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The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 01

By: thewhitestripe



A Fortunate Accident

As Dean squinted through his sunglasses up at the bright blue summer sky, he marveled at what a perfect day it was for a run. He wiped his brow with the bottom of his singlet top and jogged from the park across the street to the bottom of his block, on the final stretch to his new home.

He had moved in only a week ago, but he was already enamoured with the neighourhood--plenty of trees and greenery, well-kept houses, not too far from his office, and with a large nature reserve abutting his block. He had already explored much of it on his daily runs, and was becoming more and more pleased with his choice to move there.

He checked his watch and took a deep breath, preparing for the last few hundred meters of his route. He was about to quicken his pace, finish strong, when he noticed a young woman jogging toward him. From this distance, he could see that she was thin, petite, with long hair tied back in a ponytail that swished back and forth dramatically as she ran. As they approached each other, he saw that she was young--probably in her early to mid twenties--blonde, wearing a light blue sports bra and tiny black spandex shorts, her flat, toned midriff bare. She wore sunglasses as well, so he could not tell if she was looking at him, but he decided that she would not be able to see him looking at her, so he continued to stare at the blonde vision bouncing toward him. As they came closer, Dean smiled at her and nodded politely. The young woman smiled back. Apparently she was watching him too.

Dean focused all his attention on her as they passed. He took in every detail; her slightly parted lips, the subtle beads of sweat trickling down her chest into her cleavage, the swells of her modest but firm breasts held snugly in place by her sports bra, the small buds of her nipples poking through. It felt like time slowed as his eyes fell to her flat tummy, the curves of her waist to her hips, her lean thighs. He watched her ponytail flick behind her as she went by, smelling a sweet aroma of her perfume and musky sweat, unable to turn his gaze away as he rubber-necked to look down to get a glimpse of her ass.

Unfortunately, his ogling was interrupted when his feet became tangled, and he sprawled headlong onto the sidewalk.

While he did his best to break his fall, his knee and the outside of his right leg scraped painfully on the pavement as he tumbled. He couldn't help but cry out in surprise, pain, and embarrassment. His glasses skittered along the ground and he rolled, absorbing much of the impact, finally coming to a halt on the lawn next to the sidewalk. He sat up on his knees and looked about him, hoping no one had seen his fall. He didn't see anyone ahead of him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my god! Are you ok?!" came a woman's high, concerned voice from behind him, as he heard running footsteps approach.

Dean winced, but not from the pain in his leg.

"Yeah, yeah, fine thanks. All good. Just, uh, rolled my ankle a bit," he replied, not daring to look up out of pure shame.

He felt a warm hand on his bare shoulder.

"Are you sure? It looked like a pretty hard fall."

Dean finally mustered the courage to look up. he was looking into the pretty blue eyes of the girl he had just jogged past moments before. She had lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head, and had a look of genuine concern. Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, nothing hurt here except my pride," he said, standing up. 

He bent to pick up his glasses, and smiled pathetically at the beautiful girl before him.

"Thanks for stopping, it's very nice of you. I'm ok, I'll just--"

"Oh!" she exclaimed, pointing down at his leg.

He looked down to see blood dripping from the nasty scrape from his lower thigh to his upper calf on the outside of his leg.

"No, it's alright, it looks worse than it is. Really, it's ok," he reassured her as she looked at him with greater concern.

"Oh my god, I feel terrible," she said.

"Why?"

"I don't know, I think maybe it may have been my fault. You fell just after we passed each other, maybe I tripped you."

"Don't be silly, I was just clumsy," Dean said, then he chuckled. "Well, maybe it is a tiny bit your fault. You're a very pretty woman. You may have distracted me just a bit."

She giggled, and if her cheeks were not already flushed from her jog, he might have thought she blushed.

"I'm so sorry. Look, my house is just at the end of the block. Why don't you come in and we'll get you cleaned up?"

Dean was about to tell her he was nearly home himself, but decided he would rather have this sexy girl take care of him than do it himself.

"I'd like that... I mean, if it's not too much trouble. I don't want to interrupt your exercise."

"No, no, it's fine. I've already done a few laps of the block, I was nearly done anyway. This way," she said, gesturing down the street. "My name's Andrea."

"I'm Dean. Nice to meet you, I just wish it was under less embarrassing circumstances," he replied smiling awkwardly.

"Oh don't worry about it. We've all been there," she laughed.

There was a pause in the conversation as they walked. Eventually, Andrea spoke.

"Do you live around here?"

"Um, actually yes. I was going to mention it earlier. I'm just over on Bentley. It's not far, I can just head home..."

"Oh... we just met and already you want to get rid of me?"

"No! No, I--"

She giggled and swatted his arm playfully. "Only joking, sweetie. I haven't seen you around here. Did you move here recently?"

"Yeah, just last week. It's a fantastic location. I'm loving it so far." His eyes ran up and down her body quickly before darting away again.

"It's a great area. I've lived here less than a year, so I'm relatively new myself. This one's mine," she finished, pointing.

Dean and Andrea walked up her front walkway and she opened the door for him to enter. Her place was spacious and tastefully decorated. Neat, but welcoming. Paintings adorned many of the walls.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she announced, shutting the door behind them.

The cool air conditioning felt wonderful on Dean's hot, sweaty skin.

"Follow me up the stairs, the bathroom's just down the hall on the right. You can jump in the shower and I'll get you some clothes. I think I've got a t-shirt and some shorts of my ex-boyfriend's that will fit you."

Andrea began walking up the stairs ahead of Dean. His eyes immediately gravitated to her bottom. His jaw actually dropped when he beheld it. It was perfectly shaped, like an upside-down heart, the soft, round curves under her buttocks perfectly framing the firm cheeks above. He noticed two small dimples at the small of her back. The way she swayed her ass as she walked up the stairs seemed a deliberate tease to Dean, and it took all his will power not to reach out and grasp the perfect ass that was less than two feet from his face. Despite his fatigue and the stinging pain in his leg, he found himself wishing the staircase would never end.

"Here you go. There's fresh towels in the cupboard inside. Make yourself at home. I'll get you those clothes." She turned quickly and left down the hallway, turning into the far left hand doorway and out of view.

Dean entered the bathroom and looked at himself in the full-length mirror next to the bathtub. He was lean and athletic, with short brown hair, a short growth of stubble on his square jaw. His shoulders were broad for his relatively thin frame, and his body fat percentage was enviably low. He looked at his leg, seeing the blood slowly drying on his skin and soaking into his sock. He pulled off his singlet, revealing his toned torso dripping with sweat. He bent down and untied his shoes, removing them and his socks. Next he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pulled his shorts and boxers down.

As he tossed them into a pile with his shoes and singlet, he looked back in the mirror. He was handsome; not strikingly so, but he had no shortage of attention from the opposite sex. But his most remarkable asset was his manhood. It hung proudly, thick and long, even when flaccid. Every woman he had ever been with had commented positively about his size, and he certainly made some of the guys on his ice hockey team envious when they were in the shower room.

He stepped across the bathroom and into the shower stall at the foot of the bathtub. He turned the water on and rinsed his body clean, using the soap to wash his injury. He winced as he cleaned the wound, but the pain soon subsided and he turned his face into the warm stream of water. 

Suddenly, something caught his eye. He thought he saw some movement near the bathroom door. He had not closed it when he entered. Being on a mixed-sex ice hockey team had made him casual about nudity. There were two women on the team, one in her twenties and the other in her early or mid-thirties--around Dean's age. They were both very attractive, and it did not bother them when the men went to the showers in the room adjacent to the change room. There was a separate curtain for the women's use, but Dean had no doubt they snuck peeks at the men as they showered. After all, Dean would have done the same if it was the other way around.

In any case, he had no qualms about showing off. He was proud of his body, and had nothing to hide. But now he was intrigued. Was Andrea spying on him? He decided to turn around and face away from the door, but the reflection of the doorway showed in the nearby medicine cabinet's mirror. He scrubbed his body and kept an eye on the door. There it was again! The hallway was fairly dark, but he thought he could perceive some motion near the door frame. He kept watch and thought he saw the outline of a head peeking around the corner.

Dean smiled to himself and felt a tingle in his loins. He liked the idea of a sexy girl watching him as he showered. Slowly, he turned back around and ran his hands through his hair, giving Andrea a full-frontal view of his body. He wished he could have heard her reaction, but the sound of the water was far too loud. His hands roamed over his chest and hard abs, down to his closely-cropped pubic hair. He stroked his hands along his length, pulling it, then letting it fall and swing between his legs. He could feel it begin to grow.

'Wait, what am I doing?' he thought. 'I can't just jerk off in this girl's shower. I've just met her!' He turned and shut off the water, again keeping an eye on the door in the mirror. He saw Andrea duck away quickly. He got out and dried himself off, feeling refreshed. He wrapped the small towel around his waist. It was so small it left a slit at his thigh. He heard footsteps in the hallway.

"Hey Dean, are you decent? I've got some clothes for you, and I'll put a band-aid on that scrape," called Andrea's musical voice, with a hint of nervousness.

"Yep, all good. Come on in."

Andrea entered tentatively, and immediately looked at Dean's groin area. His semi-engorged cock made a noticeable bulge in the small towel. She was still wearing her running outfit.

"Oh, um, good... I'll just put these here," she said, setting the t-shirt and shorts down on a table next to the door, but not taking her eyes off his bulge.

Eventually she pulled her eyes away, then went to the medicine cabinet to fetch some first aid supplies. 

"Just sit here," she gestured to the edge of the tub.

Dean sat and gripped the edge of the tub for balance. The towel draped down exposing nearly his entire right leg. Andrea got out some antiseptic cream and knelt on the bath mat next to him. Dean spread his legs slightly so the towel just barely rested on his lap, and he felt his cock sway underneath him. From Andrea's angle, she must have been able to see it clearly, dangling down between his legs. He noticed her eyes widen and her mouth open in amazement. After a few moments, Dean cleared his throat.

"Oh, sorry! Um, here just let me..."

She fumbled with the cream, finally managing to spread some on the scrape. Her fingers were gentle, and the pain was tolerable. Andrea's eyes looked up into Dean's for reassurance. He nodded subtly, and she looked back down. Soon she was stroking his upper thigh, no longer anywhere near the scrape. Dean felt his penis begin to rise. Andrea stared as if in a trance. He wanted her to touch it, to pull his towel back and stroke him to rock hardness. He was about to move his hand to put it on top of hers, when she suddenly stopped, blinking rapidly.

"There, that should be ok. Here." She put a couple large band-aids on the scrape, pressing on them carefully, then stood up quickly, her breasts wiggling under her top.

"There you go. All patched up!"

"Thank you so much Andrea. Really, you didn't have to go to all this trouble."

"It's fine, I really don't mind. You can put these clothes on in my room while I have a quick shower. It's just down the hall on the left. You can use my laptop if you get bored."

"Thanks," Dean said, standing and attempting but failing to hide the bulge his semi-erect cock was making in the towel.

Andrea had another glance down at his groin, then looked up at him, blushing. Dean smiled and walked past her, first picking up his clothes, then the clothes Andrea had left on the table. He nodded to her as he exited the bathroom. As he went down the hall, he did not hear the door close. He hoped she would repay the favour.

He entered her room and looked out the large window facing her back yard. Across the small yard, he saw the back of his house!

"Hey, Andrea, that's my house right behind yours!" he called down the hallway.

"No way! That's great! We'll have to put a little door on the back fence so we can visit each other more easily," she responded.

"Definitely."

He hung his towel on a chair at her desk where a laptop sat and put the clothes on. Her ex must have been a bigger guy, because both the t-shirt and shorts were rather baggy. The shorts were cotton track pant material, and felt soft on his skin, as he was not wearing underwear. He pulled the drawstring so they would not fall down.

The sound of splashing water came from down the hallway. He thought he should wait a minute before trying to spy on Andrea. Dean's gaze drifted back to her laptop, where a colourful screensaver pattern raced across the screen. He touched the keys and opened a browser window. Out of curiosity, he checked her browsing history. It included news sites, fashion and art blogs, and shopping sites, but one site caught his eye. It was a site he was familiar with: an adult erotic fiction website with a bulletin board. As a hobby Dean liked to write erotic fiction--when he could find the time--and this was the site he posted on! He had spoken with a couple members before through the boards and private messages, but he had never met one in person. Dean rubbed his chin, then clicked on the link. It opened, and he noticed that Andrea seemed to be logged in under the username p_c352006. She was a member too! He made a mental note of the username, then closed the browser. He would have to investigate later at his home. At this moment, he was curious about what he might see through Andrea's bathroom door.

As quietly as he could manage, Dean crept down the carpeted hallway. As he approached the bathroom door, he saw that it was open about a foot. He moved closer, and noticed some material on the floor just inside the door. It was Andrea's spandex short shorts, and inside was a tiny pink thong. The blood began to rush back into Dean's member as his heart beat hard in his chest. He listened for a moment, hearing Andrea splashing, then carefully and slowly peeked past the door frame.

What he saw took his breath away. Andrea was facing him, and had her leg up on the ledge where the glass of the shower stall met the tub. Her head was bent looking down, and her left hand was splayed on her abdomen. In her right hand she held a razor, and was carefully and methodically shaving her pussy. Dean blinked and licked his lips, feeling a sudden bolt of pleasure in his groin. 

Andrea's long, wet hair was draped over her shoulder, and the water cascaded over her back and shoulders, dripping down over her firm breasts. Her small nipples were hard and protruding, and Dean's mouth watered with the idea of what they would feel like on his tongue. She finished her careful grooming and rinsed her mound clean, rubbing it and cupping it with her hand. She set her razor down and ran both hands up her body, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, her head thrown back. Her leg was still up on the ledge, and Dean had a perfect, clear view of her cute, freshly shorn pussy, the lips parted slightly to reveal a deep pink slit.

The bulge in his shorts was made more noticeable because of the looseness of the fabric. He was pitching a veritable tent. Before he was aware of what he was doing, his hand slipped into the waistband and gripped his thick shaft, squeezing it firmly. Andrea had run her hand back down to her womanhood, and was now carefully stroking her fingertips along her clit. Her other hand kneaded her breast and she bit her lip, her eyes closed. Dean began to slowly stroke his cock through his shorts, but found the restraining waistband uncomfortable. He untied the drawstring and pulled the waistband down to his thighs. He extracted his enormous member and stroked its length, sighing at the waves of pleasure it sent through him.

Over the sound of the water, Dean thought he could hear small, short, high-pitched moans coming from Andrea. She was clearly enjoying herself, and at this point Dean almost didn't care if she saw him spying on her while jerking off. Still, he felt nervous, and was careful not to stand too much in view. Andrea slipped a finger into her pussy and began stroking it in and out, first slowly, then more quickly. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, and her mouth was open. Dean stroked himself faster, imagining what it would feel like to have his cock inside her young, tight, smooth pussy.

Suddenly, Andrea put her leg down and put her finger in her mouth, sucking her pussy juice from it. She was looking off to the side at... what? Dean wondered. He stroked his dick harder and faster, cupping his balls as he watched her pull her finger out of her mouth and run it over her pouting lips. His legs felt weak and his heart raced as he thought about what he was doing. 'I'm masturbating as I watch this hot girl I just met pleasure herself in the shower.' He couldn't believe what he was doing, but he was unable to stop.

She turned around to face away from him, and her ass came into view. He felt his balls tingle in pleasure as he beheld the perfect, firm, round cheeks. He imagined gripping her buttocks roughly in his hands and pulling her onto his waiting cock, impaling her pussy hard. Almost as if she could read his thoughts, Andrea bent over at the waist and pressed her ass cheeks against the clear class of the shower stall door. Dean thought he might ejaculate right then and there, but controlled himself, taking deep breaths through his nose and biting his tongue. He saw her fingers appear at her bald mound between her thighs, her fingers slipping along her wet slit as the water cascaded over her perfect ass. Again, she dipped her fingers inside her pussy as she put her other hand on the far wall to stabilise herself.

"Oooohhhh...."

He clearly heard her moan in pleasure, a moan he probably even would have heard if he was still in her bedroom. She rubbed her sweet bottom over the glass as she got herself off. Dean's cock was now pulsing in his hand, and he knew if he continued to stroke himself much longer while watching Andrea in the shower, he would lose control. 

Quickly and without thinking, Dean crouched and swept his hand just inside the door, picking Andrea's shorts and panties up off the floor of the bathroom. He stepped back into the hall and looked down at his hand. He could feel the wetness of her shorts and panties, soaked with her sweat from her afternoon run. He held his dick at the base and stroked his length along the material, his hot cock feeling the cool sweat of her shorts. When he looked back up, Andrea was facing him, her back against the tiled far wall of the shower, her legs spread and bent slightly at the knees. One hand squeezed her tit firmly, her nails digging into the soft flesh of her breast, her nipple protruding from between her fingers. The other hand was rapidly plunging two fingers in and out of her pussy. He could hear the wet smacking sounds as her palm connected with her mound upon each thrust of her digits into her sex. She moaned loudly now, and her head was turned slightly, again not looking at him, but looking intently at something.


The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 01



This was too much for Dean. He pumped his cock furiously and opened his mouth in a silent scream as his cock swelled in his stroking hand. Long, thick, milky streams of cum exploded from his dick head, spurting across Andrea's shorts and panties held in his other hand. His head swam as he watched Andrea's legs quiver as she came, her fingers dipping inside her womanhood a few final times. Still more of his seed spurted onto her shorts, covering them in sticky strings. He watched her body twitch with the aftershocks of her orgasm as his dick spilled the rest of its load onto the now completely soaked garments. 

He breathed hard and squeezed the tip of his spent cock, the last few drops oozing out. In a rush, he realised where he was and what he had done. His face went from bright red to dead pale in a matter of seconds. He had just stroked himself to orgasm into Andrea's shorts and panties! How was he supposed to cover this up? He knew he couldn't very well take them, as she would certainly notice that. But he couldn't replace them; they were covered in his cum. He heard the click of the shower door and knew he had no choice. He balled the shorts and panties up, hiding his sticky mess as best he could ('why did his load have to have been so huge?!' he thought in annoyance), then, when Andrea was shutting the shower door, placed them back on the floor where he had found them. Without looking up to see if she had noticed, Dean made a quick escape down the hallway back to Andrea's room, pulling his shorts up over his sagging erection as he went. 

He paced up and down in her room, trying to catch his breath, wondering what he should do. The thought of bolting occurred to him, but she would find that strange, and probably creepy. Though how could that be creepier than him watching her in the shower and spunking on her shorts? He stared out the window to calm his nerves. 'I'll just have to face her', he decided. After all, she watched me in the shower. Feeling better, he took a deep breath. He heard footsteps in the hallway, then thought he should probably look busy, otherwise she would wonder what he was doing while she was in the shower. He sat down quickly at her computer and opened a random page from her bookmarks shortcut, then turned to look at her as she entered the room.

Andrea wore only a towel. It was incredibly short, barely covering her ass and pussy. Her wet hair fell in strands around her face. Her cheeks were rosy red, and her pouting breasts rose and fell alluringly under her towel.

"Mmmmm, that's better," she moaned, winking at him.

He noticed that she was not carrying her workout clothes, and it occurred to him that she probably didn't know about what he had done. He decided the timing was right.

"Yeah, feels good, doesn't it? Look, I've taken up enough of your time, I'd better head home," he said, standing and gathering his things.

"Thanks so much for the shower, and for patching me up. Maybe I'll bring something over for you as a proper thanks."

He backed away toward her bedroom door.

"Oh, leaving so soon? Ok, just don't forget these."

Andrea turned away from him and bent over to pick up his clothes. He watched as the towel rode up her bottom, exposing the curves under her ass cheeks, then her cute, bare pussy lips, and even a faint shadow of her asshole between her perfect buttocks. Dean's cock stirred once more, and began to tent his shorts. Andrea stood up and turned around, smiling devilishly and handed Dean his things.

"Thanks again, really. You're amazing." He meant it in more ways than one. "I'll see you soon, yeah?"

"I hope so, Dean," she responded, touching the top of her breast with her hand and pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Dean smiled and spun around, eager to make a quick escape. He walked home as quickly as he could, his cock bouncing comically in his loose shorts, his mind filled with images of the beautiful Andrea. Once inside the safety of his own house, he wondered when she would discover his messy present, and how she would react. He hoped desperately that everything would be ok. But more than anything, he wanted to see her again. Soon.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 02



The sound of the front door closing woke her from her temporary hypnosis, as self-awareness came washing back over her. Andrea, standing in the middle of her bedroom dressed only in a small white towel, blushed deeply as her heart thudded with excitement. 'Oh my god, did that just happen?' she thought to herself. Her mind raced, the events of the past 45 minutes flashing through her memory.

She had just me her new neighbour, Dean--a handsome, fit 30-something man with brown hair, hazel eyes, and one of the largest cocks she had ever seen. He had tripped and fallen when they passed each other jogging--likely because he couldn't take his eyes off her young, lean body--and she had invited him back to her house to let him shower and clean up his scraped leg. He had left the bathroom door open, and she had secretly watched him shower. When it was her turn, she had decided to put on a show for him, fingering herself to orgasm. She knew he had been watching her, and had seen him clearly--hiding in the hallway--in the reflection of the medicine cabinet. To her amazement, he had actually taken his dick out and masturbated as he watched her.

Presently, she walked back to the bathroom and looked at the floor. Her balled-up spandex running shorts and pink thong were lying there where he had put them. She bit her lip as she bent down to pick them up, recalling the image of him stroking his enormous manhood, depositing his load into the sweaty garments.

She gingerly opened them in her hand with her fingertips, and gasped as the amount of cum soaking into the material. His load was as impressive as his dick, and she looked wide-eyed at the sticky mess, tracing a finger through the thick, white strands. The musky smell of his seed wafted up to her and she unconsciously licked her soft lips. She felt a tingle in her groin at the thought of Dean watching her through the door, pleasuring himself as she put on a show. Her cheeks flushed again, this time in embarrassment, as she tossed her soiled shorts and panties into the laundry hamper and returned to her room.

Andrea was usually a fairly shy person. She was friendly and sociable, but certainly not extroverted, and her sexual experiences could be described as somewhat conservative for someone of her age and attractiveness. She had certainly not done anything as adventurous as let an older man she had just met watch her shave her pussy clean and masturbate to orgasm in the shower. Her emotions mixed within her, eliciting butterflies in her stomach--excitement and shame, thrill and anxiety.

As she opened her dresser drawer to choose some clothes to wear, she glanced over at her laptop. Dean had been sitting in the desk chair when she'd entered her room, pretending he had been there the whole time. She looked at the browser window open on the screen. She was shocked to discover that it was her profile page for the erotic fiction website she posted on! He must have forgotten to close the browser. How much had he seen? He likely wouldn't have had time to read any of her stories, but now he knew she was a user on the site. She had no doubt he would have taken note of her username, and would probably check out her profile when he got home. She felt embarrassed, but part of her wanted him to see it. The thought of him reading her stories and getting turned on was appealing to her. 

Andrea pulled a pair of panties, a short summer skirt, and a thin cotton tank top from her dresser and tossed her towel on the bed, exposing her petite body to the cool air circulating in her bedroom. As she pulled her thong up her thighs and felt the material rest snugly between her perfect buttocks, she smiled to herself and wondered what naughty adventure would befall her next.

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The front doorbell's musical chime rang through the empty house and drifted through the screen door at the back, just far enough tickle her ear. Andrea lifted her head from the sun lounger and lowered her magazine to her lap. She had been catching some sun in her small back yard on a midday Sunday, reclining on the lounger in a miniscule red string bikini, her skin glistening with lotion. 

Again, the chime rang. She tossed the magazine on the small table next to her and stood, putting on a long, loose t-shirt to cover herself before hurrying through the house to the front door. 

"Coming!" she called as she nimbly stepped across the hardwood floor, her many years of dancing explaining the powerful grace of her motion.

She opened the door and was greeted by Dean, her new neighbour. He was wearing a snug white t-shirt and cargo shorts with flip flops, and looked even more handsome than the day before when they had met.

"Hi Andrea," he said, his eyes quickly darting up and down her body, lingering on her bare legs. "Um, I just came by to say thanks for yesterday."

He held out a bouquet of flowers and an oval-shaped object wrapped in a tea towel.

"I picked these from my garden, and brought over some homemade bread," he said, handing them to her.

"Oh, thank you Dean! These are lovely. And the bread's still warm!" she replied, smiling at him, her eyes sparkling.

He smiled back sheepishly and stood awkwardly in the doorway. Andrea suddenly felt nervous too, remembering what had happened the day before.

"Oh my god, how rude of me. Come in, come in," she urged him, stepping out of the way. "I was just relaxing in my backyard. Would you like to join me?"

"Sure," his face lit up as he stepped inside.

Andrea put the flowers in a vase and the bread on the cutting board in the kitchen, cutting a few slices to put on a plate with a small dish of olive oil, then led Dean outside. He surveyed the yard, then took a seat in a patio chair. Andrea turned away and slowly pulled her t-shirt over her head, making sure Dean got a good, long look at the red bikini bottoms bunched between her soft butt cheeks. She turned back around and reclined on her lounger, adjusting the cups of her bikini to expose more of her breasts. Dean eyed her hungrily, then cleared his throat and pretended to be distracted by something across the way.

"How's your leg?" asked Andrea.

"Oh, fine thanks. Just a small scrape, so I don't think it will affect my hockey career," he laughed.

"You play hockey?"

"Just an amateur league, for fun. It keeps me active."

Andrea imagined a group of sweaty men stripping down in the change room and felt a tingle between her legs.

"Maybe I could come watch one of your games sometime."

"That would be great. Our fan base is pretty thin. I'm sure the guys would love to have you supporting us," he chuckled.

Andrea imagined a few other ways she could 'support' the team, then blushed at the naughty thought that had popped into her head. 'What's gotten into me?' she thought to herself.

They chatted outside for a while, enjoying the summer weather. Andrea took note of how often Dean's gaze drifted over her body, scanning her legs, flat stomach, and perky breasts. After some time, Dean stood.

"I should be heading off. I've got a bit of work to do on the house this afternoon."

"So soon? Ok Dean, thank you for stopping by, and for the lovely flowers and the bread."

He smiled and his eyes darted to her tits, where her nipples poked subtly through.

"It's a shame you have to walk all the way around the block," she continued. "Maybe we should install a gate," she laughed.

He raised his eyebrows and the corner of his mouth turned up slyly.

"You know, It wouldn't be hard. I have the tools and hardware. I could do it this afternoon if you wanted. I'd just have to cut a section out of the fence and put some hinges in along one of the support posts."

"Really? Yeah, go for it. I don't mind."

"Are you sure? It'll be a bit noisy."

"No, that's fine. As long as you don't mind me watching you work."

He grinned. "Of course I don't mind."

With that he disappeared through the house. Before long Dean was hard at work, sawing out a section of the fence and attaching the hardware. Andrea watched him avidly, especially from the moment he removed his shirt. Sweat glistened on his chest, back and shoulders as he took measurements and made marks on the wood with the pencil he had stuck behind his ear. She began to fantasise about him, and before long felt a warmth between her legs. 

She turned to lie on her stomach and untied the strings of her bikini, letting them fall to the side and folding her arms under her head. She made sure that Dean had a good view of her body, her breasts pushing against the lounger, bulging subtly out from under her, her back scooped, sticking her ass up to display it in all its curvaceous glory. The material of her bikini bottoms had been pulled further into her butt crack, revealing more of her luscious buttocks. Andrea observed Dean from behind her large, dark sunglasses. She noticed that he was finding it harder and harder to keep his attention on his work. He continually looked over at her reclining body, dropping his tools, taking frequent breaks to wipe sweat from his brow with his t-shirt, all while hungrily surveying her supine form.

After giving Dean an eyeful of her sexy ass for a while, she turned over, holding her bikini top to her chest. Once on her back, she adjusted her top so that it lay across her breasts, the small red triangles just barely covering her erect nipples. She lifted one knee slightly and settled back, making sure she was facing Dean, but not so much that he would suspect she was staring at him. The warm sun caressed her skin as she watched him hoist the gate into place, the muscles in his back and shoulders rippling. She became drowsy, her eyes closing involuntarily as her mind strayed into the naughty fantasies of her daydreams.

"Andrea?"

She was on a beach... sun on her naked skin... Dean's body hovered over her, his manhood erect and directed at her wet opening... she wrapped her arms around him, her nails scratching at his back... he spoke her name softly... Andrea... she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him to her, his cock moments away from penetrating her burning pussy...

"Hello? Andrea?"

The voice was loud enough to wake her. Her eyes fluttered under her dark sunglasses as Dean came into focus, standing next to her lounger. Her body was still paralysed from the dream she had been having, and she was just about to make an effort to acknowledge him when he leaned down slightly, waving his hand in front of her face. He stopped, staring down at her, then looked around, uncertain what to do next. He was evidently unwilling to wake her from such a seemingly deep sleep. He stepped quietly away to the gate, crouching at his toolbox and pulling the pencil from behind his ear. He hastily scrawled a note on a pad of paper, and returned to Andrea's lounger, putting the note under the glass of water on the small table next to her.

As he leaned down, she could smell sawdust and sweat on his skin. He began to straighten up, but hesitated, his eyes carefully scanning every inch of her reclined body. He wiped his brow with his hand, then rubbed his chin, his eyes crawling over her barely-concealed breasts. Moments passed, neither of them moving. Dean looked about him, then back at Andrea, waving his hand again, this time only inches from her face. He stopped and waited. He touched her shoulder gently and spoke her name again. She did not move. He stood straight, putting his hands on his hips and scanning the area. 'What is he doing?' she wondered.

After another few moments, Dean looked back down at her and carefully fished into the pocket of his cargo shorts. He retrieved his phone and touched the screen urgently. He angled it down at her and touched the screen again. 'Oh my god, he's taking pictures of me!' Andrea realised. She considered moving, altering him to the fact that she might be waking up... then hesitated. As he snapped another photo of her near-naked body, she felt a spark of excitement in her groin. She wanted to smile to herself. She was proud of her figure, and it was nice to know Dean was so impressed that he would risk taking secret photos of her when she might wake up at any moment.

After a few more photos, Dean stopped and looked around again. His eyes were drawn back to the loose bikini top resting across the swells of her modest bosom. He rubbed his chin again, then licked his lips. He put the phone back in his pocket and leaned down slowly. He splayed the fingers of his hands, but kept his thumbs and forefingers nearly touching, like he was holding a sheet of wet paper. Ever so slowly, his eyes occasionally darting up to her face, he descended on her and took the edge of her bikini in his fingertips. With surgical delicacy, he began to pull the top down. Andrea felt the soft material on her nipples, and they hardened instantaneously, protruding from her pale pink areolas. They poked out so much that the bikini top briefly caught on them, but Dean still slid the top down, her nipples springing free into the open air as the material came free.

Dean froze when he saw her hard nubs flick into the open, scanning her face for a reaction. She could barely control her excitement. Her heart was beating so hard she thought he might actually hear it. She felt a flush on her cheeks and a warmth in her groin. Goosebumps broke out on her breasts and her nipples felt like pebbles. She did her best to control her breathing, to give nothing away. After what seemed like an eternity, Dean continued to slip her top down. It still lay across her body, but now her breasts were completely exposed. He gently placed the cups back against her skin so it would look like the bikini had simply slipped down as she slept. 

Again, he slipped his hand into his pocket and retrieved his phone, this time nearly dropping it as he took several photos of her body, focusing especially on her now bare breasts. Her eyes followed the hard lines of his body down to his shorts, where a long, prominent bulge was forming along his inner thigh. 'Why am I letting him do this?' she thought. 'He's taking pictures of my tits in my own back yard!' Her heart skipped a beat at the thought, and her pussy burned with excitement. Still, she waited, and watched.

It did not take long before Dean's free hand wandered down to his crotch, impatiently gripping the cylindrical shape protruding from his shorts. His head swiveled about the yard, scanning for nosy neighbours. Satisfied that he was not being watched, he quietly unzipped his fly and fished his hand into his loose shorts. He grimaced with the effort of retrieving his enormous penis and pulling it through the opening of his fly. Andrea nearly gasped as it flopped into view, swaying heavily in a semi-engorged state, pointing vaguely at her face like a fat snake responding to a charmers' music. 

Andrea had seen it already when Dean was in her shower the day before, but this was entirely different. She was so close to it. If she bent her left arm at the elbow, she would be able to caress the bulging head. And it was growing. Dean took a deep breath and stroked his hand along his thick shaft, squeezing it at the base and making it swell like a water balloon. He stroked it again and it stiffened further. Andrea struggled to maintain her composure. She felt exposed, vulnerable, but the butterflies in her stomach were not caused by these things alone. Aching desire and waves of arousal coursed through her nubile body and it took all her effort not to pull Dean down on top of her to get sexual release from this torturous inertia.

The veins stood out along Dean's impressive column as he achieved rock-hardness. Andrea's mouth watered involuntarily as she thought about how in the world her mouth would be able to accommodate such girth. She felt dampness soaking her bikini bottoms as she thought again of her dream, Dean's manhood touching her soft, bare labia as he prepared to drive it deep inside her. He stroked himself faster now, and with his other hand he took more photos, this time with his massive cock in the foreground, as if it was about to touch her breasts.

It was becoming more and more difficult for Andrea to maintain control. She knew she was breathing harder, and her fingers itched to either caress Dean's flesh, or dive into her bikini bottoms and pleasure herself shamelessly. She found instead of being offended, violated, and repulsed by his bold actions, she was falling father into a vast pit of wanton sexual cravings. She wanted him to kiss her mouth hard and rough, to rub his cock against her breasts, to push his fingers into her wet hole. All the while, she wondered how far he would go. Would he stop before he got carried away? Would he wait for her to wake up and discover him jerking off over her like this? Would he stroke himself to orgasm, blasting his cum across her reclined body and unsuspecting face? These thoughts pushed her closer to her own precipice. Her control and composure was slipping away. Her pussy tingled and bolts of pleasure shot through her body. She saw Dean bite his lip as his stroking reached a fevered pace. 'Yes! Yes, cum on me, baby! Cum all over your little slut!' her mind shouted.

When the phone in his hand vibrated, Dean's body jerked so hard it looked like he'd been electrocuted. He released his cock, letting it spring up and down like a diving board, and began desperately swiping the screen of his phone. After he had turned it off, he suddenly seemed to realise where he was and what he was doing. He sprang towards Andrea's house, and she heard grunting as she imagined him attempting the impossible task of stuffing his fully erect manhood back through the small opening of his fly. She heard her screen door open and close. She waited a minute before attempting to move.

Turning her head, she saw no trace of Dean. 'He must have gone out the front', she thought. She sat up, pulling the bikini top completely off and setting it on the table. The note there read: 'Didn't want to wake you. Finished the gate. Feel free to use it anytime you like :) -Dean', with his phone number written at the bottom. She smiled to herself and reclined again, breathing deeply. She enjoyed the feeling of the open air against her breasts, and the thought of her neighbours seeing her topless like this excited her. She began to wonder about herself; about what had come over her lately. She was normally timid. Where had this naughty, exhibitionist streak come from? She had genuinely surprised herself when she wished that Dean had ejaculated on her. She'd just met him, and they were outside in her back yard, visible to a few of the neighbours, if they happened to be on their second floors. And now she was lying here, bare chested, her bikini bottoms soaked in her juices, her nipples still hard with excitement.

The fingers of her right hand wandered over her tummy and down to the red triangle of fabric between her legs. She gingerly touched herself, feeling her wetness, her warmth. Her skin broke out in goosebumps and she sighed as she pushed her middle finger against her clit, feeling its hardness through her bikini. Unable to stop herself, she slid her fingertips up to her abdomen, then slipped them deftly beneath her bikini bottoms, feeling the smooth, soft skin of her mound. She stroked her finger along her moist slit, closing her eyes and biting her lip. The image of Dean's hard body and pendulous manhood towering above her flooded her mind as she pushed her finger between her labia. It slipped in easily aided by her womanly secretions and she moaned softly. With her other hand she gently rolled her nipple in her fingers, teasing the tip and feeling its hardness.

Andrea spread her legs, giving in to her self-stimulation. She now gripped her breast firmly, feeling her nipple hard against her palm, and curled her finger inside her soaking pussy. She moaned again, louder this time, and arched her back, her head rolling, her mouth open. 'Is someone watching me now? Watching as I shamelessly masturbate for my whole neighbourhood to see? Getting myself off in public like a dirty slut?' Her boldness, embarrassment, arousal, shame, and ambivalence all clashed within her, but served only to excite her further. Her hand worked busily under the material of her bikini, dipping her fingers in and our of her pussy with gleeful abandon. She trembled as she felt the wave of her orgasm approaching.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 02



"Oh, you're awake."

Dean's voice came from behind her, and she heard the screen door close. Her arm clasped her breasts to her chest and her other hand cupped her hot mound as his footsteps approached.

"Oh! Oh my god, I'm sorry..." he stammered as he walked up beside her to see her in her compromising position.

He turned away abruptly. "I'm so sorry, I'll just..." he said, as he attempted to walk in several directions at once.

"No, it's ok! I was just... I just wanted to... avoid getting tan lines," Andrea giggled, her cheeks glowing red. "It's ok, I'm decent. You can look," she added, although she made no attempt to put her bikini top back on.

Dean turned around slowly, his eyes roaming over her body.

"Um..." he hesitated as he looked at her groin.

She had forgotten to take her hand out of her bikini bottoms! Like a flash, her hand flew up to her chest, clasping it. Her fingers glistened obviously with her pussy juice. A wet spot was noticeable on the material. Dean looked at it in an almost contemplative manner, then looked back up the length of her body and into her eyes. A sudden smile broke across his face, and he laughed. Andrea couldn't help but join him, and it eased the tension greatly.

"Having a little fun back here, are we?" he said, and winked.

"Well... I thought you had left. I saw your note. You weren't spying on me, were you?" she fired back, smirking devilishly.

His smile faltered for a moment, but Dean recovered himself.

"Of course not. I just needed to use your bathroom, and I was coming back through to get my tools."

"Really? Ok, I'll let you off this time. After all, you did handle your tool quite well this afternoon. I admit I enjoyed watching."

Again, Dean's grin faltered. "Um, yeah. Uh, I should clean up. And like I said, feel free to use the gate anytime." He turned and began gathering up his tools.

Andrea stood, keeping one arm across her chest, and approached Dean, swaying her hips. He watched her approach, standing slowly. She could smell the sweet sawdust and sweat aroma again, and another twinge of pleasure rolled through her body.

"I didn't quite thank you properly," she said softly, looking up into his hazel eyes.

She lifted her sunglasses and put them on her head. Then she then lifted her arms, linking them around his neck, and pressed the full length of her body against his, feeling his warm skin next to hers. She lilted her head up and stood on her toes, pressing her lips firmly against his. The kiss was long, passionate, expressing on their lips and tongues the mutual pent-up desire for sexual release. Her bare breasts pushed against his chest and she felt his cock beginning to harden again, poking against her inner thigh. His hands held her small waist and began to slide down to her ass when she pulled back. She trailed her fingers down his chest and stepped away from him, making no attempt to hide her tits. He stood, open-mouthed in front of her, searching her eyes, her body, breathing hard.

She touched his lips with her finger and smiled.

"I'll see you soon, neighbour."

With those words, she turned and sauntered back into her home, feeling his eyes on her swaying bottom.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 03



The last of the water circled the shower drain, pulled inevitably into the opening at the bottom. The hot, dry summer evening made using a towel almost unnecessary. Nevertheless, Dean dried his hair and face, then left his bathroom naked, his long, thick penis bouncing off his thighs as we walked to his bedroom.

The afternoon he had spent installing the gate between his and Andrea's properties had been invigorating. He smiled and shook his head with incredulity, barely able to believe what had happened, or what he had done. Andrea had been sunning herself in her small backyard as he worked, her tiny bikini top barely clinging to her breasts. 

Dean walked to his desk and picked his phone up, scrolling through the pictures he had taken. There she was: her breasts exposed, the loose strings and cups of her bikini sitting loosely across her tummy. Her nipples poking out obviously in the open air, capping the soft swells of her pale breasts. His engorged cock was in the foreground of the next photo, hanging above her vulnerable body like a flesh baton, pointing at her pretty, serene face.

He felt a thrill as he recalled almost cumming on her as she lay there. He would certainly have been caught if his hot cum had splashed down on her tits and face. How in the world would he have explained that?! But he suspected she knew. That she watched him the whole time, making no objection, no move to indicate that she was awake. "You did handle your tool quite well. I enjoyed watching," she had said. Yes--she must have known.

When he was leaving, she had kissed him, pressing her topless body against his. He had felt the hard nubs of her nipples on his chest. Smelled the tanning oil on her skin. And when she touched his lips with her fingers, he had smelt and tasted her musky, womanly aroma. The same fingers that had been inside her only moments before. Andrea knew exactly what she was doing. It was a tease. And it had worked.

The master bedroom of Dean's house was at the back, with a small balcony. He was pleased when he had discovered that Andrea's bedroom was also at the back of her house, facing him. He fished a clean pair of boxers our of his dresser, put them on, and walked onto his balcony, scanning the back of Andrea's house. It was dusk now, and the light was falling fast. He noticed two windows on Andrea's upper floor were lit: her bedroom, and her bathroom. He couldn't see her in either.

Frowning, he returned to his room and picked his laptop off the desk. He sat in a chair on his patio and opened a browser window.

The first day he had met Andrea he had noticed that she was a member of the same erotic fiction website that he was, and had written her a private message. He had told her that he liked her stories and would like to chat with her some time to exchange ideas, or just have a casual conversation. His profile gave nothing away that might tip her off to the fact that it might be him.

When he logged into his account, he saw to his delight that she had replied to his private message. Hastily clicking into the short message, he read.

'Hey there! Glad you enjoyed my stories. Would love to have a chat sometime. Come and find me...''

Below her message she had given her email address and username where he could reach her on instant messenger. Dean smiled and rubbed his hands together, then logged into his email and im, adding Andrea and writing a quick message. 'Hi sexy, thanks for adding me. Hope we can chat soon.' At the same moment, he saw movement in the corner of his eye. Across the way, a light went out in Andrea's bathroom. He watched intently, then saw her slender form enter her bedroom. She had floor to ceiling windows, like him, but no balcony. Her curtains were wide open, providing a fabulous, unobstructed view of her bed.

Dean set his laptop down and scrambled into his room, turning off his bedroom light and fishing through his closet to find his binoculars. He sat back out on his balcony, put his laptop on the table, and peered through the binoculars into Andrea's room. 

She was dressed in a thin white tank top and pink cotton shorts. She strode across her room to the window, looking out. The distance between his place and hers was not far, and even without the binoculars Dean would likely have an excellent view of Andrea's young, lean body. With the help of the binoculars though, he could see the faint bumps of her nipples poking through the thin material of her top, the smooth skin of her thighs, the white trim on her shorts. 

She raised her hands to tie her hair back in a ponytail, her firm tummy being briefly exposed. Her eyes looked straight out into the evening. It felt to Dean like she was looking straight at him. He lowered the binoculars and stared back, motionless. After a moment, he waved his hand. No response from Andrea. He waved again. Still nothing. He decided it was probably too dark for her to see him. Was she looking for him? he wondered. 

Eventually, Andrea turned and walked to her desk. She picked up her laptop and sat on her bed, reading the screen. She began to type. Dean's computer alerted him to an incoming message.

'Hi there, you around?' it read. What luck! Dean thought. He quickly replied to her.

'Hey! Yeah, just chilling out at home. What are you up to?'

'Same, just relaxing on my bed.'

They chatted for a short while, just casual conversation; what brought them to the adult literature site, about their stories, small facts about each other, physical descriptions--becoming friendly, building a rapport. Soon, the conversation veered to things more sexual.

'I noticed some exhibition/voyeur themes in your stories. That must be a turn-on for you.' Dean wrote.

'Oh definitely. I'm actually a fairly shy person, but the thought of watching and being watched really gets me going.'

'Have you ever done anything like what you write about?' Dean asked.

'Maybe ;)'

'Oooh really? Do tell :)'

'Haha, well... there's this new neighbour that moved in near me. He's singe, and very attractive. I've been showing off a little for him.'

'Naughty girl,' Dean replied, chuckling to himself. He wondered how much she would tell him. After all, he thought, as far as she knows I'm just a random stranger.

'I haven't really done anything like that before. It got me really worked up. In fact, my room faces his, and my curtains are open right now. For all I know he could be watching me right now, lol.'

'Oh my god, what a lucky guy! And what might he see right now, if he was watching?'

Dean felt his cock stir in his boxers, and looked into Andrea's room again. She was smiling, and turned to look in his direction for a moment, before looking back at her computer screen.

'Cheeky! :P Well, he'd see me sitting on my bed, wearing a tank top and short shorts. It's quite warm this evening, no need for too many clothes. And since it's just me in my room, no need for a bra either.'

'Mmmmm, I like that visual,' Dean wrote, then enjoyed the visual first hand. 'I'm getting turned-on just thinking about it.'

'Me too, hee hee'

'Maybe you could give him a little show,' he suggested.

'That's so naughty! Practically the whole neighbourhood would see me!'

'I think that's kinky. Imagine all your neighbours... young men, old men, watching you take your clothes off'

'Omg... '

'What? Doesn't that turn you on?'

'Yeah, of course it does. I've just never actually done something like that.'

'There's a first time for everything, darling ;)'

'Haha Ok, what would you have me do?'

'Oooh, I get to command you? Hmmm... why don't you stand up and turn around. Start by showing off your ass.' Dean's excitement grew. Was she actually going to do it?

'Ok, just a sec'

He saw Andrea slide the laptop to the edge of the bed closest to the window, then stand up. She bent over to type.

'Ok, I'm standing now. Bending over to type, showing off my ass.'

It was a fine ass indeed. Her short shorts just revealed the soft curves of the bottom of her buttocks. Dean pulled his waistband down and released his penis, softly stroking it a few times.

'Mmmmm, nice. Now pull your shorts down. Do you have panties on?

'Yes, a thong. Ok, here I go.'

She hooked her thumbs in her waistband and very slowly slid her shorts over her sweet ass. As her perfect bottom was revealed, she looked over her shoulder as if watching him ogle her tight ass. She pulled her shorts down her toned thighs until they fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them.

'Shorts off. Omg... I'm so nervous! My heart is beating so fast.'

'Damn, honey, that is so sexy. I bet your neighbours are all watching you intently now. Why don't you tease them a little more? Take your top off.'

'Hmmmm... ok.'

She stood straight and crossed her arms, taking the bottom of her shirt and pulling it slowly over her head. She shook her ponytail free of the top and tossed it aside, running her hands down her sides and over her bum.

'Topless now. Just my panties left.'

'Oh wow... is it getting you hot? Showing off for everyone to see?'

'Mmmm, yes. My heart is racing, and I'm so wet!'

