****** Where It All Began by Mick Bloom ******
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Where It All Began


This story is copyrighted and may not be posted anywhere without my express
permission. Our relationship had started out with some difficulties. She wanted
a steady boyfriend and I happened to be engaged to be somebody else. No, wait a
minute. I guess it isn't fair to say that she only wanted a boyfriend. She did
want one; she just wanted it to be me.

Of course, I was flattered by the attention. She flirted with me endlessly even
while knowing about my involvement with somebody else. Hey, as she would later
tell me, it's a tough world out there. If she could take me away from somebody
else, that was their tough luck.

We were both working in a large restaurant. I was a cook and she was a waitress
and we both worked the lunch shift. At some point, our mutual flirtation led to
a couple of stolen kisses whenever we happened to find ourselves somewhere
alone. It didn't matter if it was one of the large walk-in coolers, the staff
break room or the restaurant's coatroom, if we "bumped" into each other there
would be a quick kiss and maybe a pinch of my ass. (I told you she was a
flirt.)

Finally, the flirtation became less a game than a challenge of who was willing
to do what. If I kissed her, then she grabbed the back of my neck and stuck her
tongue in my mouth. If she pinched my ass, then I gently grabbed her breast
(naturally through her shirt.) One day I knew that my fiance would be out of
town and I suggested that we get together. She looked straight at me and with
an absolutely determined voice said „Okay, then call me tomorrow and I'll come
over to your place." We both knew what that meant. She had thrown down the
gauntlet. What had been a slowly progressing but still playful flirtation would
be put to the test. She knew if I called that we wouldn't stop with just a
little kiss and a copped feel. I knew it too.

Of course I called her. It was a Saturday afternoon. Since the restaurant was
in a large office building which was only filled with workers on week days we
got all of our weekends off, not too bad for restaurant hacks. Anyway, it was
about three o'clock when I called, she answered the phone and acted completely
unsurprised at who it was. "Hey, do you still feel like getting together?" I
asked.

"I said I did yesterday. Did you think I had changed my mind?" she replied.
"I'll be there in about an hour."

I spent the time getting my apartment cleaned up. Fortunately it was rather
small so by the time she rang the buzzer I had finished cleaning and had even
opened a bottle of wine. She came into the living room and put her bag down on
the chair and immediately came up to me, pulled me close and gave me a kiss
that was more than all of our stolen work kisses put together. Her tongue went
into my mouth, first playfully darting around the tip of mine and then she put
it so far down my throat that I probably could have swallowed it. When we came
up for air, I told her to sit down on the couch and I would get us some wine.
In two seconds I was back in the living room with the glasses which I put on
the table before sitting down next to her. Before even taking one sip she was
in my arms again, and I in hers, and once again our tongues were exploring each
others mouths. She broke the kiss, but only to move her face around to suck on
my ears and to softly bite my neck. She also took my right hand and put it onto
her left breast. "You are right-handed, aren't you?" she asked. This time I
could feel her small nipple tightening. She wasn't wearing the bra she always
had to wear at work. Again she locked her mouth on mine and again her tongue
filled it with it's warmth and it's wet fullness. We kissed like this for some
time and then she ran her hand up under my t-shirt and began stroking my chest,
paying special attention to my nipples. While no match for her own, they got
hard as well, and then she took my hand, still on her breast and moved it up
under her shirt. Her tits aren't very large, but are extremely firm and her
dime-sized nipples are absolutely perfect. I gave a small involuntary growl
from the back of my throat when I felt that rubbery button between my thumb and
finger.

"That feels great" I said.

Without missing a beat she said "Well, you ought to see what it tastes like."
Further instruction I did not need. I lifted her shirt in a motion which she
continued by raising her arms and taking it off completely. I bent down to take
her nipple in my mouth and it was her turn to whimper in ecstasy. While I
continued licking, kissing and lightly biting her breasts and her nipples, she
moved her hand down to where my cock seemed to be trying to grow it's way out
of my pants. She stroked it through my jeans and said "That feels good too."
After rubbing me for a few seconds she began to open my jeans. She worked
quickly and efficiently and in no time had my cock in her hands. "Look at that"
she whispered as if to herself, and when I sat back to see what she meant, she
put one hand on my chest forcing me to sit further back, and dropped down to
take my hard cock in her mouth. In one smooth motion she had her lips all the
way to the base and my balls in her right hand. She gave them a gentle squeeze
and as she withdrew her mouth to the top, her hand following right along. She
kept moving forward and back, or rather up and down, her mouth taking all of my
cock and then pulling back again while her hand took its place. The motion
quickened and soon she was jerking me off with both her lips and her hand and
in a very short time she had me ready to come. I struggled to hold off, but her
expert touch left me beyond control.

