3 comments/ 39794 views/ 2 favorites One Week In October By: ProtagorasII Part I Bloody Golf (FM+, MM) At thirty four I reckon I have weathered not too badly, at 5ft 6inches my 34-26-35 figure is fairly well proportioned, wavy auburn hair drapes over my shoulders and I am told I am "quite pretty" by those who would offer an opinion. OK I may not make page three anymore but my husband Andy reckons I am his dream girl. Married for five years, Andy and I had been an item for three years before that – eight wonderful years in all. Apart from the fact that we are deeply in love I suppose the only other thing you need to know is about our sex life. Neither of us has ever been very experimental or kinky, that's not to say I haven't been wholly satisfied with what we have, missionary position with the lights out was usually fine. Occasionally we would dress up but it would always end the same way. I was awakened this particular Sunday morning by the familiar sound of the bells of St Tomas's summoning all the sinners to come and repent. As I glanced out of the apartment window at a bright and blustery October morning next to me I could here the Andy's slow rhythmic breathing.. Rolling slowly out of bed I smiled as I became aware of the dull post coital ache in my pussy, my nipples, still tender, instantly sprang to life. Passing the full length mirror on the wardrobe door I stopped dead in my tracks as my reflection showed me wearing my black leather basque and stockings. I looked down for confirmation that my eyes were not deceiving me and a myriad of misty sexual images careered through my brain which I knew to be part of recurring erotic dream I had having. Looking back in the mirror I was stunned to catch Andy's reflection; he was lying on top of the duvet and still fully clothed. For a moment I simply stared at the scene before me and tried to make some sense of what had transpired. Gradually I dragged some images back from the evening before – I had had too much to drink and Andy and I must have got involved in dressing up games as we did occasionally. This would be why I had had my recurring erotic dream about being gangbanged.. Of course I would never consider actually going ahead with such a thing - it was strictly fantasy. I moved quietly out into the hallway and made my way to the kitchen for some coffee. After filling the coffee machine I wandered into the lounge and was again frozen in my tracks. There on the floor were Andy's four mates – all lying in a row apparently naked under a duvet. All were asleep and clothes appeared to be scattered all around the lounge. Dave who was at the end of the row was only partially covered and was at that point sporting a partial erection. Suddenly like a hammer blow to the forehead everything fell into place and the previous evenings events crystallised in my minds eye. Images played out on a silver screen somewhere in the back of my head – images of me and these four guys fucking – MY GOD – this time my dream hadn't been a dream. I had to think – I had to get out of here and think this through. I grabbed my overcoat and slipped on a pair of shoes in the hallway, collected my handbag from the kitchen and left through the front door. Outside the skies were clear and the sun shone but the autumnal wind was gusty and chilling. As I slowly walked towards the local café I tried to put the previous days events into chronological order. Andy and four of his mates from work were leaving today for a five day golfing holiday in Portugal, in their wisdom they had decided that since we stayed closest to the airport everyone would meet here on the Saturday and stay over ready to leave for the airport at 2pm on the Sunday. Everything had gone according to plan and after everyone double checked for tickets, passports and travellers cheques and five sets of golf clubs and five cases had been stacked in our hallway we all decided an Indian carry out was in order. Naturally the cases of beer were the next thought on their minds and this was duly supplied. As the evening wore on it became obvious that the boys had already started their holiday and the alcohol was consumed at an ever increasing pace, pretty soon all of us were close to being smashed and the conversation inevitably turned to sex. Dave, Paul and Don were all in their thirties and married but Shaun was an eighteen year old apprentice and very single. According to Andy, Shaun was yet to break his duck and the lads hoped to see to that in Portugal. Soon the guys were all discussing their various sexual preferences and offering Shaun all sorts of advice on technique and what to expect. At this point Andy confessed to our occasional dressing up sessions and outlined a typical evening whereby he would choose a set of sexy underwear which was all I was allowed to wear for the whole evening unless we were going out in which case I was also allowed an overcoat. I did enjoy going out in public like that , I guess it satisfied the exhibitionist in me knowing that at any point someone may catch a glimpse of my almost naked body under my overcoat. Don then confessed to not ever having bought his wife anything like that and suggested the he may buy a special Christmas present this year. Dave asked if they could have a look at the type of thing we preferred and perhaps give him some advice on what and what not to buy, Andy readily agreed – quick to show off his good taste and man of the nineties attitude. Reluctantly I was sent through to the bedroom to gather together a couple of outfits for there viewing. I returned with a few basques , suspender belts , stockings and thongs and laid them on the coffee table. Each of them, apart from Shaun, picked up a garment and examined it closely – Dave let out a wolf whistle and threw a suspender belt at Shaun who looked about as embarrassed as an eighteen year old gets. More beer was called for but by this time the guys had drank all 48 bottles and all we had left was a bottle of gin and a bottle of whisky left over from a barbeque earlier in the year. I suggested to Andy that perhaps bed was a better option since Andy does not respond well to spirits especially after beer and besides it was 1.00am. As usual I was overruled and Andy handed the whisky to Dave "You playing barman Dave, glasses are in the cupboard next to the dishwasher" Dave took the bottle and headed for the kitchen, a few minutes later he returned to thunderous applause, six drinks, a bucket of ice and the remainder of the bottle all neatly arranged on a tray he had managed to dig up from god knows where. Fifteen minutes and two large whiskies later Andy was comatose on the sofa. Dave and Don carried him through to the bedroom and left him on the bed sound asleep. I announced that I was going to join Andy and get my beauty sleep when Don piped up that I had not yet fulfilled my promise to assist and advise on the choice of his wife's special Christmas present. One by one I then lifted each of the garments and described it in full pointing out the salient points that they should look for. Meanwhile the glasses were recharged and the drinking carried on. Some twenty minutes later and quite unexpectedly Shaun asked " Can I see you wearing one of those outfits" Suddenly the atmosphere was charged and given that the suggestion appealed to the exhibitionist in me "Sure " I said quite flippantly, much to the delight of the others. Shaun grinned inanely as I picked up the outfits and headed to the bathroom. At this point my only intention was to give the guys a little thrill before I went off to bed, so I chose the sexiest leather basque I had , it was a little black number that laced up the back and given it was only a half cup it left my nipples exposed and gave me a huge cleavage. I pulled on some stockings and clipped them into the suspender tags - wriggled into a tiny thong and set off back to the lounge. Walking down the hall I could hear excited chatter emanating from the lounge, as I walked in there was a sudden silence, no one spoke for what seemed like ten minutes but more likely ten seconds. I struck a mock catwalk pose and still no-one spoke – I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. I looked at Shaun who appeared to be holding his breath "Well – what do you think" I said His eyes wandered up and down my half naked body and finally he breathed out and squeaked "Holy Shit!!!!" All the guys fell about laughing and the ice was broken and I started parading around the room and drinking in the compliments that came raining down from the guys. "Nice Ass" "What a body " etc. Finally I sat down on the sofa between Shaun and Dave and gave Shaun a kiss on the cheek. "Seen enough" I asked tantalisingly I was beginning to really enjoy the effect I was having on Shaun and was gradually becoming more and more turned on. "Judging by that tent he has I'd say he wanted more " Don laughed. Looking down at Shaun's crotch I could see enormous bulge in his jeans – I gasped out loud at the shear size . Andy is by no means small but this thing could have made two of his. "Christ Shaun where the hell did you get that" I said Shaun turned a deep shade of red. "Come on Shaun get it out and let Stacey have a proper look – seems only fair given that she showed you what you wanted to see " Don chibed Shaun started to protest and register his unwillingness to participate, none of the guys were too impressed and really started to tease and cajole him into complying. "OK Shaun here is the deal " I started " You get it out and I ditch the thong – how's that " Now the others really put the pressure on and finally Shaun agreed. He stood up and unbuttoned the front of his jeans and slowly pulled down his zip. I stared at the huge bulge in his boxer shorts which was by now no more than six inches from my face. Further encouragement from the guys induced him to bend down and slide the boxers down, as he straightened up the biggest cock I had ever seen sprang into view. "Holy Shit " I croaked I was transfixed by ten inches of pulsing throbbing man flesh, the head was the size of a small child's fist and massive blue and purple veins ran all the way up and down the shaft. A steady dribble of clear fluid oozed from its eye and the whole thing bounced gentle back and forth to the rhythm of his heart. I could already feel my pussy reacting and my juices starting to flow. Moments passed in silence when finally "Your turn" said Dave in hoarse thick voice Unable to remove my eyes from Shaun's dick, I leaned slightly forward in the chair and slipped my now soaking thong over my bum and down off my ankles. Dave snatched them from the floor in front of me. "Jesus Stacey these are soaking!" Dave yelped " I guess you are impressed with Shaun" he laughed. Realising that I had indeed removed my thong Shaun's reaction was almost instantaneous – I watched as the damn thing swelled to what I reckoned must have been its full capacity. The skin over the head grew very tight and shiny and the flow of seminal fluid increased. I sensed Dave stand up and move towards us, half expecting to feel his hands somewhere on my body I wondered what my reaction would be. To my surprise he walked past me and moved behind Shaun, in a flash he had slipped my soaking thong over Shaun's head with the sopping crotch over his nose and mouth. Immediately there were howls of laughter from the other guys but Shaun made not attempt to remove them , still captured by his dick I watched as the first tremors of an imminent ejaculation began to strike. His scrotum tightened and the shaft momentarily relaxed, the muscles in his young firm stomach rippled and convulsed , as if in slow motion I watched the first jet of spunk travel up the shaft and shoot out the end of his dick and high over my head, what seemed like seconds later I felt it hit me between my shoulder blades and run down inside my basque - the room fell deathly silent and everyone watched as Shaun, who remained motionless and silent, succumbed to another wave of orgasmic pleasure. The second eruption wasn't quite as violent and left a trail of spunk running from the back of my head all the way down to my chin, still I was unable to move. The third and final load hit me full in the face ran down my forehead and dripped from my nose. "Holy Shit!!" said Dave Shaun's knees finally gave way and he slumped back into the sofa next to me – still unable to move I stared blankly at the far wall, I could feel his velvety spunk running down my face in torrents – my pussy had taken a life of its own and was flowing copiously onto the sofa, slowly the realisation of what had just happened dawned on me – here was I on the verge of an orgasm, virtually naked and covered in one of Andy's mates spunk and being watched by three more of his buddies while he slept in our bed. Panic set in and I tried to stand up – only to find that my legs were no longer under my control – Dave and Don caught me before I fell head long onto the floor and gently lowered me onto the coffee table. For a few seconds I just lay there staring at the ceiling. With one leg either side of the table my naked pussy was now fully exposed and continued to ooze juices, I slowly lifted my head to see Dave and Don sitting on the floor at my feet and staring into my crotch moments later Paul knelt down beside me and whispered in my ear "Stacey – do you want me to get you off" he asked. At this point I just wanted to get out of this situation and forget it had ever happened but I found myself closing my eyes and nodding in agreement. Several seconds past and nothing happened, I could here movement in the room but no-one spoke. My desperate need to come was beginning to take a grip and my pussy was screaming for relief , I reached down to touch myself but my wrist was immediately grasped and my arm set down by my side. "Please " I pleaded. Moments later a hand on each of my knees gently pushed my legs as far apart as would allow with both feet still on the floor – I moaned involuntarily as warm breath flowed over pussy, whoever was down there was teasing intolerably , another gentle puff of warmth was aimed directly at my clitty my whole pussy convulsed and I could feel the juices running down my ass – I tried to thrust my hips upwards and grind my pussy into his mouth – I was so close to coming I