2 comments/ 43257 views/ 6 favorites Office Escapades Ch. 01 By: AriesAscendant **All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age. This story is a fantasy and is not meant to reflect any real persons dead or alive.** * "... and don't forget this tomorrow's meeting! I'm expecting you to close this deal, don't let me down." "No problem. You know you can count on me." Justin said, while looking over the paperwork. Adjusting his glasses, he spoke back into the phone. "Tom, you're paranoid, you know," he said laughing. "In five years I've never lost a client or missed a meeting. Granted, we've never had a deal this big, but come on... show a little faith in your best closer." "Yeah, I know, J. But this deal could single-handedly make this firm rich! There's a reason I let you handle it, but damn it makes me nervous with this much money riding the line. Just don't fuck up the Saturday meeting or I'll have to kill you." The stress was evident in Tom's voice, but Justin knew that after five years he had the full confidence of his employer and best friend. Tom and Justin had gone to school together at ASU and started their own advertising firm immediately after graduating. Tom came from money and had their operating capital, while Justin had the silver-tongue, business savvy and brains to get the clients and their money. Not to say that Tom wasn't excellent at the job, but there was a good reason Justin had always graduated at the top of his class from grade school through college. At just 27 years of age they were both quickly achieving their dreams of wealth and success. "Well, I know you've got everything under control. I'll see you when I fly back from Chicago next Thursday. Let me know the minute they've signed that deal, Justin. I've got the champagne on ice already! Good luck." "Thanks, Tom. I'll email the paperwork to you as soon as the deal is done. Tell your parents I said hello." Justin laughed as he hung up the phone, shaking his head. Always the worrier, Tom would call him at least twice a day for the last month about this deal. Justin wasn't worried, just excited since this was at least an eight-figure contract if he played the cards right, which he always did. Grabbing his jacket, he walked out of his office and through the lobby to let Angela know she could go home early. Angela, the 25 year-old receptionist and bookkeeper for the firm, was an absolute knockout. They had hired her two years ago, both for her excellent resume and the instant boner she produced when Tom had first met her. Her auburn hair and smoky hazel eyes perfectly complimented her electric smile; while the rest of her 5'4" 115lb body had enough curves to make a Formula One racer woozy. Her breasts were at least a D cup, but perkier than one would think possible, tiny waist with hips that flared out beautifully, and her ass was a wonder of creation. Her caramel skin tone, high cheekbones, full lips and the exotic set of her face left only perfection to be admired. How Tom had found her, Justin didn't know or care. He just knew she regularly starred in his fantasies. "Hi, Mr. Lachman! Heading out for the night?" Angela flashed one of those thousand-watt smiles. "Yeah, cutting out early tonight. And, Angela, how many times do I have to remind you to call me Justin. There's no formality here, and technically, I'm not your boss. I leave that job to Tom. Why don't you call it a night as well?" "Sorry, force of habit, Mist-- um, Justin. I'd love to, but that just means another early evening to bed. Besides, there are about three pages of receipts from Mr. Schneider, um, Tom's last business trip I need to get to." Angela said, a slight wistfulness to her voice. "Oh, you can't be serious! Going home early on a Friday night and no plans with your girlfriends or ...um, your boyfriend what's-his-name?" Justin said teasingly. "His name is Greg, and we broke up last month..." she said trailing off, a sad look on her face. "Sorry, I don't mean to blurt out my personal life it's just been a rough few weeks. Anyway, have a good weekend, Justin." She started shuffling papers at the desk and organizing them. How could anyone break up with this absolute beauty? What an idiot! Suddenly an idea came to him and he smiled broadly. "Angela, why don't you come out and have dinner with me, maybe a little dancing and a show? It'll be fun." "Oh! I don't know if I could do that Mr. Lachman! I've got these receipts to reconcile, and you have that big meeting tomorrow afternoon." "I insist, Angela! There's no reason a beautiful young woman like you should have to go home early on a Friday or worry about a few more hours of busy work here at the office. It'll be fun, and get your mind off of your troubles. My treat, of course! Besides, I've got the meeting as good as wrapped up." Justin grinned at her and gave that smile he had sealed