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Just another Day

By: Sweet_Shay



I walked in and saw you asleep on the sofa.

I let my purse fall to the floor as I began to undo my jacket. I walked quietly past you and into the kitchen. I remembered there was somethin in the refrig that I had bought just for a time like this...........

As I entered the livingroom, you had not moved. I watched you as you slept. Your strong chest rising slowly and falling under your red t-shirt. You looked so sweet...I almost decided to leave you alone...but parts of me told me that was not going to be possible.

I began to remove my jacket and it dropped to the floor as I felt the excitment making me wet between my legs.

I unbuttoned the cuff on my right sleeve, then my left, never taking my eyes off of you. I then had a sweet thought pass through my mind....how exciting it was to have you watch me undress....so I softly called your name....."Richard...", again I had to call you...."Richard....".  This time your eyes opened and you see me standing across the room. 

I am standing there with a burgundy satin blouse tucked into a tight fitting black skirt. Its a short one...the jacket I took off is about as long as the skirt. I have on dark pantyhose and 4 inch burgundy heels , my hair laying on my shoulders. You know by my look....I need you.....

You know my thoughts....so the gentleman that you are...you turn on your side so that you do not miss a thing...no expression on either of our faces.

I begin at the top of my blouse unbuttoning, never taking my eyes off you. Biting my bottom lip..I go through buttons 2,3 and 4. It's all I can do to keep from having an orgasm just looking at you on the sofa....taking me in. 

I kick off the right shoe, then the left as I begin to unbutton the skirt and un zip it. As I walk to you I am untucking my blouse, and by now you can see my 36D's filling my lacy burgundy bra to full capacity. Me wanting you to touch them. 

Standing at the sofa...I begin to slide the skirt over my hips.....I have a surge go through me as I feel your hand reach under my skirt and touch my inner thigh....You take ahold of the hem of the skirt and gently pull it down..it drops to the floor. 


You can see my burgundy slip hugging my hips. Smiling, you tug at it. 

I hear you growl and that throws me off my game.....you like doing that. I start to slide the panty hose off quickly but you stop me. I know what you want.

I glance quickly at your jeans. The fullness behind the zipper is noticeable. Your right hand still on my thigh, feeling the smoothness of my panty hose.

You place your left hand on the snap of your jeans. As smoothly as you unsnapped them, you just a smoothly unzipped them.

I cup my hands under my full bra and gently squeeze. As I inhale slowly, your eyelids get a quick flutter. Your eyes always give you away.

I offer you my hand and you take it. You stand up , your hand still on my thigh.

As I take the hem of your t- shirt you bring your arms up allowing me to remove it. I can't help but admire your tight, muscled chest. As I place my thumbs on your nipples, you flex your pecs.

You hear me gasp softly.

I whisper, " You take my breath away".

You reach to my bra strap on my right shoulder and slide your finger under it.

I smile shyly, turn taking your hand in mine and walk you to the kitchen.

I walk you to the serving island and I have you sit at one end on a comfortable bar stool. I step between your legs and gently take your bottom lip between mine. I tug on it playfully. I know you are putty in my hands. That's one thing the two of us are in total agreement on.

I watch your eyes as you pull me close. I place my hand on your briefs that are being tented from your unzipped jeans. A moan fills the room.

I turn and walk to the counter knowing you are watching my every move. I remove a tea towel from a drawer and place something in the towel. As I walk back, your excitement is rushing through you.

As I get to the Island I place the towel on a bar stool and I come to you.

Without any warning I take your cock from your briefs and I pull at it. Gripping you quiet hard. I watch as you suck your tummy in and your eyes half close. The next thing you feel is my hot mouth on your cock. Teasing the swollen head. Running the bottom side of my tongue over and over on the head. You feel the slick of my tongue. The first attempt you make to push into my mouth, I back away.

You stand and begin to push your jeans and briefs down and step out of them. Your hard cock bouncing in front of you, pointing at me.

I begin to climb up on a bar stool as you sit back down on the edge of a stool. You look me over real good. Wanting to run your hands over my burgundy slip and bra. The shape of my legs in the dark stockings was so sexy to you. My burgundy half slip clung just below my belly bo and you could see the gold 'S' charm that I love for you to lick on. You liked to lick it as well, always gave you the chance to smell my sex, which made your need for me more intense. It would always seem to trigger our 'animal lust' that we shared for each other.

I stood in the center of the island. I looked down at you as I unhooked my bra. It was a front hook bra and as I opened it up, my breast were so full and tight, they just barely moved. Your cock pointing at me, my breast pointing at you.

I gave you a sexy smile as I bit my bottom lip. I see you pistoning your cock in your hand.

I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my burgundy slip. My hips rotated a little as I began to slide it down. Your hand had slowed down some.

As you see me sliding the slip down against the slick panty hose, you realize there are no panties under my hose. As I rolled it past my butt, I then laid down on the island.

Your cocked jumped as you seen the little camel toe formed with my panty hose. I sat up facing you, legs spread a little and I began to scoot to the edge of the counter, tugging my panty hose down as I done so. You were so intrigued by my breast and my exposed pussy. The panty hose had rolled down to my mid thigh by now and you could see my labia. You could see how the crevice between my legs went on and on towards my rounded ass.

I extended my stocking covered feet to you, you took them in your strong hands. You pulled me gently bringing me to the edge of the counter. I smiled as you placed the soles of my feet on your hard cock. I began to stroke you. 

You then reached between my knees and took the panty hose in your hands and started pulling them down. I never missed a stroke. When the panty hose reached my ankles, I pulled my feet from them and placed my feet on your balls. I smiled as I noticed some precum on the top of my foot.

You returned my smile as you took my foot to your mouth and licked my foot clean.

Without saying a word, I leaned to the side of the counter and picked up the tea towel and its contents. I began shaking it before the towel dropped on the counter.

You watched as I pryed the lid off of a can of Redi-Whip Whipped Cream.

You caught my glance as I took the nozzle to just behind my right ear lobe. I started a line of whip cream from there to my right nipple. Covering it, I then went across my chest to the left one. I then made a squiggly line to the center of my tummy and went down to my belly bo filling it with whipped cream. From there, I went to the top of my pussy and stopped.

Your mouth is watering as I sat the can down on the counter, and then I smiled that smile at you.

I asked softly," You need a spoon?"

You managed to get a grunted reply of " Uh Uh'" as you stood and went to my right ear.

I felt your breath on my neck and slipped into that zone. Your tongue teased and you sucked as you slowly devoured me. You left no signs of whipped cream on my tanned body. I wrapped my legs around your waist as you stood and cleaned me. I could feel you humping air.

You poked and scooped the whipped cream from my belly bo and then pushed me back gently as you drug your tongue to the top of my shaved pussy.

As you began to mouth me between my legs, you felt something taping your shoulder. You looked up to see the Redi-Whip can in my hand, I was tilting it from side to side.

The only thing you could say, as you took the can from me was, " Oh fuck...."

You shook the can a second and then started to apply the whipped cream to my pussy. Making mounds of whipped cream to be licked off of me. You felt my hand touch your arm and heard me say ..."Uh Uh..."

You looked at me as you stopped covering my pussy.

As I placed my index finger in my belly bo, I told you, " You know how you went deep with your tongue in my belly bo to get all the whip cream... Put that inside me. See if you can get it all out of there with that tongue."

You almost lost your load right then. But you knew what you had to do. You took your index finger and drug it through the mound of whipped cream and cleared the opening.

You took your middle finger and your index finger and spread me open. You then took the Redi-Whip can to your mouth and sprayed a shot of whipped cream in your mouth as you smiled that nasty smile.

I moaned, and then I closed my eyes.

I felt you push the nozzle just inside me, and there it was. I could feel the cream going in me. I could hear the sound of the aerosol can filling my tight hot pussy. Knowing to that you were about to 'empty it' made my first wave of pleasure hit and you seen a little gush of whipped cream come back out. My breathing let you know that you needed to get started before my intense orgasms done your job for you.

You sat the can down on the counter and began licking and rubbing your face all into me. Your tongue going as deep as it could go and then you sucked swallowing my sweet cream and the Redi- Whip. 

I wrapped my legs around your head holding you there and placed my hands on your head. Slowly I pulled you into my hot, sticky body. I started rubbing my pussy into your face uncontrollably.

Wave after wave of orgasms soared through me. 

I began to scoot away from you, trying to catch my breath. As you pulled me back to you, I pulled away again.

You placed your hands on the counter and you were straddling me before I realized it.

You placed your hands on my knees and separated my legs roughly.

"Now...I cleaned it out, now I am going to mix some more up for you." 

You grabbed the Redi-Whip and placed it hard against my pussy and began filling me again. You watched, and when it started coming back out you tossed the can in the floor.

Pulling my ass off the counter, you cupped my ass in your hands and plunged your hard cock deep into me. And then you pumped into me like an animal. Your face looked different, you grunted with every ram of your cock.

I was out of my zone and trying to be still. You were really drilling me. It was on the edge of painful. A place I had never been with you.

By now your jabs had become faster and harder and you shouted loud with each one. 

I could feel the melted cream going over my ass hole. As I focused on that feeling then another feeling got my undivided attention. 

You had placed your finger at my hole. "What should I do?", I wondered to myself. Now the edge of pain felt all right. But would that?

Your sweat was dripping on me as you crammed you so deep in me.

I felt a bit of pressure on my hole and then you released.

The pumping stopped and I could feel your spewing blast after blast of cum in me. You continued to shove deep every few minutes and grunted loud each time.

Your breathing began to return to normal.

I stayed still already feeling my pussy throbbing from the roughness of your fucking.

I watched as you looked at me. Your face began to soften just like it was on the sofa where I found you.

You pulled my spent body to yours. 

I could smell and feel the sweat from you.

You whispered in my ear softly, " You ok Baby?"

I smiled, kissed your sweaty neck and replied, "Shuggar, I am fine. Just another day." 

Just Another Day



Nothing like a string of bad days to keep a guy realistic. Mail delayed, trains delayed, busses delayed. Something about a rainy day that just makes you want to smile. Right. No big deal. Classes will be starting soon enough. Then I'll have a whole list of new problems to upset myself with. My only concern no was getting to the bookstore before it closed, which would be easier if it wasn't sunday. That's right..the "day he rested". I suppose a day of laziness makes the bus drivers God-like.

That's okay...I took the train anyway.

Coming out of the station in the area is like strolling into "Teeny-bopper" central. Wave after wave of cookie-cutter Britstina Speguileras clones, or droves of attention-craving "goths" who consider themselves unique only because they look exactly like all of their friends...and their friends' friends..and their friends' friends' friends. It must take alot of effort to be depressed when your parents have enough money to buy the planet. No big deal, round the corner..in the doors. 

The doormen...always the smartasses.. "Wet enough out there, buddy?"

My name is not buddy, asshole..."..as long as I keep my hair dry" Having a shaven head is great for one-liners. One-liners are great for not being too offensive as you walk by an idiot. Ah well. There's something misplaced about an escalator in a bookstore. It's amazing what you think of when you're tyring to keep your mind off of the day you're having.

I'd made uncommonly good time, for a sunday atleast, so I figured I'd check out some other reading while I was there. Bad mood means stopping and thinking, stopping and thinking means philosophy. Looking from sign to sign on top of each bookcase, I wondered...'they can put an escalator to accomidate their older costumers...but they don't accomidate their short ones?' Midgets are people too. What was I thinking....ah well, here's philosophy..

Now, I'm not a guy that's easily taken aback - but there are some things the mind just isn't ready for..even mine. That thing was her.

Don't get me wrong, she wasn't one of your run of the mill supermodels. Infact, one might be drawn to label her looks "Average", but I sure as fuck ain't "one"... and I know what I like. Believe me, in the idiotic moment I took to take her in, I was damn sure.

I may be a tall guy, but I like my women easy to maneuver, and that was her. She was short, maybe 5'2", give or take. Short hair, but don't ask me what color it was supposed to be before she dyed it dark blue. She was adorned in colors of shade. Black jeans..baggy, frayed at the bottom, probably because of her sneakers...black and navy tie-dye shirt. A black jacket was tied around her waist. I guess she was waiting out the weather.

She was reading Nietzsche.

Wow, I'd never known the true meaning of "piercing" when in reference to a set of spectacular eyes until she look at me...or within me I should say. From behind thin, artsy frames, two green rays like daggers into my soul. I was disarmed at frist glance. Hey, you would be too.

"Um...can I...help you?"

Yes, you can help me find where my jaw landed. "Hmm? Err, no, I'm sorry, I saw you were reading Nietzsche." I motioned to her book. "I've heard much about him, though never had the opportunity to read up on him much." See, 'heard much about him' means I heard the name in a movie once or twice. I couldn't get over her smokey, powder-esque voice. Like speaking to an old-time jazz singer.

"Well, I got caught in the rain, soooo...figured I'd wait it out." she qirked a brow and coy smirk, "It seems you know the feeling" She was likely noting my soaked, grey jacket. I was wearing similarly baggy black cargo pants and a tight black shirt, so the jacket was the only give away that I hadn't been smart enough to carry an umbrella.

I've never met a woman who could speak so softly, yet be so easily heard. It was like her voice was echoing through my mind and not even coming from between those supple lips. Naturally pink, mind you.

"Yeah, since I'm a genius I figured I'd neglect to bring an umbrella on a day when it was supposed to rain."

She giggled slightly. Not that ditzy, blonde giggle..the honest non-blonde, "I just happen to laugh this way", intelligent giggle.

"Well my TV's busted, so atleast I have an excuse." She had me there. We both smiled slightly and laughed it off. She had an honest smile. Come to think of it, everything about her felt honest.

Then came the momentary silence. You know, the moment where you continue to walk on you merry way after a brief interaction with a random stranger. Hell if I was lettin' this go...pfft, hell if I knoew what to say. Believe it or not..she did.

"Got a name, Genius?" Her voice trembled very sightly. You'd have to be looking for it to hear it. I guess I made her nervous. Well, being 6'1 and standing over someone can have that effect. No idea why she spoke to me then..

"Uh yeah...Thomas. Thomas Jackson. Everyone just calls me TJ, though." I squatted, hoping to be less imposing. However, with eyes like her's, I was the one who felt nervous. I extended a hand.

"Devon...pleased to meet you, TJ." She placed her hand in mine like silk sheets laid upon a bed. The tenderness of her hands beset contrary to the strength of her words. 'Devon'..something in that name could invert my very spirit about the planes.

"Likewise" I hated that word, but used it anyway. "This seat taken?"

"Only by ghosts."

"Oh they won't mind then." She smelled wonderful. Vanilla.

We sat and talked for a while. Discussed Nietzsche and Existentialism. I coudln't even spell existentialism a moment ago, and now I was discussing it like I knew what I was talking about. A few minutes later the rain lightened up. I couldn't let this come to an end. I stuttered through an invitation to the Starbucks around the corner. I hated Starbucks and everything it stood for, but it was all I could think of, which I told her. She giggled again and agreed, she hated it too. As she rose I moved slowly, taking in her visage. She wasn't super thin, nor was she by any means fat. Didn't look like the working out type either, but she certainly didn't spend hours infront of a TV all day. Atleast not more than I did.

The balance of her weight was in her legs, punctuated by an ass that begged to be caressed. Poetic curves along her sides playing to her chest as she turned. Her shirt rode slightly up to betray an elegant navel piercing. Maybe a B cup..sensible and balanced were her mind and body. I could feel myself wanting to lean foward, take her into me and with my tongue speak desire upon her neck as my gaze drew over it. Continuing up to a smirk played across those desirable lips, and caught again by her invading emerald stare.

"Ready?"

If you had any idea..how much I'd like to.."Certainly."

She ironically reiterrated my point about the escalators and we made our way to the door. Again with the idiotic doorman and his freakin' "Hey..go get 'em son!" Son..."Actually I'm probably older than you...son" said with a wink..smoothly done if I do say so myself. Again greeted by her always welcomed giggle.

As we got outside, the rain wasn't as bad but the wind was unrelenting. Her body melted into mine to evade the cold, the warm scent of vanilla encompasing me. Almost unconsciously my arm came around her as we both laughed at her inability to hold her balance. Fine with me, I could easily hold her forever. A couple blocks down we came upon the Starbucks. Hell if I remember what we ordered, but we spend the majority of our time commenting on the gathering of yuppies and lemmings. I couldn't help notice how beautiful she got the more time I spent with her. Every jazzy word to depart those supple lips melted my heart further.

Another one of those damn silences..as much as I'd love to spend the rest of the day lost in her eyes.."So..what would you like to do now?" Not even realizing how cocky that sounded. I may have been having a great time, but for all I know she wanted to get as far away from me as possible. Her fading smile was no help.

"Actaully..I really should be getting home. It's pretty late" I hadn't relize how dark it'd gotten.

"Oh, I hadn't realized how dark it'd gotten.." See? "Could I walk you home?"

I was so happy to see her smile return "I'd like that.."

The ride there was disturbingly uneventful. She was quiet. Seemed more of a contemplative silence than an uncomfortable one. She rested her head against my shoulder and sometimes closed her eyes for a good part of the train ride. Everything about her was so warm, so sensuous. Her aura surrounded me as we sat, so that I could nearly taste her spirit upon my tongue, or the vanilla of her scent. My whole body tingled and I strained concentration to keep my penis unmoving. I could barely help it. She made love to my senses without a touch and stole my self control with a relaxed sigh. My racing nervous heart only aided the bloodflow to my engorging member as my primal desires spoke loudly through my better judgement. Hopefully she didn't notice too much...but I'd wished I'd worn a long shirt.

Luckily I was able to regain my self..or should I say "lesser self" control before we had to stand up, having reached her stop. She smirked at me as we rose, again her emerald gaze piercing my hidden truths. It was a short walk to the door of her appartment, then a couple flights up to her room. Room 420. We'd have laughed about it if everyone else she'd ever known hadn't joked about it already. The door swung open and that very same scent caressed me as I walked in. Vanilla..warm...sweet..delicious. Quite fitting.

"Do you drink?" I took a moment to think of some quit-witted remark..

"Sure, surprise me." ..but failed.

"Have a seat, I'll get the drinks and be right out."

I nodded, and looked around a bit. It wasn't a huge place, but around here it was all you could ask for for any sort of normal money. The kitchen was to my left as I walked in. I took a deep breath and walked forward to the TV area. Also her bedroom, as evidenced by the burgundy futon taking place of what would be a couch infront of what was a very nice, but now useless television. Probably shorted out during the lightning the night before. I took a look out her window past the candles to the crystaline light of the risen moon..

"Here you go, turns out these're all I've got." I'll never get over that voice of her's...

"Oh hey, thanks." It's funny how minor details etch themselves in your mind so as to be relived infinately. A few wayward strands of hair lay just over her left eye as she leaned forward to hand me my drink. Jack and Coke..my kinda girl. She had to know I admired her.

We talked for what seemed like hours. I could barely concentrate, just gone in the symphonic sensuality of her piercing eyes, supple lips, and tender spoken voice. As she spoke I could see she had a tongue ring. Peeking like a single star in a moonlit night. I could feel my manhood coming to life within my pants and shifted, to no avail, trying to conceal it. With every surging pulse pleasure and desire wrestled through my body, my self control nowhere to be found. She may have noticed, as the conversation turned slowly to sex.

"Philosophy, I think, is bred out of sexuality. I think that's the core of most human depth" She had a point..I wanted her so bad I was digging deeper than I thought I could just to keep up with her. Her mind was amazing, even more tantilizing than her body...and that's saying quite a bit. "People become trained to hide themsleves and release their true feelings and desires in artwork and philosophy."

"So what do you really desire?" You're damn right I had to ask. We hadn't been paying attention to how much we were having. With so much alcohol in my bloodstream I wasn't exactly feeling reserved. Nor was she..with that trademark smirk she slid a free hand up my thigh towards my failingly hiding member.

"Probably the same as you." Her voice slithered into my heart...and it began to beat the true volume of my desire. Words were no longer necessary as we spoke soul to soul. Towards eachother our lips approached in kind...that delicous moment before the kiss...I could die within it for eternity...sweet sweet anticipation...our lips came to rest upon one another as we exhaled stolen breath, glasses falling to the floor, bodies following lead to entangle as forest vines upon her futon, her hand never leaving my swollen cock trapped beneath the material of my much unappreciated pants.

Our lips parted and tongues reached to mingle, dancing together within the warmth of our passionately joined mouths, my hands reaching to explore her body, barely able to control myself as I succumb to my need for her. I felt about her waist and caressed her wonderful hips and ass as her grasp upon my erection grew firm, a slow stroking drove me further into primal desires. My hands ventured more and her shirt came up slightly. My fingers slid to encircle her lucious breasts, her back arched into me as a small, ever so erotic moan escaped her busied mouth. Her pelvis ground against the seat as she shifted out of antsy frustration...far be it from me to leave a woman wanting..

My mouth moved to her neck...one source of her lovely vanilla warmth. Gently I kissed and drew moist ovals upon the soft skin about her neck and behind her ear as my hands slid down to her waistline. She had already undone her own pants..always a good sign. Slipping her out of her jeans I took time to caress her absolutely delicous ass, pelvis framed oh so tantilizingly by an elegant black thong. My hands down her thighs, my mouth's focus shifted down..down..slowly...down her stomach..stopping to kiss her navel..I loved navel piercings. Kissing an licking her just below her belly button, sliding her jeans over her ankles, having removed her sneakers. I looked up to her eyes...asking permission with my mind.

"Mmmhh..please do.." words that flowed so smoothly as myst upon shores. I laid my tongue upon her skin and drew a line down to her waiting crease. Her scent now was not of vanilla..but of sex...desire and lust. I kissed her inner thighs whilst exploring and massaging her body with warm loving hands. Her sqruims, gasps and purrings denoting her sensuous approval. As waves my hands met about her thong, sliding it down and off, before me now my shaven delicacy. Her pussy, so warm and wet now from our time together. Her desire expressed to me in a frustrated moan and muted thrust of her pelvis as I leaned in slowly to pleasure her.

Her legs took position over my shoulders as my arms curled underneath her. I wasted no time in licking once, slowly, up her slit. She tasted so sweet, so good..soo...I wanted so much more. I licked and sucked gently on her labia, all the while inhaling her wonderous scent. Her pussy was as a medow in which my tongue did so frolic..weaving hungrily between her inner and outer labia, teasingly up and down her slit, passing teasingly over her clit. She arched and squirmed, intocixated in the extacy. More and more she began to drip her sensuous dew, mixing fondly with my saliva as I dined contently upon her delicous sex.

I played innocently with her reactions. I truly enjoyed her so much. Watching her face take a frustrated brow as I slowed or stopped to tease her...watching her look go lost and drunk with pleasure as I focused and help apart her labia with my lips, circling her clit with my tongue for a moment. She was so wet..moreso than I'd ever seen. Her passionate drippings coated her anus quite desireabley..so I dared to sneak the tip of my tongue over it a few times. Seeing no objection I took time to circle her anus with the tip of my busy, wet tongue, adding a bit of getle pressure. Her sudden gasp concerned me, but my worried were relieved as she moaned aloud and shifted, allowing me more access to her glistening holes. Her shivers cued to me her enjoyment.

Every twtich of my tongue spoke pleasure and echoed through out her body as a pond, from corner to corner, raptured in feelings she became gone in a world of nothing but sensation. Much like the building waves of the ocean she arched and shuddered, breath and body, as her orgasms tore through her with abandon. Her spirit awakened and hungry..."Sit down..I want your cock..."

I obliged..as any man would, taking a seat and licking my lips as she took position between my legs, quickly undoing my zipper and button. She slid my pants half way down my thighs, the head my cock was already peeking through the front hole of my boxers. She took me into her hand and began stroking me. My cock pulsated in her hand as I rested back to view this beauty preparing to please me with those lips that just that day overtook my mind. She stroked me a few times before leaning forward, parting her sweet lips...and I watched as my growing cock slowly disappeared into her warm, wet mouth. As I sighed, she moaned with approval, then withdrawing my now rigid shaft, seven newly exposed inches now glistening with her saliva, her hand following up the path, stroking my wet cock slowly as she let her tongue travel freely. I was quite glad to have shaven that day as she licked my balls, occasionally taking one into her mouth, continuing to stroke my cock...feeling it throbbing.. harder, thicker, longer in her hand.

She barely made out "Your cock is so beautiful" as she swallowed it again..her mouth spiralling down my length and her hand following in kind. I could feel her tongue moving busily around my head, then up and down my shaft. I felt so good to be wanted so. Those piercing eyes made love to mine as her mouth pleasured me. As she stopped again to lick my balls, my precum oozed out onto her hand..she rose to lick it off, only for some to reside on her cheek. She licked her lips and continued...enjoying herself..as was I. Her other hand was buried, busied in her dripping pussy, fingering deep and playing with her clit...moaning on my cock as she shuddered with her own achieved pleasure...her eyes falling half closed.

She climbed up onto me, straddling my cock...my head resting just at her hole..dripping down onto me, I could feel how amazingly hot she was. She spoke before I could..

"I'm on the pill" all I needed to know as I took her by her hips and slid her down slowly...inch by inch sinking deep within her warm lust. With each inch of my rigid cock she let out a gasp or moan, overtaken by the feeling of being now one with me. Over and over we relived this passionate union. Her pleasure built and she made a mess of me as with repetition after repetition my cock slid deep into her. Over and over, in and out, so slow..so deep. I angled her perfectly for my head to stimulate her G-spot..I never did miss, but surely did tease. She begged me to pleasure her and I was none to disagree.

