingo," I laughed to myself. "So what is it you get, or, better yet, what is it you want?" I asked.

"I don't really know," she shrugged, somewhat defeated by the revelation. "Being with them sometimes is so exciting, I get caught up in it. But, after while those differences just bring us down."

"I get it," I said. "You want someone who you can be excited about but still have the comfort of having someone who you can trust, count on, and even love you. You'd be glad to give it up for that.

"Yessss," she hissed, "Too bad that person doesn't exist!"

I refrained the temptation of jumping up and down in front of her, screaming, "me! me! me!"

Then she remembered. "Hey, you are supposed to tell me something about yourself that would surprise me! Don't tell me you are like a mass murderer or something," she chuckled.

"No," I laughed. "I meant I'd tell you something personal, like sexual, like you kind of have. I think you and everyone else at that bar, misjudge me."

"How so?" she asked with interest.

"You guys see me as this nice guy."

"Well, yeah, we do, cuz you are!"

"True, I am nice. But, to you, nice means boring. Nice means, "thank you for the compliments and the tips but I can't see me ever thinking of you as a man, in that way."

She looked at me with seriousness. "I guess that's true. No, it's totally true, you're right, that's how we see you."

Brutal honesty can be harsh, but it can also lead to higher truth. I was at the precipice.

"Do you know that I've done things, sexual things, in my life that you'll probably never get a chance to do, or even dare to do?"

"Like what?" She asked, her interest was now piqued.

"I had more sex and in varied ways by age 35 than you'll probably have in a lifetime," I said, while thinking of exactly what or how much to tell her.

She didn't appear moved by that statement at all.

"Ok, I actually am kinky. The things I used to do with my exes...." I said with a wink.

She rolled her eyes. "Everyone says that," she chuckled. "What does that mean to you? Do you like to dress up in women's underwear or like to wear diapers or something gross?"

I knew she was baiting me. She was trying to get me to reveal myself to her. I sensed it was just another way for her to reject me. She wanted to hear something she'd find distasteful so she could shut it down for good. She was looking at me intently, waiting for me to hang myself. I think I surprised both of us with what I said next.

I laughed. "Not exactly. More like some good, old fashioned hair pulling, holding you down and giving you what you need, kind of thing. The biggest sex organ is the brain. It's all about the mental stimulation. If your brain is turned on, then you are turned on. There are so many ways to stroke the brain. Yes, I'm nice. But I also like to make dirty little sluts do all those things they long to do but need someone to make them. My ex wife and I were like that, we had the excitement we craved, yet we also had the love and the trust of knowing we would have the relationship when the sex was over."

"Oh gawd," she drawled in her buzzed state. "You mean like bondage and spanking, stuff like that? I've seen stuff like that on the internet."

I cringed a bit. "Too much? Yeah, that was the risk," I said. 

I heard the rest of the group coming back. "Nice chat," I said as I gave her a knowing wink. I figured I'd just laid all my cards out on the table and a big gust of wind came and blew it all away. Everyone went back to drinking, singing, laughing. I caught Krystal's eye now and again but we never were alone again.

A week went by. Krystal seemed like she was avoiding me when I'd show up at the bar. At best she seemed indifferent. But, maybe that was just me viewing it that way, I had no real way of knowing. The next Friday night, as luck would have it, I ended up in another small group and headed out to another bar for some more fun. At first Krystal wasn't going to join us. I was disappointed, but I figured it was because of me.

I didn't get a chance to be alone with her while she and her friends drank themselves silly. I saw her eyeing me several times. I wondered what she was thinking. I figured it wasn't good, whatever it was.

Being the responsible one, having a job and all and having to work early the next day I bid everyone farewell. Krystal barely acknowledged me as I walked out. I figured she'd now just see me as that creepy old man. I was in my car and pulling out of the lot when I saw her outside, scanning for me. I pulled up next to her and rolled down the window.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

She got in the passenger side. She was pretty well lit by now, she was unsteady on her feet.

"Are you serious about what you said?" She said unsteadily.

"About what?" I wondered. "You mean about my past?" she nodded. 

"Of course I am, if I'm anything, I am truthful. You should know that by now. I am truthful, I'm responsible, I'm nice, and yes, I'm even kinky."

She said, "Wow, when you told me that stuff I was like, oh my god. But, I have to admit...." she paused.

I had to help her. "You have to admit that that's what you meant when you said you like men treating you like that."

"Yesss," she said bashfully, her face down and hidden from me.

"But, you just can't deal with the other shit that goes along with someone like that?"

"Uh huh," she said in a playful pout.

"Well," I said hopefully for the first time, "you'll just have to trust that there are people out there like that. Someone that will treat you as you need to be treated, both sexually, and emotionally, outside of the sex."

She was nodding nervously. I could see her biting her lip. I knew what she was going to ask but it was as if I was frozen. I wanted to hear her say it, I'd dreamed about it. I'd waited so long for it.

"Do you think you could....you know...show me?" She said softly, barely above a whisper.

"You want me to show you what I've learned?" I asked with a commanding tone. "What do you want me to show you?" I was making her say it.

"You know..." she whined softly. "...how to treat women...like that."

I was toying with her now. "Like what?"

"You know..." she said again, almost begging.

"Do you want me to treat you like the dirty little slut you are, use you in ways you've only imagined, then treat you like the absolute goddess you are the rest of the time?"

"Oh god," She whined softly. "That sounds so fucking hot."

"Krystal!" I said sharply. "Nice, sweet, Krystal...words like that coming out of your sweet mouth," I said sarcastically, in jest.

"I know, right? Both of us, look at us, we're both viewed as too nice and here we are discussing...this."

I laughed. "It's not as uncommon as you think, baby."

Her face changed again. "So? What does this mean? Does this mean you'll do it? I don't even know what it means for me," she said, still uncertain with it all. It was a big moment for her.

"Krystal, listen to me," I said as I guided her chin towards me so we could look eye to eye. It was the first time I got to touch her like that. Her skin was as soft as I could've ever imagined. "First, I'd never mistreat you a day in your life. Anything we'd do, we'd do because we'd both enjoy it. I think the world of you. I'd never hurt you and I'd treat you better than anyone has, that I can promise you."

"Ok," she said with a sniff, there were tears in her eyes. I could see this was all overwhelming her. "I do believe that," she said. "So what does this mean for us then? Should I just come home with you?"

I thought, "Wow!" That was really quick.

Ok, maybe I am the nicest guy in the world, or maybe I'm a complete idiot but, this just wasn't right. She was totally wasted. As much as I wanted her, as much as I've always wanted her, I couldn't have her, not like this. I was giving up the opportunity to have her. I was rolling the dice that like this, I may have her once, only to be followed by regret. It was a risk I had to take. My whole point to her was that I was different, not like other guys. I had to man up and prove it.

I still had her face in my hands. "Krystal, honey. Not tonight. Not like this."

She formed a drunken pout on her lips, her beautiful, succulent lips, those lips I've dreamed about for months now. She started to protest but I stopped her.

"Look, you are drunk, if we were in a relationship and we already had that trust then, ok, we could go have some fun. But now, like this? I'd feel lower than a rapist if I took advantage of you in this state."

"You wouldn't be!" She started to argue.

I cut her off, I leaned in quickly and kissed her. I kissed her hard, deep, fully. She responded in kind. I pulled away after enjoying her like that for too short a time.

"Trust me," I urged. "Tomorrow, when you sober up, well, after your hangover, then sober up, if you still feel the same way, we can talk about things. I want you to want to do it on your own, not influenced by tequila."

"Gawd, you really are a nice guy," she said, somewhat dejectedly. "I can't think of one guy I've ever been with or who has hit on me that wouldn't take me home and fuck the hell out of me."

I shuddered even as she was saying those words. "I know," I thought, "I must be fucking crazy." Still, if I waited and she still wanted it when she was clear headed, it would be magic. On the other hand, if she woke up the next day after this talk and regretted everything about it then I'd have missed out on the opportunity to make love to this beautiful creature. I gambled. I told her to go back inside and think about things. We exchanged phone numbers.

She was pouting. Her beautiful face was so inviting, so fucking cute. She nearly melted me. "I've been thinking about this stuff for a week now," she whined softly. "I'm so fucking worked up right now I just can't stand it. Can't we do something?" she whined playfully. 




Krystal



I knew she meant she wanted to give me a blowjob, her hand was now on my lap, she was touching my cock through my jeans. As crazy as it seems I knew I should say no. I saw what would happen. I already knew we shouldn't fuck, given her drunken state. Then, if she gave me a drunken blowjob, I'd be no better than any of her other men that just used her before. I'd just be added to the list of guys who had gotten pleasure from her without giving it back. I just felt that's the way she'd look at it tomorrow. I wanted more than that. Still, we were both horny, I saw a chance to get her mind involved, even if our bodies weren't going to be. 

"Well, maybe there is something we can do, short of having sex," I said thoughtfully. "In fact, this might just be a chance for you to see how things might happen in the future, if you feel the same way tomorrow."

"Ok?" She said anxiously. 

"Are you wet?" I grinned. 

"God, yes," she hissed softly.

"Show me, lift your skirt," I said firmly. 

I wasn't even really expecting her to do it. Up to this point I still kept expecting it all to blow up in my face.

She looked around and smirked at me. Quickly, she pulled her skirt up over her panties. They were yellow, with little red lace around the edges. Again, just too fucking cute for words. Her eyes were closed. I think she was expecting me to check her wetness. If I'd done so there'd have been no stopping it from happening so I thought of something else. There was a little game I could play to introduce her to what could be in store for her.

"Nice," I whispered to her. She opened her eyes and turned to me. She pulled her skirt back down when she realized I wasn't going to touch her yet. Again, her lip stuck out in a pout.

"Krystal," I said firmly. "Would you do something for me?"

"I want to," she whined. "I really do."

"Good, because here's what I want you to do tonight. I'm leaving, as I said. I want you so badly it hurts. However, I want you when I know you are clear thinking. I want you when I know you want it too. But, for tonight, I have a game for us to play, even if we don't do anything else."

"Oh god," she moaned softly. "What is it, what do you want me to do?"

I saw nothing but willingness in her eyes.

"Take off your panties," I whispered in her ear, my breath teasing her as I did so.

