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One Fine Day

By: AnonFineDay



There have been odd days in every guys life. I mean, from the "average" odd day of some amazing good luck happening or bad luck happening, to the amazingly odd days, like you just suddenly see someone burst into flames, or you manage to actually fool someone so good into making them think you're a woman that they actually fuck you.

That was what yesterday was like. I was so down that I just decided to cross dress. I have no idea what made me do it, but I just . . decided it'd make me happy. Besides, maybe I could taunt some hot, straight guys into some over the clothes fun, and a bit of oral.

I went to the mall, got a nice dress, a sexy bit of liengere, just in case, some panties, a penis holder so it wouldn't be visible, and some fake tits. I also got some other great stuff -- Makeup, such as eyeshadow and lipstick, and some blush so I'd look like a girl -- an amazingly real-looking wig, some high heels and thigh-highs. It would be fun to do this.

I got home and prepared. I shaved my face so it was totally smooth, and shaved my legs, arms and chest. I had a bit of a feminine body as it was, so I didn't really have to do much. I did use the makeup so I looked like a girl even more-so, though.

And then, I just stripped to nothing, and jacked-off. It was only four o'clock, so I had time. I flipped in one of my favorite gay porn movies, watched the guys and masterbated like hell. I cummed a lot and a lot, hoping this would keep me from getting hard if I got with a guy.

Afterwards, I practiced a new voice. I got it at the right pitch, sounding a bit mysterious and sexy. It was definitely a womans voice. I also put on the wig, and looked in the mirror. My face was feminine. So, after slipping on the thigh-highs, I placed the sexy panties on over my penis which was held back, and then slipped on the fake 36 C tits under the amazing bra. I looked down at the new cleavage, and smiled. This would attract a straigt guy three miles away, I thought, and then slipped into the low-dress, and put on the high heels. I was off after that, smiling and looking in the mirror. I was practically a girl.

After stopping for a bite to eat at Burger King, I noticed the looks I attracted, and then decided I was ready. I drove straigt for the mall, and walked in with my purse slung over my shoulder. The skirt bounced as I walked down the hall, until I came to a nice restaurant. Walking inside, I glanced around. A bunch of men turned and looked at me, and I smiled at them, but continued walking. I was immeadiatly seated, and ordered a champagne.

Stirring it for a while, I occasionally turned so the fake breasts would bounce. I sat there for a good while, until a guy finally stood up and approached me. "Hi," he said, "I'm James." He stuck out his hand. I reached up with my colored nails and shook it.

"Laurel. Sit down," I said, motioning to the empty chair. He smiled and did so.

"So, Laurel, how is it that a beautiful woman like you managed to get out alone? And on a Saturday evening?"

"Oh, I don't know," I said casually, "I've just been waiting for the perfect man." Then I looked at him, and reached over to grab his hand. "And you, hot stuff, may be it." He smiled an amazing grin, larger than any I'd ever seen, and leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Hey, Laurel, would you like to get outta here? Listen, I'm bi, and I know my friends over there would like to get a shot with you. If I being too forward, I'm sorry."

Bi? Did he say bi, was all I could think of. Either way, he was in for a night. But I only wanted him. "Naw, I think I'd only like you tonight, James. C'mon."

He payed for the drink, and we left, and I drove him to my apartment. We stepped inside, and I told him some sexy things, and I could see a bulge. He led me to the couch, and we sat down, kissing. I dove into his mouth, licking all over, until I felt his hands on my chest, squeezing the fake tits.

I could feel his penis sticking up, and I un-buttoned his pants, and tore down the zipper, and finally removed the underwear. There, a 7 inch, wide beauty was before me. He thought I was going to suck it, but instead, I surprised him, and threw off my shoes and thigh-highs and finally the panties, so fast he barely had time to react, and sat on his manhood. I was in ecstacy. My cock burst out of it's hold, but it was okay because I was facing away, and I slid down as far as I could, moaning in joy. He pumped up and down, sliding around inside me and then reached around and pulled the dress off, but his eyes were closed, and he took off the bra. The tit's fell, and as he tryed to grab he met thin air. He opened his eyes and looked, and saw my rock hard cock beating, my 7 inches free.

"Y . . . Your a guy?" I nodded. He didn't care, obviously, because he grabbed my penis and pulled, making me moan even more. His cock pulsed and vibrated, as did I, and he burst inside of me. I was about to go too, but I slipped off him in mid-cum and threw him back, quickly getting on him, sucking him, ramming my cock in his mouth, and as I sucked in the cum, I burst, filling his mouth. We both grew limp and layed there for a while.

James and I hit it off, and we did get his friends over a lot, along with some girls. But I'll always remember that saturday.

One Fine Day



February 2000

It was a busy night at The Haunt. Cara was having trouble remembering all the orders from all the tables she had to cover. After already having worked three months, she was used to the normal hustle and bustle that ensued during the normal weekday and had even adapted to handling the rowdy groups on weekends. But she had yet to get accustomed to the all out insanity that occurred on the Thursday of exam week. She missed the first one last semester since she hadn't yet begun to work, but she remembered the second one with horrifying clarity. She had been so surprised that she hadn't been fired after that experience probably because she had managed to destroy more glassware than was currently housed in the China Room at the White House. Exam week happened twice a semester at the University and because all the exams were given at night, Thursday was always the night when everyone had finally finished. Undergrads poured in to celebrate having survived the grueling week of exams and usually graduate students could be seen downing a few drinks before having to head out to get a good night sleep in preparation of having to grade all the exams.

Cara was more burdened tonight than usual because Sara, a fellow employee, was stuck proctoring the late exam tonight and wouldn't be in until 10:30 p.m. leaving Cara to work more tables than usual. Cara, carrying a tray full of empty glasses, rushed to the kitchen to drop off the orders for the table she sat five minutes ago. Using her back to hold open the swinging doors, she shouted, "Hey Joe. Got anything new for me?"

"I've finished the two orders for table 6 and the steaks for table 11 will be done in thirty seconds if you wait around for them," Joe replied, flipping over two burgers on the grill. 

"Ok. Just let me fill these up and then I'll hurry right back to give you the new orders." Hoisting the tray up onto her shoulder she headed back toward the dinning area. 

Cara was just about to head back to drop off the new orders for Joe when she heard her name. She turned in the direction of the shout and saw Kristin and her usual crowd of girlfriends. She and Kristin were both engineers and had taken many classes together and they had become good friends, often choosing to do assignments and projects together. Abby and Julie were both pre-vets and Cara had liked them often hanging out with them and Kristin a couple nights a month whenever she had off. However, the fourth girl at the table, Christina had been someone that Cara had almost detested on sight. She was a flamboyant, ego-centric girl who loved to draw attention from everything else in the room to herself. Whether it helped her being a marketing major or was just her personality, Cara had just a gut feeling that Christina was someone to beware of. And Cara had learned long ago to trust her gut. Thankfully, the group chose Thursdays, when Cara worked, to be their weekly dinner together so she never really had to interact with Christina other than taking her order.

As Cara turned and made her way towards the table Kristin called out, "Hey Cara! How are you doing tonight?"

"Good Kristin. Can I get your guys the usual?"

Kristin looked around to get confirming nods before responding, "Yeah. Hey, I never got to talk to you about what you thought of the 350 exam yesterday."

"I was completely shocked that Stevens actually expected us to draw out the full thermodynamic cyclic process for the refrigerator, especially after he said it wouldn't be on the test," Cara said rolling her eyes in obvious frustration. "But otherwise it wasn't that much different from the practice exam."

"Well, I definitely want to talk to you more about it. When do you get your break?"

Cara looked over her shoulder at the clock on the back wall. "About 20 minutes or so."

"Well, come back and join us when you get a chance."

"Sure thing. For now, let me get your orders in and then I'll be back as soon as I can."

Twenty minutes, Cara was seated at the girls' table with her order of chicken fingers and fries, listening to how exams went, weekend plans, and general college gossip.

"Speaking of plans," Christina said silkily, "Jack is working the bar tonight." As expected, every girl at the table turned to get a look at him working. Cara had been too busy earlier with all the extra tables to contemplate the person who had taken up a significant amount of her thoughts recently, but as she looked over her shoulder to the gorgeous man behind the bar, she couldn't help but appreciate the gift God had bestowed on the female clientele of the Haunt. At 24, Jack Thompson was definitely a man that had just begun to hit his physical peak. He stood six feet, three inches and had a sleek, muscular body from being an All-American swimmer as an undergraduate. Someone had once compared Jack to a high performance sports car and while she disliked the idea of objectifying anyone, she did agree that Jack gave all the impressions of being an extremely wild ride. Now, in his second year as a graduate student, he spent all of his free time working at the Haunt or building himself quite the reputation as a young, charismatic, hedonist man that made all the girls quiver in erotic awareness and inevitably, disappointed hopes. Jack saw a lot of women and there was never a single complaint out of any of them until Jack ended it. And of course, all the girls would primp and flirt in the hopes that they'd be different from all the others that had gone before them. Cara was level headed enough to know to stay away from him; better to admire him from a far than risk being burnt by the fire that was Jack Thompson.

"Yeah, well, it is a Thursday," Cara commented in what she hoped came out as an unaffected tone of voice. "He always works Thursdays." Cara smiled and looked around the table with a teasing look in her eyes, "I thought it was one of the reasons you chose to have your weekly meal on Thursdays. Less crowded and an unobstructed view of Mr. Hunk-man behind the bar."

"Shh -- Cara! Someone could hear you!" Abby practically hissed in mortification.

Christina just laughed, Cara thought it almost came out as an evil cackle. "I don't mind if we get hottie-over-there's attention. In fact, I think it's about time that someone with some skill and finesse finally snared him," Christina said staring blatantly at her intended target.

"Snare him?" Kristin commented laughingly. "Gosh, you make him sound like some kind of animal to be caught and turned into a household pet."

"Of course. Every woman worth her salt knows that that's what they really are. You have to train them to obey, win them over with little treats; you have to tame them."

"Like a game?" Kristin said but with a decided lack of humor this time. Abby and Julie were just as surprised as Kristin by the turn in the conversation but refrained from getting involved anymore than just sitting at the table. 

Cara, on the other hand, was getting more and more fed-up with Christina with each syllable that came out of her mouth. "Don't you think that's a little bit, shall we say, chauvinistic of you, Christina?" said Cara with a definite bite of disdain.

Christina gave her a glance that raised Cara hackles "It's not wrong if it works." and said with what could only be described as smug, false pity, "You'd know that if you had a man."

Cara was utterly furious. She desperately wanted to reach across the table and just slug Christina. Cara also happened to know that that would all but confirm to Christina that she'd managed to get to her. Instead she decided to simply let Christina know she could dish the dirt as well as she could take it. "Well, let me tell you what, I don't think you have a shot in hell with Jack. He usually picks girls with a little more class than you. That's what I think." Cara stood up and collected her dishes, "Well girls it's been... stimulating. But I need to get back to work. See you later."

