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Something in Common

By: femmepen



Heath had found that his favorite form of pleasure was that inflicted upon himself by himself. Masturbation had become his more beloved lover and release of the magnitude of his sexual tension. However it was more than just playing with himself that satisfied his needs, it was the public displays of his desire that truly fueled his pleasure. He had always figured it was harmless since it was just the voyeur in him playing and not him acting out completely. He would play with his cock while watching women sunbathe by the pool, walking on the beach or just doing anything in something small and out in the open. He would hide himself and release his passions without anyone’s knowledge. 

He had taken to sharing his desire for expressing his act by delving into cyber and phone sex, a mutually consenting form of sharing intimate moments. He loved letting go and crying out as he caught his cum in a towel telling the girl on the other end of the line how far he shot or how big his member was. Yet he wanted to take it one step further. He wanted something dangerously exciting and had adapted this behavior into his life over the past 6 or 7 months. 

It began at his last job as a copywriter for a department store. He wrote copy about fashions and on many occasions would watch the models fit the clothes and have their pictures taken for ads. He knew that just behind a door they were all naked together helping one another put on the clothes and he imagined some risqué behavior as well. He would spend his afternoons in the john masturbating once or twice, but he wanted to take the thrill a step further. One afternoon he got up the balls to go into the ladies’ bathroom right next door. He quickly scurried in ready with any explanation that he was reading and walked in the wrong door just in case someone saw him. No one did, he was alone and went into a stall. 

Dropping his pants and boxers he pulled out his flaccid cock, still a bit anxious about being caught. He stroked himself and came very quickly the first time, but over the months he became more attuned to the anxiety and would listen as many women came in and out of the lavatory. He would listen to them pee and though that didn’t excite him, it was the knowledge that there was exposed pussy right next to him and he couldn’t help but pulse with desire. 

When he changed jobs he went to an ad agency and was immediately enticed by the blonde clerks that seemed to not even notice he was there. He had asked a couple out and was turned down flat each time souring his desire to perform even for himself. He decided to try the bathroom trick again. This time he incorporated fantasy into his act and developed a perverted love with these women though they had no clue. 

Sometimes he would follow them in and sneak into the stall listening to them sigh and pee and wanting so bad to shove his hard cock into their pretty pink mouths. He had never been aggressive, but in his fantasy he knew that if he forced them to pleasure him they would see how much of a man he was and adore him. He would have cute little Heather sucking his cock as she sat on the toilet, forcing it down her throat and making her swallow his load. She would wink to wipe away the tears as she knew she had never had such a wonderful piece of meat. 

Then there was Christi, the one who teased him and would repeatedly make fun of his compliments. She would ride his cock hard and fast as it tore into her. He may be small in stature, but he did know his cock was a bit more than average and that is what she needed. From then on she would be the one to ask him out if only to be fucked or suck his massive cock. Oh how these fantasies made his cock swell and spurt relieving the tension he faced each day. 

One afternoon he changed his mode and went in there on a whim without knowing who was in there or if anyone would join him. He saw sandals under the door and pants around the ankles and figured it was Anne, another co-worker. She was nice, though not his type. She had dark hair, sort of chunky and very smart, though it was her kindness that frightened him. She seemed very wise and very pure and this only seemed to showcase his perversity inside him. He took the stall next to her and waited for her to leave. 

After a few moments of him jerking off and the fantasies starting to rear their naughty heads he heard her breathing start to increase in the stall next door. Was she OK? He wondered, then there was a sigh and he heard her rummaging for something. Then there was a buzzing sound like a small pager. Yes vibration sound, a vibrator? Her breaths quickened and her moans began to grow louder. She must have forgotten that I was in here, he thought. She’s masturbating too. This made him even harder. The thought of sweet Anne making herself cum forced his cock to expand and throb. The moans were deeper as the toy did its job and he wanted so bad to watch her. He tried to picture her sitting there with a vibrator against her pussy and her fingers massaging her tits. She had nice tits, large and firm, yes he had always admired her tits. God, he thought, this is too intense. 