I saw her look at me with hesitation. "Take off your panties and then go back inside for the rest of the night. I want you to know what it feels like to be in public like that, so dangerously close to being exposed. Your skirt will cover you, but you'll always be thinking of how you are sitting. If you are dancing, you'll think of how you are moving. I want that. I want you to know what that feels like, and how you willingly gave up your panties to me."

"Damnnnn," she moaned.

I wasn't expecting anything, really. It was all based on hope. She looked at me questioningly once more before shifting herself in the front seat. I saw her reach under her skirt with both hands and roll her panties down her legs. She kicked them off with her feet. She'd done it. Her panties were in a bunch on the floor. I could smell her, it was intoxicating.

"Give them to me," I urged.

She was blushing when she handed them to me, balled up in her hand. I resisted the temptation to run them under my nose in front of her. I didn't want to freak her out, even though it seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to want to do. Instead, I unfolded them and I hooked them over my rear view mirror. I saw her face turn even redder when she realized that anyone would be able to see them.

"Now, go back inside and enjoy yourself," I smiled. "Text me if you want," I urged. "That is, if you remember any of this."

"Oh, I'll remember," she said with a shy smile. 

I watched her beautiful ass as she walked away from me. In that moment, instant panic filled me that I'd missed my one perfect chance. I knew I'd done the right thing, though, as difficult as it was. It was also at that moment I also realized, "fuck, I really must love her," I laughed to myself. I got to enjoy the scent of her excitement all the way home. I was about to get in bed when I got a text from her. 

"I'm thinking about you." It said. "Sitting here without my panties, you evil man! I swear all the guys here must know it."

I couldn't help but smile. She was no doubt even more wasted than before. I had to fight off the regret as well as the urge to get back into my car and go after her. I texted her back.

"Have you been dancing yet? I'd like that, to know you have to be careful how you move."

"Not yet, you want me to? I will," she wrote back. "A guy I dated before has been asking me to."

"Yes, I'd love that," I admitted to her. "Did you have sex with him before?"

"Yes," she answered concisely. "I'd love to hear your voice again," she wrote. I immediately called her. The background noise told me that the group was even drunker than before. I could hear everyone carrying on.

I asked her about her ex. "Was he any good?" 

She must've walked outside, it got quieter in the background.

"He's one of those guys I talked about. Very hot but very vain," she said. "It's why I dumped him."

"I see," I replied. I liked her willingness to reveal herself to me. "If you need to avoid him to avoid complications, go ahead."

"Naw, he's ok, like I said, I dumped him and I think the same night he was screwing a friend of mine. He's already trying to touch me up. He has stroked my back, mostly to see if I'm wearing a bra, I think," she slurred. I realized how much I loved hearing her voice, even in its drunken state.

"Wow, what a creep," I said.

"Yeah," she said softly. "But like I said before, his forwardness and arrogant confidence is what attracted me in the first place."

"So you are still attracted?" I asked.

"Oh, of course," she said openly, the alcohol loosening her lips. "But I'd never date him again."

That relieved me somehow. "Ok, so find someone to dance with," I urged. I really did want her to have fun. I especially wanted to hear about how she felt doing it without her panties, of course.

"Ok, I will," she said cheerfully. "Do you want me to tease him or something?"

"Well, yes," I said. "Though, you really have to be careful teasing, dressed as you are. It doesn't have to be him, you know."

"Naw, I think he's perfect for teasing," she said with a giggle. "What should I do?"

"You know the games we talked about? The ones I used to play with my exes? This is like some of them," I answered.

"Really?" She asked with excitement in her voice. "I told you I'm worked up," she said with some urgency. "Tell me what you are thinking," she begged.

"Ok, you are in a bar, with no panties, some guy is pestering you to dance. I'm sure you are afraid of dancing, for fear you might be exposed, right?"

"Yessss," she moaned. I could tell she was turned on at the same time.

"So, go ahead and dance, flirt as much as you feel comfortable with. So he is handsy? Would he be the kind of guy who will try to get his hands on you, maybe on or under your skirt?"

"Oh god, yes. I told you, he's totally that kind of guy. It's kind of why I was attracted to him in the first place. Though, like I said, he's also the kind of guy who can't keep his hands off any other woman, too."

I had to chuckle at that. How jerks keep getting wonderful, beautiful women always amazes me. 

"Well, dance, flirt, enjoy yourself," I said. My intention was to play up the excitement in the possible exhibition. My previous exes got off on being publicly displayed, this was just a baby step for her.

"What if he, you know, tries anything?" She said in her alcohol induced haze.

"Hey, just have some fun," I urged. "I just like the thought of you without your panties, having to let someone dance with you, knowing what they might be able to get a peek of."

"Wow," she groaned. "He likes to try to feel me up when we dance, at least he always did before."

I had kind of figured that. I really liked the thought. Of course though, I wanted her badly myself. I wondered how far to try and push this, our first little game.

"So do it, dance with him," I said. "I obviously hope you don't fuck him," I said, making it sound like a joke, even though it wasn't. "Everyone else is still there, right, to protect you, to drive you home?"

"Yes, Alena and the gang are still here, I'll be fine. I don't want to fuck him, either. It was hard enough to get him to stop bugging me after the last time. Alena keeps telling me to hook up with him, she wants me to dance with him too. I think she's hoping something will happen. I think she has secretly lusted after him. I think she wants to live that vicariously through me."

I laughed. "Probably, the things hot guys get away with," I said, shaking my head.

I definitely didn't want anyone hooking up with her but in my head I knew that this was always going to be a possibility until or unless we had something together. I figured I'd find out tonight whether or not she wanted the same old thing, or if she wanted something special.

"Ok," she hissed with excitement. "I'll do it. You naughty man, I'm practically dripping here."

"Nice," I said with satisfaction. "I told you how powerful the mind is, see how excited you are and you haven't even done anything yet?"

"I know, you are right," she squealed. "I'd totally digging this. Do you want me to call you later?" She asked.

"I'll be asleep," I said. "But, you know what I'd like? Why don't you text me, or email me. Tell me what happens, what you felt like, what you were thinking, I'd like that."

"Me too," she giggled. "I really like this."

"I do too, Krystal. You don't know how much. I hope you feel the same tomorrow."

"K," she said quickly. "He's coming, I gotta go." She hung up.

"Wow," was all I could think of. This was all happening so fast.

I vaguely remember hearing my phone buzz softly a few times in the night but I didn't fully awaken. When I got up in the morning I checked the phone. There were some texts. One was from just after I'd hung up with her.

"I'm doing it!" She wrote. "I danced a few songs with him, fast ones. I stopped when a slow song came on. He's already been grabbing my hand and trying to twirl me around. I've had to hold onto the edge of my skirt!"

Another text was from about 15 minutes later. "Oh my god," she had texted. "Alena made me slow dance with him. Did you put her up to it?" she asked in writing. "Cuz the minute he held me his hand was on my ass. I knew he could feel that it was bare under there, I just know it."

A third text was from a few minutes later. "I'm so fucking horny," she wrote. "We've been dancing, he figured it out," she wrote.

I knew what she meant, he'd figured out she didn't have panties on. My mind was racing. There was one text left.

"God, I don't know what to do," she'd written. "I'm so worked up....I wish I knew what you wanted. I'd do it, I really would, no matter what it is. He's been touching me....my pussy I mean. He's been playing with me. Maybe I should give him a blowjob. Gotta go, talk to you soon. Krystal."

That was it. I remember waves of thoughts and emotions crashing over me that day at work. I tried to text her twice, then called her once and left a message. She didn't answer. I began to suspect what I'd figured, that once she was more clear headed the innocent, sweet Krystal would return and regain control. I wanted to kick myself for missing perhaps my only chance with her, though deep inside I knew I didn't want her that way, that I'd always feel guilty if we'd done something then she had remorse about it later. Doing the right thing often hurts, I've found. I forgot about the email address I'd given her until near the end of my workday. I opened it. She'd left me an email. It was still from the night before, it had a time stamp of 3:20am.

"I just got home. Alena dropped me off so you don't have to worry, I didn't drive. Tonight was....well, different lol. I can't believe I did all that. I had fun, though. I'm still totally wasted, I hope this is making sense. I did what you wanted. I danced with Tim for about an hour. I was so horny I couldn't stand it. Even though I hate him I wanted to jump his bones right there on the dance floor. He figured it out early that I didn't have panties on. Once he did, his fingers never left my pussy. I kept pushing his hands away but he kept on doing it. He had me in a corner and with his long arm he reached behind me and slid his fingers into me from behind like that, in my pussy I mean. I managed to get free of his grasp but I was so worked up, and he saw I wasn't walking away so he kept doing it. I was so drunk I hoped no one noticed but I can't imagine how no one saw that. He had my skirt up over my ass in back more than once. Mostly we were in a group and he had me faced towards the group but still, I mean, come on!"

I couldn't believe this was Krystal, my sweet, innocent Krystal. I knew that's not who she really was though, which is why I pushed any of this in the first place. I knew there was a tiger in there somewhere. 

She continued, "I was so wet it was embarrassing. He was all smug like it was him who made me that way! It wasn't . He finally pushed me down the hall towards the bathrooms and tried to finger fuck me good right there. Somehow I managed to keep him from penetrating me again, though he did rub my pussy enough to drive me crazy. I did something for you, though, right there. When he finally pulled his hand out I licked myself off of him. I imagined it was you."

"Fuck," I groaned. The image was just so vivid.

She finished her email with, "He was begging for a blowjob, it was funny. I'd gotten off but I was still and am still worked up. I almost did it. I almost sucked him right there and pretended it was you! You should've let me do it for you, I wanted to so much! Instead, I left him like that. I left him for all the times he left me unsatisfied. He just called me a fucking whore and left! You were right about guys like him, they are all about themselves. I'm glad now that I didn't let him go further. He would've fucked me in an instant. You, on the other hand, refused to fuck me because I was drunk. You certainly are different from him, I'll give you that. Hope I won't regret telling you any of this later! Krystal."

I was too. I smiled. She hadn't fucked him. I was glad, even though I had no rights over her, I was still glad. I texted her a few times during the next week. She responded politely, but without mentioning or asking about what might be next. I had to give her time. She was either going to regret getting me involved in any way and show that remorse I feared, or, she had to process how she was going to let it proceed.

