0 comments/ 23627 views/ 5 favorites Lunch Break By: celticlass This story is dedicated to one of my best friends, Jim. Thank you for some wonderful lunch hours, both now and to come. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ We've been friends for ages. Well, it's seemed like ages, when in reality, it hasn't been but about two-and-a-half years. Weekly lunches, chats, emails, phone calls... Celebrating good times. Mourning over bad. Venting about work. Enjoying off times. All of it has gone in to making a rich friendship that, like good soap, just gets better, more mellow and longer-lasting with the passage of time. It's hard to remember there was a time when he wasn't in my life. James had found me online and revealed he was local. A couple of weeks later, he found me in person, successfully seeking me out at a craft market. (That evening I took that information off my website. I mean, I'd gotten lucky with James, but there are some crazies out there.) The first meeting was pleasant, ending with a hug. I was nervous; he was sweet. I remember thinking, He looks darker in his pictures. Beautiful blue eyes sparkled behind burgundy-framed glasses. A shock of sandy blond hair – now bearing subtle hints of grey a few years later – capped his head. He was tall and, well, geeky. But sexy geeky. After all, how many geeks ride a red and black Harley? This sexy geek also came with long denim-clad legs and an ass that frankly made me envy his bike. As I said, I'd gotten lucky. It didn't hurt that I'm a bit geeky myself, as well as having a thing for motorcycles. Standing together, we look rather like Mutt and Jeff. Standing at 6'2", James dwarfs my 5'3" frame. He's light to my darker coloring. He's a complete math and computer whiz whereas I can rip apart and analyze the written or spoken word in a matter of moments, but have to have his help to create formulas. He's ultra laid-back; I'm rather obsessive. Our most obvious point of similarity is our shared enjoyment of eroticism. Yet, we can talk for hours about anything and everything, not just sex and erotic literature. Our friendship had been moving along very well for years. After my most recent breakup, James had suggested helpfully that I needed some new cock to get over the old. Even through digital print as his words scrolled across the screen in the instant messaging window, I could hear the hope in his words: "I want to be that new cock." I disappointed and flattered him when I agreed it was a good idea, but stated, without him ever having asked, that he couldn't be the new cock. The frowning emoticon told me I'd guessed what was on his mind. I didn't want him as my new cock, because new cocks eventually become old cocks, and no way did I ever not want him to be a part of my life; he's just too good a friend. A series of shocks ripped through James's life soon after that. He found out his ex-wife was moving out-of-state and taking their children with her. His girlfriend of three years dumped him. Then, a few weeks ago, he got the word that his ex-girlfriend had tried to kill herself. He needed a place where he could just be, could just talk and emote however would be most helpful. Our usual lunch spot was out; I sensed he wouldn't be comfortable expressing himself most freely there. So I invited him over for lunch. He arrived early, catching me in the middle of putting my makeup on. In all the years we'd been friends, he'd never seen me that natural before. As I opened the door to him, something shifted, changing a dynamic that had been stable for months into something new and potent. He closed and locked the door, his very presence filling the tiny entry way. He reached out to hug me, but the dark storm lurking behind his enchanting blue eyes warned me that this would be different. Trustingly I went into his arms, not knowing what would happen, what portent the storm bore, but certain that James would never hurt me. As we hugged, I looked up at him, and that was all the invitation he needed. As his lips met mine, the storm surged around us, pummeling us with heat and fury. Tongues, mouths, hands... Every touch brought a sigh of surrender, a growl of conquest. Fingers tunneled through hair, grasping and pulling, claiming kiss after kiss. Standing on tip-toes, my body was pressed fully against his, and the evidence of his arousal behind the fly of his jeans ground into the softness hidden behind my linen pants. We broke apart, stunned by what we'd just shared. Years we'd been together and neither of us had ever imagined that passion that hot ran between us. He went over to my computer and began working on debugging a problem while I fixed lunch. My hands trembled as I plated our food. Yet, I couldn't help but be struck at the domesticity of the scene. Lunch wound down and we sat on the floor, looking out at the colorful riot of flowers and verdant green trees in the back of my townhouse as we talked softly, not wanting to intrude on the fragile peace of the moment. After a while, we both knew he had to get up and return to work, either on my computer problem or for his real boss. Our eyes caught and held. Edging towards me, James said, "You are beautiful." We kissed again, yet this time we could take it further. Hands and mouths were free to explore warm, bare skin. Clothes were left in a pile on the floor as we tangled together, savoring that first feel of each other's naked body. My fingers found his golden nipples hidden among the light sworls of hair on his chest. My teeth nipped at it and my tongue laved it as my hand caressed down his body, over his belly, until I found his turgid length lying against his hip. My questing hand wrapped around it, eliciting a moan from James. I hadn't really looked at it as he was getting undressed, hadn't really been paying attention. But now, as my small hand struggled to encircle his girth, my head jerked up from where I'd been teasing his nipples and looked with awe at the treasure I'd discovered. "Holy shit! You are thick! I had no idea!" James raised his head long enough to give me a saucy smile. "I'm glad you approve." "Oh, I definitely do," I replied as my mouth lowered for a taste. A dew drop of precome glistened on the tip and as I took that first lick, I was struck my how familiar, yet, how new his flavor was to me. My mouth enveloped him, testing the size and the fit, glorying in the taste and smell of his musk. "I've fantasized about doing this for you for a long time, honey." "Will I get to watch you swallow?" "Uh huh," I replied around his length. I worked his cock with my hand and mouth, stroking up from the bottom as I drew deeply on James's tumescence. His hand found mine and our fingers interlaced as I pleasured his cock, creating a new kind of intimacy. I could feel his legs begin to tremble as his orgasm approached, and finally my efforts were rewarded with the erotic taste of his hot come in my mouth. I crawled back up his body, wanting to share his taste with him in a kiss. As his hands roamed over me, kneading and caressing my full breasts, tantalizing me to new heights, his whispered words sent delicious shivers down my spine, "Do you want to be licked?" With a cheeky smile I responded, "Like you have to ask? I never turn down oral." As James situated himself between my legs, his mouth found my throbbing clit, gently sucking on it and giving it the occasional nibble. My back arched up off the floor and our fingers interlocked as he drove me ever closer to my peak. "You do that very well," I said (understatement of the year). A soft chuckle against my center was his only response. Suddenly my entire body tensed as my orgasm swept over me, my hips bucking against his mouth as our hands tightened together. At long last I floated down while he just sat back on his heels and watched me, listening to my contented sighs and admiring the post-coital rapture on my face. He settled beside me to take me in his arms and kiss me, allowing me the erotic "after experience" of tasting myself and him combined. Eventually, duty's demands required he return to work. A few weeks passed, and our schedules didn't allow us the opportunity to meet for lunch. By the time we were able to get together, I was craving him. Each night I fell asleep remembering the taste of him in my mouth. I fantasized about how amazing his cock would feel inside me, the width stretching me and the succulent curve arching against my g-spot better than any vibrator ever could. His deep voice on the phone lit my nerves, causing delightful shivery sensations to slide down my spine before settling in my womb. Once I was asleep, James filled my dreams, each one leaving me aching and hotter than before. Once he was inside, I wasted no time in plastering my body to his and tilting his head down towards mine for a much longed for kiss. He tasted new and familiar all at once, and something in his kiss brought back the sweetness of teen romantic kisses when kissing was still novel. When we finally came up for air, he suggested we go ahead and go get lunch. I slipped my shoes on and grabbed my purse. "If it were possible to die from horniness, I'd be terminal," I quipped as I opened the door. James's hand slammed against the door above my head, closing it again. His other arm came around my waist as he began to nibble and bite my neck. "Is your life expectancy getting shorter?" he rasped in my ear, his warm breath tickling the swirl. "Mmm, yes." "How about now?" His hand found a breast and began to tease the nipple through my silk blouse and I could feel his hardness against my bum. "Oh, yes," I sighed, grinding against him. "Bet it's getting really short now." Long, agile fingers unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans while his other hand continued to torment my breast. I gasped as his fingers found my throbbing clit through my now damp thong. James gently pushed me until I was bending over at the waist. He pushed my jeans and panties down and told me to grab the doorknob. I heard the soft rasp as his zipper slid down. "And what about now?" he asked as his cock slid over my exposed cheeks. The air from the vent above us cooled the precome where it trailed against my skin. "Oh god, yes! I'm dying here!" I almost begged as I felt his member slipping between my cheeks. A pause at my virgin pucker made me wince (Surely not in my untrained ass!), but I relaxed again as his swollen head found my slit. Still he denied us both, resting his head just inside the opening, barely stretching me. I tried to rock back to take his length, but he held my hips steady, not letting me gain control. Finally, at long last he slid it home, burying his cock in my pussy all the way to the base, filling me fuller and deeper than I've ever experienced. With one hand I was holding the doorknob, and the other was bracing against the doorframe. Even as he pounded me, ramming his thick penis into my juicy cunt over and over again, I rode him just as hard, rocking backwards to meet every thrust. My calves were screaming from the torture as I stayed on my toes and my breasts were swaying inside my blouse, the soft material teasing the hard tips. His tight sac smacked my clit with every thrust until finally... "Oh god James! Oh fuck, yes! Come with me honey!" I felt his body tense behind me as mine went taut in that moment before exultant pleasure swamped us both. His hot come exploded inside of me as my cunny squeezed and milked his cock, claiming every bit of his essence as mine. I collapsed against the door, letting it bear my weight and his. His rapidly deflating member slowly slid out, dragging a trail of come with it. A solitary drop tickled as it made its way down the inside of my thigh. James held me close against him as we waited for our breathing to return to normal. After several long moments, he asked, "Shall we go to lunch now?" Lunch was a rather hurried affair; the chemistry still zapped between us, making each of us acutely aware of the other. There was the silent understanding that after lunch we'd be picking up where we'd left off. Returning to my place, we rushed inside, anxious to feel each other again. We kissed as we stumbled down the hall to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake. Naked and yearning, we fell together onto the bed, his weight welcome upon me. Of their own volition, my legs spread, cradling his hips between my soft thighs and granting his cock entrance into my channel, still wet from our earlier lovemaking. Even after the hard fucking he'd given me earlier, his thick member still stretched and filled me. And... Ohhh my! Long into many a night I'd fantasized about what his penis would feel like, how its curve would massage my g-spot perfectly. Even as good as my imagination is, nothing could have prepared me for the reality. My head spun with each thrust, the intensity of the sensation taking my breath. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I wrapped my legs around his flanks, meeting each thrust with the arch of my hips. Our fingers were interlocked and his eyes stared down into mine, shutting out everything but us in our own little microcosm of pleasure. His pubis ground against my throbbing clit, giving me that extra stimulation I was craving. With a gasp, a cry, a scream, I came, whimpering his name over and over. Yet still he kept on, plunging in and out of my hole, knowing he'd take me to another one. Again, his cock rubbed my g-spot, firing nerve endings throughout my body, all centered around my feminine core. I continued to ride him from my position beneath him, wanting him to share in this pleasure and yearning to feel his hot come exploding inside me. Panting, gasping, crying, whimpering... I kept riding the intense sensations of James's lovemaking. As they built, I was begging for release again, but he maintained the same rhythm, meant only to drive me to a fathomless, mindless ecstasy. I was nearly there. Then he stopped. He released my hands long enough to reach into the drawer in the bedside table and pull out my large butt plug. My juices, now flowing copiously from our lovemaking, provided plenty of lubrication as he slid the thick toy into my bum hole. With it securely in place and set to a seductive speed, James once more took my hands and continued his thrusts. Once more the pleasure built, though this time it was higher and more intense than it'd been before. We released each other's hands, James to pinch my nipples and me to hold on to him as I rode out the ecstasy. His thrusts started coming harder and faster. He ground his pubic bone against mine, catching my clit in the middle, rubbing and pressing it hard. "Oh gawd! Fuck!" I panted out. Then the euphoria overtook me until I was out of my mind with it. I clawed, I bit, I scratched. I screamed, my passionate cries echoing off the vaulted ceiling. That's the last thing I remember. When I came to just a few moments later, James was up on one elbow, looking down at me and smiling. He pushed my hair back off my face as he said simply, "Beautiful." I said nothing with words, just looked up at him, a satisfied smile on my face, and ran my fingers through his thick hair. Vaguely I was aware of his deflated cock slipping out of me in a puddle of our juices and the plug still hummed in my back door, now feeling rather invasive and uncomfortable. I winced when I saw the damage I'd done. Red welts covered his back and chest, some of them oozing a little blood. Fingernail marks peppered his body, red quarter moons against his pale skin. A bite mark graced his left shoulder, a very dark hickey danced with the pulse at the base of his throat. I kissed him deeply before untangling myself from him and removing the plug. I went into the bathroom but came back a couple of minutes later with a warm washcloth and some balm for the scratches. I cleaned and doctored each love mark, helped him dress, kissed him good-bye and sent him back to work. There would, after all, be other lunch breaks. Lunch Break Excuse me sir, do you have the time? Would you like to accompany her on a sensual lunch break? * * * * * Click Here to listen. (8.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Lunch Break Outdoors with your lover. Recorded by request... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (10 min/mp3) * * * * * Lunch Break Most drivers hated the Seniors. You had to help them with their bags, they were slow getting in and out, and on too many occasions, they didn't tip. I figured it was the luck of the draw, and I might as well be pleasant. During the day shift, Seniors were a big portion of our riders, and why make yourself miserable about something you had no control over? It they tipped, fine. If not, at least they were pleased with the service, not complaining about the rudeness. There weren't many cabs, so you got to know the regulars. I could see the joy on some of their faces when they recognized me. And so it was today, rainy, dreary, basically an ugly day, when I got the call from the dispatcher. It was a pick-up at the mall, coming back into town. As I pulled up in front of JC Penny's, I recognized her right away. Her name was Ginnie, and she was more alive than most women half her age. She always had a smile, and when their eyes met, she beamed. "Oh, Harry! I was hoping I'd get you." Jumping from the car and opening the rear door for her, I smiled, Hi, Ginnie, how are you?" "Fine, Dear, just fine...do you mind if I ride up front with you? I feel like Miss Daisy, riding back there alone." "Well, I guess so, but you have to wear your seat belt." "That's fine, Dear, just give me a hand with it." I loaded her packages in the trunk as she slid in, then I reached in, from outside, across her, pulling the belt around her, and she said, "I hate to be such a bother." "You? You're no bother, you're my favorite customer! I wish everyone was as pleasant as you." "Oh Thank you, Dear, and you're my favorite driver, by far! Most guys hate us older people, one man even told me 'I know you won't tip, so why should I be nice?' Can you believe that?" I could believe it, easily. The drive took about 15 minutes and we chatted, familiarly. Although Ginnie was in her 70's, she wasn't frail like most of the seniors. In fact, she was slightly plump. She had blue eyes that seemed to burst with life. I wondered what she was like at my age, and decided she would have been gorgeous. As we drove, the dispatcher called and said I could take my break after this fare. Ginnie heard this and said, "Oh, good, you can give me a hand with my bags." Inside, I placed the bags and turned to find Ginnie right behind me. "You're tall! My late husband was about your height, and build. It's amazing how much you resemble him." Her bedroom eyes got misty and Harry felt a great attraction to her. She looked up at him. "You must think I'm a silly old lady." "Not at all, I think he was a lucky man to be your husband." Her hand was on my chest, and I could a heat travel through us. "Would you like to make an old woman very happy, Honey?" "Of course." Her arms went around my waist and she held on, burying her face in my chest. "Hmm, that feels nice, Honey." Her body blended into mine, and I felt myself swelling, and I wondered if she felt it too. My arms were around her shoulders, and we stood there, swaying slightly. "I could get used to this, again, Harry. That smell!" "You smell good, too," I heard myself