41 comments/ 146101 views/ 26 favorites The Loan By: harukifan "At this point, I don't want a boyfriend," said Ann, finishing off her third glass of wine. "I just want someone to sleep with." She finished this thought with a slight smile, as if she was only realizing the truth of what she said in the exact moment that she said it. My wife and I smiled and laughed supportively. We had been hearing the disappointing tale of Ann's latest relationship, with a 35-year-old man who in six months of dating never once tried to have sex with her. "Six months and no sex?" I said, incredulous. "Nothing," Ann said. "He barely kissed me. I told him early on, what's up with this? I have needs, damn it. But the months went by, and still, nothing. I think he must be gay." "That is such a tragedy," I said. "Because -- and don't take this the wrong way -- but, I would totally have sex with you." Ann laughed. "Well fine, I'll take that as a compliment," she said. My wife smirked at me from behind her wine glass. She knew of my flirtatious ways. "No, seriously Ann," I said, feeling the effects of the wine. "I've had a crush on you for like the last six years." Ann was blushing now. We'd always had a very good rapport and the three of us always talked openly about all kinds of topics, but tonight there was a bit of additional energy in the room. "OK, tell me more," she said. "I just think you're an amazing person," I said, feeling bolder now, the words all falling into place. "You're so attractive. I love your spirit. You're generous, you're a great mom. Even when you were married, I used to think about you very fondly. I've just always respected you a lot." Ann laughed. "It's nice to get some compliments from a fine gentleman like yourself," she said. Ann was one of our favorites in a large circle of single mom friends, who often joined us for dinner and wine while our kids ran amok in the basement, leaving us at the dining room table for some precious adult conversation. She was a petite brunette with short hair, delicate features and intelligent eyes. We always wondered why it was so hard for Ann and our other single mom friends to find a decent guy. Like the rest of our single mom friends, Ann was smart, sexy, hard working, well-educated, interesting, and engaged with the world. We enjoyed her company and hoped for the best for her. During the early years of our marriage, my wife and I used to ask each other, "I wonder which of our friends will end up getting divorced?" We never wanted to get divorced ourselves, but we recognized that statistically speaking, at least some of the happy young married couples in our social network would eventually split up. And then all of a sudden, it happened -- a flood of divorces. These were not orderly, amicable, "in the best interests of the child" divorces, these were dark, miserable, "Lifetime movie come to life" divorces, each more shocking than the last -- husbands getting caught with multiple affairs, husbands embezzling money and going to prison, husbands who had been living secret lives for years. The full spectrum of bad male behavior was on exhibit in the lives of our friends. Not only did I feel terrible for our friends for what they had gone through with their divorces and all the attendant financial struggles and childraising challenges, but I also felt bad that, while their philandering husbands almost always went on to find new hookups, girlfriends or even get remarried soon after the divorce, so many of these attractive, intelligent women went on to spend the next several years without so much as going on a date. Maybe it was true -- maybe there were no good men out there. The night Ann was at our house, we escorted her and her daughter out to the front door and waved goodbye as they drove off. My wife cuddled up to me. "I'm glad to have you," she said. "Thanks for being a good husband." "You make it easy," I said. And it was true. Compared to the emotional wreckage of so many of our friends' marriages, my wife and I enjoyed a peaceful, contented union. We had our ups and downs, and sometimes we fought about stupid stuff, and sometimes we both said things that we later regretted, but for the most part we understood each other, we respected each other, and we wanted it all to work out. And we still had amazing chemistry. I couldn't imagine having an affair with another woman. Every time I kissed my wife, I still felt a memory of that first magnetic kiss on our first date. Every time I saw her naked, even after 10 years together, I still remembered the first time I undressed her, alone together in her tiny graduate student apartment, loosening the knot on her bathrobe, sliding it down past her shoulders, exposing her breasts, seeing her taut nipples, running my fingers delicately up her thighs, gazing upon that perfect dark triangle between her legs, seeing how she had trimmed her hair to make herself ready for me. Even as a married couple for 8 years now, with two young kids, every time I make love to my wife I remember that first time, both of us young and free, helping her over to the bed, both of us delirious with desire, running my tongue along her inner thighs, her body so responsive, she let out little gasps and sighs and moans, waiting with electric expectancy for everything that was to come. How many times have my wife and I had sex? 10 years together, 52 weeks a year, twice a week on average? 520 times? It doesn't seem like much when you put it that way. Compared to the full scope of life, the duration of our lovemaking is such a small amount of time, but it has commanded such a large proportion of my mental energies. In the early days, we used to spend the whole weekend in bed. We used to have sex 5 times each weekend, until we were exhausted and sore. We had an intense physical need that could not be satisfied, we could literally not get enough of each other, as if every new act of lovemaking was an escalating effort to more deeply envelop and absorb each other. I loved everything about her, the way she tasted, her scent, her chemistry. Every move she made in bed seemed to perfectly anticipate my needs and my desires, an intimate choreography. I was 24 years old when we first met, and I remembered feeling like this woman was the culmination of all of my most feverish youthful fantasies. All those nights going home lonely from bars and nightclubs and school dances had led me to this moment and this woman, miraculously designed to fulfill my erotic imagination. Of course our sex life had cooled a bit as the years went on. We had two kids and we had our careers and chores and bills to pay. We had all the regular challenges of a married couple embarking upon the early years of adulthood. But I still saw my wife as a conduit of youth and excitement. Even after 10 years together, after every climax, resting my head on the pillow and feeling her head resting on my chest, I felt as if we were the only two people in the world. And I knew that I was a lucky man. A few days after Ann was at our house, my wife and I had just finished making love when my wife looked particularly thoughtful as she rested her head on my shoulder. She ran her fingers over my chest, kissing me softly on the neck. "You know," my wife said, "You're pretty good at this sex thing. Maybe I should start loaning you out to our single mom friends." I laughed, still enjoying those moments of post-coital bliss, not taking her seriously. My mind was elsewhere. "You wouldn't allow that," I said. My wife was silent, pondering. "Or would you?" I said, turning to look at her. She had a mischievous gleam in her eye. Suddenly I felt a growing sense of focus on what my wife was saying. "I can't believe you'd really be willing to share me," I said. "We know how territorial you are." "Well, here's what I'm thinking," my wife said. "We know all of these single moms. They're amazing women. They're beautiful, talented, wonderful people. So why should they be deprived of pleasure just because they married the wrong guy?" "So you want to loan me out?" I said. "How do you think our friends are going to react to this? And are you sure you want to share?" "I'll consider it a community service," she said. "Charitable giving. There's only one thing that concerns me." "What's that?" I said. "I don't want you to fall in love with any of them. I want to be your wife." "How could I ever give you up?" I said. "Just the thought of it seems impossible to me. No one could ever replace you, and I think you know that." We both laid there in silence for awhile, thinking about this new possibility that my wife had just introduced into our bed. I had never seriously thought of being with another woman, even after 8 years of marriage. Of course I'd had my fantasies, and even a rare moment of temptation, but these feelings were always easy to dismiss. I prided myself on being a rational, pragmatic person who lived in reality, and I knew what I had. I would never have considered jeopardizing my marriage for the short-term pleasures of an affair. I didn't even like to think of it in terms of "jeopardizing my marriage" -- the phrase sounds so stiff and formal -- the simple fact of the matter was, I couldn't imagine having an affair because I didn't