0 comments/ 125789 views/ 3 favorites Jill's Missing Button Ch. 1 By: Imaginator Sally turned off the overhead light to her office and closed the door. She was in such a hurry to leave, that she almost forgot that the front door to the building where she worked had a double-keyed lock, and that it was always locked promptly every Friday at 5 p.m. It was now going on 6:30, and she could hardly wait to get home and set into motion the special plans which she had made for herself and her husband. So, she turned around and walked back up the hallway in search of Sam the janitor, who was the only one left in the building with a key to the door. As she approached Jill's office, she noticed its light still on. "You still here?" she asked. "Oh, yeah," said Jill, "just finishing up some work. What time is it?" "It's almost 6:30," said Sally. "Go on home. That can wait till Monday." "No," said Jill, "I want to finish these last few folders. No sense in letting this linger over the weekend. I won't be much longer." "O.K.," said Sally, "but don't forget to let Sam know, so he can let you out." "I will," said Jill. "See you Monday. Have a good weekend." "Oh, I will," said Sally. "And I hope you do, too. Just don't forget to tell me all about it on Monday." Sally winked at Jill, but Jill just rolled her eyes, shook her head and waved her hand as if driving Sally away. Sally, not finding Sam at the upper end of the hallway, proceeded back toward the front of the building. She found him emptying the trash at the receptionist's desk. Jill was thumbing through a folder, when she heard Sam's voice from down the hall. "Good night, Miss Sally," Sam said. Then she heard the clicking of the door and the jingling of the keys. She knew that now there was no one left but her and Sam, leaving her to continue uninterrupted with her review of the files before her. It had been almost a month since Jill's divorce. So it was that, with the pain of the experience still lingering with her and the thought of an empty apartment waiting for her, she felt no need to rush out of the office so soon. Actually, it was immersing herself in her work that sustained her, that kept her from thinking about how much she missed being with a man. She had fallen out of love with her husband long before the divorce, but she could not deny that he had given her the best nights of pleasure that a woman of her sex drive could ever have. She had tried to find substitutes since, but even masturbation did not give her the same thrill anymore. She had also started to wear more daring undergarments, like a low-cut bra and lace stockings with garters instead of pantyhose, anything to make herself feel more sexy. But she had not yet met the man who could give her back the thing she was missing the most. Jill heard a squeaking sound from down the hallway. She recognized it as that of Sam's cleaning cart. The sound grew louder as the cart approached the open door to her office. Sam stopped in front of her door and peered in. "You still here, Miss Jill?" Sam asked. "I thought everybody had left." "Yeah," said Jill, "I'm just finishing up some work. I'll be leaving shortly though." "Alright then," said Sam. "I'll be back later to empty your trash can." "Thank you, Sam," said Jill. Jill turned back to the papers on her desk. The squeaking sound of the cart told her that Sam was on the move again. She was starting to get restless, and the paperwork was a long ways from completion. She stopped, took off her glasses, and rubbed her eyes to relieve the tired sensation they felt; however, the kind of rubbing she really needed would have to wait until she got home. She straightened up the papers and closed the folder. After stuffing it and the remaining folders into her briefcase, she turned out the desk lamp, picked up her purse and the briefcase and headed for the door. Seeing the cleaning cart a ways up the hallway and the light on in a nearby office told her where she could find Sam. When she entered the doorway to the office, she found Sam bent over, replacing the trash bag in the can he had just emptied. Sam was a young black man, probably in his early thirties, she guessed. His skin color always reminded her of dark chocolate. He sported an even darker colored beard and mustache and wore a blue jumpsuit with a white T-shirt showing from behind the partly zipped-down collar. The jumpsuit fitted against his body in such a way as to reveal its lean and muscular nature. "Sam, I'm ready to go now," said Jill. "Could you let me out?" "Sure, Miss Jill," said Sam. Jill walked ahead of Sam down the hallway and toward the front door. She stood to one side as Sam fitted the key into the lock. He held the door open, and out she went. "Good night, Miss Jill," said Sam. "Good night, Sam," Jill said over her shoulder, as she walked toward her car. Sam continued to hold the door open, watching her walk across the parking lot. His eyes were focused on her well-rounded rear-end and the way her stockings hugged the sleek curves of her legs. "Mmm Mm," murmured Sam to himself. "It's a shame such a pretty thing has to go to waste. That guy she was married to sure doesn't know what he's missing." Sam shook his head, then closed and re-locked the door. Jill had seated herself in her car and had placed the key in the ignition, when a funny thought crossed her mind. "Oh no," she said, "not Sam. Not a black man. That would be the height of desperation. But, I must admit, he doesn't look bad, for a black man." She was about to turn the key, when it dawned on her that she had left her cell phone in the office. She would certainly need it, considering that it had already begun to turn dark outside. She took the keys from the ignition