Dean gripped his cock more firmly and stroked it, catching glimpses of Andrea's side-boob, loving the way her panties disappeared into the crack of her perfect ass.

'That is so sexy. I'm nice and hard right now picturing you as you display yourself in your window.'

'I hope you're stroking it.'

'Of course, baby. Now how about you take those panties off?'

'Omg, yes. I'm going to peel them down over my ass.'

'Wonderful. Don't bend your knees, just bend at your waist. Let everyone see your beautiful ass.'

'Mmmm, yes baby'

Dean looked through his binoculars for the spectacular reveal that was to come. Andrea hooked her thumbs in her panty waistband as she had done with her shorts, and began peeling them down over her bottom. Dean stroked his cock as it enlarged further, throbbing with the inflow of blood. He watched the thin material come loose from between her ass cheeks as her asshole and pussy came into view. Andrea was smoothly shaven, and Dean swore he could see her moisture glisten on her pussy lips through the binoculars. 

The panties finally dropped to the floor, Andrea's hands clasping her ankles as she revealed herself. She held this position, giving him a divine view. He ached to fuck her like that. He groaned as he jerked his cock faster.

'Are you naked now, baby?' he asked.

'Completely naked. I bent over nice and low so everyone could see my ass and pussy. God... I feel like such a slut!'

'Oooohh yes, hun. I bet it makes you feel so horny, acting like a little slut. Spread your ass cheeks for everyone. Show them what they're craving.'

'Yes honey, I'm so turned on. Ok, I'll spread my ass for them like a little slut. I'll make their cocks throb for my tight pussy and ass.'

'Oh fuck yes.'

Her fingers splayed across her buttocks, she pulled them apart, spreading her legs slightly, to give Dean a marvelous view of her tight little rosebud asshole and cute, smooth pussy. He moaned.

'Oh god baby, I want it. Now turn around, show them a full frontal view of your hot body.'

'Yes sweetheart. I'll do as you ask. I wonder if the men watching are stroking their dicks like you are.'

'I can guarantee it, babe.'

'lol. Ok, I'll do a little show for them.'

She turned around and ran her hands over her body, caressing her breasts, sucking her fingers, stroking her thighs, touching between her legs. She was swaying and gyrating as if doing a strip tease, her hips rotating, her shoulders rolling. Dean's cock was so hard it felt like it would burst. He was consumed by thoughts of being with Andrea. He moaned again when she pressed her breasts up against the window and began fingering her pussy.

'Those lucky bastards. It's not fair that I don't get to watch. But my imagination is going crazy.'

Andrea stopped her dance and opened a drawer in her bedside table. She retrieved something from it, then moved her laptop to the floor next to her as she sat down right in front of the window, her legs spread wide.

'I'm glad, honey. I hope you're jerking off thinking of me. I think I'll have a little fun too. I got my vibrator out.'

'Mmmmmm wow, you're going to masturbate for your audience? Many men would happily pay for that privilege and you're giving it to them for free!'

'Yes, that's because tonight I'm the neighbourhood slut.'

'Indeed you are, baby. What sort of vibrator do you have?'

'It's a big long one. What would you like me to do with it?'

'Mmmmm, fantastic.... I think you should start by sucking on it a little.'

'Mmmm yes sir ;)'

Dean brought the binoculars to his eyes again and watched as Andrea turned the vibrator around in her hand, tipping it up toward her face. She kissed the tip several times, then swirled her tongue around it. She then turned her head to the side and held the vibe up pointing at her face, her hand tightly gripping it. She slowly slid her lips over it and began sucking, her head bobbing with a steady rhythm as her hand simultaneously stroked it in and out of her mouth. 

He squeezed his cock and sighed as he admired her bobbing head in profile. Her other arm was behind her for support, and her b-cup breasts jutted out invitingly, her nipples appearing hard as diamonds. She pulled the vibe from her mouth and traced it over her chest.

'Too bad this isn't your cock in my mouth.'

'You really are a naughty tease, darling. Now, turn it on and rub it on your nipples for me.'

'Ok.'

She twisted the bottom of the vibrator and moved it across her breasts, then traced circles around her small nipples. Dean saw her body twitch as the vibe passed over them. Andrea's mouth was open as she watched her own chest rise and fall. She began typing again.

'Oooooh, my nipples are so sensitive. The vibrator feels wonderful on them. It's making me twitch.'

'I hope it's making you wet, too.'

'Already there, hun.'

'Well, no need to stall. Give the perverts watching you what they want. Put that vibe against your clit.'

'Mmmmm yes baby. I can't wait to feel this.'

She parted her legs wide, her knees bent, looking down at her bare, glistening pussy. She traced the vibrator down between her breasts, over her stomach, across her abdomen. Dean swore he saw her body shiver as the tip of the vibe reached the spot just over her slit. Andrea's mouth opened and her eyes closed as the vibe touched her clit. Her body jolted and Dean saw her titties jiggle. Andrea's chest rose and fell rapidly as she slowly leaned back and stroked the vibe along her slit. She began to type with her spare hand.

'Oooohhhh god... fuck, this feels good.'

'I bet you're enjoying it. Showing off like an exhibitionist. I wonder if anyone's taking pictures of you right now.'

'Omg... what if they are?! I'm totally exposed, hun.'

'Then give them a good show. Something they won't forget. I know it's getting you off... just go with it, darling.'

'Mmmmm... yes sir. I'm stroking my vibrator along my slit. I'm very wet... my nipples are so hard... my whole body is tingling.'

'Pretend I'm watching you. Imagine me in my room watching you masturbate in your window while I stroke my cock.'

'Yes, baby... ok... I'm going to put the vibrator inside my pussy. I'm going to suck on it first. Get it wet so it slides easily inside me.'

Dean nearly knocked his laptop off the table as he scrambled to put the binoculars to his eyes. Andrea raised the vibrator to her lips and gave it several long, deep strokes into her mouth before positioning it at her bare pussy lips. She used her other hand to spread her labia wide as she guided the tip of the vibe inside her velvety depths. Very slowly she eased the toy into her pussy, her mouth open and her eyes closed. She stroked it in deep, then out again, glistening with her juices. She began a slow rhythm as she fucked her pussy.

The strokes of Dean's hand unconsciously matched the strokes of Andrea's vibrator into her opening. She put her hand behind her again as she arched her back, her eyes fluttering as the pleasure overtook her. It seemed her whole body moved and writhed with the stroking of her toy. It was clear she was enjoying the stimulation. Her eyes peered out into the darkness, undoubtedly seeking a glimpse of the men who may be watching her. More than once, she seemed to look directly at Dean, as if she could see him. It made him slightly unnerved, but it did not stop him from ogling her as she got off on her toy, nor did it cause him to stop jerking off.

After a few minutes, Andrea turned to her laptop and typed.

'I'm going to turn around now. I'll bend over and fuck my pussy with my toy as if I was being fucked from behind with all those hungry cocks of my neighbours watching me out there. I hope you're still jerking off, baby.'

'Mmmmm, yeah, show them your beautiful ass. And yes, of course I'm still masturbating for you!'

Andrea withdrew her toy and turned so she was kneeling, facing away from the window. She put her one leg up as he saw the vibrator appear below her pussy. She wasted no time in re-inserting it deep into her cunt, and Dean saw her buttocks flex as it penetrated her. She looked over her shoulder as she quickly stroked the toy in and out of her wet hole, biting her lip and flicking her ponytail as her body jerked, enjoying the pleasure her toy and exhibitionism was giving her.

After another few minutes, Andrea wrote to him again.

'Baby, I'm so close to cumming. I want you to cum with me.'

'I will, hun, just keep fucking that toy and I'll cum with you. Fuck it deep and hard for your audience. Show them what they all wish they could be doing to you.'

'Aaaahhh yes, omg... so hot!'

Andrea put her face down against her carpeted floor. Dean could see her rosy cheeks and lips in the shape of an 'o' between her legs as her hand became a blur, fucking her pussy hard and fast with the vibe. He saw her other hand stroke across her buttock and spread her ass cheeks. He could even see her pussy juice that had dripped down onto her asshole.

He was now stroking his cock as hard and fast as Andrea was stroking her toy into her juicy cunt. It would not be long before he came. Andrea's body writhed and bucked, her ass bobbing in the air, looking so sexy and inviting. He wished he was there. He wished that toy was his cock. He wished Andrea would invite him over and they would have wild, passionate, unbridled sex all night, right there in her window.

It was a quiet night, and Dean swore he heard... very faint, barely audible... yes, it was a woman's high-pitched moans of ecstasy. He could hear Andrea! 

This was enough to put him over the edge. Dean grunted and gasped as his cock spurted a huge load out onto his patio, just missing the table and laptop. He watched Andrea as her body seemed to become rigid. He saw her toes curl and watched her mouth open. Faintly, he heard her scream. She was cumming too. Dean jerked several spurts of thick, hot cum from his cock as he watched Andrea's orgasm, her legs trembling, her hand pushing her toy inside her pussy a final few more times.

Eventually, her body relaxed and she removed the vibrator. She moved until she was sitting up, kneeling on the floor facing the window. 

'Oooohhhh fuck that was good :)'

'Mmmmm, it was for me too, baby.'

He saw her smile and put the vibe into her mouth, sucking her juices off it in a slow, lascivious manner. Dean squeezed the final few drops of cum from his softening cock as they dripped over his fingers. Andrea turned to her laptop on the floor and picked it up, carrying it to her desk. She was typing again.

'I hope my neighbours enjoyed the show. Especially you, Dean ;)'

His jaw dropped. He froze, not daring to breathe.

Andrea appeared in her window again, naked in all her glory, her cheeks still aglow with post-orgasmic rouge. She smiled and put her hand to her lips, then blew a kiss and winked. She turned and--still smiling widely--closed the curtains.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 03



It was long before sleep finally reached Dean, whose mind was still going in circles wondering: how did she know?



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 04



Chapter 04: The Portrait

The show had ended.

After pulling the drapes closed on her floor-to-ceiling bedroom windows, Andrea walked shakily back to her desk, her legs still feeling wobbly after her explosive orgasm. She stood looking down at the screen of her laptop, her chat window open, her eyes glued to the bottom of their naughty text. She was waiting for Dean's response after she had revealed to him that she knew it was him, and not just some random stranger from the adult fiction website she was a member of. The cursor blinked, but no text appeared. After a few moments, Dean's avatar indicated that he had logged off.

Andrea touched her lips and smiled. She guessed that she had given him quite a shock--not just with her saucy strip tease and masturbation in her window in full view of the row of houses behind hers--but calling Dean out at the end of it. Her face flushed as she recalled her shameless display. How many people were watching me? she wondered. She stroked her chest and tummy, feeling her sweat cooling on her naked body. She shivered as she imagined her horny neighbours watching her stroke her vibrator into her pussy. She thought of Dean jerking his magnificent cock as he chatted with her and watched her from his balcony. She had not been able to actually see him, but she knew he was there.

Turning her bedroom light off, Andrea lay on her bed and stretched, her arms extending above her head before moving down her body, her fingertips brushing her labia, still wet with her orgasmic juices. She marveled at what a naughty minx she was becoming, and how horny and excited she had been exposing her soft, slim, sexy body to anyone who cared to watch. She shivered involuntarily and sighed, twisting her body in her sheets. It was not long before she was asleep, her dirty dreams a mystery to all but her.

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It was a surprise and a disappointment to Andrea that Dean had made himself scarce over the following few days. She logged onto her chat account frequently, hoping to find him, or at least a message from him, acknowledging what had happened. She peered out her windows to his house, but only caught the odd glimpse as he moved from room to room. She hadn't even seen him jogging in the area, as he was usually keen to do. Did I embarrass him? she wondered. She could simply not understand why he had no interest in following up after she had exposed herself to him fully. She tried not to let it bother her, but in truth it did. She was a fit, attractive, desirable woman. Why was he avoiding her?

Despite this, she often found herself getting ready for bed in front of her bedroom window, the curtains pulled back, her light on. She routinely disrobed there, bending over excessively to remove her panties, pulling her top over her head painfully slowly to expose her b-cup breasts and rock hard nipples. Applying moisturiser to her skin. She even masturbated again, though more discreetly whilst lying on her bed. Often, she would notice Dean's bedroom light go out when she entered her room, and she was positive that he was watching her. Still, she had no contact from him.

To distract herself, Andrea took to doing what she loved: art. She spent hours in her small home studio painting, listening to music, and absorbing herself in her work. She was in the middle of touching up a painting when her concentration was broken by a knocking sound. She lifted her head and froze, listening. Yes, there it was again. A knock. She put her brush down and padded out of her studio listening for the next knock. Strangely, it did not seem to be coming from the front door.

She wiped her fingers on the tails of the man's striped business shirt she was wearing. She enjoyed painting wearing only a business shirt and panties as it made her feel more free and unencumbered. Today she had even forgone the panties, since her shirt hung low, just covering her bottom.

Another knock. It was coming from the back of the house. Andrea's heart skipped a beat. She quickened her pace and called out, "Coming!"

Rounding the corner, she smiled to herself as she saw Dean, his face up against the glass of her patio door, his hand shielding the glare from the window, peering in. When she came into his view, he started and jerked back, then smiled sheepishly and waved. She waved back, then opened the door for him.

"Well hello there stranger," she said, surprising herself with how cold her voice sounded. She realised then how much his absence had actually bothered her.

"Hi Andrea. Um, I brought you these. Cut them from my front garden," he said, handing her a small bunch of flowers.

Her heart melted at the gesture, and she couldn't help but smile as she took them. Still, she was not going to forget about why she was annoyed.

"Thank you. They're lovely," she said, taking the flowers and turning away from him.

She found a vase and filled it with water, placing the flowers inside and carrying them to the dining room table, where she set them down. She turned around and saw Dean staring obviously at her ass. She had forgotten how little clothing she had on. Her nipples instantly hardened under her shirt. She faced him again and crossed her arms.

"Um... how have you been?" he asked.

"Fine. Keeping busy. You?"

"Yeah, same. Working a lot."

An awkward silence. Andrea drummed her fingers on her arm. Dean was wearing a snug t-shirt with shorts and flip flops. She felt her excitement rise as she scanned his body. She couldn't deny her attraction to him. Still, she waited for him to speak. Then, she got an idea.

"Look--" he began.

'--I was just in the middle of something, Dean, but I'd be happy for you to come in and keep me company."

He beamed. 

"Yeah.. yeah sure!"

He stepped inside and slid the door shut.

"Follow me," Andrea said, walking toward her studio, swaying her ass as sexily as she could. 

She could feel the draft of air at her bottom, and on her pussy lips. She could already feel herself getting moist. She knew that Dean would have a fabulous view of the bottoms of her perfect ass cheeks, and her long, lean legs. Let him get worked up a little too, she thought.

They walked into Andrea's studio and she turned to him.

"Oh wow! You're an artist!" Dean said, sounding impressed.

His eyes scanned the room, picking over her paintings before coming back to ogle her body.

"You're very talented, Andrea. Seriously, I'm not just saying that. These are excellent," he said sincerely.

"Thank you. I do this work part-time. It's my passion. I'm mostly commissioned to do murals and portraits, but I do a lot of my own work when I can find the time."

"I'm impressed," he said, nodding and scanning the room again.

"Perhaps you could help me. I'd love to practice my sketching," Andrea said, moving her painting from the easel and replacing it with a large sketching pad.

"Um, ok. I'm not sure how much help I'd be..."

"You'll be my model, of course," she replied, grinning widely.

Dean laughed. "Oh, I don't know. I'm not much to look at..." he said modestly.

"Don't be silly. Come on, just sit there," she said, pointing to a nearby chair.

Dean shrugged and sat, leaning his arm on the back of the chair. Andrea chose a pencil and sat oh a high stool, crossing her legs. From this angle, Dean would have a clear view of her legs. She saw his eyes widen as her shirt slipped up to show off her smooth skin.

"Ready?" she asked.

"Sure. Go for it."

She began sketching him, observing the lines of his jaw, the roundness of his shoulders, the tapering of his waist. He sat patiently, and they made small talk for a short time. Andrea noticed Dean's eyes frequently glancing down at her legs and the side of her ass. he probably couldn't tell that she wasn't wearing panties from that angle, but he was still clearly excited by how much leg she was showing. Dean squirmed a little in his chair and looked at her.

"Look, Andrea, the real reason I came over today was to apologise for how I've been avoiding you. I mean, let's get this out in the open, shall we? I've felt so uncomfortable and awkward about this whole situation for days."

"What situation?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"Come on, Andrea. I watched you put on that show in your window that night, and I've watched you every night since. And you know I've been watching. You know that was my username on that site... I guess you saw that checked your browsing history and that you were a member too."

Dean chuckled and shook his head.

"I was so shocked when you revealed that you knew it was me. I thought you might be mad that I invaded your privacy or something. I just didn't know how to react. That's why I was avoiding you."

Andrea paused, observing him. Finally, she smiled.

"That's ok, Dean. I always knew you were watching, but I was annoyed that you didn't talk to me about it or anything. I mean, if we're clearing the air, let's get it all out: I watched you in my shower that first day we met. I saw you jerk off into my panties when I showered. I saw you take my bikini off and take pictures of me when I was sunbathing. I saw you stroke your cock over me while I lay there in my back yard."

"Wow... heh... ok, I guess that really does get things out in the open," chuckled Dean, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"I wouldn't have shown off for you if I didn't want you to watch me. It's such a turn-on knowing you're stroking your cock while I strip down in my window at night."

"I have enjoyed every show you've put on, Andrea. To be honest, it's driving me crazy! You're all I can think about. I've been jerking off to those pictures I took of you in your back yard, fantasising about being with you," Dean said, squirming again in his chair.

Andrea looked down at his lap and saw the long bulge of his cock as it gradually hardened while they spoke.

"And I've been dreaming of you and that big cock of yours. I can see you're getting excited," she said, biting the end of her pencil. "You know, I think I'd prefer a nude model for this sketch. Do you think you can accommodate me?" she asked saucily.

"Anything for your art," Dean said, smiling as he stood up.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned torso and strong arms and shoulders. His cock pushed against his loose shorts.

"Your pants too, honey," added Andrea, pointing with the end of her pencil.

He unfastened his belt and slowly pulled his shorts down, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. His massive cock was clearly outlined in his boxer briefs, the head nearly poking out the bottom of the leg. Andrea's eyes roamed over his washboard abs, his lean thighs. She hummed her approval and squirmed on her stool. Her pussy tingled as she squeezed her legs together.

"How's that?" Dean asked, looking at her as she ogled him openly.

"That's wonderful, hun. But I've been showing you a lot more than that lately. It's only fair you do me the same courtesy."

"Fair's fair," Dean laughed, as he hooked his thumbs into his boxers.

He inched them down his hips slowly. Andrea was barely aware that she had leaned forward over her legs, eager to get a closer view. The room began to feel hot, and her cheeks burned. She twirled her pencil around a lock of her blonde hair as the thick base of Dean's manhood appeared below his neatly trimmed pubic hair.

"Mmmmm that's it, baby. Keep going," she said approvingly in a soft voice.

She inhaled deeply as inch after inch of his semi-engorged shaft was revealed to her, in awe and amazement at its length and girth. It was beautifully veined, and Andrea thought of how soft it would be to kiss, as she unconsciously licked her lips. Finally, his head popped free of the elastic of his boxers, bobbing heavily in front of her. She even gasped a little.

"Oh my god..." she whispered.

Dean let his boxers fall and stood with his hands on his hips, proudly displaying his enormous cock. After a few moments, he chuckled, his stomach muscles flexing.

"Aren't you supposed to be sketching me?" he said.

Andrea realised she was leaning so far forward she was nearly falling off her stool. She straightened up quickly and giggled.

"Yes, yes, of course. How unprofessional of me."

She began furiously sketching, her fingers deft and nimble, the scratching of the pencil on the paper the only sound in the room as her eyes flicked back and forth. She tried to concentrate, but the insistent itch between her legs grew. Her pencil flew across the paper--she was skilled, and captured Dean's form, his angles, shadows, and shapes, perfectly. She vacillated between her focus on her art, and her sexual desire. After keeping her attention on the page for a moment, she looked back at Dean to see that he was touching his cock; cradling its length in his palm.

"I hope it's ok if I move a bit. You look so beautiful when you're working. Your eyes are so alive, and your mouth... your lips move in such a sexy way. Not to mention how hot you look wearing that shirt."

"No, that's perfectly fine. Please, continue," she urged, blushing.

Andrea noticed her free hand fingering the buttons on her shirt. She began to unfasten them--a couple from the top and a couple from the bottom. Only two she left fastened, just below her breasts. She had uncrossed her legs, but the shirt tails still covered her bare pussy. She could feel her pussy lips slipping slightly on the leather stool. She was soaked.

Dean caressed his shaft and stroked it--long, slow strokes--invigourating it. Andrea watched it grow in his hand. Her pencil scratched the paper. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed more heavily. Her pussy burned.

"Do you like this, Andrea? Do you like sketching me while I stroke my cock for you?" Dean asked.

He appeared to be enjoying himself, and was becoming more comfortable, spreading his stance slightly and putting one hand on his hip as he masturbated.

"Oh yes, honey. God you look so hot. I've sketched nudes before, but not like this. Mmmm, don't stop, baby. Yes, that's so good. Point your cock up a little more, yes, like that. Ooohhh," she encouraged him.

Spurned on by Andrea's instructions, Dean gripped his cock more firmly and sped his pace. His hips began to move, subtly thrusting. He moaned as he watched Andrea work. The tension between them was palpable, electric.

"Yes Dean, stroke it for me. I've been dying to watch you do this. Jerk your big cock for me, hun," Andrea's voice rose in pitch as she continued drawing.

Dean stopped for a moment, noticing a large bead of pre-cum on the tip of his cock. He used his fingertips to distribute it over his swollen dick head, making it shine in the natural sunlight coming through the large studio windows. Andrea's mouth watered as she imagined what his pre-cum might taste like. She spread her legs apart and her hand slid down her body. She jerked as she touched her sensitive, swollen pussy lips.

"Let me see you touch yourself, Andrea. Please show me your pussy," asked Dean, resuming his firm, even stroking.

"It's not like you haven't seen it before, Dean," she teased.

"Please, Andrea. You're making me so hot for you, and I can see you're turned on too. Please touch yourself for me," he pleaded.

She paused from her sketching and gave him a devilish smile. She adjusted her position on her stool, bringing her ass forward and tipping her hips back. She lifted her legs, keeping them together, as if she were resting her knees on an invisible wall between them. Ever so slowly she parted her legs. Dean watched as she opened herself to him, her firm, milky thighs leading up to her cute, bare, pink pussy lips. 

Being in such good shape, and keeping active with jogging, swimming, and yoga, Andrea was able to balance herself easily on the stool while she exposed her privates to her friendly neighbour. Her labia parted as her legs drew further apart, and Dean saw her wetness glistening on her beautiful vagina.

Dean visibly shivered as he beheld Andrea's womanhood, his hips thrusting more obviously, as if he was trying to resist the magnetic pull of his penis to her exposed cunt.

"Ooooh god, baby... you are so hot," he moaned.

She loved the power she had over him, and it excited her tremendously to have him look at her this way, her legs spread wide open for him, her pussy shining with her wet desire. Her fingers inched over her abdomen and down to her labia, her index and middle fingers parting in an upside-down 'V' above her slit. She pushed on her pussy lips, pressing them between her fingers and sandwiching her clit in between.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh.... " she moaned, sighing deeply, her eyes half closed.

She felt a tremendous wave of pleasure course through her body and thought for a moment than she might cum right then. Her shirt was open up her tummy, exposing her belly button, and above, exposing her chest, but her breasts remained hidden. Her nipples poked obviously through the material.

"Take your shirt of, baby," said Dean.

"Ah-ah, not this time, hun. It's my turn to watch you," she replied, shaking her head and grinning. "Just keep jerking that beautiful cock for me."

"Oh god, Andrea, you are such a tease! Mmmm, I like it though. Ok then, baby, just watch me. Enjoy the show," he replied.

Using both hands, Dean now took control of his tool, pumping it and twisting his hands around his thick shaft, the head bulging out from his fist. He moaned loudly as he looked Andrea in the eyes, his gaze burning with lust. Andrea felt another wave of pleasure as she watched him, and began stroking her middle finger along her slit, teasing her clit and sliding on her abundant juices.

She had set her pencil down, and was gripping the back edge of the stool with her other hand. She looked down between her legs at her fingers--almost as if they did not belong to her-- as they teased her pussy lips. She sucked her tummy in and her body twitched as she brushed her sensitive clit.

"You look so wet," Dean said, watching her trail her fingertips along her slit.

"I am, baby. Watching you masturbate for me is making me so horny," she said in a husky voice. "Do you want to see me put my fingers inside?"

"Yes Andrea, please finger yourself."

Reaching up to her mouth, Andrea put her middle finger between her lips and sucked it briefly, before trailing it down her body. Her saliva left a small trail over her bare abdomen down to her slit, where she paused to rub her clit in small, tight, circles. Her legs twitched and she moaned. Her finger descended, slipping between her smooth labia. She looked into Dean's hazel eyes as she eased her finger between her hot, slippery folds, sliding it into her love hole and sighing.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh.... oooooouuu..." she moaned as she pushed her middle finger deep inside, pressing her palm on her mound.

She felt his gaze crawling over her body like a searing beam. Her head rolled on her shoulders as she moaned again, thrilled with the excitement of being watched so intimately, and enjoying the obvious pleasure Dean was getting from her shameless display. His eyes grew as she inserted her ring finger into her pussy next to her middle finger, dipping them into her soaked mound as if into a jar of honey. She loved the movement of his hips, the increased pace of his stroking hand, the tenseness of his muscles, the rising and falling of his chest, the wanton lust in his eyes.

"Oh my god, Andrea... I want you so badly..." he murmured, cupping his balls with his other hand as her jerked himself.

"I bet you wish your cock could switch places with my fingers, hmmm? Feel how tight, and wet, and ready I am?" she teased, pushing her fingers against the bottom of her hole, gently stretching herself, imagining his cock actually was entering her.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 04



She shuddered at the thought, and heard herself cry out.

"I think you're wishing that too, sweetheart. Fuck, you look so hot. I can see your nipples poking through your shirt," he said, smiling.

Andrea looked down at herself, and sure enough, she noticed the nubs poking obviously against the cotton of her shirt. She arched her back and felt her tits press against the fabric, sending sparks over her chest, and spreading up and down her body. She heard Dean groan his approval.

"This is much better than spying on me in secret, isn't it Dean?"

"Absolutely... though you're still driving me crazy."

"Mmmm good. I want you to cum for me. I want to see that big load spurt out of your cock. Don't think I didn't notice how much you soaked my panties when you jacked off into them."

"Fuck, Andrea, I still can't believe I did that. But it was so hot... masturbating and watching you in the shower."

Dean's stroking was faster now, more urgent. Andrea could see the tension in his face, the tautness of his body. There was a table behind her, and she leaned back so she could put her hand on it for support, tipping her hips up further to give him a better view of her womanhood. She spread her legs further and began stroking her fingers in and out of her pussy quickly. Her skin broke out in goosebumps as she saw more pre-cum leak from Dean's cock head, dripping down into his fingers.

"Oh baby, you're leaking pre-cum for me. I can see how badly you want me, how your cock throbs to be inside me. Fuck, it's so big, Dean. I've never had a cock like yours. You would love how my tight pussy feels around it," Andrea said, growing in desire and enthusiasm.

She became aware that she was now just teasing herself. She DID want his cock inside her. She wanted him to fuck her deep with his big dick. She wanted to feel his hands grip her ankles as his thighs slapped against her ass.

"Yes baby, I want to fuck you, I want to feel the heat of your pussy against my dick head as I push inside you. Aaaaagh..." he grunted and moaned, his hand pumping fast along his thick shaft, his jaw clenching.

"Oh yes... oh fuck yes..."

Andrea's moans were high and loud. Her palm slapped against her wet labia as she furiously fingered herself, her legs shaking, her juices dripping down onto her asshole. She was moments away from pulling Dean to her and guiding his cock into her. She was going to beg him to fuck her. She needed that cock. Needed it now.

"Oh fuck, baby, I'm so close..." moaned Dean.

Andrea regained control of herself, realising how close she was to giving herself to him. Now she just wanted to see him cum.

"Yes Dean, cum for me. I want your cum," she begged, desperate to see him erupt.

"Yes baby.... yeah.... oh Andrea... I'm going to give you my cum... I'm going to cum for you, baby... oh god, I'm cumming!" Dean cried.

"Yes Dean... cum!" she echoed, her eyes wide, her fingers fucking her pussy in a blur of motion.

His whole body tensed and his hips thrust forward as he pulled back on his cock. A long, thick rope of pearly cum spurt from his dick head in a beautiful arc. It had power and distance, and splashed down along Andrea's outstretched leg and the top of her foot.

"Oh!" she cried, feeling the hot liquid touch her skin.

Her body jerked and what felt like a bolt of electricity raced through her. Her pussy clenched and her mouth opened.

"Oh Dean... I'm cumming too!" she screamed, driving her fingers deep into her pussy and curling them, pressing her palm on her clit.

She watched a second and third spurt shoot from Dean's cock, seeming to hang in the air before gravity took its course and brought them splashing to the floor. Her hips bucked as she watched him ejaculate, her orgasm wracking her body, her toes curling, a long, sustained cry of pleasure escaping her lips.

Dean grunted again, giving his erupting cock a firm stroke as he coaxed more spurts of his hot load out of it. Andrea was amazed at the velocity, the volume of his cum. Dean, for his part, was more concerned with watching Andrea have her own orgasm, her body twisting and writhing in pleasure. In the excitement, her shirt had shifted to expose her left breast, her hard, pink nipple pointing up at the ceiling as if celebrating its freedom.

A few more ejaculations spit from Dean's cock as he squeezed it and pumped it, the cum now leaking over his fingers and down to his balls. He was gradually regaining his composure as his orgasm subsided. Andrea trembled as she watched his breathing slow. She withdrew her fingers from her sopping hole and sucked them without thinking, still admiring Dean's body, his skin now with a slight sheen of perspiration.

She looked down at the floor and sighed at the white, gooey mess in amazement.

"My god, honey... that is a LOT of cum," she mused.

"That's how excited you got me, Andrea. Wow... that was... incredible," he replied, releasing his member to let in bob in front of him, dripping the remainder of his semen onto the floor between his feet.

"Seems you had some fun too," he added, grinning happily at her.

Andrea blushed, if it was possible for her to blush with already such a red face. She touched her sensitive pussy and jumped.

"Oh! Mmmm yes I certainly did."

Sitting up slowly onto the stool, Andrea closed her legs and put her hands on her knees, tipping her head down and letting her hair fall around her. She sighed, her head still swimming from her orgasm. She looked up, smiling groggily at Dean, who didn't seem to know what to do next.

"Whew! Oh, sorry hun, here," she said, retrieving a box of tissues from the table and handing them to him. Dean took several, and wiped his hands and cock.

"Sorry for the mess," he said, looking at the floor, and at her leg.

She looked down, having forgotten about his first shot that had splashed against her leg. She extended it outward, admiring the thick goo dripping down her shin and onto her toes.

"That's ok, darling. I didn't expect you to spurt so far, but it felt good... your hot load splashing onto my skin. It tipped me over the edge," she admitted.

She slid her fingers down her thigh and over her knee, trailing it through the cum. Gathering a bit, she raised her hand to her mouth and, eyeing Dean intimately, sucked his cum from her fingertip.

"Mmmmmmm," she hummed. "That's good."

"Wow Andrea... you are a saucy girl," chuckled Dean, his hands on his hips and a pleased expression on his face.

"You don't know the half of it," responded Andrea, pinching her nipple and giggling, before pulling her shirt closed to cover herself.

"I think I'll have a little nap now, hun. Thank you for stopping by, and for the flowers, and," she said, looking his body up and down, and then to the pools of cum on the floor, "for being my model."

Dean bent and picked up his clothes and approached Andrea.

"The pleasure was all mine. Well, almost all mine," he laughed.

Dean looking into her eyes affectionately, then turned his head to examine her sketch.

"Wow. That's really good! I'm impressed you could create such a good portrait in such a short time... under the circumstances."

Andrea looked at her work. He was right: it was good. Probably among the best quick sketches she'd ever done.

"I'll keep this for my private collection," she said, running her hand through her hair and winking at him.

"Well, I'll see myself out. But I hope to see you again soon, Andrea."

"Oh don't worry, Dean, you will. As long as you don't go into hiding again," Andrea replied.

She kissed her fingers, and lightly touched Dean's warm, soft lips.

"Until next time," she said, and watched him nearly trip as he left her studio, looking back at her longingly. 



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 05



 Ch. 05: Office Job

It was finally all out in the open. Andrea had revealed to Dean that she knew he was watching her nightly shows in her bedroom window, and since that time the two of them had had a wonderful time teasing each other. Ever since Andrea had sketched Dean in her studio as he masturbated, they had been playing a game of sexual cat and mouse. Andrea continued to strip in her bedroom window almost every night for the neighbourhood (and Dean in particular) to watch, and Dean had also begun doing the same in his bedroom, allowing Andrea to watch him change, or masturbate, or just walk around naked. They had also kept in touch over messenger, and had the occasional video chat session.

In person, however, they rarely mentioned their sexual escapades. Perhaps it was to maintain the illusion of civility, hiding their carnal desires for each other, or maybe they were waiting for the other person to take things to the next level. In any case, the teasing did not stop. Dean frequently saw Andrea outside either reading on her lounger in her tiny bikini, or gardening in extremely short shorts so that he could see the sweet curves of her ass cheeks offered up to him as she knelt down to weed or plant flowers. She often wore either her bikini top, which left little to the imagination, or wore snug-fitting tank tops with no bra, so that he could see her nipples poking through, and watch her 32 B breasts subtly jiggle as she walked. For his part, Dean was almost always shirtless when outside, and did work around his house in plain view of Andrea, sweating and displaying his lean body.

They often went jogging together, as they both liked to be active. Dean noticed that Andrea wore her most titillating clothing--short shorts, sports bras. She showed her fit, sexy body off at any occasion, and Dean noticed the frequent rubber-necking of male passers-by on their jogs, ogling Andrea and giving Dean jealous looks. Dean loved the way her ponytail bounced, and the small beads of sweat that collected between her breasts. He often found himself becoming heavy on their runs, his swelling cock bouncing comically in his loose shorts. He was sure Andrea noticed too.

They spoke often--cordial, polite, friendly conversation about their work, leisure activities, current events, the weather, music and art, neither of them breaching the subject of their sexual adventures. It was a game to them. The objective: to see who would crack first. As they became closer, it built an almost palpable tension between them, but neither would give in. And so the teasing continued.

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Dean worked in an office in the city. It was typical in many ways for a small to medium sized company, and he enjoyed his work. He had his own private office and a nice view of the city from his floor. His colleagues were smart, and easy to get along with, for the most part.

Late one afternoon, as Dean was buried in his work, Natalie, the secretary, stepped into his office. It was her habit never to knock, but it didn't bother him. Natalie was an attractive girl in her mid 20's, with long dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a medium build. She had the notable feature of being rather well endowed in the way of breast size. Dean often found himself having to concentrate on not sneaking glances at her breasts, as she often wore tight fitting, low-cut tops. Today she wore a frilly blue skirt with a tight white scoop-neck top. Her bra held her breasts high, creating magnificent cleavage.

"Afternoon, Dean. Hope I'm not interrupting."

She always said that: 'I hope I'm not interrupting'. She said it whether she was interrupting or not. It was another of her quirks, and Dean always smiled when he heard it.

"Not at all Natalie. What can I help you with?" he replied, leaning back in his chair and doing his best not to stare at her bulging bust.

"There's a young lady here to see you. She says she doesn't have a meeting with you. Her name is Andrea. Should I see her in?"

"Oh, uh, yes please, Natalie."

Natalie turned to go, then stopped and looked back at Dean.

"A lady friend?" she said cheekily.

"You may see her in, please, Natalie," Dean replied, giving her a wry smile and refusing to take the bait.

Natalie giggled and left.

Dean wondered why Andrea was coming to see him at work. He had mentioned where he worked, but hadn't made lunch plans with her. Nevertheless, it was a pleasant surprise.

Putting his hands on the arms of his office chair, Dean made to stand up, but the vision in his office doorway stopped him mid-rise. Andrea's petite form stood before him. He saw her feet first, in black high heels. Her beautiful, lean, stocking-clad legs ran up into an extremely tight, extremely short black pencil skirt, with a white blouse tucked into it, opened far enough to give him a glimpse of her black bra underneath. She wore red lipstick and black-rimmed glasses, and her hair was pulled back into a bun.

After an uncomfortably long pause, Dean's eyes scanning the sexy vision before him, Andrea cleared her throat. This broke Dean's daze and he stood up quickly, striding toward Andrea.

"Hey there neighbour, this is a pleasant surprise!" he said cheerfully, opening his arms to her.

She hugged him tightly, and he smelled her sweet perfume. She always smelled so good.

"Please, come in, have a seat," he said, gesturing to the armchair by his desk. She strode confidently into the room as Dean shut his door and watched her perfect ass sway.

She sat slowly, deliberately, knowing Dean was watching her, curving her back to display her bottom perfectly in her tight skirt. The tease had begun. Dean loosened his tie and walked back behind his desk, sitting down and facing the beautiful woman in front of him. Her legs were crossed, her hands poised on top of her knees.

"I didn't know you wore glasses," he commented casually, settling back in his chair.

"Do you like them?" she asked, impassively.

"Very much indeed."

Her lips curved into a coy smile. "I don't need them, really. It's just to complete the look."

"A very nice look on you, Andrea. You'd fit right in here. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked, curious and intrigued.

"I just wanted to see where you worked. I was in the area and thought I'd pop in to say hello. You have a nice office," she added, surveying the room. "And a nice view."

"That I do. Many hours of thankless labour and shameless ass-kissing to get where I am today," he laughed.

"I was going to say, who did you have to sleep with to get this office?" she giggled.

They made conversation for a little while, casual banter, the usual polite chit-chat. All the while Dean wondered what she was up to. He suspected she had dressed as the 'sexy office girl' on purpose to tease him, and it was working. She played with the buttons on her open shirt, exposing more of her chest until he saw the modest swells of her breasts over the black cups of her bra. She un-crossed, and crossed her legs several times, showing off her stems. Her skirt was hiked up so high that he could see the lacy garters of her stockings. He squirmed in his chair, and felt his member begin to swell in his trousers.

After a pause in the conversation, Andrea stood and walked over to the window, putting her hands on the glass and tipping her ass up in the air.

"You sure have quite a nice view," she said, looking out over the city skyline.

Dean nearly drooled as he ogled her sexy bottom, her skirt now just barely covering the bottoms of her ass cheeks.

"Do I ever," he replied, nodding as if in a trance.

Andrea looked over her shoulder with a knowing smile. She wiggled her ass and laughed.

"I was talking about the view out the window," she chastised him playfully.

"I wasn't," he admitted, still admiring her firm, toned ass.

She turned to face him and gave him a scolding look.

"Tsk tsk. I expected a more professional attitude from you Dean," she smirked.

"Yes, well... I am still being relatively professional. You can't blame me for admiring your cute ass, can you?"

"I suppose not," she replied, and sauntered over to his desk, hopping up on the end and swinging her legs around towards him, crossing them.

She eyed him up and down, finally fixating on his groin, where a bulge was emerging. She slipped off one of her shoes and slowly trailed her toe along Dean's thigh, up to toward his groin. He shivered when her toes touched the tip of his cock through his trousers, and felt a rush of excitement when she rubbed them up along his shaft.

"Ooooh, look at that. Getting nice and hard for me, hmm?" she giggled.

Dean gripped the arms of his chair and watched her stocking foot stroke his length, becoming more aroused. Andrea leaned forward and put her hands on the desk beside her, giving him a lovely view down her top.

"Andrea... ah, someone might come in," he said quietly, still gazing down her shirt at her breasts.

"I know. Exciting, isn't it?" she relied without missing a beat and winking.

She let her other shoe fall onto the floor and put both feet on his shaft, applying pressure on his cock and stroking it as best she could through his trousers. At the same time, she sat up and began unbuttoning her blouse even further, pulling it open to fully expose her torso. Dean glanced nervously behind her at his office door and the frosted glass next to it to make sure no one was about to come in. Satisfied, he looked back at Andrea.

"Ooooh yeah hun, show me your breasts," he said quietly.

"Mmmm-mmm," she said, shaking her head, "not until you take that magnificent cock out of your pants."

Dean hesitated for a moment, wondering what he would be able to get away with, then decided he didn't care--Andrea looked so hot sitting on his desk and rubbing his dick with her feet that reason was beginning to give way to lust.

Cocking an eyebrow, Andrea leaned back and moved her feet so that they rested flat on the tops of his thighs. A long, cylindrical bulge was clearly visible along his trouser leg. Her breasts rose and fell as she waited. Looking Andrea in her pretty blue eyes, Dean slowly unzipped his fly. It was a bit of a struggle fishing his penis from his trousers, as she had gotten him very hard, but he eventually managed to extract his impressive manhood.

"Oooouu," Andrea cooed as her eyes widened behind her glasses.

Her feet moved, deftly caressing his exposed cock and stroking him off. He felt the soft stockings on his shaft and was amazed at how well she was stimulating him with only her feet.

"Wow, you're very good with your feet, Andrea," he complimented her.

"That's thanks to years of dancing, hun. You'd be surprised at all the things my body can do," she replied cheekily.

"I'm eager to find out."

She curled her toes over his cock head and squeezed it as she massaged his balls with the other foot. She was careful and delicate, but confident and 'sure-footed'. Dean moaned and clenched his teeth as she massaged his dick head and stroked his shaft along the arch of her other foot.

As she manipulated his member, her legs parted and he caught glimpses of her black, lacy panties under her skirt, which was now riding extremely high up her toned thighs. He stroked his hands along her shins and calves, moving up to her thighs, peeking up her skirt. She spread her legs wider, giving him a better look.

"You like my panties? I wore them especially for you."

"I do like them very much," he said, squeezing her thighs and pushing them further apart. "Why don't you take them off for me?"

She swung her legs to the side and hopped off the desk eagerly, aroused by Dean's request. She turned around so her ass was facing him and slid her thumbs up the outsides of her thighs. She picked up the hem of her skirt and slid it slowly up her sexy legs, exposing her garters, then the bottoms of her butt cheeks, then her crack, all the way up to her waist. Looking back at him, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her lacy panties and began to peel them down, the thin strip of material pulling out from between her buttocks. She bent at the waist as she pulled her panties down, exposing her asshole and bare pussy lips to him.

A hoarse growl escaped Dean's throat as he took hold of his cock and pumped it, feeling his face get hot as Andrea bent over to reveal her perfect, shapely ass and pussy. She stepped out of her panties and picked them up, turning around to face him. Her skirt was now bunched around her waist, her cute, bald slit glistened with her juices. She dangled her panties from her fingertips and grinned at him.

"Good girl. Now give them to me," he said softly, but firmly.

She took a step forward and held out her panties to him. He could already smell her musky scent in the air in front of him, and it drove him wild with desire. His mouth began to water. He took the panties from her and brought them to his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply. The heady scent caused goosebumps to break out on his arms and his head swam. Dean extended his tongue to taste Andrea's juices. She had soaked her panties. His balls tingled.

"Mmmm, you taste wonderful," he said.

"Thank you, boss," she responded, taking on the role of his naughty secretary.

"I think it's time you showed me those cute tits," said Dean, pointing with his index finger, the others still gripping her panties tightly.

Her smile widened and she pulled her blouse open, pushing her chest out. Starting with her right breast, she pulled the lacy cup down with one hand and lifted her tit out. She repeated the process with her left, then put her hands on her hips. Her perky tits stared at him invitingly, her nipples erect and pointing, the folded bra cups framing them from underneath. Her breasts were small, but perky and beautifully shaped, capped by rosy pink areolas.

"That's perfect, darling. God you are so fucking sexy," he growled, looking her up and down, still stroking his big dick.

"Now, if you hope to get anywhere in this company, you'll have to do me a few favours," he continued, matter-of-factly.

"Yes sir. I'll do whatever you ask in order to get ahead," she replied obediently.

"Good. Get on your knees and suck my cock," he commanded.

Her body visibly shook at his words, and her cheeks blushed bright pink. Dean had taken control, and it excited her. She grinned and descended slowly to her knees between his legs. She put her hands on his thighs and stared, mesmerised, at his long, thick meat. Her eyes consumed him first. She slowly moved a hand up his veined shaft, her fingers wrapping tentatively around it. He was so thick they did not touch on the other side. Her eyes widened and she sighed.

"God... it's so big..." she whispered in awe.

"It's so nice to have you finally touch it, Andrea. Mmmm, yes, that's it, stroke it for me."

Her other hand busied itself at his belt and button of his trousers. She wanted to free it. Soon the top of his pants were open and she was cupping his balls as she softly stroked his shaft.

"Fuck... I don't know how I'm going to get this thing in my mouth," she mused.

"You'll find a way, baby. I know you're a diligent worker, always keen to please," Dean said, touching her cheek affectionately.

After stroking his dick for a few minutes, Andrea pointed his swollen head at her face and looked up at him over her glasses.

"Ok boss, here I go."

She opened her mouth wide and guided his cock between her lips. Dean felt the sweet, wet warmth of her mouth on him and shuddered, gripping the arms of his chair. Andrea put her lips around his dick head and pushed him a little further in, her eyes looking almost worried. She sucked his head, her cheeks pulling inward. Her hand stroked him.

"Aaaahhhh..." he moaned.

His vocalisation gave her more confidence, and she began bobbing her head, taking a couple inches of him into her mouth. She drooled on his member and let the spit drip down his shaft, her hand distributing it along his thick column. As she sucked him off, she began to make short, soft moans, muffled by his dick head. She looked up at him as she bobbed her head.

"You look so beautiful, baby. You're doing so well. Your mouth feels incredible. This will definitely earn you some points," Dean complimented her.

Encouraged, Andrea ran her hand up Dean's shirt over his washboard stomach and forced more of his cock into her mouth. Her brow creased with the effort, and Dean moaned and tiled his head back, feeling the back of her throat push against the tip of his cock. He lifted his hips up off his chair as she took him deep, her hand gripping him firmly. He was impressed by her blowjob talents. Not many women had been able to properly suck him off without using their teeth. Andrea was doing an excellent job, and wave after wave of pleasure washed over Dean as he watched her mouth work.

"Aaaaah fuck yeah..." he groaned.

"Do you like it, boss? Have I earned a promotion yet?" she asked, looking up at him hopefully, playing her role perfectly.

"Mmmm, you're getting close, sweetheart. Suck on my balls while you jack me off," he instructed.