want to hurt my wife. And not only did I not want to hurt my "wife," but even more, I didn't want to hurt the young woman my wife used to be, when we were 24 years old and frantically kissing and undressing each other in her un-air conditioned apartment. She was still that same person in my mind and memory, and I wanted to honor that memory just as much as I honored our commitment. So even though I couldn't imagine committing adultery, now that my wife was offering the possibility of sex with other women, I found myself feeling intrigued. I envisioned Ann, kissing me, pressing herself against me, rising and writhing as we thrust into each other, her eyes squeezed tight, biting her lip to stifle a moan. We didn't talk any further about my wife's idea until a few days later, having a cup of tea in the living room while our children were asleep. "Are you still interested in the idea we discussed the other day?" my wife said to me. "I'm interested," I said. "But I don't want to be too interested, if you know what I mean. I don't want to get my hopes up. I mean, what would our single mom friends want with me? An old married guy." "Well, let's say, there's interest," said my wife. "How would you handle it?" "I suppose we'd have to get a hotel," I said. "Maybe she wouldn't want to have me in her bed. I assume you wouldn't want us to do this in our bed, plus the kids are always around." "Not logistics," my wife said. "Don't jump too far ahead. What I mean is, how would this arrangement affect our marriage? Are we playing with fire here?" "I see why you would say that," I said. "And I don't mean to argue in favor of this, or make it sound like I'm trying to convince you to give me permission. I don't want to sound overeager. I don't want to have to convince you of anything; I'm just exploring ideas here. But here's how I think it could work. You and I are each sexual beings in our own right, correct?" "Correct," my wife said. "Before we got married, we each had our own history. You had sex with other people and I had sex with other people." "That's right," I said. "So, if you give me permission to have this experience with a friend of ours, you're really just allowing me to reclaim and express a part of myself that was there all along. It doesn't have to take anything away from what we have together." My wife thought about this for a moment. I found myself feeling excited, not just sexually, but intellectually. We were exploring and redefining the boundaries and ethics of our marriage. "Is there anything that worries you about this idea?" I said. "I just don't want to feel regrets," she said. "I don't want you to go and have sex with another woman, and then I immediately feel jealous and feel bad about it. I don't want to hate you. I don't want to feel any differently about you afterwards." "I understand," I said. "I can imagine how that would be a concern. Here's an idea for you: does it make you feel bad that I used to have sex with other women, before I met you?" "No," she said. "Is my love for you diminished by the fact that I've had experiences with other women?" "No," she said. "Then maybe this could be just another experience with another woman," I suggested. "It doesn't have to compete with what we have, it doesn't have to take anything away. It's just another experience that's part of life and we can use it to make our relationship even stronger. But I don't want to oversell it. I'm not trying to persuade a jury here." My wife smiled. "Sometimes you can be too persuasive for your own good." "I wonder how persuasive you can be in convincing our friend to have sex with your husband," I said. "I really doubt anyone would be interested. It's kind of a strange thing to say, isn't it? 'Hey, would you like to have sex with my husband? I don't mind. He's a loaner.'" "A loaner boner," my wife said, wrinkling her nose at her own bad pun. "But don't underestimate women's needs. Don't you think Ann might be at least willing to consider it? Especially since she knows you. You're someone she trusts and respects. And if there's some attraction there, why not explore it? What does she have to lose?" "Her virginity?" I said. We both laughed. I found myself enjoying my mid-thirties. Aside from the drudgery of childraising and the pressures of paying bills and climbing the career ladder, with each passing year I was feeling a greater degree of freedom in my own mental space, a kind of abandon of preconceived limits on what my life "should" or "had to" be. My marriage gave me freedom to find out what kind of man I wanted to be, and where I wanted to go in life with my wife as my supportive partner. Now my wife was introducing the possibility of non-monogamy, of getting to experience the rush of a new relationship with a woman. Better than a furtive affair or a midlife crisis, I was grateful that I was getting a chance to explore some of these questions while I was still young enough and healthy enough to make some changes and try something new. A few weeks went by, and my wife invited Ann out for drinks, just the three of us. We hired a babysitter to watch all of our kids, as we often did when we needed to get out of the house and enjoy some adult conversation and adult beverages. We found a private table at our favorite bar and the three of us had a few drinks, talking and enjoying the night. The unusual energy from the earlier evening still seemed to linger between Ann and I, as though we had an understanding that hadn't been there before. My wife seemed to be biding her time. She sipped her drink. "So Ann," she said. "How's the dating game?" "No big changes," said Ann. "I think I'm going to take a break from dating. It just hasn't been worth the effort lately." "It's a shame," said my wife. "It seems like all the best men are married." "I know," said Ann. "You two are very lucky." "The luck is all mine," I said. "Ann, I don't know how else to say this," said my wife. "I want you to have sex with my husband." I was floored. I had no idea she was actually going to propose this idea, let alone tonight, let alone in public. Ann was quiet, but did not seem as shocked as I was. She had a small hint of a smile creeping across her face, as her eyes shifted, calculating, taking in each of us in turn. Finally she spoke. "Are you serious?" "Yes," my wife said. "How...what would we..." Ann seemed unable to process the offer she had been presented with. "I'm going to need to think about this." "It's exactly what you said you wanted," my wife said. "No strings attached. You can get your needs met by a man you know, trust and respect. I can vouch for his talents." She smiled slyly at me. I wasn't sure what to say. I could hardly believe this was happening. I decided to stay silent and let the women do the talking. "I don't know if I could do that...to your husband, to your marriage," Ann said. "Wouldn't I be 'the other woman' or something terrible like that?" "We've talked it over and whatever happens, we can handle it," my wife said. "This is something we'd both like to see happen. We trust you to make it a good experience for everyone. We don't take this lightly. But we know you, and we trust you." We were all silent for a moment as Ann continued to think through the ramifications of what she had just heard. "I just need to think about this," she said. "Wow -- I'm, I'm flattered. I just don't know what to say." "Take some time," my wife said. "The offer stands. We care about you and we want you to have some fulfillment." After such a conversational bombshell, the evening could have ended awkwardly, but instead it ended with an air of possibility. Ann thanked us for the offer and said she would get back to us soon. A few days later I got a text message from Ann: "My house. Tonight. 7 p.m. Your wife will watch the kids." I called my wife. "Is this for real?" "You'd better believe it," she said. "I hope you're ready to satisfy a woman tonight." "I hope so too," I said. I left work an hour early to prepare for my "date" with Ann. My heart was pounding and I felt a nervous hum of energy as I showered and shaved, thinking of how long it had been since I had gone on a first date with a woman, kissed another woman, seen another woman naked. I packed a small travel bag with toiletries and a box of condoms, put on a touch of cologne, and then I got dressed and went downstairs. My wife was waiting in the living room with our two kids and Ann's daughter, who she had picked up from daycare. Somehow seeing Ann's daughter there in our house at that moment made me feel a twinge of guilt about what I was about to do, like I was invading what should have been the private realm of this child's parents. But then I put it out of my mind. It wasn't my fault that the child's father had been derelict in his responsibilities to his wife and family. I was involved in an adult relationship between consenting adults, and nothing that happened between us needed to affect our children. "Are you ready?" my wife said, with a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I think so," I said. "Are we really going through with this?" "It looks like it," she said. "How do you feel?" "Surprisingly comfortable," I said. "I love you. I love you incredibly. You are the