and dropped them in her purse. Taking the purse with her, she walked back to the front door of the building. When she pulled on the door, it would not open. So she knocked on its glass window, hoping Sam was not too far down the hall to hear her. Sam poked his head out of one of the office doors, and upon recognizing her, came down the hall, removing the key ring from his belt. "Sorry, Sam," said Jill, after Sam had gotten the door open. "I left my cell phone in the office. I'll only be a minute." "That's quite alright, Miss Jill," said Sam, holding the door open as she quickly slipped passed him. He felt her hip brush against the back of his hand. The thought of reaching out and pinching her firm buttocks crossed his mind, but he quickly restrained himself. Jill found the phone on her desk and slipped it into her purse. Then her thoughts turned to something else: a piece of paper left on her desk earlier that day containing some guy's phone number penned in red. Jill had crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the trash can. The unmistakable handwriting on it told her that it was from Sally. Jill had not liked the way her friends and coworkers seemed to be trying to set her up with one guy or another. However, the old urges were now beginning to creep back under her skin, and she just could not shake them anymore. She looked into the trash can, but found it empty. She quickly walked back into the hallway. "Sam," she said, spotting him coming out of the storage closet. "I threw something in my waste basket earlier that I really need now. Could you let me have the trash back to look through it for a second?" "Well," said Sam, "I've already dropped it into my cart. Let me see if I can dig it out for you." Sam remembered that it was one of the last ones he had emptied, as well as one of the lighter ones. So he was able to quickly retrieve the bag of trash from his cart. "Here you go, Miss Jill," he said. "Thank you, Sam," said Jill. She tried to undo the knot tied by Sam, but it would not budge for her. "You want me to untie that for you?" asked Sam. "Please," said Jill. Sam easily untied the knot in the bag and set it on the edge of the cart, so that Jill could reach into it. She had always admired how good he was with his hands. She was digging through the scraps of paper, and had her back turned toward Sam, not wanting him to see what it was she was hunting for. Sam stepped back a little to get a better look at the thing which had caught his attention earlier. He figured that, if he was ever going to get a chance, it would be now, and it would have to appear as an accidental gesture. So, stepping toward the cart as if to get something from it, he lifted his hand up and let it gently slide across one of Jill's cheeks. Jill quickly turned around and backed away, letting the bag of trash fall and spill onto the floor. "Sam!" she exclaimed. "I'm really sorry, Miss Jill," said Sam. "It was an accident. I didn't mean nothing." "Well," said Jill, pretending to straighten her skirt. "You'll just have to be more careful. That's the kind of thing that can get you in trouble, you know. But I'll let it go then." She stared at the scraps of paper scattered on the floor. "Don't worry, Miss Jill," said Sam, "I'll clean this up. Did you find what you were looking for?" "No," said Jill, "but it wasn't really that important. Never mind. I'll just forget about it and see myself out." Jill looked at Sam suspiciously, while he was gathering up the trash from the floor. Then she turned and headed for the front door. Sam glanced up one last time to see the beauty of the thing that had almost been within his grasp. A big grin came over his face. As Jill seated herself again in her car, she reached to pull the seat belt over her. That was when she noticed that the top of her blouse was opened. She checked it and found that its top button was missing. "Now, how did that happen?" she asked herself. Then she sighed. "Must have been when I pulled away from him, and tore it loose." She looked down at the partly open blouse and noticed her deep cleavage showing from the low-cut bra. "I hope he didn't see that." Then the part of her that was still aching for attention turned the thought around. "And what if he did. And what if that brush of the hand was no accident." She quivered at the new thought which had been dangled before her mind by the woman in need. She uncontrollably let her hand reach down into the open blouse, down into the narrow space between her breasts. When her fingers touched the floor of the previously hidden valley, she gasped. Her other hand was on her leg, slowly moving up the thigh and pushing away the hem of the skirt, revealing the laced tops of her stockings. As it reached the bare skin of her leg, it sent a jolt flying to her crotch, between her legs, and up her right cheek. The sensation of Sam's hand brushing her buttock still lingered there liked the venomous sting of a bee, only this venom was more deliciously intoxicating. Then, she suddenly stopped her explorations and took a deep breath, pulling her skirt back down. "I don't believe what I'm about to do," she said. "Maybe nothing will happen, and I'll just go home and take a nice long hot bath." When she pulled on the front door to the office building, she found that it was unlocked. Apparently, Sam had forgotten to lock it behind her, when she last left. She slowly walked along the hallway, looking at the floor. She had hoped to spot the button, retrieve it, and make her exit, before Sam reappeared. At least that way, she thought, she would avoid the whole thing and never think about it again. She bent lower, looking closer at the carpet. Just then, she sensed him behind