Giggling, Andrea tipped his cock back toward his stomach and licked slowly down his spit-shined shaft. He felt her warm tongue poke at his balls, tickling them playfully, before her lips enclosed around one. He watched her suck his nut into her mouth as she used both hands to stroke him. She alternated between his balls, coating them in her saliva, rolling them in her mouth, slurping at them as if they were juicy plums. Dean sniffed her panties again as she licked his balls.

She kissed up his shaft again and tickled the underside of his dick head with the tip of her tongue, fondling his balls with her fingers. She looked so sexy in her thick-rimmed glasses and her hair tied back from her pretty face, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement, her lips wet with the efforts of her blow job. She sat up and pushed her chest out, her perky tits sitting high and proud. She leaned in and, holding his cock firmly at the base, rotated her body to rub her hard nipples against his cock head. Dean jumped slightly as he felt her erect nubs bump his sensitive dick. He saw traces of spit and pre-cum coat her nipples as she giggled and stroked him, admiring his turgid column.

"I'm sorry my breasts aren't big enough to tit-fuck you, sir," she said.

"That's perfectly alright, sweetie, I love your breasts just he way they are. So high, and firm, and perky. Your nipples feel great on my dick head."

Andrea beamed at him, appreciating the compliment.

"Lie down on my desk, baby, on your back. I want to touch your body," Dean said, leaning forward and helping her to her feet, putting her panties near his keyboard.

He held her face and kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining. He pushed his body against hers, his dick poking her stomach, but she backed away, sliding her ass onto his large desk and pushing his papers out of the way. She turned and lay sideways, her head near the edge of the desk. Dean dropped his trousers to the floor and approached her, pulling his shirt up so she would have access to his throbbing cock. 

Andrea took his dick eagerly into her mouth and began sucking him off as his hands explored her neck and chest. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples, pulling them gently. She moaned, louder this time, as his hand traveled south, over her blouse and bunched up skirt. She spread her legs obligingly as he touched the soft skin on her abdomen. She bobbed her head on his dick as he touched the bare skin above her slit. It was so smooth, freshly shaved. Dean moaned as his fingertips touched her smooth pussy lips.

"Mmmmmm.... oh yes, touch me boss," she pleaded.

Her slit was moist with her excitement, and Dean's middle finger slipped easily between her labia as he stroked her hard clit. Andrea's body tensed and she sighed as he slid his finger up and down her pussy. He pushed his finger gently against her hole as she gobbled his cock, moaning loudly.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 05



"Oooooh yeah... don't tease me sir, put your fingers inside. Finger my wet pussy."

She reached up to stroke his shaft as she resumed her blowjob, her hips moving as she urged his finger to penetrate her. Dean used two fingers and slid them into her tight hole, groaning as she blew him.

"God Andrea, you are so tight," Dean marveled as she dipped his fingers inside her, coating them in her abundant pussy juices.

He held the back of her head as he began thrusting his hips, poking his cock deeper into Andrea's sucking mouth. He had forgotten where he was, leaving all inhibition behind, losing himself in the eroticism of the situation. He fingered her hot pussy as he fucked Andrea's mouth, his legs feeling weak, his breath coming in pants and growls. He loved how she sounded, her high-pitched, muffled moans filling his office as she pushed her hips onto his fingers, clearly enjoying the pleasure he was giving her.

Her hand began stroking him faster and she popped his dick from her mouth, moaning and looking down at her pussy as it was penetrated by his fingers, his palm slapping against her mound.

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck my pussy! Make me cum, boss!" she cried, her body shuddering, her breasts jiggling on her chest.

Andrea lifted her hips in the air as Dean pounded her cunt with his fingers, feeling it clench powerfully.

"Aaaaah yeeeeeah!" she cried as she came.

Her hand squeezed his cock hard as she stroked him and her other hand gripped her tit as she moaned shamelessly, her hips bucking as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

"Oh god yes...mmmm, gimme that big cock, sir. I want to taste your cum," she barked hoarsely, looking up at him.

She opened her mouth wide and guided his member into it, bobbing her head on it aggressively as she pumped his shaft. She was taking it deep, right to the back of her throat. He felt the incredible pressure on his head as she made wet, slurping sounds, sucking him hard. His fingers, soaked in her cum, trailed up her body until his hand groped her tit. He knew he would not last long with her giving him such amazing head.

"Ooooh yes, Andrea... you're so close to earning your promotion. Just swallow my cum and job is yours. Be a good little office slut and swallow my cum."

Andrea's eyes watched him lustily as he thrust his cock into her mouth. He clenched his teeth, feeling his orgasm approaching. Andrea sensed it too, and her hand jerked him faster as her tongue massaged his dick head. Dean moaned as his balls twitched and he felt his cum rocked through his shaft and explode into Andrea's warm mouth. She uttered a muffled squeak as the cum hit the back of her throat. She pumped him again, coaxing a second blast of semen to eject into her mouth. She swallowed the hot, salty load with relish as Dean's ass tensed again, ejaculating another blast.

"Hope I'm not interrupt--oh!"

Dean's head snapped up to see Natalie standing just inside his office, the holding the handle of the door. Her expression would have been comical had the circumstances been different, and in fact her expression likely matched Dean's. Andrea had also turned her head to the source of the voice, and she squeezed reflexively on Dean's member. Dean was unable to stop the next spurt of cum from his cock, and it splashed off Andrea's cheek and across her breast in a long, thick, gooey stripe.

Still, no one moved. The last of Dean's cum squirted on her tits and dripped on her cheek and chin. Natalie stared in disbelief at the sight in front of her, fixating particularly on Dean's large, dripping dick. There was complete silence in the room. 

Andrea was the first to move. Slowly, she licked her lips and sat up. She swung her legs over the desk and stood next to Dean, using her fingers to clean the cum from her cheek and chin, sucking it off her fingers and swallowing it. Next, she bent down and sucked the last few drops from Dean's cock, cleaning him and kissing the tip softly. Natalie and Dean had still not moved, but watched Andrea as if they were paralysed.

Picking up her panties from the desk, she used them to wipe the cum from her tits, then stepped into them and pulled them up. She pulled her skirt down, pulled the fabric of her bra cups over her breasts and buttoned her blouse. She calmly put her shoes on, kissed Dean on the cheek, and walked up to Natalie.

"No, you're not interrupting. We were just finishing up," Andrea said, patting Nat's cheek, then exited the office as if nothing untoward had happened.

She shut the door behind her, and the sound seemed to jar Natalie and Dean back to reality. Natalie jumped, and her breasts bounced as she looked away form Dean's cock and put her hands up defensively.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I didn't know..." she stammered.

"No, no, I'm sorry, that was really inappropriate of me. Please don't--"

"It's ok, Dean, I won't say anything. Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed," said Natalie.

"It's not your fault," he replied, awkwardly pulling up his pants as quickly as he could, half turning away from her. "God, I'm the one who should be embarrassed."

"Trust me, hun, you have nothing to be embarrassed about," Natalie chuckled, stealing a glance at his groin, not seeming to realise what she'd just said. "Oh my god... Did I just say that? I... I'm just going to go now..."

Red-faced and flustered, Natalie quickly left Dean's office. He sat down heavily in his chair, wiping the sweat from his brow. Shaking off his embarrassment, he sighed and smiled at the memory of Andrea's naughty visit. 

His smile widened as a plan slowly formed in his mind about how to properly repay her the favour.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 06



Making Friends

Walking briskly through her house toward the front door, Andrea paused in the hallway to look at her reflection in the mirrored closet door. She brushed her hair over her shoulder and smoothed her short, pleated summer skirt. Her white tank top was tight on her thin torso, and she had decided to forgo a bra. She turned sideways to admire the way her breasts sat high and perky on her chest, the thin cotton of the tank top clinging to her soft curves. Although the day was hot, her house was cool thanks to the air conditioning, and she smiled naughtily as she pinched her nipples through her top, causing them to poke out obviously. 

She heard her doorbell ring a second time. She was excited about seeing her guest, and reached for the door to open it for them.

It had been a few weeks since Andrea had visited Dean at his office. She had initially gone there just to tease him, dressing in sexy office attire, but things had escalated and she wound up taking most of her clothes off and giving him a blowjob. It had been a shock when his secretary Natalie had barged in just when Dean was ejaculating into Andrea's mouth and across her breasts. She had been lying on his desk, blouse open, bra pulled down, skirt hiked up, sucking Dean's big cock as he fingered her pussy. She was so exposed, and there was no hiding what was going on.

The whole experience had thrilled her, and even emboldened her. She had calmly cleaned Dean's cock with her mouth, got dressed, and walked out past Natalie as they both watched, stunned. She had actually been glad that Natalie came in and got to see them in such a compromising position. Even now, as she opened the door, she got goosebumps and felt a tingle in her groin at the memory.

"Hi sweetie! You found the place ok?" she said cheerfully, greeting her guest.

"Hey! Yeah, it was no problem," replied Natalie.

After the whole office blowjob incident, Andrea had visited Dean almost regularly, meeting him for lunch, or an after work drink. She had teased him with her outfits, and flirted shamelessly with him, but nothing sexual had happened since that day. She knew he wanted her, and she wanted him, but it was a game to them, and they would both have to wait until one or the other made the next move.

As a result of visiting Dean's office, she had seen quite a lot of Natalie, and despite the initial embarrassment and awkwardness, they had become fast friends. The three of them had had many after work drinks and lunches together, and Andrea had even had several coffee and shopping outings with just Natalie. No one had yet raised the subject of the blowjob, but it seemed to have caused them to form an unspoken bond, like friends sharing a naughty secret.

It being a weekend, Andrea had invited Natalie to her house for the afternoon. She extended her arms to Natalie who leaned in for a hug and kiss on the cheek. She felt Natalie's large breasts press against hers as they embraced. Her groin tingled again.

"I'm so glad you could come over. I was so bored today and wanted someone to hang out with for the afternoon," she said to Natalie.

"Thanks for having me, hun," Natalie replied, stepping into Andrea's house. "I brought some sparkling wine."

"Oooh, wonderful!" Andrea took the bottle and walked toward the kitchen, with Natalie following.

She got two glasses from the cupboard and opened the bottle.

"Nice day for a cool glass of bubbly," she noted, filling their glasses.

The glasses were raised and clinked. "Cheers to new friends," said Natalie, smiling.

Andrea sipped her champagne and beamed at her visitor. Nat was wearing a snug-fitting red tee with a low scoop neck--a style she was apparently fond of, as it showed off her beautiful assets. Everywhere Andrea had been with her they had been stared at by men: Natalie for her enormous breasts, and Andrea for her perfectly toned ass and legs. Nat wore short navy shorts which sat low on her hips, accentuating her curvy waist. Andrea looked her up and down, her eyes wandering over her curves like a curious insect.

Over the past few weeks, Andrea would often tease Dean about the time she had spent with Natalie, telling him about how sexy Nat looked in this or that outfit, about trading sex stories, and mentioning that his name came up often in conversation.

"What? You guys talk about me?" he had asked.

"Sometimes. I think Nat might have a bit of a thing for you."

"But she's married! Did she say something? What did she tell you?" he had pleaded.

But Andrea would always change the subject, leaving him frustrated. She knew he was attracted to her, and it came as no surprise. Natalie was young (a couple years younger than Andrea), pretty, intelligent, friendly, and sociable. And while it was true that she and Andrea had conversed about Dean, it never got too personal. Natalie seemed to love her husband, and if she had anything more than a passing attraction to Dean, then Andrea was unaware of it. Still, it was fun to torture him by dropping hints, and he was sure that it must have made things interesting at their work.

"So, this being your first time at my house, can I give you a tour?" Andrea suggested to Natalie.

"Yeah, of course," she said, placing her handbag on the kitchen counter and following Andrea down the hallway.

She showed Natalie her small art studio, the lounge room, the upstairs bedrooms, and the back yard. The girls sat together in the lounge room eating cheese and crackers and drinking champagne. Their conversation meandered from work, to music, to leisure activities. They chatted and giggled as they enjoyed each others' company. On a few occasions, Andrea saw Natalie's eyes flit over Andrea's chest, perhaps noticing the way her nipples poked out, or the way her firm breasts jiggled subtly when she laughed. In her turn, Andrea also found herself stealing glances at Natalie's impressive bust, feeling a faint pang of envy at the soft, bulging breasts before her. Before long the bottle of champagne was nearly empty.

The women returned to the kitchen to open another bottle. Natalie opened the patio door and stepped out on the deck to gaze at the lawn and small garden.

"You've got such a lovely place, Andrea. I love this little back yard."

Andrea looked through the window across her yard at Dean's house, and a naughty smile touched her lips. It was time.

"It's such a nice day... how do you feel about getting some sun?" she suggested, looking at Natalie.

"Sure! Champagne in the sun sounds like the perfect afternoon. I kinda wish I'd brought something better to wear though," replied Natalie, looking down at her top.

"Come on," said Andrea, taking Natalie's hand, "I've got just the thing."

Andrea led Natalie up the stairs to her room and began rummaging in her dresser drawer. She picked out two pairs of string bikinis and tossed them on the bed. One was white and the other was green. Andrea closed the drawer and pulled her tank top quickly over her head, her small breasts bouncing into view as she tossed it aside. Andrea stared at her, looking slightly shocked at her sudden toplessness.

"Oh, sorry hun," Andrea apologised, "I'm just so comfortable around you."

Natalie continued to stare at her body for a moment, blushing, before finally looking up at her face and smiling nervously.

"No, that's totally fine," she said, looking down quickly at the bikinis on the bed. "Um, which one's mine?" she asked without looking up.

Andrea secretly enjoyed Natalie's discomfort. Perhaps it reminded Natalie of the last time she saw Andrea naked, which was in Dean's office with his cum dripping from her chin. Andrea felt her skin break out in goosebumps and her nipples hardened. She blushed as she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She wore lacy blue boyleg panties, which hugged her toned ass cheeks alluringly.

"You can wear the green one. Sorry, it's the biggest I have. I'm not quite as well-endowed as you," she giggled.

Picking up the strings of the green bikini gingerly, Natalie held it up to her breasts. It was indeed very small, the triangles of the top covering a very small portion of her large bust. She looked down at it, then at Andrea.

The girls paused for a moment, then broke out into giggles.

"It may be a tad small," laughed Natalie.

Andrea covered her breasts in mock self-consciousness. "Hey, don't be mean," she said jokingly.

"Only teasing, hun. I'll give it a try."

Nat looked at Andrea again, then turned to face away from her to protect her modesty. Andrea could not suppress a feeling of disappointment. She watched as Natalie's fingers found the hem of her top, pulling it up over hear head. Her dirty blonde hair tumbled free of the top as she turned to place it on the edge of the bed. She wore a white bra, the straps pushing into her shoulders and back from the weight of her breasts. She peeked over her shoulder at Andrea, then unbuttoned her shorts, peeling them down over her full ass. Underneath she wore a white thong, the fabric vanishing between her round buttocks. 

Andrea subconsciously caressed her breasts as her eyes roamed over the soft curves of Nat's hips and waist. She felt a rush of blood in her cheeks as Nat reached back to unfasten her bra. She found herself becoming aroused watching Natalie get undressed. Andrea had never properly been with a woman before, but she had always had a vague attraction to females. Sure, she had drunkenly made out with a few girls in her teenage years and college, but nothing further than kissing and some fondling. She remained curious, but had never felt the urge to pursue a relationship with another woman--sexual or otherwise. Nevertheless, as she watched Nat peel her panties from between her ass cheeks and down her thighs, there was no denying the tingling warmth between her legs.

She began to take her panties off as Nat turned--her arm across her breasts--to pick up the bikini. She turned back around and put the bottoms on first, tying the strings at her hips. Natalie's ass was fuller than Andrea's, and the material bunched sexily in her crack, unable to cover her luscious buttocks. Andrea quickly put her bikini on, adjusting the cups over her breasts and tying it at the back. Nat struggled a bit with her top. She was pulling and tugging at the front.

"Need some help?" asked Andrea.

"Um... yeah, kind of. It's really small," Nat said nervously.

Andrea approached her and took the strings, tying them firmly in a bow across Nat's back. "Turn around, hun, let me see you."

Natalie tugged at the cups again, then turned slowly to face Andrea, her face red with embarrassment. Andrea put her fingers to her mouth and tried to stifle her giggles. Natalie's enormous breasts dwarfed the tiny green triangles of Andrea's bikini cups. Her tits bulged out on all sides and created the most succulent cleavage Andrea had ever seen. She could even see the edge of Nat's pale areola peeking out from behind the left cup. It was almost comical how ill-fitting the top was: like trying to wear a child's clothing.

"Oh my god... wow," she said, giggling a bit to ease the tension.

"See? I told you it was too small!" said Nat, making to turn away.

"No, no, honey, you look really sexy in it," Andrea said, touching her arm, then reaching out to adjust the cup so it completely covered Nat's nipple.

She stared shamelessly at Nat's beautiful tits as her fingers brushed the bulging cleavage. She saw Nat's nipples harden through the material in response to her touch.

"Seriously, you look really hot. And besides, you'll get more sun this way," Andrea said cheerily.

"Well that's certainly true," said Nat, looking down at her big tits, seeming a little more relaxed. 

Picking up her phone from her dresser, Andrea approached Natalie and stood next to her. She held the phone aloft and pointed it at them.

"Smile!" she said, and took a quick picture before Natalie could object.

"Oh my god, you can't show that to anyone!" exclaimed Nat as they looked at the picture on the screen.

The women looked gorgeous, smiling up at the camera. Natalie's breasts looked phenomenal, almost fully exposed, and contrasted nicely with the sexy subtle curves of Andrea's bust.

"Don't worry Nat, it's just for my viewing pleasure. Now why don't you go downstairs and pour us some more champagne. I'll get us some towels and meet you on the back patio."

"Sure hun."

Andrea watched Natalie leave the room, her ass swaying and her tits bouncing and jiggling erotically with every step she took, barely contained in her tiny bikini top. Andrea quickly composed a text message, reading ' Bikini babes going to get some sun in the back yard. Voyeurs welcome ;) '. She attached the photo of her and Nat and sent it to Dean. Her heart sped up and her nipples hardened as she became excited by the idea of her neighbour watching them from his house across the yard. She pulled two towels from her closet and skipped down the stairs to join Natalie on the back patio, grabbing the bottle of champagne from the fridge on the way.

Natalie was standing next to the patio table, shielding her eyes from the sun as she scanned the houses around her. The sound of a lawnmower could be heard in the distance, but no one seemed to be within eyesight of Andrea's back yard. Andrea put the towels on the loungers and the girls settled down, putting their sunglasses on and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The glare of the sun off the windows made it difficult to tell, but Andrea thought she saw some movement in Dean's bedroom. A moment later she received a text. "Looking good so far" it said, and had a photo of them taken from his bedroom.

"Who's that?" asked Nat.

"Oh, it's just Dean. Wants to know what I'm up to today. I'll tell him I'm hanging out with you. It will make him jealous," replied Andrea.

"Haha, yeah sure."

"No, seriously, he would kill to see you in that sexy bikini."

"Oh stop it."

"Come on, Nat, don't tell me you don't notice guys checking you out. I bet all the guys in the office love you."

"Well, lots of guys stare at my tits, I guess," Nat shrugged.

"I think that's kinda hot. I like when guys check me out, and stare at my ass. Makes me feel sexy," responded Andrea, stroking her thighs.

"Yeah. I mean, there are some pretty hot guys at our office, and it's kind of exciting when I catch them staring at me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't dress to show off a little. Married life can be a bit boring, so it's nice to know other men still find me attractive. There are the old men and creeps, of course, but I tolerate it."

"What about Dean? Have you ever caught him checking you out?" asked Andrea, sipping her drink.

"Oh my god, Andrea... he's pretty much my boss. That's not really appropriate," Nat said, but couldn't suppress a coy smile.

"I know he has, hun, don't try to deny it."

"He's always been respectful to me as a professional and a married woman. He's never made a move or anything... Did he say something to you?" Nat said inquisitively.

"Maaaaybe," teased Andrea.

"Really? What did he say?" asked Natalie excitedly.

"Now you're interested? I thought you said it wasn't appropriate," said Andrea grinning.

"Oh, stop being a tease and tell me!"

"Obviously he likes you, Nat. He's told me as much. He thinks you're very pretty, and sweet, and smart."

Natalie blushed, a large self-satisfied smile on her lips.

"But he would never try anything unless you showed him that you wanted to. So I guess the question is: would you?"

"Oh god... I couldn't. I mean, I'm married..." Nat replied unconvincingly.

"I know, hun. But just imagine. He's hot. It wouldn't have to be anything more than physical. And you've already seen his--"

"--Oh my god, Andrea!" squealed Nat.

"Let's not pretend you didn't see what happened that day in the office," said Andrea, sitting up in her chair and facing Nat.

"Um... what... I mean, I know, but..." stammered Nat.

"You saw his huge cock. It's amazing, isn't it?"

Natalie blushed again and laughed uneasily, looking up into the sky. She paused, then looked back at Andrea.

"It's fucking massive!" she blurted, then giggled, and took another sip of her champagne.

Andrea laughed, "I know, right?"

Nat refilled her glass, her large breasts rolling on her chest as she replaced the bottle back into the ice bucket on the table. She looked at Andrea for a moment, furrowing her brow.

"So, are you guys, like, dating?" she asked.

"No, nothing like that. What you saw--when I sucked his cock in his office--that was the first time we've really been sexual, although we've been teasing each other a bit."

"How so?" Natalie was riveted.

"Just sending naughty texts and stuff. And nothing's happened since that day. Maybe I scared him off."

"Not a chance. I see the way he looks at you. And judging from his expression, it looked like you gave him the best head he's ever had," Natalie giggled.

"Mmmm. He came so much. I'd already swallowed several mouthfuls before you walked in and saw him cum on my face."

The girls' conversation was becoming more open the more they drank. They both talked animatedly about Dean, and the details of that day. After finishing the bottle, Andrea went inside to get another. She filled Nat's glass and set it in the bucket, then sat on her lounger and reached behind her, untying her bikini strings. She casually pulled the bikini top off and put it on the table, then picked up the sunscreen.

"Oh my god," gasped Nat, looking around them. "Aren't you afraid of the neighbours seeing you?" 

She was sitting up on her elbows looking over at Andrea. Andrea couldn't tell easily, but she sensed Nat was staring at her perky breasts. She began to rub sunscreen on her arms and shoulders, then over her stomach and chest, caressing her tits sensually. Her pussy tingled and throbbed. She looked up to Dean's window again, knowing he was watching.

"I'm not too fussed. I've done it plenty of times and never had any complaints."

"I can imagine! That's not really what I meant, though. What about the pervs?" asked Natalie.

"That's what makes it exciting, doesn't it?" replied Andrea, grinning at Nat as she gently pulled her nipples.

Natalie laughed. "Honey, you are crazy."

"Can you give me a hand with my back?" said Andrea, holding the bottle of sunscreen out to Natalie.

"Yeah, of course," she responded, standing up and taking the bottle.

She sat behind her on the lounger and squirted some sunscreen onto her palm. She began rubbing it into Andrea's back slowly, spreading the white cream evenly over her lightly browned skin. Andrea loved the feeling of Nat's hands on her skin, and her nipples became hard as Natalie's fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts. She took her time, and Andrea was sure the sunscreen had been applied adequately, but still she continued to rub and stroke Andrea's back, sides, and shoulders.

Suddenly, she saw motion over her fence. She tensed slightly and scanned the area, finally noticing a vague shape near the hedge at the corner of her yard and Dean's. It was him. he had sneaked into his back yard and was using the hedge as cover so he could spy on the girls from a closer vantage point. She smiled at the thought of him watching them, and she could feel moistness at her groin. She found herself wanting--needing--to touch Natalie.

"Ok hun, now your turn," she said quickly, turning to pick the bottle up from the side of the table.

The girls switched spots, and Andrea began rubbing the sunscreen on Natalie's back. She applied it almost as if she was giving a massage, and heard the occasional faint sigh from Nat. Natalie drained another glass of champagne as Andrea rubbed her back, neck, and shoulders.

"Mmmm, that feels really nice," murmured Nat, rolling her head from side to side.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 06



Carefully, gingerly, Andrea began to tug at the string of Natalie's bikini top. She watched the bow slowly slip, the ends coming loose.

"Oh... Andrea..." breathed Nat, covering her breasts with her hands and turning her head to the side.

"It's ok, sweetie. Let me take it off. Let's both be naughty and go topless," she whispered near Nat's ear.

She clearly saw the skin on Natalie's shoulders and neck break out in goosebumps, and Nat shuddered subtly, but her hands slowly fell away from her bosom, and she nodded. Andrea untied the string around Nat's neck and lifted the fabric away. She leaned close and peered over Nat's shoulder down at her enormous bust. It was truly magnificent. Full, round, but firm, with medium-sized light pink-capped areolas. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and jutted out obviously.

Andrea's hands shook as she squeezed more sunscreen from the bottle. She rubbed it between her hands and reached around Nat's body. She rested them against Natalie's chest and began spreading the cream, moving down over the soft, globular flesh, feeling the hard nipples against her palms, squeezing and caressing the supple, yet firm breasts. Nat was looking down at her tits as if they belonged to someone else. She watched Andrea massage them, then tilted her head back and emitted a low moan.

"You like it, Nat?"

"Yeah... that's... really good," Nat sighed, then added, "Wow, this is so naughty!"

"Oh my god, can I tell you something?" said Andrea, then continued without waiting for a response, "I've wanted to touch your breasts so badly!" she giggled.

Nat laughed, and Andrea felt her tits bounce heavily in her hands. "I hope it was worth the wait."

"Definitely," Andrea said lasciviously.

She continued to rub the sunscreen over Nat's bust and stomach as Nat moaned softly. She leaned closer, and felt her nipples graze Nat's back. It sent shocks of pleasure through her chest and down her spine. Her pussy felt hot, and she was breathing hard on Nat's neck.

Natalie was also breathing hard, and Andrea noticed that she had spread her legs slightly. Andrea's fingers brushed the top of Natalie's bikini bottoms, and as she was going to move them up again, she felt Nat's hand on hers.

"Keep going," Nat whispered, guiding Andrea's hand toward her mound.

Andrea obliged, moving her fingers slowly over the material of Nat's bikini, feeling the plump swells of her labia, and the slit between them. She pushed her fingers against the slit and felt Natalie tense against her as she moaned. Her head rolled to the side and Andrea pressed her body up against Nat's. Their lips were nearly touching as they breathed heavily. Andrea's other hand kneaded Nat's tits as Natalie stroked her inner thigh with her nails.

"Do you... do you think anyone's watching?" asked Nat quietly, still keeping her mouth next to Andrea's.

"Maybe. But it turns me on. The thought of them staring at your big, beautiful tits out in the open, while I play with them."

"Yeah... oooooh yeah," moaned Nat.

"Kiss me, Natalie," whispered Andrea, overcome with lust.

The girls' lips met, softly at first, tentatively, then pressing harder together. Finally their lips parted and their tongues touched, exploring each other, their heads moving, sharing each others' saliva. They both moaned into each others' mouths and their bodies moved and tensed, writhing together. 

Before Andrea realised what was happening, her fingers had slid underneath the top of Natalie's bikini bottoms, delving down over her soft, smooth, hairless abdomen, finding her puffy cunt lips, and pushing her middle finger between them, rubbing her clit. Nat was soaking wet, and her legs parted further as Andrea stroked her slit.

Natalie reached back with one hand and gripped Andrea's hair, pulling her mouth to her neck. Her other hand pinched the nipple of the breast that Andrea was not currently fondling.

"Oooooh fuck yeah! Put your fingers inside me," groaned Natalie, losing herself in the moment.

Andrea looked across the yard and saw the shape of Dean again. She swore she could see him moving... was he stroking himself as he watched? Was he taking pictures of them? Filming them? She felt a thrill, and hastily moved her hands to Nat's hips where her bikini bottoms were tied, pulling the strings. 

Natalie gasped, and put her hands over her breasts, but did not move away from Andrea or close her legs. She let Andrea untie her bikini and even leaned back, lifting her ass up so Andrea could pull the green fabric free of her body. She tossed it to the side and moved back so that Nat's head rested between her breasts. Natalie was now completely naked, her body exposed to the open air and any prying eyes that may have been watching from the upper floors of neighbouring houses... not to mention her voyeur friend hiding by the hedge. 

Nat rand her hands over her own body and parted her legs further, her hands splayed on her inner thighs. She turned her head to look up at Andrea. Andrea removed her own and Nat's glasses so they could look each other in the eye. Nat's expression was a mixture of lust, nervousness, and giddiness.

"Finger my pussy, Andrea. I don't care who's watching. I want you to make me cum," she begged.

Looking down Natalie's beautiful body, Andrea felt a pang of envy. Nat's breasts were so perfect as they rose and fell rapidly, her stomach was not as toned as Andrea's but was flat, and her pussy was clean shaven, her labia plump, puffy and pink. She could see Natalie's wetness glisten in the afternoon sun.

She ran her hands down Natalie's reclined body, caressing her breasts, rolling her hard nipples in her fingertips, feeling her hips and thighs. Finally, she rubbed Nat's clit in circular motions, watching Nat lift her hips, eager for Andrea to penetrate her. Andrea slowly dipped her middle finger inside Nat's hot cunt and watched her stomach suck in as she gasped.

"Aaaahhn!" she moaned.

Her finger slid in deep, and Andrea loved the hot, moist feeling. She stroked it in and out several times, then withdrew it, soaked in Nat's juices. She could smell Nat's musky scent, and her mouth watered. She brought her finger to her lips and sucked it as Natalie watched. She looked across the yard and saw the top of Dean's head peering over the fence. She saw movement between the slats in the boards near his groin.

"Mmmmm... you taste so good, honey," cooed Andrea as Nat smiled up at her.

She reached back down and pushed two fingers into Nat's pussy, her other hand kneading Nat's breast. She began a steady rhythm, stroking her fingers inside Natalie, feeling her vaginal walls clench and her body writhe, listening to her ragged breath, her throaty moans.

"You like that, baby? You like being finger fucked by another girl while the neighbours watch?" said Andrea, getting caught up in the moment.

"Fuck yes... it's so naughty... ooouuu yeah, do it harder, Andrea. It feels so fucking good... aaaah!" Nat continued to groan, louder now, losing all inhibition.

It was obvious to Andrea that Natalie, like her, enjoyed being an exhibitionist. She was getting off on exposing herself, on acting like a dirty slut for all to see. Andrea felt equally excited, and was surprised at how erotic it felt to be intimate with her female friend. She stroked her fingers into Natalie faster, her palm slapping against Nat's clit, listening to the wet sounds of her juices, twisting her body so she could get her fingers deeper, all while squeezing Nat's large tits.

"Aaaahhh... yes baby... yeah yeah yeah...oooouuuu, fuck it just like that..." squealed Natalie, lifting her knees up and out, and pushing her tits together from the sides with her arms as her nails gripped her inner thighs.

"You're such an exhibitionist slut, Nat, showing off your sexy body and big tits to my whole neighbourhood. I'm going to make you cum for them," growled Andrea, pounding Nat's pussy with her hand.

"Do it, honey, make me cum! Oh fuck, I'm so close! Make me cum for your neighbours!" Natalie cried, her body beginning to tremble.

Her moan was high and loud, building in volume and intensity as Andrea plunged her fingers in and out of Nat's wet fuck hole. Natalie's legs shook and Andrea felt her pussy clench powerfully.

"Aaaaahhhh yeeeeaahhh!" screamed Nat, as Andrea felt a gush of warm fluid on her palm.

She cried out and felt her fingers forced out of Nat's cunt with the force of her contraction. Nat's hips tipped up as her pussy squirted a jet of pussy juice straight up like a fountain. It splashed down on Nat's thighs, stomach, and breasts, sparkling in the sunlight as her body was wracked with orgasmic spasms.

She squirted again, the stream spraying out and away from them this time, screaming in ecstasy, not caring who heard. Andrea put her fingers in the streams of cum, and rubbed the liquid into Nat's breasts and stomach. Nat trembled as her orgasm abated, emitting short moans and sighs, shaking and twitching each time Andrea touched her clit or her pussy lips.

"Oh my god... oh my god..." she kept repeating softly, squeezing her thighs as her body finally relaxed.

Her hands released her thighs and joined Andrea's in rubbing the pussy juice into her skin, slowly and sensuously.

"Wow... I can't believe you made me squirt," she said quietly, looking up at Andrea.

Andrea was lost in wonder and desire. Nat's explosion had surprised her (she herself had never squirted before), and she felt overwhelmed with lust. She was afraid Nat would not return the favour, and her expression must have shown this, for Natalie smiled widely and giggled.

"Oh sweetie, don't worry... now it's your turn," she assured her, sitting up and turning around to face Andrea.

The crotch of Andrea's bikini bottoms was soaked, the white material a slightly different colour over her slit. She was practically panting, and upon seeing Natalie's glorious, cum-soaked breasts, she darted forward, pushing her face between the slippery globes. She sucked and lapped at Nat's tits hungrily, tasting her squirt juice, nibbling her nipples, pushing her face against Nat's soft bosom. Natalie stroked her hair encouragingly, and even began to moan again.

"Be careful or I'll make you do me again," she giggled.

Andrea looked up, and began kissing Nat passionately, their tongues dancing against one another like writing snakes. Natalie began kissing her way down Andrea's neck, then to her chest. She lingered at her breasts, caressing them and putting her lips on every inch of her skin, sucking her nipples and pulling them with her lips and teeth. 

Andrea became self-conscious. "I know they're not as nice as yours--" she began.

"--stop it," Nat interrupted. "They're beautiful."

She sucked Andrea's tits both with tenderness, and eagerness, and Andrea loved her for it. But she soon became impatient, as the itch and tingle in her pussy was becoming unbearable. She put her hands on Natalie's hair and pushed gently down.

"Please... I need you to lick my pussy," she said in a breathy voice.

Nat smiled and kissed down her stomach as Andrea reclined, watching Nat as Nat watched her, kissing her tummy, her navel, lower, to her abdomen, lower again... down. Natalie carefully untied Andrea's bikini and pulled it away. She sighed as she looked at Andrea's wet pussy, licking her lips and lowering her head.

Andrea jumped as Nat's lips made contact with her labia. She was so horny she could barely see straight. She felt Natalie's soft, hot tongue tracing patterns on her inner thighs and pussy lips. Then, across her yard, she saw Dean's head peering over the fence, fully visible now. She ran her hands through Nat's hair and carefully motioned to Dean with her finger, beckoning him. He looked surprised, but moved to the gate, and opened it slightly. 

She could see that he was shirtless, and had pulled his shorts down to his knees. His cock was rock hard and standing at attention. His hand wrapped around his shaft and he pumped it as he watched Natalie lick Andrea's cunt. Andrea got an idea.

"Oh my god," she said, quietly but with alarm.

"What?" Nat responded, looking up at her face. She began to turn her head in the direction Andrea was looking.

"No, don't look. I think I can see my neighbour through his window."

"Oh shit!" cried Nat, and began to move, but Andrea held her by the hair.

"No... no don't move. I don't want him to know I can see him. He's... he's definitely watching us. He's naked, I think. Oh my god, Nat, I think he stroking his cock watching us!" she hissed excitedly.

"What? Oh my god... what should we do?"

"Keep going, hun. It's really turning me on. I've seen him before. He's just a little older than me, I think. Really hot. I... I want him to keep watching us. Oh fuck... it's so sexy," she said, moaning now.

Natalie paused for a moment, seemingly resisting the urge to turn around and look. Instead, she smiled and moved her knees back, tilting her full ass in the air in Dean's direction. Andrea saw Dean open the gate further and take a step into her yard to get a better look. In his other hand Andrea saw his phone. He was recording them.

"Then let's give him a good show," said Natalie, and dipped her tongue between Andrea's pussy lips.

Andrea moaned loudly as Nat went to work, licking her slit, sucking her labia, tonguing her clit rapidly, slurping at her juices as her hands roamed over Andrea's body. Andrea's hips moved rhythmically as Nat pleasured her, and her hands stroked Nat's hair, sometimes gripping it and forcing Natalie's face against her wet mound.

She watched Dean as he stepped further into her yard, seemingly having difficulty concentrating on approaching silently, watching the girls, filming them, stroking his cock, and making sure his shorts didn't trip him. He stopped only a couple meters from Natalie's ass. Andrea could just imagine what he saw: Natalie's round ass cheeks and thighs, still glistening with her pussy cum, her tight, puckered asshole, her bare, plump cunt lips. He could probably see the sides of her hanging breasts too. He smiled at Andrea as he jerked his cock excitedly, and she moaned louder to try to cover any sounds he might have made.

"Oh fuck, Nat, you're so good with your mouth... oooooohh, I love it. Put your fingers inside me," moaned Andrea.

Nat looked up at her, her lips wet with Andrea's lubrication. "Is he still watching?"

"Yeah... he's stroking his cock so fast now," she said, looking at Dean. "I bet he'll cum soon."

"Mmmmm, then let him watch this," replied Nat, and Andrea saw her arm disappear beneath her. "I'm spreading my pussy open for him. God... if only he were here to fuck it," she mused, then lowered her head to Andrea's cunt again.

Dean bit his lip as Natalie said this, and his fist stroked his big cock faster. Andrea felt Natalie push two fingers into her pussy and she cried out in pleasure. It was all so stimulating: getting her pussy licked and fingered by a sexy woman outside in her backyard in the middle of the day while her neighbour secretly watched and filmed them as he stood only meters away, stroking his thick manhood. She could see that Dean wanted nothing more than to stuff his manhood deep into Natalie's hot cunt until he emptied himself completely inside her, gripping her ass and pounding his hips against them. She wished that he could do it, that he would fuck her hard while she ate her pussy so that the three of them would cum together. She felt her head buzz and her pussy tighten. Although Dean didn't step forward to penetrate Natalie's wet, open pussy, it seemed the fantasy was enough.

"Aaaahhhh... ooooooh baby... c-cum!" she cried out as her orgasm approached. 

She was saying it to Dean, but of course Natalie thought she was talking about herself. Incidentally, it referred to both Andrea and Dean. 

She saw Dean's mouth open and his face contort as he pumped his column firmly, a thick rope of cum ejaculating from his tip and flying through the air. At the same time, her body jerked and she screamed as she came, Nat's fingers buried deep inside her, her mouth sucking hard on her clit. She gripped Natalie's hair firmly and ground her cunt into Nat's mouth as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. Natalie was moaning too, probably fingering her own pussy as Andrea came in her mouth. Dean spurted again and again, his pearly white cum dropping into the grass and dripping over his clenched fingers. His stomach and legs tightened and flexed as he milked the last of his load from his cock. He breathed heavily, his chest and brow sweaty with his efforts.

Andrea began to relax, her eyes half-closing, her hand loosening on Nat's hair. Dean took the opportunity to sneak back into his hard, and hid again next to the hedge, still watching the girls.

"Oh my god, Natalie, that was incredible," panted Andrea.

Nat giggled and sucked her fingers clean of Andrea's cum. "I'm glad you liked it. Oh my god, did he cum?" she said quickly, turning her head to see if she could catch a glimpse of the spying neighbour.

"Yeah... I saw him spurt. That's what made me cum. But I think he noticed that I saw him and he left quickly."

Nat looked disappointed, but smiled again after a moment.

"Oh my god... we are such sluts!" she giggled again and kissed Andrea's pussy lips, tasting her again.

"That was really hot, Nat. I'm so glad you came over," replied Andrea, touching Nat's cheek affectionately.

Natalie crawled up Andrea's body, kissing her and stroking her sweaty skin.

"Please don't tell anyone about this, ok hun? I mean... I'm a married woman," said Nat with a naughty grin on her lips.

"Of course, sweetie. It's our secret... any my neighbours'" Andrea giggled.

Natalie blushed as she rubbed her big tits against Andrea's modest ones, then sighed. 

"Whew... it's hot out today. I wouldn't mind a quick shower, if that's ok. I'd love you to join me, too," suggested Natalie.

Andrea sat up and kissed her on the mouth--a long, passionate kiss. She could taste her pussy on Nat's lips.

"Lead the way," said Andrea, smiling and cupping Nat's breasts.

Natalie grinned and hopped up, her tits bouncing, and, grabbing her towel from her lounger, strolled casually inside. Andrea got up to follow her, collecting their bikinis and the champagne bottle. Before going inside her house, she turned and caught Dean's eye over the fence. 

She blew him a kiss, giggled, then closed the sliding door behind her.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 07



Andrea's Date

"So she really doesn't know it was me?" said Dean, pointing at himself as he leaned forward across his office desk.

Andrea sat opposite him, legs crossed, slightly leaning back in her chair, a self-satisfied grin on her lips.

"No. I told her not to look, and by the time she turned around you were hiding again. And she still has no idea you live there. I still can't believe how close you got to us! Thank god she didn't see your big load all over the grass," she giggled.

Dean smiled and leaned back in his chair, relieved. "Let me tell you, that was so fucking hot watching her lick your pussy with her sexy ass in the air. And I can't believe you made her squirt!"

"I definitely didn't expect that. I guess her husband isn't doing much for her at home."

She twirled her finger around a lock of her golden hair.

"She sure does know how to satisfy a girl. And I loved you watching us. It's such a turn on. I bet you've watched the video you took about a million times."

"You'd win that bet," replied Dean, fondly recalling the video he'd taken of the two women on his phone.

It had been a few days since Andrea's lesbian encounter with Dean's secretary Natalie. Andrea was visiting Dean at work again, as she had been doing on a fairly regular basis. The two of them had still not done anything sexual with each other since the blowjob in Dean's office several weeks back. Andrea still undressed in her bedroom window at night for Dean to watch, always teasing him, but he was becoming restless. He wanted more. 

He stood up from his chair and rounded his desk, sitting on the edge, close to Andrea. She was wearing a very tight v-neck t-shirt. Today she was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were poking out erotically in his cool, air-conditioned office. The shorts she wore lived up to their namesake, as they were indeed quite short, showing off her lean, perfectly toned legs. She dangled her wedge sandal from her toe as she looked up at him, still playing with her hair. He scrutinised her carefully, trying to read her expression. 

"You know, I don't have a meeting for another 20 minutes. I don't suppose..." he said, suggestively.

Andrea sat up, resting her arms on the arms of her chair, sticking her chest out and smiling at him coyly.

"Yes?" she said in mock innocence.

A knock at his office door drew his gaze away from the enticing swells of Andrea's perky tits. He cleared his throat.

"Yes, come in."

The door opened only about a foot, seemingly of its own accord, as Dean could see no one through the opening.

"Sorry to interrupt... are you busy?" said a familiar voice.

"No, it's fine Natalie, please come in," Dean said in a slightly exasperated tone.

Ever since she caught Andrea sucking his cock in his office, his secretary was always careful to knock before entering. Nat's head finally appeared in the doorway. It seemed to Dean that her face showed a trace of disappointment at seeing him and Andrea decent, and not involved in some compromising position. She looked at Andrea and blushed deeply, then spoke quickly to Dean.

"Um... Mr. Matheson is early for your meeting. Would you like me to ask him to wait?" she said, fidgeting nervously with a folder that she held defensively to her large chest.

Dean sighed. "No Nat, that's fine. Take him to meeting room B and tell him I'll be there in a few minutes."

Natalie nodded and made a hasty exit. Andrea giggled.

"She was like that when I came in today. She could barely look me in the eyes."

"I'm sure she'll get over the initial embarrassment," chuckled Dean, rising from his desk and collecting a report from a shelf.

Andrea stood and followed him from his office. At Natalie's desk, she leaned in and hugged Dean, kissing him on the cheek.

"See you soon, neighbour," she said softly into his ear.

He watched her ass sway as she walked away from him down the corridor. He noticed many other men did the same. Ever since she had been paying him visits at the office, his colleagues had taken a keen interest. She often dressed provocatively, and seemed to enjoy the fawning attention of Dean's colleagues, young and old alike.

"Damn! She is so fucking sexy," Dean's friend Jason had said to him one day as they shared lunch in the restaurant adjacent to their building. 

Andrea had been sitting with them, but had just left to run some errands. 

"How do you know her again?" asked Jason.

"She's my neighbour. I ran into her when I was jogging--almost literally. Found out she lives in the property behind mine. We share our back fence."

"She seems to like you. She certainly visits you at work often enough," chuckled Jason.

Dean laughed. "I suppose. She's a sweet girl. Really nice... And yeah, extremely sexy," he added, noticing Jason's smirk and pointedly raised eyebrow.

Jason tipped his mug inward, casually surveying the contents of his coffee cup.

"So... are you two...?" he lifted his eyes to meet Dean's, letting the unfinished question hang in the air between them.

A grin split Dean's face and he lowered his eyes, but shook his head. "No no, we're just neighbours. Friends. Why do you ask, Jay?"

"Just curious," he replied, feigning disinterest.

"Yeah, sure. You thinking of asking her out?" Dean said, unable to conceal a hint of annoyance in his tone.

Jay raised his hands defensively. "I don't want to step on any toes. We're mates. If you'd rather I back off..."

Dean tried to be casual, shrugging and looking across the restaurant at nothing in particular. "It's fine, do what you want. Just don't be a dick. She's my friend and I don't want any awkwardness... especially since we're neighbours."

Jay laughed. "Don't worry about it," he said, slapping Dean on the shoulder.

He stood and fished out his wallet. "We should get back to the office. You still up for drinks on Friday?"

"Definitely," replied Dean, tossing a couple bills onto the table.

He sensed the matter was closed, and hadn't thought much of it until the present, as he watched Andrea sway her sexy ass down the corridor. She turned and vanished out of sight, and just as Dean was looking away, he could have sworn he saw someone follow after her.

"Um... hello?" a voice recalled him out of his stupor.

Natalie was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to follow her to the meeting room where Mr. Matheson waited.

"Sorry Nat. Lead the way," he said, gesturing in front of him.

Her cheeks still a rosy hue, Nat smiled nervously and turned to walk ahead of Dean. His eyes were now trained on another very attractive posterior, as he fondly recalled the same round bottom, naked in the sunlight, sticking up invitingly, presenting itself to Dean's long, hard, pulsing cock. 

He suspected his meeting was going to be decidedly unproductive.

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The week passed swiftly for Dean, a point for which he was thankful. Deadlines for projects had been creeping up on him faster than he was comfortable with, and Natalie's nervous and awkward disposition was beginning to annoy him. It was especially noticeable whenever Andrea came to visit him, not surprisingly, and she had made more than her usual number of trips to see him on his lunch breaks. He suspected Nat was nervous about Andrea telling him or others in the office about their intimate encounter, and that it would get back to Nat's husband. Indeed, she may have even suspected that Andrea had already told Dean, which would explain her bizarre behaviour around him over the week.