I saw her on Friday night. She was working. She seemed to have a special glow about her. There is always something special about her but tonight she seemed even more beautiful, if that was even possible. Her face lit up when she saw me. I may have even seen a little bit of a blush. She was busy, too busy to chat, though I kept ordering coffee and water just to be near her. I had no clue what her reaction would be to me bringing up what has happened. I knew, though, that it needed to be her that broached the subject. I needed to accept whatever it was she decided.

Finally she plopped down in the chair beside me and took a break. After some agonizingly lame chit chat about how busy it was and the weather she finally opened up. 

"So, last week...crazy, huh?" She said as if she was trying feel me out.

I smiled. I wanted to contain my excitement. I didn't want to come on too strong like every other guy she has dealt with would. "Yeah, if by crazy you mean awesome," I joked.

She smiled shyly. "I can't believe I did that. I'm not like that at all, usually."

"But it is a part of you, Krystal," I said softly. "It is obviously something you enjoy."

"It is," she hissed softly, "but to do what I did and tell you about it after basically begging you to take me home...I feel so ashamed of myself."

"Wow," I said. "Ashamed of what? You got a little drunk, you had a little bit of fun teasing a guy, you told a friend about it and then you went home. Why is that so bad?"

"I know," she said softly. "I guess the part I'm ashamed of is that I really liked it." Her face reddened. She got up abruptly and said she had to go back to work. "Are you staying?" She asked me. "Or, are you disgusted with me? You haven't said a word about what you think."

I'm no fool. I told her I'd stay and would be willing to tell her everything I thought, after work. She grinned hopefully. She tormented me another couple of hours as I had to watch her walk back and forth as guys ogled her perfection. I wondered how this was all happening, I even questioned if it was or if it was just part of my fevered imagination.

She sat down at the bar after her shift. I bought her a drink. We talked and laughed and chit chatted our time away. Before we could get down to serious discussion the bar was closing. I sighed, another opportunity lost. I thought I was saying goodbye so I told her, "Krystal, I just want you to know that I would never be disgusted with you. Everything I know of you, everything I can see, hear, feel, tells me you are everything that I love in woman. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable." Apparently, alcohol had loosened my lips as well.

Her eyes widened in mock shock. "Love? You said love," she giggled teasingly. "How could I be uncomfortable with someone thinking I'm perfect?" 

"You are perfect, in every wonderful way," I mused softly.

"We'll see," she said. "Do you want to continue this discussion, how about your car?"

I agreed in a snap. I turned on the car and let the heat envelope us.

"So what can we talk about?" I smiled.

"You know," she urged. "We've put it off for far too long. It's like you are teasing me with it. You've made me stew in my own juices for a week now," she said before realizing the double entendre.

My eyes shot open wide. "Um, yeah," I said with hesitation. "I've been thinking about that all week."

"You have?" She said, almost in a delighted squeal.

"Krystal, I'm a guy. No matter if I am a bit different than most of the guys you hang around, I'm still a guy. I think about you...about that...all the time."

"I'm glad to hear that," she murmured softly. "I was wondering if you even wanted me, that way."

"Fuckkkk," I said. "I can't stop thinking about it, wanting it. I've known I've wanted you from the first time I ever saw your angelic face."

"So sweet," she cooed. "Certainly I'm not all that."

"You are all that, that's why I had to leave you last week. If I couldn't have you, the real you, in a way we both wanted, then I didn't deserve you at all."

"So where does that leave us now?" She asked imploringly. "Do we start dating? Do you want to be a couple? How is this going to work? You are old enough to be my father, I have been thinking about it, though. I mean, you mentioned your "dark side" and that intrigued me, obviously it is something I've desired but haven't explored. But, your age, my age..." She said, as she tried to find the words.

"Look, why don't we just enjoy each other for who we are. We both like each other as people, that's obvious. I think we both trust each other as much as two relative strangers can. I have a kinky side which seems to interest you and you have a desire to learn about them. Why don't we just enjoy each other's company, explore each other, and see where that leads?" I said, throwing it out there.

"So you don't mind if we don't, you know, date? That it is ok that we aren't boyfriend and girlfriend?"

I smiled. "I can accept that, for now. Why don't we see where it leads, who knows where that may be."




Krystal



She leaned over and kissed me, softly and lovingly. I responded in kind. Her lips were soft, inviting, it was magical.

"So what now?" She squeaked. "My head is kind of spinning now, plus, my panties are kind of wet," she admitted with a bashful grin.

"You and I both want the same thing, it seems," I said. "I like the sexual games, the mind fuck and, as I mentioned before, I like to treat beautiful sluts like they deserve." I knew how that thought had excited her the last time.

"Yes," she said with a peep. "That's what I want to try, too. I want that."

"What does that mean, exactly?" I wondered aloud.

"Oh god," she said with embarrassment. "You mentioned hair pulling, sexual game playing like we did sort of, last week, maybe spanking and some bondage..." she said, her voice trailing off.

I could tell she was uncomfortable talking about it. I didn't want to press her. She was obviously willing to at least let me try it. Still, I did like making her have to say it out loud. It is part of the mental fuck, the sexual games I thought we both might enjoy.

"I just want you to show me," she begged. "Show me how you were with your ex. Show me how you treat, "dirty sluts." She said, barely able to choke out the last two words.

It was on. No more flags, no more barriers. "So Krystal is a dirty little slut?" I said eyeing her intently. I wanted to see her reaction.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes avoiding mine.

"I think so too," I grinned, to her shame. "We'll start your training now." I said forcefully.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat but her reaction was one of nervous anticipation.

"First, remember last week?" I said.

"Gawd, of course I do," she panted softly.

"Take off your panties again for me, like you did then," I urged. This time, I knew I wouldn't be sending her away. I was going to try and enjoy each and every moment.

"Here?" She squeaked. "It's where I work," she protested.

"The parking lot is nearly empty," I said. "Plus, that's part of the excitement. It's dirty, it's naughty."

I saw her eyes dart over the parking lot and the building. "But my boss is still there, she knows we walked out together. She's always checking to make sure we're ok when we leave. She may have the bouncer watching us.

"Hmm, think of what he might see," I chuckled. "So, are you a dirty little slut, or aren't you?"

She was just so fucking cute. So sexy, yet so innocent, yet so willing to be who she wanted to be. She pouted but she lifted her skirt and was starting to lower her panties. I stopped her. 

"This time you are doing it for me," I said with growing lust. "This time, lift your skirt fully. I want to see you, all of you."

Her face was almost instantly pink. Still, even with pleading eyes she did as she was told. She lifted her skirt up so I could see her panties. I watched as she slowly dragged them down, over her mound. I saw her pussy lips being exposed. She had a cute neatly trimmed strip of pubic hair surrounding her lips. It was like a peach, it made my mouth water. She managed to get them down to her ankles, she shoved her legs together and looked at me with both pride and embarrassment.

"Very nice, Krystal," I said truthfully, she smiled at the compliment. I made her leave the panties around her ankles. I think it would be a constant reminder of how exposed she was and what she'd done to get that way. I started to drive away.

"Where are we going?" She asked. I could tell it was a hopeful tone.

"We're going home so I can see if you are a dirty slut or not," I said as I watched her lower her face in shame, but with an obvious look of excitement.

She had pulled her skirt back down over her pussy. I told her to pull it up, but just enough so that I could see the bottom of her pussy. She protested that people could see. It was dark, that wasn't likely, but to her it must've felt like everyone could tell. I wanted her to think like that. Even though she had questioned it, she still did as she was told and the soft, wet folds of her pussy poked out for my enjoyment. In all my years I've seen some beautiful women and everything they've had to offer but this, well, it was majestic. She was fidgeting nervously. 

I looked her over and said, "we really need to do something about that top, too." 

Even I wasn't sure at this point what that would be. She was wearing a stretchy black top, part of the uniform of the bar. It was low enough that it revealed a nice amount of cleavage. It was hardly enough for us now, though, for a dirty slut sitting with her pussy poking out. It was a dilemma, though. It wasn't a buttoned top so revealing her that way was impossible, and, to remove it completely was an option, but would probably be too much, too soon, I figured.

She asked nervously. "What should I do about the top, sir?"

I beamed. "Wow, sir, I really like that," I gushed.

"It just seems, I dunno, right," she giggled. "Do you want me to take it off?" She asked.

I was surprised at her eagerness but I acted as if it was expected. "Yes, take it off."

She peeled the top over her head. It exposed a very sheer, lacy red bra. Red and black, that's the colors of the bar uniforms. Very hot, I can tell you, almost in a Barbary Coast kind of way.

I drove towards home that way. The most beautiful creature in the world sitting next to me, her tits on display in a barely there bra and the 8th wonder of the world peeking out underneath her skirt. I turned on a two lane divided road. It is a long road, usually very dark, only having a few street lights every so often. It is more of a residential area than commercial. She would be completely safe from viewing, though I'm not sure either of us wanted that at that moment. Once we were on this road I commanded her to remove her top. You don't know how long I've waited to see those beautiful breasts. They did not disappoint. They were firm, perky and her nipples were hardened like pencil erasers. I couldn't resist a tug on them. She winced and gasped lustily at that.

"Oh my god, Krystal, you are so incredible," I gushed, before realizing I'd better at least act like I was the one in control.

"Thanks," she grinned with a bashful glow. "This is so hot," she hissed. "Did you make your ex drive around like this, naked?"

"Oh yes, we loved the exhibitionism, she grew to love being displayed," I said, the reminder caused my groin to twitch.

"Displayed?" She asked with interest.

"Yes, sometimes like this, where we'd drive and people in trucks or SUV's could see in and see her."

"Wow," she said in wonder. "And she liked it?"

"We both liked it," I grinned, recalling the memories.

"How did that work?" She wondered. "Like this road, it's so dark, how could anyone see?"

I almost laughed. She was asking for it. "You want someone to see, don't you, you dirty little girl." "Well, I want to experience things, you told me you'd lead me," she said hopefully.

I had an idea. "So, you want to play a game? It's one my ex and I did more than once."

"Yess," she said uncomfortably. She was filled with nervous energy.

