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What a Day

By: DemonicAnge1



Ever have one of those days? Everything seems to be going wrong… That was what kind of day I had. Went to work spilt coffee all over my blouse. Then just before I could finish my report and save, the computer froze! I lost everything. Well… That’s just a portion of it. I get a call that my dog is missing, then my water is shut off so there goes my soothing relaxing bath. Well enough about that for now eh? Let me introduce my self. My birth name is Brittany though most tend to call my ‘Brit’… Why I’d like to know… Dirty blonde as they call it for my hair. I try to keep it long, though a ponytail’s worth is all I have to show. My work is, as most people would think. A secretary. Not the most glamorous job but it gets the bills paid. 

Okay, well back to my day. There I stood. Drops of sweat clinging the coffee stains white blouse against my chest. My boss giving me the daily scolding for perhaps a single spelling error or another glorious report he forgot to give me. Something about today just seemed awful. As I had stated everything was going wrong. I could tell by his sick grin that he was probably getting a kick out of my damp shirt. Heck I even forgot my bra! Finally, he had finished. My hands tugged down the work skirt. A dark navy (too bad my shirt wasn’t that color) then back out to my desk I went. The moment I was able to slump down… here came Peter. Now this guy I would suck off just for the pleasure of watching him squirm. He was just drop dead! I felt tingles watching him pass by. Staring up into those eyes of his… I found my self nearly pressing a hand against my skirt. “Hey Peter” I seemed to almost whisper. Unable to get all the words out. 

“How’s your day lovely?” Lovely? Did he just call me that? He had to be joking… I felt so icky right now. 

“A good screw would be nice!” I let out a laugh. Lord I was only kidding about that. Playfully I batted my eyes at him. Fingers crossing together on top of my desk. 

“Sounds like a plan” Before I knew it, his lips were pressed to mind. He was bent over my chair grabbing my knees! What the hell! I tried to muffle out protest but he just kept on kissing me. I wanted to push him away. But something about all this made me feel so hot… so dirty. One of his hands moved waving over behind his shoulder. Soon enough he had stood… grinning down at my gasping form. “Ever wonder why there are only five men and one woman working here? Time for you to get your raise.” 

Both hands went up to try and tell him to stop… let the way his hand just pushed under my skirt. Fingers rubbing against my covered slit caused me to groan out loud. With his free hand, I found my blouse unbuttoned then pulled away. My breasts free for the world to see. More shadows circled around. The other coworkers and… my boss! Had their clothes off around me! As for Peter, he glanced at each of them then down looking at me. “Looks like the company slut is wet and ready to please” 

The fabric, which was my panties, were torn off… well just at the same time my skirt was cut by their scissors. They sure knew how to undress a woman. I didn’t protest one bit though… Deep down in side I knew I wanted to be their dirty little company whore. Onto my hands and knees they placed me. Lowering my spread wet cunt against my boss’ cock. The penetration nearly made me scream. He wasn’t the biggest man but his thrusts did the job! It had been months since my last good fuck. My screams were soon silenced as another swollen member was given in my presence. Shoved into my mouth against my throat. Both of his hands of this man gripped my head violently fucking my lips. The oozing precum was coating my tongue with the sweet liquid. 

Peter leaned down next to my face. That hard cock of his rubbing up and down my cheek. “Ya know Brit, you sure do have a tight pussy… Hop you don’t mind your ass being taken. Our boss wants your cunt for a bit of a long time.” The moment he finished those words… He moved from my vision. He didn’t seem to care if I was dry back there or not. All I know is that his cock rammed against the tiny rose bud. I both felt pain and pleasure feeling both cocks rubbing together against my inner walls. 

I heard a deep groan in front of me… As the sticky fluids of the bastard fucking my throat went down into my stomach. God it was so warm… so delicious. The last two men, who haven’t cummed, moved in front of me. I sat up against the cock in my ass and pussy. Hands stroking both their members as I licked over the heads. A deep throat scream bellowed out from me. The delicious orgasm flooding my body, my juices almost leaking out to cover my boss’ balls. God this was great! All that fucking seemed to make the orgasm last over and over again. I could hear Peter yelling behind me, though only barely “How does this feel slut? Like being gang fucked here?” All I could do was scream yes. Over and over again.

All this pleasure was just too much for me to handle right now. Everything seemed to go white. Just before I passed out, I felt my bowels and my cunt being flooded with the sexual juices of my new lovers. Cum splattering across my face and bare breasts. As everything went back, I fell down against my boss’s body. 

With moon light glowing down on me… I could tell it was nighttime. My lower half seemed to just ache… yet oddly enough I still felt the waves of my orgasm coming through me. My eyes were barely able to open. Drops of cum dripping over my eyelashes. I slowly sat up, my right hand reaching down scratching over my bare hairless cunt… Gobs of cum leaking beneath me from my puckered anus and my pussy. One glance down showed me that even after I had passed out. They kept on working; I was just a masterpiece of sex. My entire body smothered in cum. something in side of me seemed to love what I was doing now… As I peeled the white male fluid… slurping it off my fingers… I saw most of the men around me unconscious. But Peter stood there, staring at me. “Well, keep this act up and you will keep on making more then the boss… We plan to keep our little cum whore happy.” Each of those words caused shivers up and down my body. 

A grin… I was feeling sexy so this grin matched. Staring upon his naked spent standing form. “Sounds good, so tell me… Same time tomorrow?” Guess today wasn’t as bad as I had thought…

What A Day



The sun was poking in the window as I opened my bleary eyes. I knew straightaway that something was wrong. I just wasn't sure what. 

My wife was away for a few days with the kids but that wasn't it and then I realised that it was simply that the sheet had got tucked up under my chest. I reached to straighten it. It was straight yet I could still feel this lump. 

Slowly I lifted myself away from the bed and looked. 

If I didn't know better it looked as though I had a pair of breasts! 

I looked again, they were still there a nice pair of perky boobs were sitting there as I looked down my body! 

I jumped out of bed in alarm and felt the weirdest sensation at the rapid movement, it was as though my chest had turned to jelly and was swaying around. 

As I put my hands up instinctively to touch them, the nipples hardened under my touch and I felt a warm glowing at my loins only it wasn't accompanied by the usual tightening of blood vessels heralding an erection. This was more of warmth, a tingling and a sensation of lifting and opening. I tore my eyes from my newly acquired breasts and looked further down 

WHERE THE HELL HAD IT GONE?? 

There was no sign of my usual 14", well ok I've been listening to the sound bite on my profile too much, but there was still no sign of my cock which like any good farmyard cock normally arose before me to greet the morning 

All I could see was the usual mass of pubic hair, and NOTHING!! 

Hurriedly I raced to the bathroom where there was a full-length mirror. 

There looking at me was my face, unshaven and as ugly as normal but from the neck down was a body with curves and indents and breasts and horror of horrors the slit high on my pubic bone leading to ...my hand explored ...reaching to a very warm and moist pussy! 

This was WEIRD 

Was I dreaming? 

Had I had a curse put on me 

Even as I was thinking my fingers were acting as they always do when placed beside a pussy they were exploring and I could feel myself (?) becoming damper and damper, the tingling I had experienced earlier was becoming more and more acute, it was building inside me like a crescendo like a rush of babbling water and suddenly my body shook with this amazing sweet sensation gushing over me. I saw the blush over my (?) breasts and I realised I had just experienced a female orgasm 

NEAT!! No mess just the pleasure. I licked my fingers, hey my pussy tasted pretty good. 

I smiled , then I realised the full enormous impact of the situation, I had a woman's body , but I was a guy with mans work to do , mans pals , a marriage, a family , it HAD to be a dream . 

That made me feel better, I could have fun with this dream just as long as the alarm didn't go off. 

I was not going to dress as a woman no way but I certainly wanted to explore things a bit more. 

I found my wife's box of tampons, Inserting one wasn't anywhere near as simple as I expected, eventually I decided to read the accompanying instructions, one leg raised worked for me, being wet already I found it slipped in easily enough the cotton wool covering being a little rough and tickly at first, then nothing, no sensation at all. Then the moisture from my orgasm kicked in I could feel it swelling, filling. I pulled it out, this was too weird. 

I washed and shaved, having a wee was odd, nothing to hold and aim, boy the fun girls miss out on!! 

I still hadn't had a good look so taking a small mirror I went back to the bedroom lay on the bed and examined myself, Yep it was a pussy a nicely shaped one too. What the hell was I going to do, a feeling of panic washed over me then I remembered it was only a dream wasn't it? 

I dressed...in MY clothes!! 

From the waist down I was ok but no way could I go outside in this shirt. I got a tape measure and my wife's guide to clothing sizes and took the shirt off. 

I'm a small guy my chest usually measures 38" but now my bust was a good 40c! 

I phoned work to explain I had got some kind of infection and wouldn't be in, this may seem odd as it was only a dream but a part of me told me it wasn't a dream, I kept reminding myself it was, I wouldn't have stayed sane otherwise. 

What could I do all day? 

This body was too good just to sit about and watch TV but I dared not step outside 

I thought long and hard, My wife's best friend was a nice girl, in fact I fancied her something rotten, with the open marriage we had this wasn't a problem to my wife in fact she had encouraged her friend to " give him a go " " make his day " but beyond a few kisses and some minor juvenile type petting things had never developed, she just couldn't let herself go enough to make it with a married man no matter how much his wife said it was ok, mind she had let slip to me that if it was my wife she was being invited to get it on with then it would be a different matter! 

I called her up " Hi Julie " I heard my voice say, thank goodness my voice hadn't changed sex. 

"Hi Dave" came her cheerful reply 

"Look, you couldn't pop over, something has cropped up that I can't handle myself " 

"Oh you can't find any clean cups huh? Don't worry I told Di that I'd keep an eye on you while she was away, give me a half hour or so" 

It was actually 27 minutes; I'd paced anxiously the entire time working out what I was going to say. I had also slipped a thick jumper over my shirt 

When she arrived I could see she was impressed if not astonished at how tidy I had kept the place, she sat on a chair facing me "So what's the problem, you seem to be coping well enough" 

"Well...its not really that sort of a problem.." 

She began to stand "You know I wont help you with the other kind of problem " she moved towards the door 

"It isn't that either" I began..." Well sort of ...just look" I pulled the jumper and shirt off over my head 

Her face was a picture that comedians try to create with words, her eyes really did shoot out of their sockets, her mouth gaped, the colour drained from her face 

"What? .... How? ...When?" 

"Tits...no idea...this morning " I replied to her staccato questions 

"You mean, they just appeared? " She walked towards me to get a better look 

Her hand reached " Can I? " she asked 

"Sure" I said not really thinking much of it 

As her cool fingers caressed my breast her thumb rubbing over my nipple I realised I was once again getting turned on, this is what women mean when they say they have sensitive breasts, one touch is enough to set them over the edge 

Cautiously I placed my hand on her waist; she didn't seem to notice 

"They're real" she whispered "and so firm, it's not fair you've had kids!" 