say, as my hips moved against her belly. "Harry? Is that because of me? Did I give you a Bone?" as she swayed, looking up at me now. I blushed. This old woman was 70 and me 36. What was I doing? What if she reports me? What the fuck? "I'm...I'm sorry, I don't know what happened," releasing my hug, but she held on, smiling, her eyes two blue flames. "Don't be silly, Baby, it's nice to know I can still cause those things, it's been 15 years since Norm died. A long time." Her hand slid between us as she talked, finally resting on my boner. "We better take care of this so you can go back to work, huh?" I just nodded, in a fog, as she expertly worked my zipper, her small hands digging inside and clasping my cock as my hands automatically began massaging her soft tits. "Yes, Baby, Mommy knows what her good boy needs, doesn't she?" she cooed. "her handsome boy loves his Mommy so much, right, Baby?" My cock was out now, fully grown to six inches and she stroked it, looking down at it, telling me it was beautiful. I bent her head back and covered her mouth with mine, and our tongues met and she moaned as she jerked my cock. I was observing this ,as if from the outside. My hands acted on their own, opening her blouse, unhooking her bra from behind as her tits tumbled out, heavy, sagging, but with nipples that were electric. I bent my head to suckle them and she moaned again, saying she needed to sit. We were on the couch now, and she pressed me back, then slid down and held my cock to her face. "So long, it's been so long, Baby," as she bent to kiss it, then licked the tip. "Oh Ginnie, I gotta fuck you," I heard myself say. "Will you, Baby? Will you fuck me? I want you inside me, Baby, please fuck me!" I laid her back and got her slacks open and tugged them down, with her white cotton panties, and she rolled her head, urging me on. "Yes, baby, I want that bone! Give me your bone!" I spread her legs, and hovered in front of her, my eyes taking in her wrinkles and bush and knew I shouldn't but we both wanted it. Her pubic hair glistened as my cock dipped in, and she shivered and spoke loudly. "Yes, Baby! Put it in me, make me feel you in me baby!" Driven by her words, I pressed onward and she accepted me, my cock riding down into her hot hole, even after all these years. She let out a guttural call as I began moving. I was afraid I may hurt her, but the cock had taken over. Had she been frail, I may have hurt her, but she was sturdy under me, matching my thrusts, screaming and biting, telling me to fuck her faster, harder. "I'm...gonna...cum...unghhh!", she yelled between thrusts then held on tightly to me as her body spasmed and I released at the sound, and the rush of cum passed between us in a fit of excitement. "Oh Baby! You made Mommy feel so good, Baby. I can't tell you how good....oh baby!" I went back to work in a fog, still unsure about my actions. Did I take advantage? Did she have regrets? My shift ended and the dispatcher handed me a phone message. No name or phone number. Just "Still full from lunch, let's do it again, sometime." Lunch Break Gabrielle sighed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. At 26, she looked pretty good for her age, especially after having her son a few years back. A strand of long, wavy brown hair fell across her eyes. Tucking it back behind her ear, she stepped back to get a full view of herself. She had a cute face with blue-green eyes, a few freckles sprinkled across her button nose, and a pearly white girl-next-door smile. Her skin was normally pretty fair but since starting her new job she had had the whole summer to lay out and develop a nice, golden tan. Only 5'3" but 135 pounds, she was a little thick for her height but couldn't seem to lose the extra 15 lbs from her pregnancy. However, most of it seemed to be stored in her chest. Her breasts had began developing at a young age and she was always somewhat self-conscious about their size. At 40DD, they were a full cup size larger then before her pregnancy and with her waist and hips measuring 26'' and 37'' respectively, her hourglass figure was impossible not to notice. She tried to downplay her stunning body by mostly wearing jeans and T-shirts. Besides, she was married and had a young son so she felt it wasn't appropriate to dress very sexy anymore. Not that her husband would notice either way. He was a new resident doctor at the large hospital downtown and all he did was work. When he was on-call, he would even stay the night at the hospital in one of the staff rooms they kept for that purpose. Gabrielle knew that it was all part of the job and eventually he would be able to be home with her and their son more but it seemed a long way off. The family had moved into the city in the spring so he could begin his residency. They had left their quiet suburban home and friends to be closer to his work. Gabrielle had been a nurse in the small county hospital but she felt that with her husband's long hours at work she needed a job where she could still be home with her son in the evenings and weekends. Conveniently there was a position open for a school nurse at one of the inner-city high schools, hence the nice summer break to work on her tan. Unfortunately, the location of the school was in a gang-related, crime-filled part of town where being white was the minority. However, the school was slowly making a difference in the community. The recently hired principal had made school uniforms mandatory, which seemed to be working to deter the gang-related violence they had been experiencing. The faculty and staff were also required to wear uniforms now and this was the apprehension Gabrielle was feeling that morning. Hers was the standard white nurses dress complete with stockings and cap. She had decided to buy white thigh-high stockings with a garter belt instead of the full length variety, which seemed like they would be itchy and uncomfortable. Looking in the mirror now, Gabriella was questioning her decision. The dress was tailored to hug her every curve. Fitting snugly across her large chest, she even had to undo a few buttons to be able to breathe easier but was now showing a slight amount of cleavage. If she bent forward, one would get a nice view of her generous tits stuffed into her lacy white bra. At the same time, if one was standing behind her, they would get a great look at her luscious ass leading down to her tan, shapely thighs encased by the sheer white stockings mid-way up her thigh. Turning this way and that in the mirror, she decided that as long as she remained standing upright, the dress would fall at a level where you couldn't see the top of the stockings being held up by garter straps and you also couldn't see down the front of her dress unless you were quite a bit taller. It would have to do for today at least. Tonight after work she decided she would have to go buy the full coverage pantyhose and this weekend she could take the dress in to get altered. She felt the uniform was much too provocative to be worn like that on a normal basis. She didn't want to attract the wrong kind of attention in that neighborhood. She arrived at the school early, parking in the secured, private lot for the staff. "That's a relief," she thought to herself, wondering on the drive there if she should have taken a bus rather then leave her car unattended somewhere. She waved hello to a few of the teachers she had met during the weeks prior to school starting as they were getting their rooms and offices ready for the fall. She felt her face grow hot as she heard a faint, low whistle coming from the direction of the basketball coaches. She glanced over her shoulder as she walked up the stairs to the school. They were a few paces behind her and staring intently at her. Noticing her look, one of the men smiled and nudged the other man with his elbow. They were tall, broad shouldered, and well muscled. Both had dark, ebony skin, full, thick lips that stretched around wide toothy grins. They were young, handsome and looked good-natured as they both smiled up at Gabrielle. They could be brothers, as much as they looked alike. She felt her stomach flutter as she realized they obviously had been checking her out. "Hi," one man said, stretching out his big, strong hand to her. "I'm Jamarcus and this is my brother, Xavier. We coach basketball here. You must be the new school nurse," he said, smiling at her still. His eyes were deep, chocolate brown and Gabriella found herself getting lost staring into them. "Oh, h-hi! Yeah, I just started here, obviously. My n-name is G-Gabrielle," she managed to stammer out at last. She was embarrassed to find that she had been staring at the crotch of Jamarcus's athletic pants. She couldn't help but notice the outline of his semi-hard penis through the thin material and what she saw was unbelievable! It looked twice the size of her husband's and probably twice as thick. Not that her husband was small; he was probably about average as far as penis size went. He had always left her satisfied for the most part, but ever since he had started his new job it had been months since they had had sex. Obviously, this had left Gabrielle with many pent up frustrations that she tried to relieve herself. She would find herself using the long attachment in to shower to get off. It actually felt pretty amazing when the shower head was turned to "pulse" and aimed right at her clit. However, it had been so long since she had felt a man inside her. This had left her burning with desire. She was a faithful wife though, and she had to shake her head a little to come back to her senses. "So you guys are brothers?" she asked, smiling back, flashing her dimples at the pair, trying to get her mind of of the growing bulge in Jamarcus's pants. "Yeah. He's the little one though and that's why he's my assistant," Xavier said, laughing. Gabrielle turned to look at him and found her eyes wander down to his groin where she could again see the outline of a monstrous cock through the silky material of his basketball shorts. It was even bigger then Jamarcus's! Her jaw dropped and she again felt her face flush with heat. Jamarcus and Xavier exchanged knowing glances and grinned. "Well, it was nice to meet you Gabrielle. i'm sure we'll be seeing you around plenty. These players seem to have a knack for injuries around here. Good thing they have a nurse like you to take care of them," Xavier said, taking a step closer and staring deep into her big doe-eyes. His presence was so overwhelmingly masculine, with his well defined muscles and his 6'2" frame. She took a deep breath and trembled, looking everywhere but at his crotch which was almost directly in her face. Jamarcus leaned down and making her tingle all over as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear whispered, "With a nurse like you around, I'm sure you won't get much relief at all. They'll be lining up outside your office." Gabrielle trembled at his touch. She could feel his warm breath on her neck as he leaned in close. She could feel the hardness of his enormous package pressed up against the side of her hip. She let out a small "Oh" as her eyelids fluttered and she tried to get a grip on herself. What had gotten into her? She felt herself staring longingly after the brothers as they sauntered up the hallway toward the gym and she craved their attention again. Gabrielle had never been with a black man before. She sometimes had fantasies though, in her moments in the shower, of a big, strong, black man sliding a huge, 10 inch cock inside her tight little pussy. She knew the rumors about how well hung black men were and she also knew they liked girls a little thicker, like her size 8 with big tits, wide hips, and plump ass. Her husband had made a comment about her shape since having the baby, and she felt that was part of the reason he didn't mind working such long hours. He wasn't attracted to her like before so if he stayed busy with work it was a built in excuse. Gabrielle hurried to her office and shut the door. Hot and flushed with desire, she sank down onto the small cot. She spread her legs apart and slowly moved her hand up her thigh, pausing for a second to feel where the sheer fabric of her nylons ended and her soft flesh began. Moaning softly she slid her hand up higher and higher until she felt the wetness of her panties. "Oh my God," she thought, "I'm soaked over just the thought of these two men taking over me and giving me the fucking I've been needing so bad. How am I supposed to concentrate like this?" She began stroking her pussy, getting her fingers wet with her juices. Sliding her thumb up towards her clit she began to rub it in a circular motion as she slid a finger deep inside her pussy. She laid back on the cot and began working her fingers furiously over her sweet little honey pot, bringing herself to climax right there in the nurses office. Sitting up slowly, she sighed. That orgasm hadn't been enough to fully extinguish her lust over the two handsome, black coaches. She thought that the day should go by without incident, being the first day and all. It would be quiet and she wouldn't have any more occasion to be horny. As long as that was the case, she just had to get through the day and hope the shower head tonight would make her more satisfied. She already knew her husband was on-call and therefore wouldn't be home to help get her off properly. The morning went by without incident though, and Gabrielle had been so absorbed in her work that she didn't hear the knock on her office door. "Knock knock," spoke a deep voice. Gabrielle looked up, startled. It was Jamarcus. "Oh, hey!" she exclaimed, surprised to see him. "What can I do for you?" she asked, somewhat puzzled by his presence. She could sense herself becoming aroused again and felt her nipples harden at the sight of him. Jamarcus could see her nipples poking through the stiff fabric of her dress but he pretended not to notice. He licked his lips subconsciously. He walked over to the desk where Gabrielle remained seated. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him through heavy lashes. Looking down at her, he had the perfect view of her large, gorgeous tits spilling out of her bra, barely contained by the buttons on her her dress. The bottom hem of her dress had ridden up so that there was a sufficient amount of her bronze thighs showing, contrasting with the white of her stockings and dress. He instantly became hard at the sight of her. She looked up at him expectantly, her lips glistening from where she had licked them. She had tried to forget about him and his brother, but here he was in her office. And once again she could see the large bulge in this pants, straining against the fabric. It made her moan softly with desire. She began spreading her legs open wider, not even realizing she was doing it. Jamarcus smiled. "Well it's lunch time and since you decided not to come join the rest of us in the staff break room, I figured you were either being anti-social or you lost track of time." Gabrielle looked at her watch. "Jeeze, I guess I lost track of time. Do I still have time to run down to get something to eat?" "Oh yeah, lunch just started but don't worry about food. Xavier figured he would just grab some pizza to bring up here to share," Jamarcus said, turning away from her to look back towards the door. Gabrielle looked towards the door as well. "That's really not necessary. I mean, I can just go grab something really fast. That's really nice of you guys to offer, but I can't. I mean, thank you but I just...think..." she trailed away as she caught site of Xavier making his way down the hallway with a pizza box in his hands. "Well I guess it would be ok," she murmured, standing up to get some paper towels. Jamarcus winked at Xavier as he came into the room. He set the pizza down on the desk and smiled over at Gabrielle as she worked to clear a space for her two guests. He let his eyes rest on her luscious backside as she bent down to find some paper plates on a low shelf. He too started to get hard at the amazing specimen of woman in front of him. At 24, he had had his fair share of women, but he could tell that this one was something special. Jamarcus, being 22, had less experience then his brother but he knew as well what a prize they had in their presence. An apple ripe for the picking. With a nod from Xavier, Jamarcus turned around and pushed the lock on the door quietly. Gabrielle was distracted with getting her pizza and Xavier was making small talk with her, so she didn't notice. Xavier had taken her chair at the desk, so Gabrielle resigned to sitting on the cot where she had played with her pussy earlier to the images of being fucked by the same two men in her room now. She could feel herself becoming wet with the memory of it. Jamarcus came and sat down next to her on the cot, his thigh pressing against hers. She felt a shiver run down her spine and she drew in her breath. She glanced over at him again and he just smiled. Xavier sat directly across from them in the chair, swiveling it back and forth. The brothers kept her laughing with jokes and seemed eager to know more about her. She already felt at ease by the time Jamarcus had reached around and started to rub her neck and shoulders. "Oh!" Gabrielle exclaimed, looking back at Jamarcus. He smiled down at her again. "You seem really tense today. I know you're probably stressed being in a new place and all. We just want to make sure you're comfortable here," he explained. His deft fingers swept up her neck and down her shoulders. She had been really tense, with the move and all. Besides the fact that she hadn't really had a proper orgasm in months. She allowed herself to lean back into Jamarcus's strong hands as they stroked and massaged their way up and down her back and arms. Her eyes were closed as she felt her foot being lifted up into the lap of Xavier. She briefly opened them as he began removing the shoe from her foot. She purred with pleasure and closed her eyes again as he began rubbing her foot and leg, his strong hands kneading at the muscles in her stockinged calf. She felt him slowly work his way up her leg, massaging her thigh through the stocking. From where he sat, he had a perfect view up her dress and he smiled to see the wet spot forming on Gabrielle's silky white panties. She let out another low moan and arched her back toward Jamarcus. He was working on her lower back now and had began to massage the top of her voluptuous ass. Being massaged by these two sexy black men was starting to make Gabrielle drunk with lust. She knew she would have to stop them soon before things got too far but it felt so good to be the object of these men's attention. It had been so long since she had felt the touch from any man and this was hard to resist. "Besides", she rationed, "we are all at work and they know I'm married. They may be a little flirty, but nothing's going to happen." Jamarcus had worked his way back up to her shoulders now. He let his hand slip and brush against her large breast. Gabrielle gasped, but to her surprise she pushed her tits out even farther, hoping for it to happen again. Her eyes were still closed as Jamarcus grinned over at his brother. They both knew it was only a matter of time before she would be begging for their big, black cocks. Xavier had started on the other leg and was now working on her thigh. He