Dean stood among a group of his colleagues at the pub near his building. He looked across the room to where Natalie was standing, chatting with another woman Dean didn't recognise. After a moment, Natalie excused herself to make her way to the bar. Dean finished his beer and did the same. He wanted to clear the air.

"Hey Nat," he said cheerfully, standing next to her at the bar. "I'll get this one. What are you drinking?"

She turned her head and, noticing it was him, looked away quickly. "Hi Dean. Um, I'll have a gin and tonic, thanks."

He ordered their drinks and, after he paid, they collected them and found an unoccupied table. Nat still wouldn't make eye contact with him. She folded her arms in front of her on the table, looking off to her right out the window of the pub. It being casual Friday in the office, she was wearing a white ribbed tank top with snaps down the front. All but one were unfastened, her top wide open down to a point between her bulging breasts. Her beautiful cleavage drew Dean's eyes to her bosom, the faint outline of her black bra underneath. His mind involuntarily drifted back to the memory of her bare, heaving bust, her head turned to the side to kiss Andrea's mouth, her legs spread wide, Andrea's fingers exploring her wet pussy.

His balls tingling, Dean struggled to avert his gaze from the soft curves of Natalie's tits, finally looking up, relieved to see that she was still looking away. 

"Alright," he said, touching her arm gently. "What's bothering you?"

Nat flinched at his touch, finally looking him in the eyes.

"Oh... sorry. Nothing... nothing's bothering me," she said, sipping her drink.

"I know you better than that, Natalie. You're my secretary... and my friend. We're incapable of lying to each other. I've just noticed that you've been very distracted this week."

Natalie lowered her head and shrugged non-committally. At that moment, I saw Andrea enter the pub. Her eyes searched the room, and I saw a couple of my male colleagues notice her and call her over. Nat followed my gaze, then blushed and turned back toward me.

"Especially when she's been hanging around," he noted, pointing subtly in Andrea's direction. "What's going on?"

Looking up into his eyes, Natalie looked almost surprised. She searched his face for hints of what Dean may, or may not know, narrowing her eyes.

"She didn't... tell you anything?"

Dean shrugged. "What would she tell me? I know you two hung out last weekend. Was there some gossip being shared?"

Nat continued to scrutinise him. "Possibly. And she didn't share any of that gossip with you? Remember, I'll know if you're lying."

"She didn't tell me anything about what you guys talked about." It was a half-truth. She didn't have to tell him because he'd witnessed it first-hand. "But the fact that you're asking tells me I'm missing some juicy details."

Natalie breathed a sigh of relief and a naughty grin crept across her face.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"Yes. I would," he said, matter-of-factly.

Her smile was genuine, and her blue eyes sparkled. She looked so pretty when she smiled, and Dean had a strong urge to lean across the small table and kiss her.

"Mind your own business, boss," she joked.

"Maybe I'll just ask her myself," he added.

"Go ahead. If she hasn't told you anything by this point, she's not going to give it up now." Natalie's tone was confident, and her body language much more relaxed.

She shrugged and giggled, then took a sip of her drink. Dean wanted to bury his face in her succulent cleavage.

"Listen, I'm sorry I've been weird this week. There's some things that have been going on lately... I've got a lot on my mind," she admitted, becoming serious.

"That's ok Nat. If you'd like to talk about it, or if there's anything I can do, just let me know."

She touched his arm affectionately. "Thanks."

A shrill shriek, followed by giggles carried through the bar to Dean's ears. He looked over in the direction of the commotion and saw Andrea laughing with a couple guys. She touched one man's shoulder flirtatiously and took a drink the other man had bought for her.

"She such a flirt," said Nat, looking over her shoulder.

After a few minutes, Andrea approached them. She hugged Natalie and kissed her cheek, then did the same to Dean, pressing her body firmly up against his. He resisted the urge to squeeze her ass, which was stuffed into a tiny pair of cotton shorts.

"Your workmates are so much fun!" she cooed to them.

"Especially when they're buying you drinks, hmm?" Dean quipped.

"They're being kind. I've never had you offer to buy me a drink."

Dean rolled his eyes and sipped his beer.

"Don't worry, you two are my favourites," said Andrea, putting her hands on their shoulders and squeezing. "Hey Nat, that guy over there," she continued, pointing across the room, "is he the one you were telling me about before? The one that... you know..."

Natalie followed her pointing finger with her eyes, then smiled and nodded. "Yep. That's him."

"I can't believe he said that to you!" said Andrea in a loud whisper.

Dean picked up his beer. "Aaaaand that's my cue to exit the conversation. I'll talk to you guys later," he said, stepping away from them to let them gossip, and finding Jason near the bar.

He stayed for another round, but decided to leave early, wanting to get to bed early after such a stressful week. He stopped by to say goodnight to Andrea and Natalie, who seemed to be the center of attention for a large group of men.

"I'm heading off, ladies. Have a good weekend."

He kissed Natalie's cheek and enjoyed one final glance at her nearly exposed breasts. He hugged Andrea and whispered to her, "You want to share a cab?"

"No thanks, I'm going to stay here a little longer. Night night, hun," she replied, kissing his lips.

Disappointed as well as tired, Dean made his way home.

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It was late Saturday evening, and Dean was looking out his bedroom window across to Andrea's house. All the lights were off. He had slept in late, and had only caught a glimpse of her in the late afternoon when she seemed to be getting changed in her bedroom. He was hoping she was going to invite Natalie over again, but no such luck. He had entertained the idea of inviting Andrea over for dinner, and had sent her a text earlier in the day, but she had replied that she was "going out for the evening".

Feeling restless, Dean decided he wouldn't be able to sleep if he tried, so he made his way to his lounge room to watch TV in the hopes that it would take his mind off his neighbour. After about an hour, Dean heard his phone buzz on the coffee table. Retrieving it, he read the screen. It was a text from Andrea. His heart leapt. 'I feel like showing off a little tonight. Wanna watch?', it read. 'Love to. I'll be at my window', he replied. He got up to go upstairs to his bedroom, but his phone beeped again. 'No. I want u closer. Cum to my back door', was her reply. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and his heart beat faster. He wondered if this was his chance to finally have sex with her.

With a mixture of excitement and nervousness, Dean made his way to the back of his house. He didn't turn on any lights, and slipped out his back patio door quietly, creeping across his yard. He noticed that Andrea's kitchen light was on. He walked through the gate he had built separating their yards and cautiously moved to her patio. Suddenly, he saw movement. Andrea was inside by her fridge, opening it and retrieving a bottle of wine. She moved to the kitchen island, where Dean could see her clearly through her patio doors, the blinds being wide open. 

Andrea was dressed to impress. She wore a skin tight navy blue dress, so short that Dean could almost see the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and a pair of black high heels enhancing her slender legs. The top portion of the dress was sleeveless and had a deep v-cut front, open nearly to her navel. He saw the subtle curves of the insides of her small breasts, perky enough not to need support. Her nipples poked out subtly from the fabric, and she wore a long silver necklace knotted just above her tits, which drew even more attention to her already attention-grabbing, scandalously low dress front.

Dean's hand rubbed the front of his shorts, feeling his cock begin to swell. Andrea poured herself a glass of wine, then got out another glass and filled it with water. Dean's brow wrinkled. Why two glasses? he wondered. He did not have to wait long for his answer.

A figure approached Andrea from behind. As she turned to face the mysterious guest, Dean saw who it was.

"Jay!" hissed Dean, unable to contain his shock.

So that's where she had been--on a date with his colleague and close friend. Dean clenched his fists, unsure how he was supposed to feel. Another one of Andrea's games, no doubt. She had managed to escalate their 'competition'--if that's what it was--to another level. His stomach churned and his face flushed. He considered returning to his house and ignoring the whole thing. But he knew he was kidding himself. It would be impossible. No matter what he felt, he knew he would do what Andrea wanted. He knew he was going to watch her fuck Jason. And he was certain Andrea knew it too.

Presently, she was pointing down the hall, likely indicating the bathroom. Jay smiled and nodded, then left the kitchen. Andrea quickly picked up her phone and, after squinting out the window, typed out a text. A moment later, Dean received it.

'Are you watching yet?'

She stepped to the patio doors and peered out. Dean simply held up the screen of his phone and waved it in Andrea's direction as a response. Seeing the glow of the screen, she beamed. He saw her flick the lock on the patio door, then typed on her phone again.

'Going to the lounge room. Cum in for a closer view if u like'

She smiled out into the darkness of the night, then took the neckline of her dress and pulled it open, exposing her cute breasts to Dean. Her body swayed for him erotically, and he felt a surge of blood flow into his cock. He bit his lip as she pressed her breasts against the glass doors, pursing her lips and kissing the glass, leaving a faint red lipstick print behind. Then she giggled, pulled her dress closed, turned to wiggle her perfect bottom at him, then sauntered through her kitchen toward her lounge room at the front of the house.

Dean waited in the shadows for a few minutes before daring to enter her house. He cautiously slid the door open an inch, putting his ear in the crack and listening. He heard soft voices from the front of the house. He sighed, as his curiosity got the best of him, and he slowly opened her patio door, closing it carefully behind him. He removed his flip flops and tiptoed carefully down the hallway, stopping at the wall which opened into the lounge room. He put his back against the wall, controlled his breathing as best he could, and listened.

"... see each other all the time," Jay was saying.

"Often enough, I guess. We'll pop by to each others' place for a drink every now and again. We get along so well. I really like him," Andrea replied.

Dean deduced that they must be talking about him.

"So... you two definitely aren't... I mean, you're not..." he probed.

Andrea giggled. "I told you already, we're friends. That's it."

"Ok, I just want to make sure, you know? He's my friend too, and I don't want to cause any--"

"--I didn't invite you in to talk about Dean, Jason," interrupted Andrea.

Jay laughed. "No, I suppose not. So why did you invite me in, hmm?" he said suggestively.

"What do you think, honey?" Andrea replied softly.

Dean heard faint rustling. He had to risk a peek. Peering around the wall, he saw the two of them sitting on the couch, which faced sideways so he had a profile view of Andrea and Jason. Jason was on Dean's side of the couch, and was leaning to his right, kissing Andrea. As their heads moved together, Dean could see Andrea's eyes open occasionally to scan the large lounge room doorway, undoubtedly checking to see if Dean was watching. The lights were dim, but bright enough for Dean to see everything that was happening. The couch was only a few meters from where he stood.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 07



Upon seeing him spy on them, Andrea's eyes smiled, and she closed them and kissed Jay more passionately. His hands were stroking her sides and hair as they made out, and Andrea pushed his head down to her neck as she tossed her head back, moaning. Dean felt his cock continue to swell as he watched the pair on the couch, Jay's hands inching closer to Andrea's breasts. Her hands pawed at his hair as he kissed lower, his hand coming to rest on her tit and squeezing it.

"Mmmmm yeah," sighed Andrea, sticking her chest out to Jay.

One of her hands slid down between them, and he saw it reach to Jason's groin as he kissed her chest. Encouraged by her boldness, Jay pulled her dress to the side so he could access her breasts. He moaned as he looked briefly at her perky bosom, then darted forward to suck on her nipple.

"Oooh yes, baby, suck on my titties," Andrea moaned, looking straight over Jason's head into Dean's eyes.

Her hand rubbed the crotch of Jay's pants as he kissed and sucked her breasts, groaning a little. His hand moved down to her thigh, stroking and squeezing it eagerly, edging her already short dress higher on her hip. Dean saw Jay's hand slide back over Andrea's hip and behind her.

"You have such a sexy ass, baby. I've wanted to touch it ever since I first saw you," said Jay, lifting his face from between Andrea's breasts.

"You like it? Want to have a closer look?" teased Andrea.

"You know I do," growled Jay.

Andrea stood up, standing slightly to Jay's right so his back was partially facing Dean. The neckline of her dress was pulled to the sides, and she made no attempt to cover her bare breasts. The hem of her dress was hiked up so high on her hips that Dean could see the crotch of her panties; a bright red pair, from what he could tell. 

Andrea turned around, pivoting on the balls of her feet, still in her heels. The bottoms of her ass cheeks were exposed now, peeking out from underneath her dress. She turned to look at Jay and giggled as she slowly pulled the dress up, uncovering her perfectly toned bottom. She pulled the fabric up to her waist, revealing a tiny, lacy red thong.

"Oh wow..." marveled Jason. "That is the sexiest ass I have ever seen."

"I'm glad you like it," said Andrea, wiggling her ass enticingly.

Jay reached out and put his hands on her buttocks, gently rubbing them and squeezing her soft cheeks. His fingers crept up to her hips and began pulling her panties down. He kissed her ass as he pulled the red thong across it, pulling the panties down to her knees before letting them fall to her ankles. 

"Ohhh my..." Andrea sighed.

She bent over slowly at the waist, stepping out of her panties and picking them up. She swung them playfully on her finger as she giggled, finally tossing them in Dean's direction. They landed about a meter from where he was standing, but Jay ignored them, focusing on the bare ass and pussy only inches from his face. Andrea looked at Dean and winked, wiggling her ass again.

Worshiping Andrea's beautiful bottom like an idol, Jason licked, kissed, caressed and squeezed it, vocalising his pleasure with moans and grunts. He pushed his face against her ass and Andrea squeaked.

"Oh baby... you're getting right in there," she giggled. "Mmmm, yeah, lick my pussy."

Andrea held her ankles as she let Jay lap at her pussy, beginning to moan herself after a minute. Dean decided now was the right time to make an attempt to retrieve Andrea's panties. He quietly crept into the room, keeping his eyes on the back of Jay's head, and picked up her thong, retreating quickly back to the hallway. He fingered the fabric, feeling its wetness. He put it up to his nose and inhaled, watching Andrea as she watched him from her upside-down perspective, her head next to her knees, her hair falling to the floor. 

With an alarmed cry, Andrea suddenly stood straight, twisting her body and putting her hand on Jay's head.

"Oh! Honey... that's my asshole," she said in a high pitched voice.

"Sorry, Andrea. I just wanted to touch it."

"Hmmm, on a first date? I don't think so," she replied, but smiled and turned around. "Take your clothes off, hun," she said, pulling the straps of her dress down off her shoulders.

Jay did not need to be asked twice, and stripped with a quickness that astonished Dean. Andrea laughed.

"Eager, are we?"

"Fuck yes, Andrea," he replied unapologetically.

"Lie down. No, with your head this way. I want you to give me more oral, but I'll return the favour."

Dean hid briefly while Jay moved so that his feet were now facing him. He looked back in and saw Andrea straddle his face on the couch as she leaned over Jay's body. Jay's cock was stiff and erect as Andrea picked it up with her fingers. Andrea looked right at Dean, then down to Jay's dick, pointing it at her face. She smirked and looked back at Dean, mouthing the words "show me yours." Dean unfastened his shorts and pulled them down to his knees, along with his boxers. His cock bobbed heavily in the air, almost fully erect. Jay's cock, although average in size, paled in comparison.

Andrea's eyes lit up when she saw it and she licked her lips. She began to slowly stroke Jay's cock as she looked at Dean. Dean held Andrea's panties to his mouth and licked them, smelling and tasting her musk. She bit her lip and moaned.

"How does my pussy taste?" she asked.

"Mmmm, you taste so good, baby," Jay replied, accompanied by wet, slurping sounds.

Andrea finally lowered her head and began sucking Jason's cock, licking the tip and swirling her tongue around it before slipping her lips over the head and sucking her cheeks in. Jason moaned loudly as Andrea began to bob her head and jerk his shaft. Dean stroked his own cock more firmly as he watched his neighbour suck his friend's cock.

A few minutes passed before Dean heard Jay groan. "Ooooh baby... I wanna fuck you so bad..."

Andrea was moaning around Jay's dick as she sucked him off, and when he heard him speak she raised her head and moved up his body, positioning her pussy over his spit-shined cock. She was squatting over his cock with one heel on the couch and the other on the floor. She reached under herself and guided his rigid member to her waiting cunt.

"Mmmm yeah, fuck my pussy, Jay," she cried, sitting down on his dick, then leaning back.

Dean say Jay's hands squeeze her hips, ass, and waist, then roam up her body to caress her tits as she rode him. Her mouth was open and she moaned and squeaked as Jay fucked her. Dean stroked his cock faster, and stepped out a bit further from the wall to have the best view of Andrea as Jay thrust up into her pussy. Her titties bounced as Jay's hips slapped against her ass. He could see Andrea's pussy glisten with her juices, and her eyes burned with desire as she watched Dean stroke himself in front of her. He could see that having him watch her get fucked by Jason was driving her crazy with lust.

"Aaaaah.. yes baby... do you like that? Do you like fucking my little pussy?" she screamed.

"Fuck yeah... you're so tight... I haven't fucked a pussy this tight in so long..." he moaned as his fingers gripped her waist.

As Dean's hand stroked himself faster, Jay's moans became more urgent.

"Baby... I'm... I'm going to cum soon..." he grunted.

"Aaaaahhnn... I want you to cum in my mouth," cried Andrea, nodding to Dean seemingly as a warning to hide himself.

Dean concealed himself partially in the hallway again as he heard the rustling and grunting of the copulating couple shifting their positions. When he looked back in the room, Andrea was kneeling on the floor in front of Jason, in about the same place she had stood to take off her panties. Jay was now standing and his arm moved rapidly as he stroked himself, his cock shaking inches from Andrea's face.

"Yeah... cum for me, baby," she moaned, begging not Jay, Dean suspected, but him, to cum.

Jay accepted the invitation almost immediately, and groaned as his hips moved rhythmically. Andrea looked up at him and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. Jay's first blast spurted across Andrea's tongue and deep into her gaping mouth. She moaned and blinked rapidly as he spurted his seed across her lips and cheek, ejaculating again and again in and around Andrea's mouth. 

Seeing Andrea accept Jason's hot load was too much for Dean, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan as he squeezed his shaft near the head. Realising that he couldn't just jizz in the middle of Andrea's carpet, he brought her balled panties to the tip of his dick, cupping them as his balls twitched. He spurted several powerful blasts of his cum across her lacy, red thong, his head swimming as he watched Jay's cum drip from Andrea's tongue and chin. She was now watching Dean as he spurted his seed into her panties, as he had done the day they first met. When Jay tipped his head back and sighed deeply at the ceiling, his hands on his hips, Andrea looked at Dean, smiling and winking.

She began licking her lips, swallowing Jay's cum, then proceeded to his softening cock, cleaning it diligently with her mouth. Dean felt the last of his load drip from his cock, and he awkwardly stepped to the side and pulled up his boxers and shorts with one hand. He dared not stay any longer, lest he be caught. He wasn't sure what to do with the cum-soaked panties in his hand, but he decided it was probably best to take them back to his place and wash them before returning them to Andrea. He certainly couldn't just leave them lying around to be discovered.

He heard voices again in the other room as he slid the patio door open, making his escape.

Back in the safe confines of his own house, and having dropped Andrea's sticky panties into the washing machine, Dean made his way up to his room. He sat on the balcony for a few minutes, observing Andrea's house. There was no motion for some time, but he thought he heard a car start and drive away. His phone beeped a moment later.

'Have fun, you naughty voyeur? ;) '

'You are such a tease. Dirty girl' he replied.

He saw the light in Andrea's room go on and she appeared in her window, back in her dress. 

'Did you steal my panties?' she asked.

'I may have. I didn't want to leave any evidence behind. I guess Jay left?'

'Yes. And now, after a good fucking, I'm going to bed. Night darling' She signed off with a kiss smiley.

Dean watched her in the window as she peeled her dress off sensuously, showing off for him as she had done so many nights before. She stripped down until all she wore were her heels. Again, she pressed her tits against the glass and kissed it, then waved and turned to turn of her light.

He craved her more than ever.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 08



 Ch. 08: Tricks & Games



"... do you want me to let him know you're here?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry..." replied Andrea, coming out of a daze and looking into Natalie's round, blue eyes.

She was at the reception of Dean's office again, and had become distracted by Nat's tight, low-cut top, her eyes dropping unintentionally to the magnificent, large, soft bulges of the bosom so openly displayed before her. 

She blinked rapidly and smiled at Nat. 

"No, that's fine hun, I'll just pop in and surprise him. Thanks," she finished, turning to make her way down the hall to Dean's office.

It was the Monday following her date with Dean's coworker Jason, and she was eager to talk to Dean about it, since she had invited him to watch as Jay fucked her on her couch. She had loved watching Dean watch her from the hallway, holding her panties to his nose and mouth as he stroked his big cock. She had taken her exhibitionism to the next level, and knew that it must have driven Dean crazy to watch his friend and colleague have sex with her--something he undoubtedly craved. Someone she had only really just met got to have his cock inside her tight pussy even before Dean, with whom she had been playing this sexual game of cat-and-mouse for weeks.

She smiled to herself as she approached Dean's office, seeing the door open a crack. She was going to let herself in, but heard voices coming from inside. She hesitated, looking around to see if anyone was watching, then leaned in close, pushing the door open a few inches to peek inside.

"You should have seen what she was wearing! This tight, extremely short dress, cut like this in the front."

It was Jay's voice, and Andrea saw him sitting on the couch in Dean's office, gesturing with his index fingers as they made a long 'v' shape on his torso.

"She wasn't wearing a bra, either. With her cute little perky tits, she doesn't need one. She was being such a tease. Showing off her body, bending over to show me her ass. I was so horny when we got to her place," continued Jason.

Dean was sitting behind his desk, just out of Andrea's view. She heard him speak.

"Yeah, I can imagine."

His voice sounded strained, betraying some irritability. Andrea's grin widened. He was jealous.

"No man, you can't imagine. That's why I'm telling you," laughed Jay. "Seriously, she looked incredible. Anyway, she invited me in to her place, and almost straight away we were making out on the couch. I had a raging hard on by this point, and my hands were all over her. She begged me to suck on her tits while she rubbed my cock through my pants."

"Jay, you really don't need to--" Dean began, sounding uncomfortable.

"--then she stood up and bent over in front of me, stripping her panties off. Her ass is so perfect, Dean. I mean, you already know that, but..." continued Jay, ignoring Dean's protest.

"Anyway, I licked her pussy from behind as she was bent over. Fuck, it was unbelievable. Then we 69'd. She gives really good head."

"Look, Jay, that's nice for you, but--"

"--no no, let me finish. Then she got up and rode me, like reverse cowgirl. And I have to tell you, she has the tightest pussy..." he trailed off, lost in the memory.

"It was so tight that I couldn't last long, you know? And this is the best part: she wanted me to cum in her mouth!" exclaimed Jay excitedly, probably much too loud for an office setting.

"Shhh!" hissed Dean.

"Sorry," chuckled Jay. "But it was so hot. I jerked off into her mouth and on her face. She loved it! She swallowed it all and cleaned my cock with her mouth after I'd finished. It was incredible," he sighed, again reflecting on his erotic date.

"Well... I guess you hit the jackpot, hmm?" Dean intoned darkly.

Jay looked in Dean's direction. 

"Hey, I asked you if you guys were involved. I asked her too. You said no, she said no. I don't want to piss you off--"

Dean cut him off by laughing awkwardly.

"No, no, seriously, it's ok. I'm probably just envious since I'm having a bit of a dry spell myself," he said.

Sensing the conversation was approaching an end, Andrea knocked on the door.

Dean cleared his throat. 

"Yes, come in."

Andrea pushed the door open and stepped inside Dean's office, smiling brightly at the two men.

"Hiya! Just thought I'd pop by to say hello. Oh, hi Jay!" she said cheerfully.

Both men stood, and Jay beamed at her. 

"Hi Andrea. Hey, I was just telling Dean what a great time I had on our date the other night," he said.

"Oh, how nice. I enjoyed myself too, Jay," she replied, winking pointedly at him.

He fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment.

"I just need to have a quick chat with Dean for a sec, but I'll come by your office after I'm done, ok Jay?" Andrea said.

"Yeah, of course," he replied, approaching her but hesitating, seeming unsure what to do.

Andrea put her arm around his neck and pressed her body against his, kissing him aggressively on the mouth. After they parted, Jay blinked stupidly, then opened and closed his mouth, then promptly left the office. Andrea giggled and shut the door behind him, then took his place on the couch, crossing her legs in her light blue skirt and putting her hands flat on the seat on either side of her. She made sure to flash Dean a glimpse of her white cotton panties as she sat.

Dean folded his arms across his chest. 

"Happy?" he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked in mock innocence.

He snorted and turned his head disdainfully.

Andrea laughed. 

"Ooooh... is someone jealous?" she teased.

Dean paused and looked at her with a stormy brow. 

"What do you think?" he said.

"Hey, at least I let you watch," replied Andrea smugly. "And you loved it. Watching him lick my pussy, watching me suck his cock... riding it... I saw your expression when he came in my mouth. I bet you made a nice, big, sticky mess in my panties, didn't you?"

As she spoke, she felt a warm tingling in her groin recalling Dean's dim shape in her hallway, pumping his cum into her balled panties in his hand as she swallowed Jay's hot load, and cleaned his dripping cock with her tongue. It excited her to know that Dean had taken her cum-covered panties home with him, like a souvenir.

Dean's expression softened, and a slow smile spread across his face.

"It was very hot watching you, I admit," he said, rubbing his chin. "And you can have your panties back after I wash them," he chuckled.

She giggled and stood up, sauntering slowly over to his desk. She stood in front of him as he swiveled his chair to face her, and carefully inched up her skirt.

"You dirty man... jerking off while you watch your friend fuck me," she said softly as she exposed more and more of her thighs. "I bet you wish it could have been you."

Dean's eyes ran up and down her body, then fixated on the hem of her skirt as it rose higher.

"You heard him say how tight my pussy was. Imagine how tight it would feel on your big cock," she continued. "You're much bigger than he is. You'd stretch my pussy so good."

He leaned forward and touched the outside of Andrea's left thigh. She exposed the crotch of her panties to him, giggling at the desire in his expression. He stroked her thigh, moving his hand back and under her skirt to squeeze her ass and pull her closer to him. He leaned closer as she lifted the front of her skirt, showing him her panties. He licked his lips.

"How badly do you want to fuck me?" she whispered.

"Oh Andrea, I want that so badly," he groaned.

His other hand stroked up the inside of her thighs, making a line toward her pussy. She quickly stepped back and pulled her skirt down, laughing.

"Sorry, honey, you'll have to wait a little longer," she said, teasing him mercilessly.

His face fell and he frowned. Turning abruptly back to his desk, he looked at his computer screen, avoiding her gaze.

"What did you come here for, anyway?" he said, sulkily.

"Oh, just to see you... and Jay. I'll stop by his office on the way out. Enjoy the rest of your day, sweetie," she said as she picked up her handbag and opened his door.

He looked at her briefly, but made no reply as she left. She giggled again, but was a little worried that she was going too far. She didn't want to tease him to the point that she scared him away. After all, she genuinely enjoyed the little game they had going between them. And she was lying to herself if she thought she didn't actually want to fuck him. But she loved being watched, and for now that was enough. After all, now she could satisfy herself by fucking Jay, even if his cock was no match for Dean's.

She had worked herself up in Dean's office, and sensing the dampness between her legs, decided that she might have to let Jay fuck her to relieve the sexual tension. But as she passed Natalie's desk again, Nat gestured to her.

"Oh, Andrea, Jay wanted me to tell you that he had a meeting to go to, but he says he'll give you a call later on." Her tone was colder than normal.

Disappointed, Andrea debated returning to Dean's office, but she was unwilling to give him the satisfaction. Besides, she wanted him to stew in his jealousy a little longer. It was a nice feeling to be wanted by him.

"Oh. That's too bad. Ok, thanks Nat," replied Andrea, making to leave.

"Are you two, like... dating?" asked Nat hesitantly.

Andrea stopped and turned to Nat.

"We went on a date on the weekend. Why?"

"No reason, I was just wondering, since he was asking about you."

Andrea looked at Natalie closely, and grinned as the reason for Nat's curiosity dawned on her. She put her hands on Nat's desk and leaned over it, pushing her small breasts together with her arms, creating cleavage which showed over the neckline of her tank top.

"Oh my god... you're not jealous too, are you?" she asked with a saucy grin.

"What? No! Wait... what do you mean "too"?" Nat responded, clearly flustered, her cheeks becoming rosy.

"Yes you are. You and Dean are jealous that I fucked Jay. Oh wow... I guess you really did have fun that day at my place," Andrea taunted her.

"Shhh!" Nat hissed, "do you want the whole office to hear?"

Natalie pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Her tits swelled erotically in her top.

"It's fine, you're free to do what you want. Go have sex with every guy in the office for all I care."

"Well, not EVERY guy... I haven't fucked Dean yet," Andrea retorted, then leaned in close to Natalie's face.

"Maybe I will, though. Maybe I'll invite him over one day and fuck his brains out in my backyard. I mean, you've seen his cock. I've already sucked it, but I bet it would feel so good deep inside my pussy."

Andrea said the last four words softly and slowly, drawing out each word sensuously. Nat's face became redder and redder as Andrea talked, and for a moment she thought that Nat was either going to kiss her or slap her. She knew very well that Natalie was attracted to Dean, but her marriage prevented her from acting on it.

A muscle twitched in Nat's jaw for a moment, then she took another deep breath and seemed to calm herself. Andrea straightened up and winked at Natalie.

"I'll see you soon, hun," she said innocently, and turned to go.

She left the office with a self-satisfied air, feeling hornier than ever, thinking of what toy she might use when she got home.

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The frequency of Andrea's visits was higher than average that week. She made a point to stop in every day--sometimes more than once in a day--to visit Jason, mostly to make Nat and Dean jealous. However, she found that on most occasions Dean and Nat were occupied, or away from their desks. She spent time with Jay, having lunch, chatting in his office, teasing him, naturally, but felt no strong desire to become intimate with him unless she knew that Dean or Natalie were aware of it. 

On one afternoon late in the week, Andrea dropped by Dean's office, noticing that Natalie was away from her desk. She walked purposefully to Dean's office and opened the door, walking in without knocking.

She saw Dean sitting at his desk, with Nat sitting in an office chair next to him. They were looking at his computer screen intently, and both of them jumped slightly as Andrea barged in. Dean clicked the mouse and looked up.

"Oh, hi Andrea," he said, smiling casually.

Natalie did not seem so casual. She was leaning in close to Dean in order to see his computer monitor, but appeared to be sitting closer to him than was necessary. As Andrea approached she saw that their knees were touching and Dean had his hand resting on Nat's upper thigh. Nat was wearing a tight, white silky blouse unbuttoned low, as usual, her succulent cleavage on display, and a pencil skirt. Her nipples protruded obviously from the large, round orbs straining beneath the silky fabric of her top. Dean moved his hand quickly away from Nat's leg as Nat looked up at her, her face blushing brightly. Andrea thought she could see a long, cylindrical bulge in Dean's trousers.

"Hey, what are you guys up to?" Andrea asked, trying to sound nonplussed.

Nat looked away from Andrea and tucked a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. Dean played it cool.

"Cat videos. You start by watching just one, and the next thing you know 2 hours have passed," he chuckled.

Andrea smiled, but it was forced.

"Anything I can help you with?" Dean asked her, a pleasant smile still on his lips.

Andrea hopped up on the edge of Dean's large desk and crossed her legs, leaning back on her hands and sticking her chest out. She wore a tight t-shirt with a scoop neck and a push-up bra, but today her bust felt inadequate when contrasted with Natalie's impressive tits.

"I'm just coming by to say hello, have a chat, maybe grab a coffee somewhere..." she said, dangling her high heel as it perched on her toe.

Natalie looked uncomfortable and made to get up from her chair. 

"I should get back to my desk," she muttered.

Dean's hand shot out and touched Natalie's shoulder, forcing her back down into the chair.

"No, Nat. I need to work with you for a bit. Sorry, Andrea, the coffee will have to wait," he added.

Nat looked at Dean uncertainly, then slowly shifted her gaze to Andrea. If Andrea wasn't mistaken, she thought she sensed a vague gloating in Nat's eyes. Her cheeks flushed and she felt a rush of anger.

"Oh. Right. Well, that's fine. I'll just find Jay then and go somewhere with him," Andrea said coolly.

She was surprised at her own anger. All this week she felt like she'd had the upper hand, and now it was her feeling pangs of jealousy. What had happened? she wondered. She looked at Natalie again, who seemed distinctly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, it hit her. What if Dean had told Nat about watching them in Andrea's back yard? What if he was trying to get back at her for sleeping with Jay? Was he blackmailing Natalie? These scenarios seemed unlikely to Andrea, but judging by Nat's behaviour, she couldn't shake a feeling of suspicion and uneasiness.

"Sure. Knock yourself out," said Dean. His hand was still on Nat's shoulder, holding her in place.

Andrea narrowed her eyes at Dean, then frowned and turned to leave. She had to find out what was going on, she decided. She left Dean's office, closing the door behind her, and made her way to Jay's office. He was out at a meeting for the moment, but Andrea waited there until Natalie finally emerged from Dean's office. She moved quickly to intercept Nat on the way back to her desk, and pulled her into an unoccupied meeting room.

"Hey! What are you doing?" protested Nat.

Andrea eyed her sternly, but with concern. 

"What's going on with you and Dean? You were acting really weird in there."

"What? N-nothing. We were just working, that's all." 

Natalie couldn't look Andrea in the eyes.

"Nat, I know you're lying. What happened? You can tell me, I'm your friend. Please..."

Nat shifted uncomfortably and crossed her arms, looking behind Andrea into the office to make sure no one was watching. She looked back at Andrea, furrowing her brow.

"It was him. It was him watching us that day and you knew it!" she hissed.

Andrea felt the blood drain from her face. She couldn't believe that Dean had told Natalie their secret. She tried to play dumb.

"What? What do you mean? I don't know what you're--"

"--You know exactly what I'm talking about. Us. In your back yard. He was the neighbour that was watching. He filmed us, Andrea!"

"Oh god... Nat, I'm so sorry. I had no idea he would film it. Look, I knew he lived there, but I didn't know he was watching until I saw him. Please believe me... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I was having fun with you... it was exciting..." pleaded Andrea. 

She didn't know how much Dean had told her, but tried to save a little face.

Nat sighed and looked away, clearly annoyed and anxious. Andrea felt relief--Nat's silence meant that Dean hadn't told her that she had set everything up.

"He hasn't... um, shown anyone the video, has he?" asked Andrea.

"He says he hasn't. But, oh my god... if my husband finds out..." Nat trailed off. 

Andrea saw tears in her eyes.

"He won't. I'll talk to Dean, ok? I'll fix this, I promise. Leave it to me."

"It won't work. Please, just... don't do anything. I don't want you to make this worse than it already is. Dean... he promised not to show anyone, but... he asked me to come to his house on Saturday. He didn't say why, but I think I know. It's fine... we'll work something out. But I want you to stay out of this. He even told me not to talk to you about it. Promise me you won't do anything." Natalie was stern, but Andrea could hear the helplessness in her voice.

"No, Nat... please, I can do something, I'll talk to him--"

"--No. Don't. Promise me."

Andrea sighed and rubbed her brow. 

"Ok, Nat. I promise. I am so, so sorry..." 

She reached out to try to hug Natalie, but Nat broke away and stormed out of the meeting room and back to her desk. Andrea sighed again and clenched her fists. She felt terrible. But she still couldn't work out why Dean had told her. She knew he wasn't really a bad guy. Definitely not the kind of guy to blackmail a married coworker into having sex with him. Or was he? Andrea felt confused, and contrite, and frustrated. How had things got so out of control?

She debated going to talk to Dean, but fought off the urge. Nat was right: she had done enough damage. As Andrea slunk out of the building, she decided she would at least check up on Dean on Saturday. Maybe she could somehow make amends. Make things right. She knew she had to do something.

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Chewing her nail, Andrea sat anxiously at her desk in her bedroom, her eyes scanning Dean's windows. It had been a stressful end to the week, and Andrea had made herself scarce to both Natalie and Dean. She felt guilty and worried, but had decided to wait until the weekend before speaking to either of them. Now it was Saturday night, and she had been doing reconnaissance on Dean's house since early afternoon. She had seen him moving about here and there, but had lost track of him over the past hour. She had debated calling Nat, or Dean, or both, and trying to sort the situation out, but she kept telling herself not to interfere. Now, however, the stress was becoming intolerable. 

It was only a couple hours earlier when she had seen that Natalie had arrived at Dean's. She noticed some movement in his kitchen, and had seen him pouring drinks. The two of them talked for a little while in the kitchen, then she saw Dean lead Nat down the hall. That was the last she had seen of them. She assumed they had gone to sit in the lounge room at the front of Dean's house, but that's where the clues ended. For all she knew, they might have left the house entirely. The growing swell of curiosity was becoming too much to bear. 




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 08



Just as Andrea made up her mind that she was going to act, she noticed a faint light go on in the upstairs windows. It must have been the upstairs hall light. She had already turned her bedroom light off long ago, so they would not be able to see her watching. She stood and approached her window nervously as she saw Dean's bedroom light go on. His blinds were open and she had a clear view of his entire room.

Dean walked around his bed and sat on the edge, guiding Natalie by her hand and sitting her down next to him. Andrea noticed that Nat was carrying a shopping bag with her, which she set down in front of her. Dean was leaning close and talking into her ear. Nat had her head down, and Andrea couldn't make out Nat's expression, but she sat motionless with her hands in her lap as Dean spoke to her. She nodded once or twice, and even looked up out the closed balcony doors in the direction of Andrea's house a few times.

Andrea's heart was pounding in her chest and her hands shook nervously as she touched her lips. She felt the guilt swell inside her, and her powerlessness consumed her. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she couldn't just sit around and watch. She bit the tip of her finger and wrinkled her brow, then quickly spun around and dashed out of her bedroom and down the stairs.

The evening dew on the grass in Andrea's back yard felt cool on her bare feet as she crept through the gate toward Dean's house. The evening was warm, and she wore only cotton gym shorts and a snug navy tank top, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She looked up at Dean's bedroom, but her view was obscured by his balcony. The downstairs lights were still on inside, and she had a good view of his kitchen and the hallway beyond. Next to that was a dining area, in which the lights were off. Biting her lip nervously, she moved up to the back door and put her fingers around the handle. She listened for a moment and, hearing nothing, carefully, pulled the handle of the sliding patio door. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt it open. He had left it unlocked.

Closing the door behind her as quietly as she had opened it, Andrea paused again, her ears perked. She heard footsteps in the hallway above her, then a few moments of silence. Next, she heard the baritone hum of Dean's voice, barely audible, coming from upstairs. Unable to make out the words, she decided to get closer. She was thankful for the practiced grace of her movements as she tiptoed down the hall and up the stairs, pausing every now and again to make sure she had not alerted anyone to her presence. Finally reaching the upper floor, she paused again and listened. Dean's bedroom was only a few meters away. His door was open a crack, and his voice drifted through.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Natalie. What's the difference between this and what you did with Andrea last weekend? You're obviously not too concerned about showing off your sexy body," he said.

"Dean, please... that was..." Natalie's voice was faint and weak.

"That was what? Different? Perhaps, in that it was even more obvious than what I'm asking you to do. Do you want me to show you the video again? You two were being total sluts in Andrea's back yard in broad daylight!" Dean exclaimed.

There was a few moments of silence, then Dean spoke again. 

"Look, this doesn't have to be as unpleasant as you're making it out to be. I see the way you look at me in the office. And the way you dress to show off those beautiful breasts... I think you know the effect it has on me, and you like it, don't you?"

Another pause.

"So come on, sweetie. Just play along."

Andrea was as quiet as a mouse as she slowly edged her way along the wall, finally reaching Dean's bedroom door and risking a peek into the room. Dean was sitting on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, his hands linked behind his head and his feet stretched out in front of him. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and had a smug grin on his face.

Natalie stood in front of the doors to Dean's balcony, facing into the room. She wore a short green pleated skirt and a grey cotton top. It was stretched tight across her enormous bosom, but was more conservative than Andrea was used to seeing her wear, with the neck only low enough to show just the top few inches of her cleavage. She could see Nat's nipples poking out of the material as she stood nervously, her arms crossed under her huge tits.

"W-what do you want me to do?" asked Natalie, her voice so soft that Andrea could only just make out the words.

Dean reached over to his bedside table and pushed a button on a remote control. Soft music began playing through the speakers in his room.

"Move for me, hun. Sway to the music. Move those hips," instructed Dean. "Put on a little show for all the neighbours watching you through my window."

Natalie looked nervously over her shoulder into the darkness outside, then back to Dean. He nodded and gestured to her, signaling her to begin. Her eyes on Dean, she began to sway her hips from side to side in time with the music. Her arms were still defensively crossed under her tits, but soon she slid them across her tummy and down her hips. The rhythm of her hips seemed to spread slowly over her whole body, her shoulders, arms, knees, and head joining in the slow, fluid dance. Nat's hands began roaming over her body, the tops of her thighs, her stomach, the sides of her breasts, up behind her neck. Her body's sensual movement contrasted with her facial expression, which seemed nervous and embarrassed.

The feeling of guilt caused Andrea's cheeks to flush, and she frowned as she watched Natalie reluctantly dance for Dean. She wondered how far he would take things, which sent a tingle from her abdomen up her belly and over her chest. As she watched Nat squeeze her breasts through her top, Andrea felt a voyeuristic thrill. Despite her guilt, she was becoming aroused.

"Take your top off," said Dean in a low growl.

Andrea could see that he had brought his hands to his lap and was slowly rubbing a bulge in his shorts. Nat blinked at him, but did as she was asked, and pulled up the hem of her top. Still swaying to the music, Nat exposed her tummy, then her large breasts, bulging out of her white bra, then pulled the top up over her head, holding her hands in the air for a moment before dropping it on the floor. Dean hummed his approval and Nat ran her hands sensuously over her bust, seeming to take encouragement from his approval.

"Now turn around and face the window. Bend over and pull your skirt up for me. I want you to strip your panties off for me, slowly," he continued.

Natalie didn't even hesitate this time, stepping in a tiny circle and turning around. She bent at the waist, looking over her shoulder, and flipped up the pleated skirt. She was wearing plain white cotton panties, bunched a little between her buttocks. Her full ass swayed as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and began peeling the panties down over her round rump.

"Mmmm, yeah baby, that's nice..." moaned Dean.

He unfastened his shorts and unzipped the fly, fishing out his cock. It was large and swayed heavily, even though it was only semi-erect. Nat paused, her panties halfway down her ass, and her eyes widened.

"You like my cock, don't you Nat?" Dean said, wiggling his dick back and forth.

Nat didn't reply, but slowly nodded. Dean began stroking it methodically and Natalie continued her strip tease, finally pulling her panties out of her ass and down her thighs. Andrea could see her tight asshole and plump pussy lips between her legs. Unable to stop herself, she slid her hand down her thigh, her fingertips ticking the inside just below her shorts.

Natalie let her panties fall to the floor and wiggled her ass for Dean, still watching him stroke his growing dick. Nat began squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks for a minute as Dean watched her intently.

"Good girl... now show them," he said, pointing outside.

Natalie stood straight again and turned around, performing the same waist-bend she had before, but this time with her ass facing out into the night. She lifted her skirt again, then ran her hands up to her breasts, cupping them in her bra and pushing them together.

"Imagine all those neighbours watching your sexy ass sway in my window, Nat. I bet it's getting you hot."

Dean grinned as he stroked himself, and Nat watched him avidly.

"Now, get those beautiful breasts out for me," he continued.

Straightening up, Natalie reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her tits bulged crazily from her bra cups for a moment, then relaxed as the clasp came loose. She timidly lifted her hands to her shoulders, pushing the straps off, then slowly revealing her boobs to Dean, letting her bra dangle from her fingertips before dropping it to the floor. Her tits were as magnificent as when Andrea first saw them. Large, and round, and firm, with pale pink areolas and rock hard, pea-size nipples.

"Oh my god... Nat, you truly have the best tits I've ever seen," moaned Dean as he admired her.

Andrea saw Dean squirm and his fist tighten around his thick girth as he beheld Natalie's bare breasts. Her heart was thudding in her ears, and she felt a wave of pleasure spread from her pussy through her body. She looked down to see that, without her awareness, she had begun to rub her slit through her shorts with her middle finger. She bit her lip so she wouldn't moan.

"Bounce those titties for me, baby," commanded Dean.

Natalie put her hands behind her back, pushing her chest out. She started taking small jumps, causing her boobs to jiggle and bounce on her chest. All eyes (including Nat's) feasted on the glorious spectacle, hypnotised by the dancing flesh. Nat swayed her torso from side to side, swinging her tits, then bouncing them together with her hands, then squeezing them to create the sexy cleavage she loved to show off. She pinched her nipples and tugged on them.

Andrea noticed Nat's chest and cheeks becoming red as she jumped again, her short skirt moving up to give little peeks of her bare pussy lips. Nat danced, swayed, wiggled, and writhed, getting more and more into her performance. Dean's hand stroked himself faster.

"Turn around, Nat. Take your skirt off and dance in the window for everyone to see."

Wordlessly, Nat obeyed, pressing her breasts against the glass doors and sticking her ass out. She unzipped her skirt and pulled it over her hips and ass, letting it tumble to the floor. She squeezed her breasts for her invisible audience as she wiggled her ass for Dean. Andrea could feel her own wetness on her finger, having soaked through her panties and cotton shorts. Her face burned and her ass tingled.

Nat turned back around and danced for Dean, lost in her performance, touching her body and watching Dean through heavy-lidded eyes. She stepped closer to him, then closer still, until she was next to the bed, almost within arm's reach of him.

"What do you want me to do now, Dean?" she asked innocently as she pinched her nipples and batter her eyelashes.

"I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock," he said in a soft, low voice.

These words snapped Andrea from her voyeuristic revery. Her guilt came flooding back as she realised this was her fault. Dean was going to make Nat cheat on her husband because of her. Nat was looking down at Dean's massive, rock hard cock. Time stood still. For a moment, Andrea wondered if what she felt was really guilt, or jealousy.

Suddenly, Andrea burst into the room and shouted, "No!"

Both Nat and Dean's heads snapped in her direction, their mouths open in shock. Nat cried out and covered herself with her hands. Dean, on the other hand, made no attempt to cover his manhood.

"Nat, don't do it! This is my fault... Dean, don't make her do this," pleaded Andrea, standing in the middle of the room, panting.

Dean looked at Nat and said, "You told her."

Then he looked back at Andrea. 

"How nice of you to join us, neighbour. The more the merrier."

There was an awkward pause. Finally, Natalie spoke.

"I told you not to interfere!" she barked.

"I'm sorry honey, but I can't just sit by. I felt terrible, and had to come over to see what was happening, and when I saw you..." Andrea trailed off.

"How noble," Dean laughed.

"She's married, Dean. Don't make her do this. It could ruin her marriage," Andrea said to him pleadingly.

Dean rubbed his chin, his cock still sticking out of his unbuttoned shorts.

"Ok. I'll let her be. But only if you take her place," he finished, pointing at Andrea.

