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Lunchtime

By: isoelectric



As the car rolled to a stop and became silent, Amdré's mind raced. He had been thinking about it all day. It had made work nearly impossible to do, and he couldn't get away from his desk. The cold keys cloashed with his pounding blood that raced through his palms. He nearly dropped them as he stepped out of his car.

After slamming the door behind him, André quickened his pace and fumbled for the right key to let himself into the house. His briefcase fell to the floor, next to the pile of mail that no one had picked up. Glancing behind him, André lunged at the door, and it slowly closed silently behind him. He kicked off his shoes and tried not to trip on the hardwood stairs in only his socks. André could easily feel the hard wood as he pushed the door to his bedroom open.

He loosened his tie at threw it in the general direction of the sitting chair, without even untying it. His belt was a little more difficult, and grunted as he couldn't undo it right away, but it soon joined the tie. And likewise with his shirt, and pants, and socks. Glancing in the mirror, André admired his own hard-on beneath his boxer shorts and slapped at it, watching it bounce up and down like a diving board. In a fluid motion, the boxers shorts came off and slid along the mirror and fell silently to the floor.

Andre hopped on the large king size bed that he loved coming home to every day. Knocking the bottle of lotion that was conveniently kept at the side of the bed, he grasped the bottle of baby oil and pointed the small opening at his stiff rod, a couple inches above his head. Closing his eyes, Andre squeezed his fingers slightly and his body tingled as the oil dripped and bathed his manhood in its goodness.

Feeling the entire length and girth of his cock, Andre began caressing his cock with his left hand, and spread more oil to his balls and the inside of his legs. This was what he had been waiting for, this was what he wanted. He never felt better than after he had given himself a good workout. His cock stood stiff in the air, and the oil glistened in the daylight that came streaming through the open second floor window. The left hand, what the Italians call the "sinister" hand, began doing quite a number on Andre's pole. First he let his four fingers slide along the far side of it while his thumb rubbed the closer side. The four fingers rubbed the area just under the head on the far side, right at his favorite spot.

Andre's toes curled and his body bounced with his movements, and he felt captivated by the raw feelings that overtook his body. His other hand, ran the length of his chest and found itself pressing the base of his cock, sending Andre into a grunting fit of joy. His grunts became more and more regular, as he matched the caresses of his balls with a tight and rhythymic pumping of his cock. His grip grew tighter and tigher, and faster and faster, always ending with a playful brush of his head against his hand. Andre threw his head back and thrust his hips into his awaiting hand. The bed bounced and shook, the floorboards creaked, and Andre's growls were all that echoed off of the high-ceilinged room.

Jessica clicked off her cell phone as she stepped through the front door, which was unlocked. The front door should have been locked. Her eyes scanned for evidence of her husband's presence, whom she was supposed to meet at home for lunch. She spotted his briefcase near the door, and the pile of mail that had been ignored. His shoes were not placed neatly side-by-side, as they usually were, but looked like they were kicked off in a hurry. She called out for him, and poked her head in the kitchen, and could not find him anywhere.

She slipped off her heels and placed them along with Andre's shoes, near the staircase. As she started up the stairs, she called his name again, and slowly walked up the stairway, sliding her hand along the banister as she walked. There was no reply, but there was definately something going on. She paused, unsure whether to be afraid or to be angry. She heard grunts that were distinctly those of Andre's, but there were no other sounds. Was fucking another woman? Was there a robber?

Glad that she had removed her shoes, she crept in her stocking-clad feet toward the bedroom door. She had nothing to fight off an intruder with. She was but a petite woman, with a subtely sexy body. Her 34C breasts were often concealed behind her high class business suit and her black garter belt was only for the private enjoyment of her husband, Andre. Jessica held her breath as she pushed the door silently further open from it's half-cocked position.

She stood there, in total silence. Well, it would have been silent had her handsome husband not been banging himself and his meat up and down on their bed, making all sorts of primal noises. Andre couldn't see her, his eyes were closed, and even if he had had his eyes open, he probably would have assumed it was part of his own orgasmic fantasy. Her panties started to moisten slightly. She had seen her husband masturbate before, but never like this. She had never seen anyone so completely enraptured in a simple act of pleasure. His entire body was completely enraptured in it. He grabbed and pumped at his shaft as if it were the only thing that were keeping him alive. He gasped for air as his hips thrust to meet the imaginary vagina, that grew tighter by the second.

Jessica could never seem too learn to touch Andre exactly the way he liked it, no matter how many times he showed her, and no matter how many times she had hands-on experience. She wished she could stay there forever, and without her doing anything, have her own wetness slowly drip down the sides of her panties. As she unclasp her hair, it fell down silently, and she placed the hairclip silently on the floor and ducked, like a secret agent on a commando mission, to the foot of her bed. She found at the base of the bed, as if discarded or fallen off and ignored, the bottle of Neutregena Body Lotion. She pushd the small faucet and squirted some into the palm of her left hand and darted a look up at Andre.

The head of his cock was purple, and his balls were so tight, you could bounce a rubber band off of them. She stood up, having doused both of her hands in lotion, and was ready to join in the fun. She stood over his cock, like an eagle admiring the handiwork that it would be about to execute. She waited for one of the regular pauses in his pumping, she knew he couldn't take this much, and every so often, he would let go of himself completely, catch his breath, and resume again. Her hands dove down just as he removed them, and his grunts turned to growls as he started thrusting as her wet hands grabbed the base of his cock. Her hands glistened up his shaft and his growls changed in pitch, and became moans. His cock recognized a new wet hole to fuck, and instinctively began pounding it.

She pushed his hips down and held them on the bed for a moment and then resumed her ride of his gorgeous cock. Her hands, still wet and slippery from the lotion she had greased them with, became hot and sticky as they mixed with the small amounts of precum which started to form on his head. Jessica's hands lowered to get closer to his rod, and began thrusting her hands over it, faster and faster she would go. With each cycle, her grip would get tigher and tighter, and Andre's moans would get louder and louder. He was going to cum very very soon and she could feel it.

Her wets hands flew like they had never flown before over his stiff cockmeat which throbbed with every inch she covered. She pointed the head toawrd his chest and felt her hands and his cock mesh into one and all of a sudden, it burst to life. White lightning shot from his head and splattered on his pillow by his neck, on his neck, and all up and down his chest. He screamed as he exploded all over himself and all she could do was smile at her handiwork. Her cum soiled fingertips stroked his balls and her right hand began milking the last of the cum as it came out in little spurts across his belly button.

Andre's body came in for a landing as her hands slowed down gradually and finally to a complete stop.

His eyes opened with a smile.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "Yes!" she gasped.

Lunchtime



God I just wanted the phone to stop ringing! It had been hell in the office all morning, with one thing and another. I glanced at the clock, nearly lunchtime. At least I could have an hour to myself, an hour of perfect peace and quite. I pressed the intercom button on my desk. “Sandra…no more calls, I’m going to take a short nap.”

“Very well Miss Trimble,” came the tinny reply.

I unplugged the phone anyway, somehow I just didn’t trust that Sandra. My office was on the fifteenth floor, over looking the river. It had cost me an arm and a leg to get it, but the view was spectacular. When Daddy died, leaving me to run his business, I had fought tooth and nail to get an office with a view. Now I had got one, and I was going to enjoy it, if even only for an hour.

The one thing I had insisted on was my own bathroom. It got hot up here, particularly during the summer months, and sometimes I had to look my best for important clients. Besides I didn’t want to keep running outside every time I needed a pee. I pulled my chair over towards the window, which dominated the wall, and perched my self down with my feet up on the coffee table. Then I noticed, horror of horrors! I had a huge ladder running the full length of my panti-hose.

Getting up, I walked across the office over to the bathroom. The bathroom was really something special. It was wall-to-wall Italian marble, with a huge ornate mirror hanging over the ‘his and her’ sinks. I can’t really remember why I had twin sinks installed; it just seemed a good idea at the time, besides they were Tax deductible. Pulling up my lipstick red skirt, which wasn’t very far because I like to wear them short. I removed my laddered panti-hose, screwed them up into a tight ball and deposited the offending items into the rubbish bin.

Walking back to my chair by the window, a wonderful feeling came about me. I realized that for the rest of the afternoon, I wouldn’t be wearing any panties. I suddenly felt really wicked and daring. Still it didn’t matter, because I’m seated for most of the day behind my desk anyway. I pulled up the blind on the window so as to appreciate the view, whilst I ate my sandwiches. It was then that I saw him. There outside the window on one of those pulley things, squeezy and chamois leather in hand…the office window cleaner! I quickly pulled down the blind again, but left the slats open to let in a bit of the sunshine.

Annoyed that my precious hour was going to be disturbed, by the presence of the maintenance staff, even if they were outside the building. They were still only feet away from my little Shangri-La, my quite time. ‘Oh well’ I thought, I suppose it can’t be helped. I resumed my seat and opened my novel. Now ‘Mills and Boon’ is not everyone’s cup of tea, and agreed one could hardly call them thought provoking, but never-the-less… I enjoyed them, and that was the main thing. In fact the one I was reading at the moment was quite raunchy. I was so engrossed in the book that I didn’t realize how carelessly I was sitting. 

I had put both of my feet up onto the coffee table in front of me, and my skirt had ridden up my thighs. Normally this wouldn’t have mattered, but two things were different about today. Firstly, I wasn’t wearing panties, and secondly the window cleaner’s squeezy mop had suddenly gone quite. I was in a quandary as to how to save face. Then a really wicked thought entered my head, I would do nothing.

Whilst pretending to read, I swiveled my eyes upwards without moving my head, and saw the window cleaner staring through the narrow slats. He was kneeling down on his pulley thing and staring at my legs. Slowly and deliberately, I moved one of my legs off the table, and at the same time parted my knees a little. I’m sure that I heard a small moan come from the other side of the glass. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure as to whether or not he could actually see up my skirt, so I decided to cut the odds a little.

I jumped up and walked quickly towards the bathroom. There I pulled up my skirt to make it as short as possible, rolling the excess material over itself around my waist. ‘God’ I thought, ‘I haven’t done this since my school days in the fifth form. The skirt was considerably shorter now, and due to its tightness, rode up even more as I walked. Grabbing a handful of toilet tissue, I parted my legs and wiped the excess moisture from between my labia. ‘Ok’ I said to myself in the mirror, ‘you can do this’

My heart was in my mouth as I returned to my office. I quickly glanced over at the window, and saw that he was still there. On the way back to my chair, I made a sudden detour and walked over to my desk. On the pretense of retrieving something, I bent over from the waist. I could feel the tight material creeping up my legs and across my bare bottom. Now I knew that I was fully exposing myself to him. The feeling was a bit scary, but thrilling at the same time. I must have stayed like that for over a minute. I could feel his eyes burning into me. Clutching a sheaf of papers I stood upright and slowly sauntered back to my seat facing the window. This time when I sat down I left my legs uncrossed, but my knees together. I didn’t want him to get bored too quickly, besides I was really enjoying myself. I never dreamed I could be such a tease.

When I was certain that I had his full attention, I leaned back in my chair and feigned tiredness by yawning and rubbing my eyes. At the same time I placed both feet onto the edge of the coffee table, but this time about two feet apart. I pretended I was sleeping, whilst all the time I watching him through a crack in my eyelids. His face was a picture. I tried to imagine what he must be thinking, what he could see. The thought made me randy as hell. I was so flushed with sexual excitement that small droplets of perspiration trickled down my spine.

Now whether or not he had figured out that I was just teasing him, I don’t know, because he did something that I hadn’t really expected. He had taken out his penis: the size of which was nothing to write home about, nor was it something he should be ashamed of either, and was masturbating himself whilst staring at my exposed pussy. I found that the most exciting thing I had ever witnessed. I had never watched a man wanking himself off before. Now I wondered, who was teasing whom? I must say… it was quite a turn on!

I thought to myself, ‘why not?’ if he can do it, then so can I. Now feeling really brazen and completely un-inhibited, I draped my legs over the arms of the chair. My legs open to the fullest extent. My skirt was naturally pulled up to my naval, leaving me completely exposed. I wet my finger and slowly eased my hand down towards my hot little cunt. Spreading my labia lips with one hand, I gently rubbed my clitoris to and fro with the fingers of my other. I got so involved at frigging myself off, that for a minute I completely forgot about him.

There was something a little surreal about this. Two complete strangers, which had never spoken, nor likely ever will, masturbating to one another fifteen stories up. It was going to be a race to the finish line. I think it happened almost simultaneously, I wasn’t sure whether the sight of him ejaculating all over my nice clean windows made me come, or whether it was the sight of me writhing about in my chair that made him come…. It didn’t really matter lunchtime was over!



Lunchtime



You called me from work around 10:30am and asked how my day was going. I told you it was going fine and that I missed you.

"I'll be home around 12:00, so 'be ready'" you tell me. I know what that means and I can't wait.

"See you soon baby..." I tell you before we hang up.

"Okay see you in awhile...love you." you tell me hanging up.

I go into our bathroom and turn the shower on adjusting the water just the way I like it, nice and hot. I undress and step into the shower, grabbing the soap I soap a rag and slowly run it all over my body, my tits, my nipples are already getting hard. I wonder what you are up too.

When you tell me 'be ready' I know you're up to something and it will be something great and something I won't soon forget.

I rub and pinch my nipples, "Yes" I moan out loud, feels good baby. How did you know I was horny.

I've been very horny for the past few days, wanting you all the time. I have been a "naughty girl", and playing while your at work. I continue to soap myself up, my belly, my legs, back up my thighs, to my pussy. I can feel myself getting wet already. I rub my pussy, slipping two fingers inside of myself. Oh yes, love playing with my pussy, especially in front of you because I know you love to watch me.

I quickly shave my legs and then take the razor to my tight little pussy. In a few minutes, my pussy is bare just the way we both like it. I finish showering and get out of the shower and dry off. I walk into our bedroom and remake our bed with clean sheets and quilts. I light scented candles, and then get dressed in a sexy outfit, a short black lace gown with matching panties.

I put on the perfume you like me to wear, I put some relaxing music on the CD player and lay back on the bed. 

I know I'm supposed to wait for you to get home, but I just can't help myself. I start to rub my tits, feeling my nipples getting hard, wishing you were with me, licking and sucking on them.

It feels good when you do that baby, god I am so horny. I can't wait for you to get home.

I reach into the bedside table and find the realistic vibrator, I bring it to my mouth and I gently suck on it, wishing it were your hard cock. I lick it all over, slowly, then taking the head into my mouth and sucking on it, flicking my tongue all over it. I slide it deeper into my mouth just like a real cock. I love sucking your cock baby, love the taste and the way it feels in my mouth, so hard. My other hand goes down to my pussy, rubbing on the outside of my panties. Oh yes, my naked pussy feels so good, I rub myself a bit faster, as I continue to suck the vibrator in and out of my hot wet mouth. I feel my pussy getting sopping wet thru my panties, I've been a naughty girl and played alone again. I pull my panties aside and take the vibrator and turn it on low and rub it across my wet pussy, teasing myself, making myself so hot and turned on. Wanting you here with me. 

"Oh yes..." I moan out loud. I slip it between my wet pussy lips, up and down my slit, before slowly slipping in into my pussy. I am already so wet, I slip it in a little at a time, deeper and deeper. I like our toys but I'd rather you were here with me baby, wanting to watch and feel you eating my hot, wet pussy. I want to feel you licking me as you finger my pussy, making me moan and begging you not to stop. 

I'm in my own little world as I fuck myself with the vibrator. I reach for our other toy and take it out and bring it to my mouth, wanting to suck it just like I suck your hard cock. I lick the balls, as I fuck my pussy. I work my way to the head of the cock and take it into my mouth.

Wanting to be sucking your hard cock while you fuck my pussy with the vibrator. I suck the toy, deeper and deeper in my mouth, as I fuck my tight wet pussy. I need you so bad baby, need to suck your cock, licking your balls and stroking your cock making you moan.

I'm moaning around the cock in my mouth as I fuck myself faster and harder, "oh fuck me baby..." I'm so close to cumming. I want to feel you fucking me, deep and hard making me cum, feel you filling my pussy with your cum. Hearing you telling me how good it feels. Just thinking of this makes me climax so hard, making me shake "Yes..fuck yes,.."

My orgasm is so intense I don't realize you have walked into the room, I open my eyes and notice you standing at the end of our bed watching me.

You have a wicked smile on your face, "You've been naughty again..." you tell me walking around to my side of the bed.

"How long have you been there?" I ask innocently.

"Long enough..." you tell me as you get undressed, your cock is getting hard, oh I just want to suck your cock.

"can I suck your cock baby?" I ask reaching for your cock.

"No...not yet..." you tell me, "You've been a bad girl..."

"yes I have..." I confessed, looking up at you. "I know I should have waited for you to come home..." I tell you as you take both of the toys and put them back in the drawer.

"I couldn't help myself baby, just the thought of you coming home to play in the middle of the day made me so hot..."

"You have to be punished..." you tell me, turning towards the bedroom door.

"Come in..." you say as a man walks in. "This is Gary from work, I told him how much you love sucking cock." You tell me as you grab the bottom of my gown and pull it over my head, you drop it to the floor and reach down and rub my pussy, noticing how wet I am. "Wet panties...nice..." you say as you slip them off of me and drop it beside my gown. I'm naked in front of a strange man. I wonder how that makes you feel.

"Don't be shy...get undressed... she and I have already talked about doing this...she just didn't know when we were going to do it." You tell Gary.

"Hi" I say as he starts to get undressed. Gary looks a bit nervous but starts to get undressed.

"Get down in front of him and suck his cock..." you tell me helping me to my feet. 

Gary finishes getting undressed, he slowly strokes his cock. 

"Are you sure baby???" I ask wanting to know it is okay.

"yes, just this once...do as you are told..." you say as you lay down on our bed and get comfortable.

We are at the side of the bed, so you can see everything.

"Do it...suck his cock...just like you do mine...make him moan..." you tell me.

I go to my knees as I look at you, you nod your approval. I reach up and slowly stroke his cock. "Go on baby...take care of him..." you tell me.

I lick his balls, slowly taking my time as I continue to stroke his cock. I lick and sucked on his balls, massaging them with my tongue, swirling my tongue over them. "Yeah..." I hear Gary moan as I stroke his cock. I can see you watching me, watching every move I make as you stroke your cock. "Oh she's good..."Gary tells you as I lick my way back up his cock, flicking my tongue across the head of his cock.

"I told you she was good...she's the best...and will do as I say, no questions asked..." you tell him.

I take the head of his cock into my mouth, sucking on the head ,stroking his cock at the same time. I was getting so turned on knowing you were watching me suck another man's cock. We always said we wanted to try this, I lick up and down the length of his hard cock, rubbing his balls at the same time. "Suck him...now..." you tell me.

I take his cock back into my mouth, sucking his cock, deeper and deeper, fucking it with my mouth. My pussy is getting so wet, just knowing your watching me is getting me so turned on. The more I suck his cock, the more excited I get, knowing this is turning you on too.

"Gary, get on the bed and let her suck your cock..." you tell him, as you get up. Gary gets on the bed and lays down, I get up and stand next to the bed, bending over and take Gary back into my mouth. "That's it baby...suck it like I know you love to do.. suck that cock." you say watching me, you get up, walking behind me, rubbing my ass, suddenly you *Smack* me, "You were such a bad girl...you didn't wait for me to come home..." Oh I like that baby, spank me, for being so naughty. You continue to rub my ass, with a *Smack* every once in awhile, makes me suck his cock harder. "You want my cock baby...huh want me to fuck you???" you say rubbing my pussy. I lean back into your hand wanting to feel you touching me, feel you filling my pussy.

You walk back in front of me, watching me sucking Gary. "Suck my cock baby..." you tell me. I move from his cock to yours. I reach for you, taking your cock stroking you. Gary is watching and stroking himself. 

"Suck him...let me just watch...I was about to cum and I want it to last..." Gary say's looking at us. I go back to my knees and slowly and lovingly suck your cock, looking up at you as I tease the underside of your cock. "Fuck yes baby...suck me...yeah just like that..."

God, I love sucking your cock baby, love the feel of it in my mouth. "Take me..." you say thrusting into my mouth, holding my head, fucking my mouth. "Take turns and suck us both..." you order me. I take turns sucking you and Gary, taking you both deeper each time, stroking both cocks. I am so fucking hot, wanting a cock inside me. You pull away from me, "lay down on the bed babe..." I get on our bed and laying across the bed, you spread my legs and get down in front of me. "Keep sucking Gary..." you tell me as you gently rub my sopping pussy. I moan as I take his cock back into my mouth, feels good with you touching me. I love when you eat my pussy baby. "Oh yes baby eat my pussy..." I say taking his cock out of my mouth, still stroking him.

"Don't stop sucking him..." you tell me, as you slide two fingers deep inside of me, gently fucking me.

"Such a naughty girl..." I hear you say as you finger my pussy.

I'm still sucking his cock, wanting to be sucking your cock instead.

"suck his cock baby girl...suck it good..."

"Fuck...yeah..." Gary moans as I take his cock as deep as I can, in and out of my mouth.

"you like sucking his hard cock baby??? Like the feel of another man's hard cock in your mouth?" you ask me as you continue to finger my hot pussy. "You want my cock??? Want me to fuck you hard???"

All I can do is nod and keep sucking his cock, I feel you rubbing your cock across my wet, hot pussy. "Take my cock..." you say as you start to enter my pussy slowly. We continue like this for several minutes, you slowly fucking my pussy. "such a naughty, naughty girl..." you tell me as Gary pulls his cock out of my mouth, he strokes his cock.

"Gotta calm down for a sec or I'm gonna cum..." he says.

"You want my cock baby girl?" You ask me again, pushing your cock deeper inside of me.

"yes."

"Yes what?"

"yes baby please...fuck me..."

"Next time are you going to wait for me to get home before you start to play???" You ask bending over me, giving me your cock.

Your cock feels so good inside of me baby, fuck me.

"Get on your hands and knees on the bed", you tell me pulling out of me. I do as I am told, getting on the bed. I feel you on the bed behind me.

"are you ready for more buddy??" you ask Gary as he strokes his cock.

"oh yeah..." he said as I take his throbbing cock back into my mouth, starting all over again, licking and sucking his cock as you fuck me slowly from behind. I'm moaning and grunting with every thrust of your hard cock. "take my cock..." you tell me.

Oh fuck it feels so good when you fuck me baby, and sucking his cock at the same time. Turns me on doing this. "yeah baby...suck his cock...take it all..." you tell me as you give me all of your cock. You slowly fuck me. "Play with her tits Gary, pinch her nipples she loves that..." you instruct him, I feel Gary rubbing my tits, making my nipples harder than they already were. He pinches them gently at first. 

"Go on and pinch them harder she really loves that..." you tell him as you start to fuck me a bit faster. "You like that baby, like when he pinches your hard nipples as I fuck your pussy???"

"Yes" is all I can say, I want to make you both cum.

"Gary you want to fuck her?" you ask him, slowing down your thrusts, wanting to make it last.

"Is it okay with you?" Gary asks you.

"Sure...as long as you don't cum inside of her, I'm the only one who cums inside of my baby girl..." you tell him as you pull your cock out of me. I hate when you take your cock away from me baby.

You both switch places, you lay down on the bed and he gets behind me. "Suck my cock." you tell me, I reach down and stroke your balls, gently I take them into my mouth one at a time, swirling my tongue all over them. Gary is behind me and rubbing his hard cock over my pussy. "That's it baby girl, lick my balls, show me how much you love sucking my cock..."

I moan as I stroke your cock, I love making love with you baby. I feel Gary pushing his hard cock into my wet pussy, slowly. 

"fuck she's tight..." Gary say's as he pushes a bit deeper, "she's so wet..."

"She loves to suck cock and fuck, she loves sex and that's just the way I like her, wanting it all of the time, she never turns me down...never..." you tell him as I lick my way up your cock, nibbling on the head of your cock, swirling my tongue across the head. Taste so good baby, I come up for air for a few seconds, stroking your cock. "fuck my mouth baby...give me your cock..." I ask you as I take your cock back into my mouth, going up and down slowly as you hold me down on your cock. 

Gary is fucking me a bit faster, holding onto my hips, I can hear him moaning as he fucks me.

Fuck this feels so good baby, I want to make you cum, I stroke your cock as you hold my head and you fuck my mouth. "That's it baby girl...suck my cock...take it all as deep as you can..." you tell me as Gary is pounding into me from behind. 

Feels so good to suck your cock and get fucked at the same time, I want to cum so bad.

"Fuck her tight pussy...she sucks cock so good..." you tell Gary as you fuck my mouth faster, holding me down.

"I'm gonna cum soon..." Gary say's.

"We need to switch..." you say pulling your cock away from my mouth, Gary pulls out of my pussy. You turn me over on my back and hold my legs up and you fill my pussy with your cock. 

"Oh yes...fuck me baby..." I beg you as you pound my pussy hard and fast.

"Suck his cock, make him cum..." you tell me, Gary moves up next to my face and I take his cock back into my mouth, sucking and licking his cock. I'm Stroking his cock and he holds my head fucking my mouth. 

"Oh yeah...suck my cock make me cum..." Gary says.

"Fuck baby girl...cum for me..." I am so close to cumming, feels good baby.

Your pounding me so hard, oh baby you're going to make me cum. Gary pulls his cock out of my mouth and strokes his cock fast. "Fuck me! Fuck my hot wet pussy baby, fill me up with your cum, I'm gonna cum baby..." I moan loudly, feels good when you fuck me. I tighten my pussy around your hard cock, want to feel you give me your cum. 

"Yeah baby...tighten that pussy...fuck yeah...gonna cum..." you say pounding me harder and faster. "Cum on her tits...give her your cum Gary..."

"Oh yeah...oh yeah... fuck..." Gary says as his cock lets go a stream of cum all over my tits, he is moaning and grunting giving me his cum.

Your fucking me hard, pounding my pussy..."Taste his cum baby..."

I taste his cum, licking it off of my fingers.