had yet to go further up her leg then what was covered with her stocking but with her wet panties clinging to her pussy lips staring him right in the face, he decided it was ok to move to the soft, tanned skin of her inner thigh. "Mmmmm," Gabrielle moaned, sliding her hips forward, closer to Xavier. This made her lay back farther against Jamarcus's broad, muscled chest. He was now unable to rub her back but it pleased him to see that her dress had slid up a little more when she shifted towards Xavier. He could now see her soaking wet panties peeking out from under the hem of her dress. He licked his lips again and began to rub the top of her chest, right above her breasts. Her chest was heaving as Xavier kept rubbing her thighs. He was so close to her dripping cunt, she wondered if he could smell her juices. She decided that she had better stop them where they were before she got too worked up. She already knew tonight was going to be full of her furiously playing with herself in an attempt to release the day's pent up sexual tension. She had just opened her mouth to let them know it was time to stop when she felt it. Xavier's thick, black finger slid up the front of her panties, feeling the wetness of her slit. Her eyes fluttered open and she jerked her head up. She looked down at Xavier. He was down on his knees now and she was straddling his body between her legs. Looking right in her eyes, he again proceeded to stroke his finger on the outside of her sopping wet panties. This time, he let his thumb press against her clit, which was now hardened from her desire. "Oooooh," she moaned, involuntarily, tipping her head back against Jamarcus's chest again. She arched her hips up toward Xavier, silently begging for him to ravage her. Jamarcus gently but firmly held her by her shoulders and he leaned over her, finding her lips with his. Gabrielle opened her eyes again at his kiss, but then sighed with resign. She knew she wanted to be fucked by both of these men so bad and it had reached the point of no return. Her horniness had evolved to a new level and she knew that no amount of playing with herself would take care of her need. Hell, even her husband wouldn't compare to these young, black studs she had so willing to please her. She gave in to her fantasy. She reached up and pulled Jamarcus's head closer to hers, slipping her tongue in-between his lips. His tongue met hers and they began swirling around feverishly. He reached down and began to unbutton her dress more. Her huge tits were right in his face now and he could see her nipples straining against the lacy fabric of her bra. He cupped one breast in his hand and began to tweak her nipple through her bra. Meanwhile, Xavier had proceeded to push her panties to the side and was openly exploring her box with his fingers. He lifted them to his mouth so he could taste her sweet juices. Gabrielle reached down between her legs and found Xavier's head. She lifted her knees up and pulled his face into her warm, wet cunt, wrapping her legs over his shoulders. He eagerly began licking and sucking on her hairless pussy. He continued to stroke her clit back and forth with his thumb while he inserted his middle finger deep inside her. Gabrielle moaned with pleasure in Jamarcus's mouth, while his brother pleased her pussy with his hands and mouth. Jamarcus slid out from behind Gabrielle and gently laid her back all the way onto the cot. He finished unbuttoning her dress the rest of the way and let it fall back from her body. Her tits were full and heavy, still confined inside the bra. He ran his hands up and down and squeezed them. They were much bigger then a handful, even with his large, black hands. He ran his hands around underneath her back and found the clasp to her bra. He quickly unhooked it and pulled it away from her, letting her ample breasts swing free. Her rosy pink areolas were large and round and her nipples were big and stuck out prominently. Jamarcus slipped one into his mouth and flicked her nipple with his tongue. She shivered in ecstasy. Lunch Break Xavier stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. His stomach looked like it was carved from granite and the muscles in his arms rippled as he threw the shirt down. He grabbed the top of his basketball shorts and gave them a tug. Gabrielle gasped as she saw his cock swing free. It was massive, probably close to a foot long and about 2 1/2 inches thick. She spread her legs open further, knowing that his huge member was gonna stretch her wider then she'd ever been. She trembled in anticipation. Meanwhile, Jamarcus had kneeled down next to her head. His dick was out too and he was stroking it while pinching her nipples. While it wasn't quite as big as Xavier's, it was monstrous nonetheless at 10 inches long and 2 inches thick. She looked up into his handsome face and opened her mouth to him. "I want to suck your dick, baby," she begged him, "Please! I want it so bad." She looked down at Xavier as he ran the head of his cock up and down her juicy wet slit and moaned, "Put it in me, baby. I need my pussy filled with your big, black dick!" So the two brothers gave her what she wanted. Jamarcus lifted up her head and with his other hand began to feed her his dick. She slurped the head long and hard, sucking with fervor. She licked all up and down the sides of it. She kissed and sucked his huge balls, moaning with pleasure. He guided her mouth back to the head and she proceeded to slowly fill her mouth with his cock. It slid all the way to the back of her throat but it was only halfway in. She paused and let her throat relax so she could accommodate his large dick all the way into her mouth. Jamarcus groaned as he felt her nose against his pubic hair. "Damn, woman. You suck a mean dick," he grunted as she began working her mouth up and down his cock. Her pretty pink lips were stretched wide around his shaft. "Mmmm," she moaned with her mouth full of his black cock. Xavier was poised at the entrance to her pussy, stroking his meat up and down the slippery opening. He waited for her to get Jamarcus's dick down her throat before he began to slide his massive member into her hot, wet snatch. His black skin contrasting with her white. Her pink pussy lips wrapped around his rock hard, ebony cock. "Oh shit! You're so tight!" Xavier gasped as he struggled to push his monster into her tiny little cunt hole. Gabrielle lifted her legs and wrapped her stocking clad thighs around his ass, pulling him closer. Xavier groaned as he continued to work his cock inside. Finally, he was buried to the hilt. His balls were resting on her ass. He began pumping up and down, while she continued to keep her legs wrapped around him. She could hear the smack of his balls against her ass and it was making her even hotter! She ground her pussy onto his dick, trying to pull him in even further. The whole time, she managed to keep Jamarcus's cock in her mouth. Slurping and sucking, she knew he was close to cuming. Xavier continued to pound her pussy, as sweat poured down his face. She was in heaven. She could feel her orgasm begin to build as Xavier moved his hand down and found her clit again. He was rubbing it furiously as he kept slamming his giant black cock into her tight, pink pussy. Jamarcus was pinching and squeezing her nipples as she swirled her tongue around the head of his shaft. That was all it took before Gabrielle felt the first blast of cum hit her throat. She greedily swallowed down wave after wave of his hot, sticky cum. She felt it dribble out the side of her mouth and she scooped it up with her fingers to feed to her hungry mouth. She couldn't get enough of his hot, black seed. Gabrielle began to moan and tremble as she felt her body tighten up. She was on the verge of the biggest orgasm she'd ever had. She arched her hips up to meet with Xavier's thrusts. She grabbed his ass and pulled him into her. "Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard! Make me cum with your big, black dick!" she screamed. Gabrielle felt her body release and she had the most earth-shattering orgasm ever. Her pussy clamped even tighter around Xavier's shaft as she came. This was too much for Xavier, and he proceeded to fill her cunt up with his hot, black cum. Gabrielle could feel his dick squirt load after load deep inside her quivering pussy. The three of them laid there, catching their breath and regaining their senses. Gabrielle looked to her right and saw Xavier rubbing his sexy abs. She looked to her left and watched Jamarcus stroke his cock, still semi-hard. She laid back and smiled. This was going to be the best job ever. Lunch Break Special thanks to sheanna23 for editing this story. * We walked through the door, getting home from a long night at work. Something was up, that was for sure, my wife Jenny had been acting giddy all night and now she was pushing me backward through the house toward the bedroom while making out with me with the fire and intensity like when we were 16. I hit the bed backward and she came down over me breaking our kiss. She begun kissing and nibbling on my neck as she yanked my shirt from my body. She tugged on one of my ears with her teeth then in a whisper right in my ear she demanded that I eat her pussy "NOW" in the most seductive and dominating tone I ever heard from her. As she moved up my body to position her pussy over my face I reached up her skirt to remove her panties and that's when I got my first surprise, she wasn't wearing any! Without giving me a chance to think about it she positioned her glistening wet pussy right over my mouth then in a demanding tone says "You're to lick my pussy dry!" then she pressed her pussy down hard against my face and I shoved my tongue through her slit and used it to explore her gaping wet hole, causing her to shudder hard. And that was when I found I found my next surprise, she was way too wet for the small amount of foreplay that had taken place, not only that but she was way too thick and creamy for the fluid to only be hers. Before I could think much into it though she grabbed the back of my head with both hands, and shoved my face in hard and begged "Puuuullllleaseee baby!!! Make me cuuuuummmmm!" All her begging drove me wild and knowing that at some point tonight she been fucked hard had my cock throbbing. I lapped up the flood of juices coming from her swollen pussy while eagerly working her clit with the tip of my tongue. In less than 3 minutes her body was shaking violently and her hands were pushing my face so hard to her pussy as she was grinding it like a cock. She came harder than I've seen in a long time and continued grinding my face until I sucked up ever last drop of fluid coming from her sweet pussy. As soon as I licked the last drop she was quick to drop between my legs and gave me the most intense blowjob of my life. Within a matter of minutes I was filling her mouth with cum and was shocked to see her swallowing mouthful after mouthful. She crawled back up my body and laid her head on my chest. In a matter of moments we both drifted off to sleep, very relaxed and without ever saying a word about what happened tonight. ******************************** "Okay, time you tell me what happened last night. You know the rules; I wanna hear all the details!" I said. "I know, but gimme a bit to go shower and freshen up from last night and then I'll tell you everything. Plus I wanna be fresh for you cause when you're done hearing it your gonna be needing quite a release!" and with that my wife hoped outta bed, kissed my cheek, and went running off to shower. I knew very little about last night. In fact all I knew was who she had sex with. But I couldn't really figure out when or how or where given the fact that her and I work together and we worked all night. I laid there in bed pondering it all while I waited for her to return. She returned a short while later wearing nothing except for my favorite pair of panties while holding a plump joint in one hand. She gave me a sexy li'l grin before hopping in bed, cuddling up to me and sparking the joint. ******************************* Her Story Okay babe, well I'm sure you're wondering when everything happened. Well since you had to take lunch early and since I wasn't really hungry I asked for a late lunch. So I ended up going at 11 last night. I clocked out and went to the break room; right as I sat down Larry poked in and asked if I wanted to get smoked out. Well you know that I never pass an opportunity for a smoke out plus I would never pass up a chance to hang out with and flirt with Larry. Ever since you told him about our open marriage and that I was interested in him he has seemed to be a bigger flirt even though he passed on the opportunity. I think you're right though, I think he was just afraid that you would get jealous if we did anything. Anyways, back to the story... So we got to his car and he drove around to the side of the building where we didn't risk getting caught. He turned off the car and then pulled out the joint from a plastic container that was hidden under the seat. As soon as he opened the container the stench filled the car. I couldn't wait to start smoking. Being one on one in his car like this had me slightly shy and nervous. Thoughts of what I'd like to do with him had a tremendous heat building between my legs. I could feel myself already becoming wet even though I was convinced nothing more than a simple smokeout was going to occur. Halfway into the high quality herb filled joint I started to relax as we continued to chat and playfully flirt. Though I was feeling more relaxed from the herb. the sexual tension between us was intensifying by the second. Just as Larry set the roach in the ashtray we looked at each other, made eye contact, and held the stare for a moment before both of us aggressively pressed our lips together and began to make out intensely. He griped the back of my neck tightly as our tongues explored each other's mouths. Without hesitation I reached to his pants and struggled to open them as fast as possible while maintaining our intimate kiss. I soon had his pants freed and his rock hard cock sprang to life. I broke our sensual kiss long enough to glance down at it and whisper a shocked "Oh my God!" while grasping it in my hand and begun stroking it softly. My pussy flooded with juices in anticipation of him being inside of it. His cock had to be at least 10 inches long and nice and thick! He had broke our kiss and had begun to nibble on my neck a bit as I continued to softly stroke his massive cock. I then leaned over, opened my mouth wide and slid my mouth down his thick cock and began to suck on it slow and as deep as I could. I continued to eagerly suck it for a few minutes but the damn gear shift kept getting in the way. Larry then gently pushed me backward off his cock and stuck his hand up my skirt and lightly felt the front of my super soaked silky panties. Then in a slightly dominating tone told me to climb in back. Without any hesitation I climbed between the seats and onto the back seat. He nearly plowed me over climbing in behind me. As soon as he was on the seat next to me I pulled his pants quickly from his body then pushed him back into a reclined position as I took him as deep into my mouth as possible. As I bobbed up and down on his long cock I tugged at his shirt signaling for him to get it off. He quickly yanked it from his body then used his hands on the back of my head to force me down harder and deeper with each downward motion my mouth made on his cock. He was careful not to hurt me and the aggressiveness was causing my pussy to throb. I needed him. I needed him really badly at that point. After sucking his cock a bit longer, with him continuing to force me down, he grabbed my head, pulled me up then gently laid me back into a reclined position. I felt his strong hands travel up my outer thighs and into my skirt to the waistband of my drenched teal silk thong and gripped the band tightly in his hands. Then without any warning or hesitation he quickly yanked on them ripping them from my body. Never before has a man just ripped my panties right off me and this along with his other aggressive acts had me on fire and ready to cum. As soon as he ripped them from me he tossed them down on his pants and leaned down between my legs, pushing my skirt to my waist and pulling my legs up over him so that my mound was suspended in the air just in front of his face and my legs were draped over his shoulders. There he was with his lips no more than an inch or so from my swollen, glistening, musky pussy. My breathing shallowed in anticipation of what he was about to do next. He then put his face within a hair of my moist mound and deeply inhaled that sweet, musky, intoxicating scent. He held it briefly before exhaling, opening his mouth wide and sealing his lips around my mound. His tongue worked its way slowly up and down my sensitive slit, keeping his lips sealed around my mound. He then parted my slit with his tongue and the tip of it quickly found my swollen clit. I let out a loud gasp as I lightly clawed at his arms and wrapped my legs tightly around the back of his head pulling his lips harder against my swollen pussy lips. The tip of his tongue continued, running light little circles around my clit driving me insane instantly. He continued this for only a few minutes, and I wasn't far from an enormous orgasm but I needed to feel him inside me and I knew we were running out of time. I unwrapped my legs and took his face in my hands, pulling him from my pussy, and looked him right in the eyes and in a whisper I begged "Larry, PLEASE fuck me! Please fill me with your hot seed!" Giving in to my pleas Larry grabbed my face back and kissed me forcefully and passionately as I struggled to get up and climb on his lap. He held my hips with his strong, muscular hands and lifted me so that my opening was hovering directly above the tip of his swollen member then he lowered me till his tip was just barely against my wet hole and held me there. I gasped out one final breathless "Please, I need you!" and with that he slammed my body down hard impaling me with his long, rock hard cock as hard and as deep as he could causing me to scream out in a high pitched squeal "OH FUCK!!!" He held me down hard on his cock for a minute while taking one of my tits in his hand and pulling it to his mouth. He sucked it lightly then bit down hard, right to the point where it hurt just enough in the exciting sort of way. He then released it from his mouth and we kissed hard before he took a hand to my neck and begun to choke me while using the grip to start slamming me up and down on his cock. It was the hottest thing I've ever experienced. I've never before been choked, never even considered it and yet there he was choking me and fucking me hard as fuck while doing so on the longest cock to ever enter me. And it was driving me insane! He continued slamming me up and down harder and faster. All I could do was hold on to the arm that was outstretched to my throat and use it for support. Within a matter of minutes I was ready to cum and I could feel his balls tighten and shaft swell and I knew he was ready too. I used what little control I had to slam my body weight down as he slammed me down forcing me down his shaft even harder. With our eyes locked I gasped out as much as I could through his