I laughed, " Yours always seemed firm enough to me " 

"Not as firm as yours look " To my astonishment she whipped off her Tee shirt and unclipped her bra 

My dreams were coming true ...on the one day I didn't have a cock 

She was about a 34b and yes they did droop a little but they still looked good enough to suck on 

"Now "she said " Put one hand on yours and one on mine and feel the difference" 

She was INVITING me!!! 

I obeyed, yes her's didn't feel quite as taut as the ones attached to my chest but she obviously didn't realise most guys prefer the girl next door to artificial centrefold models 

I wondered how far this might go 

"This is only part of my problem " 

She looked at me, puzzled 

I began lowering my trousers 

"My GOD" she murmured, pushing me down on my seat and kneeling between me 

The position I had wanted her in for years!! 

Her fingers delicately parted the labia and her face moved so close to me, I could feel her warm breath over me. 

I lay trembling in anticipation and I sensed rather than saw or felt her tongue brushing lightly over the clitoris that was there. 

I felt muscles I had never previously been aware of tighten up as the blood vessels filled. I could feel the moisture bubbling up inside my pussy as her tongue flicked a little more firmly and two cool fingers slid inside and aimed for the upper layer of flesh so pressing upwards. 

I even had a G-Spot!!! 

I trembled uncontrollably and found myself parting my thighs wider, my hands squeezing my breasts firmly. 

Her tongue lapped away at my clitoris bringing me to peak after peak, each slightly higher than the last until I felt an intense thundering building up and I yelled and pushed her away from me, the sensitivity had become just far too acute to bear. 

She stood in front of me her jeans slipping down over her hips followed by the small white panties 

"Seeing as you're no threat to me I can teach you EXACTLY how a woman likes to be loved" 

Naked she pulled me to the settee and lay me down and positioned herself directly opposite me lowering her face once more to my thighs and I saw her pink cushioned pussy lips lowering themselves to my waiting mouth, lower and lower they came, closer and closer, her hot pussy aroma filling my senses. 

BBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 

As the alarm went off I followed my usual early morning act of untangling my balls and caressing my erect cock which like all good farmyard cocks was already up and about before me .

© taurents  



What a Day



It's an early Friday morning. I'm just waking up so I have to go to the bathroom. After I finish peeing, I wipe and my clit is already poking out and super sensitive. I love waking up that way. There is nothing like starting my day off with a nice orgasm. I hop up and almost skip back to my room to get my toys. My pussy is getting wet as I walk, very wet in fact. By the time I reached into my dresser to get Rubber Steve and a vibrator, I am already soaked. I have a few different vibrators, but this pink one is small but it vibrates so hard and fast, it's great. Rubber Steve is my pride and joy. I have had him since I was 16, and now that I'm 21, he gets more use than ever. He is absolutely huge, 12 inches in length, and just about as thick as a soda can. He is dark brown just like a black guy and has huge veins all over it. If my arm didn't get so damn tired, I would spend all day and night with him.

I had a task at hand though so I wasted no time at all. I took Rubber Steve and my vibe to the bed, threw off my little tee then my thong, and I laid back on the bed vibe in my left hand and Rubber Steve in my right. First I turned my vibe all the way up, so it was buzzing like crazy. Then I put Rubber Steve up to my slit and rubbed him up and down my slit, causing shivers to run up and down my spine. I gasp out as I use his head to spread open my lips and find my hole with it. Slowly, ever so slowly I pushed him in. His head finally got in. Looking down at my pussy was soooo hot. There was about 10 inches of huge cock sticking out of my bald, stretched, glistening young pussy. The hottest part was thinking all of that cock was going to be plowing me in a few minutes. Slowly I started to work him in and out of my pussy. 

I loved watching him slide in and out, it looked as if his huge size would rip my lips apart. They were stretched so tightly around him I don't think you could slide a hair in between them. Working him deeper and deeper into my open hole, loving the way he stretches out my insides. A very familiar warm feeling was building in the pit of my stomach, I was close to coming. Still working it deeper and deeper, just over half is in and I am starting to get warm all over and my pussy is starting to twitch. I grip Rubber Steve hard and push him into me hard, 9 massive inches split me in 2, causing my pussy to clamp down and my stomach to tighten. I let go of Rubber Steve and gasped at the bed with both hands, my pussy pushing hard at him and pushing him right out, stopping my cum a little short. That is ok though because I hear my vibrator again. 

So I grab both again and drive Rubber Steve in as deep as I can, about 10 inches and hold him there. Then I bring the vibe right down to my clit and it causes me to jump as it touches my clit. I am really getting into it now; juices are running down my ass and soaking the bed. Searching for that right spot with the tip of the vibe I find it and its like electricity. I am really starting to get loud with my moans and even screaming now, as I am about to cum again. Eyes tightly shut; I start to scream out, my body covered in sweat. My stomach tightens first, quickly followed by my pussy, and my hole starts to gush out my sweet cum. Going wild, having trouble keeping the vibe on my clit. My knees are up and I am almost sitting up, just before I collapse back onto the bed. 

Only sitting back for a second, I get ready for more. I want to have an orgasm, not just coming where it is just centered on my pussy. I want to have a full body, toe curling, mind blowing, pussy squirting orgasm. I am all set for it too. Gripping Rubber Steve I start pushing him in and out, driving in the last couple of inches. Almost pulling him all the way out before driving back in hard, so hard in fact that it hurts, but I love it. Slamming him in and out like a mad woman, moaning out so damn loud. I can feel it coming on so I keep plowing my pussy as hard as I can. Getting so close, using both hands to abuse my hole with my massive rubber lover. Grunting out, body covered is sweat, I am a woman on a mission. Almost there, my whole body is tingling. Switching back to one hand I grab my vibe with the other and mash it onto my clit and it happens. I scream out at the top of my lungs and rip the massive cum covered dildo out of my now gaping hole as my cum begins to spray across the bed. Stream after stream spray from my wide open pussy. My whole body locks up. Tears start to drip down my face as I am being overtaken by my orgasm. The vibrator falls from my hands but I don't care. Griping the sheets so hard I feel one of my nails break. 30 seconds, 45 seconds, I am coming up on a full minute just before my body starts to relax. I collapse back on the bed, exhausted, covered in sweat. 

Looking down between my legs I see the mess my pussy has made. I can't believe how much of my cum is on the bed. I must have squirted a pint of cum all over my bed. Slowly I stand up and I have to clean up. I get Rubber Steve and my vibe, take them to the bathroom and wash them and put them away. I take the sheets off the bed and toss them to the side. Looking at the time I have about an hour to get to work. Time for me to go to work, what a great way to start the day. 



What a Day



Well, to start with a cliché: It had been one of those days ... 

First client didn't show. Second client showed before the art department finished the storyboards ... all wrong, by the way. And the VP lost my third client because she wouldn't shut the hell up about going to high school with the client's CEO ... who wasn't even in the meeting.

I barricaded myself in my office for the afternoon, desperately trying to salvage something positive but our EMail server was down and, just as it came back on, my PC crashed. Completely. Dead.

Fuck Microsoft.

The phone rang and it was my girlfriend. She listened to me rant. Then: "Well, Baby, remember that I'm going out with Cassie and Susan tonight."

"Yeah," I lied. I hadn't but why shouldn't a long boring night alone cap the day from hell?

"And who knows ... maybe your day will get better?"

"Who knows ..." I didn't and I didn't believe she did. But no reason to harsh her buzz.

At least I got to the gym and had a good hard sweat before heading home, picking up a chicken rice bowl from the local asian market. I got home about 7:00 and found a note taped onto Minnie's dresser, right above her lingerie drawer:

Sweetie:

"Sorry about your crappy day ... but it will get better. 

Promise.

Enjoy your present 

See you after midnight

M."

I looked around and didn't see anything in the bedroom or the kitchen. Snacking on my dinner, I walked through the office and living room then figured it must be in the master bath. There hanging on a pink floral padded hangar over the shower door was a red satin slip, a purple thong, and a pair of white, silk stockings.

In an instant, the shitty day was gone and I was transported to a better place, time, universe! Was I dreaming? Did she really lay this out for me? Or, was this what she was going to wear when she got home? 

I've always loved silk and satin and lace. Minnie has two drawers stuffed full of erotic treats plus more than a little bit of closet space. She would even indulge and let me wear her panties on occasion, although whenever I hinted for more, she never seemed interested. And I never pushed it.

That's when I saw the second note ... on a silver tray next to a martini shaker, a bucket of ice, a bottle of vodka, a can of shaving cream, a white rose in a vase, my razor, and a sleeve of extra blades:

"Baby:

I think you should shave your skin as smooth as this new satin teddy, set out just for you..

M."

Who was I to argue?

I finished dinner and hit random on the CD jukebox. I slammed a second liter of water then made a martini. I showered and scrubbed (in all the right places) then drew a bath. I seasoned the water with some of Minnie's salt scrubs, then settled in for a good long soak. 

When I'd finished my drink, I slowly shaved my legs, especially my pubic hair. I keep myself pretty trim there anyways but I wanted to be especially smooth for my love. Then I took care of my underarms and the very small, sparse patch of chest hair. It took the entire sleeve of blades but when I was done I was completely smooth everywhere. It felt kind of strange feeling the air hit me as I left the bath. Kind of sensitive. Kind of vulnerable. Kind of erotic.

I dried and powdered myself (again, in all the right places) and carried my evening's costume into our bedroom. I slowly slid into the slip and, as the satin touched my cleanly shaven body, the heavenly sensation brought my semi-hard cock to full strength. Oh my gawd did it feel so good ... everywhere!

I slipped the thong on and pressed my cock against my stomach and the string into my ass. So far so good. But then came the piéce de resistance: One stocking for each leg. I pulled them on slowly, savoring the caress as they moved up my thighs and settled the little elastic band into place. Encased in soft smooth material from the spaghetti straps on my shoulders down to my toes. Very sensitive. Very erotic.

Standing there in the soft light, I took a deep breath and tried to relax. I touched my prick through the satin and rubbed my other hand over my nipples, which were hard as pebbles. I sat down on the bed and moved my right leg up and down my left. Like a cricket. Or, more appropriately, a horny housewife in a pick-up bar.

Horny was the right word. I was so fucking turned on I was tempted to just pull my cock out and jerk it to satisfaction right then and there. But I wanted more to savor the feeling, the sensation, the decadence of what Minnie had set out for me.

So I took another deep breath and headed back to the bathroom to make another martini but was stopped short by the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Sweetie."

"Hey, Min." I could hear that she was in a bar and thought I could make out the voice of Cassie ordering another round of drinks.

"How's your day going?"

I smiled: "Much better, thank you very much."

"Did you get all showered and clean?" I could hear her laughing

"Yes ... bathed and very clean."

"Good. Are you going to go out tonight?"

"No," I laughed. "I'm pretty much dressed for staying in."

She laughed.

"How's your evening so far?"

"Pretty fun," she said and I heard her tell the waitress Thanks. "We're going to have another drink and then go dancing."

"Okay," I was a little disappointed ... I had hoped she was on her way home.

"But, since you're staying in, you might enjoy the movie I rented this afternoon. It's on top of the TV."

"Okay, thanks."