could no longer wait – I thrust into thin air, he had pulled away , images of Shaun's huge dick spurting a thick stream of spunk into my face flashed in and out of my head and my need to come was becoming overwhelming. "Please! Please! I need to come " I pleaded I had no sooner said the words when a tongue was gently dragged over my clitty – my pussy exploded instantly – I screamed as powerful waves of pleasure coursed through my entire body , wave after wave hit me – it seemed like I would never stop – juices were pouring from me as my pussy contracted again and again and again – I had never before come like this , I was convinced I was going to die of shear pleasure. "Holy Shit" said Don Gradually the orgasm subsided and I was once again able to breathe and my screaming died down to a low satisfied moan. As I opened my eyes I looked down between my legs to see Paul's face wearing a huge grin "I guess I don't have to ask if it was good for you " he said I glanced over at the sofa where Shaun and Dave were , Shaun's enormous dick was still rock hard and throbbing, Dave had unzipped his jeans and was busy working his fist up and down his cock – the look on his face was enough to know that he was real close to finishing. Don was similarly engage and only Paul still had his dick in his pants. As I surveyed the scene that surrounded me I knew this thing was not over by a long shot – I had just had the most amazing orgasm I had ever had and now I wanted more – much more. Part II I'm in charge. (FemDom, M+F, MM) "OK Boys STOP! " I ordered Everyone looked at me expectantly. I stood up "Here is how it is going to be! You guys are going to do me until I tell you to stop " I announced , Pointing to Dave and Don I said" So you two – put those dicks down – you are going to need them hard and there will be no waste here – Now everyone get their kit off! NOW" For a moment they all looked at each other as if unsure that they had heard what they thought they had heard "Holy Shit! " said Dave "Deal me in!" I had no idea where the words had come from or even what they meant – I just knew that they had come out of my mouth. I neither recognised nor was familiar with this woman who was about to commit adultery with four of her husbands best friends while her husband lay sleeping in the next room. Obviously this woman had taken control of the situation and I knew not what her intentions were, ALL that I knew was that I wanted to come again and again and again and........! Soon everyone was undressed and standing in front of me sporting a fine cross section of male genitalia. Dons dick was the only one uncircumcised and was about 6 inches long but fairly thick. Shauns scrotum matched his enormous dick and contained what looked like two boldly tennis balls. Dave was longer and leaner than Don and hooked in towards his stomach to the extent that it almost touched his navel. Paul was the smallest of the four but still had a very usable piece of equipment. As if on parade the four of them stood side by side , butt naked in the centre of my lounge. I walked up and down the line in inspecting the goods on display and I stopped at Paul . As I grasped his shaft in my right hand and cupped his balls in my left he moaned softly. I pumped my fist up and down his cock five or six times then let go. He was about to protest when Dave told him to shut up. I moved down the line to Dave. Dave had been wanking furiously earlier and his cock was already leaking profusely, it was obvious that he had been in the late stages when I had stopped him – looking at it I reckoned, that as soon as that was in my pussy he would come, so rather than be disappointed I grasped the shaft lent down and took the end in my mouth. After only three of four strokes a torrent of come poured into my mouth, another two strokes and another two dollops of spunk hit the back of my throat. I stood up and let go of his cock – I rolled the come around in my mouth a few times then opened my mouth and showed the others before I swallowed the lot. "There now maybe we can make some real use of that once it gets hard again" I said "It will get hard again wont it?" I demanded "Too fucking right " was the reply Next I moved on to Shaun who had already shot a massive load all over me , I am not sure if he had ever went soft but he was still sporting that huge erection that had so transfixed me earlier. I cupped his balls in my left hand as if weighing them and smiled at him as in approval. I moved down to Don who was last in line , like Dave he too had been wanking earlier and he too was dribbling from the end of his cock. I knelt down and took the whole shaft into my mouth and started to swallow, I placed both hands on his ass and pulled him towards me feeding his cock down my throat , gradually he was all the way in and his pubic bone ground into my nose. I motioned for him to fuck my mouth and after only a few strokes he shot a stream of come right down my throat and straight into my stomach. Seconds later I stood up satisfied with my accomplishments and announced that the games should begin. I told Paul to lie on the floor face up and promptly sat on his face. I wriggled around as he desperately tried to stick his tongue inside me and my sopping pussy soon had his face covered in juice, I could already feel the beginnings of another orgasm and ground my clitty into his face. "Suck my clitty for Christ's sake!" I scorned One Week In October This is a true account of what happened to my wife one weekend in October. I have always had a healthy appetite for sex and have never seen it as something dirty or forbidden. Quite the opposite, I believe more people should enjoy more sex more often. And I feel that extramarital sex can keep a relationship strong and sexually healthy. My wife Barb however, was brought up with the idea that sex was dirty and should not be enjoyed. This provincial attitude, I feel, has been paramount in stifling our sexual relationship. Things had been pretty boring in the bedroom between us. Barb and I had also been having some "other" problems and stresses in our lives. It was at this point that I started opening a dialogue with her about other men. I would ask her if she ever fantasized, if so about what or whom. Then I told her about a very well endowed friend of ours named Nick. I had seen him in the showers at the club. This guy was packing! He had a tight sexy body on a short frame, that my wife found very attractive and when she found out that he had at least an 8 inch dick. Well, suffice it to say that I could all but hear her getting wet. There were a couple of times that Nick came by the house when I was gone and one time in particular that he made a pass at her. Barb and Nick had always been a bit flirtaceous. After she told me he had made a pass at her I found myself aroused. I didn't get jealous or mad, hell, I found myself actually wishing that he had fucked her. I even imagined the two of them totally hot and sweaty as he pumped himself in and out of her, Barb's tight pussy stretching to accommodate Nick's 8 inch cock. I imagined that I could hear her breathing hard and asking him for more as she would hold on to his ass real tight. I didn't even think or care if they would have used a condom. I knew Nick was capable of giving it to her like I never had and I secretly hoped that she would experience everything he had to offer. I wanted her to feel the heat as he pumped her hard and exploded filling her full. You go girl and enjoy it!!! Oh well, this never happened. But we were off to a good start. Sometime after this, she began going into Albuquerque for the weekend. She would do this so as to get away and chill out. It was during one of these weekend visits to Albq. That she met someone. A young guy, whom she later found out, was barely 26. The rest of this story is based on details she shared with me. Some points may be left out because I was not present or she did not wish to give me all of the details. Some liberty in elaborating on the facts will be taken by me. So, Barb meets this younger guy at the bar of the hotel she was staying at. It seems that he was there with some buddies and she happened to be sitting next to him. His name is David. The way Barb put it to me was that they struck up a conversation and before they parted ways, he left her his phone number. She went into detail telling me that he was tall and appeared to have the sort of lean physic she found attractive. He was not a "looker" but he was nothing to put a bag over either. This was beginning to get interesting to me. You see Barb had never had sex with anyone other than me. I knew that after all these years she had to be curious and I wanted her to explore that curiosity. I felt that if she gained some of the sexual experience now that she should have had when we were married, that it would help us out in the bedroom. So, I was thinking about her but also about myself. It was at this point that I encouraged her to call her new friend. Make a connection and see if he wanted to "play". Surprisingly, she took up the challenge. My wife called this guy and asked him for a date. WOW! What a mind blower, I didn't think that she had it in her. I actually felt proud for her. Not to mention the fact that I was once again very aroused at the prospect that she might get laid by another guy. The week that she was to "hook-up" with him was very interesting. I felt that there was a certain excitement and anticipation in the air. We tried not to talk about it much, but it was there for both of us. "Make sure he uses a condom", I said, "and if he fucks you more than once, he has to use a new one, each time". She assured me that she would and that she would be very careful. "Do you have any doubts,"she would ask me, "are you certain that you are ok with this and it will not end our relationship"? "No doubts, its ok with me", I said. Finally, the weekend came. The plan was that since we had a birthday party to attend in Abq. we would go in separate vehicles. She would then leave from the party and I would stay longer then drive back home. That day before we left for Albuquerque, she asked me to help trim and shave her pussy. Wow, I couldn't believe that here she was preparing to get laid by this total stranger and she's asking me to help shave her. I did, and then we screwed. And we actually screwed twice, which is rare for us. It must have been due to the extra sexual energy. We arrived at the party and later that day she said that she was going to go meet David. "Where are you going to meet him?, I asked, "At his apartment", she informed me. Then she made me swear that I would not follow her to his place. I assured her that I had no intentions what so ever of interfering with her plans. As I walked her to her car, I held her hand. I could feel it tremble slightly, was she afraid? I tried to put her at ease reminding her that this was just as much my idea and that I felt it would actually do her and ultimately us some good in the bedroom. I hoped it would release her from the sexual tension that she had for so many years. We kissed and off she went! I stayed a while longer at the party then I left so that I could be home before it got dark. All that evening my mind kept wandering. What are they doing? Will she really fuck him? What if his cock is much larger than mine, and she enjoys it! What do I do if she discovers that what satisfies her is a bigger dick than mine? The evening was restless and I could sense that she was being screwed by this guy. Don't ask me how I knew, but I did. And I could also tell that she was enjoying it! Around midnight I still hadn't dozed off and I was sensing that they were at it again! I was feeling confused, I was turned on by the fact that I KNEW my wife was screwing this other guy, and I hoped he had a big dick and was giving her the best fucking she had in a long time. But I also felt a little jealous and insecure. I finally surrendered! Let the chips fall where they may and wait until Sunday for her too call home. With this I fell asleep. Sunday morning arrived and as I awoke my head was a sea of questions. I wanted to call her and make sure that she was alright, I also wanted some details! I resisted though, and a few hours later she called home and informed me that she was on her way. Her voice sounded different. What was it? I asked if she was alright and she said, "Yes". Then all she said was, "You have nothing to worry about." I told her that I was on my way to Santa Fe and that if she liked we could meet at her office and have lunch. I was certain she would be hungry. I arrived at her office a little before she did so I waited on one of the benches under a tree. When Barb got there she opened the car door and basically slid herself down to meet the ground with her feet. She then proceeded to walk towards me. That was when I really noticed! She was walking slightly bow-legged and definitely slower than usual. "My God",…quietly escaped from my mouth, she was walking like she had been fucked but good and still had his dick up inside her. Just how big and virile had this guy been? Barb hugged and kissed me and as she did I could feel she was weak. I asked if she was ok and she indicated she was exhausted and VERY sore. And that she wouldn't be able to have sex with me for at least a week while her pussy shrunk back to its original size and shape. At this point she proceeded to spill her guts about the wild night she had spent with a guy she discovered was ten years younger than her. Barb shared with me that they had gone out to a couple of night spots and then returned to his apartment. Where they proceeded to play strip poker and David began to loose. Or win as the way I see it, after all win or loose the prize that night was the intense fucking they both would share. Shortly after she had almost stripped him of all of his clothes, he excused himself by saying that he was going to get more comfortable. When he returned from the bedroom he was wearing flannel pj bottoms with what Barb refers to as a "really big tent" sticking up and out from his bottoms. Her reaction was, "Oh my gosh!" She became very aroused. He had no body hair except for the little line that young guys have from navel to pubic area and he had some tattoos, his abs were tight and his stomach flat