so many business deals with. "Justin, I don't know. Wouldn't that be like dating within the office? I mean.. um, not a real date but um, well you know.." she said at a loss for how to respond. "Just say yes, and I promise it'll be a great night. And no, it's not technically dating within the office. It's two friends having a good night out on the weekend. Besides, we don't have any rules against office fraternization at the firm of Schneider & Lachman." Justin smiled and leaned across the counter "Say yes, or I'll be forced to put in a few extra hours as well. I can't have you showing me up, now can I?" Laughing, she gave in. "Alright! Fine! But I need to go home and change first if you don't mind. Where are we going?" "Great! I'll drive you home to change. I was going to make it a surprise, but I thought we could go to Donovan's for dinner then dancing at Myst." Justin smiled at her, removing his tie, and pulling on his suit jacket. "So, ready to go?" "Donovan's and Myst? I don't know if I have anything to wear for that! Well, I might be able to borrow something from my roommate. Okay, let's go. I live about 3 miles from here off of 50th & East Van Buren." They left the office and got into Justin's Cadillac STS, not a pretentious vehicle, but roomy and enough to show he was a man of means to his clients. They chatted about themselves as they drove to Angela's apartment and while she was getting ready. Justin walked around the living room looking over the place and admiring the view they had of the common area below where some nubile young people were playing volleyball or swimming in the pool. He grinned, realizing that most of these kids were ASU students, remembering his days back in Tempe. "So, Angela. Have you always lived here the whole time you've been in Phoenix? Tom said you grew up in San Diego." He continued looking out the window, watching one particular blonde playing volleyball. Her micro-bikini barely covered her ample assets as she jumped and dove around on the sand with her teammates. Quite a large crowd had assembled, mostly men, to watch the two teams battle it out. Angela responded from her bedroom, "Yeah, Greg and I lived here when we moved from Chula Vista for his new job. We dated since we were 16 and I thought maybe someday we'd get married. I guess he had other plans...with some stupid slut..." she trailed off and Justin thought he heard her stifle a small sob. "Anyway, thankfully my roommate is my best friend Krystal, she moved out here last year to finish her grad studies. I told her we had a spare room, and she was welcome to live with us. Good thing too, since I don't know if I could afford this place on my own now." Justin nodded, looking out the window. The game had wound down and the girls were heading their separate ways. He turned from the window and walked back across near the door to Angela's bedroom. "Well, any man who would break up with you must be a fool. So, I guess you could look at it, as you're lucky not to be with an idiot anymore. Ha!" His tongue-in-cheek compliment elicited a burst of giggles from Angela. "But seriously, you're a beautiful woman. I'm surprised he would leave you." Justin walked over to an end table and picked up a photograph showing Angela and another woman (her roommate?) at a beach somewhere. Quite a breathtaking sight captured in that image. He just shook his head at the stupidity of Greg breaking up with this woman. "So, how do I look?" Angela said from behind him. Turning, Justin nearly had his jaw drop as he took in the beautiful sight in front of him. Angela was wearing a deep red cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, cut very low across the bust, revealing more than a little of her ample cleavage. The dress clung to every curve of her body like a second skin, the skirt short but tasteful, ending about three inches above her knees. A huge smile played across her face as she pirouetted and turned, showing her glorious ass covered in little more than a satin second-skin. If she was wearing anything under that dress Justin couldn't tell, though he didn't know how she could wear anything and not have it show through that ultra-tight dress. She was wearing stiletto heels, which gave her an additional few inches of height. "Wow! Just wow!" "So, you like it?" Angela flashed that smile at him. It's my roommates and she is much taller, so for her this is even that much more slutty looking." She giggled again at her own joke. "All I can say, Angela, is if we weren't 'just friends' I'd be hard pressed not to try and sweep you off your feet. Undeniably gorgeous." Angela visibly blushed at the comment while Justin's eyes were still soaking up her beauty, when he heard a voice behind him, startling him. "I'd say yummy if it was me, and if she wasn't stealing another one of my dresses!" said the tall blonde who