The passion was intoxicating. Our hands became eyes taking in the artwork of eachother's lines. I took her breast into my mouth and spoke pleasure to her nipple with my tongue..encircling it much as I had her clitoris. She began slamming herself down onto my erection. I thrusted upwards to meet her, slamming hard and deep into her..trying to take care still not to hurt her. Her head rested upon my shoulder, licking at my ear as she gasped and moaned in joy. She spoke softly to me again.."Mmhh..Fuck me.." and I obliged..sliding my whole length in and out of her..reentering her with every thrust. Her moans told her tale of enjoyment and I smiled. Time and time again her body quaked as she came and came all over my cock..now glistening wet with her passion, her pussy pouring down even more.

Time was gone as a concept and our movements found me standing behind her as she presented herself on her knees on the couch. A beautiful view of her ass displayed for me...watching her lips spread as my cock pierced her sent me reeling with passion...she now ordered me to fuck her...harder..deeper...she felt so good. Every echo of pleasure cascaded through our paired spirits. Every motion echoed through her body as I plowed deep, my hands flowing over her back, then grasping her hips as she crashed harder into me. I felt my peak approaching but fought with all conviction to evade it. I never wanted this to end...this sacred being here, combined with me, this everlasting moment. I could live and die a thousand lifetimes in that moment with her.




Just Another Day



"I want it in my ass.." She demanded, as her body relaxed, muscles barely able to support herself, ravished repeatedly by unrelenting orgasm. Barely within my senses I spread open her lucious ass, looking down at her beautiful puckered asshole. Who could resist watching my thick rod sliding in and out of her, covered in her cum juices. With my fingertip I spread her warm juices around the opening of her ass and gently slid my finger in. She exhaled deeply and I felt her puckered hole relax around my finger as I gently fucked her with my cock. Happily teased, yet obviously frustrated she pleaded "Put it in...put it in..I need it, I need it!"

I unsheathed myself from her dripping hole and pressed my head onto her tight ass. "Mmmmm.." she purred as my head popped in and I slid slowly into her hot, tight ass. My cock slid slowly inside her, her tight rim massaging my shaft. I knew I wouldn't last long. My hands glided foreward over her body and arond to grasp her breasts as I leaned over her to kiss her neck, and whisper to her how absolutely wonderful it felt to be with her. She screamed in utter joy and gripped tightly the futon's fabric as she sat back into my thrusts into her rectum. Her soft ass felt so soft as it slammed against me. Her body was so warm..so tender beneath me. I held her body tight to me and closed my eyes. It was like listening to classical music. Every movement, moan, caress, gasps and even our heartbeats...all playing tot he same erotic symphony. I felt my peak approaching and fought dearly to avoid it..she heard my thoughts...she was certainly close enough to.

"Are you close?" she so gently whispered...

I let out a barely audible..."yeah." amongst my heavy breathing. 

Her response was most welcomed.."Cum all over me"

In that moment, all the passion and erotic fury came together. I slid out of her ass and grasped my cock just as my passion erupted in the form of both an animalistic grunt and volley upon volley of hot, creamy cum coming to rest upon her lower back and rear end...dripping slowly down between her legs.. Her breath shuttered and I watched as she continued slowly fingering herself as my cum dripped onto her hand...reaching to her lips to taste it.

Short of breath, and with a giggle..."Nice meeting you"

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet..."



Just Another Day



Just Another Day At The Office

As Peter McKenzie exited the bus, he failed to notice what a beautiful day it was. Just another day at the office he thought to himself, just another like any other. How the 30 year old thought to himself had his life slipped into such a boring routine. The once driven stock broker had lost his youthful enthusiasm, oh sure the economy had dampened many a brokers spirit, but what did he have to look forward to each day. He thought for a moment about the many colleague's desk filled with pictures of their wives, family, girlfriends. How was it that despite his efforts he had none of that in his life. Lack of commitment, he heard it from all three of the women he had become involved with. You are too focused on yourself, no room for anyone else. They were right he thought, they were right. 

Suddenly he was jolted to reality as he ran into another person. I'm, I'm so sorry he said. As he looked up to see who he had collided with he saw her. The beautiful auburn hair and angelic cream complexioned face. Humph, she snorted and continued on to an elevator held open by a smiling young broker looking eager to win her affection. Good morning Ann he bubbled. God he thought to himself, did I look and act like that once. Ann, Ann, he liked the sound. He had never heard her name before, seen her almost daily for as long as he worked in the building. Charlie a long ago coworker said she was married and not open to flirting. He should know too, Charlie was a living legend in the firm. He had a way with women, how did he do that.

As the doors opened to his floor his PDA alarm went off, oh shit, he thought I forgot I have that damn meeting. He had volunteered to be the firm's safety officer. All the new safety officers had to meet with building security. Although his drive to succeed was in need of Viagra lately, he new he had to take on some of these bullshit roles that senior firm employees had to do as they moved "up the ladder." He checked voicemails and emails, made his morning hello's to his boss, and the secretary with the big tits. God he thought 5 minutes with those, even if they are fake.

He entered the security manager's office and the secretary asked what he wanted without even looking up. She pointed to a room and said Mr. Smitherman will be with you in a little while. Have a seat and fill out a security check form. Security check he thought, holly crap. What a pain, he thought for a moment and decided there wasn't anything for him to worry about. Unless they could find out that he chatted on line and did cyber sex every now and then, nah he thought.

As he walked into the room he was looking at the daunting form and he almost tripped over a pair of attractive legs. He blurted out an apology and looked to see who their owner was. It was her, Ann, he blushed with embarrassment. Well, I see whatever was distracting you earlier is still on your mind. Yeah he muttered uncomfortably. She probably thinks I'm a dork. The secretary with the charm stuck her head in the door and said Mr. Smitherman will be unable to meet with you, but fill out the security check forms and give them to me when you're don, and don't ask me I don't know anything about them. She closed the door behind her as she left. The two paused and then started to laugh. She used to be in PR you know, they laughed more. 

They both gazed at the 4 paged two sided forms. Name, date of birth, every where you've ever lived, references back 10 years. You've got to be kidding he said. She said you know this would be good to have a man fill out before dating him. Right he said. Date, did she say date. Maybe this was going to be a good day after all. Hi, I'm Peter McKenzie. Nice to meet you Peter I'm Ann McIntire. Ah, a kinsman he said. They laughed.

The forms were detailed, taxing the memory for information. They talked the whole time, sharing their history and background. Time passed and slowly. There shared there family background, stories, the questions made it easy to comfortable to share. It was almost like a script that had been handed to them. Their likes, dislikes, education was all so similar. Religion, culinary preferences, and oh, their relationship histories. Their careers had similar paths as well and they found themselves sharing more than either was prepared to. They sensed in each other the readiness now to find a special someone. The money and success had left an emptiness that both longed to fill. 

The dragon lady poked her head in and said I'm going to lunch, just put those on my desk when you're done. She had a contemptuous look as if to say what have you two been up to. Oh my God Ann said, we've been at this for three hours. I'm sorry they said simultaneously, both willing to take the blame for distracting the other. They laughed. Oh, what a wonderful laugh each thought of the other. They quickly finished the forms and headed for the door. As they walked to the elevator there was a noticeable silence, each not wanting it to end, but not wanting to say the wrong thing and end any hope of developing further. When she pushed the down button, he pushed the up of the adjacent elevator. She broke the silence. I hear you're firm is going to move into a newly renovated suite just above us. That's right he said as he put his hands in his pocket to hide the mild tremors he was experiencing. He was giddy like a schoolboy he was desperately trying to think of something witty to say. Then at once his hand hit the key in his pocket, the key, the key to the new suite. Would you like to see the suite he said, extracting the key like a prize. He said it so exuberantly she stepped back. She laughed and said sure but tomorrow. I have to get to a meeting. I promise she said. I'll meet you in the lobby, I notice we always get here at the same time. She had noticed him he thought.

He tossed and turned in bed that night thinking of her. He didn't want to come across to boldly, can't scare her, go easy let it happened. But then his mind would wonder and he finally fell asleep after pleasuring himself and thinking of her. The next morning was like a dream. Everything around him seemed new better some how. When he exited the bus this morning he noticed how clear and beautiful the sky was. He saw her in the lobby and her smile betrayed her feelings, he knew she felt the same way. As they greeted she took his hand and squeezed it. It felt wonderful. As they rode the elevator they were rejuvenated and talked quickly back and forth about their jobs, their bosses, how routine work had become. This time they were without the script and the conversation flowed naturally and enthusiastically. When they got to the suite workman were leaving, mumbling about the idiot that forgo to coordinate the delivery of some thing or another. They said "lock the door when you leave we are not coming back today".

They entered the suite. The smell of newness filled the room. The work was almost done and some furniture had already arrived. They walked about talking, laughing, like little children. He wait til you see the view from my bosses office. He took her hand and they ran down and around and finally opened a door into a beautiful paneled office. Wow she said. There to the side was the biggest most gorgeous mahogany desk she had ever seen. She went and leaned over and spread her arms across it. He gazed at her luscious ass and longed to gab it and take it as his own. She must have sensed his reaction and stood up. As she turned he was looking away. He wanted her to know he respected her. He looked and saw a workman's boom-box. He went to it and turned it on finding an easy listening station. Out came a sweet sound he walked to her and she took his hand instinctively and they began to dance. 

Time stood still as they move, turned, dipped acting as one. It seemed like hours, but had only been 3 songs when their lips met. The passion washed over them their minds lost in the sensuousness of the moment. They broke finally, panting and he looked at her and said you are beautiful, I love you. The words shocked even him, never had he uttered them with such spontaneity and honesty. She walked up to him looking him in the eye and said did you mean that. Yes he said, and a tears welled in his eyes. She stood before him took his hands and placed them upon her breasts. She threw her head back enjoying the moment that she had so longed for. She fell into his arms. He picked her up and took her to the bosses desk. They looked in each other's eyes as their cloths almost magically disappeared. They both drank in the vision of the other. 

He picked her up and sat her on the desk, knelt before her and pausing, paying homage parted her trembling thighs and kissed her thighs and then the essence that is woman. He moved slowly deliberately and forgot his own needs. It was not long before she shuttered and cooed a sound he found angelic in nature. He stood and held her, amazed that as excited as he was he was not driven to greedily satisfy himself. She looked into his eyes with the look of satisfaction not often achieved. She kissed him deeply then worked her way down his neck and chest. She kissed his belly and paused to tongue his navel, feeling satisfied in the quiver it provoked. She took his cock into her mouth an act to date she had never relished, but it was so different this time. She slid her mouth up and down pampering it with her tongue. Licking at the slit of the beautiful bulbous head. She stroked him and gentle caressed his balls envisioning just how it must feel. 

She gazed up at him and he looked down at her, nostrils flared and the look of one possessed with passion. He pulled her to her feet and picking her up lowered her onto his hard cock as she wrapped her legs around, Their movements were slow at first, but then torrent. He thought how she gripped him like no other he had ever been with and she thinking how he fit like he had been made for her. They were lost to the moment and sensed in each that the finale was near. He thrust her deep and hard as his cock spewed forth the liquid of love. They went back against the desk, she sitting and he standing before her still inside. He would make his cock smell flexing his cock muscles, her responding in kind. He was kissing her neck enjoying the smell of her perfume, which he new he would never forget. In the background was a sound, he had not focused on it. It became loader and suddenly she yelled honey what is that, Ho looked up over her shoulder and froze gripping her tight...

Tuesday, September 11, 2001 was a day like any other. The hopes and dreams dashed to the ground with the towers will never be known or realized. Life is too short. Seize the present with all of your might and do not fail to enjoy the unexpected opportunity.



Just Another Day



'How the hell am I ever going to get out of this?' Casey thought. The early morning sun peaked through the blinds. She kept her eyes closed, not really wanting to open them. Maybe if she didn't, then there was a good possibility that things might be back to normal. The way it was "before". Before she ran away from the life she used to have.

The music from her alarm clock suddenly kicked on. Still, she didn't open her eyes. It was a just a reminder of what she did. Then again, everything was a constant reminder.

"You gonna get that?" the voice next to her asked, sleepily.

With a heavy sigh, Casey finally opened her eyes. She was right where she was the night prior. The same place she had been for the last couple of months now. "Yea. I'm getting up."

Casey quickly got herself out bed to shut off the alarm. She quietly pulled clothes out of the dresser she shared with him in the tiny bedroom. She slipped on a pair of short navy shorts and a white T-shirt. She ran her hands through her thick, red hair, trying to make herself look somewhat presentable. 'How presentable can you be when you're only getting a few hours of sleep every night?'

She tiptoed to the bedroom door. Casey was just about to open it when he called out to her, "Where ya goin'?"

She paused for a moment. Damn! Almost made it out the door. "I gotta go watch my kids," she responded, not turning around. Like I've had to everyday for the last two and half months. She felt his eyes all over her ass.

"Hmmmmm," he considered, "I like those shorts you got on."

"Thanks." She turned slightly to face him.

"Weren't you gonna say goodbye?" he asked, propping himself up on the full size bed.

She turned back to him. "I thought you were sleeping. I didn't want to disturb you." Casey bent down to kiss him lightly on the lips. She felt his hand run up the back of her thigh, under her shorts.

"No panties?" he smirked.

"No. I've got a pair on."

He lifted the material of her shorts up. Peeking through the swell of her ass cheeks was a multi pastel colored thong. "Nice." He smiled wantonly at her. "Ya got time for a lil cock lovin' before you go?"

She didn't, but she knew that wasn't going to be the answer he wanted to hear. "I don't know Jamie. I'm runnin' kinda late today."

His hand slid back down her thigh. Giving her a look of dejection, Jamie pulled her shorts back down over her ass. "You don't have a few extra minutes for me?" he asked again, his voice heavy with guilt, "For everything I've been doing you?"

She glanced up at the digital clock in the corner of the room. She had the same amount of time that she had yesterday. And the day before that. How the hell did she get herself into this? And how the hell was she ever going to get out of it? Flashing him a weak smile, Casey ran her hand under the sheets. "I've got a few minutes, baby."

Letting her leg go, Jamie slid forward slightly, folding his hands behind his head. "Good," he said with a smile.

Casey bent over the bed as she ran her hand up his thigh. He snaked her underneath the elastic of his underwear. She felt Jamie shudder slightly as she wrapped her fingers around his growing hardness. She lightly caressed his cock, pulling gently here and there. He moaned approvingly as she continued to stroke him.

"Use your other hand, too," he moaned. Casey reached under to gently tug his balls as she continued to pull on his cock.

Jamie flipped the frayed blue sheet off him, wanting to see her work. He nodded to his underwear. "Why don't you take them off?" Casey let go of his stiffening member. As she pulled the restraining material down toward his ankles, his cock sprang to attention, waiting for her. She wrapped her fingers around him and quickly began jerking him off. What were the chances she could get him off before she had to suck it again?

"I think my balls could use some more of your attention," he directed, spreading his legs apart to give her access. Apparently her chances weren't THAT good.

Casey bent down, positioning her face between his legs. She slowly ran her tongue over his hairy scrotum. "Yea, that's it," he encouraged her. He ran his other hand through her hair, holding her head where he wanted her to be. "Suck on them, baby."

She continued to stroke his cock, as she gently pulled one of his testicles between her lips. She circled her tongue over the taut skin. After a moment, she let him plop out of her mouth. She quickly sucked in the other, giving it the same attention as its predecessor.

As Casey sucked his balls, Jamie ran a hand up the back of her leg, over the curve of her ass. He rubbed her pussy, probing her here and there. She shifted her legs, but he still couldn't get access into her. "You alright, baby?" he questioned her.

"Yea," she mumbled, her mouth full of his balls. She wasn't in the mood for sucking his dick, let alone him jamming his fingers into her cunt. "I'm still a little tired." She ran her tongue underneath his sac, hoping to distract him enough from her apparent lack of interest. "Just rub gently," she asked politely.

Jamie's hand suddenly fell away from her still dry pussy, her ball sucking distraction finally paying off. "Alright! Alright!" Jamie said breathlessly. He pulled her hand off his cock. Gripping it himself, he smacked it against her cheek a few times. "Suck my cock now. Real nice."

Casey ran her tongue around his sac and up the shaft of his cock. She swirled her tongue around the underneath of his cock head. "You are such a cock tease," Jamie moaned as he moved his cock around her tongue. Using his dick like a paintbrush, he painted Casey's lips with the combination of his pre-cum juice and her saliva.

"Enough..." Jamie pressed his cock head against her glistening lips. He sucked in hard as he watched the tip gently part them. Casey dipped her head forward slightly, allowing his cock to fill her mouth.

She slowly began to bob her head on his member, occasionally running her tongue around the tip. Jamie grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling hard when she hit the right spot. He felt the pressure build up in his cock. "Time to switch," he said, pulling his dick out of her mouth with an audible pop. "Get on your knees," he directed her, climbing out of the bed.

Glancing over at the clock, Casey quickly dropped to the hardwood floor. 'Shit!' she thought. Now she was officially going to be late. She was going to have to speed this up.

Jamie waved his cock playfully at her face, smacking Casey lightly on the cheeks and lips. "Stick your tongue out, baby."

Obediently, Casey did as she was told. Jamie drew wide circles with his cock head on her tongue. She let him do his work. Casey stole a glance at the clock. 'This is nuts," she thought. She grabbed his cock and stuffed it into her mouth. Without stopping, she simultaneously pistoned her head on his cock and cranked him with her hand. After a few moments of this exquisite torture, Jamie pulled her hand off him.

'Come on!' Casey thought. She grabbed his shaft again. She really had no time for this bullshit. Jamie, though, was having no parts of it. He pulled his hips back, withdrawing himself from her mouth. He reached down to lift her face up toward his. His massive erection swung menacingly in her face. Casey did her best to hold his hungry stare. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes. She quickly averted his stare. This was not what she wanted. She wanted to be home. Her home. Not in this dump, sucking the cock of a guy she didn't even like.

"No hands, baby," Jamie corrected her. In one swift motion, Jamie thrust his cock back into Casey's wet mouth. He held her head still as he fucked her lips. She gagged slightly as the tip of his dick tickled the back of her throat. "Yea!" Jamie moaned thrusting his hips at her face, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. That's some cock suckin."

Casey felt his member twitch in her mouth. 'Finally!' she thought. She mentally braced herself for his load, but Jamie pulled his dick out again. 'Again!' "C'mon, baby," Casey begged, "I want your cum in my mouth."

Jamie ignored her plea. Holding his engorged cock out of the way, he command Casey, "Suck my balls."

"Oh, baby." She feigned disappointment as best she could. This was going on way too long. "I just want to feel you load down my throat."

"You will, sweetheart," he said grabbing her by the back of the head, "Oh, you will. Now suck on my balls." He forced her head underneath him. She proceeded to lick and suck and his nads again. "Yea. That's right." He held her head tight against him. "Suck 'em, you whore. Suck 'em good."

Casey ran her tongue all over him, from his asshole down to his balls. Suddenly, she felt her head being pulled away. He forced his cock back in her mouth. "Suck it," Jamie said, trembling, "I'm gonna come."

After a few hard thrusts, Jamie withdrew again from her mouth. Casey closed her eyes in frustration. 'What the fuck? Is he doing this on purpose or what?' He stroked his cock waiting for her to open her eyes. "Open your mouth," he instructed. Jamie put the tip of his dick into her waiting mouth. He jerked the shaft faster and faster.

"Stick out your tongue," he directed breathlessly.

Casey complied. She felt his cock jerk, then explode the moment his tip touched her tongue. Wave after wave and sperm shot out from his member, coating her tongue. Casey held on. Sperm overflowed from, dripping down onto her chin onto the floor. Jamie smiled widely in pleasure. He gave her a slight nod. She winced slightly as she quickly swallowed the sticky mess.

His dick stood out in front of her face, occasionally touching her lips and chin. Jamie used his member to wipe his remaining mess off her face. He offered the remnants back up to her. Casey obediently opened her mouth, accepting his tool. She quickly slurped up the mess. Jamie exhaled sharply throwing himself back on the bed.

Casey smiled weakly at him as she got up to head to the bathroom. "Maybe you should consider brushing your teeth again before heading to your husband's place," Jamie called out.

***

"I'm on way now," Casey said into her cell phone, sitting at the red light.

"This was all your idea, Casey," the voice on the other side said to her, clearly irritated.

"I'm sorry, Dennis. I over-slept. Someone must've been playing with my alarm again," Casey said, tears of frustration streaming down her face.

"I don't care. This was ALL your doing. You ran away, Casey. Remember?"

"You don't have to keep bringing that up. I know what I did, Dennis."

"Yea, I do, Casey. Maybe if you accepted some responsibility once in your life, just ONCE, we wouldn't be in this situation." The voice paused for a moment. Casey cringed. She knew what was coming next. It was always the same. "You came up with this crazy arrangement. It was more important for you to be with your boyfriend, then to fix our family. Know what? You want to fuck up your life? Fine. I don't give a shit any more. Just stop fucking up mine. You've done enough damage."

"I know," Casey responded helplessly to his tirade.

"If you know, then be here on time!" she heard him say as he abruptly hung up the phone.

Sitting at the green light, Casey pressed her forehead against the steering wheel. Denny definitely hated her now. And all she wanted was to come home. A car honked its horn behind her. 'How the hell am I ever going to get out of this?' she thought. 



Just Another Day



Just another day really, nothing special to begin with. We had been in through the morrning, and we'd been out in the afternoon. We'd done some shopping for the flat, had a few giggles, a little bit off teasing and some playful jokes but now we were back. I had made a cup of tea for myself, a coffee for him, with a biscuit on the side. Every inch the happy domestic scene, but isn't it always the case that you only hear the 'something's going to happen' music in bad movies?

He was on the computer, playing games. I was almost desperate for him to hold me and cuddle me and to make me feel special but I didn't dare push it for fear of rejection. we'd had one too many of those moments in recent weeks.

I had a special reason for these needs, for my desire to be cherished. I wanted to know he would trust me, and love me. Unknown to him I had been to the adult entertainment shop in town and bought an item that I was praying he would like. We all have desires, and our own ideas about what our partners really want.

So I waited until I thought I could get his attention without seeming too pushy. He finally turned away from the computer, smiling as he had beaten the machine again and as he reached his hand out toward me I took it and snuggled closer, stroking his arm and loving the feel of his warm skin.

Gradually he seemed to relax and accept my attentions, laying back on the settee with his eyes closed. I moved my attention to his chest, gently opening the buttons of his shirt and smoothing the skin underneath. Clean skin, still scented with citrus shower gel and whatever deodorant he had used that morning. Following my hands with my lips. I was getting turned on just touching him but was still worrying about when or whether I should let him know what I had bought. What if he didn't like it? Sometimes when you're trying to get your partner and your life to a new level it can feel like standing on the edge of a cliff.

I could see the slight bulge in his jeans and knew I was affecting him, which had an equal affect on me, the heat rising in my stomach, the liquid sensation moving inside my groin.

Slowly I released the jeans to allow his cock freedom and gently pulled them and his underwear off him. He mumbled something but to be honest I wasn't listening. I was focused on what I was doing. I bent lower and took his cock in my mouth, savouring the taste and how easily it fitted, he started writhing slightly and his breath was quickening. Now I thought, if I'm gonna do this it has to be now!

He had seemed in the past to enjoy me touching his anus and I had become more confident in touching him there, even inserting my finger slightly and he really seemed to enjoy it. So I had been reading about different ways of giving a man pleasure and on a whim had bought a strap-on and lube. It was hidden just under the front of the settee. Call it planned spontaneity.

So I asked him to roll over so I could stroke and kiss his back and his cheeks. Thankfully he complied. As I stroked and kissed him, especially his cheeks, he was making slight grinding movements into the settee. He couldn't deny he was enjoying himself. I parted his cheeks and started running my tongue along the crack – at which he almost involuntarily raised his arse higher. In my head I wanted a video of the scene, of him offering himself to me. I reached down with one hand and got my new toy out. I had been practising putting it on so I didn't make a fool of myself. Had I posed in fron tof the mirrror with it on? Of course. I'd loved its weight, and the way it looked. I was still kissing his cheeeks, leaving my hands free to put it on.

He sensed I was up to something and tried to move to see what I was doing but I told him to stay still, to ust wait and see. And yes, the fact that he trusted me, and turned his head down so he couldn't see was also a turn on. I got the lube out and started gently massaging it around his hole and a little on the dildo. Then I instructed him to slide his legs off the settee and onto the floor slightly apart so I could kiss his balls. He did as I asked so I flicked my tongue over his balls and started massaging his cock which was just hard enough to let me know I was still doing okay. Do I love the weight of his balls on the tip of my tongue? Oh yes...

Then I said to him 'We are doing something different tonight' and before he could say anything I laid the dildo against his arse. He stiffened slightly but didn't try to pull away. Did he know what I was going to do? I like to think so. I like to think I'd judged him right, that I'd known what he wanted all along. I continued stroking his cock, warm, firm, pulsing in my hand, and using my other hand positioned the strap on at the entrance to his arse. Then, holding my breath, almost sick with desire and anxiety I gently but firmly started to push it into him. Slowly at first because I didn't want to hurt him and I so wanted to give him pleasure. There was resistance at first but gradually the muscles relaxed and accepted the probing, so I pushed in still further and started slowly rotating my hips, feeling more and more confident. He moaned and I thought 'Oh God I got it wrong' but when I asked if he wanted me to stop he said 'no'. Just that. Yes he was moaning, but they were moans of pleasure, deep, baritone moans of joy that had no words, just emotions and lust written into them. 

