2 comments/ 37330 views/ 14 favorites Sally Mae By: RobbWarren I am posting this in First Time, but if you read to the end, it would be appropriate in Loving Wives as well for the swinger action near the end. All characters are of legal age during any depiction of sexual activity. ***** Sally Mae was a short girl, with a pretty face and long dark hair. She grew up in a farming community in the rural Midwest, the daughter of a preacher man. But if anyone mentioned Sally Mae's name, the first thought was of her breasts. They were truly large and beautiful tits. I suppose it wasn't just the sheer size, but in proportion to her otherwise small frame, they dominated her appearance. Generally girls growing in a conservative rural area who happened to develop early, or big, or had nipples that popped noticeably, would be instructed on how to cover up, to try to draw boys' attention elsewhere, and they tried to ignore the obvious stares. Sally Mae couldn't even begin to do that. She of course dressed conservatively, and never showed any cleavage or obvious nipple bumps, but there were no clothes she could wear that did not stretch tightly across those mammaries. So Sally Mae just grew up knowing that her breasts would be the initial view people would have of her. But she remained fairly sweet and apparently innocent anyway. I knew her first from a church group when I was in senior high and she was in junior high. We talked and laughed a lot, I liked her, and she felt comfortable around me. I had a girlfriend my age, and I didn't try to hit on Sally Mae, so maybe she felt safe with me. A few years later, she started dating, and of course we all envied whoever might be the lucky guy who got a hand or mouth on her tits. I went away to college and didn't see Sally Mae for a few years. Once though I was home over Christmas to visit my parents, and I ran into Sally Mae at the grocery store. She had graduated from high school the spring before, and now was going to the local community college. We were glad to see each other. I was smiling but of course my eyes were on her breasts, as large and proud as ever. She had grown up, looked more mature, more confident and she smiled broadly. We got a pop (that's a "soda" for you Easterners) together and talked. Then out of the blue she asked if I was going to still be here on Saturday night, and when I said yes, she asked if I would like to go to a dance at her church. It was a Sadie Hawkins dance, where the girl asks the boy, so this was totally appropriate. Of course I said yes. That dance was one of the most amazing nights of my life. Actually I don't remember much about the dance, but after a few hours of her breasts crushed into my stomach while dancing (she's a lot shorter than I am), I was pretty jazzed up. I'm sure she could feel my hard on, which was slowly rubbing on her stomach underneath her breasts. We left the dance, and I think we both knew we needed some privacy. I drove her to a small guest house my parents had on the lake. Finally, sitting on the couch, kissing her, I finally was able to touch her breasts. At first on the outside, over her dress, and I fumbled for the buttons to open her front. She seemed a little nervous, so I asked if this was okay, as my thumb found her nipple and make circles around it, making the nipple erect under her clothes. She said it was, she trusted me. I asked if she had let other boys touch her breasts. She told me she didn't date a lot in high school, but yes, every boy wanted to touch her breasts and she started letting them when they were nice to her and kissed her nicely. At that she stood up and finished unbuttoning her dress, letting it fall to floor. She stood there in black lace bra and panties, pretty sexy for the daughter of a preacher man I thought. As I stared, she reached behind her, undid her bra, and then I saw those breasts that I had been dreaming about for years. She stepped forward and stood still as I reached out and caressed them, first with my hands, then my mouth. Her breasts were amazingly firm for their size and protruded straight out, capped with large dark areolas and thick nipples. I was in heaven, using my hands to lift and hold her breasts while sucking her nipples. She sighed and stroked my hair as I sucked her. Then she surprised me again. She said, "You know, this is as far as I've ever gone. Boys get mesmerized in my breasts. I know their penises get hard and I stroke it through their pants. And that's it. I guess they have an orgasm but they get embarrassed and then leave. But no one has even asked me to take off my panties." Then looking at me she said what I thought might be coming: "I'm still a virgin. Would you please show me how to do it?" Needless to say, I did. I took my time, and unlike her earlier boyfriends, was determined not to cum until she was ready. I took off her panties, then I got undressed. She had never actually seen a hard cock before, so I spent some time letting her touch it. I showed her how to stroke it, and let her play with my cock head and balls. Finally I asked her to put it in her mouth. She did. She was a good student as I told her how to kiss and lick the V under the cock head and how to suck it into her mouth. I was really trying not to blow my nut though, so told her it was her turn. I asked her to lie down on the couch, and I stood next to it, one hand on her breast, pinching her nipple, one sliding up her thigh to her pussy. I told her to look at me and tell me how it felt. She was wide-eyed as I slid my finger up and down her