She knew he could hear her. She had planned it. Days before she had spotted him in the bathroom and at first was quite shocked. Then it became intriguing that the little puppy was so perverted. Sure masturbating at work was one thing, but in the ladies’ bathroom, well that was a step above. Heath was such a quiet guy and she had always viewed him as a touch pathetic. He swooned over the clerks, but they treated him like shit and he adored that too. She knew he had to have some major issues, but this fetish was the most interesting one. She had hoped that he would come in and she herself had only been in the stall for about 3 or 4 minutes waiting. 

She saw the shoes and heard his familiar whistle when he came in. She could hear him begin to stroke himself and set about to put on her little show. She felt so naughty, but knew he wouldn’t tell, how could he. Her little butterfly vibrator was the perfect accompaniment for this play so she brought it along. 

With pants and panties down around her ankles and the only person to hear her being Heath she set the butterfly on low and felt the wonderful pulsing go through her body via her clit. 

Her mind drifted to fantasies of her own, as he was silent in his self-pleasure. Chris, one of the other copywriters was her usual taste in this case. Chris was a woman who though married, seemed to despise men and sex. Anne wasn’t sure if Chris liked women, but she figured what the bitch really needed was a good lesbian fuck to set her straight, so to say. She had imagined many scenarios with themes that had developed into Chris being her sex slave. Today’s particular scenario involved Chris being summoned to the restroom with her to service her Mistress’s pussy. 

As the butterfly tickled her clit she imagined her coworker lapping at her pearl and driving her fingers deep within her cunt releasing more juices to drink. She moaned louder aware that Heath was tied to ever gasp and even let a “eat me you slut” slip on purpose. She was in two worlds both unreal to most and both making her come so close to passionate release. Another outburst of “oh yes you slut bitch show me how bad you want it” and she knew that Heath was as close as she was. 

Anne was becoming more and more hot and he along with her. The whole image of this very straight woman melted away to reveal a bisexual dominate woman set on perversion. He loved it. He wondered who she fantasized about and thought of that bitch Christi between Anne’s thick thighs. Oh how much fun they could have with her. He would fuck her round ass as she lapped at Anne. This was way too much to handle as his cum shot all over the stall door and he moaned without thinking. 

He heard the outer door of the bathroom open and a conversation enter with two women. They continued to chatter as the vibrator went silent and so did Anne. Him and his partner had more in common than anyone knew, but did she know he was there. Did she know it was a guy? He was turned on again by the thrill but quelled his desire to jerk again. He waited as the yappers left and heard Anne’s door open. Should he approach her? Would she freak out? He thought better of it and stayed in place as she left unaware of their common desires. 

Or was she. She left as the two accounting ladies yapped about someone in their office. Strolling back to her office she felt the wonderful release of the orgasm as well as the wonderful sharing of the experience with Heath. Though she still had no real longing for him, she appreciated his sexually deviant mind and hoped for a bit more in this exploration.

Something in Common



This story contains interracial sex, incest, and male bisexuality, don't read it if you don't have a sexually open and adventurous mind.

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My brother and I shared an apartment off campus when we went to college and I was always curious as to why he wanted me gone when he did private tutoring sessions for the school basketball players, all of whom were black. One day I decided to see what he got up to while I was gone so I parked my car a few blocks from our place and then I ran home and hid in the closet and I waited.

Not too long after I hid I heard him come in with a member of the basketball team. My brother told his "student" to have a seat and so that they could do their thing while sitting on the living room couch. I slowly and silently crept out of the closet and I watched them through a crack in the door. I watched as my brother, a good looking blond guy of average height, tutored a tall muscle laden black guy of about 20 years of age. His name was Omar and he was one of the finest looking black men I have ever seen. 

