0 comments/ 144421 views/ 11 favorites Friday Night By: Janis B. We had a week before graduation and were damn festive about it. The weather teased us with hints of the coming summer. My friend Sarah called to tell me they were meeting over at Johnny's in a bit. I quickly ate dinner and told my parents where I'd be. As it was warm on I wore my favorite shorts and white sleeveless tee and Tevas. Less than ten minutes later I walked up the steps to Johnny's and could easily hear the music and voices laughing. "Janis!" they called as I walked in. Johnny was the first over and offered me a big hug. Sarah waved and with her were Michelle and Eric. They were already drinking so I pounded my first beer. Johnny of course wanted me to drink fast. He'd been trying to get me to kiss him for years. Unfortunately for him I'd always been involved with someone else, though even now, with Paul and I split up, I wasn't really ready to go that route. We played quarters for a while. Sarah and Johnny were kicking the rest of our asses. Michelle was getting hammered and so was Eric. We then played Duck and another card game which was hard. The rules were difficult and the penalty was that you had to slam a beer. If you wanted to opt out of the beer you had to complete a dare decided by the others. That the dares could not include getting completely naked or sex were the main exceptions. I lost the first round quickly and slammed my beer. Eric followed twice and then I got hit again. "Dare." I said, opting out of the beer. Johnny quickly shot out that I should take off my bra. I thought he was kidding at first, but he had a great grin on his face and looked anxiously towards the others. "No nudity," I reminded them. Sarah and the others whispered and told me that it was fair. That I had to take off my bra with my shirt on right there with them watching. I looked in disbelief at them. Eric was suddenly sober, apparently realizing how flimsy my shirt was to begin with. It was generic and oversized. I often allowed a strap to hang off my shoulder and it dawned on me that perhaps this was a way for the others to get back at me for being a tease. "Come on chicken shit", Michelle offered boldly. I said alright and took a strong gulp to settle myself. Oddly I was as turned on as I was nervous. I wasn't interested in either Sean or Johnny. I really didn't want to lead them on thinking something further was going to happen here. I reached up behind me trying not to smile. They had big dumb looks on their faces. Kids. Twisting on the chair I inadvertently thrust out my chest so that the fabric of my bra was clear against my shirt. With my fingers on the clasp I stopped to think what the hell was I doing. Take it off, Eric pleaded almost immediately. Alright, I said. And with a nervous ease I unhooked the clasp. It seemed like the loudest noise in the world as I could feel all their eyes burning on me. I twisted a little and the shoulder straps immediately loosened, sagging from my embarrassingly hard nipples. "Take it off baby," they hooted. Pulling the strap from my left shoulder and down my arm the shirt stretched against my breast and I caught Eric leaning to get a look at my untanned skin. I quickly freed my arm and pulled the bra out from my right. My chest felt incredibly exposed and cool as they laughed and made cat-calls with my nipples jutting against the fabric. Johnny reached and grabbed my bra, enticing me to lean towards him but I sat with my arms over my chest to end the display. Come on they sang, laughing through the next few rounds as I grew accustomed and slightly erotic. Johnny and Eric behaved enough that I uncrossed my arms, though I was constantly catching one or the other with straying eyes. For a while, no one opted the dare. Then Eric was made to walk around with his pants down to his ankles. He wore boxers so he didn't seem to mind too much until Michelle pushed him and he almost tripped. That's war baby, he said, causing the rest of us to laugh so hard we were falling about the place. Unconsciously I looked up and met eyes with Sarah. She blushed a little and smiled. My heart jumped a few beats when I realized my shirt had shifted, falling down my chest to expose the curve of the bottom of my breasts. A hint of one nipple was at the fold of my shirt. I quickly adjusted my self, thankful that it was only Sarah who seemed to have noticed. Eric played with a vengeance after that. Anytime he won he went after Michelle, making her drink three in a row. We were all laughing hard when Michelle reluctantly accepted a dare and was told to likewise walk around the room with her shorts at her ankles. For the first minute she was silent under our taunting but finally she stood up and unbuttoned her shorts with nervous fingers. I didn't really think she'd do it, but with a shake of her hips and a tug at her sides, her shorts fell right to her ankles, exposing her red panties. We all hooted and pretended to reach to lift her shirt as she shuffled by. I knew one of the boys probably wanted to trip her but they did not. Instead we all whistled as she returned to her seat and pulled her shorts back up. The rounds progressed and I had a two more drinks. At the third I accepted dare, but no nudity, dammit, I reminded them. The three of them conferred. The boys wanted me to also walk around the room with my shorts at my feet but Sarah, who was something of a magician, suggested they tie my hands behind my back against the stairpost. They would use an easy knot, but as we were all buzzing hard, it'd not be too easy to do. Eric was game but Johnny suggested a time limit. Twenty seconds, he said. One minute, I countered. After a bit of talking, we settled on forty-five seconds. After that I'd have to do something else. I walked to the stairs where they would tie my hands behind me around a small post. Johnny came into the room with a strap but I said uh-uh. Sarah does the knot. You guys stay there. So Sarah came over with the strap and smiled. I put my hands behind me, hoping she would make this at least a little easy. I glanced unconsciously at my chest and my nipples were like little stones. Both Johnny and Eric had giant grins and Michelle yelled headlights are on. Fuck you, I slurred, twisting a little to see what Sarah was doing. Uh-uh cheater, she said. Come on I laughed and as I twisted some more my shoulder strap dropped. I immediately corrected myself but the strap slipped further to my elbow. Shit, Sarah. I called as she began to walk away. What, she laughed, realizing my vunderability. Come on I said. Fix my strap. Please. Sarah came right up to me smiling. She took a quick glance behind her as the others pleaded that she leave the strap hanging. The boys were besides themselves at the sight of me tied there against the stairpost with one shoulder bare and the top of my right breast just above my rock-hard nipple totally exposed. She turned her back to them so that they could not see me as she contemplated what to do. I struggled a little with the knot but she said uh-uh, I told you no cheating and she took the strap in her fingers and to my surprise, quickly pulled it towards her and down, freeing my breast completely from the shirt. Sarah, I almost screamed. But she only laughed, quickly checking that the others could not see. Sarah I said again, partially mad but laughing a little at the sight of my heaving breast under the stairwell lights and the others seemingly unaware what was going on. Sarah still had the strap in her fingers tightly and stretched it more towards