"Oh and sweetie ..." Her voice was softer and I could picture her turning away from the table of girlfriends to speak quietly into the phone. "I love you."

"Oh, and I love you," I assured her. "Have fun."

She laughed. "You, too. But not too much fun."

"Oh, I'll wait for that," I assured her.

She laughed and we said our goodbyes. I went over to the TV and picked up the DVD rental case. The title was more than enough to tell me what kind of movie I'd be watching: Sorority Sluts XIX. And there was another note along with a cigarillo (I like to smoke cigars every once in a while but never one this ... well, feminine):

"Only three rules for you to follow: 

1.Do not touch yourself 2. 3.Make sure you keep your lipstick fresh 4. 5.No more than 3 drinks 6. If I'm not home when the movie is over, you go to bed and go to sleep.

M."

I went back into the bathroom and made another drink, after finding and applying a lipstick that looked reasonably slutty. Of course, I didn't spend too much time looking in the mirror (how silly would that be?).

The movie was more than predictable, even if I hadn't seen the first 18 Sorority Sluts. The opening scene was a trio of beautiful, silicone-enhanced "sorority sisters" getting ready for a big party ... which involved all sorts of stages of dress and undress, kissing, fondling, licking, and more than their fair share of anal beads, vibrators, and dildos. Including a clear, flexible, double-headed monster onto which the two blondes impaled themselves while the brunette manipulated smaller flared toys in and out of their backdoor holes.

I was rock hard.

Even though I shouldn't have, I simply had to caress my panty-covered cock ... especially when the camera moved in up close to a pair luscious lips locked around an erect nipple. Or when I saw the lipstick marks on the rim of my martini glass. My lipstick marks.

Halfway through the second scene (one of the blondes from the first scene getting impaled by a well-hung fraternity ... well, I guess you'd call him a slut, too) I went and made my third drink and lit the cigarillo. After refreshing my lipstick, of course. Not only was it a little small and a little feminine of a tobacco product, but it was heavily flavored with chocolate.

The next three scenes were combinations of players: Two girls to one boy, three boys to two girls, and one girl who was unlucky enough to be playing all be herself (fortunately she had brought a battery-powered friend with her to the party).

I slipped in and out of attention (there's only so many times I want to see a mammoth cocks pumping in and out of a clean-shaven pussy) but always stayed focused for the opening and closing scenes ... the most erotic, in my perverted opinion. My cock continued to leak precome all over my panties and I continued to revel in being encased in satin from tit to toe.

I did cheat and have a fourth, though half-size, martini during the final scene (in which the three girls from the first scene were back home and strapped on in order to finish off the night ... and each other). Then cleaned up, and headed off to bed. 

Minnie hadn't called and, as horny as I was, I kept my obligation and didn't bring myself off, although I certainly could have quickly. I had a million thoughts running through my mind ... none of them about work. I fell mostly asleep a short while later, with my cock still quite hard.

I didn't wake when Minnie came into the apartment or into our room, although I vaguely heard the shower running. I rolled over, smiling a little when I got tangled in the satin slip, and drifted back into dreamland. 

Minnie climbed into our bed slowly cuddling up next to me, and I awoke to the sweet sensation of her slowly sliding her hand on my leg. I lay there enjoying the touch of her against the silk hose, the smell of her conditioner, heat of her breasts. She slowly worked her way up my leg then caressed the smooth satin over my belly and, eventually, nipples. She pinched them hard and whispered: "Just wanted to make sure you're awake"

I tried to roll over but she stopped me telling me just enjoy. Then her pinky circled the tip of my cock and she laughed: "It seems like not only are you awake, you're already enjoying."

"Most definitely," I agreed.

"Did you make yourself come?"

"No."

"Good, Boy."

She slid her hand down over the satin that was on my ass, then moved it aside and played with the string that had kept its kiss against my hole for the last few hours. She moved it aside and I could feel the pad of her middle finger press against my sensitive anus.

"Mmmmm, I see you shaved everywhere."

"Yes."

"So smooth."

"Feels so good."

She left my ass and grabbed my balls roughly, squeezing about a gallon of precome into my already saturated panties.

"Yes it does."

She playfully bit my neck then rolled me over. She had lit candles all around the room and in the flickering light, I could see that she was wearing a black slip that matched mine and black stockings. As she shifted her weight above me, I briefly caught a glimpse of red thongs covering her sweet pussy and cracking her tight ass.

Minnie settled herself down just below my aching cock and started to rub my nipples through the slip. She was pinching them and I was in awe of her large breasts pressing against her slip, nipples erect and eager for me to touch. I reached up and she stopped my hands: "I said relax and enjoy ... don't make me restrain you."

I smiled and my cock twitched longingly.

She leaned forward and shifted the satin slip aside just enough to take my left nipple into her mouth. She flicked it with her tongue, sucked hard, and then finished with a bite and I was bucking and moaning my delight begging for her to never stop and continue on the other side all at the same time.

Which she did, slipping off of me and beginning to stroke my raging cock with her right hand.

Soon she had wiggled down my body and moved the slip up enough to give her free and easy access to my prick. She made love to me through the panties, with her nails, fingers, tongue and teeth then slipped the elastic waistband over my hard-on and down my legs. I lifted my hips to help undress me and then sighed heavily as she traced her fingers back up my silk-covered legs all the way to my smooth balls. She wrapped both hands around the base of my cock and I saw a little shiver run through her.

"You feel so fucking good ... so hard and so smooth!"

She squeezed and milked a huge drop of precome onto her eager tongue then moved up to kiss me, pushing my salty lubricant past my eager lips and forcing me to swallow.

"Me likey," she whispered and we kissed again, long and passionate. 

In that kiss I wasn't wearing her lingerie and we weren't in our bedroom making mad freaky love ... we were just that kiss.

She broke away and moved back down, sliding satin against satin, stockings against stockings. The sound and feel were wonderful. She placed a perfunctory peck on the tip of my cock, then moved further down to my balls. She licked and nibbled my sack, taking each swollen testicle into her mouth in turn. Then she moved lower, licking the sensitive skin just above my asshole while her eager finger pressed against my bud again.

"Fuck yes!" I said through my heavy panting. Minnie had never touched me like this before and good lord did it feel good.

She pulled a small vibrator from the bed besides me and turned it on low, rubbing it against my stomach and at the base of my prick, covering it with the lake of precome that was collecting there.

Minnie spread my legs further apart and dribbled some saliva onto the small vibrator. As her mouth dropped over my shaft and engulfed it in one deep swallow, she slipped the toy inside me and I screamed. 

She pulled back and took me into her mouth again. I moaned.

She settled her mouth at the tip of my cock, turned the vibrator up to medium, and began to roughly pump my cock up and down.

I warned her I was going to come and there was no stopping it.

Instead of pulling away she pumped me faster and pulled shot after shot of come from me. I was so lost in my orgasm, I didn't notice when she had removed the vibrator from my ass or when she finally pulled off my sensitive cock. I felt her move back up my body and I opened my eyes when she leaned down to gently kiss me.

What a kiss, though. My entire explosion came racing back into my mouth: Hot, thick, salty. I couldn't do anything except swallow and swirl my tongue against hers. Amazingly, I kept consciousness.

I couldn't believe it. I started to tell Minnie how wonderful the movie, the slip, the stockings, the blowjob, the kiss, the whole evening, the whole everything had been. 

"Shhh ... we're not done, yet."

She spread her legs over my head and whispered: "Be a good little boy and return the favor."

Eagerly.

I slipped my tongue into her dripping pussy with enthusiasm. I was desperate to return the favor and started to tongue fuck her for all I was worth. She was so horny that she came with just a few deep thrusts, flooding my mouth with her sweet nectar. I swallowed her juice as eagerly as I had swallowed my own and she came right back down, grinding her smooth lips into my mouth for a second helping.

I played more this time, alternating speed and pressure and depth and soon she came again squeezing her thighs against my head so hard my ears were ringing for what seemed like five minutes after she fell to the side.

We lay there breathing, not saying a word, so deep into each other.

"Thank you," I whispered finally. To be honest, I was starting to become painfully aware of the evening, of being dressed in her underwear, of the lingering taste of my own come in the back of my throat. Painfully aware and a little embarrassed uncomfortable insecure.

"How many times do I have to tell you we're not done yet?" Minnie laughed.

"What else is there to do?" I joked but, at the same time, my cock wasn't soft yet. A fact made even more obvious when Minnie started to play with it lightly.

"You're going to lose your virginity tonight," she finally said.

"Wuh—"

"Shhhh," she whispered.

I shut up and watched as she walked into the closet, stripping her slip off over her head, and letting it fall to the floor. Her fine legs and ass disappeared into the closet and I watched the flickering candlelight on the walls and ceiling still confused, a little afraid, and very much excited.

She came back out wearing one of her silk kimonos but something wasn't quite right. In fact something was wrong. Very wonderfully wrong.

Bouncing in front of her, in an odd syncopation with her pendulous breasts, was a strap on dildo that looked to be about a foot long and three inches wide (it was nowhere near that, of course, and she told me later it was the smallest one she could order).

"What thu—"

"Shh ..." she said. "Best to relax and enjoy."

I tried to get away or at least sit up but she was already kneeling over me, the obscene appendage ominous, one hand on my still-rigid cock, and the other smearing a cool liquid all around my ass.

"I bet in your movie tonight there were girls strapping on dildos much bigger than this one, right?"

"Yes," I replied. 

"And you liked it earlier when I played with your little hole didn't you?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Well, trust me, you're going to enjoy this as well. And so am I. This little toy has two ends, one already inside of me that feels oh so good. And will feel even better once I put the other end inside of you. Right?"

"Yes," I whispered. I was hypnotized by her voice, the candles, her nipples, the satin and silk on both of us.

"Then relax," Minnie whispered and I felt the head of the dildo press against me. 

"Relax and enjoy."

With that she pushed gently past my sphincter and slowly impaled me.

"Oh GOD!" I screamed.

"Does that feel good?" Minnie asked, her breasts heaving under the strain of not fucking me.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes please."

She wiggled her hips, getting used to the fact that she had control over the fake cock inside of her and not wanting to hurt me. But wanting to fuck me at the same time.

Minnie pulled gently out and I reached my hands up to play with her tits. She moaned as I pinched her nipples. She thrust back into me but when I gasped she just pulled out and pounded home again. Not too hard but hard enough to press her clit against the harness and bring another moan from between her parted lips. I looked into her eyes, half-hidden beneath her hair, and saw that she wasn't even with me ... she was lost in the pleasures of her body.

Minnie took a couple more experimental thrusts until she found the right angle at which she could get good pressure on her clit and then she started to grind that angle home. She started stroking my cock and soon I could feel the pressure building from deep within my prostate.

"Oh god!" I said. "I'm gonna come."

"Fuck yeah, Baby," Minnie shouted. "I'm making you come. You're making me come."

"Do it, Baby," I hissed. "Make me come. Come all over me."

She was jerking my cock in rhythm to her grinding into me and suddenly I shot a load from so far inside of me it felt like it started in my toes. I must have exploded three feet in the air, splattering my sticky mess all over my stomach and slip and stockings. I came so hard it hurt but she didn't stop squeezing my cock until her own orgasm was finished.

