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Thrill of the Chase

By: marriedpervs



I'm 38, reasonably fit, with blonde hair and what I consider to be a decent set of abdominals. I'm no Brad Pitt, but I have a decent sense of humour and enjoy the company of women and men socially. I'm strictly hetero in my sex life though, and admit to a total addiction for sexy women. Call em chicks, honeys, babes, yummy mummies, don't care – if it's a hot looking female, then I enjoy checking it out!

Speaking of hot looking females, my wife, Dee, is what I would describe as being "in that category". She's had two kids, but hey, she goes very well in the hot milf stakes in my opinion. She's 39, 5'10" and built like Steffi Graf with legs all the way up to her........well, pussy! Her boobs aren't the awesome 36C's they were before the kids, but hey, she's in incredible condition and still turns heads when we go out together. It makes my cock hard just thinking about watching her walk, dance, swim, or crawl across the carpet on her knees begging to take my old fella into her hungry mouth for some good old cock sucking. In addition to her body, she has the most amazing cock sucking eyes I've ever had the pleasure of looking down in to as I thrust my dick in a warm wet mouth.

I arrived at the office one day. Typical day. Sunny, warm, and with a pleasant see breeze in the air to keep the office cool enough so as not to need the air conditioner on. I smiled at the receptionist, Sandra, acknowledged the office staff, and headed into my own office at the end of the hallway. Putting down my laptop on the desk, I flicked it to life and waited for my emails to load. Rachel bought in my coffee and I sat down to work my way through the inbox.

The tenth email was unusual. I didn't recognise the name, and it contained an attachment. The email address was: mystrygrl. Being a typical bloke, I opened the attachment first, wanting to see if the person was worth responding too. I was intrigued. All it showed was a picture of a high heel sandal, with an ankle bone shot from the side angle, and that was all.

I opened the message and read it.

"I've been watching you. More to follow. – Mystrygrl."

"Hmmmmmm.....interesting," I thought, as I sipped the warm liquid, feeling it seep it's way down my throat.

The rest of the day went quietly, without any more emails from Mystrygrl. I decided to send her a reply, to see what she was on about.

"Mmmmmm, can't wait – u have me intrigued! – Steve B." I replied.

The following morning was colder and windy, and I sunk myself into the new building project, without checking my emails. At eleven, I was on-site of the new apartments, and rang back to the office to check on how things were going with Rachel, my secretary. I asked her to check my emails, and ring me back if there were any that needed urgent attention. Fifteen minutes later, she rang back and told me there were two she wanted me to deal with. The first was from Ray, the plumber, asking if he could change the tap fittings to a slightly different style. I told her to let him know it was ok, provided I could see the alternative before installing them. The second, Rachel was a little nervous to tell me about.

"Why Rach?" I asked. "What's it say? Who's it from?."

"Well, it's from a person calling themselves Mystery Girl, but it's spelled funny. You know, in that kind of funky email spelling."

I must have blushed at the building site, as I realised who it was from.

"Oh, she's a friend of mine. What's it say?" I asked, trying not to sound too embarrassed or too excited!

"Ummmm, well, it's....it's actually a photo, Steve," Rachel responded, her voice quaking.

"Oh! A photo?" I enquired back, playing dumb, hoping to hell it was nothing too risqué.

"Yes, boss, a photo....of a woman.........a naked woman.....from behind. She's wearing only stockings and heels and a pair of black thong underwear."

I gulped. Embarrassed. Horny. My brain whirled.

"Rachel, just close it off and I'll take a look when I come back in ok?" I said, trying to sound professional and not over intrigued. 

Secretly, my cock was throbbing. The combination of the though of the woman sending me a naked picture of herself, and Rachel seeing it, and KNOWING it, had me hard as a rock.

The rest of the morning I found it difficult to concentrate, but managed to wing it through until lunchtime. I finished with the builder, then took off, grabbing some lunch and heading back to the office.

"Howdy Rach," I said, as I tried to head through to my office without her hassling me about the mystrygrl.

"Hey! Hang on a minute, Steve." she called. "Don't think you can sneak past me THAT easily. I want to know more about this woman that's sending you naughty pictures of herself to your work email!"

Damn. I hoped she'd forgotten.

"Come on in........if you MUST!" I smiled at her, knowing that our friendship prevented either of us from having any real secrets. 

Rachel was a great secretary, but she was also a mate.

I sat in my chair and Rach grabbed the other chair and swung it round next to me. I clicked my pc on and took out my sandwich and offered her half.

"No thanks, Boss. Trying to watch my weight," she said, giving her bum a light slap as she moved to sit down in the leather recliner, her eyes sparkling as she turned to look at the screen.

I took a bite from my sandwich and a sip of drink, waiting for the pc to boot up. Nervously, I kicked the Outlook into action and waited momentarily as the emails downloaded in front of us.

"It's THAT one." Rachel said, her finger pointing to the email from Mystrygrl.

I opened it and there was no message. Just the paper clip symbol, indicating the attachment. I opened it and almost choked. The image was incredible! The woman was posing, her long hot legs encased in stay up stockings and stiletto heels. She was HOT! The gorgeous g-string was hugging her amazingly tight ass, and I was instantly aware of a blood rush towards my second brain. This chick was a fox!

"See! I told you!" Rachel smirked.