slit, separating her meaty labia, and gently flicking her clit. She may be a virgin but her body certainly knew how to respond sexually. My strokes brought forth a wetness that soon covered my hand and her legs. Her eyes were half shut now, looking at me, but her mind was clearly on her pussy, and the one finger that was slowly penetrating her virgin cunt. She was as tight as you would expect, but she was so wet by now that once I got one finger in, then another, and I was able to start moving them around, almost prying her pussy further open from inside. I think that's when she came the first time. She gasped, her eyes rolled and shut and my hand was suddenly soaked. This little girl had obviously had too much foreplay and not enough climax. When I went down on her she came almost immediately again, as I worked her pussy open with tongue and fingers. Finally I stood, leaned up and gave her a big wet sloppy kiss, so she could taste her own juices on my lips and then positioned myself between her legs. This was actually new for me too. Although I was now 21 and had had several girlfriends, I have never had sex with a virgin. I was prepared and she watched as I opened a condom and rolled it down my cock. When my cock slowly entered her and separated those virgin labia for the first time, I felt like I was losing my cherry as well. We had slow sex for quite awhile. Her face did show some pain initially as her inner pussy broke open but it didn't take long for her hips to start moving in rhythm with mine. I couldn't take it longer, my balls tightened and I felt the spasms as I emptied into her. After coming I stayed in her for awhile, both of us feeling the heat of our juices and organs. As my cock declined, I pulled out, holding the condom as I exited. "Show me," she said, and reached out to take the full condom. She held it, full of semen, and then slowly spilled it out onto her breasts. I'm now thinking, "this girl may be a virgin but she's got a kinky side to her" She was amazed by looking at the result of her first full sex: she had felt guys twitch and cum under her hand, but never actually saw cum. I told her to taste some, and she did. Fast forward 20 years. Sally Mae is now 38 and I'm 41. In those intervening years, we always made a point to get together when we were back in our hometown, and the sex was always intense. I became the lucky guy who got to play with Sally Mae's titties year after year. She had married along the way, and had two children. For several years I didn't see her, but when I did again it was obvious she was just as sexual a being as ever. She had outgrown her early shyness, and now was a confident, strong woman. Her breasts still preceded her as she entered a room, and there was still that hush as both men and women wondered what they would look and feel like. But she had grown to like the attention too. Several years after her divorce, I saw her again, and as she was riding my cock, stuck straight up into her still tight pussy, her giant boobs bouncing in my face, she asked me another question. She wondered if I had ever had a threesome, with other guys having sex with the same girl. I had not, but it turns out she had developed this fantasy of having sex with multiple men. But she was afraid and wanted someone to take care of her in that situation. Again, two years later, I was that lucky guy. Fast forward another few years. Sally Mae was dressed in an ankle length fur coat, appropriate in the January snow. Bundled up like that, one would not guess what she looked like underneath. I was in a full length black wool overcoat over the tuxedo I wore underneath. But we weren't going to a ball, we were going to a swingers club in a large east coast city, far from our home town. Entering the large room, Sally Mae got the usual reaction when she removed the outer coat. There was that momentary hush as the other guests now saw the real Sally Mae: waist length black hair framed the red corset with cutouts through which her tits extended, black stockings with red garters and crotchless panties exposed her neatly trimmed black bush. Removing my coat, my black tux was quite formal, except for the pants, which were actually just black leather chaps, with my slightly engorged cock hanging free. You can imagine the fun as we circulated among the other couples. Everyone was touching Sally Mae's tits as we walked around, mostly men and some women too. Each guy wanted to feel the heft of her breasts, and tug on an erect nipple. Although Sally Mae is always the attraction in a room, I appreciate that the ladies will often touch my cock or kiss me while watching their husbands immerse themselves in Sally Mae's breasts. Later in the evening, you would see a scene that has become quintessential Sally Mae. Lying on her back, with a man between her legs, pumping into her as her breasts sway from the thrusts. I am directing the action; as soon as one man cums, I pick the next one to step up and insert his cock into her pussy. Sally Mae likes to take them one at a time, not together. She lies back and swoons in her own world as a series of men mount her and watch her boobies sway with the rhythm of their strokes, until they can't stand it any longer and cum deep in her pussy. I'm having my own fun, as the men's wives suck me or ride me, while we all watch Sally Mae. Our deal is that I have to hold back from cumming for as long as I can - that's for her. After she has had five or six men, and when I can't stand it anymore, we have a signal that it is time. The last man finishes inside