best woman in the world." I kissed my wife on the cheek and then, passionately, on the mouth, lingering over her lower lip. She smiled at me with that familiar mischievous gleam. "Go get 'er, cowboy. Don't be late." I arrived at Ann's apartment 10 minutes later, climbing the stairs and knocking on the door. I wondered if anyone saw me, and what they would think. My wife and I had been to Ann's place before, but not often, and I had never been there alone. Would people have any idea what we were up to? Would they assume I was cheating on my wife? No one would have any concept of this kind of permission that my wife had given me. Ann opened the door. She was wearing a silk robe and makeup. Her hair was pulled back with stylish silver barrettes. A candle in the kitchen cast a faint glow over the room. I wasn't sure what to say. "You look gorgeous," I finally stammered. This was a long-time friend of ours, but in this strange new context, I wasn't sure how to act. "So, I decided to accept your wife's offer," Ann said, circling me as she closed the door behind us. "How does that make you feel?" "Like the luckiest man alive," I said. The Loan Ann crept up behind me and encircled my waist with her arms, pressing her face against my back. She was at least eight inches shorter than me, so her forehead rested well below my shoulder blades. I felt the heat of her breath through my shirt. "What do you want to do?" she said, softly. She came around to the front of me so I could see her. She was barefoot and I could see her bare legs under the robe. "Everything," I said, suddenly feeling confident and aware of what I wanted. "I want to do everything with you." Now our faces collided with the fury of a first kiss, gasping and pressing, tasting, exhaling, lips enmeshed, exploring each other's tongues, surfacing and then plunging back. Ann held herself away from me for a moment as if to gauge how far she was willing to go, catching her breath, placing her hand over her chest as if to say, "ahem," and then reached for my hand. She led me back into her apartment to the bedroom, where her Queen bed had been made especially for the occasion. All children's toys had been banished from the bedroom. Candles lined the walls and headboard. Ann pressed her face against my chest, kissing me through the fabric of my shirt, and then stepped back two paces, standing alone in the space at the foot of the bed. With a deft motion, she undid the knot around her waist, and her robe slipped down to the floor. Ann stood before me wearing nothing but a bra and panties. The fabric was sheer and blue, and I could see her nipples protruding through, and the faint outline of her pubic triangle. I gazed over her body, appreciating every line of her feminine form, her shoulders, her clavicle, the rise of her breasts, the soft belly that showed she's a mother. Now that I'm a father myself, I find that I am most attracted not to flat-stomached models, but to women who have had children, and I love the marks that children leave upon women's bodies -- I love that maternal softness, that sign of having borne a great burden for a purpose larger than one's self, the battle scars of bringing new life into the world. Now I'm lunging at Ann and we're kissing again, tumbling onto the bed. She grasps at me between my legs, feeling my erection through the fabric of my jeans, pressing my firmness between her thighs, wrapping her legs around my waist as if to trap me. I run my tongue along the length of her neck, licking her ear lobe, eliciting sighs and moans as she reacts to the exploration of these erogenous zones. I delicately pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, feeling how erect they are, straining to be touched, fighting to escape the thin fabric of her bra. My hands reach around to her back and I'm unfastening her bra. She raises her arms up and shrugs her shoulders to help free her breasts as I eagerly take her nipples in my mouth, squeezing her breasts together, making her nipples slick with my saliva, running my thumbs over each nipple in a circle, kissing her on the mouth. Even at the age of 34 I still feel a rush of excitement unfastening a woman's bra and bringing her naked breasts into view. Ann is fighting with my shirt buttons, reaching her hands inside and running her fingers over my chest. Suddenly my pants are gone and I'm naked, she slides her hand over the length of my erection as if to take a measure of me. I slide two fingers between her legs and under the elastic tightness of her panties, feeling the delicate folds of her labia, seeing how swollen she is. She lifts her hips off the mattress and I help her out of her panties, already soaked. She moans and writhes as I press my face between her legs, breathing her in, inhaling her sweet scent, getting ready to taste her. Every woman looks so different between the legs, with such infinite variety in the size, shape, color and texture. I remember my endless fascination with my wife's pussy in the early days of our relationship, and I still tell her that she has the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. Ann's clitoris is larger than my wife's, and she has compact, symmetrical labia. I can see how swollen and eager she is, I can see white milky fluid against her pink vaginal walls. Inserting a finger into Ann's pussy, I lean in for my first taste of her. She gasps and seems to shudder, as if this sensation is almost too much. I lap up as much of her sweet nectar as she can bear, fingering her with greater speed and intensity, varying the pressure and depth, and running my tongue up to her clitoris. I focus my attentions on her clitoral hood, feeling the soft-but-persistent firmness under my tongue, lapping back and forth. Ann is already close to orgasm. I explore further inside of her with my fingers, two fingers now, reaching for her G-spot, stroking that spongy textured region while gesturing back toward myself, easing as much pressure and pleasure into that confined zone. Finally, slowly, after what seems like minutes or hours or days, Ann starts to come, writhing and moaning, eyes shut tight, she is naked and sweating, soaking the bedsheets. She gasps and shudders and twitches, feeling the full cresting wave of her orgasm, forcing my hand away from her. She rolls onto her side and draws her knees up to her chest, eyes tight shut, breathing deeply. After a moment of recovery, she finally lets out a quiet laugh. "Your wife is right," Ann said. "You have very talented fingers. And a talented tongue." "Those aren't the only parts of me that are talented," I said. Ann sits up and places her hand on my swollen cock, aching to get inside of her. "I can't believe we're doing this," she said. "It seems so...wrong, and yet, so natural." "We have my wife to thank," I said. "First I'm going to thank someone else," Ann said, and she slid her face down and took me in her mouth. It's been some time since Ann has gone down on a man, and it's clear that she's been saving up a few tricks. Eyes shut, she slides her mouth down the length of my cock, taking me deep into her throat. I feel the motions she's making with her mouth and jaw, driving me against the back of her throat so I can feel the textures of her soft palate. Even this is almost enough to make me come, but I manage to hold back. Her mouth is wet and hungry, and soon I am covered with her saliva as she tugs at me with her hands, tightening her grip as she reaches the head of my cock. "I want your cock inside of me," she says, with a low whimper and a sense of startling clarity. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me." We unwrap a condom and she slides it onto me. My erection is rock hard and steady, throbbing with an energy all its own. Ann turns over and leans away from me on the bed on her hands and knees, wanting me to take her from behind. She is showing all of herself to me. I can see her tight ass and the tiny orb of her anus above her swollen pussy. I love this view of a woman most of all, because of the vulnerability -- she is presenting the most intimate parts of her body to me. She is surrendering herself to the force of my need. I slide my cock into Ann's pussy and even though she is already wet and swollen from receiving my mouth and fingers, the feeling of this hardness is even more intense than she had remembered. She gasps and moans. "I'll go slow," I say, exhaling a bit as I feel how tight she is. "No," she says, "go hard. Fuck me." In an instant, we're thrusting, wildly -- we've gone from gentle motions to hard fucking. Ann is writhing and hunching her shoulders, jerking her head back and forth while I try to steady myself, trying to control my breathing, trying to control my body's response. We are sweaty and wild. This is our first time together as lovers but already we seem to fit each other's motions and patterns very naturally, each anticipating each other's rhythms. I can see the wetness of her pussy creaming the base of the condom, and this sight alone might be enough to put me over the edge into orgasm. Ann is gasping in a high pitched tone, her left hand reaching back to caress me as I thrust into her, harder, deeper, angling each thrust to touch the most sensitive places inside