"What? That's not... I didn't mean..." she stammered.

Natalie remained quiet, her breasts bulging under her arm.

"You seem to be good enough friends with Natalie to rescue her from my dirty clutches, I'm curious to see how far you'll go for your lady lover. You fuck me, or I tell Nat's husband everything," Dean said confidently, looking challengingly into Andrea's eyes.

"Yes, ok. I'll do anything you want," Andrea agreed, more quickly and eagerly than she'd intended.

Her pussy was suddenly on fire, and her eyes wandered to Dean's cock.

"Well, I guess you've been watching us for a while, so you know what to do. Strip in the window. But do it quickly, my cock's hard and needs to be sucked soon."

Natalie started to move away from Dean, but he grabbed her wrist.

"Ah-ah-aaaah, you're staying right here next to me. Get on the bed and watch your friend be a slut for us," he said.

Nat climbed up on the bed next to him, her legs half curled under her, leaning on one hand, the other still covering her breasts. Andrea immediately took her place in his window and began dancing erotically. She rubbed her pussy again and pinched her nipple through her shirt. She reached down and pulled off her tank top in one swift motion as Dean's hand wrapped around his shaft and began pumping it again. She stuck her perfect ass in the window and stripped her shorts down her lean legs, stepping out of them gingerly. She did the same with her light blue thong, this time facing her ass toward Dean and Nat on the bed. She was about to drop her panties to the floor when Dean spoke up.

"No, wait. Give them to me."

She obeyed, handing the lacy panties to Dean. He felt them and sniffed them deeply, smiling. 

"They're soaked. You dirty girl. You were getting off watching Natalie strip for me."

He held them out to her. 

"Put them in your mouth."

Andrea gasped, and was about to say something, but the look in Dean's eye told her that she shouldn't protest. She took her panties, balled them gingerly in her hand, and pushed the wet fabric into her open mouth. She smelled and tasted the strong aroma of her womanly musk. She closed her eyes and shivered involuntarily.

"Now touch yourself. Pleasure yourself for us," was Dean's next command.

She put her leg up on the bed, her foot between Dean's thighs. She looked down her thin, fit body, running her hands over her perky tits, her flat stomach, her bare mound. When she touched her slit, she twitched and moaned. Her finger came away wet. She spread her pussy lips for him, exposing herself. She was soaked, her clit erect. She touched it with her other hand and emitted a muffled cry through her panties.

"You're such a naughty slut, Andrea. You're so horny for us. Look how wet she is, Nat. Finger your pussy."

Andrea immediately slipped her middle finger into her wet cunt and moaned loudly. She looked at Nat, who instead of covering her breasts, was now pinching her nipple. Her other hand was sandwiched between her thighs. Nat's eyes, like Andrea's, were filled with lust. Nat looked from Dean's turgid cock, to Andrea's wet pussy, her eyes wide, hungrily soaking in the images. The hand pinching her nipple dropped, and crept across her lap to Dean's thigh.

Dean leaned forward and pulled his t-shirt off swiftly, lifting his arms above his head. As he did this, Nat's hand darted to his cock, her fingers wrapping around his girth. Dean chuckled as he tossed his shirt aside.

"Oh my god that's a big cock," mused Natalie as she stroked her hand along its length. "Is it ok if I stroke it?"

Andrea spat her panties from her mouth and said, "No Nat! Your husband..."

"It's not like I'm fucking her. I think it's ok if she has a little fun with it. I bet it's bigger than Mike's, isn't it Nat?" Dean said.

"Yeah... much bigger," sighed Nat, cupping her warm palm over his fat dick head.

"And I didn't tell you you could take those panties out of your mouth, young lady. But I suppose it's time you put something else in there," growled Dean.

Andrea did not need to be told what to do. She crawled on the bed and knelt between Dean's legs, taking hold of the sides of his shorts and yanking them down roughly. Dean kicked them off with Andrea's help, then settled back on the pillows against his headboard. Andrea suck her ass in the air and lowered her head to his lap. Her mouth watered as Natalie guided Dean's stiff cock to her lips.

Andrea slid her lips over Dean's cock head and began sucking it hard, her cheeks pulling inward. Nat continued to stroke his cock slowly and firmly. Andrea began bobbing her head in time with Nat's stroking, and Dean moaned as his hips moved with the rhythm. Andrea watched Dean and Nat as she sucked his knob, aroused by their expressions as they spectated her blowjob.

"Does his cock taste good, Andrea?" asked Natalie.

Dean now had his arm around her shoulders, and she had moved closer to him, pressing her tits against his side. Andrea didn't take her mouth off Dean's cock, but moaned an affirmative response. She moved her hand back to her sopping pussy and resumed finger fucking herself as she sucked him off, taking more of his length into her eager mouth. Dean moaned too, and held Andrea's ponytail as he forced his cock deeper down her throat. She accepted him as best she could, gagging a little, but keeping her composure. She was taking him so deep that Natalie had moved her hand away from his shaft, and now stroked his abs and chest. She rested her head on his shoulder as Andrea deep-throated him.

"Oh wow...she's taking you so deep. Does it feel good?" Natalie asked Dean as she stroked his chest.

"Fuck yeah, Nat. Andrea's a good little cocksucker," he moaned as he pushed his hips up and thrust his cock into Andrea's drooling mouth.

"Can I help a bit?" said Nat.

"Of course, honey," he replied.

Nat put hear hand around Andrea's ponytail and tugged it back, then pushed her head down forcefully on Dean's cock. She repeated this motion several times as wet slurping sounds came from Andrea's mouth. Andrea felt her give a strong push and she gobbled Dean's cock to the base, but this time Nat held her there as she fought off her gag reflex. Her eyes watered and her throat convulsed around Dean's thick shaft. She began to run out of air, and her nails gripped Dean's thigh, when finally Nat yanked her hair back. Dean's cock slipped out with strings of spit still attached to Andrea's lips. She wiped her mouth and smiled up at the pair on the bed.

"Mmmmmm... very good, Andrea," commented Dean.

Natalie giggled and stroked Andrea's cheek. Andrea's fingers, still penetrating her cunt, were nearly dripping with her juices, and her clit throbbed. Sucking Dean's cock had made her even more aroused.

"Alright Andrea. You know I've been waiting for this for a long time now. I want you to fuck me. I want you to put my dick deep in that tight pussy and ride me. Nat, hold my dick up so she can sit on it."

Nat eagerly gripped his shaft again and stroked Andrea's abundant spit along its length. Andrea crawled up Dean's body, kissing his stomach and chest, then his lips, their tongues intertwining. After kissing Dean, Andrea turned her head to the side and began kissing Natalie. As she sucked Nat's tongue, she could feel Nat pushing Dean's dick head against her stomach. She moaned into Nat's mouth, then broke away and sat up, now straddling Dean's legs, watching Natalie stroke his stiff cock.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 08



"Natalie, suck on Andrea's fingers. They're coated in her pussy juice," ordered Dean.

Andrea held out her glistening middle and ring fingers to Natalie, who eagerly put them into her mouth. Andrea moaned again as Nat sucked her juices, shifting her hips forward until she pressed her wet pussy against the base of Dean's shaft. She slid her pussy lips up and down the underside of Dean's cock as Natalie massaged his dick head. Dean moaned.

"Fuck it, Andrea. Fuck my cock now," he groaned.

She slipped her fingers from Nat's mouth and trailed them over her tits, squeezing the bulging orbs before bringing herself to a squatting position over Dean's hard member. Her pussy lips parted as she spread her knees wide and rested her hands on Dean's thighs, preparing to descend. She sighed as she felt the tip of his cock bump her clit, and she watched Nat adjust the position of Dean's cock, holding it firmly at the base. His cock head slipped against her wet hole, and she felt her labia tingle with anticipation.

She lowered herself slowly onto Dean's massive erection, feeling resistance at first, and wincing as the pressure built. She cried out loudly when his dick head finally popped into her cunt. She sat down slowly as she felt his hips rise. She winced as his enormous cock stretched her pussy, sliding deeper inside her.

"Ooooooh fuck.... oh god, that's a big dick," she whimpered as she watched it inch its way into her soaked fuck hole.

"It's bigger than Jay's isn't it?" chuckled Dean.

She looked up at him, and saw his face straining a bit too.

"God yes, it's much bigger than Jay's cock. Mmmmm, yeah..." she moaned, pausing to let her pussy adjust to his size.

"Fuck Andrea, Jay's right... you have the tightest pussy," grunted Dean, as he clenched his teeth.

Andrea smiled, pleased with herself. Nat squeezed Dean's shaft again and Andrea felt it swell inside her, causing her to emit a high-pitched sigh. She began to fuck his cock, just the top few inches at first, the bed bouncing with her rhythm. Natalie watched with wide eyes as Andrea took Dean's dick, stroking his shaft a few times, then shifted her position so she was more on her back. She released Dean's cock and stroked her hand up her thigh, spreading her legs apart. She exposed herself to Andrea and began stroking her bare, puffy cunt lips. Andrea noticed that she was also soaked, her juices glistening on her thighs.

"Oh wow..." moaned Natalie, "that looks so hot."

Dean pushed his cock up further into Andrea's pussy and she squealed. Her fingernails dug into his thighs as she took him deeper, and her tits jiggled erotically.

"Mmmmmm yeah, her tight little pussy feels so good on my cock. Look at her take it... I think she's been craving this moment as much as I have."

Dean watched her ride his dick for a few minutes, then turned to kiss Natalie, who was fingering her pussy enthusiastically. He kissed her mouth and down her neck, and she responded by pushing her huge breasts out toward him eagerly. He began feasting on her tits, kissing, licking, and sucking them with aplomb, nibbling her nipples and swirling his tongue around her areolas. She moaned softly at first, then louder as wet sounds emanated from her pussy as she masturbated.

Andrea watched Dean reach across and stroke Natalie's inner thigh. She emitted a high pitched sigh and suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand against her cunt. He pushed two fingers inside her and began sliding them in and out.

"Put another one in," she moaned, her hand now in Dean's hair, encouraging him to suck her titties.

Dean pushed another finger inside her, and thrust them into her vigorously as she twitched and moaned. Andrea felt a rush of excitement watching Natalie get off, and rode Dean harder and faster, matching the volume and intensity of Natalie's cries of pleasure.

"Ooooooooh yes, Dean! Fuck it hard! Fuck my tight little pussy!" she begged, listening to the slap-slap-slap of his hips against her ass as he drove his cock up hard into her. 

Her tits jiggled violently as he pounded her, and she squealed in ecstasy, feeling him fill her pussy completely with his manhood.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck, I'm cumming!" she screamed, unable to hold back the wave of pleasure that overcame her.

"Yeah, cum all over his cock!" cried Natalie.

Dean raised his head from her bosom and watched Andrea's body stiffen, then shake. She felt her pussy convulse, squeezing his cock powerfully as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled as she came on his dick, her cum dripping down his shaft and soaking his balls.

"Oh my god, I'm going to cum soon," moaned Natalie as she watched Andrea's orgasm overcome her.

"Wait, not yet. Andrea, lie down on the bed," Dean said, holding her hips and lifting him off his dick.

Her legs shook, and she was thankful that Dean controlled her, as she felt she had no control over herself. She fell back onto the bed, her body alternatively numb and tingly. She panted heavily. Dean then guided Natalie to her knees, straddling Andrea's exhausted body. Finally, Dean knelt next to Andrea. She lifted her hand absently to fondle his balls.

"We're going to cum all over her, Nat. You think you can squirt like you did last time?" he said.

"I... I'll try," breathed Natalie, looking down at Andrea's sexy body.

Natalie began to finger her pussy aggressively as Dean pumped his cock over Andrea. She watched in dazed fascination and pleasure as they moaned and groaned.

"Yes... cum all over me. I want it," she muttered, touching her sensitive breasts.

Natalie was the first to announce her impending orgasm.

"Aaah... aaah.... ah.... cumming..." she screamed as she pushed her hips up and out, her palm slapping against her clit. 

Her massive tits jiggled and bounced on her chest like they had a life of their own.

"Ooooh yeah... me too, baby..." groaned Dean, his hand a blur on his thick shaft.

Natalie erupted first, spraying her clear squirt up Andrea's prone body, covering her from her stomach to her hair. Andrea tossed her head back and forth as gush after gush sprayed her body with warm cum. In the next instant, she felt Dean's balls tighten in her palm, and he cried out as he unleashed a thick rope of hot, white cum across her face and into her open mouth. He shot another strong ejaculation onto her face, then aimed lower for his next few spurts, blasting his load across her tits as she arched her back to accept the cum bath. She relished the feeling of their warm cum dripping over her stomach, her breasts, her lips, her face. She licked her lips, tasting Dean's thick salty jizz, and Natalie's watery, musky squirt juice.

Her hand slid to Dean's shaft and she pulled it to her mouth, cleaning him as he panted, leaning over her cum-soaked body. Natalie was rubbing her hands through the mess, spreading it over Andrea's stomach and breasts, occasionally dipping her sticky fingers into Andrea's stretched pussy, her chest rosy and heaving.

"That was fucking incredible," Dean moaned as Andrea sucked the last of his cum from the tip of his dick.

"Wow...." was all Natalie could say as she caressed her breasts and looked between Andrea and Dean.

Andrea blinked cum from her eyes and smiled at the pair.

"So... promise you won't tell," she said innocently, and giggled.

Dean laughed, and to Andrea's amazement, so did Natalie.

"What? What's so funny?" she asked, incredulous.

"We might as well tell her," giggled Natalie, falling back against the pillows and sucking cum from her fingers.

Dean grinned. 

"Sure, why not? Andrea, we set this up. That day in the office. I told Nat to tell you that I was going to blackmail her. I knew you'd try to spy on us."

Andrea blinked. 

"What? You mean, Natalie agreed to this?"

Natalie spoke, "Yeah. I mean, I didn't think it would go this far, but it seemed like a good way to get back at you for rubbing it in our faces that you'd fucked Jay. I was just going to do a little strip tease for Dean. He was so right when he said you'd try to stop anything from happening."

"And I pretended I was going to tell Nat's husband about everything so that you would agree to let me fuck you," chuckled Dean. "Nat was just going to watch, at first, but I'm glad she chose to participate," he added.

Natalie beamed at him and bit the tip of her finger. Andrea was stunned, but a part of her appreciated their cunning and guile. Dean had played the game, and won. She smiled.

"Congratulations you two," she said. "Well played."

"Now I think it's time for you to head back home, little miss voyeur," said Dean, gesturing out the window toward Andrea's house.

"What... you mean... really?" she said, surprised that he'd ask her to leave after she had fucked him.

"Yes. We've had our fun with you. We might like a little privacy now."

Andrea looked at Natalie, but she made no protest. Nat had a smug grin on her face as she gently tugged her hard nipples. Aghast, Andrea slowly got to her feet, and reached down to pick up her clothes.

"No no. You're going back just the way you are. Naked and covered in cum," said Dean, getting up off the bed and standing near her, his softening cock swaying.

"Wait," said Nat.

While Andrea and Dean talked, Natalie had retrieved her phone from her handbag and was taking a full-length photo of Andrea as she stood in Dean's room, dripping with warm cum. Andrea opened her mouth to protest, but Dean patted her bottom, ushering her out of the room.

"I'll see you soon, sweetie," he said finally, and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Andrea stood stunned for a moment, but decided there was nothing she could do, so she made her way downstairs. As she opened the back patio door, she felt a thrill of excitement at the thought of her neighbours seeing her walk across the lawn, naked and sticky with cum after fucking Dean. She walked casually, making no effort to hide. When she reached her house she turned around to see Dean and Nat in his bedroom window. They waved to her, then a moment later the lights went out. Andrea was disappointed that she couldn't watch what might happen next.

She went to the shower and got cleaned up, then lay on her bed, naked. She masturbated to the memory of Dean's huge cock stretching her pussy, and felt sleep quickly falling on her after a satisfying orgasm.

In her mind she knew that after tonight, nothing would be the same.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 09



Winning a Client

It was a sweet, familiar voice that Dean heard drifting through the open office door early on a Tuesday afternoon, drawing his attention away from the stack of files on his desk. Simply hearing it was enough to get his heart thudding in his chest, and a tingling sensation spreading its way through his groin. 

He lifted his head and listened more intently as the cheerful, female speaker uttered a girly giggle. It was unmistakably Andrea, being greeted by a male employee-Jason, by the sound of it.

"Thanks Jay, but I'm here to see Dean," she said to him.

"Oh... sure, that's cool," replied Jason, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "I think he's in his office."

Andrea knocked politely and poked her head in. 

"Busy?"

Her blonde hair was down; long, golden waves partially obscuring her soft, pretty oval face.

"Never too busy for you," said Dean, smoothing his tie and standing up, gesturing to the empty chair in front of his desk.

Flashing her half-cute, half-cheeky smile, Andrea stepped inside, closed the door, and approached Dean's desk. She looked especially beautiful today: a blue dress, loose and flowing on the top, the neckline hanging very low in folded layers of silky fabric, and fitted from the waist down-which was not extend very far at all. It hugged her hips and thighs tightly, showing off her womanly figure and smooth, lean legs. Her feet were clad in blue high heels which matched her dress. Dean imagined what her perfect ass must look like in such a thin, snug, short dress and smiled to himself, wondering what panties she was wearing today; if indeed she was wearing any at all. 

Andrea beamed at him, and leaned forward as she sat in the offered chair, giving Dean a glorious glimpse down her top. The front of the dress hung so low that even without her bending over he could see the subtle curves of the insides of her small, but firm and perky tits. Her movement as she sat, however, allowed him to catch an eyeful of her bare breasts for a moment, and she smiled to herself in turn at Dean's attention.

Dean sat back down as Andrea settled back, and cleared his throat, already feeling his balls tighten.

"You look fabulous, my dear. What's the occasion?" he asked.

Her smile widened proudly, and she pushed out her chest, making the subtle nubs of her hard nipples poke through the silky fabric as she tossed her hair over her shoulder.

"You like it?" she asked him rhetorically. "I was just having lunch with a friend. We went to that new place on William St, so I thought I'd dress up a little."

"I'm sure you turned more than a few heads," Dean commented.

Andrea shrugged and giggled, saying, "As long as I'm turning yours, I'm happy."

Dean leaned back in his chair and folded his hands in front of him.

"So, Andrea, to what do I owe the honour of this visit?"

"Oh, no reason. I was nearby so I thought I'd stop in to say hello," she said, pausing as she quickly glanced over her shoulder at the closed door. 

"Maybe help you to relieve some stress," she continued, winking at him.

Although they had seen each other several times since the events at his house a few days prior, when Dean had finally fucked Andrea, neither of them had talked about it. They had gone about their neighbourly ways as if nothing was amiss. This was the first time Andrea had hinted that there may be the chance for a repeat of that night's events.

Dean felt his groin stir at the suggestion, but he looked at his watch and frowned.

"Some stress relief sounds perfect right about now, but unfortunately I have a meeting with a potential client in a few minutes. Maybe you can stick around until we're finished? Talk to Natalie for a bit?"

Her cheeks blushed at the mention of Natalie's name, likely recalling how Nat's squirting orgasm had sprayed her naked body with her cum, just as Dean had simultaneously ejaculated his seed all over her.

At that moment, there was a knock on Dean's door. 

"Come in!" Dean called out.

Natalie entered.

"Oh! Hi Andrea. I didn't see you come in," Nat said, her cheeks flushing deep red, matching Andrea's. 

"Hi hun! You weren't at your desk, so I just came straight in."

Nat fidgeted with a pen in her hand for a few seconds, biting her lower lip bashfully, then recovered herself.

"Um, Dean, Mr. Callahan is here for your 2 o'clock. Shall I send him in?"

"Yes, thanks Nat. I'll catch up with you after the meeting, if you'd like to wait," I said to Andrea.

"Sure!" she responded, then stood up quickly and turned, giving me a glorious view of her perfect behind, swaying her hips purposefully as she joined Natalie and left Dean's office.

Dean squirmed in his chair for a moment, trying to shake the image out of his head so he could focus on the meeting. He stood and stacked some files, then put them on the small boardroom table at the right side of the office. Seconds later, a short, middle-aged man entered, dressed in a slightly loose-fitting brown suit. 

"Mr. Callahan, please come in," Dean greeted him with a firm handshake.

He smiled tersely at Dean as they shook hands, then, without being offered, took a seat at the table, placing a few documents in front of him. 'I guess it's all business with this guy', Dean thought, already dreading how the meeting was going to go. This client was worth quite a lot to the company, should they agree to a contract, but Dean's expectations were tempered by John Callahan's history as a stiff, shrewd businessman. It would not be an easy sell.

The meeting started off poorly and progressively got worse. Dean's ideas, offers, and pitches fell flat at every turn, and he could feel his blood rise. 'Why even set up this meeting if he's not willing to listen to anything', he wondered, feeling exasperated.

"Mr. Callahan, I've worked with your colleagues in the past, and we've always had a good relationship, and excellent outcomes. I know our firm has assets that would be very valuable to you."

John smirked bitterly.

"Yes, indeed. A couple of those assets greeted me and showed me to your office when I arrived," he grunted.

Dean was a bit taken aback by his sleazy admission, but tried not to let it show. Nevertheless, John had given him a peek at the cards in his hand, and he was more than prepared to take advantage. Dean gave him a knowing smile, and nodded.

"My staff are very loyal and attentive to our clients' needs. It's something we pride ourselves on," he said calmly, letting the words sink in.

John's face softened ever so slightly. Dean knew he needed to set the hook quickly, before the opportunity was lost.

"I'm sorry Mr. Callahan, where are my manners? Would you like some water? Coffee? Tea?"

He furrowed his brow and frowned, then said, "Uh... water's fine."

Dean leaned forward and pushed a button on the polycom on the table, saying, "Natalie?"

"Yes, sir?" her singsong voice replied through the intercom.

"I was wondering if you could please send Andrea in with a pitcher of water and some glasses for Mr. Callahan and me."

There was a long pause. Nat was likely wondering why Dean hadn't asked her to do it, and why Andrea-who didn't even work there-was. 

"Of course, sir. She'll be right in," Nat finally replied, evidently choosing not to question Dean's motives.

"Lovely. Thank you."

There was an awkward silence as the men waited for Andrea to enter, but Dean didn't want to risk saying the wrong thing and spoiling his plan. This had to be played carefully. John shuffled papers on the desk, and Dean pretended to take a few notes. Finally, there was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in, Andrea," Dean said.

Andrea came into the office with jug of water and two glasses on a tray. She shut the door behind her, and placed the tray on the table between the men. Dean immediately noticed Mr. Callahan's eyes roaming up and down Andrea's slim, fit body. She poured John's glass first, then slid it to him, giving him more than ample time to look down her loose top. Dean thought John's eyes were going to pop right out of his head, and cleared his throat, stifling a laugh.

She poured Dean's glass next, turning her ass to face John, and gave Dean the same view John had just enjoyed. Dean could clearly see down her top, and her tits looked incredible, capped with small, hard pink nipples. She smiled at Dean and winked, her blue eyes sparking. She straightened up and folded her hands behind her back, pushing her tits out.

"Andrea's one of our new employees. She's fitting in nicely here. She has a number of valuable skills, and is showing great promise. We're very lucky to have her on board," Dean said, grinning at Andrea, then looking at John.

John's mouth was open as he abjectly ogled Andrea's body. He blinked a few times, then managed a lascivious smile.

"Oh? And what kind of skills do you have, Andrea?" he asked her.

"Well, I'm good at following orders, I have great attention to detail, I'm hard-working, and I'm an excellent communicator. I guess you could say I'm orally gifted," she replied without missing a beat.

John's face reddened and Dean had to bite his tongue so he wouldn't outwardly chuckle.

"And I'm never satisfied until a job is done," she added, smiling down at John.

"She's definitely a team-player," said Dean, then to Andrea, "Sweetie, can you please get me the company annual report from my desk?" 

"Of course, sir," she agreed, turning and walking behind Dean to his desk.

Dean knew without even looking that she understood what he was asking of her. John's expression told him that Andrea had gone to Dean's desk, and had bent at the waist, searching for the document, giving John a glorious view of her ass. Dean glanced over his shoulder, and saw that Andrea's dress had crept so high that the bottom of her perfect ass cheeks were showing, along with a sliver of black panty material between her legs.

John shifted in his chair, his eyes practically burning holes in Andrea's sweet buttocks. Dean noticed that a bulge had formed in Mr. Callahan's pants. Dean had to use all his effort not to laugh at the mental struggle going on in John's mind.

Andrea returned and stood next to Dean, handing him the requested report, then folding her hands behind her again as Dean opened and perused the contents. 

"I think you'll find that our company offers certain... peripheral benefits to our clients. And I'm not referring only to discounted loyalty rates, or preferential pricing."

Andrea actually giggled, and slid her hand along Dean's shoulders, looking suggestively at Mr. Callahan. He looked at Andrea, then back at Dean, then cleared his throat and loosened his tie.

"Oh? I'm, erm... I'm keen to know more," he finally managed to mutter.

"Well, the details are not exactly in our corporate documentation, if you understand me. These types of benefits require some degree of discretion. We only offer it to our most preferred clients," Dean continued, raising his eyes from the documents in his hand to look at John.

John's face had reddened further, and he cleared his throat again. Dean paused again, his timing perfect. This fish would be easier to land than he thought.

"Perhaps an example is needed," Dean said, closing the report he was holding and tossing it dismissively onto the table.

He reached his hand behind Andrea's ass and squeezed it gently, looking up at her. 

"Andrea, give Mr. Callahan a sample of what benefits we have on offer if he's wise enough to reach an agreement with us."

Dean felt her body tense ever so slightly as she was put on the spot in front of this middle-aged stranger in the chair before her. John looked at her hungrily, expectantly. Her hesitation lasted only a second, and the next thing he knew, Andrea had reached up to pull the neck of her dress down, completely exposing her firm, perky tits to John.

John's eyes widened in astonishment as he ogled her tits. Andrea giggled and pushed them up from underneath a little with her knuckles, turning her body from side to side so John could get a good, long look at them. He was speechless.

"What do you think, Mr. Callahan?" she asked cheerfully.

"I um... I think... they've very nice, Andrea," he stammered, reddening again and shifting in his chair, his hands covering his groin.

Dean narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin.

"You don't sound convinced, Mr. Callahan. Look, I'll be frank. We want your business, and I think my colleague here can convince you that you'd be making the right decision to work with us. Andrea, please demonstrate those oral skills you were talking about before for Mr. Callahan. I think once he sees how competent our staff are, he might be better positioned to make an informed decision."

Dean patted her ass and she took a few steps forward. She extended her hands and without speaking, as if under a trance, John took them, and stood up from his chair. Andrea instantly squatted in front of him and began undoing his belt. Dean leaned back in his chair and watched quietly, letting Andrea take charge of the situation in the best way she knew how.

John's pants fell to the floor and Andrea rubbed the bulge in John's briefs eagerly.

"Oh, you're already hard, Mr. Callahan. I guess you like me," she giggled, kissing his cock through his briefs.

He reached down to stroke her hair as he leaned back against the table.

"I do like you very much, Andrea. I think your boss might be right about you being able to persuade me into a business deal. Let's not waste any time. Get my cock out and suck it," he said.

Andrea hooked her fingers under John's waistband and pulled his briefs down to his knees, his cock springing out and bobbing in front of Andrea's face. She immediately wrapped her fingers around it and began stroking him rapidly. After a few quick strokes, she opened her mouth and slid her lips over his dick head, sucking her cheeks in and looking up at him.

"Ooohhhhh yes," he moaned, his hand pushing her head onto his cock.

John's cock was forced deep into her mouth, and she released his shaft, putting her hands on his thighs. She began to bob her head on him, slurping and sucking his dick as his hips moved with her rhythm, fucking her mouth.

"Fuck Andrea, you're so good... aaahhh... suck that dick like a good little office slut," he groaned.

Andrea moved her hands and pulled her dress from her shoulders, pulling it down to her waist, exposing her whole top half, then pulled back, a strand of spit trailing from John's cock to her lips.

"Are my oral skills up to scratch, Mr. Callahan?" she asked.

"You are very talented, my dear. Very talented," he said in praise, breathing hard.

She smiled up at him, then took his cock back in her mouth and bobbed her head aggressively, now cupping and playing with his balls as she sucked him off. He groaned loudly and pumped his cock into her mouth.

"Aaah fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he moaned.

Andrea kept sucking relentlessly, coaxing John's orgasm from him. John tensed, and Dean saw Andrea's eyes widen as John blasted his load deep into her mouth. Dean watched Andrea swallow several times as John filled her mouth with his semen, his face redder than ever. He was beginning to be concerned that John might have a heart attack.

He finally relaxed, and as Andrea pulled his softening cock from between her lips, a large drop of cum escaped and dripped down her chin. She quickly lifted her fingers up to her chin and scooped the errant sticky gob, popping it back into her mouth and swallowing, smacking her lips loudly. She diligently helped him put his briefs and pants back on, licking her lips and giving him the occasional grin or wink.

"Thank you, Mr. Callahan!" she said, then stood, kissing him on the cheek.

John caught his breath, then wiped his forehead, recovering himself as he adjusted his tie, and picked up his briefcase.

"Well, I'm sure we can come to an agreeable arrangement, Dean. I have the utmost faith in your staff and look forward to working with your team again in the near future," Mr. Callahan said, in a noticeably better mood now that he had had his dick sucked by a young, attractive woman.

"I knew we could work something out, Mr. Callahan. Please send the contractual documents through to Natalie and we'll get started on what I think will be a prosperous relationship."

Dean shook his hand and Andrea saw him out of the office, still topless, as she had not bothered to pull her dress back up, and shut the door behind him. She turned to face dean, her cheeks red, her nipples hard, and her eyes sparkling.

"Oh my god! I can't believe you made me suck that guy's cock in your office!" Her tone sounded incredulous, but she wasn't angry.

"Made you? It didn't take much convincing, if you asked me," chuckled Dean, standing up and stacking some papers on the table.

When he turned around, Andrea was already on her knees at his feet. Her hands found his belt and began to undo it.

"Did I do a good job, boss?" she asked innocently, unzipping his fly.

"You did an excellent job, hun. I think you just won us a huge account."

She pulled his pants and his boxers down in one smooth motion, and his dick swung heavily in her face. She grasped the long, thick, semi-hard shaft and began stroking it, licking her lips in anticipation.

"Thank you, sir. Did you see how fast I made him cum?"

"I can't say I'm surprised. You are a very talented cock sucker. Why don't you give your boss some of that sweet mouth of yours?"

Without a word, Andrea spit on Dean's cock and stroked the saliva along his hardening column. She looked up at him and slid her soft lips over his dick head, sucking his tip and pumping his shaft firmly. She started to take more of him into her hot mouth, as he felt himself reach rock hardness. He loved how pretty and naughty she looked with his cock between her lips, bobbing her head expertly as she took another few inches into her mouth. His cock head began to bump the back of her throat, and her eyes teared up, but she continued valiantly, gagging on his massive cock.

A knock at the door broke the spell they were under, and Dean looked up quickly. Andrea froze, his cock halfway down her throat.

"Who is it?" Dean asked.

The door opened and Nat's voice drifted into the room.

"I don't know what you said to Mr. Callahan, but- Oh!" she said, entering the room and seeing Dean and Andrea. 

She blinked, then stepped into the office and shut the door. 

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Nat, oh thank god. Come on in, sweetie. Andrea's just sucking my cock," Dean said casually.

Nat paused for a moment, then approached the two of them, standing next to Dean with her hands on her hips. She was wearing a short pleated grey skirt, with a very tight, low neck green top, her breasts bulging out and creating succulent cleavage-likely the same 'assets' John had mentioned in their meeting. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail. She looked at Dean, then down at Andrea, who had resumed trying to stuff Dean's manhood down her throat.

"Wow..." Nat sighed, biting her lower lip.

"She's good, isn't she?" Dean chuckled.

"I'm guessing I could probably ask Mr. Callahan the same thing. He came out of that meeting looking like he'd won the lottery. What did you do?" Nat asked.

"I had Andrea give him a sample of the benefits of working with our company."

Andrea slurped her spit off Dean's cock as she slipped it from her mouth, gasping for breath.

"In other words: I sucked his dick and swallowed all his cum," she admitted proudly to Nat.

"She just did this company a great service," confirmed Dean, stroking Andrea's hair affectionately.

"God, you slut!" exclaimed Nat, shaking her head, but with a look of mixed admiration and excitement on her face.

Dean could see that Natalie's nipples were now poking obviously through her top. Andrea beamed at Nat, then slid her mouth down Dean's shaft , slurping the underside of his dick until she reached his balls, sucking one between her lips as she stroked his length. After tonguing his balls, she opened her mouth again and, looking at Natalie now, slid her mouth down on Dean's cock. Nat reached down and put her hand on the back of Andrea's head, helping her gobble more of Dean's cock until her nose nearly touched his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Andrea gagged and her eyes watered, but Nat held her there for a few seconds, smiling a mischievous grin.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 09



"Oooh fuck..." Dean groaned, watching Nat feed Andrea his cock.

"She's learning to deep throat, I see," giggled Nat, then released Andrea.

She pulled back and gasped, strings of spit trailing from her lips to Dean's wet, swollen tip.

"God, you've got a big cock," she panted, eyeing his impressive length and girth as she stroked it.

Once again she set upon his dick, bobbing her head now in a quick rhythm as she watched him, playing with his balls. Natalie leaned against him, her tits pushing against his side. He noticed her hand pull up the hem of her skirt, and her fingers slip between her legs.

"Mmmm, watching her suck you off is getting me so hot," Nat breathed in his ear.

Dean put his arm around behind her and felt up her full ass, pulling her skirt up and gripping the soft flesh. She was wearing a thong, the fabric vanishing between her buttocks so he could feel her bare skin.

A few minutes passed, and Andrea pulled back once more, wiping spit from her lips with the back of her hand.

"I'm so fucking horny. Will you please fuck me, sir?" begged Andrea.

"'Sir'?" said Nat, raising her eyebrows.

"I pretended she was a new employee of mine for the meeting. It seems to have stuck," Dean laughed.

Dean helped her to her feet, then spun her around so she faced the table. Natalie, seeing an opportunity, quickly pulled her own panties down, hopped herself up onto the table, and pulled her skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs in front of Dean and Andrea.

"I want you to lick my pussy while he fucks you," barked Nat, stroking her wet slit with her fingers.

"Mmmm, I'd love to sweetie," Andrea replied, immediately bending over the table.

Dean pulled her dress up so it was all gathered around her waist, then stripped her panties down over her ass. He spanked it once, causing Andrea to yelp, then guided his wet cock between her legs, first rubbing it along her bare pussy lips, then pushing it between them.

"Oh Andrea... you're just as tight as the first time I fucked you," he moaned, easing his cock into her wet, tight hole.

She replied with a loud moan of her own.

"Aaaahhh, yes sir... fuck my tight little pussy!"

Natalie, in turn, guided Andrea's mouth to her cunt.

"Be a good girl and lick me, Andrea," said Nat.

Andrea did not need to be asked twice. As Dean pushed most of his length inside her, she began to tongue Nat's pussy eagerly, flicking her tongue over her clit. She used her fingers, and pushed them inside Nat as she sucked on her hard nub. Nat groaned and tipped her head up, leaning back to lean on one arm, pushing her tits out.

"Nat, show us those big beautiful tits, would you?" Dean asked, watching her enormous bust heave with her heavy breathing.

She giggled and reached up to pull her top down along with her bra, her tits exploding into view with a dramatic wobble. Dean moaned again and began to fuck Andrea as Nat ran her hand sensually over her large breasts.

"You've been eager to see these again after that night, haven't you?" she said cheekily.

"Have I ever," he responded, now holding Andrea's perfect ass as he fucked her against the table.

"You have the most perfect tits I think I've ever seen. With this sexy ass in my hands, and those tits on display, I'm a very happy man."

All three of them moaned and writhed, pleasuring each other shamelessly in Dean's office. As he watched his cock slide deep into Andrea's pussy, and admired her tight little asshole, Dean was thankful his agenda was clear for the rest of the afternoon.  

"Natalie," Dean said, watching her lick her lips as her tits rolled on her chest while Andrea ate her out.

"Yeah hun?"

"Do you think I might be able to fuck you too? If you get your sexy ass down here next to Andrea's, it would be such a treat for me to give my cock to both of you."

"Ooooh Dean... you know I want it. I've wanted you for so long. But... I can't. My husband..." she trailed off, her eyes both apologetic and pleading.

"That's ok, I understand. At least we can enjoy this slut together," he said, feeling disappointed, but not letting it ruin the moment.

Soon, Andrea was backing her ass against him forcefully, taking his whole length as he pounded her ass.

"Oh yes! Fuck me, sir! I'm going to cum on your cock!" she squealed.

Dean knew her already tight pussy squeezing him tighter would cause him to erupt.

"I'm gonna cum soon too, baby," he grunted.

"M-me too..." squeaked Natalie, her big tits jiggling on her chest as she bucked her hips against Andrea's face.

"Please cum inside me, sir... I'm on the pill," said Andrea, before burying her face back into Nat's pussy.

Those words were enough to put him over the edge. Dean felt his cock swell as he slammed into Andrea's pussy, his hips smacking her ass. He felt his balls tighten and a blast of cum erupt deep inside his neighbour. He could hear her muffled moans as her pussy clenched him tightly and her body shook. Natalie bit her lip and whined as her body trembled as well, holding the back of Andrea's head firmly and looking into Dean's eyes as they all came together.

Dean pumped what seemed like a litre of cum into Andrea's pussy, blast after blast. She milked every drop of it from him, finally relaxing against the table and whimpering loudly.

"Oh sir... you filled me with your cum," she whimpered.

"Let's not let it go to waste," said Nat, panting heavily.

Dean understood her meaning, and quickly withdrew his cock from Andrea's tight cunt, lifting her up onto the table on her back and spreading her legs open for Natalie, who crawled between them, licking her lips. With her ass in the air so Dean could have a lovely view of her puffy wet pussy lips and asshole, and her large breasts hanging below her, she began hungrily sucking his cum out of Andrea's pussy. Andrea whimpered and moaned, and Dean sat down heavily in the nearby chair to watch. The girls looked incredible, semi-clothed, writhing, Nat feasting on Andrea's cum-filled cunt as Andrea played with her tits.

"Oh Nat... Ooooooh yes, don't stop," Andrea said, lifting her hips up.

Nat aggressively licked and sucked her clit as Andrea's body was overcome with another powerful orgasm. She writhed and clawed at the table, arching her back as Nat slurped at her used cunt. As she calmed down, Nat lifted her head and hopped off the table, her tits bouncing, and licked her fingers.

"Mmmm, you taste so good, Dean. And so does Andrea," she giggled.

Dean smiled at her, and felt a renewed warmth in his groin. Andrea got off the table and crawled between his legs, her hands finding his cock and beginning to stroke it again.

"My god woman, you're insatiable!" Dean exclaimed in surprise.

"Wait, I need to do something," Nat said, then went to Dean's desk and returned with his phone.

She began to record Andrea as she licked and kissed Dean's cock, stroking it back to hardness as she kneeled between his legs. She rubbed the tip against her nipples and moaned.

"Wow Andrea, you are amazing," he said to her.

"Yes, sir, I'm your faithful slut."

She grinned at him, then looked into the camera with a naughty glint in her pretty blue eyes.

"Dean, I, your neighbour Andrea, promise to be your slutty little fuck toy, and to suck and fuck this big dick whenever and wherever you want me to," she spoke evenly and clearly to the camera.

She maintained eye contact with the camera and began sucking him hard, taking him deep into her throat as Nat stood next to Dean to get the best angle. She sat up and rubbed Dean's cock between her small, firm tits, then slapped his heavy cock against her nipples. She lowered her head again, and held Dean's long, thick meat against the front of her face, extending from her chin all the way to well past her hairline.

"Dean, I want to be your good little slut that you can play with whenever you are in the mood. I will do whatever you ask and let you use me for your pleasure as long as you wish," she said, addressing the camera again.

He didn't know what had come over her, but Dean felt like he had finally made her his loyal slut. All the games they had been playing had led to this, and her words thrilled him. She began sucking him off again, swirling her tongue around his head as she stroked him, looking him in the eyes now.

"You're going to make me cum again, slut," he growled, reaching down to pinch her nipple.

"Yes, please sir, give me your cum," she moaned.

She sucked him again, bobbing her head rapidly as she used both hands to stroke his shaft. He lifted his hips and grunted, feeling his dick swell. Just as he was about to explode, Andrea pulled his cock from her mouth and pointed it at her face, stroking it hard and fast, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out as she looked up at him. He erupted, spurting huge ropes of cum across her face and into her mouth. She continued to stroke him, coaxing more explosions from his manhood, coating her smiling face in his warm semen. All three of them were amazed that he was able to cum so much after only just filling her cunt with his seed.

As the last drops oozed from his cock and onto Andrea's fingers, she tried to blink through the sticky jizz as it dripped off her face onto her tits. Andrea leaned in to clean Dean's cock with her mouth, then sat back as Natalie moved the camera close to her face, capturing the thick, gooey trails of cum, then panning down to her breasts, now splattered liberally with Dean's spunk.

"Wow, Andrea... you've outdone yourself," sighed Dean, feeling a warm, exhausted glow emanating from his body.

"I'll do anything to please you, Dean. I wanna be your good little girl," she replied, smiling through the sticky mess on her pretty face.

"We'd better get you cleaned up, Andrea. People are going to start to wonder what's been going on in here," Nat said, handing Dean's phone to him and kneeling down next to Andrea.

Apparently deciding she had not had enough of Dean's second-hand cum, Nat leaned down and began licking the mess from Andrea's face, holding her head in her hands and kissing her in between long swaths with her tongue. The girls shared his cum and played with it on their tongues. Natalie rubbed her big, jiggling tits against Andrea's small, firm ones, smearing Dean's semen all over their chests as they giggled, watching their boobs bob and jostle and slide against one another. Dean quietly filmed the whole spectacle, enjoying the show the girls put on for him.

After a few minutes, the three of them got dressed, and Andrea and Nat left Dean's office after they checked each other to make sure they were clean. As a souvenir, they both left Dean their soaking wet panties, which he kept in his desk drawer. He decided to leave them both a souvenir as well, and sent them the video Nat had recorded of Andrea agreeing to be Dean's fuck toy.

It was a fantastic piece of leverage, he knew, but he suspected he wouldn't need it.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 10



Anyone for Cocktails?

The orange glow of the waning day faded from the rows of houses outside Andrea's bedroom window like the dying embers of a fire. Like so many times before, she stood at her floor-to-ceiling window, naked, peering out at Dean's house. Normally she would be showing off for him, teasing him, modelling her slim, toned body for him and any other curious neighbours within eyesight; but tonight she knew he was not home.

She had just come from her bathroom, her hair blow-dried and styled, her long, silky blonde locks pinned so that they fell over her right shoulder, a few loose strands framing her pretty, oval face. She gently touched her freshly shaved pussy lips, so soft and smooth, goosebumps breaking out on her thighs and arms. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks, and a tingling sensation between her legs.

Since the events of the previous week, Andrea had been in an almost constant state of arousal. Every time she let her mind wander, she recalled the dirty, thrilling words she had uttered whilst on her knees in her neighbour's office, his hard cock resting heavily across her pretty face: 

"Dean, I, your neighbour Andrea, promise to be your slutty little fuck toy, and to suck and fuck this big dick whenever and wherever you want me to."

Even now, softly reciting the words to herself, which she had long since memorised, she felt a bolt of excitement rip through her body. Without even realising it, she had slipped her middle finger between her soft labia, and was slowly stroking her hard clit.

When she had arrived home that day-the day she sucked off one of Dean's potential clients until the uptight, middle-aged man had blasted his semen into her willing mouth-she had found the video he had taken waiting for her in her email inbox. She recalled nervously opening the attachment with trembling fingers, watching herself promise to be Dean's fuck toy, to do whatever he wished with her, whenever he desired, watching herself take his huge, beautiful cock all the way down her throat as she maintained eye contact with the camera, watching herself jerk his spurting cock all over her face, coating it in thick ropes of warm semen, watching Natalie lick his cum off her face, sharing it with her in long, passionate, sloppy cum-kisses.

"I want to be your good little slut that you can play with whenever you are in the mood. I will do whatever you ask and let you use me for your pleasure as long as you wish," she whispered, staring out at Dean's bedroom window, her finger rubbing her clit faster now, her other hand sliding up her firm, flat stomach to caress her perky tits.

Andrea could hardly believe how far she had come. From being a shy, unassuming girl-next-door, to committing herself to being Dean's cum slut, to use as he saw fit. She was his slut. A filthy, naughty, submissive whore, ready to do whatever Dean wished of her, no matter how depraved. A moan escaped her lips as her wetness dripped onto her thighs. 

She was abruptly brought back into the present, jerking her hand away from her soaking cunt, her finger glistening with her juices. She slipped it between her lips and moaned as she tasted herself. She didn't want to spoil this night for Dean, or herself. She wanted to be horny, and excited, and ready and willing to do whatever he may ask of her. She ached to masturbate, but Dean had specifically asked her to refrain from doing so for the past three days. It was driving her crazy.

Turning away from the window, she made her way to her wardrobe and selected her clothes for the evening, quickly dressing, applying her red lipstick, and making her way downstairs. She heard the taxi's horn outside her house and had one last look in the hallway mirror. She was proud of how sexy she looked, and was sure Dean would agree.

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Dean had asked Andrea to meet him at a bar near his office building. She considered it a miracle that she made it there at all, as the cab driver's eyes were mostly looking in his rear view mirror instead of the road. The driver had actually adjusted his mirror so he would have a perfect view of Andrea in the back seat. Arriving at her destination, she thanked and paid him, stepping out of the cab and feeling his eyes on her perfect ass. She smiled to herself, knowing that her outfit certainly passed the test.

She entered the bar and made her way to the second floor, where a hostess greeted her.

"Hello, my name's Andrea, I'm here for the private party. It should be under the name 'Dean'," said Andrea, holding her handbag in front of her.

"Oh yes, you're serving them tonight, right?" replied the young, dark-haired hostess, eyeing Andrea from head to toe. "He specifically requested that he have his own server. I've got no problems with it. Makes my job easier," she continued, giggling.

"Yes, he's a very particular man," Andrea replied.

"And a handsome one too. Almost makes me wish I was serving them after all," said the hostess, winking. "I'm Kelly, by the way. Here, let me take your handbag and show you where to pick up the drinks."

The hostess led her through a curtain and down a narrow hallway to an opening in the wall that looked out behind a bar.

"You can place and pick up your orders from here. That doorway just a few steps down the hall goes into the private function room. I'll help you out in any way I can," Kelly said, glancing at her watch. "They should be ready for you now."