Here's a little history about me before I finish my tale, I had only dated and fucked black guys up to that point in my life. I had many white male friends but none of them ever "did it" for me like black men did. So when I tell you Omar was hot, he was hot as hell and my pussy got wet just thinking about what I would have done to him if it was he and I alone in our living room.

I forced myself to watch as my brother Jim droned on and on about math as he tried to teach Omar enough so that he'd pass his math class and stay eligible to play basketball. I was just about to get up and go back in the closet when I heard Jim say, "That's all for today's lesson O." He flashed a wicked grin at Omar and then he said, "Now it's time for you to pay me my fee." 

I expected Omar to reach in his pocket to get out his wallet but I got the shock of my life when I saw him reach down and unzip his pants. He then took out his big black beauty of a cock and I swear it was about 9 inches around and it looked to be as big around as my forearm. I was in heat just looking at it. I felt my pussy get hotter and wetter as I stared at his beautiful black dick. 

Then the real shocking thing happened. My brother Jim, my little brother who the girls went crazy for, and who in fact had a stunning girlfriend at the time all this took place, reached over and he began stroking Omar's cock. As his hand went up and down on that monster cock I was turned on and shocked at the same time. I had never been in seeing two guys with one another but watching my brother give Omar a hand job was such a turn on. I could hardly wait to see what happened next.

Omar's cock stiffened and then my little bro leaned down and he kissed the glistening head. He opened his mouth and he sucked in Omar's cock helmet. I watched as Omar closed his eyes and let my brother's magic mouth do it's thing. Jim could only fit the head and a little of the shaft in his mouth and as he greedily sucked he stroked the rest of Omar's rock hard shaft. Jim grunted and moaned as he sucked that big black cock that I wanted inside me.

Omar moaned put his hands gently on Jim's head and he slowly pushed his dick up into my little brother's mouth. I could tell he was enjoying the hell out of my brother's talented mouth. Jim took the black dick out of his mouth long enough to tell Omar to stand up and to take off his shorts and boxers. Omar obeyed and then Jim knelt before him and he took his cock in one hand and he lifted it so he could lick and kiss Omar's balls, his taint, and his pinkish black asshole. Jim was planting wet kisses everywhere as he stroked. I could see both men were enjoying it. Omar was getting off on having his body worshipped by a white man and Jim was enjoying pleasing such a sexy black man with his mouth and hands.

Before he stuck Omar's cock back in his mouth he asked, "You want my ass Lord Omar?" Omar shook his head no and he said, "I ain't got time for that today white boy. I'll just finish in your mouth." So not only did my brother love to suck dick but he liked to get his ass fucked too? My mind reeled as I watched him suck and stroke Omar. Was my little bro gay? I didn't care if he was I just wanted him to be open and honest with me if he was. 

Omar's grunts and moans became louder and he fucked Jim's face a bit faster. Jim reached up and gave Omar's balls a gentle squeeze as he sucked and sucked. As Jim gave what looked like to me was one hell of a blow job, I saw Omar's balls tighten a bit. I had seen that enough to know what was coming next. Omar let out a loud animalistic grunt and he began shooting his load in my little brother's willing and waiting mouth. 

Jim pulled Omar deeper in his mouth as it filled up. His hands gripped Omar's clenching ass cheeks for dear life as he took that hot load down his throat. Omar spasmed as he drained his cum into my brother's mouth. Then after he was finished and he took a breath or tow he noticed the clock. He said as he quickly pulled his boxers and his shorts up, "Shit man, I'm gonna be late for practice. I gots to run white boy. Thanks for the lesson." As he briskly moved to the door he said, "Same time next week?"

Jim swallowed and looked at him adoringly. He replied, "Hell yes. Oh, hey, remind Darnell that he has an appointment with me tomorrow." 

"Sure thing man." Omar blew him a kiss as he closed the door behind him.