"You're gonna make me come," I rasped, and instead of slowing down or taking
her mouth off of me she tightened her grip and increased her speed. She wanted
me to come. She wanted to eat my jism. There was nothing I could do, nothing
more I wanted to do and like a fluid explosion, I came in her mouth. It was one
of those orgasms that seems to be pulled from inside you and I could hear her
swallowing. I could hear her swallowing and I could see in her closed eyes and
tight grip that she wanted every drop of my sperm. She held me in her mouth,
her eyes closed, her tongue softly pulsating on my softening cock. Slowly,
slowly she let my cock fall from her mouth and she kissed her way up my
stomach. Her hand held me though, and it was the hand of a waitress. Strong and
with veins you could see, she kept her finger nails short and unpainted. Her
arms too told of long shifts carrying heavy trays of food. The muscles were
defined and taut.

As I lay back, still breathing hard and recovering from that incredible blow
job, she worked herself up from her kneeling position and stood up in front of
me. Wearing now just her tight, short black skirt (she had somehow kicked off
her shoes) she looked at me as if deciding what next to do. She swayed slightly
as she stood and when I started to ask if she was okay she quickly put her
finger to her mouth and said "Shh, don't say anything. I'm thinking about
something." She looked boldly at me, her eyes lingering on my cock, and her
hand drifted up her flat stomach to slightly pinch first one nipple and then
the other. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, and then with a start she asked me
"How many times can you come in one day?"

"I don't know" I said, "should we keep count?"

"No, I was just, uh, I dunno, trying to figure out what I wanted you to do..."

Leaving it at that, she sank back down onto the couch, back into my arms, and
placed her mouth heavily upon mine. "Put your tongue in my mouth" she
whispered. I did as she asked and she began sucking on it just as she had my
cock not five minutes before. I felt her shift around and became aware that she
had buried her fingers in her cunt: she was wearing nothing under that skirt.
While continuing to kiss me she made small moaning sounds and I could feel her
arm moving faster than before. All of a sudden she stopped moving, stopped
kissing and brought her fingers up to my mouth. I could smell her scent, and
when she put her first two fingers in my mouth could taste it as well. "How do
I taste?" she asked.

"Mmmmm," was all I could say. My mouth was full of her fingers and I wasn't
about to let them go until I had sucked all of her juices off of them.

"There's more where that came from," she said with a smirk, and she pulled her
skirt up around her waist and spread her thighs apart. It was the first time I
could really see her cunt. Her lips were red and puffy from her rubbing them.
She had very little pubic hair, so I could see everything. Her little pink clit
stood out, inviting to be sucked and nibbled. I reached down to stroke her.
First her thighs, smooth skin covering hard muscle. I ran my hand down the
inside of one before beginning again with the other. They were like marble, but
with a warm silky covering. After rubbing the insides of both thighs I allowed
my fingers to brush across her cunt lips for the first time. She made a small
quiet sound, closed her eyes, and leaned back, still holding her skirt bunched
at the waist. Her cunt was warm, warmer than her legs, but while her legs were
smooth skin covering taut muscle, this was different. Her cunt lips were rough
but soft. They were also wet, her juices covered her cunt, and as I saw the
wetness and my mouth watered to taste it, I moved down to place my head between
her legs. The warmth of her juices filled my mouth as I placed my open lips on
her cunt. I started by kissing the lips of her sex as I would kiss her mouth,
letting my tongue explore first the lips and then the inside. She tasted both
salty and sweet; her cunt was swimming in her liquid and I drank of it as fast
as I could. She was breathing faster now, but managed to say, "I always...umm
get really...umm... wet. Fuck,... that feels good, ummmmmm." I kept licking,
her cunt kept dripping. I pulled my tongue away and a string of her fluids
stretched from my mouth to her cunt lips.

"Jesus, this is incredible," I thought and I couldn't get enough of this juice.
I began to concentrate on her clit, and as my tongue made contact her legs
began quivering and finally they clamped themselves around my head.

"Oh shit, ohhhh, god don't stop," she said through clenched teeth. I wasn't
about to stop. I wanted her to come. I wanted her to come and I wanted her to
flood my mouth with her fluids, just as I had flooded hers with mine. Her legs
squeezed me even tighter and with one hand on the back of my head she pushed my
mouth that much harder onto her flooding cunt. With her other hand she grabbed
one of mine from where it was unconsciously holding her ass and guided my
fingers toward her asshole.