"Thanks," replied Andrea, smiling warmly.

Kelly looked her up and down again, smiling mischievously.

"Mmm, they are going to absolutely love you, honey," she said.

"I certainly hope so," replied Andrea, running her hands down her hips. Her palms had already begun to sweat.

Andrea made her way down the hall, and turned left through a dark doorway. She could already hear the sounds of several men's voices over the ambient house music, and her heart was beating like a jackhammer in her chest. She took a deep breath, then stepped between the curtains, which were tied back with sashes on either side.

The room was dimly lit, with old-fashioned yellowish lamps gilding the walls. It was decorated like a Victorian trophy room, with taxidermy deer heads, paintings depicting landscapes and tall ships at sea, leather-bound books in tall bookcases, wing-backed studded leather chairs and chesterfields, and mahogany tables and desks. 

The moment Andrea entered, all conversation stopped, and five pairs of hungry male eyes turned her way. She was dressed in a skin-tight, black, strapless dress. It was simple, unadorned, with thin strips of fabric criss-crossed on the back, and left very little to the imagination. Her modest tits looked perky and round, and despite the lacy, strapless bra she wore, her nipples hardened, poking through the thin fabric of her dress as she looked at the men in front of her. The dress was scandalously short, barely covering her perfect ass, and her outfit was completed by a pair of black six inch heels.

She put her hands behind her back, pushing her titties out and flashed her cutest smile to the men.

"Hi gentlemen! I'm Andrea, and I'll be your server for the evening," she said cheerily.

Her eyes found Dean. He was sitting comfortably on one of the leather couches, his foot across his knee clad in handsome brown wingtips. He was dressed in a well-fitting navy suit with a blue and white checked shirt, no tie, since this was a more casual event. 

Andrea's heart fluttered as Dean looked her sultry form up and down, his gaze finally settling at her eyes. Her heart fluttered as she noted the faint upturned curl at the corner of his mouth. Despite her apprehension about the evening, she knew, looking into his commanding hazel eyes, that she was ready to do anything for him. Her recorded promise was no less true now than it was when she made it: she was his slut.

Finally managing to tear her eyes away from Dean, Andrea looked about the room at the other gentlemen he had brought with him. She didn't recognise any of them, and he had told her specifically that she was not to let on that she and Dean knew each other.

Dean stood up and approached her, extending his hand.

"Hello Andrea. Pleasure to meet you. I'm Dean," he said, dropping a barely-perceptible wink.

He closed his warm fingers around her small hand, then lifted it to his lips, kissing it softly. She suppressed a shudder and felt her pussy moisten.

"Let me introduce you to my colleagues. This is our executive director Steven, board members Adam and Brian, and our CFO Derek," Dean spoke, introducing them each in turn.

Steven was the eldest, probably in his late fifties or early sixties, with white hair and carrying a little extra weight under his austere black suit. Adam was likely in his mid-forties, short and stocky, but solidly built, with short blonde hair and a striped shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Brian looked younger, maybe late thirties, a tall, lean black man dressed in a black shirt and grey blazer. Derek seemed to be around Adam's age, a slender man with slicked-back hair and glasses, wearing a slightly ill-fitting suit. Andrea wasn't surprised to learn that this somewhat nerdy-looking man ran the numbers for the company Dean worked for.

They each waved and greeted Andrea, and she enjoyed the way each of them looked at her lustfully. She felt a tremble run through her body as the thought of being with these men, these strangers, filled her with a nervous excitement. She had never been with multiple men before. The closest she had come was when Jay fucked her as Dean watched and jerked off. Am I really going to go through with this? she thought, biting her lower lip. She looked back to Dean, whose hungry stare was answer enough.

"Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?" she offered, her voice high and wavering.

The men gave her their orders and she turned around, walking slowly out of the room, swaying her hips, letting them drink in the sight of her perfect buttocks in her skin-tight dress.

She reached the order window and breathed heavily. Her head was swimming a little, and she felt overwhelmed. Surely Dean would understand if she backed out now. She would simply pull him aside and tell him she couldn't go through with it. She could promise to let him take her home and fuck her brains out all night, but she couldn't let Dean and four strange men gang bang her in a bar.

Her body trembled again as the thought of all those hands, and eyes, and mouths on her body, groping her, kissing her, stripping her. She felt a pang of pleasure in her pussy, and an increasing wetness between her labia. She couldn't believe she was getting aroused by these filthy thoughts.

"Am I really that much of a slut?" she said quietly to herself, looking down and resting her hands against the small counter top along the bottom edge of the window.

"Um... you ok, hun?" said a voice.

Andrea's head snapped up to look at Kelly standing on the other side of the window, trying to conceal a smirk.

"Oh! Yeah...sorry, I'm fine," Andrea stammered, blushing deeply.

Kelly gave her a warm, sympathetic smile. Behind it though, Andrea thought she could sense a subtle green tinge of envy.

"Here, this will take the edge off," said Kelly, turning around and retrieving a bottle from the shelf behind her. 

She poured two shots of the clear spirit and gave one to Andrea, holding the other up.

"To us sluts," Kelly said.

"To us," replied Andrea, a little embarrassed by the toast, but thankful for Kelly's support.

The shot burned pleasantly as it went down-a flavoured vodka, Andrea guessed, apple-and before she knew it, Kelly had poured a second. The girls drank again, and Andrea felt the warmth spread through her body, making her feel more at ease.

"Thanks," she said, her cheeks flushing.

"No worries, hun. Now let me take your order. Don't want to keep those thirsty men waiting too long, do we?" she said, winking.

Andrea ordered the drinks, and Kelly returned with a tray, smiling at Andrea with a naughty smirk. Andrea took the tray and returned to the private room, handing out the men's drinks as they talked among themselves.

The next while went by without incident, the men enjoying their drinks, talking business, sport, family life. They were polite and courteous to Andrea, even if their ravenous gazes told her the true, sexual desire in their hearts. Dean played along well, never giving any indication that the two of them had previous history.

After the men grew more comfortable (and a little drunk), Adam asked Andrea to stay and chat with them.

"Are you sure? You don't want more drinks?" she said, holding the tray behind her back and pushing her perky tits out.

"The drinks can wait. We would love some company," said Brian in his deep, soothing voice.

Dean was sitting on a couch next to Derek, and the men separated so that she could sit between them. She lowered herself onto the couch, her dress riding up as she crossed her legs.

"So, what's this evening all about?" she asked.

"We're celebrating Dean's success with a client we've been chasing for some time now. Somehow this slick bastard managed to convince them to sign a contract with us," said Steven, taking a sip of his scotch and soda.

"Seriously. This guy, Mr. Callahan... he's never agreed to work with us before, even though we've pitched to him so many times. Dean's a bit of a celebrity for securing that contract," added Brian.

"Oh, congratulations, Dean!" said Andrea in a cheerful voice.

Without thinking, she leaned over and kissed his cheek, then giggled.

"Thanks Andrea. No offense to these guys, but I'll take your kiss as a reward over free drinks any day," he laughed.

The other men joined him, probably all wishing it had been their cheek she had kissed. 

The men gathered around her making conversation, staring at her long, toned legs, pert ass, and the soft swells of her breasts. She found herself loving the attention, and could have sworn the temperature in the room had gone up a few degrees.

"So Andrea, is there a lucky man in your life?" Adam asked, looking at her thighs instead of her face. 

"Um... kinda," she said hesitantly, flicking a glance at Dean.

"So, you have a boyfriend?" said Derek, who had remained relatively quiet to that point. He was the only one, aside from Dean, who wasn't wearing a wedding band.

""Kinda" doesn't sound too convincing, sweetheart," said Steven, leering at her tits.

"Well, we have an... interesting relationship," she said enigmatically, then giggled.

"Oh? And what's interesting about it?" asked Brian.

"We're not exactly exclusive, I guess you could say," she replied, stealing another look at Dean, who remained impassive.

"How do you think he'd feel about you wearing a sexy little dress, serving drinks to five older men in a private room all by yourself?" Adam said.

"I think he'd wonder what naughty things these five men were planning to do with me," she said, giggling again.

There was a shocked silence, then she stood up quickly, taking a step forward to retrieve her tray from the coffee table, bending slowly at the waist to let the men have a glorious look at her behind. Her dress had crept up so that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible. She looked over her shoulder and pushed it down a little, smiling at the horny, open-mouthed men.

"More drinks?" she asked innocently.

She served them again, this time taking breaks in between orders to chat with them. It was Adam who touched her first. She was talking to Adam and Brian near the small unattended bar in the room when she felt Adam rest his hand on the small of her back. As they continued talking, he slid it lower, cupping her luscious ass.

Her heart raced as Adam squeezed her ass. Brian smiled knowingly down at her and soon his hand was groping her other buttock. She was a little surprised that the married men were the first to make a move on her, but she wasn't complaining. 

She flirted with them for a little while, then moved over to sit next to Steven. The old man shuffled right next to her and immediately put his hand on her thigh, smiling lasciviously at her. Even Derek, who was the most reserved of the group, had 'accidentally' bumped his groin against her ass when she was picking up a glass from a table. 

It was obvious the men were becoming more and more bold as they drank. Soon, any time she was near one of them they had a hand on her, squeezing her ass, stroking her thigh, holding her waist. No one had made a move to fondle her breasts yet, but the way things were going she was sure it wasn't far off.

Andrea, for her part, was doing her best to tease the men, bending over to pick up glasses, crossing and uncrossing her legs to flash her lacy black panties, swaying her hips and wiggling her ass, and sticking her tits out proudly, her dress creeping down dangerously low-showing the lacy edges of her bra.

After she had finished serving the latest round of drinks, Dean got Andrea's attention with a wave of his hand.

"Andrea, sweetie, you're doing such a good job for us tonight. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll get a handsome tip at the end of the evening, but I was wondering if you'd be interested in... upping your earnings, a little," he said with a mischievous grin.

"Oh. Um... maybe. What did you have in mind, sir?" she said in an innocent tone, though her heart skipped a beat, wondering what he was planning.

"Mmmm, 'sir'... I like that," murmured Steven.

Dean chuckled and reached into his suit jacket, taking out a twenty and placing it in her hand.

"Go have a drink on our tab, and when you come back, I want you be carrying your drink in one hand, and your bra in the other."

Andrea felt her cheeks flush, but her pussy tingled. She nodded.

"Yes, sir," she said, then made her exit.

"A new order already? They must be smashed," Kelly said to her when she returned to the bar.

"No... just a vodka cranberry for me. They insisted. They also had another request," Andrea replied.

She turned away from Kelly and pulled the top of her dress down, then reached back and unfastened her bra, removing it and pulling her dress back up, adjusting it across her firm, perky breasts. She turned back around, still blushing.

"How do I look?" she asked.

Kelly looked at her boobs and bit her lower lip. "They're going to love it."

She mixed Andrea's drink and gave it to her, admiring her tits once again before Andrea turned to return to what was beginning to feel like a lion's den. She entered the room with a spring in her step, making sure her titties bounced in her dress. Her nipples felt like little pebbles as she looked around at the men who were fixated on her jiggling tits and protruding nipples. She bent over in front of Dean and placed her bra on the coffee table, then pushed her tits out for the men to ogle.

"It this better, sir?" she asked proudly.

"Much better," Dean said, and she noticed a bulge forming in his snug suit pants.

She sat on a chair and chatted with the men, who were now all focused on her. The attention flattered her, and she knew she was soaking her panties as five pairs of eyes admired her. Before long, another one of the men was reaching for his wallet. It was Adam.

"Interested in another tip?" he asked, waving another twenty in the air.

"Hmmm, sure!" said Andrea. "What do you want me to do?"

Adam leaned forward and placed the twenty against her chest, then using his fingers, slid it down, tucking it into the top of her dress between her breasts, until only a small portion of the note was visible.

"Without touching it with your hands, I want you to make that note fall to the table. Then it's all yours," he gave her a self-satisfied grin, clearly proud of his creativity.

Andrea stood up and giggled, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at the note stuffed into her dress. She looked around at the men, then back to the note. The solution was obvious, of course, but Andrea decided to have a little fun with it. 




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 10



First, she dipped her head, trying to reach the note with her mouth, pushing her chest out and opening her mouth, trying to grasp it with her lips. Then men laughed at her futile attempts. She gave them a sarcastic frown, then ran her hands up her body to cup her breasts. She leaned over and began pushing her tits up and wiggling her torso, attempting to work the note loose from her dress. It crinkled between her breasts as she pushed them together, but rather than being extracted, it only worked its way deeper into her dress.

The men laughed and encouraged her, clapping and slapping their knees gleefully.

"Gosh, that's just made it worse," pouted Andrea, standing straight again, still cupping her tits, pushing them up to create delicious cleavage.

"Looks like your options are limited, baby girl," said Brian, an obvious bulge in the crotch of his dark jeans.

Andrea sighed and pouted again. "I guess so. Only one thing left to try," she said sweetly.

She slid her fingers across the top of her dress and pinched the fabric on either side of her breasts. She looked up and bit her lower lip, eyeing the men as she felt her pussy tingle again. She had their rapt attention as she slowly began pulling the top of her dress down over her tits. She did it slowly, diligently, exposing centimetre after centimetre of her milky bust, until the tops of her areolae were visible. Her cute nipples popped into view as she pulled her dress down across them. They hardened instantly in the open air of the room, and the men watched, mesmerised as she pulled the dress lower.

When the dress reached just below the sensuous bottom curves of her perky tits, the note fell free, drifting gracefully to the table and settling next to Andrea's discarded bra. Not one of the men were watching the note as it fell. They erupted in a chorus of cheers as Andrea proudly displayed her firm, round tits to the guests, capped by her small, hard, pink nipples, smiling widely as her cheeks and pussy burned.

"Yaay!" Andrea squeaked, jumping up and down, her arms akimbo in a celebratory gesture.

She set her perky tits in motion, bouncing and jiggling them with every little jump. The men cheered again, watching her tits bounce. Andrea looked around, seeing that now every single spectator was sporting a bulge in their pants. It turned her on to know that she had inspired these erections.

She bent over and retrieved the note, then began to lift the top of her dress back up.

"No no no, honey," Steven interjected, wagging his chubby finger at her. "You'll leave that dress just where it is."

He reached into his suit jacket and produced a fifty, standing up and slipping it down her top. She slipped the twenty in with it and giggled.

"Looks like you boys are going to have a topless server now," she said.

The truth was, at that moment she would have stripped totally naked for them had someone asked, tip or no tip.

Steven was staring at her perky tits, and his hand began to reach up to touch one as he licked his lips. Before he could make contact, Andrea moved away, picked up her drink, finishing the contents, then took another drink order and left the room. 

She returned to the window and waited for Kelly to approach. She looked down at her exposed tits, feeling a mixture of shame and excitement. Here she was, serving drinks topless to a bunch of horny men. She already felt like such a slut, but she wanted more. She was so aroused she could barely keep her hand steady as she brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

When Kelly arrived, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.

"Oh my god! Andrea! They've already got you to take your tits out?" she exclaimed, eyeing Andrea's round breasts.

Andrea shrugged, as if to say 'what can you do?' and ordered the next round. Kelly mixed the drinks and loaded the tray, then stared at Andrea's boobs and slowly shook her head.

"Honey, they are going to eat you up," she mused, leaning on the bar and putting her hand on her chin, her eyes looking at Andrea longingly.

"I certainly hope so," Andrea giggled.

For a brief moment, Andrea considered asking Kelly if she wanted to join her; to help service these horny men. However, after thinking about it, she changed her mind. She wanted these men all to herself. She wanted to be their fuck toy for the evening, and she didn't want any competition. Five men are going to use me like a filthy slut, she thought to herself, and her knees became weak. No-this was something she wanted to do on her own. She gave Kelly another saucy grin, then turned and left with the tray.

Entering the room again, Andrea saw the men all talking excitedly among themselves. She set the drinks on the table, getting ready to distribute them, but a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her down to sit on Derek's lap. She let out a squeak as she plopped down onto him, her tits jiggling. She could feel something long and hard against her ass. Derek may not have been a very bulky man, but he was certainly packing where it counted, she thought.

"Derek's been far too quiet tonight," said Steven, pushing another note down Andrea's dress. "Maybe you can loosen his tongue."

Andrea smiled and put her arm around Derek's neck, brushing her hard nipple against his cheek.

"What do you say, Derek. Would you like to use your tongue on me?" she asked him.

His eyes widened as he stared at her tits, then slowly nodded. He brought his mouth to her breasts, kissing it softly. Andrea sighed and felt a shiver as goosebumps broke out on her chest. Derek took her nipple between his lips and began sucking it. A soft moan escaped Andrea's lips, and she watched Brian stuff another note down her top. Brian's hand then dropped to her thigh, sliding up the inside of it. She caressed Derek's head as he suckled her tit, and parted her legs so that Brian could reach higher. He pushed her dress up her thighs until his fingers brushed her panties.

"Ooohhh..." she moaned.

"Wow... this slut has soaked her panties," noted Brian.

Andrea felt a rush through her body, hearing her called a dirty name, but she knew it was the truth. She was a slut. She began slowly grinding her ass against Derek's hard manhood. Another hand slid up her stomach and stuffed a note into her dress. Adam moved in and ravenously sucked her other tit into his mouth as he cupped it and squeezed it. Dean and Steven watched on with interest, sipping their drinks and waiting their turn.

Unable to help herself, Andrea reached down into the laps of the men sitting next to her and began to massage the large bulges in their pants. She actually gasped as she felt Brian's hard length in the leg of his jeans.

"Fuck," she sighed.

"You like big cocks, baby girl?" he asked.

"Yes sir. I love big, thick cocks," she moaned, hardly able to believe she had said it.

The men laughed as Andrea bit her lip, the stimulation of the hands and mouths on her body bringing her close to orgasm. After a minute, Steven reached into his wallet again.

"Ok sweetie, let's not forget why we're here. Let's treat the guest of honour. Stand up and strip those panties off for Dean," he said, stuffing yet another twenty down her dress.

Dean was sitting in a chair next to the couch-the perfect chair for a strip tease. Reluctantly, she pushed the hungry men away from her tits and stood up, saliva glistening on her hard nipples. She stood in front of Dean, then turned around. She swayed to the music, putting her hands on her head and dancing for him. She lost herself in the moment, feeling the buzz from the alcohol, the warmth of the room, the rhythmic music, and the attention of five horny men. She danced and swayed, shaking her ass in his face, then lowering it to his lap.

Andrea rubbed her perfect ass against Dean's member, feeling its impressive length and thickness through his suit pants. It occurred to her that he might even give Brian a run for his money in the size department. Dean groaned and she felt his hands on her ass, caressing it as she ground against his cock.

"Take them off!" cheered the men as they watched her erotic dance.

She giggled and stood between Dean's legs, bending at the waist and pulling her dress up over her hips. She looked between her legs as she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her tiny thong, peeling it slowly over the luscious cheeks of her perfectly toned buttocks. She felt the air caress her puckered butthole and her moist pussy lips, causing her to shiver. She let the panties fall to the floor, then picked them up with her foot, turning around and dropping them onto Dean's lap. Dean instantly picked them up and sniffed them.

"Wow, they really are soaked. I think this little slut is getting hot for us," said Dean, inhaling her musky scent.

Andrea thought she would lose her mind if she didn't have a cock in her mouth or pussy soon. Her whole body buzzed with arousal, and her eyes roamed hungrily over Dean's lean body. Facing him, she bent over and began to unbutton his shirt, running her nails over his firm chest and toned abs, then began to undo his belt.

"Look at this slut. She's so desperate for cock right now, we don't even have to tip her to get her to do stuff," commented Adam, slurring slightly as he watched Andrea open Dean's trousers.

Andrea gave Adam a saucy grin, knowing it wasn't money that was serving as her motivation to do whatever these men wanted to her, but her commitment to Dean to be his dirty plaything. And she was far too aroused to stop now. In fact, she was surprised she even considered backing out. 

She fished her hand into Dean's boxers and pulled out his massive cock, gasping despite the fact that she's seen it many times before.

"You like big cocks, hmm? Well now you've got one!" laughed Brian.

Lowering her head to his lap, Andrea began licking up Dean's long shaft, reaching the head and swirling her tongue around the tip as she wrapped her fingers around his huge girth. She began pumping his column rhythmically as she sucked the head of him. She bobbed her head a few times, then looked up at him. His smile was one of satisfaction, knowing he was in control of her, knowing she would do anything for him. She squeezed his cock and pre-cum oozed from the tip, dripping down over her fingers. She quickly dipped her head and sucked it into her mouth, taking him deeper as she savoured his salty taste. His hips moved as he drove his cock deeper, and she felt it bump the back of her throat, causing her to gag.

This didn't stop him, and he took control, gripping her hair and forcing his dick all the way down her throat until his balls pressed against her chin. She suppressed her gag reflex and looked up at him with watering eyes. The men cheered in the background. Finally, Dean released her and she gasped for breath, jerking her spit along his cock as a strand dangled from her chin.

"Fuck, you're big," she panted, staring at his meaty, spit-soaked dick.

"Mmm, very good baby. It's good to know we have a deep-throat slut for us to use this evening," he said, stroking her hair.

"Thank you, sir," she said, licking her lips.

Suddenly, she felt something soft and spongy poke her in the cheek. She turned her head to see a large, bulbous dick head pointing at her face. Adam had taken his pants off and was insisting on having his turn with her. His cock was about average size, but his dick head was quite large and mushroom-like.

"Do you want me to suck your cock too, sir?" she asked him.

"Fuck yeah, you dirty whore. Put my dick in your mouth," he growled.

She did as she was told, feeling her lips stretch over his knob as she took him into her warm mouth. She continued to stroke Dean with one hand, and felt someone guide her hand to a third cock, smaller than Adam's, with a mass of curly pubes at the base. Her hand moved over the rigid shaft and felt a pair of low-hanging, wrinkled balls. This must be the old man, Andrea thought.

Dean stood up, and the three men moved close to her, their stiff cocks all pointed at her face, needing her attention. She worked her way around them, giving them each a sloppy blowjob, deep-throating each cock enthusiastically and bobbing her head, letting them fuck her mouth. Brian and Derek knelt on either side of her and began feeling her up, squeezing her tits and tugging on her nipples, stroking her ass, and probing her wet pussy with their fingers.

She began moaning loudly around the three cocks she was sucking, and felt her body tense as Brian pushed two fingers into her cunt. Having this kind of sexual attention from five older men was enough to push her over the edge, and felt her head swim as she moaned on Steven's cock, his white pubes tickling her nose. 

Pulling Steven's knob from her lips with a loud 'pop', she moved back to Dean, loving the hands on her body, the thrusting fingers in her wet cunt, the throbbing cocks in her fists, the urgent bumping of a warm dick head against the back of her throat. The rapid onset of her orgasm surprised even herself as she came on Brian's fingers with Dean's balls pressed firmly against her chin.

"Damn, this slut just came," said Brian, pulling his fingers out, soaked in her juices, and sucked them clean. "Mmmm, she tastes so good."

Dean pulled her hair back, extracting his enormous manhood from her throat, and grinned at her approvingly. He knew she was getting off on being used, and this only turned her on more.

"I want some pussy," Derek blurted out, his eyes desperate.

Dean laughed. 

"Stand up, baby," he said.

Andrea got to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Adam gripped her dress and pulled it roughly down, letting her step out of it as a several notes fell out of it and drifted to the floor. She was now naked except for her black high heels, and felt naughty and exposed. She had to admit to herself that she would do anything they wanted. She was so desperate to please them, to enjoy every cock, to take their loads inside her and on her body. Her legs trembled as she waited her next instruction. 

"Lie down there, Andrea, on your back," Dean commanded.

She quickly obeyed, lying down on her back and spreading her legs wide. There wasn't even the pretense of tipping her, now. She was driven by lust and obedience; not money.

"There you go, Derek. There's a nice, tight little bare pussy for you to enjoy," Dean said.

Derek began undressing himself hurriedly, pulling his clothes away frantically as he stared at Andrea's bare cunt, the labia slightly parted, showing the men her pink hole, dripping with her cum. Derek stripped out of his boxers, and out popped a very large cock, thickly veined. The rest of the men casually undressed as they watched Derek get on his knees at the end of the table, kissing his way up Andrea's thighs toward her glistening pussy. Reaching her puffy labia, Derek began lapping at them eagerly, sucking them between his lips and tonguing her clit. She squeaked and wriggled on the table as he ate her out, loving the feeling of his mouth on her pussy, even though her clit was still quite sensitive.

She noticed that Dean had left to retrieve something from the bar in the room, returning with a bottle, a salt shaker, and a bowl.

"Time for some body shots, gentlemen!" he announced, pouring the amber liquid into Andrea's navel.

It pooled there, then Dean sucked her titty, then sprinkled salt on her nipple. He set the bowl next to her and took a lemon slice out of it, placing it on her other breast. He bent his head and sucked the salt from her tit, then moved down to suck the tequila from her navel, returning to her other breast to suck on the lemon slice as the rest of the men cheered.

"Oh yeah! Ok, my turn!" croaked Steven.

Dean replaced the tequila, salt, and lemon, and Steven repeated the process, then Adam, then Brian. The whole time, Derek ravenously dined on Andrea's cunt, slipping two fingers inside her and fingering her while the other men did shots off her body. Andrea tipped her head back over the edge of the table as Derek was nudged out of the way by Adam, who began aggressively finger fucking her as he sucked on her clit. She moaned and her hands reached out, finding two cocks (Dean's and Steven's) and beginning to stroke them rapidly. Derek knelt next to her and took his turn doing a body shot, as Brian rounded the end of the table, his massive cock bobbing in front of him as he knelt at Andrea's head.

Before she knew what she was saying, Andrea blurted, "Please fuck my throat with your big black cock, sir!"

Brian gave a deep chuckle and caressed the back of her head, laying his thick meat across her pretty face.

"That's music to my ears, baby girl," he said, rubbing his dick roughly over her face and slapping it on her cheeks.

She opened her mouth and waved her tongue in the air, trying to taste him, to lick his throbbing shaft as his balls drooped over her nose and rolled across her forehead. Finally, he let her head fall back and he guided his dick into her waiting mouth, sliding inch after inch slowly between her lips. She felt it fill her mouth, then her throat, his balls finally coming to rest on her nose. She gagged, her throat tightening on his thick shaft, the smell of his musk strong and pungent. Brian moaned, holding himself deep inside her throat, then pulling out quickly, coated in her spit, then rubbed his long cock all over her face again, smearing her makeup.

"Please fuck my mouth, sir," she begged, craving Brian's big dick.

He guided it back into her mouth, then began fucking it, sliding his cock down her throat in long, deep strokes. As she gagged on his member, she kept jerking Dean and Steven off, feeling Derek's mouth on her tits and Adam's tongue on her clit. She felt so turned on by the experience, and she hadn't even had anyone fuck her yet! Her body began to tremble with desire, but she wasn't sure she would be able to cum without a cock inside her.

Brian slid his cock out of her mouth and began slapping her face with it. She squealed and giggled as she felt the heavy meat bounce off her cheeks and forehead. Without thinking, she pulled on Dean and Steven's cocks, guiding them next to Brian and pulling their cock heads against her cheeks. The men took the hint, all gripping their cocks and rubbing, slapping, and sliding them all over Andrea's pretty face. She would occasionally suck one into her mouth as her face was bombarded by cock slaps, and she could feel pre-cum drip onto her lips and cheeks.

"Somebody fuck this slut, or I'm going to take the honours," grunted Steven as he poked his cock into Andrea's cheek.

"Way ahead of you, boss," said a voice from the other end of the table.

Adam was on one knee between Andrea's legs, rubbing his fat cock head against her well-lubricated pussy lips as he gripped her behind the knee, forcing her legs wide apart. Andrea lifted her head, the three men's cocks all resting on her forehead as she looked down her body. Adam gripped his shaft and nudged Andrea's labia aside, his bulbous knob easing inside her.

He winced briefly as Andrea's hole resisted him, then finally he popped inside her, her pussy clenching the mushroom head. All the men watched eagerly, then cheered loudly when Adam finally penetrated her cunt.

"Holy shit, she is so fucking tight!" exclaimed Adam, looking like he was going to cum at that very moment.

Andrea was proud of her tight pussy, ensuring that nearly any man who entered her would be a tight fit. She had incredible control over her vaginal muscles, and used them now to squeeze Adam's big knob. He hissed through his teeth and actually pulled his cock out of her, batting it against her labia.

"Goddamn..." he murmured, looking down at her smooth pussy, then up into her eyes.

"What's the matter, sir? Don't you want to fuck my tight little pussy?" Andrea asked, looking hurt.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 10



"Come on, man, give it to her," encouraged Brian.

"Don't worry if she makes you cum right away. It's not like this is your only chance to fuck her tonight," added Dean.

Andrea felt her heart skip a beat as she heard his words, now realising that this gangbang could last all night if they all wanted multiple turns using her. But if she was honest with herself, it only excited her more. She wasn't going to be satisfied until she'd drained every cock dry.

"Hmm, good point," said Adam, then braced himself again at her entrance, pushing inside slowly, deeper this time, his mouth open and his eyes rolling back.

Adam's large dick head felt wonderful as it pushed into Andrea, and she felt her nipples harden, moaning as Adam penetrated her. Derek, noticing her nipples become erect, pounced on her tits, nibbling, pulling, and sucking her perky breasts hungrily. She cried out and tipped her head back, reaching for the cocks that surrounded her head like a halo.

She quickly found Steven and Dean's cocks, and opened her mouth wide to let Brian's cock back into her throat. Adam began fucking her as she jerked and sucked the cocks, getting her tits sucked by Derek. Her pussy tingled as she got fucked harder, her body being jolted by Adam's thrusts.

"Fuck... can't hold it..." grunted Adam, after only two minutes inside Andrea's tight cunt.

Andrea felt his cock swell inside her as he erupted, spurting a huge load into her wet pussy as she clenched him tightly.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned around Brian's cock as she felt her pussy get filled.

The men all cheered and applauded the first ejaculation of the night as Adam panted, a dopey smile on his face as he slid his cock from her warm depths. She felt a thick gob of his cum escape her hole and drip down over her anus.

Adam had barely moved out of the way when Derek took his place between Andrea's splayed legs. She felt him urgently push inside her, stretching her even more with his cock, which was much larger than Adam's. Her hands instinctively squeezed the two dicks in her hands.

"I think she likes you, Derek," laughed Dean.

"Ooohhh... so tight," groaned Derek as he forced his cock deeper inside Andrea's cunt, pushing Adam's cum out around his thick shaft.

Soon, Derek was pumping away at her bare pussy, holding her legs spread wide.

"Out of the way, Paulson, I want this bitch to gag on my dick," barked Steven as he moved beside Brian, pushing his shoulder, eager to have Andrea's lips wrapped around his cock.

Andrea slurped loudly at the spit and pre-cum on Brian's shaft as he slid it out of her sucking mouth. Steven knelt at her head and guided his member into Andrea's open mouth. Her lips closed over it and she sucked as hard as she could, causing Steven to gasp and wheeze. Her hand quickly found Brian's huge cock and stroked her spit along his length.

After having Brian's big black cock down her throat, Steven's much smaller cock wasn't hard to handle, and she bobbed her head, her cheeks caving in as she applied a strong suction to his dick. She smiled to herself around his dick as she listened to his wheezing, wondering if her talented mouth was going to give him a heart attack.

After a minute, she felt Dean's cock slip from her grasp.

"I think we need to document this for posterity, gentlemen," she heard him say.

Moments later, his big dick was back in her hand. When Steven pulled his cock from her mouth and rubbed it on her forehead, she saw that Dean had retrieved his phone, and was recording the spectacle in front of him.

"Here, let me," said Adam, getting up from the couch and taking the phone from Dean, making sure to get close up shots of her sucking Steven's cock, getting her tits squeezed and pinched by Brian and Dean, and getting her tight little pussy stuffed by Derek.

She couldn't believe she was letting them film her being such a filthy whore, but her pussy clenched and she began moaning louder, unable to deny what a turn-on it was.

Soon, Steven began to groan louder, his hand reaching down to hold the back of Andrea's head as she bobbed on his cock.

"Oh fuck... suck it sweetheart, I'm almost there," he wheezed.

Derek, meanwhile, was pounding her pussy hard and fast, his hips slamming against her ass. Dean and Brian pinched her nipples and tugged them, her tits bouncing as she was fucked from both ends. She sucked Steven harder, and was soon rewarded with a powerful squirt of warm, thick semen, which filled her mouth. At the same time, Derek's cock swelled inside her and she felt him erupt, spilling his seed into her cunt with each thrust, pumping her full with another load. Although it didn't taste particularly good, she tried her best to swallow all of Steven's cum, figuring it wasn't often that he had a young slut to suck him off, but he kept spewing his jism until she felt it leak out from between her lips and drip down into her nose and over her face.

Being filled from both ends at the same time was too much for her, and she felt her body buck in response. The pleasure was intense as she came, still doing her best to swallow Steven's load, which was finally subsiding. Derek sighed loudly and leaned over her, kissing her tits.

"Damn girl, you're going to squeeze our dick heads off," laughed Brian, his and Dean's cock heads bulged obscenely above her thumb and index finger.

Steven finally slid his softening cock from her mouth as Derek eased his from her twice used pussy. Both men collapsed on nearby chairs trying to catch their breath as Andrea resumed her double handjob.

"I want more... please, I want more cum. Cum on me, sirs. Cum all over me!" she whimpered, still amazed at the dirty words coming almost involuntarily from her mouth.

She lifted her head and pulled Dean's dick to her mouth, bobbing her head aggressively on it, then switching to Brian's cock. She alternated between the two with feverish enthusiasm, craving another huge dick on her tongue almost as soon as the last one had popped from her mouth.

Andrea didn't care that she was lying spread eagle on a coffee table in a private room in a bar with five horny older men. She didn't care that she was being filmed acting like a slutty fuck toy. She didn't care that she'd just taken two big loads of cum in her pussy, and one in her mouth. She needed more. And she wasn't going to stop until she got it.

Brain and Dean watched her suck their massive cocks with amusement at first, admiring her lustful fervour, but soon they began to waver, moaning louder, thrusting their hips harder, driving their cocks deeper into her throat. She knew they were close, and she couldn't wait for her reward.

"Oh baby, fuck that's good..." moaned Dean.

Brian was squeezing her tit hard.

"Let's rinse this slut," he groaned.

Both men took control of their cocks, stroking them rapidly as looked down at the whore on the table. Her hands slid down to their balls, cupping them and rolling them in her fingers. Brian was the first to cum. He grunted and pumped his shaft, lobbing a huge, thick gob of cum across her tits, then another, and another.

Dean moaned and pointed his dick at her face, spurting a long rope of pearly cum across her face and into her hair. She giggled and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue, where Dean landed a perfectly placed shot, a big load sliding down into her throat, which she eagerly swallowed. 

"Oooouuu yeah! Gimme that cum! Cover your slut in your big, sticky loads!" she squealed, lapping at the cum that dripped over her lips and chin.

Th men then switched positions, Brian ejaculating over her face, and Dean spraying her tits with powerful jets of cum. Adam was standing next to Brian, chuckling as he filmed the whole thing, making sure to get close-ups of her cum-coated face and tits.

Finally, Dean and Brian were drained. Andrea couldn't believe how much they had cum. It was in her eyes and hair, and she could feel it pooling at her neck and dripping over her glazed tits in thick drops. She raised her hands and wiped the cum away from her eyes, slipping her fingers into her mouth and sucking them, then taking hold of the men's dicks once again to clean them up. She couldn't believe how good they tasted; much better than Steven. She sucked every last drop from them and even used their cocks to push the cum from her face into her mouth.

"Mmmmm, thank you sirs. You taste so yummy!" she giggled.

The men finally sat back down on the couch, satisfied it seemed, at least for now.

Andrea sat up on the table and looked down to survey the damage. Gobs of cum oozed from her fuck hole, and her face and tits dripped with their semen. She put her finger in her mouth and bit the end.

"Did I do a good job?" she asked into the camera.

"You did wonderfully, Andrea," said Adam.

"Yes, very good. But we're not finished with you yet, hun. Why don't you go get us some more drinks while we take a break?" Dean said.

Andrea's head jerked in her naughty neighbour's direction.

"What? Oh... um, ok... I guess I should get cleaned up," she stammered, looking around for her clothes.

"Oh no, my dear. That won't be necessary. Go as you are," Dean said firmly.

The other men laughed at his request, but looked at Andrea expectantly.

"Yeah sweetie, go get us the next round," said Steven, pointing to the doorway.

Andrea couldn't believe what she was being asked to do. Sure, the only person to see her in her cum-soaked state would be Kelly, but still, it made her feel like such a slut to even think about it. As if on cue, her pussy tingled and her skin broke out in goosebumps. She was excited by the thought. God... I must really be the slut I said I was, she silently mused.

Standing up and picking up her tray, Andrea felt more cum drip off her chin and slide down her firm, flat tummy to her bare, sensitive pussy lips. She struck a pose, the tray held high on her upturned palm and her other hand on her hip. Adam smiled as he continued to film her.

"Ok gentlemen, what will it be?" she asked saucily.

She took their orders and walked back to the dark hallway, still wearing her black heels and swaying her hips. Her heart raced as she approached the order window, licking a drop of cum from her upper lip. Kelly approached, but froze mid-stride as she saw Andrea, completely naked but for her high heels, and dripping with what appeared to be the thick, milky semen of several men.

Andrea shivered as Kelly looked at her, her hand over her mouth, her eyes looking like they would pop out of her head. She felt another warm load ooze from inside her cunt and slide down her inner thigh.

"Well? How do I look?" she asked, shamelessly posing for Kelly.

The exhibitionist inside Andrea was revelling in the attention, not just from the men, but from the young bartender as well. She could feel her pussy juices flowing again.

"Holy shit, Andrea..." was all Kelly could manage. "Is that...?"

Andrea nodded cheerfully, more cum dripping from her chin.

"Mmhmm. I've already made all of them cum," she said proudly.

Kelly was speechless, her eyes roaming over every inch of Andrea's sexy, sperm-glazed body. Andrea broke the silence again, ordering the men's drinks. Kelly opened her mouth to speak, then, thinking better of it, she turned away awkwardly and got the drink order. Andrea waited patiently at the window, casually running her finger up between her tits, collecting some cum and popping it into her mouth, wondering if she was tasting Dean's delicious cum, or Brian's, or both.

When Kelly returned and ogled Andrea's body again, her pulse quickened and her nipples became hard. Always the eager exhibitionist, Andrea leaned on the counter and smiled broadly at Kelly, blinking cum from one of her eyes.

"You think I'm a whore, don't you?" Andrea said boldly.

"Uh... I don't... look, I'm not going to judge-" began Kelly, blushing deeply.

"-cause I'm not. I mean, Yes, I am a whore," she giggled, then continued, "I'm just not getting paid. That guy Dean in there, he's my neighbour. I've agreed to be his naughty little slut and do whatever he wants with me. The guys are giving me tips to do things, but I would have done them for free."

Kelly looked into Andrea's eyes, judging her sincerity.

"So... you're just doing this for fun?" she finally asked.

"Well, I'm doing it because Dean wanted me to. He controls me, and I'm his fuck toy. But I'm actually loving it. God... I'm such a SLUT!" she exclaimed, smiling at the idea.

It felt good to make this confession. To admit to an almost complete stranger that Dean owned her, and could use her pussy whenever he wished. It made it more real. She loved feeling like a naughty cock-craving whore.

"Oh my god," giggled Kelly. "So, like... have they all fucked you already?"

"No, not yet," said Andrea, matter-of-factly. "Two of the men took turns fucking me and came in my pussy, the old guy I sucked off until he came in my mouth, and I sucked and stroked Dean and the black guy Brian until they came on my face and tits, as you can see."

"Wow. All that cum is from just two guys?! You must be really good to be able to handle five cocks like that," said Kelly in admiration.

"Yeah, Dean's been developing my talents."

"Are they, like, taking a break now? What do you think they'll ask you to do next?" Kelly was now leaning on the counter on one elbow. Andrea thought she must be able to smell the pungent aroma of semen off her skin and on her breath.

"Gosh, I don't know. I guess the other three guys will want to fuck me," Andrea mused.

Kelly looked her up and down again.

"Um, yeah!" she said sarcastically. "But there are five horny older guys out there... do you think they're going to want to, like, all do you at the same time?" Kelly let the question hang in the air.

"You mean are they going to fuck me in every hole at once?" asked Andrea, feeling a jolt of excitement flow through her body.

"Yeah," nodded Kelly, herself seeming to become aroused.

"Oh wow... do you think they would do that? I've never even been fucked in the ass before," admitted Andrea, her pussy getting wetter by the second.

"Hun, you just let five guys jizz in and on you like a dirty cum slut. Of course they're going to want to fuck you in every hole!" exclaimed Kelly.

"I guess I'll have to see what Dean says. If he wants him and his friends to fuck my pussy, ass, and mouth, while I jerk two cocks off, then I'll do it.," said Andrea, her face and chest feeling hot, and her pussy tingling.

"Oh my god, you poor little slut!" giggled Kelly.

"Yeah... but I'd be lying if I said I didn't want it."

The girls shared a laugh as Andrea collected her tray. Kelly looked at her longingly, biting the nail of her pinky finger. Suddenly, she turned and bent down to retrieve something from a nearby cupboard.

"You might need these," she said, handing Andrea a couple small, clean white towels.

"Thanks, hun," Andrea replied, taking the towels in her free hand.

"Have fun, naughty girl," Kelly said as Andrea returned to the room.

She returned to a scene that looked somewhat comical: five grown men lounging around on the leather furniture, all stark naked with flaccid penises, talking casually as if nothing was out-of-place. She smirked, then looked down at her own body, which was streaked with rivulets of cum, appreciating the fact that she was one of the actors in this erotic drama.

When the men noticed her, she was greeted by a chorus of cheers.

"You must have been quite a sight to the bartender, my dear," said Steven as Andrea approached the men and began to distribute their drinks.

"She was pretty shocked, but nice enough to give me some towels. Anyone want to help this little cum slut clean up?" she offered.

Derek was on his feet before she even finished her sentence. Dean stood as well, each of them taking a towel and carefully wiping her down, cleaning the cum from her body until-with the exception of a few sticky streaks in her hair-she was clean again. 

"Thank you sirs," she chirped politely, touching each of them on the arm.

She noticed that Derek's cock was nearly fully hard again, and Dean's had begun to swell. Her pussy tingled pleasantly, and she could still smell the sex thickly lingering in the air.

"So, gentlemen, what are you going to do to me next?" she asked, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the group with a saucy grin.

Dean put his warm hand on the small of her back, causing her stomach to flutter and her knees to become weak. Even just his touch on her skin now was enough to make her heart pound and her pussy moisten. He guided her to the large couch where Steven, Brian, and Adam were seated.

"Get on your knees and suck us until we're nice and hard again, sweetie," he instructed, putting a hand on her shoulder and pushing her down to kneel in front of Steven.

"Yes, sir," she agreed, leaning down and picking up Steven's limp dick with her left hand, and Brian's huge cock with her right.

Andrea began stroking the two men as they sipped their drinks, watching her tits jiggle as she felt their dicks swell and harden in her palms. She dipped her head and began sucking off the old man, while still jerking Brian off. After getting him back to rock hardness, she shifted across to kneel between Brian's legs, slipping his dick head between her lips and reaching across to Adam, who was already hard.

She bobbed her head on Brian's cock, taking it deep enough to bump the back of her throat as she gave Steven and Adam handjobs. Derek sat on the wide arm of the couch next to Adam, eagerly waiting his turn as Dean stood next to him, watching Andrea work. 

"Mmmmmm," she hummed on Brian's throbbing cock before popping it from her mouth and moving to Adam, stroking Brian and Derek.

Adam used his hand to push her head down, making her swallow his whole length. With her hands occupied, she was unable to resist, and he fucked her mouth, his balls bouncing off her chin. Finally he let her up for air, and she gasped, spit dripping from her mouth to his hard prick.

"Damn, she didn't miss a beat," said Derek, noticing that while Adam was throat-fucking her she maintained her firm grip and quick stroking pace on his and Brian's cocks.

She giggled and moved to Derek, who eagerly guided his big dick between her spit-soaked lips. Her hands fumbled for Dean's cock, which was now as hard as the men's she had just sucked. She blew Derek with enthusiasm, looking up at him as she bobbed her head, stroking Adam and Dean rapidly. Derek rocked his hips with her rhythm, driving his cock down her throat, but she managed to suppress her gag reflex and deep-throated him like a pro.

Despite Derek's protests, Andrea finally moved on to Dean, first tickling his balls with her tongue, then licking slowly up his long shaft, her tongue circling the crown of his cock playfully. He smiled down at her, his hands on his hips, letting her work her oral magic on him. As she descended on him, taking inch after inch down her throat, she thought she might cum just from sucking him off, seeing his lustful expression above her, his firm abs, his strong chest and shoulders, his dominant air.

"Come on, honey, don't forget poor Derek," Brian interjected.

Andrea quickly reached up and gripped Derek's cock, stroking her spit along its length as her other hand was busy playing with Dean's heavy balls. After giving Dean head for a little longer than the other men, she reluctantly moved back to Steven and started her rotation anew. She worked her way along the line of horny men, sucking and stroking them until she could taste their pre-cum, and feel their hips buck against her face. She did several rounds until she ended up back at Dean, pulling his dripping shaft from her mouth and rubbing it on her face.

"Oh god, I can't take any more of this. I need to fuck this bitch!" announced Steven, jerking himself off as he stared at Andrea's ass.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 10



Dean helped Andrea to her feet and led her over to Steven. Brian and Adam got up off the couch and Steven shifted over to the middle. Dean turned her around and helped her up on the couch, her feet on either side of Steven's legs. She guided his dick to her dripping pussy and sat on it, feeling it enter her as Steven groaned loudly.

"Aaaahhh jeez... she IS tight!" he said, his hands sliding up her belly to her tits.

She began bouncing on the executive director's cock, letting him molest her tits roughly as he wheezed. Brian and Derek stood on the couch on either side of her and she quickly gripped their cocks, stroking them as she rode Steven. She pulled their cocks closer so she could take turns sucking them. In her brief moments of self-awareness, she was still amazed at what a slut she was being, and how much it turned her on.

"Come on boss, Dean and I haven't had a turn with her yet," complained Brian.

"Oh alright then. You boys are in for a treat," he replied, pushing Andrea's ass away from his cock.

She climbed off Steven and felt a pair of big, strong hands grip her hips and spin her around. Steven, red-faced and panting, struggled to stand up, moving out of the way as Adam took his place on the couch. Brian, who had spun her around to face the couch again, was pushing himself against her ass and groping her firm, perky tits as he kissed her neck.

"I'm gonna fuck you from behind, baby. Bend over," he said, not waiting for her to obey, but pushing her over as he held her hip.