of her, and then it is our turn. We require that the men wear condoms of course, but now it is Sally Mae and my turn to be the show. We are fluid bonded so when she mounts me bareback I can feel the slickness of her now well fucked pussy. She rides me hard, I lift her ass and thrust deep into her. I reach back and spread her ass cheeks, partly so our new friends can see the effect of my cock sliding into her pussy, and partly just because she thinks that's dirty and it makes her cum. She sticks her massive tits in my mouth and I bite the nipples hard and pound the deepest part of her pussy. When I finally release, and my aching balls convulse and shoot hot cum deep into her pussy, we get a cheer from the audience. I think Sally Mae has developed very nicely from the small town daughter of a preacher man. Sally-Mae My name's Brad. I live up in the hills in the back country. I'm rather a big lad, being built along Schwarzenegger lines, though somewhat more handsome. Probably not quite as strong, though. I'd been out hunting (not poaching, I had a license) and had come up with exactly zip. It was one of those days when the only animal prowling the woods was me, and I was now heading homeward. Strolling down a back-trail I spotted someone coming towards me. It was a pretty young lady by the name of Sally-Mae. A sweet little thing was Sally-Mae, even though she'd never had too much time for me. She seemed to think I was some sort of moron. I'm not, but for some reason people look at me, say muscle only, and don't give me any credit for intelligence. This has counted in my favour in a number of instances. Sally-Mae was more Tinkerbell than Xena. A petite little thing with a pixie face. I'd like to be able to wax lyrical about her figure but when you're Tinkerbell there's not all that much to talk about. Shapely enough, I guess, but lacking in volume. It was a warm day and Sally-Mae was dressed accordingly, wearing a short-sleeved button-up shirt and cotton shorts. I'm quite sure she must shop in the kid's section still. Looking at her approach something was nagging at me. Then I remembered. She was married now. She'd recently married Billy-Joe who, in my opinion, was a genuine idiot, even if he did put on a good show of intelligence. "Well met, Sally-Mae," I said as she approached. "You're looking good." "Brad," she said, nodding to me. At least, she remembered my name. "So how's married life treating you?" I asked. "And why are you wandering through the woods alone like little Red Riding Hood?" "Marriage is just fine," she said airily, "and this Red Riding Hood can handle any wolves she meets. Billy wanted to go fishing and, not wanting to hang around and wait for hours, I decided to walk on home." Fair enough I guess. Billy did know how to catch a fish occasionally. I looked at Sally-Mae, odd little thoughts running through my mind. Little things like how was she enjoying married life and what had she learnt? Things like, that shirt has buttons that are too small. Tug the collar apart just right and the buttons would pop open one after the other. I used to have a shirt like it, so I knew first hand. Another little thing that was nagging at me - was she wearing a bra under that shirt? I thought not, not that she needed one. Before I had consciously decided to find out I had my hands on collar and was pulling gently in opposite directions. I was quite right about those buttons. The top one popped open and the rest followed, one after the other, the shirt gaping wide. I was also right about the no bra. Her breasts might have been small but they were firm and ripe, standing out all creamy with little pink nipples. "You have quite lovely breasts, Sally-Mae," I said quietly. "A little small, possibly, but perfection comes in small packages at times." "You great ape," she shrieked, slapping at my hands and trying to draw her shirt back together. "What the hell is the big idea?" "I wanted to see you," I said simply. "And you are well worth looking at. It's going to be interesting finding out what you have learnt since getting married." I let the shirt go, preferring to reach out and lightly stroke her breasts. She slapped my hands away, jerking her shirt together and starting to do up the buttons. "I've learnt not to give men like you an inch," she snapped while buttoning. Instead of buttoning up she should have been watching what else I was up to. She was still doing up buttons when I snapped open the catch on her shorts. Goodness me, the language she used. "Knock it off, you jerk," she finished up. "You know I don't play those sort of games. What the hell makes you think I'll sleep with you?" Her hands darted down to do up her shorts and I promptly took the opportunity to pop open the buttons on her shirt again. Seeing this left her breasts exposed she decided covering them up was more important than doing up her shorts. I caught her wrists and the result was her shirt was hanging open and her shorts were unbuttoned. "What on earth makes you think I'm asking you to sleep with me?" I asked her, letting her see my amusement as she wriggled about, trying to get her hands free. "Ha! Undoing my things and saying you want to find out what I've learnt. Sounds like it to me." "Well, you're mistaken. I was asking no such thing. Why should I bother to ask when I can just help myself?" With that I let go her hands, took her shirt, and jerked it down her arms to her elbows, effectively pinning her arms to her side. "What? You wouldn't dare. That would be rape," she protested. "Um, yes," I admitted. "I