her. I thought maybe she was trying to rip it. She stood right close looking down at my chest, down to my belly. Teasing me she pulled it to the side to get a look at my left breast. I was totally exposed as she seemed momentarily lost as if she was weighing whether or not she should just yank the flimsy shirt off me for Eric and Johnny. Come on Sarah, I begged. When I said that she looked at me and feigned that she was about to walk away. I started to panic. Right as she moved to let the others look at me, she pulled the strap back up to my shoulder to cover me and smiled. Forty-five seconds she sang, stumbling slightly back to the table. Fucker I swore at her, slightly trembling. Start Johnny said, and I began twisting my wrists, stretching my fingers to get a grip on the belt. Thity-nine, thirty-eight, thirty-seven, they counted. My mind was still stressed at what had happened and before I knew it I had twenty-five-seconds left and seemingly made little progress. I pulled hard to my right and felt the strap again slip right down to my elbow. The knot loosened enough that I thought I could pull free. At fifteen seconds my foot slipped and I almost fell forward. My left strap immediately came down my arm and I stopped. The room was suddenly quiet as the four of them realized my shirt was resting on my nipples. If I moved any it would fall off my breasts. They just sat there uncertain what to do. My bare shoulders and heaving chest and cleavage must have been a sight for them. No one made any effort to move or talk. I knew I could free myself if I twisted my arm, but to do so would probably cause my shirt to fall off. I started to ask Michelle to pull the straps back up but my adreneline was at a rush. It was so completely erotic that I had to force myself not to laugh or smile. Slowly I moved my hands, keeping my body as still as I could. My mind was racing with the realization that I was turned on. I wanted the shirt to fall and I wanted someone to come pull down my shorts and rip off my panties with me just tied there under the light and my nipples and pubic hair totally exposed. The thought of them seeing me was wild. Incredible. Only two guys had ever seen me naked before. I could tell Eric and Johnny were horny as hell with them twisting about in their seats but I wouldn't have sex with either of them. That would change too much. Being topless in front of them wouldn't make things awkward. But it had to look accidental. I tried to look focused on getting free, moving slowly. Michelle asked if I was alright. I kept my eyes glued to the fabric covering my nipples and said that I was almost done. My breasts seemed to grow as the shirt slipped just a hint further as I spoke. I tried to concentrate. I slipped my hand from the strap slowly but I did not want to be done. I had gone this far so I pretended to be still tied and with my eyes looking at my nipples and my heart racing a million miles an hour I nervously sucked in a breath and watched the shirt silently fall to my waist. Someone gasped. I don't know who. I pretended to struggle a little as my breasts swayed and my nipples became harder than I'd ever seen them. I was fighting the urge of putting my fingers to my waist and pulling down my shorts. I wanted to be naked right then badly. I wanted them to see my pubic hair and my naked legs and nipples all at once. I spread my legs and moved a little more and acted as if I had just freed myself. Reaching around I tried to toss the strap at them. Sarah cheered and then the others joined in as I bowed towards them under the light, letting them all watch my breasts swing and hang in front of them before slipping my shirt back up over my breasts. Wow, stammered Eric. I pretended as if nothing had happened. We drank a few more rounds but we were all preoccupied. After a wile I told them I was leaving. I needed to be in my bed and so I collected my bra from them and said goodnight, leaving before either of the guys could try to make a move on me. Friday Night So, it's Friday night and I'm getting dressed to go to the club. I take special care because tonight I'm going to find a woman and have sex with her. I need it badly. I've been celibate for too long and I'm tired of masturbating myself to sleep every night. So, I choose my clothes carefully. First my underwear. Silk? Definitely. Black? Yes. Revealing? Oh yes! I want her to drool over me as I make my approach. A black bustier with a bra that leaves my nipples uncovered. It hooks in front and reaches to my navel with long stocking fasteners attached. My panties are brief so that my cunt hair peeks over the top. Sheer stockings complete the first phase. On top I choose a silk suit, dark blue, cut fairly mannish to match my feelings. Tonight I will be the dominant partner. Under the jacket I wear nothing so that my tits are partly exposed. The skirt reaches halfway down my thighs and I know that when I sit it will ride up giving the girl a glimpse of my panties. A pair of strappy black sandals with 3 inch heels and I'm almost ready. Dark red lippy and dark eye shadow. My hair piled high. God! I look fucking sexy! As I walk into the club the heat and the sexual tension hits me. It's a gay club with a very liberal policy as to the activities that its clientele indulge in. The dance floor is crowded with couples, both men and women. They are dancing, fondling, kissing, rehearsing the sex that will surely follow soon. In the alcoves round the floor some couples are already deep in the throes of love making, oblivious to all around them, lost in their passion, their raw lust for their partner of the moment. I see one girl suddenly drop to her knees and bury her face in her partners' cunt. My nipples stiffen at the sight and my cunt oozes juice into my panties. I walk to the bar and order a large vodka and tonic and as I sip it I gaze around, reveling in the sheer pleasure of being in such a sex charged atmosphere, knowing that soon it will be my turn to be satisfied, my turn to release the built up tension that racked my wanting body. I notice a young girl standing along from me. Tall, short red hair, a voluptuous figure barely concealed beneath her skin tight red dress, her nipples plainly visible and her mound outlined clearly. She catches me staring and smiles. Her tongue licks along her full, kissable lips and I know that she is the one. I move closer. Introduce myself. Her name is Jo and we talk for a while, hands touching hands, knowing what will follow as sure as night follows day. We move to the dance floor, arms round each other. Her head falls to my neck, her lips brushing me softly, my flesh burning to her touch. I stroke her back from the shoulders down to the cheeks of her tight bum. My hands cup the cheeks, pulling her hips into mine, grinding her cunt against mine. She turns her face and our lips meet for the first kiss, soft, gentle, tender at first, until the passion and lust take over and we devour each other, tongues dancing. Our hands now take on a life of their own, exploring, touching, stroking, teasing, working each of us up to a fever pitch. I must have her and soon. "I want you, Jo," I whisper. "Yes. But not here. I want you to myself." Her mouth so close to my ear that the words are almost inside my brain. "Yes, my love. Anywhere you say," I whisper back. "Do you have somewhere particular in mind?" "I have a place near here," she says. "It's private, secluded and we can do whatever we want." She won't take me there yet. She teases me, making me stay with her on the dance floor, making