"Taste good baby...you like when he cums on your tits???"

"Oh yes baby...fuck me I'm so close baby..." 

"Cum baby...cum for me..." you tell me..."Oh yeah gonna cum...fuck...yeah...take my cum..." I start to cum when I feel you filling my tight wet pussy.

"Yes...yes...yes...cumming baby."...I moan loudly.

"Yeah...oh yeah baby...cum for me..." you tell me holding me tight...as we both cum.

I look over and Gary is sitting on the bed trying to recover,catching his breath.

We both just lay together for a few minutes trying to calm down.

"Oh my god baby girl, what do you do to me???" you ask me kissing me.

"I just do as I am told..." I say kissing you back.

"You're right she is good..."Gary say's standing and grabbing his clothes.

"I told you she's good...oh bathroom is third door down on the left.

"Thanks..." Gary walks down the hall and we're alone.

"Thank you baby girl..."you tell me kissing me on the top of my head.

You take your robe from the chair and slip it on and walk back over to the bed and hand me mine. I put it on and lay back down on the bed.

"Well...we did say we wanted to try this, it was great but I love it when it is just the two of us..." I tell you, you lay next to me and take me into your arms.

"true...we did say that...so did you enjoy yourself?" you ask me.

"yes, it was different,exciting taking care of you both at the same time...did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, turned me on watching you suck his cock and watching him fucking you...but I loved cumming with you as always."

"I love cumming with you too baby..."

Gary sticks his head back into the bedroom door, "Well I'm going to get back to the office

...see you there..."

"Yeah...I'm taking the rest of the day off...see you tomorrow..."

"Uh I had a great time...catch ya later..." Gary says.

"Yep, later..." you say as he walks away, and we hear the front door close.

"What's for lunch? I'm hungry..."

"I've got something you can have right here..." I say opening my robe...



Lunchtime Abduction



"Hey guys! Going to lunch! Anyone need anything while I am out?" I said as I locked my computer and reached for my purse.

"Just a better parking space!" shouted Mark.

"Tell me about it. I had to park three blocks down behind the office. I sure hope they finish building our parking garage soon. The over crowded lot was better than having to park down the street." I said as I leaned against the wall in Mark's office.

"Do you need me to walk you to your car?" asked Mark.

"Nah. I should be fine, its light out. Tonight on the other hand I may ask you for an armed escort. I don't anticipate getting out of here until after seven." 

"Deal! See you when you get back. I am sure I'll have a few additions to your ever growing task list by then."

I slowly step out of Mark's cube, "Gee thanks Mark. And here I thought you were actually a cool guy. Boy have I got you all wrong. Later!"

"Nope you got me pegged as a cool guy! Later!" Mark then peeks out of his office as I start to turn the corner toward the main hall, "You sure you don't want me to walk with you? Thats a pretty short skirt you have on there. The guys at that metal shop might give you a hard time."

"No. I'm good. Thanks though." I shouted as I walked out of our department toward the front lobby.

I slide on my sunglasses as I step out the front doors. Thinking to myself "Wow today is actually a beautiful day! I just love Indian Summers. It gives me that one last chance to wear those short skirts before packing them away for the winter. Funny if I didn't know any better I think Mark was checking me out as I was leaving. I guess turnabout is fair play. I sure have checked him out more than a few times since he was hired on last month to replace Jerry after his stroke.

I walked around the building to the electric gate and wave my badge so that it will open up and let me out. It is really inconvenient having to park so far away but the new garage will definitely be a nice change from hunting for a parking space daily. It will also be really nice come winter when the snow starts. I cross to the shop across the street and the cat calls begin.

I speed up a bit knowing that I only have another two blocks to go in my stilettos. I really should have changed into my gym shoes. I stumbled a little and as tried to compose myself bumped into a wall. Well not a wall really, just a stranger. I should clarify; a tall, broad shouldered, massive and very good looking stranger. I excuse myself and start to walk away. 

"No pardon me. I just saw you walking in my direction and didn't even think to get out of your way."

"No worries. Have a good day!" I politely turn and walk away. 

I hear him mumble something that sounded a lot like "I sure intend to" that causes me to stop and turn in his direction. At that moment he grabs me, holding my arms behind my back with his left arm and puts his right hand around my mouth. He pulls me into a van that until then I didn't even notice was there with the side door wide open.

Pulling the door closed as he jumps in he then grabs something out of his pocket and I then hear a tearing sound. I start to scream and struggle to gain my freedom from the weight of his body. He then covers my mouth with duct tape. "There. That should keep you quiet." 

I started kicking my legs and almost make contact with the back of his head. He forces my legs down by holding them in place with his one knee. He again reached into his pocket and this time pulled out a few zip ties.Sticking them in his mouth to hold onto, he grabs an arm in each hand and pulls my arms from behind my back bringing them in front of me and then zip tied them together at my wrists. He grabbed another zip tie and looped it through the one holding my hands together and attached them to the base of the passenger seat. He then zip tied each of my legs to some racks on each side of the van.

"Now isn't that a nice surprise. I can almost see your pretty pussy through those panties". Apparently in my struggles (and in his spreading my legs apart) my skirt has now pushed up far enough to show my white lace thong panties. His leering gaze caused me to squirm and he let out a chuckle. "Yes, you fine sweet thing, I'm looking at that cunt of yours and thinking of all the ways to make it mine."

He then takes both of his hands and begins to roughly squeeze my breasts through my sweater. Pinching a nipple hard he chuckles again. "These also belong to me. As a matter of fact all of you belongs to me."

I try to scream again through the tape and struggle against my bondings. I realize that it is futile and the ties hurt when I move too much. I must have had quite a look in my eyes cause right then his gaze burned through them and he said matter of factly, "Your fear is also mine to relish in and the screams that I am sure will come will only add to my pleasure." 

He then got up and sat down in the driver's seat, started the van and drove off. 

About thirty minutes later, we turned off of the paved roads and I could now feel what seemed like every rock and dip in the poorly groomed road. One bump even sent my head crashing into the base of the seat my arms were bound to. The searing pain in my ankles from the ties digging into my skin had me screaming again.

Just then my captor stopped the van, put it in park and shut off the ignition. He turned in the seat and reached into the glove box. "I guess those zip ties won't do. I can't have that scrumptious body of yours marred like that." He pulls out some nylon cording and proceeds to tie my arms ankles using the rope. I observed that he knew some BDSM rope tying methods. My husband loved to use rope for our personal play and the way he tied was better than what my husband had ever done. He didn't just loop the rope around my wrists and ankles he must have wrapped them six or seven times so as to not leave rope burns and not afford the ability for me to wiggle out of them. He also made it so as to spread my legs even more exposing me further.

"Wow that was unexpected." He says more to himself than to me, "I like how your thong has now slipped between your thick lips exposing more of that beautiful cunt to me."

I just hate how crass this asshole can be. I guess his vulgar language isn't as bad as what I am sure he has planned for me. I just hope he finishes fast and doesn't hurt me. I just want this over with. I am sure that he is working himself up and will quickly just... how do the guys at work say it? Bust a nut?

It's then that I see him pull a utility knife from his back jeans pocket. He leans over me pressing his chest to mine and cuts the zip tie from my wrist then goes back to my ankles and cuts those off as well. He admires his rope work some more. Finally he then looks back at my face and studies my mouth covered in the duct tape. "Hmmm, I hope this doesn't leave a mark, my beauty, because I can guarantee its gonna hurt like hell." Right then he reached over and ripped the duct tape off of my mouth.

"FUCK!" I screamed. "You fucking bastard! Who do you think you are? Pretty fucking sad you have to get your rocks off kidnapping and then raping women. You are a pretty sick fuck aren't you?!"

His right hand connected sharply with my face in a stinging slap. "Now you listen to me Bitch! You will shut the fuck up and do as you are told! You continue to talk or call for help I will lay your ass out and do so many unmentionable things to your limp fucking body. Am I clear?"

I nodded my head in understanding. 

"Good!" An evil smile twisted on his face. "I will do those unmentionable things to your body regardless, but you will learn to enjoy it. Well, I will enjoy it. You, I could care less what you think. The more you struggle the better it is for me."

Thinking to myself I have found the solution I resolve to just lay there and let him do his business. Obey his demands and he will tire of me quickly.

"Oh and if you think by just laying there like the last girl, think again. Pain is a great motivator and helps me get you to struggle even more."

Oh crap! I am up the proverbial creek and have a good idea what is going to happen to the paddle.

With that he yanked my sweater up and over my face, blinding me. Then he unhooked the front hook from my white lace bra. "Look at those tits!" He then grabs them roughly and begins to squeeze them.

Sobbing I cry out, "Ouch! Do you have to be so rough?" 

"Oh baby, I'm not being rough. You know you love it." He bend down and takes one nipple between his teeth and draws it in. "Now I'm being rough!" He chuckles, "Don't tell me that doesn't make you wet. That and the thought of all the nasty things I'm going to do to you."

"Please just let me go." I beg. "I promise not to turn you in if you stop now." I really hope he lets me go now. I do not want him to know that I am getting wet. How can my body betray me like this?

"What fun would that be? I have a friend here I promised would feed him with a hot wet kitty like yours. I will make good on that promise."

I started squirming some more, hoping that I could find some give in my bonds. Nothing.

"Oh baby, I just love how your boobs bounce around as you wiggle. Makes my friend jump to attention." He lets out another evil laugh as he bends down again and squeezing my breasts together starts sucking and nipping on my nipples. 

Gawd that feels so good his tongue is turning me on. I think I just gushed. A small moan escapes my lips. I try to move out of his grip to cover up my excitement.

"Oh yeah baby! You are so going to love me possessing every single inch of your body!" His hands start wandering all over. Squeezing my breasts and ass each time his hands come across them. Then he moves his hand in between my legs where my pussy lips are still exposed and now the thong that is splitting my lips is growing increasingly wet. "Thats right baby, I'm going to fuck that pretty pussy and you are going to love it." 

He rips my panties off and I cry out as it feels like it cuts through my taint. Holy shit that hurt. 

"Wow! That is a pretty sweet cunt you have there." He shoves in two of his very large fingers and proceeds to fuck me with them. "What a sweet wet cunt. So tight. So very wet!"

I try my hardest but my body continues to betray me, I arch up to meet his fingers. He takes that as an invitation to add a third finger. Stretching me painfully he slams his fingers into me and I pull away. 

"Oh that won't do. You will take it and come to me bitch. How long will it take you to learn that I now own you and your body?" He reaches around me with his free arm and pulls me up to meet his hand as he finger rapes my pussy." 

Eventually my body adjusts to the invasion and I open up to him. It doesn't take long before I arch up to him again and find my body convulsing in an orgasm. I cry out "Please stop!"

"Why should I stop when we are both enjoying this so much? You are such a slut. I love it. I might need to keep you and your pussy around a while." He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to my mouth. "Open your mouth and taste your arousal, you fucking slut"

He pulls my sweater up and off of my face then he puts his fingers to my mouth and I open my lips. He then shoves all three fingers in my mouth. Once they are in I realize this is an advantage to me. I start to bite down with all my might. He pulls his hand out as he yell out "Fucking bitch! You will pay for that." He strikes me hard against my face again. This time I am pretty sure it instantly bruised.

I start crying. It is useless. What can I do? I can't move because the ropes give me very little room to move and every time I have tried to fight back his fist has met my face. Each blow increasingly more forceful than the last.

At that he strips off his jeans. I see his rock hard penis and start to fear what is to come. He is absolutely huge. A good eight inches long and about three inches around. Shit I have a hard time taking a guy of that size when he is gentle. I have a bad feeling this will not be gentle. He finishes undressing then he kneels in between my spread legs. He slowly slides into my still wet pussy, coating his hard dick with my juices until he is in to the hilt. He pulls out and brings his cock up to my mouth. "Open up bitch! You even think about biting me I will break your fucking jaw!"

I open my mouth and he slowly slides his cock in. The fight is out of me. I let him slowly fuck my mouth. He keeps fucking my mouth slowly. Sliding in deeper with each stroke. He then grabs my the back of my head by the hair and starts throat fucking me roughly. I try to take it but he is just so big and occasionally I gag as he hits the back of my throat cutting off my airway. "Yeah you dirty bitch! Choke on my cock!" He starts thrusting harder and faster. Then I hear him moan as he shoves himself as far down my throat as he can go, holding my head to his belly as he cums hard. I start gagging again. I can't breathe and it feels like I will drown in his cum. He slowly pulls out of my mouth. "Stick out your tongue and clean it off!" I do as I am asked. I start to gag again. I hate the taste of cum. Then I realise that he tastes so sweet and start lapping his juice off of his cock.

"Mmmmm. You have such an inviting mouth. Slut! You are enjoying this aren't you?" When I don't respond he threatens to hurt me again. "Answer me or you will regret it." I shake my head no and he chuckles. "You can lie to me but I know you enjoyed it. There is a huge wet spot on the floor under that pretty little cunt." He reaches between my legs again and shoves in three fingers invading my womb again. As he fucks me with his fingers, I can start to hear my juices squishing around his hand. Just as my orgasm begins to build he pulls his hand out and shows me his fingers. "This is a very naughty cunt. Do you have a naughty cunt?"

I give him what I think he wants to hear "Yes I have a slutty cunt! This slutty cunt loves you finger fucking it."

Nodding "Yes it does but I know it really can't wait until my hard cock stretches it and fills it full of my cum. Oh and I will fill it full. Tell me to fuck that slutty cunt!"

"Please fuck this slutty cunt. Fill me full of your cum." I am still thinking about how huge he is and I tremble with the fear of how bad this is going to hurt." It takes him only a few seconds to confirm that fear and he slams his rigid cock as far into me as he can in one stroke. I cry out in pain."

"Yes thats right. I still own your pussy. I will remind you of this often." He pulls completely out and slams it into me again. Again I cry out. He does this about a dozen times until I am close to passing out in pain. Then he starts stroking my clit with his thumb. "Can't have you drying out on me. I could care less if you hurt but damn if I will." I start writhing when the attention starts bringing me towards orgasm again. "Thats right baby cum for me!" I came instantly on command. I could feel my orgasm pour out of me and coat his cock and balls. 

"Such a good slut. I didn't think you could cum on command. That is hot!" He pulls out of my pussy and brings it to my mouth again. "Suck!" I open my mouth and start to greedily suck my juices off of his cock. He reaches back and begins fingering me as I voluntarily take his cock deep down my throat. I cum again gushing all over his hand. "Good girl! See I told you there was no way you could resist my charms." Chuckling again. Gawd I want to slap that smug grin off of his face. Who am I kidding though? I came so hard just now. It may even rival some of my best orgasms from the past.

"Guess it's time for me to fulfill my promise to you. Gonna fill that pussy full of my cum." He slides back down and rubs his cock on my engorged clit. I arch up to meet his touch and he pulls away and then slowly enters me. This time he takes his time slowly allowing me to get used to his length and girth. I try to tilt my pelvis to meet each of his strokes but the ropes keep me from matching him stroke for stroke. 

"If I untie your legs will you behave?" He asks 

"Please untie my legs. I will be a good girl. I won't fight you any more." I plead with him. 

He reaches back and cuts both ropes with a utility knife he had at the back of the van. Leaving my arms tied above my head. "Don't make me regret my decision to free your legs."

"I promise to be good." I say reassuringly.

He slides back inside me and now that the ropes have been cut I can pull them up toward me and match his thrusts. It's not long before I start moaning from my orgasm. "Yes my little slut! Cum for me! Tell me how good my cock feels deep inside your cunt!"

"Fuck your cock feels so good. My pussy needs your big cock. I'm gonna cum so hard!" Right then my orgasm rocks through my body. My legs wrap around his back and I orgasm yet again. He continues, starting to fuck me a little harder. "Oh My GAWD! I'm cumming again!!" As my pussy spasms on his penis he grabs my ankles and spreads my legs wide and grinds even harder. I start to wonder what is wrong with me. Why am I enjoying this so much. Fucking this stranger back as hard as he is fucking me and cumming this hard? I know I have never had sex with someone that has made me cum like this.

This time he pulls my legs together onto his shoulders. He reaches around and rubs my clit as I cum again. "Yes you are my fucking slut. Your cunt loves my cock just about as much as my cock loves your cunt. I love how when you cum your pussy tries to squeeze the cum out of my cock." There he is with that chuckle again.

Pulling out he flips me onto my stomach and pull me up so my ass is sticking in the air. "Ohhh what a pretty little pucker you have. I might just have to have me some of that." 

I start to struggle again. "Please na not there. I've never done that. You will rip me apart with the size of your penis." 

"Tisk tisk. Oh baby. You promised no more fighting me. I will have your ass when I want it. Do you understand that?" I nod my understanding. "Good. Now raise that ass back up." I slowly do what is asked and he starts lining his cock up to fuck me in the ass. Slowly he moves back down and slides back into my wet pussy. He begins fucking me slowly so I get used to the depths he is now reaching with this position. He reaches around and begins rubbing my clit and that is when I cum yet again. 

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck me harder oh my gawd!! Your cock feels so good in me"

"Baby you are so wet! I love how wet you get!" He then stops rubbing my clit and straightens up. After slapping me hard on my ass he slides his large already slippery finger in alongside his cock in my pussy causing me to moan loudly. "Wow maybe I should have brought a friend and we could have both filled your wet cunt. You would like that wouldn't you?"

At this point my lustful cravings for his hard cock had me close to total hysteria. "Yes. I want to be used as your personal fuck toy. To use as you wish and give to whomever you want. Fuck me harder please?" I beg. "I need to cum again!"

"Wow you are a bigger slut than I thought!" I will use you as I want. With that he slid his finger out of my pussy and starting circling my ass with it. 

I started to shake my head 'no' when he slid just the tip of his finger in my tight ass. "Please..."

"Sure no problem," again with that evil laugh, "any time darling." Slowly sliding his finger in my ass he continued pumping his cock into my pussy. I started cumming again from feeling the friction he was causing against my gspot. His finger then began sliding in and of my ass faster. As my orgasm reached its peak, my attacker slid in finger number two. I screamed out partially in pain and partially in pleasure. I could feel my ass being stretched like it had never been before. I started to feel like the dirty slut he kept calling me. Suddenly I felt a cold slippery liquid slide down my ass. I realized at that time he must have just squirted lube to help his fingers slide in and out. Just then I heard him grunt and felt his cock spasm. 




Lunchtime Abduction



Wow that was close I thought he was going to fuck my ass. He shook a few times and then climbed around so my face was level with his cock. He kept his two fingers in my ass fucking it and barked his command "I want you to clean the cum from my cock. Oh and I want you to fuck my fingers with your ass too. My fingers will come out of your ass when you cum from your fucking them. " Again with that fucking laugh. "Oh yeah I now know what your orgasms are like, you won't be able to fake it."

I tentatively start licking his cock. Oh gawd it tastes so good. Have I just become a cum slut too? I greedily start sucking and licking to get all of it off. 

He then slaps me hard on the ass. "What did I say? I said fucking my fingers with your slutty fucking ass. Now start fucking them!" I then start grinding my ass against his hand. Oh wow that really stretches me open. And now that I've grown accustomed to them being there am actually starting to like them in there. I really start to fuck his fingers as I continue gobble his cock in my mouth. He tastes so good and he is getting hard again. 

Pulling away from his cock I start to cum as I fuck those fingers. "More! Give me more! Give me another finger. Oh fuck!" My ass clenched on his fingers as he squirted a little more lube on my ass and slid in a third finger. As that finger made it all the way in, I screamed at the top of my lungs "OH FUCK!!" and then spasmed on his hand and squirted all over the floor of the van. 

When the orgasm finally subsided "Oh shit I can't believe I just did that. I've never squirted before." 

"Damn girl! That is so fucking hot! I wonder..." 

"Wonder?"

"Yeah. How hard you will come with my cock up your ass? I think I am even harder now than I was before. If that is actually possible" He is still slowly fucking my ass with his fingers.

"No. Please no. You are so big. Fingers are one thing but..."

"Darling? Have you seen how big my fingers are? I've already stretched you wide. Now you only have to learn to take it deep." He pulls his fingers out of my ass and reminds me just how big his fingers are by placing them in front of my face.

"Please no."

"It's my ass. Right now my cock is twitching to take its virginity." He came around behind me and lifts my ass back up. He then lines his cock on the hole he just stretched wide. Slowly he slides in. Allowing me to adjust to his presence as he gets deeper. "Feels good doesn't it?"

"I... You are... Holy shit you are so big! Holy fuck!" 

"Who owns your ass? Huh? Who makes your ass feel so full and fucks it so good?"

"You, you do." I stammer

"Tell me to fuck your ass. Tell me how you want me to fuck your ass!"

"Fuck my ass please! Own my ass! Fuck me hard! Make me cum hard!" I pant.

He then starts sliding in and out of me at a faster pace. Every now and then he slides it all the way in and his balls slap my wet pussy. He reaches around again and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb. As he picks up the pace I start begging him. "Harder please fuck my ass. Own my ass. I am your fucking slut. I need you cock. I need your cum. Fill my ass with your cum." He continues and I cum over and over. 

After my third orgasm with his huge cock in my ass I beg for him to cut the rope on my wrists off. "No darling. That I won't do. You are not getting away from me until you are all used up."

"Please. I want to ride your cock. I want to fuck your cock with my ass but I want to fuck it hard from on top. I am your slut. I need your cock. In my ass, in my cunt and in my mouth. I love that you own my slutty fucking cunt. Please let me fuck your cock!?"

"OK but I will still hold onto the rope." He slides out of my ass and reaches across and cuts the rope at the furthest point so he can still keep a hold of me. He rolls onto his back and I climb up on top of him. 

I still don't have full use of my arms so I ask politely "Please put it in my ass." And slowly sit on his cock. 

"Oh yes girl fuck your ass with my cock. I own that ass. Yes I do. It's my ass!!" I start bouncing up and down on his cock and my captor starts rubbing my clit. I grind harder and harder feeling his cock go deeper in my ass. He lets go of the rope and starts sliding fingers in my pussy with his other hand.

I simply lose it then. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit yeah! Fuck. Fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass! I am cumming!! Oh Goddddd!" At this point I squirt again. This time soaking his shirt and most of the floor in the van. 

"Oh fuck yes baby cum for me! I'm cumming!!" He fills my ass but he never goes soft. How much cum does this guy have? How long can this guy keep going?" 

He wraps his arm around my waist and sits up keeping me sitting on his cock. "Oh baby, that was so fucking amazing! I have never had sex so hot and nasty before. Do I really own your body?" He leans in for a kiss.

I lean back in response. I kiss him deeply. Our tongues dancing hungrily, searching for more. I pull back to catch my breath. "Yes baby. You own my body. Now that I know how awesome anal is you especially own my ass. I can't believe you took my ass!" I said grinning.

"Despite being such a breast guy, from the moment I first saw you I wanted to fuck your ass. It is almost as delectable as those mighty delicious boobies of yours." He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth as he reached up to grab the other with his hand. "

I start looking around for my phone or a clock. "What time is it?" My boss is going to kill me for taking such a long lunch."

Looking around and finding my phone you reach for it and turn on the screen. "It's almost three."

"Oh shit. Babe, Mark is going to kill me."

"Fuck Mark. Oh honey just tell him something came up and ditch the rest of the day with me. I have at least one more in me and as hard as I still am I hate to leave your ass." He starts grinding against me again.

"Oh Chris. I really want to. What am I supposed to tell him? That I was kidnapped and raped by my hot lover? He knows my husband is out of town on business this week. I suppose I can tell him I was in a car accident. It would explain the bruise on my face."

"I am so sorry about hitting you that hard baby. I was just so in the moment. I wanted to fuck you so bad I just didn't think about how hard I swung." Chris said as he brushed his lips across my ever darkening cheek. "That will be the last time I ever strike you. I just wanted our fantasy to be as real as possible."

A big grin spread across my face. "Where are we? What are the chances someone will find us here?"

"Just at the state park. Trail head isn't too far off. Why?"

"I was just thinking I think you should open the van door, bend me over and fuck me in the ass again." Evil grin spreading widely across my face. "Maybe some stranger will see and you can both fuck me into the rest of the evening."

"I love how you think my sweet temptress. Good thing Sara is also out of town this week. I will own you. Every last piece of you."



Lunchtime Deposit



Okay, so I didn't really lose my virginity until Spring Break of my senior year. I was eighteen and had gotten tired of all my friends talking about it; so I just "got it over with". Not a big deal. After that, I was pretty celibate as it was a bad experience. I didn't tell the guy I was a virgin, he just assumed I was really tight... anyway. Things got better when I graduated and got a job at one of the banks on town to save up money for college that fall.

I started out working as a teller, and one of the requirements was that you had to dress nicely. Well, nice to a high school graduate consisted of nice form fitting shirt and skirt (if not one that was a little too short). I had been gotten on a couple of times, but I had also caught the eye of an older loan officer upstairs. The first time I'd met him was when the loan staff had been having a meeting upstairs and the head teller took me around to introduce me to everyone. He just kept staring; I knew he'd be a problem.

Sure enough one day he asked me out to lunch. Not a big deal, just lunch with a coworker right? We went to a pizzeria and short of things to talk about I just sat there and played with my straw. Occasionally Steve would look over to me, his green eyes trying to sum me up. This was a bit awkward as he was thirty one and I was not quite nineteen yet. I turned my blue eyes toward my soda again and heard him laugh.

"You're so cute..."

After a couple of weeks of flirting around, he made his move. Instead of going to lunch one day he took me to his apartment and straight to his bed. Believe it or not, I wasn't as nervous as one might think and was completely ready for things to progress. I don't know, I suppose I just have a thing, or maybe it's a complex, for older guys. But I was ready to fuck him.

Ever wonder how it always ends up the girl is completely naked while the man still has clothes on? I think it comes from the older men knowing just how to do things, taking it slowly, letting the girl be the focus. I found myself lying on my back with Steve beside me and my 36C breasts in his face. This is one thing I've always been proud of; a size six waist and huge breasts. Apparently that's what he noticed, too. So there I was, lying completely naked next to a man who was twelve years older than me that I'd known for a few weeks. I was so ready for this.