I turned away from my intended path. I drove back towards civilization. I pulled over before I arrived at my destination. 

"You are sure about this, Krystal?" I said as I fondled her gently. I couldn't resist touching her wondrous breasts while we talked.

"Yes," she said with urgency. "Do it, whatever it is, I trust you. Show me how you treated your slutty ex."

I made her switch seats with me, she was now driving. 

"Ok, put the bra back on," I said with reluctance. I almost cursed myself as she covered herself back up, even though there was still quite a bit showing. It was so sheer that you could easily still see her nipples. I tugged her skirt down, but only enough to just barely cover her pouty pussy.

I pointed to the Burger King. We were going through the drive thru. As I'd done in the past I had her drive by first to see who was working. It was two guys. Perfect. 

"Oh god," she whined softly. "Like this?" She said, looking down at everything that would be on display.

"Yes, let them see what a dirty slut you can be." 

We ordered a couple of drinks and pulled up, first, to the money window. She was nearly red and sweating at this point. Sure enough, at the first window the young black guy got an eyeful of her tits through her lacy bra. I could only grin at her discomfort as she looked pleadingly at me for support. I wondered how much of her legs they could see, they did seem to have a good vantage point, far above my small car. "God, that was embarrassing," she whined. I noticed her nipples were so hard they were poking through the soft material of her bra.

We had to wait to pull up to the food window. I leaned in and said to her, "you know, that guy probably has told the other guy about you already."

This only made her gasp. Sure enough, as we were about to pull up to the window I saw two heads in the window this time. She looked at me protesting, I just smirked. 

"Is this what your ex did?" She wondered excitedly. "Showed off like this to some strangers?"

"Well, actually, my ex and I were past this point by then. They saw a lot more than this," I said as I tugged playfully on her bra.

"Ohhh," she panted. We pulled up. The guys seemed to take their time getting her food and returned a number of times.

She turned to me as we were about to pull away. "Do it," she hissed. "Make me do it, whatever your ex did."

"That's my girl," I grinned. The guys still hadn't quite noticed. "Shrug the bra down," I urged quickly. "Let them see them," I said lustfully. Excitedly she lowered the bra down between her arms, her tits now fell out over the top.

The guys still hadn't noticed until I suddenly flicked the overhead light on. It exposed her completely. They started grinning and they flung comments to her as we drove off. "Give us your number, cutie! Damn! Awesome!" they shouted.

We drove away and parked. We switched seats again. "You dirty man," she said playfully as she punched me in the shoulder. 

"Dirty slut," I grinned appreciatively.

"Was that as good as your ex?" She asked hopefully.

"Well, your tits are better than anyone's ex, so yeah. Though, she also flashed her pussy," I teased.

"Fuckkk," she groaned. "I actually thought of it, I almost did it, just lifted it an inch or two."

She looked at me with self disappointment. "Should I have? Damned, I should have, I'm sorry, sir."

I just smiled. "You are incredible. We don't have to do everything at once. Trust me, this works well, especially as a tease. You are worked up now aren't you?"

"Oh god, very much," she said as her hand found her pussy through the material. She started rubbing it softly, almost unconsciously.

"Yes, me too." I felt my cock hardening in my jeans.

She noticed. "Oh, did I do that?" She grinned. "You really do love dirty little sluts, don't you?"

"So fucking much," I beamed.

I drove back on the long dark stretch of road. "What did your ex and you do after something like that?" She asked. I could sense she was leading me. 

"Well, she'd often suck my cock when I was driving."

Her eyes were wide at the word, "cock," even as she reached for it.

I said, "you'll have to get used to it. It's a cock. Sluts love cock," I teased.

"We do," she giggled. She took my cock out and let out a satisfied moan as she held it in her hands. "Fuck," she hissed. "How did we all not see that you had this?" She wondered aloud.

"More for you, then," I grinned. "You get to be the lucky one."

"Thank goodness," she said with giddiness as her mouth engulfed me. Thank god I was driving or else I'd have just closed my eyes and fainted from it. Here was my dream girl, happily sucking on my now raging cock. I tried my best to make it home but she wasn't having it. She greedily sucked down everything I could spurt into that soft, sweet mouth of hers. She looked up at me with a wistful, satisfied smile. 

"I'm so glad I finally got to do that for you, sir," she said, her mouth still glistening.

"Well, if you give me the chance, there will be a lot more you'll experience."

"Mmm," she said as she put her head on my lap. "I can't wait."

I drove home, it was her turn. I showed her things one can do with their tongue that I doubt she's ever seen, or felt. 

"I want you to show me everything," she cooed in a post orgasmic glow.

I planned to.

*

{End of , " Krystal " part one. Hopefully, a series will grow out of this}



Krystal and I



My name is Jim, and I have liked my cousin for a very long time, and right now I'm going to tell you all about our first time together.

I am 19, about 5 foot 9 and a very musculiar build with a 7 inch penis, and still a virgin, my cousin Krystal, about 5 foot 4 and very petite, she has 36 C, with a big ass, she is also very hott, with braces. Which really turns me on.

It was early on a Saturday, she lives with my Grandmother, and I spend the night there every weekend, earliar in my life, I used to fantisize about her and lay in her bed and masturbate. Now no one is up but myself and her, she is wearing a shirt that shows her mid-drift and short shorts. She looked very hott, I slept on the couch as I usually do, she came over and sat next to me. I looked at her with passion in my eyes, and a raging hard on like usual. I said "Hey Sexy." playfully.

"Hey baby." She said back. I looked at her and touched her leg.

"I mean you're really sexy today." I said.

"I know." She replied, I then got a little more confident and slid my hand further up her leg to her inner thigh. Looking at me she said. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." I said pulling my hand away, but to my suprize, she grabbed my hand and put it back.

"It's alright, I know by your cock."

All I could do was smirk, she then pushed me down onto the couch and kissed me passionatly. I layed there stunned, and I opened my mouth a bit and she slid her tounge straight in. We laid there for what seemed like an eternity, but it was only ten minutes, and finally I pushed her off.

"Are you sure?" was all I could blurt out.

"Yes." She replied and kissed me again, I then kissed her back groping her as much as I could. I then broke the kiss, she looked disapointed, but then I grabed her shirt and lifted it over her head, she had a white lacy bra on. I then unclasped the back and out feel the two best tits I have ever seen, they were perfect size and her nipples were about as big as half dollars. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and it instantly got erect and I could tell she was moaning. I stopped and took the other nipple in my mouth and that got hard, I then took that out of my mouth and looked at her with amazement. She then got off of me and I stood up, I then kissed her again, again the agressor, I took the elastic of her shorts and pulled her shorts down, to my delight she was wearing a white see-through thong. By then I was soooooooo hard.

"I love thongs." I said.

"So do I." She said.

I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her and kissed her again. I let her free, instantly she dropped to her knees and my 7 inch cock pointed directly at her face, she looked at it for a bit and I said "Go on touch it."

"Wait, I'm admiring it." she replied and then she pulled my shorts down and took my hard cock in her hand and slowly jerked it off. She then kissed the tip of it and slowly she inserted it into her mouth, at first she couldn't get it all in but as soon as she got passed the gagging she deep throated me. I knew I was moaning very loudly as she bobbed her head slowly licking and sucking at my cock, soon enough she went faster, I clenched onto her hair, I could feel it in my balls when I said.

"I'm cumming."

All she did was keep sucking harder and faster, I exploded the most I have ever, and I will be damned if she didn't swallow it all, I looked there in amazement.

"We better stop before someone wakes up." she said.

"You're right." I replied as I pulled my shorts up, she pulled up her shorts and put her bra and shirt back on.

"We'll finish later." she said as she headed upstairs.

******

Now about 12 o'clock, everyone was asleep and Krystal came down the steps, she was wearing again shorts and a shirt that showed her figure very well. She walked over to the couch and said, "Are you awake."

I sat right up and said, "Yeah."

She looked at me and sat on my lap, she kissed me again and I took off her shirt like before, she was now wearing a blue bra, I unclasped that and out fell her breasts. I love her breasts as I started to massage them, then soon enough I was licking them. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and it was erect again, but unlike before I kept sucking on it while she was moaning. I released it and went onto her other nipple, I sucked it into my mouth and it became erect, I sucked on it for about 3 minutes while she was constanly moaning, I made her get up as I got up. I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down, she was wearing a matching blue thong, which I slipped off. I got onto my knees and looked at her pussy for the first time. She was completely shaved, I loved it. I teased her a bit and then licked her folds, she trembled, then I found her clit and bit it, she almost screamed, I kept licking at it, she was so wet, I then stood up and took off my shorts.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out!" I said.

"I'm a virgin, I kept it for you." she said.

I sat her down on the couch and slowly climbed onto her and inserted my head into her pussy. She was so tight, I pushed in until I felt her heymen. I then broke her heymen as she yelped, I pushed all 7 inches in and she started to moan very loudly, I pumped in and out very slowly as she was raking my back, I then kissed her to muffle her moans, I broke the kiss and she said, "Fuck me hard!"

I did as she commanded as I pumped in and out very fast, she was almost screaming as she tensed up and her pussy clamped around my cock as she had the biggest orgasm of her life, I just kept pumping her as I announced I was cumming she said, "Cum in me."

I plunged in with force and stayed there as I cummed in her, we layed there for about 10 minutes while she finally got up and put her shorts and shirt back on, she threw the thong at me and said, "Keep it."

I looked at it and she walked up the stairs, I layed there smiling for the rest of the night...

To Be Continued.



Krystal and the Hauliers



Hello all. Before I tell you my tale, I've had a lot of e/mails asking for photographs of me. I'm reluctant to do this. I don't mind sharing my experiences with you all, but I once had a friend who e/mailed a picture of herself to a potential "friend" and before she knew it, it was seen all over the web. Although I do like to be admired and thought of in any way you care to think of me, I'm afraid it will have to be through your imagination. For those who really want to know what I look like, there's a mature sex model called Dana Hayes. If her hair was longer and black we could be twins. I think, I'm not sure, I may be a little older and I have bigger tits. I hope this goes some way to placate my growing number of fans, I hope you understand my need for privacy.... Now my story ...