love to me with her hands and lips, driving me wild until I fear that I will orgasm right there. I burn and ache for her. She is a witch, casting me into the darkest realms of lust and wantoness. I will do anything this girl tells me I know. Gone is the dominance that I had envisaged. I am now a slave to my desires, entrapped by her, needing her to release me, free me from this burning, aching wanting. Suddenly, without any warning, she takes my hand and leads me quickly to the door. "Are we leaving now?" I stutter. "Yes. It's time. Follow me." Blindly, obediently I follow her across the dark car park till she stops at a car, unlocks the doors and tells me to get in. I slide into the passenger seat and as I do my skirt rides up high over my thighs, showing my stocking tops. Her hand strokes my thigh and touches the bare flesh just above the stocking. I moan and try to slide down onto her hand but she pulls away and starts to drive. In a few moments we pull into the driveway of a large house, set back amongst trees and surrounded by lush gardens. Silently we get out and walk to the door. Inside she grabs me and pushes me back against the wall, her hands tearing at my jacket, ripping it off to expose my tits and the nipples distended and red with longing. Her mouth surrounds one and sucks it in deeply as I grab her head and push back against her. As her tongue lashes my nipple I feel the first wave of my orgasm hitting and I scream out loud as shock after shock takes me. After a moment she pulls away and gazes at me. "Oh my darling. You needed that, didn't you?" "Jo, my sweet, you have no idea how much!" As we walked further into the house I told her how long it had been since my last time with a real woman and she gasped and said that she couldn't possibly have lasted so long without sex. We finally found ourselves in a large lounge with two or three large sofas and we sat. She poured me a drink and we talked. Told each other all about ourselves, our lives, our hopes, our secret desires. It was like I'd known her for years and I felt no embarrassment sitting there with my tits open to her gaze. "Now, my darling Carole. Now we are going to make love. Slowly, lovingly, tenderly." Her words set me afire again and I reached out, took her face in my hands and kissed her softly on the lips. Her fingers found my nipples and we kissed deeply. I pulled down her dress and her magnificent tits fell into my waiting hands. They were firm, full, capped with dark red nipples that stood out proudly, inviting my mouth to suck at them. I needed no formal invitation and I hungrily took one into my lips and sucked it hard, my teeth nibbling and scraping it. She moaned and writhed against me as I alternated between each of her tits, licking round the aureoles, sucking, nibbling. "Oh, Carole," she moaned. "You are driving me wild. Kiss me all over. I want your tongue on me, in me." I slowly moved down her body, pulling her dress down as I did until it slid over her hips and I threw it onto the floor. My mouth was kissing her tummy, my tongue diving in and out of her navel, my hands still playing with her nipples. I reached her mound, smooth, shaved, glistening. Almost roughly I pulled her legs open and gazed in awe at her beautifully formed cunt. It was the most wonderful sight, with dark red outer lips and pinker inner ones. The hood that normally covers the clit was withdrawn and I could see the little bud shining wetly with her juice. My mouth brushed against her and she trembled, sighed and pushed my head in hard to her hips. My mouth was suddenly engulfed by her hungry cunt and she writhed against me , fucking my face and screaming as she came. I drank her, sucked her, licked her, loved her and she came again, a smaller one this time. I pulled away, climbed back up and kissed her full on the mouth, giving her a taste of her own cum juice. She licked my face as though she couldn't get enough of it. "Now, Jo. Let's do it together." I stood, stripped off the rest of my clothes and fell on her, my cunt on her face, hers on mine. Like hungry animals that hadn't been fed we ate each other. I pushed fingers into her cunt as I sucked and she did the same to me. We were totally lost in lust. In what seemed like seconds we were cumming together, writhing around so much we fell to the floor in a heap. It continued all night, sometimes tender, sometimes rougher. We explored our deepest, darkest fantasies, including inserting fingers into arses as we fucked. We talked. We talked so much, and loved so much. It wasn't going to end here. We both knew that. This was to be the first of many, many nights of passion. This was the beginning of our journey into our inner selves. Life would never be the same again. Friday Night I'm sitting naked in my favourite armchair, my brain fried from too much beer, my girlfriend Kate kneeling on the floor about four feet away sucking on my best mate's cock whilst I stroke the hardest erection I've ever experienced and try to figure out once again how all this happened. The details are hazy and dream-like, too much to drink on a night out, too much beer followed by too much vodka. We left the pub and the fresh air and alcohol hit me full on. The next thing I know we're on a bus, Kate sitting on Lee's lap feeding him her breasts, people around are staring but saying nothing. Then we're home at my flat, I head for the bedroom, strip, and pass out. About an hour later I stumbled to the toilet for a piss and slowly realised that I could hear Lee and Katie's voices in the living room. I poked my head around the corner only to see them talking on the sofa, Kate resting her head on Lee's thighs, her hand inside his shirt pinching gently at his nipples. She's naked from the waist up and Lee's cupping her large breasts in his hand as they talk. "We were just going to try and wake you up," she said, pressing Lee's hand even harder against her tits. "Do you mind?" I shook my head. We'd spoken about this a lot of times, fantasising about what we'd do if the opportunity ever presented itself. She'd wanted Lee for months but nothing had happened, and I always wanted to see her fucked by another man. Now it seemed that both our dreams would come true and if she had to have sex with someone else, I couldn't pick a better man than Lee. She came over to me and pulled me fully into the room and I tried uselessly to hide my growing erection from Lee, finally giving up and trying to act natural even though I was naked and hard. She stripped off the rest of her clothes and turned her attention to Lee, pulling off his shirt, quickly followed by his jeans and boxers. Which is why I'm here. Watching her suck his cock and getting more turned on than I've ever been before in my life. I can't take my eyes off them, wanting to wank myself off so much, but knowing I have to make this last. Kate stretches and lies back on the carpet, her legs spread wide as Lee crouches in front of her and starts to lick her out. I can't keep out of it anymore and go over to her and start sucking greedily on her nipples, trying to push as much of her tits into my mouth as I can whilst watching Lee's face buried between her legs. There's five minutes of sucking and licking before our attention finally makes her come, Lee's head almost crushed between her thighs until the orgasm subsides and her breathing gets back to normal. Lee moves up her body, kissing her hard on the mouth, forcing her to taste herself on his lips and tongue. I lie next to them, watching as Kate's hand reaches for my cock, rubbing it