Cara went back towards the employee coat rack, where Sara had just taken off her light spring jacket. 

"Hey Sara, thank god you finally got here. I couldn't imagine trying to work the rest of the night without your much appreciated help and welcome company." Cara smiled at her.

"Hey girl! I thought that exam would never end." Sara leaned forward and gave Cara a brief hug and a peck on the cheek. However, when she straightened she had a very serious look on her face. "Cara, what did you say to Christina?"

"Nothing -- why?"

Sara looked her in the eyes with humorous curiosity. "Hon, if looks could kill you'd be swimming in a giant fish tank with piranhas. And she'd be watching."

"Ugh. Serves me right not to let it go. She was eyeing Jack and being completely disgusting about it. So I told her that she didn't have a chance in hell with him."

"And that alone set her off?"

"Well, I may have made a comment about class... and how she was lacking it."

Sara just started laughing. "Well that would do it. Well, Cara. I guess you threw the gauntlet down. Let's just hope Jack doesn't fall for it."

"What? You think he will?"

"I don't know," Sara said thoughtfully. "I mean, she's definitely pretty enough to be his type. Plus, Cara honey, you completely challenged Christina's so called 'feminine wiles' and now she's going to try to prove you wrong with a single minded determine-ness that will lead to one of two options: either she gets her man, or she'll keep trying until he files sexual harassment charges and slaps her with a restraining order.

"Oh shit. You really think so?"

Sara looked at Cara over her shoulder while the two girls walked toward the sinks to wash their hands. "Hell, even pressing charges may not stop her."

"Crap," Cara muttered while soaping up her hands. "You're right."

"Yup and you know what that means." She said with a twinkle in her eye. "You've got to tell Jack."

"But-"

"Hey, hey, no buts! You got him into this mess, you have an obligation to let him know what kind of she-beast you've unleashed on him."

Laughing, Cara just resigned herself to the truth. "Ok, we have clean up tonight. I'll tell him then."

Sara had started putting on her apron when Cara made the reference to clean up duty tonight so she stopped and said hopefully, "Speaking of clean up..."

"Oh right!, I forgot. Liam called around 9 to say that he'll be here around 1 and if he should pick you up her or just meet you at your place."

"Yeah, I know." Sara smiled, Liam loved leaving messages at work for her. He said that it was his way of making sure all her coworkers knew she was taken. "He left the same message on my cell. So, would you mind terribly if I bailed early tonight. I really want to go back early and slip into something hot for him." Sara made a mock sexy face at Cara.

Laughing, Cara teased, "Well, I don't know what makes you think I'm so easy. You're going to have to convince me."

"I'll do clean on Saturday night."

Cara thought about it a second before answering, "O.K. But won't Liam still be visiting then?"

"Yeah, but by then I figure he'll have gotten enough of me to let me cover your shift," Sara said looking like a cat that had been served a giant bowl of cream. Winking at her, she then headed toward the tables saying, "Back to work girl, and if I don't remember later, call me tomorrow and give me details on how it goes with Jack tonight!" 



One Fine Day



"Good morning, madam! It's a nice day, isn't it?

"Yes it is." 

"My I ask you a quick question?"

"You're not a Jehovah's Witness, are you?"

"No I'm not.

"Then what's your question?"

"Would you consider having my baby?"

"What did you say?"

"I said--"

"I heard what you said. Are you crazy?"

"Not that I know of."

"You can take my word for it. You belong in a loony bin."

"I assure you I'm quite harmless."

"I'm not so sure about that. I'm warning you. I'm proficient in two types of martial arts. I also have pepper spray and a scream that'll curdle your blood if you so much as lay a hand on me."

"I'll remember that. Then may I assume that you're not interested in having my baby?"

"You have that right."

"Well, as the saying goes, the selling begins after the customer says no."

"You mean you're not through?"

"I've just begun. I'm certain I can convince you that having my baby is a perfectly good idea."

"I don't think so."

"Are you married? I can understand it if you think that your husband might object."

"I'm divorced."

"Do you have any children from this prior union? They may like a little brother or sister."

"I'm afraid not."

"Do you have any romantic prospects?"

"I've sworn off men for a while."

"Well then, I think I've come along just in the nick of time."

"You mean you're my white knight and you've come to save me from a childless future?"

"That's it exactly! Have your children while you're young enough to enjoy them and to heck with the sperm donor."

"Even if I bought your argument, why would I choose you to be my...sperm donor?"

"Why not?"

"I can think of a thousand reasons. For one thing, I don't even know your name."

"Clark Kent Smith at your service. I can see your skeptical smile but it's true. My father is a Superman comics fan. My sister was christened Lois Lane Smith. She continued the joke be marrying a guy named Perry White. And who do I have the honor of addressing?"

"My name is Donna Ferguson."

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Donna. It's always good to know the name of my future child's mother."

"You seem to have forgotten that I have 999 other reasons for refusing you, Clark."

"Hang the reasons, Donna. Haven't you ever had a one-night stand?"

"Well, yes but I blame that on the fact that I wasn't thinking too clearly at the time."

"That's exactly my point. The nightclub was most probably overcrowded and filled with stale smoke. The music was too loud. The fellow that you just met that evening kept plying you with alcoholic drinks and offering to escort you home. The next thing you knew you woke up with a splitting headache. The fellow was lying beside you and he wasn't nearly as handsome and charming that you thought he was when you were boozed up. Am I right or am I wrong?"

"You're pretty much right but I did regret those times. That counts for something, doesn't it?"

"I suppose so."

"Besides, if I'm going to have a guy's baby, I want to be married to him or at least have known him for more than five minutes."

"So you want commitment. Is that it?"

"That's it exactly, as you would put it."

"So eventually you'll go back into the dating scene and hope for the best. In the meantime your parents will be constantly asking you about when you're going to give them a grandchild and stuff like 'why couldn't you have had a baby when you were married to what's-his-name.'"

"That's scary. It's almost like you've been eavesdropping on the conversations my parents have been having with me."

"Of course they're worried about whether they'll have any grandchildren to dote on before they get too old to enjoy them."

"So has anyone fallen for this pickup line of yours?"

"I don't consider it a pickup line, Donna. When a man sees a woman he finds extremely attractive the first thing he wants to do is make children with her. I find the direct approach saves a lot of time, effort and deception for both me and my prospective mate.

"The women I've met have invariably reacted like you but they come to appreciate my honest approach. Not a few of them had already been thinking about becoming single mothers without the extra marital duties and obligations that comes from having a husband."

"I've read about women deciding to do that but I don't think I could. I'd be too scared."

"Single motherhood has been happening since the dawn of time. It will continue to happen as long as mankind exists. I have a feeling you could manage it successfully."

"You do, huh? Well, this is where I live. Uh, you wouldn't want to come in for a drink, would you? I mean I'm not inviting you in because I want you to do what you want to do but I'm kind of interested in hearing more about these other women, you know?"

"I'd be more than happy to visit with you, Donna. Perhaps I'll be able to convince you to change your mind."

"I doubt that but you can try. What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have what you're having. Your home is nicely decorated."

"Thank you. Well?"

"Well what?"

"I thought you'd start trying to seduce me the moment we got through the door."

"Well, I probably would have kissed you by now but I haven't forgotten about the two types of martial arts, the pepper spray and the blood-curdling scream."

"I don't know any martial arts and I don't have any pepper spray. I promise not to scream as long as you behave."

"I'll try to behave."

"Oh, Clark. That was the nicest kiss I can ever remember. Are you married?"

"I was married once. We had a disagreement about children. I wanted them and she didn't. We divorced soon after and I swore I'd never get married again."

"That's too bad. If you were my husband I'd give you as many children as you could handle."

"I'd like to give you as many children as you can handle, Donna but I'm not going to marry you."

"I can't believe we're having this conversation and that I'm actually...considering it. I'm pretty regular with my periods and I'm positive I'm right in the middle of my cycle."

"I knew that."

"You did? How did you know?"

"It's said that a woman is at her sexiest when she is at optimum fertility. I can't believe you could be any sexier than you are right now. Therefore you must be fertile."

"I think you're quite a bullshitter, Clark, but a nice bullshitter."

"On the contrary, I'm being completely honest with you."

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. It's just that I'm kind of nervous. I hope you understand."

"I understand completely."

"You don't have any insanity in your family, do you?"

"You mean besides my father's Superman fetish and my own pregnancy fetish? I don't think so. I'm also physically healthy and don't have any sexually transmittable diseases. What about yourself?"

"I'm clean too."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

"This is so quick. I think I need another drink, to build up my courage?"

"I want you to be thinking clearly, darling. Are you sure you want another drink?"

"No, I think I want you to hold me and tell me everything is going to be all right."

"Of course everything will be all right, darling."

"I like it when you call me darling. You've made a sale, Clark. Am I the easiest woman you've ever met or what?"

"Actually, you're one of my tougher customers. Shall we retire to the bedroom?"

"I wish I would have shaved my legs and underarms this morning. I feel positively hairy but I never dreamed this could be happening."

"You look absolutely lovely, Donna. Let's make a baby, shall we?"

"Oh yes, Clark. Take me and give me a baby but first tell me you love me even if you don't mean it."

"I do love you, darling, and I mean every word of it."

"It's been so long since I've felt a real dick inside me. It feels good."

"Sorry it doesn't vibrate."

"Very funny. Shut up and fuck me. Oh, yes! That's the way I like it. I'm cumming."

"I'm right behind you, darling. I'm giving you a baby right...now!"

"That was wonderful, Clark. I felt something that I've never felt before...it was different. I feel sure I've conceived."

"I'm sure you have but we've got to make sure. I'm going to fill you up as many times as it takes to get a positive result on your pregnancy test."

"You're welcome to come back as many times as you like, Clark. I love you."

"I'll be back often, Donna but now I have to run. I'm already late for an appointment."

"Another one of your conquests?"

"This type of thing doesn't happen every day, dearest. But when it does I drop everything; just like I did when I met you on your morning walk."

"I was just teasing. I feel very special, actually. Come back soon."

"I will, darling. See you soon."

*

"Good afternoon, madam! It's a wonderful day, isn't it?" 



One Fine Day



Brian struggled to awake. One eye half opened, another half closed. He looked at the clock near his bed...it was way earlier than he was supposed to get up.

As he awoke and slowly came to consciousness he felt a tingling sensation on his already hard cock. It felt warm, yet wet. An amazing, swirling sensation, as the warmth and the wetness moved slowly up and down the head and the shaft. Was he dreaming? When he rubbed his eyes and swept the sleep out, he could tell he was not dreaming. The feeling was real and it was fantastic.