her. She turned to face him and brushed the hair from her face. For a split second, she saw him looking down with a big grin on his face; but then, he looked up at her, and the grin faded. She smiled at him, instantly realizing where his gaze had just been. "Um," she said, "the door was open, and, funny thing, I seem to be missing a button from my blouse. You didn't happen to see it, did you?" "No, ma'am," said Sam. "I saw no button, while I was cleaning up." "Well," she said, "I don't see it either. It wasn't any big deal. I mean, I can always find another button to fix this." She handled the top of her blouse, spreading it slightly. If Sam did not notice her exposed cleavage then, she thought, then he must be gay. But he was staring straight at it, with his mouth hanging wide open. "Uh," he said, "maybe I can help you with . . . help you look for that button. I wouldn't want you going around half dressed. I mean, such a pretty woman as you, some people might think . . ." "Think what?" asked Jill. "Well, Miss Jill," said Sam, "you know how people are, especially guys and all. Let me help you find that button." "No, I don't know Sam," said Jill. "What would they think?" "Uh, well, um . . . ," said Sam, starting to get nervous. "You think they'd think, we were fooling around in here?" asked Jill, gauging Sam's response to her queries by the bulge that was forming in the crotch of his jumpsuit. "Uh, no Miss Jill," said Sam, laughing. "I was just saying . . ." "What were you saying Sam?" asked Jill. "Are you saying that you and I would never fool around? I mean, it would seem inconceivable for a white woman like me, in the position that I'm in here at the office, to even consider an affair with the janitor, especially since he happens to be black. Wouldn't it?" "Well, Miss Jill," said Sam, rubbing the back of his neck, "you know, there are some white women out there who have had affairs with other black men. I've heard of some white women who go looking specifically for a black man, when they're cruising the bars. And these are no poor women either. Some of them have more money than you and me combined." "So, Sam," said Jill, "what would you do, if one of these women came up to you and offered you a hundred bucks to sleep with her?" "Well, I don't . . ." said Sam, "I don't know about me. She'd have to look mighty good, hundred bucks or no." "What if she asked you for free?" asked Jill. Sam began to laugh. Jill laughed too, continuing to play with the top of her blouse, spreading it wider and watching Sam's crotch; the budge there was getting larger. She wondered, how large could it be? considering his youth and the good physical shape that he was in, it must be of substantial size. "When you touched me earlier, Sam," she said, "you did that on purpose, didn't you." "Well, yeah," said Sam. "But no offense, Miss. It's just . . . well, I broke up with my girlfriend last week, and I've been missing it something terribly. It plays with your mind, gets you to thinking about things you wouldn't normally think about. I mean, you being divorced and all, and probably missing it yourself, I figured you wouldn't mind too much." Sam moved closer to Jill. His eyes were fixed on her cleavage, and she made no movement to hide it from him. Then, she closed her blouse and began to laugh. "Um, why don't we continue this conversation in my office," she said, smiling at him and running her fingers through her hair. "Sure thing, Miss Jill," said Sam, grinning. "Lead the way." Jill walked into the darkened office, Sam close behind her. She stopped in front of a couch that had been left there temporarily by the maintenance crew. She slipped off her jacket and let it fall to the floor. Sam reached out and ran his hand over one of her buttocks. Jill quivered and gasped at the touch. Then, with both hands, he gently squeezed both cheeks. He stood closer to her, placing his hands on her hips and pulling her against himself. He pressed his bulging crotch into her lower back, rubbing it against her, moaning, feeling the electricity surging through his loins from the pressure. She could hear his heavy breathing, as he placed his lips closer to her ear. She was undoing the cuffs of her blouse, when he reached around and cupped her breasts, lifting them and pressing them together. Jill reached back over her shoulder with her hand and grabbed his head, feeling its curly strands with her fingers. Sam ran his hands further down and tried pushing her skirt down. "Zipper's in the back," she said with a breathy voice. Sam reached behind her and unzipped the skirt, letting it slide to the floor. Reaching under the tail of her blouse, he felt for the garter straps. He unsnapped these one by one, then slowly slipped her panties from her hips. He then knelt on the floor, lifted the blouse and began kissing her cheeks one at a time. She felt his large warm lips sliding over her smooth skin, setting it on fire, while his hands stroked her thighs through her stockings. She had just gotten the remaining buttons of her blouse undone, when Sam swung her around and pushed her onto the couch. He stood up and unzipped his jumpsuit. After removing it from his shoulders and slipping it off, he stood over her. Then he removed his bikini briefs, and out popped the lowest hung dick she had ever seen. The light from the doorway revealed its largeness; it was still flaccid, so she could only imagine how big it would get when fully erect. She sat up on the couch and took hold of his cock with her hand. In her small hand, it felt as heavy as a sirloin steak, and as thick as a cucumber. She stroked it, feeling it grow in her hands. Then she raised it higher and ran her lips and tongue along its shaft. She