believe some people might call it that." While speaking I'd latched onto her shorts and pushed them down, taking her panties along for the ride. She still had her clothes on but they sure weren't hiding her charms. "Billy would kill you," she said, sounding slightly shocked. "Oh, I doubt it. For a start he's scared shitless of me and also you'd have to tell him what happened. I don't think you'll do that." "Come," I said, tugging downward on her arm. "I want you on your hands and knees." "The hell with that. I'm not doing anything you want." "You will. You can't stop me so you might as well do as I say. Behave yourself and I promise not to hurt you. If you're good I may not even have sex with you, just touch you up a bit. Now kneel." Fuming she went down onto her knees, and then on to hands and knees with just a little persuasion. "Rest you head on your forearms," I murmured. "You'll feel more comfortable." I ran my hand over her bottom, following the curve until I cupped her mound. With my hand nicely in place I gently rubbed her, stroking her pudenda, slowly working at getting her aroused. "Ah, Sally-Mae, if you don't want your bottom smacked you might like to stop the swearing. I'm a sensitive soul and being called an unmitigated bastard and lowlife is hurtful." I lightly patted her bottom to indicate I wasn't kidding, hand sliding back to continue the massage when she subsided. I was also reaching under her and rubbing her breasts. What is it they say? Any more than a handful is wasted. Sally-Mae's breasts fitted my hand very neatly with no wastage, and I truly appreciated them. I continued the pussy massage, my fingers making the occasional foray between her lips, dipping inside to test the waters. She was hot and wet and tight. Well, hot and slightly damp and tight. "Don't let this worry you," I said softly, as I spread her lips a little. "I'm not going to take you right now. I'm just getting a feel for you." I had managed to undo my trousers and let the snake loose and it was rearing its head, looking for action. I just pressed lightly against the space I'd created, letting her lips close over me. "What the fuck is that?" came the horrified demand. "Relax. It's just the head of my cock pressing against you. I said I wasn't going in just yet." She was squirming about, not really trying to pull away, but definitely not trying to push herself onto me. It was quite exhilarating feeling her polishing my knob. "What," she demanded, "do you mean, just the head pressing against me? It feels a damn sight more than that from where I am." "Like I said, just the head, but if you keep on doing what you're doing you're going to set it off before very much longer. That's quite a stunt you're pulling." She froze at that, just holding still. I let myself just lean against her, feeling her heat. I could also feel her softening just where my cock was pressing, tacitly inviting me deeper. I should be clear here. Her passage was ready to yield, not Sally-Mae. I tested my hypothesis. I pushed, not too hard, and found myself sliding slightly deeper, her passage happily parting, clinging to me as I moved that little deeper. Sally-Mae wasn't quite so happy about it. "What are you doing? You said you weren't going to put it right in." "I haven't. That wasn't my fault. You must have pressed back against me." From the sound of her indignant spluttering she wasn't buying that. That was OK. While she was spluttering I pushed a little deeper. "Enough. That's it. You take that damn thing out. No more, you understand?" "Stop whining. Anyone would think you were an innocent little virgin. Goodness, I've barely put anything in. See." A wail of protest but I had gained another inch. "You might as well relax. I'm going to put the rest of it in." "And just how much more is there, damn you?" "Don't know. I've never bothered to measure. Um, this much?" I was pushing slowly but steadily forward, sinking in deep, her passage stretching and yielding, and clinging. I didn't stop until I was fully inside her, ignoring protests that were coming with increasing fervency. Then my groin was pressed firmly against her pussy and I slid my hands around her to cup both her breasts. "There you are," I told her. "That wasn't too bad, was it?" She didn't say anything, just crouched there, quivering slightly. It also seemed to me that she was breathing a lot harder than she had been. "Alright," she said carefully. "You've shown me what you've got. How about taking it out now and letting me be?" She had to be kidding. "Sally-Mae, sweetheart," I murmured. "How about you just relax and move with me. We'll take it nice and slow for a while." I pulled back, moving slowly and easily, her passage clinging to me as I moved. Then I was pushing back in, stopping after a second. "Listen, girl, move with me. If you do that you'll find it will all finish a lot faster." With that I resumed driving home, finding Sally-Mae pushing back to meet me. I set up a nice little rhythm, driving in firmly, pulling back and pausing, and then driving home yet again. Sally-Mae was with me, moving steadily, taking me deep inside her. I could hear her gasping a little as we moved. I kept it up for a while, enjoying the feel of her, enjoying the fact that she was liking what was happening despite herself. When I increased my speed she moved with me. She was starting to make little sounds of eagerness now, and I felt like doing the same. I kept it up, driving in harder and harder, with her bucking beneath me, doing her part. From the sound of it she sounded