"Ok, ok. You were right. Damn, she's hot, whoever she is!" I replied, unable to take my eyes from the vision of erotica in front of us on the screen.

"That'll be all Rach" I said, quickly changing into Boss mode.

"OOOOh, can't I stay and see what you say back to her?" she whinged.

"No F***ing way!" I smiled, lifting her from the chair next to me, and slapping her on the butt as I guided her towards my office door.

I shut the door behind her, and momentarily thought what a fine ass Rachel also had. My mind was snapped back to attention as I resumed my seat and focussed once more on the babe on my screen. She was in magnificent shape, and the ass and legs were a true work of art. The photo was taken in front of a window, with green trees the backdrop. The woman's head was cut off by the edge of the photo, making it impossible to tell the length or colour of her hair. The image was called "M1", which I gathered stood for Mystrygrl. No clues there either. 

The ringing of the phone shook me from my trance. 

"Steve, Dee is on the phone. Remember Dee? She's your wife!."

Laughing at her wit, I picked up the phone and spoke, my sexy wife on the other end of the line.

"Howdy, babe," I said.

"Hi, Hun. Sorry to bother you. Just wanted to let you know I am going to go to Mum's for a few days. She rang to say Dad's not well, so I thought I'd drive down and see them. Ok with you?."

We chatted for a while about her Dad, and then I hung up. I organised that I'd head down the following weekend if he was still not well. Dee was going to grab the kids after school, and drive to her folk's place. It was Friday afternoon, Dee said she hoped to be back Sunday night. I was a little disappointed that I'd have to go without my hands running all over Dee's hot body in bed next to me for a few days, but the image on the screen suddenly changed the direction of my thoughts!

I clicked on 'reply' and then sat back, wondering what the hell I should say in response to this incredibly provocative email. I was a happily married man. My wife was a fox, and loved sex. I was certainly not LOOKING for anything sexual from this woman, but the image on the screen, and the intrigue of her email, had my juices running like a teenage boy. I hadn't felt so excited in years.

I decided to be a just a LITTLE naughty in my response. I had no intention of taking this much further, but a few small emails wasn't cheating, was it?

My response went like this:

Mystrygrl,

My, my. What nice buns you have. My taste in lingerie too. However, I can't make a TRUE assessment of your worth until I have seen the WHOLE package.

I pressed send, and then leant back in my chair and finished my sandwich, smiling to myself as I wondered what she might do in response.

As I finished my last bite and stretched my legs, the beep of an incoming email came from my machine. To my astonishment, it was a reply from Mystrygrl already! 

It read, "Not so fast. It's YOUR turn."

"Hmm......now this WAS getting fun" I thought as I relaxed in my chair once more.

I had no pics of myself on the work computer, but I DID have a digital camera in my desk drawer! I had a brain wave. I got up, locked my door, and then took out my camera. I quickly dropped my pants, and then, in front of her image on the screen, took out my willy and held it in my hand in front of the screen. I waited till I hardened up, dirty thoughts of what I'd like to do to the hot bum on the screen helping greatly. Then, using my other hand, I snapped a couple of pics of my dick in front of Mystrygrl. It was wicked fun! I was working really quickly as I didn't want to get caught, even though I'd locked the door. I downloaded the pics, and was pleased with the result. My cock looked good against the image of the hot babe on my screen. I chose the best image, then attached it to a blank reply, and pressed send!

I felt like a puppy that took a pee on the carpet!

The rest of the day was a blur. I did a stack of work, but can't really remember what it was. Every time my email beeped, I jumped, dying for it to be from 'her'. However, I was disappointed. The bitch knew how to tease. 

At five thirty, Rachel knocked and came in to say goodbye for the weekend.

"See ya Boss. I'm off. Have a big weekend planned. Catch you Monday I guess?" she said, smiling as she spun and left.

I wondered what my horny friend and secretary would be getting up to, and what her definition of a BIG weekend involved. I gathered up my things, locked the office and headed home. On the way home, I pulled into the bottle shop, and grabbed myself a few cans. Seeing as Dee and the kids weren't home, I planned to sit down, watch the footy and have a few quiet bevvies. I also grabbed a pizza, and drove into the garage at home, relieved to have some time to myself for a change.

The footy game was a dud, with the Tigers dominating from the start. Finishing my pizza, I grabbed my beer and headed for the study. My mind had wandered back to mystrygrl! She was driving me crazy, and I was loving it.

Flicking on the box, I opened my email and was pleasantly surprised to find two emails from her. I almost peed my pants in anticipation. I was dying to read her response to the photo I sent of my cock.

Strangely, the first message contained no text, just an attachment. My loins stirred. opening the attachment, it revealed a rather red and incredibly erotic tongue, licking the head of my cock as it was displayed on the computer screen. Wow! This woman was good. The lips were full and juicy, and absolutely covered in rich red lipstick. The tongue snaked lewdly on the screen, simulating a flicking motion on the rim of my cock. It was a sensational photo, but, alas, it revealed nothing further of this incredibly erotic woman that had somehow got my email and was teasing me delightfully.

My dick was firming in my pants, and I hurried to open the second email. This one was the opposite of the first. No graphic, just a short message.

"Your turn. Make it good, or I'm gone". – Mystrygrl

"Fuck," I thought.

This woman is amazing. She has me totally obsessed and I have no idea who she even is!