He gently drew a circle around my nipple, making it stand on end then did the same for the other. It was obvious that I was going to be teased, and I was not used to this. I smiled as he hovered over me, then I went to help him unbutton his shirt to reveal a very muscular chest. I knew his arms were string; I'd laid my hands on them when flirting. Now that I saw them though, they sent a charge through me that I felt right in the core of my being and my pussy. I got wet at just the thought of those hands all over me and bit my lip in anticipation. Slowly, he leaned down to kiss my lips, but just barely brushed them before paying attention to my rock hard nipples. I grunted something, I think, and just pushed my body closer. This only made him leave the nipple.

By this time, I could feel some wetness seep through my pussy lips onto my legs which were still pressed together. I was going nowhere and it was apparent that Steve was in full control. When he leaned down to kiss me this time, it was hard and long. He pressed his body into mine and I could feel his hard cock through his pants on my leg. I think I was in heaven as he ran a hand lightly down my front to tickle the area of hair just above my pussy then back up to my face which he stroked gently. Before I knew it, he had shoved one of his knees between mine to get the open and he slid his hand in between them. 

Now, I don't think I need to remind you that I was fairly novice at this stuff, but I quickly knew what he was going to do. He kissed me one more time before he took his mouth lower, to my breasts. I wanted to tangle my hands in his black hair, but we both had to go back to work so I left it undisturbed and used it to grab the comforter as he massaged my nipples. He looked back up to me and one hand made its way to the hair just above my pussy; he was watching my expression but my eyes were already closed and my breath labored. Slowly his hand slid over to my thigh then back to the hair before going over to the opposite thigh. I could smell myself getting worked up and he'd not done anything yet. Slowly but surely his deft hand reached my clit which immediately hardened. He followed the trail down to my leaking slit and even went further to my asshole then back up to my clit. I moaned audibly this time and felt his mouth on my stomach as he moved himself between my legs.

He made little kisses all the way down to my clit then lightly flicked it with his tongue before paying attention to my aching pussy. He seemed to just sit there and enjoy my smell before I felt his tongue run the length of my wet slit, tasting my juices. I hiked a leg over his shoulder to push him down onto me. He must have felt sorry for me because he immediately thrust his tongue inside my cunt as far as it would go. I know I screamed then. He forgot about teasing me as he licked and fucked my pussy with his tongue like he'd not done it in a while. It was the best thing anyone's ever done and I thought that it couldn't get better until he stuck his finger inside me. I jumped in surprise but his tongue was unyielding on my clit. Before I realized it, he has two fingers inside me and nibbled on my pulsating nub.

Slowly, he removed his hand and I felt a little pressure at the entrance of my ass. Of course I tensed up, but he was persistent and his finger was quite lubed, so there was little difficulty. I almost exploded on the spot but he backed off of my clit to pay attention to my nether regions. 

"Turn over," he commanded softly.

I did as asked with my ass in the air and Steve underneath me. He still had a finger in my ass as he began to lick my twat again with a finger from his other hand in my now soaked pussy. Automatically, my hand reached for my breast and I began to twist my nipple. Two fingers in my pussy, he was making a 'come hither' motion hitting a spot that I'd only heard about. I'm glad that my face was smothered by a pillow or the neighbors would have heard me. I am sure I fucked his hands more than he was fucking me, but I couldn't help it. I had finally experienced an orgasm that was not self induced.

"Stay there," he said as he removed himself from under me.

I felt him get off the bed then heard the unbuckling of his belt and his pants hit the floor. He perched himself behind me on his knees and I felt the head of his cock against my throbbing pussy. With little effort it slid in and, as I'd never seen it before, I was very happy. I could tell it was big; a lot bigger than the boy who'd popped my cherry.

With slow motions he proceeded to stretch my pussy and bring me to another orgasm. I looked up and gripped the headboard for support but Steve reached underneath me, grabbed my breast and pulled me up to him. There I was, perched atop his dick with my head laid back on his shoulder. He touched my breasts, my stomach then my clit and slowly rocked us back and forth. Sighing, reached both arms behind me and around his neck which gave his hands free reign. He was an expert in the art of lovemaking. After a while of this, I needed something that was a little rougher.

I got off of him and laid on the bed, basically begging him to take me. He put my legs on his shoulders and was done with being gentle. With each thrust, he hit further and further inside my pussy and I was at last about to see the size of his cock. No wonder I felt like I was being ripped open; I doubted I could get my hand all the way around it. Just watching his rod pound me, my pussy juices glistening in the afternoon sun, all I had to do was reach down and stroke my clit to have one more orgasm. And that's all it took for him as well. Grunting, he slammed into me once more and I could feel his cock seizing inside me. He laid down next to me and we kissed gently.

"It's a shame we have to go back to work." I said.

It didn't take long for us to clean up and head back; we made sure it looked like we'd only eaten. Before we walked back into the bank he kissed me again with a promise for more in the near future.



Lunchtime Distraction



The wife hadn't given up any sex in several days, and I was feeling kind of horny. But it wasn't anything unusual, and I wasn't out looking for sex from another source. I'd gotten used to the fact that sex just wasn't a high priority with my wife. Twice a month seemed to be all she was interested in. So I read stories & looked at pictures on the Internet, to stimulate me as I took care of my own sexual needs. 

I'm the boss of a decent sized office, and I usually take my lunch. But occasionally I eat out, and when I do I try to avoid anyone from the office. It's kind of a mental health break for me. The Monday after Easter was a beautiful day, weather wise. It was sunny, and about 70 degrees, with very little wind. For some reason I turned South on Broadway looking for a fast, cheap, place to grab some lunch, and decided on this little franchise taco place. I'd gotten away late, as usual, and it was nearly 12:30 by the time I got there.

I got in line behind some idiots who didn't know what they wanted and couldn't make a decision. I just ordered the special and looked for a spot to sit where I could read my paperback book I brought with me. I find pulp novels to be a nice escape, to help me get my mind off of the day's events.

They gave me a number & I sat at a table and started to read. After a few minutes they called my number & I went up to get the food. I had returned to the table and was just sitting back down when I caught the flash of skin in my vision. I looked up, and at a table two rows away a woman was just sitting herself. She was scooting behind the small fixed table, and her skirt was riding up her leg, exposing quite a lot of thigh.

Once she settled, and sat with her left leg crossed over her right, I looked up to take in the rest of her. She was not a pretty woman. She had short, dirty blonde hair, which was styled rather haphazardly. She wore glasses, and she had a face that bordered on masculine. She was in her forties, possibly even 50's by her face. But those legs would have looked nice on any 30 year old. She was wearing a simple gold band on her ring finger, and a rather simple black dress. She had on fairly light hose, and I thought they must be pantyhose because otherwise I would have seen the top of her stockings, as high up a the dress rose on the one side as she moved.

She was also reading a book, a big hardback, as she ate her combo meal. I started to eat, but felt compelled to keep looking up at her legs. I could see up her dress, as her legs were crossed, nearly up as high as I envisioned her panties might be. I thought that the dress was awfully short for a woman of her age, but I wasn't sure how much of that was due to the fact she'd had to scoot her way into the chair.

I ate, and read, and looked at her legs. I estimated her to be about 5' 5", probably 135 pounds. I really couldn't see much of what her breasts might be, but the skin on her face and arms, looked old and weathered. She was dressed nice, but simply. I tried to think what she'd look like if she smiled, and I thought she'd look much better that way. I tried my best to will her to uncross those legs, so I could get a better look at her, but she just read & ate, totally oblivious to me.

By the time I was done, the place was practically empty, as it was near the end of the lunch hour. I just couldn't seem to stop looking at her legs. I thought, as beautiful as it is outside, I can't think of a thing I'd rather look at than her legs. So I sat, sort of reading my book, but really looking at her. She never looked up once while I was watching her. Finally I decided I needed to go, even though I really didn't have to get right back to work. There are certain advantages to being the boss.

All the sudden I was overwhelmed with a urge to speak to her. I didn't know her. I'd probably never see her again. What did I have to lose? But what would I say? The butterflies swelled up in my and I was almost dizzy with the excitement. It was like asking a girl out for the first time.

I took my tray to the trash can and deposited it. I took a circular route back to my table so that I was approaching her for as long as possible. I picked up my book and started for the door. Then I thought "What the hell! Do it!" I walked by her table and stopped. I thought that she would look up, and saying something about her book seemed like a good idea. But she ignored me. I didn't want to be a chickenshit, so I decided to initiate some conversation. But for some reason my mouth just blurted out what I'd been thinking.

"Excuse me. I've been unable to stop admiring your legs. They are incredibly beautiful". This was very out of character for me, but the words were out before I had a chance to think about them.

They worked though. The woman slowly closed her book and looked up at me. "I wondered if you were going to get up the nerve to say something. I saw you staring at me earlier."

"I apologize for being so forward," I said. "May I sit down?" She nodded towards the chair opposite her, so I sat. "This is definitely not like me, but I felt like I just had to say something to you."

"It's been a long time since a man has paid me that type of compliment. I'm very flattered." She was looking into my eyes as she said this, and I got the strong impression that I could take this further if I wanted. I've gotten this look from women in the past, but I'd never followed up on it for fear that I was reading them wrong. Then I would learn later that I had been right, but the moment passed. I determined not to pass it up this time. She didn't know me. If she said no, I'd have no worries about the future of our relations, like is always a problem at work.

"If you would give me the opportunity I'd like to give you more than just a compliment." I couldn't believe I'd actually said that. I waited for her to slap me, or yell at me, or get angry. But she just kept looking at me, with that same soft look in her eyes. "Do you have to get right back to work?" I asked.

"No. I don't work. I was just in this part of town to visit my girlfriend. I don't have any plans for the next hour or so." She was looking right into me as she said this. I swear I could almost feel the heat radiating off of her. My cock started to harden rapidly, my fear turning to excitement.

"Could you take a short ride with me? I do have to get back to work, but not immediately". I was almost holding my breath. And wondering "What do I do if she says yes?"

"I'll follow you" She answered. Then she scooted out of the chair and headed for the door. I saw her get into one of those big SUV's that are so popular these days. The thing sat way up high, and had darkly tinted windows.

I went to my little compact car and started for the park. I drove to this dead end area where people park to hike some trails. There were several other cars there, but there were no people in sight. I parked and she pulled in beside me. I was in the next to last stall, and she pulled in between me and the fence, that way no one was going to be on her passenger side.

I re-arranged my raging hard-on and started for her passenger door. My heart was thumping like crazy, and I wasn't sure what was going to happen next. I got to her door and opened it. She was sitting in the middle of the seat, and she'd kicked off her shoes, and put her glasses on the dash.. Either her dress had ridden up her thigh again, or she'd pulled it up. It didn't matter to me. When I saw that her light tan legs were exposed nearly up to her crotch I was overwhelmed.

"Turn towards me." I said, and she did. She turned sideways in the seat and brought her legs up on the bench seat of her SUV. Her crotch was nearly level with my chest, and the sun was shining in her door allowing me to see up her skirt. She knew it would. "God, you're beautiful" I blurted out. I couldn't resist and reached out to caress her hosed calves. She just kind of moaned and I stepped forward and slid my hands up her legs. Up past her knees, to her thighs, where I caressed and squeezed her legs. But I didn't stop, I slid my hands up as far as I could reach, under her skirt. I felt her panties, and slid my hands around her hips to cup the outsides of her ass.

"That feels so good!" she said, and I was encouraged. I knew her legs would be white. The hose gave them the illusion of being tanned. But I had to see her naked flesh, to touch her, not the nylon. I lifted her ass, and she raised it out of the seat to assist me. When it was up I grabbed her pantyhose and peeled them down off of her. While her ass was up, I pushed her dress up further, over her hips, which exposed her pussy to me. She laid back in the seat, I was starting to appreciate the size of the SUV.

I ran my hands down her legs, loving them, caressing them. I told her how great they looked, and felt. I took her feet in my hands, and kissed them, sucking on the toes. I kissed my way up her legs. I was crawling into the SUV, moving up her legs, kissing, licking, sucking. She had her right leg up now, bent at the knee and pressed against the seat back. As I moved up I felt her throw her left leg over my back, and I was face to face with her wide open pussy. It looked like most the pussies I'd seen, maybe a little less hair. But I could smell her excitement, and I was like a shark on a feeding frenzy. Her juices were blood in the water to me, and without a second thought I moved my mouth up to her pussy and began eating her as if my life depended on it.

I licked, I sucked, I stuck my tongue inside her. I rubbed my face in her wetness and soaked my face. I felt her hands on the back of my head, urging me on, but that was the last thing I needed. Soon I could feel her start to come, and I just kept after her. She pulled my face into her as she came, and her thighs squeezed my head. I loved the feel of being trapped in that velvet vise-lock.

She had come, but I was nearly frantic. I looked up at her, she was looking down at me too. Her face, lined though it was, was flushed with her sexual excitement, and she was smiling. "I was right" I thought :"She is much better looking when she's smiling." And I smiled broadly in return thinking that the reason she was smiling was because I'd made her. "I want to fuck you. Can I?" I asked. 

"You'd better" she answered, still smiling. I dropped back out of the SUV, not caring at all if anyone might be watching. I dropped my pants, and then gently lifted the edge of my underwear over the head of my cock. I'd leaked a lot of pre-come, and boy was I ready! I climbed back up in the SUV seat, and grabbed her by the outer thighs. I pulled her towards me, further from the steering wheel. 

My cock was sticking straight out, and I scooted in toward her where I was right up against her open cunt. She was looking at me, still with that smile on her face. I was looking down, and I grabbed the head of my cock and rubbed it around the opening to her pussy. Her clit was red and swollen, and when I rubbed my cock over it, she shuddered.

"You feel so good!" she said. "Put it in, I can't wait any longer!" She reached down and took my dick from me. I nearly came right there. It'd been so long since somebody else's hand was around my cock. But she wasted no time with me, putting the head inside her right off. She was tight, a lot tighter than my wife. It felt so good to be fucking her, and I told her so. I knew I was close, and I wanted it to last. I tried going slow, I was pulling it out as far as I could, just bumping her clit, then sliding it back in. But then she started getting off again, really thrusting herself up into me. It was wild, the wife never gets into it at all like that.

She started moaning that she was coming again, and I gave up trying to extend and started really pounding her. We were slapping together like wild animals, and I could feel her pelvic bone grinding her clit into me. Then I started shooting, and she started yelling, and damn, it was great!

It took awhile for me to come back to my senses. But I did. I pulled my dick out of her, and used my underwear to wipe it off. I looked at her, and she had the most relaxed, peaceful feeling on her face. I handed her my underwear to wipe herself off with. Then I pulled my clothes back on, and picked up her pantyhose from the floorboard. I brought them to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Can I keep these?" I asked.

"Sure." She answered.

Then I got in my car, and pulled away. But not before I made note of her license plate.



Lunchtime Drive



You call me at work one day asking me to meet you for lunch. Wondering what you have in mind, I leave a few minutes early and drive to your place. When I walk in and call your name you call me to the kitchen. Entering, I find you behind the counter closing a basket and looking at me with a strange smile. I ask you what the plan is, and you tell me not to worry, you've taken care of lunch today...

With that, you walk from behind the counter, passing me on the way to your garage. I watch you pass in amazement – you have on a skimpy top, tied just below your breasts, and a short skirt with a slit up each side. From the way they cling to you as you move, I can tell you're not wearing anything else. A pair of sexy heels completes the outfit, and your long hair is drawn back in a ponytail.

I follow you wordlessly out to your car, where you're just closing the trunk on your picnic basket. You toss me the keys and smile as you ask me to drive – you want to lean back and relax. I come around to open your door and watch as you step in; the skirt riding up just enough to give me a tantalizing glimpse of your inner thigh. I continue to watch as you sit down, and am rewarded with a view of your cleavage as you settle in. You look up at me knowingly as I close the door, and I can tell you have more than a simple picnic in mind.

As we pull out of the drive you ask me to put the top down so we can enjoy the fresh spring air. We continue with some small talk as you direct me through town, soon reaching the main highway. I ask where we're going, but you just smile and tell me it's a surprise. I find it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the road as I'm distracted by you. You have the seat tilted back and your eyes closed as you enjoy the road, but I'm attracted more to the way your skirt has ridden up on your firm thighs. I swear I can almost see all the way up it, if only the wind would catch a bit more. My eyes are also drawn to the way your halter is cupping your breasts, bringing them up so prominently and with the bottoms in clear view. Watching the other cars and trucks pass, I know a few of them can see you too...

After a few minutes of this, you start to draw the conversation towards more sexual topics – asking me what I've liked about our times together recently, telling me about particular moments and acts that you've enjoyed. I wonder what you're leading up to as you continue to become more graphic with your descriptions; telling me how you've enjoyed my tongue on your clit, or the way my cock fills your pussy when we're together. All the while, your hand is moving slowly up and down my thigh – the combination of your words and touch already making me twitch.

The next time I glance over, I'm even more shocked. You're telling me how much you enjoyed the last time we had sex in the shower, with the windows open where the neighbors could see. I look at you to see you with your legs spread even wider, the skirt bunched around your hips and your free hand caressing yourself. I can see even more than normal, as your pussy is shaven completely bald. You have a finger slowly circling your clit, and I can tell that you're already excited by the juices glistening on your swollen lips.  I continue to watch you touch yourself as you describe how hot you were to me, only looking at the road enough to keep from crashing.

As I look back at you again, I catch your eyes watching me in return. Smiling that special smile, you ask if I like what I'm seeing. Of course, I reply – you know how much I love watching you touch yourself. You continue to smile as I watch you slide two fingers inside yourself, moving them back and forth as I watch them get slick with your juices. Then you pull them out and meet my eyes as you bring them to your mouth, sucking them deep and letting me see you clean them. I'm speechless as you describe how much you love tasting yourself on me after I lick you, or on my cock after it's been deep inside you. 

A passing truck honks and draws my attention back to the road. You laugh as I jerk the car back to the center, while trying to keep one eye on you. Your other hand has moved to my groin now as well, rubbing on my already-stiff cock through the fabric of my jeans. At the same time you spread your legs wider, fingers back inside yourself as I hear you wonder aloud if any of these trucks can see what you're doing... Your hand smoothly pulls down my zipper, and you reach in to pull my hardness out, stroking up and down in time with the fingers in your pussy.

All I can do is lean back and try to concentrate on the road. You hear me groan with your touch as you continue to stroke, and my eyes dart between the road and what you're doing. After another few moments, you pull your fingers out of yourself and ask if I'd like a taste of my own. Wordlessly, I nod yes as you bring them to my lips. I suck them in greedily, your musky yet sweet taste filling my mouth. Mmmmm – you must be soaking wet, your fingers are almost dripping. As you pull your hand back, you use it to untie the knot holding your blouse together. It falls to the side, and now your breasts are revealed for all to see as they pass, tanned from the sun with hard nipples pointing out. I can see passing drivers stare in wonder; and I know at least one trucker passes and can see down at all that you're doing.

I don't know how much more of this I can handle, when suddenly you lean over. As your mouth descends, all I can hear is you telling me you have to have me now; you're so hot you can't take it. With that, I can feel your lips surround me. I can't help myself, the touch is so wonderful that I thrust up, filling your mouth with my thick cock. 

Your mouth starts moving up and down in a steady rhythm, while your tongue continues to slide its way around me. At the same time, your hand strokes the base of my shaft up and down in time. Now it's my moans that fill the car as I feel the wonders of your mouth working on me. Then, you surprise me even more – placing your knees upon your seat as you improve your position to suck me – while at the same time reaching one hand back between your legs to finger your wet pussy. There's no pretense at all now – anyone driving by can see what you're doing in the small car – your head bobbing up and down in my crotch, while your bare ass is in the air, hanging over the side of the car with two fingers deep inside yourself. I can see the passing drivers turn to watch, either in shock or appreciation at our actions, and one truck even gives us a loud blast of his horn!

God! I cannot believe how hard you have me; the image of your lips wrapped around my stiff cock as they work up and down, and at the same time your fingers moving in and out of yourself for all to see. You're so wet I can hear the sounds they make as you rub yourself. As you continue to stroke me, you take your mouth away for a moment, telling me how hot you are today, how much you enjoy doing this with everyone watching, seeing you suck me and finger yourself. How much you want to drink my cum and then have me take you here in public. Then, your mouth is back on me, sucking me deep inside while your hand jerks faster, milking me. I can barely keep control of my driving, the combination of sights and sounds overwhelming me. Hearing you moan deep in your throat as you bring us both closer and closer, the sounds of your lips wrapped around me and your fingers in your wet pussy; all are combining to bring me closer to the edge.

Finally I can't take anymore, and warn you that I'm about to cum. Yes, you tell me, give it to me; fill my mouth. At the same time you start moving your hand even faster on the base of my cock, jerking it into your lips sealed tight back around my swollen head. Your tongue circles quickly, and I can hear you moan even more as you bury your fingers inside your wet hole. The view finally brings me off and I start to shoot, filling your mouth with jet after jet of thick, salty sperm. Your hand continues to milk me as you suck harder, cum dripping past your lips as I continue to erupt. I can feel your body shake as you climax yourself, getting off on the public display and my own pleasure. I concentrate as much as possible on keeping on the road, reveling in the feel of my cock deep in your mouth as you continue to suck, and looking at all the people driving by watching your ass in the air and your fingers glistening with your juices.

You pull yourself away finally, taking a moment to lick up the drops which escaped your mouth. Then you come up and softly kiss me, as you bring yourself back to a sitting position. I'm speechless as you settle yourself back into your side of the car, still naked and idly rubbing a finger over your moist pussy as you direct me to continue to the park...



Lunchtime Fantasy



I was working at a somewhat well known, high quality beauty store. Every second I spent at that job was miserable. For the most part, the women who came in were spoiled bitches and just wanted their expensive shampoo. I was feeling particularly lonely and, admittedly horny on the day that you came in. Don't get me wrong -- my husband is an amazing lover, but I had pussy on my mind and wanted the sexual company of a woman this day.

You came in to get your birthday gift. I thought you were attractive. I liked your athletic frame. Your hips were narrow, but your ass was high, tight, and round. Your breasts seemed on the larger size, which is my preference, and I could see the top of your bra peeking out of the low collar of your shirt. It was lace, and I wanted to know if your underwear matched it. I was distracted while you were there as I allowed myself to think about your naked body and the naughty things I would like to do to it. The thoughts were fleeting, but they were present! Our conversation was straight forward, boring even. You took your birthday gift, made a small purchase and began to leave the store. As you left, you winked at me. An unexpected, but blatant energy of sexuality washed over me. My body reacted instantly! I felt a surge in my pussy and I know that if I had touched myself right then and there, I would've been wet! You left me, so to speak, at attention!

I had gone to the salon earlier in the week and had gotten waxed, and ever since had wanted to play with my new, hairless mound. About the time I began to fantasize again, my supervisor came out of the back room and told me to go ahead and take my lunch break. I decided I was too horny not to take advantage of an uninterrupted hour, so I drove the five minutes to my apartment and bypassing any actual food or normal lunchtime activities, got out of my clothes and onto my couch. I could always eat later!  

I lie on the couch, spread my legs. I am wet just imagining the fantasy! I close my eyes and rub my hands on my naked breasts and down to my pussy. I began to play with my slit, as I imagine our anonymous sex... 

The store is empty. The mall is closed. We are completely alone. I begin the traditional services offered at my store, and you accept. After I rub your hands and shoulders, I ask you if there is anything else you need. Completely disinterested in chatting, you begin unbuttoning your blouse. 

You say, "I think we both know what this is really about. Why don't we just get down to business?"

I sigh, relieved. I remove my shirt and bra. We are standing before one another, shirtless. Partially out of excitement and sheer horniness, I remove my bra, anxiously anticipating if you'll do the same. You do. It doesn't take us long to remove the rest of our clothing, and we stand before each other, completely naked. Your body is just as I suspected -- athletic yet shapely, and your breasts are gorgeous. It takes all the strength I have not to take them into my mouth immediately. You look me up and down. I am shorter than you and heavier with more curves. You smile and lick your lips. 

"I really like the looks of that tight little pink pussy of yours. And it looks so neat and clean. I think I need to rub it on my face," you tell me.

I am elated by your suggestion, but am also so impressed with your impeccable and straight forward request, that it was all I could do not to jump on you, tackle you, and sit right on her face! In an effort to control myself somewhat and savor the experience, I simply respond,

"Well, I love being eaten out. I think you should do that."

You sort of half laugh, and begin by grabbing by breasts -- and you do so with a vigor and commitment that got me even wetter. I am standing up. You kiss, suck, and lick my breasts. You tug on my nipples with your teeth and mouth. My nipples are erect, hard, and excited by your veracity in taking them. You then kiss, suck, and lick all the way down my body. You stop and carefully examined my clean, waxed mound. You run your finger up and down my wet slit, and slowly tease me with your fingers. You tell me, "I really like your beautiful little pussy." Before I can respond, you ravage it!

You grab it in your mouth with the same ferocious hunger as you did my pert breasts. I now understood your fierce disinterest in conversation! You were saying all you needed to say as you fuck my sopping wet muff with your tongue and mouth. I fuck your face and mouth and tongue, finding your rhythm as best I could. I am bucking my hips forward to the rhythm of your thrusts and licks. You take long, luxurious strokes with your tongue. I bend into these strokes and can't help but moan with ecstatic pleasure. You then suck on my clit and pussy lips, taking each as a treat you savor. All I can do is surrender and moan. You grab my labia and squeeze, spread them apart and take my clit closer to your face. You lick deeply. I lean my hips forward to take my clit into you as far as you can take it, as you roll and lap the little mound. I am close to orgasm now, but don't want you to stop.

"Don't stop!" I yell. "Please, don't stop! I love it! You're so good at eating me out! Please don't stop!"

You slap my ass and slap my clit and tell me to turn over. All I can do is obey. My anticipation so intense, I simultaneously want to come all over your face, but don't want the pleasure to stop. 