of her, feeling her tightening and reaching orgasm again. She writhes and jerks and collapses forward onto the bed, her back and shoulders glistening with sweat. Finally I cannot hold back any longer and I come, in a pulsating expulsion of energy. Time stands still. Somehow I find myself falling forward onto the bed, lying limply at Ann's side, as I shudder with lingering spasms of pleasure and release. After a long moment, she rolls over next to me and cuddles close, kissing my neck and chest. After the full intensity of feeling subsides, she slips the condom off of me and cleans me with a tissue. We are sweaty and smiling and spent. We cuddle and kiss and giggle, still hardly believing what we have just done. "You're the best loan I've ever taken out," says Ann. I hold Ann's hand and kiss it, tasting the salt on her skin. "I've got the best wife in the world," I say. THE END The Loan Arranger I was a little worried when I received the phone call from Naomi asking if I could call in at the Loan Company. I hurried over and arrived a little out of breath. Naomi met me outside her office and welcomed me in. She obviously has some Asian blood in her ancestry, resulting in lustrous black hair and a hint of a darker complexion. "There's no need to panic, just a couple of signatures I need." I heaved an obvious sigh of relief. "There's no need to be like that about it." She said, rounding her desk and sitting opposite me. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes and could barely mutter a sorry. She flashed a smile at me and pushed some papers across to me, showing me where I had to sign. As I handed her pen back, our hands met. For some reason I didn't want to let go of her hand. She looked up into my eyes in surprise. I recovered myself and apologised again. "No, it's alright." She said, coming round to my side of the desk and sitting on the edge next to where I was seated. When I had come in I had barely noticed what she was wearing, but now as I inhaled a whiff of her scent, I took in everything I could about her. She was wearing shoes with a moderate heel, a tight, mid-calf grey skirt which accentuated the curve of her thighs and hinted at a panty-line, and a checked grey blouse, only buttoned to just above the delightful mounds of her breasts. Between the buttons I could see hints of a white lacy bra beneath. Now she caught me looking at her in this overzealous way. "I knew you couldn't be that perfect." She said, going to her office door, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Naomi, I'm sorry." I apologised for a third time. "Don't be." She replied, locking her door and turning round to face me. "It might be just the heat, but I had to see you again." She said, advancing on me and beginning to unbutton her blouse at the same time. She kissed me full on the lips, pushing me down onto her desk. Momentarily I was confused enough to try and push her off me, but instinct soon kicked in and I responded to her kiss, and began to pull her blouse from her shoulders. As I relieved her of it she did the same for me, removing my shirt and then planting kisses on my neck and chest before moving even lower. Now her hands went to my belt and quickly she had my trousers and shorts around my ankles and my growing cock in her hand. She slowly began to jerk me off, then changed her mind and dropped to her knees before me and took me in her mouth. Her tongue and teeth teased the shaft while her hands played with my balls. "Please Naomi; it won't take much of that to make me come." I almost begged. She stopped and pouted, and then I saw a wicked gleam cross her face. "Okay then, lie back." I did so. Naomi knelt over my still throbbing dick, her knickers thrown to some corner of the office, her skirt hiked up to her hips. Her pussy looked dark and inviting, my knob twitched as if with a mind of it's own. Naomi reached down and held it still and then lowered herself onto it. I watched fascinated as her obviously wet cunt slid down over my cock, easily accepting the whole length. Then she began to ride me, arms braced on my chest. I reached up and slid my hands into the cups of her bra, holding the gorgeous coffee-coloured mounds, feeling the dark nipples in their centre stiffen. She leant forward, hands on my shoulders, her dark hair cascading into my face, still riding my now rampant tool. "God, I'm going to cum." I cried out. She stifled my cry with her mouth, but continued to move up and down my shaft. I could hold back no longer and shot off my seed deep inside her. "This won't do at all will it?" She asked, stopping. "I still haven't come and you've made a real mess down here." She pointed to her crotch, where my cum was seeping from around my cock still in her pussy. "I think you should clean it up, after all you are a binman and you should tidy up behind you." She lifted off my knob and straddled my face instead, her dripping cunt above my mouth. I needed no more encouragement and began to probe it with my tongue, swallowing down the mixture of juices that this produced. Meanwhile the little minx was not idle and again took my cock in her mouth and my balls in her hands and starts where she left off. It didn't take Naomi long to get me back to my full hard-on. She sat back, satisfied, and got my nose probing her ass. "That will have to wait." She said, climbing off me. "I think it's time you did some of the work." She continued, lying down next to me and opening her legs. I kicked my trousers and shorts off and positioned myself between her legs. The pink inner skin of her cunt contrasted beautifully with the darker skin and black hair of her pubes. I plunged deep into her and went straight into a metronomic rhythm that has stood me well for years, but it wasn't enough for my newfound little raver. "Faster, deeper." She pleaded. "Turn over then." I said. Naomi quickly responded, and I renewed my rhythm, reaching around and cupping her now freed breasts, tweaking the dark aureoles. Soon she was coming herself, her cries became loud as she thrashed about. I had to stop. "Why... Stop.... Now?" She panted out. "Because my beautiful little sex maniac, everyone will hear us if you keep on like that." "No they won't, I'm the only one left." She gasped out. " Now, I want to be fucked in the ass. I've never done it like that before." I looked at how wet she was and how beautiful her arse looked, still framed by her skirt, and agree. "Okay, but you may need some sort of lubrication." In answer she plunged three of her fingers into her cunt, and then rubbed her own juices into her asshole. I rested my knob up against her butt and gingerly ease apart her cheeks, slowly pushing my length deeper into her back passage. Unbelievably she took all of me straight up her ass, grunting with the effort, clenching her fists and screwing up her eyes. I don't begin to fuck her immediately; I waited until she was ready and then eased out and then back into her virgin butt. "Good, that's so good." She crooned. "Now go for it." I needed no second bidding. Holding onto her hips I thrust long and deep, faster and faster. Naomi's sweet body was soon bucking with orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax. I slowed down again, just on the verge of coming for a second time. "I want you to come in my face." Naomi almost whispers as I stopped. "Why not?" I replied. She rolled onto her back again and this time I knelt astride her heaving chest and slowly began to wank off. I looked down into her deep brown eyes once more as I rolled my fingers up and down my cock. I kept looking as the stream of hot, white cum spurted out and covered her face, her hair. I dropped down onto the floor and kiss her cum covered face. "Anytime you need something signed, just call." She smiled back. "There might be something else by next week I suppose..." The Loan: Jae's Collateral PUSSY FOR COLLATERAL PART "I don't understand why you asked me here Mr. Watkins. My husband handles the business. He spoke to you about the loan he needs. I don't see how I can help." Jae Smith smiled at the bank loan officer as she sat down in his office. She and her husband had come to this small town four years before. Her husband, Don, started a small business that had been very successful. They were well liked in the community and had many friends. Victor Watkins, the loan officer was not one of them. He and his wife lived in the Smith's neighborhood and they saw them frequently. Victor Watkins was an young man in his late 30's. He was always making passes at Jae Smith. She was very good looking, with blonde hair, large firm breasts, nice legs and a small waist with a tight stomach. He was hot for her. Jae wanted nothing to do with him and told him so on several occasions. She thought about telling his wife or her husband but she didn't want to start any trouble. Now she was sitting in his office. Jae was wearing a blouse and knee length skirt. She was very uncomfortable. Victor Watkins had called her that morning and said he had to get some more information for the loan. Her husband was out of town for the day. She had explained that to him, but he wanted her there. "I asked you to come here this morning Jae because I want you to suck my cock," he said straight