I was desperate for this fun to continue, and, given that Dee was away, I went for it. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a bottle of baby oil, and completely removed all my clothes. Then, I carefully placed my video camera on the bathroom bench, and began to masturbate into the camera. In my mind I was imagining what it would be like to fuck Mystrygrl. I could sense her lips on my cock, then feel her imaginary boobs in my hands. Her ass was suddenly in my grip and as I pumped my fist up and down my rapidly thickening shaft, I imagined the very moment the head of my cock would ease itself into her most forbidden region. As I almost felt what her asshole was like wrapped around my cock, I came! No way! Yes, I ejaculated all over the floor, the bench, and even managed to spray a little onto the camera as it recorded my glistening cock shaft spew forth it's love goo. 

Suddenly snapped back to reality by my premature performance, I cleaned up and dressed quickly. Giggling at my pathetic rapid cum, I downloaded the clip and was delighted to see that I had managed to catch the whole thing perfectly!

I sat down at my computer and attached the clip to my reply. This time I to thought I would tease a little. I placed only the words "for you" in the subject line, and pressed send.

I leaned back in my chair, and a thousand thoughts went through my head. What would she think? Would she reply again? How long till I got her response? Would she think I was a loser for coming so fast?

I fell asleep that night dreaming of making love to Dee AND Mystrygrl. Wow, now what an incredible experience THAT would be, I surmised as I dozed off in bed alone.

The following day there was nothing. No email reply, nothing. I was distraught. Was I that bad? I busied myself around the house tidying up and making the place look spotless for Dee and the kids were due back the next day. After finishing my chores, I hopped on my bike and did a fifty kilometre ride to ease my frustration and pass some time till hopefully she would respond once more to continue the erotic adventure we had started.

That night, I once more opened my email with anticipation.

"Fuck"!

No email.

"Shit"!

No email.

I gripped my head in frustration and sat back.

"Ring ring."

The phone.

Expecting Dee to be on the other end, I picked it up and said,

" Hi babe, how's your dad?"

"Oh, it's babe now is it? Wow, you get over the formalities fast!" said a smoking hot female voice at the other end of the phone. I didn't recognise the vice and was taken aback.

"Who is this?" I asked, confused.

"They call me mystrygrl" she purred, making my cock jump to attention instantly.

Suddenly all sorts of thoughts went through my head. 

"Where was she? How did she get my number? What should I say? Did she get the clip? Will Dee kill me for leading her on? Will I be able to fuck this teasing goddess?"

I was a mess.

"Black Cat. 9.30. Wear dark pants and a white shirt. I'll find you."

And with that she hung up.

I sat there for a moment and thought. It was not a long moment. I looked at my watch. It was 8.00 and I knew it would take me 20 minutes to get to the Black Cat. It was a club in the next town well known for it's table top dancers and cabaret acts.

I jumped up and hit the shower. I shaved, removing all the hair from my balls and shaft as well. Suddenly I thought;

"Shit, what will Dee say when she noticed all my pubes gone?"

Too late.

I added some special cologne, spruced myself up, and put on my white shirt, before jumping into the car and heading off. I was once more like a kid in a candy shop thanks to this teasing woman. I couldn't wait to learn her identity and hopefully a lot more about her too.

Pulling into the car park of the Black Cat, I locked the car and headed inside. There was a small line of people waiting to get in just inside the foyer. I joined the queue and it took maybe ten minutes before I was ushered inside. I paid the ten bucks entry fee and headed for the bar. I was so nervous I needed a drink.

"Ah." The sambuca and coke tasted sensational.

I took a stool at a small table to one side. It had a clear view of the bar and a decent optic of the stage area. Three metres away was one of the small dancing tables. On top was a young girl with small boobs. She was wearing a small black lycra bikini and incredibly high heels. The kind that Dee loves to wear when she's I the mood to fuck. I smiled, remembering the last time I'd seen her in heels such as those. She ended up on her knees, ass in the air begging me to stick my dick in her bum. God it was hot!

Suddenly a woman approached me. 

"Was it her?" I wondered. 

"No." The lips were too thin.

I recalled the last photo of her hot red lipped mouth next to my cock.

"Hi handsome." the woman said.

"How are you?" I replied, politely, but with an air of disinterest.

"Sorry honey, but I'm waiting for someone." I said.

He last thing I wanted was for Mystrygrl to walk in and see me chatting with another woman. She might walk off and never give me this opportunity again. The woman smiled, and moved on. I wondered for a moment if she was a hooker.

On the stage two women emerged and began a raunchy live show. They wore matching black dresses and proceeded to kiss, cuddle, dance and rub each other for about five minutes. Then the music slowed, and they began to remove each other's dress. Wow, it was quite a horny site. Finally, the locked lips and fingered each other until the slow song stopped. My cock was rock hard and my drink was empty. Momentarily my mind had wandered until a waitress asked me if I needed a top up.

"Yes thanks. Sammy & coke please hun." I replied, tossing her a ten and telling her to keep the change.

