0 comments/  32139 views/  1 favorites

Peeping Dave Ch. 01

By: JennyWrites4Fun



I work in an office with several attorneys.  I just started my career as a paralegal.  It's a lot of long, hard hours punctuated by hours of boredom or not knowing when the next big case will walk through our door and provide us all with a bonus that says 'Jamaica!' 

The 'guys' (as I like to call my co-workers) vary in height, weight, hair color, and marital status but they share one thing in common:  Given the right situation, I'd fuck any or all of them...well, not ALL.  You see, there is this creepy guy, Dave.

Dave's a bit older than the others.  He's got that 'lounge lizard' quality about him.  He's always swaggering around, showing off, speaking loudly as though he's Johnny Cochran, F. Lee Bailey, or Dominick Barber, and winking at me and the other women in the firm like we're 'next' on his list of conquests.  Unfortunately, all the men I work with are married or in a committed relationship.  I spend the few down times I have, when I'm not doing research or helping to write a brief, fantasizing about quite a few of these courageous, sexy esquires (Dave excluded, of course).

There's one attorney that I just adore, Dan.  Dan's got all the qualities I love in a man: handsome, intelligent, witty, kind, expresses himself easily and openly, a killer smile, bright eyes that light up, a great body, and the best part, the tuft of chest hair that peeks out of his collar when it's Casual Day and he's not wearing the standard crisp white shirt and Father's Day necktie.  What I would give, just once, to make love to Dan!  Sometimes, I have this fantasy about a weekend with him:

Friday:  Dan's family is away on a trip and I come over to his house to help him compile his case (no overtime compensation required).  I spend the whole weekend there because there aren't enough hours in the week, too many distractions at the office, and the trial starts Monday.

I sleep in the guest room down the hall from Dan's room, when we haven't fallen asleep over papers not yet written or files not yet read.  It's not uncommon to wake up with a sticky note attached to my laptop saying "There's coffee in the kitchen.  When you wake up, take your time and we'll start again.  Thanks for all your help.  I owe you!  Dan" 

Saturday:   In this little fantasy, I stumble upstairs, wiping the sleep from my eyes, as I find my room and undress for the shower.  I'm slowly peeling off the clothes from the night before, admiring my body in the mirror on the dresser, caressing my soft flesh...all the curves, the dips, the tints and textures that make a woman unique.  I'm wishing it was Dan who was touching me.  If only Dan's large hands were cupping my breasts, his long fingers reaching to tug my nipples into erect delight, his lips kissing my neck and shoulder while we both gaze into the mirror.  I envision Dan's hands moving from my full breasts down over my body, down to my smooth mons.  My legs instinctively part and allow his hands to open my lips.  He slides his naked body down my lower back and grinds against my ass, pushing his hardening cock into me, as he delves his fingers into my sex.  And then there's a knock on my door...

 "Jen, would you like me to turn on the shower for you?"  It's Dan.  Much to my embarrassment, I realize that I've left the door ajar as I'm damn near masturbating in front of the mirror.  I grab for my robe and hurriedly put it on.  "Uh, yeah, sure Dan. That would be great!" stammering as I quickly cover myself.  With my early morning moment ruined, more by my own stupidity than Dan's interruption, I slog off to the shower that Dan's started for me.

Under the steady pulse of a warm shower, I begin to wonder if Dan watched me for long or if he was a gentleman.  How long had he stood there?  Did I excite him?  Did he feel a stirring within his loins?  Did he feel guilty about his family while lusting me?  Did he feel guilty about violating my privacy...or me, with his eyes?  I toweled off and donned my robe again to head back to my room.  I dressed and went down to join Dan in his kitchen.

The smell of fresh amaretto flavored coffee filled the air and there were scrambled eggs and toast awaiting me.  "A girl could get used to this, Dan!"  He pulled out my chair and seated me at his kitchen table.  Then he served me the meal and poured my coffee.  "It's the least I could do for a woman who works so hard for me."  I wonder if he's thinking inside "and lets me watch her touch herself in my guest room."

We discuss the particulars of the case and the latest research over breakfast and then it's back to the grind.  During the day, I notice that Dan's actually a little playful...almost flirty (could it be that impromptu peep show that has him suddenly interested?).  Occasionally, his hand will graze mine or will rest on my shoulder, longer than usual, as he peers over my shoulder, staring at the laptop screen.  I make a note to myself to wear something lowcut for Sunday's day of work (no rest, no play...hasn't Dan ever heard that all work and no play makes Dan a frustrated married man?).

Saturday Night:  I voice my thought to Dan about his lack of down time and he agrees to pop open a bottle of wine while we eat dinner.  He's ordered in Chinese tonight.  This time, in honor of Saturday night, we stop working by 10 p.m. and curl up on the floor to eat our dinner, sip our wine, and watch mindless television.  I make sure to wear something more casual now that it's evening and almost bedtime.  I put on some fleece shorts emblazoned with my college's mascot and initials and a tank top that really requires a bra (but I'm not playing by the rules tonight).  I decide to leave my bra in my overnight bag but I at least wear panties.  Dan's looking so casual that I don't recognize him.  He's got on plaid lounge pants that look awfully soft - and expensive- and a t-shirt from his days at University.

We talk about his marriage, my single life, the world, current events, and our dinner. I can tell that he's getting buzzed by the wine because he's confiding more personal information to me than I would expect from him normally.  At one point, he stopped in mid-sentence to wipe some lobster sauce from chin...and that's where I takeover in my fantasy.

I look into his grey eyes as he wipes the sauce from my chin, opening my lips.  I turn my lips to his still extended hand and kiss into his palm.  I half expect him to pull away but he doesn't.  He merely watches as his kind gesture turns into something more rapturous.

I press my soft cheek into his palm like a forceful kitten begging to be petted.  Since he doesn't stop me, I begin to kiss and suck his fingers, using my tongue on each one as though they are 5 individual, little cocks.  His eyes close and he looks relaxed.  I get on my hands and knees, leaning toward him, still burrowing into his palm.  He leans back...legs spread for me to climb between and I take the cue.

I stop kissing Dan's hand and push his t-shirt up, revealing a magnificent, fit body with that beautiful tree of strawberry blond hair on his chest and trailing down his stomach.  I kiss my way up the trunk of the tree, to between his nipples, and up to his throat.  I'm careful to not kiss or suck too hard at his neck (wouldn't want to leave a tell tale sign for his wife) although I'd love to sink my teeth into him and suck every part of his body!

Dan's breathing becomes more labored.  I sense his mental resistance and even the rigidity of his limbs (at least the intended 'limb' is rigid too), and as I kiss his earlobe, I whisper to him "Dan, if you want me to stop, tell me."

"Oh Jen..."  He cups my face in his hands and stares directly into my dark eyes.  "I do want you.  God, I need this so badly.  I want you.  I just don't want to lose my family or you.  I'm torn.  For the first time in my life, I know what I want and I'm terrified to go for it."

I smile softly.  "Dan, you won't lose them or me.  Let me make love to you.  Lets enjoy this time for us.  It's okay, Dan."  I place my lips on his forehead and kiss him.  "Really, it's okay."  I kiss over his eyelids, "I adore you."  Over his cheeks, "I'm yours tonight."  To his lips...sealing this weekend's destiny with a kiss.

Of course, my fantasy ends with us making love until the sun comes up.  But the ugly reality of my job comes back and haunts me.

It's a Monday and we're hit with the usual slew of weekend probation violations, domestic abuses, and assaults.  The attorneys are whizzing around trying to balance new and old clients.  I'm coordinating court dates and calendars on the phone when I feel this slimy, leer.  It's Dave.  He's in my peripheral vision, behind me.

I cover the mouthpiece of the phone, "Yes, Dave, what do you want?"

"Oh Jen, you KNOW what I want.  And you want it too!"

I shake my head at him and gesture for him to go away.  I feel dirty and turn my chair away so he's no longer in my sight.  Thank God, he goes away and starts to chat up the new temp we got.  Some poor girl, fresh out of college who just wants a job and a future.

During lunch, a few of us girls gather in the break room.  Instead of eating in today, we decide to go to a restaurant.  Since there's no manager in sight, we decide to have a teensy weensy liquid lunch.  After all, it's Monday and we won't be getting out of the office until at least 8 p.m.  During our lunch, we gossip.  I confide my fantasy about Dan and everyone sighs and nods.  Apparently, I am not the only woman who's noticed how striking of a man he is.  Nor have they missed Dave and his creepiness.  The conversation becomes loud as we drink more and discuss Dave.  Each girl has her own story.

Samantha:  "Once Dave got behind me in the copy room and pressed his cock against my ass."  A unison of "ewwwwwwwws."

Lauren:  "I was using the restroom and Dave walked into the ladies room.  Imagine my surprise at seeing HIM in there!"  We all laugh...and yet are reviled by this.

Vanessa:  "You think that's bad?  I was working late and heard a noise in the conference room.  The door was open and I peeked in.  Dave was fucking this...this....what looked like a hooker...right there on our conference room table!"  We almost all lost our lunches then and not because of alcohol.

How many times had we all eaten on that table?  Now, every time I go in there, I will have this visual of Dave pumping some slut on the table.

Vanessa regales us with story details.  How her dress was hiked up over her hips.  How Dave's pants were around his ankles (couldn't he have the courtesy to undress?).  How he made the girl suck his cock after fucking her and how he shot his wad over this woman's face.  What really was odd, and yet perversely titillating, was how big his cock was.  Vanessa said it was and I quote, "like a fucking Budweiser Shetland."

I couldn't help myself.  "Van, they use Clydesdales not Shetlands."

"Look who knows her horse cocks," howled Vanessa.  I felt myself go red in the face as the others laughed at my knowledge and expense.

The others headed back to the office and I picked up some take-out, for Dan.  I knew he wouldn't be eating unless someone brought it to him.  God, I'd love to give him dessert.

Stay tuned for Chapter Two.

Peeping Dave Ch. 02



For those who didn't catch Chapter One, here's a brief synopsis:

I work in an office with a staff of attorneys, most of whom are desirable but one (Dave) makes my flesh crawl. There is one attorney whom I lust from afar (Dan) but so far, the only one-on-one action I've ever seen with him is working overtime on cases other than my hormonal overload.

Chapter One ended with:

During lunch, a few of us girls gather in the break room. Instead of eating in today, we decide to go to a restaurant. Since there's no manager in sight, we decide to have a teensy weensy liquid lunch. After all, it's Monday and we won't be getting out of the office until at least 8 p.m. During our lunch, we gossip. I confide my fantasy about Dan and everyone sighs and nods. Apparently, I am not the only woman who's noticed how striking of a man he is. Nor have they missed Dave and his creepiness. The conversation becomes loud as we drink more and discuss Dave. Each girl has her own story.

Samantha: "Once Dave got behind me in the copy room and pressed his cock against my ass." A unison of "ewwwwwwwws."

Lauren: "I was using the restroom and Dave walked into the ladies room. Imagine my surprise at seeing HIM in there!" We all laugh...and yet are reviled by this.

Vanessa: "You think that's bad? I was working late and heard a noise in the conference room. The door was open and I peeked in. Dave was fucking this...this....what looked like a hooker...right there on our conference room table!" We almost all lost our lunches then and not because of alcohol.

How many times had we all eaten on that table? Now, every time I go in there, I will have this visual of Dave pumping some slut on the table.

Vanessa regales us with story details. How her dress was hiked up over her hips. How Dave's pants were around his ankles (couldn't he have the courtesy to undress?). How he made the girl suck his cock after fucking her and how he shot his wad over this woman's face. What really was odd, and yet perversely titillating, was how big his cock was. Vanessa said it was and I quote, "like a fucking Budweiser Shetland."