as a board. His perfect body was about to be all over her. She excused herself to the bathroom as he got into bed and I assume donned a condom. She then climbed into bed and they proceeded to screw. It was hot and steamy; the sexual heat could be felt as beads of sweat covered their bodies. With one move he slid right in without first allowing her to adjust to his size. But she was wet and he wanted to impress by slamming it home on the first try, it hurt at first especially since she had never fucked anything this big before. David's dick reached new depths in her pussy that Barb had always longed for. I asked how big David had been and she said that he was a little less in circumference than I am but easily a full 7 and a half or 8 inches in length, as hard as a 2x4 and that it shot straight up with a slight bend toward his stomach. "We fucked like to people in heat", she said. He just kept slamming his dick into her and with each thrust his balls would make a slapping sound as he bottomed-out on her ass. David was strong and lean, and he stretched his tightly muscled body over hers. This was the kind of fuck she had hoped for. He grabbed her ass and she dug into his. Pulling him deeper into her, she wanted more! She felt hot and she was ready to cum. They tensed and held onto each other as he flooded her protected insides with his young, cum. She felt renewed. Barb had never experienced a fucking like that since we were first married. As she told me this I felt hot, I was sexually aroused by her escapade with this younger guy. I was also feeling happy for her. Then she went on to inform me of the second fuck they had for the evening, this happened around midnight, she said. Barb could have stopped right after their first fucking but, when you have been screwed by a young guy with a big boner, well, I guess you just have to get some more. Her pussy was ready to accommodate, so he slid in very easily this time. They just kept pounding each other for what seemed like an hour. She loved the way he would move her around and reposition her legs so that he could thrust deeper and she wouldn't become tired and bored. Finally, she could sense him starting to tense and their sweaty bodies gave way to their primal feelings. He filled her full for the second time that night. My wife had just been fucked four times by two different men within a 24 hour period! This was over the top! She was really trying to make up for lost time. Then she sprung the next of it on me. After last nights activity you would think that they had each had enough. But NO, this was a guy in his early twenties, what was she thinking? He woke with a huge morning hard-on and Barb lying next to him. What's a horny guy going to do? So David rolled on a condom and Barb climbed on top and slid her pussy slowly down his flag pole. As she bottomed-out on his dick she could tell that she was sore from the previous night of fucking so it was a bit uncomfortable. But this guy was hung and HOT! And ride him she did! After a while she just couldn't manage anymore. Barb had reached her breaking point. She had been fucked five times in a row and by two different cocks. She loved my style of fucking but she liked David's meat. She asked him to hurry up and cum because she was beginning to lose feeling in her cunt. He happily obliged and filled her full of his hot spunk, yet again. It's no wonder that when I saw Barb walking toward me later that day, she was bowlegged. Hell, it's a wonder she was walking at all. We had lunch and drove back home. She spent the rest of the day sleeping. Laundry had to be done so I unpacked her overnight bag and behold there was the evidence. Two days worth of undergarments both crusty and soaked with cum. In a sense I felt sorry for her stretched out pussy and then again, she could have said no at anytime. Truth be told I hope that she sees him again. Had my wife just been turned into a cock hungry nymph? I guess I would have to wait and see if she wanted to hook up with David again and if she would continue to fuck me? What if she were up to fucking both of us at the same time or maybe she might let me watch as she lets him stuff's her pussy. One Week In October At last he found the mark. His lips made a tight seal around the base of my clitty as he sucked hard creating a vacuum in his mouth, his tongue darted forward and probed under the hood. As my pussy flowed freely into his mouth I knew I was agin close to orgasm he increased the pressure on my clit and started flicking it with the very tip of his tongue. "Yes Yes Yes YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" Orgasm number two struck with the same vigour as the first, the intensity was breath taking – I felt as if my whole body had just melted into Paul's face , a river of juices flowed over his face and ran down into his ears – how he could breath I will never know. I sat there basking in the warm after glow as Paul continued to suck on my cunt and drink the juices. A few minutes later the spasms subsided and I turned to Dave, who by now was hard again , "Fuck my ass!" I demanded Still squatting over Paul's face , Dave straddled his chest and manoeuvred himself into a position to allow access to my ass. I tilted my hips slightly forward and made Paul stick his tongue up my ass to ensure there was sufficient lubrication. After a minute or two I thrust my ass in the air and told Dave to get on with it. All of this came as somewhat of a surprise since I had never even considered let alone ever had anal sex before. In one movement Dave thrust the entire head of his cock up my ass, the initial pain of my sphincter being forcibly opened was fairly intense but dissipated almost instantly. Slowly Dave pushed more and more of his cock in until I could feel his balls slap against my pussy. By this time I was on all fours and looked down between my legs, Paul had momentarily stopped lapping at my pussy and was staring at Dave's cock up my ass. Dave began stroking in and out. I had never felt as full as this before – I could not believe how wonderful the feeling was. Pretty soon Dave was fucking at full speed, I looked back at Paul who was still staring at my ass. "Lick his balls and ass " I said Paul did not even look at me, his gaze remained fixed on Dave's cock up my ass as he slowly lifted his head and began licking Dave's balls. Dave was close to getting off and the additional stimulation spurred him into faster strokes. I sensed Dave was almost there and tried to grip his cock as hard as I could , on the final stroke Dave pushed his cock as far up my ass as it would go and pulled my hips back onto himself then momentarily froze – I could feel his cock swell slightly and the waves of spasm as his cock shot great wads of spunk deep in my ass. Dave hailed the arrival of his orgasm with a loud roar and a string of "Fuck Me's" , daves cock started to go soft and he slowly withdrew and sat down on the sofa. I looked down at Paul who was now sucking on my pussy and without looking up said "Don do my pussy!" Don took up the position just vacated by Dave and immediately sunk his cock to the hilt in my soaking pussy. Still looking at Paul I told him just to watch until I told him to do otherwise. Don was already fucking hard but he wasn't getting to come until I had. As I watched Paul I could feel a trickle of spunk flowing out of my ass and as I watched I saw it run down and drip off of Don balls and onto Paul's face. Another dollop was about to drip but this time he opened his mouth and caught it. He must have suddenly became aware that I was watching him and looked up at me. "Chew on my clitty " I said " and I mean chew" He immediately did as instructed and bit gently on my clitty. Don continued fucking with more and more vigour. The beginnings of orgasm three were now being registered. "Shaun come here!" I instructed Shaun stood in front of me , his enormous cock still throbbing. I told Paul to come out from under me, I then told Shaun to take his place but facing the other way so that I had access to his cock – he shuffled under me and came face to face with Dons cock up my pussy and I could now suck on this huge pole. Experience had shown that it did not take much for Shaun to come so I took care not to make it too quick – I wanted that thing to explode at just the right moment. Meanwhile Paul stood in front of me with his dribbling hardon only inches from my face – I could tell it would not take him long either. My own climax was now well on the way, Don was pounding my pussy for all he was worth and Shaun was now chewing my clitty, not quite as effectively as Paul had been but sufficient to keep me hurtling to my next orgasm. I grasped Paul's cock in one hand and lowered my mouth over Shaun's . While sucking on Shaun's cock and bobbing my head up and down I slowly stroked Paul's cock which was now leaking a continuous stream of clear fluid. Don started moaning and warning of his imminent climax, I was almost there , the first tinglings were spreading, starting from my toes and running all the way to my head. I started to pump Paul harder and fuck Shaun faster with my mouth . Don started yelling as he deposited several loads deep in my cunt , I glanced up at Paul who now had a contorted expression on his face telling me he was ready. I stared at the end of his cock as I pumped the shaft harder and harder, suddenly he tensed and a huge dollop of spunk shot out the end of his cock and hit me full on the face , two seconds later and I was further rewarded with a second load. Spunk now dripping from my face I let go of Paul and gripped the massive shaft on Shaun and started pumping as fast as I could , within five seconds this huge beast was spitting glob after glob of spunk right into my face , I could hold out no longer on BANG! Orgasm number three struck. Of the three so far this was by far the most intense – I truly felt as if I had died and gone to heaven – wave upon wave upon wave of pleasure flowed over around and through me – I was bathed in an experience no human could endure I never wanted this to end. After what seemed like an eternity I slowly floated back to earth and opened my eyes – I was still on all fours squatting over Shaun who was still as hard as the first moment I set eyes on him. Don now sat next to Dave on the sofa and Paul lay on the floor next to me. I sat up and pushed my spunk filled pussy into Shauns face, his cock twitched and he immediately began licking and sucking at my cunt.. I turned to Paul and told him to lick my face clean which he did. I Given that Shaun was the only one left with a hardon I asked him if he wanted to get off again. He mumbled an affirmative so I turned to Paul "Get him off" I said Paul looked at me then at Don and Dave both of whom shrugged there shoulders in "why not" sort of a way. I wasn't at that point sure whether or not Shaun was aware of the dilemma Paul was facing but he certainly did not object when a hand grasped the shaft of his cock. It was obviously a first for Paul who initially treated it as if it were fragile. However he soon got accustomed to the feeling of another mans cock in his hand as he started pumping harder and harder. Don and Dave looked on curiously. "Suck it " I said This time Paul did not even hesitate as he lowered his mouth over the end of Shaun's cock, I waited until Shaun was almost coming before I stood up so he could clearly see who was sucking him, the startled look on his face clearly indicated his previous ignorance of the situation – he looked at Paul who was sucking on the end of his cock and wanking the shaft with one hand and playing with his balls with the other. He then glanced at each of the rest of us in turn looking for , I know not what but as he simply closed his eyes and lay back I can only imagine his imminent climax had taken preference over any homophobic attitude he may have had. As usual Shaun came in buckets and Paul could hardly control the damn thing as it spasmed and spat spunk into his mouth, Paul continued to suck for a few more minutes as the last few tremors ran through Shaun's body and his cock finally started to soften. Part III Comfort Break ( M+F,ws,MM) "Well done boys – you now have fifteen minutes to recover before my next three orgasms" I went off down the hall to the bathroom, I sat on the loo and had a pee an caught my reflection in the mirror behind the door. There were still traces of spunk on my face and in my hair, god damn it if Andy walked in right now!. I finished peeing and tore off some paper and as I looked down to wipe myself and I could see there was still spunk running out of my pussy and ass and running down my legs, I dropped the paper in the loo and touched my sopping pussy. My finger slid easily over my clit and inside, I massaged my labia and then went back to my clitty – it was already swollen and sensitive, my fingers crept further down and traced around my now used ass. Just then the door opened and Don walked in "Oh Sorry" he said " Just needed the loo" "Go right ahead " I replied. I shifted my position on the seat as far back as I could and indicated for him to piss between my legs , after a moments hesitation he walked over and aim his flaccid dick into the loo.I lowered both hands onto my pussy and pulled the lips as far apart as \i could , my clitty was fully exposed and throbbing. It took Don a couple of minutes to start peeing but when eventually did he knew exactly what I wanted. A steady stream of piss hit me directly on the clit, I gasped as the warm liquid ran down my pussy and splashed into the loo. The sensation was exquisite. Of course I had done this with the bath taps before but there was some thing very depraved about this, something dirty and taboo which only heightened the experience. I could feel another orgasm rising. The stream eventually slowed and then stopped "Get the others" I said "They are just outside – everyone needed." He opened the door and the three of them walked into see me furiously rubbing at my clitty and sticking three finger up my pussy.. Don quickly told them what was required and Shaun stepped forward first , a powerful jet splashed onto my belly and pubic mound before he could take proper aim, two or three seconds later my clitty was once more being bombarded by a thousand tiny beads of amber. Just