As I turned back towards the stage, a woman entered the club. She was very tall. I looked first to her feet, being a heel lover, and smiled as I noticed she wore at least five inch classic stiletto pumps. On her legs were black fine nylon stockings, with a hint of garter belt peeping out from under her amazingly tight black mini skirt. I wasn't sure, but it looked to be made of lycra or spandex. It was hot, and from what I could see, her ass was world class. She was facing away from me slightly. Her hair was jet black, with two blonde streaks on either side. On her top she wore a simple red singlet top. I couldn't see a bra, nor how big her boobs were, as she was talking to the barmaid at the other end of the bar and by now the bar was lined with patrons. I managed to catch a glimpse of her hands, as she took some cash from her small clutch purse. Her nails were incredibly long, and deep scarlet in colour. Again my cock ached, as I always begged Dee to grow her nails and paint them red. She always told me they were impractical for a mother.

Anyway, just as I was straining my neck to try to catch a look at her face, wondering if she was Mystrygrl, another act appeared on stage and the crowd surged towards the better stools. I lost sight of the woman at the bar, and decided to focus on the action emerging on the stage for a while instead.

My second drink arrived, and I sipped on it as the show on stage went on. This time a white woman was dancing with a black guy. He was one of those black guys us white guys all hate. He was ripped, cut, muscley, handsome AND hung in the traditional sense of the word. What possible chance do us white men have when faced with such awesome opposition?

Anyway, the couple put on what can only be described as a scorching show. They danced and cuddled, with her rubbing her ass against him as he held her back to him. Her butt cheeks were cradling his sizeable cock, and I knew she was enjoying the feeling as her nipples were poking out like puppy dog's noses.


Thrill of the Chase Ch. 02



The Mystry deepens!!!

About three weeks later, I had given up all hope of ever hearing from Mystrygrl again. Each morning I had feverishly checked my emails, desperately hoping to find a picture, a comment or a note from the incredible temptress that had teased me so well, and had piqued my interest with that amazing hand job in the club.

Alas, nothing! It seemed to me that she had done all she wanted, and that she must have moved on to tease and torture her next conquest.

I sat in my office, and buzzed Rachel.

"Rach, no interruptions for an hour, ok?"

"Sure, boss. I've got plenty to do. I'll hold your calls till you let me know otherwise."

Foxy Rachel had continued to jibe me about Mystrygrl. She'd seen the pics and read the early emails, and knew I was intrigued. She also knew I was madly in love with Dee, my wife, and would not do anything to jeopardize the wonderful marriage I had.

Relaxing back in my chair, I opened the last email I had received from Mystrygrl. The picture of her tongue still had me mesmerized. The lips were ruby red, and the tongue snaked upwards in that sexy curl that just begged to be covered in my cum. At least that's what I thought!

Before I realised it, my cock was out and I was wanking with my eyes transfixed on her tongue. Just as I started to relax and enjoy the heat of my hand around my cock, I wondered what it might be like to have them sucking on my knob. I pumped faster, and must admit I was pretty close to cumming right there in my office chair. Suddenly the phone buzzed loudly, and the shock of it made me cum! True. I ejaculated into my hand and all over my good trousers and onto the carpeted floor below my desk! I didn't know what to do.

Flicking the excess goo into a tissue, I reached for the phone, as gobs of leftover cum stuck to the handset.

"Fuck it Rach I said no interruptions!" I snapped.

"Oh, Mr Bennett? It's me, Sandra at reception. Sorry for the interruption but a woman just left a note for you and told me it was urgent. Shall I bring it on up?"

"Ahh.....no, that's ok Sandy, I'll be right down" I replied, the gooey substance still all over the place!

I laughed at the scene before me. Here I was, sitting in my office chair, my now flaccid cock still dripping cum on my trousers, the zipper and leg splashed with cum. On the floor, there was a small gathering of white creamy drops, and on the phone, sticky evidence of my naughtiness. I cleaned up, making sure to open the windows to help remove the musky smell of my recent orgasm. I then went to the office bathroom and washed and dried my hands and pants, before checking my appearance in the mirror and heading downstairs.

"That was quick, Steve" said Rach, winking as she looked up from her desk.

"The bitch knew me too well," I thought to myself.

I took the stairs hoping to clear the cobwebs, and walked towards Sandy at the main desk.

"You have a note for me Sandy?" I asked Sandy.

She was cute, but this time I noticed something else, she also had really amazing eyes. You know, the type that capture you for just that extra instant every time you look at them? I hadn't noticed before.

Passing me the note, she said, "Here you go Steve, I hope you enjoy it!"

I swear she winked at me when she handed it over! Was I mistaken? Was she flirting with me? Did she know something more than I thought?

I smiled back without saying anything, mainly because I had no witty comeback to give her. She caught me off guard.

I took the note and decided to head out for a walk.

The moment I reached the sidewalk I opened the note. It was very short. 

"Jolly Saint. 12.30pm. Bench against back wall with stools."

That was it. No name, nothing. But I knew who it was from. It was her. Mystrygrl was back in my life!

It was 10.45am. 

"Damn!" I thought to myself.

Almost two hours to kill. I headed back inside and decided to focus purely on work till 12.15. I was a 15 minute walk to the Jolly Saint, and I wanted to make sure I finished most of my work for the day, as I knew the effect another encounter with Mtsrygrl would have on my concentration.

I smiled at Sandy as I headed back to the stairs.

"Anything....interesting, Steve?" she asked, just a little hint of sex in her voice.

"Ahh, no. Just a note from a friend." 

I lied.

She knew. I knew she knew, but tried to put it out of my mind.

Upstairs Rach was all questions.

