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Caught In The Can

By: one_susie_q



Corbin awoke to find his body responding to the proximity of Lizzie's naked form. His cock, hard and ready, wanted to feel the warmth and snugness of her tight channel. Scooting closer to the object of his affection, he wrapped one arm around her as he gently slid the other under her neck, to cradle her. He had found himself thinking of her constantly during the days since that first night, amazed that she would think him wonderful enough to share her body. Planting soft kisses down her neck and shoulder blade, Corbin busied his free hand by tugging at Lizzie's nipples, his hand then sliding down to her warm folds, seeking out her clit. Using his thumb he teased and tickled her button, awakening Lizzie's body. She stirred in her sleep, a soft half moan half purr coming from her lips as her back arched in a very cat like movement underneath his hand. Corbin loved waking her up this way. He took this opportunity to coax her body around so she was lying on her back. With his hand still busy at her pussy, alternately stimulating her clit and sliding one or two fingers inside her deep folds, his mouth traveled down between her breasts and over to her nipples. They were so responsive. He suckled at one, then the other, knowing that this action alone could bring this enticing woman over the edge.

As if reading his mind, Lizzie's body arched again under Corbin's hand, her own reaching out to press his head closer to her body. "Oh God yes, babe," she whispered. "Now...I need you inside me."

Silently, Corbin slid his body over hers and slipped inside, taking long, fluid strokes so she felt every inch of his member. As he pumped into her, Corbin nuzzled her neck, her breasts, and her mouth. Lizzie's arms wrapped around him, hugging him closer as her spread legs hugged his waist, her body rising up to meet his, thrust for thrust. Not a word was spoken between the two as they carried each other over, riding that crest to sweet release.

Breathless, sweating slightly, Lizzie brushed the hair from her face as Corbin rolled off her onto his back. "You know, for an old man, you sure are one horny devil." She nestled into the waiting crook of his arm, her favorite spot after they'd made love.

"Can't deny the truth in that Liz. Although I suspect it has more to do with my sleeping partner than my own physiology."

"Sleeping partner?" She looked up at him mischievously. "Who else is sharing your bed? I don't seem to recall a whole lot of sleeping going on when you're over here."

Corbin leaned over and playfully bit her neck. "You are such a brat Lizzie. A wanton one at that too."

"Hmmm...must be my new bed mate." Laughing, she took advantage of his recovery and rolled him over to ride him again to the heights of passion.

Afterwards, as she watched him dress from the comfy nest of blankets, Lizzie also found herself wondering at the beauty of their relationship. She couldn't remember ever feeling this complete with a man, this at ease. Her body responded to Corbin's touch as if it had known it forever and had been patiently waiting for his return. She was confounded that he would find her so appealing, so inviting, so alluring. "So...big plans today?"

Corbin sat on the edge of the bed to put his shoes on. "Nothing much...a couple of project meetings this morning," he glanced at the clock as he took Lizzie in his arms, "one which I'm going to be late for if you don't let me out of your bed."

Lizzie laughed huskily as her deliberately placed her hand over his cock and began stroking him through his slacks. "Uhm, who's laying on top of whom here? You're free to go any time you like, you old letch."

Reluctantly, Corbin pushed her hand aside. "Uh huh. You're a wanton little thing Lizzie Sherman." He stood up and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead as he whispered, "If you're not careful, you'll find you have me falling in love with you."

Lizzie blushed, her eyes cast down. "Don't tease Corbin, it's not nice."

"Who said I was teasing?" He kissed her again, on the lips this time, soft and gentle as he rose. "Now I've got to get going or I'm going to miss that meeting. Perhaps you should think about getting out of bed yourself, slacker." He left then, dodging the feather pillow thrown at his departing form.

The day passed quickly for both of them. Corbin's meetings taking a bit longer than expected as his co-workers teased him about everything from coming in late almost every morning since Valentine's Day to the silly, lovesick grin he had on his face most times. He didn't mind. He knew most of them were jealous. Lizzie faced the same taunts from her co-workers, especially when the attorney she worked for noticed a distinct change in the tone of her voice when she was talking to Corbin. Lizzie didn't mind either, because she knew they were jealous too.

"Steve," she said as she poked her head around the attorney's office door, "I'm taking the afternoon off if that's alright. The due diligence for Project Boris is in Chad's office."