came walking around Justin. He recognized her as the one playing volleyball earlier. The bikini did not disappoint. She appeared to be about 5'9" and around 130 athletic pounds, with a large C cup bust and legs that seemed to go on for miles. As she walked past, her micro-bikini did little to hide the phenomenal ass on display. "Looks like you're going out with this hottie, Angela. Don't do anything I wouldn't." She smiled and gave Angela a hug as she moved toward the kitchen. "Krystal!" Angela said, quite flustered. "We work together, this is Mr. Lachman, and he was just taking me out for a nice dinner. Not a date!" "It's alright Angela, and please" Justin said, looking at them both "please just call me Justin. Just a friendly dinner, Krystal. Angela seems as though she needs to have a good weekend for a change of pace. I'm sure you know." "Yeah, that piece of shit Greg really hurt my beautiful Angel! Besides, I'm just teasing her, though if it were me," she bit her lip in a sexy manner, while sizing him up. "Let's just say I don't think the friends thing would work for me." She laughed and slapped Angela across the backside as she disappeared into the bathroom. "Don't ruin my dress Angel-baby or if you do make sure there's a good reason for it." And with that double-entendre Krystal disappeared into the bathroom, the shower coming on a few seconds later. "She seems nice." Justin grinned. "Don't worry, I'm not offended. Shall we go? Angel-baby?" Another smile and laugh, as Angela blushed. "Where's the nickname from?" "Oh, God, I don't want to talk about it. She is always so forward! Everything is a conquest for her, but I love her so much. I don't know what I'd do without her." Angela smiled a sad little smile and took his offered arm. "So, Justin, did you mean what you said about if we weren't just friends?" "Of course. I've always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you in that dress just about knocked me off my feet." Justin smiled at her as they walked to his car. "Huh." She smiled and got into the car. "You're sweet." During the ride they talked about Angela and Krystal's relationship, how they became friends and roommates. They tried to stay off topic of her ex but inevitably it would come up. So, they switched topics to the meeting on Saturday with Justin giving her the synopsis of how he planned to present what they could offer to TechNext Media. "You should join me tomorrow, Angela. See how things are done outside the office. I think you would probably enjoy it. Unless you have plans with Krystal or otherwise." "Oh, no plans yet. That actually sounds like it might be fun. Watching the 'boss-man' hooking another fat cat client." She laughed, the sound happy and more carefree than Justin had ever seen her. He was glad she was enjoying herself; she deserved to be happy. "Well, we're here!" Justin got out of the car and handed the keys to the valet then opened the door for Angela and helped her out. "Madam, after you." The maitre d' showed them to their private table, handing them their menus and wine list. "Madame, Monsieur, might I interest you in our reserve wine list?" Justin nodded, "Actually we'll start out with a glass Russian River Chardonnay and your delicious crab cakes. Thank you." "A pleasure, Monsieur Lachman, as always." He stepped away to prepare their hors d' oeuvres and get their wine. "You must come here a lot." Angela said. "Monsieur Lachman." She laughed. "How often do you come here? This place is expensive!" "It's not too bad price-wise, but I come here about two or three times a month. We do all their advertising and they've had quite the upswing in sales since that time two years ago. So they are a bit more deferential to Tom and I than other customers. It's a great place!" "So, what you're saying is that there are benefits to having your ass kissed?" Angela grinned and chuckled as the maitre d' returned with the wine and crab cakes. Justin ordered their entrees and a bottle of Napa Valley Merlot. "I really appreciate this, J -- is it okay if I call you that -- it's the nicest thing anyone has done for me since I moved here. Greg and I rarely went out, he was always occupied with something else or said he was too tired. I didn't realize he was cheating on me until... oh, I'm so sorry!" Angela took a sip of her wine to cover her embarrassment. "You don't have to apologize. Sometimes talking about it and getting it out of your system can be cathartic. And I will reiterate, he is a complete moron for ever having cheated on a woman as incredible as yourself." Justin smiled, his eyes memorizing every facet and detail of her face, traveling discreetly down to her cleavage where those gorgeous pillows of flesh were tightly bound and pushed up. Man she has great tits! I'd love to—he shook himself from his thoughts as their food and wine arrived. They