Brian peered down and saw a wonderful sight. The sight that everyman should have the privilege of seeing first thing every morning. Lying there next to Brian was his wife, Antonella. The base of his cock was wrapped in her small fist and her warm, wet mouth engulfed the head. It was the greatest wake up call ever. One you never want to hit snooze on.

Brian couldn't believe the sight and slightly arched his head to get a better view. As he moved, Antonella's eyes darted up and made contact with his. She took one long deep suck before removing his cock from her mouth. A small string of saliva streamed from her tongue to his cock. 

"Happy birthday baby", she cooed before going back to sucking his cock hard and deep.

Yes, today was Brian's 50th birthday. And if the start was any indication of what was to come, this was going to be his best birthday ever.

Going back to watching his lovely wife's head bob up and down, Brian took a gaze at the rest of her beautiful body. She was just about 25 years younger than he was with a slim body, barely weighing 100 pounds. Although she was very tiny, standing at about 5 foot 3 inches tall, her tits were big for such a petite woman. They were a perky and firm pair of 32C's as they dangled from her body, the nipples almost touching the bed. Her sweet heart shaped ass was pointed to the sky and Brian had thoughts of keeping her in that position, so he could fuck her in some hard and fast doggie action. 

Antonella was dressed in nothing, but a pair of white thigh high stockings with pink bows on the back of the thigh. A pair of pink, patent leather, 5 inch high heel pumps completed the outfit. Her body was leaning across his, and there bodies were positioned in a letter T. She was on her knees with her legs spread wide, continuing to give him a magical blowjob. With one hand firmly wrapped around his cock, her spare hand was placed between her thighs, as she fingered herself while simultaneously jerking and sucking his cock.

Not only was he receiving some mindblowing head, which was Antonella greatest skill, but also she was dressed in Brian's favorite piece of clothing to see his wife in. It was the best birthday present ever. He just laid back and enjoyed the view. 

"You know if you keep that up, I'm going to cum."

Antonella laughed and smiled with her lips still wrapped around his cock, "It's your birthday, you can do anything you want."

"Anything?"

"Any..." pausing to lick his cock seductively "...thing"

Brian gasped as his wonderful wife continued to work his cock over with a coating of her saliva. 

"If that's the case, then I think I want to fuck you in the ass."

Antonella smiled and slapped her ass to let him know she meant anything.

Brian grabbed her by her arm and helped her lean on her side next to him. "You get to be the little spoon".

She reached into the nightstand next to the bed and opened up the drawer. She took out some lube and handed it to her husband. Brian rubbed some on his fingers and made his way to her glory hole. He rubbed slowly around her asshole at first and then stuck his finger slowly inside her, opening her up slowly. As he worked his finger in and out of her tight asshole, Antonella was busy jerking his cock making sure it remained hard and ready.

Soon enough, her backside was ready for entrance and Brian eased his cock in. He worked his cock slowly in and out, as Antonella grimaced in slight pain. 

"I'm going to fuck your ass hard and fast. Then I'm going to cum in your mouth."

"Give it to me baby."

And that was his cue. He rapidly increased his pace and started pounding his cock deep into her asshole. His body slapped into her ass with each thrust. Brian reached around and grabbed hold of her tits and used her body as leverage as he continued pounding into her ass.

"Talk dirty to me. Tell me how much you like it."

"Oh yea, fuck me baby...Fuck my ass...Give me that hard cock deep in my ass."

Brian's mind went wild as his wife's nasty words came out of her dirty mouth. 

"Yes, baby. Tell me how much you like it."

"I love it...Fuck my ass harder"

"Oh, shit. I'm going to cum."

"Cum for me. I want to taste your cum."

"Uh...here it comes." Brian moaned as he pulled his cock out of her ass. With the swiftness of a cat, Antonella turned around and shoved his cock into her mouth. "Oh, fuck...fuck...ahhhhhhhh" he screamed as he let out a tidal wave of cum into his wife's warm open mouth.

Antonella sucked down every drop and continued to suck until his cock became soft in her mouth. 

"Oh my god. That was incredible. That was the best birthday gift ever." 

"Who said that was it? Now get washed up. I made breakfast."

With that, Antonella got up and walked out with cum still on her lips. Her pink heels clicked against the hardwood floor. Brian couldn't imagine what his wife had in store for him, but he got up and washed up as told. 

Brian dried himself off and got dressed: A designer three-piece suit with shoes that cost more than some people make a week. He walked into the kitchen to find his wife still naked except for the stockings and heels. She had prepared a fabulous breakfast for him: Pancakes, French toast, eggs, sausage, bacon, home fries, some sliced up fruit, and a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice. It was way more than any man could eat in one sitting, but that wasn't the point.

They sat down and ate what they're stomach's could hold. Drinking the remainder of his glass of orange juice, Brian wiped his mouth and thanked his wife for the great meal and the fantastic morning fuck. 

"Would you like another blowjob before work?

Brian smiled thinking how lucky he was to have such a willing wife, "I would, but my balls are drained from before. I don't think I could even get it up."

"You sure?"

He was lying to his wife. He could get hard again if he wanted to. He was blessed with an unusual gift -- he could get hard and cum up to four times a day. And he had the sex drive of a sex addict to match. But he wanted to save his next load for later. He was meeting his mistress for lunch after all and didn't want to overwork himself so early in the day. 

"Yea, why don't we save it for later. When I come home from work, you can surprise me."

"Oh, I already have something planned." 

He gave his wife a deep, passionate kiss before he left for work. 

It was a beautiful day outside. Just like in the cartoons that Brian watched growing up. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. Birds were chirping. A light breeze and no humidity made for the perfect weather combination. 

The drive to work was usually horrific for Brian. But continuing this perfect day, there was none this particular morning allowing Brian to cruise at a bolstering 80 and get to work early for a change. Not that being punctual mattered.

Brian was the founder and CEO at a major import/export company that dealt mainly with Mexico and South America. Even though you would have never heard the name, the company was a multi-million dollar business mainly due to Brian's selling abilities and vast contacts. He earned a very high compensation, thus explaining why a middle-aged man was married to a woman twenty-five years younger. 

Since the business dealt with many Latino people, the majority of the racial background of the employees was from that race. And if you were like Brian, you'd love to work there for that simple fact. He always had a soft spot for the lovely Latino woman, or rather a hard spot.

This included his personal executive assistant, Mindy. She was a sexy 23-year-old sexpot standing about 5 feet 1 without heels; although she always wore them...and they were usually of the 4 ½ inch and slutty variety. Mindy barely weighed 90 pounds, but she had the most luscious lips and such an exquisite body: Perfect 32B tits and a sweet round ass with all the right curves. Brian hired her primarily for her looks. You would too, if you saw her.

"Good morning, Mindy." Brian said as he walked into his corner office. 

"Good morning, Brian." Mindy said in her sexy Latin accent.

As Brian placed his briefcase on the floor and turned on his computer, he unbuttoned his suit jacket and placed it on the back of his leather swivel chair. He was about to sit down when Mindy walked in with a card.

"Happy birthday, Brian. I got you a card."

"You didn't have to get me anything Mindy. But thank you for remembering."

She stood there standing in front of his desk as Brian reached for the card. As he did he took a peek at his sexy assistant. She was dressed in a pinstripe skirt suit with black thigh high stockings (the ones with the seams down the back) and black Louboutin pumps (with the red bottoms really standing out in her all black outfit). Her skirt stopped just short of her knee and she didn't wear a blouse underneath, giving Brian a perfect view of her picture perfect cleavage. Standing there, she looked like the epitome of the naughty secretary. 

Brian opened up the card and read the outside cover, which had one of those fancy birthday poems. As he flipped open the card, he found a little handmade coupon stuffed in between the card. 

The card read, "Good for one free blowjob."

"I thought you might like it."

"I love it. But only one?" 

"No read the fine print"

Brian glanced back down. Surely enough, there was a fine print...and it said, "per day".

Brian smirked. "Can I use the coupon now?"

Brian handed Mindy the coupon and she gladly accepted it. She walked over to the door and closed it and locked it. At least she thought she locked it. 

Making her way back towards Brian, who was still sitting in his chair behind his desk, she started to sing him the "Happy Birthday" song, while slowly and erotically unbuttoning her suit jacket. She revealed that she was not wearing a bra underneath her jacket and those perfect tits bounced for the birthday boy.

"Happy birthday, dear Brian. Happy birthday to you." She sang as she hiked up her skirt and kneeled in front of him. She was also not wearing any panties and her stockings and garters came into full view.

She continued to sing the same words repeatedly as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down along with his boxers until they were all around his ankles. 

His rock hard cock was already smiling at her after her sweet serenade and tease. 

She grabbed hold of his cock and finished singing "Happy birthday to you" one last time before leaning over and licking the tip with her tongue. A few drops of pre-cum oozed out onto her lips as she worked her tongue around his cock head and down his shaft to his balls. She licked and sucked on each testicle, while jerking his cock with a firm grip. 

Now it was finally time to use the coupon as Mindy opened her mouth wide and placed his cock deep down her throat. She shoved as much as she could possibly fit and sucked on it hard for a few seconds before releasing it. Working into a rhythm she bobbed her head up and down at a nice, smooth pace. Brian leaned back and rested his head against the back of his chair. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of Mindy's hot luscious lips wrapped around her cock. 

"Oh, fuck Mindy. That feels so good."

"You like how I suck your big cock?" Mindy responded in between sucks.

"Oh...fuck yes. Mmmm...does that coupon also include swallowing?"

Mindy nodded her head approvingly without taking his cock out of her mouth.

"It also comes with one pussy pounding in the position of your choice." She replied as she stood up and removed her suit jacket and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the fall.

"Why don't you turn around? I want to see that ass of yours." 

Mindy turned around and leaned over. She reached around and grabbed an ass cheek with each hand and spread them wide, giving Brian an excellent look at both her holes. 

"Oh, yea. Now why don't you sit on my cock? Just like that. I want to see that ass bounce."

Mindy grabbed hold of his cock through her spread legs and eased it into her tight 23-year-old pussy. She slowly eased his cock in and out of her pussy until she was all the way down, balls touching her clit. 

Her legs were inside of his, so she lifted each one up until they were on the other side of his legs. Her 4 1/2-inch pumps barely touched the floor as she leaned back and placed her hands on the chair's armrest. She looked back and smiled at her boss before using the armrest to lift herself off his thick cock and then allowed gravity to bring her pussy back down. She moaned in absolute delight and continued to bounce up and down hard, slamming her body into his cock each time. 

All Brian could do was hold onto her slim waist and try and keep up with his bouncy assistant. Mindy was hell-bent on fucking him hard and making him cum. And she was screaming louder and louder and louder. Brian feared that someone would hear them, so he tried to cover her mouth. But it was useless.

