2 comments/ 28891 views/ 3 favorites Would You Like To Come By? Ch. 01 By: fullncreamy Chapter 1 - The Internet can be your friend ////////////// The world of Internet chat. What a diverse and wonderful world it is. If you have time to kill, the Internet is your friend. Everything and everyone can be found on the Internet. Millions of strangers wait for you in Cyberspace to hold you like the warm, close and personal friend you need. Or help you love yourself just as warmly...just as personally. I was home alone and bored. Having another of those "lazy" days where I couldn't find enough to do. There just weren't enough productive activities, or any activities, that seemed worth my attention. This is not good..... Like millions of others in my generation, I've been trained by TV. Our BoobTube Master has taught us that voids in life are to be avoided. Boredom lurks around every corner..."nothing to do" at the top of every hour. Change the channel, flip the switch, put in a new CD, keep on moving.....go, go, go. Something, anything must fill these empty moments. Mindless, wasteful, irrelevant....its no matter the chosen method, the mind simply must be occupied even if the brain isn't engaged. Overcoming the emptiness of time unspent is the only true goal..... TV, music, movies, video games, cell phones, books? The choices are countless and overused to the point of distraction, but each can serve the purpose: kill time. Then there is the Internet. The Internet offers up all these options and many, many more. Time was, "Route 66" is where kicks were had. Somewhere along the line, that became the mega super-highway called the Internet. With web sites cascading down for you, images popping out at you...its brain candy of the first degree. Intoxicating, exhilarating and lacking the "sameness" we all run from.....we now all run to it. The Net's got it all....and then some Need a friend at the punch of a keystroke? There are millions of them to be found on the Net. Friendly strangers really, that like you are desperately searching for something, anything. Often times the need, the drive is unrecognized until it presents itself by random opportunity and your desperation is revealed. Finally deciding to pass some time with idle banter, I signed on a Chat web site I knew of. Getting in under Username "Married Fellow," I quickly received "hello's" and "welcome back's" from others I recognized. Then there were the requisite greetings from the relative strangers. Newcomers I guess...of living a different identity today. I'd wandered into another friendly group...warm and cozy as always. Reading the flow of chatter in the main window, I followed along aimlessly. Not adding anything of import or learning anything of interest, I just drifted along the river of text like a log. Then I received the first instant message from "wifesharer" : "You want to suck my cock?" The stranger's IM didn't catch me by surprise for some reason. My head would certainly have turned had a stranger on the street made a similar introduction but somehow it fit here. Such chit chat was par for the course on this web site where "sex" was topics #1, 2 & 3 with gardening and auto mechanics bringing up the rear with specifics of plowing holes and shafts pumping like pistons. I considered his question a bit and wondered if it was worth a reply. Checking his profile, I read how confident he was my wife would fall for his large cock and I'd be a bench sitter. Brief "doggie-style" images flashed across my mind...with focus on a long, well lubed cock sliding in and out of her ass. Deciding not to be rude, I started typing my first entry of the day. "What makes you think I like cock?" I responded, without commitment. I was just biding time till I figured out how to handle this stranger...or see if he could handle me. "Because you're staring at me and licking your lips," he said. A fairly lame come back I thought. At the very least, I demanded originality of my chat partners and figured this was probably some 18 or 19 year old kid. Sneaking time on the computer, his eagerness to jack off overcoming the realization that everything was being monitored. If he was lucky, the recorded chat would have some unexpected results: Dad would find new reason to start pumping his ignored and needy prick with renewed vigor. Mom would have the excuse to suddenly find her clit again and enjoy the wetness of her cunt. At least this way, punishment might be mild. Maybe, there wouldn't be any punishment at all. Perhaps Dad's stroking would pump up his courage enough that he'd decide it time to finally suck the young man's prick as he'd long desired. Taking the son to the secluded beach he'd usually frequent alone, he and his friends would expand his horizons...in private, unhurried and undisturbed behind the dunes. Both would return home with smiles and "all over" tans that would grow darker over time. Maybe Mom would dream of her mature son's cock filling the holes vacated by hubby years ago. She'd burst in on him while showering, chastising him for some conjured up household indiscretion. Make him stand naked before her, while she humiliated and ridiculed him as was her talent until