She slid the dildo slowly out of me and collapsed on top of me, shivering slightly in the aftermath. After a bit she started to play with the still warm come that had pooled on both of us. 

I was afraid she was going to make me taste it again but she just asked: "Well, did your day get any better?"

"Hell yes," I said. "Much better."

"I told you," she said.

"Yes you did," I said. "Now can I say thank you?"

Minnie smiled that sweet smile which made me fall in love with her: Half mischievous, half innocent. "Yes," she said. "But I think we are a long way from done."

"Oh, I hope so," I assured her.



What a Day!



Sarah, getting dressed for work in her lawyer blues, decided life was not over. Just because her husband decided, at 35, that the priesthood was his real calling in life, why should her life be over? She hadn't had intercourse in three months and, while she knew about fellatio and cunnilingus, those experiences were really distant memories.

The priesthood! For the love of Christ, why didn't he just tell her he was gay? Either way, he was telling her she was not enough, that she lacked something. Of course he denied all that, assuring her this life change had nothing to do with her. Sure! Right!

Sarah took a look in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. Not bad at all. California beach blonde from the neck up. Not much from the neck down, but that's the fault of the suit. Without it, an observer would see the body of a very fit 25 year old, 5'7" tall and well proportioned. The observer would never think she was actually 35.

The suit. What to do with the suit? No court appearances. No client meetings. And it was Friday. Sarah's law firm had no dress policy. Her eight partners--seven men and Beth--always dressed professionally. Over time, though, the men had shifted from suits to slacks and jackets to, from time to time, "nice casual." Sarah and Beth had not, however, made the shift. Sarah always thought that, as a woman, her life did not include dressing "nice casual" in a law office.

"What the hell," Sarah said out loud to the mirror as she quickly began undressing. "It's not like anyone can fire me." Off came the jacket, skirt, blouse and pantyhose. Through the closet Sarah cruised, finding an "above the knee" skirt which matched up well with a black silk T-shirt. On came the new clothes (sans hose) and sandals. "Lookin' good," Sarah said, wondering what had possessed her to change her clothes and start talking to herself.

* * *

In her Range Rover, Sarah decided to treat herself to a latte. She'd stopped going to Starbucks, deciding she should watch the bucks. Arriving, she found a parade of large boxes on wheels, none of which, she felt certain, transported more than one person or anything "off road." Oh well, she thought, 20 years ago it was little Beemers. Everyone must conform! 

Walking in, Sarah saw her old counter boy. Barista? Whatever, he hadn't changed a bit. 22, if he was a day, about 6' and loaded with physique and charm. "Will he remember me," she wondered, "and why do I care." 

"Venti skim latte, ½ caff, very hot, right?"

"Huh," she said.

"Your order, Sarah."

He knows my name. And my order. God, was I that good a customer?

"Sure, that's it," she said. "But how did you remember. I'll bet I haven't been here in six months."

"And why's that?"

We're having a conversation, she thought. Why? And what about the line behind me? Reflexively, she glanced behind her. No one was there.

"I've been out of town a lot," she mumbled, embarrassed to admit that she'd been trying to save a few bucks. "God," she said to herself, "get a grip. You're a lawyer. People pay you $250 an hour and you're nervous in a conversation with a punk kid who, if he wasn't selling coffee, would be scooping ice cream or bagging fries."

Sarah paid and stood around, looking at merchandise that interested her not at all.

"Here's your latte, Sarah. Do you live nearby?"

"Yes," she answered automatically. "Why?"

"I thought I'd call you sometime. Maybe we could catch some tunes or something. Shake it a bit."

"No, I don't think so," she said, grabbing the latte and barely avoiding a man who had walked up behind her.

Out the door. To the Rover. "Where are my fucking keys? Where are my fucking keys?" Sarah could not figure out why she was so distressed, but knew she needed to get a grip on her emotions.

* * *

Arriving at her office, Sarah stopped at the reception desk to check for mail and messages. Old habits die hard, she thought, as mail now gets delivered to her office and messages get left on voice mail.

The stop did, however, provide opportunities for a client in the lobby, the office runner and the receptionist. In differing ways, they all let her know she was noticed.

The client, a man she recognized but had not met, was a local power broker. Rich. Big, in the way that powerful men are big without being fat. Fit, for a man of about 60. Well cared for. And unmarried, a fact she knew because her office had handled his divorce.

Bob Falham looked her over, top to bottom, liked he owned her. Nothing, from the rapidly developing goose bumps on her legs and arms to the nipple erections, seemed to escape his notice. When he got done looking at her he looked away, returning to his magazine and quietly moving his hand to his crotch to make a minor (major?) anatomy adjustment.

Jeffrey was the office boy. Good looking and buff, he had the brain of a gnat and an attention span of no measurable length. Sarah had been begging the office manager to fire him.

Jeffrey lacked Mr. Falham's finesse. He said, in a too loud voice, "Wow, Sarah," causing Sarah's face to blush deeply, the skin to remain goose bumpy and her nipples to grow larger and harder.

Helen, the receptionist, watched the scene unfold over the 15 or 20 seconds, curious about what Sarah was going to do. Helen, in her early 40s, was the picture of frosted elegance. Perfect hair, makeup and a summer weight suit. No casual attire for her. 

As Sarah moved away from the reception desk, Helen beckoned her back. "We need to talk," she whispered in Sarah's left ear. "Buzz me."

Sarah walked toward her office, briefcase in hand, puzzling out the lobby situation. Did Mr. Falham really adjust his penis, and was it because of me, she wondered. Why did Jeffrey, the airhead who probably did it upside down with 105 pound blonde cheerleaders dumber than himself, find her attractive enough to make a scene when, usually, he ran away from her, fearing for his job? And what does Helen want?

Settling into her office, Sarah felt damp. Her forehead felt wet and, more important than that, her privates were not "clean and dry." She knew she'd showered, dried off well and powdered herself. So why the wetness?

Sarah did not get much time to think about the matter, as Tom Faust (her partner/mentor) walked in, followed by Bob Falham. 

"Sarah, you know Bob, don't you."

"No, I don't think we've met, but I know a lot about you, all of it good, welcome, please sit down," Sarah said in a rush of syllables, knowing her body was heading into goose bump/blush/nipple erection mode.

The men sat down, Tom trying to figure out what he was missing and Bob looking bemused. Bob took the lead.

"Sarah, I know we haven't met, but Tom's always said great things about your work. I've got some litigation that needs handling and I'm tired of paying Bauer, Shearson prices. Interested?"

Sarah regrouped, stifling the "huh" that almost escaped her lips and said "sure" with all the enthusiasm she could muster. Suddenly, she realized the dampness between her thighs had returned. Damn, what a day.

Bob looked at her and said, very pointedly, that he hoped she would have time to focus on the work. Then he winked at her and suggested they get acquainted over lunch.

Sarah, still in a trance, said "sure" and got out of her chair and moved toward her purse. Bob, laughing, looked at his watch and asked her if she often ate lunch at 9:15 in the morning.

Sarah blushed very deeply and, with that, said "whenever." Bob said he'd call, Tom shook his head and the men left.

Sarah moved toward the door, locked it and flopped down in her chair. Totally exhausted, she looked at her watch and noted the fact that it was only 9:16 a.m. "God," she mumbled, "I'm ready for bed and I just woke up."

Sarah's immediate concern was the dampness. Pulling up her skirt, she examined her bikinis. They reeked of vaginal discharges. Gawd, she thought, do I reek! 

Sarah was a strong, assertive woman. She knew she needed to gain control over herself. Relying on her lawyer training, she mentally removed herself from her emotional state and evaluated her situation. "Assess. Re-assess. Act." That was her mantra.

Sarah got up, unlocked the door and walked back to her desk. Sitting down, she hit her intercom button.

"Zoe, please get in here right away."

Zoe, Sarah's devoted assistant, ran in. "What's up," she asked.

"It's my time, and I screwed up this morning. Can you dash over to Macy's and buy me some panties before I make a real mess of thing?"

"What style," she inquired, knowing Sarah's size. "Briefs."

"No, ah, ah, see if you can find a thong. It's, ah, it's this skirt I'm wearing. If I wear briefs I'll show."

"Back in a jiff," Zoe promised.

* * *

Sarah got down to work, leaving her feelings behind. In a half hour she'd gone through her mail and her e-mail, billing almost two hours worth of "receipt and reviews." The knock on the door startled her.

"I'm back," said Zoe. "I hope these are O.K."

Sarah barely looked up, feeling the blush and the goose pimples. "Just leave them on the chair. Thanks, and I'll pay you back before lunch. Oh, and please close the door. Thanks again."

* * *

As soon as the door closed Sarah was removing her briefs with her left hand and grabbing for the Macy's bag with her right one.

The thong was black satin, sexier than anything else she owned and not what she'd expected from Zoe. 

Pulling on the thong, Sarah realized she'd hardly solved her problem. She was as wet as she'd been, just from having removed a pair of panties in her office and from seeing and feeling the new thong. 

"Assess. Re-assess. Act."

She quickly removed the thong and placed it, along with the stained briefs, in her bottom desk drawer, behind the box of leftover holiday cards from last year. She grabbed some tissues, dried her crotch and sat down, placing some uncrumpled tissues under her crotch. She reminded herself not to get up from her seat without achieving a permanent solution for her situation.

* * *

Sarah worked, solidly, for an hour and a half or so. Happy with her progress and her morning's production--4.75 billable hours between 9:15 and 11:45--she had just started thinking about where she should get take-out from when her phone rang.

"Sarah, Bob Falham. Are we meeting for lunch?"

Sarah paused, gathering her thoughts as she felt the flush, the goose bumps and the hardening nipples. Ready to say yes, Sarah asked Bob when and where. When he told her he could meet her in ten minutes and take her to the Downtown Club (in the next high-rise), she "heard" her mantra and suggested that they meet at 12:45, in about an hour. Bob agreed, and they ended the call. 

Sarah needed the hour to get ready for her luncheon meeting. She didn't plan to study up on her client, although she knew that would be a good idea. She didn't plan to do any other work, although she knew the meeting could swallow up a chunk of the afternoon and that she had some work she ought to get done before she went home.

Her mantra did not tell Sarah she should act like a lawyer. Instead, her mantra told her she'd better have an orgasm before she left for lunch, or she'd make a fool of herself at the Downtown Club!

* * *

Sarah debated her choices. A stall in the ladies room seemed very tacky, and not so very private. Her office--with a locked door and a depressed DND button on her phone--would be more private, unless someone heard her. 

Suddenly, Sarah saw the solution to her problem. The firm's war room--where trial preparation occurred--had a lock on the door and, more importantly, a lock on the closet door. She did not think anyone would wander in during the noon hour and she was very experienced in the art of manual self-stimulation. This would work!

Pleased with herself for finding a solution so quickly, Sarah grabbed more tissues--she'd better get a new box, she thought--and headed for the war room. Entering, she closed and locked the door, opened the closet door, stepped inside and locked the door.

The closet was dark, and barely large enough for one person. Perfect (so long as no one dropped by).