ate in silence for a few moments, Justin enjoying his ribeye and Angela enjoying her petit filet. Watching her eat, Justin was glad she wasn't one of those pretentious girls who only insist on eating salads and then picking at their food in their poorly intentioned means to remain 'skinny' or 'attractive'. A stick figure isn't great art and it doesn't make for a beautiful woman. He smirked at his thoughts then looked up at Angela. He caught her staring at him, then quickly grabbed her wine and took a drink to cover it up. "So, Angel-baby, huh?" Justin prodded. "I've gotta' know that story. I'm sure it's good." "Well, prior to dating Greg I was kinda' into girls." Angela began sheepishly. "Greg was the only guy I was ever with and we've been dating since our senior year in high school. Anyway, Krystal and I have been friends since grade school and we were girlfriends during high school when we both realized we liked girls. That's where the nickname comes from. We're not lesbians, but I guess you would call us bisexual. I hadn't made love to her in a couple of years, but we are still really super close and definitely the best of friends. When Greg and I broke up, it was Krystal who consoled me and well, we both kind of rekindled the old flame. I'm not sure if there's anything there but ... well, anyway..." It seemed she gained strength from telling the story. The more she talked about her relationships the more she opened up and the stronger she became. Justin was really beginning to like this girl. "Wow. Sounds like she's always been a great friend for you. Don't worry; I'm not judging you. It's natural for a beautiful woman to be attracted to another beautiful woman. Men aren't alone in recognizing feminine beauty. What you have sounds like a beautiful love and a good friend. Very few people can say they have that." Justin gave her a genuine smile, and reached across the table to take her hand in his reassuringly. She didn't pull away or seem startled, but entwined her fingers with his. "You know, I always thought you were cute, but I never realized you were such a nice guy," Angela said quietly. "Thanks for tonight. I don't know how I could repay you for being so kind. I know you don't expect it, so I won't even mention it, but honestly thanks Justin. You're the best!" She gave him such an honest and electric smile, Justin couldn't help but return it, and hands entwined, a feeling of friendship and attraction passed between them. "Maybe I'll just have to fuck you!" She giggled, then covered her mouth in horror as her face flushed crimson. "Oh, my god! I'm so sorry! It must be the wine!" "Well then we'll just have to get you some more wine." Justin grinned, pouring the last of the bottle into her glass. "There are few things you could ever say that would offend me. And hell, I can't say the thought hasn't crossed my mind." They finished their meal, Justin leaving a hefty tip behind as they left. Hands still clasped, they walked out the doors and gave the valet their number for him to return the car. Angela shivered a little in the open air. "Cold?" Justin asked. "No, just not as warm as when we went in, and this dress doesn't cover much." She smiled, one hand indicating the length of her torso. Justin drank in the sight as he looked down at her, her nipples noticeably showing through the thin material and answering the question of whether she was wearing a bra. "Well, you look absolutely amazing. Fantastic is an understatement. Here," he said, taking off his suit jacket. "This should help some." He draped it across her shoulders and put an arm around her back, pulling her in. "Thanks Justin. You're such a nice guy." Angela smiled at him, giving him that warm and slightly uneasy feeling. "Don't worry about it" he said. "I don't get cold easily. Plus, it always amuses me how people here call 70 degrees in November cold. I guess growing up in a place where in snows and rains in the winter makes me wonder how people in Phoenix can call sunny and 70 cold. Ha! It is a beautiful night though." The valet pulled up in the car, Justin tipped him, then they both climbed in, heading for Myst. During the drive and at the club they discussed their personal lives, where they grew up, family, friends, the paths they took to work at the same place. The next few hours went by quickly as they danced and drank becoming more and more comfortable with each other. During one particular dance Angela was grinding her ass against Justin's throbbing crotch, both of them gyrating and dancing to the music. His hands traveling the length of her torso from mid-thigh to shoulders, lingering every step of the way. She ground back against him, his cock firmly between the globes of her ass, nothing but thin material between his cock and her ass. Both were breathing heavily by the end of the song, clinging to each other