And me? By now I had both my hands on his hips; I was fucking him and the sounds he was making turned me on even more. I was so wet underneath the straps, each thrust as my pussy hit his cheeks causing amazing sensations within me. I tried not to go too hard or fast but he was pushing back onto me now almost desperately and then it happened. I wouldn't have believed it could happen if I hadn't seen it but he orgasmed, his body shaking beneath me. I slowed the movements down and waited for him to calm before withdrawing altogether, gently massaging his cheeks as I did so. There was a sob in his throat as he caught his breath, trying to recover.

Gradually I realised he hadn't cum in any physical sense; his cock was only semi- hard but his reactions were real. I asked him if he was ok - he mumbled something which I took to be some sort of yes. Slowly I ran my fingers across his now very wide arse hole and as I did he stiffened and arched to meet my hand. I recognised a movement I've made myself. 'Do you want more?' I asked, 'Please' was all he could manage.

So I entered him again, easily this time. there was no need to be subtle or discreet; he knew what was coming. I had lost all ability to think by now, but when he reached back to hold his bottom cheeks apart my pulse rate went through the roof. I was pumping him hard and fast, he was moaning and writhing beneath me and I knew I was close to cumming and told him so and we orgasmed together; all I could think of in my head was 'You're mine now.'

I had almost collapsed on top of him, so as my breathing returned to normal I withdrew and he rolled over to look at me. He still hadn't ejaculated; that gorgeous cock of his was half erect, shiny with preccum but nowhere near as stiff as I'd seen it other times. It wasn't just about his cock. He looked different somehow, more aware and more knowing. The way he looked at me and the dildo sent wonderful quivers of expectation through me.

'Your turn now' he said and pushed me to the floor and removed the strap on. He put his head straight between my legs and started licking my wet pussy, a little roughly maybe but I didn't care. It felt so good, too good almost. Suddenly he pushed his finger deep into me with his tongue still teasing my clit and I exploded again. God, this was so good. 

Before I had time to come down from the place he had sent me his rock hard cock was inside me pumping away, he was almost growling words at me. Words of love or self assertion, I hadn't a clue and didn't care. I was starting to climb to that special place again and he took me there with the most explosive orgasm I had ever experienced as he filled me with his cum.

It took a while for either of us to speak or do anything other than just lie there and touch one another gently. Finally he said ' I need a cigarette' to which I giggled. We were back to earth again, but we were different, and we both knew it.



Just Another Day



As we drove back from the pub where we'd first met, leaving her husband to join us later, her hand reached across and found my cock already swelling with the anticipation of what was to come. I wear jeans most of the time, always commando, and my cock had found its way down my left leg and was proceeding to grow down in that direction, her hand slowly tracing its length made me rock hard and very sensitive.

I parked the car in her driveway and we made it through the door into the hall, where she turned and started to kiss me with her big, inviting mouth, at the same time her right hand slipped down and started to roughly grapple with my belt, then unbuttoned my flies and reached down to release my hard cock.

She had to pull my jeans down over my buttocks in order to allow my hard 8 inches to escape and as it sprung out, it's end already glistening with a little pre-cum.

My hand was around her waist and I was feeling the soft curve from the small of her back down to the cheeks of her bottom, tracing the line of her leg as both disappeared round to the warm damp triangle of cloth covering her soft mound.

I watched her bottom wiggle as she led the way up the stairs to her bedroom and before I knew it I had her dress off over her head, her outstretched arms revealing her firm pert breasts, flat stomach and almost transparent black lace thong, behind which I could discern a small line of neatly trimmed dark hair.

I pushed her gently back onto the bed and sank to my knees between her thighs; parting her legs I leant forward and kissed her firm stomach, tracing a line of the finest down towards the top of her thong. My hands on her thighs, I slowly felt upwards until my thumb came into contact with the warm damp lace that only just covered her pussy.

Looking down I gently lifted the loose material aside, revealing a perfect, smooth, almost hairless pair of glistening lips, only a half inch wide line of perfectly trimmed hair running down to the smooth pink hood that encased her swelling clit. As I moved closer I could detect the sweet, musky aroma of her eager cunt. Lowering my tongue closer to her clit, she could feel my breath on her just as I slipped a finger gently in between her wet lips and slid easily into her tight pussy.

Her muscles closed around me as she bucked against my hand and all I could think of, as my flicked against her erect bud, was how it would feel to have my cock inside this strong athletic body. I looked closely at he way her swollen lips parted and then lay against my tongue as it slid around, entering her then flicking against her clitoris as her pussy opened slightly, inviting me in further.

She pulled me up toward her and I knew she wanted the same thing. I knelt on the floor, she on her back on the bed with her legs apart and bent so her knees were up by her shoulders, I looked down and positioned my cock at the entrance of her glistening pink flower, teasing her with the tip, moving it between her lips and pushing it just slightly against her yielding muscle until I could resist temptation no more.

As my weight leaned against her I could feel my cock slowly push past the soft, wet entrance and then, as if entering a warm cave, her strength at once parted the way allowing me in and at the same time seemed to suck me ever deeper. The warm slippery sides to her cunt both lured me and closed around me. I felt like I'd never want to leave. I slowly pushed further to the sound of her warm deep moan until, just before my hilt reached her beautifully curved mound, she gasped as my cock reached her cervix.

I stayed there for a few blissful moments allowing the pressure of my weight to press against her, eliciting a squeal of divine pain and pleasure as she rocked her hips against mine, her legs moving gently back and fore in the air. Then I watched as I pulled my now glistening shaft out, her lips appearing to cling on, following the direction of my cock as if not wanting me to leave.

As it almost slipped from her I thrust with all my resolve back into the glorious confines of this wonderful woman, increasing the strength and speed of the rhythm, thrusting harder and faster our hips rocking to meet each other with a frenzied urgency, her muscles squeezing me, sucking me, gripping and coaxing me until I started to feel a wave of pleasure rising from the tips of my toes through my legs and rapidly taking over every muscle in my being.

Her breath became fast and her voice higher as she breathily gasped for me to cum inside her. We bucked against each other, faster and harder until she yelped and moaned like an animal and my hips thrust hard against her as I felt wave after wave, stream after stream of my cum spraying into her, her pussy filling up and at the same time contracting around me, sucking me in, convulsing around my hard cock.

After a moment of recovery, slowly pulling my tool from her, I knelt between her legs and watched as her pink lips continued to move involuntarily to the beat of her panting breast. Like an oyster moving in its shell, the lips closed and opened, the muscles contracting and relaxing until a long, white stream of my cum slowly flowed from her inner sanctum, tracing its way down her cheeks and, as it was about to flow away, I leaned forward and allowed it back into my, licking her wet pink folds until the flow had stopped. Sliding up until our mouths met. We kissed. Her mouth opening to receive the mingled juices of her sex, my mouth and our cum.

"Oh! Papa, is it always this good?" 



Just Another Day at 33rd Avenue



The morning begins with a slash, as Beethoven suddenly descends upon our neighborhood, loud and liquid flowing into the alleys and through the crevasses in the walls.

The bums arouse with this, exchanging smiles, then scraping their pockets for bits of bread and stale pizza they rummaged from the trash bins the previous night. We arouse too, me with my customary morning affliction and you with the remains of your dreams.

I waddle towards the bathroom but am restrained by your rigid arm as it sneaks and snakes down to inquire below. I sigh rolling my eyes up in anticipation and praying my bladder doesn't spill at the wrong moment. Your eyes do the talking and I obey, parting-lifting your robe to be presented with a view of your rose in bloom, crowned by a laurel wreath of soft curly down in hues of chestnut fire.

Tasting your pink petals deeply, I uncork your nectar as it spews out with warmth and that cheesy smell I have learnt to lust for. You oblige by unlocking your passage in a yoga posture that simultaneously exerts assertive pressure on my lower back, further lengthening my shaft so it almost becomes impossible to leverage.

Your eyes signal Yes, and I decide to hold back just to tease you, listening to Beethoven floating on pussy odor instead. It's a bad idea, because that gets me so horned up that moaning grunts deep in my abdomen, I kneel between your gates of venus.

Now it's your turn to tease and as usual you are far better at it than I, turning over ever so carefully to zip your slash shut but allowing a little labia to stick out. Tormented and impatient with sperm battling to out, I try and pry them apart, half smiling and pretending to be in good humor. You sulk seriously, your small pert breastlets tucked under you safely. I understand, and reluctantly and eagerly grope my way underground to arrest them in their cosy nest.

Your eyes gleam and as you turn over your nipples tell me why. Aimed at me like supersize rivets, they challenge my fingers to nurture them and watch them grow into full-blown pacifiers. I am reminded briefly of your baby sleeping soundly satisfied with her sovereignty over your teats, little aware that a denouement is about to happen.

You softly cradle and squeeze them into conical weapons, inviting me to defuse them with wetness. I salivate, into, onto and over them slicking those twin peaks into submission but unable to prevent the tips from erecting tall into the nippy air. Beethoven washes and swirls around us, and there is a bird reporting our every move to the bums below from our window sill, and your eyes flicker perhaps in similar alarm as I momentarily am. The bird flies away perhaps seduced by a mate in estrus, as I turn to your womb with every intention of making it awash with my semen.

Now, your breasts aflame, the fire moves into your eyes and I can see them flash morse-coded signals to my body machine. Knowingly, and giving up the notion of further resistance, I lay my palm upon your lips. Pause. Feel the pulse pound, and the wetness ooze from within. The muscles clench, and unclench. The restless button press insistently against my middle fingertip, pleading for immediate attention.

My palm sends a momentary electric shock up your spine, then you lose control and open your legs wide and close them tight around my hand. In a single sinuous twisting motion, I find your heavy buttocks pressing into my crotch, closing in on my erection. There. You got it already.

Even as I wrap my arms around your full belly, your cleft parts in heat and wetness, almost sucking me in with a violent slurp, all the way in. I stop breathing and think I should burst any moment, as your fingers reach me before my thought can, and you squeeze my shaft in that womanly way that gives me reprieve from ejaculating.

Only for a moment, though - a moment that you exploit, writhing and rubbing your clit, nursing my arms around your breasts, sucking my tongue in sideways, and your heels thrusting me thrusting into you deep.

Yes, there it is - I orgasm, you orgasm a fraction later, we both give, give so much that it floods the room, the space, the street, mingling with Beethoven as he marches to a climax unaware that his purity has been carnally invaded by our symphony. The bird returns, at peace now, and we lie langourously entwined, not knowing which part belongs to which of us, and where it is tucked away for now.

The bums have finished pissing on the walls, and walk out, singing.



Just Another Day at Home



"Alex? You in here?" The petite blonde could hear her voice echo through the nearly empty house. She dropped her keys into the small bowl to her right and slid out of her shoes before making her way to their bedroom. A soft sigh escaped her lips while she rubbed the knot forming in her back. "Shit, need to see a chiropractor..." The woman slowly wove her way through the boxes that were stacked taller than she, stepping into a pure white room and closing the door behind her. A man rested on the bed, his body covered only by a pair of anime themed boxers, his limbs spread out over most of the available surface. The blonde stifled a giggle and turned to the closet, glaring at the meagre amount of clothing it contained. There was a loud snore, of sorts, from the bed and she started. A delicate hand fanned out on her chest, attempting to calm the rapidly beating heart beneath it. She shrugged out of her work uniform, a blue skirt suit and white button down, and rummaged through a suitcase for an acceptable garment. After a fruitless search through her own, she glanced over at Alex's, spying a worn Deadmau5 tee among the chaos. She smiled to herself and quickly slipped it on, relishing in the unique scent of her lover. She was, however, unaware that a certain pair of honey brown eyes had been watching her little show for quite some time. He smirked inwardly and pretended once more to be asleep when she padded over to the bathroom in her bare feet. She began to comb out her hair, still oblivious to her watcher. The light shone through the white shirt and outlined her curvaceous figure, making the man flinch slightly as his underwear tightened uncomfortably. She quickly pulled the bouncy curls into a ponytail and turned off the light, effectively ending the fun Alex was having. She spied the fluttering of his eyelids and grinned, "knocking something over" and bending at the waist to pick it up. The view of her round ass in such lacy panties set a fire ablaze in his abdomen. He stood and made his way to her, scooping her up and throwing her onto the bed.

"You tease, you knew what you were doing." He growled, climbing on top of her.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about." She stammered, feigning innocence. He ground his hips into hers, pressing his erection into her soft thighs. She groaned slightly, just knowing that she turned him on was enough for her.

"Don't play innocent with me, there's no trick up your sleeves that I don't know." He stated, matter-of-factly. She used her best puppy dog eyes, looking up at him through her thick lashes. "Sorry, sweetie, that doesn't work anymore."

"Goddammit." She let out an exasperated sigh, laying back in defeat. He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned towards her. "Maybe I don't want a kiss." She huffed, turning her head to the side. He chuckled, slipping his hands under her (his) shirt. 

"Maybe you're lying to me. I know you want one." She refused to budge. In the meantime he busied himself kissing other parts of her, leaving a hot trail of bites and hickeys along her neck. He began at her knees and made his way closer and closer to those luscious lace panties. She watched in anticipation as he did so, her thighs trembling from the stimulation. He paused abruptly, glancing up and fixing her with a dangerously lustful stare. Her face turned slightly pink as she yanked him back up by his deep purple locks. She tangled her fingers in the hair at the base of his neck, pulling him ever closer. Their lips sealed passionately, tongues wrestling furiously. He began to tug at her (his) shirt impatiently, in a rush to get it out of the way. She sat up, slowly removing the offending article and throwing it somewhere in the room. Her fingers trailed down his chest greedily, rediscovering the planes and cliffs of his lean torso. 

"Mm, Alex. Touch me, please." She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. He swallowed audibly and nodded, gently caressing her overly sensitive thighs. She pressed into his touch, moaning softly. 

"You're so sexy." He growled, gripping the soft flesh of her buttocks in his large hands. She gasped, back arching slightly at the sudden pleasure. He slowly moved up to her chest, unhooking her bra and sliding it off. "Absolutely perfect." He slowly traced the outlines of each breast, gently massaging the tender flesh. Katherine squirmed, her body not yet having decided whether it wanted this or not. He grasped one of the rosy nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching slightly. She moaned rather loudly as her most sensitive areas were abused so directly. He moved to the other one, taking it into his mouth and suckling gently. She cried out again, feeling heat pool in her southern regions. A sudden bite made her scream, hands gripping his hair once more as he continued his torturous ministrations. His erection throbbed painfully while she moaned under his touch and he palmed it gently in hopes of toning it down. "Take care of this." He ordered, motioning towards his engorged member. Her eyes darkened at the delicious sight. He quickly removed his boxers, standing rather unsteadily on the floor. Katherine smirks, standing as well.

"No 'please'?" She asks, stepping forward and grasping his hardening member. A shudder runs through his body, raising the hair on his arms as she begins stroking his most intimate parts. 

"P-please, Katherine." He manages to choke out, as she lowers to her knees. Her tongue darts out to lick the beads of liquid already forming at the tip, her small hands still grasping him. She lightly sucks on the head, dipping her tongue into the slit before suddenly taking all of him in and swallowing around the mouthful. "Fuck, not fair." He groans, gripping her hair and pushing her head back. She looks up at him with lustful eyes, and slowly licks her lips.

"Is there a problem?" One delicate eyebrow twitches upwards, daring him to complain. 

"No, nothing at all." He averts his eyes, a red tint invading his cheeks. As soon as he looks away, she takes his dick back into her mouth, licking a burning line from base to tip. He grasps the sheets, his knees shaking. She senses his climax, closing her mouth around him and swallowing all that she could. 

"How come you get all the attention?" She pouts, crossing her arms awkwardly across her large chest. Alex regains his breath, grinning at her impatience. He pushed her down once more, sliding off her panties and positioning himself between her legs. His hot breath caressed her thighs as he moved inwards. She squirmed slightly, anxiously awaiting his next move. An unbridled moan escaped from her luscious lips as he gave her folds a searing caress with his tongue. "Mm, A-Alex." She cried, back arching off the bed as he continued to worship her nether regions. His tongue delved into her tight hole, tasting all of her. Soon his mouth was replaced with his fingers as he stretched her soft inner walls. As he thrust them in and out, she matched her rhythm to his and rolled her hips into his touch. She panted heavily, gripping the sheets until her knuckles turned white. Katherine whined softly when his fingers left, feeling terribly empty. He pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand and slathered it onto his reformed erection. Alex positioned himself at her entrance and slowly thrust in. 

"Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned, gripping her hips almost painfully. Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled to adjust to the large size. He waited patiently, resisting the urge to start moving. 

"S-so big... Shit, move. Please just move." She demanded, rocking her hips to get more of him inside. Alex pulled out and slowly pushed back in, still keeping her hips in a death grip. He continued his slow pace until she regained control of her body. Her blue-green eyes locked onto his deep chocolate ones. "Faster." This single word made his eyes widen and his pulse quicken. His dick twitched inside her before he pulled out unsteadily. 

"Y-you sure?" He stammered, his voice husky and deep with arousal. Katherine nodded swiftly and clung to him, wrapping her arms around his torso. He swallowed audibly and quickly thrust back into her tight hole. She dug her nails into his back and moaned loudly when the head hit the top of her womb. He quickened his pace, ramming into her repeatedly. Sweat glistened on their bodies as the connected and disconnected over and over. Her sweet moans filled the air and both could feel their orgasm approaching rapidly. "Shit, I'm coming." He announced, thrusting in as deeply as he could and spilling his hot seed inside her. 

"Alex!" She cried, eyes beginning to roll back into her head as the waves of pleasure rolled through her body. He quickly sealed her mouth with his own, riding out their climaxes together. As they calmed down, he stroked her hair and sighed happily. 

"I love you." He whispered into her ear. 

"I love you more." She smiled sleepily and they fell asleep in each others arms.



Just Another Day At The Beach



"Hey, Mom. Bob and I are gonna go for a swim."

"OK. Be back in time for supper."

We eat at 5, so that gave us 3 hours.

My sister, Emily, looked wonderful in her bathing suit. It was a black silk bikini.

I LOVED it when she wore this suit because when it was wet it clung to her bouncy ass and her nipples were pressed against the material. I tried desperately to conceal my hard-on, but I think she suspects something. 

We got in the car and drove 15 minutes to the beach. Placing a blanket on the sand, my sis and I made our own picnic area.

"Well, I'm dreadfully hot. I'm taking a swim."

"Me too." I decided to stay behind my 20 year old sis so I can watch her ass giggle as she walked. People saw what I was doing and just huffed at me. Little did they know the young woman was my sibling.

Emily swam out until she was up to her stomach and dove right in. "SHIT! That's COLD." She proclaimed. 

It was quite cold. But I was focusing on her lovely butt. I went underwater and got a better view of it. Thank goodness my sister wasn't paying attention. I boldly started swimming and "accidentally" brushed up against her soft flesh.

"YEAH." 

"Sorry about that." I lied, when I got up for air.

She just snorted. "Accidents do happen."

You see, my beautiful sister(with shoulder-length brunette hair)and I have been fucking for months now, so touching her was no biggie.

"Just for that," she said as Emily grabbed the elastic bands and pulled them off. "I'll keep these."

"That's not fair. Give them back."

"Come and get me." My sister was running towards the shore line as I was in hot pursuit. 

"DAMN! Nowhere left to go but on the beach. Reluctantly, I got out of the water and continued chasing my sister, in FULL view of everyone. "Your gonna pay for this." I promised.

As Em got to her Jetta, she unlocked the door and got inside.

I jogged to her car and tried shotgun. LOCKED. "Son of a..." I trailed off.

My sister was sitting in the driver's seat laughing her pretty head off.

"Open the door. This isn't funny.

She only looked at me, innocently.

"COME ON." I yelled. "OPEN THE DOOR."

My sib got the hint that she better do as I say.

"About time," I scowled, as I opened the door and sat down.

"I think your missing something." Emily smiled.

"Fuck you." I bent over and kissed her hard on the lips. Popping my tongue in her mouth, she reciprocated. My hands caressed her hard nipples and slowly massaged her stomach. At her wet pussy, I clawed her suit and lowered it off her. At last, our kiss broke.

"EAT ME." Em ordered. "NOW, DAMN IT." she commanded, as my head got slammed into her pussy. "SUCK ME. she insisted.

I was violently licking her cunt.

"OH, YEESSS. I LOVVE IT. MAKE ME CUUMM. my sibling growled. "UM, YEAH." Just then, her huge orgasm erupted around my mouth. "AHHHHH. I want that cock up my sex."

I grabbed her waist and wheeled her on her hands and knees.

"FUCK ME." 

Positioning my cock at Emily's lips, I pushed every inch in.

"UMPH. I WANT YOUR JIZM UP MY WET PUSSY.

Thumping Em with all my might, I noticed everyone was watching us with odd fascination. "She we be doing this?"

"Let em watch." 

SPANK.

"YES. SPANK MY ASS." she screamed.

SPANK.

"I LOOVE IT." my sister howled. "I'M CUMMINGG." My gorgeous sis announced as I felt her massive filth around my hard-on.

I was also on the verge. "YEAH. CUM ON MY NASTY COCK. AHHHH." My sperm watered down her dark tunnel of love. Looking at my watch, I noticed it was getting late. "We better get home."

My ravishing sis whipped her suit around her legs and pulled them up. 

I did the same and we drove for home. Just another day at the beach.



Just Another Day at the Bed Shop



I work in a bed shop. I won't tell you which one, but I'll say it's quite well-known, and has some 'z's in its name. I've worked here for nearly three years, since I finished my A-levels, and I'm going to be promoted soon. The pay's okay, and I get a bonus every time I sell one of the more expensive beds. I'm the best saleswoman here. Melissa, the head of sales, hates me for that. Every month I see her trying a little bit harder to flirt with the customers: wearing shorter and shorter skirts and bras that push her boobs right up, but it hasn't worked. She's too old. Mel -- if you're reading this -- you're too old.

The best part of the job is the beds. The shop's a long way out of town, and sometimes I'm here by myself and there are no customers at all. At times like that (Tuesday afternoons are usually quiet) I get the duvet from the back room, and have a little nap. I'm not a lazy person, but it's really really comfortable. If any customers come in, it sounds a buzzer above the door, so I have time to stand up, neaten myself up, and be ready to sell a bed to them.

Last Tuesday a young couple came in.

"We're looking for a double bed," said the man.

I could see exactly where he was looking, and there was no way he was going to find a bed down my blouse. There was no room, what with my boobs being down there already. They were young, probably newly married, or just moving in together. With a budget of about a thousand pounds, I reckoned. I smiled at them. The husband was tall and strong-looking, the wife a timid-looking brunette.

"Well, you've come to the right place," I said, "Have a try of some of them and let me know which ones you like." I could see they weren't the sort to respond well to pressure.

The wife sat down on the nearest double bed.

"Oh, it's very bouncy" she giggled, as her delicate body bumped up and down.

Her husband sat down next to her.

"Let's try another one -- this feels a bit too wobbly."

They moved to the next bed.

"I need to do some paperwork," I lied, "I'll be up the other end of the shop. Just shout when you find something you like. Take all the time you want."

I stood by the door to the back office and shuffled some papers. I was hidden from sight, but I could hear them.

"This one's nice," she was saying.

"I'm not sure about the edging."

"No, that'll go well in the room."

"What about... no, that's too low -- try sitting down"

"Yeah, and it seems a bit... old fashioned."

"Oh god, this one's lovely."

"Wow, that's amazing.""

"How much is it?"

"That's perfect. I could fall asleep now.".

"Did you see where the girl went?."

"No, but I did see you staring at her tits."

"I wasn't."

"You were, but you've got me now, remember the whole wedding thing?"

"I wonder what this bed's like for fucking on," he said, to change the subject.

"It's fantastic," I said, walking up the shop towards them, "Don't tell my boss I said that, but it gives great back support, and these posts at the headboard end are just right for holding on to. It's got a friction on the top so the mattress doesn't slip when you're..."

The woman was blushing, the man was smiling at me. I stopped.

"I'm sorry," I said, "you really didn't need to know that."

"Well, that's probably what we'll be using it for," said the wife, "it's good to have a recommendation."

"Would you want to test it first?" I asked her.

"Do you mean, we fuck on it?" 

"Yeah, I wouldn't want you to buy it until you know it works. I can lock the door, switch out the lights, I'll go and have a coffee, and see you in twenty minutes. It's got a sheet on it."

They both wanted to play. They were both young and beautiful, on a big soft comfortable bed.

"Ten minutes," said the wife. The husband looked surprised. I walked to the front of the shop, locked the door, changed the open/closed sign, drew the blinds, and switched out the lights. As I passed the bed they were lying side-by-side.

"See you in ten," I said, "have fun."

I went into the back office. The sale was just-about complete. All I had to do was wait for them to finish, then approach them at exactly the right moment.

I sat back and turned on the CCTV screen. I didn't really get a kick out of watching them, but needed to know when they were done. This time I probably didn't need the camera -- the woman was loud enough to hear from the office.

"Do you think she's allowed to do this?" she asked her husband.

"Does it matter? -- I've been wanting to fuck you for the last four hours."

"So what are you waiting for. Stop talking and fuck me."

He unbuttoned his fly and a long pink cock stood proud of his body.