Sarah quickly unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Reaching down to remove her panties, she realized she wasn't wearing any. Suddenly, she remembered her mental note: deal with the tissues keeping her crotch dry while she worked.

"Oh God," she mumbled, realizing what she must have left behind when she got out of her seat to come here. Then, in an uncontrollable way, she started giggling as she thought about the silent double entendre. "Come here/cum here." This was just too much.

Stifling her giggles with her left hand, Sarah started diddling with her right hand. Soaked and sticky, she was thoroughly enjoying her place in the universe, even if it was only three feet square and very dark.

Soon, Sarah's left hand left her mouth and joined her right one. Right hand on her clitoris, left hand in her vagina, she stroked and plunged. She knew she should hurry, but she was enjoying herself too much! The clock and getting caught were not issues on her radar screen.

* * *

"Knock, knock. Anybody here?"

Helen, the receptionist, had just entered the war room. A 2:00 meeting was scheduled and she liked to make sure the room was ready for its occupants.

* * *

Sarah's arms stopped in mid-stroke/plunge, as she heard Helen's voice. Thank god, she thought, it's only Helen.

Using her voice to mask the rustling of her skirt and the sound of the zipper, Sarah called out to Helen that she'd been looking for a looseleaf binder in the closet and gotten locked in. By the time Helen got to the door and opened it Sarah was properly dressed again (albeit without panties), and hoping Helen wouldn't notice the odor or her very frazzled demeanor.

Accustomed to taking the offensive, Sarah asked Helen to have someone check the lock on the door right away. She also told Helen someone ought to check on the cooling system in the office, as the closet was very warm.

* * *

As Helen watched Sarah's lovely ass leave the room, she noted the absence of the panty line she'd seen when Sarah left the lobby earlier in the day. She wondered what had really been going on in the closet.

* * *

Sarah walked back to her office and, as she entered, she glanced at her watch. 12:25. Not quite time to go.

As Sarah sat down at her desk, her phone rang. Unthinkingly, she picked it up.

"Sarah, Ben Davis here."

Ben Davis. Pompous young fart. Never does what he says he will do and assumes, just because he has good manners, that rules don't apply to him.

"Where's your disclosure statement, Ben?" The disclosure statement that should have been received at least 45 days ago. The disclosure statement that, most recently, the court said she must have by last Friday.

"That's what I'm calling about, Sarah. My client had an emergency and can't get me what I need for another couple of weeks."

"No."

"No," said Ben. "That's it. Just no."

"No. Not just no. No and goodbye, Ben!"

* * *

Sarah hung up as Ben blathered on. Without glancing at her watch (or, for that matter, seeing the damp wad of tissues near her desk), she grabbed her purse and headed for the elevator.

Sarah arrived at the Downtown Club at 12:40. Bob Falham was waiting for her in the elevator lobby. As she got off the elevator he greeted her and asked her if she'd like a drink before lunch.

Lawyers--lawyers who work for a living and work all day--don't drink at lunchtime. When they do, the day ends early and "billables" goals are not met.

"A martini would be great," Sarah said, wondering who had just spoken those words.

"Good," Bob responded. "We'll have a drink and I'll fill you in on what I need. That way we can enjoy lunch."

* * *

While Sarah and Bob were discussing the litigation--a very good piece of commercial litigation that could keep Sarah busy, on and off, for more than a year--Jeffrey was doing the afternoon office clean-up. The firm had found, over the years, that mornings and the noon hour tended to generate a lot of trash. Lawyers eating breakfast and lunch in their offices and throwing the residue in the trash had taken something away from the firm's carefully, and expensively, acquired ambiance.

Walking into Sarah's office, Jeffrey awakened from his walking slumber. Moving toward her desk he thought: God, I'd like to fuck her.

Grabbing the trash can, Jeffrey removed the plastic bag and mindlessly opened the extra bag the cleaning crew had left in the bottom of the can. As he walked away his eyes focused on the paper on the floor. Reaching down to pick it up--something he wouldn't have bothered doing in any other office--the scent hit him. Pussy!

What in the world, Jeffrey thought. Did Sarah get off right here in this office? Why didn't she throw the tissues in the trash? What's going on?

* * *

Sarah was ready for a third martini when Bob suggested wine with lunch. That sounds nice, Sarah thought, responding with a "hmmm." Sarah thought she was handling herself well, and the client seemed to be happy with her. Besides, they had finished the discussion about the case, so her brain cylinders did not need to be on full alert anymore. 

* * *

Bob was also enjoying himself. He knew he shouldn't be drinking at lunch, as his doctor had told him to reduce his intake of alcohol, exercise more and go on a diet. Of course, his doctor also told him to reduce his stress level, and he was certainly feeling better about the lawsuit. In fact, but for how he was feeling about his doctor and his doctor's advice, he was feeling damn good!

* * *

Sarah and Bob ordered and continued their chat. Bob, getting comfortable, asked Sarah why she didn't wear her wedding ring.

"I'm not married anymore," said Sarah.

"So you must have abandoned the poor guy?"

"No, actually. He abandoned me."

"Was he nuts? Who'd he leave you for?"

"The Pope. He's becoming a priest."

Bob started laughing. Louder and louder. Sarah joined in, thinking, even as she lost control, that she was glad that the dining room had emptied out, and that she and Bob were in a small alcove.

When Bob gained control, he noted several things about Sarah. First, her face was cardinal red. Second, she had very large, very erect nipples. Third, she seemed to be uncomfortable in her chair, as though she had an itch. God, I'd like to fuck her, he thought.

***

Sarah and Bob laughed their way through lunch and a great Cab. Leaving the Downtown Club Bob asked if he could see Sarah again. Through the fuzziness in her brain she remembered her essence: I'm a lawyer! With that she recognized just how much she had compromised herself. Just as quickly she noted the fact that she hadn't done anything.

"Lunch was great. Thanks. Have your office send over the file and, once I review it, we should meet." As Sarah finished her little speech she stuck her right hand out and waited for Bob to shake it.

Bob, dumbfounded and wondering what he'd done to elicit such a cold and businesslike reaction, did not grab Sarah's hand quickly. When he reached for it it had already been withdrawn and Sarah was turning away from him in the direction of her office.

***

Sarah arrived back at the firm. She was in a daze, realizing how close she'd come to going somewhere and fucking a client's brains out. A client! She knew the ethical rule about not sleeping with clients backwards and forwards, and also knew how close she'd come to breaking it. 

Walking directly to her office Sarah didn't even notice Helen leave her desk and follow along. As she sat down in her chair and sighed, Sarah saw Helen standing in the doorway.

"What," said Sarah, sounding to herself like a 12 year old who knew she'd been caught and thought "brazen" was the safest attitude.





What a Day!



"We need to talk."

"About what"

"The closet in the war room."

Sarah turned beet red. "Wh- what about it?"

"I know what you were doing in there."

"Huh. When?" Sarah brained was fuzzy from the booze. God, how much had she had to drink? And in the middle of the day.

"Oh, right," Sarah mumbled, her mind bringing her back to her beating off session. "Please get someone to order more pens. I couldn't find the fine points in blue."

"Here's my address, Sarah," said Helen, moving over to the desk and dropping a slip of paper on it. "I'll see you at seven tonight. Slip into something comfortable before you come over."

With that, Helen turned and sashayed out of the room, swinging her perfect butt with each step.

*** 

Sarah sat down, stunned. Was Helen making a pass at her? Helen was a woman. She didn't do the whole "lezzie" thing. And where did Helen get off, being so assertive and bossy?

On the other hand, Helen was a very attractive woman. The "bossy" thing probably related to the closet, and what she'd been doing in there. How stupid! How totally fucking stupid!

***

Seven o'clock found Sarah pulling up to an apartment building at 7407 E. 35th St. Nice building, she thought.

Sarah had gone home early, just after the conversation with Helen. She'd managed to avoid contact with anyone else in the office, and also managed not to come in contact with any law enforcement personnel on the drive home. An hour--30 minutes more than usual--on the exercycle, plus a very cold shower, had cleared her head.

Sarah was wearing a cotton skirt and a t-shirt. She was also wearing the new thong that Zoe had bought her.

Locking her car and walking toward the building, Sarah could herself getting damp. Jesus Christ, she thought, am I really going to get it on with Helen?

***

Helen watched Sarah approaching. She was wearing a silk dress and nothing else. No shoes. No bra. No panties. She, too, was creaming, but she had no doubt about what was about to happen.

Checking the lighting, Helen walked toward the door, planning to open it just before Sarah rang the bell. She succeeded and, as the door opened, she took Sarah in with her eyes and her nose. What a sight! Her eyes looked like they would pop out of her head with excitement. Her nipples were pushing through her t-shirt. And her scent confirmed for Helen that Sarah was very, very ready.

***

Sarah took in her hostess with her eyes. She knew, without doubt, why she was here. And ready she was. All of the morning and early afternoon's frustrations welled up inside her as though they were fighting to escape. She knew she was primed for a massive orgasm, and that it could come quickly.

Helen reached for Sarah, expecting to give her a polite but friendly hug. She certainly didn't expect Sarah's fervor and wasn't ready, not at all, for the right hand that grabbed the zipper, pulled it down and, with help from Sarah's left hand, pushed the silk dress off her shoulders. Or the right foot that kicked the front door closed.

Helen regrouped quickly, pulling Sarah's face toward hers and kissing her firmly on the lips. Mouths opened and tongues quickly explored. In the meantime, Sarah pulled her body away enough to slide Helen's dress off her arms, revealing her breasts. Sarah quickly moved her lips off Helen's, rapidly moving down her neck to her nipples, taking each one into her mouth and sucking it with her tongue and her front teeth.

Helen was beside herself. She was sure Sarah had never been with a woman. She'd been prepared to seduce Sarah and, if necessary, blackmail her with what she'd seen and surmised during Sarah's office escapades. Now, this novice had her flabbergasted and ready to be taken!

Sarah was so caught up in how easy it was to fuck a woman that she didn't give any thought to the fact that Helen was supposed to be seducing her. She was still fully dressed, but felt like she could come on a moment's notice. And was she ready!

Sarah dropped to her knees, pulling Helen's dress off her hips and her ass. Wow, no hair: I've never seen a naked pussy. Or a distended clit. And I've never smelled anything so erotic. Sarah leaned in and it hit her. I'm about to stick my tongue where it's never been before. After hesitating for just long enough to convince Helen she really was a pussy virgin, Sarah started licking. She tried Helen's pussy first, not able to resist the odor and taste. Up from the bottom, almost to the clit. Cool! Sarah was so taken with her novel experience that she couldn't keep a smile from breaking across her face. 

Helen saw the smile. This was too much fun! Miss Priss, the perfect lawyer, likes cunt. Can you imagine?

Helen bent down, pulling Sarah up to a standing position and, once again, gave her a kiss. This time, however, the kiss was very gentle and slow. When Helen broke away she moved her lips to Sarah's left ear and whispered, "fun, isn't it?" Sarah could only nod, ready to be taken.