furiously as she pushes her body against Lee. I lose it for a second, almost coming when I realise that Lee has pushed himself inside her and is fucking her and the noises she's making are proof of how she's feeling right now and she likes it. His thrusts are fast and hard, hitting her over and over again, refusing to give in to exhaustion. I move round and let Kate suck my dick and there's a look in her eyes that says she never wants the night to end. Lee's breathing gets strained and Kate pushes him away, shaking her head - no, he's not allowed to come yet she wants more. We lie down, one on each side of her and she takes one of us in each hand as we suck at her breasts. I can't take my eyes from Lee's cock and Kate knows what I'm thinking. She takes my hand and places it with hers on Lee, who looks down at himself and does nothing to stop what's happening. Every few strokes I let my fingers run over the head of his cock, feeling drips of pre-come wet my hand. Then it's just me and Lee, as Katie takes away her hand and leaves me wanking off my best mate. He's so hard in my hand, slightly bigger than my own six inches, with a cock-head I want to stare at forever. And, as I'm reaching across Kate, playing with him, she's kissing him and he can't keep his hands off her tits and cunt, and I sit up, lean over, and take his cock into my mouth as far as it will go. Lee moans and starts moving his hips, pushing himself into my eager mouth. I can feel his hand on the back of my head, making sure I don't stop what I'm doing and I suck hard, moving my tongue around his head of his cock, cupping his balls in my hand and pushing a finger gently into his arse. The feeling of his hot cock inside my mouth, touching my tongue, makes me lose track of my surroundings, and God only knows what Kate and Lee are doing whilst I'm down here fulfilling one of my oldest fantasies. Then I see Kate joining me, sucking along with me, taking it in turns to stroke and lick. She whispers to me to fuck her and I nod, leaving Lee's fabulous cock to Kate. I try my best but I can't possibly last very long, and everything is getting too much as I get ready to fuck Kate. She's on top of Lee, 69-ing him, sucking him off as he buries his tongue deep inside her cunt. I have to pull her away from him to get inside her and even then every thrust feels like it will bring me off. Then it all happens. I can feel Lee's breath just millimetres from my balls, and then he's taking them in his mouth, a finger slowly getting pushed into my arse and my cock is harder than it's ever been before and Kate has my thumb in her arse and is shouting at Lee to come, she wants him now, she wants his come all over her face, and I'm getting finger-fucked by Lee and my bollocks are about to explode and Lee comes and Kate comes, her cunt contracting, gripping my cock harder as I shoot my load right inside her. And for a moment no-one moves, the three of us stay joined together and it's like this was how it was always meant to be. And, as we separate, Kate kisses each of us, come still on her face smearing on to our own and Lee and I kiss and everything seems right as we fall happily asleep, wondering what else the morning will bring. Friday Night It was Friday evening, at around quarter to seven on a November evening.. Jim and Michelle were the last to remain in the office, having agreed to remain to complete an important marketing project the two had been working on for the past couple of weeks. With the deadline looming on Monday, Tony had suggested that he continue a revamp and double check of the graphic layout whilst Michelle proof read and amended the written content. This scenario suited both, as they worked well together and enjoyed and relaxed in each others company in what could be a fraught environment. The marketing office could be busy at times, but with a glut of contracts coming in, the team had been under pressure lately, but had bonded well, and good working relationships had been forged and strengthened. Jim hadn't worked there long, just a couple of months, but had adjusted well and integrated. He was quiet but confident and possessed a certain poise which had not gone unnoticed by his female colleagues, complimented by his good looks and lean frame. Michelle was in her early thirties, and had worked within the marketing department for a few years, and was popular with both the male and female staff. She would describe herself as chunky, but in reality she was a size 14, with amble bosoms, clear, creamy skin and slightly reddy hair. She was medium height, but had well proportioned legs and a rounded bottom which flattered her hips and slim waist. Her features were striking, prominent cheekbones, but her face was soft and warm in appearance. These features were complimented by a soft, rich voice and assured character, her behaviour bordering on the flirtatious at times yet subtle enough to retain an air of true professionalism and competence. The colleagues sat at their respective desks, diagonally opposite each other occupied by their particular responsibilities. Jim had just put the phone down to his partner after sheepishly explaining the situation to her, and receiving a mild torrent of annoyance for disrupting her plans. She was going out regardless and would see him later on, which prompted a mix of emotions from Jim, of short lived guilt, relief, annoyance and finally settling on indifference. He stretched, rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on the task in hand. Staring at his monitor, progress was slow but steady and he calculated that he would be finished by around 9. He sipped at his coffee, and reclined in his chair. His thoughts began to meander, as he cogitated the conversation he had just had with his partner. He imagined her stomping around their flat, cursing him as she prepared to go out to the usual haunt of her work colleagues and meet her small pool of acquaintances. His thoughts began to take another direction as he envisaged her being chatted up by a couple of guys at the bar, then fast forwarding to the point where they persuaded her to go clubbing, accompanied by one of her friends, persuading them to snort coke, neck codeine and culminating in her being doubly penetrated over their Ikea sofa, at the flat, whilst her friend pissed into her open willing mouth. His thoughts were interrupted when Michelle's voice infiltrated his fantasy. "You look preoccupied… how are you getting on?" she asked from across the room. Jim was suddenly nudged back into consciousness, aware that he wore a mildly disturbed frown but was quite horny from the scenario he had just played out. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, to accommodate his now erect cock in his suit trousers. "Yeah, I'm fine… just getting some inspiration. How about you?" he replied, as he recomposed himself. He looked over to where Michelle was sat. She was bathed in the diffused light of her desk lamp, which accentuated her features, and added a translucency to her skin and blouse. His mind instantaneously opened its file on Michelle, marginally influenced by the residual surge of adrenaline from his erotic fantasy about his partner. The marketing team was predominantly female, with the only other males being a middle aged gristly, bespectacled fellow called Mike, who dealt with figures and accounts, and Ben, who at 24 was Jim's age, but was considerably shorter, and wider, but a decent enough spar, and an occasional after work drinking partner. The team leader was Helen, a buxom woman in her late thirties, friendly enough but aloof at times. She also suffered from halitosis, but because of her generous breasts and penchant for short skirts she was worth a second look from time to time. The rest of the team was comprised of Kash, a young bubbly Anglo-Asian psychology graduate, who despite her education seemed a bit dim and irritating at times, although Jim didn't know whether this was his "racial intolerance" emerging or not. Despite this, he wasn't interested enough to over contemplate this moral dilemma, as she had ballooned in size over the past couple of months, and had poor dress sense. Asian babes reject. Kim was the other designer in the team, in her forties, with a seasoned quality about her, and pleasant features. Average tits, nice arse, but a bit of a belly. Worth a thought every now and then in quieter moments, under the category of horny housewives, but not worth a trip to the gents for a quick one off the wrist. Finally there was Tracy. No oil painting, but a certain eminence about her, intelligent, and a round arse and big tits. Gents material, indeed. Ben and Jim had occasionally reviewed the team in the pub after work, and discussed the relative merits of winter clothing versus summer collections, when applied to the female staff. Black tights and short skirts, versus flowing summer dresses and bare legs. Ben would be more overtly primeval in his assessments of his colleagues, and after a few pints would divulge his base fantasies which bordered on the disturbing but innocuous. However, both agreed that out of all the women, it was Michelle who provided the most material for wank fodder. Flirty without being tarty, with an off -focus allure, Jim couldn't quite trust his instinct about whether there was an attraction or not and from whom it came. His mental search engine filtered the Michelle data in an instant. Attractive, good figure with low maintenance needs, funny, and no discernibly annoying characteristics. The search engine finished its mission, out of data. Was she attached? She had come to the pub on occasion, but never stayed for a prolonged time, laughed appropriately at Jim's conversation, kept good eye contact, responded well to probing but kept her boundaries and left a pleasant yet enigmatic aura. She was a contrast to Jim's partner, not so in physique, but certainly in personality. "Mmmm. I've still got quite a way to go, but I've got no plans for this evening, so I'm here for the duration. Was that your girlfriend?" Michelle asked. Again Jim was jolted into here and now, his brain reengaging, alarm bells sounding in his visceral regions as his erection moaned and growled in its enclosure. "Huh??" was his most coherent response, as he focussed on her eyes, rather than her tits. "The phone call, was that your girl friend?" she asked again, smiling, and gently sweeping her hair away from her face. "Uhhmmm… yeah, yes it was. She's miffed because we were supposed to go up Broad street, but I'm not missing anything I've not seen, heard or yawned at before. So she's going out anyway." He replied. He'd found his rhythm and continued. "So I'm here for the duration too." He smiled and they were momentarily engaged in an optical embrace, which whilst comfortable, felt ambiguous enough for Jim to break off and look blankly at his monitor again. "Good. " Michelle replied. And still smiling, echoing Jim, turned to face her monitor again. Jim's erection continued to throb in its pen, and he was experiencing moderate rushes of adrenaline. His face felt hot and he reflexively loosened his collar. He shook his head, and squinted at the screen. There had been a weighty silence since their exchange, which although not disturbing had maintained his visceral alert. He adjusted his cock again, but was unable to release the pressure. Jim drained his coffee and looked over to the water cooler, as he felt his throat and mouth drying. He smacked his lips as discretely as possible and looked over at Michelle. She was focussed on the contents of her screen, a light smile playing across her lips. They were slightly parted and the lamp light made them faintly glisten. Her left hand was stroking the mouse on her desk, in a seemingly absent minded fashion. "Do you want a drink? I'm just going to get some water or something.. " Jim asked the room. His dry throat reduced this statement to a croak, and he cleared his throat again. Michelle looked across, the smile remaining on her face. "It sounds like you need one." she replied, and grinned. "Would you get me a coke?" "Er, yeah, sure." Jim responded. There was a coke machine down the corridor, and Jim swivelled in his chair to face the door, in an attempt to disguise the bulge in his trousers. He stood and crossed the room, and turned to look at Michelle, who was leaning down, examining the contents of her bag. She looked up to catch his gaze and both smiled. Jim opened the door and tried to disguise his hurried pace. He retained the image of her opulent breasts pressed against the fabric of her silky blouse, as he headed down the corridor. "Fucking hell.." he muttered to the corridor and rubbed his hands through his hair. He looked down to inspect the size of his swelling, and contemplated taking a detour to the gents for a wank before returning to the office. Deciding against it, he reached the dispenser and fished a quid from his pocket. The corridor was lit only by the subdued emergency lighting, and there was an eerie but invigorating silence to the building. He collected the first can of diet coke and placed its cool, refrigerated metal against his forehead. Pressing the button again, the second can clanked into the slot, and collecting his change and the coke, he turned and headed back towards the office. His knob remained engorged with blood, but he had adjusted it sufficiently to look less threatening, from above anyway, and dismissed the idea outright of popping to the toilets. He nodded to himself as he decided to wank about the image of his partner being double fucked whilst he watched a porno later on at the flat, and collecting himself, he straightened up and entered the office. Michelle had swivelled slightly in her chair, so that her legs were now visible from behind her desk, and she was at a right angle to the monitor. She was beaming as Jim approached and he scanned her environment for the source of her pleasure. There was a bottle of vodka atop her work surface, and two plastic glasses next to it. He focussed on the bottle and then on her face as he slowed his approach, and she began to giggle, he eyes widening. Jim smiled, and tried not to look puzzled. "Erm, here's your coke." Jim managed in response to this scenario. "I was saving this for later, when I was going to town, but being as we're stuck here, why don't we loosen up a bit? It might add some extra inspiration." Michelle replied, winking in a sultry fashion, a wide grin remaining on her face. "Erm, yeah, sure why not. I'm not driving, so fuck it." Jim replied. He was warming to the theme. He placed the cans on the desk, and stood back for a moment. "Shall I do the honours?" Michelle asked, as she reached for the Smirnoff. She broke the seal, and poured two large measures of vodka into the cups. Jim watched and instinctively rubbed his hands together in front of his crotch, before reaching for the coke. In that instant, he was aware that Michelle had flicked her focus away from the cups and onto his crotch, or was it his hands. Jim became aware that his cock had shifted also, and was probably quite prominent, and he inhaled