as they moved across the dance floor to the bar. "My, you're a big boy!" Angela hollered into his ear over the thumping strains of music. "If I didn't know better, I'd say I did that to you." She grinned squeezing his cock through his pants, then pulling away and ordering drinks for them. Justin tossed a couple large bills on the counter to pay for their drinks and the previous round. "I'm so wet I can't think straight," she said, nibbling his ear, the alcohol obviously affecting her inhibitions. Office Escapades Ch. 01 "Maybe we should lay off the booze a bit," Justin said, obviously wanting her, but not if she was inebriated. He wanted her to be herself and not just another drunk chick he took home like back in his crazy college days. "I don't want you to do anything you'd regret." "I'm drunk but not stupid, Justin. I know what I'm doing; I just finally have the courage to say it. I've always thought you were hot and tonight I've realized how great a guy you are." She stood up on her toes and planted her soft full lips against his, hungrily kissing him. At first he hesitated, but then kissed her back with equal force and passion, their tongues swirling together. Justin kissed along her jaw line tracing it with the tip of his tongue, his kisses trailing down her long smooth neck, one hand entwined in her hair holding her head, the second hand pulling her closer to him by the hips. Angela moaned in ecstasy, hands on the back of his head pulling him to her as he kissed along her collarbone and the hollow of her throat. She could feel her pussy was soaking wet and pulsing with a mind of its' own as she ground herself against his thigh. She needed him now and needed him in her. God, she was so horny! Justin kissed her throat and neck, moving his lips down to her breastbone, just above her cleavage, kissing and nuzzling her flesh. Then moving back to her exquisite face, he kissed her lips with a passion he hadn't realized was in him. She signed and sank against him, the whole length of her body pressed firmly against his. His cock raging and controlling his thoughts more and more by the moment, he broke the kiss. "If you're serious about this, then I'm not going to say no Angela. You are too amazing and beautiful for me to say no. But only if you are really wanting this." "More than anything I've wanted in a very long time." She purred, biting his lip gently. "I really need you to fuck me and fuck me good. Uhmmm, I'm so wet if we don't leave I'm gonna jump your bones right here." She looked up at Justin with those gorgeous hazel eyes, a fire smoldering in them. "Take me home and fuck my brains out." "I don't know a man alive who could say no to that." Justin laughed loudly and picked her up in his arms as she squealed in surprise and excitement. "Your place is closer, Angel-baby unless you want to go to my place." "No," she said, kissing his neck and enjoying the warmth of his strong muscular body pressed against hers. "My place is perfect." It was the quickest drive either of them had taken across Scottsdale and back to Phoenix, all the more amazing that there were no cops out to stop them. Parking at Angela's apartment, they nearly raced up the stairs to her third-story apartment, falling together on the couch as soon as the door was closed behind them. Her hands tearing at his shirt, Justin helped her remove it, not caring if it got torn or dirty despite being Hugo Boss. Angela ran her hands across his muscular chest, and shoulders admiring his toned body. While not a muscle-bound freak or body builder, Justin kept himself in good shape. At 6'3" and 215 pounds he was an athletically built man, and had even tried out for football at ASU. After walking-on he was injured in the first game of the season and quickly decided that was not the life for him. Nearly ten years later he still worked out 3-4 times a week and ran almost every day. Recently he had gotten into the MMA workouts that were popular, though he had no intention of fighting or being quite that freakishly muscular. Her hands quickly moved down to his belt, tugging and pulling it free from the loops. Justin kicked his shoes off, kissing down her neck, across her shoulders to the thin spaghetti straps holding the dress up. He moved the straps off of her shoulders and down her arms as he continued to kiss lower, his face now firmly into her cleavage. Her breasts heaved against his face as he kissed first one then the other, slowly peeling the dress down her body. Angela continued to try and work Justin's pants off his body and had nearly succeeded when his began to peel her dress off, kissing her chest and sending electric waves through her body. God how she needed this, her pussy was on fire. Pushing him away, she quickly stood up. "Take off your pants now." She commanded as she pushed the dress down her hips and let it fall to the