***

Helen gently moved Sarah over to the sofa and laid her down, half on and half off. As Helen started removing Sarah's skirt, she started whispering in her ear. Sarah had always wondered about sweet nothings, and now she knew what they were. For the first time in her life it seemed like she knew what "bliss"meant.

With Sarah's skirt off, Helen got to work on her Sarah's thong. Wet as it was, she saw dry moisture stains, telling her Sarah had been aroused in these panties. How erotic not to have changed her underwear, Helen thought.

Helen began nipping at the thong with her teeth and lips, enjoying the way in which Sarah bounced around. Keeping at it, she used her left arm to lift Sarah's legs onto the sofa, laying her out flat.

Helen thought Sarah was ready to come, without even having her clit touched. She stopped for a moment, wanting for Sarah to beg. Just as she started to move her lips down to the thong, Helen heard voices outside her door. Male voices.

Sarah was lost to the world for the moment, wondering why Helen had stopped. She opened her eyes, taking in Helen turning toward the door, the noise of a key in the door lock and voices. Male voices. Boisterous male voices.

"Dude, wait right here, I'll just be a second," said Jeffrey as he pushed open the door.

"Get out, get out, I told you not to be here tonight, didn't I," screamed Helen. "You're supposed to be out of here."

"Sorry, but I forgot my ID." Jeffrey stopped talking as he took in the scene. His lover and co-worker was nakie, with her silk dress in a pile on the floor. A woman who looked just like sugar tits from work was lying on the--whoa, hold the fuckin' phone!

"Dude, come on in, you won't believe this."

A tall, well built guy walked in, quickly looking at Helen trying to cover her tits and pussy and glancing over at the sofa. Was it, he asked himself. Yes it was. Sarah from Starbucks!

Sarah took everything in quickly. Jeffrey, the brain of a gnat, utterly worthless Jeffrey, had a key to Helen's apartment and had left his ID in the place. "Dude" was her barista, a friend of Jeffrey's and a guy who looked away from Helen to give her a look see.

"Shit shit shit. What the fuck am I doing here?"

Helen was walking over to her dress, ready to reach down, pick it up and put it on, when Barista Boy said, "Sarah, I don't know why you're here, but we did talk about getting together tonight."

"We didn't. You did. And I don't fuck on first dates."

"You don't," said Jeffrey. "So how long have you and Helen been dating, huh?"

"Shut up, Jeffrey. Haven't you done enough damage already?"

"No, Helen. Sarah and Brad know each other, you're now dressed and Sarah's wearing more than she would be wearing at the beach. What's the problem?"

"I need to come," Sarah hollered. "That's the fucking problem."

***

Sarah didn't know the person who'd just spoken. She did know, though, that someone had better get to work on her clit and her pussy!

***

Brad moved over to the sofa and sat on its edge, next to Sarah. He leaned down and said, "Are you sure you want to do this?" Sarah looked at him and said, slowly and carefully, "I think so. Are you willing?"

Brad's answer came in the form of his head moving down to her crotch, while he also moved his body onto the floor. Sarah, at the same time, was lifting her hips and sliding her thong down her legs.

Brad lent a hand as his tongue slithered out of his mouth, circling the area just above Sarah's clit. Light touches had her bouncing up and down, involuntarily. as she let her legs stretch out again. Goose bumps arrived quickly and she could feel her orgasm approaching. God, she wanted this.

Brad could feel her body quickening. He decided to ignore her clit, knowing she'd come very soon, and that he'd get more than another chance or two. He used his lips to dance around, getting ever closer to her clit without quite getting there.

Sarah suddenly snapped. Her body went rigid and numb. Toes and feet first. Then her calves. Then her thighs. She started screaming, "YES, YES, YES!!!. OH GOD YES. 

Brad backed off a bit, knowing Sarah would want her space as she came down. He did, however, maintain contact, wanting her to know he was with her.

***

Helen and Jeffrey had been observing their "boss" in action. For both of them, the night presented lots of possibilities. Helen had had three ways before, but never with two men, and never with Jeffrey. Jeffrey had wondered about Helen's interest in women, but hadn't ever had any proof. 

Helen and Jeffrey had first hooked up about a month ago. He'd been carrying on about a weekend escapade--which was truly a figment of his imagination--with the other runner one day when Helen walked into the mail room. The other runner took off as Jeffrey blushed deeply, giving Helen an inkling that bullshit was a primary component in his brain.

"Gee, your weekend sounds a lot better than mine was."

"Uh, uh, well, it was fun and all that."

Helen leaned in, to make sure no one overheard her, as she asked Jeffrey to bring his 11 inches around sometime and introduce it to a real woman.

Jeffrey stammered and mumbled as Helen got her coffee and returned to the reception station.

About an hour later, Jeffrey wandered by and asked Helen for her address. Helen gave it to him on a yellow sticky, but told him if he wasn't bringing 11 inches, he shouldn't bother coming around.

Helen sat up until about 10:30 that evening, hoping the doorbell might ring. It didn't. The next morning she woke up and, when she stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air, she saw an envelope taped to her door. Opening it, she saw the yellow sticky with her address, together with a written question: "Will 7.5 inches get me in?"

Jeffrey moved in about a week later. ***

Helen and Jeffrey took in what they had just witnessed. Sarah from work, the boss lady who seemed like a beautiful bitch on wheels, had just had a major orgasm--very, very quickly--on Helen's couch.

Helen reached for Jeffrey, pulling him close, and said, "before you get any of that, don't forget who feeds you." Jeffrey, pausing to compute the meaning of Helen's comment and moved his lips to hers as she pulled her dress down and stepped out of it.

***

Sarah, coming down from the badly needed orgasm, was delighted to feel Brad's presence. At the same time, though, she was disappointed to find him still dressed.

"I need you," she said. "I need you everywhere. Let's get moving." 

With that directive--Brad may have been going places in life, well beyond Barista-land, but he knew how to follow directions from authority figures--Brad stood up and stripped. T-shirt. Shoes. Blue jeans. Done.

Sarah was delighted. She looked at Brad's more than adequate cock and tried to decide where she wanted it first. Pleasuring a man orally--no, sucking cock--was something she never thought she'd mastered. Hand jobs are fine, but they're always what she settled for with he ex. Fucking she knew how to do, but it always tended to be the end game, and she was just getting started. And then, of course, she had said "I need you everywhere." With that, her anus puckered involuntarily. Would she? Could she? She never had, but then she'd never shown her body in front of more than one person at a time, and she'd certainly never come in front of three others.

***

Jeffrey's cock was in Helen's mouth. She was on her knees, but had her eyes focused on Sarah and Brad. Glancing up at Jeffrey quickly, she saw his eyes focused on the same sight. 

***

Sarah started licking Brad's cock, feeling like it was summer and she had an everlasting ice cream cone, and a non-fattening one at that. Feeling very successful, she started to nip gently at the end of the cock. Yummy, she thought. 

Soon, Sarah focused on the awkwardness of her lying on the couch, with Brad sitting on the edge of the couch, balancing half of his ass next to her tits, which were still covered by her T-shirt.

"Just a minute. We can do this better."

Sarah sat up, yanked her shirt over her head and pushed herself off the couch.

"Lie down," she told Brad.

Sarah got back to her task, with pleasure, once Brad was flat on his back. Kneeling next to him, she decided she'd be more comfortable on his chest. She kept her mouth in contact with his cock, swinging herself up and onto his chest.

***

Brad was enjoying himself immensely. The plan with Jeffrey had involved a few beers and, perhaps, a pickup. It certainly didn't involve Sarah, and it absolutely didn't have the potential for a four way.

***

As Sarah went to work on Brad from her new position, Brad got moving, as well. Gently, he pulled Sarah's ass back toward him. As she scooted up his chest toward his face, she maintained her suction action his cock. 

Brad had Sarah right where he wanted her, and went to work. A long lick, from the bottom of her pussy to just below her clit, had her squirming again. A little flutter action with the tip of his tongue, just below her magic button, had her legs all goose bumpy. Circling around her clit, clockwise, had her so jumpy she was bouncing up and down on his chest. This he liked, so he kept it up.

***

Sarah was ecstatic. She hadn't had so much fun in a very long time. Nah, she thought, ever!!!

Sarah redoubled her efforts, wanting to make Brad come so she could swallow. That was another thing she'd never tried, and she'd pretty much decided this would be a night for firsts. Giving a stranger a blow job: first time since college. 69 action with anyone: same. Sex with others in the room: first time ever. 

***

Brad was definitely getting somewhere. Gently blowing on Sarah's clit was working well, but for a real turn on he'd discovered her pleasure in being finger fucked. One finger first, feeling her all juiced up, had her in a "close to coming" state. Brad knew the coup de grace would involve Sarah's ass. He knew it because playing with a girl's ass had never failed him before! His only issue was finger or tongue. He decided to slow things down, so he moved his tongue away from Sarah's clit, leaving his finger to probe the top of her vagina, looking for her g-spot.

***

Sarah's body stopped with a start. What happened to the tongue? Where did it go? And why did it go anywhere?

Looking around Sarah saw Helen and Jeffrey. Helen was bent over a chair, with her big tits mashed against the cushion and her pussy and ass totally exposed. Jeffrey had a really big cock, and he was about to enter Helen from behind. The only question in Sarah's mind was where that cock would go.

Sarah looked back at Brad, as she told him to get his tongue back on her clit. "I need to cum, and I need to cum now. Get at it!" 

Brad got back to business promptly, and soon had Sarah bouncing up and down on the couch as her orgasm approached.

***

As Brad moved back into position, Jeffrey pushed his cock into Helen's cunt. "Not so fast," she screamed. "It hurts."

Jeffrey pulled out slowly and pushed in again. Within moments he and Helen had developed a rhythm. Moments later, turned on beyond his wildest imagination, Jeffrey stopped, said "shit," and began cumming inside Helen.

***

Sarah and Jeffrey were content, having both reached the pinnacle. Helen was frustrated, as she'd wanted a piece of Sarah and, having watched her in action, felt like she'd really missed out. Brad, still waiting for his orgasm, was just happy to be present, having only expected to be out for a few beers and some laughs with Jeffrey.

Helen, as the oldest person in the room took charge. 

"This is my house and it's my party. These two cocks, and I mean that literally and figuratively, crashed my party. Now, it's my party and I'm going to have it go the way I want it to. That means Sarah gets me off, however she wants, and I do to her what I want. That was my plan, and it's still my plan, unless Sarah says no. Brad and Jeffrey, you watch, unless you want each other or we need you, and we'll let you know about that. OK, Sarah?"

"Whatever you say boss," Sarah said, and started giggling, as she realized she was not the boss here.

***

Helen came over to the couch, pulled Sarah up and started kissing her neck, gently and quickly. Sarah responded, grabbing Helen's ass and pulling her close. The women were going at it as if time was short and getting off was the highest priority.

Sarah pushed Helen onto the floor, on her back, and started stroking her right foot with one hand, as her other hand danced up Helen's left leg toward her pussy. Helen was squirming, telling Sarah with her body movements to hurry up. 

Sarah slowed down as Helen urged her on. Instead of moving to the inside of Helen's left thigh she scooted her body between Helen's legs, sliding her hand up Helen's left side until she reached her left tit. Once she was there, she roughly flicked at the hard nipple, watching it bounce around and laughing at Helen's reaction.