eventually his cock would swell in submission...just like his Father's. She'd have her way with him then. The possibilities were endless.....and would give "wifesharer" better material to chat about! Still, I didn't want to drive him away. My mind was engaged, which meant my body would soon be following. I threw a "roadblock" in his way to see how determined he was: "The wife and I are happily married dude." Closing the chat window, I waited for his response. I'm not really married, so that was a lie, but I'd learned being "married" was a good cover for my chats. Besides, truth is relevant, that's why you find so little of it in Chat. I was almost married once and thought of it while waiting on "wifesharer" to get back to me. The "wife to be" got cold feet and pulled out at the last minute. At least that's the official story. Truth is...there were no clocks involved and it didn't have anything to do with temperature. She dumped me after finding out I was screwing her little sister. Everybody thought "Little Sis" was the cutest, most innocent thing since Cinderella but I knew different. Having just graduated High School, she was on the fast track to an Honors Degree in fucking. She'd been coming on to me for months. Getting far too cozy with a guy that would be marrying into the family. Actually, I think she had the hots for her sister too and figured me her ticket in on the action. Not bad thinking..... In any case, she showed up at my Bachelor's Party somehow and mixed it up the booze, dope, horny guys and Strippers. Exactly the kind of social event parents dont want their daughters attending. Inevitably, zippers started coming down, the Strippers started going down and "Cinderella" jumped right in line and took her share. Soon as that word slipped out, I was a confirmed Bachelor once again. Suffice to say, a bunch of drunk guys at a Bachelor Party dont keep secrets well. In truth, it was my Best Man that spilled the beans on me and probably much more. I later found out my fiance was blowing him! My now ex-Fiance and her family were very embarrassed and hushed up the entire affair which was a lucky turn of events for me, as I got to keep fucking "Cindy" till she left for college and occasionally fucked my "cudda been" wife as well. For old times sake. Sadly, I was never able to get that threesome with the sisters arranged! "Does your wife know you suck cock boy?" Wifesharer was back undeterred and taking a new approach. I liked that. "I never have......." I replied. Feeling it time I give in and start confessing a bit. Sitting at my computer in nothing more than tight BVD's, the bulge in my crotch was in obvious agreement and telling me it time to get on with things. I squeezed my tight package and let it know I'd heard it's request. "You've thought of it though haven't you?" was his quick come back. He's on to me now and my cock is aching. On the smaller side of the "monster cock" scale, my prick was a pleasing tool none the less. Handy...at the very least, it was also a pleasant suck to those so inclined and delivered a measured and "drinker friendly" load. Something about this slow reversal...this slow revealing of myself, always made me throbbing hard. I let the question hang without a response, but left the chat window open. Inviting, wanting him to break me down further, while my hand slipped inside the BVD's to the cock that eagerly awaited it. "She fuck other men in front of you boy? Suck their big cocks while you watch?" I gauge these comments have less to do with my "wife" than me and I'm squeezing myself hard. My cock is now fully engorged and in control. Visions come to me..... Thick, muscled thighs of someone knelt in the center of a bed...a tight, muscled frame from which a beautifully hard prick stretches upwards. Firm and thick, it arches up to a deliciously cut head. The smooth slopes of the dick head highlighted by its defined, pronounced edges and the tight slit from which passion flows. The prick pulsates gently to the heartbeat of its owner till finally a mouth lowers over it...lips and cheeks expanding as the meal slides in and out slowly....... My BVD's are off now. I sit completely naked and jerking off with eyes closed as these images speak to something inside me. I probably had it for cock all my life. I know that, but it wasnt until my freshman year of college that the urges came out. I'd have to fight to control or conceal the swelling of my cock when showering with the other members of the football team. We were all mature young men, healthy and in prime condition, displaying and massaging our muscled bodies in front of each other. Strong, weightlifting hands and arms caressing naked and soapy bodies, gingerly handling full cocks and balls full of cum. It became more than I could bear and they'd peer at my semi-swollen prick and look away, not wanting to say anything to a teammate, I knew they'd seen me, but oddly I found their glances pleasing and I'd return furtive looks to them in hope of maintaining my excited state. I wanted to come out but didn't realize it. I recall the overwhelming sensations of when I'd jerk off during this time. Thinking of those showers, thinking