"Why all the mystery Boss? What's up? Another sexy email?"

"No baby" I said. "Just something I had to take care of.

I didn't even look at her, fearing she would be on to me and make a scene.

I headed into my office and closed the door again. Sitting at my chair, my email signal went off on my computer the very moment I sat down.

It was from her. Mstrygrl. I opened it in a flurry.

My god. It was another picture. Only this time it was a picture of a pair of high heels and a glimpse of stocking underneath a skirt. It was rather dark, so not much more detail could be made out. The comment was short and simple, just sufficient to make me hard again. God this woman was an A-grade cock tease. 

"These are for you @ lunchtime."

It was useless. I couldn't concentrate on anything. My mind kept wandering back to her incredibly soft hands on my cock the day she had made me cum at the strip club. I wondered what today might bring. 

"Would we meet face to face? Would we share a meal? What would she be wearing.....at least what ELSE would she be wearing apart from the incredibly erotic heels and stockings?"

I gave up and decided to walk to the park and back to fill in time. I needed some more fresh air to clear my mind. I told Rach I was taking an early lunch.

"Something special on the menu, Boss?" she asked mischievously.

"None of your business" I smirked as I walked passed her and headed for the stairs once more.

At reception, an older woman was in Sandy's chair. I guessed she must have been taking a break and walked out through the exit doors and onto the street. After walking to the park and back, it was time to head for the restaurant. I hadn't been to the Jolly Saint in ages. It was a restaurant which was recreated in the old pirate days theme. Each booth was a little cabin, and could only fit four people at the most. The moment I entered the door, I was met by a man dressed in a pirate's costume as usual. However, this time it was slightly different. He had a parrot on his shoulder.

The bloody bird spoke! True! It said, "Booth 4, down the back sir".

I swear, the bloody bird told me where to sit! Amazed, I headed towards the booth marked with a number four. I was so fucking excited I burst in. Disappointed, I found the booth empty. Shit.......she had me again!

I sat for about ten minutes, ordering a coke from the waitress who came in dressed as a wench. When she bought back the coke, she was carrying a black cloth.

"Sir, in keeping with the theme of the Jolly Saint, you must put on this blindfold. Your guest has arrived and she is waiting for me to give her the OK that you are ready for her to enter the booth. Shall I put it on for you?" she asked politely.

"Damn. So THAT was how she would get out of me finding out her real identity. God she was good. An A grade tease and intelligent too. Bugger!"

I sat there blindfolded. I was instantly aware of my heartbeat. I felt every pulse.

Suddenly, I was aware of another person in the booth. The small door closed quietly, and I sensed Mystrygrl was with me once more. The very thought of her made my cock twitch. Her smell wafted over me and I inhaled her odour. My dick swelled further, straining to be released from my trousers.

Without warning I felt something at my crutch. I flinched.

"Relax, Steve. I have something for you" he whispered in a voice so quiet and hushed I could not determine anything about her.

I allowed my legs to slightly spread, the outline of my cock pressing hard against the fabric of my pants. I felt a heel. It pushed it's way along my thigh, the point of it suddenly finding the ridge of my head. She paused. I moaned. She flicked it. I yelped!

She giggled. I smiled. Without warning her heel left my cock. I strained for a clue. Suddenly the foot was back, this time it felt naked. Just the stockings I guessed.

She rubbed again, this time the smooth nylon making a warm feeling grow in my crutch. I reached down. She did not hesitate. I felt the incredible eroticness of her toes and foot as they rubbed my now aching hardness, still encased in my trousers.

I reached lower, and suddenly my fingers came in contact with the stocking tops. It was hot. She knew it. She rubbed faster, causing me to grab her leg and stroke it like a cat. I was sooo fucking excited by this woman. Her teasing ability was second to none. I had to know more.

I flicked the top of her stocking, before straining under the table and finding my booty. Her garter belt. It was a four garter attachment, and I almost groaned out loud as my hands felt the way the garters encased her thighs. Her foot continued it's magic. I couldn't help myself, so I unzipped my pants and let me very stressed cock pop free. 

Without missing a beat I felt a second stocking covered foot sandwich my cock between the feet of this amazingly erotic woman. She was fucking me with her feet right there in the restaurant. I was glad there was a door, because I knew she was going to make me cum again.

I managed to reach inside the top of her stockings, my hands running up and down the incredibly smooth skin of her thighs. As I moved faster, so did she. I even swear I detected a small moan from her lips. The very lips that had whispered in my ear three weeks earlier at the club.

Suddenly I started to cum. Amazing. She didn't miss a beat. Her feet pumped and pumped up and down my shaft as I climaxed, my sperm covering both her feet and legs in the stockings. I was stunned, because it had not been three hours since I had masturbated to this fox and here I was being wanked by her feet in public. I moaned until short groaning giggles emanated from mylips. Her feet left my cock, much to my sadness. I strained to hear what she was doing.

"Mystrygrl, where are you honey? What are you doing?"

She must have been putting her shoes back on, and wiping up any mess, I thought.

"Wait ten minutes before you leave, or you know the consequences" she whispered, before leaving as secretly as she had arrived.

I sat their smiling to myself as I recovered from the climax that had just been ripped from my penis.

"Amazing" I thought.

After a few minutes, I reached up and removed the blindfold. She was gone. I knew it.