I couldn't help myself. "Van, they use Clydesdales not Shetlands."

"Look who knows her horse cocks," howled Vanessa. I felt myself go red in the face as the others laughed at my knowledge and expense.

The others headed back to the office and I picked up some take-out, for Dan. I knew he wouldn't be eating unless someone brought it to him. God, I'd love to give him dessert.
Chapter Two

I carry Dan's meal into the office, clumsily making my way through the doors to our building. With full hands, I manage to catch a crowded elevator. I find myself stuck inside with some of the other building occupants...and Dave. I smile politely and make my way in, facing front.

Dave's behind me. He's maneuvered himself so that he's so close to me that I feel his breath on my neck. He whispers into the tendrils of hair falling lightly over my ear.

"Jen, were you bringing me something to eat? How nice of you to think of me!" And I feel his hand slip around my hip, pulling my ass against his groin. My hands are full and I don't want to create a scene in public. I ignore his double entendre, facing front, stiff lipped.

Instead of getting an icy cold clue, it just seems to attract Dave.

"Why don't you bring that to me in my office...shut the door behind you....take a nice, long, lunch." And his hand slides down my hip, reaching into my pants pocket. His fingers are probing inside my pocket, rubbing the silky pocket against my body, his fingers obviously feeling the outline of my panties.

"Bikinis. I like those. Are they silk?"

Strangely enough, as much as I want to pull away, I can't. Not only is it physically impossible to move away from Dave, but oddly enough, his hand in my pocket and the feel of his breath against my ear gives me chills....in a wonderful, sensual way.

The doors open people shuffle on and off the elevator. We're almost at our floor. I'm just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Dave grabs the string of my bikini and tugs it so hard that the panties are riding up into the cleft of my cunt. I gasp, disturbing the others.

I turn my head away from the others in the elevator and because I have full hands, all I can do is feign a coughing fit. Our floor is here. I can get off now....and not with Dave!

As I walk to my desk to settle in and gather up Dan's lunch, my panties are rubbing against my clit and I can tell that Dave's little stunt made me wet. I'll have to make a stop into the restroom to re-group before I can even give Dan his lunch.

Once in the restroom, I find that Dave didn't just give me a reverse wedgie. He literally TORE the string to my panties! They're hanging onto my body by one string on my opposite hip. Frustrated, I remove the panties and just slip my pants back on again. Once back at my desk, I toss them into my drawer to be taken home at the end of the day.

I take the lunch into Dan's office.

"I thought you might like some lunch."

"Oh Jen, that's great! You're awesome. You always think of me!" If Dan only knew...

"I just try to keep my favorite esquire happy!"

Sitting in front of Dan as he eats, I go over his schedule with him. He nods and chews. For such a brilliant legal mind, he doesn't possess computer skills. He can't negotiate his own schedule to save his life. I move around beside Dan, reaching my left arm in front of him, to move his mouse and click the cursor on the proper buttons. Dan doesn't move back fast enough....in fact, he doesn't move at all, and my breasts are rubbing against his shoulder.

I ignore my tactile blunder until I realize that Dan's not staring at his calendar. He's staring straight into my cleavage. I feel myself go red in the face, and call his attention to the screen.

"Sorry Jen. I'm just distracted...really, I am so sorry."

"Dan, that's okay. At least you're not Dave!" We both laugh and I stand upright. Everyone knows that Dave is a letch but he slides because he brings in the big clients. His revenue for the firm allows him to get away with sexual harassment in ways no one else can.

Trying not to sound like a cliche, I ask Dan what is so distracting. I didn't expect him to say "your breasts" but I also didn't expect his answer.

"It's personal Jen. It's my marriage. Things aren't going so well. Things...uh...I shouldn't be saying this. Forget it, Jen. A professional doesn't bring his problems to work with him."

Too bad Dan doesn't realize that Dave brings not just his problems to work but his hooker girlfriends.

Looking down at Dan, I say, "Dan, I tell you what. At 5 o'clock, lets knock off and head to happy hour. I'll buy." My hands on my hips as I await his answer. Admittedly, not feeling a pantyline makes me feel naughty and free.

Dan smiles at me. "I just need to call home to tell them I'll be late. I think I'd like a happy hour." With that, Dan reaches around behind me for his cell phone. It's sitting on the credenza. His arm slides, effortlessly, around my round bottom, almost in slow motion. I don't know if Dan can feel the lack of panties, but he sure isn't stopping, pulling away, or even blushing. By the time he brings his phone to his ear, I feel like I've just received a massage on my ass!

At 4:55 p.m., Dan swings by my desk, suitcoat in hand. "Lets go!"

I hurriedly shut down my computer and open my desk drawer for my purse when to my horror, my panties are there...for Dan's viewing pleasure!

"Oh shit! Uh...I guess I should explain..."

Dan laughs. "Hey, panties were never part of the job description anyway. If I got drunk tonight, I might be persuaded to leave my boxers off next time I go to court too! That would make it easier for my adversaries to kiss my ass!" We both laugh.

We make it to Hooligan's, a quaint American version of an Irish pub. The smell of dank beer permeates the bar and the floor is as sticky as an adult movie theater. We're seated in a snug, dimly lit booth where a waitress will soon visit us. The waitress introduces herself as "Wench Sinead" thus making the atmosphere even less authentic (no one uses "wench" anymore...do they?). While a piped tape of Irish folk songs blasts in our ears, Dan and I attempt to talk.

I can't really hear Dan, so I move closer. A pitcher of beer appears on our table and Dan pours 2 out. Before he can complete a full sentence, a gaggle of business men make their way into the bar and are bellowing about some successful deal they brokered. I can't even move closer to Dan because he's moved closer to me, so close, in fact, that he's bumped into me and I am all but on his lap. Neither of us moves away.

My eyes are locked onto Dan's misty grey eyes as he avoids talk of his marriage and makes small talk about work. We begin to gossip about our co-workers, culminating in a discussion about Dave. I tell him about my elevator ride with Dave today and why the panties were in my drawer. I downplay my body's obvious betrayal and up-play the bovine nature of our lovely co-worker.

"Jen, you have to be careful around Dave. He's been known to bed many of the girls in our office, only to fire them after using them."

"Dan, a man like Dave is the last man I'd want to bed!" I can hardly even say that with a straight face, and then I remember how saturated my panties were. I avert my eyes and stare at the table.

"What kind of man would you want to bed, Jen? You don't talk about a boyfriend. Do you have one?"

I'm partly offended by Dan's probing and certainly, I am at a loss for words. How can I answer that? I can't tell him that he is the kind of man I would like to bed. He is THE man I wish to make love to and spend my days beside.

With my hesitance obvious, he thinks he's overstepped his bounds. "Oh Jen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snoop. I didn't realize you were a lesbian."

"WHAT?" I loudly cry "WHAT" again and scramble for words. "Dan, my silence didn't mean THAT. There is a man I see, every day, the problem is, he does not see me. He knows I exist but not as a woman, not as a potential partner and lover. Besides, he's married."

Dan sits back...

"I'm sorry, Dan. Did I surprise you? Shock you? Offend you?"

"No, no, certainly not. I, uhhhh, I just am, well, kinda thrown off balance, that's all."

Unbeknownst to me, I had peaked Dan's interest. Apparently, he'd thought about an affair but had never acted on it. I found this all out as the pitcher drained and the hours wore on. He asked me questions like "Would you want to just sleep with this man or to fall in love?" "Could you live with being the 'other' woman?" "What if the man fell in love with you and wanted to leave his wife...what would you do?" I didn't have to scramble for answers because I knew them already. I'd already fantasized about the "what ifs" and I knew; I would love him, no matter what...I would love Dan.

Finally, we decided to call it a night. The music was loud, his cell phone kept ringing with calls from his wife (which he left unanswered), and the conversation had us both unsettled.

Dan walked me back to the office garage. As I unlocked my car door, I turned to face him and bid him goodnight and that's when he did it. He kissed me.

The world spun by in that moment. I let go of the keys and fell against Dan's body. I somehow let go of all inhibition (perhaps the beer inspired this), and gave myself over to Dan.

Our mouths pressed together tightly but not as tight as our bodies. His hands drifted to below the small of my back, settling onto my ass. His mouth opened and his tongue..god, his tongue...snaked into my mouth and sent shivers down my spine. I could feel my clit instantly swell as we kissed and all I could do was press my body against him, tighter.

I began to kiss down his throat and he interrupted me. "Jen, wait...stop."

Oh no, the moment I dreaded. He was regretting it and wanting to stop it before it could even get better.

With sorrowful eyes, I looked up at him.

"Jen, do you want this to go further...or should we stop it now? If we don't stop now, I might do something and I don't want you to hate me later. I don't want to see you at work and see you look away from me."

I took his face in my hands and pulled him to me. As we kissed, I emitted a few words. I sloppily told him that I wanted this to go further, for as long as he wanted, and continued kissing him. He stopped once more to buy us time. He quickly phoned his wife and told her that he was too drunk to drive home so he was going to stop back in the office to shower (the office has full baths for the attorneys ONLY).

He hung up, pushed my car door closed and locked it. Dan lead me back to the office, to his office. As we rode the elevator to our floor, he pulled at my blouse and slid his hand under, cupping my breasts through my bra, kissing me hard. His other hand slid down and lifted my skirt to my waist. With no panties on, he had free reign, free access. He cupped his hand over my smooth pussy and massaged. We both moaned as we kissed. Tongues dancing. My juices flowing. His cock pressing against me. It was almost too much. I could feel my clit quiver under his strumming fingers but held my orgasm at bay.

The elevator door opened and he whisked me back to his office. We left the barrister lamp on and locked the door. We kissed as he walked me backward, down onto his leather sofa.

Lying before him, my blouse undone, open, my bra revealed, my skirt up and showing all, he began to undress for me.

I never knew how magnificent Dan's body truly was. Sure, I had imagined it in my fantasies but never knew the reality. In the pale light of his desk lamp, I saw that his chest was covered in a light red chest hair. His pecs were firm. There was an absence of love handles. His stomach was not that of a 22 year old man but it was fit and fuzzy and I wanted to just sit up and kiss it.

He dropped his pants and boxers, peeled off his socks. He was completely naked. I took in every inch of him, my eyes starved and now, finally being fed. I was engrossed in his every perfection and every flaw, as he dropped to his knees, to the floor.

He had me lift my hips and pulled my skirt over my hips, my bottom now free of all encumberments. He leaned his body into mine, his furry chest to my bare pussy, and began to kiss my stomach, while pushing my blouse off my shoulders and arms. His fingers gently slid under my bra straps and lowered them. He looked so blissful. He was slow, patient, almost like he was unwrapping a gift. Pulling my bra down from my breasts, he saw my breasts and then, looked into my eyes. He moved to my face and kissed me, while his fingers unhooked the back of my bra. He tugged the bra free from between our bodies, never breaking the kiss.

I locked my legs around Dan's waist, my arms, up over his shoulders. His arms slid around me and he pulled me so tight against him that I could barely breathe. He whispered in my ear.

"Jen, if tonight ends right now, you will have given me more love right now than I have had the last few years of marriage. I want you to know that I am grateful."

I couldn't bear it. My heartstrings were being tugged. To silence him, I began to kiss his neck again, and he purred for me. His lips moved lower, down to my breasts and his urges took over again. He sucked each nipple with fervor. His tongue swirled around my nipple while inside his mouth. If he hadn't made love to his wife in a while, one thing is for sure, he remembered how and was doing it all perfectly right now.