Grinning as he continued to work on the contract before him, Steve muttered something about certain paralegals developing a habit of bankers' hours. "Must be some guy Liz."

"Oh he is...he definitely is. So, is it alright if I leave?"

Steve looked up; inwardly pleased Liz had found someone that brought such a glow to her face. "Like I could stop you. Go...go on...I'll just sit here and try to keep from daydreaming about the decadent delights the two of you are up to."

Liz laughed as she retrieved her coat. "You're such a pig, Steve."

The drive to Corbin's office complex didn't take quite as long as Lizzie had expected, afternoon traffic being much lighter than normal. She had changed from her office attire to the pink angora cardigan she had decided not to wear on Valentine's Day, a snug denim skirt and loafers with no socks. She hated wearing socks. Underneath she had the same brassiere, but neglected to put on the thong. As she turned into the complex parking lot, Lizzie smiled to herself, wondering what Corbin's reaction would be when he discovered the lack of underwear.

The receptionist had told her Corbin had gone to a nearby coffee shop in one of the connecting buildings for a meeting. The look in the woman's eyes definitely did not approve of Lizzie's appearance...either the way she was dressed or the fact that she was here in the office. "I doubt your father will have much time to talk with you today," she had said as she went back to answering the ringing phones.

Lizzie gave the old biddy a catty smile as she replied, "Oh, he's not my father...I'm his girlfriend." She had the satisfaction of seeing the woman's jaw drop as she left the office to find the coffee shop. No doubt by the end of the afternoon, that office would be buzzing with gossip.

She found the coffee shop easily and saw him sitting at one of the front tables, his back to the door, so he didn't see her come in. She crept up behind him and slid her hands over his shoulders and down his chest as she nibbled on the nape of his neck. "There really should be a law about sexy older men sitting alone in coffee shops...especially by the window. Very distracting."

Corbin turned his head, kissing her full on the mouth, his tongue slipping between her lips. "Well, this is a nice surprise...what happened? Your firm finally go bust?"

"No," Lizzie replied as she sat in the chair next to him, "I just told them I was taking the afternoon off."

"So you're playing hooky, huh?" Corbin stopped mid thought as Lizzie removed her jacket. Taking a long swallow of tea, he looked her up and down and grinned. "Oh that's nice...wear that to work did you? You're not playing hooky...they sent you home for distracting the senior partners."

Lizzie laughed as she took Corbin's hand in hers. "Nope...I honestly took the day off. Decided you'd been working much too hard and needed a distraction."

"Oh believe me hon; I'm plenty distracted without you here." Corbin noticed the men passing in the hallway giving Lizzie the once over. He also noticed she was enjoying every minute of it. "Well, you little tease. That's very naughty Elizabeth. I'm shocked."

"No, this is naughty," she whispered as one hand went to the top buttons of the cardigan and undid them, revealing her breasts swelling over the top of the bra.

"Hmmm...possibly. But no where near as naughty as this." Before Lizzie knew what he was up to, Corbin slipped a hand under her sweater and cupped her breast, his thumb circling over the nipple through the satin of the bra. He slid his chair closer and leaned in so it appeared the two of them were deep in conversation.

She blushed deeply. "CORBIN!" she whispered. "That's not naughty...that's positively wicked!" In response, she slid one hand under the table to give his cock some of the same treatment her breast was getting. "Never let it be said that I don't give as good as I get."

They lost track of how long they sat like that, teasing each other discreetly, pushing the envelope with each caress, each stroke. Conversation turned to things they wanted to do to each other, either for the first time, or again. When one of the wait staff told them the shop was closing for the afternoon but they were welcome to stay if they didn't mind the noise, Lizzie's jeans were very wet and Corbin's cock was straining at his slacks. 

"Are you ready?"

"Depends. What for?" Lizzie replied, knowing full well what was in store for her when they got home.

"Let's take a little walk, shall we?" Corbin gathered up their things and ushered Lizzie into the hall. Taking her hand he led her through a maze of corridors.

"You seem to know where you're going. Do this kind of thing often?" she asked as she snuggled closer beside him.

"Not often enough I don't think...or as often as I'm going to in the future." He looked down at her and flashed a grin as he stopped. "Do you dare?"