as though she was going to move into climax territory very shortly. So I backed off, slowing down just that little bit, then that little bit more. She was still excited but was no longer in danger of climaxing. I could hear a note of frustration creeping into the noises she was making. I remained at that slightly slower speed for a while, feeling a bit of restlessness in her movements but ignoring it. If she wanted me to move faster she could ask, but I doubted that she would. When I did get back to establishing a faster tempo Sally-Mae was pushing eagerly to match it. Hands holding her breasts firmly I was driving home forcefully, the sounds of our coming together making moist slapping sounds. Sally-Mae's gasped and yips of excitement were becoming louder and higher pitched, and her frustration when I slowed down a second time was almost tangible. "What the fuck are you playing at?" she demanded. "I thought you said you were going to finish it quickly." "I am. But it would be totally unfair to you to finish before you're ready. Just give me the word when you want me to finish things of and I'll do my best." "Are you kidding? This is rape. I'm not telling you anything." "I know it's rape. I'm the rapist, remember, but I'm just a rapist. I'm not a mind-reader. How do I know if you want me to finish unless you tell me? Um, do you want me to just stop? I'm quite enjoying this." There was a conundrum for her. If she said yes and I did she'd be kicking herself for the rest of the day. There was also no way she could say no. She fell back on the standby. "I'm not telling you anything," she said, or rather, managed to pant out. I was moving faster again and her expectations were building nicely. Now she was right where I wanted her, on the verge of a climax and dreading the thought I might stop it again. "Would you like me to slow down a little?" I asked politely, hearing her whimper slightly in reply. "I'll take that as a no." With that I managed to increase my speed a little, driving in hard. My assessment was spot on where she was concerned. A couple of hard thrusts and she climaxed, shaking hard, hand stuffed into her mouth to stop a scream. I was also letting loose, a jet of seed splashing deep into her, frantic jerks on my part releasing everything I'd built up, feeling her passage putting my cock through the wringer as she squeezed out every last drop. I disengaged and watched Sally-Mae as she got herself back together. She finally got her clothes sorted out and then glared at me, but her heart wasn't in it. "If I tell Billy what you did he'll kill you," she muttered, not sounding totally sure of herself. "If I tell Billy how much you enjoyed it he'll kill you," I pointed out. "Perhaps it might be better if we both keep our mouths shut and pretend it never happened." She wanted to deny she'd liked what had happened but we both knew that if she did she'd be lying. She contented herself with a humph sound and stalked past me, nose in the air. "Ah, Sally-Mae," I called after her. "What?" she snapped turning to look at me. "You were magnificent," I said with heartfelt sincerity. She blushed and turned away, continuing on her way home, but it seemed to me she was almost skipping along. It would be interesting to see what happened if I met her out and about a second time. Sally Myers - Attorney at Law Sally Myers was a woman on the fast track. Since graduating from college, the ink barely dry on her law degree and her mortarboard not having sat still long enough to collect dust, she had delivered resumes to some of the most prestigious and best known law offices in Chicago. Having agreed to join the firm of Gabbott, Robbins & Clarke, she presented herself first thing Monday morning at the criminal defense department, under the tutelage of Jonathan Clarke, senior partner and noted litigator of fierce reputation. Jonathan was just on the wrong side of 55 and a widower, yet he had aged very well due to a daily regimen of hard work, exercise and clean living. Rather boring compared to Sally, who in her day was known for wild parties, copious amounts of liquor and even the odd joint. Sally sat in the foyer outside Jonathan Clarke's office. His secretary, a rather frigid, spinster looking woman in her mid 40's named Alice Fothergill was seated bolt upright in a true ergonomic style behind a contemporary receptionist station. Her hair pulled tight in a perfectly sphered bun and held in place with a pair of what appeared to be ivory hair pins. The intercom buzzed, "Alice is Ms. Myers here?" "Yes." replied Alice in a curt, unemotional tone. "Send her in." came the direction. Sally could not help but feel she had just been sent into the principal's office for a school yard indiscretion. Alice Fothergill got up and looked at Sally. "Mr. Clarke will see you now." and not waiting for a response, Alice opened the door to the inner sanctum. Sally took a few steps into Jonathan Clarke's cavernous office and stopped. Classically styled in leather and oak, it exuded wealth, opulence and power. Sally stood rooted to the spot. She dusted some lint off her skirt and still admired how well it fit. "Ms. Myers, please take a seat." This took Sally by surprise. His voice was nowhere near as stern and authoritarian over the intercom. Sally motioned forward and sat in a plush chair opposite Jonathan's desk. She melted into the leather, as soft as a baby's behind, and slowly crossed her legs. "Welcome to the firm Ms. Myers. I must say it is a pleasure having you with us." "Thank you so very much Mr. Clarke. I am