Her hands flew out to catch herself on the couch, and Adam's cock bobbed in her face. He lowered her mouth to his dick as Dean and Derek sat beside him. Without being asked, Andrea's hands moved to the sides and found the men's hard cocks, stroking them again. Meanwhile, Brian squeezed her buttocks and smacked his heavy dick against them. He began stroking his thick meat against her labia, then nudged the tip between them.

Andrea gasped around Adam's cock as she felt Brian's big dick head stretch her pussy wide as he forcing himself inside her. It made her recall the first time Dean had fucked her in his bedroom, and how he had stretched her pussy with his massive cock. She felt Brian's fingers dig into her hips as he eased deeper into her.

"Damn girl, you have the tightest pussy I've ever fucked," moaned Brian.

"Thank you sir," she said breathlessly, then resumed sucking Adam's cock as she jerked Dean and Derek.

Brian wasted no time, and began fucking her hard, holding her hips so she wouldn't fall over from the force of his thrusts. She squealed and moaned as she moved from one dick to the next, sucking and stroking while Brian fucked her. After several minutes, Brian pulled his dick out.

"Time to fuck the guest of honour, slut," he said, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

Andrea stood up straight, her cunt aching with desire for her neighbour.

"How do you want me, sir?" she asked.

Pointing at his turgid cock, Dean said, "Sit on my cock, facing me. I want you to ride me."

Andrea practically jumped onto the couch, reaching down to guide Dean's throbbing member to her used fuck hole. She lowered herself down on his dick, taking him inside more easily than last time, since Brian had stretched her out. Dean tilted his head back and moaned as she descended on him, taking him deep inside her. She gripped his shoulders with her nails and cried out as she felt him sink all the way inside her pussy, nudging her cervix.

"Oooh fuck, sir! You're so deep!" she exclaimed.

Dean slid his hands up and down her body, caressing her tits and squeezing her ass, stroking her back and playfully spanking her firm buttocks. As soon as she began to grind against him, his cock buried to the hilt inside her, she came.

Her body tensed and she gasped, her eyes widening as her pussy clenched him hard.

"I'm cumming on your cock!" she squealed as she dug her nails into his shoulders, throwing her head back.

Waves like electrical current coursed through her limbs and her heart hammered in her chest. She let her orgasm wash over her as Dean lowered his head to her tits, kissing, licking, and sucking them. She jerked and twitched at his touch.

"This slut loves a big cock," chuckled Dean.

"Yes, sir, I do. I love all your cocks. I want you all to fuck me and use me all night. I'm your dirty little whore!" she said gleefully.

She began fucking Dean properly then, sliding up and down on his enormous member. Dean leaned back and felt up her bouncing tits as the other men stood on the couch and took turns feeding her their cocks. They spanked her ass as she rode Dean and ran their hands over her body, pinching her nipples. It wasn't long before she came again, looking down at Dean with lustful eyes while she jerked Adam and Brian's cocks in her face. Her juices dripped over his shaft and balls, making wet slapping sounds as she dropped her ass on him.

Andrea was passed around among the horny men like a plate of delicious hors d'oeuvres. She was fucked on the table, on the couches, on the floor, and even on the bar. While one man fucked her, she was simultaneously pleasing two or three others as best she could, sucking and stroking their hungry cocks tirelessly. The odd man out was usually feeling up her body and/or filming the spectacle on Dean's phone, capturing all her filthy acts as they unfolded. 

Time and time again, she marvelled at her unbridled lust, and thought about what a naughty whore she was, letting five men use her in such depraved ways. She knew she was just their party favour, and she loved it. She craved their cocks, their cum, their hands all over her young, nubile body. She was sure none of them had ever experienced such a willing slut, and it got her off to be able to service them.

It was while she was on all fours on the floor getting fucked from behind by Adam and sucking Dean off while stroking Derek and Steven that she felt her asshole touched by some curious fingers. She briefly paused what she was doing and tensed up.

"Oh!" she squeaked.

"Fuck Andrea, your asshole is so cute, I just had to touch it," Adam said.

"I can't believe no one's suggested fucking her in the ass yet," said Brian, sounding surprised as he filmed a close up of Andrea's anus as Adam pushed on it with his fingertip.

Andrea looked back over her shoulder.

"I've... I've never had anal before," she said timidly.

She actually felt nervous. What would Brian, or Derek's, or Dean's cock feel like stretching her asshole out? 

"There's no time like the present," said Derek, reaching down to pull one of her ass cheeks to the side. 

"Hey, if anyone's going to fuck her in the ass, it's going to be Dean," said Steven. "Come on boys, let's get her ready."

Adam looked disappointed, but slid his cock out of Andrea as the men flipped her over, lying her on the soft rug on the floor, pushing the coffee table out of the way. Andrea soon found herself surrounded by all five men, Dean between her spread legs. Steven and Derek held her legs on either side, pulling them apart and spreading her to her maximum, forcing her hips to tip up, exposing her wet pussy and puckered rosebud. The men murmured approvingly as Brian and Adam shuffled so they were kneeling by her head. 

Instinctively, she reached out to take hold of Steven and Brian's cocks, her mouth opening and seeking whichever of the other men's cocks would fill it first, like a baby bird waiting for her mother to feed her. She was in heat, burning with lust, feeling empty and needing to be filled. She was nervous about Dean's huge cock stretching her tight ass, but excited too. She had made a promise to be his slut, and to pleasure him in any way he wished, and she wasn't about to break that promise now. 

Andrea watched as Dean, Brian, and Steven all spit on her pussy and butthole, letting the saliva drip all over her private areas. Dean used his dick head to spread the spit around, mostly distributing it over her asshole and nudging it gently. Derek's cock found its way into Andrea's waiting mouth and she sucked him eagerly as Adam squeezed her tits.

"Fuck, this is going to be tight," Dean murmured as his colleagues chuckled.

"Hold on Dean, you don't want to hurt the poor slut," laughed Brian, sliding his fingers down over her lubed pussy lips and anus, then easing the tip of his finger inside her butthole.

"Mmmmm!" Andrea moaned around Derek's big cock as she felt first one finger, then another penetrate her asshole.

Steven had also inserted his finger, and the two men fingered her anus, carefully stretching it and getting it soaked in their spit. Andrea blushed, embarrassed about being anally fingered by the older men, but she had to admit to herself that it excited her. Her hips began to move and her nipples hardened against Adam's warm palms. She slid Derek's cock from her lips and looked down her body. Dean's cock was standing at attention as he stroked it slowly, waiting for his friends to loosen her up.

"I'm ready, sir. Please fuck my ass. It's yours. Take my anal virginity," she cooed, needing him more than ever.

Dean grinned as the men removed their fingers and spread her ass cheeks apart. He moved forward, batting his heavy cock against her clit and pussy lips, then sliding it down until the head slotted against her butthole. He eased forward and Andrea gasped as she felt her sphincter stretch, a jolt of pain running up her body.

"Oh fuck!" she yelped as Dean's cock head popped into her asshole.

He paused there, as she panted, adjusting to his size, the pain gradually abating. She had stopped jerking Steven and Brian, but still gripped their cocks tightly. She felt a thrill, knowing that Dean was the first man to put his cock inside her ass.

"It's ok, sir. Fuck me," she sighed, nodding at Dean.

He pushed forward again, and Andrea's body jerked as her ass was stretched wide by his girth. She let out a long, loud moan as he slid into her bottom, biting her lip. When he was a few inches inside her, he paused again to let her adjust, then began gently easing his cock in and out of her ass. The abundance of spit helped to lubricate his shaft, and soon he had built a steady rhythm, fucking her tender ass.

"Goddamn, your ass is so fucking tight, Andrea," Dean groaned, barely maintaining his composure.

She began jerking the cocks in her hands once more, and Adam guided her mouth to his knob as she began suckling him. She felt hands all over her body: her calves, thighs, pussy, stomach tits, neck. The initial pain she experienced from getting buttfucked by Dean had now faded to a dull throb of pleasure. She gave in to the overwhelming sensations, losing herself in the torrid pleasures of her gang-bang. Her pussy was soaked, leaking her juices down onto Dean's thrusting cock, assisting its movement into her bowels.

"Come on Dean, you're barely inside her. Fuck this slut's ass deep," encouraged Adam, cupping one of Andrea's tits as she sucked him off.

Andrea felt Dean's hands grip her waist firmly as he drove his cock forcefully into her bottom. She felt him fill her ass completely, taking her breath away for a moment.

"Fuck yeah! How does that big dick feel in your ass, Andrea?" asked Derek as he pinched her nipple.

"Oh god, I love it! I love his cock deep in my ass!" she cried as Derek's cock quickly shut her up again, pushing into her mouth.

Dean now pounded her ass, nearly his whole length disappearing into her soft bowels. He grunted and groaned as he took her ass, and her body bounced and jerked with every powerful thrust. This was too much for her, and another intense orgasm washed over her, racking her body with spikes of ecstasy. Her pussy leaked cunt juice abundantly as she jerked the men fast and hard, feeling their cocks throb in her hands.

"There you go, baby, your first anal orgasm," chuckled Dean as he fucked her bottom.

She slipped Derek's cock from her mouth and whimpered, "Thank you sir... thank you..." her body buzzing with post-orgasmic bliss. 

The men shifted positions, each getting a turn being sucked or jerked, all except Dean who was the only one fortunate enough to enjoy Andrea's tight ass. After another several minutes of being ass-fucked, Dean pulled out, panting, his hands on his thighs, his cock waving in the air.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to need to cum again soon," moaned Derek, feeding his cock down Andrea's throat.

"Wait. There's one more thing we need to try," said Dean. "Let's see if this slut has what it takes to pleasure five men at the same time."

Andrea gagged on Derek's cock and spat it out, staring incredulously at her neighbour.

"Wh... what do you mean, sir?" she asked, but she already knew the answer.

Without a word, everyone seemed to know what to do. Andrea felt hands lift her up and flip her over, making her straddle Brian. She began rubbing her wet pussy along his huge, black shaft. Derek knelt near Brian's head and forced his cock into her mouth once again, filling it until her nose pressed against his abdomen. Her hands once again found two cocks, Steven's and Adam's, and she began stroking them as Brian supported her, feeling up her tits. 

She moved her hips until she felt Brian's cock head ease its way into her pussy. She began fucking him slowly, taking him deep as she sucked and jerked the other cocks. This was the moment of truth: she was pleasuring four men, and had one hole still left to be filled. 

She felt Dean's hands grip her buttocks and pull them apart. She stopped fucking Brian for a moment to allow Dean to position himself at her butthole. She moaned as she looked up at Derek, her eyes watering as Dean's cock popped back into her tight ass and slid inside several inches. She even pushed back against him, sliding both him and Brian deep inside her.

She was stuffed full of cock. She never thought she'd feel as full as she did right at that moment, and she almost came right then and there. It was incredible, and she began moving her body in response. Dean and Brian began thrusting alternately into her holes as Derek fucked her mouth. She stroked Steven and Adam enthusiastically.

She had done it. She was simultaneously pleasuring five older men like a filthy cock whore, and she loved it. Her every hole was stuffed full of cock, and the throbbing shafts in her palms made her even more horny. She now knew what it was like to be truly gang-banged like a cheap slut. She revelled in the pleasure, the naughtiness, the sheer kinkiness of the moment as the men had their way with her sexy young body.

The men grunted and groaned, pawing at her body, fucking her holes, enjoying her as much as she enjoyed them. She heard comments and praise, barely able to tell whom was saying what.

"Oh god, Andrea, you're such a naughty slut!"

"Yeah, take our cocks, whore!"

"Fuck you're a tight bitch."

"Take it, baby, make us cum."

"I knew you were a dirty fuck toy the moment you walked through the door."

She lost track of time as the men used her, sometimes switching positions, but with Dean always in her ass. Someone was always filming with their free hand, and there were so many luscious angles to soak in, she was sure it would be the dirtiest video she's ever seen. She did her best to keep up, and moaned and screamed like a bitch in heat as she was gang banged. Somehow the men found themselves in the same configuration as when they started fucking her, and she heard Derek announce his impending orgasm. She couldn't believe it, but she almost felt disappointed. She didn't want her five-on-one gangbang to end.

"Fuck, here it comes," grunted Derek, pounding his dick into her throat.

At the same time, Brian squeezed her tits and bucked his hips, saying, "Aaaah! I'm cumming too!"

As Derek's big cock swelled in her mouth, Brian's twitched in her pussy, and both cocks began erupting, spurting hot cum down her throat and deep inside her pussy at the same time. She had never experienced anything like it, and came instantly as they pumped her full of their seed. She loved the taste of Derek's spunk as it filled her mouth, and Brian's cock pules as he emptied himself into her cunt. Dean's massive cock still pistoned in and out of her ass, and the feeling of the three biggest cocks she'd ever had fucking her at once was overwhelming.

When she had swallowed as much of Derek's cum as she could, she felt Dean lift her off Brian and bring her to the couch. She spread her legs obediently as Adam and Steven knelt beside her. She quickly stroked them off and sucked one, then the other as Dean positioned himself between her legs and put his dick back into her ass. He fucked her mercilessly as she stroked and sucked the other men.

"Cum on me! Shoot your spunk all over me! Make me your cum slut! I want it so bad!" she begged, looking up at them pleadingly.

Steven and Adam instantly obliged, both cocks beginning to spurt at almost the same time, throwing thick ropes of semen across her face from each side as she opened her mouth to catch the warm treat. She felt her pussy contract as she came again, receiving spurt after spurt of their cum on her face and tits, licking up and swallowing as much as she could. Dean was pounding her wildly, her body jerking and her tits jiggling violently. 

"Cum for me, sir! Please give it to me! Cum in my ass!" she screamed as the last of the men's cum dripped over her tits.

Her words were enough to push Dean over the edge and he winced as his cock expanded inside her asshole, his seed exploding into her bowels with powerful jets. Again, Andrea came, her asshole contracting on Dean's thick member. He pulled out of her and let fly several streams of his cum over her pussy, across her stomach, even reaching all the way to her jiggling tits. The waves of her orgasm were powerful, and she writhed as she was bathed in cum, squeezing the abundant loads from her pussy and ass, letting it drip down onto the leather of the couch in large, sticky pools.

Finally, the last of Dean's cum dribbled out of his cock and over her used holes. They panted breathlessly. Andrea's face and body were covered in the men's warm, pearly cum, and she relished the feeling of it dripping over her skin and oozing out of her pussy and asshole. She absently rubbed Steven and Adam's softening cocks around her nipples and over her glistening tits as Dean dipped his cock back and forth into her pussy and ass, pushing more cum out.

"Holy shit..." said Derek as he continued to film, "that was fucking incredible."

"I hope I was a good enough slut for you, sirs," said Andrea, looking around at the men's satisfied expressions, already knowing the answer.

"I've never seen a sluttier whore, Andrea," said Dean, rubbing his dick head on her sensitive clit, making her jump.

"Thank you, sir," she said, beaming at him.

The rest of the night was a blur for Andrea. She lost count of how many times she was fucked and cum on or in. She did everything the men asked of her and more, the only rule being that Dean had exclusive rights to her ass. By the end, everyone was completely exhausted and drained, and Andrea, naked and covered in a fresh coating of sticky semen, passed out on the couch.

She vaguely remembered Dean helping to clean her up, and take her home in a cab. He ran a bath for her at her place and left her to soak in the tub, thanking her for a spectacular night. She woke up naked in her bed the next morning, her pussy and ass feeling somewhat sore, but recalled the previous night with an excitement that made her wet again. She got up and checked her email, finding one from Dean with an attachment.

'Thought you might like this little keepsake from last night. Thank you for being such a good little slut. Look forward to doing you again soon. -Dean'




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 10



The attachment was a large video file. As Andrea watched the naughty slut take on five horny older men with seemingly little difficulty, she acknowledged once again that she belonged to Dean. She was his little slut to control.

And she loved it.



The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 11



'Business Development from the Bottom Up'

It was rather unusual for Dean to be visited in his office by the company's Executive Director. Dean had only met Steven Hawksburn a handful of times, the latest occasion being when he was treated to a celebratory evening out with some of the higher-ups at the company as thanks for securing a large, lucrative contract with a long-pursued high profile client. Ultimately, Dean thought absently, they really should have been thanking me for bringing my naughty slut neighbour Andrea to the party. Dean felt a smile tug at his lips, but upon seeing Mr. Hawksburn's stern expression, he remained as impassive as he could. His initial belief that Steven had come down to thank him for last week's gangbang quickly vanished as Steven looked him in the eyes and spoke. 

"We have a problem."

Straightening up in his chair and folding his hands on the top of his desk, Dean frowned and leaned forward as Steven sat in the chair in front of his desk. This must be serious, he thought; there was not even an acknowledgement that Dean, himself, and three of their colleagues repeatedly fucked a young, sexy blonde waitress who was willing to do almost any filthy thing they requested.

"What is it, sir?" asked Dean.

"It's the Callahan deal," Steven said, then cleared his throat. "Seems they're reconsidering the terms of the contract."

"What? But Nat and I have corresponded with their office many times. There was never any mention of edits to the contract."

"There are now," grumbled Steven.

You'd think he'd be in a better mood, despite this setback, thought Dean. He got to enjoy a talented, willing slut less than half his age pleasure him, and now he dumps this on me.

"The edited contract that was returned to us is hardly worth the paper it's written on," continued Steven, running his hand over his balding head.

"I'm sorry, sir... I thought we'd reached an agreement with them," said Dean, not sure what Steven expected him to do about it. After all, it was the executives that had to sign off on any contracts.

There was a pause as both men looked at each other. Finally, Steven sighed and spoke again.

"Callahan and his board have requested a meeting."

Another pause. Dean raised his eyebrows, waiting for Steven to continue.

"He has requested that you-only you-attend," Steven finished reluctantly, obviously offended by the request.

"Me? Look, Mr. Hawksburn, I understand that I secured the initial contract, but this is usually up to you and the board to negotiate-"

"-this request is non-negotiable," Steven said firmly, interrupting Dean.

He quickly stood and buttoned his suit jacket.

"The meeting's tomorrow, 3pm, their offices," he said, then took a step toward Dean's desk, resting a chubby hand on the table top.

"Dean. Whatever you did last time... do it again."

Dean could practically see the importance of this upcoming meeting weighing on Mr. Hawksburn's shoulders. He offered Steven a conciliatory smile.

"I'll take care of it, sir," Dean said confidently.

And if he could involve his young, sexy neighbour, he had every reason to be confident.

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"So, why does he want to meet with you again?" asked Andrea as Dean gestured to her to enter the elevator ahead of him.

They had just made their way through the massive lobby of the office building in which Mr. Callahan's company resided. Dean stepped into the elevator behind Andrea and pushed the button for the twenty-fourth floor.

"He claims he wasn't happy with the terms of the contract. Sometimes clients do this to try to get you to cave in to certain unfavourable changes to the agreement. It's probably an empty threat," replied Dean, turning to face his attractive neighbour.

"I see. So if it's just an empty threat, then why are you bringing me along?" she asked, giving him a cheeky grin.

Dean chuckled, understanding the question to be rhetorical. The previous night, as he gazed across his back yard into Andrea's bedroom window, watching her emerge from her bathroom wrapped in a towel, he had sent her a text. It read: 'You're going to join me for a client meeting tomorrow. I'll pick you up from your house at 2pm. Be ready.' He watched her turn her head toward her desk, walking over to pick up her phone. She read the message, then turned her head to look out the window.

Dean's light was off, but he knew that she would know he was watching. She walked up to her bedroom window, then looked back down at her phone. A moment later, Dean received a text. 'What should I wear? ;)' Then she slowly unwrapped her towel, dropping it at her feet, exposing her lean, fit, naked body to the neighbourhood, as she had done so many times before.

Smiling to himself, Dean admired her body, then began composing another text.

Looking her up and down in the elevator, Dean was pleased that she had followed his instructions to the letter. Black high heels and stockings, a tight, short pencil skirt, with a snug matching suit jacket. Underneath, Dean could see the thin fabric of her sheer white top, buttoned low. To complete the look, she wore red lipstick, black-rimmed glasses, and had her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, with a few locks framing her pretty oval face. She batted her long eyelashes at him, her dark mascara accentuating them.

"How do I look?" she asked, giggling.

"Give me a turn, honey," Dean said, making a circular motion with his index finger.

She turned around, sticking out her perfect ass, then turned back to face him, unbuttoning her jacket and holding it open for him to see underneath. Her scarlet red, lacy push-up bra showed clearly through her sheer top, her pouting breasts on display between the buttons of her shirt.

"Perfect," Dean hummed approvingly.

Andrea buttoned her jacket again, picking up her handbag and facing the doors as they stopped at a floor. A couple men got on, engaged in conversation, which ended abruptly as they laid eyes on the corporate vision in front of them. They stared openly at Andrea as the door slid shut again.

"Floor?" she asked innocently, her finger poised over the round elevator buttons buttons.

"Um... right, yes. Uh, thirty-six please," stammered the younger of the two men, gesturing awkwardly at the buttons.

Andrea bent over-unnecessarily-inspecting the buttons closely as she let the men soak in the view of her firm, toned ass. They both stared at her bottom as she pushed the button, looking back at them and wiggling it subtly, then winking. Dean smirked and shook his head as the elevator ascended.

They reached the twenty-fourth floor, Andrea turning back to the two men and waving, saying, "Bye boys." The men stared hungrily at her as the doors closed in front of them. She seemed to be enjoying her power. Dean and Andrea approached the reception desk as other people traversed the lobby. An attractive young woman with a black bob greeted them.

"We're here to see Mr. Callahan," Dean said.

"Of course. You're Dean, right? They're expecting you. Just head down the hall and into the first door on the right," she replied, smiling brightly at him.

"Thank you."

Making their way down the hall, Andrea looked at Dean quizzically. 

"'They?'" she said.

Before he could answer, they reached the closed boardroom door. Andrea was still looking imploringly at Dean, but he ignored her, his expression neutral. He knocked once, then opened the door.

He stepped into the large boardroom, gorgeous panoramic city views along the north-facing side of the room.

"Gentlemen," he said.

On their way over, Dean had explained to Andrea that Mr. Callahan had requested another meeting. What Dean had failed to tell Andrea was that this meeting wasn't with Mr. Callahan exclusively. It was with the entire board of the company.

There were two seats at the large, long table reserved for Dean and Andrea. Dean approached Mr. Callahan and shook his hand, then sat down across from the board members. Andrea seemed frozen for a moment at the door as she looked around at the six men seated at the table.

"Oh, forgive me. This is my PA Andrea," Dean said. "Andrea, I'm sure you remember Mr. Callahan."

Dean's words seemed to break her paralysis. 

"Yes, how could I forget," she said, swaying her hips as she approached him. "Nice to see you again, Mr. Callahan," she continued, shaking his hand politely and giving him a winning smile.

He murmured something and looked away quickly, then Andrea and Dean took their seats across the table from the board members. The table was clear glass, which Dean was pleased about: it meant that all the board members would have a clear view of Andrea's gorgeous legs.

Brief introductions were made. John Callahan, managing director, Kevin, COO, Scott, CEO, Tim, CFO, Greg, board member, and Carl, board member. All men were at least middle aged, or older, Carl being the eldest. His white hair and wrinkled skin put him at at least his mid-sixties. Kevin appeared to be the youngest, maybe just into his 40's. He was Asian, slim, with dark hair and wire-rimmed glasses. Scott was a burly man of around 50, with salt-and-pepper hair, though he looked younger since he evidently kept himself in good shape. Tim was a tall, lean black man, probably closest in age to Kevin, and the most attractive of the group. Finally, Greg was stocky and a little overweight, with grey hair, and was probably in his mid-50's.

Dean watched Andrea's reactions as she was introduced to the men. She handled herself well, despite the fact that Dean had surprised her with a group rather than an individual. He had no doubt that her mind was racing, wondering how she would be able to handle seven men at once. In fact, Dean was wondering the same thing. 

He was curious to see how the meeting might play out. Not just in terms of Andrea's actions, but in terms of the contract negotiations. Despite having Andrea as his secret weapon, he was still expected to come out with a good result for the company. This was not going to be a cake walk.

Discussions about the contract began, with the board members voicing their opinions, and Dean countering with what he hoped would be persuasive arguments. Andrea observed the interactions, taking notes as appropriate, no doubt wondering what Dean had in mind for her. After fifteen minutes, right when the discussions started to become more intense, Dean played his first card.

"Andrea, could you please go to the table and pour us some water, hun?" he said after a pause in the discussions.

"Yes, sir," she said quickly, standing up and walking to the side of the room, swaying her hips again.

Dean saw six pairs of eyes follow her bottom as it wiggled for them.

"Mr. Callahan, the fact remains that we had agreed on the contract weeks ago. I'm still trying to understand what might have occurred to make you change your mind," Dean said.

"Through discussions with the board, we have identified a number of items that we think should be amended. Frankly, for John to agree without consulting the board was an oversight," said Scott.

"I understand. But I believe the presentation John was given provided insight into our client relationship processes that highlight additional benefits of working with us over and above the strict contract terms," Dean replied, glancing at John.

Mr. Callahan shifted uncomfortably. Of course he hadn't told the board about getting a blowjob from Dean's sexy assistant. If this information came out, he would likely find himself in hot water with his colleagues.

"It's true, Scott. Dean and Andrea's presentation gave me confidence that they would be able to deliver on their promises," John said, glancing at Andrea as she carried the tray of glasses around the table.

She handed a glass to each board member, bending at the waist to give them a glorious view down her top at her breasts, at which each man started unabashedly. While they were distracted, Dean quickly scrawled a note and placed it on Andrea's notepad. She returned the tray and walked back to her chair, looking down at the notepad.

'Take off your jacket', it read.

Andrea's eyes widened at the note, and she looked at Dean. He returned her gaze and gave her a barely-perceptible nod.

"You still need board approval, John," barked Greg. "This isn't a one-man show."

"Greg's right. I mean, what was it exactly that gave you such confidence that..." 

Tim trailed off as his eyes drifted from John to Andrea. She had unbuttoned her suit jacket and was slowly sliding it from her shoulders. Her breasts pushed outward as the jacked slipped down her arms. Her top was so revealing, particularly with the light of the windows behind her, that her whole silhouette was clearly visible. Her red bra showed clearly through her top, and she placed the jacket on the back of her chair, sitting down as every man in the room stared at her.

"... that they... can deliver on... on their agreement," Tim finished awkwardly.

The discussion continued, though most of the men were now thoroughly distracted by Andrea as she played with the tip of her pen against her lips, touched her chest with her fingertips, and even unfastened another button on her shirt so her cleavage showed even more obviously.

Dean sat back as the discussion now seemed to be between John and the rest of the board. John felt inclined to defend his position, while the board demanded an explanation. Finally, under pressure, John cracked.

"Look, gentlemen," he said, pulling at the collar of his shirt. "Andrea was uniquely able to highlight some of the, shall-we-say, non-contractual benefits of engaging with their company."

A suspenseful silence permeated the room.

"What the hell are you on about, John?" asked Carl, removing his bifocals and rubbing his temples, clearly frustrated.

Mr. Callahan looked pleadingly at Dean, then Andrea.

"I... I think perhaps she could demonstrate these benefits much better than I could explain them," he offered.

Andrea looked at John, then at Dean. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks flushed. Dean knew she was nervous, but he was willing to bet her panties were already soaked.

"John's right. Andrea, perhaps you'd like to show the board some of our company's assets," Dean suggested, leaning back in his chair and grinning at Andrea.

He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. She fidgeted with her pen as she looked around the room at the men, all waiting for her response.

"Y-yes, sir," she finally agreed.

Slowly, Andrea stood, pushing her chair back and out of the way. All the men waited in silence for her to proceed, all but John and Dean unsure of what to expect. She looked around the room again, then turned around and took a step toward the boardroom floor-to-ceiling window.

The silence felt tense, fragile. Andrea ran her hands down her waist and over her hips, down her thighs to the hem of her tight skirt. Hooking her fingertips under the hem, Andrea looked over her shoulder at the men and, with a cheeky smirk, began to slide her skirt up her thighs.

A sudden excited murmur arose from the board members, and Dean heard gasps and surprised drawing of breath. The lacy tops of Andrea's thigh high stockings were revealed, then the soft curves of the bottom of her ass cheeks. She paused there.

"What is the meaning of-" began Greg, who looked a little uncomfortable.

"-shut up Connell," snapped Scott. "Please, continue the presentation, my dear."

"Yes, sir," replied Andrea, giggling.

Once again, her fingers pulled up on her skirt, and her glorious ass was exposed to the men, a thin strip of red fabric running between her buttocks, and a wide, lacy band of material circling low on her hips. No matter how many times he had seen it, Andrea's firm bottom always amazed Dean, and his cock began to swell in his suit pants. He had truly never seen a more perfect ass.

Once her skirt reached her waist, Andrea stuck her sexy ass out and wiggled it, teasing the men with her toned cheeks, smooth, lean thighs, and the hint of her mound concealed by the material of her thong. Once again, a tense silence filled the room. The board members' eyes were practically burning holes in Andrea's pert posterior.

"I'm beginning to understand how you were influenced, John," said Kevin, feasting his eyes upon Andrea's bottom.

"Damn right," echoed Tim.

"Just wait a minute. You expect us to simply agree to these terms just because this..." Greg glanced at Dean, then continued. "...young woman flashes her panties at us? I can go to any strip joint in this city and see the same and a lot more."

Scott rubbed his chin, considering Greg's words. He leaned forward on the desk and looked at Dean, becoming businesslike.

"That's true. John may have jumped the gun a bit. The changes we've proposed aren't unreasonable, Dean. There's no need for this to be more difficult than it has to be. Have Steven sign off on the changes and we can get to work." After finishing his sentence, he looked at Andrea's ass again, as if for the last time, soaking it in, then looked back to Dean.

Dean returned Scott's stare, then nodded and half-shrugged.

"I suppose that's a possibility," he said, quickly scanning the other men's faces.

Dean was clever, and recognised weakness, particularly in the face of lust. Scott was flexible, but seemed intent to play the game. Greg was hardened and resistant. He would be the least likely to crack. Kevin was practically drooling over himself, and Tim looked hungry too. Carl did little to hide his perverted gaze. This was going to be easy.

"Perhaps we should go back and talk this over with Mr. Hawksburn, Andrea," Dean said, sighing and closing the folder in front of him, as if preparing to leave.

Andrea took his cue and frowned, then began to slide her skirt back down her hips.

"Wait! Wait..." cried Tim, raising his hand. "I think there's room to negotiate, here. Kevin? Carl?"

He was appealing to his horny colleagues.

"Definitely," said Kevin.

"Maybe," replied Carl, leaning back in his chair, a bulge forming in his pants. "why don't you show us a little more, darling?"

Andrea smiled again, quickly pulling her skirt back to up her waist. She turned around, letting the men admire her stocking-clad legs and the lacy thong that barely covered her pussy lips.

"Take the skirt off, honey," Carl said.

Andrea reached back to unzip her skirt, but Dean raised his hand.

"Perhaps... we could review clause 3.2 section A," he said, opening the folder again.

"You sly bastard," chuckled Scott, admiring Dean's tactics despite himself. "Alright, let's do that. If it means that much to you, Dean, we'll amend it to match the original contract. Agreed?" he said, and looked to his colleagues.

Most nodded, but Greg looked despondent. He crossed his arms, but didn't object. Scott made a note on his copy of the contract, then sat back.

"Good. Now: the skirt."

Again, Andrea reached back, but it was John that made the next suggestion.

"Why don't you step up on the table here, sweetie? That way everyone can have a nice view."

Dean held her chair steady as Andrea put a hand on his shoulder, stepping up onto the chair, then the table, her heels clicking on the glass surface. A third time, she reached back and unzipped her skirt, then turned around and slid it down over her ass and thighs, bending at the waist, giving the board a glorious view of her ass. She stepped out of the skirt and Dean pulled it aside and out of the way. The men murmured their approval as Andrea did a turn, showing off her legs and ass.

"I still don't see how this serves our company's interests-" began Greg.

"-and as for section 6.1? The payment terms are longer than the industry standard. This will negatively affect our cash flow," Dean said, interrupting Greg.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 11



"We can reduce the terms from sixty days to thirty days from the first of the month following the invoice date if your assistant removes her shirt and bra," Kevin said greedily.

Wrinkling his nose, Dean tapped his pen against the contract. "That will still be a challenge for us, I'm afraid."

"Thirty days terms for just her top, then," said Scott.

Notes were made and Andrea's fingers busied themselves at her buttons, sliding the top down her arms and dropping it onto the table, turning again to model her body, now clad in only her lingerie. Murmurs of approval circled the table as more bulges grew in the men's pants. Dean could see Andrea's chest and cheeks flushing as she strutted along the table, and could vaguely make out her hard nipples poking through the fabric of her bra.

"I'll reduce the terms by a week for each titty," croaked Carl.

Giggling, Andrea reached up and pulled down first one bra cup, then the other, exposing her perky b-cup tits to the group, her nipples standing out, as hard as diamonds. Cheers now erupted from the men as they ogled her breasts. She reached back to unfasten her bra, then tossed it to Carl, strutting up and down the table again, letting her tits bounce and jiggle with every step.

Everyone seemed to have accepted these new developments but Greg. He remained obstinate, holding his arms crossed over his chest and pouting like a child who's lost his favourite toy.

"What's the matter, Greg? We've got a beautiful young woman here taking her clothes off for us and all you can think about is contract terms," said Scott.

"This is below us, and you know it," he said.

"Yeah, but look at her. She's sexy as hell and willing to take her clothes off for the sake of some small concessions," Tim offered.

"Exactly," John chimed in. "I bet if we removed the IP ownership clause she'd give you her panties."

Andrea slid her fingers along the waistband of her panties, preparing to remove them, waiting for a signal from the board.

"Done!" exclaimed Scott.

She turned around again and bent over, slowly sliding her panties over her ass, exposing her asshole and pussy lips. She slipped them down to her ankles then turned back around, hooking them on the end of her shoe's toe. She lifted her leg, pointing her toe at Greg. Her panties dangled an inch from his face as he looked up at her. Everyone waited for him to react.

"Go on, Greg. Take my panties," Andrea said sweetly, her hand bashfully covering her pussy.

Greg finally reached up and took the panties off her shoe. He looked at them as if hypnotised, then suddenly held them to his nose and mouth, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. The men laughed and applauded.

"I knew you'd join the club, you dirty panty-sniffer!" laughed Carl.

Greg shuddered as he opened his eyes again.

"Fuck... these things are soaked," he murmured.

"Are you getting wet for us, you naughty girl?" said Tim.

"Yes, sir," she admitted.

"Sit down and spread your legs, Andrea. Show us," Scott added.

Obediently, Andrea lowered herself to the table and sat, her knees bent and her feet together. She leaned back on her hands, then painfully slowly began to part her legs. Her perfectly bare, smooth pussy was displayed to the hungry men, and soon her legs were splayed wide, her labia parting to show the board her deep pink lips, glistening with her moisture. She was so wet that she had begun to drip juices over her puckered butthole.

"Goddamn, she's dripping!" cried Kevin, who had partially stood and leaned on the table to get a better look.

"That's a damn fine pussy, Andrea," complimented Scott.

"Thank you, sir," she said, as the men took in the sight of her nearly naked body and exposed cunt.

The mood in the room shifted slightly. There was tension again. It seemed like the men were unsure about how far to push things. Getting Andrea naked and showing off her body to them was one thing, but the next steps had to be delicate-or so they thought. Dean knew that at this point Andrea would be ready to do anything they asked of her.

"So, my dear... where do we go from here, hmmm?" said Scott, testing the waters.

"What would you like me to do, sir? Does the board have any requests? I'm at your service," she replied cheerfully, her feet suspended in the air as she showed off her most intimate parts to the old men.

"One thing I know, Scott: she's an incredible cocksucker," said John.

Carl laughed. "So that explains why this deal moved so quickly!"

John smiled guiltily, but said nothing. Scott stood up and unzipped his pants, fishing his semi-hard cock out. He gave it a few strokes as Andrea watched, then pointed to it.

"Prove how good you are, honey."

Andrea started to move, but Dean touched her shoulder, stopping her.

"And what will you do for us in return?" he said to Scott.

Scott sighed, then looked around at his colleagues.

"If Andrea sucks every cock in this room, we'll accept your standard rates instead of your discounted rates. How does that sound?"

Before Dean could answer, Andrea cried, "Yes sir!" then spun around so she was on her hands and knees, facing Scott. 

She looked up at him as she lifted his dick up, licking the underside all the way to his tip. The rest of the men stood almost in unison, and the sounds of belts unfastening and pants unzipping filled the room as the men dropped their pants and pulled their cocks out of their boxers and lined up to the right side of the CEO. Andrea slipped Scott's fat dick head between her lips as she looked down the row of cocks, admiring them. Carl had an impressively-sized cock, with low-hanging, wrinkled balls. Tim's cock was the biggest, long, thick, dark-skinned and thickly veined. Greg's cock was a little shorter than the rest, only about 4 inches, but he had a prodigiously thick girth. Kevin's dick had an enormous head, and an equally impressive set of balls. Scott's and John's were about average.

Dean admired the view he had from behind his Personal Assistant. Her ass cheeks were pale and round, her bare pussy lips pressed tightly together between her creamy thighs. His cock pulsed in his pants as he gazed at her tight little asshole, fondly recalling the amazing feeling of being buried balls-deep inside it. Andrea's pony tail began to sway as she started bobbing her head on Scott's cock.

"Let's see if this girl can multi-task," said Carl, inching closer to her and guiding her hand to his engorged dick.

She gripped it firmly and began stroking him off, leaning back a bit on her haunches. Tim was next to Carl, and Greg stood next to Tim, still holding Andrea's lacy red panties to his nose and mouth, sniffing her scent deeply.

Dean stood up and circled the table, watching Andrea demonstrate her oral skills as she moved from Scott's cock to Carl's, and back again, sucking each of them off enthusiastically, hardly taking time to breathe in between having her mouth stuffed full of dick. She didn't take her hands of their shafts, stroking them with firm, even strokes as she bobbed her head. Slurping sounds soon filled the room, and Dean's cock strained almost painfully in his boxers.

"Don't forget to move down the line, Andrea," Dean said after a few minutes, standing at the end of the line of men, next to John.

"Oops, I almost forgot, sir," she giggled, bobbing her head one more time on Scott's cock before shuffling down the table, now kneeling in front of Tim's enormous black dick.

She scanned the row of cocks as the men jerked off for her, waiting their turn to have her expert lips wrapped around their engorged members. Dean could see the excitement in her eyes, and the hardness of her perky nipples.

"Wow... that's a lot of cocks to suck," she said, biting her fingertip in apprehension.

Dean knew better: she would suck every cock in the room until they emptied their loads down her throat, and still be desperate for more. But why spoil the illusion? These men probably thought they were the luckiest sons of bitches on the planet, and were probably wondering how far they could get his perky assistant to go. Would she let them touch her? Finger her? Eat her pussy? Fuck her pussy? Fuck her ass? The anticipation and suspense was almost palpable.

"You can always change your mind, sweetheart, but that means backing out of the deal your boss is trying to make. You wouldn't want to lose out on this contract now, would you?" asked Tim rhetorically as he reached out to stroke Andrea's cheek.

"Now how about you get your pretty mouth down here and show me how a sexy young white girl handles a nice big black cock?" 

As he spoke he slid his hand to the back of Andrea's neck and forced her down so that her lips were nearly touching his balls. He lifted his heavy shaft up with his free hand and Andrea obediently extended her tongue, licking his nuts as he pumped the top few inches of his thick column. After prodding his balls with her tongue, Tim lowered his shaft, which ran the entire length of Andrea's face, and rubbed it against her nose, cheeks and forehead.

She waved her tongue in the air, licking the underside of Tim's cock as her hand reached up once again to cup Carl's low-hanging, wrinkled ball sack. Tim guided Andrea's mouth to the tip of his cock, and she drooled spit on the head, letting it drip down his rod. Then she slipped her lips over the tip and eased it into her mouth.

Andrea stopped with about four inches of his dick in her mouth, the tip bumping the back of her throat, but Tim's hand had gripped the ponytail at the back of her head, and he pushed her down firmly. Her eyes teared up instantly and her throat emitted a half-cough, half-gurgle as she gagged on him. Tim ignored her struggle, easing his length down Andrea's throat. To her credit, Andrea took it like a professional, never closing her eyes, which were locked onto Tim's, and not even pausing her stroking of the other two men's cocks. 

Soon, Tim's balls were pressed against her chin, and her throat bulged, filled with his big black dick.

"Oooooohhhh fuck..." sighed Tim, looking like he was going to pass out or explode straight into her stomach.

Amazingly, Andrea stuck out her tongue under his huge cock and prodded his balls. Tim gasped and clenched his jaw, then pulled her head back quickly, his sloppy, spit-glazed cock emerging from her mouth as if it would never end. Finally, his black knob appeared and bobbed in front of Andrea's face, a string of spit handing from the tip to her lower lip.

"You look like you just won the lottery, Tim," laughed John.

"Not one woman I've ever been with has been able to deep throat my whole cock," he said, awestruck. "You're a nasty girl, aren't you, Andrea?"

"Yes sir. I'm a dirty little whore," she agreed, smiling at him through watery eyes.

While Tim smiled down at her, Andrea moved over to Greg. She lifted her left hand and spat a huge gob into her palm, then reached up toward his member.

"N-no... I shouldn't. My wife..." he stammered, still holding Andrea's wet panties to his face.

"Betty probably hasn't sucked your cock in twenty years, Greg. Let Andrea help you remember what it feels like," barked Scott. 

Tentatively, Greg moved his hand from his dick and looked down at Andrea. She slid her palm over his head and down his shaft, massaging her spit against his balls. Greg sighed and closed his eyes, sniffing her juices. Wrapping her fingers around his girth, it was as if she was holding onto a can of soft drink. She looked up at him and softly kissed his tip, making him jerk and gasp. She kissed it again and again, then teased him with her tongue, licking his head like a lollipop.

Her other hand gripped Tim's shaft and stroked him as she opened her mouth wide, pushing Greg's dick into her mouth. It looked like her jaw was going to dislocate as she struggled to accommodate his girth. However, Andrea, ever diligent, managed to fit it inside her mouth, and began sucking and bobbing her head rapidly. Her lips stretched around his column, and he began to give her small thrusts of his hips as she sucked him off.

After a minute, she moved back to Tim, sucking hard on the tip to get him wet again, then swallowing his length in long, deliberate bobs of her head. Tim held her ponytail and set the pace, fucking her throat until she gagged and coughed. Slurping her spit, she moved back to Greg. She worked them for a few minutes, then moved down the line to Kevin. 

Kevin was eager, grabbing Andrea's head with both hands and feeding his fat cock head between her wet lips. He began thrusting his dick into her mouth quickly, his enormous balls swaying and bumping heavily against her chin. She began to gag on his mushroom head as it entered her throat, nnguh-nnguh-nnguh sounds filling the room. She reached up to jerk off Greg and John.

"Careful Kev, or you're going to nut in her mouth before you have a second turn," John observed as Kevin's face strained.

"Right... right," he panted, releasing Andrea's head from his grip and batting his bulbous knob against her extended tongue. "Fuck, she's good."

Andrea gasped as her spit dribbled from her chin, then moved across to John. He was well familiar with her technique, and enjoyed his second blowjob from the sexy temptress.

"What are you waiting for, Dean? Join the party. I'm sure this won't be the first time you've had her suck your dick," chuckled John, his mood becoming jovial and fraternal as Andrea gobbled his knob.

Before Dean could respond, Andrea popped John's cock from her mouth.

"But... but he's my boss," she murmured, looking at John, then Dean.

Dean understood what Andrea was doing. They didn't know she was Dean's to control. She was making these men feel special.

"We've always kept things professional between us," Dean said, but began rubbing the bulge in his pants.

Scott laughed from the other end of the table.

"Well I'll be... you have a hot, sex-crazed young woman for a PA and she's never even sucked your dick. The surprises keep coming." He nodded to Andrea and continued, "Our agreement was that you suck every cock in this room, and that includes your boss, sweetheart. Now get to it."

Sheepishly, Andrea crawled to the end of the table, kneeling in front of her 'boss'. She reached out and slowly unfastened his belt, then unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor, and she reached into his boxers, giving Dean a few strokes before extracting his monster cock from his underwear. His huge dick bobbed into view, nodding heavily right in front of Andrea's face. A bead of pre-cum formed at his tip.

"Wow..." she sighed, her eyes wide, her hand running the length of his shaft to cup his balls. "I've been waiting so long to see this."

Dean was impressed by her acting skills.

"How do you like your boss' cock, baby?" he asked her.

"It's... it's so big, sir," she murmured.

Andrea looked up at Dean and positioned her mouth above him, drooling her spit down until it coated his dick head. She worked it along his shaft by twisting her hands, which were stacked on his shaft, his head and a couple inches still protruding from her fist. She opened her mouth wide and took him inside, sucking the head hard as she swirled her tongue on his glans.

Dean moaned as a rush of pleasure coursed up his body and his balls tingled. Her pretty blue eyes looked up at him over her glasses as she began to bob her head on him. Like Tim, Dean felt a strong urge to feel his cock slide down her throat, so he rested his hand atop her head and guided her down onto him. Andrea placed her hands on Dean's thighs and took him deeper and deeper, always maintaining eye contact with her neighbour. 

Her tight throat constricted around Dean's thick member as Andrea suppressed a gag, letting Dean shove the rest of his dick down her gullet. Her nose pressed against his neatly trimmed pubes as Dean buried himself in her throat, his head swimming from the pleasure. Andrea blinked tears from her eyes and her face reddened, but Dean held her in place. He breathed hard, pushing her face against his groin until he felt her body convulse.

He pulled his dick out in one long motion as Andrea gasped for air, spit dripping from her chin and off Dean's balls. The men in the room cheered and roared.

"Wow, that slut can really suck a cock!" exclaimed Carl. "Get your ass back down here so I can have another turn."

Andrea gave Dean's cock a few quick sucks, then crawled back down to the other end of the table, sucking Scott's cock and jerking Carl off. Seeing Andrea take the biggest dicks in the room all the way down her throat seemed to embolden the men-not to mention Andrea-and each one of them enjoyed the aggressive blowjobs she gave, grunting and groaning as she plunged their cocks down her throat. While she used her expert mouth on them, she made sure to use her hands to jerk off the men next to the one receiving her oral treats. She made her way up and down the line as if she was working in a blowjob sweatshop, tirelessly sucking and stroking the seven cocks.

Kevin was the first to be pushed over the edge. He was holding Andrea's head between his hands, pistoning his cock between her lips at a feverish pace.

"Ooohhh shit... I'm gonna blow!" he exclaimed.