deeply thorough his nose as he tried to contain himself and concentrate on opening the can and topping up the liquor. Task completed, he turned and approached his chair, battling with the surge of mixed emotion and adrenaline. "Why am I so horny? Calm down, calm down, breathe, brrreeeaaaaatttthhhheeee" he told his brain and the munchkins in his body stoking his adrenal glands. He grabbed his chair and wheeled it over to Michelle's desk, the back rest obscuring his crotch, before he sat and reached for a cup. Michelle had fixed him with her grin and deep brown eyes, and raised her cup. "Cheers, partner." she announced and Jim tapped his cup against hers. "Cheers. Arses' up." he replied. Both took a sip, and both swallowed and grimaced in unison. Michelle burst out laughing, and Jim suddenly felt relaxed. He reclined in his chair and allowed a grin to spread across his face. "That's better!" Michelle exclaimed. "Now we can get to work!" Jim was aware that he could check out Michelle's legs without making it obvious, whilst maintaining eye contact. He took another gulp of his drink and felt his anxiety further subside. "So, Jim. It's good to be working with you. Did your girlfriend mind that you're here with me? Or didn't you tell her?" Michelle questioned whilst sipping at her vodka. Jim raised an eyebrow, and contemplated his response. "Well, I told her I was involved in an important project, with a colleague, but I don't think she gave a fuck. She's more bothered about meeting her mates than my professional concerns. How about you? Do you have to answer to anyone?" He tried this as a probe, to get a bit of reality check. His horniness hadn't subsided, in fact it had intensified, but was now spread over a different plane because of the alcohol. Michelle smiled and lowered her eyes slightly. Taking another sip, she replied. "I don't have a bedtime. I could have all night to do this." She gestured at the monitor, although Jim wasn't clear that she was implying work. Or was he fantasising again? He felt a mild surge or adrenaline again, and reacted by taking another gulp of drink. He had nearly drained the glass, and Michelle acknowledged this by gesturing with her eyes to the bottle and looking at Jim with eye brows raised in question. "Top up?" she enquired. "Yeah, go on then" Jim answered. This time he laughed and felt intensely comfortable again. "You're good company, you know. But I'm not sure this will get my creative juices…. Focussed" "Just as long as they flow, James, that's good enough." replied Michelle, reminding Jim of an encouraging school teacher. The colleagues chatted about work in general for the next hour or so, taking it in turns to top the glasses up. Jim checked his watch. It was 9.14. The night was young he thought. He felt warm inside, and his horniness had metamorphosised yet again into an intense contentment and intimacy. He was letting Michelle do much of the talking, mainly so he could absorb the image of her sublime beauty, great tits and legs, shapely through her black tights and knee length skirt. There was a sudden silence which knocked Jim back into the here and now, for the third time that evening. His responses were marginally numbed, but his mind attempted to calculate the nature of the interruption. Michelle was looking at him with an expression of curiosity. And a hint of lust? "I'm really enjoying this evening, you know." she said, although this didn't quite qualify her expression. "But I was wondering… Shall we perk it up a bit?" Jim allowed his face to express curiosity, although he was uncertain that he could trust his expression to fully convey this. So he responded, verbally. "Yeah, go on then." was the best he could muster. Cursing inwardly at his mastery of the witty retort, he expanded this statement. "What are we going to do? Browse some spreadsheets? Do a power point presentation?" Michelle didn't respond, verbally. Instead she tipped up her monitor, and reached underneath. She pulled out a bag of white powder. Jim eyed it with a mixture of curiosity and enthusiasm. "Coke?" Both asked simultaneously. Neither laughed. Jim nodded and Michelle moved around the desk, to within a few inches of Jim. Jim felt his synapses crackle and developed goose bumps of exhilaration. Michelle's expression turned to one of concentration, and she emptied the bags content on the laminate wood surface. Jim grabbed a laminated business card from the desk and chopped out a couple of thick white lines. Michelle fished out a crisp twenty pound note, rolled it and passed it to Jim. Jim nodded his thanks and leaning over the desk, placed the end of the roll up over the powder. He raised his brows before he inhaled and was invigorated to see Michelle's breasts heaving as her breathing quickened. His hard on returned to attention, and he snorted the line in one, sitting up to rub his nose and blink. He grinned his sexiest grin to Michelle, who widened her eyes, and he passed the note over. She too leaned over, and began to snort. The lines had gone, but there was plenty more of the fine white powder on the desk. Michelle slowly sat up and as Jim had, rubbed her nose. Their eyes locked. They both laughed. Jim felt a gush of adrenaline and span in his chair. "Fuck!!!" he exhaled. "Yeah!!" replied Michelle. She stood and shook out her hair. Jim looked up and scanned her up and down. "I've had hard on all fucking evening. What do I do with now? Nip to the bogs?" he blurted. "I know you have, you sexy fucking bastard. I've been wanking most of the evening. Look." Michelle replied, and turned the monitor round to face Jim. On the screen was a picture of a couple fucking, doggy style. Another moment of silence followed. Before Jim stood up and approached Michelle. As he did, she reached out and cupped his cock through his trousers, whislt slipping her hand down the front of her skirt, into her tights. She withdrew her hand as Jim went to kiss her, and placed her wet fingers into his mouth. She rubbed his cock and they began to kiss, an incensed, wet exchange. His tongue explored her mouth and her tongue lashed his. His hand began to rub the mound of her snatch through her cotton skirt and she parted her legs, allowing him to push the fabric of her skirt into her swollen cunt lips. Michelle moaned and began to bite Jim's lips. His rubbing became more intense, and he slipped his hand down the front of her skirt, and rubbed through her tights. She was wearing no knickers and he let out a moan of lust, which Michelle responded to by biting him harder. He could feel the wetness of her cunt through the thick tights, which turned him on all the more. His mind alternated between intense rushes and clarity of sheer lust. Michelle moaned in harmony and unzipped his cock, pulling it out of his trousers. She began to wank him off, slowly but firmly, as Jim began to spread her sizzling cunt lips, and move his fingers back towards her arsehole. Michelle began to step backwards, and cleared the desk with her arm, staplers, papers and pens flying onto the floor. She sat spread legged on the desk, gazing at Jim with a deep shameless desire. Reaching forward she ripped open his shirt, as he hurriedly stepped out of his trousers and boxers, his cock bulging and pointing menacingly towards her. Jim tugged up her skirt and gazed at her cunt through her tights. He reached over to the pile of coke and dabbed some onto his finger. He placed the tip of his finger under Michelle's nose and she inhaled. He did the same for himself, then reached down to the crotch of her