placed its head into her mouth and began twirling it around inside, continuing to stroke its throbbing shaft. It grew longer, forcing its way further into her mouth which was eagerly devouring it as it went. She took it out of her mouth and licked the length of its shaft two or three times. Sam placed his hands on her head, then onto her shoulders, and gently pushed her toward the back of the couch. As she lay back, he knelt down and lifted her legs over his broad shoulders. When his lips met her crotch, she let out a moan and grabbed his head, stroking its curls as he sucked on her clit. He slipped his hands under her and began squeezing her buttocks. Then he ran them up her waist to her breasts. He tugged at the bra, trying to remove it. The fastener for it was in front, so she undid it for him. Reaching under the loose bra, he took hold of her breasts and began massaging them. She moaned louder in response to his experienced touch, placing her hands over his. She could feel his beard brushing against her pussy, creating a sensation like she had never felt before. Sam pulled away from Jill, letting her legs slide off his shoulders, then he turned her over. Jill climbed onto the couch, kneeling on its seat cushions and leaning against its back. Sam began kissing her buttocks again, but this time spreading them wide and sucking and licking the area in between. First, his tongue played with the lips of her vagina, then it made its way to her anus, the tip of it twirling around the edges of her hole. She gripped the back of the couch harder, and let out a grunt. Sam then climbed onto the couch and knelt behind her, pushing her against the back wall. She felt the tip of his cock probing between her legs, trying to find the opening into which to insert itself. Finally, it found its mark. "Oh yeah," she sighed. "Oh, give it to me Sam. Oh!" She felt its pointed head penetrate her pussy, the force of it almost lifting her off the couch. She arched her back, trying to bring the widening opening more into range. Considering the size of Sam's cock, she was sure it could reach deep enough from behind with little help from her; but she wanted to experience the whole of it, or as much as she could take in. It penetrated further and further, until she thought that it would never stop going. Sam pulled her blouse and bra off and threw them to the side. He then stripped off his T-shirt and let it fall to the floor. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back, continuing to slowly move in and out of her, causing her to groan with each stroke. He reached around and took her breasts in his hands once more, his sweaty palms sliding over her hardened nipples. Jill's Missing Button Ch. 1 Sam fucked Jill like that for several minutes, although to Jill it seemed like hours. Sam's slow steady rhythm made time seem to stand still for her. She was oblivious to everything around her in the darkness, and all she knew was the continuous movement of wave after wave, carrying her along into the night. Sam's breathing in her ear was like the sound of the waves. As she was carried further and further along, she lost all sense of direction and even forgot where she was. To Sam, her pussy was like soft butter. His cock slid into her so easily. And when she took the whole thing inside her, he felt like he was swimming in warm water, every stroke he made taking him deeper into the dark depths of the ocean of her body. Pressing his face into her hair was like being entangled in a bed of seaweed. The excitement of fucking a white woman, especially one from the office, and having her love every minute of it, gave him a sense of release, of power, of being able to controll her with just a touch of his hand. The slamming sound of the front door quickly brought them both back to the real world. Sam and Jill froze in mid-fuck. "Jill?" said a woman's voice from down the hall. "Are you in there?" It was Sally. She had driven by on her way to pick up something at the store, when she noticed Jill's car still parked in the front. She was surprised to find the front door unlocked, figuring Sam must still be there, too. She stood in the doorway of Jill's office and flipped the light switch on. "Oh!" Sally cried, stepping back, seeing the two kneeling on the couch, completely naked. "Sally, I can explain," said Jill. "No bother, no bother," said Sally, waving her hands and almost stumbling in stepping back into the hallway. She stood there, peering through the doorway, her gaze fixed on them, her mouth wide open. Then a smile came to her face. "Well, no wonder you wanted to stay late," she said. "Looks like you two are starting the weekend early." "It's not what you think," said Jill. "It just sort of happened." Sam pulled out of Jill and stood back from the couch. His 10 inch cock was still as stiff as when it had been inside her. With the way Sally was looking at him, Sam had a hard time controlling its waving in the air. "You're right," said Sally, "it's not what I thought. It's much bigger than I thought. You lucking girl, you." Jill turned around and fell back onto the couch, looking at Sam's erect cock with her mouth wide open. She understood now what Sally had been referring to. Had such an enormous thing been inside of her? she wondered. Only something of such immense size could have generated such awesome waves through her body. Now, before her eyes, standing at attention, there was her love boat. "Why don't I just leave you two to continue," said Sally. The expression on Jill's face made Sally want to burst out laughing. "Oh, and Sam. Don't forget to lock up when you're done." "Yes ma'am," said Sam, with a salute. "Man, I wish I wish I had a camera," said Sally. "Oh, you