about my teammates. I fantasized about sucking one of them off in the steamy heat. Without rhyme, reason of logic to how it came to be, I was overcome by an irrational and irresistible passion. I approached....he resisted. He capitulated....I sucked. He cried out....I sucked harder. . My prick was on fire like never before. Nerve endings seemingly activated and firing off for the first, wonderful time gave me sheer joy. The tingling heat of my hard prick would fuel my hand and I'd pump furiously...thoughts of cock and cum dominating my mind. I gasped out loud the first time these "gay" thoughts made me spew cum. I was so amazed at the intensity of my reaction that I stopped pumping entirely, although my balls had far more to give. I was transformed by the experience and my cock continued to twitch furiously, straining to give it up. I ate it. Almost in a dream state, fingers brought the very first "gay" cum shot of my life to my lips. I found nothing objectionable about its creamy thickness, wiped my dick head clean and did it alot after that. If someone had stepped forward and guided me, I'm sure I'd have followed. I'm sure I'd have done his bidding willingly. The Coach perhaps...calling me into his office to discuss the playbook, but actually wanting to fondle my balls. A massive man, broad and rugged with huge hands. I'd often wondered what hung between his legs and would have complied with any advance he made, eagerly have devoured the large dick head I was sure topped his cock...but he made no advance. One of my teammates perhaps....driving me off to some remote section of the county so we could get high in private, but really so he could feel my lips around his pole. He'd seen my interest, he understood and shared it. Leaning his seat back, he'd let me have way with his hard prick. Let me feed the cocksucking demons that haunt me...but it was not to be. I was fruit that was ripe for harvesting, but nobody picked me. So I kept these desires secret and played out the successful "hetro" role the majority of my life. The outside world having no idea that privately I was giving up cum to images, thoughts of cock and submission. The concept of submitting to the will of another cock was undeniably strong and irresistibly pleasing for me. The shedding of my masculine and athletic skin to expose my inner sexuality would always make my cock harden. Down the slippery slope to pure cocklust I'd fall. The framework of this chat was no accident. It was the slow, virtual submission to a virtual cock. My chat partner might describe himself, but I was the one who gave him life. I was the one who "felt" the thickness and length of his virtual cock while I stroked it in my mind. I was the one who "felt" the smoothness of his dick head and "tasted" the sweetness of his pre cum in my mind. I was the one who's cock stiffened harder and harder to this crescendo of thought until I'd eventually shoot cum all over myself. These chats were as personally pleasing as they were rewarding. The pleasure of being "seduced" and jacking off for another man was a pleasing vice and often these encounters led me to apartments and houses where my lusts were fulfilled more directly. Needs being clarified and defined beforehand, my Hosts would accept my quick advances, my eager searches for their hard cocks or my willingness to kneel or get on my back. This was love between men and men get to it. I was weak now. My mind and cock had conspired again to bring out the inner me. I responded to "wifesharer's" question accordingly: "I wish she would Sir. It would please me to see the wife taking your strong, hard cock up her ass. I'd love to watch as your long stiffness made her moan. I'd enjoy helping you......" Its was done. He's transformed me from strong, married and straight to weak and willing to please. My prick fully accepted my role and poured pre cum that I was coating on my lips. This is the true reason I signed on to chat here. Not to "kill time" but to fan these flames once again. The strength of the raging hard cock I'm stroking confirms it. Spreading my knees, I slip my hand down into my crack until a finger is probing my hole. "You stiff yet boy?" he asks sternly. There's a maturity to his chat now that I didn't feel before. A pleasing sense of Dominance. He knows I'm hard....he knows I"m jerking off...he just wants to hear it from me He wants a grown man to admit he's jerking off for him...and I want to say it. "Yes....I'm very hard for you now....Sir," I confess. "Where's the wife boy?" he asks. Back to the non-exist ant wife again...... "At work. We're alone," I reply. . "Would you like to come by and suck me off?" he offers generously. A tempting question and offer, but its not happening and I tell him so. Going on, I ask my own question: "Why did you think I liked cock? Especially after I'd said I was happily married?" "What man wouldn't want 9" of hard cock?" was "wifesharer's" confident reply. "Mmmmmmm," I confirmed. "You're right." Bringing the finger working my hole to my mouth, the taste and smell makes my prick throb harder, so I suck the digit slowly. Swirling my tongue over and around it as if it were a cock, I pump the real