I've just had some of the most incredible sex. It wasn't the best I've had, but incredible just the same. I've certainly had bigger and fatter cocks, but I'd be hard pressed to find anybody that was quite as dirty and up for it (as Sally Says) like these two were. That's right, I've just been double banged, by a trucker and his son.

Let me start at the beginning. I've just spent four days at a retirement home exhibition. Well it wasn't just retirement homes, it also catered for most of the care world needs and some nursing. This of course included hundreds of stalls and different agencies from all over the country. Anyway, after three days of what seemed to me as constantly writing cheques, I'd ended up with quite a load of stuff. This consisted of, among other things, new mattresses, sheets and blankets. I'd also found a bargain on bedside cabinets and so I'd bought twenty of them. So I'd accumulated quite a lot of it all. I obviously hadn't a truck with me and so I went in search of transport. It wasn't long before I ran into George and Barry. 

I'd been walking round the convention hall for about fifteen minutes when I saw them handing out business cards. Making my way towards them, I gave them a good looking over. Not sexually, you understand, I was more concerned to see if they good be trusted. That was a lot of moneys worth that I wanted transporting and I had no intention of letting somebody steal it all from me. 

As I got nearer to them, I could see the resemblance in their looks and it soon be came clear that they were a father and son team. I introduced myself to them after accepting a card from Barry, who was obviously the son. I told them of my predicament and suggest we meet up later and maybe discuss it over a drink if they were available tomorrow that is. They readily accepted my offer after finding out where they were to travel to if we could reach an agreement. I told them the name of the hotel where I was staying and we agreed on 8.30pm for them to meet me in the bar.

At 8.30 I found myself walking into the lounge bar, not quite as conservatively dressed as I was earlier, but not tarty either. I was wearing a black skirt that came to just above mid-thigh, a pink halter neck top which showed a good portion of cleavage, without being over the top. On top of this I wore a black leather waistline jacket. I'd elected to not wear stockings and was bare legged. With black 4" heels this finished the ensemble.

I was stood at the bar waiting to be served when I felt a tap on my shoulder,

"Good evening Ms James. Please, let us do the honours. What would you like?"

Turning round I was faced with a different George and Barry. They didn't look anything like they had earlier. They certainly scrubbed up well. I found myself wondering for the first time since meeting them, if father and son were into mature women and if they would share her company, so to speak.

"Oh, hello George. Hello Barry. Please you must call me Krystal. And I'd just love a Gin & Tonic thank you."

"Ok, G&T it is and Krystal it is too. Why don't you let Barry take to a seat and I'll bring the drinks over."

Barry held my elbow and we found a spare table over the far side. I sat on the bench seat and was pleasantly surprised when Barry came round and sat next to me. He must of seen me look at him and he explained that he didn't like his back to the room. He had always been the same and so was his father. So I wasn't too surprised when George brought a round of drinks over and plonked himself the other side of me. Now this was a nice position for any woman to find herself in. Two handsome men either side of her, the possibilities are endless. I was really becoming interested to see where this was going. Sipping my drink we started talking business.

The business was all sorted out in approximately forty five minutes and so we could now relax. I was pleased with the outcome as they were too. Barry went to fetch more drinks and I could feel George inch a little closer.

"So George, tell me about yourself." I asked as I looked at him and caught him ogling my 40dd's.

His face reddened and he quickly averted his eyes. I was really tempted to excuse him and let him know I didn't mind him ogling, but I must confess to liking the dance between men staring at my bust and trying to be subtle about it. George started to tell me about himself and his son, he was apparently happily divorced 6 years and his son lived with him. Barry was 24 and had never once mentioned his mother since the day she left. They been in business together for 2 years and it seemed to be paying off. They took turns driving, especially long distances. They been all over the country and had even made a few trips abroad to Europe. I was very pleased that I'd chosen these over the other haulage firms. 

As george was talking , I looked up and could see Barry walking towards me. My eyes naturally went down to his lunchbox and I was glad to see that he was sporting at least a semi. My eyes travelled up to his and he too was staring at my huge tits. He put the drinks down in front of us and sat himself back down. He was even closer and I was pinned between the two. The smell of their aftershave and their musky manly smell was doing it's thing to my hormones and no matter what my mind said, my body had taken over. My juices were already flowing, they had been for over and hour. My nipple were so hard and stiff I could feel them rubbing on my bra. We chatted some more and I could feel their legs up against mine, occasionally, one or the other would rub they're leg against mine, sending shivers all through me. 

I excused myself, telling them I needed to go to the little girls room, also I would pick up fresh drinks on the way back. Of course they did the manly thing and refused a drink from a woman. I told them not to be so silly and went off. Once in the loo, I leant back onto the sink. My body was on fire. It tingled all over. I knew I was going to get double banged tonight and I couldn't wait. I reached under my skirt and removed my thong, stuffing it into my bag. Re-applied my lip gloss I headed back out into the bar. Giving a little wave as I passed in view of our table, I ordered the drinks. It was then that I happened to look up and could see the two men's reflection in the mirror. Barry was gesticulating to his father with his hands about the size of my tits. His father, whilst listening to his son ramble on was staring through the crowd at my legs. I smiled to myself. It was time for Krystal to get what she wanted and needed most.

I sat back between them and crossed my legs. Both men actually complimented me telling me I had great legs, especially for woman my age. I decided to push a little further and asked about my breasts. Barry was less shy than his dad.

"Krystal, you have a terrific body for a woman your age. You ooze sex appeal. I've never known a woman like you" his father was vigorously nodding his head the other side of me. I let my hand rest on my upper thigh, with the attention of "accidentally" pulling my hem up higher to reveal even more of my legs. Barry couldn't take his eyes off my long nails and I could see him mincing in his seat. His hard cock was obviously uncomfortable for him.

George then spoke, "Why don't we go someplace quieter?"

Here it comes I thought to myself. "Sure, why not." I responded. "Any ideas?"

They both looked at each other and I sensed a silent communication between them.

"Listen, we don't live to far from here, why don't you come back to our place for a while? Listen to some music, maybe get a bite to eat, if we've got anything you fancy that is." 

"That sounds like a great idea." said Barry, whose eyes were still riveted to my tits.

"Ok. Sounds like we have a plan. Just let me go to the little girls room and I'll be right with you." 

They both stood with me and helped me out of the booth. I felt their eyes following me as I walked away. I really did need to use the toilet. Not to pee, my pussy was streaming with juices and I needed to clean up. I entered the cubicle and swiftly pulled my skirt up to my waist exposing my bald wet cunt. I couldn't resist dipping a finger into it. Sitting down I spread my legs and with my other hand I pinched my protruding clit. In seconds both my hands were soaking wet and I had to force myself to hold back a tremendous orgasm. Grabbing a handful of tissue I wiped away the juice and made myself half decent. I left the cubicle and re-glossed my lips. I was pretty sure I would have at least one of their cocks in my mouth this night. Hopefully both.

By the time I came out of the loo, both George and Barry were waiting for me by the door. They'd asked the porter to call us a cab which arrived shortly. We all three made ourselves comfortable in the black cab. George sat next to me and Barry was sat opposite. I crossed my legs carelessly, my skirt was now so high up I might as well be not wearing it. George started talking to me and as I looked at him I could see Barry adjusting his cock through his trousers. It looked very impressive. If we'd of been in any other cab I would have been on my knees getting Barry's dick out and sucking the jism from his balls. But I've had experience with these types of cabs before. The driver always gets a birds-eye view and although I'm no prude by any stretch of the imagination, some cabbies are and I found it's not worth the hassle. 

I could smell my sex as we drove, so I was pretty sure that they could too. Fifteen minutes later we pulled up outside their house. George paid the cabbie and they both led me up to the front door. Once inside they helped me out of my jacket and they got their first glimpse of my huge breasts. Barry's hand shook as he hung my jacket on a peg. George gently led me into the front room asking if I wanted something to drink. I asked for a G&T if they had it and made myself comfortable on the sofa. Barry then entered the room and I noticed his cock was plainly visible through his jeans. My drink was given to me and it didn't go unnoticed that they didn't have one themselves.

"So Krystal, what type of music do you like? We have all sorts. Tell me someone you like and we'll see what we can do." barry asked.

"I'd like something mellow. I love to dance, if you'll dance with me." I said. Soon, the crooning sounds of George Benson was heard coming into the room. I put my drink down and reached for George who was the nearest one to me. Soon we were up close and moving to the music and I could feel his hard-on pressing into my mound. As we rotated I saw barry watching with a strange look on his face. I watched as his eyes travelled up and down my mature body. He looked hungry. Me, I was starving. I beckoned him over and he stepped behind me and I was soon feeling a hard cock pressing into my arse. I was a human sandwich and I loved it.

Things got really heated really fast. Two pairs of hands were mauling me all over with special attention being paid to my tits and arse. Barry reached round from behind and grabbed two handfuls of horny tit, while his father reached under my skirt and after the shock of discovering I wasn't wear any knickers proceeded to give me a wonderful fingering. There's no other way of saying this, but I was on the verge of losing my fucking mind. This, of course wasn't my first time with two men. I've had many adventures on that score. With two, three, and more. It's just that the older I get the better it gets with multiple partners. Strange but true.

I threw my head back and George immediately latched on to my neck. I opened my eyes to find Barry's eyes looking into mine. "Do you like my big tits Barry? Would you like me to get them out for you?.............. I will if you promise to stick that big cock your pressing into my bum between them .................. oh fuck, that's it George, finger my wet pussy really good. ........ I love it..... that's it, stand back barry and I'll remove this top and bra and make things easier for you."

Barry moved away sharply while his father carried on poking his fingers into me. Soon my huge breasts were uncovered and they both drank them in. Barry stepped back in and grabbed my bare flesh. I reached behind me and manipulated his button and zip until I held his dribbling cock in my fist. I tried without success to open George's with one hand. In the end I had to ask him to do it himself. George went one better and stripped right off. My eyes flew open at the sight of his magnificent erection. It had to of been at least ten inches long and three inches round. That was even bigger then the impressive one I was holding and that was only slightly smaller. George moved back towards me and I now had two cocks in my hands. Both were dripping with pre-cum and I twirled my thumb over their swollen helmets until it was running over my hand. Pushing them both away, I pulled my skirt down and was soon on my knees with George rubbing his tremendous stiff one all over my face. I could hear rustling behind me and assumed rightly that Barry was removing his clothes too. In just seconds Barry's cock came over my shoulder and I had a quick lick. With a cock in each hand I made for them to go to the sofa. Little did they know how much I loved to suck cocks. The only thing I like better then sucking cock, is sucking two cocks.