dirty . . .!" exclaimed Jill. Sally laughed and quickly headed down the hallway and out the door. "Maybe this is not the best place to continue this," said Jill. "Why don't we both get dressed and head back to my place. Then, we can picked up where we left off. What do you think?" "Sounds good to me," said Sam. They both got dressed. Jill was finishing by buttoning her blouse, when she came to where its top button had been. "I'm still missing that button," she said. "Oh," said Sam, "is this what you're looking for?" He reached into his pocket and held out the button he had found. "You mean you had it all this time?" asked Jill, taking it from his hand. "Yeah," said Sam. "I figured you'd come back looking for it." "Well, Sam," said Jill, "to tell you the truth, I came back looking for a whole lot more, and you certainly delivered alright. You found all of my buttons; and before the night's over, I'm sure you'll find plenty more that I didn't even know I had." Jill's Missing Button Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Sally's Turn It had been a week since Sam the janitor had helped Jill find her missing button, and Jill was looking forward to spending another wild weekend expedition with her "Shadow Puppet," as she called him. Each time he pressed his dark and muscular body against hers, it blocked from her memory both the pleasure and the pain of her marriage. And throughout the week, Sam had taken advantage of every opportunity he could to help her forget; such as, when Jill would be standing over an open file cabinet, and Sam would come up behind her, pushing his groin against her rear-end and breathing heavily into her ear. Then, the memories of the previous weekend would come flowing back, like an ocean breeze blowing through her hair. But there were other times, when something else would press upon Jill's mind, competing with her thoughts of Sam: her growing concerns for Sally. Since Monday, Sally had seemed less than her usual good-humored self; and now, it was the end of the week, and Sally had spent the entire morning in her office, barely saying a word to anybody. So it was, that Jill decided to check on her after lunch and find out what was wrong. Jill and Sally had never been very close, although Jill had known her for almost 5 years and considered her a good friend. Sally had certainly won Jill's trust by not saying a word about what she had seen the previous Friday in Jill's office. So, Jill felt like she owed Sally a favor. "Hey there," said Jill, as she stood in the doorway to Sally's office. "Hey," said Sally, without looking up from her desk. "Is something the matter?" asked Jill. "No," said Sally, looking up at Jill and faking a smile. "Nothing's wrong." "I just wanted to be sure," said Jill. "You've seemed a bit depressed all week." "No, I'm fine," said Sally. "Thanks anyway." "Alright then," said Jill, starting to walk away. But then, she heard Sally bang the top of her desk, which told her that things were not so fine after all. Jill came back into Sally's office and stood there with her heart opened wide. "Jill . . . ," began Sally, but then she fell silent for a few seconds. "What is it, Sally?" asked Jill. "What's wrong?" "Close the door, will you?" requested Sally. Jill quickly complied, then took a seat in front of Sally's desk. Sally took a deep breath, before beginning. "You remember how I told you last Friday, that I had planned this great dinner for Stan, and that I had set things up so that we wouldn't be disturbed, while we . . . you know?" "Yeah," answered Jill. "So, how did it go?" "Jill," said Sally, "it never even happened. Stan didn't come home till late, then he said he was dead tired. So I figured: rough day at the office? I can fix that. But he passed right by me and went straight to bed. Then, the next morning he tells me that he has to go on a business trip this week. He said, that he wouldn't be back until the following Sunday. Jill, I had made such great plans for that night. I mean, I had thought that, considering how our love life's been lately, maybe I could re-ignite some of the old embers from long ago. But then, he hits me with this 'gone for the week' stuff, and it's like someone had dowsed the embers with a bucket of water." "But Sally," said Jill, "why not try it again, when he gets home from the trip. Surprise him, and give it another chance." "You don't understand," said Sally. "As far as I'm concerned, he can stay where ever the hell he is." "Sally," said Jill with an anxious look, "you don't really mean that, do you?" "Yes I do," said Sally, with a smoldering look in her eyes, "and here's the reason why. You see, I tried paging him this morning to see what time he would be getting in. Well, I waited and waited, and he never returned the page. So I called his office to see if they knew anything. They said, that there had been no business trip, but that he had scheduled his vacation for this week, and they were wondering why I didn't know about it, since obviously he should be with me. Well, then I asked to speak to Emma, the woman he works with, thinking maybe she'd know what happened to him. But it turns out, that she had scheduled her vacation this week, too. I always knew something was going on between those two, but I didn't want to believe it. Now, it's finally come home, and I just don't know how to handle the truth of it." "Sally," said Jill, "I'm sorry. I had no idea." "Jill," said Sally, "I haven't had sex in over two weeks, and it's eating me up." It was then, that Jill noticed the ink pen that Sally had been bending with her hands. It had chew marks on one end. "I know the feeling, Sally," said Jill. "I was the same way after the divorce. What you need to