"Put your finger in me," she said and she pushed my forefinger right into her
tight and warm anus. As soon as my first knuckle went past her sphincter she
came. From one side she pushed my head into her cunt and from the other she
pushed my finger into her ass, her legs squeezed my head, and through gritted
teeth she muttered, "oh shit, oh fuck, ohhhhhhhhhhh." When her legs stopped
shaking, and stopped holding onto my head she reached down and pulled me up so
that our faces were even. She kissed me deeply once again, her tongue pushing
its way into my mouth. She licked my lips, she licked my whole chin clean of
her cunt juice. "Goddamn," was all she said.

She kissed me once more deeply and leaned back on the couch, taking a deep
breath. She reached for her wine glass, looked back at me and gave me one of
those smiles that was at once innocent and knowing. "I've been thinking about
doing that for a long time," she said.

"Not as long as I have," I replied.

"What's that supposed to mean" she laughed, and I told her about how I came
into the back of the room on the day of the first meeting of the new workers.
We had started our jobs at the same time, and of course I was late to the
meeting where a handful of new employees were to get some paperwork and discuss
the company's policy, among other items of no interest to anyone. They were
especially of no interest to me when I saw this absolutely intriguing woman ask
a question. I went on to tell her that I was at once taken with her voice: it
seemed to indicate an intelligence and a wit combined with a deadly cynicism
that I found very alluring, and also with her ass, which at the time was
filling out a pair of jeans rather nicely. She looked at me now with that same
crooked, halfway cynical smile

"So you liked my voice and my ass," she smirked.

"At first that was all I liked, and then you turned around enough and I could
see your face. See, I had already undressed you mentally and had my way with
you before you even saw me," I finished.

"Okay, so you've been having this long, unfulfilled fantasy about me."

"You could say that." She was against my side, my arm around her back and her
head resting on the front of my shoulder. With one hand she was playing lightly
with my nipples, but soon her hand rubbed flat against my stomach on its was
down to my crotch, where it circled, and slightly stroked my semi-soft cock.

"I've been having fantasies too," she said, "and I've just lived out one of
them." She looked up at me and said, "I thought about you coming in my mouth."
With her stroking, and her talking, my cock started to get hard again, and she
started stroking more emphatically. "I wanted to taste you."

"Well," I said, breathing a little bit harder, "now that you've lived it out
does that mean you're not interested in doing it again?"

"Doesn't matter," she replied. "If we go after every one of my fantasies we'll
have to live to be a hundred anyway." By now her stroking had me less
interested in talking. I moved a hand to her chest and circled my fingers
around her nipples. They instantly stood up like two little rubber points. I
gently pushed her back on the couch and lowered my head to her chest. I kissed
first the smooth skin of her breasts and finally steered my mouth around where
I could catch one of her hard nipples between my lips. I squeezed it first
between my lips, and then sucked it into my mouth and tasted it with my tongue.
I kept this up for a few minutes and then pushed me back and stood up, still
holding my now hard cock in her left hand.

"Let's go to the bedroom," she said and she literally pulled me up by my cock.
As if leading me by my prick, she went into the bedroom, sat me down on the
edge of the bed and only then did she let go. She stood up and lowered her
skirt, stepping out of it quickly. We were both now nude, and I saw her
completely for the first time.

"God, you're really beautiful," I said. She was built like a gymnast, lean and
lithe but with slightly bigger tits. She knelt down in front of me at this
point, took my cock in both hands and lowered her mouth once again to suck it
to its fullest hardness. It didn't take long. I could see the muscles in her
back as she worked her head on my cock. Soon, very soon, she had me as hard as
I had ever been, and she raised her head off of me, and stood up.

"I want you to come inside me," she said. She crawled up on the bed, and I
crawled up next to her, so that our faces were even. I gave her a deep kiss and
let my hand snake its way down to her cunt. As soon as she felt it, her legs
opened, my fingers found her opening, and I could feel that her juices had run
out enough to moisten even the tops of her thighs. Her few seconds of sucking
on me had had the same effect on her as it had on me. She rolled on her back,
pulling my head with hers, and with her legs open as wide as they could be she
whispered, "make love to me, make love to me." I moved on top of her and as I
started to put my cock in her she kept whispering "I want you to fuck me, fuck
me." My cock slid into her without much difficulty. Her cunt was so wet, wetter
than any I'd ever seen. I plunged into her, she pulled me down tightly and
worked her hands down to grip my ass. I thrust again and again and her hands
gripped tighter, almost controlling my movements. Even though I had just come,
not fifteen minutes before, I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm starting
to build. She was still talking, though saying only "fuck me, fuck me, fuck,
fuck fuckfuck......" I could feel one of her hands working its way to the crack
of my ass, and when one of her fingers began burrowing into my asshole, she
said "come in me, come inside me." I couldn't hold back any longer, and
thrusting faster and faster, began to flood her cunt with my come. "Oh, God,
unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...." It was like an explosion of wet heat. I couldn't tell
where I began and she ended. I kept thrusting, her hands kept gripping me and
then she was coming too. "Ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk," she
said, her legs wrapped around mine and she clamped down. She was biting her
lower lip, groaning from somewhere within, and then finally we were still. I
was still deep inside her and her hands on my ass held me in place, but we were
still, except for the heaving of our chests.