faced. "Christ!!" Jae exclaimed as she got up to leave. "Fuck you! You son of a bitch! You're an asshole!!" "Jae, if you leave now, and don't blow me, I'll deny your husband the loan he needs. He'll be out of business in a week. Now sit down." Watkins said calmly. Jae glared at the banker, then sat back down. "How can you do that!" Jae cried. "Don's never done anything to you. He's hard working and a credit to this town!" "He, and you, are yuppie trash. You come to this town thinking you're better than the local people. Well he wants some of my money and I want you. I think its a fair trade." "I'll never do it! I'll tell your wife, I'll tell your boss! You're crazy if you think I'm going to suck your cock!!" She glared at him with hate in her eyes. "Oh! You'll do a lot more then suck my cock. That's just to start with. Over the course of the loan, six months I believe, I'll have you wherever and whenever I want. If you refuse at anytime, I'll call the loan. As for telling my wife, she won't believe you. As you telling my boss. This loan is iffy. I think your husband will do O.K. with it, but its close. Prudent banking would deny the loan. My boss will understand that. Then I'll sue your little ass off for defamation of character. I'll own you! So Jae, you little cunt, get over here, stop talking and start sucking!" He laughed. Jae was stunned. He had it all figured out. She wanted so much to get out of there, but she wanted her husband to get that loan. They needed the money. She sat there thinking and thinking. As her predicament sunk into h er she whimpered. "If, I suck your cock now, you'll give Don the loan?" "Yes, then as added interest for this risky loan, you'll put out for me whenever I want it. Now close and lock the door and get over here and suck me off!" Jae sat there with shock in her eyes. Slowly, she realized she had no choice. She was going to do it. She was going to do this for the husband she loved. Reluctantly she got up, locked the door and turned to face him. He was smiling triumphantly. As she slowly walked towards him he said, "Take your blouse off". Jae grimaced. She despised him and what she was about to do. Her husband needed that loan. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, glaring at the banker with unconcealed hatred. As the buttons became undone, she held her blouse closed, hoping against hope for some escape from the lecherous man before her. "Quit stalling Jae, or I won't fuck you, I'll fuck your husband!" Watkins sneered. Resigned to the inevitable, Jae silently slipped her blouse from h er shoulders. She stood before the banker in her sexy, lacy, skimpy white brassiere, her large firm breasts barely concealed by the flimsy garment. Her tits pushed against her brassiere, seeming to be trying to break free. "Get over here!" He ordered. Her heart was beating rapidly as she approached Victor. When she came behind his desk, Watkins slid his chair back away from his desk. His pants were undone and his cock and balls were exposed. His cock was long, thick and rock hard. He smiled up at her with contempt. "Get down on your knees in front of me and suck my prick. Suck it good and your husband gets his loan. Suck it bad and you're bankrupt." Jae looked down at the hard prick. Watkins' pubic hair was as dark as the hair on his head. She sank to her knees before the half naked man. Victor put a hand on one of Jae bra encased tits. She was shocked. Involuntarily, she backed away. "NO no no!" Watkins laughed, "no titties, no loanie!" Almost crying, Jae moved backed t o him. Watkins put his hand back on her breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling her nipple become erect. He slipped his hand inside of her brassiere, touching her bare tit flesh. First, his palm pressed against Jae enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. He kneaded her soft tit flesh as the stunned young housewife kneeled before him obediently. Watkins pushed her skimpy brassiere cup aside, exposing Jae's milky white soft breast. He squeezed and pinched her naked tit. Jae remained on her knees before him, half dressed and in shock as his hand worked on her breast. As he moved over to her other tit, pushing her bra cup aside, she started to cry. Watkins chuckled as he continued to feel her up. Then he said, "ahh poor little baby girl Jae. She needs a pacifier, something to suck on. Come here baby, suck on this!" He moved his hand to the back of her head and pushed it down towards his erect cock. "Please no!" She pleaded as his cockhead touched her lip s, "Please don't make me do this!" "Shut up kid and start sucking! Do it now or your husband's store is history!" The banker laughed. Still crying, Jae reached up and took his cockshaft in her soft hand and began stroking it. Jae ran her fingers up and down his hard cockshaft. She thought if she stroked it enough, he'd cum before she had to suck him. She moved her hand to his balls and gently caressed them. "Quit stalling and suck my cock!" Watkins commanded. Ashamed but knowing she had no choice, Jae moved her face to his cock- head. She was revolted and her heart was beating rapidly as her silky tongue tentatively emerged from between her soft lips. Then, ever so slowly, her tongue touched the underside of his cock. Jae tasted the banker's prick. Unsure of herself, she licked cautiously at his hard shaft, then, her lips caressed his prick. She licked his cock from his cockhead to its root and back to his cockhead. Still sobbing, she opened her mouth wide, moved her lips to hi s cockhead and sucked the banker's cockmeat into her warm, watery mouth. Jae's soft, perfectly painted red lips closed around the man's long cock. She felt his prick begin to enlarge as her tongue moved along the shaft. Jae moved her head back and forth sucking as much of the growing shaft into her throat as possible. Her moist, watery mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva. His mushroom shaped cockhead grew larger and more resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic sucking and milking of her soft velvety mouth made Watkins' prick continue to enlarge. He was moving his hips back and forth as her cocksucking mouth aroused him further. Her eyes were opened and she saw his pubic hair inches from her cocksucking lips. Finally, his huge cock was fully erect. Jae had long since stopped crying. "Oh yeah Jae," Watkins panted, "Suck on that cock." Jae found his words strangely exciting. When Jae started to blow him, Watkins had taken his hand from her breast. Now, as she contin ued to suck his cock, Watkins slid his hand onto her chest and explored her breasts. As she blew the banker, his fingers traced her tit flesh, his fingers were rubbing and kneading the proud erect nobs of her nipples. Then he palmed her nipple. Jae sucked harder, driven by his hands on her flesh, pursing her lips tightly around his thick cock. He was groaning as she continued to stroke the base of his prick and suck on his cockhead. Then she took more of his prick into her soft wet mouth. Jae returned her mouth to the huge dick before her. She licked and kissed the underside from the base of his cock to its head. When her lips returned to his cockhead, there were drops of pre-cum oozing out. She licked around his pisshole, scooping his pre-cum into her mouth with her tongue and swallowing it. She licked between his foreskin and his cockhead, then sucked his cockhead into her mouth once again. The cocksucking act Jae was performing on the man was affecting her. Although she tried to rationalize that this was not really sex, her nipples were hard and erect, her brassiere push aside exposing her naked tit flesh. She felt her pussy quivering and throbbing, discharging hot pussy juices into her panties. She was really getting into it, and now wanted desperately to please the banker. She wanted to taste his cum. Watkins was looking down on her, watching his cock slide in and out of the married woman's mouth. He watched her head bobbing back and forth as her lips held his cockshaft tightly and her tongue flicked madly at the sensitive underside of his prick. He knew she was getting into it, she was enjoying sucking him off. Although she was an experienced cocksucker, she had trouble swallowing more than half of his large prick, and continually alternated between sucking near the head and kissing and licking further down from mid cock to the base where her hand was gently stroking and milking his shaft. When her lips next neared the root, Watkins panted, "suck my balls!" Jae complied. Still jerking his cockshaft with her hand she moved her mouth over to his cum filled balls and licked at his scrotum sack. Then she sucked one of his balls into her mouth along with his curly pubic hair. His prick tasted of raw sex. Her tongue and lips worked to devour his one cum filled ball, then switched to the other. When she thought she had sucked on his balls enough, Jae kissed and licked each one gently before returning her mouth to his cockhead. Watkins looked down at her and watched his cock sliding in and out of her mouth. As he felt up her tit, he was moaning and moving his hips, trying to push more of his cock into her mouth. He took his free hand and wrapped around