thing with my other hand. Eventually I'm wet enough to get inside somewhat...although fingerfucking and typing aren't compatible functions. "Good boy....honesty is the best policy," he said. "Don't you agree?" "Yes.....Sir," I replied, uncertain if I'd just lied again. "Describe yourself cock sucker and how long have you been one?" he asked. Although all the gory details were already profiled, I'd not found many Chatters who enjoyed research, so I proceeded to break the "best policy" again : "Stats: 6'2" ; 215# ; 8"cut ; brown hair / eyes ; muscular & masculine but with a taste for cock." Not being that large and imposing in reality, I felt I owed it to him. He'd earned a good fantasy and seemed pleased. "Nice stats boy," he said. "You're wife will enjoy watching you jerk off as I pound her ass. Tell about your first time...." he concluded. "I met him in the college library," I began, "Quite by accident, both of us researching for papers...back in the stacks. After a couple of days, one thing led to another and I ended up on my knees, his cock filling my mouth." A totally false scenario, but one many male chat partners found pleasing. We have a profound weakness for casual, unexpected and unsolicited sex...at least I do...and having such a "handy" sex tool doesn't hurt either. Always within reach and so much easier to pull out, service and put away than a wet cunt...and tastier too! "He fuck you boy?" was "wifesharer's" next inquiry. "Later, in his apartment," I lied "and many times thereafter once I'd met his friends. They taught me how to 'take the position' and I was a good pupil." "That's what college is for," was "wifesharer's" first attempt at humor. "The wife know about this boy?" If I had a wife...don't think I'd have gotten her after telling her this whopper! "Yes....but she's cool with it," I lied again, thinking how Internet chatting isnt for the religiously inclined. "She likes me to tell her about it while making me eat her ass," I threw in for extra measure. If I'm going to Hell, might as well be the nastiest cock sucking, butt fucking and ass eating whore down there! "Wifesharer" liked that one..... "Very HOT!" he spewed. "You at home boy?" I proceeded to tell him someplace thousands of miles away from me. My IP address told different, but it was all part of the game. "I'm thinking of you between my legs boy," he offered. "Staring up at my hard 9inches." I was already glad I'd decided to kill time this way and read his line again slowly, pumping my hard, eager to shoot pole. "Mmmm.....I like that Sir, thank-you," I replied. That was the first true statement I'd made all day. He was working the truth out of me and I continued jacking off, anxious to get it all out. "Make your cock good and stiff does it boy?" he continued to push me. "Yes, hard for you," I replied quickly. Focusing on my cock not typing..... "I want you to cum boy....and eat it," was "wifesharer's" command. For a second, I wondered if he might know me! "Oh yesssssssss Sir...please let me," I begged. My prick was already "right there" - ready to explode, but I gave him his due first : "Stroking for you Sir ... mmmohhhhhessss ... so good ... my prick twitching stiff in my hand .. ready to shoot for you ... give up its sweet, thick cream ohhhhhhhhhhhhh so good SIR! cumming hard oh yessss....." "MMMMMMMMMMTHANK YOU SIR!!!!!!!! The chat had finally converged with reality. After feeding "wifesharer's" ego, I finally pumped up my load. After the long, protracted session the warm cum shots fired far, spraying high onto my chest and coating my hand. "Meet me here tomorrow boy," was "wifesharer's" final entry. "I'm not through with you...or your wife." With the fingers available to me, I typed back my agreement: "Yes Sir." Exiting the chat, I went to clean up. Proud of myself for having successfully and very pleasantly, killed time. Would You Like To Come By? Ch. 01 Before signing on, I'd thought of going jogging. Now I felt a nap was in order. The Internet can definitely be your friend. Would You Like To Come By? Ch. 02 It was excruciatingly slow at work! One half the business world seemed to be on siesta, the other half already retired and living in Florida. It was dead....again. A large portion of the office had suddenly come up sick or had emergency home repairs needing attending. Another sizeable portion had wandered away from the quiet office probably not to be seen again until tomorrow. The fact that it was beautiful beach weather was just a coincidence.... I'd found my coworkers weren't an overly fun group to begin and those still wandering the office seemed content to occupy themselves with the mundane, bland and necessary tasks of work that I was finding so trying. True accountants all. Bottom feeders in the sea of original thought. How I chose such a mentally rigid and unimaginative profession to pay the bills....I couldn't imagine at the moment. So, I was out in the cold and left to my own devices. A scary situation. Finding nothing better to do, I decided to devote the next fifteen minutes considering my "cubicle-mate" Sarah. We weren't actually housed in the same cubicle, but ours were adjoining and separated from the others