"Get your clothes off," he said, "I'm ready, you're not."

She eagerly obeyed. 

"What do you want to do to me?" she asked, as she slipped off her panties.

"I want to fuck you so hard we break the bedsprings," he told her, "I want to pound you raw. Spread your legs you dirty bitch."

There was no foreplay, no buildup. He was hard, and she was ready. Okay, she wasn't quite ready. I saw the pain in her face as he forced himself into her. She wasn't wet, and they weren't using any lube. I know how much that hurts. 

"Fuck me," she said, enjoying the pain, "fuck me so hard I can't walk".

He grabbed the posts on the bed, where I showed him. Her legs were up, spread wide and he lifted them over his shoulders, her pussy open. He forced himself into her. He was big, not the biggest, but more than she could comfortably take. 

"Harder," she shouted as he found his rhythm. He looked like he was going pretty strongly, thrusting hard and fast and deep. "Harder," she screamed, "fuck me harder". He was pulling nearly all the way out each time, then thrusting home. I don't know how she managed to take it. She was so petite it didn't look like there was room inside her.

"Harder," she repeated. She seemed angry, willing him to break her. Her fingernails were digging into his thighs, guiding him back and forth.

"Fuck me like you mean it." I couldn't see how he could do much more. "Fuck me like a whore." He kept ploughing into her.

"Break my fucking legs," she screamed. He held her ankles and spread them wider, forced them back so her knees were pressing against her breasts, and kept thrusting into her like a machine piston.

"Hit me," she gasped. He slapped her thigh. I began to wonder what I'd do if he really injured her. 

"Harder," she commanded, "hit me harder". He slapped her buttock, a strong, stinging blow that made her flinch. She wrapped her legs around him, and he kept pounding into her, desperately.

"Hurt me!" she screamed. Her breasts were bouncing wildly with her movements, "fuck me in half."

\he increased his pace.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes yes" she screamed, "fuck yes."

I really hadn't been expecting this from them. I thought it would be genteel middle-class sex, not this sort of raw physical passion. He was merciless, and she wasn't gentle either.

The man paused.

"Don't you fucking dare stop," she commanded.

He slipped down her body, and began kissing her pussy.

"Fuck me, don't eat me," she shouted, "I want your fucking cock in me, not your fucking tongue."

He ignored her, and kept kissing and licking.  

"I'm begging you babe; fuck me."

He kept going, easing two fingers into her.

"Please babe, not today,"

He knelt back up, and obediently followed her instruction. I've never seen a guy go for it like he did, and I'm never seen a woman quite so appreciative. I literally though he was going to split the poor girl in two. I had to look away from the screen, but I could still hear her shouting:

"Oh, oh, ah, ah, uh, uh, uh," it began, then "uh uh uh uh ah ah eh," then "uh-uh-uh-ohgod-uh-uh-uh- I'm coming."

She squealed like an animal when she peaked, and collapsed onto the bed. He slipped his cock back into his fly, and left her to dress.

I watched her pull on her skirt and top. She'd wiped herself with her panties, and stuffed them into her handbag. Now looked like the right time to make the sale.

I walked back down the showroom. 

"So, do you want to buy the bed?" I asked.

"I think so," she smiled, "Can we get it delivered?"

"When would you want it by?" I asked.

"Tonight," said her husband, firmly.



Just Another Day At The Hendersons



To the readers: I have intentionally omitted physical descriptions of the characters in this story, other than as necessary to illustrate a particular aspect of the storyline. I think that gives the reader greater freedom of imagination and identification with the characters. It's a rather long story, but I hope you enjoy it. I know I did writing it.

I arrived home from work about the usual time, finding Cindy in the kitchen, as usual, preparing dinner. I walked up behind her as she was mixing something on the counter and gave her a kiss on the side of her neck.

"Hi hon," she said without turning around, "So how was your day?"

"Fine. Nothing all that newsworthy. How 'bout you?"

"Oh, same as usual. The idiot next door, Mr. Bailey, came over again to complain about Roach digging under the fence and getting into his yard. I told him we had tried to reinforce the dirt with wire so he couldn't dig through, but Roach apparently found another spot to dig. I told him we'd work on it this weekend, and in the meantime I'd keep Roach tied up. Honey, we've got to do something about it. If that idiot comes over one more time, I'll . . ."

"I'll get on it Saturday." I looked out the window into the backyard and could see Roach, our Jack Russell terrier, tethered by a ten-foot rope, which allowed him access to his food and water dishes, and shade, with plenty of lawn to do his business. He was just laying there with his chin on his forepaws, obviously unhappy with his restraint. "You'd think a three-year-old dog would have learned by now. As if we haven't chewed him out enough about the digging. Well, he can just suffer until I can get the chicken wire laid down."

She shook her head. "And . . . Tommy got his report card today. He got another D in math. I really thought he'd improved over the past couple of months, but he says he just doesn't get it. I actually do feel sorry for him. I know my first year of algebra was one of the worst times of my life."

"I'll have a talk with him after dinner. Maybe we need to think about a tutor if his teacher can't bring him around, just to get the basics down. From there, I don't see why you or I can't help him the rest of the way. Geez, it's not that hard, once you learn the basics."

"Okay. We'll talk about it later. I need to concentrate on what I'm doing, or this damn soufflé will be more like a pancake again."

"What else's on the menu? Smells good, whatever it is."

"Stuffed pork chops. I told you last night that's what we're having."

"Oops, I forgot. Oh, by the way, Friday night's rapidly approaching and we haven't made any plans. Tommy'll be sleeping over at Rick's, as you know. Hate to waste the evening."

"I know. I've been thinking about it, but I haven't been able to decide between John and Larry."

"Well, let's not wait until the last minute." I had to raise my voice when she turned on the electric mixer. "It'd be a bitch if we called John, or Larry, and find out they're busy Friday. You remember the last time we called Larry at the last minute, said he had a date lined up that he couldn't break."

"Bill, that was the night before. We've still got three days."

"Fine. When you decide, you call this time. But when one or the other of them tell you Sorry, don't blame me if you get stuck with little old me Friday night."

"If neither of them can make it, I'll just call someone else. It's not like John and Larry are the only ones we can call."

"Hey, you're the one who said you were trying to decide between them. You wanna call someone else, that's fine with me. It's not me they'll be fucking." As I said this she turned the mixer off, my voice not immediately adjusting to the sudden silence.

"Shh! Tommy's in his room studying—keep your voice down."

"Sorry." I turned down the volume on my voice box accordingly. "But honey, seriously, I want you to have a good time, and I don't want you to have to settle for one of the other guys just because John or Larry isn't available. Call tonight, okay?"

"Promise. Do you want me to invite him over—whomever I decide to call—for dinner, or would you prefer we just make it cocktails and sex?"

"Mom! What time's dinner?" Tommy called out from his room.

"About thirty minutes. Make sure you wash up before you come out. Don't make me have to send you back."

"All right," he muttered in barely audible tones.

"So, which will it be? Dinner or . . .?"

"Depends on who it is." I didn't have that much of a preference as to who was between my wife's legs—with minor exceptions—but some of the guys were lousy dinner companions, and I didn't relish having to sit there making small talk while we ate supper. With them, I'd just as soon have them get down to business as quickly as possible with a minimum of social banter. I had to go easy on this, knowing that Cindy enjoyed a more gradual seduction before she jumped into bed. I didn't want to spoil her fun just because I wasn't all that good at small talk. "A couple of the guys have never eaten here before—dinner that is (I chuckled a little)—hard to know what kinda food they like."

"I caught that," she said with a sneer that morphed into a grin. "Tell you what, let me give John a call as soon as I put this in the oven. If he's available, we'll have spaghetti. He likes that. And if he can't make it, I'll call Larry, which means making my mom's fried chicken. Give me a few minutes."

I pulled a tumbler out of the cupboard and grabbed some ice from the fridge, to which I then added a couple fingers of Crown Royal. I sipped the drink and looked through the mail that was sitting on the counter next to the phone. I grimaced. Bills, ads . . . more bills. Since Cindy had stopped working last year, I was a little more sensitive to our expenses. The looming likelihood that Tommy was going to need braces certainly added to the concern.

"I'll be right back, and please, don't slam any doors or go stomping around—or we'll be having spinach crêpes, instead of soufflé," Cindy announced as she trotted off to our bedroom and closed the door behind her. It was one thing for me to sit there and watch other guys boinking her, or listening to her telling them to fuck her faster, or whatever, but heaven forbid that I should overhear her talking to any of them on the phone.

She came back to the kitchen ten minutes later, just as I was pouring my second drink. "I guess it'll be chicken. John's got a cold or something, said he didn't want to give it to anyone else. Larry . . . well, let's just say he is very much looking forward to it. And I doubt that he means my chicken." She failed to stifle a naughty giggle. "He needs to confirm that his usual babysitter's available, but he doesn't expect a problem. He'll let us know if he hits a snag." 

"Then Larry it is. If I recall correctly, the last time he was here the two of you tried anal for the first time. That was one of the few times I wasn't here. From what you told me, anyway, it wasn't exactly fun."

"Yeah, I still don't like it. Doesn't matter who it is, or how he does it, I just don't feel comfortable with it. Now, if you wanna stick your finger, or your tongue up there—no problem. I'll take good old-fashioned fucking, thank you very much." She said the 'F' word sotto voce, in deference to Tommy's proximity.

"Well, as long as he knows that you don't like it that way, I'm sure he'll respect that. Larry seems like a pretty considerate kinda lover, as least from what I've seen."

"Yeah, he is. Only reason we tried it the other way last time was cause I unexpectedly started my period—didn't know it until he started fucking me, and you know how I hate to do it when I'm that way. Guess I felt kinda guilty, you know, not being able to do it with him, so I figured I'd try the other way again. Hell, next time all he's gonna get is a blowjob. And by the way, I thought I asked you to pick me up some more tampons the last time you went to the store. Forgot all about it; just realized you didn't get any."

"Sorry, I'll get some when I go shopping for Friday's dinner. You're not in need of any anytime soon, are you?"

"About a week, probably. Just don't forget, okay?"

"Will do, but why don't you just make out a list of what you need for Friday. I know I can always run to the store if you think of something at the last minute, but let's do it the easy way. All righty?" Since Cindy became a full-time house maker, she elected to assign the shopping chores to me. I didn't mind. "Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, Larry's gonna have to settle for a blowjob next time you misread your calendar."

"Mind not being so sarcastic? Last time I heard, you're as big a fan of our little adventures as the rest of us."

"Just trying to be funny. Forgive me?" I went over and held her face in my hands, kissing her fully on the mouth. "That reminds me," I said as I finished kissing her and had returned to my drink, "If you need more smokes, be sure and put it on the list." Cindy and I both used to smoke, but I'd managed to give them up a few years ago. I never gave her a hard time about it, but I also had told her many times that she needed to buy her own, instead of me being some kind of enabler to her addictive behavior. She did a few times, but being the pushover that I tend to be in some matters, it didn't take long before I was getting cigarettes for her, along with her fucking plugs. Wouldn't trade her for the world.

I didn't mind having Larry over for dinner, since at least he knew how to carry the conversation, even if it was mostly about his former job as a cop. He had busted a kidney in a freak accident on the job, and took a medical retirement several years ago. Since then, he'd supplemented his pension with part-time work as an instructor at the police academy. Cindy had met him at a back-to-school night a year ago, his own daughter a classmate of Tommy's. Larry was divorced, his wife having run off with another man, effectively abandoning her daughter and readily giving up primary custody to Larry. He was spared any support payments, but I knew it wasn't easy for him to raise a young female teenager by himself.

Nine or ten months ago, Tommy was invited to a birthday party for Larry's daughter, and that's when Cindy developed an attraction for him—and vice versa. Cindy had been into the shared-wife scenefor at least a year at that time, and was ever on the alert for suitable candidates. I also had my eyes, and my mind, open to men that I thought she might find interesting, but her judgment in that regard carried greater weight and, dare I say, intuition.

She came home from the party that day and told me about Larry. I could see the shine in her eyes reflecting the glow below, as she described him to me.

Cindy took the initiative and made an excuse to go see him a few days later. I'm not real clear on what she said or how she said it, but I did believe her when she told me she didn't have any physical contact with him whatsoever. Just the same, Larry was invited over the following weekend—and has been fucking Cindy ever since.

Larry comprises one-eighth of her Stable, as she calls it. They all have their own stories, common in some respects, yet as individual as in the ways they pleasure Cindy. There have been three or four others that were part of the stable for a while, but for one reason or another they went on to other, not necessarily greener, pastures. I suspect that Cindy might have influenced their departure, either through dissatisfaction with their techniques, or their personalities. Both factor heavily in what pleasure they give her—and by proxy, me. Some guy can ring every bell in her belfry, give her toe-curling orgasms, but if he turns out to be a jerk, he's no longer welcome at any of her thresholds.

John, her other favorite, has been with us almost from the beginning. For Cindy, he's like the proverbial old pair of shoes—easy to slip on and comfortable to wear. He still manages to bring her to wonderful heights, perhaps not as excruciatingly mind-blowing as in earlier times, but enough that she still desires his company on the occasions when she just wants a comfortable fuck. I like the guy, too. Another of the dinner guests I enjoy spending time with. And watching the two of them together is still enough to get me off.

There are times, however, when Cindy is in the mood for more than just comfort. It's usually around the middle of her cycle, when her body is telling her of her need to breed. Even though she's on the pill, there's still something pressing her to get a little more wild. That's when she opts for Randy or Greg. They're gentlemen, but they're younger and more aggressive, often fucking her two or more times in a single evening. More than once she's gotten sore from the relentless pounding, and had to resort to dispensing blowjobs to give her pussy a much-needed rest.

The fact that she had a preference this Friday for either John or Larry, told me that we were in for a comfortable evening. Which was just fine with me.

To set the record straight, I am not what is commonly referred to as a cuckold. I do not have a need to be humiliated or debased by having my wife ravished by some bull who takes pleasure in giving her whatever it is that I'm pathetically incapable of providing. And I am completely straight, having no interest in physical contact with Cindy's lovers, nor partaking in the questionable practice of chowing down on her freshly inundated cunt. I'll leave eating another man's come to the fetishists, bi's and closet gays who get off on that particular aberration. I simply enjoy the incredible sight—sounds, smell, etc.—of watching another man come unglued while he's driving my wife absolutely bonkers. And, fortunately, she prefers to only have one lover over at a time, not really enjoying a gangbang of two or more guys working on her. It's easier that way for her to focus on what she's doing, and easier for me to follow the action.

Another consideration of the sharing practice is where the men deposit their semen. When it's just me and Cindy, I actually prefer the standard delivery method as deep into her vagina as possible. I have let it go on her tummy, her ass, on her breasts, and in her face, but that was either for the novelty or in some instances at her behest when she was feeling particularly raunchy. Needless to say, I've sent many a load down her throat, but blowjobs are a different animal altogether. I pretty much leave it up to Cindy and her partner; I rarely orchestrate what they do and how they do it. If he decides to let it fly outside her pussy, that's between the two of them. I don't get an extra charge out of seeing the money shot, just knowing that it is happening. Matter of fact, seeing it oozing out of her afterwards, when her pussy lips are swollen and flushed, as she lies spent with her legs apart, is a truly sensual sight to behold.

The final point I should go ahead and discuss is what I do while this hot scene is being played out. Most of the time, I'm sitting or standing near the bed, or wherever they happen to be engaged. I usually wear a robe—probably due to modesty—with nothing under it, so I can readily stimulate my genitals as I watch. Although there have been a few times that I was overcome with the intensity of the scene and ejaculated while they were still at it, most of the time I save it until they're done. If I can't wait until he leaves, Cindy obliges me with the use of her mouth, which is divine. If I've managed to keep a rein on my impulses until he's left, Cindy routinely takes a quick shower to clean off/out his residue before I take my turn at ravishing her. I never fail to experience the most incredibly satisfying releases I've ever known.

Since the question almost always comes up, allow me to take a few minutes to describe how Cindy and I got started with this sexual pastime.

As is probably the case with most couples who have ventured into this taboo practice, I was the one that first got the notion that watching another man with Cindy would be a real turn-on. The fantasy increased in its intensity and the vivid images it evoked. Once I got up the nerve to share it with her, this led to pillow talk, which provided reinforcement when Cindy got noticeably hotter whenever my fantasy was described. It became a regular part of our lovemaking, with me titillating her to new heights with descriptions of other guys banging her silly, or eating her till she uncontrollably came in their faces.

The prospect of the fantasy becoming a reality would always hit a dead end whenever I subtly suggested it. She was, and always had been, fairly conservative in her sexual expressions and practices. Sure, she gave me blowjobs, enjoyed a good vibrator, and so on. But the idea of group sex, albeit a highly stimulating fantasy, was something other people did. She humored my fantasy, even providing her own embellishments on it when we employed it in our sex play, but drew the line when it came to ever actually doing it.

I guess if there was a single event that turned the tide, it was the morning that I had to stop by the house to pick up some paperwork I had forgotten and left on the kitchen table. I found Cindy on our bed, her housecoat open with her legs bent and apart, as she was fingering herself to a very rousing orgasm. She moaned and whimpered as it came for her. I stood at the doorway until she finished trembling, before I made my presence known. Now, you have to understand that Cindy masturbating was nothing new or in any way something to hide—she often did herself in front of me in the preliminary stages of our lovemaking, or even during intercourse, and she never concealed the fact from me that she did indulge herself on a regular basis—but for some reason me witnessing this very private interlude was unsettling for her.

She was startled to see me, and tried to cover herself with the robe. I sat down next to her and started caressing her body through the material, then under it. She was in the waning stages of excitement, but was still very wet. It was unusual to see Cindy as vulnerable as she was at that moment. I took advantage of it by working her back up to pre-coital levels of excitement. I pulled down my trousers and shorts to my ankles and quickly mounted her, remaining dressed above the waist, with my shoes on. As I fucked her, and she responded with energized enthusiasm, the idea popped into my head that maybe this was a good time to broach the subject again.

"Tell me, honey, what were you thinking about when you were doing it?"

"I don't know. Just . . . oh, God, this feels so good!"

"Tell me. Were you thinking about being fucked? Or getting eaten?"

"Oh, I was . . . I was getting fucked . . . I . . ."

"It wasn't by me, was it?" I said softly.

Oh, geez . . . unh, unh, unh . . . oh, God!! She bucked through a terrific orgasm.

I slowed the thrusts, letting her recuperate a little, then slowly resumed the pace.

"It wasn't me, was it? Tell me, honey." I spoke as soothingly and non-accusatorily as I could manage at the moment.

"No . . . it wasn't." She kept moving her hips in concert with my jabbing thrusts, her legs pumping frantically.

"Did he make you come? Did you come big when he was fucking you?"

"Oh, yes . . . oh, God, yes . . . keep doing that, it feels so good."

"He's fucking you again, right now. I can see him fucking you. He's gonna make you come again, isn't he?"

"Oh, Oh . . . oh, shit, I'm coming . . . I'm coming!"

I pushed her through another body-wrenching release, then soon followed suit with my own.

I finally rolled off and laid beside her, my chest still heaving, her own breathing ragged and spiked with small convulsive shudders.




Just Another Day At The Hendersons



She was the first to speak, once the dust settled. "No, it wasn't anybody you know—and nobody I know, either—just some man . . . I couldn't see his face."

"No face, but with a stiff dick, right?"

"Very," she sighed.

This seemed to me at the time to be wholly consistent with what I'd read on the subject. That women often fantasized about faceless strangers that ravaged them like benevolent wraiths, like an incubus that invades their sleep with forbidden acts of copulation. It was this insight that inspired an idea which could—would—prove to be a means of furthering our fantasy to the threshold of reality.

As it happened, our wedding anniversary and Mother's Day often fell on the same day: Sunday, May the 12th. That occasion presented itself a little over two weeks after the bedroom epiphany. I surprised Cindy with my plan to take her to San Francisco that weekend, to stay in one of the city's most posh hotels, and to thoroughly spoil her. She was elated, immediately setting about making her own arrangements to accommodate the trip. She called and arranged to have her mother watch Tommy, and made an appointment to have her hair done the Friday morning before we left. I had suggested she just wait and have it done up there, but she wouldn't hear of it, trusting only her own stylist with the task.

To my chagrin, Cindy went out and spent the better part of a week's pay on new clothes for the trip. I didn't complain, because I knew it was going to be far more memorable than she ever imagined, and worth every penny.

We drove, rather than taking a flight, which gave us the opportunity to relax and flush the daily routine out of our systems. It was only a few hours' drive, so it didn't exhaust us and interfere with beginning our celebration the evening we got there.

I kicked it off by taking her to dinner at a prime rib place on Van Ness, which had always been a favorite of hers. Neither of us are heavy drinkers, but once in a blue moon, Cindy enjoys having more than a moderate amount of wine. Invariably, this makes her giddy and very horny. Before, during and after the delicious prime rib, we shared two bottles of a local Cabernet, which left Cindy in the aforementioned state of euphoria. We capped off the evening out with a visit to the hotel lounge, which offered live music and dancing. By the time we headed up to our room, Cindy was feeling quite naughty and anxious to try out our king-sized bed.

I had room service bring us another bottle of wine, after which we quickly disrobed and fucked like a couple of honeymooners. It was a wonderful evening, and it was only the beginning of an even more memorable anniversary.

The next day was spent with the standard tourist stuff—a visit to Fisherman's Wharf was the high point, where we feasted on a lunch of calamari and white wine. As the day drew to a close, we returned to the hotel to freshen up and change clothes for dinner. I had suggested, and she had agreed to, dining at the hotel in a very upscale restaurant highly recommended by critics. Afterwards, we would return to the lounge and dance to our hearts' content. And after that . . . well, she wouldn't be disappointed.

At dinner, seated in a plush booth, we sipped on more wine as the various courses were laid before us. I was watching for, and soon recognized when Cindy began to display the cumulative affects of her earlier indulgence in wine and the glasses she was polishing off with progressive frequency. I felt the time was right to lay my cards on the table.

"So, what do you have in mind when we get back to our room?" I said, barely above a whisper, taking a sip of wine, with the sinister tone of a spider beckoning a fly.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe watch TV?" She giggled and took a sip of her own.

"Kinda hard to watch TV when you're flat on your back in bed, isn't it?"

"Well, smarty, if you already know what we're gonna do, why'd you ask?"

"Cause, maybe I've got an idea."

"Oh? And what, pray tell, is that?"

"Okay, listen. And don't interrupt until I explain it." I paused, awaiting her acknowledgement. She just sat there looking at me, her brow slightly furled.

"See, I've been thinking about that day that I came home and you were . . . well, enjoying yourself." She started to say something, and I placed my finger to her lips.

"Let me finish. And you told me that you had been thinking about some guy whose face you couldn't see. Well, you know how I think—I guess fantasize is a better choice of words—about you and another guy, how exciting that would be. Look, I know you've made it clear that we can talk about it all we want, but that's as far as it goes. Okay, I hear you loud and clear. But, but, what if you could be with a man, someone with no face, someone you didn't know and he didn't know you, that would give you every bit of pleasure you imagined getting from that man in your fantasy, and maybe more? If you could do that and know without a doubt that it would give me just as much pleasure as it gave you, would you do it?"

"Bill, what are you talking about? What man? What are you getting at?"

"Shh," I cautioned, looking around at the people seated nearby. "Okay, here's what I want to do. And please think about it before you tell me to go to hell. As you undoubtedly know, there's a lot of very expensive hookers working in this town. A lot of them can be had simply by picking up the phone and calling one of the out-call services. Well, in case you weren't aware of it, these same services provide male escorts, too. And these are good-looking guys that make a living giving women what they want. They don't do it just to get off, they do it to give pleasure. I'm sure you're familiar with the term gigolo. Well, women have been paying for these guys to escort them for many, many years, long before you or I were around. And when I say escort, of course you know what their main stock in trade is. You better believe they know what they're doing in bed. So, all I have to do is make a call and before long the man of your fantasies will be knocking on our door, ready, willing and able to ring your chimes."

At that very moment, the couple in the next booth stood up to leave. I hadn't been able to see them before due to the high backs of the booths. They were in their sixties. The man paused and turned toward us, looking directly at Cindy.

"Believe what he's telling you. He knows what he's talking about." He grinned and winked before turning and walking off.

"Oh, my God," Cindy exclaimed. "Are you serious?!"

"Serious as a heart attack. Honey, it'll be incredible! I just know you'll love it. Say you'll do it. Please?"

"I can't believe this. You're actually suggesting hiring some guy to come to our room and . . . and . . ."

"And fuck you. Yes. And I've never wanted anything more in my life. For us, honey, please?"

"It'll cost a fortune!" This was a turning point in her response to the proposal, and one that told me it was going to happen.

"Hey, what do you think this hotel is costing? Let me worry about that. I'll use the money I had planned to use to buy that new band saw. Look, that's not the issue here. I want it, and I really think you want it too. I'll bet you're getting a little wet already, just thinking about it. Right? Right?"

She took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Maybe . . . but just a little." Her frown reversed itself into a terse smile, as she glowered at me through squinted eyes.

"I'll take care of it. Now let's enjoy the rest of the dinner and then we'll go kick up our heels for a while on the dance floor. The night is still young." I raised my glass in toast fashion, "To us. I love you so very much."

"I love you too . . ." she rejoined with a tight grin, hoisting her glass, "I think. To us."