as I was about to come the stream died away as quickly as it had started, Shaun jumped back and Dave stepped in , he was semi erect by now and was having difficulty aiming , eventually he hit the spot and the warm liquid ran once again. This time I continued to rub my clitty while he peed and within thirty seconds my pussy exploded into another orgasm, by the time I had recovered Dave had finished and Paul stood in front of me. He started peeing and I held out my hands and caught the stream . After a short while I leaned forward and grasped his buttocks and pulled him forward and took his dick in my mouth, Jesus I was drinking this guys piss! . We all went back to the lounge and poured some more drinks. All the guys were now semi erect except Shaun who was hard as a brick again. They all wondered, including me, what was coming next. It didn't take long to find out. "Shaun - lie on the floor" "Dave - fuck me in the ass" Shaun lay down as instructed and I squatted over his cock, I slowly lowered myself down onto his dick as it slid easily inside me when I reckoned I would not get much more in I looked down to see there was lees than half in. It took another minute or so to allow my insides to stretch and accommodate the monster now penetrating me.A couple of minutes later I nodded to Dave and he took up a position behind me. My ass ached a little from earlier but Dave took it easy and pretty soon his whole cock was fully embedded up my ass.. For a few moments we all remained perfectly still as I soaked in the wonderful feeling of being completely full of cock. Now on all fours my tits hung down over Shaun's chest and my nipples now fully erect dragged through the thick matt of course black hair. I could feel both cocks throbbing inside me and realised that of course they would be able to feel each other through the thin membrane separating them. Eventually I think Dave could stand it no longer and began to slowly pull his cock in and out of my ass., orgasm number five was on its way. I glanced across at Paul and Don and motioned them to join us on the floor. I instructed Paul to lie face up next to Shaun, with his crotch level with my face. I then instructed Don to take up the 69 position on top of Paul and give each other a blowjob, after only a moments hesitation he shrugged his shoulders and complied.. It struck me at this point that judging from their various reaction it was likely none of the guys had ever had any homosexual experiences before and here they were happily sucking each others dicks, I wondered just how far they were prepared to go. As Don and Paul greedily sucked on each other, Dave had increased the pace at which he was fucking my ass and I looked down at Shaun who remained motionless throughout and it was now apparent that he was being stimulated by Dons cock rubbing on his. I started to sway back and forward in time to Dave fucking and my nipples dragged over Shaun's chest. Once again I could feel my pussy lips and clitty swell to their fullest, a sure sign of my imminent climax.. The additional stimulation on Shaun's cock was more than he could take and his face contorted as he finally lost his virginity and emptied his balls deep inside me. The sensation of his huge prick pulsing and quivering as he came was sufficient to throw me over the edge and my orgasm exploded in my head, my pussy sent juices running down Shaun's groin and balls as my ass convulsed around Dave's cock. A few moments later I recovered and could feel Shaun's cock had not softened and Dave was now fucking my ass a full speed. I told Dave to stop, initially he protested that he was very close to coming, however after I insisted and assured him he would get off soon, he complied.. Feeling exhausted I disengaged myself from Shaun's dick and crawled over to Don and Paul. Dons ass hung in the air as his dick was buried in Paul's throat, I pushed two fingers in my pussy , scooped up some of Shaun's spunk and inserted them into Dons ass. I called over to Dave, who was now holding his dripping cock in his hand and contemplating jacking off.. "Come and fuck this" I smiled. Dave walked over as I gently inserted my fingers deeper and deeper into Dons ass, as soon as Dave had reached us I removed my fingers and Dave pushed the head of his dick against the opening of Dons ass. I told Dave to stand still and allow Don to guide the rate of entry. Slowly Don pushed back and gradually the full length of Dave's dick disappeared up Dons ass and his hard dick still buried in Paul's throat.. This left only Shaun unoccupied so I motioned to him to join us and lifted Dons mouth from Paul's dick and told Shaun to get Paul off. He immediately grasped the shaft and lowered his mouth over the end. At that I stood up and glanced at the clock, it was now 6am and I left the lounge headed for bed. I guess everyone was too busy to notice I was leaving as no one spoke, from the lounge door I turned and looked back at the scene – four naked men writhing around on my lounge floor pleasuring each other. In the bedroom Andy lay exactly where he had been left and I slipped into bed and instantly fell asleep. Part VIII A Ride On The Tube (MFF,public) The wind seemed to instantly chill me to the bone and the rain soaked my already bedraggled hair. I stood motionless looking at the entrance hallway to the building. Finally I rushed up the steps, punched in the security code and I was inside. I hesitated momentarily deciding whether or not to take the elevator, I chose the stairs – one it would further delay my having to see Andy and two even although the building was only one hundred years old the elevator looked , felt and sounded like some medieval iron torture chamber that some sinister individual had built the house around. I started to climb the stairs , eighteen steps between each floor , Andy and I had counted them when we first moved in. Fifty four steps to heaven Andy would say and they were a welcome sight after a hard day at work without seeing Andy, I knew I only had fifty four more steps till I was back in his arms. The bare stone stairs clicked at my every step and the green ceramic tiles felt cold against my hand. I stood outside apartment 3 b and stared at the door, I slipped my key into the Yale and opened the door. There was a deathly silence, I looked around the hallway, something was different, I called out to Andy but there was no reply, I rushed into the lounge, no-one, into the bedroom no-one, back to the lounge , I frantically glanced around the room for a clue as to what had happened when Andy had awoken. There on the coffee table was a folded piece of A4 paper with my name scribbled on the front. Carefully , as if it would break I unfolded the note, before I even read it I knew what was coming, he would say I had abused his trust , humiliated him and obviously the depth of his love for me was not reciprocated and that he couldn't live with that and he had gone to try to rebuild his shattered life. I read Dear Stacey Take it you had gone to Paddy's – we all slept in but should still make it to the airport. Call you later in the week All my love Andy I rushed back into the hallway the cases and the golf clubs were gone. My God he was on his way to Portugal. Guilt and shame washed over me and tears streamed down my face as I re-read the note. How could I have done this to the most wonderful man I had ever known. I ran through to our bed and threw myself down on Andy's pillow and sobbed until eventually I slept. I was wakened around 8pm by the telephone ringing in the distance; I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway only to find the ringing stop when as I was about to lift the receiver. I turned and started to walk towards the bathroom, I desperately needed to soak in a long hot fragrant bath. There was a loud beep from the answer machine and I turned to see the green light blinking in the darkness signalling a new message had been recorded, I walked back and pushed the play button, suddenly Andy's voice boomed from the single speaker on top of the machine. "Hi Honey, Just me! to let you know I have arrived safely, call you later Bye.!" He was gone as quickly as he had appeared. The tone of his voice convinced me of my earlier suspicions that he was blissfully unaware that the four men he was now sharing a holiday with had, the previous evening, not only fucked his wife but had pleasured one another. I headed back to the bathroom and turned on the taps to fill the bath, as the room filled with steam I turned to look at myself in the long mirror - Christ I looked like a two bit whore – stockings in shreds, basque splattered and stained , hair matted , what make-up I had left streaked my face like commando camouflage and dried silver trails led from my pussy all the way down the inside of each leg. I watched in the mirror as the whores eyes filled with tears and she wept at the sight of me, I felt the pain in her heart, the sorrow in her soul and the sobbing in her breast. Soon she had gone and I lay almost fully submerged in the steaming foamy hot cleansing water, powerful fragrances from the lavender bath salts gripped my olfactory senses and I was hidden from the world under a blanket of soft gentle feminine innocence. Fully an hour alter I emerged pink and clean, drying myself down and throwing on a bathrobe I wandered into the lounge. I lifted a small squat glass from the shelf above the Hi-Fi and poured myself a healthy measure of scotch from the open bottle sitting on the coffee table, The Macallan slithered down my throat like a velvet ribbon and left a warm glow where ever it travelled. I laid the whiskey down and went into the kitchen in search of my handbag , I gathered it from the worktop next to the sink and quickly opened it in search of some cigarettes, Andy did not approve of my occasional cigarette so it would be a real pleasure to enjoy without castigation. As I pulled the new packet of Rothmans from my bag I noticed something clinging to the cellophane, I pulled it free and read the logo across the top – " Paddy's Café" – I flipped it over and there was the mobile phone number I had told Kings owner to leave with Mac. Wild images of the ATM Kiosk, Paddy's Café and the courtyard played on the cinema in my head. I threw down the receipt and headed back to the lounge, I lit a cigarette with the onyx table lighter on the fireplace and inhaled the smoke deep into my lungs, I held it there for a few moments before exhaling a cloud of drifting mist. I lifted my glass and chased the nicotine down with a mouthful of alcohol. One Week In October As my eyes travelled around the room they were suddenly fixed on the thong I had been wearing last night, now abandoned on the floor beside the sofa, I smiled as I recalled the sight of Shaun with the sopping crotch covering his nose and mouth, I reached down and lifted them , they were still damp. I started to giggle at the thought of Paul licking Dons balls and finally I laughed out loud at the thought of the guys suddenly realising I was no longer in the room, I would loved to have seen their faces. My laughter surprised me , I had been safe in my misery, secure behind a wall of self loathing with no chance that my sins could bring me any further pleasures. I headed back to bed and within five minutes was again sound asleep. At 7:00am the alarm warned me that I had 1hour and thirty minutes to be behind my desk at Drachman and Sadler advertising agency. A position I had held since leaving art school some ten years previously. I enjoyed my job but today I felt less inclined to jump up and start running on the endless treadmill that life in the city brought. Today I wanted fun or excitement or just different or maybe all three. For now I threw the duvet back over my head and lay down, ten minutes later the alarm warned me that I had had a further ten minutes snoozing and that I really ought to get up now. I suddenly felt disinclined to argue any further, after all his reasoning was probably significantly more logical than mine. I dragged my sorry carcass out of bed and wandered through for coffee. With a piping hot mug of Arabica in my hand I went and sat in the lounge and switched on the TV, the familiar GMTV faces burst on to the screen. I reached over and pulled breakfast from the packet and lit it, Inhaled deeply then started coughing uncontrollably. On finishing the coffee and breakfast I quickly showered, applied my face then dressed, I had pulled a navy blue two piece from the wardrobe, a fairly short skirt and a three quarter length jacket, matched it up with a white blouse and a sparkling marquisate rose which I pinned to my lapel, checking in the mirror I was satisfied that I was looking reasonably professional and business like for the days client meetings. I slipped on some shoes, my long Burberry rain coat, threw my hand bag over my shoulder and headed to work. As I stepped out of the building the wind was again chilling and I pulled my coat tight around me, at the end of our cul-de-sac I turned left onto High Road and headed towards Wood Green tube station, as I passed The Nelson, a real ale pub Andy and I frequented, I wondered whether he was still enjoying his golf or had the guys broken the story. As I passed Dean's Laundromat I glanced in the huge plate glass window – no hunks peeling off their jeans today I thought but then there never was. Into the station I headed for the south bound platform and waited for the Heathrow Terminals tube due in three minutes according to the monitor. It was now 7:35am and the journey to Hammersmith took around 48 mins this left me 7 mins for the 20 minute walk from the station to our offices in Dane Street, late again I guess. As usual the platform was bustling, everyone trying to get to the front to ensure a seat. There was definitely and art in picking your spot, even if you were at the front you weren't guaranteed a seat unless the doors stopped directly in front of you. Normally I chose not to compete in the daily fiasco and resigned myself to standing for the whole journey. The train duly arrived and the lemmings poured onto the carriages, almost last on and I was left standing just inside the door, it was a good day since at least I could lean against the glass wall that separated the carriage sections and hold onto