floor, the material sighing quietly as it collapsed in a heap beside the couch. Falling back on the couch, she began playing with her pussy as she watched him disrobe. Eyes rolling back in her head she dipped a finger into the sweet nectar of her pussy, her thumb toying with the nub of her clitoris. Justin nearly had a heart attack when Angela took off the dress and began masturbating in front of him. No stranger to some pretty kinky stuff, he nonetheless was still shocked by her perfection and aroused by the sight and smell of her luscious pussy. Her tits were at least a D cup, perky and gravity defying but real as could be with no visible sag. Her trim, toned stomach tapered down to flaring hips that begged to be grabbed and used as fuck-holds. As she spread her legs he got the sight he longed for, her beautiful pink slit, puffy lips enflamed with desire. She kept herself well trimmed with only a small landing strip above her pussy. Angela's labia were small and delicate, flaring open and wet with arousal, her clit peeking through the hood at the top. Sliding his thumbs on either side of his pants and under the elastic of his boxers, he yanked them down and kicked off his socks, his raging hard cock slapping back up against his flat stomach as it was freed from its' confines. Unconsciously, he began to stroke himself watching Angela play with her pussy. Leaning down, he kissed her gently, drawing her back to reality. "Hmm, that's nice." Angela moaned, kissing him back. She opened her eyes to see him completely naked, and his massive prick staring at her angrily as he pumped his fist over it. "Oh, I knew you were a big boy, but shit, that fucker'll tear me in half." She reached out, grasping his cock and pulling him toward her. "How big is this thing? Eight, nine inches? Fuck, I can barely get my hand around it!" She began to stroke it slowly, gathering up the precum that had appeared at the tip and using it to speed her strokes. Justin's knees buckled when she first grabbed hold of his cock and began stroking. He was really worked up and afraid if he didn't slow himself down, he'd end up blowing a load right in her hands. "Oh, fuck, Angela, that feels so good baby." He exhaled heavily, and smiled down at her. "You like that big cock, baby? You want me to fuck you with my big dick? Oh, damn, you are so beautiful and perfect. I just want to lick every inch of your body." Justin leaned down and kissed her on the lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth. "FUCK you are so hot, Angel!" Angela gave him a look so hot he could almost feel the incendiary heat pouring from her body. Opening her mouth, she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her jaws stretching wide. Slowly adjusting to his size, she began to bob her head back and forth on the end of his cock, his hands playing through her hair and holding the back of her head without pushing her forward. Pulling off his cock, Angela licked the full length of his cock from base to tip. Not forgetting his balls, she used her free hand to cup them feeling how heavy and full of cum they were. She grinned wickedly and quickly wrapped her lips around his shaft, plunging down as far as she could on his massive prick, her eyes watering. "Holy shit! Goddamn! You suck a mean cock, girl!" Justin leaned back against the arm of the couch for support as he closed his eyes reveling in the fellatio being performed by Angela. Reaching out a hand, he fondled her right breast, feeling the perfect texture of her skin, the heaviness of her full pert tit. The erect nub of her nipple against the palm of his hand, he began to massage and play with her glorious orbs, occasionally pinching or running his thumb across her nipple, eliciting a moan of satisfaction from Angela. Angela was enjoying the tit-play as she sucked this massive 8 or 9-inch cock. She relaxed the back of her throat and took as much into her mouth as possible, before pulling back and releasing his cock with a gasp, saliva dripping from her full, red lips and onto her cleavage. She did this for several minutes, before pulling back and leaning her breasts into him. Using the saliva as lubricant, she slapped Justin's cock between her tits and looked into his eyes, "Fuck my tits baby! I want to be your fuck toy tonight. Whatever you need, I'm yours." Her eyes locked on his, she meant every word she said. Justin smiled down at her, his cock sandwiched between her heavy tits. "Baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you pass out. Unh, yeah, I love your tits. God, that feels good." Arching his back, Justin began to slowly fuck Angela's tits, feeling the friction and heat as his cock was enveloped in the beautiful pillowy flesh. Slowly building speed, he pumped his shaft back and forth, sweat glistening on both their bodies as her tits bounced and heaved with his