Although our anniversary wasn't actually until the next day, I figured by the time this grand scheme got under way it would probably stretch over to Sunday.

As planned, we left the dining room and arrived in the lounge a little after nine, the music already lively and the dance floor occupied by several swaying couples. We grabbed a table nearby and ordered our drinks. After they came, I took Cindy by the hand and led her onto the dance floor. For the next two hours we danced and drank and danced some more. She was feeling less pain and more anxiety. So we didn't have to yell above the music while we were at the table, we waited until we were dancing to chat.

"So when are you gonna call?" I wasn't sure if it was a question born of dread or desire.

"It's only ten-thirty or so, I'll call when we get back upstairs."

"How long do you think it'll take for him to get here?" Definitely desire.

"Oh, I shouldn't think any more than an hour or so. It'll give us a chance to unwind a little before he shows up. Maybe you might want to do whatever it is you gals do to get ready for such things."

"Oh sure, like I've done this kinda thing before."

"You goof. I meant whatever it is you do before you settle down for a little nookie. You, know, if you want to shower, or spray on some foo-foo juice, or whatever."

"I just took a shower before dinner. I don't think I need one. Or do I?"

"No, not at all, you smell scrumptious. In fact, I think it'd be sexy to have him find you nice and warm and gooey, like you probably are right now." I hugged her more tightly, just to underscore my faith in her desirability.

"Do you blame me? For being nervous? It's all I can think about. Hell, put yourself in my place. What if it was you that was about to get laid by some sexy babe. Tell me you wouldn't be gettin' kinda hard thinking about it."

"Hell, you're the one that's gonna get laid, and I'm still gettin' hard. I told you this is something I really want. I'm probably more nervous than you are."

"I doubt that. So you really think he's gonna ring my chimes, huh?"

"Sweetie, all you hafta do is lay back and enjoy it, and forget everything else except how good it feels. You do that, and I know you'll thank me later."

"You sure, I mean really sure that you're not gonna think less of me? I mean, geez, I don't know what I'd do if you thought of me as some kind of a . . . slut for having done it. It scares me."

"Honey, all I can say is trust me. I know what I want, and I've gone over it a thousand times in my head. It's gonna excite me so much it'll be all I can do not to lose it right then and there. Look, you know I love you and I'd never do anything that would risk me losing you." I gave her a tender kiss to seal my vow.

"I love you too. I'm just . . . well, I guess I'm getting the jitters. By the way, just what do you plan on doing while this is all going on? I know you wanna watch, but what . . .?"

"Probably just sit there where I can watch everything. I don't want you to feel inhibited by me being there, so I guess I'll be nearby but not in your face or anything. If it doesn't sound too perverted, I thought I'd put on one of the robes the hotel has in the bathroom, and not wear anything under it. That sound weird to you, or what?"

"Under the circumstances, and remember, this is as new to me as it is to you, I would think wearing a robe would be quite appropriate, considering. You gonna masturbate?" I didn't show it, but the innocence of the question was both amusing and stimulating to me.

"Would that bother you if I did?"

"No, not at all. I just wondered." Her voice trailed off.

"Would you like me to? Would that excite you?"

"Yeah, I think it would. Knowing that what I was doing . . . with somebody else, made you so excited you needed to do that. Yeah, that'd be okay. I'd like that very much."

Cindy was gradually assuming her bedroom persona, her voice softer and less animated, her skin temperature marginally warmer, her body language more alluring. And I knew her pussy was wet and warm with a come fuck me invitation. The stage was being set very nicely.

When we got back to the room, while Cindy was in the bathroom, I flipped open the yellow pages to escort services, looking for the largest and most sophisticated ads. There were a lot of them. I hit on one that boasted of the most beautiful girls, and guys, in town. And, like all of them, they accepted most major credit cards. I picked up the phone and punched in the number.

"Hi, I'm interested in a man . . . for my wife . . . it's our anniversary. You do have guys, right? I mean straight guys. Good. Okay, but please, he's got to be good looking and know what he's doing, okay? Fine, I understand. Uh, white, please. Uh, yeah, of course. Can I handle the payment with him, once he gets here? Good. No, I think an hour will be fine." I provided my name, the name of the hotel and our room number. "Oh, and how long do you think it'll take him to get here? Sounds good. Thanks. Bye."

The lady on the phone said he should arrive anywhere from an hour to an hour-and-a-half. My stomach had a terminal case of butterflies. Cindy came out of the bathroom wearing just her bra and panties, and I told her that the guy was en route, that he'd be here in an hour or so. We certainly didn't need it, but I went ahead and called room service and ordered a bottle of wine. In the meantime, Cindy was in a tizzy over what she should be wearing when he arrived.

"Personally, I'd suggest you keep your panties on—the same ones you've got on—I think it'd be sexy for him to see how wet you've been. And then just one of the robes. That way we'll be a matching set."

"Just panties and the robe? Nothing else?"

"Well, you might try putting on a little smile. That wouldn't hurt."

"Okay, as long as you don't think I'm being too obvious or anything."

"Sweetie, do I have to remind you that he's coming over here to fuck you? I'd hardly worry about appearing too obvious. I don't think he expects you to be decked out in your Sunday-go-to-meetin' clothes. Hell, you could probably answer the door bare-ass naked and I doubt he'd bat an eye. Other than giving him a boner, of course. You'll look great with the robe, like you're the sweet little housewife that you are, about to partake in a Mister and Missus with your hubbie."

"Okay."

There was a knock at the door and I whisked Cindy off to the bathroom while I answered it. The tray with the wine and glasses was placed on the table, and the young man offered to pop the cork. I told him to go right ahead. He was a nice-looking guy, and my imagination conjured up a fleeting image of him walking in and Cindy standing there in her bra and panties, maybe even less. I'm sure he'd seen far worse, but it gave my balls a distinct tingle as the scene played in my mind. I shelved that fantasy in my mental library for a later time. He removed the cork and replaced it loosely in the bottle. I signed the check and he left.

By the time Cindy came out, I had her glass poured and was holding it out to her. She took it and consumed a third of its contents in a single gulp, then fired up a cigarette, which shook as she lit it. She was more nervous than I had ever seen her, needing to urinate twice in a half-hour. I wasn't far behind in how fidgety I was. 

When the knock sounded on the door, Cindy and I were clad in our fluffy white terry robes and reasonably ready for action. I had a deep feeling of trepidation, knowing that I was gambling with what the guy would look like, kind of like buying a pig in a poke. I opened the door and was relieved to see a very handsome young man of twenty-five or so. I invited him in and asked if he'd like a glass of wine. He politely declined—company rules, he explained. He said his name was Justin, and I introduced him to Cindy, who remained sitting on the edge of the bed as she clasped his hand in greeting. Justin smiled broadly at her as he held her hand longer than a normal handshake. Cindy, on the other hand, smiled nervously, far from broadly, croaking slightly as she said, "Nice to meet you."

"Let's get the business part of it out of the way," I suggested. I walked to the table and Justin followed. He carried a small leather organizer that he unzipped and removed a miniature credit card imprinter. He took out a standard multi-page charge slip and inserted it in the device. I handed him my card and he asked if he could use the phone. He direct-dialed a number and spoke with someone that he advised of his arrival, also reading off the card account number and expiration date.

"This'll just take a minute," he said, holding the phone to his ear. "One hour, right?" he asked me. I nodded. Moments later, he received the apparent approval he needed and hung up the phone. After obtaining an imprint of the card, he scribbled the necessary info and handed the form to me for my signature, which I provided. He tore out my copy and the deal had been struck.

Justin returned to Cindy.

"May I sit here?" he asked her, gesturing at the bed next to her.

Cindy only managed a nod to indicate her assent.

"You know, you're a very beautiful woman," he said as though I was no longer in the room. "As you might imagine, in this business I can't pick and choose, and it's not that often I have the pleasure of being with someone like yourself." He reached down and picked up her hand, holding it in his as he seduced her. "Are you just a little nervous?"

Cindy nodded, then managed to say, "Yeah, a little."

"Your first time, huh? Well, we'll get you past that in no time. Before I find out for myself, are you wearing anything under your robe?"

"Uh, my panties." It was barely a whisper, her voice quavering.

"Just your panties? Well, that makes my job a lot easier. Fewer things I need to remove before I make love to you. May I see?"

Cindy just nodded.

Justin grasped the edges of the robe and pulled them back slowly, revealing her breasts with partially erect nipples. "Oh, my, your breasts are as beautiful as I thought they'd be. May I kiss you there?"

Another nod.

He kissed, then nibbled the soft white flesh, moving his lips around until they poised over the nipple. He placed his fingers under the breast and lifted it so the nipple reached his mouth, his tongue coming out to touch it, as I heard Cindy inhale audibly. He licked, sucked and nibbled for a few moments before moving to its identical twin, giving it more of the same.

Cindy's eyes were open, but somewhat glassy and unfocused, her breathing deepening. Justin kissed his way from her right breast up her chest to her neck, under and over her chin, and found her mouth. They kissed deeply. My thoughts went briefly to the fact that whores rarely kissed their johns, but this young man apparently had never heard about it, because he was kissing Cindy deeply and she was kissing him back, their tongues actively engaged.

The robe came all the way open as Justin massaged her breasts, his mouth never leaving Cindy's as he laid her back onto the bed. He then moved her around so he could slip off the robe, which he tossed onto the floor. Next he got off the bed and knelt between her lower legs, which were still dangling off the bed. He reached up and slowly, maddeningly so, peeled her panties down her loins. She assisted by lifting her ass off the bed just enough so he could pull them down her legs and off. He held them in his hand for a moment, feeling the crotch in his fingers.

"You're very wet, Cindy. Is that for me, or were you being naughty before I got here?"

Cindy was able to respond, though still barely above a whisper. "For you," she said clearly.

"That excites me. Do you know that I'm already hard for you? Does that excite you, Cindy?"

She nodded and hoarsely said, "Uh huh," the sound breathy and oh, so sexy.

Justin parted her legs and leaned forward so his face was less than a foot from her pussy. He began stroking her thighs, one hand on each, as he kissed her again and again around her tummy. He traced his tongue from her navel downward in a serpentine path to her small trimmed patch of pubic hair, where he kissed her again. His hands moved in toward the junction of her legs, his fingers playing with the tender skin of the inner surfaces of her thighs just below her pussy. Finally, with his arrival at the swelling lips, Cindy exhaled sharply. His fingers stroked and probed, touching the viscous wetness that exuded from within her. Justin made contact with her clit, bringing a generalized jerk of Cindy's entire body, her breath catching in a sharp intake of air.




Just Another Day At The Hendersons



As he stimulated her clit, Justin gently slipped his middle finger inside her, causing another physical and audible response. He expertly coordinated his probing finger within her with the manipulation of her clit. I could clearly hear the wet, slickery sounds as he fingered her. I suddenly realized that he wasn't using his tongue or any part of his mouth to excite her sensitive membranes. It dawned on me that he probably wouldn't, owing to health concerns. I had brought condoms with me, for that reason, and I assumed he had brought his own. I felt disappointed for Cindy that he wouldn't be tonguing and sucking her pussy, that she'd have to settle for his fingers.

About the time I was feeling sorry for her, Cindy unleashed a tremendous orgasm, the first with another man since we married. And he'd done it with his fingers alone. So much for my pity. To my surprise, Justin kept at it, giving her yet another release before he stood and took off his clothes.

Cindy was laying there, her chest heaving, her eyes closed, her arms out from her sides, her hands near her head, her fingers nervously wriggling. Waiting.

I didn't even see him do it, but when he knelt on the bed between her legs, his erection was covered in latex. He placed his hands under her back and helped her to slide up toward the head of the bed. Once she was in position, Justin's cock hovered over Cindy's pussy, as though surveying the lay of the land. He began to play the head along and around the lips, teasing her to the point of squirming her hips and letting out little kitten-like whimpering sounds.

The moment of truth arrived as he placed the head against the notch of her cunt, easing it into her a centimeter at a time, eventually burying it all the way with a final push. Cindy grunted and moaned at the same time. The fucking of my wife had begun, as Justin slowly and rhythmically sawed in and out, in and out, while Cindy responded with counter-thrusts of her own. He held himself up on his straightened arms, his hands on either side of her head, looking down at her. Cindy's eyes were open, not wide, but enough to look into the eyes of the man who was fulfilling her fantasy—and mine.

I had been sitting in a chair next to the table, a few feet from the bed. When Justin made entry, I found myself on my feet, moving toward the left corner of the bed. I stood less than three feet from Justin and Cindy's legs, as they strained and flexed with the exertion of fucking. I was fully erect, the pre-orgasmic fluid oozing out in copious amounts, which lubricated the hand that was stroking it.

Justin had picked up the pace, and had lowered himself to his elbows, so he was able to kiss Cindy as he rode her. Her legs had lifted, her feet now kicking the air in sync with the thrusting. I moved around where I could see them from the foot of the bed, watching in the light of the lamp on the counter behind me. The skin from her pussy pulled out with each back stroke, as though turning her partially inside out, only to be stuffed back in with the next downward stab. Glistening fluid was leaking down from her engulfed cunt across her anus—she continued to churn out her precious pussy juice. Justin didn't know what he was missing by not tasting it. Nectar of the goddess.

At the height of their coupling, I heard Justin murmur something about others positions. Cindy murmured back, more in mouthed breaths than spoken words. "Oh, I think you're doing . . . just fine like that! Oh, please . . . don't stop!"

He quickened his pace even more, placing his face against the side of her neck, his full weight now upon her. He was talking to her, and she was replying in words or sounds, but I couldn't hear much of what was being said. Her ankles had hooked over his calves, rocking faster and faster against him, her hands tightly gripping his upper arms—his skin blanching under the pressure of her fingers. She made a low groan, then let out a high-pitched squeal, as she came with a vengeance, nearly throwing Justin off of her, were it not for her heels interlocking them. He continued the pounding, the two of them now loudly grunting and puffing with greater urgency. Cindy's head was back, her eyes clenched tightly closed, her mouth alternately open then biting on her lower lip, her face in a pained expression. She let out an unh sound with each jarring thrust. The bed rocked violently, evoking images of our neighbors with their eager ears to the wall.

Just as Cindy was making noises that announced another approaching orgasm, Justin's ass became a blur as he pummeled her bottom with sharp slaps of flesh. In nearly perfect synchronicity, Cindy wailed and Justin gave out a loud grunt, slamming and pinning his pelvis against her. I could visualize his seed filling the rubber to the bursting point, as he pressed firmly against her cervix. His butt cheeks and thighs quivered with his release, as Cindy's legs shook uncontrollably through her own cresting waves of total catharsis. I was standing there with my knees suddenly wobbling. I sat down before I fell down, my own release dripping off my knuckles. It had to be as rare as a four-leaf clover, finding three orgasms in a single glorious moment of serendipity.

Justin had remained in place on Cindy for several minutes, his face still against her neck, before he finally, reluctantly pushed himself up and off of her, pausing to kiss her once. He padded off to the bathroom. The room smelled of raw sex.

Cindy didn't move a muscle, her eyes closed and her breathing returning to normal. I sat on the edge of the bed and lightly stroked her leg. "Happy Anniversary, angel. And Happy Mommy's Day, too." She murmured a little, but did not move or speak. If she did speak, I think the first thing she would have said was Thank you, for more reasons than one. See, I told you.

That was then, this is now.

"Bill," she yells to me as I flush the toilet. "Can you take Tommy to his practice? And to my mom's afterwards?" That's what I get for taking the afternoon off from work.

I walk into the kitchen so we won't have to shout. "Sure. He needs to be there by four, right?"

"Yeah, but make sure he's got all of his stuff this time. Last week I had to drive all the way back home to pick up his soccer shoes. His coach wasn't a happy camper. And please, make sure he's packed everything he needs to take to Grandma's later. Sorry to dump it on you, but I really need to get busy if I'm gonna have dinner ready when Larry gets here."

"No problem." Cindy is pretty much your stereotypical soccer mom, in appearance and function. Like most wives and moms her age, she frets about her sagging bust and butt, getting the bills paid, and making sure the house is in presentable condition. Her alter-ego role as a libidinous hot wife is artfully masked behind that external persona. And that is precisely what makes her so damned appealing, not only to me, but to the men who are fortunate enough to experience it first-hand.

In a little while, after Tommy's practice and once he's at his grandmother's, Cindy and I will be enjoying with Larry the naughty perks of her periodic metamorphoses. A day in the life of the Henderson's is not unlike those of other suburban American families—with a few minor exceptions . . .



Just  Another Day At The Mall



It's been a productive day at the Antique mall and your thinking about closing early and go home to soak in a nice bubble bath. You then notice a tall lady with long brown naturally curly hair walk in you continue the last minute details and go to the desk to finish the paper work for the night.

You have yourself buried in your work and forget all about the lady that's in the shop. A soft peach/musk sent drifts through the air meeting your nose you inhale the sent deep, placing your hand under your chin and wonder. You feel a touch on your shoulder and it startles you a bit, you look up and see her standing there her blue eyes sparkle. She asks to see a particular piece of jewelry, and you have already put the keys to the case it's in away, you really just want to get out of the shop and go home. There's something about her though that intrigues you... and you decide to find out what it is. 

After getting the keys you walk to the case and open it... that's what I want to see she says pointing to a blue glass beaded collar with a silver ring in the middle, you take it out and place it in her hand. She smiles and looks into your eyes and says I think this would look good on you don't you? You can only nod as you lower your head. She places it around your neck and reaches into her bag and pulls out a leash and clips it to the ring. The sound of metal sends a shiver down your whole body, making your nipples harden some.

She leads you to a small room with only a chair and mirror at eye level used for trying hats on. She stands behind you and tells you to look in the mirror... she says Yes it looks very good on you. She holds the leash tight in her hand and tells you to undress... she watches as you slowly unbutton your blouse as it opens to her view... to a blue silk bra your nipples protrude through the silk, she reaches to the clasp in front and skillfully undoes it. She smiles and tells you to continue. 

You pull the blouse and bra off together. Your hands shake some as your fingers move down your body to your skirt... unzip it and allow it to fall to the floor around your ankles. She looks down to a pair of panties that match the bra, she reaches to them sliding her fingers in the waist band and pushes them down. She grabs both your wrists and pulls you toward her making you almost loose your balance. She then runs her hand in your hair her fingers tangled in it, as she pulls slightly. She places both your wrists in one hand and unclips the leash... she tells you to kneel. 

You lower yourself slowly before her your ass on your heels legs spread just slightly. She lets your wrists loose now and you place them behind your back... your head lowered...eyes to the floor. She's looking down at you and rubs the back of her hand on your cheek then moves her hand under your chin lifting it as your eyes met hers...you feel the wetness start building. You want so badly to touch her but you know not to touch her without her permission .

Her hands move down around feeling your breasts as she feels your nipples rise... you shift back and forth on your knees, your fingers wrapped together tight behind your back. Her thumbs rub across your hard nipples then she pinches them, rolling them in her fingers. She then turns her hands moving them up and around your face up into your hair and pulls you up as you struggle to your feet trying to keep your hair from being pulled out. Leaning to you she kisses your forehead then down lightly brushing your lips the fingers of her left hand are tangled in your hair as she takes her right hand moving it and unbuttons her blouse and the clasp to her silk bra exposing her lovely breasts. 

She looks into your eyes and tells you to touch her right breast but only with your tongue... you lean toward her your tongue touches her right breast circling the nipple... you want so badly to feel it in your mouth and lean closer... She places a finger over your lips and shakes her head no. Your eyes beg... your lips open she leans to you kissing them... sucking your bottom lip into her mouth, she pushes you back against the wall and steps back unzipping her skirt and let's it fall to the floor then kicking it off. You look down to see a very definite wet spot on her panties and lick your lips at the thought. 

She smiles and places her hands on your shoulders... pushing you down, looking down at you she asks what you want...in an almost whisper you answer only to please you Ma'am. Her hand reaches back into your hair as she wraps her hand around it and pulls you closer. Please Ma'am... you have now gone beyond begging... an inner need had taken over and you find yourself getting so wet. The words flow from your mouth so easy... Please may I pleasure you.... she smiles...her hands touch you her skin is so soft... touching you lovingly. You feel you can't stand any more...it's more than a want.. it's now turned into a need a desire. She is the only release and you know you must resign yourself to her wants her needs to satisfy your own.

You shift back and forth on your knees again then she pulls you closer to her waiting crotch. The smell makes your mouth water... you place your face to her mound and run your nose across the trimmed hair . Your fingers reach for her slit as she grabs your wrist holding it tight. Your tongue reaches for her clit, she reaches down with her other hand and pinches your nipple then to the other side. Running her hand up and around the back of your neck and grabs your hair in her hand again pulling you closer. Your lips touch her shaved lips and you slide your tongue up and down, and flick her hard clit... your tongue plunges into her wetness deeper each time, your face buried in her covered in her sweet juices... nose brushing her trimmed pubic hair. 

She moans... her thighs tight around your face she let's your wrist loose and you push two fingers into her deep...wiggle them and lap her sweetness, trying to get every drop. She rides your fingers hard as she moans louder... you know she close and push your tongue in as far as it will go... she pulls your face hard against her as she reaches her climax.... her thighs let loose there grip and you sit back licking your lips, she reaches a hand down placing on your cheek and leans down lightly brushing your lips... then pushes her tongue against your lips... parting them as your tongues met, kissing deeply. She raises back up and smiles saying well my dear I think my search is finally over. You smile and say thank-you Ma'am.

Ring... Your hand shakes as you pick the phone up, it's your best friend wanting to know if you want to go for a bite to eat. You were only ~daydreaming... then her sent hits your nose again and you place your hand to your neck feeling the collar... or were you?



Just Another Day At The Office



I was bored; there was no doubt about it! Another slow day in the doctor's office. Being the office manager meant I had to deal with everyone's problems with a smile on my face. Same old, same old. "Mr. Jones, has your insurance changed?"

"Yes Miss Reed, I did give Dr. Holliday your message."

"Yes, ma'am you do need an appointment."

"Yes Dr. Holliday, I did call the repairman about the leak in the roof."

Oh brother! If I have to yes ma'am, no sir one more person… My thoughts started to wander, when I heard a voice. "Excuse me. LiChelle, is it?"

I looked up into the bluest eyes I had ever seen and was taken by surprise at the sound of my name. "I'm sorry, how can I help you?" I asked in a flustered voice.

"That must be some day dream," Blue Eyes said. I still couldn't speak as I noticed the widest, whitest smile and wavy hair that accompanied the voice. His beard and mustache, touched with gray, finished off the perfect face. In fact, this man was an Adonis! He looked to be about 40, a face filled with character and charm with the body of a 25 year old; he was in excellent shape. "I'm Walter, from the roofing company. I hear you have a leak?"

If I didn't yet, I was about too. This man sent an electric shock through my entire body that seemed to be centered in my pussy. I was still searching for words, but he seemed to take no notice. Was he used to having this effect on women? He came through the patient door, talking the entire time as if we were old friends. "How do you know my name?" I managed to ask. "Name badge, Gorgeous" he replied. Oh, was he a flirt or what?!!

I tried to regain my composure. "Melinda," I called to the front office person, "I'm going to show this gentleman where the leak is." Melinda smirked. "I bet," she muttered. She knows how I can be. We've had numerous talks at lunch about our sexual escapades. But then, that's another story.

I walked down the hallway, directing Walter to the upstairs. I felt his eyes on my back the entire way. At 5'4" and 140 lbs, I don't look half bad. I've been told my finest features, however are my large breasts. I tried to keep my hips from swinging seductively, to no avail. I felt his eyes travel up and down my body. I felt sexy with his gaze on my body.

We walked up the winding stairway to the upstairs. We have a large office and the upstairs is only used for meetings and lunches. I led Martin to the doorway to the attic area.

"Oh my," I said. "It is hot in here." The attic heat was almost stifling. Walter reached across me to push the door open further. As he did so, his arm gently crossed my breast. "It is that" is all he said. He slowly pushed past me in the doorway, into the attic space. I felt a bulge in his pants and almost had an orgasm just having him near me! He edges his way down the sides of the attic, stepping from board to board.

"LiChelle, honey, do you have a flashlight?" He asked. Ever wanting to be of service and quick to oblige, I grabbed one off the storage room shelf and stepped into the attic. Crossing the boards in high heels was tricky. I didn't want to step on the insulation or sink to the ceiling tiles. Finally, I reached the board where Martin was standing. I stepped to the board and nearly fell forward.

"Whoa, there," he said as he caught me in his arms. 

"Oh, thank you," I said, allowing my arms to linger in his embrace. Again, I felt his hardness pressing into my thigh. Trying to think of something clever to say, the first thing I could think of was "Do you carry that tool with you everywhere? Is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" 

"Baby," he replied, "that's my own personal tool I only use for special jobs."

"Do you think this qualifies?" I asked, pressing my lips to his. 

He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his embrace. God, it was hot in that room but the only heat I felt came from our bodies. He kissed me again and again, deep, wet, passionate kisses and began reaching under my blouse, under my bra, pinching my nipples. I rubbed his throbbing cock through the confines of his work pants.

"I tell you what," he said. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." 

I reached down and unzipped his pants and unfastened his belt. His glorious 7-inch cock sprang into my hands. "I have just the use for this tool," I said, turning around and bracing myself on two cross beams. He pushed up my skirt and I stepped out of my thong underwear. Fortunately, I had not worn pantyhose to work this day! Walter began stroking my hot cunt. By now, I was dripping wet and not from sweat!