the upright pole that was integrated part of the separating wall , I hated when I had to reach up and hold onto to the handles dangling from the ceiling. We lurched out of the station at the sound of the guards whistle and begun trundling towards the first of twenty stations on the journey. I looked around at my fellow travellers, none seemed particularly pleased that it was Monday morning and that the day ahead my bring opportunities to rise another rung on the corporate ladder. I glanced down to my right through the glass in the wall where a middle aged, pin stripped, financial services type was peering through half moon glasses at a copy of FT, next to him a white Rastafarian student about twenty two, wearing wide weave heavy jacket obviously purchased in Oxfam's Fair-trade section, was trying to sleep. Directly to my left a couple stood facing each other and were clearly extending their early morning intimacies as they kissed and whispered and nibbled at to one another's ear. I watched them for a while and enjoyed the tenderness and affection they were showing to each other, I guessed it was a fairly new relationship. Her head was on his shoulder facing me and her straight, jet black hair shone even in the dim light of the carriage, it seemed unfair that all oriental women did not even have to try to excel in the hair department. Her eyes seemed disproportionately large for the size of her face and the liquid ebony irises were stark against the whites of her eyes , I became aware that she was returning my gaze when she smiled without lifting her head from his shoulder, devastatingly white and perfectly formed teeth sparkled at me and I smiled back, she held my gaze for longer than she should until eventually her partner interrupted and spoke in her ear. I forced my head to turn away and considered what I was feeling; she was a very beautiful young woman. I couldn't say exactly what age she was, another advantage that I thought oriental women have , they seem not to age from twelve years old until around thirty five, the down side of course is that on their thirty fifth birthday they instantly aged twenty two years to make up – or so I hoped. We pulled into Turnpike Lane station and as usual no-one disembarked, the train was almost full and people were running up and down the platform looking for spaces in any of the carriages, two or three tried to board at our door and the couple next to me were forced to squeeze over towards me, my shoulder was now pushed hard against his and my face no more than six inches from hers. Damn it! I was definitely attracted to this woman, I wanted to feel her smooth skin against mine, I wanted her lips caressing my face, I wanted her pleasure to be mine. I stared straight ahead of me at the sea of faces, it seemed to me that every race, creed and colour in the entire world was represented somewhere in this carriage. Unlike Andy I welcomed the diversity in our society, it seems to me that if Darwin's theory holds any water then our best chance for long term survival is to access the global gene pool, any lineage that becomes too incestuous will become useless: take the chiwawa for instance. My thoughts were interrupted as I caught some movement to my left out of the corner of my eye, I turned my head to see the oriental woman lift her left hand and place it on her partners shoulder, I watched as she positioned it in order that the heel of her hand was touching me. I glanced up at her face and she smiled, as if held by some invisible beam being transmitted from her forehead, I could not move. My eyes shifted from her beautiful eyes to her full lips and shinning teeth and aback again, I became aware that her hand was slowly, very slowly, moving onto my shoulder, so slowly that the movement would be imperceptible to anyone watching. Her eyes held me and dared me to object, she slowly raised her eyebrows asking me the question – I smiled. The train started to slow down as we pulled into Manor House station. As the doors opened onto the platform the jostling started up again as desperate commuters tried to force their way on board, as the oriental woman took a step to her right and now stood directly in front of me, her left hand brushed over my breasts and came to rest on my waist, with her right hand she reached up and grasped one of the plastic handles dangling from the aluminium rail attached to the roof of the carriage. Her partner was forced to move behind me and the contour of the carriage forced him to bend slightly to fit neatly between me and the external wall of the train. I looked into her eyes as she pressed her body into mine. The contours of her body slotted neatly as a jigsaw into mine, as she rested her head on my right shoulder I could feel her warm breath on my neck. Her partner was now unavoidably pressed against my back and could hardly move, she stared into my eyes as her hand travelled from my waist down and inside my raincoat, even if I had considered it I was unable to resist. As her fingers made the first electrifying contact with my naked thigh a shiver ran the full length of my spine and my legs quivered, with her finger tips she traced a line up the inside of my thigh until she was almost touching my pussy, she stopped and gently clasped my thigh with her whole hand. I could feel my labia begin to swell and my pussy start to bubble, for agonising minutes she simply held me. The motion of the train made my hips sway back and forth and I could feel her partner's body behind me. Without warning my knees bent involuntarily desperately trying to bring my pussy into contact with her hand – she smiled and a few moments later her finger nails racked over my pussy through my now wet panties, I gasped aloud and slouched forward forcing her to lean hard against me to hold me upright. My now erect nipples were being teased intolerably as they rubbed against her breasts. The train slowed once more as we approached Finsbury Park, as the commuters on the platform exchanged places with some of the passengers on board, none of the three of us made any attempt to move or make space. As we pulled out of the station she leaned over my shoulder and whispered to her partner, moments later I felt his hand inside my raincoat which was split to the waist at the back, he slowly made his way to the waistline of my panties and lowered them to just above my knees, I wriggled slightly and they fell to the floor. A voice in my ear told me to step out of them and as I looked down they were swiped away behind me, almost immediately I felt the palm of her hand cup my pussy and one finger slide easily inside me. For agonising minutes there was no movement as my pussy juice flowed into her hand, then slowly her finger moved in a circular motion tracking around the walls of my pussy and a second finger was inserted. After only a few moments she withdrew and reached down and used her moist fingers to tease and probe gently at my ass. Instinctively I pushed against her fingers and both slid in, slowly she pushed until I could feel her knuckles at the opening and she began to rotate her fingers. After only a few moments she once again withdrew and her fingers traced their way up the length of my pussy to find my clitty, by this time I was close to the edge and desperately wanted relief. A single finger tip rolled gently back and forth over my clitty , just too slowly and too lightly to ignite my orgasm, at this my whole abdomen turned to a warm gooey swirling mess as I teetered over the edge but not quite able to launch my self off into oblivion. "Tell Marcos to fuck your ass " she whispered I turned my head to the side as Marcos brought his ear close to my lips and I did as I was instructed. I felt movement behind me and his overcoat appeared at either side of my hips, obviously trying to obscure his activities. I had expected to feel his hand inside my raincoat but was surprised when the head of his rock hard dick nudged at my moist ass, gently I leaned back and he breached my sphincter. The initial pain dissipated into a warm full sensation. The tip of her finger was now exerting more pressure on my clit but was now no longer moving, the increased pressure enhanced my arousal but still was not sufficient to allow release. Gradually Marcos pushed his dick as far up my ass as he could go, I felt his rough pubic hair scratching at my stretched opening, he started to rock back and forth with the motion of the train, dipping his cock in and out of my ass. I have no idea how long this lasted as I was now totally focused on my own orgasm. "Nina" Marcos said out loud. With that he thrust deep and froze, I felt his dick swell inside me and the first spasm of the onset of his goal, Nina reacted quickly and started rubbing hard on my clitty, within five seconds my pussy exploded and shot bolts of electricity through my body and into my brain, as my eyes rolled in my head, my head flopped back and my legs gave out, the only thing supporting me was Marcos's dick up my ass. When I recovered Nina's hand was gone as had Marcos's dick – I felt empty and exhausted. The tube was slowing once more and I was shocked to see Leicester Square platform – I had completely missed seven stations including Kings Cross. I suddenly became very conscious of the other people in the carriage and glanced down to my right at Mr Half-moon-glasses and realised by the expression on his face that he knew! His mouth hung slightly open and he peered directly at me over the top of his glasses, I smiled – it seemed to snap him out of his trance and he smiled back. I glanced down at Nina whose gleaming smile had grown to consume her whole face "My turn tomorrow" she said "same train" I nodded and at that the carriage doors opened and Marcos and Nina disappeared into the crowd, our White Rastafarian also disembarked leaving a seat next to Mr Half-moon-glasses into which I quickly collapsed. As I sat down I could feel the contents of Marcos's balls start to seep from my ass, damn – no knickers "You don't happen to have any tissues do you " I asked Mr Half-moon-glasses He jumped, startled, as if surprised that I could speak and was forced to look at me, he mumbled something incoherent and started frisking himself for evidence of the tissues he knew he had. Eventually from his coat pocket he pulled an unopened packet of Handy-Andes and offered them to me, he watched intently as I opened the packet pulled out a handkerchief, lifted my buttocks slightly off the seat and pushed the hanky under my ass. As I sat down I turned and said with a smile "Enjoy the show?" "I... er .... eh .... I " "By the look of that bulge – I would say you did" I teased He looked down as the bulge in his trousers was threatening to break free and immediately thrust his newspaper into a crumpled ball on his lap. He blushed. "I don't reckon you will be able to concentrate on anything much today! " I laughed For a while I sat recovering from my newest experience and relaxed. The carriage had started to empty, and by the time we left Green Park the section in front of us had completely emptied and only a few long distance travellers headed for Heathrow were spread out behind us. "I ... eh .... I think you are right" said Mr Half-Moon lifting his newspaper and staring into his lap. "Never mind" I sniggered " Mrs Half-Moon will take care of that when you get home. As he lifted his head and looked out of the window he sighed the kind of sigh that a teenager would make when the CD his Gran promised him for birthday turned out to be Val Doonegan and not Van Halen as requested. He suddenly looked like a sad little man with a sad little life. Damn it I thought. "Unless of course I can help" It was Van Halen after all – his eyes danced and his smile broadened to a place it hadn't been in a long time. I looked round the carriage to check we could not easily be overseen and lifted my hand into his lap. He stared at my hand as I unzipped him and slipped my hands inside his trousers, moments later I had fished out a reasonable sized hardon and wrapped my fist around it. His eyes furtively glanced around the carriage obviously wary of being discovered. As I started to move my fist up and down his shaft his stare returned to my hand, he watched intently as I pumped his dick faster and faster. Soon there was a trickle of sticky clear fluid running from the end of his cock and as if to warn me of his imminent ejaculation he looked into my eyes, I smiled, the first short spurt of semen arced onto the floor at his feet, his eyes rolled around in their sockets and he held his breath deep in his lungs for fear of alerting everyone in the carriage to his moment of joy. Thirty seconds later it was all over and I was handing him back his handkerchiefs. Just then we pulled into Hammersmith and I kissed him on the cheek and jumped down onto the platform, as I looked back I saw he was staring out at me with that huge smile on his face again and he mouthed the words 'Thank You.' I smiled and disappeared up the stairwell towards the surface. Part IX Sadler's been naughty (MF,smacking) "Seventeen minutes late Ms Holden" chastised Sadler as he looked at his watch I grinned and made some pathetic excuse about the tube delays. I guess as a bosses go Benjamin Sadler was OK – typical public school and silver spoon type who had never wanted for anything in his life. A very austere and foreboding veneer meant that he had little or no need for middle class social etiquette, of which he had no knowledge anyway. Being brought up on a 200 acre country estate in Hertfordshire, sent to Harrow then on to Eaton does not lend itself to easy integration with the proletariat. That said at 63 he was undoubtedly still a very talented man and continues to win industry awards for his designs and as a founding partner he has to be at least partially credited with building a £5 million per annum business. A stalwart for punctuality I new my recent tardiness would not go unpunished. "My office twelve noon sharp Ms Holden" he barked Oh well, another lecture on the merits of good time-keeping, shows "strength of character" apparently. As I walked through reception Sharon on the front desk handed me a pile of yellow post-it notes with details of calls received that morning, a quick flick through showed nothing of major import had