I checked my pants and was pleased to find that on THIS occasion there was no cum all over my own pants. 

I left twenty bucks on the table and left the booth. Still feeling flushed, I walked the long way back to the office. Sandy was back behind the desk at reception, and she looked up at me, smiling. 

"Damn," I thought, "I have GOT to give that girl some more of my attention. Her eyes are smoking!!"

"Wow boss, are you OK?" asked Rachel, laughing whilst sucking on her pen.

"Huh? What do you mean babe?" I asked, hoping she'd let it slide.

"Well, for the second time today you look as though you've run a marathon!"

I decided to ignore her comment and bolted for the sanctuary of my office, closing the door behind me.

On the screen there were three new messages. The first two were pure work. The third one stopped me in my tracks. It was from her. Mystrygrl.

I opened it. One word.

"Thanks."

An attachment. It showed the legs I had rubbed so sexily at the restaurant. They were spread. The woman's left hand was rubbing her clitoris. It was swollen with lust. The right hand was holding a red jelly dildo. It was fucking her.

I was stuffed. No chance of any work getting done THAT day. I switched off my pc, grabbed my briefcase and took off, ignoring Rach once more, not willing to field her suspicious enquiries!

Downstairs Sandy called me as I headed to the car park.

"Steve, I have a parcel for you. It just arrived."

I looked her in the eyes as I leaned against the desk. She really had smoking eyes, the kind you'd love to see staring up at you the moment her lips made you cum down her throat.

"Thanks," I said, and headed for the door.

In the car I sat and contemplated the small package. It was in a bubble wrap protected envelope. There was a small comment where the address was supposed to be. It read:

"A gift for Steve. From MG."

I couldn't wait. I tore it open. 

The red jelly dong was sticky in my hand as it fell from the envelope...

...to be continued.



Thrill of the Chase Ch. 03



I studied the jelly dong for a good two minutes. Images of it entering mtsrygrl's pussy were implanted in my mind. I wondered what it would be like. Shaven? Hairy? Pink? Dark? Musky? No answers, just questions.

I slowly raised it to my nose, then took a deep inward breath through my nose, detecting her delightful pussy smell still on the amazing toy that I knew had been fucking this amazing woman only a short time ago.

Suddenly the door opened. I was fucked. There stood Rachel, a shocked look on her face. It gave way to one of laughter as she took in the scene before her. I, her boss, was sitting in my desk chair sniffing an obviously dirty dildo!!

"You got me!" I said, embarrassed.

"I sure did! What the fuck are you up to boss?" she asked.

"It's a gift. From mstrygrl" I said, resuming my sniffing on the jelly dong.

"OOOOOOOh, wow, she's really got you in her sights hasn't she?" said Rach. 

A broad grin spread across her lovely face, her eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.

"Does Dee know about her yet?" she asked.

"Shit no!" I quipped. "She'd kill me!".

The next day I arrived to work early. I knew that I had missed a fair bit of work the day before, and I was determined to get plenty done today. Besides, this thing with mstrygrl was taking over my life, and Rach had struck a chord with her question about Dee the day before. 

"What was I doing flirting with this vixen?"

"What the hell WOULD Dee think if she knew how far I had taken this thing?"

I knew the answer to both questions. First, I was flirting with this vixen because she had me totally intrigued and it was a little naughty. Second, I knew my wife Dee would kill me, despite us having a wonderfully fun marriage based on a jointly shared, healthy sexual appetite.

Anyway, I managed to get through most of the day without mystrygrl stopping me. It wasn't until my computer beeped at about quarter to four that my mind was swamped by her once more. It was an email.

I noticed straight away there was an attachment. The message read simply, "Enjoy".

I opened the file and a small movie started playing. There was no sound. It was her. Facing away from the camera, she was wearing a long black mesh gown, and thigh high boots. Her hair was long and brunette. I strained to gain any clues from the location she was in, but none were there. It was a non-descript looking motel room by the look of it. She was wiggling that insanely hot ass at me, and slowly inserted a large carrot – yes, a carrot – into her pussy. She pumped and pumped until I could see she was close to cumming. Thrashing her head from side to side, her legs almost buckling, she climaxed on the orange vegetable. 

The clip stopped just as suddenly as it had started.

It was amazingly hot. Fuck. I was stuffed for the rest of the day.

"Rach, can you come in here please?" I buzzed on my intercom.

"Sure, boss" she replied, walking in a few moments later.

"Check this out" I said, clicking the file into action on my machine.

"Wow, she really is one hot babe!" said Rachel as the clip finished.

"So, any idea who she is?" I asked, keen to find out who this babe was that was making my life a torture of erotic teasing!

"Search me," she said, before turning and heading back to her desk.

"All I know is she has you by the balls and is tugging hard boss!" she cheekily said as she sashayed her sexy ass back to work.

I was getting desperate.

I switched off the pc and decided to leave work early. I stopped in at the local bar on the way home and took a seat. I ordered my favourite, sambuca and coke. I needed to think. I sipped the cool liquid and felt the smooth liquor as it eased down my throat. My mind began to wander. Was she someone I had known before our encounters? Had we met in some unusual circumstance? Would I enjoy watching Dee and her fuck in front of me. 

"Stupid question." I thought as soon as I had asked myself.