I walked with them on my knees and waited as they sat. George was studying my face and in the end lust took him as he grabbed my hair and forced a good deal of man flesh into my willing mouth. Avoiding just the urge to gag I let him push even more into me. Barry was laid back on the sofa, eyes closed, lifting his hips in time with my hand movements. I alternated between them both and gave them (as they told me much later) the best blow-job of their lives. George was the first to cum and I enjoyed for the first time a huge amount of spunk hitting the back of my throat. Not too far behind was Barry. He shot twice into my mouth and pulled out to ejaculate the rest over his fixation, my tits. He must have been thinking of doing that all night for he had loads of it, both tits were covered and they both watched as I rubbed it all in until it was a sticky mass. All the time I'm watching the two cocks. Neither one of them lost their erection and I was soon on all fours, on the rug with Georges thick rod beating a path to my womb. 

Barry laid beneath me and I pressed my huge melons onto his cock. He wasted no time in using them for his own satisfaction. The harder George pumped me, the harder my tit flesh pressed into and around Barry's cock. George was soon well on his way to another orgasm and I reached behind me and grabbed his egg sized balls. With a grunt and an almighty thrust, I felt a glob of cum splatter against my cunt wall. I looked down at Barry, ran my tongue over my lips and he soon followed his father. I had more cum on my tits then I'd had for a long while and I loved every minute.

After they'd finished this round, we parted and I sipped some more of my drink. We chatted about this and that, all the while running my hand up and down their thighs until both cocks were throbbing once again wanting to fuck me. I had just the thing. They were going to fill both my holes and pound me until I came all over them. I finished my drink and told them what I wanted. It was the only thing I would ask of them and explained how much I loved to have a cock in my arse as my pussy's being fucked. I have to say, both guy's were well up for it and they soon had me positioned on Barry's cock with his cock at least four inches into my bum, my back to him, while George positioned himself between our opened legs, slowly wanking his wet cock and aiming for my opened pussy.

"Go on George............ push it in me. ...... I need that huge cock in me." he wasted no time and inch by inch he thrust into me and I didn't stop ordering around until I felt with my hand their balls rubbing together. I knew that they were both as deep as they could get. I was at fever point, the smell of sex and cum, the grunts and groans all brought me to the peak of sexual heights. I bounced up and down on their throbbing tools until I felt my blood boil and my imminent orgasm approaching.

"Oh fuck, it's cumming boys....... don't stop....... Harder..... that's it George fill my fat cunt with your fat cock....... Barry, I can feel you big balls on my bum...... I'm cummmmming, ohhhhhh SHITTTTTTTT"

George came just before me. As I shouted that I was cumming, George pulled out and sent a surprising amount of cum over my belly. I was next, covering poor Barry with copious amounts of pussy juice. He in turn painted the inside of my anus with his own load. 

We separated and all lit a cigarette, I don't smoke often now, but I will admit to liking one after I've had a good seeing to. We actually fucked twice more that night before the boys begged off quoting that they had to be up early in the morning. Remembering that they would be working for me, I relented on condition that they spent the night in Chichester with me and a friend. They readily agreed and I caught a taxi back to my hotel. 

One thing more. On the way to the hotel, I fetched my mobile from my bag and txt Sally. I hope she manages to change shifts tomorrow night. It could be a long one. I'll let you know. 



Krystal at Work



As I told you in my first story, " The Boys from next door ", I currently own a home for retiree's. It, of course, caters for both men and women. I currently have eleven males and nine females. I employ twelve staff for nursing needs, eight females and four men. On top of that I also employ five catering staff. I, of course, jump in and help where-ever I'm needed. I've been doing this since my divorce four years ago. I enjoy it immensely. I have great satisfaction in making sure our elderly are well taken care of. For this reason, I'm very particular about who I employ. I conduct a hard interview, with lots of scenarios, to make sure that they respond in the way I want. Some of the old men are really quite lewd. And I want my staff to be able to handle that side of things. It's no good running to me every time a "guest" gets a bit frisky. I certainly don't want them running to the papers when things get "risqué", so to speak. So as I say. I always conduct the strictest interviews for all staff, at all levels. From matron down to care staff. 

During interviews with men hopefuls, I always wear respectable but sexy clothes. Normally a skirt suit, with a white blouse, undone enough to expose my more than ample cleavage. The skirt cut a respectable inch or two above the knee. I insist that they sit to the side of my desk, so that they get a good look at my legs and heels as I cross and uncross them repeatedly. This evokes a number of reactions. I would think that their first would be shock. They must find it hard to believe that this mature sexy woman of 62, is practically exposing herself to them. You can see some of them actually get nervous and fidget constantly. Of course some of them get the inevitable hard-on. That always brings a smile to lips. The ones that don't soon do when I make out to ponder something and suck the end of my pen. It's fun watching them trying to cover their embarrassments up. 

I have as you've probably guessed by now had sex with most of my staff at sometime or other. The only one I haven't is Jason. But he's only been here a week. He's just turned 18 a month ago. I see the way he looks at my legs as I walk past him. You maybe thinking that he's a bit young for me. In case you are, let me make one thing clear. The only concern I have is whether their old enough. Nothing more. If I fancy somebody, then I will go all out to seduce them, no matter what their age. Anyway, I will let Jason settle in first. He does look like he has a nice package though.

Back to what I was saying. There was this one gentleman, Bobby who came for a job. I remember it clearly. It was about 3½ years ago, Thursday afternoon, 2.30. I was dressed in a black satin suit a shortish skirt, which came to about 3" above my knees, it had a split in front and if I wasn't careful, it would give anybody watching a nice view. A red blouse, again suitably undone to show my womanly cleavage. And of course, my customary 4" heels. As soon as he stepped through the door I instantly wished I hadn't worn the bra. I fell in instant lust. Bobby stood at 6' 3" was 28 years old and very muscular. He had short blonde hair, cut so severe he looked like an American marine. You could tell by his walk that he was a confident man and that I admit is a weakness of mine. I stood to greet him and held out my hand. He took it as he reached me. His were huge. They enveloped mine, completely smothered it. I was sure of one thing though. He like what he saw. His eyes appraised my 58 year old body from my 4" heels up to my teased black hair and then back down again. I, myself was trying to get a look at his nether region. 

We sat down and introduced ourselves. I went straight into my tease mode. I not only wanted to know if Bobby could take it, I really fancied him sexually. He oozed sex appeal. I was stammering and tripping over my tongue as I asked him questions and each time his eyes caught mine, they seemed to be smirking. I was aware of where his eyes were at all times. He wasn't trying to be subtle. My skirt had ridden up so my stocking tops were on display and I brought my hand down and rested it mid-thigh. He watched as I stroked and ran my painted nails across my stockings. He answered my questions by talking to my breasts. 

"So tell me Bobby, do you have an active social life?" I asked as my left hand ran the full length of my stockinged leg as he watched. " What sort of thing do you enjoy doing?" 

As he pondered his answer, I gave an obvious look to his cock region. Sure enough, there was the bulge that all women look for. Even now, he looked to be a well built man. Not waiting for his answer I quickly stood and made my way over to the door. As I turned the lock, I glanced back in his direction and caught him squeezing his throbbing prick through his trousers. By the time I'd got back to him I had my blouse fully undone and my now exposed bra gave him every indication of what I was after. He couldn't take his eyes away from them. 

I sat back down, grab my assets in both hands and opened my thighs so he could see my thong between my wet pussy lips. Within seconds he was on his knees, head in my cleavage slobbering all over my breasts. I do love man and woman who make a fuss over my boobs. I find it such a turn-on. Even men who I didn't fancy have had their cocks sucked just because they've been overly attentive to my tits. Bobby was certainly doing a terrific job. My big nipples were protruding through my lacy bra. Not really wanting any niceties at this time' I reached down and pulled my bra over so he could really get at them. My breath was coming in pants as he continued to devour me. Leaning forward, I reached down as far as I could trying to get a feel of his cock through his trousers. I couldn't, but he soon stood before me, his throbbing erection inches from my mouth. Involuntary I licked my full lips and rested my hands on his bulge. I suppose I was a mite disappointed. I'd had longer, but christ, it was thicker then my wrist. Oh well, a girl cant have everything. I wantonly ran my nails along his thickness and wasn't in the least bit surprised when I felt the tell tell sign of pre-cum showing on my finger tip, through his trousers.

I smoothly pulled his zip down and released his tool. His helmet was already pulled back and glistened with cum. Pulling him towards me by his balls I sucked his helmet into my opened mouth and swirled my wet tongue around it. Pre-cum oozed onto my tongue and I kept swallowing. He sure was excited by me and I always appreciate anyone who is. I started ever so slowly to bob my mouth over his cock and he started groaning in enjoyment. I know how to suck cocks. Been doing it many years and enjoy it fully. I'm somewhat of an expert at it. All my blow-jobs are noisy and I make lots of slurping noises and I moan and groan a lot. This is a sure way of letting your partner know that your sucking him off because you like it and not because you feel you have to do.

I soon had Bobby pumping his cock into my face as he held my head in his hands. I knew he was going to shoot at any second. I reached up with one hand and squeezed his hairy balls with one hand and with the other I inserted a finger into his anus. He gave a small grunt and a powerful blast of cum hit the back of my throat. So much cum was actually in my mouth that I didn't have time to swallow all of it and some escaped my mouth and dribbled onto my tits. I managed to swallow what was left in my mouth and sucked and sucked until I had it all. 