choke-hold "Fill me.... Fill me up Larry..." I gripped his arm harder and begged and pleaded with him "PLEASE LARRY!!!! PLEASE fill me with you seed, CHOKE ME HARDER AND FILL ME NOW!!!!" and right then my pussy lips gripped his cock harder than they have ever gripped a cock before just as he squeezed my throat harder. I felt his cock shoot a massive load of his hot cum deep into my wanton hole. As soon as it hit I lost it and begun cumming harder than ever before as he continued to pump load after load of hot cum into me, filling my gaping hole to the point it was overflowing with our juices. We slowly eased to a stop as he removed the hold on my neck. We kissed passionately and embraced while we caught out breath. Just then we noticed we were going to be late from lunch if we didn't hurry up and we scrambled to get dressed. As Larry reached for his pants I saw him pickup my torn, wet panties, bring them to his nose and inhale deeply. He then looked at me and grinned and said "I think I'll keep these." Then he stuffed them in the pocket of his jeans. We rushed back inside just in time and got back to work. The whole rest the night I couldn't stop thinking about what happened, the steady stream of cum running down my leg didn't help and in fact kept my throbbing clit on fire. I wanted more of him and judging by the fact he couldn't stop glancing my way the rest of the night, he didn't get his fill either. When we left work I debated telling you about my lunch. In fact I came close many times, but as bad as I wanted to tell you I had a better idea, and it made me hot as hell to think of you eating every drop out of my cum filled pussy unknowingly. And it did! I came sooooo hard on your face from the thought of you getting mouthfuls of the mix of our cum while you went down on me. ********************************* As my wife told her story she spent the entire time lazily stroking my throbbing cock. It was the hottest thing I had ever heard. We spent the rest of the day having the best sex of our lives. As soon as I'd cum she would go down and suck my cock eagerly until I was hard enough for her to take it back in her wet hole. I must have cum 10 times in her sweet little pussy that day and she came much more than that. The best part about all of it was her new found fetish for being choked and the intensity of her orgasms when choked. It's now something we enjoy on a regular basis. Lunch Break I stop by to see you at your office one day - completely unannounced. You look up from your desk surprised yet very happy to see me. Your eyes travel down the sexily-clad length of me - taking in the short skirt, black stockings, sheer blouse and ridiculously high heels. Your gaze turns from one of appreciation to one of lust as I silently close the door behind me and strut over to your desk and straddle you there on the chair. I face you, pushing my big, firm tits up against your chest as I lean in to kiss your beautiful full mouth. Your hands instinctively grab my ass and pull me closer to you as we kiss, deeply, sensually and I grind my tingling pussy into the growing bulge in your pants. It's clear that we desperately want each other and that this growing chemistry of ours is about to combust. You stand up with my legs still wrapped tightly around you and you set me down gently on your desk. As you stand back to admire my body, you can see that I am not wearing any panties under my skirt. With a moan, you push my thighs apart and bend your head down to my perfectly waxed pussy to taste and savor the moisture that has gathered there. You lick my lips slowly, lapping up the delicious juices you have helped create. I moan, too, as your tongue starts to fuck me and gasp each time it pushes in and out of my dripping pussy. But you're not finished with me yet, you now move that devilish tongue of yours up to my clit and begin to work it like a pro, licking and flicking it with precision...drinking me in and driving me wild so that in no time I explode in a violent orgasm that leaves me panting and my juices dripping down your handsome face. I gaze up at you, admiring our handiwork and marveling how staring at my man with me all over him simply never gets old. It's the most beautiful fucking thing in the world. It's your turn now and I push you back into your chair and sink down to my knees under your desk, unzipping your pants to free that gorgeous, pulsing cock. I take a moment to admire its size and shape before opening my mouth to tease just the glorious head of it with my tongue. I lick all around your beautifully defined head, along the sensitive underside, and across the tip, tasting the small bead of pre cum that has formed there, just for me. Your breath is coming in short gasps as I tease you like this for a while and you try to push my head down to take all of your length into my mouth - but I'm not done teasing you yet. Now I move from the head of your cock, to lick the underside of your smooth shaft - up, down, and all around, making sure to also bathe your balls with my warm, wet tongue. When I sense you are on the edge and I look up to see the pleading in your eyes, I smile in satisfaction and raise up on my knees to position my mouth directly over the head of your prick. In one swift motion, I lower my mouth onto you, taking the entire length of you as deeply into my mouth and throat as possible. You moan uncontrollably now as I keep sucking and moving up and down your shaft with my hand and mouth, twisting my hand as I work you. You're about ready to explode, so you pull me up to my feet and turn me around so that I am completely bent over your desk - exposing my firm, round ass and naked pussy to your gaze and waiting cock. You tease me now with your cock head, rubbing it along my slit and pushing just a portion of the way inside. I am going crazy, desperate to have you all the way inside me. I can't stand it another minute and you sense the craving in my body, my desperate yearning to be filled by you, to be consumed once again with this wickedly hot lust we have created between us. You willingly oblige and with a deep, powerful stroke, enter me with one swift movement that buries you inside my swollen pussy up to the hilt. I gasp at the feeling of being totally filled up with every inch of your rock hard cock, and you begin to fuck me - slowly at first, giving it to me nice and gently. I arch my back and grab the desk signalling you to start pumping into me faster and faster. I hear the sound of your muscular thighs smacking into the back of my ass as you drive your throbbing cock deeper and harder into my tight little pussy. I'm so dripping wet now we can both hear the sloshing sound of my juices as you ravage my hungry hole. You reach around one hand to pinch and pull my nipples, and then to swirl your finger around my clit as you fuck me and I just want this incredible, overwhelming sensation to go on and on......In minutes we are both exploding into shattering, frenzied orgasms that leave us both panting, breathless and very, very satisfied. I straighten up, adjust my clothing, and with a quick kiss, and a smack on the ass, I thank you for a lovely interlude and leave you to finish your work....if you can. Lunch Break After seeing the children safely to school for the day, she quickly returns home to follow the directions he left for her. Entering their cozy home, she walks through the house, making sure that all of the windows and doors are covered and locked as he has ordered. Satisfied that she has done exactly as he commanded, she enters their bedroom and goes straight to her closet. Reaching into the back of the closet, she pulls out the outfit he has told her to wear. Pulling on the short skirt and tight shirt, she quickly pulls on the thigh high stockings he loves, fastening them securely with her garters. Bending down, she slips on the thin stiletto heels he has commanded. Pulling her hair tightly back into the ponytail he loves, she quickly takes one last look in the mirror, ensuring that she looks exactly as he wishes her to look. Sure that he will not find fault with her appearance, she goes down to the kitchen to start following the rest of his instructions. She enters the kitchen as ordered to begin preparing the ingredients she will need later for the dinner he has ordered. Following his explicit directions, she places her ear buds into her ears and turns on her iPod. Her body moving lightly in time to the music as she chops vegetables for his dinner, she does not hear the man enter through the unlocked kitchen door behind her. Not knowing he is watching her, she bends to look through the cupboard. Swaying with the music, she is not aware of how intently he watches her ass jiggling in her tight skirt as she dances around the kitchen. She is unprepared for the feel of his body pressing against her as he moves to stand behind her. Unconsciously stepping forward to avoid colliding with him, she suddenly finds herself pinned between his hard body and the countertop. Reaching up, she starts to remove her iPod, but finds her hands imprisoned in his. Pulling her hands roughly behind her back, he quickly ties them together with the rope he had brought just for this purpose. Still behind her, holding her body trapped tightly between him and the counter, he removes his tie and wraps it around her head, covering her eyes, blinding her. Hearing her breathing increase, he quickly covers her mouth with the tape he had brought with him. With her secured and unable to resist, he spins her around throwing her off balance. Taking advantage of her loss of balance, he flips her over his shoulder. Carrying her swiftly through the house, randomly opening doors, he finally enters the master bedroom. Tossing her lightly on the bed on her stomach, he quickly climbs on top of her. Moaning lightly, she briefly struggles to get away from him, but he is too powerful and she is tied too securely. Reaching down between their bodies, he is pleased to find that it is as he suspected, she is not wearing any panties under the short skirt. Quickly unzipping his pants, he frees himself. Lifting her skirt even higher, he begins stroking himself. Harder, faster he strokes. Feeling his balls tightening, he stops stroking. Grabbing her hips in his hands, he pulls her up onto her knees, forcing himself between her thighs. Breathing harshly, she tries to pull away from him, but his grip is too firm and he is too strong for her to fight. Reaching down between her legs with one hand, he guides his long, hard cock toward his goal. Pushing her shoulders down, he slowly inserts the head into her tight pussy. Feeling the head slip inside her, he grasps her hips with both hands. Pulling her back as he thrusts forward, he brutally slams himself into her body. "MMMMMM" she moans through the gag as she tries to pull away from him. Holding her hips firmly, he roughly thrusts himself into her over and over again. Feeling the tightening in his balls beginning again, he quickens his pace. Hearing her sobbing quietly as he fucks her is all he needs to push him over the edge. Feeling his orgasm starting, he thrusts again hard, once, twice, three times. "Aaaahhhhh" he moans as he fills her with his cum. Empty, sated, he pulls his softening cock out of her tight body. Looking down at her, he quickly dresses and unties her hands. Leaving the house, he quietly closes the door behind him. Driving back to work again, he thinks to himself how wonderful it is to have his own personal slave to fulfill his wildest fantasies each day during his lunch break. Lunch Break My first story. All feedback appreciated. - Him: I walk into the small office in the philosophy department at my university. It is summer and most of the campus is empty. The small university town is mostly made of students and they leave to more interesting places during the vacation. Only thesis-writing grad students like myself remain. As I walk into the office, I see her. She is sitting behind a small desk and has her legs stretched out and resting on top of the desk. Legs. Long, muscular, naked legs with just the right amount of fat on them. She is wearing one of those high-waisted denim shorts that barely cover her ass. Everything from her lovely thighs to her bare feet is on full display. She is probably one of the few undergraduate students remaining in the summer, working an on-campus job to make ends meet. She is Asian, maybe with a little bit of Latino mixed in. She has big, lovely black eyes on a beautiful oval face with luscious lips. Her long, rich, straight black hair falls over shoulders. Her tight t-shirt struggles to contain her almost perfectly round breasts. Probably a 34C. In short, she's stunning. She has that youthful unselfconsciousness about her beauty. I have just returned from an intense session of swimming. I'm simply wearing shorts with no underwear. Seeing her, my cock instantly becomes a little hard. - Her: It's lunch break and I'm the only one there as everyone else is out to lunch. I've been working here for hardly a few days. I'm just learning the ropes and don't know much about how things work around here. I've been asked to hold the fort while they eat. I see him come in. I see him in my field of vision, but I don't lift my head towards him. I keep my head buried in my book and check him out from behind the pages. He looks lean, muscular and tall, almost six feet tall. He has a short, scruffy beard and a buzz cut. He's probably in his late twenties, with an intelligent face and an incredibly masculine vibe. He's wearing a navy blue t-shirt, shorts and sandals. I sit there and hope that he'll just decide to leave. I don't want to deal with more paperwork. He walks up to my desk and clears his throat. Is that the outline of his cock that's visible through his shorts? It gets me a little excited. I look up and smile. "Oh sorry. Didn't see you come in," I lie. "How can I help you?" He has an exasperated look. - Him: "Hi. I'm a PhD student in the philosophy department. I was sent an email saying that my scholarship documents haven't been received by this office and that I may lose funding next semester. But I definitely had those papers sent in from the foundation supporting my scholarship. I checked with them and they even forwarded me the FedEx delivery confirmation. It's definitely in this office somewhere." I show her a print-out of the delivery report. I'm frustrated. This office has been consistently incompetent. And now they're fucking with my livelihood. How is one supposed to write a dissertation on the metaphysics of modality in peace if you're constantly threatened that you might lose your daily bread. - Her: Ok. I have no idea what he's talking about. I panic. He seems angry. Perhaps I should wait for the others to show up in an hour so, but that'd just make him more angry. And for some reason I really don't want to do that. I tell him that I'll search for his papers. Can he wait? I point him to a chair. He says yes, but he ignores the chair and goes to a corner of the room, leans back against the wall and stares at me. This makes me uncomfortable. I start looking for his file in the shelves and desks. - Him: It's been 15 mins and she's still searching, mumbling apologies throughout. She doesn't seem to know what she's doing. She's bending over a box of files on a table on the far side of the room. Her ass sticking out, ensconced in those incredible denim shorts. All this moving around has caused her tight t-shirt to creep up a couple of inches above her waist and her midriff and the small of her back are naked and visible. She's making me more and more horny. I'm getting increasingly frustrated. It's been a lot of paperwork back and forth to get this scholarship. On top of this, endorphins are coursing through my veins after an hour of swimming. The lust, anger and energy combine and something comes over me. Clarity washes through me. I know exactly what to do here. I walk over to her and slap her, hard, on her right butt-cheek. - Her: Craaack! The sound rings through the silent office. What is that pain? Did he just slap me? I turn around quickly to face him and barely manage to say, "What...?!" Before I can finish, he grabs my right hand, twists it and pins it around my back. He pushes me roughly against the table and forces his mouth on me. His tongue is inside my mouth, which was wide open in shock. His left hand grabs my cheeks and holds my mouth open, which is instinctively trying to close. His tongue is raping my mouth. I can feel his now rock hard cock pressing into my belly. It seems gigantic. Fear courses through my veins. His tongue leaves my mouth and he looks straight into my eyes. Despite all this intensity, he seems really calm. Even amused with a half-smile. That's when I realize that screaming would be futile. He has control of this situation and things will not end well if I resist. He says slowly and clearly, "I am going to fuck you." He pauses. "With my cock." With my cock, he says. The cock that is angrily trying free itself from his shorts and wants to impale my belly. His cock which won't broker any argument. The image of his cock thrusting inside me creates a new wave of fear. But now the fear is accompanied my arousal and lust. I try to resist. But the combination of the two is heady. I can feel myself becoming wet. - Him: My left hand grabs her left breast. I knead it roughly through her t-shirt and bra. I let go of her right hand pinned behind her back. My right hand goes to her rear and I massage her ass. It's exquisitely soft. She doesn't seem to wearing panties. Or she's wearing a thong. I thrust my mouth on her lips again. Invading her mouth. This time she's responding and reciprocating. My right hand travels down her rear and towards her crotch, which I start massaging. A soft moan escapes her. She's mine now. I'm massaging her breasts and crotch and kissing her mouth heavily. I start thrusting my cock against her stomach so she can feel my cock so much better. - Her: I cannot believe this is happening. I'm putty in his hands. It seems like I have totally given up. He is emotionally and physically dominating me. And somehow this is incredibly erotic. I can feel his hard, muscled torso pressing against me as he dry humps my stomach. My hands instinctively try to push his stomach away. I can feel his taut abs underneath his shirt. Am I pushing him away or am I enjoying it? My hands slide up his torso to his chest and feel his muscles, like ropes strung across his body. I guess I'm enjoying it. - Him: I can feel her arms all over me. I stop suddenly, let go of her and step back. I grin at her, "You hot little slut. I'm going to give you the fucking you deserve. Take off your shirt." She looks back meekly. She hesitates for a few seconds. I don't say a word and stare at her. She peels off her t-shirt. She's wearing a pink sports bra that's one size too small for her round, soft, gravity-defying breasts. "Take off your bra." This time she doesn't hesitate. She reaches behind and unclasps her bra. She removes them and drops them to the floor. Her breasts drop free and look happy. Her nipples are hard. Her long, straight black hair falls from her shoulders and onto her breasts. She looks back at me blankly. Awaiting instructions. - Her: What am I doing? It's as though I've lost complete control of my actions. Like I'm just a spectator to my lust taking over me. I can feel that I'm dripping wet. It's probably visible through my short shorts. I need his cock. I need it inside me. I need it right now. He says, "Turn around and bend over." I comply. I place my hands on the old mahogany table and wait for instructions. He comes up behind me to my left and pushes me down between the shoulder blades. My arms fold and my tits are squeezed against the cold desk. My ass is sticking up in the air. He starts spanking me. Hard. It's very rhythmic. Left butt-cheek. Then right butt-cheek. Then left butt-cheek. The tempo is constant and each slap stings. I whimper and moan. All that flesh moving around is making me wetter. The pain is increasing steadily, but isn't intolerable. He seems to know what he's doing. I'm glad the floor is empty. The sounds of slapping and moaning are probably ringing down the hallway. Suddenly he stops. He's now right behind me. I can feel his cock pressing into my ass. He's kissing my neck and back. Softly, gently. This sudden change is electric. I start breathing a little more easily. Maybe now he'll fuck me. - Him: I reach down her front undo her short shorts. I slide it down till her ankles and she steps out them. She's wearing a black thong. For a few minutes. I kiss her back and play with her cunt, her clit and her inner thighs. The moaning is increasing. Earlier it was a moaning mixed with pain. Now it is clearly pleasure. She is so wet that she is dripping on the sides of her thighs. She is pushing her ass back. Desiring my fingers to enter her. Seeking my cock. Not so easy, girl. - Her: Why won't he do it? He said he'd fuck me. With his cock. He's stopped kissing. His hands are on my hair. He's playing with my loose hair while he stroking my pussy. With one hand he collects all my hair and bunches them together. Very abruptly he pulls me up by my hair. Again the fear hits me. My breasts which were squeezed against the table now dangle. In one swift motion he rips off my thong. Then two of his fingers roughly enter my slit. Very rapidly, he starts moving his fingers up and down inside me. My breasts are swinging and my hips start jerking. My nipples are brushing against the table. The cold sensation is exquisite. I'm cumming. Hard. I let go of all inhibitions and I'm moaning and screaming softly. All of a sudden, his fingers leave me. I thrust my ass back at him seeking his fingers. 