been missed. I took my seat in the open plan office and said good morning to our newest recruit Emma. At sixteen and six months into her employment, Emma showed zero promise of fulfilling any function any of us in the office could think of, however, it seems the company was being paid under some government scheme to find employment for school leavers from deprived backgrounds – essentially it looked like we were stuck with her for a further eighteen months. Fourteen of us were seated in the main office area, a mixture of drawing boards, desks and computer workstations. At either end of the open plan area there were four offices where the hierarchy hid behind louvre blinds masking off the glass walls, the two senior partners and two junior partners at the furthest away end and four so called middle management at the west end of the building. I sat down at my chic Perspex desk and switched on my computer, checked my inbox for new mail and set off for the coffee machine. A corridor ran down the front of the building parallel to the reception that led to the staff restrooms, in the corridor next to the photocopier a gaggle of caffeine junkies huddled around the local supplier. I joined my fellow addicts and bought a 20p hit, I acknowledged the greetings from colleagues and scuttled back to my desk to enjoy my score in private. As I sipped my stimulant my eyes wandered around the room, the workstations were set out in two concentric squares – ten on the outer square and four for the most junior staff in the centre. Our second government assisted position was filled by Daniel who seemed to spend most of his day drooling over Emma, sat side on directly in front of me. Overall there was a fair cross-section of gender, race, age and size. Draining the last drops from my paper cup I set about the days tasks, I cleared the various calls and answered the twenty or so emails which had built up over the morning. Around eleven o'clock my electronic diary reminded me I had a client presentation that afternoon at 2:00pm, deciding to go over the designs to be presented I pushed back my chair and headed for the A1 filing cabinets. As I stood, I noticed there was a higher level than usual of giggling emanating from Emma and Daniel, I looked up to see both of them smiling at me and conspiratorially whispering to each other, for the time being I thought no more of it. Back at my desk with the appropriate designs the giggling started up once again, this time as I looked up I noticed they were both staring at my crotch, my knees were slightly apart and given I had a short skirt on they were obviously tickled by my white panties. In an effort to embarrass them both and draw their attention to the fact that I was aware of their antics, I spread my legs further apart. I was surprised not to get an immediate reaction and a guilty look from them both, instead Daniels jaw almost hit the floor and Emma made a stereotypical wide eyed round mouthed surprised look. Christ I had forgotten, Marcos had run off with my panties on the train, I resisted the strong temptation to snap my legs closed and die of embarrassment. Neither had looked up at me by this time so they were unaware I had caught them, I quickly looked down into my designs and ignored the situation as I slowly closed my legs and hid my pussy from their fixed gazes. For the remainder of the morning I reviewed the presentation and prepared copies of the documentation for the client to take away. One Week In October At precisely one minute to 12:00pm my diary once again beeped at me warning me of my appointment for a dressing down with Sadler, I jumped up and immediately headed for his office. Knocking on the door, unusually there was no reply from his Nazi secretary Ms White, a typical fifty five year old maiden aunt, who guarded the inner sanctum of Sadler's lair as ferociously as Orth. Fearing the worst should I be tardy, I opened the door and stepped in, no Ms White. I checked the light above Sadler's door which glowed red indicating he was "in conference". I checked the main office and still no sight of Ms White, I walked over to Sadler's office door and raised my knuckles and was about to knock when I noticed the door slightly ajar, I hesitated and listened. I could hear two muffled voices then 'THWACK' – I jumped back from the door in surprise, I couldn't quite get a handle on the nature of the noise but for sure knew it was out of place in Sadler's office. Moments later a second 'THWACK' then a third. Slowly I crept back to the door and peered into the tiny gap. Sadler was lying over the side of his desk with his trousers at his ankles and his head turned away from the door. Ms White, wearing only black fishnet stockings, a tiny thong and high heels, stood at his side with her back to me. In her right hand she wielded a mean looking broad leather strap decorated with metal stars, in her left hand she had Sadler's dick. Confident that I would not be spotted I gently pushed the door further open and took in the view in its entirety. "We've been bad boy today – Haven't we Pinky!" said Mistress White As she pumped furiously at his full erection Ms White landed another resounding 'THWACK' on Sadler's bright red rump. "Yes Miss – very bad" whimpered Sadler Initially I could barely contain my laughter at the comical sight I was beholding, not only did Sadler look ridiculous with his flabby old ass in the air but a stocking clad Ms White beating the shit out of him and him loving it. Gradually the humour dissipated and I was mesmerised by the pleasure Sadler was obviously feeling, after another five or six gut wrenching thwacks he spilled his seed over the desk and floor at his feet. I stepped back from the door and quickly made my way back to my desk. Prior to witnessing this incident I had always considered "that-kind-of-thing" somewhat perverted and failed miserably to see where the pleasure was to be had in inflicting or receiving pain, now I wondered. Ten minutes later when everyone had left for the canteen Sadler approached my desk "Ms Holden we had an appointment I believe" "Yes Mr Sadler " I replied " I did come to your office at precisely 12:00pm but you were ...... er ... busy" I smiled "I see ... yes ...well. I ..I was simply going to remind you of your duty to the firm to be punctual . Don't let it happen again." He stuttered and disappeared back to his lair. Boy what a morning, I reflected as I made my way to the restroom, just how much excitement can a girl take. The office was deserted by now and even the local supplier had no trade, as I passed the photocopier a devilish thought jumped into my head, uncharacteristically I acted upon it without further ado. I opened the lid of the copier, jumped up onto the glass plate and pressed the "COPY" button twice. Moments later two perfect replicas of my ass and pussy shot out of the side of the machine. Retrieving them from the tray I set off down the corridor for the ladies , as I sat on the loo I stared at the copy in my hand, I had never really seen myself before and was fascinated at how ugly my pussy looked. My minds eye had given me a perfectly symmetrical tidy attractive little pussy rather than this lop sided gaping slab of uncooked meat. Heading back to my desk I lifted my raincoat from the peg and threw it over my shoulders and headed out through reception in search of a bite to eat. O'Henry's was the closest pub to the office which served bar lunches, one of those hideous Irish theme pubs where all the staff are Australian. Sitting at the table in the bay window I perused the menu knowing full well I would order the Boxty once again, this supposedly traditional Irish stew was just about the only edible item available. A young girl who looked about twelve approached the table "Can I take your order Madame?" Jesus I was getting old. Moments later she returned with my gin and tonic and assured me my meal would follow shortly. Looking around I noticed three of my male colleagues enjoying a liquid lunch at the end of the bar, one of them caught my gaze and nudged the other two, I returned their wave of acknowledgement. Judging by the extent of the grin each of them was wearing I guessed they had been speaking to Daniel, which reminded me I really ought to do something about my lack of underwear. Hurriedly finishing my meal and downing the last of my gin, I handed my credit card over at the bar then set off back to the office. It was now 1:30pm and I had only thirty minutes before my client arrived. Back in the office I started to prepare the boardroom. By the time I had setup the projector and organised the copies of the documentation around the table it was almost time. Sadler always attended key account presentations and as anticipated he breezed into the board room at exactly 2:00pm. Moments later Sharon entered followed by the three representatives of J&K Darwin Ltd one of our biggest clients. Sharon introduced them to Sadler as Mr Aitken, Ms Dawson and Ms Anderson, we all shook hands and I invited them all to take a seat. Aitken had to be in his mid fifties and smooth as they come, a St Tropez tan set off his head of well groomed silver hair, the creases in his dark pinstriped designer suit could easily have been used to slice the Sunday joint and the whole ensemble was garnished with an assortment of gold and diamond encrusted jewellery. The two bimbos on the other hand looked as if their combined ages may allow one of them to buy alcohol at the local off-licence and the garish outfits were blatantly purchased at the local flee market from some Indian trader who purchased his stock directly from his brothers sweat shop in Deli. Over the previous two weeks I had prepared a story board for a multimedia advertising campaign to promote Darwin's executive car sales arm. The presentation went well and Mr Aitken noted that his request to include beautiful young women had been tastefully implemented. Sadler was pleased and gave me a satisfied smile. The contract was ours and shooting was to begin as soon as possible – if not before, Sadler assured them that logistics would be handled tomorrow and shooting would begin on Wednesday. After the contracts were signed we were finishing up the coffee that Sharon had provided and Aitken asked that he be informed where the shoot was to take place as he wished to attend. "Would love to see you in action!" he leered With that he lent under the table and ran his hand up inside of my thigh, I am not sure who got the bigger surprise as the tips of his fingers made contact with my naked pussy. He immediately pulled back and started to rise from his seat, the two Ms's giggled which until now was their only contribution to the afternoon's proceedings. As we all shook hands once more I reassured Aitken he would have the time and location for the shoot by close of play tomorrow and Sharon lead the procession back to the main reception where his uniformed chauffeur awaited.. As Aitken was leaving the main door he called over his shoulder "By the way honey – these two will be starring in the production – no problem I hope " " But Mr Aitken I'm not sure that the production team will........" I started to protest "There will be NO problem at all Mr Aitken – bye for now" Sadler glowered at me. "Ms Holden the board room please!" Back in the board room Sadler invited me to sit in a chair he had pulled out from the table and sat facing me, knees almost touching. "Firstly Ms Holden I would like to congratulate you on your success today, you had obviously worked very hard to win Mr Aitkens new contract." He started "However I am not entirely sure I approve of some of the methods you used to win him over " he continued. "What on earth do you mean Mr Sadler – I felt I had dealt with the whole presentation very professionally " "Undoubtedly Ms Holden undoubtedly " "Then what did you disapprove of?" I asked "Well Ms Holden I could not help noticing that when Mr Aitken did this " At which point he leaned forward and emulated Aitkens earlier antics. Much to my horror I did not react, in fact quite the opposite, I encouraged it by wriggling almost imperceptibly as his fingers touched my gaping pussy. Checkmate I thought! I pushed my chair back and stood up "We've been bad boy today – Haven't we Pinky!" His eyes widened as his lower jaw bounced off the floor "I wouldn't want to have to punish you for being naughty – now would I Pinky" With that I turned and walked back to my seat without looking back – I couldnt contain myself by the time I reached my desk and made some half hearted attempt to pretend to be laughing with Emma. This will go one of two ways I thought to myself – either I will have a P45 within the hour or my own office with "Senior Designer " on the door awaits me. It was now 4:00pm and in the hour that was to follow every male member of the staff made some excuse or other to speak to Daniel and invariably it would involve crouching at the side of his desk. For a select few I did open my legs and pretend not to be aware of the eyes fixed on my pussy but in the main they remained tightly closed. AT 4:55pm my computer notified me of yet another incoming email, I swithered as to whether or not to even look at the damn thing but eventually gave succumbed. "Dear Ms Holden, In accordance with company policy, on the signing of a major contract, the account executive responsible for securing the business will dine out at a restaurant of their choice at the company's expense. Given my own close association with this particular contract, both myself and Ms White will accompany you. Please see Ms White prior to leaving this evening to finalise arrangements. Once again may I offer my congratulations. Best Regards Benjamin Sadler" No P45 then I thought to myself smiling, you dirty old rascal Sadler. As I reached Ms Whites office she was busying herself preparing to leave for the evening, she lifted her head from the last of the filing and peered over her winged spectacles. "Mr Sadler and I are expecting you at ****** on ****** street at 7:00pm this evening and I don't think a refusal would go down very well young lady" "But that doesn't leave enough time to go home and change and......" "Mr Sadler specifically asked for you to come as you are" she interrupted "Exactly as you are " she reiterated lifting her spectacles