I watched as Dan kissed a trail down my stomach and to my mound. His hands held my hips as he covered my mound in kisses. I could feel my juices dripping onto his leather sofa. I offered to place my blouse under so his sofa would not be stained from my moisture but he placed hand over my mouth and kept going. He mumbled something about seeing it tomorrow and then slid his tongue down my slit and into my pussy. If I weren't already damaging that sofa, I surely was now! I heaved and bucked as his tongue opened my full lips. He immediately slide his tongue inside me. I don't know who enjoyed it more. I was in heaven!

I felt the pads of two fingertips at the entrance of my cunt. Dan's mouth moved up and begin sucking my clit. The fingers slid inside and I immediately gripped them, pulling my body upward, semi-sitting up. His tips rubbed against my swelling g-spot and I felt that familiar warmth spread.

I began to loudly moan his name and scream obscenities of sheer, orgasmic delight as I came around Dan's fingers. He sucked harder, furiously, and curled his fingers more, sending me into wave after wave or orgasmic pleasure. As I panted, slowing my breathing, and unclenching my teeth, fists, and cunt muscles, he withdrew his fingers and looked up at me, wet chin glistening!

With his hands placed just above my knees, he moved upward. I caressed his face as it moved to mine, zeroing in for another kiss. I tasted his mouth. My juices were tangy and I sucked his chin clean. As we kissed, he rose to the couch and sat beside me, still kissing me.

I reached into his lap and started masturbating his already hard cock. His pre cum was thick and gooey and I used it to lube down his cock. The veins in his cock stood out and created little valleys for my fingertips to play along as I stroked him. I bent down and switched from sitting to kneeling. Dan's hand moved around my ass and he immediately began to pry my lips and insert fingers into my wet snatch.

I was living so many fantasies in this one moment. I bobbed up and down his cock. I was hungry. I had to open my mouth extra wide for his thick cock, careful not to clamp down in my enthusiasm and do something dangerous. My saliva ran the length of him, and mixed with his pre cum, bathed his shaft.

"Ohhhh Ggggooooodddddddddddddddd" he moaned.

He leaned back a bit more and took his fingers from my cunt to my head. He was stroking my curls and sometimes, grabbing them...even painfully...pulling in his joy. I didn't stop. I kept sucking. Sometimes I would suck just the head so I could watch his face. Other times, I barreled down his cock so he entered my throat and temporarily cut off my air supply. I'd gag and have to pull back but I never, ever stopped and he never stopped writhing under my face.

A sound from the hallway caused me to stop momentarily. I looked over my shoulder. While we had locked the door, the glass side window could not be blocked or locked. It ran the height of the wall from floor to ceiling but at this hour, we never dreamed anyone would still be working or cleaning the office.

Dan mumbled some reassurance and pushed my face back down onto his ruby colored head. Neither of us wanted to stop or to investigate the sound so I went back to my blowjob.

I salivated over his head and shaft and made sloppy sucking sounds, up and down. His hips bucked and rocked until he couldn't stand much more.

"Oh Jeeeeezzzzuuussssss... Cummmmmmmmmiiinnnnnggggggggg" he screamed. His cum rocketed into my mouth and throat. He unleashed a torrent of cream that must've been locked away for weeks or months. With no regard for my mouth, he violently shoved my face down and and spasmed, over and over, until the last drop of cum left him and entered me.

I sat up, wiping the cum that flowed from the corner of my mouth. Watching Dan's face for a sign of what to do next, his eyes were closed. His chest slowly and softly heaving, waiting to finally catch his breath. He reached for my shoulder and pulled me against him. I snuggled my cheek against his furry chest, listening to his breath, watching his cock soften and shrink.

"God Jen, that was so incredible. I mean...WOW...it's just been so long and I just never..."

I placed my finger over his lips and hushed him. He bent his face down to mine, kissed me softly.




Peeping Dave Ch. 02



"Jen, I should go home. I don't want to but I have to go."

"Okay Dan, I understand," I replied, even though I didn't want us to part ways for the night, or ever.

We both dressed and left together. The elevator ride down to the parking garage was not as before. There was no talking now, no passionate gropes. Again, Dan walked me to my car. He held me closely and thanked me before depositing me in my car.

As I drove home, I thought about the evening. I was torn. I was reveling in the dream of lovemaking with Dan and saddened by the reality, which was a bit colder and ended sooner than I wished, thanks to my lover being married.

I wondered if Dan was thinking of me as he drove home or if he'd kiss his wife tonight, knowing that it was my cunt on his breath. I wondered if he'd make love to her and think of me. And I wondered, what was that sound in the hallway...



Peeping Dave Ch. 03



For those who didn't catch Chapter Two, here's a brief synopsis:

After the awkward sexual tension Dan and I endure as co-workers, we finally were able to release the tension and make oral love in his office, during which, a noise was heard in the hallway...and neither of us stopped to investigate. After the lovemaking, reality set in and we had to go our own separate ways, leaving me to wonder about my future with Dan, his feelings toward me, and what that mysterious noise was.

Chapter Three

After a weekend of not talking to Dan, I was ready to burst when I got to work on Monday. I wasn't sure if things would still be comfortable at work, if he would regret our tryst, if he felt guilty and confessed to his wife, or if he was so thrilled by our encounter that he would not be able to wait to corner me in the copier room and have his way with me. I didn't know if things would change or remain the same.

I also didn't know what that noise in the hallway was but I resigned myself to it being a maintenance man or office cleaner. I gave it no thought over the weekend; not until now at least.

I laid the "hot" files (files/cases requiring immediate attention) on his desk for when he would arrive. I looked around the office, at the pictures of his family, him smiling with them. I saw the sofa (free of any telltale, Clintonesque signs). I paused long enough to relive our lovemaking and was rudely interrupted.

"Hey Jen, lookin' kinda dreamy eyed today? Did you have a good weekend? Did ya get some?"

Oh God, it was Dave. He must've been passing by and couldn't resist the chance to annoy me.

"Good morning Dave. I'm just dropping off the hot files." As I passed by him, he grabbed my arm and I looked him square in the face. "And Dave, my sex life is none of your business. Find someone else to harass."

He looked at me coldly. Without releasing my arm, he whispered, "You keep fucking around at the job and it'll be everyone's business. Got it?"

I tried to hide my surprise and guilt but I couldn't. I pulled free of his grasp and went for some coffee. Dave followed.

Dave stood behind me, so close that I felt his breath against my earlobe, ruffling my hair. "Look Jen, I know you have 'it' for Dan. I'm just saying that people will notice and will talk. And Jen, he can't give you what I can."

"Dave, I don't know what you're implying but I assure you that Dan is not giving me anything...and you certainly will not be either. You 'got it'?" I left the conversation and the coffee room on that note.

I passed Dan's office on my way back to my desk. I stood outside that sidelight, looking in at him as he made phone calls. He gestured for me to come in. While he spoke to his client, I sat in the chair across his desk, clutching my coffee cup and hoping for the heat of it to burn off any remnants of Dave.

Dan hung up the phone. Rather than delay the obvious, he jumped in first. "Jen, about the other night..."

Oh no, here it comes. "Thanks but no thanks." " We shouldn't have." "It was a mistake." I could just hear it all in my head.

"Jen, I thought alot about it, about you. I have not been with another woman in ages. I feel kind of bad about having to leave you as I did. Would you let me make it up to you and take you to lunch today?"

WOW! I was worried that Dan was going to immediately end something that had barely started. Instead, he wanted more; or at least lunch.

"Sure Dan. When? I'll check my calendar."

"I already checked it. I booked you and I for lunch at The Grand Hotel. I don't want you to feel obligated Jen. I know it's a hotel. We can just eat lunch. We don't have to go to a room, but if you want to, I can arrange a room."

My heart was pounding in my ears! If I wanted??? Obligated?

I looked over my shoulder at the sidelight. No one was outside so I came around to Dan's side of the desk, bent down, and kissed his handsome face.

"Dan, I'd be delighted."

He smiled his familiar smile to me. "Good, now about these cases...."

We began our work day. We spent a few hours in the conference room going over cases with the other attorneys and paralegals. I slipped my shoe off and as Dan would address issues, I would run my stocking foot up his pant leg. I even slipped my foot under the cuff of his trouser and ran my nylon clad toes over his hairy leg. We shot smirks and stares at each other. At times, I made sure to lean down so that Dan could catch a view of my cleavage, or I'd lick my lips at him when no one else seemed to notice me. I never knew what a lovely shade of crimson he could become!

By the time our group decided to have lunch, I was more than ready for dessert, and I think Dan was with me on that.

We rode in Dan's car to the hotel. His car was far nicer than mine, of course, his paycheck could finance a car like this. Mine, could not. Dan drove an SUV. The leather seats still smelled new. There was so much room that I felt as though I were riding in a limo rather than a car.

While we drove, Dan slid his hand under my skirt and up my thigh. I parted my legs as wide as I could and generously allowed him access. His palm pressed over my mound and he massaged me through my stockings and panties. I could feel myself becoming wet but we were too close to the hotel to really do anything more about this. He was teasing me and enjoying it. We drove up the circular driveway of the hotel and I turned to face front, pushing my skirt down.

Dan squired me into the dining room, his hand on my lower back, resting just above my ass. He didn't seem to mind intimately touching me in such a public place. He smiled at me and looked so proud to be there with me. His eyes were lit up and I melted in them.

During our meal, we discussed our morning and our foot play, but once lunch was done, we had to decide if we'd spend the afternoon naked or back at the office. Dan reached across the table and took my hand in his.

"Jen, the other night was great. What you did for me, with me, I..I just haven't had in so long. And tasting you was INCREDIBLE! Today, I'd like to feel you..more...I guess I'm asking if...."

Dan was really fumbling. I'm used to a smooth, confident, and sometimes uptight man, not this babbling teen of a man.

Our waiter basically interrupted Dan's failing plea. I pushed the office credit card to the waiter and then told him to arrange a room as well, courtesy of our Firm. Dan waved his approval at the waiter and within in minutes, we'd paid our meal and were handed a card key.

As soon as we were in the elevator, Dan's hand reaching behind my head and pulled me close for a kiss. His lips pressed tightly to me and his fingers played in my curls. His tongue roamed freely in my mouth and solicited many moans from me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and returned his advances. This was the Dan I knew...smooth and confident.

When our floor bell rang, we quickly exited and found the room. Once inside, we were like two teens, ready to fuck for the first time! We tore at our own clothes and then each other's. Shoes were kicked off. Pantyhose were ruined by nails that were too hurriedly trying to peel the gentle nylon down. Zippers undone. Ties unknotted and tossed across the spacious room. We were giggling as we stripped ourselves naked and practically smacked into each other as we both dove for the king size bed.

Rolling around playfully, our breathing was fast from our animalistic strip and dive. I looked into those grey eyes and knew I made the right choice. I wanted to be with this man again. Neither of us spoke. He simply rolled on top of me and began washing my body in his kisses. His lips left no spot unkissed, not my wrists, nor my eyelids. He licked and kissed and sucked his way down to my breasts, kneading them familiarly. My body was his. It responded to him and him alone.

Dan drew my nipple up into his mouth, sucking it so hard that pain danced with pleasure. When he released my nipple, it was deep red, stiff, and taut. I ran my own fingertips over it, amazed at the peak of it and Dan did the same to my other breast. He then kissed his way down to my cunt and began to skillfully ravage me. It was as though he hadn't eaten in years, or at least a few days (wink).