The door to his office opened up and there stood another one of the executives, Catalina. She was another one of the sexy Latino women that worked in the office. She was a bit older and looked like she could be Mindy's mother. But in fact, she was only 33 years old and she looked magnificent for her age. Catalina was closer to 5 feet 3 inches without heels, but today she was wearing 3 ½ inch peep-toe pumps. Catalina worked out hard to stay around 100 pounds, while maintaining her voluptuous figure. She had some work done a few years back and was blessed with some button popping fake 34C breasts. She was dressed in a see-thru white blouse where you could see her black bra underneath. A silk pleated skirt that stopped just around her knee that showed off her tan, muscular legs completed her 'business appropriate' outfit. 

Catalina cleared her throat and stared at the two of them disapprovingly.

Brian and Mindy stopped mid-fuck. They were both caught off guard and embarrassed. Mindy jumped off his cock and grabbed for her clothes, trying to cover herself up. Brian was more calm and restrained as he stood up, not bothering to hide his rock hard cock. It just simply pointed out freely and directly in Catalina's direction. 

Mindy stopped and tried to explain.

"It's not what you think." 

"This isn't what I think?"

Mindy tried to explain again, but she couldn't find the words. 

"Mindy, I'm very upset at you." Said Catalina

Mindy's head went down, ashamed. 

"I told you to wait for me to give Brian his birthday gift." 

Brian's day was just getting better. Both Mindy and Catalina were smiling widely, and Mindy's clothes were already back on the floor. 

Catalina walked over to Brian and grabbed hold of his still hard cock. 

"Happy Birthday, Brian." Cataline said with a kiss, before making her way down on her knees. Catalina shoved his cock into her mouth as Mindy joined her on her knees in front of Brian. The two went back and forth shoving his cock into their mouths. Mindy went back to work on his cock, as Catalina removed her blouse and bra. 

Brian took Catalina's hand and helped her stand up. They kissed deeply with heavy tongue action, as Mindy continued slobbering over his cock. Brian turned Catalina around and pushed her over his desk. He lifted up her loose fitting skirt above her waist and pushed aside her g-string panty. He rubbed her clit and shoved two fingers deep inside her...she was already nice and soaking wet. 

Brian took his cock out of Mindy's mouth and made his way behind Catalina. He slapped her thick, fine ass before finding his way inside her sweet pussy. He slammed his cock all the way in as Catalina gasped in pleasure. Brian ordered Mindy to assume the same position next to Catalina, which she did so willingly. 

"Why don't you give each other a kiss?" 

The two lovely Latinas glanced back and smiled at him as they stuck out their tongues and kissed. 

As they kissed, Brian grabbed hold of Catalina's waist and started to pound his cock hard into her pussy. Each thrust was met with screams and moans of pleasure from Catalina as Mindy encouraged them on.

"Yea, fuck her. Just like that. Just like that. Fuck her pussy."

Brian quickly jumped over behind Mindy and rammed his cock into her pussy just like he did to Catalina's. If it was even possible, he fucked Mindy even harder than Catalina. She screamed and moaned louder and louder, while Catalina sucked on her perfect brown nipples. 

Living a personal fantasy, Brian jumped from Mindy's pussy to Catalina's pussy and back like he was playing two games of pinball at the same time. 

He pulled back and he felt himself about to cum, but calmly held it in. Mindy and Catalina turned around and tasted themselves on his cock quickly, before Brian threw Catalina into his chair and then threw Mindy on top of her like they were two pancakes.

Catalina grabbed hold of Mindy as Brian reached down and lifted both of their legs up into the air and placed them across the armrests. Maneuvering himself into the perfect angle, he thrusted his cock deep inside Catalina's pussy and persisted to thrust deep into her pussy. His deep hard thrusts shook the chair and everything in it as his body slammed into both Catalina and Mindy with extreme force. As he fucked Catalina, he kissed and sucked on Mindy's face and tits. 

After several minutes, he arched himself at a higher angle and stuffed his thick cock into Mindy's pussy. He thrusted into her without a care or concern and fucked her so hard that even Catalina felt it. 

Sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued to expend great amounts of energy fucking these two women stacked on top of one another. He fucked until he felt the cum start to shoot up from his balls into his shaft. He quickly backed away as the two women on cue got out of the chair and took their places kneeling in front of his cock. Brian, remembering his coupon promise, shoved his cock inside Mindy's mouth as he began to shoot his second bucket load of cum this morning. 

Mindy, cementing her assistant of the year award, took every drop in her mouth, but she didn't swallow...yet. She waited until Brian was done and then made her way over to Catalina. They swapped kissed again as cum slipped out of Mindy's mouth and into Catalina's mouth. Some drops streaked down both of their faces, giving them both the perfect porno money shot. 

Exhausted and a sweaty mess, since he was still in his work clothes, Brian took a seat in his chair and tried to regain his composure. Catalina and Mindy got dressed and fixed themselves up before giving Brian another kiss and saying "happy birthday" one more time. 

"Mindy, hold all my calls and cancel all my meetings. I'm going to go wash up and be back after lunch."

It was just a tick after 10am and Brian still hadn't turned his computer on.

Brian grabbed his briefcase and tried to calm down as much as possible, but he was sweating like he'd just been through a 12 round boxing match. 

Making his way out unnoticed, he headed over to his "other" apartment. The one that his wife didn't know about, but his mistress did. On the way there, he called her up and told her to come earlier if she could, since he got out for lunch a little earlier today.

Now, I'm sure most of you are thinking this guy is such a piece of shit for cheating on his wife and his girlfriend. And you're right. But he didn't care...he couldn't be satisfied with just one woman...no matter how beautiful she was.




One Fine Day



Getting off the phone with his mistress, Lacey, he made his way into his apartment and quickly cleaned up. He took a shower and got ready for what was sure to be his third fuck of the day. Four if you count number of women.

He was feeling drained, so he knew he'd need a little help to get through this one. Especially, given Lacey's tendency to fuck like a nympho. So he reached for his little blue friend and took half of one. 

The nasty thoughts of Lacey made him want to take two, but he knew it wouldn't be good for his health. She was even younger than Mindy and his wife, at only 21 years old. She was just about to graduate from college and was a stunning piece of black ass. She had the thickest lips that were perfect for cock sucking. She had tits and ass for days, but with the hips and waist of a Victoria Secret model. The pills were starting to work and he just couldn't wait to tear into her thick, round, black behind. She was also tiny, Brian liked them that way, standing at just a shade over 5 feet 3 inches and coming in at just under 95 pounds (most of that accounted for by her tits and ass). She had the cutest brown eyes and did I mention those dick-sucking lips?

Brian was already rock hard when she arrived dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. She had on a white button down shirt, with a pleated, plaid red mini skirt, and 4 inch black pumps. The top three buttons on her shirt were left open; almost exposing her large 34C sized tits. She was clearly not wearing a bra underneath as her dark, brown nipples silhouetted against the thin white cotton of her shirt. 

Lacey was carrying a bakery box with her, which Brian presumed to contain his birthday cake. She set it down on the table and bounced over towards him and gave him a big hug and kiss. Her youth and energy rubbed off on Brian, making his feel 25 years younger as he joined her in some playful activity. 

"Happy birthday daddy" 

"Hmm.... what did you get me, a cake."

"Maybe." Then she turned around and lifted up her skirt, revealing her panty less backside to Brian. 

"Is that all for me?"

"Yep. My special birthday present for you daddy."

"I think I'll have to open up my present now." Brian said as he dove in headfirst between her ass cheeks. 

Licking and sucking every open crevice below Lacey's waist, Brian made Lacey wonder if it was his birthday or hers. 

"Oh, fuck." She gasped. "Right there. Make me cum. Right there. Right there." She kept screaming louder over and over again. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm gonna cum all over you face."

Lacey reached back and grabbed a hold of Brian's head as she began to spasm. She pushed his head in hard, like she was trying to shove his whole head in to her pussy. Brian almost suffocated in there, but he kept on licking. He knew what it took to get Lacey to cum and he wanted her to cum hard all over his tongue. 

After several more seconds of licking, sucking, and poking her pussy with his tongue, Lacey came fiercely all over his face. Her body shook with each orgasm, which Brian so happily took in his mouth. 

"Mmm...daddy. I love how you work that tongue." 

"I thought it was my birthday. Not yours."

"It is."

"Then I think you should be the one on your knees."

Lacey turned around and kissed Brian hard. Tasting her own cum. "Oh, daddy. I'll get on my knees all day long for you. But first..."

Lacey pushed Brian back into the sofa. She got down on her knees and helped him out of his pants, unleashing his cock in the process. She jerked his already hard cock in her hand and whispered some soft dirty talk. 

"I love that big cock of yours. I can't wait to taste your cum. All in my mouth. All in my pussy. I want this hard fucking cock deep in my pussy."

"Fuck, baby. You're driving me crazy. Let me see if you can back up those tough words of yours."

"In a second." Lacey playfully teased him. She got up and walked over and grabbed the bakery box with a bow on it that she walked in with. She handed it to Brian and told him to open it.

Brian hastily opened it as he thought he was starting to lose his hard on. After he ripped open the wrapping and pulled back the box cover, he was confused to find no cake. Just an empty box with a hole cut out the bottom. 

"I don't get it?" 

But Lacey was already up on her feet and walking away from Brian towards the kitchen.

Lacey returned with a can of whip cream. She seductively shook the can with her hand, which caused her tits and her ass to shake along with it. 

"There is no cake." Lacey replied as she got back down on her knees in front of Brian. She grabbed hold of the cake and placed the box over his thick, juicy cock. She pulled the cock through the box, until the bottom of the box was resting on his thighs.  

"It's a birthday cock." She exclaimed. 

"You are so fucking hot." Brian said back as he felt the twinge in his cock again.

"Now, for the final touch." Lacey said as she shook the whip cream bottle one last time then sprayed it all around his cock, until his whole cock was covered with whip cream. 

"It's a birthday cock, with whip cream on the top." 

"You forgot the cherry." 

"I'm the cherry on top." Lacey smiled in her bright red lip gloss. She then started to lick the whip cream off of his cock, inch by inch. First working his cock over with her tongue, she removed the thick layer of whip cream leaving his cock a slimy creamy mess. Then, she sucked his cock clean of any trace of whip cream, leaving it with just a fresh layer of her saliva. And finally, she went to work. Sucking cock like the energetic 21 year old she was. 

"Oh, fuck." Brian whispered between moans. "Who taught you how to suck cock like that?"

Lacey giggled. "You did daddy."

