3 comments/ 169589 views/ 76 favorites A Moving Experience By: UrsaMajor69 "Hello, Aardvark Moving Company. How may we help you," said the voice over the telephone. It was the first entry in the phone book and Tiffany couldn't be bothered to look further. "Can you move our furniture across town tomorrow?" Tiffany said in her rather abrupt manner, as she sometimes tended to do with 'hired help'. "Well, that's rather short notice, madam. And tomorrow is Saturday. I am going to have a little difficulty in finding a crew." "Could you please get one together, because I really need to move tomorrow? I don't care how much it costs." "OK, I think we can arrange something. But it will cost you at least $2000. Payment in cash is required on the completion of the job." said the man, his voice betraying slight annoyance at the Tiffany's attitude. "Sure, whatever. Just make sure your men don't damage anything." She gave him her personal details and the addresses and then she hung up. Damn Paul, Tiffany thought. Why was he in such a hurry to move into the new house? And why was he on another of his business trips instead of helping with the move. Paul Winchester Lambert-Brown was often on business trips. He was one of the city's most prominent businessmen. It was a minor scandal when this 50 year old tycoon married Tiffany, his then 22 year old secretary. They had been married for 6 years and things were going well. Business was doing alright and they were moving into a bigger house. While not deliriously happy, they at least got on very well. He provided her with a great standard of living while she was the perfect trophy wife. She always kept her appearance immaculate, both at their social events and at home. And even though Paul was much older than Tiffany, he was still able to satisfy her sexually. It was mostly fairly conventional sex, but Tiffany sometimes liked to strut around in sexy French lingerie, teasing Paul until he begged her to make love to him. It made her feel very turned on and slightly naughty and Paul certainly didn't seem to mind. However, Paul did have a difficult side in that he was obsessive about preserving his collection of antiques and various pieces of art. Over the years, Tiffany had learnt not to handle, let alone damage his prized possessions. The thought of a big house move filled her with dread and she was very angry with Paul for not being here to help out. Anyway, she knew that it had to be done and so she then went to the bank to withdraw the money. *************** Tiffany answered the doorbell the next day with some unease. The moving workers were half an hour late in arriving, and that did not help Tiffany's already anxious mood. When she opened the door, she was greeted by the sight of a large chest in overalls directly in front of her. Tiffany was not short at 5'10," but she had to look up to see the man's face. He must have been 6'4" at least. "Mrs. Tiffany Lambert-Brown?" he said in a deep, resonant voice. She just nodded her head with her mouth slightly open. "My name is David and we are from Aardvark Moving Company." "Er, yes. Come in," she said, slowly regaining her composure. She led them in and showed them around the house and each man introduced himself. She explained in detail what needed to be packed and what to be especially careful of (this took a long time). While she was doing this, she was also checking out the moving team, almost subconsciously. David was in his late 40's and obviously kept in good shape despite his age. He was the boss of the crew and carried himself with a certain dignity, helped by his square jaw and grey streaks in his full head of hair. Greg and Tony were about the same age, in their early twenties. Greg was about the same height and build as David but obviously had a tighter body due to his fewer years. He had a shock of blond hair which was rather long and unkempt, not unlike a surfer. Tony was the shortest of the four men, but was still about 6 foot. He was also more stocky, but certainly not flabby and he had straight, dark hair. Both Greg and Tony seemed to have an air of mischief about them and were constant joking about. Tiffany knew she had to keep an eye on them. Jim was physically the most imposing of the quartet: 6'9," black and all muscle. He was very quiet and stood slightly apart from the other three. Tiffany caught herself looking at his crotch wondering how big Jim's cock was, but the pressure of the move stopped any further pondering. The team got to work quickly and efficiently. Tiffany hovered about supervising the activity. She achieved very little except to annoy the workers and to increase her own anxiety. By lunch time, her nerves were almost shot. She knew she had to get out of there and so she left the men and went to her favourite cafe. She had a nice meal and some wine. She started to relax a bit and her mind wandered to sex. It had been a couple of months since her husband had satisfied her. She knew just the perfect thing to unwind: go out to buy at set lingerie to surprise Paul when he gets back. She spent at least an hour in the exclusive lingerie boutique