extremely happy to be here, and please, call me Sally." "Very well. I've been reading your resume` and I must say I am impressed. But let me ask, are you related to Warren Myers?" "Yes. He's my father." Suddenly, Sally was feeling a little unsure of herself. She worked her ass off through college, got the best grades and graduated with honors. If she got this job because her father was a State Supreme Court Judge, she'd have to reconsider her high school application to Burger King. "An immensely intelligent man your father, and passionate about the law. I can see where you got your smarts from. The good looks must have come from your mother." Just then a side door opened and Alice Fothergill walked in carrying a bundle of folders. Sally was left a little dazed by Jonathan last comment. She was relieved that her resume` was taken on merit, but surprised by the 'good looks' comment, but then, Sally knew it wasn't untrue. Sally sat quietly as folders were exchanged between Alice and Jonathan for his signature. On the very last folder, Sally saw something she wasn't sure of. Did her hand brush his? Perhaps just an innocent meeting. "I won't beat around the bush" Jonathan said and he busily signed documents "there will be long hours and I expect 100% commitment from my litigators. Clients are to be billed for everything from DNA analysis to paper clips and if you were after heated courtroom battles, you've come to the right place. This firm has not achieved a 94% success rate in criminal defense by my lawyers standing around the water cooler discussing football scores" With that Jonathan half stood and extended his hand to Sally. She reciprocated and slid her hand into his for a firm, business like hand shake. "Alice will be with you shortly. She'll show you to your office, give you a tour and generally make you feel well at home" With that Sally turned on her heal and walked out of Jonathan Clarke's office. As the door clicked closed, Jonathan turned to Alice Fothergill, "She has a great ass, don't your think?" Alice turned to her employer. "I noticed you didn't quite stand fully when you shook her hand. I can just imagine why." "I was a little impeded." "Ha!" replied Alice, "but to answer your question, she does have a great ass, and for all I care you can cover it in strawberries and whipped cream or dive tongue deep into what I assume will be an equally great pussy" and with that Alice Fothergill leaned forward, place her hand on Jonathan crotch and squeezed to feel he was almost fully erect. She let of a low growl of pleasure at the solid meat just inside those tailor made pants, licked Jonathan ear and whispered, "but this belongs to me." With that Alice dropped to one knee and with the speed that only comes with practice she had Jonathan cock out of his pants and into her mouth. Jonathan leaned back as he felt the warmth of Alice's mouth envelope his engorged shaft and felt her tongue working overtime. "By god Alice, you never cease to surprise and amaze." The sight of his secretary swallowing his solid cock with a ravenous hunger only served to make him harder. Alice worked his cock hard and fast. She felt his balls heavy with what was soon to be a mass of hot sticky cum, and Alice wanted every drop. She worked his cock over. Not one inch escaped attention. Her hot wet mouth covering its head, her right hand juggling his overfilled balls and her left hand stroking his rock hard shaft. Occasionally Jonathan would shift his weight and Alice would look up without skipping a beat, saw the pleasure on his face and increased the tempo. Before too long his breath shortened, his back arched. Alice's head was moving back and forth in exact unison with her hand as she stroked his shaft and soon a muffled "argh" and wave after wave of hot sweet sticky cum filled Alice's mouth and slid down the back of her throat. Each convulsion brought more and more of the glorious juice and Alice swallowed every drop. She kept the motions, and the speed had dropped, but still he was cumming. "Ohh god, take it all, eat my cum" demanded Jonathan and Alice behaved like the perfect employee, following his demands. The slurping sound coming from his crotch was starting to awaken Jonathan from a passionate stupor. The sight of his secretary on her knees, his cock in her mouth swallowing his cum made him king of his domain. Alice had survived the onslaught. Hot sweet sticky cum lined her throat and filled her belly. It gave her a warm, cosy feeling inside. She looked down at Jonathan cock which was now almost back to it's normal size. Little droplets of cum were licked up with her deft tongue and his shaft licked clean. Jonathan lay back on his chair catching his breath. "God, I needed that" he whimpered. "I know" Alice replied, "and I've been so hungry for your cum, I almost did it while she was still here." "You better go and give her the tour." With that Jonathan stood and cupped her right breast in his hand and kissed Alice with a passion equal to what she had shown him only moments before. As Alice was about to leave she looked at Jonathan. "It's a shame you blew so soon" and with another deft move she hoisted her skirt to reveal a cleanly shaved pussy and an absence of panties. She ran a finger deep into her moist honey pot, then ran it over his lips. She then turned and started to walk out of his office. Sally Myers returned to her apartment a little after 10. When Jonathan told her there would be long hours, he wasn't joking. She ached all over, made a mental note to wear more comfortable shoes tomorrow