Brian laughed out loud as Lacey went back to jerking and sucking his birthday cock. As Lacey's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, she was making louder and louder sucking noises and that was all Brian could take. His body began to tighten, his nails dug deep into the cushions of the sofa, as he closed his eyes and his head fell back against the head rest. Brian began to scream "I'm cumming. I'm cumming" over and over again. But Lacey just kept on sucking, never removing his cock from her mouth. 

When Brian finally released his semi-painful third load of the day, he watched as Lacey sucked it all down. When she was sure that she had sucked down every drop, she finally took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him. 

"Hmm...happy birthday daddy." She said while licking her lips, getting every single drop of cum.

"Oh my god. That was incredible. I think that was the best blowjob I ever received in my life." Brian praised.

"Well, I hope I can give you the best fuck of your life ever too." Lacey replied

But Brian was not in the mood. He was drained. He couldn't cum if he wanted to. "I don't think I can go again, baby."

"I think your cock says otherwise." Lacey smiled back as she jerked his still hard cock in her hand.

Brian remembered that he had taken his little magic pill earlier and it was still working. "I'm sorry, baby. I think I'm going to pass out. I can't even stand."

"You don't have, daddy." Lacey giggled as she stood up. "You just sit right there and let me do the work." 

Lacey lifted the box off his lap and threw it to the side. She then lifted up her small schoolgirl skirt and stretched her thin, caramel colored legs over each side of Brian until his cock was directly underneath her sopping wet pussy. She reached down and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and eased it into her pussy. She let out a gasp as his thick member stretched her pink pussy open wide. Brian on the other hand, let out a yelp trying to contain the pain and sensitivity his cock was feeling inside. 

Lacey pushed down until she was sitting on his lap, his cock all the way inside her. She shook her body side to side, feeling his balls jiggle against her. She then reached out and grabbed hold of his strong shoulders and used them to lift herself up and down on his cock. 

Brian had his eyes closed and his head arched back, as Lacey bounced up and down, riding his cock hard and fast. She couldn't tell if Brian had passed out or not, but his cock was still hard and that's all the mattered. 

She continued bouncing on his lap, talking dirty with each plunge down on his cock. Lacey's head bobbled back and forth like a doll as she tried to contain the sensations inside of her. Her favorite position was always on top, because she always came when she was on top. And this time was no different. She stood up, letting his cock fall out of her, and feverishly rubbed her finger side to side over her wet pussy until she brought herself to completion. With a loud thunderous scream, she squirted all over his cock and both of their thighs. 

She fell on top of Brian and hugged him close and she panted heavily, coming back down from her sexual high. She whispered into Brian's ear as Brian smiled back only half awake. By the time, Lacey licked her own cum off his cock, Brian was already passed out. 

When Brian awoke several hours later, the last thing he remembered was Lacey riding his cock like a bull fighter. He didn't remember if she left, but her note told him that she ran to a class and would call him later. He suddenly remembered that he had skipped out on the whole day at work and quickly called Mindy. But she told him that she had cleared his calendar and cancelled all his meetings. So he was in clear. 

He checked the clock, it was almost four. He had to leave soon, because his wife would be expecting him. So he jumped in the shower and cleaned off the smell of sex. He soaped his cock with an extra shine, as if his wife could tell that another woman's lips and pussy were wrapped around his cock, and that this would wash it away. The rest definitely helped him recover and his cock was now limp and normal again.

He got dressed and drove home. As he pulled into the driveway, he remembered that he had one more birthday present. He quickly fished through his pocket and found the remaining half of the magical blue pill and popped it into his mouth. 

Brian closed the door behind him and yelled out for his wife. 

Antonella walked out from the upstairs bedroom and peered down from the staircase. "Welcome home, honey."

Brian looked up and saw his wife standing there, still wearing the white thigh high stocking and high heel pumps from this morning. But wrapped across her tits and her pussy was a thin pink colored satin sheet that was tied into a ribbon. She was his present.

"Happy birthday" Antonella said as she stood on the top of the steps.

Brian smiled as he looked up at his beautiful wife. He slowly made his way up the steps, removing his suit jacket, and unbuttoning his shirt on his way there. When he arrived at the top step, he stopped in front of his sexy wife and took the ribbon in his hand. He pulled slowly until the knot was untied and the sheet fell onto the floor revealing her incredible naked body. He leaned in to give her a kiss, but she stopped him. 

Antonella reached down and grabbed the satin sheet off the floor. She playfully wrapped it around Brian's eyes, blindfolding him. She tied it in a little tight bow and let the rest fall onto the floor. Brian smiled as he let his wife blindfold him. 

"Follow me." She said as she grabbed hold of his hand and led him to the bedroom.

When they arrived at the bedroom, Antonella removed the blindfold from Brian's eyes. Brian blinked, trying to regain his focus. He thought he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes and made sure all the sex he had today wasn't making him delirious. But no. Sitting there in front of him on his bed were one of Antonella's best friends, Yujin. A drop dead gorgeous Japanese beauty that he always dreamed of fucking. And she was naked except for matching white thigh high stockings and pink high heels. 

As Brian kissed his wife again and made his way to the bed. He thought to himself..."Turning 50 isn't so bad." 

One Fine day indeed...



One Fine Day



This is the story of my first date with Wendy in the summer of 1981. It is a prequel to 'Room 139', which takes place on Halloween of that year. 

The sex takes a back seat to the story, but hope you find something in this regardless. 

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"Do you wear girl's underwear?"

The question caught me off guard. Wendy and I were headed to Champaign, where she was attending an orientation at the University of Illinois. She had invited me, and since I had an enormous crush on her, I accepted. 

I looked at her. Her head was cocked in expectation.

I felt my face flush as I tried to maintain my lane. The sound of the tires passing over the expansion joints on I-57 counted off the moments of my mounting embarrassment. Tha-wump. Tha-wump. Tha-wump. 

"I was just wondering, that's all."

More seconds passed. "How do you know?" 

She straightened up in her seat. "It's okay. I don't mind."

"But how did you find out?" 

"Well, one day at work I could kind of see the outline through your pants. And that day you helped Kristin move you crouched down to pick up a box and we could see your underwear."

"Oh my god." 

I leaned my head against the window and considered the fallout. I wanted my cross dressing to be a secret. I wanted absolute control over who found out—and when. 

"So which pair are you wearing today?" 

I turned again to look at Wendy. A smile had spread across her face. Her brown eyes twinkled mischievously. I hesitated. This wasn't the reaction I was expecting. 

"Polka dot."

"What colors are they?"

"Pink and green."

"Are they bikinis?"

"Yeah."

"Am I going to see them?"

I blushed. She giggled.

I wasn't a case of never been kissed, but close. Being shy, I needed the context of work or school to approach a girl. Luckily, I worked with Wendy, and to my amazement an easy going rapport had developed between us. Soon we were flirting and teasing each other endlessly. 

I was in heaven. 

But despite the obvious attraction, I still couldn't work up the nerve to ask her out. So when I wasn't in heaven, I was in self-inflicted torment. Which is why I was so relieved when she asked me out. 

Long car trips are a great opportunity to get to know someone, and Wendy and I certainly were.

After the two-hour drive through the prairies of central Illinois, we finally arrived in Champaign. Wendy's orientation didn't begin until seven-thirty the next morning, so we had the night to ourselves. But first we had to get a room.

Because she was nineteen and I but twenty-four, it might appear suspicious if both of us appeared at the registration desk. We decided that as the eldest in our party, it would be best if I reserved the room. Besides, I had an actual credit card. 

Despite the flirting and the frank conversation, the bed question loomed large as we approached the motel.

"Would you mind if we got separate beds?" 

"It's going to look kind of strange if I'm the only one checking in." 

"I'd just feel better if we did. We can split it."

I really liked Wendy. She had fought with her parents to go on this overnight, and I had to admit that if it wasn't for her asking me out, I wouldn't be here. It wasn't the time to push. 

"No—that's fine."

"Are you sure?" 

"Yeah."

The room was standard-issue motel, with low maintenance carpeting, synthetic bedspreads and the requisite walnut furniture. Champaign in July isn't exactly a tourist mecca, so it was a bit stuffy. I lay across one of the beds and stretched. I was starving.

Dinner was at a fast food joint. Afterwards, Wendy announced she had forgotten to pack something, and needed to stop at a TJ Maxx. 

"It'll be quick, I promise."

I waited in the car while she went inside. Wendy returned with a fairly large bag, which she carefully set in the back seat.

"What'd you get?" I asked.

Wendy smiled. "Oh nothing—just some girl stuff." The look on Wendy's face didn't do much to convince me that she had just completed a routine errand.

Confirmation came when she changed the subject. 

"You want to go out for a drink or two?" (In addition to a national speed limit of 55 MPH, these were also the days when nineteen-year-olds could legally obtain beer and wine.) 

I did, and so we headed downtown. There, we found blocks of bars catering to students. Wendy took my hand, and we strolled up and down the street, savoring the summer dusk and the unhurried pace of a half-empty college town. 

Music drifted out of the bars, and we paused outside each one to ascertain the likely clientele. The Oak Ridge Boys and Diana Ross were cues to move on. As was Van Halen. 

Eventually, we heard Muddy Waters. Perfect. 

We went inside and ordered beer. There was a nice, quiet booth in back where we drank and talked. The newness of her company was exciting. Conversation flowed effortlessly. I wanted to freeze the moment and keep it forever.

When we left the street was quiet, illuminated only by the soft glow of colorful neon. We took our time walking back to the car.

"How do you feel?" asked Wendy.

I looked at her. Her dark-brown hair cascaded like water over her the creamy skin of her shoulders, which were exposed by an airy sundress that hinted at the supple, lithe form beneath. 

Her eyes searched my face for an answer.

"Never better" I said. 

After returning to the motel, Wendy took a change of clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. 

I sat on the bed and puzzled out how best to kiss her. If I didn't, I was going to spontaneously combust.

She emerged dressed in a t-shirt and running shorts. I smiled at her. 

"Come here" I said.

Halfway across the room, she stopped and removed her shorts. She lifted up her t-shirt to better show her underwear. "You've seen mine. Now I want to see yours." 

This was followed by a lascivious laugh.

This was my reckoning. My moment of truth.

I stood up and reluctantly pulled off my t-shirt. Then my shorts. And there I stood, naked save for a pair of polka-dotted panties.

Wendy giggled. "I love them!" 

She approached me and we shared a hot, lingering kiss. It was like putting a match to gasoline. 

We fell into a passionate exchange of kisses and caresses. The touch of her wandering hands through the silky fabric of my underwear was incredible. As I kissed my way down her neck and drew my hands across her back, I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Before long we were on the bed, doing what lovers all over the world do. We lay in the afterglow for some time.

When I began to feel a chill and reached for the covers, Wendy asked if I was cold.

"A little" I said.

"Don't you have anything to wear?"