"Oh, God, oh, yes, oh yes." I moan and moan as you eat me from behind.

You stroke my back and my ass and slide your fingers up my slit and into my hot, wet hole. With your other hand, you grab my breast and squeeze my nipples. You fingered fuck me like a pro into orgasm. You know how to play with my clit just right. My orgasm is several waves of ecstasy and I buck, hard, against your expert fingers.

But still I want more! All I can think about is taking your mound into my mouth. I need you now! I dive my face into your wet pussy. I lap up your warm and salty juices and with my eager face, fuck you as hard and with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. I breathe into your mound, blow on it, and moan as I eat you. I just can't get enough of your snatch! You taste musky and clean. I grab your hips and pull your clit as far into my tight lipped mouth as I can. I roll it over and under my tongue, hoping I can give you half the pleasure you just gave me. I slide two fingers up and down your slit, and then deep into your hole. I fuck you with my fingers while I sucked on your tight clit. Not being able to control myself, I literally rub my face and nose all over your wet mound, taking in as much as I can. It is heavenly. The pleasure plural. I came as you begin to. I hold your hips and mound close to me as you buck and moan, and I make sure to drink every last drop of your cum.

I want to play with your breasts again, which are indeed bigger than mine. I assume they are a D or DD cup. The moment I saw them, I just wanted to rub my face in them, and so that is how I begin. I lick and suck your nipples and breasts. I take both of them in my hands. They are firm and soft, and I love how big they are compared to mine. If I am honest with myself, I am a sucker for big tits! We rub our tits together, really working our nipples together until all four of them are rock hard. You grab mine and I grab yours, and we sucked on each other a bit more. 

"I want to fuck your pussy against mine," I tell you.

I am enjoying taking the dominant role during this part, so I slap your ass and pull you close to me. I push you up against the table in the store, and helped you onto it. You grab my hand and help me up. We position ourselves into a scissor formation, both of us sort of on our sides so we can be at the same level as much as possible. We grab hands and began pounding against each other. It begins slowly at first. I really want to luxuriate in the feeling of two hot mounds against each other. I really enjoy the feel of the warm folds intermingled. I love how wet and slick we both are. 

"Your tight little pink pussy is perfect," you tell me. "I meant to mention that earlier." Your breath is short and your voice soft and husky from our energy. I am excited to hear your pleasure as you speak.

"You did!" I yell, and laugh, as we rub our wet twats in unison. We are really working up a frenzy, and I get more and more excited as you begin to moan and buck harder against me. We grind and push against each other until we both come again.

I am excited, exhausted, and generally spinning from the energetic fuck we just enjoyed. Still, I want more.

"I just want a little bit more of you," I said. "I can't get enough."

I grab your legs and pull them above your head. Your perfect pussy is now completely exposed and I munch and lick and suck it some more! I moan as I do so because I wanted you to know how much I like it. I lick and suck your clit while I finger your slit. This time, when I take my fingers into your body, I use three. I pump them up and down inside of you and you move your hips to accommodate and encourage my rhythm. 

"I want you to come on my face again!" I shout in my pleasure.

I remove my fingers and once again dive face first into your wet snatch. I roll your clit around between my lips, teeth, and tongue until we come. 

I lap you all up -- happy.

I finish my fantasy with a bit more fingering of my own slick mound. I go and find my favorite vibrator -- my long and thick purple dick with the clit stimulator -- and have a bit more fun before returning to work. I don't know how many times I got to orgasm that afternoon, but it was exactly what I needed.

I cleaned myself up and returned to work just in time. Needless to say, the rest of my day was much better!



Lunchtime Fun



Dawn arrived at the motel with Nancy already wet in anticipation of the fun to come. It was their lunch hour and Nancy, who had been wanting Dawn for sometime was also anxious to start sucking on her nipples and licking her pussy. They entered the room and to Nancy's surprise there was already someone inside. A black man sat on a chair near the bed calmly having a drink.

Dawn turned quickly to Nancy to explain. "Nancy, this is Shaun. I promised he could be here."

Nancy was taken aback. "You promised him he could join without asking me?!"

Shaun put his drink down and interjected. "No, she'd never do that, Nancy. I will not touch you unless you wish otherwise."

"Why would you agree to let someone watch us?" Nancy asked.

"That's easy." Shaun replied as he unzipped his pants and snapped his fingers. Dawn rushed to him, dropped to her knees and started sucking his cock. "She's mine." Shaun smiled and took another sip.

Nancy suddenly realized what was going on. "She's you sub, huh?"

He pulled her head off his cock and asked, "Are you?"

She looked lovingly in his eyes. "I am all yours, Master." She said and dove back to her duty.

Nancy was a bit flustered. "Maybe I shouldn't be here."

"Nonsense." Shaun argued. "You're here to fuck this slut and I know she's anxious to fuck you. In fact, we're wasting time talking about it. Have a seat on the bed."

Nancy hesitantly sat down still unsure about the situation. Shaun whispered to Dawn. "She wants you now, my pet. Go lick her pussy."

Dawn crawled quickly over to Nancy, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties aside and attacked her mound. Nancy thought less and less about Shaun and more about how good that felt. Tingles went through her body and her breathing got heavier. The sight of Dawn below her turned her on more and even Shaun's hard cock was arousing her now. She pulled Dawn up to her mouth and they kissed passionately. Dawn was so hot already. Nancy grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard and Dawn gasped. Dawn reached around and grabbed Nancy's ass and squeezed it. Soon the two were undressing each other and kissing and licking each new exposed area. Dawn latched onto one of Nancy's tits and sucked with wild abandon. Nancy kissed her neck and caressed her body. Her hand found Dawn's clit and started stroking it causing Dawn to suck hard and moan loudly. Dawn switched to the other tit and pushed her hips against Nancy's hand. Occasionally, Nancy would glance over to Shaun who sat quietly, cock erect, sipping his drink. He wasn't even stroking off. She kind of admired his control.

The two girls then crawled onto the bed and Nancy on the bottom and Dawn 69'd her. They began licking each other pussies while grabbing each other's asses. Nancy could not believe how well a novice like Dawn was doing with her pussy and Dawn was discovering that a woman really knew what it took to stimulate a woman. Nancy was better than her Master and that was no small achievement. Soon both women screamed from their first orgasms but didn't stop. The licking continued until Nancy noticed a shadow above her. Shaun was directly above her face. His cock was hard and in his hand and glistening with some lubricant. His other hand had some fingers up Dawn's ass. Nancy stopped licking momentarily, "I thought you weren't going to join."

"No, I said I wouldn't touch you….unless you wished otherwise. You. Not her."

Nancy was about to argue the point when he shoved his cock into Dawn's ass. She screamed loudly as an orgasm ripped through her and the juice poured onto Nancy's face. Dawn buried her face into Nancy with renewed fury and Nancy went wild. Any arguments with Shaun she had evaporated. His cock was bringing out a wildness in Dawn that Nancy was unaware of. Nancy came and then came again. Dawn's tongue moved in and out of her pussy like a cock. She paused to yell, "Fuck me! I am your slut!" and drove her tongue back in causing a third orgasm. Nancy squirmed and pushed her off. "Just-just a sec." She panted. "I need a break." She sat up and after a whisper from Shaun, Dawn came up and gently started kissing her again. Nancy had brought some dildos but couldn't help but stare at Shaun's cock. Shaun seemed to read her mind.

"Why don't you have her fuck you up the ass with a didlo? Or would you prefer the real thing?"

She knew he was playing with her so she went to her bag and grabbed a dildo bigger than his cock and brought it back to Dawn. "Fuck me with this, please." She turned and caught Shaun's gaze. "I need a real cock up my ass." Shaun's cock was by no means small but the didlo was bigger. Dawn hoped she didn't have to put it up her own ass. She had enough trouble fitting Shaun in. Dawn lubed the dildo and her fingers with Nancy's cum and put her finger's in Nancy's ass. First one then two then three as Shaun had done with her to get her open. Then slowly she pushed the dildo in. Dawn moved it slowly in and out deeper with each stroke. Nancy moaned with delight as she bent on all fours taking it in. She grinned at Shaun, thinking she had outdone him but he just grinned back. The didlo was ecstasy as was the feel of Dawn's hand on her ass and back. Nancy rammed her ass back in rhythm with Dawn's strokes. She would come again soon and she knew she wanted Shaun's cock in her mouth when she did.

"Bring you cock here." She ordered.

He smiled back. "You have to ask for it."

"Forget it then." She sneered but then watched him stroke himself. The expressions on his face were intoxicating. Her mouth watered. She heard a moan from Dawn who was obviously watching too. Shaun's eyes opened at the moan. "You want Master's cock in your mouth, my slut?"

"Yes, please Master." Dawn pumped harder at the offer. Nancy's hips bucked. It felt amazing. Shaun was moving around to Dawn.

Nancy stopped him. "No, please. May I suck it?"

Shaun smiled down at her. "But Dawn just asked."

"Please. I need it." Although she didn't want to say the next word she found she couldn't help herself. It was the mood or seeing and feeling how saying it affected Dawn or just some unknown need in her. "Master."

Shaun placed his cock by her face and she swallowed it up. She sucked it hard and fast wanted his cum in her mouth. Her orgasm was approaching fast but when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head to him and pumped she came instantly. She worked furiously at his cock and soon he unloaded into her mouth. Dawn was immediately in front of her kissing her and sharing the cum with her.

"Turn around." Shaun ordered. She quickly did showing her ass to him. "Lick Dawn's pussy." Dawn rushed around and lay down so Nancy's face was between her legs. She started licking spurred on by what just happened. What she didn't expect was that, even though he had just cum, Shaun was still hard. He rammed his cock into her cunt and started fucking. "You're just a fucking slut too, aren't you?" he asked.

"She lifted her head long enough to say, "Yes, Master." Dawn was moaning and twisting with delight.

"You both are a couple of cheap whores."

"Yes, Master." They replied in unison. Both were being turned on by his words. Giving into him made them hotter.

"My whores. My bitches."

"Yes, Master."

Shaun slapped her ass and she squeaked. He did it again and again and she enjoyed the pain. Dawn screamed above her as she climaxed and Nancy was not far behind. Shaun's cock was doing magic to her pussy and she soon came in a torrent. As her pussy closed on his cock he unleashed a load into her. She began to settle down but he forcefully pushed her off and turned her over.

"Lick her clean, slut." He ordered Dawn and she fell over Nancy and started licking his cum out of her. Shaun came around to Nancy's head. "Lick me clean, bitch." He ordered and she dutifully started cleaning his cock with her mouth. Nancy climaxed again before Dawn was done cleaning her.

Shaun went over to his drink and finished what was left. "I have to go. Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

"Yes, Master." They said answered in unison. Nancy didn't know if she meant it or not but knew she wanted to do this again. Dawn was upset it was over so soon but realized that they had actually spent too much time and would be late returning to work. She knew it was worth it though.

"Next time we'll use restraints." Shaun said.

"Yes, Master." They replied both getting excited at the idea.

He came up and gave each a passionate kiss. He was an amazing kisser. "Good-bye, sluts." He said walking out.

"Bye, Master." They answered in unison.

Dawn and Nancy smiled at each other and kissed.



Lunchtime Lesson



I wrote this a couple of years ago, and reading over it just now, it seemed worth submitting. I hope you enjoy reading it, and please, let me know what you think of it!

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"OK class, there's only an hour until lunch is over, so let's get right into it. Take everything off - there's no point in being shy, everyone's gonna be naked."

"When you're ready, get out the oil you brought and get your partner to rub it all over you, starting from the shoulders. Guys, I wanna see you all nice and hard - you get to come first today!"

"OK, keep rubbing, but pay attention to me. Partners, take your forefinger and thumb and make a circle with them, like this. Now, use the circle to rub the base of the head of the cock, up and down. See? You don't need to move more than a couple of centimetres, and start off with the circle really loose."

"Guys, tell your partners when to back off and when to go harder. I don't want to see any come until ten minutes are up from when I say go. When your partner tells you he's starting to orgasm, move the circle right down to the base of the cock and clamp over the urethra."

"Hold on for as long as the guy wants. At the very least, feel a few throbs before you let it go. I want the come spraying your partner's body. Guy/guy pairs, see if you can both come at the same time. Girl/girl pairs, come down the front to the cupboard and grab your favourite toy - just one each! Get up on the plinth with your fannies facing the class - I want you to try and make these boys come before the ten minutes are up!"

As there were two girl/girl pairs, four girls came to the front. Three of them chose clit massagers - I was pleased to see this as at the beginning of term, they all went for slim dildoes. Danica, the fourth girl, was a slightly overwieght girl with glasses and an out-of-date bob haircut.

She had consistently been the most advanced and daring girl in the class, though, and I couldn't wait to see what she'd choose. To my disappointment, she picked out a clit massager very similar to that of the other girls.

Once they took their places on the plinth (only Danica on her knees, facing away), I called out, "Go!"

I scanned over the class to check how they were going. The four guy/guy pairs seemed to be doing the best, working up to a gentle rhythm quite quickly, whereas the girls seemed to be a bit more awkward, taking longer to get it just right.

By about halfway into the ten minutes, everyone was going along pretty well. Nobody was talking, but there was what can only be described as the noise of twenty hands rubbing twenty cocks, underlaid with some heavy breathing (mostly on the part of the guys).

I started making my way around the class once there were about three minutes to go, starting with the guys that looked very close to orgasm. I whispered in their ears for them to hold on a little bit longer. The rest of the guys I quietly told to start getting ready to come.

By the time I'd finished my rounds and gone back to the front, there was about half a minute left.

"OK guys, thirty seconds until you can come. You don't have to do it right on the ten minute mark, but try and orgasm no less than a minute after it."

"Alright, ten, nine, eight . . ." I could see three of the guys in the girl/guy pairs were already in the midst of a climax, but their partners were clamping down around the base of their hard, red cocks just as instructed, stopping any semen from spraying out.

". . . four, three, two, one, COME!" Four more guys had started to come during the countdown, and again, the noise can only be described as seven cocks jetting sperm onto their partner's body. The guys who had come so far were still those in the girl/guy pairs, and they had all ejaculated onto the girls' breasts.

I looked around at the various girls - all their tits, from perky little A and B cups, right up to big, heavy, swaying breasts, were covered with varying amounts of semen.

I looked to the front to see the first guy/guy pair coming in earnest, spraying each other's stomachs with their hard, bright red cocks.

The rest of the couples began to come all at once, the gushing noise even more obvious this time, as ten cocks jetted their hot sperm all over their partners' stomachs and chests.

The four girls on the plinth at the front were going pretty hard now - Danica had redeemed herself in my eyes by using the massager not on her clit, but in her arse. She was on all fours and not touching herself at all, just gently swaying.

"OK, you four up the front, stop please. Not you, Danica, you can keep going. I know it's difficult to stop now, girls, but it'll make you come much much harder later on. That's good."

"Now, everyone gather round at the front here, it's time for a demonstration." While the rest of the class moved down to the front, I went and stood behind Danica.

She was still swaying gently, seemingly lost in the pleasure brought on by the little vibrating bullet.

"Right, everyone. In a minute I'm going to make Danica come. Danica, is that OK with you? Everyone is watching."

Danica nodded her head up and down in time with her swaying.

"Can everyone see Danica's lips and clit alright? No? Danica, please move your knees a little bit further apart. Is that better? Good."

"Now, everyone can tell quite easily when a guy's coming - he tenses up, his cock goes into spasms, and most obviously of all, he ejaculates!"

"Women come in exactly the same way, except for ejaculation. Women can ejaculate, which is something I'll teach you later, but they don't need to in order to have an orgasm. I'm going to use a clit massager to make Danica come, and I'd like you all to watch closely."

"Danica, if you can, I'd like you to describe what you're feeling."

I grabbed one of the massagers the other girls had been using, and moved it onto Danica's clit-hood, causing her to let out a surprised-but-pleased sounding "Oh!"

I kept it steady on the hood as her clit swelled, protruding quite obviously.

"How does that feel, Danica?"

"Mmmmm, it feels fantastic!"

"Can you be a bit more specific about the sensation?"

"Ummmm, OK . . . you know when you have an itch, and then you scratch it? It feels really good, right? But if you scratch a bit too hard, it starts to hurt. Well, this feels like it would if you scratched harder, but it didn't hurt."

"That's the best description I've ever heard! How does the rest of your body feel?"

"Well, I'm starting to get wetter, and I can feel the air on my pussy as it gets more sensitive. My nipples are getting really hard, too, if you can't see them!"

Those within view of Danica's tits murmured their assent.

"OK Danica, what would you like me to do now?"

"It'd be really good if you could flick the thing down onto my clit, then back up onto the hood a few times. Press a bit harder too. I'm starting to really feel like I want to come now - you're not going to stop are you?"

"No, I won't stop until you're totally satisfied. You've got to have some compensation for displaying yourself to everyone like this!"

"Actually, I really like showing off like this! I don't think I've ever been so horny!"

"That's even better! You should really be able to show these guys what a good orgasm is like."

I moved the massager down to her clit for a couple of seconds, then back up to the hood. I did this three or four times, pressing a little bit harder on the hood each time.

"See how her lips are much bigger and redder now? And every time I touch her clit directly, you can see the lips swell a little bit. How does it feel now, Danica?"

"It's getting really good now . . . every time you brush over my clit, I can feel a wave of, I dunno, pleasure I guess, right through my whole cunny. I'm getting to the point where I'd have to go on and have an orgasm, no matter what. It feels really great, knowing that I'm heading for that point of no return. With the thing pressing harder on my clit-hood, like it is now, it's more of an all-over feeling, rather than the pulses that happen when you touch my clit."

"What you've just described is what a lot of women have thought was an orgasm. It's very pleasurable, but it's nothing compared to a full climax. Would you say that's right, Danica?"

"Mmmmm, yessss! Just flicking my clit like that feels great, and I could do it for hours, but it's not as . . . um, fulfilling, or satisfying as really coming hard. Plus, an orgasm really does feel a lot better than this - quite similar sensations, but I dunno, much much faster, and the feelings are like thirty times stronger. Talking about it makes me want to get there - I want to show you guys!"

"You're doing brilliantly with the descriptions - I'm sure any girl who's ever had a real orgasm will know exactly what you're talking about. Now, we'd better start making you come - what would you like me to do to take you over that point of no return?" 

"Keep it directly on my clit, keep on moving it from the top of my fanny and up over my clit, so it kinda flicks it on the way past. I'll try and keep telling you what I'm feeling, but it might start getting difficult to talk!"

"Right, here we go - you'll be coming like nothing else really soon. Try and let us know when you pass that point of no return, and make sure you tell me whether to go faster or slower."

I started to flick her clit like she'd told me, silently pointing out to everyone how her lips were pulsing even more obviously now.

"Ohhh, that feels sooo good! Every time it goes over my clit I get a huge tensing and relaxing feeling. Go a bit faster, I'm just about there . . just . . about . . . just . . . ohhhhhhhh god, just about . . . yeeeeaaaaahh, I'm past, I'm past, I'm past! Fuck it as hard as you can now, fuck me, fuck me fuck me!"

Her hips started to buck, pushing herself up harder against the massager, her lips covered in moisture now, and occasionally parting to give a view deep inside.

"I'm so close, fuck my clit, fuck it harder and harder and harder! Ohhhhh god, I need something inside me, put something in, put your cock in, please!"

"I want you to come first, Danica, then you can have something inside. Have you ever had multiple orgasms before?"

"Nohh, oh, oh, I've wanted to ooh, ah, but I've always run out of energy to keep doing myself. Don't slow down!"

"OK then, I want you to concentrate as hard as you can on coming. You let me worry about keeping your climax going, once you're really really over the edge into constant orgasm, you can have something inside you."

"OK, god I'm nearly there! I'm nearly there - hold it still on my clit . . ."

I did so, and Danica's whole body tensed up as she held her breath and started to come. All her muscles were taut, her lips tightly closed. The massager she'd had in the whole time popped out, shooting out onto the floor.

This obviously took her completely over the edge, as her whole body seemed to relax. Her lips opened up wide for about half a second, then quickly clamped shut again as the cycle of the orgasm took over her body.

They stayed tensed up for over a second, then relaxed again, her open vagina dripping her juices out over her clit. Her face was screwed up in concentration as she tried to stay relaxed for as long as possible, which she managed for about half a second again before another, bigger spasm took hold of her.

"Danica, I imagine you'd normally stop touching yourself about now. I'm going to keep this on your clit, though, just tell me if it gets too much. Everyone's seen you coming now - what would you like to go inside you?

"hyour! unh! hcock!" She said, in between spasms.

I was incredibly hard from watching her, and climbed up onto the plinth behind her, keeping my left hand and the massager on her clit. She was working up to a true multiple orgasm now, her spasms getting faster and faster and closer and closer together.

When she was tensing and relaxing about four or five times a second, I knew she was almost there. Suddenly, she let out a cry of pleasure, and her body relaxed again. While her vagina was wide open, I put myself into her as far as I could go.

I knew it would be only a matter of seconds before she started to spasm again. Just as I'd got myself blissfully inside her, my cock was alternately gripped and released rapidly by her first multiple orgasm climax. I pulled out again until the head of my cock was surrounded by her lips, then slowly and gently pushed back in. It felt fantastic, pushing in against her orgasm.

"Danica, are you OK? Does it feel alright?"

"Mmmmmmm, love it . . . cock . . . coming . . . coming . . . fucking . . coming . ."

Some women are a bit freaked out at their first orgasm of this kind, but Danica was absolutely loving it. I resolved to keep her there as long as I could.

"OK, class, I want to see the rest of the girls coming like this - grab a guy if you were part of a girl/girl couple and go for it! I'm sure you can see how good it is! Guys, if anyone wants to get inside me, please grab some oil and jump up here. You four guys that are left can do whatever you like. Just make sure you ask first if it involves someone else."

Just after I'd finished speaking, I felt something hot, slippery and hard push into me, then slowly start to thrust in and out.

I could see that everyone around the room was completely into it after Danica's display, and I couldn't have been having more fun! The weekly teachers' lunch-hour sex classes I'd started just a month ago were really paying off!

Whoever was inside me only managed a few thrusts in and out before I felt his hips push right up against my buttocks, and a gush of hot liquid deep within me. He pulled out straight away, and I felt another warm spray on my balls as I pulled back from Danica.

She was coming just as hard as before, if not more so, and I was in absolute ecstasy. Just as I was thinking it would have been even nicer if there was still a cock in me, I felt another, bigger guy push his way deeply into me. He went all the way in quite easily due to all the liquid down there, and it felt absolutely divine as he slowly drew back out again, until he was completely out of me.

He started again, and I was becoming more used to his size by now, so by the third or fourth thrust he was able to go in and out quite fast. I started to time it so that I was pushing into Danica as he was pulling out of me. The rhythm this set up was incredible, and when I was at the end of an outward stroke, I looked back over my shoulder to try and see the cock as it entered me.

It was fantastic to see, but what was even better was that another of the guys was fucking this one in the reverse rhythm to him fucking me! Even better still was the third lying under the second, his cock moving in and out as the second guy fucked the guy who was fucking me!

The sight and thought of this pushed me right over the edge, and I came extremely hard, thrusting myself as far inside Danica as I could while my whole body spasmed.

Danica obviously enjoyed feeling my sperm jet its way into her, letting out moans of pleasure as I started to pull out. She was still coming really really hard, so I motioned for the guy inside me to pull out and keep her orgasm going strong.

His penis was substantially bigger than mine, and it looked as if it wouldn't go in at first, but Danica experienced another of her relaxed phases, allowing him to get about halfway in before she began yet another climax. The look on his face, combined with the noises he was making made it plain that he was loving it.

I was already rock-hard again from watching this, and since all the girls were on their way to orgasms like Danica's, I went around to the end of the plinth and stood behind the guy lying down. His buttocks were right on the edge of the platform, so lifting his legs and putting them over my shoulders, I pushed my cock into him.

He hadn't had anything in there today, so it felt deliciously tight. My cock was still covered in my own come, ensuring a smooth, slippery feeling for us both. He was lithe enough to be able to get his cock between his thighs and my stomach as I leaned forward onto him.

I love women, but the sensation of this guy's cock moving over my stomach, pressed there between his thighs, was like nothing I have ever felt before. Combined with my cock moving silkily back and forth in his tight hole, I was in heaven!

Since I'd already had a really good orgasm, I wasn't in any danger of climaxing any earlier than I wanted to. The guy I was inside was a different story though - I could feel that he was already past the point of no return. Somehow, being inside him, combined with the feeling of his cock, told me just what he was feeling.

There was a kind of fluttering spasm underlying the incredible hardness of his cock. He was obviously at that fantastic stage of orgasm - just before tipping over the edge into complete release - where everything just feels so good! It's the kind of feeling that women who have multiple orgasms (just like Danica) describe, but if you're a man, it's incredibly difficult to stop yourself from going over the edge.

This guy seemed to be one of those lucky (or skilled) few who can make that sensation last for more than a few minutes. As I realised he'd been hanging there on the edge for quite some time (long past the point where I would have ejaculated), I became indescribably turned on! I don't know why, but I became completely focused on making this guy come - making him lose his control and ejaculate.

I started to thrust harder and longer, at the same time pressing his thighs tightly together and into my stomach and chest. His cock was now virtually clamped, and would have been impossible to move if not for the liquid in there. I knew I was beginning to have an effect on him when I saw his face tense up, as though he were having to concentrate even harder on NOT coming.

This only served to strengthen my resolve, and deepen my desire to see him uncontrollably orgasming. I redubled my efforts, which by this time were bringing me a lot closer to my own climax than I had expected to be. Very soon, I started to forget all about him, and concentrated purely on reaching my second orgasm.

I bucked my hips and pushed my cock in and out, and just at the very second I was feeling that delicious feeling that you knw will be followed by come gushing out, I remembered about him. I tensed my whole body up in order to hang on the edge a bit longer, my cock throbbing inside him.