They were standing in front of the men's room in the lobby of one of the buildings. He couldn't be serious, Lizzie thought to herself. Taking one look at him and the twinkle in his eyes told her he was very serious. Images flashed through her mind...would he take her from behind as she leaned over the sink? No, too public...what if someone came in? Would they go in one of the stalls? That had to be it...but how? The logistics had her slightly befuddled. Taking her silence as assent, Corbin led her quickly into the rest room and into the handicapped stall. Tossing their things over the support rail, his fingers frantically fumbled with the buttons of her sweater.

"I've got to have you...now." His mouth crushed down on hers, sucking the breath from her and making her weak in the knees. Like a starving man at a banquet table he feasted on her lips, neck, shoulders, as he pushed the sweater down, binding her arms to her sides. Helpless and breathless, Lizzie fought to keep her balance, wanting only to feel his hard cock plunging in and out of her pussy.

"Fuck me Corbin...hard...now..."

He raised her skirt and she heard him gasp sharply. Well, she thought, now I know what not wearing any underwear does to him. He pulled her roughly to him as he pushed the skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare shaven cunt to the cool air. 

"God, you're practically dripping," he muttered between kisses at her breasts and collar bone as he furiously fingered her pussy.

Lizzie, not the most silent of lovers, had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as the first orgasm ripped through her. "Now Corbin...I need you to fuck me now..."

He spun her around so she was facing the support rail and pushed her back down so he could enter her from behind.

"You want me to take you here? In the men's room? Like a common whore?"

She turned to look at him. "Yes," she hissed through clenched teeth, "you called me a wanton little thing this morning...prove it. Fuck me like the little slut I am."

Needing no further encouragement, he plunged his hard dick into her waiting slit. Thrusting deep and hard, Corbin took both of Lizzie's wrists in one of his hands, holding them behind her back as the other hand gripped her shoulder. With every thrust he could feel the tip of her cervix, hear her gasp in pleasure. "Yeah...that's...it..." he said with each thrust, "you're...such...a wicked...wicked...girl Lizzie."

"Uh huh...yes...oh yes...just a...little...cock...tease." Her reply was ragged as Lizzie fought to control the tone of her voice. Bathroom acoustics were great for singing in the shower, hot and vocal sex in a public urinal however, was a different matter. "That's...it...fuck...your little...slut Corbin...fuck her...good...and...hard."

They froze as they heard the bathroom door open, the sound of whistling and footsteps entering the restroom. Lizzie turned her head, eyes wide in embarrassment. "Shit!" she mouthed.

Corbin did the only thing he could think of. Releasing Lizzie's hands, he grabbed her by the waist and keeping himself inside her, sat on the toilet in the stall, brining her legs back so her feet rested along the edges of the bowl. "Don't move," he whispered. "This guy will be gone before you know it."

But the twitching of Corbin's cock inside her hot, tight pussy combined with the unexpected thrill of knowing they could be found out at any moment was too much for her. She slowly began rocking her hips back and forth on Corbin's dick, her hands going to her breasts as she pulled them free of the bra. Pinching and tugging at her nipples with one hand, fingering her clit with the other, Lizzie rode Corbin for all she was worth, as silently as she could. Her body tensed as she felt him explode inside her, Lizzie biting her lip so hard it began to bleed, Corbin letting out a growl of passion as he came.

"You alright in there dude?" asked their mystery intruder.

Lizzie fought to keep from laughing as Corbin pinched her hips, replying "Uhm...yeah...fine...just the three alarm chili I had for lunch taking its revenge on me."

"I hear that dude. You gotta be careful with that shit...it'll burn straight through to your balls if you eat too much of it."

"Uh, yeah." Corbin reached up and pulled Lizzie's head back, whispering in her ear, "You just wait until he's gone missy."

They sat like that, with Lizzie's legs bent back along Corbin's hips, his cock still deep inside her, until the stranger washed his hands and left. Giving the man enough time to get down the hall and out of ear shot, Corbin eased a very amused Lizzie off his lap and onto her feet. They looked at one another and burst into laughter.

"I thought I told you not to move." He said between breaths.

"I couldn't...help it..."replied Lizzie. "You know when I've got something good and hard between my legs I just have to ride it." She straightened out her skirt and gathered up their things. "Besides...was that not the best sex you've ever had?"