"No—I don't wear pajamas" I said.

"Maybe I can help" she said, and retrieved the bag from her shopping trip.

"Here. This is for you." She sat on the edge of the bed and waited for me to open it.

Inside was something I didn't quite recognize. It felt structured yet soft. As I opened the bag and removed the contents, I realized it was a corset. Also inside were panties and stockings. I blushed furiously. 

Wendy crawled up on the bed and kneeled next to me. "Do you like it?"

Any resolve I had about downplaying my cross dressing dissolved in the face of Wendy's present. It was beautiful, and I am only a little ashamed to admit I couldn't wait to try it on.

"You got this at TJ Maxx?" 

"Yeah. Pretty sexy, huh?"

"I love it. Thank you." Wendy's face glowed as she leaned in for a kiss.

"Try it on. I'll help you."

I had never worn a corset before. It was a little snug, but Wendy was able to fasten it and helped me with the stockings and garters. 

"Woo hoo! Hey there, hot stuff!" Wendy held out her hand.

I approached, trying to process a combination of feelings unknown to me. It was embarrassment, mixed with lust. 

"You are sooo cute. I'm so glad you came with me."

I looked down. "I'm so glad you asked."

"Well, I figured one of us had to."

The frustration of my inability to ask her out welled up in my throat. "Wendy..." 

She wrapped her arms around me. "It's okay. It doesn't matter. We're here, right?"

We lapsed into more smoldering kisses and another round of sex. Afterwards we fell asleep, deeply contented. 

The next morning, her orientation went off as scheduled, and Wendy and I enjoyed a leisurely trip back to Chicago. The flat, featureless land sat underneath a brilliant blue sky. It looked far more beautiful than it had on the trip down. 

Which was probably because I was falling in love.



One Fine Day At The Office



I work in a large industrial plant where various departments have to work together on projects to get the job done right and on time. On this particular project we needed the help or assistance of another engineering department that we normally don't deal with. My job puts me in the position of being an assistant to my department head at times. I don't have any authority, but get the cheap thrill of attending some pretty boring meetings and having to deal with the assistant heads of other departments who also have no authority and cannot make decisions. The assistant department head of the other engineering department was Pam Goodman. I had seen her around for several months. She was very sexy, had a great body, and being and engineer herself, was no dummy. I would also like to point out that she had always appeared very professional and never flirted that I had ever seen. Now keep in mind that this is the nineties and making a pass at a woman at work can get your ass in deep shit if you aren't very careful. Sexual harassment and all that. If you tell the wrong woman she has a great ass, it could be you last day on that job.

Recently I have had a number phone conversations with Pam. After the first few, she started sounding rather sexy on the phone and dropped a few sexual innuendoes, but they weren't too blatant. The more I had talked to her the more innuendoes she had used and the more blatant they had become. It was like she had sex on the brain and I was turning her on even though I was being very careful about what I said. Maybe she had picked up that I was watching what I said, figured I would love to have flirted with her but was afraid to, and took it as a challenge. The last call was the one that got even more suggestive. During the conversation I had to admit that I had forgotten to get something done and that it had been a hard day.

"So, who made you hard today?" she asked.

"Made me hard today? Interesting choice of words."

"Did you see some woman showing a little cleavage or something?"

So much for my wondering if that juxtaposition of words had been an accident, though I had been pretty sure it wasn't. "No, I said I had a hard day, not that I got hard today, though that did happen too."

"Like I said, who made you hard today? I know you had a hard day, but who made you hard? I would think that would be a high point in your day."

"Oh, I'd rather not say." As little as I knew her at this point I wasn't going to tell her it was her cute ass walking down the hall that had given me the hardon. This conversation was getting interesting, but I was defiantly going to let her lead it.

"You're no fun. I thought you might have gotten flashed or something. Ever had that happen? Any of the women here ever flash you?"

"No, I can't say that that has ever happened. I wouldn't mind it, but it hasn't happened yet. Why, have you ever done any flashing here?"

"Maybe."

"Not telling?"

"No. Maybe you ought to pay more attention. It goes on around here a lot more than you might think."

"You're kidding?"

"No. It's not like women go around flashing the whole place or anything. They just flash someone they want to have see them. Sometimes it's pretty subtle. Like a woman wearing a loose low cut blouse over a very skimpy bra and then leaning over to talk to some guy she is interested in and making sure he gets a good look down her front. I guess the smaller breasted and daring ones don't bother with the bra. Sometimes she manages to show him her undies, and sometimes she won't have any undies on and will manage to make sure someone special sees her bare bottom."

"Oh, okay, then they are showing themselves to a potential boyfriend or lover for the most part."

"Pretty much, but some of the flashers are married and when you flash you never know who is going to see for sure. There are also a few die hard flashers working here. I have see a few who just flash for the hell of it. You know, regular exhibitionists."

"My kinda girls." I sighed, "It's a real shame, but I have never seen one. That would certainly brighten up a guy's day."

"Ya gotta look. They're here! If I've seen them, the guys must have seen them too."

"Okay, I'll keep my eyes open for them."

That sort of ended that line of conversation and she got back to business. That call was concluded pretty quickly after that. We were supposed to attend a meeting the next day with our department heads, a VP, and a few other people. I don't know why we were supposed to attend when our department heads were going, but it was probably the usual excuse of keeping us up to date. It had all the earmarks of being a real sleeper. I have attended a few of these kinds of meetings before. You really wish you had a pillow.

The meeting was the next day, right after lunch. Being that it was right after lunch, it was going to be difficult to stay awake for this one. I got to the conference room a few minutes early and took a chair (they were nicely padded swivel rockers) near the foot of the table. It was long table and since there weren't going to be all that many people, I just figured I would let the real bullshit artists take the seats near the head of the table. That way those who were interested could bullshit and suck up to the VP at the same time.

Not long after I took my seat a few others came into the room. All known bullshitters, and true to form, they got seats near the head of the table. A few others came in and distributed themselves around the table, but tended to stay away from my end. Pam came in a few minutes later. She was wearing a rather short skirt, low heels, and a pretty tight sweater that really made her B cup breasts very noticeable. She was looking hot today. Much to my surprise she sat at the foot of the table. She had a pile of three ring binders with something in them that she was going to pass out later in the meeting. She put these on the table to her left and sat down. After getting her other papers in order she pushed her swivel chair away from the table a little, turned her chair toward me, and looked like she was ready for the meeting to begin. "You ready for this?" she asked.

"I suppose. It will probably be a real sleeper."

"You never know. Some meetings are just better than others." she said with a wicked grin.

There was something about the way Pam said that and her grin that made me wonder what she was thinking about. There wasn't anything sexual about that, but after that conversation with her yesterday I had to wonder. There was no one close to her on her left and she was turned toward me some. What could she be up to?

My wondering was cut short by the entrance of the VP and the last two people. All of which sat at or near the head of the table, or at least as much as they could. Everyone sat down and Mr. VP got things going by putting up a few overhead foils and started explaining what we were doing and where we were going - ancient history. I turned to see if Pam was any more interested in this than I was. She was watching alright, and seemed to be absorbed in what was going on. She still had her chair turned toward me and was looking off to her left to see what was going on. She had leaned back in her chair. I had a pretty good view of her shapely legs. Now if she would just part her legs a little I was willing to bet that I could see what color panties she had on. Right on cue, she shifted a little in her chair and moved her legs apart some. I couldn't exactly see what color her panties were, but they were probably dark. I did see something else interesting though, she didn't wear pantyhose, she had on those thigh-high stockings. I was getting a pretty good view of her!

I turned my attention to the discussion at the head of the table so as not to get caught by either her or someone else. A couple of the new people had asked a few questions and were getting a rather lengthy explanation by Pam's boss. I paid attention for something like the next ten minutes, but then I caught Pam shift a little in her seat out of the corner of my eye. Wondering if the view had gotten any better, I first glance over to see if she was still watching the discussion; she was. I turned slowly and looked at her lap. The view had improved alright, the skirt had moved up a little and I thought I could see that she didn't have any panties on! Wow, I could feel myself getting hard having seen her bush! I wasn't sure if she was flashing me or if she was just being very careless.

It was difficult, but I turned my head back in an attempt to pay attention to what was going on in this meeting. I had to have some idea of what this meeting had been about when it was over. A little later I noticed that her hand had gone to her lap. Well, that was probably the end of the view. She had probably adjusted her skirt to cover herself. I waited another minute or so and then couldn't help but steal another look at her lap. Holy shit! She had hiked her skirt higher, showing her bush even more clearly, and that hand in her lap waved its fingers at me! Flashing hell, she was putting on one hell of a show. I glanced back at the discussion at the head of the table, and then back to her. She took a finger and slowly lowered it between her legs and then very slowly crooked it and slid it up her fur covered slit. She slowly moved it up and down her slit a few times, and then took two fingers and spread her pussy lips wide so I could see the inner lips and her erect clit peaking out of its hood at the top. By now I had an erection that was killing me! I also had no idea what was going on in this meeting, but got the idea that it was about over. I couldn't pay attention to it now, and just had to sneak another glance at her lap. If the last look hadn't been erotic enough, her legs were spread wider and she had now inserted a finger into herself and was slowly pumping it in and out. This put new meaning to the expression "getting off on meetings!"

Finally she was called upon to pass out the binders she had with her. Just as cool as you please she took the finger out of herself and with a flick of her hand straightened her skirt. She stood up and passed out the binders. A few minutes later the meeting was over. Everyone got up and started out. She scooted around to her left, ignoring me, and caught up with her manager, acting as though nothing had happened. I used my new binder to cover the fact that I had a raging hardon and left for my office.

That had been an interesting meeting. All I could think about was Pam in there playing with herself and making sure that I could see her doing it. She was quite an exhibitionist and I had enjoyed every second of it. I didn't know she had that in her. I wondered if she did anything beyond tease and show off. Now here I was back in my office horney as hell and with a hardon that wouldn't go away. I was thinking of unzipping my pants and taking care of the problem when the phone rang. "Hello." I said picking it up.

"Nice meeting huh?" It was Pam.

"It wasn't dull. I didn't know you were into that sort of thing."

"Into what thing? Showing off or flashing?"

"Yea, that."

"I don't do that everyday or for just anyone. I told you there were some of us here. Did you like it?"

"Yea I liked it. I had so much fun watching you that I have no idea what went on in that meeting. Do you not wear panties at all, or was that just a little treat for me?"

"I usually do. Not always, but most of the time. I went into the ladies room and slipped them off just before I came into that conference room. Did you get hard watching me?"

"No kidding! I was very happy to have that binder to hide it with when we left that conference room. It would have been very embarrassing otherwise."

She giggled. "I wish I had seen it. I just love knowing I got you all excited and hard. Are you still nice and hard?"