Just as I started to tense and relax with my ejaculation, he did exactly the same thing. I felt several INCREDIBLE hot jets up my stomach and chest as he came, and for a while, our orgasms were synchronised. It surprised me (even in my sexed-up state) that a simultaneous orgasm could feel just as good with a man as it did with a woman.



Lunchtime Picnic



What a wonderful lunch we had yesterday. I loved surprising you at your office. I could tell when I knocked on the door and it slowly opened that you were surprised to see my silhouette with a picnic basket full of unknown temptations. I heard you breath in deep as you still found me new and exciting. I must admit the day was warm and my little black and white checked sundress left little to the imagination. The see-through quality of the fabric and my bare legs slightly kissed by the new spring sun made you grow anxious inside, I am sure of that. I have been with you long enough to know what you are thinking.

I could not wait to sit with you. I dropped the basket on the floor, closed the door and crossed your office to your lap. I gently dropped myself down while your arms encircled my waist and we kissed deeply drinking from each of our emotional wells and inhaling our natural scent. Your hand slipped down from my waist and slid under my dress to rest momentarily on my hips. I love the feel of your hands on my bare skin, it makes me so tingly and turned on. Your hand went up my back further and we kissed longer. Our embrace was so comfortable and strong that I felt myself start to waver and feel heady.

In a moment our "hello" was relaxing, your hand dropped back down and came out from under my dress. You then reached up and with both hands untied the strap behind my neck that held up my bodice. As the straps fell, my breasts were revealed to you. You could see that I was already very turned on, my nipples were very hard. You gazed at me and I felt hot under your look. It is amazing that every time is like the first time with us. My breasts yearned for your touch but after only a cursory gaze you reached under my dress and began pulling off my underwear. I had to lift my dress up a little higher and rise up off of your lap to assist you. As I moved around and shifted my legs and weight you noticed my pussy lips covered by a fine down of blonde hair. As you pulled my underwear off with one hand you freed your other hand to lightly run your fingers from the bottom of my lips up, just lightly teasing me. You felt the heat and moisture that had began when I saw you looking at my silhouette in the doorway. The feel of your hand made me squirm and giggle and you smiled at me and kissed me again.

With your hands at my waist you lifted me up to the edge of your desk. I leaned around and helped push things out of the way so that I would have plenty of room, I knew what you wanted. You pushed your chair back ever so slightly and spread my legs and gazed at my pussy which was by now shiny with moisture. You licked your lips, leaned forward and lightly & softly kissed my pussy before running your tongue between my soft yielding lips. You then teased and licked me without going near my clit. I sank back with a sigh, softly breathing your name with pleasure until I was laying down on your desk with my legs on you shoulders. I reached down with my hands and placed my fingers on my lips to spread them further to help and encourage you to my most sensitive spot. You knew what I wanted and toyed with me some more before you concentrated on my clit, sucking and licking until I was breathless and moving my hips in ecstasy.

With one hand you placed two fingers inside my swollen and hot pussy and used your thumb to continue stimulating my clit. With your other hand you unbuttoned your pants and brought out your cock. While slowly removing your fingers you stood up and brought your cock close to my pussy and placed your hand on the side of my hip.

By now I was wondering what you were doing since there seemed to be a pause, so I raised back up and with one hand on your shoulder and one hand on the desk I looked lovingly at your wondrous cock. I pulled you to me so that we could kiss while I reached down to stroke you. Your cock was so beautiful and hard and had almost a life of its own with a large drip of your juice ready to slide down the length. I touched the end where the moisture was and used it to slowly stroke the head. I tried to pull it closer to my hot pussy. My lips were screaming to be wrapped around it while my pussy sucked it deeper.

As we continued to kiss passionately you allowed me to help you place your cock right at the entrance and press slightly on my swollen opening. Slowly and easily you moved it in very small circular and back and forth motion up between my lips, lightly pushing them apart. My hand and fingers felt your head against my soft wet pussy lips as I used my fingers to stroke myself while we continued to enjoy our kiss. My pussy lips and clit felt your head the whole length of it as you gently stroked and teased me with it while we kissed. I was all the way at the edge of the desk and my pussy was screaming for you to enter me.

You placed the head at the velvet opening again and applied the appropriate amount of pressure to slide all the way in. I watched you slide in and gasped out lout when you reached the end as I could feel the pressure that your cock's head made inside me. You only turned my head back up and pulled me closer for another harder kiss. I had both of my arms around your shoulders and neck holding you so tightly.

There was a knock on your door and you whispered, "Did you lock the door?"

I giggled slightly and said, "Oops," while you hissed, "Fuck!"

You shouted at the door that you were busy and to come back later. You then looked down at me as if to scold me but instead you began to pull out.

"No baby" I pleaded. You placed your hand over my mouth and pushed your cock back in. Again and again you plunged into me. I reached down with my hand to feel you sliding in and out and my hand became covered in our love juice. You took my hand away and made me lay back down on the desk and with both hands on my hips fucked me harder and harder and harder. I was breathless and wanting more. I spread my lips with one hand while you continued to fuck me. I used my fingers of the other hand to tease my clit and stroke the silky juice between my lips.

I started to feel myself begin to cum and moaned in ecstasy.

"Ohhh baby, I am ready, cum with me" I softly cried.

You continued to thrust in and out of me while my pussy contracted all around your cock. You felt me cumming and it only fueled you to push harder and deeper into me. The juice and wetness was flowing out of me with each stroke you made and each moan of ecstasy I gave until it was dripping down your balls.

When I was almost finished cumming you continued thrust between my lips. I could feel the head of your cock growing bigger and harder. You then pulled it out and with an ecstatic fierceness your cock pulsed and spilled its cum all over my belly.

"Next time," you said "Lock the door!"



Lunchtime Pranks



The sun was hot on Mellissa's face. Lunchtime could be so boring, just a break that had to be taken but at least she had managed to wait long enough that the day was almost over. Watching the people in the street was fascinating. She liked to imagine the places they had been, the different lives they led, painting pictures in her day dreams that lifted her day from the humdrum to the exceptional. 

She saw the girl first. She was tall, maybe 5' 10", very slim, with short spiked blonde hair. She was wearing a very short black skirt, slightly flared and pleated every inch. Her legs were covered in flesh colored leggings, fashionably worn into holes in all the right places giving a punk appearance. Her top was a vest and thin enough so her bra less breasts showed clearly through the white cotton. Her nipples were hard as bullets. Her feet were adorned with red patent doc martins and Mellissa felt her pussy twitch in approval. 

The man was approaching from the opposite direction. He was at least 6 foot, muscled but still slim and the dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a tee shirt. Mellissa thought him nice enough, not spectacular but beddable. Then she saw 'it' and her whole body convulsed. There laying along his thigh for all to see was the outline of the most enormous penis she had ever imagined let alone seen. The girl saw it at the same time as Mellissa, stopped in her tracks and stared very obviously. The man tried valiantly to step around the girl but she shimmied right and left till he was forced to stop. The girl was smiling broadly and immediately started to talk to her new acquaintance in a very animated fashion. Mellissa strained to try and catch the distant conversation or even manage to follow the movement of the girl's lips but found it almost impossible. The few words she understood made no particular sense, but certainly carried the essence of subject. She saw 'wow', 'huge' and 'cock several times and was certain that 'fuck' was liberally spread throughout. The man was reddening decidedly and when the girl reached down and squeezed the cloth covered sausage both he and Mellissa jumped like startled fawns.

Her phone buzzed, not for a call but a text. Mellissa glanced down just momentarily then looking back up saw the girl, dragging the man by the hand heading straight for her.

"Hey cutie can I use your phone to call a cab?"

Mellissa didn't quite know how to respond.

"It's OK, I won't steal it babe!"

Mellissa valiantly tried to say something but couldn't help but sneak a glance at the front of the man's pants.

"Oh, I see, you seen it too. It's a beauty isn't it. Going to take this bad boy home and ride that motherfucker till it splits me in half. I might manage to get it in my ass. Fuck that would be amazing."

Mellissa handed the girl the phone and swallowed hard and loudly.

"Hey look your pretty cute, you want to come and make up a threesome? You look like your game for a good time! My name is Jodi and this is Brett."

She reached down and squeezed Brett's huge appendage again.

"It's OK I checked, it's all genuine meat."

Mellissa sat in the cab squashed between Jodi and Brett. The ride to Jodi's apartment was just over 20 minutes and Mellissa spent the whole journey wondering how she was going to explain her absence from the car dealership.

"Don't worry baby, just say you got sick. Tell them you had some bad sausage, not like the really good sausage you going to get soon."

Mellissa was beginning to get used to Jodi's humor. Yes it was crude, but she had soon realized that behind the coarseness was a very intelligent resourceful individual. The appearance, both physical and psychological was a disguise, a way of hiding the depth that lay below the surface. 

"You think you can take that monster in your ass Melly baby? I know it's going to stretch me like fuck. I am going to gape for a week!"

Mellissa fidgeted in the seat. She could feel her pussy walls beginning to ooze with excitement and her clitoris had already left the safety of its hood and the tip was pressed hard against her lace boy shorts.

"You and me will put on a bit of a show for Brett first. You like sucking on a nice juicy cunt don't you? Once I get these thighs wrapped around your ears you're going to be in pussy heaven."

Mel's shorts were soaking already when Jodi reached across her and started to stroke the length of Brett's outlined monster.

"This is going to be better than the biggest strap on I have ever taken. Fucking delicious."

Jodi lived in a second floor apartment in a renovated warehouse. The building was obviously very up market with a really swanky reception area leading to the resident's elevators.

"Good afternoon Miss Jodi."

The receptionist smiled knowingly at all three as she spoke.

"Any complaints about screaming are to be ignored please Rachel. We are going to party for a bit."

"Of course Miss Jodi, forewarned is forearmed."

The elevator doors had hardly shut before Jodi's hand slid up Mellissa's skirt.

"Mmmmmmm, you got a river flowing down here baby."

Jodi managed to slide a finger under the edge of Mellissa's boy shorts easily and began to stroke her already swollen clitoris. The doors opened far too quickly Mellissa found herself staring at an elderly couple waiting to enter. Jodi noticed and started to giggle.

"Sorry Mr. and Mrs. Wainright just couldn't wait." 

Rather than look shocked the couple seemed not at all concerned.

"You enjoy yourself Miss Jodi. You're only young once you know."

Mrs. Wainright finished her sentence with a huge wink and reaching forward squeezed Mellissa's left breast hard.

"Very nice my dear young lady, very nice indeed."

Jodi dragged Brett and Mellissa by the hand down the art lined corridor that lead to her apartment.

Mellissa had seen interiors like this one in magazines but had never expected that Jodi's apartment would be quite so lavish. The door opened into a huge living room with lofted ceilings and two whole walls of picture windows looking out over the cities panoramas. The floor was covered in white marble tile; throw carpets in a wonderful hue of slate gray highlighted the upholstery of the spectacular orange semicircular sofa that lined the length of one wall. On the left a flight of marble stairs rose to a balcony that extended back to goodness knows where. Under the balcony Mellissa could just distinguish a bar and another equally exquisite seating area.

"Let's all have a drink. I do like fucking after a nice drink."

Jodi led them over to the bar and putting three shot glasses on the counter filled them with very expensive looking tequila. 

Brett and Mellissa looked at each other and downed the golden liquid in one. It burned a little, but not in an unpleasant fashion and the warm glow in Mellissa's stomach soon began permeating to her brain. Jodi poured another round and the second shot was swallowed with consummate ease. Jodi walked around the bar and took Mel's wrists in her hands. Holding them tightly she kissed Mellissa hard, full on the mouth. At first the kiss was awkward, but as the tequila in Mel's belly began to do its work and her lips parted a little Jodi's tongue slipped inside beginning to dance an erotic flamenco around Melli's mouth. 

Jodi's' hands released Melli's wrists and reaching behind grasped her ass tight pulling the cheeks apart as their pubic bones ground together. Mellissa felt the wetness in her panties begin to soak the thin lace and knew that soon the moisture would start to trickle down her inner thighs. She felt her knees buckle a little and without thinking thrust her hands down the back of Jodi's skirt. She could feel the heat from Jodi's sex immediately and pushing her hands deeper found the already soaked rear of her vaginal slit. Without a hesitation Mellissa's finger tips slipped inside.

"Too many fucking clothes."

Jodi began to strip frantically. Mellissa followed suit.

"Fuck you hot!"

Jodi's hands cupped Mellissas freshly released breasts before sliding down her stomach to spread her pussy lips wide. Mellissa gasped as her fingers found the head of her clitoris and pinched it gently.

"Like it a bit rough do you baby? Nice!"

Jodi pushed two fingers into Melli's already dripping vaginal canal and began frigging her fast and deep.

Mellissa was so close to cumming. She could feel her cervix beginning to descend as the insistent onset of orgasm began to ripple through her body. Jodi must have felt her sex tighten because she immediately dropped to her knees and took Mel's swollen clitoris between her teeth. Mellissa felt herself start to squirt; hard repetitive gushes of amber fluid arced from her urethra to enter Jodi's waiting mouth. Jodi lapped and swallowed ecstatically, taking every drop she could produce with an unquenchable thirst. Mellissa felt Jodi's fingers on her ass, probing, teasing, then the delicious sensation of her index finger sliding deep into her anal canal. She came again immediately almost sliding from the counters edge to the floor in her orgasmic throws. 

It was then Brett placed his huge member in the palm of her hand. She shuddered, feeling the heavy hot love tubes weight and began to slowly pull his foreskin back and forward over the huge gland. Jodi was eating her deeply, her tongue penetrating to its full length like a slippery wanton snake. There were two fingers in her ass now, stretching and opening her sphincter with every thrust. She squatted to open herself completely, wishing the thrusts could reach deeper into her bowel.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

It was all Mellissa could manage to say before her cunt and ass gaped in unison with an orgasm she had only ever dreamed could exist. Finally slipping totally to the floor she sat, back pressed against the bar totally spent. Jodi immediately moved just sufficiently to take Brett's mushroom head between her lips and began to massage his sac. Brett groaned and started to thrust his cock deeper causing Jodi to gag a little as the head jammed into her throat. Jodi released Brett's sac with one hand and began driving three fingers in a stabbing motion into her own swollen sex. With a shudder she released a stream of pee and ejaculate that splashed against the white marble floors before forming in an oval pool between her knees and Brett's toes. 

Brett howled like a wolf as he shot a full steaming load of semen into Jodi's esophagus. The force caused the protein starved Jodi to almost choke as she valiantly tried to swallow every portion of the silky essence of his being. Releasing his twitching cock from her mouth she lent sideways to kiss Mellissa deeply on the mouth. The taste and scent of Brett's cum was heavy on her tongue and Mellissa swallowed the tainted saliva eagerly bringing herself to another crashing orgasm.



Lunchtime Quickie



He always sent her an e-mail right at the middle of the month and it always left her gasping for breath and wet. He had one day, to liven up their sex life had told her to look out for an e-mail from him and she had obediently. He had appeared at home at lunchtime and they had done it in the sitting room of their flat. After that first time it had become a sort of habit though she was now prepared for it, often in her satin nightie waiting for him in their bed and he just threw off his clothes and jumped into bedside her. Both always looked forward to it, as it was exciting since they had a limited amount of time before he should be back at his office, with lunch over.

For once she didn't want him to find her in the normal place and instead prepared herself a bath, putting in a few drops of oil into the hot water as well as scattering flower petals on the surface. She sank into the water to wait, her hair up so it didn't get wet. She closed her eyes in expectation as she heard the front door open and then close. She heard her husband call out, "Claire, are you in?"

She remained quiet though she wanted to giggle. She heard his footsteps fade as he headed away from the ajar bathroom door and into their bedroom. She heard then return as well and pause outside the bathroom door.

He could smell the bath oils Claire liked to use and he frowned as he peered round the door, asking as he did, "What are you doing in there?"

"I thought we'd do something different, add a twist to it today." She smiled at him and then she ran a finger down from her lips and down to her cleavage and down to her opening. He closed his eyes for a moment, fantasising about what she was doing under the oily water. Her fingers returned up her body and then she slowly stood. He stared, blinking his eyes only once. Just seeing her rising up out of the water like Adrophite was turning his body on fire. He had forgotten what she had looked like as he stared; sure he wasn't looking at the right woman, his wife. She looked like she had when they had first married and he only realised that then as normally their bedroom was in darkness or semi for the middle of the month. She smiled lovingly at him.

She reached across once she had stepped out of the bath and undid his trousers so they fell about his ankles. She could see his cock already rising under his pants and to tease it she brushed her mound across it. He closed his eyes and moaned. She smiled and then pushed him down on to the toilet seat where she then drew down his trousers. She knelt in front of him and took a soft hold of his rising cock. She ran her hands down it, and tickled at his balls before running her hand back up it. She could feel the heat rising in it and with a smile bent over it to take it into her warm wet mouth. 

He closed his eyes and moaned as he tried to restrain himself. He pushed himself into her mouth, wanting her to take him there and then. She let him in and then as he pushed into her mouth again she tasted his pre-cum and released her suction like hold on his penis.

To get herself ready she rubbed at herself with her fingers. Watching her he gasped for breath, trying to restrain himself still from exploding out all over the floor, though he was already leaking. It had always been him in control but as he watched he knew he was going to have to let Claire have control more often, he was getting more pleasure out of it than he had ever had from just him being in control. Feeling herself soaking her fingers she held her lips open and then lowered herself on to his erect cock, she straddling him. He moaned as she took him as far as she could, wrapping her arms round him and getting his shirt wet from her wet skin. 

His hands held on to her damp skin, almost clawing at it as he tried to push up into her but she was in control and she was the one doing the work, rising up and down his cock, working it. He kissed her breasts and she closed her eyes and moaned. She arched her neck and he kissed her throat, searching for her lips as well. He pushed into her as hard as he could and she responded by pushing down on him. He moaned into her breasts, rousing her up.

He wasn't ready to stop and he stood, she slipping off him. He gestured her to lie on her back on the floor and he knelt on the floor between her legs. He drew her up over his penis and rammed into her as she withered in her agony of pleasure. Feeling himself losing his hardness he slowed and then let go of her and stood, wobbling slightly as he sat himself on the toilet seat. He gasped down at her while she lay there gasping straight back. He mumbled, "Woman, why didn't you tell me you were so good?"

"Never had reason to."

"You are going to have to take control more often I feel." He replied with a shake of his head in his disbelief. She smiled and answered, "If you want."

He nodded and then smiled down at her, feeling himself becoming aroused again as she looked so innocence and helpless lying on the tiled floor of their bathroom. He bent and picked her up and shuffled towards their bedroom as his trousers and pants were still around his ankles. He kissed her softly as he lay her on their bed... 



Lunchtime Rendezvous



I woke up this morning the same way I went to bed last night, with you on my mind. My stomach feels a little nervous at the thought of getting to see you again. After our first encounter, as brief as it was, I waited and wondered if I would here from you. I was pleasantly surprised when I did. For I was attracted to you the minute I saw you standing there in the midst of the crowd. And that attraction only grew the closer I got to you and the longer I stood near you. 

Over the span of several weeks we have grown to realize that there is a mutual attraction between us. And, we finally decided that we would like to see each other. We agreed that we would meet for lunch. Although, I think we both knew it would be more than that. But, then again, we would be in a public place so what could happen? Right? Right.

So, where was I? Oh, that's right. It was a sunny day outside. The temperature was quite nice. It was a perfect day for a nice little drive. The ride wasn't bad at all for I had the thought of seeing you again going through my mind. With the music playing, my thoughts started to drift. I kept wondering if you were feeling a little nervous or if you were anticipating this meeting as much as me. Or maybe a little bit of both. 

When I finally reached my destination that is when my nerves really kicked in. I went to the ladies room to make sure that I looked presentable for you. I was a little early, so I decided to wander around for a while. There was a little place with some books, so I took a gander. But, I made sure to keep track of the time. The time was getting close now and so I walked over to the pub where I was supposed to meet you. I stood there for what seemed much longer than the actual ten minutes I was there. Suddenly, I glanced up and there you were. You looked just as good, if not better than you did the night I met you. A different attire as well. I will never forget what you were wearing that day, because you looked so handsome. I bet you didn't think women really paid attention to things like that. You looked over, noticed me and gave a little nod of your head. So, I walked over to greet you and we went inside to be seated. 

The lady seated us at a table in the corner. Just beside the only bathroom in the place. We started your usual chitchat and then you started to talk to me about some of the things you do for work. I remember thinking to myself that I could have sat there for hours and just listened to what you had to say. Because, contrary to what you might have been thinking I found what you were saying to be interesting. The waitress came over to take our order. After she walked away, I remember looking around the place. It was packed. While we waited for our food to come we continued with our conversation. I can't even begin to tell you what was coming out of my mouth. I was going crazy thinking I was just across the table from this guy whom I was totally attracted to. If only you knew how wet she was. How bad she wanted to feel your touch. I kept wondering if you could tell how nervous I was. Because I know I was a bit fidgety. I looked up to see the waitress walking over with our order. That was great because I was feeling pretty hungry regardless of my nerves. So, while we ate the chatter kind of died down a bit.

After she came back to take our plates away I was thinking how nice it was to have lunch with you and get to know you better. And, I was thinking how I had hoped that maybe some time I would get to see you again. When suddenly you leaned across the table. Your face just inches from mine. You have to understand that I didn't even think you were thinking about anything like that. I figured we had a nice lunch together and that was that. It almost seemed like a little switch clicked inside of you. You got this devilish look in your eye and gestured towards the bathroom door. I was thinking, "Oh my god, he really wants to go in there with me!" 

Now, let me remind you that we are in a small pub and this is the ONLY bathroom in the place. I know you could tell that I did really want to go in there with you. I started to get a little more anxious at the thought of being alone with you. And you leaned closer and put your hands on the sides of my face. You noticed how my body temperature was heating up. Yes, I was definitely feeling a bit flushed at the moment. I mean, come on now, here I am sitting across from this incredibly nice looking guy. And he wants to go in the bathroom with me in front of all these people, and do what? You kept telling me that nobody would even notice. But, I had never done anything like this before in my life. I kept saying to myself that I should just do it. How much could possibly happen in that bathroom? Boy was I in for a surprise. So, back and forth we went. You saying, "Come on" and me not knowing what to say. Suddenly I felt very shy with you. But, inside I wanted you more than I could express sitting at the table.

Finally after sitting there for a few minutes while you seduced me over the table, I gave in. I couldn't hold out anymore. We stood up and walked in the bathroom and as I turned around I could see you locking the door. You walked over to me and started kissing me, without any hesitation. It felt a bit awkward to me for just a second. I was shaking and my heart was pounding. And, then I remember thinking to myself that this feels just as good as I thought it would. I had dreamed of kissing you for so long now. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, we looked at each other and laughed a bit and then tried to walk out like nothing was going on.

We went outside the pub and started walking. I had no idea where you were taking me. All I knew was that I wanted more. That anxious feeling settled in again. We found this building and took a walk inside. It had a bunch of little shops in it. Don't ask me to remember, because all I was thinking of at that moment was of being alone with you again. You asked a lady where the bathrooms were, and she directed us. We went into the ladies room and you locked the door once again. This time I didn't care if anyone came knocking at the door. They could use the other bathroom if they wanted. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. It felt so naughty but it felt so good. It was all you! You are a very sexual man. And at that point I think you could get me to do anything you wanted me to do.

All at once I found myself up against the wall and we were kissing again. I wanted you so bad. My panties were so wet with anticipation. I remember feeling a little weird all of a sudden and started to resist a little. You grabbed hold of my hands. Just enough. That alone turned me on more than I think you realized. I remember our bodies pressed together and our breathing getting heavier. I could feel how hard you were getting. My hand started to roam down towards your pants. I started to undo them and slide my hands inside. I let my hand wrap around your cock. I could feel the heat emanating from you body. You knew what you wanted and I wanted it too. I pulled your underwear down and crouched down in front of you. I remember how I was feeling the second my lips hit the head of your cock. I wanted to taste you. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to give you pleasure. Because, gives me such pleasure and turns me on even more. I had my left hand on your right thigh and the other one on your hardness and my mouth sliding up and down your shaft. 

Your legs were shaking. I wanted to make you cum. So, I licked you from bottom to top. I slid you in and out of my mouth faster and faster. I found myself looking up at you for a brief moment. I like to see visually how I am making you feel. Your face looked so intense. You asked me if you could cum in my mouth and I didn't answer you. I figured I didn't need to respond. I just kept on taking you in and out of my mouth. Between the long anticipation, my wet mouth and sucking you off faster and faster, it wasn't too long before I could taste you. I loved the feel of your body right before you came. The sounds you made. How it seemed as if every muscle in your body tensed up. And then suddenly, release!! 

Mmmmm I will always remember how you taste. You pulled up your pants and I remember walking over to the mirror to see if I looked in some sort of order. Leaning against the sink I was thinking how I would love for you to fuck me right then and there. Maybe next time. We walked outside and I was saying to you how I believe fully now that you are the devil incarnate. Because, I couldn't believe what I had just done. I wanted more. You had to go back to work, so we said our goodbyes. I was thinking to myself, until next time. One can only hope...



Lunchtime Rendezvous



DISCLAIMER

This is a continuation of a story and will contain details about a couple exploring the world outside of their bedroom. This means that swinging/open marriage is involved and if you do not agree with sharing your spouse please stop reading now and don't bother to comment. We all have opinions but if you don't agree with it then we don't need to hear the same old comments. 

To those of you who have made suggestions I really appreciate the feedback. To the select few who have written to me directly I would like to thank you. It means a lot for taking the time to send me a note with your thoughts and suggestions.

This is a continuation of my first to submissions Open to Change and Bumpy Road Ahead but are not required reading for this story. 

Lunchtime Rendezvous

As I finish putting my soup into my lunch bag Jane comes into the kitchen with a sheepish smile on her face. I smile back, "Have fun today," I say as I close the lid and zip it up.

"Oh, I will," she responds as she moves up to give me a hug and a kiss.