which gave it that "roomie" feel. Seemingly qualified and apparently proficient at whatever it was she did, my mind wasn't wandering down "Resume Lane." I was conducting a more personal evaluation.... A recent college grad, her youth was very evident and matched by her energy level. However, the gene pool from which she'd come was decidedly cool the day of conception. Hot she was not. Not everybody is fortunate, this I know first hand...or right hand, this being the one I jerk off with. The blessings of "knock dead" looks are granted but to a few, and there were definitely some kinks in my DNA. Most of us are left to muddle around in the middle, with aspirations to "Stud" or "Babe-like" qualities preyed upon mercilessly. We buy, desire, wish and pray for too many unnecessary things in the false hope that we too may scale the un scaleable heights. Eventually we screw and marry each other, propagating more "middle ground" fodder to fuel the economy into the future. I wonder if God was a capitalist..... Staring at Sarah silently, I place her in the "Sweet As Can Be" group. A pleasing and friendly smile gave hint to the probable "good heart," but it was the unclothed version I was challenged to imagine. This isn't normally a problem I encounter, but Sarah wasn't affecting my circulatory system well...no blood was rushing to my cock. Bad genes or too many Fritos resulted in a roundness that was borderline troubling. I've never been a big stickler for "tight and small." Well, tight is nice regardless of the size, but I'm definitely accepting of plumpness. Plump definitely has its place with me, but rounded and bulging contours that change while moving...I have to draw the line somewhere. "There's a call for you on Line 2," my intercom interrupts. "Tell them I'll call back," is my ready reply and I go back to considering Sarah. Nice, large breasts rate high on my interest scale. A man-sized plate of BIG TITS is a meal I never push away and Sarah is a veritable buffet! Bite em, chew em, tie em up, clamp em down, spray em with cum or all of the above. BIG TITS definitely have merit. The unknown I was trying to figure was the direction and look of Sarah's tits once released from their bindings. That was anybodies guess. Some pert 34C's, you know what you've got before you get there. A pair of massive 40DD's or larger and you're heading into uncharted waters. A compass is required. Drop those babies out of a bra and get out of the way! Her ass was an entirely different beast, but the gentle massage I was giving myself under my desk was having a positive affect. Giving Sarah a helping hand, I was getting done what she couldn't alone. My cock was getting stiff and my mind taking flight. Her back was to me as I stared and visualized her naked, fat ass. I pictured it covered with an entirely too small silk thong that disappeared completely into the deep crack, making it perversely erotic. My prick approved. Even though very well rounded, she knew to dress it up to best affect and it worked. I unzipped my pants under my desk. At that moment, she happened to look back at me and smile sweetly. She probably was a nice girl I thought, while imagining the well rounded, smooth mass of her backside. I pictured my hands spreading her, appreciating the soft weight of each cheek, until I exposed her hole deep down. My cock was now throbbing and I stroked it while imaging her bending, her belly soon touching to her thighs. Silently, provocatively she was inviting me...... I squeezed my hardon and imagined my lips entering the crevasse of her ass. My eyes closed partially as I stroked and thought of licking the hot depths of her soft rear end. I caught myself from whimpering as my hands gently ran over the expanse of her bulging ass cheeks. I was totally lost to fantasy, my cock in stiff salute, as I pulled her large thong off and slid my mouth........ "They're calling back for you on Line 2!!!" was the urgent shriek from my intercom. I jumped, hitting my leg with a "thud" on the underside of the desk snd causing the few remaining coworkers to look to my way....including Sweet Sarah. "Ok, ok....I'll get them in a second," I replied hurriedly while composing myself. Sarah looked at me a bit longer and I briefly wondered if we'd made some sort of connection. I do suffer from a vivid imagination, but it was no fantasy that my opinion of her was in flux. While talking to the customer, I considered ways to get her phone number without the others knowing! Life is for living and my cock throbbed hard as I thought of the sweet fuck smiling at me from a few feet away. Now I was in serious trouble. The workday held absolutely nothing of interest for me...of a work related nature that is. My wandering mind had taken me down one of those dark and exciting alleyways from where escape is always hard. The harder the better. I thought of that Chat web site again and decided I'd could hide out there. Finish off what Sweet Sarah and I started. I'd done this before, filled in a slow day or a late night at the office with some online shenanigans. Its how I became such good friends with the I.T. guy. He'd been monitoring and enjoying my Internet diversions