do is forget Stan, call up one of those guys you were trying to fix me up with, get him drunk and let him fuck the living daylights out of you." "No, those guys are nothing but losers," said Sally. "I just thought, since you had seemed so desperate, that anything would have done the trick." "Well, thanks pal," said Jill. "No, I didn't really mean that," said Sally. "I guess, I just need to forget Stan for awhile, forget that he had even touched me." "Hey," said Jill, "I've got an idea. Why don't you stay with me for the weekend. We could go out, cruise the clubs, see if we can pick up a couple of studs and have our own fling. What do you say?" "Well," said Sally, "I could use some R and R, maybe wear something really daring. You know, like one of those close-fitting slinky dresses, and no underwear. Then just chunk the old bait out there, and reel 'em in." This was the Sally that Jill knew, now starting to come back to life. "Great," said Jill. "We'll meet for dinner after work at that restaurant over on Main, then hit the town." "Sure," said Sally. "Thanks, Jill." "Hey," said Jill, starting to leave, "save that pretty smile. You'll need it tonight for bait." Jill was heading back to her office, when she heard someone whisper to her from nearby. She turned and saw Sam peeking from inside the storage closet, motioning to her to come over. Jill grinned, looked around to check that no one was watching, then slipped through the closet door. After Sam closed the door, Jill threw her arms around his neck and started kissing him passionately. Sam grabbed Jill's rear-end and started squeezing it, while pressing against her belly the bulge in his crotch which he had been building up for her. "Mmm," moaned Jill, as she lifted a leg and wrapped it around Sam's thigh, pulling him closer. Sam started kissing her neck and working his hands up and down her back and buttocks. "Hey baby," said Sam, "I've been sniffing your perfume all day, and couldn't wait to get a closer whiff." Jill wanted to let Sam sniff more places than her neck, but she figured that this was not the place to do it. "Hey," said Sam, "how about I swing by your place tonight after work and help you find some more of those buttons." "Well, um," said Jill, now caught between wanting Sam to take her on another excursion with his love boat, and wanting to help Sally get back into the water. Then suddenly, the two options became merged in her mind as one deliciously wicked idea. "Sure," she said. "Why don't you come by about 8. I think I might have some extra buttons for you to look for then." "O.K. baby," said Sam. They kissed again, then Jill opened the door, peeked out and walked casually down the hallway to her office, straightening her skirt along the way. She was so excited by the wonderfully simple idea now swimming around in her mind, that she could barely concentrate on her work. When 5 o'clock came, she packed things away, then popped her head through Sally's door. "Hey," said Jill, "let's go." "But I'm not finished here," said Sally. "Drop what you're doing and let's go," said Jill more urgently. "I have a proposition you might be interested in. I'll tell you about it over dinner." "What kind of proposition?" asked Sally with a grin forming on her face. "Let's just say, that I need a partner for a little game of switcheroo," said Jill. "What?" asked Sally. "Just come on," said Jill. Later that evening at Jill's apartment, her and Sally were sitting on the couch sipping wine and dressed in nothing but bathrobes. They had took turns in the shower, and Jill had loaned Sally some of her perfume. "Are you sure this is going to work?" asked Sally. "Hey," said Jill, "all is fair in love and war. If Stan wants his weed whacked by some floozy at work, then two can play at that game. Just remember to do exactly what I told you to do." "Man," said Sally, "I'm almost getting wet just thinking about it. Are you sure he won't mind?" "If we play this just right," said Jill, "then he'll be like putty in our hands. Or rather, like dessert." "Ooh," cooed Sally, "I like fudge." "You know," said Jill, "he did mention to me in between fucks last weekend, that he was really turned on by how you were eyeing him in the office that night. He said, that he could have taken both of us, if you had stayed." "Wow!" exclaimed Sally, "now I am getting wet. Can't wait to feel it." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Jill showed Sally where to hide. As she pulled the door slightly open and peeked through, a big smile came to her face; 'dessert' had finally arrived. Sam was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He kept looking around outside to check that no one had seen him. During the previous weekend, he had come and gone in the dark, which seemed like a good way to avoid prying eyes, as well as keeping Jill from having to explain why a black man was spending so much time in her apartment. "Hey baby," said Sam. As she was closing and locking the door, he pressed her against it with his body, slipping his hand under her robe and between her legs, all the while kissed her neck. He started by stroking the hairs of her pussy, then inserted a finger into her cunt and twirled it around her clit. "Oh, Sam," moaned Jill. "You have such talented hands." Her eyes were closed, feeling her clit starting to respond to Sam's touch. She reached behind herself and squeezed on the swelling in Sam's jeans. "Hey," said Sam, "lets go look for some of those buttons." "Yeah, why don't we," said Jill, as she took Sam's hand and led him to her bedroom. "Come with me, my Shadow Puppet." Sam chuckled at the pet name that Jill had given him. The room was dark, except for the dim glow coming through the window