He pulled me to my feet and unceremoniously pushed me over my desk. Not bothering to pull my thong off, just pulling it out of my wet pussy, he thrust his hard cock inside me. There was nothing pretty or nice about this. This was pure lust. Filthy sex of the best kind. It had been a while since my cunt had been fucked this hard, but I was enjoying every second of it. His hands came around my front to tease my nipples which were now as hard as they'd ever been. I was bucking back at him as he powered into me. Juices which were mostly mine, was running down my legs, causing the delicious suction sounds as he pulled out. I reached behind him and gently sunk my nails into his bum. As this happened, he really lost it and was giving it to me so hard his balls were banging my arse. I felt the rush of my orgasm approaching and used my left hand to play with my engorged clit. That sent me over the edge and I stifled a scream as it hit and I felt his hands squeeze my bum cheeks as he sent his own seed into my hungry cunt.

We eventually composed ourselves and I informed him that he had the job. I also made it clear that he'd got the job before we'd fucked and it had had no bearing on his appointment. Bobby's still with us. We fuck every now and then and I've even had threesomes with sally, our senior carer. She's another big busted beauty. Sally and I have had many sexy escapades. Specially with some of the residents. I will tell you some of them later. But just imagine this, sally's 50 with an incredible figure. A 40D bust, an arse you could put you glass on. Always dresses to please. When we do our rounds together, you can actually see some of the male residents groan. We're always teasing them. We have our favourites of course. Through the course of bathing and showering, some need our help and we tease and tease. Even aged men have cocks and some are very impressive. They really appreciate a nice soapy hand job. We've even sucked and swallowed a lot of their cum. My personal favourite is Henry. He's disgustingly naughty with a cock and a pair of balls which produce so much cum you think your going to drown. His eyes light up as soon as I enter his room and close the door. When myself and Sally walk into his room, he visibly shakes. Girls, when I finish telling you about Henry, you'll be off to find your own old man.

Henry came to us 2 years ago. He was brought in by his daughter, straight from a convalescence home, where he'd been recovering from an operation on his back. His wife had died a number of years back and his daughter had reluctantly had to admit that there was just no room in her small house for Henry as well as her, her husband and two teenage children. Henry had had no complaints, he knew she was being honest and he had no problem with it. 

Henry was 69 years old when he arrived. He walked into my office using two canes and almost collapsed into the armchair. I filled out the paperwork with his daughter Jane, and explained the visiting hours which are pretty relaxed here compared to most. Contact numbers were obtained and she said her goodbyes and left. 

I saw Jane out to the reception and with a few word and a long lusty look at my receptionist Susan I headed back to my office. I collected his file and sat down across from him on a settee. I was asking him questions, such as food, likes and dislikes, drinks and so forth. Everything we'd need to know to make his stay a happy one. 

I happened to look up and caught the old goat staring at my legs. Looking at his face he was obviously flushed. I moved slightly so my hold-ups were exposed. All I wanted to do was give him a little stiffie. As I said before. Show me attention and I'll make it worth your while.

I got up and walked towards him, wanting him to sign a consent form. I went to place the clip-board on his lap when all sense left me. I was stunned into immobility. Running along the inside of his right leg was the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Although it was under his trousers, you couldn't miss it. Resisting all temptation to reach out and squeeze it, I got him to sign the form. I couldn't stop my hand shaking. All I kept thinking about was that huge cock. It didn't belong on a man. Any man. It was more suited to a horse or a donkey. Already a plan was forming in my mind.

Crossing over to my desk, I reached over to punch the intercom and asked Susan to send up one of the day staff to help Henry over to the east-wing. Intentionally giving him a first rate look at my arse. Turning back to him, my eyes were straight on his bulge. I'm sure it had gotten bigger. It was nearly to his knee. I was getting really hot. 

When they had come to take Henry, I explained that myself and our senior carer Sally would be over shortly to settle him in. as soon as he'd gone I paged Sally and she rang instantly. I gave her a brief run down on the phone where upon she ran to my office. Not long after that we'd both stripped down to our lingerie and donned white lab coats. We love each other dressed this way and before I could get my buttons done up sally was on her knees giving my wet pussy a good clean.

Normally I would of sat down and let her tongue me as long as she wanted. Giving me many orgasm's in the process. But I reluctantly had to push her away and remind her of what we were supposed to be doing. 

We stepped out of my office and Susan, whilst talking on the phone, ogled the pair of us as we strutted by her desk, making our way to Henry's room. By the time we got there, we'd both undone all the buttons on our coats, except the one in the middle. We sure looked hott!!! I knocked on the door and pushed the door open. Henry sat in an armchair that had been placed in front of the window so that he could see out into the garden. He glanced our way and I smiled as he had to do a double take. He saw before him, two voluptuous women. Dressed in doctors coats, barely done up. Exposing copious amounts of flesh and lingerie. Capped of by us both wearing stiletto heels. I watched his face as his eyes alternated between Sally and myself. Sally stood hands on her hip, staring at his cock bulge, willing it to grow.

" Hello Henry. This is our senior carer Sally." Sally stepped over to him and shook his sweaty hand.

" Now normally Henry, I would come and settle you in on your first night with us. It's just a bit of the personal touch. Anyway, as Sally's on duty tonight, I thought we'd both do it. Is that alright with you?" 

"Y...yes" he stammered. "That would be lovely"

I walked towards him and watched his eyes as they scanned my legs as they came through the unbuttoned coat as I walked. By the time we reached him and swung his chair around, so that he was facing into the room, he was already sporting a nice fat semi hard-on. 

We the proceeded to make arrangements in his room. Trivial things like unpacking his cases, checking his en-suite facilities, generally just making sure that he had everything he needed. All the while, we were chatting to him and watching his cock get harder and harder. The posing we were doing as we went about our work, a monk would of got a stiffie. With every excuse we could think of, we would bend over, exposing our bums to his face, bend forward showing our expansive cleavage to his excited gaze. Myself and Sally have worked this routine down to a fine art. The amount of residents, staff and even visitors that we've seduced using this strategy is incredible. We can keep it up for hours if needed, but I knew that this wasn't going to take long. His eyes followed our every movement. He had trouble keeping up with the pair of us. Sally was being real slutty by now. Actually acting like a bitch on heat. At one time, she actually bent down on the pretext of picking something up, about 6 inches from his face. Her thong had worked it's way into her arse and pussy lips. I watched his cock bulge as this was going on and decided to move things along. I was hungry to get my hands and mouth around it. 

We quickly finished doing the tasks that we needed to do and it was now time to settle him down for the night. We got him out of his chair and sat him on the edge of the bed. We could see his impressive cock bulging along his thigh and Sally kept brushing against it with every opportunity she got. A wet patch had already formed in his trousers and we could smell that heavy musk that only men can give off. 

With her heart pounding, I made my way over to the en-suite and fetched a basin of hot water. Donning pair of white latex gloves, which Sally had already done, we got Henry undressed. Sally stood stunned as Henry's erect cock came fully into view.

"Oh my fucking god!!!!!" she exclaimed, "It's huge..... Not normal, it belongs on a horse or some sort of animal." 

The Boa snake laid along Henry's thigh, gently throbbing and oozing pre-cum as we watched. I don't think that it could ever stay upright. It was just too big. Believe me when I say it was enormous. In fact, the very next day when I went back , I took a tape measure with me and took it's dimensions. He actually measured 13 inches long, by just under 4 inches round. It was then, the biggest cock I'd ever seen. 

Henry leaned back on the bed on his elbows and waited to see what was going to happen. With two voluptuous women half naked in front of him, staring at his huge throbbing erection, he knew for sure that something was definitely on the cards. 

We reached for the soap-bar and lathered our gloved hands up. As sally watched, I tentatively placed one hand around his tool, this was followed quickly by my other. Sally joined me by putting one hand around his cock, whilst with the other she tried to cup his huge balls. 

I think I knew what was going to happen before sally did. You see sally loves sucking cock even more than I do. Once she's seen a stiff one, she just has to go down on it. She did so now. I watched amazed as she opened her succulent lips to accommodate his massive rod. I continued to wank him as she sucked with all her might. We both knew he wouldn't last long. We'd teased him mercilessly and you could tell that he was doing his best to hold back. 

I was stood bent over as I was giving him his wank when I felt his hand run up the inside of my thighs. I don't usually let the residents touch me, but the sight and touch of this magnificent specimen had made me hornier then I'd ever been. So I let Henry finger my sodden pussy until I game all over his hand. This in turn was enough for Henry. I saw sally's eyes open, saw her cheeks bulge as Henry roared and sent a torrent of cum in Sally's mouth. To say I was shocked would be mild. I had never seen, nor had Sally, so much cum in my entire life. It was just so much, Sally couldn't swallow it, it escaped from between her lips that were still around his engorged helmet. I pulled gently at first at her hair because I wanted to see some of this spectacle, then as she refused to come away I pulled a little harder, just in time to see a massive wad erupt out his dick and land on Sally's tits, which she immediately began to rub in. 

I played with his massive tool until it went sort of limp. I say sort of because despite his age, it didn't seem to want to go down fully. It was like it had a mind of it's own. All the time I had hold of it, it kept twitching and jerking in my hand. I resisted the throb in my cunt telling me to climb on top of it. I really wanted to know what that monster would feel like inside of me. That would come a little later. Firstly though, I wanted him to recharge his battery because I was coming back tomorrow to give him one of my blow jobs and maybe actually fuck my first resident. 

I tenderly cleaned him with a hot soapy sponge and eventually got him dressed. All the while, Sally watched his cock, massaging his opulent amount of cum into her fat tits.

By the time I'd got him into his night clothes and got him into bed, he was fully hard and Sally wanted to have another suck on him. I was a little selfish and insisted that she leave him alone for now as he needed his rest. I wink at him and sent Sally on her way. I then explain as I rubbed his erection through the sheet, what I had in mind for him tomorrow and if he could refrain from wanking that monstrosity until then, it would be so much better for us both.

I left his room then and as I did, I felt juices run down my leg. I was really horny now and I needed to cum really bad. Instantly I knew what I was going to do. I knew where there was a tall sexy secretary that loved to tease and please. I know she would love a repeat of last week. The thought of Susan sucking my big nipples as she poked my vibrator into my wet pussy made me literally run back to my office. 




Krystal at Work



I called Susan on the intercom as soon as I got my breath back and by the time she entered I was leant on the edge of my desk, white coat undone exposing my stockings and bra covered boobs, holding my big black vibrator in both hands.

Susan took in the scene in a glance and turned to shut and lock the door... 