"I want to hear all about it when I get home." I look into her eyes and can see the excitement sparkling back at me. "You nervous?"

She pauses "No," and then slightly shrugs her shoulders, "but I think I will be when it gets closer to the time."

"Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised that you will be nervous at that time." I hug Jane tightly to reassure her, "You'll be fine." I separate from her embrace and grab my lunch bag.

As I heads towards the front door I turn around and state, "Make sure to turn on your Google Latitude app like we discussed." One of our agreements is that we always know where the other person is when meeting someone. This is more of a precaution since we meet the person at least once before we take it to the physical stage. 

"I will," she smiles and then turns around to start to get the boys lunch bags packed for them.

I head to the door and ponder, This is really going to happen. I can't believe my wife is going to fuck another guy. Her first time being with someone else besides me is going to happen in a few hours. I put on my shoes and grab my keys hanging from the hook. "See you tonight." I shout as I open the door and head off to work.

It has been two months since we opened up our marriage. Jane has been chatting with Gary regularly and they finally found time to meet. With both of their schedules being so busy and us having kids, it has been a matter of timing. It's going to be over Jane's lunch hour, but it will be enough time after the long build up for the past two months. 

Tossing my bag into the trunk, I hop into the car to head for work. Thank god it is only a short drive or I would go stir crazy thinking about their rendezvous and what will happen. It is going to be a long day and I hope that I can keep busy so not to think about it.

******

"So they're at the house", my phone chirps as if I have not been thinking about it all morning. 

"Yep. You okay?" I started chatting with Gary's wife Amber shortly after this all started. They have been doing this for a few years and having her as a sounding board has made it easier. Plus having another in the same situation allows you to ask questions that you just can't ask anyone else that does not know our lifestyle. We have also sexted a few times so there is a hint that I could end up fucking her.

"Yes. Little excited. How is work going?" I can't just talk about what is happening, it will make me get more anxious. As it is my stomach has been in knots all morning with the anticipation of it being over. The excitement and anticipation is like waiting for you wildest dream, and then knowing that it is going to happen shortly. I never thought I would feel this way, then again I never thought I would be in this lifestyle either.

"Good, although working on my performance reviews. Not my favourite thing to do." 

"Yeah. They are a pain." I have always had a bad taste in my mouth regarding performance reviews. They always are very judgemental and no matter how you perform, even if there is proof that you did an outstanding job, it can always be twisted to be against you. 

We chatted for another half an hour about anything but what was actually happening. It helps pass the time and also makes the waiting go by faster. Luckily my good friend Jason stops by asking to go for a smoke a few minutes after we stopped texting. I basically jumped out of my chair and said "YES". Heading towards the stairwell he notices that I am unnaturally quiet. 

"You okay? You going to Jitsu tonight?" he asks with a casual smile. Jason never really could come across as serious since he is always happy. He makes me laugh with his schoolboy excitement about everything even at his age. Not saying that he is old but he reminds me of highschool the way he is so excited. It also helps that he damn good looking so he can get away with a lot more than I could.

"Yes. Well today is the day," I reply with a smile. Although I think he also saw the slight excitement, anxiety and worry in my voice. 

"Really?" he replies in a surprised tone.

"Yep, right now." We get to the stairs and notice some people coming up them so we quietly head down until they were out of earshot.

"They are at the house right now over lunch." We get to the door and swipe our cards to get out and hands me a cigarette from his pack as the door closes behind us. Luckily, after a quick glance around, no one else is outside so we can talk more freely. "It is weird, since I am not upset or mad, but actually excited. Wanting to know what is happening is driving me mad."

"Well, it is weird. So you are going to Jitsu tonight?" trying to change the subject again, he lights his cigarette and takes a drag. "You really should go since you haven't gone this week. And if you don't go it means that I will be that much further ahead in training then you."

"I doubt I will be going tonight. Want to find out the details. And, " pausing briefly, "Plan to fuck my wife," as a smile lights up my face. "One of the things is that we tell each other what happens. It is nice being open so that we don't hide anything."

"Fucking weird if you tell me." At this point the door opens and more people come out so he starts to chat up the girls saying that we are going to Ju Jitsu tonight and that they should come out and try it. Once you understand Jason you get used to him speaking what is on his mind. It can make for some very awkward moments but he is a honest guy and speaks from his heart. Of course that can also work against you depending on who you are chatting with. I couldn't just blurt out my thoughts without knowing the impact. Then again I am slowly changing myself, hell I am letting my wife fuck another guy right now.

Finishing our cigarettes we head inside and back to our desks. Jason chatted on and on how I really need to go to class tonight to get a workout. Honestly I would love to go but my thoughts are focused on what is happening at my house right now. More for knowing how it went as well as wanting to fuck her myself. And going into class not being focused is dangerous since you could get injured if you are not careful. 

Even after she told me all the fantasies we have been fucking like rabbits every day so tonight will be even hotter than usual. Actually the sex has gotten better every time we do it. We seem to be exploring and finding more about what makes the other tick. Granted you would have thought that being together over 16 years would have brought this on, but it seems different now. More open, raw and passionate.

"I will talk to you later, need to get some work done and get my mind off it." 

"Okay but you are going to Jitsu tonight. Jits for life!" Jason shouts. He smiles and heads off to his desk as I steer myself to my desk deep in thought.

*****

"Heading back to work," my phone chirps. My phone says 12:56 pm so she will be a bit late getting back to the office. Doubt her boss will know since she is not always there anyway. Still, I don't want to have questions raised or worse, other complications with her work.

"K, hope you had fun." I respond, wanting to ask more but knowing that I will get the full details when I get home. 

"Yes I did. ttyl" as she punctuates the message with a smiley face blowing a kiss. 

I respond with a wink and then get back to work. Surprisingly the afternoon goes by fairly quickly since a few issues came up that actually had me thinking more about the solution then anything else. When the time comes for my shift to end I pretty much fly out the door to get to my car so I can get home. I wanted to see evidence of their encounter, which may sound weird, but it is one way for me to deal with the events that happened over that hour. I have to know, to see for myself that it actually happened.

Hitting every light on the way home, which is only a short distance away, didn't help. I had the music cranked in the car as I sang along to Shinedown trying to keep calm. Pulling into the drive I manage to park the car and unplug my phone from the radio. Collecting my bag from the trunk, I briskly walk up the drive to the front door.

Kids are entertained as I close the front door, one on the DS and the other watching TV. At least they are busy so I won't be interrupted. I quickly drop my bag at the door and drop off my coffee mug in the kitchen as I proceed to go up to the bedroom.

As I approach the bedroom upstairs, I recall that the bed was made and another comforter was on top to separate our blankets. I walk into the room and it looks the same. Nothing really seems disturbed so I head to the bathroom. In the trash can there is an open Trojan condom package. Well he used protection, which is one of our agreements.

The realization of Jane actually getting fucked by another guy hits me. To this point it has been talked about as a fantasy and now it is a reality. We have talked about this for months now since she first approached me in doing this. The thought of another guy sliding his cock into my wife and fucking her has my cock beginning to get hard. This is another thing that I am not used to is that reaction of the fantasy. Glancing around the bedroom one last time I head back downstairs to the kitchen to get dinner ready. 

My mind begins to go over the thoughts of what happened a few short hours ago up in that room. I then start to think about Amber and what it would be like to have another woman after so long being with Jane. This does not help my cock stirring in my pants, so I try focus on what to make for dinner to get my mind off of it with little success. By the time Jane gets home dinner is almost ready and my cock is aching to have some attention.

As she walks into the kitchen I can see the sparkle in her eye and she moves in to give me a hug. Wrapping my arms around her I pull her in tight and my cock goes erect almost immediately with her touch. She laughs and gives me a kiss, "Guess you happy to see me?"

"Ummm, Yes. Didn't you notice?" I reply with a sheepish grin on my face. Wanting to ask her more about what happened today but as I am about to pose the question, our youngest walks into the kitchen. 

"What's for dinner?" he asks with the cutest smile that only a young boy can give. It is that smile that keeps him out of trouble for the most part.

I separate from Jane and head over to the oven, "Chicken and fries, but you already guessed that didn't you?"

He giggles and runs back into the family room to finish watching TV. The oldest blurts out, "Told you so!"

"We will talk later when there are less ears around." She gives me a quick kiss on the lips and then heads over to the boys' school agendas and quickly goes over them as the beep of the oven goes off. Dinner is ready so I should feed the starving boys. It is going to be a long night, as I glance over at Jane seeing her almost glowing from here. Yes, a very long night.

******

Explosions fill the room as I quickly dispatch another tank with my RPG. It is so calming that I can turn on my xbox and blow shit up to relieve stress. It also gets my mind off the activities of earlier today involving my wife. I can't sit around and wait and do nothing so blowing shit up and trying to improve my stats in the game helps in some degree to keep my mind preoccupied. 

I hear footsteps on the stairs and can tell it is Jane by the way they sound. She appears at the bottom of the stairs out of the corner of my eye and I shift my feet off the bench so that she can easily pass by me to sit on the other end of the couch. I return to my normal position and continue to play my game, not trying to be impatient and but waiting for a signal that she is ready to talk about the events that happened with Gary and her.

Pulling her laptop out and turning it on was not what I wanted to see, so I glance over at her and notice that she is looking at me while it boots up. "Soon," she says and then looks back at the login screen on her laptop as she types her password.

"Okay, but I am not going to be able wait much longer", I mutter as I just died from another player knifing me in the throat. "Shit," I curse as I wait for the respawn timer to count down so I can join back into the fight. 

She chuckles, "Having a good game, are ya dear?"

I glance over at her and smile, "Just wait til the boys go to bed," as I turn back to my game. "Then we shall see how good a time WE can have."

Quickly hitting the x button on the controller and I am back in the game racing around trying to find anything to shoot at. Was he better then me? creeps into my thoughts as I turn a corner and get shot point blank by another player. Respawn again and with seconds I am killed again. My mind is not focused now, not with her sitting beside me having all the power in the world over me and I am helplessly waiting for the details. I pull up the menu to the game and select quit. Turning the game off I flip over to the videos and select streaming movie trailers as background noise. Don't need to focus too much and might find something that we haven't seen or heard about.

"So you had a good time? Was it what you expected?" I questioned. I can't wait any longer, the boys are upstairs but I have to know.

"I was good. We really didn't get past the front door before he pulled me into him and we started to kiss. Surprised we kept our clothes on long enough to get upstairs." She shifted a bit with the thought of what happened. "We did stop long enough to go upstairs and into the bedroom. We both undressed, although I am not sure who was faster."

"I can believe that," I commented, "After waiting that long I am surprised you made it upstairs too!"

"He then laid me down on the bed," she continued, " and proceeded to eat me out. Not that he needed to since I was soaked by the time I got home. After a short while I couldn't take it anymore and told him to fuck me as I passed him a condom. He ripped open the package and pulled out the condom which I then took from his hand. I reached for his cock which was standing at attention and I slowly rolled out the condom over his cock."

"You put the condom on him? Interesting... you've never done that with me. Then again you are usually bent over so I can fuck your ass," my cock is starting to get hard listening to all of this and I am not sure how I feel. Excited? Horny? It is weird hearing about my wife telling me that another guy was about to fuck her and I am getting very excited, to the point that I want to rip her clothes off and just fuck her right there. 

I move a little closer to her and she lifts up the laptop from her lap and puts on the end table as she closes the lid. As she is about to continue the story our youngest bounces down the stairs to say good night so we each give hugs and tell him good night and remind him to brush his teeth. 

"I will," he quietly states and then heads back upstairs.

I look at Jane inquisitively, not wanting her to stop her story and she continues, "he then has me roll over doggie style and fucks me." She pauses and then continues, seeming to relish the experience again as she is telling me it. "He then pulls out and we do it missionary till he blows his load." She looks at me, try to read my expression which at this point is pure excitement. "He pulls of the condom and disposes it in the bathroom then comes back into the bedroom. We cuddle for a bit and chat about nothing in particular. I then feel his cock starting to get hard again so I go down on him. Before I know it he stops me saying that if you keep doing we will have to fuck again and that we will be late for work. I didn't realize it was that late," she says with a slight pout. "So we get dressed and head downstairs where we have long kiss goodbye and head out the door."

For the second time in so many months I am a bit speechless. Not sure what to say I just sit there quietly trying to collect my thoughts. Jane can see that I am trying to absorb what she just told me. "You okay?" 

"Yes," I pause for a second, "actually very horny right now, and curious," I gather my thoughts quickly, trying to sort them into a cohesive sentence and can only come up with an easy one. "Will you want to see him again?" 

"Yes I would, although I wish we had more time to explore. " She looks at me puts a hand on my thigh, "Lunch time is really not enough time to play." She slowly slides her hand up towards my engorged cock.

"And you enjoyed yourself?" I ask even though I think I have asked this question enough over the evening. Feeling her hand sliding up my thigh also has my mind starting to go numb and focusing more on her hand then the topic that we have been discussing.

"Of course," as she moves a bit closer and slides her hand onto my thigh slowly sliding up to my bulging pants, "but I plan to enjoy your cock tonight too!," Her eyes almost look like a tiger ready to pounce. The lust in her eyes almost practically has them sparkling. I can almost sense her licking her lips with anticipation of having my cock in her mouth. What has happened to my quiet timid wife? When did she become this ravenous woman who wants cock all the time now?

"If you go a little higher with your hand," calmly stating a fact with little success, "You can see how much I am looking forward to you playing with my cock too!"

She slides her hand up and places it over my cock, feeling how hard it is through my pants. "Yes it seems that you are awake." As she leans forward to give me a kiss the stairs creak with my oldest coming down to say good night. I slide back a bit and shift my legs to hide my erection since it is forming a tent that is pretty obvious to anyone looking. Smiling she leans back to her side and waits for our oldest to come give us hugs. 

Thank god he is so tall since the hug is more of a shoulder bump and he didn't notice my hard on. Jane gives him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek and says good night as he heads off to bed. I glance quickly over to see that he is heading towards the stairs and then look back at Jane. She has the "fuck me" eyes glittering at me. She wants a cock and I damn well am going to give it to her. 

I don't know who moved first, but I doubt it was more than a few seconds after he is halfway up the stairs that we both were in each others arms, our tongues searching, prying our lips open to kiss. Our tongues swirl around and tease each other as I pull her in tight to my body. The emotions over the past day heightened my senses with every touch feeling like a shock of electricity running through my whole body. Sliding my hands up and down her back as I separate from her lips and start to nibble on her neck. I smell a slightly different odor and realize that this is Gary, the man who had his cock inside of her that day and it surprised me that I could actually smell him. It also made my cock harder, which I didn't think was even possible.




Lunchtime Rendezvous



My hands trace her back, sliding up and down her spine. I feel the bra strap as I slide up her spine and wonder how to get this off. I have never taken a bra off, one of the charms that I have. The woman always seems to know when it should come off and do it for me. I ignore the bra strap and continue up to her hair and grabbing a handful, I pull it gently. She lets out a soft groan as I slide my tongue around to the front of her neck. I trace my tongue up to her chin and back to her mouth. My tongue traces her lips and her mouth parts slights as her tongue reaches out to mine. I pull away and reach for the bottom of her shirt and lift it over her head. She raises her arms and it slips off easily. She lowers her arms and reaches behind to unhook the bra strap and slides it off, exposing her tits with her nipples hard and erect. 

My mouth goes for a nipple with a hunger. Sucking and teasing it with my teeth as another groan escapes her lips. Her hands reach up to pull my head closer to her tit. Shifting my focus on the other nipple with my mouth, my fingers now teasing the wet nipple and squeeze it firmly. My pants are bulging with my hard on. Sliding my hand down to her pussy I can feel the heat radiating from it, knowing that she is soaking wet and wanting more.

She reaches for my pants and feels my stiff cock throbbing to get out. She gently pushes me back onto the couch and slides her hands under my pants. The precum has soaked my underwear and her hand slides over my swollen member. Groaning, I close my eyes as she hastily slips my pants down to expose my cock and admire the reaction she is having on me. Her mouth descends onto my cock taking just the tip with her mouth she traces it with her tongue. I shift slightly, groaning again form the sensation. She wraps her hand around my shaft and slowly pumps up and down as she focuses on the head of my cock bobbing up and down in a rapid motion.

I slowly start to pump my hips in rhythm with her movements, fucking her mouth. She removes her hand and starts to take all of my cock with each stroke. I look down and at her and see her attacking my cock trying to get me off. I don't want to finish in her mouth. I've been aching to have my cock in her pussy all day. I need to taste her and see how wet she is.

"I want to taste you now!" I exclaim as she sees the lust in my eyes. She leans back and I almost rip her pants off of her and toss them to the side. I can see the gleam of moisture on her pussy lips. I lean down and lick the lips gently and she squirms with anticipation. Lifting her legs a bit higher so I have full access to her pussy I bury my face into it. My tongue finds her clit and starts to circle it. Her hips start to gyrate and grind into my face wanting to more attention. As my lips go around her clit I suck it up, feeling how hard it is getting and hearing the groan escaping her lips tells me she enjoying this.

Rapidly flicking her clit I can feel her hips pushing up into my tongue. Her hand slides down to my head and holds my head so as to say don't move, keep going. My finger slides up between her pussy lips and she squirms with excitement. Needing something in her she pushes up towards it as I slide just outside her damp hole. Slowly coating my finger in her love juices it travels the full length of her pussy. Finally inserting it into her wet hole, slowly, as a loud groan escapes her lips. Feeling her g-spot already starting to get hard I start to massage it slowly. 

"Right there," she whispers as I start to pump my finger in and out, hitting the g-spot with each thrust. My tongue is doing circles over her clit and then sliding up and down along it. Her hips are moving in sync with my actions and her breath is starting to become more rapid. Doubling my effort since I love it when she cums in my mouth. My tongue protests the constant flicking her clit but I ignore it. Nothing beats that experience being so close to the pussy as it grips your fingers and the woman arches her hips with her climax.

"Don't stop, " she says louder as she bucks her hips into my fingers and face. I can feel her muscles squeezing around my finger and I slide another finger into her pussy. Letting my other hand roam up to her tits I pinch her one nipple hard and hold it. "Oh god!" she exclaims as the goes over the edge and arches into a strong climax. Whimpering and breathing heavy I keep pumping my fingers out, not wanting to let her to come down to fast. Lifting my face, I can see the look of lust and exhilaration on her face. She weakly smiles at me and closes her eyes for a second.

"Now I am going to fuck you!" I proclaim as I help stand her up and have her kneel on the couch. My rigid cock is dripping with precum and aching to be in a pussy. Jane is soaking wet from her orgasm and my cock slips and slides all around her pussy. My fingers slide down and get coated in her juices as I slip my fingers up to her anus and slightly tease her rim. She pushes back a bit and groans as I circle around it. Gently probing one finger into her ass, I feel her relax and it slips in just a bit as another groan escapes her lips. 

I grab my cock and guide it into her pussy, burying it all the way in easily. "Ohhhhhhhh," escapes her lips as I start to pound her. My hips move like a jackhammer as I pump my cock in and out of her. Grabbing her hair like reigns I pull her head back as she groans with each pump. Her pussy meeting me with every thrust, with the slapping of skin echoing off the walls. The whole day of excitement and anxiety has me fucking her like a madman. 

Letting go of her hair I grab her hips and start pulling her into me as I thrust forward burying my cock as deep as I can go. "I want you to cum. Cum for me!" I growl as I pumping mercilessly into her. My muscles are starting to get tired as I keep pumping my cock harder into her. She is getting wetter and I hear her moaning louder and louder. She is getting close so I double my efforts and focus on getting her over the edge. She crashes over the edge with a scream becoming a whimper as I slow down my pace, pumping slowly but deeply into her with each thrust causing another whimper.

"Now that was HOT!" I exclaim, as I slowly pull out of her pussy and roll her over onto her back. "But I have not filled every hole yet," as I slide down to her pussy and lick her clean. She is covered in our juices and I lick her clit again as I feel her tremble with the touch. My finger slides along her lips to get coated and I slide it down to her tight rosebud and circle it around. She moans quietly and pushes into my finger gently, still coming down from her orgasm, exhausted but still feeling the need.

Her hips move up towards my finger, beckoning it to go in. Smiling to myself I start to lick her clit I push a little harder as it slips in. She moans with pleasure as I slide my finger slowly in and out. Fingering her asshole, I slowly get her prepared for entry. Her hips moving in rhythm with my finger, taking it deeper with each gently thrust. My finger pops out as I coat my other finger in her juices and slide both of them into her ass stretching it more as she relaxes and they slip right in.

Moans of pleasure escape my wife lips as she moves her hips and tries to fuck my fingers with her ass. I can feel her getting more excited from this as I gently suck her clit in between my lips. "I am going to fuck your ass now," I state quietly as I pull my fingers out and position myself behind her ass. Her face is looking up at me as she pulls her legs up to her shoulders to make it easier to me to slide it in. Positioning my cock at her rosebud I slowly ease my way forward as I feel it resisting the pressure. Suddenly it pops through as she relaxes and I bury it deep as I can go. She throws her head back with a groan and closes her eyes feeling my cock buried deep into her. I give it a second to let her adjust and then slowly start to pump. Letting her control the pace I look at her face as she opens her eyes and looks into mine. Lust is gleaming from them, almost beckoning to fuck her harder. I start to speed up and she groans loudly, moving her hips the best she could with her legs being held by her arms. 

Leaning forward, I plant my hands beside her head and I start to pump harder, pounding my cock into her ass. Feeling her moving in motion with me as she lets go of her legs and grabs my ass not wanting me to stop. Squeezing my ass cheeks and pulling me in with each thrust I can feel her getting closer. She is starting to whimper with each thrust. She looks up at me with the fuck me eyes full of lust and passion and it is at the moment that I know she will always be mine.

I start to pound my cock into her. Harder and faster. Sweat is building on my forehead as I work my cock in her ass trying to push her over the edge. Jane is in a wild state as wraps her legs around me and holds onto my ass for the ride. Clenching my ass cheeks with her hands, she screams her orgasm as I pump my cock into her. Feeling her muscles clench around my cock and hearing her whimpers makes me lose control. I groan loudly and dump my load into her ass with each pump. I don't stop pumping and a small whimper escapes her lips with each thrust. 

I finally collapse on to her as I am exhausted. Even working out as I have been the passion and excitement has drained me. Feeling her breathing heavy I know that I couldn't love anyone else as much as I do right now. As if she is reading my mind I hear "I love you," whisper from her lips. 

"I love you too," I respond as I cuddle in closer to her.

"Are you okay?"

"Enjoying the moment, " as the feeling of being together, collapsed after a wild bout of sex has made me so content, I didn't want to move. As much as I don't want to move she doesn't like it when I lie on her. Too heavy so she can't breathe is the main reason. Knowing that she doesn't like me lying on her, I start to shift to get off.

"No you're okay... don't move," she says as she wraps her arms around me and holds me tight. "You're not as heavy." The closeness at that moment has not been felt in a very long time. Too long. 

After a period of time, although I am not sure if we dozed off, we separate. I look down and see cum dripping out of her ass and pussy still soaked from all the attention. My cock is seeping cum as well when I look down and we both chuckle to ourselves with the mess we had made. Pulling open the bench seat to find a rag that we keep down here for this kind of situation, I toss one to her and let Jane get cleaned up. I grab another and quickly wipe away and squeeze out any more cum. Heading naked over to the bar I feel a need to quench my thirst so I hunt for a water bottle we have somewhere buried in the bar.

"What are you looking for?" she asks as she finishes with the rag and puts in on the stairs to remind us to take it up with us.

"Water. Gotten thirsty all of sudden."

"Cold cellar," she quickly replies, " and I would like one too!" 

Mumbling to myself, "I should have known, " as head towards the cold cellar door. Returning from the cold cellar I take a long swallow and then place the cap back on the water bottle. Handing another bottle to her she takes a couple of sips and puts the lid back on. She has found all her clothes and has them piled on the bench. 

"Heading to bed now," she leans over and gives me a quick kiss. Picking up her clothes she smiles at me. 

I smile and nod, " I will be up soon too." I take another long couple of swigs from the water bottle.

She heads up the stairs and I collect my clothes and slip them back on quickly. I hit a few buttons on the remote and the electronics turn off with a click. Looking at the couch I can see it has shifted again. Seems to be a common thing now when we fuck downstairs. Shifting the couch back to its normal spot, I grab her water bottle and put it back in the fridge behind the bar.

"I wonder if this is going to be a common thing, being so horny after she is with another guy," I ponder as I head towards the stairs. "Just need to find a woman for me now!" My thoughts flip back to Amber and when I would have the chance to bury my face in her huge tits. 

"This is going to be a very fun ride," as I turn off the lights thinking about having Amber sitting on my cock and riding me. A smile crosses my lips as I head upstairs to bed.



Lunchtime Shopping



It is strange the way that life can move on day by day, year after year and then suddenly change in an instant. I was happy, really happy but then something happened and I am still not sure how or why.

I met Joanne five years ago when she was twenty and still at university. She moved in with me in an incredibly short time and as soon as she got her degree we started buying a house together. After three years of what is officially classed as cohabitation we got married but felt no real compunction to do so. The fact was that after her sister gave birth to a little girl, Joanne got a bit broody and the wedding was a gesture towards clearing the decks so that in principle we were in a position to start our own family. Since then I have fought a sterling rear guard action, stressing the holidays and socialising we would need to sacrifice, so that two years on we have yet to hear the (welcome?) patter of tiny feet. 

It would be wrong to bore you by going on at length about the beauty and figure of my wife. Suffice to say that I think she is very special and five years ago there were hordes of men who held the same opinion - even today Joanne gets far more than her fair share of admiring glances in the street. I work in Information Technology, largely concerned with designing web sites and she holds a reasonably responsible position with an insurance company. You will have realised that our combined remuneration was not to be sniffed but far too high a proportion was frittered away on pleasure. We were a favoured generation with a golden future spread before us.