I felt his thick cock enter me from behind. My pussy sucked him in, not wanting to let go.

"Oh, Baby, you are hot and wet," he whispered in my ear and plunged in further. I bit my lip as I tried not to yell my pleasure but keep it to a dull moan. His cock felt so good, stroking in and out of my dripping pussy as his had massaged my clit. I came once, then again, long and hard. About that time, Walter pulled his cock from my dripping pussy. I replaced his hand with my own. "Fuck my ass, Walter" I pleaded. Holding the cross beams with one hand and my hot pussy the other, I pushed my hot ass back against his throbbing cock.

"Oh, yes," was all he could say as his glorious dick entered my waiting ass. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming with pleasure. There is no place else I would rather finish a man off than in my ass. His fat, throbbing cock spread my ass cheeks as he pumped in and out of me. I rubbed my clit and could contain myself no longer. Walter kissed my shoulders and bit me lightly on the neck. My body shuddered in ecstasy as I came for the third time. He pulled himself away, spraying hot come across my ass.

We were both covered in sweat and other bodily fluids as we left the room. I found some paper towels on the storage shelf and we attempted to clean ourselves up. 

"What about the leak," I asked.

"Well, Darling," Walter replied. I guess I have to come back to recheck the area after business hours. Will you be able to let me in?"

I could hardly wait! "Well," I said, "since I have the only key, I guess I have no choice."

Come on 5'o'clock! My day just got much more interesting!



Just Another Day at the Office



You look at the computer screen, “oh shit how the hell do I make this stupid program do that?” Your head is pounding and you lay head in your hands on the desk. “Where the fuck is she when I need her?”

As if on cue I come bouncing into the office with a huge smile. I look at you and see your frustration.

You look me over from head to toe. The dress is new. It’s short, shorter than usual, and my legs are bare under it. I smile as I think of the surprise that I have for you.

“So what kind of excuse did you use to get down here today?”

“Lunch. But I told her you were having problems with your computer again and it looks as though I was right.” I walk around behind your chair and put my hands on your shoulders. You tip your head back till it settles between my breasts. 

I bend my head down to your ear and whisper; “come with me” then walk over to the ‘couch’ across the room. I sit you down on the couch and put your arms along the back.

“Now, stay just like that, ok?”

“Yes, Ma'am,” you laugh “You’re up to something aren’t you?”

I just smile.

I straddle your thighs and sit on your lap, facing you. 

I lean my head in close as I run my hands down the outside of your legs and back up between them. They reach your zipper and I look up at you. I can feel your cock against it. I look you in the eye as I rub my palm against your cock. I can feel it hardening as I stroke it through the cloth. You start to reach for your zipper to release it for me, but I stop you. “Ah, ah, ah. Hands on the back of the couch, please.”

You reluctantly put them back. 

I get up and walk to a bag that you don’t remember seeing when I came in. 

When I turn around my favorite vibrator is in my hands. We both jump when I turned it on because the soft buzz seems so loud in the quiet office. I walk back to the couch and stand in front of you.

"I am full of surprises today." I say as I take one of your hands and slide it under my dress. You run your hand over my ass and up my side.  All you feel is warm bare skin. 

“Well, I know you didn’t dress like that to impress your boss.” You smile and start to reach for me again. But I pull away and return your arms to the back of the couch. 

I sit on the floor at your feet, and my hands spread your thighs apart, then your feet. I lay back and lift my legs and put my calves on your knees. It opens me up to your view. You spread your legs wider, pushing mine even farther apart.

My pussy is slick and wet. As you watch, my hands go between my legs, one holding the vibrator, the other spreading the puffy lips apart. I slowly run the buzzing toy over my clit and lips. I lean my head back, and begin to pleasure myself as you watch. Your arms become ridged on the back of the couch and it makes you shift uncomfortably in your slacks because your throbbing erection is trapped against the cloth.

The iron control it takes to keep you hands on the couch surprises both of us. You watch the motion of the vibrator as I slide it in and out slowly. I start making little whimpering sounds as I come closer to my release. You know the exact moment I find my release as my head drops back and my body convulses. 

When I have recovered I sit up. I smile as I see your discomfort. I curl my legs under me and kneel in front of you. Again I run my hands up the inside of your thighs. Your control breaks and as I reach your zipper you grab my hands. Holding both of my hands in one of your hands you unzip your pants and release your throbbing cock with the other.

Your gear is restrictive. Your uniform does not allow for you to bury yourself in my hot wet pussy. Instead I smile and lean forward and capture your cock in my mouth. You release my hands and as I wrap them around you I hear a strangled sigh. 

My hair covers my face but you gather it into a ponytail in the back and use it to control the rhythm as I slide your cock in and out of my hot mouth. I hold it tightly with one hand as I work the tip deeper and deeper into my throat until at last it touches. You use my hair to move my head with increasing speed. Your hips lift off of the seat as you finally release your hot come in the back of my throat. I swallow every drop. 

You release my hair and lean against the back of the couch dropping your hands to your sides. I get up off my knees and sit down on the couch next to you. Your head is back and your eyes are closed.

“I guess your headache is gone?” I ask

You say nothing but glance over at me.

I smile “I guess so.” 



Just Another Day at the Office



The alarm on the clock buzzed in the normal tone, just like it did every other day. However, some how, today felt different. Pushing the bed sheets off her scantly clad self Michelle made her way to the bathroom. Her bare feet softly padding on the plush carpet beneath her feet. Entering the bathroom she turned on the water to the shower, tested it, and then proceeded to undress. Bending at the waist she pulled down the pastel pink colored the material slipping from between her ass cheeks with little resistance. Flicking them off to the side she pulled off the black cami she had on letting her perk round breasts hang free. Finally she reached up and pulled the hair tie from her ebony hair. Holding that pose she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her slender figure curvy in all the right parts and her long hair bunched in her fists on top of her head. Her tits lifted slightly, nipples standing at attention, and finally her clean shaven cunt lips were slightly pink and glistening. Michelle smiled. She looked so sexy she thought. Admiring herself a bit she let her hair fall and stepped into the shower.

As the warm water rained down upon her she sighed. Reaching up to grasp her tits and squeezed them gently rubbing her thumbs across her taunt nipples. Maybe a little play time before work she thought? Yes, that sounds good. Taking care of showering she shaved and cleaned up, then stepped out into the bathroom. As she reached up to dry her hair she glanced in the fogged mirror to watch her tits bounce as she shook the towel back and forth in her hair to dry it. Smiling to herself she let the towel fall and her semi-wet form walked into her room. Lying down on the bed she let her thighs part some allowing her long slender fingers access to her already hot snatch. Probing into her wet folds she found that sensitive little button and rubbed on the fleshy nub making her writhe and grind against her fingers. Her tight pink snatch glistened with her juices as she slid her index and middle finger into her fuck hole. Her hips lifted off the bed and she reached up and tugged on her nipple. Moaning under her ministrations she worked her hand faster reaching in deep with her fingers rubbing against her g-spot. Her hips ground into her hand her palm rubbing against her clit as she worked. Panting from her dirty work.

As her long delicate fingers pounded in and out of the slick moist folds of her twat the aroma of her sex filled the room. She could smell her wetness, and it did nothing more but turn her on even more. Reaching down and running her finger over her clit as her other hand continued to finger fuck her she shivered. Continuing to rub on the sensitive nub she groaned as her cunt walls began to convulse around her fingers. Her ass wriggled on the bed some and her hips thrust upward. Moaning and panting loudly she let wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her. After what seemed forever she regained her sense and lifted her soaked fingers to her full lips. Sliding them into her mouth she suckled on them momentarily enjoying the taste of herself, it was so yummy. Lying there she caught her breath, and then proceeded to peel herself off her bed. Retrieving her discarded towel from the bathroom she wiped her drenched snatch dry as best she could before strolling over to her dresser to get dressed.

Selecting what she was to wear today was simple enough. She chose a white oxford shirt, white lace bra, a plain black skirt, black thigh high nylons and her normal office heels. Michelle chose to leave out panties. She felt like being naughty today. She felt like having a nasty little secret no one knew but her, and the thought of it at that moment was making her cunt throb back to life. Giggling at her new secret she got dressed leaving several buttons on her shirt unbuttoned just enough to show a good amount of cleavage. I'm such a slut she thought and giggled again. I'm such a slut and I love it. Spraying a bit of perfume on herself and applying her make up she headed out the door.

Sitting in her car she could feel of the cool air blow over her still moist lips she smiled. Her secret, and that's all she planned it to ever be. The drive to work was the same ole same ole boring 45 minute drive to the industrial park. Pulling into her parking space she smiled and grabbed the folder of papers she had and her purse before exiting the vehicle. Clicking across the parking lot in her heels walked passed a few executives that worked in her building. Several of the men looked at her admiring her curvy form. The way she dressed particularly caught the attention of one of the more higher ups.

The man was no more than 45 and he definitely didn't look the part. His hair was dark without so much as a hint of gray to his hair. He was well built and looked every bit professional as every other guy in the office. However, this time Jack saw how provocative Michelle had dressed and it make his dick twitch to life. A sort of plan created itself within his mind and an almost wicked sort of grin appeared on his face. How lucky was it that they both worked on the same floor, and he happened to have an elevator key? He had big plans and thinking about them did nothing but make his cock twitch to life further.

Slowing her pace as she looked at her watch Michelle knew she didn't need to rush, she was early for work. Just like she was almost everyday. Stepping into the office building she was hit with a blast of chilly air from the AC which immediately made her nipples taunt and poke at the material of her shirt. She giggled to herself. If only they knew what wasn't on under her skirt. Hearing the door open behind her she looked to see the executives she walked past in the parking lot come in behind her. Looks like she'd be sharing an elevator. 

As the bell sounded to signal the arrival of the elevator and the doors slid open she walked in followed by the men. Jack took his place next to her his hand in his jacket pocket fiddling with the elevator key. The usual buttons were pushed and the elevator was sent on its way. It stopped first at the 3rd floor to let off the first group of people leaving Michelle and Jack alone. Then it was a quick ride straight to the 6th floor. However, it was going to be much longer than Michelle had planned. 

Jack stepped forward and pushed the key into its slot turning it and the elevator screeched to a stop right between floors 5 and 6. Michelle looked at him confused.

"Why the hell did you do that?" 

Jack only looked back at her and grinned. "I did that because you're a dirty little slut and you need to be punished." His tone was very matter of fact and serious. Michelle's eyebrows knitted together and she looked at him confused.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Jack stepped closer to her his hands grasping a hold of her large tits, squeezing them slightly and feeling her stiff nipple in his hand through the material of her shirt. Alarmed, Michelle stepped back her ass hitting the back of the elevator.

"Get the fuck off me you sick fuck!"

SLAP! Jacks hand connected with the side of her face and Michelle's eyes watered with tears.

"Don't talk to your superiors like that you stupid slut!"

Jack growled through gritted teeth as he stepped towards her grasping her breasts again. This time he kneaded them in his palms smiling as he watched the fear in Michelle's eyes.

What the hell was he doing, she thought, why the hell is he doing this to me? Me of all people, but most of all why is it turning me on so much? Michelle panted softly as Jack continued to play with her large breasts; he was now pulling on her nipples through her shirt. He wouldn't do this to her, could he? No. He couldn't. She wouldn't let him. Michelle reached up and pushed him away from her, but he was quick and caught her wrist. He pulled her to the ground and sat on top of her straddling her waist.

"I know you like it Michelle. Don't deny it you were holding back a moan when I was playing with those nice tits of yours, I heard you."

Michelle whimpered as Jacks hand reached down and started to unbutton her shirt while his other hand held her wrists together, keeping her from trying to hit him again.

Michelle started to tear up, sniffling slightly, but what could she do? There was no way she was going to be able to fight him; he was obviously stronger than she was. Shutting her eyes tight and turning her head to the side she felt his hands pulling her breasts from her bra. His hands were cold on her hot flesh. Biting into her lip Michelle kept herself from gasping or showing him the satisfaction of him pleasuring her. She bit down hard as he grasped her large tits, and then lifted them off her chest by her nipples.

Jack grinned and leaned over to take one of her puffy pink nipples into his mouth. He sucked on it hard, and bit into the sensitive flesh. Michelle stiffened. She felt herself getting wet and she didn't want to be. Her body was betraying her and the mound between her legs was hot and ready to have attention paid to it. Jack saw what was happening to her and he grinned grasping her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers again.

"You dirty fucking slut, you like this don't you? You like the thought of an older man raping your young sluttish hole don't you?" He laughed at his own comment and got off her. 

"Stand up, slut. Get your ass up you fucking whore, and put you hands on the wall. That's a good slut, do that and bend at the waist. Do it slut don't fucking pretend that you can't hear me!" 

Michelle did as he told sometimes more hesitantly than others. She had her ass in the air some and her hands against the wall her tits dangling under her like two utters.

"Mmmm, that's a good little whore, stick that ass out for me baby..." 

He grinned big as he ran his hand up the back of her skirt feeling her ass cheeks. Sliding his hands up he pulled the skirt over her hips and wrapped it around her waist allowing him a few view of all she had to offer. 

"Oh you're a nasty fucking cunt aren't you? Showing up to work without any panties on, you nasty fucking slut." 

Jack brought his hand back and landed a nice slap on her left ass cheek, then switched to her right. He gave both her ass cheeks a nice bright red color. Seeing her baring her cunt and her ass to him his dick twitched painfully in his pants. Michelle then heard him unzip his pants and the soft rustle of him removing the article of clothing. She whimpered knowing what was coming and dreading it.

Next she knew she felt his dick slapping against her ass cheek. His cock was hot and rock hard. It felt very thick on her ass cheek, but she couldn't be sure. Jack grinned and began to rub his thick 10 inch cock along her sopping wet slit.

" That's a good slut nice and wet for her Master. Good whore."

Master? Her master? Did he just call himself her master? No. No way. Michelle tried to push away from him again, and just like last time he landed a hard slap against her ass cheek. Her left cheek throbbed with warmth and pain, and she stopped her struggling again tears running down her cheeks.

" Keep it up cunt and I will do more than fuck your sopping wet cunt I'll slam my monster cock into your tight little asshole too, and I won't be the least bit gentle with you." 

With that remark Jack began sliding his throbbing cock along her slit again slapping at her clit with the head of his massive hog. Michelle moaned and wriggled as he slapped at her clit. 

"Mmmm, you like that don't you, you fucking slut?"

Jack gave her clit a few more hard slaps with the massive helmet of his hard cock before running it the length of her soaked slit and starting to push it into her tight fuck hole. With a little pressure he pushed his massive head into her tight passage.  

"My god your tight you fucking whore. Mmm, god, your hole is so fucking tight."

Jack hissed as he pushed his thick man meat into her dripping hole. Michelle winced and whimpered, it felt like he was ripping her cunt apart. It wasn't like she had never had sex before it was just she had never fucked anyone with such a large cock, and this one was hurting her. 

Jack grunted as he pulled back and slammed is large prick into her light velvety fuck hole. One of his hands help onto her shoulder pulling her back onto his meat while his other pulled and twisted her puffy pink nipples. 

"You like that cock inside you don't you."

Jack grunted as he thrust into her hole roughly. Reaching up he pulled her head back by her hair.

"I asked you a fucking question whore! Now, fucking answer me!" 

Michelle murmured a feeble "Yes" between her sobs. His cock was so big and it hurt so good. Her tight pussy felt like it was going to split in half. Jack slammed into her again landing a sharp slap across her ass. "Yes what, whore!?"

Michelle turned her head to look over her should, her tear stained cheeks right with shame. She looked confused. What did he mean? "W-w-what?" Jack growled slamming into her tight fuck hole even harder getting close to dumping his load into her slick cunt.

"You should have said 'yes sir' you stupid bitch. You will always address me as sir from now on, you hear, cunt?" 

Michelle nodded sobbing again. However, deep in her tummy she could feel an explosive orgasm growing. How could she be enjoying this? He was raping her. Jack smiled at her compliance and reached around her to rub on her clit as he assaulted her snatch. Michelle groaned and her hips pressed back against him to meet his thrusts. Jack grinned seeing she was finally coming around. He pushed hard into her cunt still rubbing on her clit furiously. Michelle began to moan and pant at the inevitable orgasm that was upon her.

Jack felt her fuck-hole tighten around his prick as he slammed in and out of her wet hole. Michelle screamed and moaned and writhed under him like a dirty whore as she came on his throbbing cock. Her orgasm almost knocking her on the floor had she not been held up by him and the wall. Hearing her cum Jack held onto himself just long enough for her to finish and pumped deep into her fuck hole shooting load after load against her womb. Michelle writhed feeling his sticky hot semen flow into her cunt and shivered in the after shocks of her orgasm. Jack continued to grunt and thrust into her as her cunt milked him for everything he had. 

"Mmm, yeah, good little slut, take that fucking cum in your cunt.." Jack groaned as he slowly stopped thrusting into her and let his large deflating prick fall out. Pulling up his pants he zipped them and tucked his semi-hard cock away.

" Fix yourself, Michelle, you can't get out of the elevator looking like that." Michelle meekly pulled her skirt back down and buttoned her shirt back up. The only problem was she wasn't wearing any panties and she could feel Jack's cum dripping out of her used hole.

Jack looked at her sternly. "Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up you dirty slut, and from now on you are show up without panties just like you did today, also, you are to report to my office first thing in the morning. If I am not there wait for me, understand?" Michelle nodded her head. Jack continued," If you fail to comply your job here will be terminated, and just to let you know. There is no chance in trying to sue me for rape because the camera in this elevator doesn't work and without that as hard evidence there is practically no case." Jack grinned wickedly and turned the key to start the elevator up and it jolted to life. 

Reaching the 6th floor Michelle got out of the elevator and almost ran to the bathroom to clean the now drying semen off her thighs and cunt. Meanwhile, Jack walked to his office with a satisfied smirk on his face. He knew she wouldn't tell anyone, and he knew that she would be in his office the next morning for him to use her tight fuck hole again for his liking. Michelle knew the same thing. She knew she couldn't afford to loose her job, and maybe she liked the fact that he called her his whore. Somewhere in her brain something had clicked. As she wiped the last bit of partially dried jizm from her cunt she knew she would be in that office tomorrow, and maybe then she'd be a little more behaved.



Just Another Day at the Office



She turned off the street into her driveway and pressed the button on her garage door opener. The door slid up to reveal that her husband's car was already in the garage. She wondered how long he had been home. Must be nice to have a decent nine to five job; no late hours, no travel, just in at nine and out by five. She realized that it was unfair of her to feel so bitter that Howard had it so easy. He had what he wanted, was happy with it and it wasn't his fault that she had a strong desire to climb the corporate ladder. Her goal was to become XYZ's first female vice president and if it took long hours, late nights and out of town business trips so be it. She would do whatever she had to do to reach her goal.

She hadn't ever intended that her drive to succeed would poison her marriage, but it had and she didn't understand why. It was never any secret to Howard that she intended to succeed in business. When he had proposed she had said yes, but she had also said that they would have to wait until she finished her MBA program. She had made no bones about it to him - she was not going to be a stay at home housewife and she had made doubly sure that he understood that children were not an option. She had no intension of being held back by the clutching hands of babies. He knew what her goals were before either one of them said "I do."

And yet not three years into the marriage he started in on her about having children while they were still young enough to enjoy them. When she reminded him that she had said "no babies" he had smiled and said:

"That was then. I knew that you would change as you got older. It isn't natural for a woman not to want to be a mother."

"Well, you gambled and you lost Howard. I am not going to have babies."

He had just smiled and ignored what she said and at least once a month he brought the subject up again. He was constantly saying things like, "You aren't getting any younger sweetie; you want to go to your kid's high school graduation looking like their grandmother?" or "Your biological clock is ticking sweetie; we need to get started." 

She finally lost it and yelled at him that if he brought the subject up again she would move out of the house. "I told you before we got married that there would never be any children and there won't be. I do not want children, I never have wanted children and I am never going to have children. Period!!! End of discussion!!!"

How bad had it gotten? She remembered the night they had watched Desperate Housewives. It was the episode where Carlos doctored Gabby's birth control pills and she had glanced over at Howard and had seen the expression on his face when he saw what Carlos did. They very next day she had made an appointment to be fitted for a diaphragm and she hadn't told Howard. She had also gotten a second set of birth control pills. The set at home in the medicine cabinet were decoys. She took a pill from the compact every day and dropped it in her pocket and saved it. When the compact was empty she took it to work with her and refilled it and the put it back in the cabinet and started over. Her real set, the ones she took religiously, were in her desk drawer at work.

With the diaphragm and the real pills she felt safe from Howard, but she still took it one step farther. She never made love with Howard during her fertile period. Howard wasn't stupid. He knew her cycle as well as she did and he knew her headache excuses and don't feel good excuses were just to keep him away from her and to keep him from getting her pregnant. That, and her absolute refusal to even talk about having babies had cast a pall over their marriage and eventually their sex life tapered off to almost nothing.

She was sorry it was that way, but she did not feel guilty about it. He knew before he said "I do" what to expect. She had spelled it out for him months and months before the wedding and he had agreed to it. Their marriage had reached the point where the only reason they were still together was that neither of them had the time or energy to waste on seeing a divorce attorney.

She pulled into the garage and parked next to Howard's car, closed the garage door and went into the house.

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She walked into the kitchen and saw Howard sitting at the kitchen table going through the day's mail. He looked up at her as she came into the room:

"Hi hon, how did your day go?"

"Oh, my day was the same old, same old...you know...sign on, read my e-mail. Coffee break. Get called to the executive conference room, lift my skirt, drop my panties, bend over the table and get taken by the executives, one after the other. Salad for lunch, keep the contractors happy with blow jobs at their desks. Coffee break. Spank some bad employees. Heavy traffic on the ride home. Just another day in the salt mines of corporate America."

"Well, it's nice to know you still have a sense of humor after a long hard day."

"If you only knew" she thought as she carried her briefcase into the downstairs bedroom she had converted into a home office. She hadn't been joking. That was pretty much how her day had gone. She hadn't sucked off any contractors or spanked any bad employees, but Matt, the president of XYZ and Phil, his executive vice president had bent her over the conference table and taken her from behind and a little later they had taken her on the table, Matt in her mouth and Phil in her pussy.

She thought back to how it had all started. She had been a member of a team that had been assembled to work on the buy-out of one of XYZ's competitors. A lot of time and effort (and money) had gone into the project, but although it looked like it was going to be successful they kept hitting one stumbling block - Harlan Vickers! Harlan owned eighteen percent of the shares of Vickers Industries. Normally not enough to be able to block the sale, but there was nothing normal about Harlan's eighteen percent.

When Hiram Vickers (founder of the company) had died he left his fifty-four percent of the stock to his three children, but the terms of his will were quite specific. The block of stock had to be voted as a block. It required that the stock be voted unanimously. That way no two of the children could gang up on the third one and make that third one do something they really didn't want to do. Harlan's two sisters were all for the sale and wanted it to go through. Harlan didn't. So even though XYZ had shareholders who controlled seventy-seven percent of the stock behind the sale, the sale was stalled because Harlan was balking.

XYZ's legal department believed that Harlan's sisters could challenge Hiram's will in court and that if they did they stood a good chance of overturning the stock ownership provisions, but that court fight could take years and might not be successful in the end.

She was having lunch with Phil Weber, XYZ's executive vice president, and lunch was almost over when Phil said:

"We may have a breakthrough on the Vickers deal."

"What kind of a breakthrough?"

"I had dinner wit Harlan last night and naturally most of the talk was about the sale. It turns out that Harlan is not all that averse to the sale. He is being stubborn because he has something against his sisters. They want the sale so to screw over them he won't sell. During our talk it came out that he has quite the crush on you."

"I don't think I'm going to like where this conversation is going Phil."

"What's the matter Elaine? Didn't you mean it when you said you were going to climb to the top at XYZ and would do whatever it took?"

"Yes I meant it Phil, but there are limits." 

"Well let me tell you something Elaine. There are no limits in this business if you want to get to the top. I'm not proud of some of the things I had to do to get where I am and I'm even less proud of some of the things I've had to do as VP, but I wanted to be where I am and so I did them. If you want to move up in this company you will have to do some things that you don't want to do. You might not have to do those things if you worked at another company, but you don't work at another company. We are asking you to take one for the team."

"We? Who is "we?"

"Matt is the one who suggested that I talk to you."

"Let me get this straight. Our president and CEO asked you to ask me to whore myself out for the company?"

"He didn't quite put it that way."

"My God Phil. I'm a married woman. You are asking me to cheat on my husband for a job?"

"Not just any job Elaine. If you want to get where I am you might have to do some things you might not necessarily want to do. What should I tell Matt?"

"You can tell him that I want to speak with him personally about this."

"I don't know if he will agree to that."

"Well then Phil, my answer is no. I might change my mind after talking with Matt, but without a face to face with him my answer is no."

At ten the next morning she got a call from Matt's secretary asking her to meet with Matt in his office at ten-fifteen. Matt cut right to it.

"Phil tells me that you are, how should I put it...reluctant?...to go along with getting Harlan Vickers on board with the sale?"

"Reluctant is putting it mildly. Company whore is not part of my job description."

"That term is a little harsh. I prefer to say "deal closer."

"It doesn't matter what you call it, the bottom line is that you are asking me to cheat on my husband just to help the company close a deal."