from her face. "Good for old Pinky " I quipped, turned on one heel and strutted out. What the hell was I going to do for the next two hours. On the way back to my desk Emma and Daniel were huddled whispering to one another as usual when Emma suddenly broke away and lunge over towards me "Danny and I are going down O'Henry's for a drink before we gone home " she announced "Fancy a quickie!" "I may even have a drink" I retorted My wit left Daniel giggling and Emma puzzled. Given I had no better ideas as to how to pass the next two hours I reckoned it would be entertaining if nothing else. Part X Emma needs attention (MFF) Entering O'Henry's we found the bay window table vacant and sat down, the child labourer from lunchtime quickly appeared and took our order. The three stooges were at the end of the bar again grinning and waving, it suddenly occurred to me that it was very likely that they had put Emma up to the invite, I smiled back and waved. "So – are you two fucking yet" For an eternity both of them stared at me, I stared back, as surprised by my question as they were, had I not heard it with my own ears I would never have believed it came from me, these were two junior staff members for christs sake. I broke the silence "And if not then why not" I said to no one in particular. Still no reply "Emma you really should do something for poor Daniel tonight, after all he has spent most of the day with a raging hardon" "You are still horny Daniel aren't you after spending all day gawping at my naked pussy!" At that, I slipped my hand under the table and let it rest in his lap, of course he was excited and I grasped his erection through his trousers and gave a little squeeze. I sat back in my chair "Yep – Still hard as rock." "I have to say that with all the attention you two were paying to my little old pussy it did end up rather damp" By this time both of them were scarlet and their eyes bounced from one another then to me then back at each other. "Oh! Bye the way I have a little present for you both " I reached into the inside pocket of my raincoat a pulled out the two photocopies I had made earlier. "Just in case you hadn't seen enough " I said as I handed one to each of them. As they unfolded the sheets of paper their eyes widened as they realised what they were looking at "Holy Shit!" exclaimed Daniel "I'll take that as a compliment Daniel – What about you Emma " I questioned "I ..em ..err Yeah Nice!!" " Nice in a pretty way or Nice in a sexy way or Nice in a " Id love to get my teeth in that" way " I teased "Eh... emm ...yeah – all three" For some unknown reason that particular answer coming from Emma made us all laugh and the atmosphere relaxed into a warm and friendly conspiratorial camaraderie. The next fifteen minutes or so was taken up with discussions about Emma's current boyfriend Chas and Daniel's current girlfriend Michelle, turns out Emma has been humping like a bunny for years whereas Daniel had only managed it once with his previous girlfriend about eight months ago. Much to Daniels surprise and delight I cajoled Emma into admitting that she would love to be fucked by Daniel and that it was something she had been considering for a while. Daniel on the other hand was whining on about relationships, trust and fidelity. "She doesn't want to marry you Daniel – she just wants fucked" I said as I leaned over and grasped his erection again. "You telling me you don't want to get off right now?" I mocked. "Well yeah ... but" "No buts – that's it settled then - leave this to me" Daniel slumped slightly in his chair as if resigning himself to the inevitable; Emma smiled broadly and let out a little girlish giggle. I knew neither of them had a place of their own and the flat was too far away to take them there and still be back in time for dinner, I considered the options. Outside darkness had crept into the city and the autumnal winds were beginning to gather pace, even at the height of desperation it would be a little too uncomfortable to bare ones ass out there. Rising from my seat I excused myself and headed for the ladies, I wasn't quite sure what to expect as I opened the swing door marked "leithreas na mban" White ceramic tiles, floor to ceiling, was a good start, two brushed aluminium sinks set into a marble effect unit and an illuminated wall mirror directly above and two fully enclosed toilet stalls had been set against the back wall, utilitarian but perfectly clean, this will do. Returning to the table I was stopped by Groucho, Harpo and Zeppo, I had been careful during the course of the afternoon not to allow any of these sleaze balls a peep show although all three had tried. "Daniel tells us you are going commando today – is that true? " Groucho leered Without considering an answer I grabbed Harpo's hand and thrust it palm up under my skirt and cupped my pussy, I then used two fingers to insert his index finger right inside me, pulling his hand out I thrust it in Grouch's face "Ask him " I replied My stomach churned and my legs shook as I turned and walked back to my table. What the hell was I turning into – I couldn't possibly have just done what I think I did – could I?. Approaching the table I noticed that Emma had taken my place next to Daniel and was whispering in his ear, I intentionally sat between them and broke up the party. "You two do exactly as I tell you" I started "Daniel go up and speak to the Neanderthals at the bar and tell them Emma and I have gone home, after about five minutes make your excuses and tell them you are going to the loo, then home." "Emma get your coat, you are coming with me." Emma and I left the lounge through the main door and entered the public bar next door which I knew shared the same facilities in the adjoining corridor, we immediately headed for the ladies room. Once inside I was relived to see we were alone, I removed Emma's overcoat and hung it on the coat rack and herded her into the first cubicle. Emma seemed to be being swept along in the excitement which I imagine accounted for the constant giggling; I closed the cubicle door behind us and looked at Emma. Her skin tight hipster denims looked as if they had been spray painted on and her white satin cropped top left her pierced belly button exposed, with no bra her nipples were already clearly visible and already stiffening. "OK get the jeans off!" She popped the top button and the zipper found its own way down, after a few moments wriggling she managed to peel them over her ass and down to her knees, not surprisingly she was "commando" too, given how tight the jeans were you could probably have read the label on any panties she had worn. On her feet she was wearing knee length, laced up, black suede boots with a three inch heel, clearly the jeans were not going to go over the top of these so I forced them as far down to her feet as possible. Satisfied with my efforts I took a step back and looked at her, I could see the attraction for Daniel she was a good looking girl. Her 34C breasts were ample and pert, her waist and hips were pleasingly curvaceous and her tight little ass polished off the whole picture admirably. I took a step forward and cupped her plump little clean shaven pussy in the palm of my hand, I curled my index finger and it slid easily inside her "Daniel will love This " I smiled Emma said nothing but to my surprise lifted her hand under my skirt and copied my actions. She looked into my eyes and smiled. "And This!" she replied This time we both giggled. As I left the cubicle I told her to sit down and wait for me returning. The door to the gents was on the opposite side of the corridor about twenty yards closer to the bar area but as yet there was no sign of Daniel, however he needed to pass the ladies to get to the Gents so I left the door slightly ajar watching for him passing. As Groucho and one of the others passed I could hear I was still the topic of conversation "............a good fuck up the ass ............. Bitch!" whined Groucho Moments later Daniel appeared, he was startled when I threw open the door and hauled him into the ladies. I kissed him on the cheek, took his hand and led him into the cubicle where Emma sat naked from the waist down. Poor Daniel struggled to maintain his composure and looked decidedly unsure. "Right Daniel this has to be a quickie so let's see what you've got to offer this young lady" I teased His protestations were quickly quelled as I leant forward and popped his top button and resembling a down trodden puppy he reluctantly obeyed my instructions to lower his trousers. Reservations or not, with his trousers at his knees it was impossible for him to hide the fact that he still had a raging hardon. One Week In October "Donald Duck boxers as well" I chortled This time there was more resistance, so with a single swift tug on the left leg I dropped them to his knees. Now unable to maintain eye contact his head swivelled round and round the cubicle as if somehow we couldn't see him if he didn't look at us. We were presented with a fine specimen of young manhood which rose proudly from his groin, his ample scrotum was taught and obviously screaming to expel its creamy load. I squeezed into the side of the cubicle next to Emma and pulled Daniel forward so that Emma's gaze was only inches from his cock, I placed my hand on the back of Emma's head and gently pushed forward, she opened her mouth and engulfed the pulsing head of his dick. Next I lifted her right hand and wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft and started to work her hand up and down its length. A few moments later Emma lifted her head, looked at me and was about to ask a question when a huge jet of sticky semen blasted her left cheek, initially unable to identify the source of the assault she turned and looked at Daniels dick only to blasted full on the face with another quart or two of spunk. I glanced up at Daniels to see his eyes forced tight shut and his clenched teeth bared like a frightened animal, white knuckled fists framed his young face as yet another spasm shot his cream into Emma's face, looking down at Emma I was unable to contain my laughter. The shocked look on her face was a sight to behold in its own right but add to that the man juice that was dripping from her nose and her chin and running from her forehead down over her cheeks, the whole scene looked farcical. A few moments later Emma released her grip on Daniels softening cock and she too saw the funny side and started giggling, as we both looked up at Daniel the sheepish look he was wearing only fuelled the hilarity and he too joined in the laughter. Within a few minutes we had all managed to compose ourselves and Emma had grabbed a wad of toilet paper and cleaned herself up. A moments awkward silence was the signal for the proceedings to continue and I pulled Emma far enough forward on the seat to allow easy access to her pussy. I opened her legs as wide as her restricted movement would allow and looked up at Daniel, Emma gasped as I inserted two fingers deep into her wet pussy and my thumb found her pleasure button, I stroked in and out a few times and as I withdrew Emma exhaled what seemed like considerably more breath than she could have inhaled. Straightening up I ran my sticky fingers around Daniel's lips and pushed them between his teeth and stroked his tongue "Now Daniel I think it is only fair that you return the favour" I contested With that I placed one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees. He needed no further encouragement, instantly his face found the target and he was furiously lapping at her slick pussy. Had she been akin to Daniel it would all have been over in under a minute, fortunately that was not the case. With her head thrown back Emma's face muscles slackened as she succumbed to the primeval pleasure being offered to her, instinctively her hips thrust her pussy harder into Daniels attentions and I imagined her skin begin to tingle. As I watched her being driven further and further along the road to ecstasy she slowly opened her eyes and smiled up at me, the aura of peacefulness and contentment that surrounded this beautiful young woman made her look almost angelic, I recognised the feeling of bliss as your very soul swims towards the ultimate gratification. I smiled down at her and in a way envied the voyage of discovery she would chart over the coming years (until eventually her journey would lead her to her soul mate with whom she could eternally share the beauty of human union, she too would find her Andy). I snapped out of my daydreaming by the increased volume of the whimpering coming from Emma, I looked down to see Daniel now lapping directly at her clitty while stroking three fingers in and out of her pussy, still gazing up at me Emma had leaned back on one arm and was thrusting against every inward stroke of Daniel's fingers. Without warning her free hand slid up my skirt and found my soaking pussy, her fingers slid easily over my dampness. She explored the moist velvety folds of my lips with her finger tips running them round and round, as she brushed against my engorged clitty a bolt of high voltage electric current raced down my spine and out of my toes. The very tip of a slippery finger nudged at my sensitised anus before entering only a few centimetres. Her whimpering had turned to guttural groans and squawks and I realised what she was doing to me was entirely for her own pleasure and that my needs would have to wait. For agonising seconds Emma had gripped Daniels head tightly between her thighs, with a fistful of hair in either hand she was fucking his face, thrusting hard against him, finally her climax was upon her, devouring her spasm wracked body and consuming her consciousness, oblivious to her surroundings she screamed her ecstasy and welcomed in her ultimate gratification. When the after shocks had subsided Emma relaxed and slumped back against the wall releasing Daniel from her vice like grip, he filled his lungs to capacity with a long drawn out inhalation, an ever broadening grin spread rapidly over his face. The residue of Emma's satisfaction dripped freely from his chin "Holy Shit" muttered Emma "That's never happened before" It turned out that while Emma had indeed been sexually active for a number of years she had never had anyone eat her