That Friday evening I went home from work filled with anticipation because first thing Saturday morning we were booked to go for a long weekend in Paris. The first thing that I noticed being wrong was the absence of cooking smells because Joanne usually had a meal on the go by the time I arrived. She was sitting in the living room. Before I could speak she jumped up, half started to run towards me but stopped and instead backed away to her chair saying, "Please sit down Toby, there's something that I have to tell you."

The worst thing that I could think of was that we might have cocked up on the tickets for the weekend but humouring her I sat down as requested, smiling pleasantly. I did not stay smiling after she had said, "I've been unfaithful to you."

"When?" I gasped - the question had come out almost before I had comprehended what she had said.

"This afternoon - all afternoon."

I just could not take it in. It did not make sense - when had she had the opportunity. Stuck in this thought pattern I asked, "At work?" 

Joanne shook her head. "With someone from work?" I pressed, an edge to my voice as I mentally worked through those of her male colleagues that I had met.

"It's nothing at all to do with work - it was a guy I met in the supermarket car park."

"What the fuck were you doing in the supermarket car park?"

"Toby you knew I was going. I popped out at lunchtime to get the stuff we would normally have got tomorrow. Friday is always the best day to go out at lunchtime from work because nobody is watching to see if you are back a bit late. So that is what I did - I walked round the aisles, filled the trolley, paid for it, pushed the trolley into the car park and then started loading all the carrier bags into the boot of the car."

"So, you suddenly thought to yourself, 'Instead of returning to work this afternoon I will go off with this man who standing here and let him shag my brains out'," I said, trying to make my voice very sarcastic. 

"That is what happened more or less," Joanne said quietly.

"No, No, No," I protested, shaking my head violently, "- things just don't happen like that."

"It did happen almost exactly like you said, except that you missed out the details and I didn't actually think those thoughts."

"Who was he?"

"I don't know - I honestly don't know," Joanne said holding up her hands helplessly.

"Wait a minute," I said trying to get a grip on this crazy unbelievable story. "Please tell me slowly what happened from the moment that you started putting the bags in the boot."

"There was an empty space next to my car. The guy was leaning, half sitting on the back of his car in the next bay on. It was a dark blue Porsche, very low and very swish - to be honest, walking up I was more aware of the car than I was of him. While I was filling the boot with shopping I knew he was watching me and I was pretty sure that he was smiling but I took care not to look at him. When I shut the boot I had no choice because he was straight ahead of me and once I had looked I could not look away because he was very striking. He was over six feet six inches tall, heavily built with shiny black wavy hair and wearing a black leather jacket, T-shirt and tight blue jeans. I could not help noticing that he had the most incredible blue eyes. He was smiling and it made me feel warm all over, I felt as if I almost knew him and trusted him completely. "'Do you want to come with me?" he said and the moment he asked I knew that I did. I hadn't turned into some kind of Zombie Toby because I had the sense to lock the car and get my handbag out of the trolley - but then I just walked across and got into his car."

Earlier I had been almost light hearted, half believing that the story had got to be a wind up but now I was very sober - no matter how fantastic, my wife's words had the undoubted ring of truth. If I was to hear what happened at the end of that car journey, I needed something to stiffen my resolve because my throat was parched and my nerves as tight as a bow. I offered Joanne the alternative of coffee or alcohol and she picked the latter, which was my choice of necessity. When we were seated more comfortably than before, Joanne said apologetically, "It is not really fair to tell you any more love because it is bound to hurt you - but I really do need to tell somebody."

"Tell me," I demanded. "I want to know every fucking thing." It was an unfortunate choice of adjective. 

"We drove for about fifteen minutes and pulled up in front of a row of large Victorian terrace houses. I thought that I knew this city well but I was very confused about which district we were in. He took me up to the second floor. Going off the car I had expected an apartment fitted out with the height of luxury but it wasn't. It was more like a student bed-sit and the operative piece of furniture that it contained was a bed. He walked over to the other side of the room, leaving me standing by the door. I did nothing but gaze round the room and out of the window. It was not trying to delay - I knew what he had taken me there for I and I knew that it was going happen but it would be only when he wanted it."

Joanne took a first sip from her glass. When I looked back at him he was naked and he looked magnificent. He was very muscular, all well defined and his skin all over was a golden bronze colour. I think that ancient Greek girls must have felt much as I did at that moment when God's came down off Mount Olympus to visit them. His penis was already fully erect and it was an incredible size. Do you remember Toby three years ago when we were watching that porn film and you insisted that the stars prick couldn't possibly be that big. You said that it was genetically impossible and that it had got to be a false extension worn for effect. Well this cock was even bigger and it wasn't thin like that one either. As he stood there it was already very stiff and sticking up, looking just like the ones you see in pictures of stallions. I wasn't frightened but I thought it would be impossible to get it all inside me. Since the invitation he had not said a single word to me so, trying to get a bit on conversion going, I asked him his name. 'What do you think it might be?' he said so I told him that he reminded me of pictures I had seen of Apollo. 'Then I shall be Apollo;" he told me and that is what I called him."

My wives lovely lips drew a longer draught from her glass. "If he had started kissing me or removing my clothes it would have easy because I could have left everything up to him but he just stood where he was, maintaining an amused kind of silence. The fact that he had removed his own clothing showed that he intended me to do the same. I turned to the side to do this, mainly to escape his stare, which was making me very self-conscious. My sweater came off first and I draped it over a chair where my jeans soon joined it - it had been impossible to remove them with any semblance of elegance. Then came my underwear. My bra was added to the other clothes but I turned to face him with my thong still clutched in my hand. I think that I had half planned to hold that garment protectively in front of my groin but once facing the front I let it fall to my feet. I had retained my heels, partly because I knew they displayed my figure better but mainly to make myself appear less of a miniature against his great height."

At this point I tried to say something but my throat closed up so that only a garbled sound came out. Joanne paused looking at my face but when I shook my head helplessly, she went on with her story. "We just stood looking at each other. I was able to take in what a superb physique he had but the whole of my attention was fixated on the massive thing between his legs and great balls the size of large lemons dangling underneath. I could physically feel his gaze passing over my skin like a warm caress and as his eyes touched each breast in turn; my already erect nipples swelled like ripe fruit and began to throb. When his hot look began to linger on my cunt it was too much. I was aware of a great void inside me that ached to be filled. Unable to stop myself, not wanting to stop my self, I walked forward and sank to my knees in front of him. I wanted to touch that wonderful cock more than I have wanted anything in my life."

Joanne stopped speaking, a look of distress on her face. "Toby, it's not right that any husband should have to sit and listen to this."

"Go on," I said through gritted teeth. My heart was pounding like a runaway train but I felt that I would die if she did not tell me everything. 

"The second my lips touched his penis it felt like a surge of electricity had poured into me. I was smothering the head and shaft with kisses, frantically licking and kissing. It was too big to go in my mouth so I had to settle for licking round and round the glans and pushing the tip of my tongue into his slit - it was so big that I was able to wriggle it in quite a long way. All the time pre-cum was bubbling out of his cock as if from a warm spring and I could not get enough of it. When I was a child I read the word 'Ambrosia' and ever since I wondered what it tasted like - well now I know. It was out of this world, partly aphrodisiac but also a lot, lot more. It sent me crazy. The effect was rather like that of the drug Ecstasy but magnified a hundred, possibly a thousand times. I was so hot and wet between my legs that twin trickles of my cunt juice started making their way slowly down the inside of each thigh. My body and mind were already in a kind of delirium but this was to be only the start."

My wife's face was becoming very flushed and I knew I was witnessing a very pale echo of the passion that she had experienced that afternoon. While speaking she gave the impression of looking directly at me but I realised that her eyes were actually focussed on a point some a couple of inches above my head. Joanne took an extra large gulp from her glass. "Suddenly, Apollo swooped to lift me in his arms and lie me on the bed. I closed my eyes and spread my legs really wide thinking, 'This is where I get that long thick snake up inside me' but I was wrong. It was his lips that I felt on my lips and I don't mean my mouth. I don't know if he did something different from what you do Toby, or if his tongue was longer or if he just did it better but my whole body was suffused with a most incredible sensation and I had the most wonderful orgasm of my life. And that was only the first of a series. Later in different ways he gave me others of equal magnitude and wonder but somehow subtly different. When he eventually lifted his head I hoped, 'Now I get fucked' but again I was wrong - it was as if he was tormenting me by deliberately delaying that magic moment. We lay for ages taking it in turns to lick and kiss every single inch of each others body. I certainly was not watching the clock but have worked out since that I must have been with him naked for over an hour and been made to cum an incredible number times without him bringing that fabulous organ anywhere near my aching twat." 

I held up my hand to stop my wife then, but lest she should think I wanted her to cease her story, I quickly collected her empty glass and mine and walked with some difficulty over to the drinks cabinet. While there I took the opportunity to wipe some of the perspiration from my brow using one of our purloined bar towels. As I sat down Joanne remarked in a factual voice, "When I used to read of natives or primitive people worshipping totems and other phallic symbols I didn't believe it. I couldn't understand anybody wanting to worship something like a penis but now I can - when I got on my knees between Apollo's legs it was an act of pure reverence."

Possibly because I found the sentiment just expressed more offensive than the catalogue of sexual activity, I said rather nastily, "I assume that he did eventually get round to screwing you?"

"Yes, he did. I'm just getting to it now - that is if you still want me to continue," Joanne said simply, her eyes meeting mine for the first time since the start of her recitation."

At my confirmation she said, "I was getting worried that he was not going to - I thought he might have decided his cock was just too big for me to take. I said, 'Please fuck me.' I think that was what he had been waiting for because he got up and placed himself between my legs. Even then he paused with his cock not quite touching my slit. Except that it wasn't a slit anymore - I could sense that I had a gaping hole there as the lips of my twat reached out trying to suck him inside. 'Give it to me,' I begged, 'Make it all go in." 

I had just about accepted that this man had fucked my wife but had mentally excused her on the basis that he had forced her, either physically or by the power of his seduction technique. To know that she had invited him to penetrate her and in such a blatant way made what I was about to hear even harder to bear.

"Very carefully he put his penis into me and I felt my poor vagina stretching to accommodate its great girth. At the start I felt as if I was being split in two and could not think of a more wonderful way to die. When it was in I felt so stretched and so very full and thought to myself that this was what was really meant by 'being possessed'. When he started thrusting, the in and out motion was not rough and could have been much more than an inch but that didn't matter because it felt fantastic. Great waves of sensation flooded over me in succession and smaller tingles of pleasure seemed to radiate to every part of my body. I don't know how many times he made me cum but the orgasms were like peas popping out of a pod and every one was far larger than anything I have had with you. At one point I was definitely screaming with the pleasure and I know I used a lot of dirty words urging him on but he eventually slowed down and stopped without having ejaculated himself. I was so glad about that because I wanted as much solid poking as I could get before he came to a natural conclusion. During this brief rest, I puzzled that he had managed to get that long column of male flesh inside me so quickly and looking down I saw the reason, for several inches of that gorgeous cock were still outside my willing cunt. I may have been premature in congratulating myself at having managed to take it all but I immediately set about rectifying the situation. Spreading myself even wider I demanded, 'I want every single inch inside me - just keep pushing until it's all in, I don't care how much it hurts me'. I think that it had become a challenge."

My heart was at rock bottom - after this would she even notice when I put my dick in her? After this would I ever be able to satisfy her again? After this, could any man ever satisfy her again?

"Apollo smiled down at me and said, 'Sweet creature, I am here to give you pleasure and also take a modicum for myself but it is not my intention to damage you in any way. Only you can know how much of my person you can safely take inside your lovely body.' I did not like being patronised especially as I felt he had cheated me. 'I can take every fucking inch and I'll prove it to you,' I told him angrily. At my urging he got onto his back with me on top and his cock still well embedded inside me. I made him pass me the pillows and these I pushed under my knees to raise myself up, then I was ready to make good my boast. If his prick had been at all soft it would have been an impossible task but it was like a rod of iron, as it had been right from the start. Straight away I got almost another two inches of his organ inside me simply by pushing my pelvis down but this gave the impression that the task would be far easier than it eventually turned out to be. My trouble was that extremely tight fight which made it difficult to effectively apply the weight to force my body down. After some trial and error, I found that by moving my hips in a swivelling motion, I could gradually work his penis further into me. It wasn't easy. Every time that I gained and inch, I pulled myself up and bounced a little to work lubrication into the newly liberated area of my vaginal passage. One of these times I almost cried because I had closed up again and had to re-conquer that section. I also had to take longer and longer rests. Apollo lay with his hands behind his head, sending an occasional electrical spasm or muscular twitch up his rod to encourage me whenever I began to feel dispirited. Eventually after over twenty minutes of struggle, I could feel his pubic hair meshing with mine. I was sweating freely and trembling all over with the pain and effort, but the feeling of exhilaration that I felt must be the same as that of standing on the summit of Everest. I don't think even my double first gave me more satisfaction."

As she related this last bit, my wife's face glowed with a continuing sense of achievement but the knowledge that she had managed to make that man's obscenely oversized organ penetrate further inside her body than mine could ever hope to go, hardly made me eager to rush forward with congratulations. I took a long drink from my glass to escape the need to comment at all.

"I felt that he was part of me with a solid column of his flesh embedded right up the centre of my body. But then again, at the same time I could believe that my whole body had turned into an extension of his cock and that if he happened to ejaculate at that moment, the cum would come gushing out of my mouth. It was a fantastic feeling. I wanted to feel the whole long length moving inside me but I was too exhausted. Apollo saw my problem and gently rolled me until he was on top but even then he did not start thrusting. Instead, in what had to be muscular control, he pulsated his cock so that it stated rhythmically expanding and contracting. I became delirious with sensation, cumming continually with one orgasm merging into the next. It was heaven and I wanted it to continue forever but fairly abruptly he pulled his penis back to the depth of penetration at which I had started my big effort. I begged him not to stop but he explained, 'I have a load of hot semen that is overdue for release and I am only making room for it to go' I held my breath and waited. Toby, I wanted his cum inside me so much - I wanted to feel it gushing out of him directly into my womb."




Lunchtime Shopping



I could not understand why Joanne felt the need to put so much stress on his semen - it seemed to hold a symbolism for her that escaped me. "I can't even begin to describe what it felt like when his hot spunk began to squirt," my wife continued, not giving me chance to respond to her earlier provocative remark. "It seemed to come out of his cock with a lot more force than yours does but maybe that was because it was hitting so much further inside me - there was also loads more of it. He just kept on going, squirting jet after jet into me long after you would have stopped and the effect almost drove me out of my mind. It seemed as if my whole body was being pumped full of his cum and I loved it."

"Was that the Grande Finale or did he insist on an encore?" I asked. It was a trite pointless remark but I had to say something and I was damned if I was going to comment on my wife having almost literally rubbed my nose in his semen.

"He did fuck me again and it was wonderful but not quite as special as the first time. Before that we just lay and kissed and played with each other for about half an hour. I thought it would have gone in all the way in, in one go the second time but it didn't. Apollo did get it in himself but he took his time, only pushing a bit at a time - I think he knew that my cunt would have contracted a bit during the time we had been resting. I wish he had been a bit rougher - with so much cum still in there my whole twat had to be slippery and I would have loved to feel his cock forcing its way up me even though it might have hurt a lot. This time he did do a bit of fucking motion but his thrusts were only about two inches long and he actually brought me off again by doing that swelling trick with his prick. I had hoped he would give me a good hard shag, really slamming it into me but he didn't - there was the consolation that he pumped in almost as much cum as the first time."

"Why are you going into such detail?" I asked bitterly, "Anyone might think you were trying to make me feel even worse about what has happened." 

"I am trying to be completely honest with you Toby love. If you decide to stay married to me I don't want you doing it on a false premise. I need not have confessed at all or more easily, I could have admitted to being fucked but made it seem like nothing or even let you think it had all happened against my will. It was not like that at all. For three hours this afternoon, Apollo made me forget all about you. I felt no guilt because all that existed for me during that time was me and him and the way that he made me feel. It did not seem real, more like a fantasy. It still seems like a fantasy to me now; I mean fabulous things like this don't happen in the real world. I have told you the truth because you deserve the truth and if it costs me my marriage and your love then it is a penalty I will have to pay."

Earlier in the narrative I had the impression that my wife was exulting in telling of her misbehaviour but now tears were pouring down her face. They melted my heart and all my quite natural anger dissipated in an instant. Holding out my arms, I said, "Come here." 

Joanne hurtled towards me, in her haste sending a half-full glass tumbling unchecked to the carpet. "Toby, I love you so much. All that has happened has made me love you more than ever."

"I still love you," I said, meaning it. We kissed frantically for a moment or so then I crushed her tightly against me. I waited until her relieved sobbing had eased and then asked softly, "Are you sorry about it now?" - I had heard that remorse was a vital prerequisite for true forgiveness."

Joanne pulled herself far enough apart to look into my eyes. "I am very sorry that I have hurt you and I'm sorry for the damage it has done to our marriage but I'm not sorry that it happened. It's the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me so how can I regret I?"

"So what happens if he turns up again - even comes knocking on the door?" I asked her bluntly.

"It can't happen."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because I tried to arrange it." Joanne disentangled herself from me and this told me that she had another admission to make. "After we had shagged the second time I was just waiting for him to get stiff again but Apollo said, 'If we don't leave soon your husband will miss you'. That was when I remembered you and suddenly felt badly about all the things I had been doing. It was a bit of a dash getting dressed and then Apollo ran me back to the car park. I got out and walked to my car, glad that I was coming home to you but at the last moment I ran back and asked Apollo if I could see him again. He just said, 'I'll ring you'. I got in my car filled with happiness but then it hit me that he didn't know either my address or telephone number. I started the engine intending to chase after him but then admitted that I had no chance of catching his car."

"He could still waylay you like he did today," I said being logical."

Joanne shook her head. "In future I am only going to drive straight to the underground car-park at work then back home in the evenings. Apart from that I am never going to leave the house unless I am with you."

I went out to bring in a take-away and we spent the evening at least pretending to watch television. Several times during her narrative, Joanne had stressed the super stiffness of her stud's weapon but I don't think any prick could possible get stiffer than mine did as she talked and, between then and bedtime, my penis never became totally quiescent. Then, as soon as I lay next to her naked body in bed it returned to full rampant status. I rolled naturally towards her, as I had throughout the marriage, but she put out a hand to stop me, saying softly, "I understand that you might need to fuck and I will if you do love but I would rather not." This stated disinclination was enough to stop me because, to be honest, I was harbouring my own reservations. To have sex with her at that moment would inevitably bring me into direct unfavourable comparison with him and, to use a show-business phrase, Apollo had got to be a hard act to follow.

The fact that I had refrained from imposing myself on my wife did not make my erection magically disappear, so I lay tossing and turning waiting for Joanne to go to sleep that I might seek relief in masturbation but she seemed as restless as I. After some twenty minutes her hand reached out to grasp my shaft and without speaking she began to gently wank me. Her first touch was enough for what must have been a veritable geyser of cum shot out of me and from the position that I was lying, I knew that it had to have coated her thighs and stomach. As I lay panting, coming down from that momentary plateau I realised that, although still, her fingers were still loosely clasped round my rapidly shrinking member and a mumbled question confirmed that she had fallen instantly asleep. In a state of warm contentment, I did ponder whether to clean her up but it was not only lethargy that prevented me. By leaving her covered with my spunk, I was symbolically reclaiming her far more effectively than had I simply squirted it up to join the copious amounts of other semen sloshing around in there from the afternoon.

Amazingly we set off the next morning for our weekend in Paris as if nothing had happened and it is possibly the best thing we could have done because it drew a line under what had gone before. In a strange bed in a strange city we made love quite naturally and it was fantastic. After we got home neither of us ever referred to the Apollo incident and it became relegated to the state of a dream, something that was not real. Our previously already intense sex life became even more active. Perhaps Joanne was subconsciously compensating me or maybe it was just that her libido had become enhanced. I know that my wife's errant afternoon had receded so far from my mind that I did not even try to make a connection and accepted my good fortune without question. It was possibly six weeks after our return from Paris that Joanne answered the telephone about eight thirty in the evening. Covering the mouthpiece with her hand she looked at me with big eyes and said, "It's HIM."

"Who?" It illustrates the extent my false sense of security that I had to ask.

"APOLLO."

"Ring off - don't speak to him."

"It's too late. He wants me to meet him in fifteen minutes near to the park." 

I leapt out of my chair, grabbed the handset and slammed it onto the rest. "You're not going," I told her authoritatively.

"Toby, I have got to go. If I don't he'll come for me - I know he will and I don't want any trouble." As she spoke, Joanne ducked under my arm taking me by surprise and before I could react she was running for the stairs. I almost caught her half way up but stumbled and by the time I recovered, she had actually locked the bedroom door against me. In my rage I almost tried to break it down but common sense prevailed. She was actually in there a mere three minutes before emerging with only refreshed lip stick - but my glance behind her revealed significantly, a pair of crumpled knickers lying on the floor near the dressing table."

"If you're going to meet him then I'm coming with you," I said, trying to be dominant but conceding that I was not going to physically restrain her."

"You can't. I know that Apollo won't hurt me but I'm not sure that he might not hurt you - he is a very big man."

I'm afraid that I am not a brave man. I am not saying that I am a coward but I have enough sense of self-preservation to avoid risking damage in futile heroics. Joanne took advantage of my hesitation to say, "I'm only going to talk to him. I will thank him for before - I'll say that I enjoyed it but I can't keep on seeing him. Don't expect me straight back though, I will have to let him take me for a drink and say goodbye nicely."

I knew that this was a palliative - that discarded underwear gave the lie to her stated intention but my wife's words were enough to for me to stand back and let her pass. Impotently I followed her downstairs but as she went out the front door I warned, "If you are longer than the time it takes for one drink, I may not be here when you get back."

This bit of petulance cost me the kiss that I think she was preparing to give me. Instead she said simply, "I hope you are," and then she was gone.

It was the sound of Joanne's car accelerating out of the drive that reactivated my pride. No matter how badly I might get hurt, win or lose, I was going to fight the bastard for her. Grabbing my keys I ran to my own car and set off at speed towards the park, trying to work out where in that area was the most likely spot for their rendezvous. I was correct on my second guess but that slight delay cost me. It was my wife's car I spotted first but as I approached, I was just in time to see her climbing into a low-slung blue sports car parked a short way beyond. My only remaining option was to follow and confront him when they stopped. For a time I tried to be subtle about it, successfully following at a distance using only side lights until they reached the outskirts - it was significant that in that distance they had passed a dozen or more public houses without stopping. 

When we got to the country lanes I had to close up, so knowing that I must have been noticed I stopped making a secret of my presence, sitting on his tail and driving far faster than I felt competent to do. At the start of a long straight stretch he suddenly braked hard. I rapidly slowed too, tense in the knowledge that something was about to happen but then he sped away with such acceleration that his vehicle had almost disappeared in the distance before I could press my foot back on the pedal. I continued a vain searching pursuit for a few miles but then had to admit I had lost them and return dispiritedly home.

I will not describe the long night I spent with my mind filled with graphic images of my lovely wife coupling with her over-sexed superstud - suffice to say that it was past four thirty the next morning before she returned and I had not slept a wink. 

Joanne looked a mess, hair tangled; lips puffy and swollen and her clothes looked as if they had been thrown on. "Did you enjoy your drink?" I asked with heavy sarcasm. "I guess that you opted for a long one rather than a short." 

My wife shrugged her shoulders. "You are still here though," she said in a tired voice.

"Only until I hear what kept you."

"What's to tell - you know I let him fuck me again."

"The thought had crossed my mind," I said.

"I did not think this would happen when I went out, you've got to believe that Toby. I left here hoping that I could get him to leave us alone but in his car I suddenly remembered every moment of being with him before and could not resist the temptation to enjoy it all again."

"Come off it," I said bitterly. "From the moment he rang you wanted to let him fuck you again and you left here with that intention. Why else did you tart yourself up and change your knickers before you went - or did you leave them off altogether so that he wouldn't have to waste an unnecessary second getting his cock inside you?"

"You've got it all wrong," Joanne told me. "I can't deny that have just spent hours fucking and that it almost certainly means the end of our marriage but I did leave the house intending only to talk to him. I only changed my round the house trousers for some going out ones and you know I always put on a thong if I'm going out. After you were able to forgive me the first time I knew that I could not be so lucky again but I did want to talk to him - there were so many unanswered questions that needed an answer before I could get everything straight in my head. The first thing that I said to him when I got into his car was, "I'm not going to have sex with you but I would like to go for a drink and a chat'. We started driving, with me trying to think of the best pub to go - somewhere where I was not likely to be recognised.

Joanne paused for a moment to order her thoughts then continued, "After only a few minutes, Apollo said that he thought that we were being followed and looking back I recognised your car in the distance. I didn't know what to do because I knew that when we stopped there was bound to be unpleasantness and that was something I was desperate to avoid. Then we were out in the country, you were driving close up behind and Apollo started to get more and more annoyed. Suddenly he braked hard. He had such a nasty vicious look on his face that I hardly recognised him. 'I don't care if that is your husband or not, he has got to learn that I don't like anybody interfering in my plans,' he said and from the tone of voice I could believe that he would happily kill you. 'Please don't stop, don't hurt him, I begged. 'Can't you just go a lot faster than he can? If you leave him alone, I will go with you.' Well he just put his foot down and I didn't see you again."

"Are you telling me that it was my fault you got laid?" I made my voice very sarcastic but I really could see that my intervention might have had the opposite effect to the one I had intended. 

Joanne shook her head. "You mustn't blame yourself. Despite what I said as I climbed into his car, the moment I was seated, I knew that I would do whatever he wanted because when I;m with him I seem to have no will of my own. You following only saved me the pretence of rejecting pubs that we could stop at until it was too late." 

"Why?"

"I wish I knew Toby. What person would sacrifice a life of deep happiness with a great deal of sensual pleasure for a few hours of absolute ecstasy? And yet, when the chance of that ecstasy is close and available the mind does not see it like that. I suppose that I am very like the drug addict who cannot resist one more fix even though he knows that there is a good chance it might kill him."