Suddenly I was aware of someone taking the seat next to me at the bar. I looked around and was interested immediately. The person was a woman. She had long, wavy brunette hair. I looked down to her feet and was instantly erect. Her legs were encased in what appeared to be black leather boots. 

"Could this be her?"

Before I had the chance to ask, she stood and headed for the rest room. I watched her walk and was transfixed! She wore a long coat over the boots, and I could not determine what else. I was certain it was her!

I downed the entire remains of my sambuca and coke, and then followed her towards the rest rooms. I pushed through the main entry door and found the three rest room doors. Male, female, and disabled.

I opened the door to the ladies room, and entered warily. I didn't want to be taken for a pervert by any other women that might be in there, but I had to find out if it was her. I entered slowly, but discovered nothing. Noone. Empty. The three cubicles were empty.

Leaving the ladies room, I opened the door to exit and was confronted by a woman.

"Slap".

Without a word she smacked me across the face. Hard. I grimaced but took my punishment, understanding where the bitch was coming from!

Entering the men's room, I hoped that the woman was indeed my foxy tease and that she was waiting for me. I was desperate to see her face. Desperate to once more feel her breath on my neck, touch her legs, and so, so much more.

Alas, she was nowhere to be seen. Empty. Teased, but no joy once more.

"Damn," I cussed.

Was it her? Where was she? Was I going crazy?

I headed out of the men's room, and walked back towards the bar.

Out of nowhere a hand grabbed me and pulled me into the disabled toilet. It was dark. Without warning lips were on mine. Kissing, a tongue searching for mine. I responded, my own tongue reaching for hers, finding the soft moist warmth of mystrygrl's tongue. It felt strangely familiar. My hands went to her body. Lovely curves hidden under the coat. Hot damn, she was completely nude underneath the long coat! This woman was an 'A' grade tease. I groped and squeezed, my cock aching to fuck her. We kissed, our mouth's and tongues entwining as we pashed. I strained to see her face, but the room was totally black.

Without warning she stepped back, dropped to her knees, and unzipped me. I did not struggle or resist. I wanted this more than anything on earth at that time. Thoughts of Dee were pushed to the back of my head as this amazing tease took my hard cock in her mouth and began giving me head. She was good.

I managed to last about two minutes, before the excitement and wickedness got the better of me, and I came like a fire hose in her mouth. She did nothing to move away. ON the contrary, she sucked and sucked, taking time out to gulp down the first mouthful before resuming her work extracting every drop of semen from my cumming penis.

I was shaking from the intense climax when she suddenly popped my cock out of her mouth. Standing, she kissed me on the lips, her cum soaked tongue feeding me a small quantity of my own spoof! She was nasty!

Before I had time to react, she was gone. Opening the door, her outline fled as I was left standing in the disabled toilet with a freshly squeezed cock sticking lewdly from my unzipped trousers.

I laughed.

She had me once more. Transfixed. Obsessed.

The next morning I arrived at the office and was surprised to see Sandra wasn't behind her desk. In fact, reception was empty. I made am ental note to find out why nobody was manning the counter as I headed upstairs to my office.

Walking in, I was surprised to find Sandra in my desk chair, with my computer on looking at the screen. Expecting her to be surprised to be caught at my chair, her reaction intrigued me.

"Oh, Hi Steve. I was just checking out this amazing girl Rach told me about. Seen anymore of her lately?" she asked quizzically. "Um, no" I lied. "Why aren't you at reception? There's nobody down there."

"Oh, come now Steve, we both know noone rings until after nine, and besides, I love a good sexy mystery as much as anyone! See ya!"

And with that she stood up and headed out of my office.

I stared incredulous. Sandra was wearing boots. Black leather boots.

My mind raced. Could it be her? Had I known her all along? 

I quickly opened up all the emails she had sent me, searching for clues that might give Sandy away. Nothing.

"Shit!"

I decided to test her out. Instead of sending a message back to mystrygrl, I selected the short video clip I had made a few weeks back in the bathroom. Yes, it was way too short, but that was the effect this woman had on me! I attached it to an email, addressed it to Sandy's email, then pressed 'send'.

Within minutes a response came back.

"Mr. Bennett. Whilst my desire to see the woman who has been teasing you may be aroused, I have no desire whatsoever to see such a feeble attempt at self pleasure as the one you have just sent me. At my age, I like my men to last longer then thirty seconds."

Fuck. She was right too. That's what made the fact that I had guessed wrongly all the more frustrating!

I managed to finish my work that day then headed home, nothing more from mystrygrl.

"See ya Sandy, and sorry about before," I quipped embarrassed as I walked out the main door.

In the car I switched on the radio and was listening to some James Taylor when my mobile rang. I answered, the hands free earning it's money once more as I drove. The number was not one my phone recognised.

"I am ready for you." 

The phone hung up. 

"What the hell does that mean?" I asked myself as I flicked the volume back up. 

Ironically, on the stereo James was singing "Stay a little bit longer". As I pulled in the driveway, I noticed the kids bikes weren't out the front. It was Friday. Where were they? 

Pushing the button on the remote, I braked until the garage door was raised enough for me to drive in. 

I slammed on the brakes.

There she stood. In my own fucking garage for god's sake! Her back to me, the boots, long coat and flowing brunette locks were unmistakable.

I was terrified. How the fuck could she even imagine that this was ok? Where was Dee? What were the kids doing? Who saw her when the door lifted up?