and started her way to the only two things that interested her -- a hot bath and a glass of wine. Sally stood in the middle of her bedroom and undressed. A rich steam cascaded out of the bathroom as the bath filled. Soft music playing in the background and a chilled glass of Semillon close by. She glanced at herself in the mirror. A body, perfectly toned from years of exercise and the right genetics. Her D cup breasts, hung full and pout and the slight shadow of 6 pack abs leading to a perfectly waxed pussy. For all intents and purposes, she could quite easily be strutting a cat walk in Europe than a court room in the windy city. She slipped into the bath almost without a ripple and allowed the heat to drain away the pains of the day. Instinctively, her hand cupped her breasts while the other plunged deeper into the water. "There's nothing like an orgasm to take away the stress" she said out loud as her fingers expertly parted her pussy lips in search of 'the spot'. Before long, she found it and her back arched at the pleasure she gave herself. Sally drifted into a dream world as her finger seemed to work by remote control. She thought of Jonathan Myers and the massive hard on he tried to hide when she shook his hand. By her reckoning, at least 9 inches of throbbing meat. What she didn't count on was seeing Alice Fothergill exiting his office from the side door, checking her lipstick and adjusting her skirt. The sight of that could not help but make Sally smile and think, 'perhaps she needs a good fucking from time to time'. A loud knock on her door woke Sally from her orgasmic stupor and she quickly got out of the bath while reaching for a robe and wondered who it could be. To her surprise, the peep hole revealed it was none other than Jonathan Clarke. A shiver shot up Sally's spine and the heat in her pussy intensified as it was only a few moments before she was close to orgasm thinking about him and his massive cock. She arranged her bathrobe to show a little more cleavage than she normally would when greeting someone in her bathrobe, took a deep breath and opened the door. 'Jonathan' she said with fake surprise in her voice. 'This is unexpected' 'Hello Sally' he replied in his overwhelming tone, 'I'm sorry for calling on you at such a late hour, and I should have rung before coming, but I was in the neighborhood and as I didn't see you before I left the office, I wanted to know how your first day turned out.' 'Ohh, that's very kind of you, and no it's not too late. I've always been a night owl. I was just having a bath.' 'Ohh, I'm sorry. I'll leave then'. 'No, no that's quite alright', Sally hoped there wasn't too great a tone of desperation in her voice. After all, as good looking as she is, it had been awhile since she had male company. 'Please come in' and with that, Sally stood aside allowing her boss in. 'This is a nice place you have Sally. I lived in an apartment similar to this when I left college'. 'It's not exactly the Taj Mahal,' Sally replied, 'but it'll do for now. Can I offer you something to drink?' 'I'll have a glass of wine.' Shortly after, Sally returned with two chilled glasses of the same Semillon she had already sampled. Sally and Jonathan sat and talked for quite awhile on subjects ranging from work, to the state of the Illinois Justice System and college. 'You must have been a very popular girl in college' Jonathan said. 'How so?' quizzed Sally. 'Well, just look at you. Tall, blonde, blue eyed, body of a goddess, and smart. If that isn't a turn on, then I don't know what is' Sally saw the opening, as well as the bulge in Jonathan pants. 'So is that what turns you on is it?' 'That, and other things' he replied. 'Such as?' Sally enquired while the heat within intensified. She felt her pussy starting to moisten, and hungered for a mouthful of cock. 'Spontaneity. The unexpected. Anything unorthodox. The idea of making love to a woman on a dining table minutes before guests are expected for dinner. The thrill .......' 'of the chase?' Sally interrupted. 'I was going to say the thrill of getting caught, but it helps if there's something worth chasing' Jonathan returned. With that Sally stood and reached for Jonathan glass. He nodded to a refill, but also thought his chances were slipping. He sat in the armchair considering his next move when as Sally entered the room she said, 'you were saying something about having something worth chasing'. Jonathan looked up to see Sally standing there naked in a typical model's pose. Her golden skin glistening in the soft light, her hair falling over her shoulders, her perfect breasts, her long legs and her smooth pussy. He felt a twitch in his crotch and grew an extra few inches instantly. 'Is this something worth chasing?' Sally asked. Jonathan stood. His hard on obvious, and moved towards Sally. She half stepped towards him, accepting his advance and they embraced in the most intense, passionate kiss. Sally felt his rock hard cock against her and with a free hand reached down to unleash the beast. Jonathan ran his fingers all over Sally, wanting to touch as much of it as he could. Her silky smooth skin reacting to his every move. Sally could feel his hardness and wanted more. She fumbled for an instant but soon had her prize. His cock felt enormous in her hands. Bigger than any other she'd had. She stroked it slowly at first then not wanting to waste a moment, she dropped to her knees. His cock was huge, bigger than the 9" she estimated and thick. Uncut, she pulled back on the foreskin to reveal a cock head she would struggle to swallow. Sally leant forward and took in its musky aroma, licked his shaft and stroked at the same time. Then, mouth wide open, she hungrily ate this massive cock, relishing the way it pulsed in her mouth, feeling the weight of his balls and listening to Jonathan moan with pleasure. 