Dan's technique was so much better than other men I'd known. He'd cup his whole mouth over me, breathing his warm breath over my pussy. He's suckle my lips and take the time to lick up and down them. He'd open me and gaze into my womanhood like it were a book and he was studying me. He'd push back the hood and reveal my clit and then suck it so tenderly, licking it as he sucked, fingers dipping into my dampness and spreading it around my lips, slit, and ass.

Those fingers visited both my cunt, and my ass. No other man had been permitted to touch my ass but Dan was not the usual man. He ran his tongue down from my clit to my anus. His saliva mixed with my juices and he lubricated the tip of his finger. He circled my entrance and as his mouth diverted my attention, he gradually eased that fingertip into my rectum. I was so horny from his mouth and his skill that I hadn't focused on his finger. His tongue kept me lubed as he slowly and patiently fucked my ass with his finger. I looked down and watched him gaze at me. I could see in his face that he was lost in the moment and lost in my body.

He then slid his thumb inside my pussy and began working me in both holes. His mouth was clamped down on my clit and with both fingers undulating inside me, it was only a matter of time before all 3 culminated in an orgasm for me.

My orgasm came hard and intense. I almost cramped as I felt the wave roll over me. My pussy gripped at his thumb, my hands pushed as Dan's head, ripping at his hair and grasping. With each throe, I thrashed under Dan's mouth, halfway sitting up at times. My moans were even foreign to me. They were beyond human...they, and Dan, were out of this world.

My cunt gushed down around Dan's thumb, hand, and my ass. His finger slid more easily with my juices lubing it. He withdrew his fingers and began to suck my juices clean. Once clean, he ventured up the bed and up my body.

Dan's chin was drenched in cum. I quickly reached for him and sucked his chin and jaw clean. Resting on his hands, he slipped his cock between my legs and rolled it against me, hips wiggling side to side as his head teased at me. My upper body sat up and I kissed his throat, his furry pecs. I pulled my knees back, body curled into the crunch position, and Dan slid his shaft inside.

Dear God...that was it. That long cock. That bulbous head. The engorged veins. Pre-cum. All of it....all of it was inside me and was fucking me now! His thrusts were so deep and so passionate that our mattress banged against the headboard and that, in turn, banged against the wall. The creaking sounds of the mattress, the banging, the smell of raw sex, and the feel of that cock inside me made my cunt tighten around him and milk his cock!

I looked up and saw Dan's face contort. His teeth were gnashing and his brows were knitted, eyes closed. I felt the swell of his cock inside me and his body tensing. It was happening. A rush of cum invaded my womb, then another...and another... He slowly opened his eyes and smiled at me. His cock was still hard inside me so I ran my fingers up his back and positioned myself to kiss his chest and throat.

"Don't stop yet. Stay inside me." I cooed.

He slid his hand under my head and pulled my face up to his. Kissing me deeply, his tongue penetrated my mouth the way his cock just fucked my pussy. I savored the taste of my pussy on his tongue and sucked it like a small cock. With every suck, my muscles clenched down around him and he matched my grip with newfound blood flow. His cock began to fill and expand inside me again.

Dan rolled us over so I could mount him this time. His cock was so long, so lovely, that he remained inside me during the move. Once I was on top, I sat up fully. His cock impaled me. He looked up at me, longingly. Slowly, I ran my fingertips through his chest hair, caressing his nipples and pecs. I began to buck on his cock...at first, slowly, a rhythmic movement back and forth. The more I bucked, the more I wanted to fuck him HARD! Each thrust encouraged a deeper, harder thrust and Dan did NOT seem to mind. I found myself making the same faces as I rode my lover. I quickened my pace, moving up and down, back and forth. I would tease him and slide up to his head, almost off his cock, and his hands would push me down on him again, ramming his cock home! Each bounce made his balls slap my ass. Each bounce made my tits sway.

Dan pulled me down so my nipples were above his hungry mouth. He took turns sucking each one. He'd draw each one in and suck until they were so hard, so pointed, that I thought they couldn't swell anymore, but they always did. My body couldn't help but respond to him. As he suckled me, I felt my clit rub along his shaft. He pumped his hips upward and massaged my clit with every stroke. The man knew what he was doing and once again, I was about to cum for him.

The second orgasm felt like a seizure. I came so violently that I couldn't even speak. I just racked myself on his dick. My nipple pulled free of his lips as I arched and thrashed. I felt myself cum down his cock in what had to be a river of womanly ejaculation. When I opened my eyes and looked at our genitals, his pubes were drenched and even my thighs were sopping. For the first time in my life, I came like those women I read about in magazines...

I slid off Dan's cock and moved to between his thighs. A quick trail of kisses led me to his soft, wet, very pink cock. I began to suck and lick my juices from him when he turned to the clock-radio on the nightstand.

"Uh oh, we're late!" Dan's voice had a panicked tone to it and I looked up. We'd already taken an extended lunch hour and thanks to clients, we couldn't continue this dessert.

We hurriedly dressed. Since my stockings were ruined in the heat of the moment, I had to go back to work without them, something that would cause Dave's eyebrows to raise later.

Before we exited our Room de Bliss, Dan pulled me to him and kissed me. His hand caressed my cheek as he looked into my eyes.

"If we don't watch ourselves, we might just have to fall in love" he said. That was music to my ears!

The ride back to our office, I could feel his juices puddling in my panties. We held hands in the car. We kissed until we got back to the office parking lot. I was becoming smitten, that's for sure!

We stepped into our office and it was business as usual. The phones were ringing. The receptionist greeted us with several messages. The clients were sitting in meeting rooms awaiting their champions. I scampered past them all, back to my desk, feeling my lover's seed between my lips as I walked.

And then, just when my day didn't seem like it could go wrong, there was Dave.

I was locking my purse in my desk drawer when he spied me. He was quick to notice my bare legs. In my haste to avoid him and his weird stare, I knocked a file off my desk and he squatted down to grab it. It might've been a chivalrous gesture had he not ran the back of his hand all the way up my calf.

"Smooth legs Jen. I wonder what else is smooth..eh?"

I could feel the repulsion begin in my stomach. "You won't ever find out Dave, that's for sure."

"Oh, I think I already know" he said. He sneered at me and then moved behind my chair. He pressed that stubbly face of his to my ear and began to recount the activities of my first night with Dan, at the office.

"Yes, that's right Jen, I was here. I saw it all. I know you don't think much of me but I came in to tie up some loose ends and I heard you and Dan come in after your drinkfest. I watched as he ate your lush, smooth pussy. And I watched as you sucked him off. I even pulled out my dick and jerked it as you sucked him. Do you like that? Do you like knowing that while you were sucking the boss, I was yanking my cock over you?"

I was both repulsed and aroused. I'd never been seen before, that I know of. I am not the type to give a voyeur a show. Knowing that he was watching Dan and I that night excited me. It was strange. I couldn't comprehend it. I also couldn't stop my nipples from practically bursting through my bra as he told me more.

Dave was very astute (which explains why he was such a skilled litigator). While he made the whole office uncomfortable, no one could say he was inept. He notice my nipples and as he gave me a "blow-by-blow" of my night with Dan, his hand began to roam up my thigh and under my skirt. His hands were surprisingly soft. My nipples began to ache. Dan's cum began to flow more readily from my loins and I feared I'd have a mess on my skirt soon.

"I need to go. I have to use the restroom. Uh...I have to go" I nervously told Dave. I sprung from my chair in such a rush that I knocked him backward. His hovering over my shoulder got him a bloody nose!

"Oh shit Dave, I'm so sorry." I reached for a tissue but there weren't any left in the box on my desk. As he held his head upward and pinched his nose, I led him to the "Attorneys Only" lounge. He followed me like a wounded puppy. Once inside and unbeknownst to me, he locked the door with his free hand. I wadded up some toilet paper and held it to his bloody nose, applying pressure, and then I felt it.

Without missing a beat, Dave took that opportunity to molest me. He slid his free hand under my skirt and so deftly under my panties that even I could not believe it. His fingers fumbled around in the fluids of his co-worker.

"Yeah, you're wet Jen. I wonder what this tastes like. I wonder whose it is." I pinched his nose harder.

"Owww" he cried. But that didn't stop Dave and much to my shame, I didn't want him to stop. All that time with Dan, I was just so hopped up. I could've spent my whole day fucking him. Now I found myself locked in a luxurious lounge with the office pervert, Dave, whom I wounded, and his fingers were fucking my wet snatch...and it felt deliciously good!

He pryed my pussy. His fingers curled and as he fucked me, his whole body would pump vicariously. I could barely hold the tissue to his nose. I forgot his wound and apparently, he did too. When I let the tissue go, the bleeding was already stopped. With just a trace of crimson on his upper lip, he pressed his stubbly face to my throat and began kissing and sucking. I found myself pressed against the marble countertop, head thrown back, throat arched, nipples hard, and pussy so slick that it was begging to be fucked again!

Dave pulled my blouse from my skirt and clumsily pushed the fabric and my bra cup over my tit. His mouth mauled my tit. His fingers ravaged my tunnel. His moans were heated, guttural. My own moans were beginning to surface as he slid to his knees. He took his fingers from my pussy and pushed my skirt up. I looked down at him. I was confused. I wanted to push him away and run...and I wanted to pull his nasty face into my cunt, my cum filled cunt from his co-worker, and make Dave eat me. I didn't need to push his face in -- he did it himself.

As I held the cold, marble counter's edge, clothes disheveled, the office whoremonger pushed my soaking panties aside and sealed his mouth over my used pussy and lapped at the juices of another man. He didn't even seem to care. He had to have tasted it. He had to know it was sperm. My head spun out of control. I let him have me. I let him tongue my hole and scoop out the cum of my other lover. I slid my hand down to his hair and pushed against his face. If I was going to be the office slut, I may as well enjoy it.

I began to fuck his face with my cunt. I held his mouth so close that his nostrils could barely take in air. He'd gasp but it didn't stop him. He lashed at me over and over and I could feel another orgasm coming on.




Peeping Dave Ch. 03



"That's it Jen. Cum on my face Baby. You little slut, you! Making me suck Dan's cum out of your sweet pussy. I'm gonna have to fuck you and put some of my own cum in that nasty cunt of yours." He knew it. He knew I had let Dan fuck me and he didn't mind cleaning up, or sloppy seconds. In fact, I think he liked it!

As soon as I came, he spun me around and he stood up. I heard his zipper go down and his pants dropped in record speed. The soft glow of the lights around the mirror made my skin look flawless. His hand slid over my hip, pushing my skirt up around my waist, and he bent me forward, sliding his cock into my slit. It was true. He really was hung!

Dave had a magnificent cock. The kind most men tell stories about, fueled by jealousy. His length actually hurt at first. Sensing my discomfort, he pulled back and slowly worked it into me, inch by inch, murmuring to me as he penetrated me. There was NO WAY I was missing out on feeling every inch of him and I don't think he wanted to miss out filling my hot cunt with his big cock either!

He looked over my shoulder and watched us as he fucked me. His big hands moved from my hips to my tits to my clit and back again. He had free reign to do anything to me and he knew it. He prodded me. He bit at my skin. He pulled at my clothing. His fingers left red marks where they'd been. This sex was completely loveless yet it felt incredible. I had such disdain for him and now, I only felt lust...and the swell of his dick in me.

I begged Dave to cum but he refused. I knew my phone would be ringing and there'd be work to do. I had already missed work thanks to my long lunch with the man who held my heart. Now I was missing more work thanks to a man who was holding my tit in his hand and massaging it like he'd never seen one before.

"Please Dave...please cum" I moaned.

"Oh, you like old Dave now, don't you, Slut? You like this cock in you, don't you?"