"If you don't tell him I certainly won't. But, since you brought up the bottom line I'll give it to you. Bottom line is that you not doing it will not affect the job you now have. Your refusal will not have any impact on your performance reviews and you can look forward to receiving normal raises and benefits, but, and I emphasize the but, you probably will not rise much farther in the company. You can probably expect, based on your current performance, to be promoted to regional manager one of these days and maybe even to division manager, but it is unlikely that you will go any higher. The higher positions are ones we want occupied by those who have XYZ's best interests in mind and who are willing to do what needs to be done to further XYZ's goals."

"Basically then, what you are doing is attempting to blackmail me. You are saying "cheat on your husband, jeopardize your marriage or your career is over."

"Not at all. What I said is that we promote those who have XYZ's best interests at heart. It isn't as if you won't get anything out of helping us in the matter of Mr. Vickers. There will be a rather substantial bonus and your next performance review will be positively glowing."

"How glowing?"

"How about you write it yourself and then Phil will sign it."

"If I decide to do it how would I handle it?"

"I would leave that up to you, but I would strongly suggest that you don't do anything until he has agreed in writing to sell."

She spent two days thinking about it and then she reached for a phone and called Harlan. She met him for lunch and when he asked her to what did he owe the pleasure of her company she said:

"It is simple Harlan. We want you to agree to the sale and you want me."

"Do we need to waste time on lunch?"

She took an envelope out of her purse, took a piece of paper out of it and slid it across the table to Harlan.

"Sign it and then find us a bed."

Surprisingly enough she had enjoyed playing with Harlan and she had continued to see him for almost six months until he moved to California.

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It was five months later before Phil approached her again. There was a big wheel from Titan Manufacturing coming to town and since Titan was one of XYZ's biggest customers they tended to see to it that the visitor had a good time.

"Can you help us out on this one Elaine?"

"Why me? Set him up with a call girl."

"No way! He is too valuable to us to risk getting him busted if we use the wrong girl and she is being watched by the vice squad. No Elaine, we can't use a pro for this."

"So who have you used before now? Get her to do it."

"No can do. Lois in Accounting is who he usually sees, but she is seven months pregnant."

"Some guys are turned on by pregnant women."

"But he may not be one of them and we don't want to take a chance on sending her over to him and him not being happy about it. Come on Elaine, you know it won't hurt you. Look at how things turned out with Harlan. Matt considers you his 'go-to-girl' in difficult situations and that can't be anything but good for you as far as the company is concerned."

"Damn it Phil, I do not want to be the company whore!"

"It isn't that way Elaine. Matt will not ask you to do this with just anyone. It will have to be someone who is extremely important to us. You have to remember that we are asking you to do something for the good of the company and when you do something for the good of the company it will translate into something good for you."

"It just isn't fair Phil. You didn't have to do what you want me to do to get where you are."

"Don't you kid yourself Elaine. I have done just what we are asking you to do. Companies do have female executives that need to be entertained and I've had to do that entertaining more than a couple of times. I did it for the good of the company and the company has repaid me for my loyalty many times over and they will do it for you also."

She thought back to her time with Harlan. She had gotten a ten thousand dollar bonus when the sale had been completed and true to his word Matt had given her a blank form when it was time for her yearly merit review and told her to fill it out. He was surprised when she gave it back to him and he read it. She had been completely honest in all categories, even in the section which said, "Areas in which improvement is needed." In the block that said "Strengths" she had printed in big block letters, "Willing to what is required to further company goals." He smiled when he read that, signed it and recommended a ten percent raise. Well, she had said she was willing to do what was required.

"What do I do? Go to his hotel room and knock on his door?"

"No, he has more class than that. He will make dinner reservations and you will meet him at the restaurant. After dinner he will take you to a play or something. Lois says he is partial to the opera and the symphony. After, he may take you out for drinks and some dancing and then, of course, you will end up at his hotel room. You can tell your husband that you are on a three day business trip."

"Three days?"

"He may only stay two, but schedule three to be on the safe side. Also, I'm setting up a lunch for you with Lois. She can fill you in on his likes and dislikes."

The lunch with Lois did not start out well and it was several minutes before she figured out that Lois was not happy that she was taking something that Lois considered hers. She tried to defuse the situation by saying that she had no intention of making it a permanent arrangement.

"You can have him back as soon as you have your baby. The only reason they have asked me to do this is because they don't know how he would react to a pregnant woman."

"Is that what they told you? Well its bullshit, just plain bullshit. They are afraid that he will think the baby is his and they are afraid of how he will react."

"Oh my. Is the baby his?"

"I don't know, it could be. It is either his or my husband's since they are the only two men I've been with."

"Does your husband know about what you are doing for the company?"

"Oh God no. He would leave me in a heartbeat if he ever found out."

"Then why do you do it?"

"It is complicated."

"Tell me. I'm very much interested since the company now has me doing it."

"It started out simple enough. I was a file clerk and one day when he was in the office Jason saw me and he was apparently quite taken with me. He asked me to have lunch with him and I said no. Then he asked me to dinner and I again said no and showed him my wedding rings. When he was gone I was approached and asked to see him "for the good of the company." Some promises were made so I agreed to see him and here I am three years later the manager of Accounting. The complication is that I fell in love with Jason, but I'm still in love with my husband. I never knew it was possible to love two men with the same intensity at the same time. I don't want you seeing my Jason. What I want to do is scratch your eyes out for even thinking of going near him. How stupid is that?"

Damned good question she thought and she was glad she would never be put in the position of having that strong a love for two different men. "What do I tell Jason if he asks about you?"

"Tell him I have a bad case of the flu. Just don't let him know that I'm pregnant."

"What if it is his?"

"If it is he will never know. If he thought it was his he might try to get me to leave my husband and I can't do that. I won't do that. If he never knows then things can go on like before."

She left the luncheon armed with the knowledge that Jason liked anal and loved oral, that dog fashion was his favorite position and that Lois was going to resent me forever.

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It had gone just as Phil had said it would. She met Jason at an expensive restaurant. They talked and got acquainted over dinner and then they took a limo to MacArthur Hall and listened to the symphony orchestra perform an evening of Beethoven. It was an unexpected pleasure because her favorite piece, the Concerto for Violin and Orchestra, was highlighted.

After, they went to Domingo's for drinks and dancing and at one they took the limo back to his hotel. Jason was charming, witty and an extremely good lover. She found herself enjoying his company and she felt that if he were local it would not have been hard for her to have something long term with him; something on the order of what she'd had with Harlan. That thought made her smile to herself. "Yeah Elaine" she thought, "But only for as long as it would take for Lois to get to you and cut your tits off." 

She spent two days and three nights with Jason and three weeks later she was promoted to regional manager and a week after that the quarterly bonuses were handed out. Hers was a hefty seventy-five hundred dollars. Not bad she had thought; not bad at all since she had enjoyed every minute of her time with Jason and to get rewarded for it too? Just unbelievable. She was even able to have a good relationship with Lois. She had to lie to do it, but what the hell; it was in a good cause. She told Lois that Jason kept asking about her:

"He didn't seem all that interested in me. He tried to hide it, but it was obvious that it was you he wanted there and I was only second best."

She was called on three times over the next two years to "take care of" someone very important to XYZ and her bonus checks were large and her performance reviews were outstanding.

+++++

The company Christmas party was when things solidified for her. Howard did not like XYZ because of the way he felt it had taken his wife away from him so he faked a cold so he wouldn't have to go. She had expected Howard to do that since that is what he had done for the past three years. It was just as well. She wouldn't have enjoyed herself if he had gone with her. The way he felt about XYZ would have made him a wet blanket at the party.

Good food, good music and plenty of liquor saw to it that she enjoyed herself. As an attractive unescorted woman she attracted all of the unattached males and she was constantly out on the dance floor. It was a good party, she was having fun and as she usually did when she was having a good time she eased up on her defenses and her dance partners took every advantage of it. She hadn't been felt up so much since high school.

The busy hands were causing her to become horny and the booze was lowering her inhibitions and it was while she was in that mood that Phil asked her to dance. She had her head tucked into his shoulder and her eyes were closed as she swayed to the music in a very mellow mood. She wasn't aware that Phil had maneuvered them into a dark corner until he tilted her head back and kissed her. The kiss caught her by surprise, but even so when Phil's tongue darted into her mouth she sent hers back to him. They stayed locked in that kiss and didn't break it even when Phil picked her up and carried her down the hallway to a room. He sat her on the edge of the desk and still holding the kiss he pulled her panties off of her. She heard his zipper and when Phil broke the kiss she had laid back on the desk, spread her legs as wide as she could and moaned:




Just Another Day at the Office



"Hurry, please hurry. I need it, I need it bad."

They were gasping for breath when she heard the door open and then close. She looked over and saw Matt unzipping himself.

"Is she as hot as we thought?"

"Hell no" Phil said, "She's even hotter than we thought."

She looked from Matt to Phil and then back to Matt before sitting up and getting off the desk. She turned, bent at the waist and leaned on her elbows. Looking back over her shoulder at Matt she said:

"I want you from behind."

Matt smiled and moved up behind her.

+++++

Just that quick, in the space of one night, she had become part of the inner circle at XYZ. She was invited to all the high level meetings and asked for her ideas and input. Anytime a team was formed for an important project she was on it. She moved from regional manager to division manager a year sooner than she expected and the increased responsibility required more time, more travel and put an even greater burden on a marriage that was all but dead to begin with.

Howard had stopped trying to have sex with her and she found that she didn't care. If he did try to initiate it she never said no and she did try to make it good for him, but it was obvious that the two of them were just going through the motions. She didn't know about Howard, but the only reason that she hadn't gone for a divorce was that it was easier not to. If Howard asked for one she wouldn't fight it, but as long as he didn't it was just easier to pretend that they had a marriage.

Her conference room meetings with Matt and Phil were not daily things, but they did happen several times a week and they were always satisfying. She still did occasionally "take care of" someone important to XYZ, but it was usually someone who was not just important, but 'extremely' important. She did have two really kinky experiences while taking care of those 'extremely important' persons. The first was when the president of one of XYZ's largest customers came to town with his wife and she and Phil double-dated with the man and his wife. She as the man's date and Phil as the wife's date. It was the first time she had had sex while in the same room with another couple having sex. The man was pounding hard into her pussy when he yelled over to his wife:

"See this bitch? This is how a woman is supposed to fuck."

"Oh yeah?" the wife replied, "If you knew how to use your pathetic cock like this guy uses his I wouldn't have to fuck around on you so much."

The second one was when Jason came to town and asked for her. She met him at the restaurant and was surprised to find him sitting with Lois and another man. The man turned out to be Jason's son and she was to be his date. It was an interesting evening. Dinner and then the opera to see La Traviata followed by drinks and dancing followed by a limo ride to the hotel. Then a night spent in Jason's two bedroom penthouse suite being fucked almost senseless by Jason's energetic son who never seemed to lose his hard on while Jason and Lois carried on in the next bedroom. A day spent touring the Museum of Modern Art followed by a repeat of the previous evening and then she had gone home knowing that she had fucked both father and son.

+++++

She set her briefcase down on the desk and then sat down at her PC and checked her e-mail. Nothing important, mostly spam and she was busy deleting it when Howard came into the room. He stood in the doorway watching her and she could tell he had something to say, but was hesitant. He finally said:

"Got a minute?"

"Sure."

He sat down on the leather couch, took a deep breath and said:

"There is no easy way to say this so I'll just spit it out. I want a divorce."

He looked at her like he expected her to say something, but she remained quiet and just looked at him.

"I've met someone else."

Inside she was screaming, "Thank God!" but what she said was, "This is a little sudden. How long have you been seeing her?"

"About four months now."

She was silent for maybe half a minute and then she said, "How do you see it happening?"

"Funny, but I didn't expect you to take it so calmly."

"I'm not stupid Howard. I've known you haven't been happy in this marriage for years. I know what it would take to make you happy, but I haven't changed my position on the subject. So again, how do you see it happening?"

"I guess that depends on you."

"How so?"

"I would like to go Irreconcilable Differences, but I have just admitted to adultery so I guess it depends on how you want it to go."

"Are you sure about this Howard?"

"Yes I am. She and I both want kids and neither one of us is getting any younger so we need to get started now."

She was quiet as she thought about it and then she said:

"Okay, Irreconcilable Differences it is, but you pay all the court costs. I won't bother getting an attorney since I don't intend to fight it as long as you don't get difficult about some things."

"Like what?"

You get everything in savings and in exchange I keep the equity in the house. We cash in the certificates of deposit and use the money to pay off all our debts and then we split what's left fifty/fifty. If that is acceptable to you go find an attorney and get it done."

"What about the rest of our stuff?"

"Take what you want Howard. Don't take anything out of this room. I keep my car, the washer and dryer, one TV and one VCR. I don't care what you do with the rest."

"I don't want anything out of the house, but I do want the boat and trailer."

"So take them. When was the last time I was in the boat anyway?"

"I'm sorry Elaine."

"Don't be Howard. It wasn't working for us. It needed to end."

"I'll sleep in the guest room until I can move out. I'll see an attorney tomorrow."

He got up from the couch and said, "Goodnight Elaine" and headed out the door and she doubted that he even heard her say "Goodnight Howard."



Just Another Day at the Office?



It was just another boring day at the office. Trapped in a cubicle all day long, hoping no one catches me surfing the net, counting the minutes until lunch, and then until I could leave. Around 11 AM my phone rang. Thinking it was probably one of my five bosses, I almost let voicemail pick up. I was immediately glad I didn't.

"Hi J.T. -- It's Christina." the voice on the other end replied. Instantly I sat up in my chair. Christina was one of the few younger women who worked at my company. She worked in a different department, so we didn't see each other every day. But whenever we had worked together, we hit it off well. She was quite attractive, and had a very flirtatious personality. I always considered trying to make a move, but the fact that she was married discouraged me. 

"What's new?" I asked.

After some small talk, she got to the reason for her call. "Want to grab some lunch in an hour or so? I heard there's a new restaurant around the corner that's supposed to be pretty good, and everyone from my department is too busy." She said. 

I jumped at the chance. Not only could I get out of the office for an hour or so, but I'd get to spend the time with a beautiful woman too! 

"Just call me when you're ready to go and I'll stop by!" I replied, trying to hide my excitement.

As we walked down the street to the restaurant, I kept sneaking glimpses of Christina. She was wearing a short, professional skirt which showed off her long legs. A white cotton V-neck tucked neatly into the skirt, showing off her waist and figure. Christina had been a college volleyball player, and she had kept her tall, lean body in shape since then. After a few blocks we arrived. 

The restaurant was an Irish bar. Nothing spectacular, but the food was decent, and the beer was cold. We chatted about the usual small talk stuff - Movies we had recently seen, the weather, making fun of other people in the office, etc. A few times I caught her taking extended glances into my eyes. Was she flirting more than usual? Or was she just trying to make sure I wasn't trying to glance down her blouse? 

After we paid for our meal, we walked back to the office. As we approached, I realized I was almost out of small talk. Not wanting an uncomfortable silence, I asked her how her husband Bill was. 

"Funny you should ask." She laughed. "That's sort of the reason I wanted to have lunch with you." 

"Looks like my day just got a LOT more interesting" I thought to myself.

She glanced around to see if anyone was nearby, as we got in the elevator. "This is kind of a strange request, which is why I couldn't ask you during lunch. I didn't want to offend you in a public place." She said.

"Don't worry, it's pretty hard to offend me." I replied, trying desperately to make her feel comfortable enough to make her request, whatever it was.

"Well, Bill's birthday is coming up. His birthday wish is to have a, uh, well a threesome with me. I agreed on one condition - that I get to pick the third person." She said quickly, as she gazed into my eyes and smiled. 

At this point I figured I could stop being so discreet. I stared down at her legs, and slowly moved up her body, past her slender waist, to her breasts, and finally back to her face. Her eyes were still staring into mine.

"Well, are you interested?" she cooed.

"Ab-so-lutely" I immediately responded. I put my hand on her waist and began drawing her towards me. Just then, the elevator stopped, and the doors opened. I quickly dropped my hand back to my side, and it was lucky I did - Three people were waiting as the door opened, including Christina's boss. 

"Christina, we've been looking all over for you!" Her boss blurted. "We need some answers on the Jacobson project right away!" He continued with his usual bluster. 

"OK, OK, I have what you're looking for, I'll have it in an hour." She replied. Then she turned to me. "J.T., that event we talked about? It's tonight. Are you available?" She said with a wink.

"I can clear my schedule. No problem." I replied, and smiled at her. 

"I'll call you later with the details." She said as she walked away. 

Walking back to my desk, I could barely think straight. The thought of Christina was jumping to front of my mind, no matter how hard I tried to think about other things. How long would she be working on that report? She said an hour, I remembered. After about an hour and a half, I called her.

"This is going to keep me tied up all afternoon." She said. "But we're still on for tonight!"

"OK, I'll make sure I stop by at the end of today to figure out the details." I said. After I hung up, I realized that I couldn't wait. Thinking about her all day would drive me crazy. After about fifteen minutes, I decided to walk down to her department. 

As I approached her desk, I saw her walk quickly into the file room, a secluded room with no windows, and only one door. I slowly followed her, hoping no one else was in there. As I entered the room, I quietly shut the only door into the room, and turned the lock. 

Christina spun around at the sound of the lock, surprised at the noise. She smiled when she saw me. 

"How's the report going?" I asked. "Will you still be able to leave on time?"

"No problem at all. I just have one thing to finish up, and it won't take long." She replied with a smile.

"So you've got some time then?" I asked, approaching her, our eyes locked on one another.

"Maybe a little bit" she said playfully.

That was all I needed for an opening. I walked up to her and put both my hands on her hips and gently pushed her back against the wall. 

"I can't, I'm married." She said with a kittenish giggle.

"If your husband is going to let me fuck you tonight, why can't I fuck you now?" I responded. 

With that, she pulled my lips towards hers and started frantically kissing me. I pushed her brown hair away from her shoulders and kissed and sucked her neck. She let out a soft moan in response. I pressed her against the wall harder, my hands exploring her tight body. Her firm breasts, belly and waist. My right hand reached inside her skirt. She pulled my head off her neck and kissed me hard, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. My hand cupped her ass beneath her underwear, causing a louder moan from Christina. My fingers probed her ass while hers dug into my back. 

My left hand pinned her right hand against the wall, while my right hand pulled her hips towards mine. Christina was breathing very heavily right now, adding to my arousal. My hand moved off her ass and towards her pussy. I slowly pulled her underwear down around her knees, then slid my hand back up her inner thigh. When I reached her pussy, I slowly slid a finger in, making her squeal in delight. Just then, a voice came from outside the room.

"Where's Christina with those final numbers?" Her boss asked to no one in particular. 

I pushed harder against Christina, hoping she wouldn't notice, to no luck. She pushed back on me and said "I have to go, we'll get caught!".

I relented, but guided her left hand to my erection, pushing through my pants. "You can't leave me like this" I said with a smile.

She gasped as she felt the size of my cock. At seven inches I wasn't that much longer than many guys, but my member was especially thick. Luckily, my pleading had the desired effect.

Christina smiled and knelt down in front of me. She undid my zipper while I loosened my belt. My cock was at full stiffness from all the foreplay, I needed to come - badly. 

"Oh my God" she said as she grasped the full length with both hands. I took her head in my hands and guided her mouth onto my cock. I could tell she was as turned on as I was, as she immediately took as much as she could into her mouth. Slowly, she started working her mouth up and down the length of my cock. 

Suddenly, more muffled noises came from outside. Christina pulled her head off my dick with a pop as she turned around. Luckily, the noises continued down the hall. "I have to finish you off" she said to me with a smile.

She opened wide and took almost my entire cock into her mouth in one fluid motion. I had to try my best not to come right there. I gripped her head with both hands and started guiding her the full length, starting slowly but then more quickly. As I got close to coming, I was pounding her head onto my dick and then back off. Christina kept going, moaning into my dick the entire time. I could tell she was as turned on as I was, and that she wanted me to come. She reached a hand up to caress my balls and went even faster . Finally, I couldn't hold out any more and came into her mouth. She did her best to swallow all my cum but since she had no warning, a little dripped out. She giggled and lapped it up with a smile. 

We both got ourselves composed and quickly moved to the door. I playfully slapped her firm ass and whispered "Can't wait for tonight". 

PART 2.

A few hours later, the relief from our encounter in the file room had worn off. I was back to thinking only about tonight, and what was in store for me. Christina had told me that Bill would be waiting for us at their house around 5:30. Finally it was time to leave. Following Christina into the elevator, we kissed passionately the entire ride down. Walking to our cars, it was all I could do to keep my hands off of her, but we couldn't risk office gossip.

I followed Christina to her place, about a 20 minute drive from the office. It was a small, 3 bedroom house with an average size yard. She didn't have any kids, so once we got inside we wouldn't have to worry about any more distractions like there were in the office.

As we entered the house, Bill greeted us. He offered us both some wine, in an apparent attempt to loosen our inhibitions. Little did he know that Christina and I were both fully ready to go. 

"So Dear, it's your birthday - How do you want to get your present?" Christina asked impishly. 

"How about you two get started? I think I'll watch for a little bit." Bill said with a smile. I couldn't have asked for a better response from him!

Christina and I moved to each other and embraced. She kissed me hard, and pulled her body against mine. I quickly unbuttoned her blouse and buried my head into her cleavage. She pulled my shirt over my head and threw it onto the floor, as I reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Any awkwardness I felt about having her husband watch us disappeared when her beautiful firm breasts barely moved as I removed their support. I grabbed her ass with my left hand, while using my right hand to push her breast into my mouth. I sucked and tongued her nipple as she moaned with delight.

Christina then turned around and asked for help with the clasp on the back of her skirt. I gladly obliged, pulling her skirt and underwear down at once. I was left staring at one of the most shapely, firm asses I had ever seen. I caressed her ass cheeks with both hands, and then pulled her towards my thigh. When her ass felt the pressure of my thigh, she rocked her hips, grinding against me.

I turned her around once again, and guided her onto the couch. After removing my pants, I laid down beside her. We kissed and ran our hands over each other's bodies some more. Finally her hand reached my semi-firm cock. She started gently pulling to try to get me fully erect. I pulled her hand away.

"Not yet." I whispered. "First there's something I've wanted to do for a long time."

I gradually kissed my way down her body. Stopping at her breasts to suck on each firm nipple, I moved down her firm, flat stomach. When I reached her hips, I re-positioned myself so her leg was in the air, on my shoulder. I started kissing her calf, and again slowly made my way down to where she wanted it the most. When I reached her inner thigh, I had a perfect view of her neatly trimmed pussy. My mouth made its way to the shaved skin just to the side of her slit. Contact on this sensitive area caused Christina to shriek and buck her hips. I felt the wetness from her snatch against my cheek. 

I decided that I had teased her enough, and inserted my tongue into her pussy. Finally having her anticipation fulfilled made Christina emit loud, deep moans, as I darted my tongue in and out, up and down, side to side. I moved my attention up to her swollen clit, making her moans come louder and more often. After a few minutes, I noticed her shrieks became muffled. I looked up to notice that Bill had stopped watching and inserted his cock into his wife's mouth. (I completely forgot he was there!) His cock was average, about 5 inches or so, and average width. I smiled to myself knowing that it had probably been a long time since Christina had a dick as big as mine inside her pussy.

I pulled back from her, and again positioned her legs up in the air, over my shoulders. Watching her suck Bill's cock reminded me of earlier today, and turned me on more, not that I needed it. I positioned my cock at the lips of her pussy, and slowly entered her. Even with how wet she was, her pussy was still very tight. I started slowly moving in and out, but then picked up the pace to match the rocking of her hips. She pulled her mouth off Bill's cock and started screaming.

"Oh God, yes! Yes! More!" she yelped. I wrapped my arm around her leg so my hand was on her pussy, and rubbed her clit with my thumb as I fucked her. At this point her pleasure was too intense to concentrate on blowing her husband, but she was still jerking him off with her hand. Finally, with a loud scream, I felt her pussy clamp down on my dick. She bucked her hips against mine for at least fifteen seconds until the wave passed. I stopped thrusting, and kept my dick still inside her, to let her recover.

"My turn." Bill said to me, tersely and with a glare. 

"Probably feeling like a 3rd wheel!" I thought to myself. He had just watched me fuck his wife into a frenzy, I guess a little jealousy is natural.

I sat down at the end of the couch as Bill positioned Christina's so she was bent over, her ass in front of him as he stood. Luckily, this left her head in my lap. She eagerly started licking my cock while Bill entered her from behind. 

I thought the blowjob she had given me in the office was fantastic. Little did I know she had plenty more moves which she hadn't used then. Not worrying about getting caught allowed her to tease me and enhance my pleasure. She would alternate taking my entire length in her mouth with running her tongue along the side and back, tickling just the tip with tongue, and even licking and gently sucking my balls. Whenever I would get close to climaxing, she would somehow know and pull back a bit. 

All this time Bill was fucking her - hard - from behind. As he got close, he started slapping her ass with his hand. This made Christina more frantic, and she again took my whole cock in her mouth. Seeing this, Bill pulled out of her pussy. I thought he was about to shoot his load on her back, but no. He stuffed his dick into her asshole, causing her to pull her mouth off my dick and scream. Her face contorted in pleasure and pain as Bill worked deeper into her asshole. 

After giving her a few seconds to get used to the cock in her ass, I was ready for the blowjob to continue! I slapped her cheek with my hard dick. She smiled and got the hint, and immediately went back to work. Shortly thereafter, Bill started moaning and pulled Christina's hips into him as he came into her ass. 