'Ohh god,' he exclaimed. His heart racing. His breath short. His head tilted back to the sky. Naturally, Jonathan hands went to the back of Sally's head and he began to pump his hips in rhythm to Sally's cock sucking. Sally welcomed this as it meant she was getting just a little bit more of his cock than she otherwise would. Sally continued eating Jonathan trouser monster for what seemed like forever. 'Good god Sally. You suck my cock so well. Take it all, do it now' Jonathan gasped. With that Sally stood and with her hand firmly holding his cock, she led him into the bedroom. By the time Jonathan was laying on the bed, he was naked and still as hard as before. Sally was already impressed with his cock, and his body was just as good. Without saying a word, Sally straddled Jonathan her glistening wet pussy only inches from his face. He poked his tongue out and on that cue Sally dropped and ground her pussy onto his wide open mouth. The feeling of his tongue working her pussy sent instant shivers up her spine. Intense, passionate she was already close to cumming and her shrieks and moans only served to make Jonathan eat her pussy harder and faster. 'Ohh my, I really needed this. Eat my pussy, take my juices' Sally's eyes were closed and her mouth wide open as each flick of Jonathan tongue sent shivers up her spine and just that little bit closer to the mother of all orgasms. She ground her pussy harder and harder onto Jonathan tongue. She could feel the sweet mix of pussy juice and saliva running down her inner thighs and occasionally caught a glimpse of his still rock hard cock only inches from her face. Needing something to keep her from cumming too quickly, she again swallowed Jonathan massive cock. The muffled moan coming from Jonathan as Sally swallowed his cock meant he approved her move. Jonathan gently ran his fingers over Sally's body without skipping a beat eating the sweetest pussy he had ever eaten. His fingers, barely touching her skin, gave her instant goose bumps and intensified the shiver to the point where Sally could hold back no longer and she exploded into the most intense, bone jarring, body convulsing orgasm she had ever had. Her screams only partially muffled by Jonathan cock still deep in her mouth. Pussy juices covered Jonathan in a wave of ecstasy. He hungrily lapped up her sweet pussy juice while still running his fingers over her body, all while Sally was busy eating his cock. Pretty soon Jonathan could feel the pressure building and he knew if he was to fill Sally with his seed, the time was now. He rolled Sally onto her back and motioned his way down to her pussy. With her long legs spread wide, he gave her pussy a few deft licks while watching her throw her head back with pure pleasure. He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down Sally glistening slit. 'Fuck me now. Fuck me long and fuck me hard. Fuck me like a 2 dollar street whore' Sally ordered. Jonathan plunged forward, giving Sally his full length in one forceful bound. She screamed, not expecting to get it all at once, but also glad that she did. Jonathan held it there for a second before he started a rhythmical pumping. Looking down to see how Sally pussy lips had stretched to take in his entire cock. Sally arched her back and pushed her pussy forward. 'How good does this feel' she told herself. Jonathan continued pumping. Drawing back further and thrusting forward harder with each stroke. Watching Sally reaching ecstasy with each thrush, her breasts swaying back and forth in perfect rhythm, and Sally's head swinging from side to side. 'You're getting fucked Sally. You're getting fucking long and hard' Jonathan panted. 'Yes, ohh god yes! Fuck me. Give me all your cock. Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!' she screamed. 'Do you like being fucked Sally? Do you like cock? How much do you like cock?' 'I love cock. I am a total cock loving slut. Fuck me like the whore I am. Fill me with your cum' Jonathan picked up the pace. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. His hips thrusting forward like a steam train. Sally wrapped her long legs around Jonathan back and forcing him deeper and deeper into her soaked wet pussy. 'Ohh, goooooooooooooooddddddddddd!!' Sally exclaimed as once again she bucked and convulsed into another mind blowing orgasm. Jonathan felt her pussy tighten around his mighty shaft and his balls were soaked in Sally's squirting pussy juice. It was all too much for him, and with one final plunge, he shot his load deep into Sally. She felt him cum deep in her. She imagined what his cum tastes like but was gratified and the instant warm feeling she had deep in her belly. Jonathan continued shooting his seed deep into Sally. Every convulsion bringing more of his love juice into her cum starved pussy. They collapsed in each others arms. Jonathan cock was still in Sally, but much of its size gone. He withdrew with a slight 'pop' and instantly Sally's overfilled pussy was seeping hot sticky cum. She reached down and collected some cum on her finger, bringing it to her lips and savoring its sweetness. 'If I'd known you wanted a taste, I would have given you more than a sample'. Jonathan said. 'Well,' Sally replied, 'You'll have to remember that next time.