I couldn't help it. I did like his cock in me. Truth is, everything about him was large...his ego, his arrogance, his hands, his cock...and I was savoring at least the latter.

"God yes Dave. YES I like it" I hissed. "Do it. I need to get back to work. Fuckin' cum in me NOWwwwww" I demanded.

Instead, he pulled out. I turned to face him. I dropped to my knees thinking he wanted to cum in my mouth but he stopped me. For the first time ever, he gently touched me. His fingers traced down my cheekbone and under my chin, tipping my face up toward his.

"Don't Jen. Not yet. Not now. C'mon. We both have work to do." And with that, he helped me up and we began to dress. I shook the wrinkles from my skirt, tucked in my blouse. I opened the door and looked around before exiting. This time, Dave didn't follow...



Peeping Dave Ch. 04



For those of you who didn't catch Chapter 3, here's a brief synopsis:

Jen and her married lover, Dan, have begun their affair. The office slime ball and peeper, Dave, knows of their affair and is looking to get a piece of Jen for himself, by blackmailing her. Jen's conflicted now. She's got to keep her affair with Dan private so neither will be fired yet she doesn't want to surrender to Dave, the peeping sleaze bag. To further complicate her emotions, Dave's sexual skills, lack of conscience, and raw lust actually appeal to the darker, whore side of her and make her want more of him.

Dave's just taken his first liberty with her in the company restroom as we begin:

*

I went back to my desk, trying to hide my shame. Surely the smell of my drenched panties gave me away and if not, the rosy blush of sex that covered my face, throat, and chest would.

I saw Dave walk past my cubicle, glancing back at me as he passed. The glance wasn't like before; it wasn't lewd..it was knowing. Or perhaps I was just looking at him in a different light now.

I began the afternoon's tasks but couldn't forget what had just happened. My panties were so wet that I might as well throw them out. They weren't serving any purpose other than as a sponge. I quickly jotted to the ladies' room and grabbed a stall. I pulled the panties off and before disposing of them, I lifted them to my nose and breathed in the scent of Dan's cum and my juices. My mind began to drift as I thought of all the cock I'd had today and how good it all felt. Instead of tossing out my expensive, Victoria's Secret panties, I decided to leave them as a gift for my new lover...not Dan, but Dave. There's no way a married man like Dan could keep a memento such as this so why waste it on him?

With panties wadded in hand, I marched into Dave's office. He was sitting at his desk, office door open. He looked up as I entered the small office and sat there silently. I closed the door behind me, walked over to his desk with the sleek moves of a runway model, took his hand in mine, and pressed my saturated, sex filled panties into his palm. He smiled at me and graciously accepted them, placing them into his drawer. I knew full well that if Dave wanted, he could use those against me later. He could expose my infidelity to Dan or file a sexual harassment charge against me with our office practice. Worse, he could expose my affair with Dan to the senior partners, which would get Dan or I fired, but I didn't care. What he'd just done to me in that restroom made me feel so dirty and yet so strangely liberated that I wanted to see what else Dave might have in store for me. It was worth the risks!

I turned to leave but then paused. Before opening his door, I invited Dave to dinner at my apartment that night, and he accepted.

Knowing I didn't have much time to prepare a full course meal, I stopped by the store, sans panties, to pick up a few things for dinner. I wasn't sure that we'd even eat dinner but I was hoping that someone would be eating someone else before the date ended. As I strolled through the aisles, my private knowlege that I was not wearing panties made me feel delightfully naughty. I caught myself gazing at stock boys who were still in high school and smiling at managers who obviously had daughters my age. I wanted to fuck everyone! I relived my day in my mind and my juices began to flow...literally. I would be in my shower before I realized that I'd forgotten to pick up dessert.

Later that evening at my apartment

The candles were lit on the table. The food was heating in the oven. The doorbell rang at precisely 7:30 p.m., right on time. Before I answered my door, I checked myself in the mirror. My black crepe dress clung to all the right curves. Cleavage began where the dress dipped down yet didn't reveal everything. My silk stockings were run-free (unlike those I'd worn earlier in the day when Dan had fucked me at the hotel). And the black lace panties I'd once bought for a special evening with Dan, were now adorning my smooth pussy for Dave.

I smoothed my hair, smiled my broadest smile, and answered the door. Dave stood there in jeans and a crisp white, button-down oxford, flowers in one hand, a small gift box with a lovely purple coiled ribbon, and a smile to match mine. His eyes sparkled as he ran them over my body (he loved to undress all the women at the office with his eyes and you could just feel his stare as though it were hands mauling your clothing from your limbs). He leaned in and almost boyishly, kissed my cheek. He handed me the flowers and the gift.

"Hello Jen. Nice to see you again. These (the flowers) are for now and this (the box) is for later."

"Hi Dave. Thanks for coming." We both giggled at my unintentional pun and I let him inside.

Dave smelled wonderful. I could tell he'd showered since work and a hint of Irish Spring hung in the air as his lips brushed my cheek. I was dying to open my gift now but I held back and placed the gift on my kitchen counter.

We chatted as I retrieved dinner from my oven and he placed the flowers in a vase. I was surprised by his conversational abilities and newfound manners. His courtroom skill was well known around the office but thanks to his lecherous conduct, I had no idea that he was well-traveled, well educated, and lets not forget, HUNG! I was impressed in more ways than one by this formerly disgusting man. And I knew that if the girls at work found out about this side of Dave, I'd either be laughed out of the office coffee pool or forced into competition for his big cock. I found myself enjoying his company and reveling in the memory of the sex he'd given me earlier.

The conversation flowed as smoothly as the wine during our meal and I couldn't resist kicking off my stiletto under the table and running my silk-encased toes up his leg. I could not get over how witty and charming Dave could be, especially after the things he'd said to me, the panties he ruined, and the way he'd fucked me this afternoon. This must be how he lured so many other women into bed (at least those he didn't pay)...this lounge lizard lawyer was cleaned up nicely. I don't know when or how he went from that annoying, creepy man at work to this helpful, engaging man in my apartment but I wanted to know more and lets face it, the man was making me incredibly HORNY!

After dinner, we took our wine to the living room. I'd put on some light jazz, kicked off both stilettos, and curled my legs under me as I looked into his eyes and hung on his every word.

At one point, I had to stop Dave to apologize for not remembering to pick up dessert. "I'm sorry Dave, I meant to get something truly decadent but I was in a hurry." Dave didn't need to know that I was not as much in a hurry at the store as I was mentally fucking the whole store staff and simply found myself thinking with my cunt instead of my brain.

"That's fine Jen. The something decadent that I want doesn't come from a store," he said as he ran his fingertips up my thigh, pushing my hem far above my knee, "I'd like to give you dessert." I could've blamed the wine but after my time with Dave in the attorney restroom, I knew it was my own lust that made me say "Yes Dave, I think I'd like that...quite a bit." My love for my married Dan seemed to be curbed by the anticipation of another tryst with Dave.

Dave took my glass and placed it on the coffee table with his. He moved closer and leaned in to kiss me. I slid my palm to his cheek and ran my fingers back into his hair, bringing his face closer to mine. Our mouths opened and fit like a puzzle. Our tongues darted and danced as though they'd known each other for years. I moaned into his mouth as he caressed my thigh and reached his hand under my ass cheek, pulling me up onto his lap. Our kiss never broke as I straddled his lap. My dress was hiked up past my thighs, the panties sneaking out below my hem. Dave picked me up and carried me, still kissing me, into my bedroom.

My legs slid down his body until my feet touched the floor. His hands ripped at the zipper of my dress, almost tearing it (the man had no respect for anything I wore). He pulled the dress from my shoulders, sucking and biting at my throat and shoulders. I felt devoured and LOVED it!

I was pulling at the buttons of his shirt, frantically, but couldn't open it as fast as my dress could be unzipped. As his mouth bolted for my tits and he sucked my nipple hard into his mouth, I gave up unbuttoning and just tore the damn shirt open, pushing it off his shoulders and down his arms, to the floor.

Holding his face to my breast as I moved backward to my bed, I pulled him down onto the bed, on top of me. He broke the suck long enough to pull my panties off, spread my legs violently, and to dive down into my cunt. This time, my cunt was clean and unused. He lashed at me as though he'd been starved. I slid my hands into his hair and grinded against his face, humping and thrashing under his tongue, his lips.

"Oh fuck Dave!!!!!!" I screamed!

I could feel the orgasm welling up faster than I'd ever imagined. I pushed his face down into me and pussy fucked his mouth. I could feel a gush of fluid leave me and his tongue darting around to catch every droplet.

With a glazed chin, Dave wasted no time in crawling up my body and pushing his dick into my wet cunt. His hand slid under my head and he pulled my face up to his for a sloppy kiss. His other hand moved from his cock, which was now stretching the limits of my tight pussy, to my breast, groping and plying it!

His tongue ravaged my mouth. I felt powerless under him and surrendering to him felt so fucking good! I allowed him to pummel me with his cock and his tongue, his hands to travel anywhere he wanted. I sucked his tongue and would bite at his neck and shoulders, pulling his body down onto mine, deeper, burying him into me! He moved up onto his hands and pumped. I sat up slightly and bit at his nipples, pulling them with my teeth. He had amazing strength as he held himself on one hand and pulled my face into his chest, smothering me against him. His grunts filled the room and the smell of our sex perfumed our flesh and my sheets.

I pulled his face down to mine for a hungry, pussy scented kiss and rolled us over so I could ride his dick. I kissed him a few seconds longer then sat straight up on his huge cock. A sharp pain rushed thru my lower body as though I were being impaled. I moved up and readjusted until I could take every inch of that cock. Bracing myself on his chest, I rode him hard and fast. My back arched, head thrown back, hair mussed, I felt like a beautiful virgin from some romance novel who discovered her first cock and wanted MORE. I wildly thrashed around on him, forgetting he was there and just using his cock to rub all the walls of my cunt. Dave didn't seem to mind. His grunts seemed evidence of his pleasure. I could feel my juices pooling down around the base of his cock. Each little buck I gave smeared our juices over his pubes and balls.

Through gritted teeth, I asked, "Are you ready now Dave? Will you cum tonight?"

"Not yet..." and he moaned.

Lifting me off his cock, he quickly moved to his knees. One hand on the back of my head, he pushed my face down to his wet, thick cock. "Suck it Jen!" As if I had a choice? His hand forced me there and again, I felt myself again wanting to submit and be his cock hungry slut. I loved how forceful he was, how passionate.

I eagerly swallowed as much of his cock as I could. I was on hands and knees, ass in the air. His hand pulled at my hair, guiding me by the fistful of hair while his other hand slapped playfully at my ass and rubbed the sting into my skin. A swat, a rub, a thrust, a gag - I was in cock-sucking heaven!

I couldn't take the time to do all the things I normally would in a blowjob. There were no little kisses, no licks, no teasing. It was hardcore pumping and throat fucking. My breath would be cut short when his cock stuffed my throat, silencing any protest I might make. I gagged a few times and he pulled me off his dick long enough for me to breathe normally, then pushed me down again.

"I'll teach you to suck that cock without gagging," he promised. I was more of a willing student than he realized. I planned on sucking that horse-sized cock again and again until it was as much of a slave to me as I to it.

Dave turned me around and faced me into my mirror. In a doggy position, he slide his cock back inside. Hands on my hips, he began a steady pattern of thrusting. It could've been any woman's cunt he was banging. I knew this was for his pleasure now and that pleased me. I grabbed at my sheets and watched him in my mirror. His face contorted as he rammed into me. His chest and arms buffed up as his muscles pulled my lower body down onto his cock. The light from the other rooms streamed into my bedroom and I could tell he had a sex flush spreading over his chest.