blinds. Sam was still busy getting his clothes off, while Jill had already undid her robe, let it slip to the floor and climbed onto the bed. The silhouette of Sam's body against the window, and especially of his half-erect cock, was sending shivers throughout Jill's body. Sam climbed onto the bed and reached out for Jill. When he found her, he pulled her near to him. They wrapped their arms and legs around each other and french kissed for a few minutes; Jill moaned loudly enough for Sally to hear her from the doorway. Sam decided to start by exploring Jill's body with one of his hands, first sliding it down her back and buttocks, then slipping it between her legs. He poked at her anus with a finger, penetrating it slightly and circling the opening. "Ah!" shouted Jill, breaking the kiss. Sally was leaning against the wall outside the door, listening. Her robe was open and she was rubbing her wet clit with one hand, while squeezing a breast and pinching its nipple with the other. Sam was now kissing Jill's neck and making his way down to her chest. His lips wrapped themselves around the tip of one of her breasts and sucked it hungrily, while his free hand stroked and squeezed the other breast; his first hand was still probing Jill's butt hole. Jill wanted him to continue, but she knew that she needed to set things up for Sally. So, she gently pushed Sam back against the pillow, got on top of him, and began kissing his neck. She worked her way down to his chest, sucking and licking his nipples. "Oh, yeah, baby," moaned Sam. "I'm under your spell. Do your white magic on me." Jill was now down to his belly, kissing it and twirling her tongue around his belly button. "Oh, baby," said Sam, "you've found one of my buttons now." They both laughed, then Jill continued further down. She kissed the area on either side of his now fully erect penis. Then she began licking and sucking his balls. "Oh, man, yeah," grunted Sam, his eyes tightly shut and his hands in Jill's hair. He was overwhelmed by the sweetness of her perfume, as it flowed over his body. Jill licked her way up the shaft of his penis and flicked her tongue over and around its head. Then, she put her real plan into action. "Oh, shit," she said, "I've got to go pee. Just keep this thing straight, till I get back." "O.K., baby," said Sam, beginning to stroke his cock. "Don't be long." Jill slid off the bed and stepped out the door. She was reluctant to pull away from Sam so soon, but she had promised Sally that her turn would come. Jill found Sally up against the wall running her hands all over her fully naked body, and breathing hard. Jill watched her for a moment, taking in the sight of Sally's toned and ecstatic physique. Jill now realized the seriousness of Sally's need; so she let her continue working herself up for a minute or two, before placing her hands on Sally's shoulders and putting her lips to her ear. "Your turn," whispered Jill. "And save some for me." Sally's hands dropped to her side, as a big grin formed on her face. She tiptoed into the bedroom, crawled slowly up onto the bed and slid into the space between Sam's legs. She took his cock with both her hands and began licking its shaft, like it was a popsicle. Sam began moaning and breathing harder. She stroked it from top to bottom, one hand over the other, like she was climbing a rope. Her tongue flicked back and forth over the front of it, making its way toward the head. When she took the head into her mouth, she held it there still, then twirled her own head around. She slowly let the top portion of Sam's cock creep further into her mouth, her tongue running around and around it. Sam felt like someone was slowly pouring some kind of melted topping over his cock, the enveloping smoothness of which was smothering it and causing it to throb harder. Sally then caressed Sam's belly and chest, first with one hand then with the other. Going up to his chest, each hand brushed a stiff nipple, then returned to his belly. On the third turn, she arched her fingers and dragged their long nails back down his torso. "Aw, man," grunted Sam, arching his body. "Baby, you've never made me feel like this before." Sam had his hand on Sally's head and was running his fingers through her hair. Still slightly wet from the shower, Sally's hair felt almost the same as Jill's. It also helped, that she had on the same perfume; it filled Sam's senses, making him feel like he was in another world. And so the game continued, and its next phase was just about to get underway. Sally's loud moaning was Jill's cue to make her entrance. Jill placed her hand on Sally's back to alert her to her presence. Jill could not help but notice how smooth and curvaceous Sally's body was. She ran her hand along Sally's back, then patted her ass. Then, she climbed onto the bed and knelt beside Sam's waist. As Sally continued alternating the motion her hands and fingernails up and down Sam's torso, Jill inserted her hands in between Sally's and ran them up and down as well, matching Sally's rhythm. At this point, Sam was so delirious from Sally's ramblings over his body, that his mind could make no distinction between hers and Jill's hands. It was not until Jill reclined at his side and began stroking his hair and kissing his face, that he noted the strangeness of the situation. "What the . . . ," he murmured, coming out of his delirium. "Hey, baby," cooed Jill in his ear. "Hey," said Sam, "But who's . . . ." His head turned back and forth between the woman laying next to him and the one still licking the shaft of his long hard dick. "Hi Sammy," said Sally, continuing her licking and kissing of his penis. "Miss Sally?" said Sam. Sally started laughing, and so did