Corbin nipped at her neck as they cautiously made their way to the door. Checking for witnesses and seeing the coast was clear, he led her outside, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he whispered, "That's beside the point. You wanton hussy you." Lizzie began humming as they walked to the parking lot. 

"What is it with you and singing after sex?" he asked.

"I can't help it," Lizzie laughed. "I was thinking about what just happened and the most hilarious image popped into my head."

"And its making you hum? What is that anyway...sounds like a commercial jingle."

"It is," she snickered. "Don't you remember those ads when you were growing up...the boat that was in the tank? You've just earned yourself a new nickname buster." Lizzie broke free from his embrace to get a head start, knowing she'd pay for what she was about to call him. "So...care to spend the night with me...Mr. TidyBowl Man?"

Caught in the Cleaner's Uniform



During my final years at school I took a weekend job at a motorway service station to earn some 'going out' money. It was mindless, repetitive, menial work -- I had to keep the restaurant and toilet areas clean and tidy -- but it gave me the money to enjoy my teenage freedoms. It also had its benefits. The management were rarely around on a weekend, and consequently I spent much of my time in my storage room office idly wanking over the porn mags I used to find in the bins and toilet stalls. 

One hot July afternoon I was asked to provide evening cover for one of the cleaning staff who was away celebrating her sister's wedding. The overtime rate was good and I had nothing planned that night, so I readily agreed. 

Around 7pm I made my way to the night office from where I would be working for the next few hours. Inside I found Janice, the full-time cleaner who did my job during the week. Because of the shift arrangement, I rarely saw her, which was a shame because Janice was a fantastically sexy forty-something woman -- exactly the type I fantasized over obsessively at that age. She was dressed to the nines and explained that she'd been covering for the same person as me during the day, and was now on her way to join the wedding celebrations at a nearby hotel where she would be spending the night. To save time, she had changed into her party clothes as work and was just about to catch a taxi. I wished her a good night and she looked me up and down knowingly and said it was a shame I wasn't coming to. I blushed and felt the beginnings of a hard-on inside my uniform.

After she'd gone I sat around in the office for a while, bored and listless. Eventually I got to thinking about Janice and would she would be doing by now. I pictured myself as the victim of a drunken seduction back in her hotel room. I imagined her undressing, revealing her heavy breasts and sliding her skirt and nylons down her ample ass and thighs. I became of a hint of her perfume in the muggy air of the office, and developed an overwhelming curiosity to look in her locker. Opening the narrow metal door, a heady female aroma, a mixture of perfume, sweat and something else, immediately assailed my nostrils and my cock twitched. On the shelf in front of me were Janice's tan tights and her white lace bra and knickers, which she had clearly been wearing only an hour or so previously. I picked up the tights and inhaled deeply their evocative scent. I could clearly discern where her pussy and ass had only so recently been, and I ran my tongue across the nylon as I relished the imagery in my mind's eye. I imagined Janice being fucked by a big hairy cock at the wedding party. I was suddenly taken by an overwhelming urge to somehow get inside Janice's body and feel what it would be like to be fucked.

I quickly stripped off all my clothes and reached for Janice's tights, my hands shaking and heart pounding. I eased the nylons up my legs, and smoother them up around my waist. I put on the lacy bra, and stuffed it with a couple of scarves I found. I then put on Janice's blue nylon overall, buttoning it up the front from mid-thigh to neck. I then slipped her low-heeled mules on to my feet and looked into the mirror to view the transformation. What I saw swelled my cock to bursting point, and inspired me still further - Janice had left her make-up bag, and I quickly found and applied lipstick, eye shadow and mascara, and mussed up my air to add to the effect.

The mirror now showed a slim and attractive young lady in a figure-hugging blue uniform dress and sheer tan nylons. Her make-up was slightly on the tarty side, and she rolled her hips in a suggestive manner. She worked her dress up above her thighs, and began to stroke her hard cock through her tights. She grasped the thick shaft and worked the foreskin back and forth, relishing nylon tightening over the bulbous purple tip. She wet her finger and rubbed it around the end of her cock, then brought it back to her mouth, thrusting her hips in wilful abandon. Had she retained her self-control, she might perhaps have seen reflected in the mirror the office door opening -- certainly in time to save the worst of the embarrassment. As it was, by the time she set eyes on Vic Birch from Head Office, he had seen quite enough to indicate that a major breach of company protocol was underway.