"Please. Don't stop," I beg. - Him: I smile as I hear her plead. With one hand I drop my shorts. My 6.5 inch, nice and thick cock can finally breathe. It's almost as desperate as her. In one clean motion, I enter her. Her surprise is palpable. She moans hard. This is what she's been waiting for. I'm still not thrusting. I pull her up by her hair. I let go of her hair and drop my hand to her clit. The other hand is mauling her breasts. "What do you say?" I ask. - Her: "Please fuck me," I hear myself replying. I can feel his thick cock stretching my young pussy. I have had sex only with one person before this. I've had the same boyfriend since high school. Sex with him is very vanilla. The pulsating cock that's now inside me is nothing like I've experienced before. He doesn't seem to be responding. His right hand is still angrily working away at my clit. I'm start to cum again. "Please fuck me with your cock," I struggle to say between my heavy breathing. Then it starts. He's thrusting slowly at first. Then rapidly. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass rings loudly through the empty office. His left arm pushed across my breasts and his hand is gripping my right breast. I cum hard. The orgasm is earth-shattering. I literally think I'll die if the sensations go any higher. I'm shouting, "Oh god! Oh my fucking god!" It seems to last forever. As the waves of the orgasm finish crashing through my shivering wreck of a body, I realize that he's still thrusting. I can hear his grunts. He's going to cum soon. - Him: Her screaming has really set me off. I'm pushing myself as hard I can go. There was a burning desire to fuck the ever-living shit out of her and that desire is being consummated. "Please don't come inside me", she says. Fair enough. With incredible effort, I slow my thrusts and then pull out. I ask her to turn around and kneel. She complies unhesitatingly. I bring my cock to her face and say, "Suck." She takes my cock in her mouth. She starts sucking, but I can't take it anymore. I hold her head and start thrusting again. I'm fucking her mouth. She's gagging. She slaps my legs trying to push me away. I pull out. Just a couple of strokes and I'm cumming. I'm cumming long, fast streams of thick, white liquid. I aim for her face and tits. As I finish, I slap my cock against her face and tits and squeeze out the last few drops. She drops to the floor. Exhausted and covered in my cum. She has a look on her face of relief and contentment. I find my shorts and put them on while she looks on. I walk up to her, bend, and give her a long, gentle kiss while fondling her breast. I stand up, walk to the door and say, "I'll be back in a couple of hours. You'd better find my file by then." I wink and leave. - Her: 15 mins later, I've managed to clean myself up. My torn thong is stuffed inside my desk drawer. The others in the office are returning from lunch. The office administrator asks if anything came up while they were away. I reply, "Oh nothing much. Richard Cregg came looking for his scholarship file. I couldn't find it, but I said that we'd be able to find it for him if he returns in a couple of hours. Can you help me? He seemed rather insistent." Lunch Break I'm Owen, senior class Whitman High School. My 18th birthday was yesterday. I'm waiting, sitting on a stack of old gym mats in a disused commons room, top floor of oldest building on campus. Staci had given me one of the few the keys during morning history class. Lunch hour had just begun. I hear a key turning from outside in the deserted corridor. The door opens to admit Nick Jackson. He stands there staring as if he is appraising me. I was certainly appraising him for about the one hundredth time since we were freshman together. His birthday is the same day as mine. Nick is just under six feet, slim, athletic body, light brown hair with golden glints and piercing green eyes. His face is well shaped and clear. He is wearing his standard gear, jeans, tshirt, flip-flops. Nick is not the handsomest boy in school nor the best athlete but he carries a charge of sexual magnetism that attracts lots of girls and more boys than you might imagine. It's his attitude, the way he moves with a virile grace, the apparent confidence in his sexuality. He walks over and perches on the mats near me. "So this is where you and Staci hook up," I say. "Yeah," he replies. "A couple of times a week, I guess. I text her when I want her here." "And she always comes?" He grins. "We both do." Then, "So you and Staci are best friends or what?" he asks me. "Yes, for years." "Cool. I know gay guys often have women as best friends or like, fag-hags." I look into his eyes. "She tells me everything, every last detail about what you guys do here." "That's excellent," Nick says. "She says that you may want some of the same." The erection that began the minute he walked into the room gets even harder. I glance down to see my crotch start to tent. So does Nick. I ask whether he hooks up with guys very often?" "Dude," he replies. "Some shrink diagnosed me as an extreme narcissist and sex addict. I love to be worshiped. I love be in control. Plus, I love to cum. Lucky for me my body attracts people. So when it's a guy and he knows how to pleasure me, why the fuck not hook up?" His frankness is a bit overwhelming. I'm still stalling. "So Staci started to meet you here after a pool party, she said." "Yeah, half the people were skinny-dipping. Not Staci. I guess she felt little too chubby for that. But I did notice her eyes were constantly on my swinging dick or on my butt. I was not surprised when I got a text from her saying she wanted to make me feel good, anyway she could." "I had already scored the key to this room from my cousin who graduated from here. Brendan and his homies used to come up here to toke and make out with girls. So I got the key copied and gave one to Staci." "I'm totally naked when she gets here. She wants to see how big my stick gets when it's hard. She starts stroking me with her hand but I tell her to use her mouth. She's down on it like a flash. Not the best bj I ever got; she's kind of sloppy and over-eager. But I'm into the situation and I nut huge in her mouth. Soon as she spits out my jizz she starts to head for the door. I go, 'if you want to do this again you gotta build up to it, give me more tongue, swallow my sperm.' "A few days later she texts me to hook up here again. After that it's when I say so. Couple of times a week, like I said. Staci gets better and better at blowing me. When she does a truly remarkable job or when I'm feeling way generous I let her take off her clothes and I fuck her. She's all grateful for that because she knows I only usually fuck the hottest babes." "Hey," Nick says. "Nough time, talking man. You here to suck my dick or what?" "Do you want me to?" "Your girl friend says you are way dope in giving head. Course she doesn't know: It's what you told her. That means you been blowing lots of guy. Are they gays like you or regular dudes like me." "Mostly gay guys from school. Two or three college guys. But none were so hot or," grudgingly on my part, "so beautiful as you." My compliment obviously pleased him. Since he had become a varsity athlete I had not been able to admire Nick in the showers after PE. Now he slipped off his tshirt to show an upper body of classic proportions; lightly sun-tanned with broad shoulders and slim hips, well-defined arms, a taut belly with a jewel of a navel, and sculptured pecs topped with nickel-size brown nipples that stuck up hard in the center. The hair on his arms was blonde and sparse, his chest was hairless but a darker path led south from of his belly-button and continued under the waist of his jeans. His back was equally smooth and muscled, and swept down to tidy waist. Flanking the small of back just before the rise of his buttocks (still covered by his jeans) were dimples in his flesh that seemed to be pointing at Nick's ass. His jeans were slung low on his hips; so far no strip of whiter skin, so skinny-dipping obviously was his style. He stood in front of me, looking down, waiting. Finally "Do want to take off my pants? Some people get off on that." I unbuttoned the fly of his 501s and started to pull them down over his slender hips and sinewy thighs. His white briefs surprised me; jocks tended to wear boxers. Nick's crotch bulged impressively. Staci had told me he was well-hung but she may have under-estimated. He kicked off his flip-flops and stepped out of his jeans. "Do you want me to get undressed?" I asked him. "Man, do what you want. I don't give a fuck." He paused. "Yeah, lemme see you dick. Constant woodie shows the dude respects you." I loosened my pants and pulled out my cock so that my erection showed. He glanced down at it, seemingly confirming what he already knew about my lust for him. He pulled my head toward his groin. I could detect a faint odor of sweat and the strong aroma of testosterone that emanated from his still brief-covered genitals. "Can I take these off you now?" "Do it." I pushed the underwear down his legs but did not confront his nakedness until they were lying crumbled on the mat near his feet. I must have gasped when I finally saw what he was offering me. He grunted as if my admiration was only what he expected. Nick's junk was perfection. Five inches of flaccid cylindrical shaft and helmet-shaped head. No blemish or scar. A bluish vein just visible under the surface. His penis a little whiter than the rest of his body, its head a little pinker. His urethra gaping open to eject a large drop of clear pre-cum. His testicles were about the size of plums, the left hanging a little lower. His pubes neatly trimmed so that the base of Nick's cock was visible. His scrotum revealed only a faint fuzz of brown hair. "Staci keeps me trimmed. I go over to her house and she shaves me there. In back too. Check it out." He turned his back to me. I took in a pair of perfect small, hard, smooth buttocks. He bent at the waist and pulled his glutes apart to show me the bottom of his crack. Not a hair visible from his taint to the small of his back. His anus was as flawless as his genitals. A small puffy pink donut around a vortex of wrinkly flesh that led to his tightly closed sphincter. As I gazed at his asshole, transfixed, he winked it at me showing me the darker pink of his rectal opening. He turned his head to tell me, "You get to touch it, you get to taste it, nobody gets to fuck it. You read me?" "Of course," I reply. "I never dreamed of fucking you. Staci said she rimmed you when you told her to." "Right. But it was not her thing. She did it just for me. No technique if you know what I mean." He stood up straight and turned around to face me. He noticed that my boner was harder than ever. His was beginning to engorge too. It was starting to rise and looked now to be about 6 inches long and thicker. "So who has rimmed you the right way? Anybody?" "Not so far. But you might be a candidate. I want to feel a tongue way up into my asshole, like exploring my rectum, tasting what's in there, loving inside my bod as much as they love my dick. Is that you?" Instead of answering I showed him my tongue which is fairly long. The sexual understanding between us was now clear and there was no need to discuss it further. I was there to serve in any way he wanted. His body, his pleasure, his orgasm were paramount. Nothing else mattered. ***** Depending on readers' feedback I may add another chapter. Lunch Break What a wonderful afternoon I had with Sir the other day. I came home for my lunch break and there he was. It had been so long since we had been together, too long. He wrapped his arms around me and instantly I melted. Gulping my sandwich down as we climbed the stairs, I could not wait to have a few minutes alone with him. We got to my room and he sat on my bed with his back to the headboard, asking me if I minded his shoes on the bed. I did not care. There was only one thing I needed at that moment. I climbed onto the bed, crawled up between his legs, and curled up with my head in his lap. His gentle strokes glided across my head and down my back and I did not want to ever move again. Then it started. A tug on my hair, a caress traveling over my shoulder, across my collar bone, down to my breast, a pinch on my nipple...I understood his unspoken desire. I asked him for permission to remove my top so that he could have easier access. Permission was granted and I shed my blouse, bra, and camisole. I sat back on the bed with my back against his chest as his hands traveled from my shoulders, down to my breasts, and back, stroking, teasing, and pinching as they went. He reached up and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Whispering in my ear, I heard the distinct change in his tone from his gentle breath-speak to his harsh growly Sir voice, "What do you want." The moment he grabbed my hair, before he even asked, there was one thing I wanted, needed. I wanted him to put me over his knee. So I answered his question. His reply made my heart leap, "Good girl." He already knew what I craved and he was pleased with me for asking. He moved to the center of the bed and directed me with his eyes and a gesture of his hands ... kneel here ... across here. I still had my slacks on as the first strike landed. I felt my breath quicken and my cunt moisten with each strike. "Sir?" "Yes?" "May I take off my pants?" I heard an objecting growl begin to rise up his throat. "I have to wear these back to work." The growl morphed into a deep chuckle as he granted permission. With pants shed and now completely bare, I laid again across his lap. His hand landed hard on my right cheek and I knew he would be making up for lost time in the next few precious minutes we had together. He struck hard, focusing strike after strike on one side, beating my ass until he was satisfied with the crimson skin glowing back at him. He stopped slapping and drew his fingernails across my tender flesh, causing me to gasp. In response, he struck the left cheek. Again and again his hand fell to my ass as his other hand stroked my back, a contrast of softness and pain that intensified the sensation from his strikes. As before, he stopped to enjoy the redness he had brought out in my flesh and again drew his nails across my tender skin. Reaching up to my head and grabbing a fistful of my hair, he pulled my head back and over to reveal my face. He reveled in my responses as he switched between caressing and clawing my sore behind. "Thank you, Sir," I breathed out as his grip on my hair tightened. "Are you done?" "Do you want me to be done, Sir?" "Hmmm." A malicious chuckle rose up from deep within him. "Kneel there. Now," he instructed, pointing to the foot of the bed. I obeyed and he stood up beside the bed. "Here," with a stern voice and a pointed hand at the spot in the bed in front of him. I moved gingerly where he directed, as my ass was blazing, and knelt before him. "So, you want to be told what to do?" I did not answer, lowering my eyes from his burning gaze. Burying his hand deep in my hair to my scalp, he grasped a handful of my hair at the root. Pulling my head back, his dark eyes pierced deep as he growled at me. "I asked you a question." "Y- yes, sir." "On all fours," he snapped as he released his grip. As I obeyed, facing his crotch, I watched as he unfastened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and dropped them below his crotch. "Suck my cock," he ordered and I was more than happy to oblige. Wrapping my lips around his head, I sucked it as I licked the tip within my mouth. I knew he was pleased by his reaction so I continued to focus my attention on the head of his dick, sucking and licking only the head and just a small bit of his shaft beyond. I felt him push his hips forward seeking to push his cock deeper in my mouth so I pulled back, denying him a deeper penetration. This did not please him. Quickly, he gathered up my hair into a ponytail, wrapped it around his hand, and tightened his grip, pulling my hair tight. My jaw dropped as I gasped in pain. In that split second, his cock was rammed into the back of my throat. I wrapped my lips around his shaft again but any control I had was gone. He fucked my face, ramming his cock deep into my throat, invoking my gag reflex that squeezed and convulsed around the head of his dick. Then his appetite changed. He pulled my head back off of his cock and stared down at me with a dark gleam in his eyes. "Turn around," he demanded and I did not hesitate to obey. I turned around so that my ass and wet cunt were only inches from his crotch, on all fours, waiting for him to take what was his in any way that he desired. Clutching my hips with a vice-like grip, he pressed his cock into my moist pussy. Satisfied that he was in me, he tightened his grip and rammed himself deeper within. With each thrust he grunted harder and deeper. He had me so wet, so close, and I moved my hips, twisting them about, grinding against him as he rammed