pounding. For the next five minutes nothing but panting and grunting sounds emanated from either of them. With his cock pistoning between her tits, Angela would take the head in her mouth as it appeared at the top of her cleavage sucking for a moment, moaning and panting with excitement. Justin massaged her breasts with both hands, playing with her large nipples for stimulation. Soon, Justin felt his balls begin to tighten up and knew he would have to stop or change position, or Angela would soon be covered in his baby batter. Stepping back, Justin stopped and smiled at Angela. "Sorry baby, we gotta change positions unless you want me to blow all over your tits and face before we even fuck. Besides, I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours." Angela pretended to pout as her tits were suddenly devoid of his massive slab of meat; smiling at the arousal she had caused him. "But, Mr. Lachman, I want you to cum on my pretty face, and coat my big tits with your jizz. Promise me you will after you fuck me silly." Justin grinned at her intentional use of formality and nodded, "Ms. Cruz I'll cum anywhere you want me to." Leading Justin to the bedroom, she pushed him across the bed on his back, slowly, seductively crawling across him until her pussy was just inches above his lips. He could smell her arousal and almost taste her flavor in the air. With her sex just inches from his face, he grabbed her perfect ass, feeling their firm muscular texture. Pulling her down atop his face, he ran his tongue the full length of her engorged pussy, making sure to pay attention to her sweet nub at the end of each long stroke. He could feel Angela quiver each time his tongue touched her clit, and knew an orgasm was quickly building. In anticipation of this, he pulled her down atop him tightly, his tongue working the full length and breadth of her beautiful puss, dipping into her cunt and tasting her sweet honey. "Oh, Justin! Oh, baby I'm gonna come! So, so close now. Don't stop.. keep eating my pussy! Fuck that feels so good!! Oh God! I-I-I-I'm cumming!!!!!" Angela was writhing on his face, grinding her pussy against his tongue, panting and moaning as her orgasm neared, mouth opened in a wordless scream. Just before her orgasm came crashing down, Justin latched himself to her clit, sucking and licking it voraciously as wave after wave of Angela's sweet juices splashed across his face, running down his cheeks and through his goatee. Lapping up as much of the juices as he could, Justin was nearly drowning in the volume of cum Angela released, but what a way to go. Finally, as her orgasm subsided, with smaller orgasms cascading through her every few seconds, she released the death grip her thighs had on his face and collapsed beside him on the bed. "That was fucking amazing!! God you can eat me anytime you want!" she purred at him, running her hands across his chest and playing with the short well-kept chest hair. She leaned over, kissing his lips and tasting herself on him. "Mmm I taste good on you." Angela laughed, rolling over on her back, her tits thrust up in the air. Justin leaned over and took a nipple in his mouth, one hand running down her stomach, feeling the fluttering muscles as she tensed in excitement. Her body glistened with perspiration, the light playing against her lightly bronzed skin. His hand found and cupped her vagina, slipping his middle finger into her molten depths. She sighed as her tits were simultaneously mauled while her pussy was fondled and played with. "Ok, time to get that monster inside me," Angela said, lifting a leg and throwing herself over Justin's waist to sit on his stomach his enormous dick poking into her firm, muscular ass cheeks. "I've got a dildo about the same length ... but I'm not sure how this will work in reality with your size! So, go slow on me at first, hon." Angela said as she slid down, reaching behind her and grasping his cock. She slowly guided the head into the opening of her hot, moist slit and pushed back feeling the enormous head enter her. She gasped as it slid through the tight hole of her vagina filling her up. She stopped for a moment adjusting to his girth. "Oh, shit, Justin this thing is huge. Just give me a moment to get used to it." Stroking her hair and face, he smiled back. "Just take your time baby. Go at your own pace, but don't hurt yourself." He knew from their previous conversations she had only had sex with Greg and he wasn't exactly well endowed; so this would be a new experience for Angela. He grunted her virginally tight cunt grippingd his shaft, as she slowly slid further and further onto his cock. Her whole body shook with the effort and he could feel another orgasm building within her. Finally, she had his whole length inside her, so deep he could feel it bump up against her cervix. "Oh, J, you're so deep inside