trying on many outfits. She finally settled on a small black corset. It started just below the breasts (though it did not cover them) and ended above her shapely hips. It laced up the back, which made it a bit difficult to put on. At the bottom end were four suspender straps to hold up stockings. She tried it out with a pair of sheer black stockings and a black lace G-string. She admired herself in the full length mirror in the change room. The corset narrowed her tummy to 22 inches which accentuated her curvaceous hips and thighs. It also made her bare 35 inch D-cup breasts jutted out in from of her. She turned around and liked the combination of the thong panties and suspenders - it made her butt look soft and round. She looked down further. Even though the stockings were good, there was something missing. Then she realized what it was. Shoes! She needed a pair of sexy shoes to "top off" her little outfit. Because the corset was so much trouble to take off, she decided to wear the whole thing home. She put her short black dress, which barely covered the tops of her stockings. She set off with renewed vigor to complete her new quest. Within half an hour she had found a nice pair of shiny black patent leather pumps. They had almost needle pointed 4 inch stiletto heels. They were a simple design, but she imagined would complement her underwear perfectly. With her little bit of fun over, she paid for her purchases and teetered off to the new house on her new high heels shoes. When she got there, she noted that the removal company vans was parked outside the house and was almost empty. She had been gone so long that they had almost finished the job. When she entered, she saw Greg and Tony in the dining room unpacking some dishes. Greg was in the middle of telling a dirty joke when they noticed her. Greg blushed slightly and they greeted her. Tiffany just said "hi" and headed for the bedroom. Her hips swayed as she climbed the staircase as she got use to the height of her shoes. Tony elbowed Greg's ribs. "Take a look at that ass," whispered Tony, pointing up Tiffany's skirt. From the bottom of the stairs, they could see the naked skin above her stockings peeking out from under her dress. "Wow! These rich dudes sure get the best babes. I wouldn't mind a piece of that, even if it was just for 10 minutes," said Greg, his eyes following every movement of her butt. "Yeah, about 2 minutes is about all you could handle. Let's get back to work lover boy." Tiffany entered her bedroom, unaware of the attention that she was getting. She closed the door behind her. She checked that everything was alright in the bedroom. The last thing she needed was anything damaged. After her brief survey, she went to look herself in the mirror. She was about to take off her dress to see how she looked with just her corset and the stilettos on when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Yes, what is it?" she said loudly. "Excuse me Ma'am, but we're just about finished," said David as he came into the bedroom. "I hope that everything is to your satisfaction." "Yes, everything is fine." By now, the other three men had come into the room as well. Tiffany noted that their uniforms were not quite as clean and crisp as they were and that their muscular arms were covered with a thin film of perspiration. The slightly sweet smell of physical exertion began to fill the air. The smell always made her a little horny. It reminded of her of the days in high school when she was a cheerleader dating the football captain. David handed her a piece of paper. "That will be $2000 please." Tiffany bent over to retrieve her handbag from the foot of her bed, again revealing a hint of bare thigh over the stocking tops. None of the men failed to take notice. Tony winked at Greg. As she opened her bag, Tiffany suddenly realised that even though she had withdrawn more than enough cash the previous day, she had spent the majority of it on her little shopping spree today. No worries, she thought. "Do you take personal checks?" she asked, deftly whipping out her check book. "No, ma'am. It's against company policy. We accept cash only," said David politely. "Hmmm, I don't seem to have enough. How about I give you $300 today and pay the balance on Monday?" "I wish I could do that ma'am. But, it is a strict rule that payment must be made in full on the completion of the job. I'm sure that it was explained to you when you booked our service," replied David, now getting impatient. "Well, what can I do? I haven't got any more money on me at the moment. Can't I just go out the auto teller machine to get some more cash now?" David was about to relent when Tony tapped him on his shoulder. Tony nodded towards Tiffany. David knew exactly what his young worker was thinking. "You put us in a difficult position, Mrs. Lambert-Brown, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement," David eventually said. "Well I'm glad you've come to your senses. What do you propose?" she said in a business-like voice that she learnt from her husband. "We propose that you take off your dress" said David again, in a slow, steady