his cock within. WHACK. Hard. On both cheeks. And that vice-like grip returned to my hips as he barked, "DON'T move! I'm fucking YOU!" I froze, fighting the urge to thrust myself against him, to grind my ass against his crotch, to writhe and twist and work with him to orgasm. I gave in and began to rock my ass back and forth against him WHACK WHACK. Again both sides as he growled, "This is not about what YOU want! DON'T move again!" And I didn't. I held myself firmly in place, fighting off the urge to move, as he continued to fuck me, tightening his grip as he pounded my pussy. And I came! Hard! He slowed his penetration as I gave into the release, dropping my upper body flat onto the bed while my ass still hung in the air over my knees. As I lay there fighting to catch my breath, I felt his grip tighten again on my hips and his cock begin to slide in and out, slowly at first and then picking up speed. He fucked me again as I was still trying to gather myself from my orgasm. I tried to pull away but his grip tightened and the gentle slide of his cock quickly became a hard ramming. And I came again, this time stronger and wetter than the first. His grasp on my body released as he pulled out, leaving me free to collapse on the bed. Once I had dropped down flat, he reached down and gently rolled me over to my back. Without a word he began to position me, my legs spread to the sides, bent at the knee, feet on the side of the bed, my ass at the edge of the bed, and I hoped that I was correct on what was to come next. I gazed into his eyes and the gentle adoration shining back at me told me I was correct. He smiled a gentle, almost goofy smile as he lightly grasped the tops of my thighs and pressed his cock into my pussy. He rocked gently and I knew that he was rewarding me. One of my favorite rewards is gazing into Keon's eyes when they have calmed to a gentle smolder as he makes love to me. Such a warmth envelopes me and I can feel his emotions coursing into me like a light electric current zipping from our touch points, into my heart, and shooting back out through my feet, my hands, my head. This was fucking by no means, but a gentle love making that brought me to a physical release three more times, and one hell of an emotional release as well. "It's 10 till, pet." And quickly I threw myself together, thanked my Sir, my lover, and ran out the door for work. If that was the fun we had in 40 minutes, I couldn't wait to see what he had in store that night. And a happy pet walked into work with a temple to temple grin and a fun little lunch break to think back on. Lunch Break Thinking about him sitting there alone in that office of his and what an opportunity I was missing began to make me crazy. I had not seen him for almost a week and I was missing him real bad. I had talked to him on the phone everyday sometimes twice a day, he is such a big tease he only managed to make matters worse for me. All the things he would say he would like for me to be doing, I would like to have been doing the only thing I knew is that it was getting to the point where I had to see him. His office was about an hours drive from me, I decided to make the drive surprising him. I showered and shaved, washed my hair and body with the scent he liked best dressed in a blue tee shirt and a pair of cut off jean shorts grabbed a pair of sandals and headed to the car. I thought about him and some of our recent conversations and I seemed to get pretty worked up and could not get there fast enough. He called me on my car phone and told me he missed me and could not wait until tomorrow night when he could see me again. "I miss you too baby I don't know if I can wait." He laughed and said I would just have to now wouldn't I? I pulled on to the lot parked my car and started toward the door. A couple of his co-workers said hi and smiled big as if they could see what was on my mind. I took the elevator to the fourth floor and put my finger over my lips to silence his secretary she just smiled and did not say a word. I opened the door walked in closed and locked it behind me. He was sitting with his back to the door and was on the phone he did not even notice I walked in. quietly I slipped off my shorts and sandals walked over to his chair kissed him on the side of the neck and pinched his nipple. He jumped as if startled but then grinned big when he saw me. I climbed up on the arm of his chair putting my legs across his lap leaned over and continued kissing his neck. I rubbed my foot across the front of his pants and felt the hard bulge between his legs. Unbuttoning the buttons of his shirt and playing with his chest hair and pinching his nipples now and then he began to get a little squirmy in his chair. A couple of times he held my hand trying to keep me from doing what I was doing while he continued his conversation on the phone. I just continued massaging his groin with my foot feeling him grow harder. It was getting to the point where he began to stutter a little and was obviously having difficulty with his conversation. He asked if he could call them back, thanked them and hung up the phone. "Hello", he said "what a nice surprise" sliding onto his lap from the arm of the chair sitting on my knees straddling his lap I pushed myself against him and continued kissing and sucking on his neck. I felt his hands under my shirt as he put them on my hips and pulled me closer. I could feel his cock under his pants as I ground hard against it. He lifted my shirt and I raised my arms so he could remove it. He began sucking my tits and dancing his tongue around my hard nipples. He stood up and I wrapped my legs around him and he sat my bare ass down on the desk. I undid his belt and his button and began to lower his zipper. The head of his cock was showing over the top of his underwear, I touched it with my finger and gathered the drop of fluid and wiped it across the head of his hard cock. Lowering his pants a little and pulling he waistband of his underwear down I could wrap my hand around his cock now. I began moving my hand across the length of him slowly gripping very firmly. Sliding my ass to the very edge of the desk I put his cock between my legs moving back and forth and lifting slightly massaging him with my wetness not putting him inside of me. I reached down and squeezed his balls with my hand. I knew he was about ready to cum. Stepping down from the desk I got into the large leather chair holding onto the back of the chair so he could come behind me. He began kissing my lower back then each cheek of my ass. Pulling my hips back and forcing me knees further apart he reached around to the front of me rubbing my swollen clit with his finger and thumb, his cock was wet from my juices and he continued rubbing it between my legs and along the lips of my pussy. He said he could not wait any longer and slide his hardness inside of me. It was as if the walls closed around it squeezing down on it as he began stroking. Holding on to my hips he steadily pumped his cock back and forth inside of me. I felt him growing harder. He worked it in and out faster now and I knew he was ready to cum. I closed my legs together as tightly as I could and put even more pressure along the shaft of his cock as I raised up onto my haunches with my feet on the seat of the chair pushing my hips and ass further out toward him enabling myself to raise and lower with each stroke. I felt his fingers dig into my flesh as he pumped harder, I heard that sound I love and I knew it was near. I ground hard against him and told him to "fuck me" I said it again and again. I felt his hot cum fill me and run from my pussy. I was so turned on and hot now I wasn't sure what I was going to do now that he had cum so hard. He held himself steady and felt my squeeze down around his cock he kissed my back and took me by the shoulders helping me from the chair. He patted the top of his desk with his hand motioning for me to have a seat. I sat on the edge of his desk as he moved some things out of the way told me to lay back and I did. He sat down in his chair rolling it up to the desk he began kissing and licking along the inside of my leg and up my thigh leaving a wet trail with his tongue. Putting his hands between my thighs he pushed my legs further apart and placed my heels on the edge of the desk. I felt his tongue flicker across my swollen clit so sensitive now it nearly hurt. His fingers parted the lips of my pussy and I felt his tongue push deeply inside of me. His finger wet with me slid carefully into my ass and began moving in and out while his tongue followed pattern. Raising my hips to greet his tongue and push him deeper brought me even closer. Then he stiffened his tongue and with the flat part began rubbing across my clit moving back and forth. I rubbed myself along his tongue and closer to the edge forcing his tongue and finger deeper. I came hard I could feel myself pulsating inside he put a couple of fingers inside of me now, said he loved to feel that. After a minute or so he helped me sit up on the edge of the desk and just held me. Kissing my hair and my face. I could taste myself on his lips and his tongue. He told me how happy he was I came to see him and what a wonderful lunch break I was and that we would have to meet for lunch again sometime. His secretary just winked and smiled as I left the office thanking her for holding his calls. "Anytime" she said. Lunch Break He sent me a photo and I sent him one of mine. I dressed to go to work that morning as usual, but in particular that morning I slipped on a pink g string and wore a tight above thigh mini. At the point I hadn't planned on doing anything. Plus when I arrived at work nobody noticed, after all those ankle length Melbourne winter coats do the trick in our office seeing the air-conditioning is down. I couldn't concentrate at my computer. So I logged on at the off change that he might be cruising'. Three minutes to lunch hour, he sent a private message. Meet at the Blessington Gardens. I was so excited I left my desk immediately and headed for the door. Outside, the cold winter wind swirled around the chestnut leaves and people huddled in doorways away from the blast. I always love the gardens in winter. Hardly another person dares brave the cold and only the council workers dressed in florescent jackets moved slowly through the grey overcast trees and hedges. I felt a thrill deep in my gut and almost turned around. Something made me keep walking though and that something was that Id never met this man in person. We had talked online, but compared to what I presume others talk of, our conversations were polite... careful... restrained. I kept walking around the butterfly house and suddenly I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped still and listened. I wanted to turn around so badly, but just when I was about to, two strong hands grabbed me around the waste and I was being blindfolded. I felt that he was taller and broad; his chest dressed in a warm woolly material was hard underneath. He bit on my ear and frisked his hands under my coat, all over my body starting with my legs, up between my thighs, over my pussy, my tummy and my perky breasts. I felt my nipples go hard under his strong touch. My heart raced with anticipation. What a nice little cat you are he whispered hotly into my ear. He propelled me along the path and positioned me against a cold brick wall. I could smell the warmth of the butterfly house and the cold damp of the wall and didn't know where I was. He slipped the coat off my shoulders. He held my hand and guided it along the shaft of his cock and I felt the length and width of his throbbing cock. With the blood pounding in my ears, I must have missed the sounds of his belt and zipper. So I quietened my breathing and listened very carefully. He was standing so close I could smell his breathe. A faint taste of garlic and perhaps red wine. I held his thick long cock cupped in my hands and began to stroke it softly, like it was a little bird. I want to see those pretty lips go to work he said and pushed me down on my knees. I wobbled on the wet ground and pressed my cheek against his hairy thighs. He ran his hands through my hair and he guided his cock through my lips. I made my mouth warm with saliva. One of his hands was on the back of my head and the other held my chin up. He nudged his thick cock between my lips and I made my jaw slack to take the heaviness of it so I wouldn't hurt him. I cupped his balls in my palm and massaged them, touching his arse I felt him thrust forward and his cock rammed into my throat. Gagging and trying not to fall backwards he held his hands over my ears firmly, so I couldn't see or hear but only feel the movement of him fucking my mouth. His hands on my head gripped me like a vice. He moved my head towards his crotch pressing me hard and for a moment we struggled until finally I gave in. I was sweating so much I couldn't feel the cold or the ground, but I felt my cunt quiver in anticipation, in need and desire for him. He must have sensed this because he withdrew his veined pulsating cock and took me by the shoulders. He felt like a beast smelling out the prey as his hands roamed over my back under my sweater and pinched my nipples. At this point we lost all sense of self and became like animals. He crouched behind me and I could feel his cock nudging aside the g string. His fingers entered my wet hot cunt and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. My body tensed up and I tried to control my breathing but I could hear myself whimper his name...he gripped my waste and entered me hard and pushed in so deep my head flew back with the force. My cunt quivered and stung from the onslaught and I grabbed fists of dirt and grass in my hands. He slammed into me, his chest sweating against my back the heat of our bodies mingling and merging, making us into one. His cock hit me like a baton and Id never felt so filled and penetrated...he fucked me like I was a bitch on heat... like we are animals and he the strong lion took his prize. He bit me and pinched me and told me I was a slut and a whore and he rode me for what seemed a lifetime and then I felt his cock swelling up inside me and I didn't want him to withdraw... I didn't want this moment to finish and he must have read my mind because in one small swift movement he took his cock from my swollen cunt and pushed the head into my arse. I cried out so loud and came like a bolt of lightning and he bit my neck and panted into my ear be quite the grounds men will hear you...so I bit my lip and took it... I was so tight and he could only fuck me shallow but the tightness made him cum all over my arse. He slumped down on top of me and we could only pant and twitch and lie there on the ground exhausted and sated. How do you recover from a moment like that? Well we helped each other dress and rubbed the stains from our clothes. He was paranoid that he smelt like sex. He told me he was married and he wanted to keep this secret. I told him I was dating a few people and I couldn't handle another person in my life right now. We looked at each others face while we talked. We studied each other for a long moment. Then we walked arm in arm to the north gate. I watched him walk away back into his life. And I made it back to work only ten minutes late. Lunch Break 16mm class was over, which meant three hours to kill before Film Theory. I dreaded the thought of sitting out on lawn with the other students or in the café pretending to read something. When I stepped out of the lecture hall, it had started raining. The sky was gray and dark and there would be no sitting on the lawn today. "Not the sunniest of days," said a voice behind me. I turned around. It was M, who was in both my classes. I was embarrassed to see him looking up at the sky next to me. I had admired his films for the last semester, but had never actually talked to him. I was much too shy. "No," I laughed. "I can't imagine this will be a very pleasant three hours." "I hate lunch breaks here," he said. "It's like three vacuous hours to fill with something useless. I never do anything important anyway." "I know the feeling," I agreed. "It's pretty awful." We both thought about it. "If you aren't busy, you could come over to my place. I only live a couple block down," he said, smiling hopefully. I thought about it. Maybe this would be an interesting filmmaking experience. Plus, M was gorgeous, which was also a bonus. He had a long nose with a slight bump in it and deep-set eyes, with chin-length hair that covered his forehead. "That would be great," I told him. We stepped out from under the overhang, our jackets over our heads. "Sorry," he said. "No umbrella." We ran through the campus and down the street to his apartment. By the time we got there, we were both totally soaked through our jackets and shivering in the foyer. "It's really raining out there," I said. "I'll turn on the heat," M told me, reaching and long-fingered hand over to the thermostat on the wall. He led me down the hall to his room, which was small and painted olive green with paintings and movie posters covering the walls. "I like your room," I said uneasily. "It's very…pleasant." "I like it," he agreed. "Look, you can watch the rain on the street." He walked over to the large window next to the bed and looked down at the puddle-covered sidewalk below us. "I love the rain when I'm warm and dry inside my room," he told me. "Well, neither of us are exactly dry here," I laughed, pulling a strand of wet hair from my forehead. He smiled, turning away from the window to look at me. "Very true," he said. "Do you mind if I change into some dry clothes? I can lend you something if you're cold." "Of course," I said. "I can go outside for a sec while you change." "Oh, I don't mind," he laughed. "Well, that is if it doesn't bother you." I didn't say anything, suddenly realizing how much I did actually want to see him naked. "I'm sorry," he said, nervously. "I guess we hardly know each other. Great, now I sound like a sleaze. I promise I didn't mean anything by it." "I don't mind at all," I told him. "As long as I can change too. I'm soaked!" He looked relieved. "Of course, of course," he said, relaxing slightly. He opened a drawer and handed me a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, grabbing some for himself as well. "I can put our wet clothes in the dryer while we wait," he said. "That way we can get them wet again on the way back to school." He laughed. "Exactly," I agreed, smiling at him. I waited until he began to pull his wet shirt over his head before taking mine off. I couldn't help noticing how attractive he was. Damn it, I thought. Don't think about it. He noticed me watching him and began to blush a little. "Sorry," I said, embarrassed. "I just zoned off a little." "That's quite alright," he said. "Just don't make fun." I giggled to myself at how unlikely that was, while he turned his back to me a bit and pulled off his underwear. "Stop watching!" he joked. "I'm gonna get all shy here!" "Sorry," I said. "Here, I'm taking my pants off, too. We're even." I slid then down over my legs. He smiled sweetly, clearly feeling a little bit more comfortable. "You're underwear is cute," he said, blushing a little. I looked down. I was wearing a black lace bra with completely clashing white cotton panties. "They're