"The boss lady isn't in control, huh?"

Helen gave her the finger and told her she'd better get down to it. Sarah laughed again. "I'll show you who's the boss," she said.

"Says you," Helen responded. She scrambled up onto her feet and said she'd be right back.

***

The boys watched Helen leave, wondering what was going on. Jeffrey decided to take advantage of the situation and moved toward Sarah. 

"Nothing doing, Jeffrey," Sarah responded. "You'll take your instructions from Helen."

With that, Helen returned. In her right hand was a strap-on, and her left hand held a bottle of Astro-Glide and some condoms.

"Hey lawyer lady, I'll bet you've never been fucked by a dyke, huh. Or in the ass"

With that, Sarah knew she'd pushed this situation pretty far. She didn't know exactly what was coming, but she knew Helen had just raised the ante to its highest limit. She also knew, from the warmth and the wetness in her crotch, that she was ready.

***

"Alright everyone, here's how this works. I get the boss bitch's pussy. One or both of you gets her ass. Condoms are on the table. Use them, and, by the way, I go first."

With that, Helen put the strap-on in place and moved toward Sarah. Sarah kept her mouth shut, but had a hard time holding back the giggles. This 40+ fox, with great tits and frosted hair was moving toward her with a rubber cock in front of her. Who wouldn't laugh, she thought.

Sarah stood up to meet Helen and the cock. As she did, Helen moved forward, her right hand moving toward Sarah's cunt, ready to test her readiness. The ladies came together, with the cock moving between Sarah's legs, as they embraced and started kissing as though an egg timer was about to ring, demanding that they separate. 

Helen's hand never reached its destination. Instead, she pulled her lower body away, redirected the dildo and entered Sarah.

***

Brad, watching the fucking, decided it was time to come. Playing against expectations, however, he decided to fuck Helen's ass. He was pretty sure he'd connected with Sarah, and would get another chance with her. Fucking a woman who was fucking a woman was something new, and he wanted to try.




What a Day!



Brad slid on a condom, lubed his dick and moved behind Helen. She tensed up and stopped fucking Sarah, expecting Brad to enter her. Instead, Brad knelt down, grabbed her butt cheeks and separated, moving in for a lick. This turn of events totally surprised Helen, as no one had ever licked her butthole.

Brad held on, got himself comfortable, and went to town on Helen's ass. She, in return, started gyrating and, with her movement, started moving inside Sarah. Sarah, watching and getting excited, knew a dildo in her pussy wouldn't cause her to come--she'd never had an orgasm while being fucked--and, so, reached down and started playing the circle game with her clitoris. Clockwise 3x. Counterclockwise 3x. Repeat.

Within moments the two ladies were coming, and Brad was definitely ready to fuck something. Waiting for a few moments until Helen came down from her orgasm, he took her hand and led her to the couch. Leaning her over the back of it, he slipped his dick in her pussy, pumped in and out a few times, pulled out and gently entered her ass.

Screaming, Helen started to play with herself. Sarah hurried over, knowing she wanted to suck this bitch to an orgasm. Crouching between Helen and the couch, she unsnapped the stupid strap-on--god it was a dumb looking thing--and pressed the tip of her tongue against Helen's clit. As she did, Brad pulled away. He was smart enough to know what Helen wanted, and he didn't want to be a distraction. 

Helen was ecstatic. The dirty, smelly boys had certainly livened up the party, but what she wanted from the evening she was finally getting. She had certainly enjoyed having Brad lick her butt, and nothing was quite as memorable as a big cock entering her asshole. Nevertheless, she was getting what she wanted, and this Sarah bitch was a natural pussylicker!

Feeling like a veteran--after all, she had licked and sucked for a good ten seconds when she had arrived at Helen's--Sarah poked, sucked, nibbled, bit and just about anything else she could think of with her lips, tongue and teeth. Knowing what she enjoyed, she also got a bit rough with Helen's nipples, pulling them away from her breasts and pushing them in different directions, watching them bounce back.

At one point Sarah's tongue entered Helen's cunt. Moist as it was, she noticed a different taste and quickly realized she was tasting Helen and Jeffrey. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all. Sort of salty and tangy, all at once. 

Helen tried hard to hold off on her orgasm, as she was enjoying Sarah's production too much. The orgasm, however, was on its way. "SHIT. OH MY GOD. STOP. DON'T STOP, YOU CUNT, KEEP LICKING!!! KEEP LICKING, KEEP LICKING, KEEP LICKING. SHOVE SOMETHING IN MY ASS. NOW! OH, OH, OH. YES!!!

Sarah was in shock. This was not her vocabulary. It most certainly wasn't. Then again, she thought, a foursome, sucking a co-worker's cunt and the likelihood that Brad, poor Brad, was going to finally come inside her was hardly what she had known before this evening.

***

Brad took in the situation. Helen was spent. Jeffrey was recovered and hard again, looking for a place to come. Sarah looked pensive but excited. Sarah it would be. But where?

***

Sarah was ready for Brad. 

"In my ass, dear boy, in my ass!"

Brad moved toward Sarah, realizing as his cock led the way that he needed a clean condom. Surely Sarah did not want him mixing Helen's bacterium with hers.

Brad turned, causing Sarah to ask, "what's the problem?"

Brad explained. Sarah smiled and wondered if almost a decade and a half of age difference really mattered? Or, as her mind processed the notion, could she have a long term relationship with a 22 year old?

The End.



What a Day!



One day I bring you home to my place and introduce you to my friend Liz. She has just showered and still has a little water dripping off her hair and down her chest and into her gown. We sit down on the couch and chat for a bit while Liz goes and gets ready in the bathroom. While she is in the bathroom, I tell you all about the day me and Liz had together.

In the morning she came to my house and dropped off her gear and we went into the local mall to do a little shopping. While we were in there we bumped into Liz's friend from work. His name was Matt and he was a very nice looking guy with big muscled arms. We all decide to go and see a movie together while we were there.

The movie we picked was an old one and when we walked into the theatre there was only about 5 other people in there, all sitting around the middle. We went up to the back seats and started watching. I sat on one side of Matt while Liz sat on the other. Half way through I figured why there was no one in the theatre, it was crap! So I reached down and started rubbing my clit through my panties.

A minute later, Matt looked down and realized exactly what I was doing (maybe it was when I started moaning) he leaned over and whispered something to Liz. Liz leaned forward and looked at me with a big grin on her face. She got off her seat and came over to me, lifting my skirt up very quickly and she knelt down on the floor. She instantly put her face in between my legs and started licking me through my g-string.

This got me all excited so I reached down and moved my panties to one side. I looked over at Matt and I don't know if he was excited or shocked at seeing his workmate going down on another girl like this. I notice the growing bulge in his pants and guess its all excitement now! I put my legs up on the seat in front and slouch in my seat so Liz can get a better angle with her tongue in my pussy and I push her head right into my crotch, Feels soo good I can't help moaning just a bit.

I reach down to Matt's crotch and start rubbing his cock through his pants, then undo his zip and boxers to let his cock free. I rub his cock up and down but just can't concentrate as Liz licks me harder and faster. I build up until I'm nearly about to cum in her mouth then she rams 2 of her fingers into my cunt, sending me over the edge with pleasure. Liz licks all my cum up and sucks her fingers dry while she looks at Matt with a slutty look on her face.

He is now wanking furiously and he pleads Liz to suck on his cock. She moves over to him and grabs his dick, she licks his balls and moves all the way up his shaft just teasing. She puts her lips around the top of his knob and slowly starts moving down, just until she has his knob in her mouth. She then takes it out and whispers to him, "you'll have to wait for later sorry!!"

He pleads with her but she just gets up and sits back in her seat.

We decide that the movie isn't worth waiting for so we leave before it ends. We tell Matt that if he wants to finish what we started then he can come back to my place with us and he agrees without even having to think about it.

We get back to my house and before we know it Matt is trying to seduce Liz as soon as we get through the door. We tell him it's not that easy and if he really wants to fuck us then we will have to tie him up. Of course being as horny as he was he agrees and I go and get my ropes out from the bedroom. We decide to tie him on the living room floor so that we can watch him in case he tries to move.

We take his clothes off one at a time as well as kissing his body, he is already rock hard again before we even get to his pants. We take off his pants and tie his feet up, then we both start to lick his cock up and down just slowly. Liz gets up and takes her panties off while she's standing over him, letting them drop onto his face and letting him see her beautiful pussy. She bends over him, spreading her legs but not getting close enough for him to touch or lick her slit. I keep sucking his dick, starting to get the hang of it, until I feel him start to fuck my face. I think he might be about to cum so I stop and just leave him there. Me and Liz leave the room and he can't believe it.

5 minutes later we have to come and tie Liz's panties in his mouth to stop him from moaning at us. About half an hour goes by and me and Liz are sitting on the couch with Matt still tied up on the floor, we keep flashing him our pussys and occasionally Liz would go down and lick his shaft, just to keep him interested. We decide to give him a proper show so I go and get one of my dildos and a small vibrator. We move down onto the floor next to Matt so he can see everything that we do but still can't touch us.

We undress each other slowly kissing very hard. We take off our shirts and kiss and suck on each others breasts, I take off Liz's skirt and remember she has no panties on so I quickly start licking her slit up and down, first shoving my tongue as far as I can into her hole, and then moving up to her clit. I take the vibrator and use it on her clit while I shove my fingers into her, it doesn't take long and she starts shivering and bucking into my fingers. I keep rubbing her g-spot with my fingers until she starts gushing her juices all over them, I lick up as much of her juices as I can as they run down onto her arsehole and onto the floor. I take my fingers from her and lick her pussy clean, sucking all the juices from my fingers to.

Liz pulls me on top of her and kisses me hard, licking her own juice off my face. We look over at Matt's rock hard cock and decide that we should take care of him now. I untie Matt's mouth and take Liz's panties out of it, he starts to say something but I quickly shove my pussy in his face hard so he has to lick me. Liz goes down to his cock and starts sucking it, properly this time. I look behind me to watch her suck it and I see that she takes it right down to his balls, I never thought she would be good at that, being such a small girl. She sucks him up and down and I can see that she's also rubbing her pussy against his leg, horny little girl!

It's not long until I hear Matt start to moan and I turn around to see Liz's cheeks fill up as he starts to cum into her mouth, it must have been all that teasing that made him cum so quickly! Liz takes it all in, and the couple drops that she doesn't she makes sure she licks them up. I stand up and Liz tells me that he won't be good for anything now but she really wants to see me with that dildo inside me. Of course I will not disagree with that so I move over to lean up against the couch on my knees with my pussy facing Liz.

She come up behind me and licks my pussy from my clit all the way up to the top of my arsehole, stopping quickly at all the right places. She licks me and then takes her finger and puts it inside me. She grabs the dildo with her other hand and forces it into Matt's mouth just to lube it up a bit, She takes it and puts it against my pussy, slowly putting a little pressure on it so it goes inside me so slowly. I can't take this so I start bucking back against it, making her put it all inside me. I keep bucking against it so Liz can see it going in and out of me, getting shinier as I get wetter. My boobs are hanging down and every time I move backwards and forwards my hard nipples rub against the leather.