I felt his cock swell in me and the grunt of "uuunnnngggggghhhhhhhhhh" as his body stopped moving but a warm stream of cum flooded into my womb. When the final drop left him, and his cock went down a bit, he leaned down, kissed my shoulder blade, and slowly pulled out of me. Dave rolled over next to me and stroked my cheek as I remained on my hands and knees. His face was damp with sweat. He was silent as he tenderly touched my face and played with my hair.

I moved into the crook of his arm and snuggled into Dave. I slid my arm over his chest and listened to his heart beat. Neither of us spoke. At some point, we fell into a post-coital slumber. In the morning, I awoke alone. I wasn't really surprised that he'd left but it was disappointing. This man was getting to me, or at least his cock was! He wasn't as tender as my married Dan but he sure knew how to shake me to core.

Since it was the weekend, I lounged around a bit before heading to the shower. While getting coffee, I noticed the unopened gift box on the counter. I undid the pretty ribbon. Inside the box were my panties from the previous day...full of dried sperm, wadded and used. Dave had cum after all that previous day!

I was disappointed that Dave didn't stay through until morning. I was even more disappointed that he didn't leave me a note or voicemail. His gift made me smile (he held off cumming in the office but couldn't hold off once he took those panties out of my hand) but it wasn't the same as having him there to see me open the gift.

I started a pot of coffee and picked up my newspaper from my front porch, forgetting to lock the door. I leisurely drank a cup and read the first few pages. I dragged my body from the morning paper and coffee and went into my bathroom to shower.

I turned on the shower and slipped inside. I couldn't hear my front door open with the water pelting me. I rubbed soap over my body, imagining the hands of my two lovers on me. When my hands brushed softly over my erect nipples, it was Dan's hands. When my hands slid between my folds, it was Dave's hands. My eyes were closed as I explored my body. I was too sore from the previous day's sex to masturbate but I enjoyed the sensation of every caress and held each touch a little longer than usual, as my mind bounced between the men I longed to fuck again and again.

I rinsed, turned off the shower, and opened my steam covered glass door to see Dave there, sitting against my counter and smiling at me.

"Oh my God! You scared the hell out of me!" I yelled.

"Hmmm, you look the same to me," he said as he laughed.

"Do you always watch people?"

"I have been known to enjoy watching others, at home or at work." A look of glee danced across his face.

"Yes, I know. You have a reputation for being a peeping Dave."

I wasn't sure if I should be upset or laugh. I knew he was alluding to the office fuck Dan and I had that one evening. I wrapped the thick towel around my body and began brushing my teeth as Dave moved behind me (a position he seemed to like). He kissed over my shoulder and neck.

"I see you opened my gift. Did you like it, Jen?"

I bent down to spit out the toothpaste.

"That bad? I thought you would've enjoyed knowing I used them to jerk off before I came to see you."

I rinsed my mouth, turned, and faced Dave.

"I loved knowing that you used them."

Dave lifted me onto my sink counter. His hands slid over my outer thighs, rubbing my skin in small circles with his thumbs. He kissed along my throat and over my chest, careful to not open the towel. My knees instinctively parted and he pushed himself between my thighs. His kisses deepened into sucks of my clean flesh.

"Did you smell them first, Dave?"

"Oh yes," he moaned between sucks. His hands easily undoing the towel. His mouth moving down my breasts. I leaned my head back against my mirror, back arching. Hands bracing on the counter.

"Did you suck them?"

"Mmmm hmmm" was all he said as his mouth moved over my nipple.

I couldn't stop myself from cooing out an "Oh God" as he suckled me. I reached to undo his shirt and push it off his shoulders. Dave undid his pants and stepped out of them without ever breaking his suck. He slid his boxers off and I could see his hard cock. He pulled me from the counter, onto his cock, holding me on him and carried me back into my shower.

I turned the shower on as Dave supported me. We kissed as he lifted me on him, moving me up and down his body. He pressed my back against the glass and pumped. Water streamed down his back and over his shoulder. At times, our kiss would become even wetter from the shower water but it didn't stop us.

He hoisted me up and down on his cock. I felt so weightless and sexy. I kissed his throat, his chest. I wanted so badly to suck his cock. I lifted myself and he helped me stand. With my sea sponge, I lathered Dave's body and washed him like a servant girl. I carefully bathed his hard cock. I faced him away from me and cleansed his back, his ass cheeks, and ran a soapy finger down into his ass crack, causing him to push back against my finger. The water ran over him and washed the suds away and he turned to face me again, but I knelt down before he could look into my eyes.

His cock swayed with his turn but settled directly in front of my face. I opened my mouth and took him. I heard a muffled grunt through the steady drizzle of water. He wasted no time in positioning his feet apart and gently thrusting. I slid my hands up and down his squeaky clean thighs and hips. When I looked up, Dave's hands were flat against the shower wall and his body towered over me. I kept sucking and licking and he kept rocking and humping until his cock shot hot, fresh cum into my freshly brushed mouth. I kept sucking until I felt him soften in my mouth. Dave pulled back into the flow of water and let it run down his chest and stomach as I stood up.

With fresh semen and toothpaste on my breath, Dave hungrily kissed me and bid me a "good morning."

With both of us clean, we dressed and headed out for some lunch. We spent our day at flea markets and yard sales. As the day wound down, I wasn't sure what to expect. Would Dave spend tonight too? Did he want to go but felt obligated to hang out with me? Would he even talk to me on Monday? And how would I face Dan after my weekend with Dave?

Finally, dinner time approached and I had to ask Dave his plans.

Dave told me he wanted to spend the weekend with me. He had planned to attend a new club opening but wasn't sure it would be to my liking so he offered to just watch videos with me at my apartment or take me back to his.

"What kind of club is it, Dave?"

"Jen, I'm not sure it's something you'd like. It's a fetish club. I attend certain functions and through my circles, I heard about this..."

"Certain functions? Fetish club? Would I have to wear anything special?" I smiled wickedly at Dave.




Peeping Dave Ch. 04



"Well, if I had my way, you'd be naked, but sure, you can wear something...special...if you let me pick it," he laughed.

I wasn't sure what he had in mind until we arrived at a BDSM type store. Dave seemed to know his way around. He nodded at the clerk as though he knew her, and perhaps he did. He lead me straight back to the vinyl wear. Dave looked my body over and without asking a size, he pulled a shiny vinyl halter bra and some matching side-zip shorts (whose crotch was velcro'd closed) from the rack.

The makeshift dressing room was comprised of three thin sheets of fabric along a back wall of mirrors. If you looked, you could see who was changing next to you and what they were doing (he hem). Given the sheerness of the curtains, I don't know why I bothered to close the front panel! However, when I opened it, Dave's face lit up like a groom seeing his bride on the wedding day.

"FUCK Baby! That's HOT!"

"You like?" I asked coyly.

"ME? Everyone will like!"

Hmmm....."everyone?" Was Dave planning on sharing me?

I just smiled and unzipped the shorts, showing him my bare hip and luring him into the excuse of a dressing room. He ran his hands over my vinyl, cartoonish tits and tore at the velcro crotch, ripping the shorts from me.

Before we could go further, the clerk pulled the curtain aside.

"Hey, if you're gonna do that, you HAVE to buy the gear. We can't sell it after you fuck in it. Got it?"

We composed ourselves and agreed to buy what I was wearing...or not wearing.

We drove back to Dave's apartment so he could change. I took a moment to touch up my make-up. Dave leaned over my shoulder and told me to apply more...he wanted me to look like his personal whore tonight. I applied red lipstick and watched in the mirror as he put on a thong barely large enough to fit his manhood. He then slid chaps over the thong, ass cheeks proudly hanging out. I almost laughed at the "Village People" look he sported but once I got to the club, it was obvious where he got his style tips. He went shirtless but at least spared me the cowboy hat (which would've made me laugh and that's not something most men enjoy).

Dave held my hand and lead me through the club. Everything was exaggerated. The music was blaring. The make-up was beyond heavy. It was pure drag queen, and that was the women! The men were mostly buff and mostly gay, but eye candy nonetheless. The floor was sticky from spilled drinks and who knows what else. The lighting was dark but strobe lights and disco balls would pierce the darkness enough for me to see that people were doing something that resembled fucking - fucking on the dance floor, in booths, on tables, and anywhere there was an unoccupied space.

The dance floor was huge yet it was crowded. Dave lead me out to the floor and we began our grind. Without warning or invitation, a body was behind me, pushing against my ass. Hands were sliding over my hips, sides, and up over my vinyl tits. I looked at Dave, who was laughing, and decided to 'go with it.'

I recognized the hands as female. I ran my hands over the mystery woman's hands, clutching them to my breasts while smiling at Dave. I pushed my ass into her abdomen and felt her mouth on my throat, trailing kisses down my neck. I'd never experienced a woman's touch before, not like this. I don't know if it was Dave's approval and encouragement or if it was simply sheer lust, but I loved being touched and I loved being so unabashedly whorish!

Her body undulated in rhythm with mine. Her breasts barely poked my back so I guessed they were smaller than mine. I raised my arms over my head and wrapped them around her neck. I tilted my face at an angle and kissed her chin. I couldn't stand not knowing who was teasing me so I turned to face her.

A redhead with a mane full of Barbarella hair was staring me in the eye. Her breasts were smaller but they were simply enviable for all their perkiness. Her fair skin almost fluoresced in the ever-changing lighting. She wore babydoll jammies that were filmy and ultimately, transparent. Her small, pink nipples stood out and I wanted to just devour them! I tried not to stare but her panties were also filmy and it was obvious that she trimmed her naturally red bush to a lovely, short, and neatly kept triangle.

We took turns pulling each other to the other, rubbing our hands over each other's bodies, and even kissing. I'd never kissed a woman like that before. This wasn't the standard holiday familial kiss. Nor was it the kiss of a man. Her lips were soft and her breath was sweet. Our kiss felt like forever. Her tongue slid into my mouth so effortlessly. I didn't even think to stop her. I wanted her kiss. I wanted her hands on me. I wanted my hands on her. And I was beginning to want more.

At some point during my bump-n-grind with her, I opened my eyes and realized that I'd forgotten about Dave. I looked around and saw him standing at a tall bar table, drinking and watching us. His thong was barely covering his obvious erection (I think it was his chaps waistband that kept him contained).

My new friend, Angeline, invited me to a "more private room." As we passed Dave, I tried to take his hand but she pulled me away and he didn't attempt to move. He simply allowed her to take me away.

She lead me to a relatively dimly lit room with mattresses from wall to wall. Before we could enter, we were given a clean sheet to place on the mattress. Inside the room, couples were making love. There were hetero couples, gay couples, groups. The room was full of moans, grunts, sighs, and screams of pleasure. The heady smell of cum and pussy was too strong to ignore.

We laid our sheet onto an available mattress and kneeled down on it, watching the activity around us.

"Have you ever been to a place like this before?" she asked.

"No. This is my first time. My friend, Dave..." I started to say but she cut me off by placing her slender finger against my full lips.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

I suddenly felt behind the times. Not even in college had I ever considered sex with a woman.

I sheepishly answered, "No."

She smiled brightly at me. "Oh baby, just you let me take care of you tonight!" And with that, Angeline began undressing me. She unhooked my halter bra and lifted if from my breasts, smiling down on them, obviously pleased with her choice of lover. She pushed me down onto the mattress and unzipped my shorts, peeling the velcro apart noisily and opening the shorts like they were wrapping paper on a gift. As she slid her hands over my flesh, my mind was reeling. I looked around and watched the other couples sucking and fucking without notice of me. This simply felt surreal.