voice. "What?" said Tiffany, her tone betraying her incredulity. "He said, 'take off your dress'. Or maybe you want us to tear it off," leered Tony. "Look, don't be stupid. I'm going out to get some more money," she blurted, trying hard to hide her fear. She headed for the bedroom door, but Jim's imposing, dark figure moved in to block her way. He stood tall, like a statue, arms folded and face stern. She knew there was no way she could get past. She turned around to see Greg holding up a vase in his hand. "Either you do what our boss man says, or we start breaking your precious stuff," threatened Greg. Tiffany began to tremble. She could not think straight. She was surrounded by four large men with no possibility of escape. And she knew that Paul would be unbearable if he found anything broken. She didn't know what she was more afraid of: Paul's anger or the stares of these men. David looked her straight in the eye. "Now, strip off...slowly," he ordered in a calm voice. She felt that she had no choice. Her hands were now shaking visibly as she reached up her back. The men could hear the zip being undone as her arm moved downwards in a few jerky motions. The dress opened up at the back and slipped forwards off her shoulders. She caught with her crossed arms it just before exposed her braless breasts. "Didn't you hear him? We said take it off!" commanded Tony, loudly. Startled, Tiffany let go of the dress. It fell quickly to her feet, crumpling into a small pile on top of her shoes. "Holy shit!" exclaimed Greg. Tony let out a low whistle. David and Jim just stood there, smiling their quiet approval. They couldn't believe their luck. Here was a blonde goddess standing in front of them in corset and stockings. Her firm, round breasts heaved up and down as she started to breath more quickly. Her deeply flushed cheeks betrayed her acute embarrassment, but this only made her look more erotic. "Turn around," said David after he had savoured the frontal view. Tiffany obeyed, presenting her posterior to the group. This time even Jim let out a gasp as her prefect, smooth bottom came into view. The thong panty was serving its intended purpose of showing off those round butt cheeks to perfection. She turned her head towards them, her hair sweeping over one shoulder. Her pulse was racing, exposed and vulnerable in front of all these ravenous eyes. "OK. You've seen the show. Will you take the $300 and leave? I promise I will get the rest to your office by Monday," she pleaded. "Not quite yet. We could all see better than this in the nudie bar for a few bucks. You have some way to go if you want to work off this debt. Now, come over here," commanded David. He had lied about seeing better than Tiffany. None of the men had seen such an exquisite woman before, certainly not so close and in such a vulnerable situation. Tiffany didn't like the sound this. She hobbled over to the men, still trying so get used to the high heels. She stopped before she got too close to them. "Kneel," came the next order. She didn't move. Tiffany then felt a pair of sweaty hands on her shoulders. She was shocked at how large the hands were, easily covering each shoulder. It was Jim, who had moved up behind her without her noticing. The hand felt heavier and heavier as Jim pressed down until Tiffany's legs finally gave way and she was on her knees. Meanwhile, David had taken off his overalls and shoes. He was just wearing a T-shirt and his shorts, which had a very prominent bulge in them. He walked over until his crotch was almost directly in from of Tiffany's face. He then pulled down his shorts and freed his stiff 10 inch cock. It snapped straight ahead, ending up 3 inches from Tiffany's nose. She was quite startled by it, as she had never seen a dick larger than her husband's 7 inches before. Her initial reaction was to lean backwards at this invasion of her personal space, but she was held in place by Jim's assured grip. Her field of vision was filled with David's red, angry head, beating slightly in time with his heartbeat. On the tip was a large dewdrop of pre-cum, glistening and clear. "You know what to do," said David as he looked down at her wide-eyed wonderment. Tiffany was at once fascinated by the huge hard on in front of her and disgusted by what they were trying to make her do. After she didn't move for a while, she felt Jim's hands push her forward. As her face was pushed closer, she tilted her head back slightly and stuck out her tongue. Her eyes locked onto David. She licked off the pre-cum with tip of her tongue and closed her eyes as she savoured its salty taste, something which always made here extremely horny. She opened her mouth again, but David's ever swelling head would not fit. Instead, she swirled her tongue around her head, then licked up and down the long shaft. This extra lubrication allowed her mouth to slide, somewhat uncomfortably, around David's rock hard rod. Tiffany then started to rock her head back and forwards, sucking gently. The pungent odour of pubic hair filled her nostrils and this made her pick up her pace. "Look at her go, man. This babe's *hot*!" said Tony. "Yeah, I can't wait for my turn," replied Greg. Greg's comment made Tiffany realize that they were all going to have their turn, enjoying her body. She was a bit angry with herself that the thought of being used as a sex toy by this group of big, strong men was actually making her really hot. She sucked on David's shaft harder. David moaned softly as she made loud slurping noises. He enjoyed the attentions of her mouth for a few more minutes. "Jim, see if she is ready yet," said David suddenly. Tiffany squealed as she felt Jim's hand reach down between her legs. He rubbed her pussy through the thin cloth of the panties, feeling the tell-tale wetness of the material. "She's all set to party, boss," reported Jim. David pulled out roughly, leaving her mouth wide open temporarily. With one fluid motion, he swept her up and deposited Tiffany on her back in the middle of the large bed. He began pulling at the thong panties. Tiffany initially resisted, then lifted her hips slightly. As the panties moved near her knees, she lifted her feet into the air and the tiny thong slipped past her shiny stilettos. David spread her legs apart, revealing a neatly cropped mound of fine, neatly trimmed blond pubic hairs above a pink and now very wet slit. David positioned himself over Tiffany, his muscular body dwarfing her underneath. He took his penis in his hand and started to rub the head around her clit. Tiffany wriggled her hips and moaned while he teased her pussy and coated his dick with her juices. "Oh, oh...stop teasing me. Please, put it in, please," she begged. "Don't worry, baby, I'll fuck you real good," her said With those words, he thrust his hips forward suddenly and violently. With one stroke, he was more than half buried. "Oh my GOD!" Tiffany shouted. She had never taken a penis this big before. Spurred on by her cry, he thrust again, this time plunging to the hilt of his 10 inch member. "Ungh," was all she could manage. He lay still for a moment, enjoying the tightness of her cunt. As it began to loosen after the initial assault, he started to rhythmically move in and out. "Ungh, ungh, ungh," grunted Tiffany in David's ear as he pounded her. She lifted her legs up and crossed her feet behind his butt. The other three had the privilege of seeing her patent high heel shoes locked above his rising and falling posterior. Tony thought he was cum any second at such an erotic scene. David knew that he couldn't last for long either, given the combined effects of her great blow job and her warm tight pussy. Tiffany sensed that he might unload soon, and started to worry. She wasn't wearing her diaphragm and in the heat of the moment, couldn't remember when her period was. She had to stop him before he came. "No, no, please don't do it inside...inside my...ahh, ahhh, AHHHHH!" It was too late. She closed her eyes tightly and threw her legs up in the air as she had a mind-blowing orgasm. She was unable to say anything coherent. "Just look at that slut. She's really getting off on this!" said Tony. Her cunt spasmed rhythmically, massaging David's dick as he continued to fuck her. That was the final straw and he thrust deeply one more time before pumping his wad deep into her body. His hips moved in involuntarily as his jism continued deposit inside. He continued to cum for at least 30 seconds, such was the intensity of his orgasm. Tiffany felt each hot spurt splash inside her, filling her with shame and excitement all at the same time. David collapsed on top of her, his weight knocking the wind out of her. He lay there for almost a minute recovering. When he pulled out, his penis was covered in thick, white juices. He lifted himself off her limp body. She was starting to come out her post-orgasmic stupor and was beginning to worry about her fertility again. The last thing she needed was a pregnancy, especially from a stranger. She got up to go to the bathroom, hoping to clean out as much of the semen as possible. However, before she could go anywhere, a hand pushed her forcefully back onto the bed. "Where do you think you're going you little whore? I haven't had my turn yet." It was Tony, standing naked in front of her. "Please, I have to go to the bathroom and..." "Stop talking and start moaning." Tony pulled her ass towards him until she was lying at the edge of the bed where he was standing. He grabbed her ankles and lifted them up until her legs from a big 'V' in the air. He aimed his cock and quickly pushed it in all the way. The mixture of liquid in her twat made his progress much smoother than David's. He rested her ankles on his shoulders so that her spiked heel shoes rested just next to his ears. Although Tony's penis was only about 6 inches long, it was quite fat and Tiffany could feel it sliding in and out despite her wetness. A Moving Experience Tony got tired of this position quickly. He stopped fucking her. "Turn over. Get on your hands and knees so I can ride you better, bitch." She did as she was asked and soon Tony was presented with her luscious posterior. The laces on her corset criss-crossed her back, exposing bits of her pale flesh. He