her's, showing Jae how he wanted her to jerk him off into her mouth as she sucked him off. After she was doing it the way he wanted, he pulled his hand from her breast and put both his hands on her head and held it still and then moved his cock in and out of her throat, fucking her m outh. As his cock passed back and forth between her lips, her tongue licked and flicked at the underside of his prick. Her lips held his cock tightly. Jae felt his cock getting even bigger and hotter. Her eyes looked up at her Victor as she sucked his cock. Watkins began fucking into her mouth faster and faster, faster and faster. On each stroke, he pushed more of his cockmeat down her throat then the previous time. Her moist tender lips grasped tighter and tighter around his glistening prick as her warm wet mouth took more and more of his huge shaft. After a few minutes, Watkins had his entire 10-inch cock in Jae's mouth, her nose was buried in his pubic hair. He then held her head steady, and pumped his entire cockshaft rapidly in and out of her mouth from his cockhead to the root. He fucked her accepting mouth for several minutes, driving his cock deep in her throat. Jae's hands were now holding his ass cheeks for dear life, her mouth filled completely with the thick, long mass of cockmeat. Her tongue licked and flicked along the underside of his cock as he reamed it in and out of her throat. Then, he grabbed her head by her long blondehair and roughly moved her head back and forth along his prick as he continued to fuck into her cock hungry mouth. Jae had never been able to deep throat before..not even her much smaller husband. Victors cock was driving her delirious and she neeeed to please him. Jae's panties were soaked with her cunt juices which were flowing freely because of her cocksucking. "Its time to eat my cum Jae!" Watkins panted as he felt his balls swell in anticipation of bursting forth with a heavy load of sticky white cum. Jae sucked harder. Watkins knew it was nearly beyond his control, that any second now it would be over. Only a few seconds more... just as Jae's lovely young lips tightly pursed around his aching cock, sucking voraciously, trying to milk his cum from him. His body straining to hold back the inevitable. A gasp broke from his parched throat. "NOW Jae, NOW!!" He screamed. His hands grabbed her head and he shoved her hungrily sucking mouth down hard onto his manically jerking cock. Finally, his prick exploded in her mouth, filling it with his sperm. Watkins's cum filled balls spurted three or four large loads of their precious fluid in her mouth, Jae continued sucking greedily as every drop emptied down her throat. She tried to lick every moist bit of his cum from the madly throbbing head of his cock. His hot gooey semen tasted like heaven to her. She tried to swallow it all, but some slipped from her lips. He then pushed her head back and shot several spurts of cum all over her face. Jae watched as his cock jerked about wildly, ejaculating his hot load on her face. His cum was in her eyes and on her nose. Large globs of cum dripped down her cheeks. Watkins put his prick back in Jae's mouth. Her lips again tightly encircling his massive cockshaft. He continued moving her head back and forth as she continued nibbling on his cockhead, sucking clean every last drop of his life-giving sperm that she could until he was completely drained. He left his big cock inside of her mouth as it slowly softened. "You're a pretty good cocksucker Jae." Watkins observed as he pulled his now soft cock from her mouth and put it back in his pants. Jae remained on her knees before him, no longer in heat and stunned by what she had just done. "Now, get up here and sit in my lap!" He laughed. Not knowing why he wanted her too, Jae got up and obeyed. Watkins reached over and picked up a stamp and gave it to her. He pointed to a spot on her husband's loan application. "Here!" He instructed. Jae stamped the page, 'APPROVED'. "There, wasn't it worth it?" Watkins laughed. Jae, still revolted by what he made her do, just nodded, 'yes'. Watkins laughed again and took the stamp from her. He inked it up, then, holding each of her breasts, stamped them 'APPROVED'. Jae was shocked, Watkins laughed some more. "Now get dressed and get out of here. I'll call your husband tomorrow and tell him the good news. I think you should throw a party Saturday ni ght to celebrate. I'll fuck you then. Dress sexy, especially under your clothes. Understand?" Jae nodded 'yes'. In a daze, she slipped off his lap, repositioned her breasts in her brassiere, found her blouse and put it on. "May I fix my make-up?" She asked softly. Watkins nodded 'yes'. He watched as she did. When she got up to leave, Watkins asked, "what do you say?" Incensed, but knowing she didn't have a choice, Jae answered "thank you." Watkins laughed, "your very welcome!" And watched as the pretty young housewife who had just sucked him off for a loan, left his office. Jae Smith's husband got the loan he needed. As Mr. Watkins, the banker had instructed her when she blew him in return for approving the loan, Jae Smith threw a party to celebrate that weekend. A lot of people showed up, crowding her home. Jae didn't see Watkins and hoped he wasn't going to come. She knew better. He had told her he was going to fuck her there. Jae knew she had to submit to him or he would p ull the loan, bankrupting her husband. An hour into the party, she saw him, standing with his wife talking to a prominent local businessman. Watkins eyed her, and beckoned her over. Jae obeyed. "Hello Mrs. Smith!" He smiled. "Do you know my wife Anne and Mr. Jones?" Jae shook her head no and Watkins made the introductions. As the conversation petered out after several minutes, Watkins took her aside and said, "upstairs hallway in 5 minutes. NO BULLSHIT!!" Jae nodded 'yes'. She didn't want to do it, but was afraid of his power over her husband's business. She was upstairs when she was supposed to be. She waited several minutes before Watkins came up . "Where's the bathroom?" He asked. Jae pointed to it and he pushed her inside, locking the door. "My, you look pretty!" He laughed gazing at her young firm body in a low cut, short red party dress, "dressed up for me?" Jae hated him but nodded 'yes'. "GOOD! and your undies?" He asked lifting the front of the married woman's dress. She had on stockings, a garter belt and sheer string bikini panties. "Good, you do like your told!" He laughed. "Now take off your panties!" "In here!!" Jae was shocked. "Just do it!" Watkins commanded. Jae obeyed, lifting her dress and putting her hands under it to her waist, she pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. Her dress fell back down. "Pick them up!" Jae bent over and retrieved her panties. Watkins took them from her. He put his hands on her waist, lifted her and sat her down on the sink , her feet dangling dow to her high heel stilettos.. He sat down on the toilet. "I want to taste you!" Jae was shocked. She enjoyed being eaten, but by this hateful man? "Lift you dress!" She obeyed. Watkins turned to her, parted her long shapely legs and stared at her naked cunt. It was beautiful, covered with soft blondehair, barely hiding the moist, pink line of her young cunt slit, perfectly framed by the lacy garter belt. He took a deep breath of her cunt odor, savoring its smell. Then he extended his tongue and took his first taste of Jae Smith's luscious cunt. The flat of his tongue swept between her widespread pussy lips and brought an involuntary gasp from her throat. Almost against her will, her hand moved behind her head and she tilted herself down so she could watch directly. His mouth glued itself to her pussy lips and he sucked hard, letting his tongue curl deep into her moist cuntal passage and then twitch as her interior muscles closed around it. He worked it around then out, seeking the tip of her clit and teasing it, then nipping lightly, expertly with his teeth. Victor Watkins lapped like a crazed man at her clit. Jae moaned and squirmed in revulsion on the sink. He moved to her open cunt slit and took deep penetrating licks of her glistening cunt. He tongue fucked her hard and deep. He continued to lick and suck, driving the married woman wild with his thrusting tongue. He loved the way her silken thighs clenched around his face knowing she loved the way he sucked her pussy, even if she didn't. Her juices flowed freely from her pulsing cunt into his mouth. "Nooo,, please,,, don't,,, please,,, stop...." She sobbed. But they both knew she didn't mean it. Even if she did, Watkins didn't care. Her husband never went down on her and she craved Victors mouth on her pussy. She was flailing her hips wildly as he continued to slather at her wet throbbing cuntal slit. The tormenting wet licking kept on and she heard the lewd "slurp-slurp-slurp" of his tongue licking against her most secret parts even above the wild pounding of her heart. Jae could hardly believe that it was really her, sitting on her bathroom sink with a near stranger, debasing herself, letting him lick her pussy. It was something she never would have dreamed possible. But then it started. Almost imperceptively at first. 