of me. I'm so full I don't think I could take anything more. God it's amazing." She sighed as she began to slide up and down his shaft, pushing her self up, hands on his chest, breasts jutting out magnificently. He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it, running his tongue around her areola and gently biting her nipple. "Oh, I'm gonna come again soon, I can feel it. Fuck me, honey, fuck me good and hard." That was all the encouragement he needed as he began to thrust himself into her, driving the full length of his manhood deep inside her velvety pussy. Her pussy was so tight he knew he wouldn't last long at this rate, but he wanted to make sure she came. Angela fell on top of him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved his hands down to her hips and ass, holding on for leverage as he pounded his cock into her mercilessly. "Fuck!!! FUCK!! OH, SHIT!! Hammer my little pussy you big fuck stud!" Angela screamed in her fuck-induced state of mind. Justin threw his head back and arched his back, driving his cock as deep as possible into her sopping wet cunt, obscene sounds emanating from their joining. Justin grabbed a firm hold of Angela, and rolled her over on her back, keeping himself buried in her cunt. He grabbed her legs, lifting them up to his shoulders and pulling her up against him as he pounded into her pussy, driving deep. "Ah, shit! I'm gonna cum soon, Angel! God baby your pussy is so fucking tight!" "Yeah! Fuck my cunt baby! I want you to cum on my face and tits! Oooh, I'm so close!" Angela wailed, mauling her tits with her hands and thrashing on the bed. She came with a scream that he was sure all the neighbors within one block heard. "FFFUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! OOOOOHHHH SHIIIIIIT!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Suddenly Justin was drenched as Angela came hard. She's a fucking squirter!!! He thought with an evil smile on his face. He didn't let up pounding her as she thrashed and screamed, moaning under the onslaught his cock was giving her pussy. Slowly, she came down from her orgasm, panting and clutching at the bed sheets, her eyes a smoldering fire as she glared up at him from the bed. Justin continued to piston in and out of her, eliciting continuing shudders from her as mini-orgasms wracked her body. "Oh, Justin! That was amazing! I never came that hard before! Oh, baby I want you to cum too! Please come for me, all over my face and tits. I need your cum, I want it, all of it." Angela gave him one of those incredible looks that make a man's heart melt. (Yeah, you know the one) "Fuck my tits and come, baby!" Pulling out of Angela, Justin moved up the bed and straddled her chest as she gasped at the sudden emptiness in her cunt. Sliding his soaked dick between her pendulous breasts, he began to pump himself between her massive mammaries. Angela squeezed her breasts together, her tongue snaking out to lick the tip of Justin's massive cock as he pounded himself between her huge tits. He reached out and tugged on both her big nipples, drawing a whimper from Angela as she came again. "Oh, fuck here it comes baby!" Justin pulled free of her tits, stroking himself as Angela propped herself up on her elbows, mouth open to catch as much as she could. "Unnggh! Yeah!" Justin shouted as the first shot of cum rocketed out of his cock, splashing across her face from right cheek to forehead, the second followed quickly, coating her tongue and nose, a third and fourth plastered her face and mouth in quick succession as he took aim at her tits firing off several more cum salvos. Justin kept cumming and cumming, not knowing when it would end, amazed at the volume he was coating this goddess with. Finally, it ended and he nearly collapsed from the effort. A little laugh from Angela drew his attention as she wiped the cum from her eyes. "Shit! I didn't think you were gonna stop! Do you have a fire hose attached to that cock! Baby you covered me!" They both laughed as she wiped the cum on her face down to her mouth, swallowing it, then massaged the cum on her tits into her skin. Her face and tits glistening like a cum-glazed goddess was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen. Justin leaned down to kiss her, tasting themselves on each other. They lay there in silence for a moment before realizing they were being watched. Sitting up quickly, they looked to the open bedroom doorway. Silhouetted against the light from the hallway, Krystal was standing naked in the door frame, one hand in her pussy and glistening with moisture, a wicked smile on her face. "You guys put on a sexy show. You up for an encore?" Sauntering across the room, Krystal sat on the bed across from them and pulled Angela to her, licking the remaining cum from her fingers, then kissed her deeply. "Mmm, yummy." ~~~To Be Continued~~~