"What...who are you and what the HELL do you think you are doing young lady?"

"Please Mr Birch, I'm not a...I'm not a...lady", I stammered.

"I don't care what the hell you are, I want you in my office now!"

As I was led, in my blue nylon dress, tights, mules and make-up, to the manager's office, I desperately searched for a reasonable explanation that I could offer to Mr Birch. A big man in his late 50s, he was a senior manager in the company and wielded considerable power. He was a man who commanded authority and was accustomed to giving orders and getting his own way. No explanation presented itself. Inside the office he closed the door behind me and sat down at the large desk. >From a drawer he produced a bottle of scotch and two paper cups. He half filled each and slid one across the desk in my direction. From his unsteady hand it was clear this was not his first drink of the night.

"Drink!" he ordered, and I obeyed, downing the spirit in one. It burned in my throat and went immediately to my head.

"You are certainly not a lady", he continued. "You are a dirty slut who has been abusing the terms of her employment. You have been pleasuring yourself whilst in my paid employ, and I demand repayment in kind right now. Lift up your dress"

In a trance (and more than a little drunk) I felt powerless to object, and did as I was ordered. I was mortified, and yet strangely excited, my breath quickening and my swollen cock hardening as I stood before him exposing everything through the sheer tights I was wearing.

"Come here and give me a twirl, young lady", said Mr Birch. I found myself sashaying towards him, and stood before him, demure yet excited. He ran his hand up the back of my thighs and stroked my ass, then reached through my legs to grasp my balls and cock through the nylon. Then he tore a hole in the tights just under my cock and pulled me on to his knee. He French-kissed me and rucked my skirt up around my waist. He pushed a finger into my mouth and had me lick it. Then he ran it down my back and brought it to lie on my 'pussy'. I found myself gasping, and my whole body twitched involuntarily. As he pressed his finger into me, I pushed myself down on to him, and thrust my tongue deep into his mouth.

I had completely lost control, and was fantasizing intensely that I was actually Janice, being fucked by a bloke who had found her to be an easy lay, and had brought her back to his room. I straddled Mr Birch in his swivel chair, my long nyloned legs sitting astride his and my dress now discarded. At his insistence I undid his pants and took out his cock. He told me to wank it slowly, whilst he played with my tits under my bra, pinching my little nipples between the fingertips of one hand. His finger delved deeper into my pussy, and was joined by a second and a third. I put my tongue deep into his mouth and pushed against his fingers. Then he pushed me to my knees and opened his hairy thighs, from where emerged his hard, fat cock, glistening with his juices. He grasped the back of my head and pushed his cock against my glossy pink lips. I let him slide in and savoured the warm salty taste. He brought my hand up to his shaft and made me wank him again and roll his big balls around. With my other hand I wanked my own cock, then slid my finger into my hot pussy.

Mr Birch abruptly tore my head away from his cock, flipped me round and bent me over his desk. Then I felt his hands on my ass, my cheeks parting and his hot breath on my puckered hole. His tongue entered me and I pushed back against it, my ass- pussy relaxing and allowing him deeper and deeper access. He tongued me for a while then withdrew, and I sensed him standing. I next felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, and shortly afterwards his cock nudging up against my ass. I thrust my ass up in the air and reached back between my legs to grasp Mr Birch's cock, guiding it to my swollen hole. We were both already so wet that the head of his cock slipped into me with an exquisite ease, and he began to fuck me slowly and purposely.

I looked up and saw myself reflected in the wardrobe mirror. My makeup was smudged, my bra in disarray and my tights were holed and laddered. I also saw a young woman in ecstasy, first being fucked from behind, then being forced to kneel and suck and wank her bosses cock until his cum sprayed across her lips and cheeks. She licked every last trace from his cock and her own face, before being ordered to get dressed and tidy herself up.

"Young lady, I have a party to go to and a car which I am far too drunk to drive. You are relieved of your duties and are henceforth my official chauffeur.

"You will drive me first to my house, where we will both freshen up, then you will accompany me to a wedding party where I am expected as guest of honour. Now move!"