"Yea, I'm still hard. Talking to the one who got me this way isn't exactly making the condition go away! Did you get pretty wet doing that?"

"You bet! Couldn't you see from where you were?"

"No, I wasn't that close to you."

"Hmm...I thought you would be able to see that I was really wet. So, what are you going to do with that nice hardon?"

"Nothing. After I stop talking to you it might go away." Yea, in about a week.

"That would be a waste. You aren't going to get yourself off right now?"

She was really kinky. I think she thought I was going to jack off while I was talking to her on the phone. "What? While I am talking to you on the phone?"

"Sure. Ever hear of phone sex? I never put my panties back on and I am playing with myself right now. I thought you would have your office door closed and you would be jacking off."

"You're playing with yourself right now?"

"Sure. I have the office door closed, my panties are off, and I am sitting here behind my desk like a good working girl. I just happen to have my legs as far apart as I can get them under this desk while I slip a finger into myself and then slide that nice wet finger up to my clit and rub it. I have been doing that the whole time I have been talking to you."

"You're kidding?"

"No! I'm really getting pretty excited too. I'm very wet now and my clitoris is all swollen up and sticking out of its little hood so I can pet it. I run my finger over it a few times and then slide my finger down to my little fuck hole and get it wet again and then back up to my clit. I could probably come pretty soon but I like being almost there while I talk to you. You sure you don't want to take you nice stiff cock out and get off with me?"

Damn she was kinky, liked to talk dirty, and loved phone sex! I still wondered if it was all talk or if I was ever going to get in her pants. "I don't know. I have never gotten off while talking to someone on the phone before, much less right here at work! What if my boss comes in and wants to have me go somewhere with him? It would be a little embarrassing to stand up with my dick hanging out."

"Your dick would be sticking out if it's hard, and your manager is off with mine and that VP. They will be tied up the rest of the afternoon. Now get it out and tell me what you're doing!"

What the fuck. I was so horney now that I just had to get off. This was an insane idea, but I finally gave in to her and unzipped my pants and let my cock out. Fortunately there was a box of Kleenex on my desk. This could get messy. "Okay," I said, "it's out and I am stroking it."

"Is it nice and hard?" She really sounded excited now.

"Yea, and I am stroking it pretty fast now too. The head is all swollen. I can't last long."

"I'm really wet now." she panted. "My clit is sticking out as far as I have ever seen it. I'm rubbing my fingers over it so fast now... I wish I could play with my nipples... I'm gonna come pretty soon too... I hope we get off together... Oh God this is so hot!...tell me what you're doing."

"I'm stoking it."

"Stroking what?" she whispered.

"My cock!"

"Don't be so vague. Tell me you are stoking your nice hard cock. Tell me about the swollen head. I want to hear it!"

"I'm stroking my nice hard cock. The head is all swollen up and it is kinda purple and there is some pre-come oozing out now. I think I am gonna..."

"I just love pre-come!"

"...come pretty soon... It's getting real close."

"Tell me when you shoot that nice hot white come out the end of your nice hard cock... I just love it when guys do that. ...I want to get off at the same time...I'm so close it's hard to hold off!"

As few seconds later I did come. I told her a huge load shot out the end and landed on my desk. Actually I had grabbed a few Kleenex and shot a huge load of come into that instead, but she really liked the fantasy version.

"Oh...yeeeesssss...Oh God...I'm coming...I'm coming soooo hard!" She really kept her voice down. It was just above a whisper.

There was a short period where no one said anything. There was just heavy breathing on the phone.

"We gotta get together and do the real thing." I finally gasped.

"The real thing? As in you wanna fuck me? You want to get naked with me and fuck me?"

"No kidding! I just got off, but I still want to put something deep inside you."

"Hmm...what would you like to put deep inside me?"

Christ she never quits! "My hard cock. I want to put my hard cock in your wet twat!"

"Oh,...my wet twat! That's better." she purred. "Are you going to fuck me real hard and come inside me?"

"I'm going to ram my hard cock into you until you scream and fill you up with my come."

"How about this afternoon?"

"Really?"

"Yea. Everyone leaves here about four. Come over here a little before that. We can use my office. I have had a fantasy about getting laid in my office."

"I'll be there!" I had a fantasy about getting laid in my office too, but right now any office would do. Hers would be just fine. "By the way, did you have your door closed when you got off? Somehow I get the impression you didn't."

"No, I just told you it was closed. It was wide open. That's why I couldn't play with my nipples. I kinda get off on jilling off at my desk with people walking by. Somehow it makes masturbating a lot more exciting. I just love playing with myself when there is the possibility that someone might walk into my office... Did you really shoot off all over your desk?"

"I should have guessed about the door. I didn't come all over my desk, just the first spurt hit it." I lied as I put my cock back in my pants and zipped up.

"God I wish I could have seen it. Gotta go. See you just before four." and she hung up.

Someone must have come into her office. I took that wet gob of Kleenex and dumped it in the trash in the men's room. I wasn't going to have my office smelling like come or sex. It was now two thirty and I couldn't wait for four to get here. I thought the people in her area stuck around till five, but I suppose they come in early so the get out early or something like that.

I found a few things to do until just before four, but mostly I thought about her and what she had been doing during that meeting and on the phone. I had a hardon all afternoon. I have never seen a woman put on a show like that anywhere let alone at work, and I had never had a woman talk like that on a phone before. I found it even stranger that we had both gotten off while talking to each other on the phone! Maybe I was a little kinky too and just didn't know it.

I got to her office about ten to four. Some other guy was just leaving with and arm load of papers. Looking around, I saw quite a few people still in this area. If they were going to leave at four they weren't showing any sign of being in any hurry to get out the door.

"Come on in and have a seat." she said.

There were two chairs in front of her desk so I sat in one. "Is this place really going to clear out pretty soon?" I asked.

"There'll be a few stragglers, but most of them will be gone by five after the hour. I have to deliver these files to Jim." she said. "I'll be right back." She picked up a stack of file folders and left the office.

I looked around the place a little. The desk was in the middle of the room and facing the door. I suppose that did make it easy for her to jill off at her desk without anyone being able to see; as long as there weren't any facial contortions or moaning as she was coming. I wondered just how often she really did that. The desk didn't have much on it, just a small stack of papers, one of those large desk pads that people doodle all over, and a desk lamp.

She came back about five minutes later. "There, that's it for the day. Now," she said closing the door, "I'll just turn off the overhead lights and leave the desk light on. What little light shows under the door will make it will look like I have gone for the day. No one saw me come back in so anyone passing this office will think I am gone. It also gets a little more intimate in here with the overhead lights off." She sat down in the other chair in front of her desk. "Did you think about me this afternoon?"




One Fine Day At The Office



"All the time. It was a little hard not to."

"Good. I'm glad I made an impression on you. Lets play show and tell. You tell me what you want to see and I will show it to you. Then I will tell you what I want to see and you show it to me. About the only rules are: One, that you only ask the other person to see something that will require that person to take off one piece of clothing at a time. And two, that you can't ask for a piece of clothing."

"And if I ask for something that really requires two pieces to come off?"

"You loose that turn and I take nothing off!"

"Okay, I like simple games. Uh...how do you tell who won the game?"

"Who cares. Playing it is all that counts."

"Are you sure no one is going to come in here?"

"Not a chance. Outside it looks like I am gone for the day and I locked the door. All we have to do is talk softly and on one will have a clue about what's going on in here."

"Okay, I'll start your game. I want to see...your stomach." I thought that would get the sweater off.

She stood up, crossed her arms in front of her, took hold of the bottom of the sweater and very slowly pulled it up and over her head. I knew she had a nice body, but with her sweater coming off, it was looking even better. Her perky breasts were being restrained by a pink lacy bra that let the areola show through quite clearly. Her nipples were also hard and sticking out straining the lacey material holding them back. She folded the sweater slowly, put it on the corner of the desk, and sat back down. Now it was her turn. "Now lets see," she said "how about...let's see your chest."

I stood up and took my time pulling my shirt out of my pants and then slowly undid the buttons one at a time. When they were undone, I slowly pealed the shirt off, folded it a little and set on the other corner of the desk. When I sat back down I said "My turn...hmm...let me see your breasts."

It was a front closing bra. She grinned and undid the clasp. Without taking the bra off, she just let it go. The cups separated some leaving the area between her breasts exposed, but the better part of her breasts remained covered by the lace, including her nipples. "Okay?" she asked.

"Not exactly what I had in mind. They're still covered."

"Hmm...I thought they were pretty exposed. They feel pretty exposed. Maybe you should show me what you mean."

I leaned over to her and slowly slipped each shoulder strap off her shoulders. When they fell down her arm, it let the cups slide off her breasts. Pam lifted her arms out of the straps and the bra fell the the seat of her chair. She had long beautiful nipples that were sticking straight out. "Those are beautiful!" I said quietly.

"Do you think you would like to suck on them?" she asked as she tossed her bra onto the sweater.

"Oh you bet!" I said as I started moving toward her left one.

"Not so fast." she said putting a finger on my forehead to stop me. "We haven't finished the game. I was just asking."

"Oh yea, the game." She just loved to tease and make this last.

"I think I would like to see your legs."

I stood up, undid my belt, unzipped my pants and slowly lowered them. I had to sit down for a moment and take my shoes off. "I guess I could have taken my pants off over my shoes, it's just a lot easier if I take my shoes and socks off" I said.

"Shoes and socks don't count anyway." she said quickly. "Just clothes." She sounded like she was getting pretty excited. I certainly was.

I stood up and stepped out of my pants. "There, legs."

"Yea, legs." Pam said, grinning from ear to ear. She wasn't really interested in my legs. She was looking at the bulge in my briefs. My cock was hard and the tip was almost peaking out of the waistband. "Very nice too."

"My turn." I said sitting back down. "I want to see your ass."

"Ha! You loose a turn. I can't show you my ass until I have my panties off and I can't take them off until you ask me for something that would take my skirt off. So, I want to see your nice hard cock."

"I didn't know you had put your undies back on." I protested as I stood up again.

"I told you I wear them most of the time. There isn't anyone in this area that I want to show my naked bottom to. Besides, I don't fool around with the people I have to work with every day."

I slipped my briefs down, letting my hard cock wave in the air. "There you go." I said standing in front of Pam quite nude. "I guess I lost."

"I guess you did. Oh, I forgot the other rule to this game. The looser has to finish undressing the winner."

"I like that rule. Why don't you stand up and I'll do that."

She stood up and stepped closer to me. I put my arms around her drawing her to me and kissed her. As her soft breasts pressed her hard nipples into my chest I felt her mouth open a little. My tongue began to explore her mouth.