grabbed her round hips with glee and slammed into her pussy again. Tiffany let out a long "ohhhh" as he re-entered her. However, this sound was muffled as something was stuffed into her mouth. It was big, but it was soft. She tasted jizz, but also something more unfamiliar. She looked up and saw David. She now knew that that unfamiliar taste was her own cunt juices. "Clean my cock," David ordered. She obediently licked up all traces of David's cum and her love fluid from his growing appendage, even though it did not taste very nice. Almost involuntarily, she opened her mouth to suck on David's big manhood again when he suddenly pulled out. "Hey, slut. Don't get too greedy. I'm a good boss and I look after my workers. Greg, why don't you sample Mrs. Lambert-Brown's mouth for a while." Quick as a flash, Greg replaced David's cock with his own. Like Tony, he only had an average sized penis (and thinner too) and she found it a more comfortable fit into her mouth. She started to suck enthusiastically as she inhaled the heady aromas of this young, lithe man's pubic hairs and tasted his pre-cum. Her keenness for the giving head was not lost on Greg. "Whoah, thanks boss," exclaimed Greg. "Looks like I got my Christmas bonus early this year. This whore can sure suck cock. My god! She's using her tongue..." and he trailed off, lost in enjoyment. Greg wasn't the only one enjoying himself. He watched as Tony's used his big, meaty hands to hold on tight to Tiffany's hips to pump rapid in and out of her pussy. Her corseted body was a quivering blur as she moved back and forth to meet Tony's thrusts, bouncing between two cocks. Tony couldn't hold off any longer and yelled out "oh yeah, get a load of this" and he buried his cock as deep as he could. He tensed 9 or 10 times as he shot his sperm inside her. Tiffany felt so dirty that it was delicious. Eventually Tony pulled out of Tiffany while she still worked expertly on David. She was concentrating fully on what was in front of her, and forgot about everything else. Then she felt something massive come up against the lips of her wet pussy. She felt two big hands take a very firm hold of her hips and pull her butt backwards onto the mass behind her. Tiffany opened her mouth, spat out David's cock, threw her head backwards and screamed out aloud as a searing pain erupted from between her legs. The hands relaxed for a bit, then pulled her hips back again and another yell emanated from her mouth. She felt as if her pussy was exploding. "Looks like she felt that one, Jim," said David, looking closely at Tiffany's face screwed up in pain. "Yeah, thanks for that Jim," jeered Greg. "I was just about to cream her sweet mouth." If she had forgotten about Jim and his package before, she was certainly given a reminder now. The pain was just beginning to abate when Jim thrust powerfully again. Tiffany screamed again. "Enjoy the ride on the 12 inch black express, lady," sneered Tony. "It's no good boss. She just can't seem to take it all," observed Jim, ruefully. "Now you know what I've said, Jim. You don't give up when you work for me," chastised David. "OK boss." Jim pushed Tiffany forward and she popped off his huge penis. She toppled over on the bed face down, trying to catch her breath. She felt Jim's strong hands on her again, this time on her body. He easily flipped her around until she was on her back. He loomed large over her as he clambered on top and parted her legs. With wild-eyed apprehension, she looked down as a big, dark object came steady towards her. She was shocked to see a monster of an organ bigger than she had ever believed possible. It was at least 12 inches long, wider than Tony's now seemingly tiny dick, with thick veins coursing up and down the black shaft. The top quarter was glistening with sticky liquid. Evidently, he had only managed to get a small way in on his last attempt. Jim positioned this massive weapon over its target and propped himself up on his arms. "No, no, noooo!" blurted Tiffany. "You're too big! You'll ruin me!" But those protestations fell on deaf ears as Jim lowered his pelvis quickly towards the bed. A renewed pain seared through Tiffany's body as Jim's monster penetrated her tight cunt. The three onlookers cheered as they watched. Tiffany was so small compared to Jim that the looked like an insect stuck onto a specimen board; except that she was impaled on a large spear, not a tiny pin. Her arms and legs flailed in the air widely, and her head shook quickly from side to side as she screamed in agony. "Give it to the whore! Pump her hard!" they encouraged. But Tiffany couldn't hear them. All she could think about was the gigantic piece of black flesh that was being forced into her inch by inch with each push. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, the pushing stopped. Jim was buried to the hilt at long last. "You so tight, bitch. Bet you never had no big black meat in you before," he leered at her. She shook her head. "You is gonna enjoy this, then." Then he started to fuck her, and fuck her hard. Slowly at first, but always with long, powerful strokes. With each thrust, the pain subsided and a new feeling took over: Tiffany felt so incredibly filled, as she had never been filled before. She was ashamed that she felt so good to be have her pussy defiled by that long black shlong. She was soon squealing with delight with each stroke, her feet in high heels quivering in the air and her small hands grabbing onto the sheets. Before long, she had a series of massive orgasms, one after another as the black stud continued to pound her. Her vocalizations became incoherent, but sounded to the other three like "Fuck me!". The contractions inside Tiffany's pussy massaged Jim's cock further, and soon it was clear that he was also going to cum. His thrusting became quicker and more irregular, until he finally plunged deep within Tiffany and let out a huge groan. If Tiffany was filled before, she was now positively overflowing with what seemed like a torrent of cum. His thick semen was dumped deep inside her unprotected womb and all she could do was moan with each pulse of ejaculation. After a minute, Jim pulled out and a gush of thick, creamy fluid gushed out of her now distended cunt. Tiffany was spent and her arms and legs flopped lifelessly on the bed. Her mouth was agape as she gasped for breath. Jim crawled up the bed towards her face and fed his softer but still impressive cock into her submissive mouth. She was so weak that she could hardly lift her head off the bed but she weakly tried to lick all the love gravy off Jim's big appendage. While she was doing this, she felt her legs being held apart and some squelching noises come from down below. However, she could hardly feel anything. It was Greg trying to have his turn. "Hey, Jim! You've ruined it for me. I can hardly touch the sides of this bitch," complained Jim. Jim got up and turned towards Greg. "Well I couldn't wait no more and besides you were enjoying a blowjob. I wasn't going to wait until you finished with her." Jim walked off to clean up. "Aw, shit!" cursed Greg, as he continued to fuck Tiffany's now loose pussy. "This ain't gonna work." He got up and turned Tiffany over again. She was lying on her belly with her head hanging over the edge of the bed. She was too tired to move and just lay there. However, when she felt a pair of hands pushing her ass cheeks apart and a blunt object push against her butt hole, her eyes suddenly opened wide in alarm. "Please, no! Don't put it in there! I've never done that before," she almost cried. "Hey, I'm gonna fuck you one way or another" said Greg back to her. "If your pussy ain't good enough to fuck, you'll take it up your ass." And with thus he thrust cruelly into her rear end. A different pain ran through her body. Although Greg wasn't as big as Jim, her virgin ass still had difficulty coping with the sudden attack. Tiffany was totally helpless, pinned down on the bed and butt fucked. The agony of the initial penetration went away and was replaced by a feeling of total invasion and humiliation. Not only had all four brutes pleasured themselves with her body, but they had used every single hole to do so. Each thrust brought strange new sensations deep inside her body. All she could do was dangle her head and grunt. David was getting his second wind back and saw his opportunity. He pulled her limp head up by her long blond hair and he guided his cock into Tiffany's mouth, stuffing it past her lips. Before she knew what was happening, David was buried all the way into her throat until her nose was pushed up against his pubic hair. She panicked at first because she had never deep-throated anyone, and was afraid she would suffocate, but soon found that she was able to breath around even David's large cock. In synchrony now David and Greg pushed in and out of both ends of her body. She was impaled from both sides and all she could do was let these men enjoy these previously unsullied parts of her body. She felt dirty and hot all at the same time. She felt things she never felt before. She felt faint. Before the lost all consciousness, she felt Greg inject his cum up her virgin ass just as David squirt his warm liquid down her throat and into her stomach. She passed out. *************** When she woke up, it was dark and she was lying curled up in bed. She had no idea how long she had been asleep for but knew she was sore all over. There was still cum oozing out from all her orifices, forming a huge wet patch around her hip. Her mouth was sticky with the taste of sex. Her hair was matted with dried semen which was also all over her face - they must have circled jerked around her face after she passed out, all giving her one last tribute before they left. Tiffany lay in the dark and pondered. Her husband would be back in a few days. Surely there was much still to do before his return. There was painting, cleaning, gardening. She must hire men to do these jobs. Many, many men who needed some sort of payment for their work. Yes, there was so much to do. A Moving Experience: Dani DeVine's Diary 2 Hello again, diary. Last time we talked I had just met sexy film producer Derrick Sexton at the premiere of his film “Down and