tights and began to attempt to tear open a hole. Abandoning this in a coked up frenzy, he knelt in front of her crotch and began to bite the material, until a sizeable hole had appeared. Her fat cunt lips exposed, Michelle lay back and Jim to began to furiously lap at her clitoris and chops. As she began to spasm and shout, grabbing his hair, he turned his attentions to her arsehole. It expanded and contracted around the tip of his tongue and he brought up his hand to her cunt. Friday Night After Work The smooth velvety blindfold feels soft against the corners of your eyes, but still allows no light in. I've tied you up before, and each time you feel yourself getting wet even before the soft knot behind your head is finished. As you stand in the middle of the room, I begin to rub your shoulders in a light circular fashion and slowly unzip your dress. As it falls to the floor, I begin kissing the back of your neck and resume the massage. You know I'm standing behind you, but you can only feel my hands. I whisper in your ear, "I love you more than anyone else in the world, and always will." While still rubbing your shoulders, I pull you back into me. You realize I'm naked as you feel my hardening member push into your back. You close your eyes and smile... I give you a hug, and wrap my hands around your body - just underneath your black bra covered breasts - and inhale the scent on your neck. We start moving backwards, you feel my upper body slide away and my knees move up your legs as I sit on the bed. "Come back and sit," I breathe. You do as you're told, and I resume rubbing your neck and shoulders. once again you feel my lips upon your neck and my tongue slightly dances along your skin. I nibble your earlobe for a quick second. "I know you'll enjoy this." You nod and breathe deeply, as I move my hands to your bra clasp. I return to your neck with my lips, and your lower body is starting to squirm and twitch ever so slightly. I smile to myself, knowing the effect I'm having on you as the third and fourth clasps come undone. I don't pull the bra off however, choosing instead to let it hang loosely over your shoulders. Instead, I guide you completely onto the bed, and we move back towards the headboard. My hands never leaving your shoulders and upper arms. I'm now sitting, with my back against the headboard, but I've allowed you to slide down a bit. You're head is resting on my chest and you hear my heart pounding away. My cock is still pushing into your upper back and my hands continue to rub your shoulders for a few more moments. While still rubbing your shoulders with one hand, the other moves away. Just before you start to notice it's absence, the unmistakable hum of a vibrator is heard close to your head. Then you feel the vibrator on your neck. This causes tiny, and almost electric sparks shoot down to your ever dampening womanhood as I slide the vibrator along your neck. You sigh and jump slightly at its touch and feel me harden into your back quickly, then subside. "Oohhh, that feels so nice..." Slowly, I move the vibrator down the outside of your arm. Then, and somewhat gracefully, I continue to move the throbbing noisemaker under your arm, while lifting it away from your body to allow access to your side and stomach. Bringing the pointy and smooth 5-inch machine up and under your bra, I make contact with the nipple and you repeat in a moaning sigh, "oohhh, that feels so nice..." Spending several moments with the vibrator on one nipple, I can not resists the temptation to move my free hand under your other breast. My fingers find their target and for a few minutes I play, rub and pinch that nipple - all the while, the vibrator is sending chills down your spine tweeting against the other rock-hard nipple. As my fingers start to get a little rougher with its captive nipple, the vibrator begins to move away and down your body. A few hard pinches get you to elicit two grunts and a very sexy "fuck, yea..." As you suddenly realize the vibrator is at the waistband of your panties, one last hard pinch causes you to jump slightly and a mini orgasm tracks through your body. This causes you to open your eyes and the stark realization that the blindfold is still on sends a last chill up your spine. The vibrator is moving more rapidly around the inside of your thighs, occasionally crossing your panties, pausing briefly on the top of your now-soaking wet pussy, and continuing on. Then the speed shifts and it move mores slowly...teasing you mercilessly This lasts for several increasingly agonizing moments, before my other hand is pulling up the waistband on your matching lace black semi see-through panties (with the pink bow right at the top), and you finally feel the vibrator strike home. The toy begins to rub your clit as it moves vertically up and down your wet slit. You're in heaven and begin to moan and shake freely as your first main orgasm starts to hit. The bright red and yellow colors explode into your closed eyes as your body tightens and convulses while waves of pleasure radiate from your clit. "Oh Jesus! Oh Jesus! Fucking bloody hell" - the waves subside momentarily and then begin building up again. You were cursing me for making you go without sexual contact of any kind for almost two weeks, but as another quick and thundering orgasm rips through your body, you're secretly glad you kept your word and stayed away from the toy now invading your clit with impunity. Then suddenly the toy moves back and away from your body. Your panties are snapped as my hands move completely away. The engine is shut of and you start to wonder what comes next as the slightly disorienting orgasm fades away. You ask yourself, if that was a door you just heard in the distance, but shrug it off to it being the neighbors as my hands return to your shoulders and my lips return to your neck. "Did you like that?" I ask to your nodding approval. "God, you look so sexy laying in my arms like this," once again whispering into your ear. "You should see how your breasts raise up when you cum. How you're breathing changes, and your mouth and cheeks look as I was playing with you. It certainly looks like you kept your promise, and now it's time to keep mine..." With that, I begin to move your bra straps away from your shoulders. As they fall down the sides of your arms, I move my hands back up to rest and hold your shoulder blades and base of your neck. I've stopped completely and a moment passes with my hands holding you from your back. Then you feel it. The bra is pulled away from chest level. You start to ask yourself (and me) what's going on, when I move my hands quickly to your head and gently turn yours to the side. Suddenly you feel skin on your lips, and as you move back slightly and open your mouth to ask, you feel the head of a very hard cock slide into your mouth just a bit. You're surprised for a moment, then you realize what's going on. I feel your hands squeeze my legs twice in a "thank you" gesture and watch as you grab this mystery cock at its base and swallow as much as you can. As you begin to blow this hard cock, you feel my hands move back around to your naked breasts and begin playing with your nipples again. This lasts a few moments and you're really enjoying this cock in your mouth, with my hands pinching your nipples again. You note that's It's a good size and very rigid, with a slight bend upwards. As it gets slick with your saliva, you suddenly feel my hand leave your nipple and close around your hand holding the mystery member. You stop and I pull the dick fro