I could have done many things right then but in my hot lustful state I chose to open the door and to walk out in the living room and talk to Jim about what I had just seen. I said, "That was the fucking hottest ting I have ever seen in my life." Jim was shocked to see me. He turned forty shades of red and he tried to hide his big boner that he had been stroking. He stammered as he said, "What...what...ummm. did you see exactly." He tried to hide his rock hard dick from me as he struggled to stand up. "I was just....ummm...I..."

My pussy was flooding my panties and my clit was throbbing as I watched him try to recover from me having seen him suck a big black dick and love it. I took his hand off his dick and I looked him in the eye. I said, "It's okay honey. If you like to suck guys off then it's fine with me."

He jerked his hand away and he said, "I'm not gay! It's just that..."

"That you like sucking dick. Right hon?" I smiled sweetly at him.

He blushed. "Not all dick, just black guys dicks."

That did it for me. I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed him and pulled him close to me and I kissed him hard. He resisted at first but I pushed my tongue into his mouth and I got to taste a little of Omar's cum. 

He broke our kiss but he stayed in my embrace. "What are you doing? What are we doing?" 

I could feel his cock pressing into me. "Fuck Jim, I got so hot watching you suck off Omar that I need some relief," I reached down to grab his dick, "and by the feel of things you need it too."

"But we're brother and sister. It's wrong." His cock throbbed in my hand.

"Some people say guys sucking cock is wrong. Especially white guys sucking big black dicks." I could feel him become more excited as the words 'big' 'black' and 'dicks' left my mouth. "Stick your hand between my legs and feel how wet I am. Feel how much I fucking want to fuck my little black cock loving brother." Jim did as I told him and he felt how slippery wet I was. 

"Holy shit sis, you're soaking." 

"I'm soaking wet for you baby bro. You got me in such a state. I need to ride a dick right this second." I kissed him hard as we fondled one another. Through my ragged breath I said, "Get our fucking clothes off white boy." He quickly obeyed and I backed off him a step and I began to do the same. 

He reached out to me and I took his trembling hand and I pushed him toward the couch. "Lay down on your back white boy." He obeyed and I straddled him. My wet pussy took in with no problems at all, after all I was used to much bigger men but somehow his dick felt right inside me. He pumped up into me and I in turn ground my wet pussy on his pole. I leaned down and we kissed as we fucked. The smell of our lovemaking filled our nostrils and it spurred us on to go faster and harder.

My nipples were rock hard and I broke our kiss so that Jim could pull on them as he pumped his dick in me. "Fuucccccccccccck yes! Fuck me Jimmy, fuck me white boy. Fuck your big sister." At that point I finally exploded with my first orgasm. I almost blacked out I came so hard. Jim was pulling on my nipples and thrusting up wildly inside me. I was almost in heaven, the only thing that would have made it more like heaven for me was if I had a big black cock to stuff inside my hungry pussy next.

I rode Jimmy harder and ground down on him so hard that I thought I might break his dick off but somehow he held on. I felt his balls tighten and he pulled my face to his and he kissed me as he started to cum. I could feel his hot cum spraying inside me and I don't think I ever enjoyed a man coming inside me as much as I did right then. It all felt so right, my on top of my sexy little brother, his cum in me, and add to that the knowledge that he, like me, was into black men. His dick felt sooooo good inside me as it shot it's last little bit. 

As his body went limp from our lovemaking I collapsed on him. Our sex scent in my nose and his taste on my lips, I lay there on him and our breathing became synchronized. After about ten blissful minutes of just laying there sweating and nuzzling my naked little brother as his seed seeped out slowly from my pussy, I broke the silence by saying, "This changes everything little brother."

I could feel him tense up as he absorbed my words.

"But don't worry, all the changes are going to be for the better." I smiled at him and I gave him a hot wet little kiss.

He said, "You promise?"

I reached down, got two of my fingers coated with his cum and my pussy juice, I licked one clean, and I offered him the other. "Oh yeah baby brother, I promise."