Dirty.” After a few rough moments we really hit it off and have been going at it hot and heavy ever since. Soon after that first explosive meeting Derrie asked me to move in with him, and after much creative persuasion I eventually said yes. I had never moved in with a man before—or had one move in with me. But a few months of frantic rushing back and forth between our respective residences before work and I was ready to set up house. The momentous day finally arrived. I spent the night in the apartment so I’d be there when the movers arrived. It was a hot day and I’d asked the electric company to leave the power on so we could have air conditioning for moving out and for the maid while she cleaned out the place. Frustratingly the whole area lost power—a rolling blackout—even before the movers got there. I sent Eliana, our maid, home and told her to call my office tomorrow to make other arrangements for the final cleaning. As she was leaving the truck pulled in and three hunks in gray shirts with their names embroidered on them arrived. The leader, a well-built ebony man called Reno, grabbed a roll of stickers and tossed a clipboard to a tall red-haired guy named Gage. The third man, a stocky Latino called Lance, opened the back of the van and unloaded quilted pads and a hand-truck. It took Reno and Gage about 20 minutes to tag my belongings, while Lance stood outside and smoked while reading a dirty magazine. Soon after they began to pack the van, the sweat started pouring and they removed their gray shirts. Gage and Lance had on tanks, which accentuated their muscular forearms, but Reno worked bare-chested sweat glistening on his well-defined muscles. It was hard to take my eyes off them, so I was relieved when Derrie sped up. Derrie had been out of town setting up a location, but had promised he’d make it in time to help close out the apartment. He looked so sexy in his tight t-shirt and even tighter torn jeans; they molded exactly to his lean, tan body. After our hello kiss I looked up into his emerald eyes and asked him to load the two boxes of “extra fragile” items I had personally packed into my car. He flashed me a dashing white smile; his perfect pecs flexed as he picked the heavy cartons up to carry out. The moving men had nothing on my guy. The movers quickly finished loading the truck; they left with the furniture and other boxes and were planning to stop for lunch before meeting us at Derrie’s townhouse. I headed in to go through the apartment to be sure nothing was left behind in the cabinets and closets. I finished checking the cloak closet, the powder room, the office, and the kitchen for leavings; all was clear. Derrie came back in as I was heading for the bedroom and shouted that he was grabbing the last beer from the ‘fridge; I shouted back to come share it with me. I checked the closet and shelves; only things there were three hangers and a single stocking. Then I headed into the bath. There were no windows in the bathroom, so I had to feel my way through the cabinets. I was crouched over looking under the sink when Derrie snuck up behind me and goosed me with the cold beer bottle. I giggled and reached into the dark corner of the cabinet; my hand closed over something soft, and hard. I pulled out my little blue jelly friend and showed it to him. Shoving Blue in my pocket I grinned up at Derrie; I had almost forgotten this since I hadn’t really needed it lately. I ran my hand over Derrie’s crotch to emphasize why. He pulled me to him and kissed me, but I pulled away—it was hot and crowded in the dark little bathroom; not to mention leaning over the toilet wasn’t my idea of a prime location for hanky-panky. Derrie could fix that. Grabbing my hand he dragged me into the empty bedroom; no maid, no furniture, no draperies, nothing was in our way. I took the beer and guzzled the rest of it, rubbing the cold bottle over my face and neck while Derrie began unzipping my jean shorts. Finishing the beer off I lay back on the carpet and let him pull them away. He kissed the soft mound between my legs, and then moved up to lick my pale belly and push up my old t-shirt. I moaned as Derrie undid the front clasp on my bra and grabbed my freed breasts. I started to take off his shirt, too, but he stopped me; he wanted to do me first. Hardly objecting I removed my top and bra; naked but for my thong, I sighed and lay back to receive his ministrations. Derrie kissed me again, his tongue lapping in my mouth and down my neck. He sucked my ears and nibbled on my collarbone, all the while squeezing my tits or rubbing my pubis through my panties. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations; I felt his fingers dip into my wet pussy and heard the familiar buzz of ole blue. Derrie pulled my thong to the side, and gently inserted the pulsing vibrator into my love box. It was a new feeling having someone else vibe me, but a good one. I rocked against the heel of his hand on my clit; Derrie was pumping Blue into me. It was odd, but I didn’t want him to stop. He laughed and leaned over to suck my clit. He licked and sucked, vibed and pumped. I was building up to an enormous orgasm and he loved watching me writhe. Finally the rising heat pulsing in me burst and a wave of cool spasms overtook my body. Derrie slowly pulled the vibrator from deep within me, gently rubbed my aching pussy, and twisted Blue to off. I felt like jelly, but it was his turn. I sat up and kissed him teasing his lips and tongue with my teeth, then began to undress him. I started at the top, pulling his t-shirt up over his head and nibbling my way down his body. I bit his nipples, frenched his naval, then licked down to his belt; I undid it and unzipped his fly, kissing his cock through the opening as I went. Derrie helped me remove his Levis and under shorts together; I pushed him back on the carpet and climbed astride him. I teased his engorged bulb with my tongue; I rubbed his shaft between my breasts; I grabbed his balls hard and rolled them in my hand. Derrie was moaning and grabbing for my breasts. I let him cop a quick feel, kissed him on the tip of the nose, then turned away. I put my fingers into my own wet pussy and taking the liquid, rubbed it on Derrie’s cock, then on Blue. I twisted it on, and lovingly teased Derrie’s pouch—squeezing Blue between his balls. I pumped him there for a minute and Derrie’s reaction was getting me all hot again. So I climbed on his upright pole and began bouncing and grinding. Soon it was too difficult to hold the vibrator so I let it go; I wanted to concentrate on giving Derrie the best flesh session ever. We rocked and panted, heaved and rolled, until I could feel his cum tremors and I spasmed in response. Blue was long since massaging the floor, so I shut it off and shoved the vibrator back into my shorts on the pile of clothes. We cuddled a while, and then got up to dress; we both had massive rug burn. I glanced at Derrie’s watch and threw him his pants; we needed to hurry or the moving guys would be waiting at the townhouse. Dressed, I locked the door behind us and we got in our respective cars – his sexy black beauty and my all business gold Camry—for the trip to the townhouse. Sure enough Reno, Gage and Lance were waiting when we got there. I apologized lamely about the lack of air conditioning at the apartment and being late, but offered them beer and the use of the hot tub when they had unloaded. That perked up their spirits and they efficiently finished the job while I ran to the store for more beer. Arriving back at the townhouse, I found Derrie and the muscular moving men already in the tub. They loved Derrie’s movies and were having a great time talking about cars, jugs, and how great movie explosions were. I brought them each a beer, and then dumped the rest with ice in the cooler placing it within easy reach of the tub. When asked which movie they’d like to see they, of course, said “Down and Dirty.” Derrie smiled and winked at me—a good choice full of good memories. I went in to get the DVD and my swimsuit. The DVD was a snap to find, but my clothes were not unpacked yet and I couldn’t locate the top to my suit. Going back out to the hot tub I popped the disk in and whispered into Derrie’s ear, but he just looked up at me and pointed out that none of them had tops on either. OK, but I kept my bra on until I was under the water; the guys all whistled as I threw it up over the side. Once the movie started they were really into it. Derrie, seeing they were enjoying the show but having it practically memorized himself, turned his attention to me. He pulled me onto his lap and began fondling my breasts and kissing my neck. He was getting hard under me, and freed himself from his shorts. Untying my bikini bottom he let it fall to the floor of the tub and maneuvered until his cock was fully within my pussy. It felt so good, just sitting there, joined with the water rolling and boiling all around us. Lance, Gage and Reno were still engrossed in the film, so I leaned back on Derrie and let him go to it. My eyes closed as he bounced me on his lap; reaching down I rubbed my clit and encircled his stiff blade where it entered me. In and out, in and out he went. The rhythm and the water made me forget everything else but the perfect feeling of Derrie inside me. Soon I was coming and I gasped; soon Derrie was coming and he gasped. I arched my back and the globes of my breasts rose above the hot water. I squealed as the cooler air hit them. Then I heard clapping and whistling, but the movie wasn’t over. Sometime while we were coupling, the men had begun to watch us instead of the film. Lance and Gage were very complimentary about our technique and Reno, winking, suggested we should put that into Derrie’s next picture. It was a little embarrassing as I retrieved my bikini bottom and exited the tub. Derrie’s t-shirt was the closest piece of clothing, so I quickly pulled it over my head before turning around. By then the movie was again the center of their attention and things were getting back to normal. Before our movers left we ordered pizza and shared more beer. Derrie was going to tip them, too, but Reno turned it down. He said they’d never forget us; it had been quite a moving experience.