so much that he felt it necessary to blackmail me. Threatening to alert the "Head Honcho" and cost me my job, if I didn't do his bidding. So, I found myself "forced" to suck his cock....multiple times. Then, just to prove what a big man he was, he took me home so I'd have to do it in front of the wife....multiple times. Unfortunately, she was so impressed by my oral prowess and desire to redeem myself that she made me eat her cunt...multiple times! Its a shame we only had one I.T. guy. Although he really wasn't so big, I've never minded swallowing a guys cum to make him feel that way. As for the "Head Honcho," my mouth was too full for me to tell them I'd already met his wife the same way. Leaning forward, I felt my dick head touch the desks underside and hoped there wasn't any gum stuck there. I selected a different Username than the last time I'd chatted here. Figured I'd go "incognito" this time around. In a just bit, I was receiving the usual public and private acknowledgments of my arrival. Everyone was being their usual friendly selves: "Hi" "Welcome back" "Lonely?" All their greetings went without reply as my cocks condition put me past the "hello" stage. I needed Cybersex badly and wandered the different chat rooms, sampling the late afternoon discussions : "I hate Thursdays...." I moved on to the next room. "32/bmm bttm needs top for r/t....pm me" Nope, I moved on. "You're such a dork, I cant believe they let dummies like you on here" Geeeez, I moved on again. My cock was beginning to soften, lose hope. "Anybody want to watch me fuck their wife....pm if interested" I stopped wandering. It was my "old friend" from last week: "wifesharer". His presence and post started bringing me back, giving my prick renewed hope. No one took him up on his offer, so I signed out and reentered with a Username he'd recognize: "Married Fellow". My prick was back...good and eager for stroking by the time I'd navigated back to the room. I glanced to Sweet Sarah, checking to see if she "felt" my excitement too but she was busily working for her pay. So much for the psychic connection. In a few moments "wifesharer" said hello and we were off : "Hi gayboy, you stroking it again?" I grinned. It was like meeting a not so close but very personal friend. In a kinda, sorta way. Being at work and not having all day to chat, I gave it up immediately : "Yes, thinking about your hard 9 inches" I briefly wondered if he remembered his cock size from our last chat. Its always so embarrassing when it changes: "Suck my stiff 7" cock boy" "Oh really? Last we chatted it was 10", so sorry to hear of your loss......" Mistakes like this aren't conducive to hot, cum boiling chats. "Wifesharer" got right to business with me, perhaps he was at work too : "Where's the wife?" "In the next cubicle," wouldn't be a good reply as Sweet Sarah sat there, so I offered him: "I just left her in bed." "Good boy, you at home?" he asked. "Where else would our bed be?" was the reply "wifesharer" deserved, but I played it it straight: "Yes". "Describe her," his grilling was coming fast and furious. Thinking back, I tried to remember if I'd given my "non-wife's" stats to him before. I put her together : "28, Asian, 5'0", 100#, black hair/brown eyes 34C breasts delicious tight ass petite and fem." I'd thought again of Sweet Sarah's delicious fat ass, but it wouldn't fit on a tiny Asian so I kept it tight. Although, there were other possibilities that quickly came to mind : A tiny Asian could eat Sarah's fat ass. Her small mouth, thin lips and delicate tongue practicing obedience. A tiny Asian could fuck Sarah's fat ass with the overly large strap on I'd lend her. I keep such things around, just in case. "Wifesharer" gave my marital partner his seal of approval : "Very nice." Very nice indeed! I wouldn't mind fucking somebody that hot myself someday. Still, I sensed that she was to be his today, which suited me just fine. I wanted cock. My urges and visions were now of hard, thick cock and my mouth sucking down on it. I wasn't going to just jack off for this guy again, I came back for his prick, his cum....and to jack off. My hardon was flowing and putting a wet spot in my slacks while I imagined cum spurting from his fat dick head. I imagines Sweet Sarah behind me, pounding my hole with the strapon (I'd lent her) while I devoured his delicious cock. My eyes closed in bliss and I worked my stiff pole. "You just fuck her boy?" he asked. "She's dripping sweet, warm cum," I eventually responded. I'm squeezing my prick and wanting this guy to take the bait when I realize Sweet Sarah has walked over. Standing on the opposite side of my desk, her BIG TITS are mesmerizing in their grandeur! I cant help but stare...and squeeze myself. I wonder if she knows my prick aches just below the desktop. I wonder if she knows how much I'd enjoy her mouth on it...easing its pain. . "Are you ok sweety?" she whispers, just the hint of a smile on her sweet face. "You're being so quiet over here," she says in a low, confidential tone. She's never called me sweety before. As she looks to me for a response, I simply stare at her huge breasts, eyeing them openly and slowly. My hard cock