She was standing there, her legs spread, her hands gripping the edges of my beer fridge. Speadeagled, her coat covered what I was presuming was her naked body. The very body I had felt quickly at the bar the day before as she had sucked me off in the loo.


Nervously I stepped from the car, my feet feeling as heavy as lead. I moved towards her.

"Fuck me. Take me now and don't stop until you've filled my hot cunt with your cum".

Wow. Blunt but horny as hell.

My big brain said no. My little brain said hurry the fuck up Steve!

As usual, the little brain won and I tore my zipper open as I approached this amazing woman spread out in front of me begging me to fuck her.

I moved into position, my hand guiding my now almost rock hard cock towards her pussy. I expected it to be dry, but then I heard the quiet buzzing sound. Mystrygrl had been masturbating with a vibrator as she waited for me in my very own garage! I felt for her opening, and my dreams came true. My cock sank into her sopping pussy, a small groan emanating from her throat as the head forced it's way passed her entrance into the depths of her vagina. 

Realising that no matter what happened from now on, I grabbed her by the hips and started pumping into her. I fucked her hard, fast, deep and long. Pleased with myself, I managed to make it passed the first two or three minutes.

She was now pushing backwards, egging me on with her body, not a word coming from her mouth. I jammed it in as hard as I could, and felt her muscles squeeze the head of my cock. It was all I could stand. I erupted into her like a wave from a tsunami. A flood of cum escaped my cock and filled her pussy with the white love goo we men are so proud of every time we ejaculate.

It was a truly intense situation, and the orgasm I had matched. It was a ripper.

As my shaking and jerking subsided, I removed my now saggy penis from the wondrous woman in front of me, as the coat fell to once more cover her amazing ass.

Turning, for the first time I prepared to see her face in the daylight.

Her lips came in to view and her right arm went to her head. In one motion she removed the gorgeous brunette locks. Her face was revealed.

There, in her dark coat, thigh high boots and slutty make up, stood Dee. My wife.

THE END



Thrill of the Chase



Suddenly, there was a person behind me.

I motioned to turn my head.

"DON'T move." said a forceful female voice.

"If you turn around I will leave and our game will be over. You will never see me again and I will send your little clip to your lovely wife."

Shit, I thought. This woman was not only a world class prick tease, but she had done her research! I liked that.

"Watch the show, and enjoy." she said, as her hand slipped it's way around my body to rest on my thigh. My cock twitched.

On stage the black guy was becoming aroused, his enormous prick swelling to the dimensions us white guys only dream about. The woman was really doing a number on his cock as it rubbed between her ass cheeks. She wiggled, writhed and wobbled her ass around his shaft. It was very erotic to watch a live porn show and have a mysterious woman fondle me at the same time. Momentarily my thoughts were with Dee, away with the kids at her parents' place. The sudden clamp of the strange woman's fist on my shaft inside my pants cleared any such thoughts from my mind. I moaned as my zip was undone and I felt the warmth of her hand in the flesh so to speak.

Her breath was on my neck, as she began to pump up and down on my cock, my hips pushing upwards to meet each of her strokes. Her nails were raking the rim of my dick as she worked me over, her moaning and warm breath doing a number on me. I thought I was going to cum there and then.

On stage, the guy had dropped to his knees, and was now licking the white woman as she stood over him, her legs spread wide, her hands gripping his head like a vice, jamming his tongue deep inside her pussy. I loved that position! It reminded me of the wild times I would have lapping at Dee's clit as she rode my tongue wildly.

Again, the hand on my cock distracted me from the action, as the pressure on the shaft grew to the point where, thankfully, this talented woman was actually preventing me from cumming by squeezing so tight.

On stage, the white woman's body began to convulse. I've watched my fair share of porno movies I my time. Dee and I like nothing better than to fuck like rabbits as we watch XXX films and fantasize that the stars of the movies are actually us. We both like to think we know when performers are faking orgasm, but, I swear I thought this woman was genuinely cumming on stage as the black man licked her. Suddenly without warning the hand on my cock sped up, and the woman behind me started to moan and groan too. It was too much for me, and I started my own climax. 

"Fuck it was weird."

I came, the spurts of my love juice spraying all over Mystrygrl's hand inside my trousers. She was relentless, and kept pumping as I came until every last drop was rung from my cock. I was totally spent.

The hand was removed from my pants, and this devil of a woman then did something to make me want to grab her, turn around and fuck her like crazy. She lifted her hand to her mouth behind me and slurped all the cum from her fingers, before loudly swallowing every last drop. It was the most erotic moment I had experienced in ages. Fuck she had me besotted!

"Don't look around, or that clip will be on your wife's door in the morning." she whispered.

I waited a few seconds, then turned to see if I might catch a glimpse as she left. But alas, she had already disappeared. I was tortured once more, yet relieved. I kept trying to convince myself that the game I was playing was not really cheating on Dee, as I had no idea who it was I was cheating with!

I watched the rest of the show, but nothing quite piqued my arousal after Mystrygrl's antics with my penis. I finished my drink and then left the Black Cat and headed home.

That night I fell asleep fantasizing of fucking her. I tried recalling her voice, her smell, but it was useless. All I could remember was the smell of smoke and the noise of the music that had been playing during the strip show.

........to be continued