'OH NO!! This can't be!!' She screamed to herself. She had begun to feel them... little wisps of forbidden pleasure beginning to swirl around inside the depths of her hot, throbbing pussy. She was beginning to enjoy this lascivious licking by this man. She couldn't believe the change that had come over her body. She tried to suppress her pleasure, but she couldn't stop herself from crying out in obvious passion when Watkins again took the rigid little bud of her clit between his teeth and began to titillate it with his tongue. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" She gasped repeatedly, arching her back off the sink, forcing her helplessly aroused pussy against the tremendous, pleasure giving thrusts of Watkins' diligently working tongue. Her whole shameless writhing body seemed on fire now. She didn't care who was doing it to her. Jae just wanted to cum! Victor pressed his face deeper into the steamy morass of the impassioned young wife's pussy. He began to jab his tongue at the wet contracting circle of her eager quivering cuntal orifice, feeling the greedily sucking motions of her pussy walls trying to pull it into the dark, heated depths of her tight young lips. The Loan Officer It's early afternoon, I and a female friend of mine have been discussing our financial difficulties as of late, in our new little restaurant. It's a new place on 57th, you can go and sit at the bar or order all kinds of good, and homemade food. The problem is, it seems that somehow we're $4,000 short, and there's no way that we can make up that kind of money. Now most people would say well hell what's $4,000 that's not very much money, but when you're first starting out, and you don't have any to spare, it's worth millions... During our conversation, a young man walks in. I see him out of the corner of my eye, but continue my conversation with my friend. He's 6' or 6'1'', chocolate brown skin, clear complexion. He has a nice body in the three piece suit he's wearing. I point him out to my friend, damn, I wonder who he is. We agree that he's fine, and go back to our conversation. He sits down at the bar near us, his eyes slide over both of us, but for some reason he keeps looking at me. I ask Rachel if she noticed, but her back's been to him so she hasn't. I walk over to the young man in the suit and ask him if I can get him anything. He smiles softly at me and asks for a cup of coffee and a double cheese burger, no onions, and an order of fries. I stand looking into his eyes for a minute feeling drawn into them. "I didn't realize when I first looked at your eyes, that they are much lighter then they originally appear, do they change color?" "Often," he answers and his voice makes my pussy wet, and my body shudder. "I better see about your food sir, I'll be back." He nods, and a slight shudder goes down my spine as I turn to walk away, I try hard to hide it. I rush back to see about his food, and nearly crumble to the floor from holding my breath. "Oh damn I want him Rach, what should I do?" "Duh...!" I can only laugh. I should have known Rachel would tell me to go for it lol. I walk back out with his food and set it before him. "I heard your conversation with your friend earlier." "Oh really?" "Yes." "I'm actually surprised, I didn't think you could hear from where you were sitting." "I have very good hearing." I raise an eyebrow at him, figuring it was really just Rachel's big mouth. "Anyway, it just so happens, that I deal with loans, I'm a Loan Officer and I happen to have what you need, but I want something other then money in return. I want you and your friend, in my bed tonight." I was struck dumb for a minute. I think my jaw was on my chest. He layed his card down with his payment for his bill, with the words if we were interested to come to his hotel room. On the back of his card was the name of the hotel, and his room number. Rachel stood behind me, she snatched up his card and read. "That's D Griffin!! I've heard of him, he's got a lot of money, and a very lucrative business!! Haven't you seen those commercials??!" "Yeah, I didn't realize that that's who that was, what should we do?" Rachel smiled, "Well, we do need the money..." I smiled back at her, you're a sick one Rach, fine, when we close up, we'll go see what's up with Mr. D Griffin. When it was time to close up, Rachel was on me, and excited. Her excitement began to rub off on me and so by the time we were standing outside his room, we were both nearly jumping up and down. He opened the door, and let us in. He was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt. There was something of a chemistry between us instantly, almost as though he and I knew what the other was thinking. We were nearly instantly comfortable. He offered us to sit, and something to drink. "We don't drink Mr. Griffin, at all, but if you have any juice, or anything like that, we'll take it." "That's not a bad thing ladies. I've got kool aid, gatoraid, or water." "Koolaid it is Mr. Griffin." He handed us our cups, and sat down with us for a minute. There wasn't much small talk, and suddenly the conversation was back-to our money problems. "The deal is, you two spend the night with me, I give you the money you need to keep your business going." "Boy you don't waste any time do you?" He turned to me and looked me in the eye for a minute. "No, I'm straightforward, blunt. It's done very well for me thus far. If I want something I go after it, and I want YOU." The way he said it struck me, almost as though he meant me alone, but then why would he ask for her too... I shrugged it off, as he asked if we had any questions. "The only real question I have Mr. Griffin, is what is it you want us to do?" He threw his head back and laughed. "You'll see." "Is that so?" "Oh yes," he growled low. I could see already that his jeans were tented. It made me wonder at the size of this man before me. He couldn't be very old, early to middle twenties maybe, tall and slender, he made me want him, and he really didn't do anything. "I wonder how you feel about women who make the first move Mr. Griffin." A half smile was his only answer as I got to my knees, undid his belt, and then his jeans and pulled a long, he had to be 9'' at least, very thick, 4" around, cock from his pants and wrapped my lips around it. I chocked on it instantly, getting used to the size of him at first, and then again on purpose. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Then his hand came down into my hair. Rachel sat for a minute watching, and then moved to her knees and began to suck his dick with me. Our mouths slid up and down the sides of his shaft, we looked into his eyes while we sucked together. His hands were in both of our heads, I could hear light grunts and swearing from him as I moved down to suck first his right ball and then the left into my mouth while she sucked him down her throat. I kissed the bottom of his shaft, and then licked his thighs, moving back so that I could strip myself and Rachel, and help to pull his pants to his ankles. When I was naked, I stood between his thighs, and slid my asshole down his cock. Rachel knelt before us and licked and sucked my pussy and his balls while he fucked deep into my ass. Leaning forward I could feel her breasts, her nipples grew instantly hard, and my angle gave him the perfect view of my ass, while he slammed into it. She stood, and slid a nipple into my mouth, her fingers went to my pussy and mine into hers, I could hear her moaning when I gently bit down on her nipple. I wanted her so badly. I moved from off his lap, and pushed her to the floor so that I could lick and suck at her pussy better, I needed to taste her on my lips, she moaned and pleaded with me to stop when she got closer, and if I stopped or slowed she would beg for me to keep going. I could hear the rustle of clothing as he removed and discarded what remained of his clothing. His hands, which were two or three sizes bigger then mine, went to my hips, his cock slammed deep into my ass again. I licked and sucked Rachel's pussy while I used the thrusting motions from behind me to help me get deeper into that pussy. I could hear her moans as he growled low in my ear. "That's right Bitch, eat that pussy, and take this dick." I fucked back on his cock, began to take every inch of him into me. I felt anger and frustration welling in the pit of my stomach, I didn't know why, but I could feel them, and it caused me to take him on like a fucking freight train. I could hear grunts and groans coming from him as I rammed myself back onto him. I knew I was tight, I knew in some ways that it hurt him what I was doing, and I didn't care. All the anger and frustration in my stomach began to come out, and I began to take it out on him and Rachel. I licked and sucked and ate her pussy with abandon, not caring nor thinking about the times that she came and then begged me to stop sucking so that she could stop cumming. She came again and again, her pussy was beginning to get painfully used and I still didn't care. I took her and I took him I took all they had to give and didn't spare anything. I no longer felt the smacks to my ass that his hands delivered, I no longer heard the screams coming from my friend, as she begged to be allowed to get up. I