your mouth and rest it on your neck. The next thing you feel is my tongue and lips on off your neck - you realize that I'm sucking the guy off as well - but alternating between his shaft and your neck. Once again you feel how hard my own cock feels against your back. As I give the cock back to you to put in your mouth again, you feel the bottom end of the bed give way and two hands are suddenly pulling at the waistband of your panties. In almost a subconscious fashion, you raise your hips up and allow the pants to be pulled down your legs. As you take the cock back into your mouth, you feel my lips on your neck and my hands are rubbing your nipples again. Your conscious of the bottom end of the bed as it sags again, and you feel two soft hands push your legs apart and slowly slide palms-inward down your thighs. As the mouth and tongue start licking your wet cunt again, you bring your free hand up to the other mystery person's head. You feel like your going to explode and notice the cock in your mouth is starting to pulsate more and my cock is rock hard and jamming into your back. As you reach the top of the persons head, you feel a think mass of smooth, well styled hair. As you come to the realization that the mouth and lips circling and nibbling on your clit belong to a women, you begin to shudder in orgasm. "Ahh bloody fucking hell...Ahh fuuuck!" you yell, as the overload of feeling running through your body is causing the fireworks of colors shooting through your eyes again. The cock from your mouth is suddenly gone, but you lick your lips as the salty taste of his pre-come is lingering on your tongue and lips. I turn your head around and kiss you open mouthed, so I can taste him on you as well. A moment later, we break our kiss and I tell you again that I love you more than any other women in the world. "I love you too, and thank you!" You partly sigh, partly moan the words into my ear as I hug you again. All the while the mouth at your pussy is drawing you closer to another orgasm... As I return to your nipples, you feel the mouth pulsating up and down on your pussy, she suddenly seems to have less control. It still feels good and you're almost there, but the sudden change in movements is noticeable. Then you hear, and really feel, her moaning into your wet pussy. The moaning is getting louder and you suddenly feel her long nails digging into the outside of your legs. "He's fucking her..." I breath quietly to you. And then she suddenly stops - and yells and moans into your pussy - you begin to cum as well. "God yes! Fuck her good!" I hear you say - almost to my disbelief and I feel you shuddering again. For a moment everything stops. You feel the hot panting breath of the women on your thighs and drippingly wet pussy. You feel my hands rubbing your breasts, and my slow and steady deep breath around your neck. You feel your heart pounding in your chest. you feel you want more... "I want to dump my load into that English pussy." You hear the strange, evidently American, man say. And the women and I begin to turn you over. We move you into a more diagonal angle on the bed. As you're positioned on all fours, and two pillows are placed under your stomach - I ease my cock to your lips. "Finally...," you breathe and engulf my familiar tool into your mouth. You realize I'm now flat on my back. I'm in heaven as you start to blow me. The next thing you feel is the bed sag both in front and behind you. You feel the back of the legs of the women, which throws you for a second - until you hear her moan "ohh...that's it...right there...ohh God yes" - you realize she's basically sitting on my face and I'm eating her out. This is starting to turn you on even more, when you feel the other cock start to rub up and down on your pussy lips. Teasing you. He starts to push in, but then pulls out and rests it at your opening. You're dying... "Let me hear you say it, English!" the man teases you... "mmm...yea...tell him..." you hear me moan... "Oh...oh...please...please...fuck me! I need your cock right now!" you stop and pant on my cock. He slowly sinks his hard cock into your dripping snatch and really fills you up. You're seeing stars and realize that the cock you love is in your mouth, while this other great feeling cock is touching you and stretching you differently and wonderfully... It feels great and you start to come almost immediately. You're moaning on my cock for a moment and have to let me go as he starts to pound you and you can't breath at first. For a moment you enjoy this mystery tool pounding your pussy, then you return to my cock and begin sucking for all your worth. You hear the other women let out a low guttural moan and she kicks the bed near your head as you guess my tongue is doing its job very well, and she's cumming... A few minutes later you feel him get much harder and start to pulsate. You've already started cumming in wave after wave, orgasm after orgasm, and suddenly you're getting a lot wetter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!" the guy says as he pushes into you one last time as his orgasm hits. You let my cock fall from your mouth and struggle to catch your breath - you feel the other women push you over. "God damn, I need this ones cock in me right fucking now!" - The other woman's voice gives you a slight start... You have the desire to take off the blindfold, so you do. What you find is the man (any description you like) sitting on the edge of the bed breathing hard and smiling a nice and kind smile at you. You see me crawling over the women (any description you like), and starting to rub my cock teasingly across her shaved cunt lips. I look over and see you have removed your blindfold. I motion you over and kiss you on the lips. I mouth that I love you and get you to wrap your arms around me with your chest in my back. As you look over my shoulder, you tell the girl, "now it's your turn...beg for his big hard cock." We smile at each other... "God yes...please fuck me...fill me up with that wonderful cum...I need your cum inside me...fill me up with that big cock of yours!" "Not before you eat her out," I say and move back. "Not until you've cleaned your boyfriends cum out of her pussy." And with that, I move back and let you straddle her face. She begins to lick and suck you off and getting you hot all over again. As you start to build to wards orgasm again, you turn and see me standing at the foot of the bed getting a blow job from the guy. "That's it...keep it hard for her..." you hear me say and watch my cock slide gracefully in and out of his mouth. You then turn back around to look into the eyes of the women who's bringing you to another orgasm. "Turn around, but stay on her." I tell you. I then position myself on top of her, but leaning back, you're still straddling her face - but facing me as I bring my cock back to her entrance. "Put me in her," is all I say - looking deeply into your eyes. You look down and pull my cock into her. She starts moaning into your pussy again, and I take over and begin to slowly fuck her. A I start to build up momentum, and we get our balances, I look at you and reach out for your nipples again. As I fuck her, I start playing with your nipples and body. We're locked in a trance as she's licking your clit towards another orgasm and I'm fucking her into her own. Finally, I start to pick up the pace and as I start to fill her cunt up, I pull you into me and kiss you deeply. You cum a last time as well. We make out for a few extra moments while I'm buried in her and she's buried in you...