has me in a "sexual universe" now. Searching for a sun to orbit and rely on for existence. My mind and body are sensing the outside world sexually and deinately want Sweet Sarah in my universe. She's wearing a tight, pink knit blouse with a plunging neckline that seems "vacuum sealed" onto her. Why do heavy people wear such tight clothes? It just drives perverts like me crazy! My hand still concealed, I see no reason to stop jerking off and feel many more to continue. "Uhh yeah....." I reply with a dry throat. "Just killing time..." is the best I can think of before falling quiet. My prick wants to explode in her face!. I see myself giving her a facial, licking it off and sharing it with her! "Killing time," she whispers ever so lightly, ".....and moaning." She glances at my right arm, elbow bent and resting on the armchair with the forearm reaching under the desk. Smiling, she leans over my desk, and gives me an intentionally breathtaking view of her deep cleavage. Turning her head, she occupies herself by reading the chat text, leaving her cleavage for to my devouring eyes. Gravity brings her BIG TITS together and they hang pressed against each other in the center of my desktop. Eyeballing the long, deep slit, I marvel as the sheer volume of her breasts when I notice how loose they seem to be. I'd not realized, but Sarah had removed her bra before coming over and I'm getting the VIP view. The material of her tight blouse looks like just another layer of skin....only sheerer. The outline and stiffness of her nipples is clearly visible and has my rapt attention, making me wet my lips. I make no attempt to stop her from reading. She makes no attempt to stop me from lusting after her. She knows what I'm doing, accepts it and my cock throbs harder thinking that. Taking control of my mouse, she grins slightly while navigating it up and down over my private chat with "wifesharer". I've no idea how few people are left in the office, but her body blocks the view to my desk anyway, so I abandon all pretense of secrecy and slide my seat back to expose myself. I've slid down in my seat, unbuckled my belt and undone the waistband. Taking my hand away, she can see my curved and straining prick clearly. I let her watch it throb and leak for her. Moist and blood red from the tortures I've been inflicting, my cock is begging and her eyes register hunger. Huge hard nipples have pushed their way through her blouse. Dark, oblong areola's are plain to see and make me hotter for her. I don't possess the largest of pricks, those genes having been stolen by my older brother before I arrived, but my hard prick is an honest expression of passion none the less and right now it was in the drivers seat. I was small and manageable whereas Sarah was large and overwhelming. My cock seems convinced we're a perfect match and is eager to prove the point. I'm finding no reason it shouldn't get the chance. What Sarah didn't realize was that she, more so than "wifesharer," was responsible for my throbbing. My rod was straining to be buried in her, somewhere, anywhere. Any hole would do. Sarah smiled approvingly when I stroked myself and coated the faucet with the pre cum it was leaking. My prick shined from the reflected light of my desk lamp and with a content smile on her face, Sarah went back to her reading and torturing me with her large, beautifully smooth breasts! I'm dying to lean forward and bury my face between the fat globes, eat them like an animal. She's covered my desktop with deliciously beautiful and womanly breasts. Made an offering of gorgeously massive tits that any man would be honored to caress. They hang so heavily, I've become infatuated with seeing them naked. I simply must hold and suckle them. I'm tempted to reach out, let one hang in my hand and massage the nipple till she squirms with a wet cunt. "You're beautiful....." I whisper to her only, my fingers pulling on my prick. A smile breaks widely across her face which is still partly turned towards the computer monitor. We both hear the sound of my pre cum soaked prick being worked over and without notice Sarah lowers the blouse off her right shoulder, pulls her arm out and lets the breast hang. She's stunning! A wonder of female sexuality and sensuality. Her breast is huge. Its size bizarrely captivating and seductive all at once. I'm certain now that I'll make love to this woman. I'll worship her soft and beautiful body until she shakes with pleasure. overflows with it. I cant, I shouldnt, but I do lean forward and kiss her breast. Feel the soft warmth of her. Smell the fragrance of her body. Lick and suckle the largest, stiffest nipple I've ever seen. She smart and thinking for both of us. She must go, must cover up as we're not alone in the office and gotten carried away. For the briefest of moments we're one, bound together by erotic happenstance and hot lust. I need to get lost in the soft folds of her flesh, her roundness now urgently and passionately exciting me. I need her pressed down over me until I drown in her cunt's juices or my tongue can worship her soft ass deeper than she's ever felt. She leans back slowly and her wet, stiff nipple falls from my