Andrea looked up at him as he grunted, and his cock expanded in her mouth. He pulled out half way and cried out as his body jerked, pumping a hot, thick load into Andrea's waiting mouth. She kept stroking the men next to her as Kevin emptied himself into her mouth. She began to swallow it as fast as she could, taking gulp after gulp of his salty seed.

"Fuck... I'm next," said John in a strained voice as Andrea stroked him off.

Spent, Kevin slid his fat cock head from Andrea's lips, a bit of milky cum dribbling down her chin. John stood in front of her as she took him into her mouth, bobbing her head rapidly. She fondled his balls as he wheezed, clenching his fists.

"Aaaaaagghhh!" he groaned, and Dean saw Andrea's cheeks expand with another several blasts of semen filling her mouth.

Again, she gulped down the sticky load until John was drained. Tim was next.

"Take a deep breath, girl," he said, then pushed his cock deep into her throat, thrusting only about an inch or two, his balls bouncing on her chin as he held her ponytail firmly.

"Here it comes," he said, looking down at her as he buried his dick in her throat. 

Her eyes widened as Tim moaned, spewing his load directly down her throat and into her stomach. Dean imagined she was probably starting to feel full from all the cum she was drinking, and she wasn't even halfway done. 

When Tim was finished, he slid his big cock out and Andrea coughed and gasped. Dean was a little worried she wouldn't be able to take any more, but as he approached her she reached up and gripped his shaft, stroking him quickly as Greg stepped in front of her. She opened wide to accommodate him and bobbed her head, fingering his balls.

"Yes... yes Andrea, I'm cumming," he murmured through her panties, which he was now sucking on.

He pushed her head back just enough so her lips were kissing his tip just over his urethra. She pumped his thick shaft as Greg groaned and shuddered. His cum blasted powerfully into her mouth, filling it in only a few spurts. Andrea swallowed, but couldn't keep up, and hot cum began to dribble out of her mouth and drip down onto the table. She moaned loudly as Greg filled her mouth with his seed. Greg panted and stepped back, looking at Andrea's cummy lips. She blew him a kiss and winked as Carl took his spot in front of her. Scott stood next to Carl and Andrea began stroking him off as she stroked Dean, licking the few drops of cum from her lips and panting.

"Please give me more... I want more cum," begged Andrea as Carl jerked off in her face.

"Happy to oblige," Carl moaned. guiding his dick into Andrea's open mouth.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 11



She closed her lips around his knob and sucked her cheeks in as Carl pumped the loose skin on his shaft. His gravelly voice groaned as he came, his jism erupting inside Andrea's sucking mouth. She nursed his cock head avidly, moaning between swallows as she consumed his sperm hungrily. Carl finally relaxed and stepped back, collapsing in a chair as Andrea smacked her lips loudly.

"Thank you, sir," she giggled at him, then focused her attention on Dean and Scott.

"Are you boys ready to cum in my mouth?" she asked them.

"Fuck yeah. Open wide, sweetheart, and stick your tongue out," said Scott, moving closer and pushing her hand out of the way so he could stroke himself.

He tipped her head back and she opened her mouth, sliding her tongue out like a soft, pink landing pad. Scott rested his dick head against her tongue and stroked himself furiously.

"Aaaagh!" he cried as fat wads of pearly cum ejaculated from his tip, spilling across Andrea's tongue in thick gobs and sliding down into her open mouth.

"Don't you dare swallow that load," he grunted as he milked his cock, oozing more and more jizz over her tongue. 

Andrea blinked rapidly, but didn't swallow, taking every drop of Scott's cum into her waiting mouth.

"Now be an obedient PA and let your boss cum in your mouth. THEN you can swallow," he said, wiping a drop of cum from his cock onto her cheek then stepping back.

Dean had to kneel on the table in front of Andrea to get into a good position so Scott's cum wouldn't spill out of her mouth. She looked up at her boss over her glasses with her sexy blue eyes, her mouth open wide, her fingers caressing his balls as she worked his shaft. Dean could see the milky pool of Scott's cum in the back of her throat.

"Ooooh yes baby, I've wanted to do this for so long," Dean moaned, reaching down to take hold of his member as Andrea's fingers trailed down her body and slipped between her legs.

He jerked himself in long, even strokes as Andrea waited patiently for her boss's impending orgasm. She looked beautiful, gazing up at him with pleading eyes, her body subtly shuddering as her fingers worked her wet pussy, her chin glistening with sticky cum. It wasn't long before Dean felt his balls begin to tense and his skin tingle.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he groaned, aiming his cock at Andrea's gaping mouth.

His cock erupted violently, blasting a huge, thick rope of cum across Andrea's pretty face. He had angled a little too high, and the spunk that didn't end up in her mouth laid a stripe over her nose and one of the lenses of her glasses. She took it stoically, not even flinching, as Dean spurted again, this time shooting the entire wad into her mouth. Her stroked his shaft and fired again, and again, and again. The load was enormous, filling Andrea's mouth with his hot, sticky offering.

Andrea's perky tits jiggled as she masturbated vigorously, looking like she would lose control at any moment. Dean squeezed a few more wads of thick cum from his cock, pinching the tip and wiping it on Andrea's chin when he was finished. He stepped back onto the floor and held her head and chin, gazing into her cum-filled maw.

"Show me that cum, sweetie," he murmured to her.

A few of the men were gathered around, watching her finger fuck her pussy as she began swirling her tongue around, pushing the mouthful of gooey jism around in her mouth, playing with it, squeezing it up until it almost spilled from her lips, then sloshing it around with her tongue. She emitted muffled moans. Satisfied, Dean nodded.

"Ok, Andrea. Swallow it. Swallow our cum," Dean whispered in her ear as he closed her mouth, still holding her head.

Her body trembled violently and her eyes watered as she struggled to consume the huge load. Finally, her head gave an exaggerated nod as the men's cum slipped down her throat. At the same time, her eyes rolled back in her head and her body twitched, her tits bouncing and her finger working her clit rapidly. Swallowing seven older men's hot, sticky loads had pushed her over the edge, her orgasm washing over her young body like a tsunami.

Dean held her up so she didn't collapse on the boardroom table, and the men cheered as she came, gasping and crying out and finally whimpering feebly as she removed her hand from her pussy and slipped her fingers between her lips, tasting her own cum now. 

"Very good, sweetheart. Very, very good," Scott praised her, actually clapping.

She smiled at the men proudly, seeing their satisfied faces, their cocks now flaccid and leaking a drop or two of residual semen.

"Thank you gentlemen. I hope you're satisfied with the terms of our deal," she said.

Her hand slipped down over her body and came to rest on her belly, cupping it as if she had just finished eating a five course meal. In fact, her meal had been seven courses. And very high in protein.

"You won't find any complaints here, baby," said Tim.

"Damn right," echoed Kevin.

"Wait... don't you think there's more to be had out of this deal? I mean, it's all well and good to get our dicks sucked, but..." Greg, now gently caressing his cock with Andrea's panties, hesitated.

"A minute ago you were afraid of what your wife would think about a young slut sucking you off, and now you're asking for more?" laughed John.

"It's just... I wouldn't mind having a taste of her cute little pussy," he admitted, clearly wishing to take advantage of the situation as much as he could.

"You mean, this?" said Andrea, leaning back on the table and spreading her legs again, showing them all her wet slit. 

Her fingers ran down her body and parted her cunt lips for the men, spreading them wide. There was a small puddle of her cum under her ass, and her deep pink pussy looked as inviting as ever. It was all Dean could do not to drive his face against her wet cunt and suck her clit until she came. Greg's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his cock hardened in the tangle of her red, lacy thong.

At that moment, a soft knock was heard at the door. Before anyone had a chance to react, the door opened and the young receptionist with the black bob poked her head in.

"Excuse me for the interrup-Oh!" she exclaimed.

Dean smiled to himself as he was reminded of Natalie's many interruptions in his own office. The receptionist's eyes widened as she looked at a naked young woman spread eagle on the boardroom table, holding her labia apart with her fingers, and a group of naked, and half-naked men sitting and standing around her. Her eyes flicked around at the exposed cocks, lingering a little longer on Dean's and Tim's, then back to Andrea.

"Oh... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry," she finally stammered, backing behind the partially open door.

"Come in here, Sasha," said Scott.

At first it seemed as though she wasn't going to come in, but after a pause, Sasha stepped into the room, her eyes pointed at the floor.

"What is it?" Scott asked, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

"Um... Mr. Christopoulos is awaiting your teleconference, sir," she squeaked, looking up again at Andrea and the cocks.

Andrea had not moved, but to cup her pussy with her hand.

"Wonderful. I'll take the call in here, Sasha," Scott replied, smiling, seeming to enjoy the receptionist's discomfort.

"N-now, sir?" Sasha asked, staring at Dean's cock.

"Yes, now."

There was a pause as Sasha looked around the room again. Dean could swear he saw her nipples protrude through her light blue top. 

"That will be all, Sasha," said Scott.

She blinked rapidly and gave a weak smile, then backed slowly out of the room, as if turning her back on them would result in all seven of the men's hungry cocks invading her backside.

"Jesus..." murmured Greg as the door shut.

"Don't worry. Sasha is as discreet as they come," Scott reassured them, and Dean suspected he knew what he was talking about.

"I thought we were going to have some more fun with Andrea before ending the meeting," said Kevin, looking disappointed.

"Oh, we are," assured Scott. "What's wrong with mixing a little business with pleasure?"

He leaned forward and pushed a button on the console of the small video conferencing device on the table.

"George. Scott here," he said loudly.

"Afternoon, Scott. I've got Ryan, Dave, and Raj here with me," said the voice over the speaker.

"We're also here, Scott. Ted, Paul, and Harold from the north eastern division. Hey George and company. How are things?" said another voice.

There was an exchange of pleasantries between the parties as the men in the room made small talk with the other men on the teleconference. Dean watched Andrea closely. She had closed her legs, but still cupped her hand over her pussy, looking around the room for a cue of what might transpire next. 

She began to move, but Dean put his hand on her shoulder and whispered to her, "I don't think they're done with you yet, hun."

She looked at him quizzically, but behind her eyes he saw understanding... and excitement. 

"Before we begin, I think there's something you gentlemen should see. We've been having a rather interesting meeting here prior to your call." Scott wheeled his chair to the end of the table and made an adjustment to the console.

"You'll recall the proposal from Hawksburn's company. I'd like to announce our agreement with their terms."

There was a murmur of displeasure over the speaker.

"I thought you said we could wear them down; get them to accept a lesser figure," said one of the voices.

"Yes, yes... but they've since made some, shall we say 'compelling' arguments."

At the flip of a switch, an image of Andrea in profile, hand between her legs, perky tits and hard nipples protruding, appeared on the wall behind Scott. The camera was now broadcasting, and projecting, Andrea's naked body to all the conference participants.

"Holy shit!"

"What the hell?"

"Damn!"

"Fuck me..."

Overlapping, excited utterances came from the speakers as they beheld Andrea in all her glory, likely being projected in large in their own boardrooms.

"Andrea here has been a very convincing negotiator. Go ahead, sweetheart: show these men what you were showing us a few moments ago," Scott said, leaning back in his chair.

"Yes, sir," Andrea said softly, her eyes blinking at the wall behind Scott.

Slowly she turned to face the camera, then, even more slowly and deliberately, she began to spread her stocking-clad legs, still in her high heels. She leaned back on her hand as her legs opened. When she had spread them as wide as she could, she looked down at her cupped hand, then back to the camera. She giggled and bit her lip.

"Come on baby, show us your pussy!" cried an eager voice over the phone.

Tittering playfully, Andrea slid her fingers up to the top of her shaved mound, then spread her pussy lips again, opening herself up for the men. Exclamations of admiration echoed throughout the room, and Andrea seemed mesmerised by her gigantic image on the wall, her pussy easily half a metre long.

"Wow. She is HOT!"

"Mmmm, very nice."

"Play with your pussy, you nasty girl."

The voices praised and encouraged her. Dean knew how much she enjoyed being an exhibitionist, and it must have been a thrill for her to perform in front of an invisible audience of horny men. Her fingers began sliding up and down her pussy, rubbing her juices all over her labia and teasing her clit. It wasn't long before she was softly moaning and rocking her hips.

Several of the men in the room had begun stroking their cocks again as they watched Andrea perform. Without even touching himself, Dean felt his own cock swell to a semi-erect state. The men were right to be aroused. Andrea looked so sexy, and knew just how to move, where to touch herself, what sounds to make. She inserted her middle finger into her fuck hole, then withdrew it, slipping it into her mouth and sucking off her juices, then smiling at the camera. She was good.

Dean noticed that Greg was inching his chair closer to Andrea, jerking himself off with her panties. He wouldn't have been surprised if Greg had actually started drooling.

"Wow... you've got such a gorgeous little pussy, Andrea," he said.

"Don't just stare at it, Greg. Eat that pussy!" encouraged Tim, giving his huge cock slow, long strokes as he reclined in his chair.

Greg looked at Andrea, as if for reassurance. She angled her body toward him.

"Please taste my pussy, sir. It's yours to enjoy," she offered, spreading her labia open again.

Greg pounced, lunging from his chair and shoving his face between Andrea's splayed legs. Several of the men laughed and Andrea gasped as Greg went to work, moving his head rapidly as he aggressively tongued her cunt.

Although Greg was still wearing his button down shirt, the men on the phone hookup noticed his lack of pants as he entered the frame of the video link.

"Damn! Have you guys already fucked her?" someone asked.

"Not yet, Raj. But she did just finish sucking seven dicks," said Kevin.

"Yeah. She swallowed every drop of our cum, too. She's got a belly full of spunk and I think she's hungry for more." added John with a chuckle.

"Give me a hand, Kev. Let's put her in the chair so she can put that pretty mouth to work again," said Tim, approaching Andrea from the left.

Kevin went to Andrea's right and the men helped her down from the table as Greg knelt in front of one of the chairs. They sat her in the leather chair and draped her legs over the arms. Greg pulled her hips to the edge of the chair and resumed feasting on her dripping cunt, slurping her juices loudly.

"Thank you, sirs. Please give me your cocks... I want to get them hard again," Andrea said, holding her hands out.

Tim and Kevin placed their dicks in her palms and she began stroking them. The men reached down to fondle her perky tits and tug gently on her erect nipples. Andrea turned her head and opened her mouth wide, taking Kevin's large knob into her warm mouth. Her head bobbed as her fingers played with his big balls as she jerked Tim off.

Standing up and picking the wireless camera from the console, John stepped closer to the action so that the men in the video conference would have a better view. Andrea bobbed her head on Kevin's cock, then looked at the camera and giggled, then turned her head the other way to suck on Tim's huge cock.

The other men gathered around her, stroking their cocks and watching her give Kevin and Tim blowjobs as Greg enjoyed licking her tight pussy. After a short while, the men traded places, Carl sucking Andrea's pussy lips into his mouth as she jerked and sucked off John and Dean.

"Hey, who's that guy with the giant dick?" someone said over the speaker.

"This is Dean, Andrea's boss. I'm starting to like him," said John as Andrea ran her tongue up his shaft.

"I'm sure I'll be working with you gentlemen in the future," Dean said as Andrea switched back to his big cock, looking up at him happily as she slid his entire length down her throat.

"Be sure to bring Andrea along!" said another voice, and the men enjoyed a hearty laugh.

The men traded positions until they had all had a taste of Andrea's sweet pussy, slipping their fingers inside her, sucking her clit, and licking her puffy pussy lips until she was squirming and moaning in the chair as she bobbed her head on the cocks offered to her.

"Ooooh fuck... mmmmm yes... please fuck me!" she finally cried as Dean finger fucked her and flicked his tongue over her swollen clit.

"I thought you'd never ask," growled John, still holding the camera as she sucked him off. "Whose cock would you like first, my dear?"

Andrea bit her lip as she looked around at the throbbing members all around her, apparently dazzled by the choice. Finally, she looked up at Carl.

"I think you should fuck me in order of age. Carl, that means you get to go first."

Carl rubbed his hands together as Dean moved out of the way. He bent his knees and put his hands on the arms of the chair for support, just behind Andrea's knees. Andrea reached down to guide his cock to her pussy. Her mouth opened as she guided him inside her, sighing and closing her eyes as he slid several inches of his big dick into her.

"Ooohhhh christ... she's so tight!" he said, his voice gravelly.

"She's old enough to be your granddaughter, Carl. I'm sure it's been a long time since you've had a young pussy like this," chuckled Scott, holding the camera close to where Carl's wrinkled cock was penetrating Andrea's smooth, bare pussy.

There was a cheer of many male voices as they all watched Andrea take her first cock of the group. Carl began thrusting weakly, the pleasure of being inside such a tight, young cunt, and the physical strain of supporting himself clear in his half-wincing expression. Andrea watched him thrust a few times, caressing his balls, before reaching up again and resuming her blowjobs.

Carl tired quickly, and withdrew, wiping sweat from his brow.

"Who's next, boys? My old ticker can only take so much."

Greg charged his way in, holding his thick cock and pushing the head against Andrea's pussy lips. He eased into her, stretching her open.

"Ooouu!" she squealed, wincing from Greg's girth.

"Sorry, hun," Greg said apologetically, looking up at her pretty face.

"No, it's ok. You're just really thick. Give me a second to adjust," said Andrea, taking a few deep breaths.

She dribbled on her fingers then rubbed them on Greg's shaft, coating it with her saliva.

"Ok, sir... fuck me with that thick cock," she said, jerking two cocks in her face.

Greg smiled and pushed again, sliding his cock deeper until he was buried inside her. He may have been thick, but he was not particularly long. He began to fuck Andrea with shallow thrusts, grunting as her pussy lips stretched around him. She moaned around Scott's cock as he guided her head onto him.

One by one, the men moved around her, each groaning in ecstasy as they felt Andrea's tight, hot pussy squeeze their cocks. Andrea had to pause giving blow jobs while Tim entered her, panting as his massive black length slid inside her cunt. He received applause when, after fucking her for a few minutes, he managed to get his cock balls-deep. 

She put her hand on her belly and gasped, "Fuck! I can feel it in my stomach!"

Dean was last, and by the time he squatted between her splayed legs, her pussy had been stretched enough that his entry would be relatively easy. 

"I guess you'll be crossing some professional boundaries here, won't you son?" said Carl as Andrea tongued his saggy ball sack.

"I do expect my employees to be adaptable to new situations. My PA is no exception. What do you say, Andrea? Do you want to add 'fucking your boss' to your job description?"

She looked him in the eyes and licked her lips, stroking Greg and Carl's cocks next to her head.

"Yes, sir. I want to perform for you to the best of my ability. Please fuck me, boss. Fill my tight pussy with your huge cock," she said huskily.

He guided his big dick between her soaking lips and hummed as he pushed all the way inside her. She whimpered as Dean began to fuck her, watching his length drive into her and pull out nearly all the way before thrusting inside again. Her hands began to work the cocks she was gripping and she turned her head to Greg, sucking his knob as Dean thoroughly enjoyed her tight pussy.

Dean was impressed by how tight her pussy was, despite being fucked by six men. Her juices glistened on her bare pussy lips and inner thighs. He thrust harder into her as she moaned on Carl's cock now, who was reaching down to twist and tug on her erect nipples. After a few minutes, he flet her cunt tighten.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby?" Dean grunted as he pounded her pussy, his balls slapping against her ass.




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 11



She spit Carl's cock from her mouth as the men moved around her, giving her two new cocks to jerk and suck.

"Yes, boss! Ohhhh fuck! Fuck me hard, sir!" she squealed.

"That's a good girl. Cum for me, Andrea," Dean said, gripping her waist for leverage as he fucked her against the chair.

Her tits bounced as Tim and Kevin received their handjobs, her high pitched moans getting louder as Dean filled her pussy with his cock. He suddenly felt her body tense as she screamed, and her cunt squeezed his shaft powerfully as she came.

Her hips bucked and her body twisted in the chair as Dean made her cum on his cock, still thrusting into her as she whimpered and squeaked in ecstasy. She squeezed the cocks in her hand hard as her orgasm washed over her, causing her cheeks to blush and her breath to catch in short panting moans.

"Ohhh... aaahhhnnnn , Dean... mmmm... thank you sir," she sighed, her half-lidded eyes looking sleepily at her boss as she lazily stroked Tim and Kevin.

Dean slipped his throbbing cock from Andrea's wet, warm depths, dripping with her cum. John had the wireless camera at this point, and scanned it down her body, finally giving the teleconference participants a nice close-up of Andrea's gaped, dripping pussy.

"Holy shit, look at all that pussy juice," said someone.

"And she has such a sexy little asshole," another voice spoke.

Tim and Kevin pulled on Andrea's knees, angling her hips up so her anus would be more exposed to the men. Dean made his way around to where Kevin stood. Reluctantly, Kevin made way for him, and Andrea wrapped her fingers around Dean's wet shaft. She opened her mouth and slid his cock between her lips, sucking her juices off his dick lustfully, pushing his dick head against the inside of her cheek and flailing her tongue against his shaft.

John reached down with his free hand to run his fingertip around Andrea's tight asshole, spreading her cum over her rosebud and massaging it. Andrea's eyes widened and she popped Dean's dick head from her mouth, squeaking in surprise.

"Oh! Sir... you're touching my asshole," she said to John.

"Do you like it, honey?" John asked, still rimming her anus with his finger.

"I'd like it more if you tongued it," she admitted cheekily.

The men laughed, but their faces lit up with Andrea's suggestion.

"Into anal play, huh sweetie?" Scott said, taking the camera from John.

"I've never really done it, sir," she lied, "but I'd love to try."

Crouching down in front of Andrea's spread legs, John slurped at her soaked pussy, sucking her labia between his lips and lapping her hole in long, wide swaths. She pulled on the dicks in her hands, drawing them close to her mouth so she could tongue the tips and watch John use his mouth on her at the same time.

John moved lower, trailing his tongue down to her taught anus. Dean looked up at the wall to see a huge projection of her butthole being aggressively tongued by John as Scott held the camera close.

"Yeah, rim that asshole, John!" said one of the guys on the phone.

Andrea softly whimpered as John pushed his tongue against Andrea's sphincter, wiggling it just inside.

"Ooouuuu, fuck!" she squeaked. "Yes, sir... fuck my ass with your tongue!"

She seemed to enjoy the anal stimulation, and turned her head from side to side, tickling Dean and Tim's cock heads with her talented tongue as John began bobbing his head, panting as he forced his tongue into her ass.

"You're such a dirty old man, sir," giggled Andrea.

John lifted his head, wiping his mouth and grinning like an idiot.

"I want to lick her ass next," interjected Greg, who had crouched down next to John.

He practically shoved John out of the way and immediately began licking her butthole. He stuck his middle finger into his mouth and sucked it for a moment before bringing it down to Andrea's rosebud, pushing against it.

"Ohhhh sir... are you going to put your finger in my ass?" she asked shyly.

Everyone watched as Greg eased his finger inside her bottom, sliding it in and out several times as Andrea moaned.

"Mmmm yeah, that feels good sir. Put another one in," she whimpered.

"Her pussy needs attention too," said a voice over the speaker.

"Happy to oblige, my dear," said John, pulling his finger out then, aligning them against Andrea's butthole, slipped his middle and ring fingers into her bottom.

She squirmed and whined for a moment, but guided Tim's cock to her mouth and sucked his knob to show her appreciation. Scott-still filming the action-lowered his hand to rub Andrea's moist pussy, then pushed his middle and ring fingers inside her pussy. The two men worked her holes as Tim guided his dick deeper into her mouth.

"Mmmmmm!" she moaned around the massive black cock in her mouth as Dean squeezed her perky tits, playfully tugging on her rock hard nipples, feeling her fingers tighten around his thick shaft while she stroked it.

There were satisfied chuckles, groans, moans, and comments made around the room as the men watched Andrea get pleasured, but the air was thick with a sense of ominous lust. Now that these men knew she was turned on by anal play, it wouldn't be long before someone suggested fucking her in the ass.

Andrea popped Tim's cock from her mouth and looked up at Dean over the rim of her glasses, her cheeks bright pink, her tits rising and falling with her rapid breathing. She bit her lower lip and rubbed the tip of Dean's cock-which was oozing pre-cum-against her cheek, her eyes pleading. She looked as desperate as the men, maybe even more so.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Andrea?" Dean asked, twisting her nipple between his fingers.

"Oooh yes, boss. These nice men are making me feel so good," she said, smearing Dean's sticky pre-cum all over her cheek and lips, her tongue occasionally poking out to tease the underside of his dick head.

Through the look in her eyes, Dean thought at any moment Andrea would be ready to give up her body to these men, telling them they could do whatever they wanted with her, as long as she was surrounded by, and filled with hard, hungry cock. It was a look that could only be described as wanton lust. But Dean didn't want her to be calling the shots. She was his slut after all, and he knew she loved him taking control. Besides, there was a good chance he could negotiate an even better deal for the company. 

"Andrea hun, get yourself up on this desk and give the gentlemen a little show. We've got a little more business to talk," Dean said, casually squeezing her tit.

"Sure, boss!" she replied cheerfully.

The fingers slipped from her anus and pussy, and Dean helped her up from the chair, her legs still a little shaky from her orgasm. She steadied herself, then Dean helped her stand up on the table, still in her heels and black stockings. She stood and stretched her arms upward, twisting her torso back and forth as she looked down at the men, Scott still filming her with the camera, his other hand stroking his cock.

Having everyone's rapt attention, Andrea began strutting up and down the table, hands on her hips, swaying her ass. Her heels clicked on the table's surface as she winked, smiled, and blew kisses at the grinning, horny men, occasionally glancing at the far side of the room to see her sexy, petite figure projected on the wall.

She played with her perky tits, jiggling them in her hands and pinching her nipples. She turned around and bend over, spreading her ass cheeks for her audience, giving them an incredible view of her tight anus and bare pussy. She sat on her bottom and spread her legs wide, fingering her cunt as she moaned and licked her lips. Her eyes burned with desire as much as the men's, and it seemed she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Dean could see that she was in her element; living her exhibitionist fantasy and loving every minute of it.

Her performance served to whip the men into an even greater lustful frenzy. Every man, whether sitting or standing, was jerking off as they watched her, whistling, catcalling, and cheering her performance. Even the guys on the teleconference cheered and commented, making requests and complimenting Andrea's sexy moves and hot body.

"Mmmm damn, I'm craving that pussy," murmured Kevin, clearly wondering when he would be able to have his cock inside her tight cunt again as he wanked himself.

At this point, Andrea was on her hands and knees, her perfect ass facing the men, swaying it back and forth. Her hand was between her legs, fingering her pussy as she moaned loudly. She looked over her shoulder at Dean, waiting in anticipation for his next instruction. He stepped up to her, running his hand over her perky buttocks.

"Well gentlemen, you've had her mouth, and you've had her pussy," he mused, his fingers digging into Andrea's firm ass cheek and pulling it to the side. "How would you like to have her ass?"

A collective gasp filled the room, as the men's (and Andrea's) eyes widened. Andrea had been ass fucked by Dean before. Indeed, he was the first, and only man to have ever entered her bottom. He had been selfish that night with the guys from his company, and had not allowed any of them to enjoy the hot, tightness of her butthole-by far the best, and tightest ass he had ever experienced. 

Now he was offering it to this hungry group of executives. She would have to take not one, but six (wait... seven, including Dean's) cocks in her ass. Dean was worried that it was too bold a request. He scrutinised Andrea carefully. Her eyes were wide with shock, but her fingers began to rub her clit with a feverish intensity as her body quivered. He raised his eyebrows at her pointedly, asking a silent question.

There was a pause as she bit her lip, then, looking straight into his eyes, she gave him the subtlest of nods, mouthing the words: Yes. I want it.

"Hell yeah!" said Kevin, standing up from his chair and striding toward the table like he was going to thrust his cock into Andrea's asshole without a moment's pause.

Dean held his hand up, stopping Kevin's advance.

"Hold it," he said calmly but firmly. "This is a generous offer, my friends. Andrea's not going to give away her anal virginity lightly."

A hush fell over the room, which was broken by a low cackle from Carl.

"Alright, Dean. What do you want?" he asked, smirking, appreciating the game.

Dean looked at him and said only one word: "Exclusivity."

Another pause. Scott grumbled and Carl chortled, but his eyes flicked to Andrea's tight anus.

"You drive a hard bargain," said Scott, but didn't seem quite ready to agree.

The other men looked at each other, silently contemplating. Dean felt like this may have been a bridge too far. Dean looked around the room, not wanting to break the silence, but feeling like his grip on the situation had slipped slightly.

"What's the matter, sirs?" Andrea's innocent voice spoke.

She lowered her head to the table and slid her hand to her buttock, pulling it to the side, so that her and Dean's hands were spreading her ass wide. The fingers that were in her pussy slowly slid out, dripping with her pussy juice, and moved upward, circling her anus before inserting two fingers into her butthole, pushing them deep.

"Is my ass not good enough?" she finished.

It was a voice on the teleconference speaker that spoke first, "Goddamn it, guys. Are you nuts? How could you say no to an ass like that?!"

Carl gave a gravelly chuckle and looked at Scott, nodding. Scott smirked and looked at Dean.

"You've got your exclusivity, you sly bastard," he conceded.

"Yaaay!" cheered Andrea, still fingering her ass, attempting to stretch it a little before she started taking the men's cocks inside her. "So who gets to take my anal cherry?"

"I think we determined that seniority rules," said Carl, standing up and approaching Andrea.

Dean put his hands on Andrea's waist and helped her down from the table. Still facing away from the men, Andrea put her hands on the edge of the boardroom table and tilted her ass up at Carl, looking over her shoulder at the old man with a naughty grin. 

"Go ahead, sir. My ass is yours," she said, wiggling it enticingly.

The men quickly closed in on her, all of them standing and surrounding her. Her body was pawed by a multitude of eager hands, her tits and ass squeezed, fingers stroking her hair, rough palms running up and down her thighs and back, probing fingers exploring her moist, bare pussy. Dean, Kevin, and Carl, who were positioned closest to her ass, spat on her puckered sphincter, and Dean and Kevin spread Andrea's ass wide as Carl rubbed his knob with his saliva-soaked fingers.

Dean wasn't sure when the last time Carl might have had his dick inside a girl's ass, if ever, and judging by his expression, this was a treat he was going to savour. He rubbed his tip around her butthole a few times, then nudged it firmly with his old, sizeable cock. Andrea whimpered softly as he nudged it again, harder now, her ass pulling inward. A third poke was enough for his cock head to pop into her bottom, aided by the men's saliva.

"Oooh!" Andrea squeaked, and Dean felt her ass tense.

"Aaaarrrghh... god dammit," grunted Carl, his breathing taking on a wheezing quality again. "That's a tight ass."

He pushed forward again, entering Andrea deeper. She squeaked again, and looked back.

"How does that feel, Andrea?" asked Greg, who was next to Dean, holding the camera. He seemed concerned.

"It hurts a little... but it feels good too," she admitted. "Go ahead, sir. Fuck my tight little ass."

Pulling out, Carl put his hands on her waist and pushed in again, then out, then in. He fucked her ass with short, shallow strokes of his cock, groaning with approval.

"So tight... Such a tight little bottom..." he kept saying, as if it were too much for him.

Judging by the unhealthy purple flush in his cheeks, Dean suspected it may indeed be too much for this senior citizen to be fucking a young lady's tight, pert backside. Where before Carl exuded an irreverent confidence, fucking Andrea's ass seemed to have reduced him to a nervous, wheezing old geezer. 

After only a few more strokes, his wrinkled hands squeezed Andrea's waist and his voice croaked, "Cumming!"

His moan as he emptied his load inside Andrea's bowels sounded like an old ship's deck creaking in a gale. No one dared laugh at the man, but all the men smiled as if they were in on the joke. Andrea moaned softly as Carl, giving her a few short, weak thrusts, finished depositing his cum inside her. He stumbled back, his dick popping out of her anus, followed by a thick gob of semen, which dripped over her pussy lips, and sat heavily in a chair behind him. 

He mopped his brow with the sleeve of his shirt as the men started at him. "Don't gawk at me you silly buggers, try that ass for yourselves!" he barked impatiently, appearing self-conscious. He had lasted all of about 35 seconds inside Andrea's tight anal embrace.

And so they did. 

Kevin was next, pushing his bulbous dick head against her leaking butthole, Carl's jizm oozing out around it as he eased his cock inside her. As he fucked her, the other men continued exploring her body with their hands. Andrea was not expected to do anything other than receive each of the cock in turn into her bowels, remaining bent over, her hands on the table edge, her heeled feet apart just enough to get her ass to the perfect height for the men's penetration. While she was buttfucked, she was treated to a near full-body massage by the other men. No one asked her to suck or stroke cocks. All the attention was on her.

Her head rolled on her neck, and hear moans echoed through the meeting room. Sometimes she watched over her shoulder at the man fucking her ass, sometimes she watched the projected image on the wall, which gave her a glorious view of each penis as it penetrated her back door. She visibly winced and cried out when Greg entered her, his wide girth likely causing her a little pain, but the men were respectful, allowing her to adjust to their various sizes and techniques. She squeaked when Tim penetrated her deeply, and reached back to touch his stomach as if to say that's far enough, hun. She encouraged the men, moaning, talking dirty, telling them to fuck her tight ass, to squeeze her buttocks, to give her the odd spanking. Dean could see that she was getting off on the attention, and when it was his turn-last this time-she turned her head to look at him.

"Please fuck my ass, boss. I need your big cock deep in my bottom," she pleaded.

He could see the desire in her eyes, and he obliged quickly, lubing up his massive cock with his spit, then gripping it tightly as he pushed into her anus. Her butthole stretched around him as he slid inside her perfect backside, groaning in ecstasy. Her fingers dug into her ass cheek as she pulled it aside for him.

"Oh fuck... aaaahhhhhnnn, yes boss!" she squealed as he began to fuck her.

His strokes were deep and long, and his eyes moved back and forth between her firm, round cheeks accepting his thick length, and her pretty eyes, which watched him with more than lust, but an unspoken affection, a closeness that was only evident when he was with her. He also saw another expression in her eyes: triumph. She had let seven older men fuck her in the ass, one after the other, ending with the man she would do anything for.

Dean was proud of her, and returned her affectionate gaze as he slid in and out of her still tight anus. He stroked his hands over her bottom, squeezing it, giving her playful spanks, holding her waist as he fucked her harder. Hands groped her lightly swaying tits as Dean felt her back her ass up against him. Her moans became higher in pitch with every thrust. Dean felt himself begin to lose control as well.

"Cum for your boss, Andrea," he said, pushing deeper inside her asshole until his balls slapped against her sopping pussy.

"Yes, boss! Fuck me! Fuck my asshole!" she cried, her body tightening. "I'm... I'm cumming!"

Dean groaned as he felt her ass squeeze his cock tightly inside her. He clenched his jaw as Andrea screamed, giving her ass a few short, firm thrusts as he gripped her waist. He felt his dick swell inside her bottom and his balls twitched, releasing a flood of cum into her bowels in a powerful jet. She screamed again, feeling his seed erupt inside her, and her body quivered uncontrollably. Dean thrust again, spurting semen into her ass again and again, groaning as he gave her all he had.

They moved together, trembling from their orgasms, breathing hard and softly moaning. Dean patted her bottom and sighed contentedly.

"Thank you, Andrea... that was amazing," he said sincerely, putting his hand on her ass cheek and withdrawing his cock, which had only just begun to soften.

As Dean withdrew from her stretched butthole, a glut of warm semen spilled out of her, dripping thickly over her pussy lips and down the inside of her thigh, onto her stocking.

"Ooooh boss..." she sighed, her fingers slipping between her legs to catch the flow of sticky cum.

She rubbed the mess over her pussy as more of his cum bubbled from her anus, giggling at the obscene sounds that were coming from her posterior.

"You really filled her up," said Tim, spreading her ass and watching more jism ooze out of her.

"Let's not stop now," said Scott, stepping up to Andrea again, jerking himself off and getting ready to penetrate her ass, despite the mess Dean had made of it.

"Wait. She's already shown us she can multitask," said John, walking to a large glass coffee table near the window-side of the room and lying down on his back, holding his prick up. "There's no reason we can't all enjoy her talents."

Dean patted Andrea's ass again and nodded to her. "You heard the man. Meeting's not over yet, hun."




The Tales of Andrea & Dean Ch. 11



She offered Dean her hand and he politely took it, leading her to where John lay. She stepped up onto the coffee table and over John, straddling him and squatting over his dick. Cum dripped from her rosebud onto John's balls as she guided his cock to her cum-smeared pussy, easily slipping it inside her. She immediately began riding him, bouncing on his cock as he groaned and reached up to maul her tits.

The rest of the men crowded around her, two on each side, one in front, and one behind her. She knelt and looked around her, almost bewildered by the assortment of cocks at her disposal. After a moment's pause, she reached out to her sides, gripping Carl and Kevin's cocks, and opening her mouth for Tim, who stood in front of her. Tim fed her his dick, sliding it deep into her throat as she stroked the other men's cocks.

Meanwhile, Scott had put his hand on Andrea's hip, angling her ass up toward his member as he bend his knees and aligned his tip with her dripping anus.

"I hope some double penetration isn't too much for you, my dear," he said as he pushed his head against her asshole, popping it inside as he grunted.

"Mmmmmfffff!" Andrea emitted a muffled cry of pleasure as all her holes were filled.

Dean and Greg ran their hands over her body, squeezing her ass and groping her tits as her body began to move, rocking back and forth on the two cocks while Tim fucked her mouth. Once again, Andrea was the main attraction, putting on a formidable performance. The men moved around her, moaning and groaning as each of them was pleasured by her, savouring the tightness of her pussy or ass, the firm, stroking grips of her small hands, or the sloppy, wetness of her sucking mouth. The men who weren't being serviced shared filming duties, and felt up Andrea's sexy body.

Before long, the executives began to pop. First Greg inside Andrea's pussy as she rode him, then almost simultaneously Scott's cock swelled between her lips as he blasted his cum down her throat. Tim, plunging his big black cock into Andrea's tight behind was next, emptying his load deep into her bowels. Dean wasn't sure how many times Andrea came, as she was more than occupied with the cocks, but he could see the lust, pride, and pleasure in her eyes as she brought the men easily to orgasm. He was certain the sensation of having all her holes filled with cum pushed her over the edge more than a few times.

Dean lost track of time as the circus continued, the men who had cum getting hard again, hungry for more of Andrea's sexual delights. He was impressed by Andrea's longevity, persistence, dedication, and indeed, fervour. She whenever a cock slipped from her ass, or pussy, or mouth, she moaned and begged for it to be filled again. Dean couldn't tell who was enjoying this more, Andrea or the group of men.

At one point, while she forced her mouth down on Dean until her nose pressed against his trimmed pubes, she looked up at him, a gleam appearing in her watering eyes. She slurped his length as he withdrew and licked her lips.

She blinked rapidly, looking around at the men then looking back at Dean, who was holding the camera.

"Boss, I think I can take them all," she said hopefully.

"What do you mean? You already have, sweetie," he said, caressing her blushing cheek.

"No boss, I mean all at once."

A few of the men chuckled.

"You only have so many holes, my dear," said Scott.

Andrea frowned, but remained steadfast. She looked at Carl and Kevin, who were stroking their cocks with one hand, and caressing her ass with the other.

"You two... put your cocks behind my knees," she suggested, sitting up a bit until her calves were not longer pressing against the backs of her thighs.

The men grinned, catching her meaning. They got down on one knee and put their dicks in the crook of her knee, then she lowered herself down again, her calves and thighs now squeezing their members firmly.

"Well I'll be damned. She's as clever as she is slutty," laughed Kevin, pumping his cock a few times as if to test how good her toned leg felt squeezing his dick.

Andrea beamed up at Dean, and began stroking Scott and John's cocks. Greg was underneath her, pushing his hips up so his thick cock fucked her pussy, and Tim was thoroughly enjoying her ass, thrusting his big black dick deep into her bowels. As Kevin and Carl fucked her legs and spanked her ass, she opened her mouth and winked at Dean.

"Please fuck my mouth, boss," she whimpered, tilting her head up so his large cock rested across her pretty face.

"With pleasure, honey," he said, and slid his prick down, guiding it into her open mouth.

She immediately began bobbing her head on him. She had done it. 

"Wow... seven cocks at once..." someone said in awe over the speaker.

"I think we've set a record," Dean said to Andrea as her tongue circled his swollen head.

And it was indeed spectacular. The grunts and groans filled the room as Andrea pleased all seven men. She was doing an amazing job, and Dean was genuinely impressed by her performance. The camera was passed around to all the men to get their respective points-of-view of Andrea's spectacular body. As she gagged on his dick, he felt a familiar tingle in his balls as the camera made its way back to him.

"I'm close, baby," murmured Dean as he held her pony tail, thrusting into her mouth deep and hard.

"Fuck... me too," grunted Tim as he banged her asshole.

At that moment, Greg grunted and cried out, "Cumming!" Andrea's eyes widened as she must have felt his cock expand inside her pussy as he ejaculated into her.

"Yes baby, ooooh your ass is making me cum!" growled Tim as he drove his cock deep into her bowels, wincing as he unloaded his semen inside her perfect bottom.

Andrea moaned around Dean's cock as she sucked it hard, her cheeks pulling in. 

"Here it comes, baby... aaaaah!" moaned Dean as his cock twitched, unleashing a powerful blast of jism into her sucking mouth.

Her yes watered as the men pumped their cum into her every hole, groaning as their cock spurted, filling her up. She tried to swallow Dean's load, gulping as he ejaculated again, some of the cum escaping and dribbling over her chin. Tim pulled out and jerked his cock over her arched back, spurting his warm cum up her body. Dean took his cue and pulled his dick from her mouth, stroking it quickly, laying thick stripes of sperm across her face, coating her classes.

"Oooooh fuuuuuck!" she cried as she came hard, squeezing the cocks in her hands hard as she shuddered, opening her mouth to catch another wad of cum from her boss.

When his cock had finished unloading on his secretary's face, Dean stepped back, panting.

"Get her on her back. It's time for her cum shower," he commanded.

Several hands reached out to help Andrea off Greg's dick and, after he moved, flipped her onto her back. She immediately spread her legs and rubbed her clit, thick gobs of cum leaking from her pussy and asshole and dripping down onto the table.

"Yes! Cum all over me, sirs!" she begged, her other hand rubbing her tits and pinching her nipples as she struggled to see through her cum-smeared glasses. 

Dean stood between her legs, filming as Scott, Carl, John, and Kevin arranged themselves around her, furiously stroking their cocks. It didn't take long for the first orgasmic moans to be heard.

"Aaaahhh yes!" roared Carl, sounding happy he was able to cum at all after the fuck session he had just had.

His cum didn't so much spurt as dribble from his wrinkled cock, pouring down onto Andrea's left tit. Kevin was next, bending his knees and aiming his fat dick head at Andrea's face, his cum exploding out of him and splashing off her cheek. She turned her head toward it and caught another spurt in her mouth before Kevin aimed down her body, spurting over her collarbone and right tit.

"Ooooh fuck yes, your cum is so warm!" shrieked Andrea, giggling as she masturbated. "I want more! I'm your cum slut!"

Scott and John came nearly simultaneously, one starting at her face, the other at her pussy, shooting jism over her body, covering her in their seed as she arched her back and moaned.

"Aaaaahhnnn... cummmiiinnnggg!" she screamed as the four men jacked off over her, her skin being spackled by their sticky cum.

She bucked and shuddered, whining and moaning as she came, spreading the men's cum over her tits and stomach as Dean filmed every filthy moment. Finally, every man was finished, leaving the participants panting and red-faced. Andrea, coming down from her orgasm, turned onto her hands and knees and went to each man, cleaning their cocks with her mouth until every last one had been sucked clean. She cleaned Dean last, looking up at the camera, probably unable to see through her thickly coated glasses.

"Well? How did I do?" she asked innocently, biting her finger.

Dean looked down at her body, dripping with semen. She had been thoroughly fucked by these horny old men, but he would be damned if he didn't think she got off on it more than they did.

"You did magnificently, my dear," he said sincerely.

"Hear hear!" shouted Carl, clapping loudly.

Every man followed his lead, smiling and clapping their hands as Dean helped Andrea to her feet. She did a twirl, licking her lips and showing the men her cum-painted body. The men began to dress again, and Scott signed off on the conference call.

"I'll send you boys the video once I get it uploaded," he assured them.

They thanked Andrea profusely, telling her she was the most talented PA they had ever seen.

"Sasha, bring in some towels, hun," Scott said over the intercom.

A moment later, Sasha entered looking a little apprehensive, carrying a small stack of thick hand towels.

Scott pointed to Andrea. "Our guest needs some help cleaning up."

She gasped when she saw Andrea's dripping body, but nodded and walked toward her, handing her a towel.

"Will you help me? I can't see very well right now," Andrea asked her, giggling.

Sasha's mouth opened, and she looked at Scott, who simply nodded. She gingerly began wiping Andrea down, starting at her thighs and moving up. She went through a couple towels, mopping up the mess. Her hands lingered a little longer at Andrea's pussy and tits, almost caressing them.

"Wow... they really had fun with you," she murmured softly as she dabbed Andrea's chest.

"I'm a good negotiator," said Andrea.

When Sasha reached her face, Dean touched her arm. "No, leave it."

Sasha looked at him in shock, but decided not to argue, simply taking the soiled towels and leaving sheepishly. Dean helped Andrea get dressed, as Scott and John made the necessary amendments to the contract and signed off on it. Dean whispered into Andrea's ear, and she giggled, then asked Greg to come over.

"These are for you, sir," Andrea said, handing him her lacy bra and wet panties.

His face lit up and he held her sexy thong to his nose, inhaling deeply. "Thank you so much, Andrea."

Dean collected his documents and shook hands with the men, then they all came over to Andrea to shake her hand and congratulate her on a deal well done. Each man showered her with praise and compliments as they checked her out in her sexy outfit, her nipples showing clearly through her sheer top now that she was braless.

Scott shook her hand last, saying, "We hope to see you again soon, Andrea."

"And I hope I can use my negotiation skills on you again soon, sir," she replied, licking an errant drop of cum from her upper lip.

Dean carefully wiped her glasses enough so that she could see, poking his finger into her mouth so she could suck the cum off. They left the room, Dean leading Andrea by the arm and walked through the lobby. Everyone stared at the sexy bespectacled young lady in the see-through top with the cum dripping down her face and hair in confusion and shock. Andrea blushed furiously, but couldn't help but giggle when they got in the lift, coincidentally with the two men who had ridden the lift up with them hours before. If they stared at her before, now they positively gawked.

"What's the matter boys? Never seen a cum-covered slut before?" she asked, pushing her tits out and smiling broadly.

Dean smiled. Never had he been so proud of his naughty neighbour.