Liz keeps fucking me in and out but with her other hand she starts stroking Matt's cock, getting him hard again. She tells me that he's ready to go and takes the dildo out of me, quickly getting her tongue in my loose cunt to taste me. I move over and get on top of Matt, Liz guides his cock inside me and I start to ride him. Liz kneels over his face, making him lick her while she faces me and we start to kiss each other.

I ride Matt's cock faster and faster, rubbing my clit on his crotch while his cock was right inside me. I feel myself start to go over the edge and start to really scream with pleasure. All I can feel is my pussy clenching around this big cock, pure ecstasy. I finally come down from such a great high and Liz kisses me, whispering to me, "that looked so great, could I have a turn now?" I hopped off Matt's cock and Liz started to suck my juices off it while she was in the 69 position.

I made her hop on his cock the other way so that I could play with her clit while she rode it. She started riding it up and down, god it looked so good going in and out of her tight pussy. I grabbed the vibrator and held it against her clit while she was riding him. It wasn't long at all before she started moaning hard and I could see she was about to cum. She tensed up and closed her eyes and sat on his cock as deep as it could go. She looked like she was going to faint she was so worn out so she told me that I would have to finish him off.

I quickly ran into my room and got the lube, came back out and Liz's eyes lit up, I told her to rub this on my arsehole, while I sucked Matt's dick, I told her to make sure it was nice and lubed and ready for a cock. She didn't waste any time, licking my hole and getting two of her fingers in there, I hadn't had anything in my arsehole for a while so it was a little tight. I moved up to Matt's face and whispered to him in my dirtiest voice, " U wanna fuck my tight arsehole?" He kind of muttered yes please but by that time I was already lowering myself onto him.

Liz guided his cock to my arse and I slowly sat on it, we needed a little more lube but I managed to slowly get it all inside me. I rode it slowly at first but then got into a rhythm nice and fast, up and down. While I rode his cock, Liz whispered dirty talk into his ear, I fucked him good and proper, until he started to moan and groan louder and louder. I kept going, faster, faster. God that felt so good with such a cock so far up my tight little hole. While I rode his dick I was playing with my pussy, rubbing my clit and shoving my fingers in my pussy. I rode him and rubbed my clit until I was so built up with pleasure that I made Liz come around to my pussy to lick all of my cum up when I started to burst. She did, and when I came I started to squirt my juice all over her face. She said shed never seen so much cum before but it just felt so good. While I was cuming I must of been clenching my arse around Matt's cock because he was almost ready to cum again, Liz told me to hop off, I thought she was just going to wank him off but when before I knew it she had his whole cock right down her throat again. He cummed in her mouth again and again she licked it all up.

When she had finished I told her that I didn't know she was such a dirty girl but she said she just loves the taste of cum in her mouth, she can't get enough! 

I finish telling you this just as she comes out of the bathroom, you look at her differently now that you have heard what I have just told you. And especially now that she is all dressed up. I can tell you just want to get her out of her clothes then and there but we have to wait and see what happens later on in the night!

Liz comes around and sits down next to us. She has brown hair coming down past her shoulders and a cute face that always looks gorgeous no matter what. She is in a dress, with her boobs pressed up, revealing some nice cleavage. She is quite short but her dress doesn't go down far past her arse, but it is tight, so we can see her curvy hips and waist.

I have on a top which straps around my neck, my boobs being held up by just that, so you can see my hard nipples when we are out in the cold. I have a skirt on which is not tight, but very light material which could easily blow up if there is any wind. I have decided to risk it and leave my panties in the drawer. Maybe I can show my pussy off to people while we are out and about.

I'm very impressed by what you are wearing. You have a top which covers you up but the bra you have on holds up your big boobs just perfectly, making them look even bigger than I have ever realised, and you have a small denim skirt. I haven't seen yet but I bet you have no underwear underneath that little skirt.

We decide that we should get going and call a cab to pick us up. The cab comes and we all jump in, I tell him exactly where we are going, and you sound impressed when I tell you that it is a small members only club that I have only been to a couple of times myself. Liz smiles when she finds out you have not been the before and tells you that your in for a bit of a surprise!

We get to the club and hop out of the cab and go inside. Inside is just like a normal club, it has a bar and a couple of couches and is fairly quiet since it is early in the night. There are two girls already in the club, they are very exposed in what they have decided to wear. We all get a drink from the bar and start having a dance, by this time we have all had 3 or 4 glasses of wine which is definitely helping us get a little raunchy with each other already!

Half an hour goes by and we have had another couple of drinks each, the club is starting to fill up a bit and you start to realise that it is almost all girls that are in there. All the girls that are dancing around us are really starting to dance dirty with each other as well. Liz starts to dance with another girl grinding her arse into this other girl. You face me and ask me if this is an all girls club, I tell you it sure is, and it sometimes gets really raunchy!

This makes you quite horny and I can tell you start to dance dirtier with me, while I see you eyeing up other girls as well. I press you up against me grabbing your arse, then I pull your skirt up, revealing your arse cheeks to everyone and spank you. From this we get two girls come over to us and start to dance with us. One starts to kiss me and I can see the other ones hand in between your legs, feeling your smooth pussy. I look over to Liz and see that she is already on one of the couches with another girl, feeling each others boobs and kissing hard.

By this time you can see alot of other girls getting raunchy which just makes you so much hornier. I see you bend over against the wall so that your dancing friend can tongue your slit. She does this just for a little bit, until another girl comes up and wants to taste you. She licks your clit, and plays with it with her tongue, she licks up your pussy and shoves her tongue into your pussy deep as it will go. I keep watching, knowing that I will be tasting your sweet juices later on, although the sight of you like that makes me so wet.

I take your hand and we find Liz, she has her head in-between another girls legs, but we manage to get her attention. We all decide that we will find one girl each and take them back to my place for a night of pleasure. I go and I find a blonde girl named Leanne, she is very tall with great legs. I manage to seduce her enough into coming back with us. When we find you again, you are dancing in between two other girls getting grinded from both directions. Turns out that they are friends and we decide to let them both come back with us.

We find Liz with the same girl she was with before, she tells me that this girl really knows how to lick pussy and there's no way that she's leaving the club without her. We call a couple of cabs and all head back to my house. It is now around 2am and we are all feeling really quite drunk. We get home and I manage to get inside ok, I go into the kitchen to get some more wine and pour everyone a glass.

Before I can even finish pouring the wine, Leanne comes into the kitchen and kisses the back of my neck. She tells me that everyone is already enjoying themselves enough without more wine and we should go and join them. I turn and start to kiss her, reaching down to clench her tight arse cheeks as well. I hop up on the bench and she goes straight to my pussy, licking and sucking it like she hadn't tasted a girls juices in years. I spread my legs wider as she slides her fingers inside me, rubbing my g-spot with those long tender fingers. I close my eyes and think about what you would be doing with the other girls in the lounge so I tell Leanne that we must go and see. Although first she demands that we strip naked so that we can see each others great bodies!


We walk from the kitchen and in the lounge, all I see is beautiful girls with their legs spread and their tongues inside each other! I see you with your tight arse high in the air, I look down and realise that it's Liz that has her fingers in your pussy pumping you in and out. I go into my bedroom and bring out my box full of all my favourite toys, everyone stops and comes to look at what there is in there. I make sure I grab my favourite dildo out first and I take you aside, kissing you down your body and laying you down on your back with your legs wide, exposing that tasty pussy of your to me.

I start to lick your clit, playing with it with my tongue. I play with it until you shudder every time my tongue flicks your little bud. I bring my head back and spit on your pussy, even though it is already so nice and wet. I look at you as I put the dildo into my mouth, making it nice and wet so it can slide into your hole nice and easily. I press it against you hole and press it in, not wasting any time. I slide it into you until only the base is sticking out and you moan with great pleasure. I bring it out of your cunt and put it back in my mouth sucking your juices from it. Then I slide it in you again in one go, this time only taking it half out and back in again. I start pumping you like this, faster and faster until your moaning gets heavier. You start to play with your clit while I pump you and you grab your boobs, You rub your clit and I pump you and pump you until your back starts to rise from the ground and your moaning goes into more of a scream of pleasure, I can feel your pussy tighten around the plastic dick as you start orgasming so hard, your juices gushing out of you, I try to taste all your juices but you just keep flowing. You finally stop gushing out of your pussy and I take the dildo out of you, licking all your juice off it.

I feel something touching my pussy and turn around to realise that its the girl Liz brought home trying to get her tongue into my cunt. I spread my legs wider and then Liz comes up next to me and asks me if I had finished with you as you just lay there on the ground. I tell her she can take you if she likes, as long as she gives you a good time! She tastes your pussy, a bit of juice still on your thighs from your huge orgasm gets cleaned up by her ravaging tongue. She tells you to turn over and lay on your stomach so you do. By now I am almost nearing orgasm because this girl really is great at licking pussy just like Liz said!

When you turn over Liz gets straight to work on your tight little arsehole, tonguing it and teasing it with one of her fingers. There is still some of your cum which had ran down onto your arsehole, which she uses to lube your hole as she shoves one of her fingers in you. You start to moan again but she takes her finger from you and spanks your arse, which makes you yelp as you weren't expecting it. She slaps your arse again and again, making your arse red where she has slapped it. She brings you up to your knees where she can get a better angle to tongue and fuck your arsehole. She tongues you again, then this time she gets two fingers into your hole. She takes them out and spits on your hole, lubing it up even more. Then she takes the dildo and starts to slowly put it into you.

Leanne comes over and sees what's going on and decides to slide underneath you, so that she can lick your pussy while Liz fucks your arse with the dildo. Liz gets the whole dildo into you when Leanne starts licking your clit. Liz takes the dildo from you and sucks all of your arse juices from it, while lubing it up some more. Now she has it sliding freely in and out of your hole so much that she can really start to pump you good. I am there watching you getting fucked and licked at the same time with a girls behind me licking my slit so well. All this finally puts me over the edge and I let out a scream with pleasure. I start to gush all over this girls face, covering her with my cum.




What a Day!



When I open my eyes, I see Leanne now has two fingers right inside your pussy playing with your g-spot, while you get fucked so hard from behind. I see you pushing back against her fingers and the dildo inside you and then I see you start to cum again. Your arse clenches so hard that Liz cannot even move the dildo and Liz takes her fingers out of you and starts rubbing your clit furiously. You gush, your juices flowing all over Leanne's pretty face but she loves it. She opens her mouth wide so she can taste your juice as you just cant stop. She keeps rubbing your clit so fast it just keeps you gushing all over her. Liz looks at me in amazement and tells me she thought that my orgasm was big earlier on but that's nothing compared to this!

You finally stop cumming and just collapse on top of Leanne, so exhausted. Liz takes the dildo from your arsehole and licks it dry. Then she kisses and licks all of your juice from Leanne's face and mouth, licking your pussy clean while she's there. After a few minutes you gather the strength to hop up off Leanne and sit up on the couch...