just plain one dollar undies," I laughed. "Nothing special." "They just look cute," he said. "Thanks," I said. He was now in his new boxers standing next to the dresser. I was on the other side of the room, still in my mismatched bra and panties. "In fact, maybe you should just stay in those," he joked. "I know," I said. "It would be a crime to cover up this body." I giggled, striking a model pose. He laughed and sat down on the end of the bed. "Careful," he said. "Or you'll make me think bad things here." He looked down at his boxers sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just a guy. We're all the same in some ways." "I think it's sweet," I said, getting more interested despite myself. "Really," he said. "I think you're sweet." He smiled to make sure I knew he wasn't being sleazy. "Thank you," I said, looking him in the eye. He licked his lip quickly. I sauntered over to the foot of the bed, where M was sitting upright, smiling a half-smile. I was standing just in front of him, about two feet away. I bit my lip nervously as he reached a hand out to graze the skin above my underwear. In one quick motion, his fingers slipped just under the waistband and pulled me toward him so that in a second I was kneeling on the bed, my knees on either side of his waist. I put my palms to his chest, feeling the warm, damp skin. I drew in my breath as his hands slipped around my sides and up my spine, squeezing the flesh of my back gently. His hands felt their way back down smoothly, unhooking my bra effortlessly, until his fingers were grasped firmly over my ass. He hooked his thumbs through my underwear and pulled me closer so I was sitting down on his lap and his rough chin was resting on my shoulder, my hair falling over his face. His breath burned on my neck. His lips brushed over my collarbone, making me shiver and slide my arms from his chest over his shoulder blades to his smooth back. I could feel his muscles shift under the skin as he kissed up my neck and just behind my ear. As I exhaled the breath that I had been holding in, my legs weakened their excited grasp on his sides and I sank down onto him. With one hand, he brushed away the hair from my neck and turned so that our noses touched. His eyes were powerful and focused and I could feel him growing harder between my legs, which gave me a fluttering feeling in my stomach. We kissed, softly at first, his teeth playfully biting at my lower lip. Our tongues touched and teased each other, hiding behind teeth and lips. I couldn't help but push my body down harder into his, enjoying the idea of the hard cock pushing against his boxers. He moaned softly as I rubbed my crotch against his hard-on, making me pull toward him with even more force. One bra strap, then the other, slipped down my shoulder until it was hanging uselessly on my arms. I pulled one arm out of the strap and flicked it out of the way with the other, letting my breasts press against his body. He continued to kiss me as I wrapped my legs around his back and brought my hands to the back of his head. He pulled away from my lips momentarily, glancing down at his boxers and smiling a slightly sheepish grin. I smiled, kissed him and grasped the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling it just hard enough to make him squint his eyes a bit. I half-guided his face, my hands still tangled in his hair, to my chest and leaned back as he kissed the tops of my breasts gently. Moving his hands to the sides of my body, then putting his fingers around my tits, he took one nipple between his lips and licked it till it pointed toward him even more. He blew lightly on it, making me shiver, and turned to the other, taking it in his mouth and sucking it till it matched the first. I moved my hands back to his chest, pushing him down against the mattress. "Not so tough now," I joked. He laughed as I kissed him on the cheek and began to make my way over his chest and down his stomach, running my fingertips over his body. I traced his ribs with my fingers, making little patterns and giggling as I made my way to the elastic on his boxers, rolling down the waistband to expose another inch of his body. I moved my face down close so I could kiss his stomach, making his squirm a bit under me, which I liked. I could feel his cock slide between my breasts as he fidgeted excitedly. I pushed them against him, feeling the heat on my skin. I slid one hip out of the shorts, kissing his bare body, then I pulled the rest down to the floor, finally able to see what had elicited the butterflies that had been plaguing me. His hard-on was inches from my lips. I opened my mouth and let my breath touch the inside of his thigh, feeling the skin with my lips, before reaching out my tongue to stroke the base of his cock. I let my tongue trace up it softly, holding his balls in one hand, the other touching his stomach. When the shaft was wet, I moved my hand up to hold it and licked my way up to the tip. Licking my lips and closing them, I pushed my mouth down over the head, forcing it between my tightly shut lips and letting my tongue curve around the side. I turned my head, running my tongue back and forth as I kept my lips locked above the shaft. I stared up at M, who was looking right back at me, eyebrows creased and mouth open, staring down at me. I could feel the wet prints my underwear was leaving on my thighs as I moved my hips. His back arched up off the bed as I slid my lips down until they almost reached his stomach. My hand followed as I twisted my mouth on the way back to the tip. I continued this, listening to M groan quietly, one of his hands squeezing my shoulder in time with my movement, the other moving the hair from my face so he could see what has happening. I could tell he was close to coming. I could taste the saltiness. Suddenly, he sat up, slid his hands under my arms and pulled me up to him, flipping me on my back on the mattress next to him. He pinned me down at the shoulders and smiled, kissing me on the mouth. "Now who's in control," he laughed, his cock torturously close to my dripping cunt. I laughed and gave him a peck on the lips before he began to kiss my neck and move down my breasts, over the excited nipples. He traced the lines of my stomach with his tongue, watching me for my reaction. He passed over my panties, breathing his hot breath an inch from my slit, and started moving his lips up my inner thigh. He reached my pussy and paused, smiling up at me, then went to the other thigh. I was thrusting my hips up at him by this point, practically begging him to touch my pussy with that tongue. Finally, he reached it again, and this time, I could feel his mouth through the thin, wet cotton, his tongue running up it. His hands slid from my thighs up to my waist and pulled the soaking underwear off my legs, which wrapped around his neck, drawing his head back down. He let his tongue flick over my pussy for a while, making me shake whenever it came close. I coiled my thighs around his back, raising my hips off the bed while he traced up my slit with soft, broad strokes of his tongue. I moved my hips along with him, breathing as deeply as I could, considering the situation. Every few strokes, he would take my clit between his lips like he had done with my nipples and suck it into his mouth while running his tongue over it, making me squeeze my legs over his head so tightly that it must have hurt pretty badly. Suddenly, the words fell out of my mouth. "God, please fuck me!" I almost screamed. "I want you so bad." It felt so strange coming from me, but I liked the way it sounded. M did too. "That was hot," he smiled, letting his dick graze my clit. I moved my hips in a circular motion, making the head grind harder against me. He pushed back at me, letting himself slip inside, less than an inch, then pulling back out to rub against my clit. He stopped moving for a couple seconds, his arms on either side of my face. I held my breath as he slowly let his cock slide all the way into my soaked pussy. I couldn't let myself breathe until the entire length of it was inside me and when it was, the two of us let out our breath in unison. We squirmed against each other, pushing it in further. He then began to pull back out, almost all the way, then back in again. I pulled my legs up around his waist so I could hold on. His chest was pressed to mine and the heat clung to the air between us. We were breathing right into each other's mouths, our faces were so close. He continued to push it in and out while I held on to his hips with my legs, barely touching the bed. I was making moaning noises like I was in pain, and he was breathing heavily and moaning along with me. I moved my legs up to rest on his shoulders. He then got on his knees, holding my ankles where they were and pushing it back in. One of his hands moved down my leg to my exposed clit and began to make circles with three of his fingers. I gripped his cock with my pussy and shook when he got deep enough for his balls to slap against my ass. We were both panting for breath now. I was clawing at his lower back, which was all I could reach, leaving white scratch on him. His hair was a mess, and I could tell mine was, too. I couldn't last much longer without coming. "I'm gonna come," I choked out between breaths. "God, I'm gonna come." "Me too," he gasped, leaning back down so that his breath was filling my ear. I focused on the sensation and let my body take over, my pussy contracting violently around him, pulling him in further. He didn't stop rubbing my clit as he threw his head back and shut his eyes, letting his cum shoot inside me as I screamed out. Our bodies trembled, jerking toward each other, then we both collapsed on the bed beside one another. We lay there with my legs wrapped around him and his softening dick still in my clenching pussy. I looked at him and he smiled. "Wow," he said. "That was amazing," I laughed. We lay there for awhile, enjoying the release. "I wish we didn't have Film Theory," M said finally. "I'd be partial to staying right here for the rest of the day." I thought about that, watching the raindrops hit the window pane. "Well, at least we have half a semester of lunch breaks to fill," I joked. "Precisely," he said, kissing me on the cheek. "Hopefully more after that." I smiled, finally looking forward to the empty space between 16mm and Film Theory. Lunch Break The phone was constantly ringing today at work at the restaurant. Usually I am up front with the customers, taking orders, serving their food, running the register and taking care of phone inquiries; but today was just insane. The other girl who usually helps out for an hour or two during the lunch rush called in, the cook was out of ingredients for some of the menu items, and the prep guy didn't show. So, with only two of us working, it was going to be insane. I worked the front, taking my usual duties plus the prep work in-between it all, I gave the cook the phone and an order tablet and told him to try his best and I'd be back if he needed help. The manager-owner of the restaurant was out running errands and picking up supplies, leaving us high and dry, making sure he told us to "man the fortress and have fun!" "What a prick," I spat out in the kitchen. "I can't believe that fucker just left us like this. I guess when he comes back with all the groceries, he can unload it all by himself." About a half hour into the lunch rush, things are hectic, but running smoothly. As soon as I put an order in, there is one to go out. It is odd to see the cook making all the food and handling the phone. I brought an order out and check all the tables to see if anyone needed anything, and I hear the order-up bell ringing like a kid with ADD is playing with it. I run to the back and into the kitchen and the cook thrusts the phone in my face. "For you, they asked specifically," he said. "Who is it?" "I don't know. They just asked to talk to you." "Hello? This is Liz, do you need to place an order?" "Hey babe, it's me. Listen, I forgot my lunch at home, can you bring me something from work on your break?" "Mike, it's so crazy here. I don't know if I'm going to be able to take a break. Can't you come and pick it up?" "Liz, I'd love to, but we're all stuck here with overtime and can't exactly leave for lunch with all these parts coming in to build these trucks." "Okay, I can't promise you a time that you'll get food Mike, but I will try my hardest to be there by 2:00 with a lunch for you." "Thanks babe, love you!" I clicked the phone off and handed it back and barked out an order for him to start while I prepped the next set of plates to go out. I handled everything smoothly until about 1:00 when the crowd died down. The owner-manager pulled up to the door and started to unload the groceries and asked for help. The cook and I looked at each other and laughed. I told Ken to have fun unloading by himself because when we needed that extra person, he just split. "Oh, and by the way, I'm taking my lunch. I'll be back within the hour," I said as I grabbed Mike's lunch and walked through the door to leave. I drove the few miles to Mike's work, passed through security and parked near the door to the building that he works in. I grabbed his lunch bag that I made up and opened up the heavy steel door. I walk through the maze of machines, knowing where to go from previous tours of his shop, and start to get whistled at. "Hey baby, come shake some of that nice ass my way." "Oh, hot stuff, can I call you later for some one-on-one action? Hell, I'm not picky; bring one of your girlfriends. We'll have some fun." "Yo Mikey, your woman's here," said this guy next to Mike's station in a gruff voice, heavy from many years of smoking. "Damn Liz, I just love it when you come here or home in your work clothes, you're just so damn hot." "Whatever Mike, here's your lunch, I have to get going, this is my break." "Sweetie, you're seriously giving me a hard-on from that outfit. We're going to have to go somewhere soon if you keep it up." I was in a rush for work this morning when I was getting ready because mike wanted a quickie before he headed out, so I had minimal time to primp. I was wearing a black knee-length skirt, black v-neck sweater, and my black knee high boots with 3-inch heels. My hair was in a messy bun and sticking out everywhere and I was wearing my glasses because of the lack of time to put in contacts. "That's it Liz, follow me," yelled Mike over the machine. "Hey Dave, I gotta run to the pisser, watch my shit, okay?" "Sure thing Mikey." With that, he was off with me trotting after him. We made it out of the building and headed towards his truck, he was walking slightly behind me and smacking my ass from time to time. We get to his truck, he unlocks the door and tells me to jump on up. I sit down behind the wheel as he walks around to the passenger side and climbs in. I reach into my purse for my water bottle to take a drink and he sighs loudly. "Liz, see what you do to me." I glance over at Mike and see his full 7 inches sticking out from the zipper of his pants. He starts stroking himself, putting his head back on the headrest. "Baby, do you want some of this cock for lunch?" "Sure hun, I can spare some more time. My idiot boss can handle the fortress for a while longer." I reach over and take his hard cock in my hand. I start sliding my hand up and down his long smooth shaft. With my free hand, I cup his balls and start to massage them. "Oh yeah, baby. That feels so good!" says Mike as he puts his head back onto the headrest. He reaches his hand out and puts it behind my head and nudges my face down into his crotch. "Mike, is my mouth what you want?" "Liz, I want all of you, how about this for starters?" I leaned over and placed just the head of his wonderful cock into my mouth, closing my lips all around it. My tongue starts running slow circles around the head while my fingers are still stroking him softly. "Mmm, Liz. Yeah baby, you know just what I like," he moaned, pushing down slightly on the back of my head. I move my fingers to the base of his fully erect seven inches and start rubbing him slowly as I work my mouth and tongue down his shaft until my nose is touching his stomach. I close my mouth around him and create a hard suction as I slide him out of my mouth, just keeping the head still in. My tongue flicks all around the head of Mikes cock and in his slit, making him moan and squirm for a moment. I start to take him in and out of my throat, a little faster each time. I deep throat him for a while, but can feel him getting close, so I back down and slowly suck on him. I deep throat him a little more and slow down because he is so close to cumming. "Mike," I whisper in his ear while I stroke his dick. "I want you so bad, I'm so wet." With that said, he pushes his hand up my skirt and pushes my thong aside and jams one of his fingers into my dripping pussy. "Wow Liz, you really are wet. Is that because of me?" "What do you think hun? You get me like this all the time. Can you help me out a little here?" Mike starts massaging my clit with his thumb and sliding one of his fingers up inside of me. I lean back and spread my legs, giving him better access to my wet pussy. "Mike, that feels so good. Can you do it harder baby?" "Liz, what's going on, you're never like this in public?" "Baby, I want you so bad and I can not wait for you to be home tonight. I want you now!" "Oh, Liz," he moans as he slides two fingers into me, thrusting them hard and as far in as he can reach. He teases my clit even faster, causing my body to jump and twist in pleasure. "Mike, I need you, now!" "I love it when you get like this sweetheart, it really turns me on!" I climb up on top of Mike in the passenger side of the truck and lower myself onto his hard, throbbing cock. "Oh god, Liz, you feel so tight!" I start riding him hard, wanting him so bad. Mike thrusts up to me as I keep grinding into him over and over. "Liz, if you keep this up, I'm going to cum." "Not if I can help it!" I start riding him harder, making the truck start to rock with us. I reach down and start tugging on his balls. I can feel them starting to get full and slow down and slowly grind my hips into him. I climb off of him and into the other seat and start to suck all my juices off of his still hard cock. "You are such a tease, you can't leave me like this! I'm going to get blue balls, come on baby!" "Maybe you'll come home right away to get the rest tonight, and not go with the guys to the bar for a drink after work." I lean against the seat to situate my clothing with my hips up in the air when Mike grabs me and pulls me over to the passenger side again. "I will be coming home after work to finish this, but that will be another round for us. Ready baby? I know you want it!" Mike grabs my skirt and pushes it up around my waist. He rips my thong off of me and shoves his full seven inches into my hot, wet pussy. He grabs my hips and starts to thrust in and out of me as hard and as fast as he can, making the truck rock again. Mike reaches forward to have one hand teasing my clit furiously and the other hand working on my nipples, making me shout out. "Baby, I'm going to cum!" "Yeah Liz, I want to feel your juices all over my cock, but be ready for another." He teases my clit even more and I push back onto him as an orgasm rips through me. He keeps pushing in and out of me. Two can play this game, I thought. I reached down and pushed his hand away from my sensitive clit. He repositioned his hands on my hips again, still fucking the hell out of me. I cup his balls in my hand and start rubbing and massaging them, making Mike gasp from the unsuspected surprise. He starts to thrust into me harder, his hands disappearing from my hips momentarily and then coming back. SMACK! He keeps doing me from behind and is now smacking my ass every few moments. Then the other hand reappears, grabbing a fist full of hair and tugging on it. I keep massaging his balls and thrusting back into him, feeling my orgasm building again. "Liz, you are so hot, you're going to make me cum." "Mike, I'm going to cum too. I want you to fill me up. Give it to me baby!" He starts pushing into me with fast, deep thrusts and I feel his balls start to shrink in my hand. I let do and prepare for the ride as his orgasm shoots into me, sending me to total ecstasy as my pussy clamps down onto him as I orgasm. He pulls out after awhile and I fall into the seat under me. "Honey, that was amazing!" "I always love finishing in that position, Mike." He fell back into the drivers seat and drove us back to his building. I pulled an extra pair of panties out of his glove compartment and slid them on. We walked to my car and kissed goodbye, with whispers of the possibilities that tonight might bring. Ten minutes later, I was back at work. "You're late Liz, where have you been?" asked Ken. "Ken, you fucked us over, now the favor was returned. At least I got fucked the way that I wanted." I smoothed the loose pieces of hair that fell out during the sex session back into the messy bun, put my apron on and grabbed a pitcher of water. "Three more hours until round two," I giggled to myself. Lunch Break 'Finally! Lunch time... I wonder if he's on-line...' she thought, smiling as she buzzed the executive assistant in the outer office. "Hold my calls, will you? I don't want to be bothered for awhile," she said in the phone's intercom. 