Christina pulled her mouth off my dick again, and looked back at her husband.

"All done?" she asked. After he nodded she turned back to me with a devilish look in her eyes. She crawled up my body and whispered in my ear. "You're all mine now".

She grabbed my dick and put it into her pussy. Slowly, she lowered her hips the length of my shaft until I was completely inside her. My hands caressed her tits as she moved her hips up and down on my shaft. Her moans grew quicker and higher pitched - I knew she was close to orgasm again. She grinded her hips against mine, rubbing her clit against me. I moved my hands to her hips and pushed down firmly, increasing the force on her clit. She bucked and moaned, and this time it was too much for me. As her pussy tightened onto my cock again, I came deep inside her. 

She collapsed on top of me. As my dick softened and fell out of her, she giggled and kissed me on the cheek. We all got dressed, and I made my way to the door. 

"Happy Birthday, Bill!" I said on my way out. Christina laughed. Bill didn't. I got the feeling he was happy to see me go. Christina followed me out to my car.

"I'll see you at work tomorrow" she said as I got in my car. She pulled close to me. "I've got a lot of work to do in the file room" she said with a wink. "Maybe you can help me!" Looks like another fun day at the office!



Just Another Day At The Office



It's towards the end of a Tuesday afternoon as my department manager shows up at my desk. I look away from my spreadsheets and greet him.

He tells me that there's a new employee joining our department and that tomorrow will be the first day. He says he has a meeting and asks me if I can show her around instead. 

'Her?' I say while smiley and frowning and the same time, 'Sure thing, boss.' 

He laughs and tells me to treat her nicely and that I can pick her up at the HR department at 9 am. 

I tell him I will treat her like a princess. He walks away laughing and tells me that I'll be pleasantly surprised.

The next morning I spend some extra time in selecting the right shirt with a matching watch and shoes. I arrive at work at around 8.30 am and start up my computer to answer some e-mails before picking up the new employee at the HR department. 

No one to see and the door's closed, so I wait on the chair on the hallway. Then after a few minutes you come out and you surprise me. Wow, I didn't expect that, you're gorgeous. I quickly regain my composure and introduce myself with a sweet smile. I offer you a coffee and we walk to the canteen together. 

We talk for about half an hour about our studies and the way we rolled in here. There seems to be a kind of chemistry between us, we have a lively conversation and exchange smiles and jokes. After the coffee I show you around at different departments and then after our lunch together you have other appointments.

At around 6 pm the office is empty and I'm about to leave as you walk in. You sit down at the chair next to my desk and sigh. 'Tiring day?' I ask. You nod. I put my hand on your shoulder and laugh. 'You'll get used to it in a few weeks.' 

You smile and put your hand on mine. You thank me for showing you around today and I tell you it's a pleasure getting paid to show a woman like you around. As you stand up I sense that is the moment I should strike. 

I grab your other hand and softly kiss your mouth. You answer my kiss and wrap your arms around my neck. We kiss for a while before I push you against the wall and start kissing your neck. Your soft moans tell me that you're enjoying. I start opening the buttons of your shirt while still kissing your neck and slide it down. 

I lick my way down to your shoulder and bite it gently and your hand grabs my hair as I do. Your shirt drops on the ground with your bra to follow. I lick my way down to your nipples and bite them as you moan harder and I see you throwing your head back against the wall. I pick you up and lay you over my desk. 

I slide your skirt down and and bite your thigh before kissing towards the center. I softly lick over your panties and taste the wetness through the fabric. 'You're enjoying yourself, I see' I tell you. 

You don't reply, the only sound you make are moans. 

I rip your panties open and run my mouth over the length of your vagina. Your moans are getting harder as I circle my tongue around your clit. I use my fingers to softly stroke your pussy lips while my circles get smaller and your moans get harder. My circles have concentrated on the its center point: your clit. 

I flick your clit softly with my tongue and your moans fill the room and I feel your hands in my hair. 

You squirm under me and suddenly your body starts trembling as you let out loud moans. Your wetness soaks my tongue as you cum moaning under me. I give you no time to regain yourself and slide my finger in your vagina. I lean over you to kiss your neck and to whisper in your ear what a dirty little slut you are, already laying here naked and moaning over my desk on your first day of work. 

I slide a second finger in and start looking for your g-spot. It doesn't take me long to find it and your response is even heavier than expected. I start stimulating it as you moan louder and louder. I bite your shoulder and your neck as I feel you approaching another orgasm. I lower my tempo and ask you if you want to cum. You just moan. 

I ask you again, then you reply a soft 'yes.' I tell you you're not going to cum until I tell you to cum, as I raise the tempo again. The moans get harder again and you ask me to let you cum. 

I grab your throat and repeat what I said earlier: 'You're not going to cum until I tell you to cum.' I bring you to the edge again and you ask me to cum again. I love the desperation in your voice as I slow the tempo down for the third time. 

I ask again 'do you want to cum?' 

You moan and say yes in a desperate, high voice. I tell you you're going to have to work for it and undo my shirt and pantalon before dropping my boxers. I pull your head just over the edge of the desk and tell you to open your mouth, which you do before I'm even able to finish my sentence.

I slide my dick in and your tongue runs eagerly around it. Your eyes are looking at me with desire. I grab your head and start using your mouth like a toy. Your tongue feels so good running around it. I feel it's time for your reward as I lean over and stick my fingers in your soaked vagina again. 

I find the g-spot right away and start pushing it rhythmically. Your moans vibrate on my dick and after a minute you're trembling. I raise the tempo and slide out of your mouth. Your hard moans fill the room again and you squirm as you reach an explosive orgasm. I keep stimulating you and you keep cumming and cumming. While you're still breathing heavily I pull your legs towards the edge of the desk. 

Without warning I slide my cock in and grab your throat as I start fucking. Your vagina seems still to be contracting from your previous orgasm and it feels great to me. I have one hand on your throat and one in your hair as the desk moves a little bit every time due to my thrusts. 

You moan again every time I fill you. I twist my hand around your hair and use the grip to pull you up. I ragdoll you against the wall with your face towards the wall. 

You say nothing, you just moan. I push myself into you again and start fucking you again. I pull your hair with every stroke and whisper into your ear that you're such a slut, getting fucked against a wall on your first day of work. 

You reply moaning that you're MY slut. I slow down the tempo and start spanking your ass. First soft, then harder until you moan from the spanks alone. You tell me the combination of being spanked and fucked is about to make you cum again. 

I tell you what I've said before: no cumming without permission. 

You sigh and confirm. Your bum is turning red from my spanks now and I raise the tempo of fucking again. Your moans get me so aroused that I slowly feel the orgasm in my balls building up. I fuck you rough and hard against the wall and you ask for permission to cum again. 

'Not yet darling,' I reply as I bite your neck. Your moans are starting to sound desperate again. I slip one hand towards your crotch to rub your clit as I fuck you. Your whole crotch is extremely wet and my hand slides over it almost without friction. Your moans get higher as you beg me to cum. 

I love how desperate you sound and ignore your request as I fuck you harder and rub your clit faster. You're so desperate to cum that tears start flowing from your eyes. I finally have mercy and tell you you can cum. 

What then happens is something I had never experienced, your legs give in and you moan hard. It's a good thing I have you pinned against the wall. Your vagina contracts hard around my cock and finally I can't take it anymore as your vagina milks my cock to orgasm. Wave after wave of my cum fills your vagina as we both cum groaning and moaning at the same time.

We slowly get back to ourselves as we both sit down in the leather chairs. We get our normal breath back and smile at each other. 'That's not how I expected my first day' you say as you smile, 'it was good nonetheless.' 

I laugh and reply 'just another day at the office.' We both get dressed again and walk outside together. On our way out we greet the cleaning lady, smiling at each other and wondering if she has noticed anything. We wish each other a good evening and then separate our ways to go home.



Just Another Day at the Office



Another office story between a young employee and he older boss. Normal disclaimer, all character are over the age of 18. No duplication of this story without the written consent of the author. Copyrighted 2016. 

Just Another Day At The Office 

...for Teddy Bear 

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Ring... 

Ring... 

"Data Analytics, this is Mishka, how may I help you?" 

"Mishka, can you come to my office please" You hear your boss ask. You look at your watch and see that it's 4:45 and most everyone has already left. You suddenly get nervous and your mind races, wondering why he would call you into his office? Did you do something wrong? Was something wrong with that spreadsheet I sent him this morning. You search your mind trying to find flaw in something you did. 

"Yes Sir, I'll be right there!" 

You mentally go through all of the reasons he would call you into his office. Then your mind takes a different path and starts to fantasize about him physically. "He is handsome for an older man. Well built, piercing green eyes that just make me melt when he talks to me. What it would be like to have him in my mouth! To have him take me right here in the office!" you think to yourself. You cherish the teasing that you both exchange when no one else is around. Your mind wonders at what he looks like naked and your pussy gets wet at the thought. You quickly gather your note pad and pen and head off to his office, still wondering what it is he's calling you for. 

"Come in" calling out after you knock lightly, still nervous as to why he's called you to his office. You open the door and see him sitting at his desk looking down working. He raises up and those eyes catch you again. There's something about his eyes just takes your breath away. 

"Mishka... Come in. You look nice today as always. That's a pretty outfit!" he says peering at you with those eyes. 

Blushing you reply "Thank you" as your nipples become visibly hard under your blouse, secretly hoping that he notices. You run your hand teasingly down your short skirt as he gazes at you, wondering if he can tell your not wearing panties. You tingle inside as you feel his gaze and your pussy tingles as you continue to think about him taking you here in the office. The risk of someone walking in at any time adding to the excitement. You get wetter, squeezing your thighs to try to quench the burning desire deep in your core. 

"I know it's late and I'm sorry to ask you to come here, but I am struggling with the spreadsheet you sent me earlier. I just can't get my head around how you came up with these figures. Can you show me how you did this please?" 

"With pleasure!" You say seductively as you saunter to the front of his desk. Intentionally bending forward at the waist and allowing your blouse to hang open enough for him to see the swell of your breasts. "What can I do for you?" You say innocently as you bite your lower lip. 

He looks up and immediately stops, his gaze fixated at your young breasts. Feeling guilty for his lack of discretion, he clears his throat and looks up clearly flustered "I uh...I'm just um... having a hard time... understanding this section here." Blindly pointing to an area on the spreadsheet. 

You can tell you are having an effect on him now. Your excitement builds deep inside as your mind goes through images of him pounding your young pussy on his desk. Pushing the limits a little further, you reply "Having a HARD time huh?" Putting emphasis on the word 'HARD'. 

He looks up, clearly enjoying the teasing as he looks at your cute little smirk and pouty lips. Joining in on the teasing, he smugly replies "Yes, the more I look, the harder it gets! Do you think you could give me a hand?" 

A flood of juices now start their journey down your thigh, the excitement almost too much as you realize the multiple meanings in his comment. You move around his desk to stand next to him. Again bending at the waist, your back parallel to the top of the desk, you reply "Well, let me take a look and see what I can do for you." 

He slides his chair back allowing you to lean further in to look at the screen all the while he attempts to keep up the impression that he only wants help with the spreadsheet. He looks lustfully at your ass, the skirt pulled tight and your ass on display. He feels his cock stiffen more and adjust it in his pants to try to ease the strain. 

You know he's looking. You can feel his eyes on you and it sends chills through your body. You want him. Right here...Right NOW! Teasing him more, you lean in a little further, raising one leg in that sexy way only a woman can do, revealing the thigh highs your wearing. You hope that he can see them, trying to get him to make a move. Wanting him to touch you...to take you. 

You look seductively over your shoulder and catch him licking his lips as he stares at your tight ass. "What is it... exactly... that you are having a "hard" time with? I can't help unless I can see the problem!" you say as you roll your hips to one side causing him to moan under his breath. 

He stands and rests a hand on your lower back, just above the curve of your ass. As he leans forward, his body makes contact with yours from your hip up to your shoulder as he points to a section on the spreadsheet. The heat of his body and smell his cologne arousing you more. "Mmm Armani, my favorite" you think to yourself. 

"Here, these figures just not right." As he speaks, his hand descend ever so slowly towards the curve of your ass. You think it's just your over-stimulated imagination willing his hand to move. But you feel it again, his thumb lightly rubbing your back as his fingers curve to the swell of your ass. 

He leans back to sit down again. As he moves, his hand glides over your ass sending a chill through your body and causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. You hear yourself moan out load enjoying the feel of his hand. You want more... 

He leans back admiring your lean, young figure again. "It's killing me Mishka. The harder I look at your figure..." catching himself he clarifies "uh...I mean these figures, the harder it gets!" 

Overtaken with the heat of the moment and your growing desire for this man, who could easily be your father, you take a change and move things forward. Using your leg, you push his chair a little so that you can now stand in front of him. "Let me see what the problem is." You say as you spread your legs and lean into the screen, again giving him a great view of you ass and legs. 

His eyes immediately lock onto your ass, again admiring your youth and the tightness of your body. His gaze continues further down your body to your legs, admiring the thigh highs and red 4 inch stiletto heels you have on. Again he groans and grabs his now fully hard cock to stroke it a little, pre-cum now making a silver dollar sized wet spot in his trousers. 

Your pussy burns, knowing the effect you are having on him. You know he's yours. Like baiting a hook...Fish On... You have him now. You feel the juices leaking from your pussy again, that burning in your core needed some relieve. Having too much fun now, you continue to tease him. You try to scratch that itch between your legs by rocking from one foot to the other giving him a perfect view as your ass sways with each movement. You look over your shoulder again and see his hungry gaze and bite your lower lip, not able to take any more. 

You raise up and see him jump, not wanting to get caught staring at you with lustful eyes. You step back and intentionally catch your foot on his chair, purposefully falling into his lap. He groans loudly and immediately grabs your hips. You grind your butt in his lap and feel the swelling in his trousers. With a final twist, your jump up and apologize profusely for the 'accident'. 

To your glee, his hands remain on your hips and your nipples get harder then they ever have. The feeling of them against the silk of your blouse sending electric shocks directly to your aching clit. A whimper escapes your lips as you close your eyes, reveling in the feel of his hands and being totally consumed in the moment. You lean forward, resting your hands on his desk like a fellow being frisked, your back straight and your ass pushed out slightly inviting him to continue. 

Elated, you feel his hands move down to cup the cheeks of your ass, massaging it. "My God Mishka, your are absolutely gorgeous! I love the feel of your ass." He states as one hand slides down to your leg. "Thigh highs and stilettos, that's so fucking hot!" His breathing labored now as his excitement grows. 

You almost cum when his hands slide down to your thigh. You moan your approval at his advances. Taking the hint, he then grasps your left thigh with both hands and slides them up under your skirt. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter he caresses it sending chills through your body. He clears the top of your thigh high and you push your hips back further wanting him to feel how excited you are. 

But he is teasing now, he stops his ascent and is content with just lightly rubbing the soft skin of your thigh, feeling your heat radiate from your soaking pussy. He knows what it's doing to you and smiles inwardly. "You have very soft skin" he tells you as he takes one hand and begins to massage your ass again. 

"Aaahhh...Yeeesssss" you hiss under your breath. Your pussy burning now. He's pushing you to the verge and he hasn't even touched your pussy yet. "What is he doing to me?" You think to yourself as you try to spread your legs a little wider only to realize your skirt restricts it. 

You feel his hand begin to move up your thigh again. This time he continues ever so slowly. He's enjoying the effect he has on you as his fingers move closer to your core, the light teasing touch pure torture. You lean forward again, resting on your elbows now. Your breathing labored as you wiggle your ass enticing him to continue. 

He wants you...but he wants to drive you crazy first. He slides his fingers through the juices running down your leg on his ascent to womanhood. Finally he reaches his target and rolls his fingers around spreading the copious amount of juices leaking from your pussy, pleased with how excited you are. He then sinks a finger slowly into your pussy, curling it down to focus on your G-spot. 

You gasp as you feel his hand move up, knowing he feels how excited your are. Then it happens. You feel his fingers massaging your pussy, you nearly cum the moment he touches you. You then feel him sink a finger inside you. You explode in a powerful orgasm the moment he hits your G-spot. Your pussy clamps down on his finger, squirting all over his hand as he slides it in and out like a small penis. In the throws of your orgasm, you raise up. Your body rigid as you float above the room in pure orgasmic bliss. 

He grins "Mmmm, a squirter" as he continues to massage your pussy. When you come back to earth, he pulls his finger from your soaking pussy. You look over your shoulder in surprise at the sudden absence of his finger only to see him sink it into his mouth, licking it clean. "Mmmmm. You not only look good Mishka, you taste even better!" 

At that point, you hear a quick knock on the door. You jump but see him calmly motion you to be still. 

"Come in" He says in an authoritative voice to the person outside. The door opens and one of the analysts steps in to discuss a report that was requested. As the conversation continues between the two men, you feel his hand slide back under your skirt. Sinking two fingers deep into your pussy now, he continues his conversation never letting on that anything was happening. His multitasking abilities surprising you as he finger fucks you, never missing a beat in his conversation with the Analyst. 

Not wanting to give away what he was doing, you lean forward again to look at the computer screen, moving the mouse and hitting a couple of keys on the keyboard in an attempt to masquerade. From the angle of the desk, it looked perfectly normal. Little did the analyst know that he had his fingers deep inside you, fucking you while carrying on the benign conversation. 

It's killing you, the feeling of his fingers in you, your already heightened sexual state, the fact that someone was right there and could catch the two of you in a very compromising situation if he knew what was really going on behind the desk. You bite your lower lip trying to prevent the guttural moan that's wanting to escape your lips. 

Thankfully they end the conversation and the analyst leaves stating he is the last one and will lock the door behind him. You moan softly as the door closes and squeeze your legs to capture his fingers and stimulate your pussy more. Totally overtaken by the erotic situation, you turn abruptly, his fingers sliding out of your pussy with a sloshing sound. He looks at you puzzled as you grab his hand and pull it to your mouth. With a seductive smile, you suck his fingers clean one at a time. Sucking them deep into your mouth like little cock. Satisfied they are clean, you grab the back of his head in pure passion and kiss him deeply. Sliding your tongue deep into his mouth to duel with his before relenting and sucking his into your mouth. You slowly release his tongue as you stand, the wet sucking noise escaping your lips as you release his. 

The look on his face a combination of surprise immediately followed by lust and desire. Those eyes, Damn! What they do to you... 

You look at him and wave your finger. "You naughty man, teasing me like that in front of him. It's your turn now!" With that, you bend over and attack his pants, eager to free his stiff cock. He leans back, smiling at your youthful enthusiasm. Pushing his legs together, he raises his ass off the chair as you hurriedly pull his pants down, his stiff cock slapping his stomach with a pop. 

You gaze at it admiring its size. Not overly long or thick, but just...perfect. You lick your lips as you reach forward and take it in your hands, pre-cum bubbling out of his slit as you give it a few slow strokes. You look directly into his eyes the entire time you descend down on it. You roll your tongue around the tip trying to savor all of the sweet pre-cum that is now flowing freely from his cock. You tease the underside by licking up from his balls to the tip of his crown, spending extra time in that sensitive area under his cock head before devouring his length again. 

He closes his eyes and moans loudly. You briefly get concerned that someone will hear, but are too taken up in the moment to really care. Not being able to hold back any longer, you take him back into your mouth. Slowly at first, then taking more and more until you feel him at the back of your throat. Holding him there, you roll your tongue along the underside causing him to groan again. You feel his hand grabbing the back of you head now, taking a handful of your hair as you begin to bob up and down on his cock. 

Feeling his hand grip your hair tighter, you moan causing a wonderful vibration to go from your mouth directly through to his cock and you're immediately rewarded with a flood of more pre-cum. You pull off with a pop. Looking him in the eyes you ask "Is this helping you with your problem?" 

"Mmmm, yes, it's helping. However, I believe that the problem is a lack of insertion of the right digits." He says with a coy grin. He stands, pulling you up with him. He turns you around to face the desk. He pulls you back to him as his hands reach up and caress your tits through your blouse. He rolls your nipples between his fingers sending electric bolts directly to your clit. You feel his steel shaft wedged between your ass cheeks and push back into him more moaning loudly, loving the feel of his hot body against you. 

Leaning around you, he swipes the few papers that are on his desk to the floor to make room. Your pussy floods with more juices as the realization that he really IS going to take you sets in. He is going to fuck you...right here, in the office...on his fucking desk! "Yeeeessssss" 

You feel him grab the back of your neck as he bends you over to rest on the desk. Your ass nearly exposed as your skirt rides up. You hear him moan as he takes in the sight of your tight little ass bent over his desk, your long legs covered in thigh high stockings with those sexy red stilettos driving him crazy. 

He kneels behind you, lifting your skirt to expose the engorged lips of your more than ready pussy. Grabbing your ass cheeks, he spreads them wide before running his flattened tongue up your pussy lips and over your ass. 

You squeal loudly, not caring if anyone hears you. Suddenly, through the fogged state your are in, you remember that the analyst said he was the last one and that he locking the door. You let yourself go now, taking in the overwhelming feeling of his tongue fucking you. 

You spread your legs wide now that they are not confined by your skirt to allow him better access. Reaching back, you grab his head and pull it into your pussy. "Oh My Gawd...YES...eat me!" 

He continues his tongue bath, trying to clean your pussy of all the juices that have freely been flowing since you walked into his office. 

He pushes you forward a little before he sucks your clit into his mouth causing you to scream out loud As another orgasm takes up. As he continues to suck your clit, he slides a finger back into your pussy before pulling it out and spreading your juices over your puckered ass. The sensations almost too much now and before you can even come down from your current orgasm you feel another one approaching, keeping you in a constant state of arousal. 

Without warning, you feel him remove his finger and stop his oral pleasures. "NOOO" you whimper, only to be pushed back down on the desk forcefully. He grabs your hands and holds them behind your back with one hand, pinning you to his desk. He then grabs his steel shaft with his other hand and guides it to your waiting pussy. 

Rubbing the head over your clit and lips to wet his head, he leans in and whispers in your ear "You've wanted this for a while, haven't you? You tease me with those short skirts and loose tops, knowing what it does to me. You've wanted me to take you in my office you dirty little slut, haven't you?" 

A deep guttural growl escapes your mouth and you reply "Yeeeessss...Please...stop teasing me and fuck me." You plead with him as he continues to rub his cock up and down your slit. 

He laughs... "You see what teasing gets you! Beg me...beg me to fuck this tight young pussy. Beg me to take you here in my office. Beg to be my little fuck toy!" 

This is exactly what you've wanted. Exactly how you've wanted to be taken. You moan in ecstasy, totally absorbed in what he is doing to you and the sensations cursing through your body. You hear yourself moan out a response "Yeessss" you scream, "Take me here in your office, right here on your desk. Make me your fuck toy. Use me in every way possible.Fuck my pussy...fuck my mouth...fuck my ass, just please FUCK ME...PPPLLLEEEAAASSSEEEEEE!" 

You feel him align his cock up to your wanton hole and with a quick thrust, he goes balls deep into you. You explode in yet another powerful orgasm, your body going rigid as he holds you down on the desk. 

As you reel in the afterglow of your orgasm, you feel him start to slide in and out of you immediately taking you right back to the edge. He pumps his cock in and out as he releases your hands and quickly replaces it with a firm grip of your hair. Pulling, you arch your back and he pulls you up to him. Still sliding in and out of you, he leans in and bites your neck as his other hand snakes around to pinch your nipples. 




Just Another Day at the Office



He nudges up to your ear, breathing deeply as he becomes more excited. "You are a very naughty girl teasing me like you have!" He grabs you around the waist and pulls back as he sits back down in his chair, pulling you into his lap. The feel of his hard cock going deep inside you as you sit in his lap driving your desire higher. 

You bounce on his cock a few times, leaning back into him. He reaches up and rips your blouse open exposing your hard nipples. He reaches up and tweaks them in his fingers as you continue to meet his thrusts as he pounds into you. You melt into him and grind your ass down into his thrusts. Pushing him down hard, you gyrate your ass in small circles pushing you both higher to the ultimate goal. 

He grabs your hips firmly an he approaches his climax, pulling at you as he raises up into you. He moans loudly and quickly raises up telling you to get on your knees. 

You slip off his lap and drop to your knees. You reach up and grasp his cock with both hands pumping his sloppy cock as you mouth moves closer to capture every bit of his cum. Your tongue flicking over the tip as you continue to jack his cock off. You release his cock, grabbing his ass with both hands as you slide his length into your throat. You dig your nails into his ass pulling him into your mouth with feverish determination. 

He growls at the pain of your nails, the combination of that and the sensation of your throat sending him over the edge. He grabs your head and fucks your face hard as he explodes in your throat. 

Jet after jet of his sweet cum rockets into your mouth as you try to swallow it, exploding in a final orgasm as the first jet hits your throat. As you rock through your own orgasm, your unable to keep up with the onslaught of his ejaculation and some of his essence escapes out the corner of your mouth and runs down your chin. Your head rocks back as you reach the peak of your orgasm as the last of his orgasm lands on your face. You both collapse exhausted and satisfied. 

As you both try to regain your composure, you slowly crawl over to him sitting in the chair. You reach up and take his cock into your mouth to clean him, reveling in the combined taste of your mixed cum. His body twitching given the sensitivity after just having mind blowing sex. He rubs your cheek and leaned down, kissing you deeply. "I may have you help me more often Mishka. You certainly have a way of keeping my attention!"