no longer cared. I wanted them, and I was going to have them, and there wasn't anything they could do to stop me. I pulled off him and pushed him towards her, "FUCK HER, NOW you filthy son of a bitch. I want to watch. I don't even fucking know you yet, and already I can see that you're a disgusting fucked up bastard. Take my slut whore of a friend, and take her now, don't you dare stop, I don't care if you do need to nut. I don't care if your fucking balls explode and I don't care if she passes out. You fuck her now you worthless piece of shit. You know you want her, a sick and depraved twisted fuck like you, you wanted her the moment you saw her, and I don't give a shit what you say the reasons were, you wouldn't have asked for us to spend the night if you hadn't." "Good guys don't fuck dirty sluts like us. Nice guys don't give people the option to get loans for some pussy. You wanted her, now fuck her!" He slammed into her deep, I could hear growls coming from him. The anger poured from me in a scream and I slammed my fingers into his ass. He slowed down, and that pissed me off. "Go on you sick fuck, don't stop, you're not going to stop until you've taken both of us, you're going to fuck us into the ground you fucked up pussy slut. You wanted us, and you're not going to stop now." He speed up, thrusting deeper and deeper, she screamed and began to cum again around him. Her pussy couldn't take much more of the fucking I was forcing it through. His growls turned to howls, as she squeezed his cock with her pussy cumming down his shaft. She lay on the floor half awake and he turned on me. Smacking my thigh so hard it raised a welt. He slammed his cock deep into my pussy and took me. I threw my head back and laughed. "Is that the best you got?" He growled low, "no slut, that's NOT all," he pulled from my pussy and slammed deep into my ass, tearing it with the width of himself. Deep, and hard he slammed my ass purposely with no direction. I could feel myself bleeding and getting closer to cumming. "That's it pussy whore, fuck me like an animal." I screamed as I came down his shaft. When it was over, I lay next to Rachel, and he lay next to us, as we passed out there on the floor, I could hear him mumbling about how much he'd enjoyed the verbal abuse I'd put him through, we didn't wake until morning. When we did wake up, we were quite eager to shower, rinse and repeat. The Loan Officer It was Friday afternoon in mid July; I had left work early to try to get to the bank to meet with my loan officer. Something I always looked forward too, just looking at her always made my day seem a little better than it was before I walked in. She was in her late 30's, had short black hair, green eyes and a body that just made a person want to ravage her right there. As I walked in the bank Jessica was standing at the counter talking to a teller, she looked up and say me "I have been waiting for you" she said. "Nice to know a beautiful woman is waiting for me, even if it is just to take my money" I replied. We both laughed as she showed me to here office. I of course let her lead the way; she was looking sexier than ever that day. She had on a short gray mini skirt and a very tight light gray almost white top. Just watching her walk brought a smile to my face. We arrived in her office and sat down and began to talk the business I was there to discuss when I noticed that her nipples had gotten very hard and where poking hard against her tight shirt. I tried not to stare but couldn't help it; my eyes were drawn to them like moths to a flame. Apparently she noticed I was staring because she folded her arms over her chest. I continued on with the business at hand but had a hard time concentrating. After 30 minutes or so I signed the final papers and proceeded to shake her hand and thank her for all her help. As I was shaking her hand I guess my desire got the better of because without realizing it I was stroking the back of her hand with my thumb while we talking. To my amazement she did not pull away, in fact she responded with a thumb rub of her own. Curious to see where this might lead I proceeded to ask her out for a drink after work. "I would love to but I have to meet my husband for lunch after work" she answered. Discouraged but not willing to give up I asked her to a movie Saturday night. This time I was surprised to hear a Yes as her response. We finalized the arrangements and I was just getting ready to leave when she tugged on my arm, "You are my last meeting of the day and I don't need to meet my husband for another hour and a half" she said. With that I knew I wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by me. "What do you have in mind?" I asked. She reached down and pulled her mini skirt up over her hips exposing her light pink panties. I could tell right away that she was already wet. She reached down and cupped her wet mound in her hand "I could think of a thing or two to do to kill some time" she giggled. I walked over to her and put my arm around her neck and pulled her close to me, kissing her ever so gently, she pulled back just a bit and began tracing my lips lightly with her tongue. I moved my hand down to her bare legs and slid them to her inner thighs. As I moved higher I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties. I slid my hands up her perfectly shaped ass and slid her panties off her legs and onto the floor. Running my hands back up her legs to her mid section I lifted her on her desk and knelt in front of her, all I could think of was tasting her sweetness. I had been dreaming of this for years, ever since the first time I had seen her at the bank. I started kissing the inside of her legs and was working my way up when she stopped me. "Not the best place to go that crazy" she sighed. As she was saying that her hands had worked their way to the button on my jeans, before I knew she had them undone and fondling my erection. She stroked it up and down a few times to get me just a little harder and then she wrapped her legs around my waste and pulled me into her midsection. Without hesitation my cock slid into her wet sweetness, but I pulled back just a bit allowing only the head of my cock to enter her. She leaned back onto her desk trying not to scream out loud as her fellow employees where still right outside the door. I slid my hands her shirt and slid it up over tits, sliding her bra as I went, her tits were perfect. If I had to guess I would say about a 36CC and still as firm as an 18 year olds. I leaned down and took one nipple into my mouth and sucked it ever so gently, then a little harder and caressed it with my teeth. *RING RING* "I have to answer it" she moaned "after all I am still at work" She picked up the phone and was trying to talk as normal as she could, which wasn't easy considering the head of my cock was still inside of her and I was still sucking on her nipple. She hung up the phone and looked at me "That wasn't very nice "she said. She no sooner got those words out of her mouth when I slid the full 9 inches of my cock deep inside of her. She arched her back and let out a small cry. "I forgive you "she moaned. I started thrusting my cock deep inside of her, pulling it almost all of the way out and then pushing it back in until I felt my balls touch her. Slow at first, but I picked up the pace when I felt her getting close to orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my midsection again and drew me tight into her. I continued to thrust my cock deep inside of her. I looked down at her as I fucked her and knew she was reaching climax, she was biting her lip but it was doing little to muffle the cries she was making. I pulled out of her and she looked at me with puppy dog eyes, you know the kind, the ones that are saying please don't stop without her saying anything. I took her hand and stood her up; she didn't fight me so I turned her around and leaned her over her desk. I admit I did take a few steps back to admire the view, after all I had been fantasying about this woman for years. I stepped back into her and grabbed her right leg at the knee and lifted her foot up onto the desk. Moving even closer in behind her I aimed my erection right into the wetness I had been wanting for so long. My cock slid in with ease and it didn't take me long to begin my assault on her from behind. I was fucking her so hard at this point I could hear my balls slapping against her ass. She was letting quiet moans, as was I. She had developed a rhythm with me and was meeting my balls with her ass in perfect time. After 4 or 5 minutes of this pace I knew I was on the verge of climax, I was just getting ready to pull out of her because I knew I wasn't wearing condom but decided what the hell, after all this was the girl of my dreams. I began thrusting just a little harder and within a minute or so I was squirting load after load of my juices deep inside of her. We both collapsed on her desk, almost exhausted. After a few minutes of just laying there she looked up at me and said "We had better still be on for Saturday night" "I wouldn't miss it for the world" I replied. As I left the bank I was in heaven, but all I could think about was what might happen in the dark movie theatre.