"You're supposed to be undressing me." she mumbled as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I didn't say anything. I let my hand slide down the soft warm skin of her back, slipped a finger into the waistband of her skirt and started looking for the zipper. It was a short one in the back with a hook and eye closure at the top. I fumbled with that dam hook and eye, but couldn't for the life of me figure out which side the hook was on or why I couldn't get it to come loose. Pam let me fumble with it for a few seconds then she reached back with both hands and quickly undid it. I slowly unzipped the skirt as I continued to battle with her tongue and hold her tightly to me with my other hand. When the zipper got to the bottom I slipped my hand in and caressed her panty covered bottom. She moved her hips back a little and the skirt slid silently down her legs to the floor.

"Take my panties off with your teeth." she begged. "Please? No one has ever done that to me, but it sounds so sexy when I hear about it."

"That may be a lot harder than it sounds, but I'll give it a try." I slid down her soft warm body, kissing my way down to her waist. I kissed the side of her neck, her chest, the space between her perky breasts, her stomach, gave her belly button a lick, and arrived at the top of her silky panties. I pulled my head back leaving my hands on the back of her legs to look at her panties. They were silky, skimpy, low cut in the front, and had very french cut leg openings. They were so thin I could make out her bush through them. This might not be too hard. I thought the best way would be to pull them down by taking the part that went over each hip in my teeth and pulling that down as far as it would go. She shifted a little and put her legs a little further apart. I pulled the one side part way down her leg, and then kissed my way across her tummy to the other side. Just a little tuft of her pubic hair was not peaking above the low cut waist band. This was going okay so far.

"This is so sexy!" she whispered.

"Yea, it is. You sure have a great body." 

"Thanks! I'm glad you like it."

I was over at the other hip now, and took that part of the waistband in my teeth and pulled it down. That left the panties in a line across her legs just below her now exposed crotch, but they didn't fall. The elastic was still strong enough to hold them in place. "Turn around" I whispered. "I want to pull these the rest of the way down from the rear." I could have just as easily done it from the front, but I wanted to see her nice bottom as long as I was down here.

As she slowly turned around, I could still hear people talking and walking by her door. If they were supposed to be out of here by four, I was beginning to wonder what time zone she had been referring to. It didn't look like it was this one. I sure hoped she wasn't bullshitting me about having locked the door. Getting caught pulling the panties off a co-worker with your teeth would probably get you fired around here.

She was now facing the other way. I had two great looking ass cheeks facing me. I kissed one then the other before going down to the waistband of her panties and giving them a final tug with my teeth. This time they slid on down her legs and hung up on her calves. Close enough, she could step out of them from that point, and that's exactly what she did as I stood up.

"My turn." she said, and dropped to her knees in front of me. Pam wrapped her soft hand around my cock and began to slowly stroke up and down its length. After a few times she took the head into her mouth and ran her tongue back and forth on the sensitive underside. Moments later she was sucking hard and running it in and out of her mouth as fast as she could. Her other hand was now holding my balls and gently playing with them.

Pam was doing that so well and I was so turned on that I knew I couldn't hold off much longer with her doing this. "I'm going to come in your mouth if you keep up for more than a few more seconds." I whispered.

"I hope so." came a muffled response.

"Oh are you going to get it." I said. "After all this teasing and thinking about you all afternoon."

She resumed her work with a vengeance. I couldn't hold off any longer and felt my orgasm start. It was going to be a strong one. I could feel my come start at the base of my cock and shoot up the length of my shaft and into her eager sucking mouth. My whole body shuddered and my knees got weak as I pumped load after load of my come into her mouth. She kept pumping my cock with one hand, fondling my balls with the other, as she sucked and swallowed with her mouth. It seemed like Pam just couldn't get enough and I couldn't stop pumping come into her waiting mouth. I hadn't had an orgasm like that in a long time. When I was finally done she let go of my balls and let my now partly limp cock slide out of her mouth. "Wow, you really put out a lot of come." she said quietly as she stood up. "I almost couldn't swallow fast enough."

"I have been thinking about you ever since our little phone sex session this afternoon. And now after your little strip game and taking your panties off with my teeth I was just so horney. When I get like that I always come a lot."

"Want to taste yourself?" she said, and kissed me before I could say anything. She held my face as she kissed me and stuck her tongue into my mouth. I could taste quite a bit of my thick come still on her tongue as my tongue moved against hers. She pushed a little of my own come out of her mouth and into mine. She hadn't swallowed that last bit. "It's called snowballing." she said breaking the kiss. "Do you like the taste of your own come in my mouth?"

"Yea, it's kind of a turnon. No one has ever done that to me before." It really was a turnon and I was surprised that I kinda liked it. I leaned over and sucked one of her long deliciously sexy nipples deep into my mouth.

"Oh yea,...that's one way to get me all wet."

I flicked my tongue over it and then went over to the other nipple and started doing the same thing to it.

Her hand came to the back of my head and pulled my head tightly to her breast. "Suck hard." she moaned softly.

I sucked harder and just before giving up that nipple, I let a hand slide down her firm belly, slip through her thick bush, and into her slit. The finger brushed over her erect and waiting clit and back to her opening. She was wet alright!

"Now, speaking of eating, come, and being wet, sit on the edge of your chair, lean back, and let me eat you."

"I thought you would never ask." She did what I asked. She sat on the edge of the chair leaned back and spread her legs very wide. I had one hell of a view of her whole bottom. Her legs were spread so wide that the outer lips of her pussy separated, revealing the dainty inner ones, her clitoris at the top, and her opening at the bottom. I suppose being as wet as she was helped.

I knelt between her knees, leaned over her wet pussy and took a deep breath. She smelled so good and so very sexy that I could feel myself getting hard again already. Her clit was just peaking out if its hood and looked very swollen. "Hmm...I can see what appears to be a very aroused clit here." I teased her.

"Oh please touch it." she begged.

"How about if I lick it a little instead."

She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face into her crotch. "Just fuckin' eat me... NOW!" she hissed.

That pretty much answered the question. She might have been just a little horney herself. I started licking and sucking on the various parts of one of the most delicious pussies I had ever eaten. I licked her firm clit, sucked on the dainty inner lips, savored the girl come oozing out of her opening, and then went back to her clit. I was in heaven.

She watched me for a few minutes, and then as she got more and more excited she leaned her head back, resting it on the back of the chair. She had stopped holding my head to her and was now just running the fingers of one hand through my hair. The other hand was pinching and pulling on a nipple. "Oh God...this is great...I needed this." she moaned.

It seemed that she needed something to squeeze with her muscles, so I slipped first one finger into her opening, and then a second one. There was quite a loud moan as the second finger went into her; almost a little too loud. I could still hear people going by the office. I started moving my fingers slowly at first. As she got hotter and it felt like she was getting close to coming, I moved them faster and flicked my tongue over her clit as fast as I could. She was so hot and horney that she started to come very quickly.

"Oh...yea...Oh...God...I'm coming! I'm coming!" she moaned softly. She remained quiet for the rest of her orgasm, which was just as well as there were still voices outside her door.

I licked and sucked on her clit as her body jerked and heaved with her orgasm. I could feel her pussy clenching my fingers as she was coming. Finally she calmed down and started to sit up. I pulled my fingers out of her.

"You were easy to get off." I whispered.

"I get off easy anyway," she said, "but I was really horney to start with and you did a great job of eating me." She leaned over, pulled my head up to hers, and kissed my mouth. "You smell and taste like pussy."

"Do you like the smell and taste of yourself?"

"Yea, it's pretty erotic." She stood up, turned around so her back was to me and bent over the desk, resting on her elbows. She spread her legs quit a bit and then said, "Okay, now fuck me and fuck me good. Nice and hard! Stick that nice hard cock into me."

I came up behind her and sunk it all the way into her on the first shove. She wasn't just wet, she was dripping wet. It went all the way in without the least resistance other than how incredibly tight she was. I put my hands on her hips, pumped in and out of her tight pussy a few times and then started really slamming it into her. "Do you like being fucked this way?" I asked her as I slammed my self into her.

"Yea, it's great. I love it when you fuck me nice and hard."

I took my chances and gave her bottom a light spank.

"Oh YES!...Spank my ass a little...not too hard."

I delivered a few mildly stinging swats to her ass and she started to buck just a little herself. At this rate it wouldn't be too long until she had another orgasm. I wasn't going to be far behind.

She reached under herself and between her legs with one hand to fondled my balls as I pounded away at her bottom. She moaned a little and then said, "Mmmmm...I'm...coming...Oh God! I'm coming!" Pam's body began to shudder and spasm as her orgasm started.

I couldn't hold off any longer and felt the first load of come shoot out of my cock and deep into her climaxing pussy. I tried to keep pumping away as fast and as hard as I could, but with each spurt of my come into her it became harder and harder. It felt so good! As my own orgasm subsided I continued to pump slowly in and out of her.

"God that was good." she finally panted.

Just then someone knocked on the door. "Pam, are you still here?" came a voice.

"Who the hell is that?" I whispered.

"Sounds like my manager." she whispered.

"Oh shit, that's all I need." I said as I slipped out of her.

"Don't worry," she said grabbing a few tissues from her desk to stop the flow come leaking out of her, "the door is locked and if he looks at the bottom of the door it will look like the lights are out. He will just think he missed me for the day."

Sure enough, he went away and we got dressed.

"I thought you said that everyone in this area left about four or so. There are still people here and it is just about five."

"I stretched that a little." she said. "There quite a few that do leave at four, but a number of them stay until five. Sex is a little more fun with there is a little risk involved. Now here's what we'll do. I'll turn on the lights, wait a second, then open the door and step out. If the coast is clear I will motion for you to follow me. If there is anyone out there I will just close the door behind me and come back when the coast is clear."

Christ she was cool about it. "That works, let's go."

We listened at the door for a minute, and when we could hear nothing outside she turned the lights on, opened the door and stepped out. She looked both ways and then motioned to me. I turned the lights off again on the way out the door, and she locked it.

We walked down the hall and headed for the door leaving her area. I thought we were home free. Just as we got there the door opened and her manager came through it.

"Oh, hi Pam." he said, "I thought you had left for the day. I just went and got the key to your office from the secretary. I was going to drop this bundle off in your office. This is the all the reports and other things you asked for after the meeting this afternoon."

"Oh thanks." she said taking the thick file folder. "I was over in his office," nodding in my direction, "and we were on the way out. I'll just take it with me and look at it this evening."

"Okay. Here's the key to your office too." he said handing it to her. "You're going by the secretary's desk so please drop it off with her for me."

"Sure."

After he was gone I breathed a sigh of relief. "That was really close."

"We didn't get caught, that's all that counts!"

We left the building and headed for our cars.

Now in case you were wondering, we have done the phone sex thing a few times, but have never done the in-office-sex thing again. She liked taking risks just a little too much for my taste.

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