With me naked, she straddled my body and skillfully laced kisses over my shoulders and down my breasts. She pushed my mounds together and sucked at my fleshy orbs, her face moving from left to right, right to left, as though she couldn't choose a breast. At times, she'd part my breasts and lay her tongue flat against my breastbone, lapping between the valley of tit! Her breasts would rub against my body as she licked and her nipples felt like velvet covered pebbles against my abdomen. Her small hands squeezed over my breasts and mushed them around. Though her hands lacked strength, she knew how to apply pressure and make me moan! I looked around the room again, thinking that my sounds were disturbing others but no one seemed to notice or care. All I could do was arch my back, moan, succumb.

Her beautiful read hair fell over her shoulders as she kissed down my stomach. I watched as she moved between my thighs and shuddered in pure delight as I felt a woman's mouth on my cunt for the very first time. She wasted no time running her tongue up and down my inner lips. Her soft hands moved my hood, my lips, whatever stood in her way so her tongue could wrap itself around my clit or dance along my folds. I reached into her hair instinctively and pulled gently. My hips lifted and softly humped against her mouth. She slid her tongue deep into my cunt and I gasped so loudly that the couple next to us looked over and smiled, never breaking their stride.

Her heart-shaped ass rose in the air as her face lost itself in my sex. She worked me into a wet frenzy with just her tongue and I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I also knew that even though I'd never tasted a woman before, this was the moment...she was the ONE.

I raised up on my elbows, watching her head bob in my pussy. I slid her hair aside to see her pretty face and she'd smile at me through licks and sucks.

"I want to cum, Angeline."

She moved her glazed chin up to my face long enough to kiss me. "Then do it."

She moved her head back to my sex and I laid back long enough to feel my clit swell and my inner walls imploding on themselves into a fucking AMAZING orgasm! I felt myself gush and before I could feel self-conscious, she quickly sucked and licked every drop. I shuddered in small orgasmic after shocks while she continued to softly lick my clit, my lips, up over my mons, resting her body on top of mine.

My legs instinctively wrapped around her though she had no cock to place inside me. We rolled our bodies together, dry humping, pressing her still clad pussy against my nude pussy.

I giggled and pulled at her top. "We NEED to get these things OFF you!"

Her blue eyes lit up as I pushed her babydoll top off. She was kneeling over me. I slid my thumbs over the elastic of her panties, then under the filmy triangle. I felt another woman's pubic hair for the first time. She knew it was my first time and she was incredibly patient as I explored every wonderfully female thing about her. My thumbs rubbed at her velvety soft bush. I sat up partly and kissed at her slender abdoment and between her small breasts. I kissed the over the small fleshy mounds, flicking with my tongue, sucking softly, exploring. When I finally got to her nipples, they were so hard they felt like tiny pebbles under my tongue. They deepened from a baby pink to a lovely rose color. They seemed to ache under my tongue!

Her hands slid down my spine and up into my dark hair. She held me close, smothering me in her delightful tits. She begged me to bite. I feared hurting her but her nails dug into my back and I knew she truly wanted it. I bit at her breasts, pulling with my teeth carefully. Her head arched back, red mane flowing as she rocked on my lap. I pulled at her nipple with my lips, sucking and nibbling. I rolled her from my lap, onto the mattress and began my descent to what was to become my first lesbian experience...

More to follow...



Peeping Dave Ch. 05



For those of you who missed Chapter 4, here's a brief synopsis:

When we last left Jen and Dave, they were at a sex club. A lovely fire haired lass seduced Jen on the dance floor, then took her away for some hot sex! Jen's already felt her friend's mouth on her but our story picks up with Jen taking the plunge and going south. Let's watch as she indulges in her first Sapphic experience!

*

I made a trail of kisses down her soft, flat stomach, stopping at each hip bone to kiss the fleshy peak and then down into the valley. I kissed over her trimmed, copper pubes. I'd never had a lover who trimmed before so the feel of her shorter hair was something I wanted burned into my brain. I brushed the hair with my lips, feeling the friction against my lips. She purred and spread her legs wider.

I gently spread her full outer lips and slid my tongue down over clit. I knew this feeling from the receiver's point of view. I was finally the 'giver.' As my tongue flattened down over her hard little clit, my own clit swelled. I delved my tongue between her folds, licking at her inner lips, curling my tongue in them and sucking at the mix of my saliva and her pussy juices. Before now, I'd feared the scent and taste of another woman so I never thought to explore one. Her scent was slightly musky but nothing offensive. Her taste was a little salty, no doubt from dancing and sweating, but again, nothing that would prevent me from ever eating a pretty pussy like this again.

I lapped at her slit and held her lips apart with my fingertips, sucking at inner and outer lips, drawing them into my lips, pulling, fueled by her moans. I explored and probed her cunt with my tongue, rubbing my nose against her clit, twisting and contorting my face and neck so I could stimulate her and make her claws dig into my shoulders. Her body would bend up, almost sitting, and rock and grind into me. Her hands slid from my shoulders to my head, forcing me into her tasty, juicy cunt. I sucked and slurped and lapped furiously as though I'd not been fed for months, eating her cunt like it was my only meal for eternity. I forced her thighs open, knees flat against the floor and ran my tongue over her mound, her lips, the inner hollow of each thigh, lips sucking, fingers tapping along her flesh, feasting.

I slid my tongue down, trying to decide if I was ready to try rimming a woman, surely it would not be any different than a man, right? I went for it! I slid my tongue down thru her ass cheeks and found her tight pucker. Her squeals reverberated in my head. I opened her cheeks with my fingers, plying her ass crack with my tongue, flicking at her hole. I rolled my fiery kitten over onto her knees. Her face in the mattress, red locks spreading down over her shoulders and down her back, ass high in the air, as I darted my tongue over her milky ass cheeks and into her most private places. I looked up for a moment and saw Dave...and he wasn't alone.

My first instinct was one of jealousy. A woman was on her knees, sucking his cock as he leaned against a wall. His hand sat on her head, forcing her roughly down his cock. That was MY cock...I wanted to stop what I was doing and stop what THEY were doing. However, my face was planted into a luscious, beautiful woman her just finished mouthfucking me, so how could I be such a hypocrite? The thoughts were actually fleeting. Despite my momentary pause, my darling girl was pushing her ass back at my face and I looked up at Dave between licks, his gaze meeting mine, and I knew everything was still good.

I watched him holding the woman's head with both hands, cupping it. His feet apart, hips bucking. I knew he was fucking her mouth good...the way he fucks mine. I smiled and blew kisses his way between licks over ass and pussy.

I could tell Dave was turned on watching me rim my friend. I'd sneak my tongue down into her folds, her back would arch, his eyes would open wider. This game was fun. I might've been wearing her pussy juices on my face but I had his cock hard too! The more I teased her pussy, the more I teased Dave!

I rolled her back onto her back and pressed my body over hers, kissing her mouth and moving against her flesh with mine, rubbing my bald mons against her fuzzy mons. We took turns kissing at each other's necks and breasts, legs locked together, rolling around on each other. I still hadn't gotten her to cum so I slid my hand down between her legs and began to finger her wet pussy. She rubbed over my palm, bucking into my hand. I sucked at her nipple, middle finger plunging into her pussy, thumb rubbing her clit. She fucked my fingers and pulled at my hair as i suckled her tit. My finger rammed in, knuckle deep, curling and rubbing at the swollen spot inside, thumb planted against her clit. I could feel her muscles clamp down around my finger. Her moans were throaty...more like grunts. I felt her contract and then her whole body shuddered as she violently came on my finger. I kissed her hard, tongues in each other's throats. Her hands grabbing at my hair, pulling me into her mouth. Her juices flooded down my finger and I broke our kiss to go down on her again.

I licked and sucked her lips and folds clean. She whimpered softly as I lapped the sweet taste of her with my tongue. Before I could get too involved in eating her again, she stopped me and moved me around so that I was on my side. I looked over at Dave, not sure what she was doing. His face was contorted. It was a familiar look to me...that "I'm almost ready to cum" look.

My friend deftly moved her legs between mine and we formed this scissor-like pretzel. She held my leg up as she ground her pussy against mine. I had no idea what I was doing but I followed her lead and began to rub against her. I clutched her leg, using it for leverage as we mashed our wet cunts together. The friction was building and I bet I had that same "ready to cum" look on my face. Just as I began my next orgasm, I aimed my gaze at Dave and saw him shooting ropes of cum over the face of his cocksucker. I lost it. I was cumming from watching him cum and from all the wet cunt humping my lovely girlfriend was giving me.

She just kept moaning as we writhed. I couldn't tell if she came again since there was so much pussy juice being smeared between our cunts. I loved feeling her cunt against mine. The way she'd jerk against me. The way our lips rubbed. Our clits being ground against each other. This was a pleasure no man could ever give me. I kissed along her calf and ankle and felt my body slow.

She laid down on her side and I moved up to kiss her again and stroke her red locks. I gently caressed her porcelain cheek and watched the sex flush evaporate. Dave moved over behind her and slid into a sideways doggy position. Before she could protest, I whispered "he's with me" and she allowed him entry.

Dave wasn't the kind of man who went soft after one orgasm. He was insatiable and I loved that about him. I was having mixed emotions watching him at the club but I couldn't deny him his pleasure, especially when I intended to have more of my own.

He slid his cock between her freshly fucked folds (courtesy of moi!) and began pumping her. His hand reached around to her breast and he kissed and bit along her shoulder. Their bodies moved together like a snake, fitting together perfectly. Both of them would moan, brows wrinkling, as he pumped in and out of her tight cunt. I could only imagine how his cock must feel inside her when I smelled my finger and sucked her juices from it.

As he rocked inside her womb, I slid my hand down to my pussy and began playing with myself. I sucked my finger, tasting her, but rubbed my clit. I watched him pull at her tit, stretching her tiny nub of a nipple, making it stiff and probably making it hurt. She pushed back harder every time he did this to her. Together, they looked like animals in heat.

I moved closer to them and caressed each of them. I touched her cheek, his hair; her breast, his shoulder; his ass, her thigh. I whispered for him to fuck her harder...faster, pushing his ass so he could shove his cock deeper into her. And then I moved in front of her. I laid on my side and began licking her clit, which was now bulging out, calling to me to suck it. Dave quickly rolled her over onto her knees. She straddled my face and I slid my hands up over her thighs. I raised my face to suck her clit as he drove inside her. From her frantic bucking, I could tell she was ready to cum....just a few more sucks, licks...and the dam burst.

She rammed her sweet sex against my face. Her thrusts were shallow and fast and then Dave came. I could hear his grunts but then his cum seeped down from her cunt and onto my tongue. He pulled out just enough to shoot some my way then slid back inside her, finishing his orgasm in her deep cunt. The taste of him and her made me swoon with lust. I kept licking and sucking until they both rolled off me and we all laid in a spent heap on the mattress.

The afterglow was a bit awkward. We didn't speak much. We didn't exchange numbers. We just touched for a bit and then thanked each other for a lovely time. Each of us dressed back in our costumes. Dave and I bid goodbye to my first female lover and headed back to my apartment.

In the car, we agreed to try the club again soon. I wasn't sure how I felt about Dave or worse, how I felt about Dan. I spent months pining after my married Dan, masturbating furiously to fantasies of him fucking me raw, only to fuck one of his law partners this whole weekend. How would I face Dan at work on Monday? Should I stop fucking Dave? Could I stop if I wanted? That cock was addictive!

I didn't dare share my thoughts with Dave. As we drove, he rested his hand on my thigh and told me how happy he was that I accompanied him to the sex club. He seemed to sense that I was lost in thought and probably knew where my thoughts were.