Krystal Begins Her Adventure



Later in the week, after the boys had gone off to work, Rachel dropped the kids off to school then wandered into Krystal's house. After the usual how are you's Rachel finally summoned the courage to broach the subject "How are you feeling about the other night Krys." 

Krystal turned and gave Rachel a long look. "To tell you the truth I have been in a bit of a flap about it." 

"Why is that." replied Rachel. 

"You know that I have always been a pretty straight person, although I think I can handle a little fun, but the other night went way past my own boundaries and I am struggling to deal with it." 

Rachel replied "I am sorry about that, I have to tell you I had a ball and it has given me a real lift." 

"No, no" replied Krystal "I absolutely loved it myself, and on more than one level as well, its just that I feel I should be a little guilty about the whole thing."

"Oh for god's sake Krystal, that's just your upbringing, if you enjoyed it and no one got hurt then you should be happy. Did Jeff say anything."

"No, but he is as happy as can be, he already told me how much he loved watching me get undressed, and he has always lusted over your tits."

"I am glad to hear that." replied Rachel

"Not to mention the fact that I have been so horny that I have fucked his brains out every night since."

"You go girl" said Rachel "But you said you enjoyed it from a couple of levels, what was that all about."

Krystal sighed "I was a bit shy to start off, but I started to get really turned on watching you and Wayne and Jeff slowly get undressed, by the time Wayne ordered you to sit down and spread your legs, I was on fire, and with you sitting there like that I could only think of myself being the one on display." 

"Oh I like the sound of that, except I was really pissed off with Wayne and I know how much he loves me fingering myself, so I was determined not to do it, if I had of known you were on the edge I would have done it," Rachel replied.

"What" replied Krystal "You finger yourself when Wayne watches."

"You bet, he loves it and I know that as well as getting an orgasm out of it myself he will go down on me for ages and then fuck me stupid. You said more than one level, what else got to you."

"Well" replied Krystal hesitantly "after I took my bra off, I was a bit shy, but the looks I was getting from Jeff and Wayne were just pure lust, I have never felt so wanted in my life. My nipples were so hard they could cut glass, it was all I could do to keep my hands off myself. When it got to the point of you spreading your legs, I was in a trance, imagining that it was me instead of you, but in my mind I had spread my cunt lips wide apart and had a couple of fingers deep inside me, god just talking about it is getting me hot again."

"You and me both girl friend, I can't believe if you feel this way you have never masturbated in front of Jeff."

"I have masturbated plenty but how do I go about it for an audience" said Krystal "What do you do."

"Well watch and learn beautiful girl, watch and learn."

With that Rachel led Krystal to the lounge room and sat her in a sofa then pulled the coffee table over so it was about 2 foot from Krystal's knees. Rachel went to the stereo and put on some soft rock music as background and returned to Krystal, She was wearing a simple dress which buttoned up right down the front, and as Krystal watched she slowly unbuttoned the dress. As each button popped Rachel ran her hands up and down her sides, and on the way back up she cupped her tits.

Slowly the buttons went, revealing a lacy bra then her navel, the top of her knickers, then the sheer triangle of her pants, through which Krystal could faintly see her neatly trimmed bush. Finally the last button went and Rachel allowed the dress to slide off her shoulders and pool on the floor at her feet. Krystal was breathless during this display, and took a great deal of care to closely watch Rachel's moves.

After the dress hit the ground, Rachel reached behind her and unclipped her bra, and without too much fanfare, let it fall to the ground at her feet. Krystal gazed at her magnificent breasts, at least 36DD and with nipples that poked as hard as blue steel. Rachel then massaged her tits, running her hands up the sides, cupping them underneath, and twisting and pulling on her nipples.

Krystal could feel her own cunt moisten and felt her arousal as she watched the wanton display. Rachel then turned around and hooked her fingers through the strings of her G string and then slowly slid them down her hips, bending at the waist until they were at her ankles. By this time Krystal was staring straight at her cunt as it glistened between her tight firm buttocks.

Rachel then turned and sat on the coffee table in front of Krystal. She stretched her legs out and placed them at either end of the table. Krystal was spell bound, just by spreading her legs, Rachel's cunt lips had parted and Krystal could see how wet she was as she looked for and found the protruding bud of Rachel's clit. Krystal held her breath as Rachel slowly slid her hands down her sides, stopping momentarily to massage her beautiful breasts and twist her nipples one last time. Eventually the hands, like small animals on a mission were on the top of each thigh. Rachel then bought her hands up each thigh, then into her crutch and finally her fingers gently held each side of the cunt, slowly peeled the lips apart, revealing the pink moist depths within. Krystal could feel her own arousal reaching heights only previously found with Jeff's tongue lapping her juices and mauling her clit.

Rachel slowly raised her right hand to her face and licked and sucked each of the fingers, then with the lubrication provided, ran her hand back between her legs, and slid the middle finger into the depths of her cunt. Krystal could hear Rachel's soft moan and watched mesmerised as Rachel, slowly at first, then increasing in speed, started to fuck herself with that finger. After a couple of minutes, Rachel eased another finger into her cunt, and continued sliding them in and out of her depths. Another couple of minutes saw Rachel slide another finger into her cunt. Rachel's moans were becoming louder and the speed that her 3 fingers sliding in and out increased. Krystal was frozen to the spot, the burning of her own arousal calling her, but not willing to move in case the moment passed and was lost forever.

Rachel by now was savagely assaulting her own cunt, jamming her fingers in and out with increasing passion and strength. Rachel's moaning became insistent and suddenly her back arched and she jammed her hand into her cunt and froze. Krystal could see her cunt juices seeping out around her hand as Rachel humped and ground against it. Rachel finally fell on her back on the table, her legs still spread wide and 3 of her fingers jammed obscenely inside her. Finally Krystal relaxed as Rachel slowly closed her legs and withdrew her fingers, Krystal could see the lips of Rachel's cunt grasp against those fingers and extend till she disengaged herself.

Rachel sat up and with a dreamy voice said "See that's how you do it girl, now you have a turn."

Krystal balked "I can't do that as good as you, that was like a regular strip show." 

"Don't worry" replied Rachel "Believe me Jeff will not give a damn, if he thinks he will get lucky, when you do finger yourself it will be all you can do to stop him getting involved before you cum."

Rachel stood up and pulled Krystal up by the hand, "Time to swap Krystal" with that she quickly swapped and sat straight down on the sofa, still naked with her gorgeous body on display. 

"What do I do Rachel," cried Krystal, 

"Just close you eyes and take yourself over the edge girl," ordered Rachel.

With that Krystal closed her eyes and began to sway to the music still playing on the back ground. She was wearing a mini skirt and tight t shirt, so she decided to remove the shirt quickly and ripped it off over her head, throwing it to the far corner of the room. Her 34D tits strained against the delicate lace bra she was wearing, her nipples clearly visible through the white lace. With her dripping wet cunt driving her, she turned to face Rachel and reached up under her skirt, grasping her lace g string and slowly pulling it down her legs till it pooled on the floor. Krystal immediately felt cool air up her legs, and that air touched her fevered pussy, but it did not tame the fire, the feel of air fanned her arousal even higher. Krystal then turned her back on Rachel, and bent over showing her soft sweet cunt, then slowly collapsed till she was sitting on Rachel's lap. Reaching around for Rachel's hands she guided them to the clasp of her bra. Rachel quickly got the message and unsnapped the clasp, but Krystal quickly gathered it and then once again grabbed Rachel's hands guided them in front of her and slid them slowly up under the bra so Rachel was now cupping the underside of her large perfectly formed breasts.

Krystal luxuriated in the feel of Rachel's warm hands on her tits, before pushing them away and stood again, making sure she bent to show her dripping wet cunt as she stood. Krystal's cunt was sending messages to her brain begging for some attention, so she turned and sat, aping Rachel by spreading her legs as wide as they could go. She felt so open and as she looked at Rachel's face she could see the lust and desire there. She lay back and then ran a finger across the shaved mound of her cunt, and slid her finger down between the lips of her cunt, first feeling the bump of her engorged clit and finally, thankfully sliding in to her cunt.

Krystal then heard Rachel moan and she began to fuck herself with that finger. She was so wet from desire that she quickly slid another finger inside herself, and began to assault her own cunt, pulling her fingers out almost until the came out of her, then quickly pushing themback in. Krystal was acutely aware of Rachel wathcing her, and the thought drove her on and on. Krystal was still greedy for pleasure so she slid her free hand under the hand fucking herself, and placed a finger on her clit. She attacked that little nub, rubbing furiously until she was racked with a massive orgasm. She could not stop and kept jamming her fingers in her cunt as her clit was savaged by her other hand. As she slowed down to stop, she became aware of the desire in Rachel's moaning, and at that moment felt her wet hole stretch a little wider, and as she looked up in surprise shje noticed that Rachel was now kneeling in front of her open legs and had slid a finger in next to Krystal's. Rachel slowly worked the finger in and out covering it with Krystal's juices, then pulled them out and slowly licked them clean. 

"Was that okay Rach." 

Rachel replied "I have to tellyou how good you taste sweetie, My god that was the most intense thing I have every seen baby." 

Krystal replied "I am glad I did it, I think I could get to like this, I loved the feeling of someone watching me, its just so nasty and it made my orgasm unbelievable."

Rachel replied "Well girl if you ever want to do it again then just call, but I have a feeling that we might be doing this more regularly. What are you going to do now?" 

Krystal replied "I love being on display girlfriend, and the orgasm was spectacular, but I need a cock, and I need one badly. I am going to ring Jeff and make him come home, then I am going to show him what I just learnt. How about you?"

"I am miles ahead of you Krystal, Wayne can expect a call as soon as I get back next door, but do me a favour and let me know how you went baby." 

"You bet Rachel as soon as I can, we can swap stories about how surprised our boys were to get called home for a good fuck." Rachel stood up and slowly got dressed and Krystal walked her to the door, 

"What about you Krys, no clothes?" 

Krystal replied "I don't want anything to slow me down Rachel, I think I will stay naked and let Jeff see me fucking myself when he walks in the door." 

"Go you good thing, I think you have turned into a bit a sex machine and I think that's great, bye now doll." Rachel then walked out the door, and Krystal nearly ran to the phone, oh was Jeff in for a surprise.