'Maybe a little hot and bothered,' she considered. "Okay Boss," her cheery secretary replied. She launched her messenger... 'Yes! He's showing available!' Her excitement suddenly spilled into a lustful grin as she remembered their last lunch hour IM chat. She had to leave early that day... she doesn't keep any toys in her desk at work. HER: (9/12/2006 12:01:23 PM) Knock-knock! Are you there Sweetheart? HIM: (9/12/2006 12:01:25 PM) Sweetheart!!! I was just going to buzz you! HER: (9/12/2006 12:01:31 PM) Awwwww... I miss you too! :* HIM: (9/12/2006 12:01:34 PM) :) ditto! HER: (9/12/2006 12:01:39 PM) brb... need to close the blinds! lol She quickly crossed to the other side of her office and twisted the rod that turned the mini-blinds into a solid panel blocking the window washer's leering gaze that had begun to annoy her. "Eat your heart out, asshole!" she quipped as she skipped back to her desk, kicking her heeled shoes off when she sat down again. Her fingers felt tingly as she resumed her 'conversation' with her friend. HER: (9/12/2006 12:03:01 PM) I'm back... did ya miss me :) HIM: (9/12/2006 12:03:04 PM) Really much so! :* HER: (9/12/2006 12:03:09 PM) Mmmmm... I've got an hour... 60 minutes just for you! lol HIM: (9/12/2006 12:03:13 PM) :)) Still thinking about that one post of mine, eh? HER: (9/12/2006 12:03:17 PM) Yeppers! Remember what you said though... HIM: (9/12/2006 12:03:21 PM) Uh-huh... "I get a 30-second break after the first 60 minutes and then we start a new 60 minutes!" HER: (9/12/2006 12:03:28 PM) How many breaks do you think you'd need in, oh, a day?!? lol HIM: (9/12/2006 12:03:35 PM) :)) Well, at some point we'd need to cuddle and spoon a while, don't ya think? HER: (9/12/2006 12:03:39 PM) :* definitely! HIM: (9/12/2006 12:03:44 PM) I tried to catch you last night... I know you stay "invisible" ... HER: (9/12/2006 12:04:01 PM) :( I'm sorry... went to dinner with my parents, didn't get home til late. I'm not doing anything tonight though! HIM: (9/12/2006 12:04:07 PM) That's good! I'll be on-line around 10 p.m. ... I'll show up "available" for you! HER: (9/12/2006 12:04:10 PM) Mmmm... can't wait! I gotta tell you... I was so worked up the other day I had to go home early... I don't keep toys at work! HIM: (9/12/2006 12:04:15 PM) :)) Maybe you should! Ya never know when I might surprise you! HER: (9/12/2006 12:04:19 PM) LOL :* Fingers work just fine! They're doing a good job right now! HIM: (9/12/2006 12:04:23 PM) :D REALLY?!? And just what is it that you're doing?? HER: (9/12/2006 12:04:29 PM) If I had a cam here at work I could show you! lol The sudden "invite to view Todd's webcam" startled her, and excited her at the same time. She clicked on the "accept" and there he was in all his naked glory... all for her... showing his chest, arms as he typed on the keyboard, and just a hint of his pubic hair... just like his profile pic. 'Ah, gawd...' she moaned softly as she watched him reach under his desk... touching himself where she wished she could be touching. HER: (9/12/2006 12:05:32 PM) Oh baby... this is a nice surprise! :P HIM: (9/12/2006 12:05:35 PM) The first of many, my Dear :* HER: (9/12/2006 12:05:43 PM) Woo-Hoo! and it's not even my birthday! lol HIM: (9/12/2006 12:06:03 PM) (heh-heh) this is just a preview of 'cumming' attractions! I'm trying not to cum now 'cuz I want to save it til tonight when I can see you doing it too! HER: (9/12/2006 12:06:03 PM) LOL... oh you don't have to save it that long... besides, by tonight you'll be ready to cum again, won't you?? :) HIM: (9/12/2006 12:06:11 PM) Hmmm... probably... well, maybe... uh, YES! with the right amount of inspiration ;) HER: (9/12/2006 12:06:14 PM) Don't you worry about that Sweetheart... I'll give you plenty of inspiration! lol HER: (9/12/2006 12:06:15 PM) You just have no idea how wet you just made me :* HIM: (9/12/2006 12:06:21 PM) Really? HER: (9/12/2006 12:06:27 PM) Oh yeah... really. If you don't mind, I think I'll just watch you... my hands are going to be otherwise occupied and I won't be able to type! His "hug" smiley made her smile as she slipped her panties and pantyhose past her feet, then tossed them under her desk on top of her shoes. She unbuttoned the top half of her blouse and liberated her tits from her bra, and with one hand fondling her nipples and the other rubbing her pussy, she stared at the p.c. screen in front of her. She sighed, thinking how nice it would be if it were her hands brushing his chest hair instead of his hands. HIM: (9/12/2006 12:09:17 PM) You still there Sweetie? HER: (9/12/2006 12:09:19 PM) Mmmm... just making myself comfortable Hon! :* HIM: (9/12/2006 12:09:24 PM) Wish we could be comfortable together right now! :* HER: (9/12/2006 12:09:31 PM) me too... I wish I had a cam at work! HIM: (9/12/2006 12:09:44 PM) Oh Baby so do I!!! :) You'll have to pardon me now... my hands are about to become ... how'd you say that ... 'otherwise occupied'... HER: (9/12/2006 12:10:01 PM) go right ahead... I can't type anymore either! A sudden shiver energized her when her view suddenly changed to a close-up of his hard-on. She could see the distended veins along the shaft while he rolled his balls in his hands. He stroked himself slowly, oh so slowly... stopping every few seconds to rub the pre-cum around the tip of his cock with his thumb. She moaned softly and licked her lips and wished it was her tongue licking those dew drops. Her nipples were like bits of rock to her touch, and each finger squeeze on them set bolts of lightning through her body. Her other hand frantically rubbed her pussy lips; the wetness there greasing her palm. His stroking began to go a little faster, but not yet to the short strokes that happen when orgasm is eminent. She pinched her clit, sending more electricity through her core, then inserted first one finger deep inside her, then another, while her thumb rubbed her clit to the rhythm of his stroking. "OH MY GODDDDD!!!" she shrieked when, after several more minutes that seemed timeless, his thick white load shot from his cock and spilled all over his hand. Her own orgasm squirted all over her seat and oozed into the crack of her ass. She watched him slowly catch his breath while she caught hers. She felt a warm rush surge over her skin as she smiled, wishing he could see the expression of total joy on her face... wishing she could see the expression of delight on his. And then suddenly, his cam view changed, and there he was smiling at her! He blew her a kiss and she actually caught it and planted it on her lips. She stared into his eyes... and knew then that he had a beautiful soul... HER: (9/12/2006 12:31:15 PM) Only 8 hours over the turnpike, eh? I think I'm going to take the rest of the day off... we won't be needing the cams tonight! Lunch Break She counted down the seconds on her wristwatch until it pointed 12:30. She grabbed her purse, clocked out, and walked briskly to her favorite café, Fran's. She opened the door and the small bell jingled merrily at her arrival. She scanned the café briefly and she spied a handsome man sitting in a corner by himself, sipping on tall glass of water, he was in his mid 40's, same age as her. She stole another look as she sat down at the adjacent corner of the café. The man had devilish brown eyes and short thick black hair. He looked up from his water and smiled evilly in her direction. She darted her head down to look at the menu. Her heart raced momentarily until she got enough courage to dare look again. When she looked up he wasn't seated in the corner, he was walking towards her casually. He held her gaze until he stood next to her. "Can I buy you lunch?" he asked, his eyebrows arching as he looked down at her. "I don't think so... I'm not that hungry." "Then why did you come to Fran's?" he questioned curiously. "To get away from work..." she replied, trying to avoid his prying eyes by twiddling her fingers. He was still standing next to her and she felt him staring at her. A blush crept up from her neck to her cheeks; she finally gave up and looked directly at him. He was gorgeous; the wrinkles on the side of his eyes showed her that he was a happy man. His smile showed gleaming white teeth and more wrinkles connecting his mouth to his nose. Her legs grew weak and she grew wet just looking at him. She gulped. He seemed to know her need and he extended a hand and she took it, completely trusting him. He led her into the one room men's restroom and locked the door behind them. As soon as he turned around from locking the door he immediately grabbed her hips to pull her close and began pounding his tongue into her mouth, swirling and tasting, suckling on her bottom lip occasionally until she kissed him back. They battled tongues, feeling around each others mouth. She swept her own tongue across his teeth, they were smooth and straight, his mouth tasted like mint. She kissed harder. He began to unbutton her button down shirt until it parted free, exposing her cleavage held behind her 32C bra. She finished the job and pulled the rest of her shirt off and tossed it to the side, landing on the skink, their wanting mouths staying connected. They both inhaled and exhaled through their noses quickly as they tugged each others clothes off. Her shirt, then his shirt, his pants, then her slacks, his boxers and then her soaking underwear, each piece of clothing landing in various corners of the restroom. Last was her bra which he unclasped from the front, he tossed it to the side and now they were both completely nude. He began groping her breasts, her nipples hardening like his cock had been. His member now poked her stomach roughly as they felt and kissed each other. She cupped his balls in her hand rubbed them roughly, he moaned and began rubbing her clit to return the favor. Her juices dribbled down her leg and she could bear the rough foreplay no longer. She whimpered in signal and he knew what to do. He pushed her down on her hands and knees on the dirty bathroom floor. He kneeled behind her and ran his hand up and down her sex until the teasing became too much. "I want you... inside of me..." she gasped. He didn't hesitate he rammed his hard cock from behind into her dripping pussy and began pounding as fast as he could go. He leaned over and began to fondle her breasts while still moving back and forth rapidly. He placed his mouth to her ear and began to nibble on it. She could feel the tingling warmth rushing through her body, she closed her eyes tight as an orgasm overtook her. "OHHHHHHHHHHHH" She screamed as she bucked through her violent orgasm, her pussy contracting around him as he continued to pound relentlessly into her. She screamed and screamed in a never ending orgasm until her joined her with a loud groan. He plunged as deep as he could go and came inside of her. He pulled out and she collapsed, his cock and hands were the only things holding her up. He fell on top of her and they breathed heavily, panting for the precious air of the men's bathroom. After recollecting themselves, they began to redress. She looked around. "Where's my underwear?" she asked. "Oops." He said, pointed to the toilet where the underwear lay floating inside. They both burst out laughing and continued to dress, her without any underwear. "Mmmm that was amazing." She said, hugging him after they were both dressed and presentable. "There's more where that came from." He said. "Meet you home tonight at six, right honey?" She asked. "Always baby." He said, kissing his wife until there was a knock at the door. "Anyone in there?" a man outside asked, jiggling with the locked door. The glanced at the door and turned back to look at one another and began to laugh all over again. "Yea we'll be right out." He chuckled. She opened the door and the man outside looked at her in confusion and then at the door sign that read "Men" She giggled as she slipped out around him followed by her husband. The man watched after them bewildered, and even more amazed, and turned on, to see her underwear floating in the toilet. Lunch Break at The Office Alison Chambers was sorting through a stack of papers a mile high for her employer Kenneth Thompson for over two hours when she decided it was time to take a break. She was sipping a cup of colombian coffee with vanilla caramel creamer when Kenneth stepped inside her office, carefully locking the door behind him. From the look on the attorney's face, it was obvious what he intended. Kenneth Thompson had come to her office for more than a cup of coffee from the secretary. Once Kenneth was standing directly in front of Alison, he carefully removed her black rimmed glasses. He placed them in the drawer of the desk where she worked hard for him every day, filing papers, answering the phone, and sending out mass emails to various clients. Kenneth's versace cologne stung her nostrils as he leaned close to her, placing a hungry kiss against the nape of her neck, where the soft scent of her lavender perfume was ripe on her soft, white skin. A feral lust suddenly entered Kenneth's brown eyes as he began pulling her creamy white blouse off of her shoulders, throwing it into a crumpled heap upon the khaki colored traffic master carpet, revealing the black lace bra that held her round breasts firmly in place beneath. Alison locked eyes with Kenneth, a seductive smile crossing her face as Kenneth pulled her close, meeting her full ruby red lips in a kiss of exploration. While his hands moved over the small of her back and teased the tips of her round breasts, and his throbbing member pressed firmly against her in a promise of what was to come, Alison thought she would go insane from longing for him. Finally, however, all of this teasing culminated in Kenneth unsnapping Alison's black lace bra. He dropped it on the floor next to her shirt, releasing her breasts from their cloth prison and into the care of his expert hands. "I'm going to make you pay for that." Alison said as she sank to her knees in a slow deliberate motion, seeking Kenneth's manhood. She took him firmly in her hands before descending upon him, licking the base of his shaft with slow deliberate motions until she saw him squirm under her machinations. She slowly took Kenneth into her mouth. Her lips closed tightly around him as her head bobbed back and forth in a swaying motion which she continued until she saw Kenneth was beginning to become worked up. When she pulled away in an act of teasing, she proceeded to climb to her feet. She moved her soft hands over his pulsating tool in a velvety caress. "Fuck me, Kenneth." Kenneth turned Alison around, guiding her to the edge of her desk, leaning her carefully over it, leaving her firm round behind pointing at him in all of its feminine glory. He slid her medium length black skirt up her feminine curves until it revealed the truth beneath, that she was not wearing panties. The absence of the undergarment allowed Kenneth to position himself against Alison's opening. He inhaled the mixed scent of coffee, perfume, and the smell from the unlit scented candle that was only a stone's throw away from where the two of them were positioned and preparing for their furious sensual encounter. "Damn woman the view is absolutely perfect from here." Kenneth said as he stood for a moment just admiring Alison's round firm ass before giving it a firm slap that echoed through the office. The first thrust into Alison's slick velvety opening was harder than she expected. She let out a low moan as he expanded within her tight cavity, claiming her as his own. He wrapped his arms tightly around her so that if she had a hard time maintaining the position, she would not have to worry about her knees giving out on her. "You feel so good." Kenneth said as he paused between thrusts, enjoying the picture perfect view of Alison's half dressed body as he thrust in and out of her. He squeezed her round breasts before preparing another thrust that was harder and faster than the one before. "Oh fuck, yes." Alison said. As Kenneth pounded into her over and over again, the sound of his hips slapping against her round derriere echoing through the office in a sensual rhythm. "Harder, harder." Each thrust was as natural to Alison and Kenneth as the waves of the ocean, and with each primal thrust, Kenneth moved closer and closer to driving Alison over the edge. Her perfect blonde updo was not so perfect anymore. Parts of her twisted, long blonde hair were no longer secured, and laid along the sides of her face, gently and beautifully framing it. "Faster!" Alison's moans turned into a blissful mixture of unintelligible sounds as the first of a series of orgasms rocked her body. Kenneth held her tighter, seeing the weakening in her legs. The sight of the sea of pleasure overtaking his beautiful secretary made his thrusts faster, deeper, and eager. When he finished deep inside her, he pressed her sweetly curved body firmly against his own, Claiming her as his. When he pulled away, he could sense the reluctance in Alison. As he did up his pants, Alison quickly dressed. "Have that report I asked for on my desk no later than 3 pm this afternoon. Oh, and by the way, Alison, you forgot a button." Kenneth said as he moved over to her, fixing the fourth button down for her. Kenneth headed for the door, unlocking it. From there the attorney followed the hall to his office, where he would return to work.