As she began to relax, she ran her hands up my back and brought them to my
face, which she held in front of hers while giving me another one of her deep
tongue kisses. Still breathing hard she stopped kissing long enough to say "I'm
sorry that was so fast. I wanted to feel you inside me."

"I was about to say the same thing" I responded. "You got me so horny I just
couldn't stop." She held on to me and kissed me again, our tongues playing
little games. After a few minutes of this she rolled me off her, she leaned up
on one elbow.

"I think you forgot the wine in the other room."

"I thought you were going to get it," I joked back.

She reached down to my cock and said, "Yeah, but my hands were full."

"I'll get it for you, my dear," I laughed, and then I got up, went to the
living room and returned carrying the two still full glasses.

"Stay there for a minute," she said, and I stood in the door. She stared at me
her eyes going over my body and finally focusing on my now soft prick hanging
between my legs. "Hey, that looks different from the last time you came in
here."

I answered as I walked to the bed, "Yeah, well the last time I came in here I
came in there" nodding toward her cunt.

I got back on the bed next to her and handed her the wine. We both moved to a
sitting position, me with my back against the headboard, she next to me, cross-
legged. Of course sitting that way her cunt was wide open for me to see and
when she noticed me staring she wiggled her legs a bit. As she did this, the
movement opened her cunt lips slightly, and a combination of our juices ran
out. When she felt this she looked down and said "uh-oh, I think I'm getting
your sheets wet."

"Not a problem," I said back. As we sipped our wine and chatted about nothing
in particular, work and such, she rested her right hand on my thigh. She rubbed
very lightly back and forth and her hand went lower onto the inside of my leg.
She looked down at what she was doing and moved her hand up to lightly touch my
balls. She rubbed them with a feathery touch for a few minutes and then let her
hand drift down to just underneath my ball sack where she began to rub a bit
harder. She teased me like this for a few minutes, starting and stopping again
several times. Still we chatted. I was watching her muscular arm, but
eventually I noticed that she was rubbing her wine glass with the other arm
against one of her nipples. She smiled when she noticed me watching her, and
she moved the glass to the other nipple. They both hardened up from the cool of
the glass and she said "I have very sensitive nipples. Sometimes I can come
just by playing with them."

Now, I knew from work that she liked to tease and that she had no qualms where
talking is about sex concerned. She would say anything. Once when I was busy
and she was not, she asked if there was anything she could do for me.

"Yeah, a cup of coffee would be great," I answered, and when she brought it
back she said while placing it on the counter in my work station and smiling
that crooked smile "You could have said blow-job," and just walked away. She
liked to talk.

As she continued teasing and rubbing my balls and underneath them, and rubbing
her nipples, she kept on talking. "Do you like handjobs?" she asked.

"Uh, why wouldn't I?" I asked in return.

"Well, I don't know," she replied. "It just seems that you could just as easily
do that yourself. I've never understood why guys liked them, I mean, my hand
doesn't feel as good as my mouth or my pussy, does it?"

"Well," I thought about it. "See it isn't just the way it feels, there are
other parts of it too, I mean, I think your hands are very alluring, and so
sure, it would a big turn on to see you jerk me off."

"My hands?" she said laughing. "I thought all guys liked smooth and dainty
hands with long red fingernails."

"Yeah, well I guess some guys do, but I've always thought that hands were a
pretty good sign of how interesting the person is. When I see your hands I want
to know what you've been doing with them to make them look like that. I mean,
they're pretty strong, and well, used looking. I know you've been doing
something with them. When I see those perfect hands with perfect nails I think
that this person has nothing to do, or doesn't do anything. I find that pretty
boring."

"Hmm," she looked down at her hand, now stroking my cock back to life and
thought about what I said. "I guess I can see your point," she said. "And
besides that, there are other advantages to having short fingernails. Maybe
I'll show you sometime."