mouth. Just an inch from my face, its the most beautiful breast I've ever seen. Slipping her arm back into the blouse, she puts herself back together before whispering in my ear: "I'd like to give it all to you someday." Her face is close and now I "see" her for the first time. Brown, expressive eyes are wide and soft like she is, complimenting her perfectly. The baby soft skin of her face radiates with happiness and her flowing hair gives invite to my fingers getting lost in it and will look wonderful spread out over my silk pillows. I'm amazed that I'm only now seeing how beautiful she is. My left hand reaches out, fingertips gently stroking the side of her face while I say: "Come over tonight. I need you." Kissing my hand softly, Sarah pulls back. Her glorious breasts are crowned with stunningly large and hard nipples that the tight blouse only highlights. She stands across my desk and simply lets me admire her beauty, lets me jerk off for her. "Oh baby," I whisper, meaning every bit of it. Finally she must return to her desk and I admire her round and bulging ass with newfound lust. Seated back at her desk, Sarah calls the receptionist and instructs that all my calls be sent to her. "He's to be left alone," she says. With a quick smile back at me, she resumes working, resumes looking beautiful. "HELLO.......ARE YOU STILL THERE???????????????????" is the latest of "wifesharer's urgent requests. Ahhhhh the Chat! "Sorry, the phone took me away!" is my lame reply. "DAMN BOY, I was going to call 911 LOL," was "wifesharer's" comeback. "Would you like to come by today?" he continued. "I think its time we met and you knelt in front of me." Poor "wifesharer". He doesn't realize that my cocks been stolen by Sweet Sarah. "Sorry dude," was all I needed to say to close that chapter. I glanced and smiled warmly at Sarah who was watching me intently. My hand continuing to slide under the desk in between dialogue. Finally "wifesharer" gave me marching orders: "I want you to lick her clean boy." Only one of life's sweetest pleasures! "Thank you!" I said. "Climbing onto the bed, my mouth lowers to her small shaved cunt. Its lips are still swollen and moist from our fucking. My tongue slips inside her warmth and I taste our cream, capture it with my tongue tip and draw it into my mouth." "Good boy, very good," he said. "'You're wife looks really hot and now I'm very hard!" A nine inch hard cock is a beautiful thing no doubt, even if it is only imaginary, but I glance again at Sarah...... A strange thing has happened. "Wifesharer" is making reference to my "wife" - the hot Asian, but I'm "seeing" Sarah's beautiful body and she's watching me from her desk! Would You Like To Come By? Ch. 02 "I see you, very impressive cock Sir," I say while trying to get back on track. "The wife's squirming as my mouth cleans her sweet cunt." But my visions are of Sarah. My face buried between her sweet, spread legs. My lips caressing hers, my tongue circling and teasing her clit and making her moan. Her heavy thighs are soft and warm on the sides of my face, like pillows, where I rest my head while I feed off on her. I have to stop stroking or I'll shoot and I want to prolong this pleasure as much as possible. Seated at her desk, Sarah's once again lowered her blouse. She's lifted her breast and is slowly licking the nipple I can still taste in my mouth! Our eyes. minds and souls are locked together. I feel the urgent tug of my untouched cock as it strains to shoot by itself. "Wifesharer" wont let go of me: "Your wife's up off the bed and holds onto me, kissing my neck and pressing her hard tits against my chest while I reach around and finger the crack of her tight ass. She's hot boy...I'll fuck her good for you." I see nothing but Sarah's naked beauty pressed up against him and immediately have one of the large, hanging nipples in my mouth. My lips collapse around the stiff center and tug gently, followed by a soothing, wet lick and suck. One of my hands rubs her belly then slips down to please her hot cunt while the other strokes the bulging roundness of an asscheek. She's so beautifully soft, so wonderfully large! I cant hold out any longer. Ignoring the Chat window entirely, I stare into Sarah's beautiful brown eyes and pull my cock fast and hard. Watching my hot, kinky coworker love herself puts me over the edge and I release the first powerful load. Long tormented and abused, my prick shoots with deadly intent to take out its abuser. Cum shots reach record distances as again and again I fire it off, rapidly and finally giving release and relief to my overworked prick. Sarah watches, smiling sweetly, as I cover myself in cum with reckless abandon. We do have a connection after all. "Wifesharer's" back to asking where I've gone: "Hello.....HELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO!" I log off the website. It'll have to be another day "wifesharer". Sarah puts herself back together again and walks over to me with a box of Kleenex. Her soft hand strokes the back of my neck as she watches me clean up and before she returns to her desk to prepare it for the night. She'll come home with me tonight and neither of us can stop smiling.