Jill. "Man," said Sam, "this is too much. Two horny white women and one black man . . . ." "Well, you said you could take us both," said Jill. "Or maybe it was both of us who could take you. Anyway, we just wanted to show our appreciation for all the hard work you do around the office." "Yeah," said Sally, "just consider this a bonus." "Wow," said Sam. "I can't believe this. But I thought . . . ." "Shh," said Jill, putting her finger to his mouth. "Just lay back and relax baby, and let these two horny white women show you the meaning of the phrase, 'bicycle built for two.'" At that, Sally crawled up Sam's legs and straddled his hips. She raised his cock up to her crotch, but its tip went right passed it and up to her belly button. She tried to mount it, but it was just too tall. So, she lifted herself up onto her feet and, squatting over it, let its head slide into her wet and aching cunt. Slowly, a little bit at a time, it entered the chasm of her vagina. When only two inches of its tip had gotten inside of her, Sally let out a scream and almost lost her balance. Sam reached up and helped Sally steady herself. She gripped his arms and let more of his cock squeeze through her widening lips. She grunted and whined, until most of it was inside. "Oh, yes, baby!" she shouted, shaking her head back and forth. Then she began moving up and down, grunting with each stroke. Once Sally had picked up momentum, then it became Jill's turn. She straddled Sam's outstretched arms then, grabbing the back board of the bed, pulled her body forward, until her crotch was over Sam's face. When she lowered herself, Sam's tongue began flicking all over and in between her widely spread lips. As she lowered herself more, he placed his mouth over her pussy and began sucking it and inserting his tongue. Jill gripped the backboard harder, moaning. She rubbed her cunt back and forth over Sam's mouth, feeling the hairs of his beard and mustache brushing it. She thought that this was the greatest sensation she had ever felt from a man. Jill continued moving her hips, rubbing her pussy all over Sam's lower face. Still gripping the backboard, she extended her arms and leaned herself back. Sally released Sam's arms and grabbed Jill's shoulders, allowing Sam to grab Jill's buttocks. "Oh, oh, oh," shouted Sally in rhythm with her accelerated bouncing. She squeezed and massaged Jill's shoulders, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Jill's chest, continuing her pumping of Sam's stiff member. Sam inserted his tongue deeper into Jill's cunt, then dragged it up, over and around her clit. "Oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes," shouted Sally, the pitch of her voice rising with the speed of her humping. She was now causing Jill to bounce with her. This in turn caused Jill's cunt to slip off Sam's mouth and under his bearded chin. Sam for his part was leaning his head back, feeling the surge begin to build within his groin. "Oh, yes, oh yes," moaned Jill, as the stimulation from Sam's beard was causing a spasm to travel up her body. She leaned her head back further, allowing Sally to press and rub her head against Jill's. Sally felt Jill's body leaning more into hers; so she held onto Jill more tightly, as she too was feeling the first spasms of orgasm building within her. Sam, playing the bicycle to these two white beauties, placed one hand on Jill's hip and the other on Sally's, trying to keep the two riders from falling off, as all three were carried along on a collision course. The three of them were locked together, as they came in for a landing. Jill's Missing Button Ch. 2 "Oh!" both women kept shouting in almost perfect unison. Sally was squeezing Jill's tits; Jill was barely clinging to the backboard with her fingertips, so she let go and placed her hands over Sally's. Then she reached up, grabbed Sally's head and held it close to hers. "Oh, shit," yelled Sam. He was shooting his hot load into Sally's churning cauldron, while gripping both women's hips harder. Jill and Sally screamed, as sparks discharged back and forth between their linked bodies. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," whimpered Sally, the intensity of her orgasm beginning to subside. "Oh, Jill," she whispered into Jill's ear. "Thank you! Thank you!" She kissed Jill's neck several times. "Sure thing, honey," whispered back Jill. Then she chuckled. "And let's not forget our brave little black bicycle here." Both women dismounted Sam and collapsed on either side of him, kissing his face, neck and chest. "Man, you white women are the craziest I've ever seen," said Sam. "And just look at what you did to my chocolate soldier. Oh, it'll never be the same again." "But Sammy, baby," said Sally, "Jill hasn't had her turn yet. So, you'll just have to let me revive it for her." Sally reached down and squeezed Sam's balls, while she blew in his ear. "Oh, my, Miss Sally," said Sam, as his cock began stiffening again. "You are certainly one wicked white witch. I don't know how much more of this I can take. Haven't we found enough buttons already?" "But baby," said Jill, climbing on top of Sam, "we still haven't found all of your buttons. So, we'll just have to keep looking, even if it takes all night long." Sally was twirling her tongue inside Sam's ear and dragging her fingernails over his chest and belly. Jill was positioning the tip of Sam's cock between her buttocks and letting it press against her anus. For his part, Sam just slipped back into the state of delirium from before, where he felt his body being tossed back and forth between two white-crested ocean waves, one of which was named Jill and the other named Sally. It would be a long time before he reached shore again.