pussy let alone experience an orgasm through someone else's efforts. As Emma wallowed in the warm post orgasmic glow, I glanced down at Daniel and noticed his erection had re-appeared. "Looks like Daniel is ready to go again" I commented Taking Emma by the elbow I managed to manoeuvre her into a standing position and turned her around to face the back wall, bending over she was able to support herself with her hands on the toilet seat. Stretching the jeans wrapped around her ankles there was just sufficient leeway to allow on foot either side of the base of the toilet. Turning to Daniel, who was ********** "I don't think you guys need me anymore" Part XI Opportunity not to be missed (MF,fetish) Back in the corridor I turned right and headed towards the bar area, a Macallans would go down a treat right now I thought. I ordered my drink from an Alf Garnett look-alike whose bright red, blue veined nose made me wonder if the bar had ever made any profit. I glanced up at the old wall clock above the bar 6:15pm the hands announced, plenty of time given that the restaurant was only a ten minute cab ride from here. When my drink arrived I devoured half in a single swallow, the familiar warm velvety feeling offered me hugs and security, it tasted of Andy. As I sipped the remainder of my drink I glanced around the room at "the usual suspects" who frequented the bars in this area at this time, a mixture of tradesmen finishing their shift and the employmentally challenged who spent most of the day there but only bought their own drinks on giro day. As I drained the final drops from my glass I checked the time once again 6:05pm. I checked again 6:05pm, staring at the clock didn't seem to explain the discrepancy. "Is that the correct time " I asked Alf Looking up at the clock he announced " Five to Seven love" "Its one of them clocks that goes backwards love" he smiled " Good aint'it" He strolled off chuckling to himself as he had done a thousand times before to strangers who had deemed to enter the sanctity of his kingdom. "Fuck – I've blown it!" came tumbling from my mouth. I threw the glass on the bar and hurriedly made my way back to the Ladies , just as I turned into the corridor I heard Groucho approaching from the other direction – not yet in view but very close. Unable to quickly think of a reasonable explanation for my presence after he had witnessed me leaving earlier , I jumped into the first available doorway and let the door swing closed behind me, I I held my breath and listened at the door, he was still approaching, I looked around for an alternative hiding place "Jesus H Christ!" I was in the Gents. I dove into the first available cubicle and sat down just as the main door swung open. Groucho entered whining about something to someone, they both relieved themselves at the long aluminium urinal along the side wall and continued to chatter. Unlike the Ladies Room the walls were covered in graffiti and the heavy toxic aroma of urine was almost unbearable. Outside taps were turned on, paper towels pulled from the dispenser and the eventually the main door swung open and closed again. I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to leave when the handle to my cubicle rattled. "Sorry Mate" said the voice It was Groucho, he hadn't left at the same time as his whinging buddy. The door to the cubicle next to me rattled open, he entered and snapped the lock closed. I listened as clothing was undone and he sat down. Not relishing the thought of being in close proximity when the Neanderthal performed his necessary functions, I sat absolutely still and tried to conjure up pleasing images in my minds eye. Suddenly my peripheral vision picked up movement, I turned to see a wad of tissue wriggling in a hole about three inches in diameter in the wall between the cubicles, I watched fascinated as moments later it fell to the floor. A plumb stubby nicotine stained finger appeared through the hole "Hey Buddy" said the voice The intonation indicated no answer was required and that the owner of the voice was merely attracting my attention, as suddenly as it had appeared the finger disappeared and was replaced with a rolled up twenty pound note. It too fell to the floor, confused and curious I stared at the note, I looked back at the hole as a semi erect circumcised penis made its way to my side of the wall. The penny dropped, Groucho was paying to get off, I could hardly contain myself, eventually I had to cover my mouth and nose with both hands to stop my amusement being detected. This was too good an opportunity to miss, suddenly I had an idea and snapped up the banknote from the floor, rummaging in the inside pocket of my raincoat I dug out a pen and wrote "Sucked or Fucked?". With the palm of my hand I gently eased his dick back through the hole and slipped the banknote ba through. I listened as he fumbled around and a few moments later the banknote re-appeared. I unrolled it to see "Sucked" had been written on the opposite side from my question. Stuffing the banknote into my pocket I lent forward and sucked the head of his dick into my mouth. As his erection fully developed I was able to grasp the shaft in my left hand and started to work it up and down, muffled groans emanated from next door. Hoping to get this over and done with as quickly as possible I increased the pace as soon as he was fully erect. Soon the groaning grew louder and the first traces of moisture oozed from the end of his dick. Just then the main door opened and someone entered, Groucho fell silent but I upped the pace and sucked more vigorously at the head. Taken by surprise, the first jet of seed blasted the back of my throat, I immediately pulled back out of the way but continued wanking , the second lot oozed out of the end and ran down my fingers to drip onto the floor. Already he was softening and pulling himself back through the hole. I released him, stood up and spat in the toilet – this was business not pleasure – I cleaned up with some tissue and sat down waiting for him to leave. Once he had recovered and arranged his clothing I heard his door unlock then the swing door open as he left, I breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, unlocked the door and step out of the cubicle. "You better not be stealing my tricks honey – this is my pub" I was immediately confronted with one of the least convincing transvestites I had ever seen, his shoulder length silvery white nylon wig framed his jet black African features, as he spoke his nostrils flared and his foul breath clambered over my nose and mouth leaving me almost giddy. "I got me an appointment at seven – you best not have stole it – I would have to cut you bitch " it squawked "No such luck sweetheart – ain't made a penny all day" I replied "You take care now!" I added as I pushed past and left. Fortunately the corridor was empty and I headed towards the ladies, even before I opened the door I could hear Emma in the throes of another orgasm. When I entered I was alarmed to see a middle aged woman wearing a camel overcoat and a headscarf wrapped around her grey hair, standing outside Emma's cubicle staring at the door. She hadn't heard me enter and jumped when I tapped her on the shoulder. The startled, guilty look on her face quickly changed to a smile as she nodded towards the cubicle door and lifted a finger to her lips signing me to be quite and listen. As Emma's squeals diminished there was a roar from Daniel as he obviously made it over the edge. "Lucky bitch" the woman smiled and disappeared back out into the corridor. Allowing them a few moments to recover I then knocked on the door "Its me Daniel – open the door" With a click the lock was opened and the door swung open, Daniel still had his dick firmly planted in Emma's pussy and was panting heavily. I closed the door behind me and turned to Emma. "How you doing sweetheart – Daniel taking care of you?" "Christ Stacey – he's come twice since you left and he's still hard" she exclaimed Daniel smiled and nodded in agreement. I pulled him back from Emma and sure enough his hard cock slurped and popped out of Emma's pussy. I turned him around to face me and put one hand on his shoulder and pushed him down to sit on the floor, I indicated for him to shuffle back until his back was against the toilet. Meanwhile Emma remained where she was, her naked ass and gaping pussy in full view, I placed my hand under Daniels chin and tilted his head back to rest on top of the toilet seat leaving him staring directly into Emma's spunk filled pussy. "You made the mess – You clean it up" I ordered With that I pressed down on Emma's back and she lowered her pussy onto his face. It was apparent that Daniel was partial to a little munching as he attacked it with the same vigour as before. Meanwhile I knelt down and took his hard dick in my right hand and started working it up and down. Contented moans from Emma confirmed she approved of my latest move as Daniel slurped and lapped like a puppy. As I watched my hand work his still hard dick I thought about Daniels situation, he had only ever had sex once and that was eight months ago and today he had managed to come three times in the space of an hour and was fast approaching another one. A few minutes later his stomach and thighs were twitching as he groaned into Emma's sloppy pussy, when he did come unsurprisingly he only managed a few dribbles of ejaculate, I guess he was running on empty. Once we had all cleaned up we left via the bar, I glanced up at the clock 5:30pm the hands lied – I was already 30 minutes late. Alf offered an insincere farewell as we stepped out into the blustery evening and I hailed a cab from the taxi rank across the road. As he swung around Daniel informed me that he and Emma were heading to another pub to talk and they would see me in the morning, as I kissed his cheek goodnight he whispered in my ear "Thanks Stacey" I hugged Emma and jumped into the back of the cab. After giving the driver the address I sat back and wondered how I was going to handle the rest of the evening, quite apart from the fact that I was now as horny as a nun in a cucumber patch, I knew that "Pinky" would be furious at my tardiness. Part XII Pinky's Club (MF, public) We pulled up outside the restaurant and the driver checked the meter and turned to me "That'll be £8.50 love" As I rummaged around in my handbag I suddenly realised that I had not made it to an ATM, whats more I hadn't paid for Alf's drink, cheers Alf that one is on you. I looked up at the driver with the cutest little girl expression I could muster; the "Shit not another one" look on his face told me he knew what was coming next. "Keep the meter running – I'm only going to be ten minutes then I need to get back to ******" I stuttered Offering him my credit card "Here hang on to this till I get back" His face relaxed and he nodded, I had counted on the £40 run across town be sufficient incentive for him to stay, fortunately I was right. I jumped out of the cab and approached the smoked glass doors of Nick's. A uniformed doorman swung open the doors and ushered me to the Maitre'd station. "Good evening Madame – you have a reservation?" he asked politely "I am with the Sadler party " I informed him "Ah yes – this way please" I followed as he moved off into the main restaurant, judging by the décor the designer had visited Terrance Conan's place in Soho before he had taken the commission for this place. Minimalist adequately described the surroundings, all part of the current trend to leave plush comfortable surroundings to the masses and get the advantaged back to stone floors and wooden seats. Oh well that's progress I mused. As we approached Sadler's table it was obvious that they were just finishing the main course, to my surprise there were already five seated at the table and one vacant chair. "Mr Sadler sir - the last of your party has arrived". Announced the Maitre'd as pulled my seat out from under the table. I sat down and awaited my lecture. "Glad you could join us Mistress Holden" said Sadler "May I introduce my other guests" I glanced around the table waiting for him to begin, after a few seconds of silence I turned back and looked quizzically at Sadler. "May I?" he repeated Now I was really confused, no lecture on tardiness - Mistress Holden – asking permission to speak – Like a bolt of lightning it struck me. "Oh do get on with it Pinky" I ordered. The gamble paid off. "Very well Mistress" he started " You know Mistress Angela of course, to her left is Mistress Ami and next to you Mistress Elizabeth and on your right Master Dean" Goddamnit this was freaky. "Excellent Pinky Now! champagne and some oysters for me I am famished " As Sadler instructed the waiter, who had since appeared, I glanced at each of my dinner companions in turn. Mistress Angela aka Ms White had certainly "scrubbed up not bad" as they say. She was appropriately attired in a long black velvet dress which was cinched around the waistline giving her a full hour glass figure, with her hair up and pinned with black velvet diamond studded clasps she looked quite stunning, particularly since she had ditched the winged spectacles. Mistress Ami was no more than twenty one I guessed. No mistaking her main attraction – a 36 EE bust which was wrestling with her low cut black taffeta gown and by the look of things the bust was winning and would be free any minute now. Her long blonde hair was in stark contrast to the pillar box red lips and nails, despite her lack of sophistication she was very pretty. The middle aged Mistress Elizabeth was an entirely different kettle of fish, she oozed wealth and sophistication, her black sleeveless gown was of heavily embroidered raw silk, the black embroidery on the bodice depicted the silhouette of a prize steeplechaser with rider following the hounds over a boundary fence. Streams of blue white light bounced off the diamond choker around her neck and matching bracelet around her slim wrist. Her posture, poise and air of self confidence were definitely a product of Switzerland and old money. Master Dean was around my age but with the complexion of an 18 year old. Steely blue eyes crouched under jet black eyebrows and slicked back hair; he was a handsome rugby playing type who looked decidedly uncomfortable in a dinner jacket.