Dave walked me to my door and pushed my hair behind my ear as he kissed me. His hands roamed my body. He reached behind and undid my halter, pushing it up to suck at my nipples and pushing me back against the cold steel of my apartment door. With the porch light on, my breasts were exposed. If my neighbors stepped out to walk their dogs, they'd get quite a show! He lifted me and wrapped my legs around his waist, still feasting on my ripe nipples. He somehow managed to get my key into my door and carried me into my apartment.

He carried me to my couch, laying me over the arm. He hoisted my hips up over the arm, letting my legs dangle and spread. My breasts puddled toward my chin as he held me at an angle. He slowly unzipped the shorts and unpeeled the velcro. My juicy cunt was at hip height and open to him, almost taunting him, screaming for him to FUCK ME.

Dave quickly undid his outfit. He got completely naked. He bent down to kiss my flat stomach, my hip bones, my smooth but slightly sweaty mound. He ran his lips over my clit and lips but never licked....he just teased me. I could feel his stubble against my bare flesh. He grabbed my thighs, lifted and opened me wide, ass elevated. I reached for his cock and guided him to my cunt hole. It didn't take much to make Dave hard. Even though he'd cum twice at the club, he was ready for more...with me.

He drove his cock into me, one fluid movement. "Oh fuck Jen" he moaned.

I could only use my muscles to grab at his cock. I pushed my tits together as he fucked me, pushing my nipples to my lips so I could suck and lick at them.

"Oh yeah Jen, suck those tits for me. You're such a hot slut." I obeyed and licked at my nipples, watching him get fired up from the show I was giving him. His cock seemed to throb the more I sucked at my own nipples. I curled my tongue around the tip knowing full well this was teasing him...and I loved teasing Dave.

He felt so good inside me. His cock was crammed inside, stretching my tight pussy to the limits. I envied his view. Every time he pulled back, I knew he got a view of a wet, shiny, vein-encrusted cock with snug, puffy lips wrapped around it. I just wish I could've seen it from his perspective.

He thrusted and slammed into me. My pleasure didn't seem to be his goal, or so I thought. Of course, after my evening at the club, I wasn't that concerned about cumming. I was just enjoying a weekend of raw fucking (and boy was my pussy getting sore).

Dave's rhythm built up and he flooded me with a warm load of his cum. His grip on me relaxed. His face stopped contorting. I thought he would be ready for bed now. Instead, he immediately dropped to his knees and began to lick my freshly creamed in pussy.

Despite Dave's tongue at my hole, I could feel the cum running down my slit, into my ass crack, and onto my sofa arm. Dave worked quickly to try to catch it as it ran down me. His tongue explored me from clit to ass hole. He spread my legs wide open and sucked on me as though he were sucking through a straw. This man was not afraid of his own cum and that just turned me on more! I couldn't hold on long at all. As his lips sucked my clit, my cunt gushed over his chin. I came and came for him. He stayed in position until I stopped heaving and then pulled me up and off my couch, to my feet.

Dave held me in his arms and kissed me again. I could taste us both on his lips, the mix of pussy and sperm. I ran my fingers in his hair and my tongue in his mouth. I reamed his mouth, searching for every drop of cum I could share. When I couldn't taste any more, I dropped to my knees and began to nurse his spent, soft dick. After 3 orgasms, he seemed to finally reach his limit for hardness.

His hands ran through my dark locks. Though his cock was not hard yet, he seemed to be enjoying my cock worship. I suckled his flacid shaft and cleaned our juices from him. I moaned into him. I felt so close to him. I looked up into his eyes as I slurped and pulled his cock with my lips.

He bent down and lifted me into his arms again, carrying me back to my bedroom. We climbed into my bed and he wrapped his body around mine, from behind, and held me as we slept our way into Sunday.

Sunday

I woke to the smell of fresh coffee. Once again, Dave was not in my bed when I awoke. I grabbed a robe and went out into the kitchen. Dave was sitting, reading a paper and drinking coffee.

"Good morning Gorgeous!"

I smiled at him with sleepy eyes. "Good morning to you too! How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough" he said.

As I sat down with my cup of coffee, he slid his hand over mine. "Listen Jen, I don't want you to feel like you can't keep fucking Dan. I like that you are horny. That's healthy. But I hope you know that this weekend was the first of many. I do, however, intend to fuck you again. I don't mind sharing you but I will not tolerate giving you up entirely to that pussy Dave. He's married and spineless. I don't know what you see in him but I do know what I can offer you. I want you to be my pet...my whore on loan to whomever I choose for you."

Wow, what a first thing in the morning conversation. I didn't know how to answer him. I'd longed for Dan. I had loved him from afar. I supported him through rough times in his marriage and in his court cases. I never even thought I'd care for another man, much less one in my office, or worse, Dave! The thought of being Dave's whore was actually appealing to me but my heart was torn over Dan.

I looked into Dave's eyes. "Dave, I can't promise you anything right now. I'm a bit confused."

"That's fine Jen. Just think about it. Keep me in mind."

Keep him in mind? How could I not? My cunt was sore. My nipples ached. I couldn't look at the man without wanting to fuck him now. I couldn't wait until our next foray at the sex club. I wanted to live out every sexual fantasy that I've ever had with him. I never thought of Dave as a potential boyfriend, let alone "Master," but after this weekend, I didn't exactly want to stop seeing him either.

We spent our day together. His touch was soft and tender. He smiled at me without any hint of pressure or perversion. His patience seemed limitless...just like his lust. By evening, he'd gone back to his own apartment. Neither of us knew what to expect on Monday. I just knew I couldn't wait to fuck the taste out of his mouth again soon.

Monday

I arrived at my office earlier than usual. I wanted to get a jump on my day before anyone else was there. I also wanted some time alone to think. The lights on our floor were still off and I wasn't about to turn them on or make coffee until more people rolled in or 8 a.m. came around, whichever was first.

I was just pushing my purse into my file cabinet drawer when I heard Dan's familiar voice.

"Hi Jen!" His grey eyes smiled at me. He had such an innocence about him. I wondered if he'd look at me and see my infidelity on my forehead in a scarlet W...for Whore.

"Hi Dan."

He didn't seem to notice any hesitation in my voice. Whew. Maybe I could pull this off. Maybe I could keep sleeping with both men...loving one, fucking another. Or maybe I was just being selfish.

"I need you to come into my office when you're all settled in, k, Jen?"

"Sure Dan, I'll be right in." I picked up my voicemails, read my e-mail, and took a legal pad into Dan's office. I was ready to take the morning notes for our cases but as I sat down, Dan walked around and closed the door behind me, locking it.

"Dan, what are you doing?"

From behind me, Dan held my shoulders and bent down to kiss the side of my throat. At first, I almost pulled away, but then, slowly, I melted. I loved his kisses. In moments, he'd moved from neck to my mouth and our tongues were frantically lapping at each other and he was prying my blouse open.

"What if someone comes in?" I asked.

"It's early. No one comes in early on Mondays....but us" he said as his hands cupped over my bra clad tits, squeezing them hard. My nipples strained against the fabric, aching from my weekend yet yearning for his touch.

He came around to the front of me and pulled me to my feet, holding me to his body. All the memories of my wild sex weekend suddenly disappeared. Feeling him hold me like this was all that I ever wanted. His hand deftly swept up under my skirt, tugging at my panties. He pushed me back onto his desk and peeled the panties down, pulling them off. As my ass hovered on the edge of his expensive, mahogany desk, he knelt down, my legs spread wide, my body facing the skylight beside his door.

I felt my skirt rise up, cool air hit my clit, then warm breath. I was exposed to anyone who might pass by Dan's office. My eyes closed and I felt that woozy lust spread from my head to my toes. Just as Dan's mouth sealed over my cunt, I opened my eyes long enough to see what looked like a movement in that skylight. Was Dave peeking again? Or was it just my lust-induced mania?

Dan's tongue glided into my folds. My hands immediately moved to his hair. In this position, my pussy was jutting forward to his mouth like some kind of offering...and it wouldn't take long for me to cum. He sucked at my clit and drove a finger into my wet pussy. A second finger followed. His fingers curled inside me, familiar with my pussy, knowing just where to touch as if he'd been my lover for years! He pumped my cunt and drew my clit into his mouth, forcing me to cum so hard that I sat up partially, eyes wide open, seeing Dave standing at the skylight, watching me cum on Dan's tongue.

My eyebrows wrinkled as the last few waves pulsed through my pussy. I held Dan's face to my sex so he wouldn't turn and see that we had an audience. My blouse ajar, chest heaving and sex flushed, I could only stare at Dave, and he at me. I sat on the edge of his desk, watching Dave through that window, rubbing his pants, then leaving.

Dan kissed over my mons and stood up. He straightened his tie as he bent down to kiss me. Dan's mouth tasted like me. I couldn't help feeling dirty and yet powerful. For the rest of the day, Dan would taste me whenever he licked his lips. "I missed you this weekend, Jen."




Peeping Dave Ch. 05



I buttoned my blouse quickly. "I missed you too, Dan."

I pullied my panties back on and straightened my skirt, knowing full well that I just murmurred a half truth. I did miss him but I also had the best time fucking Dave and that hot redhead at the club. If I thought Dan would do it, I'd happily take him there, but then I'd have to explain how I even heard of that club. Sigh...

"Did you want me for anything else, Dan?" I asked before turning to leave hastily.

"Yes Jen. How about lunch at your apartment today?" I knew what this meant. He didn't want lunch, unless I was to be the main course. And how could a woman say "no" to an offer like that? "Of course Dan...of course." I opened the door and rushed out before he could ask about my weekend.

Immediately after leaving Dan's office, I went to Dave's office. I felt obliged to explain or apologize to him as if I had just cheated on him, even though he was not my lover; more like a weekend cock - a cock who now wanted to own me. It was just sex...or so I told myself. It was fucking GREAT sex and I knew the weekend was not the last of it.

"Dave, I...."

"Don't apologize Jen. You are just doing what comes naturally to you." He moved from his chair to in front of me. He caressed my face and pressed his lips to my ear as he pushed my hair behind it. "We're alot alike, you and I. We both like to fuck."

His breath was warm on my ear. I felt my body shiver. God, did I like to fuck! I could've fucked him right then if I didn't have to worry about other people walking in, including Dan. And the idea of both of them pummeling from both ends started to cross my mind.

"So, when will you see Dan again?" he asked.

"At lunch." I answered.

"Good. Then here's our plan." Our plan? WE didn't have a plan. I did. I was going to meet Dan at my apartment, make love to him, then come back to work. Who invited Dave?

Dave slid his hand under my skirt and into my panties, just as Dan just did. He began clutching at my lips, pulling on them, as his teeth gritted and he spoke through them into my ear. "You are a slut but I love that about you. I don't care if you fuck us both, Jen. I just want to watch it. Today, when you take him to your apartment, I am going to be there, waiting."

Dave went on to say that I was to drop off my keys prior to lunch so he could make a copy for himself. He would let himself into my apartment and hide in my closet, watching from behind the louvered door while I made love with Dan. The whole time he described "our plan," his ministrations had me sopping and I couldn't help bucking against his fingers. He fingered me just as Dan had, first one, then two fingers. Dave didn't seem to mind being second. I rubbed his hard cock thru his pants as he fingered me mercilessly. His plan seeped into my ear and my cunt gushed down over his finger, in my second orgasm in less than an hour at work. As I pulled away from him, he pulled out his finger, sucked it clean and smiled a wicked smile at me. Before lunch, those keys were on his desk, waiting.