"There's no time like the present," I said. I had an idea where this was
leading. She stopped rubbing me and leaned over the end of the bed to where she
had dropped her skirt. I put my foot on her beautiful ass and pretended that I
was going to push her off the bed.

"Hey" she screamed. "Oh, so now you want me out of your bed?" she said with
obvious irony.

"I want you everywhere I can get you," I said, overdoing it as well.

"Oh please" she said straightening up. "Just lie back for a minute." In her
hand was a thin cloth belt from her skirt. I hadn't noticed it before. It
wasn't even a belt really, just a long strip of cloth about half an inch wide
that she must have tied around her waist.

"What do you plan on doing with that?" I asked.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tie you up. Yet." She took my cock once again
into her mouth and while sucking it she proceeded to wrap the thin belt around
the base and under my balls. With one quick movement she had it tied so that my
balls were standing out from my legs and the blood going into my cock couldn't
get out again. Having come twice already, I didn't think I would get that hard
again, but having the veins constricted made me just as hard as I was before.
She took her mouth off of my cock and continued to rub it with both hands. Her
lips remained open as she stared at her handiwork. She was kneeling beside me
and I rested my hand on the side of her tight ass. She moved around so that her
ass was closer to me. She leaned forward then, exposing her cunt as well as her
rosy little asshole. I rubbed her cunt first and saw that once again she was
very wet. In this position, the juices were literally dripping out of her. I
let my fingers get soaked and then brought them to my mouth. Her taste was
incredible. For her part, she had returned to sucking my cock and she was
lightly bouncing her fingers against my balls, held tight by her belt. It was
at once both painful and pleasant. I put my fingers back to her cunt, covered
them again with her juices and again brought them to my mouth. I put my fingers
back to her cunt once again, but this time found that her hand had drifted
there as well. I thought she might be rubbing her clit, and looked there to
see, but she had just put her hand there to get some of her juices also. She
moved her hand back toward my cock, and I felt her rub the juices on my
tightened balls. She leaned up on her elbows and said "Spread your legs," and
when I did that she said, "no, wait a minute, bend your knees up." I ended up
in the same position women do at the gynecologists, and she brought her fingers
back to her cunt. When they were wet enough, she used the juice to lubricate my
ass hole, and quickly had her index finger pushed all the way in.

With that she plunged her mouth down on my cock. It was like nothing I ever
imagined. She started bobbing her head up and down quickly, taking my cock all
the way in until her nose reached my stomach, and she repeated the rhythm with
the finger in my ass. Up and down went her mouth and in and out went her
finger, I was being sucked and fucked like never before. She swung herself
around to improve her position, but I could no longer reach her with my hand. I
very happily resigned myself to this singular kind of act and simply let my
hand fall to the bed. I could her the sound of her mouth slurping on my cock
and when she raised her head to the top of her stroke I could see that it was a
deep red, almost purple. She kept fucking my ass with her finger, but I
couldn't keep my legs bent anymore.

The muscular contractions were more intense when I laid them straight down on
the bed, but she somehow was able to keep on pounding my ass. From my waist
down I had only this numb but somehow still ecstatic feeling. The sexiest part
of this whole thing was the look on her face. It was one of total concentration
and determination. Her mouth was filled with my cock, and her face told a story
of pure lust. I knew that she wanted to nothing more at this point than to
swallow my sperm. I was absolutely sure of this and thinking only of shooting
once again into her mouth, but to my surprise, at the moment when my legs began
to shake and my cock began to pulse, she lifted her mouth off and with a gaze
of pure intensity, she worked me to my orgasm with one hand gripping and
stroking my cock and the other hand still fucking me in the ass. The muscles in
my legs began to contract, my cock began to pulse in her hand, my asshole began
to clinch around her finger, and it happened. I shot my load straight up into
the air; she was holding my cock straight up. The come landed back on her hand
and on my cock. As my orgasm subsided she stared, motionless for what seemed
like an eternity. Finally, she removed her finger from my ass and her hand from
my cock. She kept on staring at her hand, and with a kind of determination she
stuck out her tongue and licked up my come. She made sure to get every drop,
and then she looked at me as if almost surprised I was still there. She looked
back down at my cock, saw her belt still wrapped around the base, and removed
it in one or two quick movements. For a short moment she seemed almost ashamed
and she said, "I hope I don't disgust you."

"Oh baby, there's nothing you could do that would disgust me," I said in
return.

That self-effacing, cynical expression I would come to love in the next months
instantly returned. "Oh we'll have to see about that, won't we."

To be continued....

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