"I don't think that I quite grasp what you mean by ecstasy."

My wife thought for a moment and then said, "Part way through the hours I spent with Apollo, I was on top with every inch of that massive organ inside my cunt when he stood up. I was clinging to his neck with my legs wrapped round him and he was supporting me with his hands under my buttocks. He told me to open my legs wide and then just balance myself with just one finger lightly on each of his shoulders. Then he removed his hands so the whole of my weight was being supported by his prick. The next bit was unbelievable because he slowly raised and lowered me about six inches half a dozen times using only the muscles of his penis. Can you imagine being fucked by a cock like that?" 

"I can't imagine being fucked at all but I think I get the idea."

Despite myself I was impressed, so much so that I could not think of another damn thing to say. Joanne took advantage of the ensuing silence to give a long sigh and sink wearily into a chair. "I don't know if Apollo has been a blessing or a curse," she said. "I'm not trying to excuse myself but I do wonder what you would have done if the situation had been reversed. Just suppose that you had been seduced by a beautiful girl, who had sent you almost out of your mind with pleasure. Then if, some weeks later you meet her again, despite your protestations of regret about the first time, would you have been able to resist the chance to experience those sublime sensations again?" 

My wife's supposition struck home because I could not answer. This imaginary scenario allowed me to see everything from a different perspective and for the first time since she had driven away with her lover, I thought I might have it in me to forgive her again. Avoiding the need to answer I asked, "You have been away for almost eight hours - what happened?"

Joanne shook her head sadly. "Toby, you know exactly what happened from what I told you before. It was exactly like that but more so and for a lot longer, you don't want to hear all that again."

"I do though," I told her. "If you don't tell me then my imagination will drive me crazy. I will never stop loving you but if I don't know every single thing that happened, I don't think I can keep living with you and always wondering."

At Joanne's suggestion we made a cup of coffee and it was not until we were sitting comfortably in separate armchairs that she again started to describe how she had enjoyed fabulous sex with another man. "After Apollo lost you there was less than fifteen minutes of fast driving before we arrived at a detached house. There were lights on but nobody else there. He took me straight up to the bedroom and everywhere that I looked there was the kind of luxury that I had expected first time. I got undressed straight away and was naked before he was so I just lay on the bed and waited. Apollo laid beside me kissing and caressing and then made me cum with his head between my legs. Part of me wanted to reciprocate but I wanted him inside me even more and I thought, if I did nothing then he would start fucking me sooner. Knowing that I could take all of massive penis without suffering damage Apollo pushed it all the way in but did it only gradually over two or three minutes. Even so he was quite rough and I enjoyed him having to force it the last few inches hurting me a bit. That first time when he picked me up in the supermarket car-park, it was all slow and so relaxed that although I was with him for about three hours he actually only fucked me twice. I was in bed with him for far longer this time and it was completely different in that we did far more shagging than anything else - but there was a lot of other stuff as well. His cock never stopped being stiff and he could manage to ejaculate over and over again with hardly any rest - I don't know where all that cum came from."

"How many times did he fuck you altogether?" I wondered.




Lunchtime Shopping



"I honestly don't know, it was at least twice and possibly three times every hour. I do know that he couldn't leave my twat alone - he had hardly finished shooting one load before he was off again. His spunk was leaking out of me all over the place and the bed got all wet and squelchy underneath my bum, it felt lovely. The best thing this time was that he started shafting me the way that I wanted him to, really slamming it into me, pulling almost out and then ramming in the whole long length all in one go. You know that I like it rough before I feel really fucked Toby when I do it with you and it was just the same with him only more so."

"You mentioned doing other stuff?"

Joanne hesitated and then said, "OK, I'll tell you - I pushed my tongue up his arse hole. He loved it, he really did. It was the only moment in all the time I have been with him that I felt a bit in control. I used to think that doing that was nasty and depraved but it isn't, it's nice. Apollo did it to me the first time I was with him but when I had the chance to do it back I only gave his anus a couple of quick licks and kissed it. Afterwards I regretted being such a prude and wished I had been bolder - I know that I was determined not to be so timid if ever I got another chance. I know that I have never done that to you love but I want to now."

I felt an involuntary shiver of anticipation before remembering that I had not yet decided if I could forgive her again. "Is that all?" I asked, managing to keep my voice steady.

"I did manage to get a mouthful of his cum." Joanne gave a little laugh and added, "It was more like a bellyful. Earlier I had scooped some out from between my legs to taste but this was the only time that I swallowed it straight out of his penis. Apollo says that it is a waste to shoot semen anywhere but in my pussy but I begged him. It happened right after I had done what I just told you about. His balls got a good licking and I then worked up his shaft. I was licking round his nob head and wanking him with my hand until he said it was coming and then I opened my mouth as far as it would go and got his cock a little way in. There was a gallon of the stuff and although I swallowed as quickly as I could, loads spilled out all over my tits. It took me a while to get my breath back and also calm down because having a mouthful of spunk had given me a really massive orgasm. Anyway, when I started to look for something to wipe my chest with, Apollo told me to leave it because it looked nice and I did feel very sexy with strands of his cum dangling from my nipples."

At this point, I made as if to stand, trying to terminate my wife's confession. The truth was that my prick was growing more and more distressed and the graphic image conjured by that last description had brought me very close to disgracing myself in my pants. I was mystified by my physical state of arousal because it was completely at variance with my state of mind.

"I haven't told you about the food yet," Joanne said quickly causing me to settle back in my chair. "Apollo told me to sit where I was still covered in spunk and then wheeled a trolley out of a side room. It was full of sex food - stuff that we could eat off and out of each other. The best of the lot was a dozen fresh oysters that he put up my cunt one by one and then sucked them out again. He must have swallowed loads of his own jism doing this because there were tons sloshing about in there. Apollo ate most of the oysters himself but after sucking them out he transferred two or three to my mouth." 

I don't know if Joanne expected a comment but I was too busy mentally reciting the nineteen times table backwards and when I did look at her again, her eyelids were beginning to droop. With some urging I got her upstairs intending to put her straight to bed but she mumbled that she needed a bath. I filled a hot bath then gently undress her. As my wife relaxed under the water, I was shocked to see the swollen state of her breasts, the nipples in particular appearing enlarged and very tender. There was also extensive bruising round the top of her thighs. I got her tucked up in bed but she was already fast asleep when I returned with a cup of hot chocolate.

Back in my armchair downstairs, I resisted the temptation to ease the pressure in my aching prick. I had already decided to forgive her again and planned that, rather than spill my seed on the floor; I would save it for the night when I hoped to claim the reward for my magnanimity. Both mentally and physically exhausted, I too fell asleep and it was late afternoon before I awoke. I prepared a meal and started it cooking before rousing my wife. After eating I said that I wanted to stay married to her and we spent the evening sitting side by side holding hands as we watched TV. Bed was somewhat of a disappointment because Joanne said she hurt too much to consider intercourse but she did suck me off and also do that thing which had possibly been a subconscious factor in my decision. I remained out of luck for the next few days because the following morning her period started. Joanne told me not to be too upset because she was still too bruised internally for any serious fucking and she did compensate me both with her mouth and by letting me stick my dick up her the back way.

We went shopping while my route to joy was still blocked by a tampon and I noticed that she had included a large box of condoms in the trolley. At home, when I rather belligerently asked what the fuck they were for she told me that she was acting on something that her lover had told her. "Apollo says that I should come off the pill. He explained that because the birth pill works on a hormonal basis it reduces women's libido by twenty percent, making it possible for them to screw without worry but taking a lot of the pleasure away. In ancient times, he says, women were far more promiscuous than even the girls of today are but that didn't mean they had vast numbers of unwanted babies. They managed by chewing a special root that inhibited pregnancy for all but the most fertile few days and the best thing about this root is that it also has aphrodisiac properties. I think it is worth trying if only for month."

"Maybe," I said doubtfully, " - but where do the condoms come into it?"

"Those are for the four days when it gets risky to do it without and Apollo explained that during the first month before the woman has built up a protective level of the chemical in her system, it is best to play safe."

I thought that I was going to hate it but it turned out that very few of the condoms were actually used. We worked to a system where I did some bare-back screwing when there was no danger of getting trigger happy and then switched to shoot off either down her throat or up her rectum. Apart from that the sex was fantastic. Every night when I got home Joanne wanted it before allowing me to eat and then we frequently humped at least twice before going to sleep. One worry of men whose wife has been with a much better endowed or more skilful lover is that either her vagina will have been stretched or she will be disappointed by his efforts. Neither of these happened, in fact the opposite seemed to be the case. Joanne's cunt muscles seemed to grip tighter making me feel larger and I found that I could make her cum both more easily and far more often. In addition there were lots of little sex tricks she used on me, some learned from him and others that she invented on the spur of the moment. Except for the fact of living with the knowledge that another man had fucked her brains out, I had nothing at all to complain about.

Some six weeks after my wife's night of sin we were planning to go out for the evening. I was ready and waiting for Joanne to come downstairs when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find myself facing the best-looking man I have ever seen. Now I am not a small man by any means but although standing a short step lower than me, I still had to look up to meet his wide, friendly and very blue eyes. Instinctively I warmed to him until, with a chill of dread, I realised who he must be. I have never fancied a man in my life but I experienced a definite desire to touch him and suddenly understood with brutal clarity the magnetic hold he had on my wife. "I think you know who I am - are you going to invite me in?" he asked with relaxed confidence.

I don't know if it was my inherent good manners or the fact that I was overwhelmed by his charismatic personality but I fell back before him as he advanced into the house. I did not know what to do or say and sensing Joanne moving downstairs to join us further complicated my dilemma. Apollo threw her a smile then, with his eyes back on me said, "Sorry to spoil your evening but I need to borrow your wife again."

This would be like David facing Goliath without the benefit of a sling but I knew that I had to make a stand. No matter how futile and irrespective of any injury I might incur, my pride would not let me just stand helplessly and let him take her away from me. With a primeval cry of 'NO', I moved to interpose myself between this intruder and my wife.

Apollo did not move but I detected a degree of amusement as he said, "Don't be stupid - it is going to happen whatever you do. I have promised not to hurt you but if you try to thwart me, I shall very simply subdue you. The trouble is that if you force me to those lengths then I shall feel honour bound to fuck your wife in front of you."

At this point Joanne intervened by running to me and saying urgently, "Toby love, I've already been with him twice and you know that it hasn't affected us at all. I love you and I promise I will come back to you so please let me go with him now."

My wife's plea combined with my wavering courage was too much and I think that my body language said that I had given up. Apollo complacently assured me, "You know it makes sense Toby," and this triumphant remark almost provoked renewed resistance on my part. Seeing his mistake he said quickly, "I give my word that I will bring her back to you safe and sound," and however insincerely meant this was enough to still my rebellion. Dejectedly I stood aside to let them pass and then, at the door, Apollo turned to tell me, "I'm afraid that I will want to hang on to her somewhat longer this time so don't start getting anxious if she is later than you thought." Then they were gone.

It was over thirty-six hours before she returned. The wait was an agony, particularly the second night. I was more intensely jealous and this was not due to her long absence because I felt that way from the moment that they left. Laying all my cards on the table I will admit, this one time, that in the depths of my depression, I was also jealous of Joanne. It was just past nine o'clock in the morning when she walked into the house. I was not up long having finally fallen asleep through sheer exhaustion. In contrast to her previous prodigal return, Joanne was as immaculate as when she left and I later found that this time she had showered before returning to me. It was also very obvious from the state of her eyes that she had done a lot of crying. "It's over, I won't be seeing Apollo again," were the first words that she spoke to me, "I begged him and begged him but he said that there are hundreds of other women who deserve a share of his time."

I heaved a sigh of profound relief but somehow manage to put a sympathetic expression on my face and, after having eaten some breakfast, Joanne did not protest when I sat her down for the usual de-briefing. Most of what she did tell me was the same as before and a lot she discounted by saying, "And then we did a lot of the same stuff," but there was one event that was different. "Eventually we fell asleep and slept on and off for twelve hours and his cock was in me all the time," she said as if expecting me to be impressed. "During that time he fucked me at least four separate times without taking it out once. After the first of these shags, I think we just fell asleep naturally without separating and after that I seemed to wake up every couple of hours to find him doing it again. I know that some of the stuff must have leaked out while we were asleep and more cum kept squirting out in little jets as he poked me but his prick was like a cork keeping most of it in. By the time it was over I felt as if I had been pumped full to the brim with semen." 

At this point I kissed her and said, "No more. It's over and I don't ever want to mention it again. As far as I am concerned you never met him and none of what you have told me ever happened."

On three occasions I had listened to a horrendous catalogue of infidelity but it no longer bothered me - the bastard was out of our lives for good so what did anything matter. In the following weeks I revelled in the fact that Joanne was once more exclusively mine (and more passionate than ever) - and that was all that I was concerned about. 

I lived in this fools paradise for almost two months but now I fear that my marriage is over. I love my wife as much as ever and I have no doubt that she loves me with equal intensity but I don't think I can live with the consequence of her absolute refusal to even consider having an abortion.




Note.

There are many similarities between the above and the tale titled The Man. I was half convinced that the latter was fantasy but now I would be interested to hear other accounts of apparently irresistible men who seem to have impregnation as their primary aim. 



Lunchtime Surprise



"Hey, let's meet for lunch," I said in a sexy, persuasive tone into the phone.        

"Sure Emily, you pick the place, and meet me in my office at noon," he responded. 

My heart pounded in my chest, knowing my naughty plan would be employed this afternoon. I'd dated Mathew five times, and he was a great guy, and a real gentleman. It had been entirely too long since I'd dated someone who was so thoughtful and opened doors for me. Perhaps he was a little too gentlemanly, since I was anxious to pounce him but his affection had so far been limited to holding hands and chaste goodnight kisses.

We hadn't gone out for over a week since he'd been so busy with work. I'd thought about him often, and went to bed the night before thinking of a way I could get our relationship to progress. My brainstorming soon turned to fantasy, and my fantasy turned to taking advantage of myself before blissfully falling asleep. I awoke this morning with an inspiration for how I could show him I'm interested in much more. The scheme of surprising him made me both excited and nervous. What if he doesn't like surprises?

I put on a lacy black bra with half cups, so that my nipples were peeking out of the tops, and then added a matching black lacy garter and stockings. Over that I put on black lacy thong panties, with material so thin they were barely panties at all. The little triangle covered my smoothly shaved pussy, and the back of the thong rode up into my crevasse, exciting me even more. I could feel my pussy tingling, imagining what Mathew would say when he sees. 

I fixed my hair and make up conservatively, with my long auburn hair in a twist held with a silver comb. I threw on some tall heels, and posed in front of the mirror. I was amazed at how sexy I looked, and how excited I felt. The texture of lace on my nipples caused them to crinkle and harden, and I pinched them a little to get them even more erect. "OK," I said to the slut in the mirror, "now or never." And with that I put on a long coat, grabbed a bag out of the refrigerator, and headed out the door.

I walked into Mathew's office and let his frumpy secretary, Eunice, know I was here to see him. She looked me up and down, and I stayed pretty composed considering how nervous I was about this plan. "He'll be right out Miss, shall I take your coat?"

"No!" I blurted just a little too quickly. "Ummm...I mean...no, thank you, I'll hold on to it." She smiled almost knowingly, has she guessed I'm nearly naked under this? There's no way she could...could she?

I sat in the lobby for five long minutes, thinking and rethinking how good an idea this was. Mathew walked through the doorway, and seeing him in his suit and tie made my heart skip a beat. He smiled warmly, and I stood. He walked over and gave me a hug and a little kiss on the lips. Restraining myself from doing anything unprofessional in the lobby, Mathew smiled at me and said, "Listen, I just have to finish a couple things really quick, come back here and sit in my office while I do them, then we can go to lunch."

I followed him to his office, holding my coat closed and feeling the cool air brush over my exposed ass underneath. He sat behind his desk, and I sat on the other side of the desk in a cozy leather chair. As I sat in the chair, trying to be patient and taking deep controlled breaths, he looked at me and winked, then picked up the phone to make a call. I crossed my legs, and watched Mathew closely. He talked on the phone, about business or some such, and as he did I let the coat open from the bottom so that my legs peeked out, and the very top of one stocking could be seen. I watched as Mathew's eyes widened, but he didn't miss a beat on the phone and continued on with the conversation. The coat actually was rather warm for the office, and I loosened up the top several buttons of the coat, letting the top open to reveal the top of my chest and a little cleavage. Mathew was watching so closely, and at that point I think he actually gasped slightly. I knew I was being a tease, but he was so hard to read, I couldn't tell if he liked it or if it was making him uncomfortable.

After two more minutes, Mathew finished the call and looked at me smiling. His eyes were so happy, and his smile so warm, any nervousness I had was melted away. He looked at me for a minute, sitting there in silence, as he seemed to be carefully calculating what to say. "Have you decided where we should go for lunch?"

I stood up and walked around the desk, my coat opening just a little more, so the straps of the bra were showing. "Yes, Mathew, I thought you might like it if I brought us some lunch to share in your office." Still sitting in the chair, smiling up at me, he said, "Wow, you've brought lunch...I can't wait to see what's on the menu." He stood up moving up close in front of me, peeking down into the bag I brought, then longingly down into the coat to my cleavage. I looked up at him and smiled, "I brought us fruit, cheese, and crackers. What would you like to start with first?" As I said that I let my coat open, and his eyes traveled over my nearly naked body, and he stopped grinning. He stepped back, looking seriously into my eyes, and for a fleeting minute I thought, "Oh no! He doesn't like the surprise!"

With lightning speed he raced to the front of the desk and through the door leaving me there. I ducked behind the tall desk chair, pulling my coat closed and thought, "Oh my god, he thinks I'm insane, and he's getting security." Within a minute he was back, grinning from ear to ear, "I've asked Eunice to hold my calls, I wouldn't want anything to interrupt lunch." With that he smiled widely, turned to lock the door and turned back around revealing the beginnings of a tent in his pants.

He walked back in front of me, kissed me fully and I could feel the warmth of his body near mine. He tongue slipped just into my mouth and I swirled my tongue around his. "God Emily, I've been dreaming of doing that for weeks. I just didn't want you to think I was only interested in you physically." Still kissing deeply, he loosened his tie and undid the top 2 buttons of his dress shirt without his lips leaving mine. His arms slipped down, and he gently opened the coat. I felt his warm hands lightly trembling as they rested on my hips, sliding up my sides. I let the coat fall from my arms to the floor, then pulled the comb from my hair letting it cascade around my shoulders. He stepped back and looked me over, his eyes wide with excitement, then sat in his chair pulling my hand to him. I giggled, finally sure he liked the surprise, and he pulled me into his lap. My legs swung to one side, he wrapped an arm around my back. His face was at my chest level, just inches from my lace-covered breasts. Squirming in his lap I could certainly tell he was excited, as the bulge in his pants brushed against my nearly naked bottom.         

I pulled open the bag and spread the lunch items on his desk. Mathew appeared to be making a real effort to not make any sudden moves. He was clearly enjoying watching me feed him for the moment. I fed him the variety of lunch items I had in the bag, some cheese and crackers, and an assortment of fruit. When I put a strawberry to his lips and he bit down, juice ran down my fingers. 

Unable to hold back any longer, he took my hand in his and gently licked the juice off, making me dream excitedly about how talented his tongue seemed. He kissed the palm of my hand, trailing kisses up my arm and toward my breast. He hooked his finger into the left cup of my bra, teased the nipple, then gently eased the nipple out and lightly licked it. He sucked my aching nipple into his mouth as I moaned and ran my hands through his hair. His warm hand trailed down my body, then over my hips to my thighs. The sensation of being nearly naked with a man who is fully dressed was very erotic, and added to the feelings of naughtiness. His cock beneath me seemed to jump as he traced his fingers up the insides of my thighs. Did he even know how crazy this was making me? How much he was teasing me? 

Trailing his fingers over the tops of the stockings, he gently eased my legs apart slightly and approached my middle. I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my face in the top of his chest peeking out of his dress shirt. I trembled with anticipation as he caressed my warmth and wetness through the panties. He pulled me toward him to kiss his lips, his tongue searching deep in my mouth as I felt his fingers pull the lace panties crotch aside and lightly traced his fingers up my smooth pussy lips.

"Oh god, Emily," he panted, "You're so wet." And with that he slipped his finger inside me. "So wet and warm and tight inside." I moaned quietly, loving the feeling of his strong hands touching me. He looked into my face as he fingered me, "Is this what you want?" Oh God, I wanted more than that! Would he make me beg him for it?

Before I could respond he picked me up off his lap and placed me onto his desk, legs forward, then pushed everything on his desk to the side. He gently laid me back on the desk with one hand beneath my neck, and leaned over me, kissing the tops of my breasts. With the other hand he hooked the side of my panties, side tugging them down over my stockings and pulling them from my legs. Mathew continued to trail kisses down my body as he positioned himself between my legs. My back arched with the sensations, his lips we so warm on my gooseflesh skin. Reaching into the sack, he fished around for another strawberry and held it up, smiling wickedly. Holding the strawberry tantalizingly in front of me, he used the other hand to slide one bra strap down, then the other. He lowered the bra enough to expose each breast, then crushed the cold berry into my already throbbing nipples. Before the juice could run down my breasts he licked and lapped against them, the light roughness of his tongue causing them to ache even more. 

He popped what was left of that strawberry into his mouth and reached into the bag for another. Mathew watched my face as he trailed the cold strawberry down between my breasts, over my abdomen and lower. His eyes never left mine as I felt the cold strawberry trail over my mons, lightly tracing along the lips of my pussy. I giggled excitedly, barely able to stay still on the desk. "Don't move Emily, let me enjoy this beautiful lunch you've prepared." I felt the strawberry dipping further between my pussy lips, the coldness on my clit nearly made me jump. I could feel juices running down my pussy, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't from the fruit.

Mathew stepped back and sat down in his chair, so his face was just inches above my pussy. He gently placed each of my feet onto the chair armrests, and I felt very exposed. He pulled encouragingly on my hips, to bring me to the edge of the desk. As he reached up and eased my legs wider apart, I was practically dripping onto the desk. His face was very close to my pussy, and I could feel his warm breath blowing on the wetness. Mathew looked up at me grinning and then slowly and purposefully said, "The appetizers were wonderful, but I'm interested in the main course now." With that he popped the strawberry covered in my juices into his mouth, and looked into my eyes lustfully.

Mathew bent down to kiss the tops of my stockings, then tantalizingly trailed his tongue up the inside of my thigh. Reaching toward my pussy with both hands he opened my pussy wide with his fingers. He could see everything, how smoothly I'd shaved, how wet I was, and how my little clit was swollen and practically throbbing to be touched. Slowly, too slowly, he began teasing me with his tongue, licking over each of my lips, missing my clit entirely. Suddenly his tongue dived into my pussy, darting in and out making me crazy. "Mmmm....you taste so good, Emily." The humming made me even more wild, and without thinking my hand slid down to my rub my clit. Before I could touch it, Mathew grabbed my wrist, and gently said, "I'll touch you everywhere, don't worry, just relax." 

Soon enough he ran his tongue up, a long lick from below the hole all the way up to my clit. He ran his tongue over and over around my clit in circles, making me squirm on the desk and open my legs wider. My juices trickled from my pussy down along the crack of my ass. I felt his fingers open my pussy wide as his tonguing of my clit continued. He slipped a long thick finger into my pussy, pressing upwards and finding my spot inside. He pressed against the spot, and I began moving my hips, wanting him to finger fuck me deeper and harder. He'd barely even started, but I was already so close. He added another finger and began rhythmically pumping in and out of my wetness, never stopping with his lingual assault on my clit. He licked for many minutes and I felt my pussy twitching inside, very close. His thumb trailed down my wetness and teased gently around my other hole, pushing me over the edge. I exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm. Waves of pleasure washed over me as Mathew's fingers continued to pump inside me and I could feel my pussy contracting around his fingers. 

As I slowly got back to my senses, I raised myself up on elbows and saw Mathew looking at my face, grinning. "That was excellent. How about you? Are you hungry too?" All the kissing, licking and touching had made me beyond excited. As I looked down into Mathew's lap, I could see he was very excited too. The semi-firm bulge I'd felt while sitting in his lap was now a full fledged tenting, and his eyes sparkled with lust.

I slowly raised myself up, sitting on the edge of the desk. He had teased me, and I'm looked forward to teasing back. Unhurriedly I slid down off the desk, between his legs. Standing in front of him, I leisurely reached behind me and unhooked my bra, looking at his eyes while I lowered it, letting it drop to the floor to join my panties and coat. My perfectly round breasts were inches from his face, and the hard nipples ached to be touched. I then slowly bent over at the waist leaning my hands on his thighs.  I leaned forward putting my lips close to his ear and whispered, "Yes, very hungry. Got any suggestions?" He stared at my breasts in front of him and reached up to touch them. I pulled his tie over his head, and unbuttoned his shirt quickly.  I stood up, and he reached forward to tweak my nipples. Leaning back over I kissed his lips tasting my juices on him. As I kissed down to his neck and chest I was overwhelmed with how good he smelled. I pulled his hands from my breasts and put them on the arms of the chair, signaling him that it was my turn to make him feel good.

I gently kissed his chest, and licked lightly over his nipples. Soon his nipples were like little pebbles, and he began to moan quietly. As I alternated between nipples I began to unfasten his belt, while rubbing lightly on the bulge. Pleased at how excited I'd made him, I carefully unzipped his pants and tugged down on the sides. He lifted his hips, helping me. I kneeled so my face was even with his hidden cock, and watched his eyes as I slipped my hand into the waistband of his boxers. I gingerly grasped his cock and felt it hot and throbbing in my hand. With the other hand I tugged down on the boxers, pulling them to his ankles with his pants. I looked up into his eyes as I slowly started to run my hand up and down his shaft. The precum on the tip lubricated my hand movement, and I could tell Mathew was using supreme control in keeping his hips still. 

Slowly I eased his legs wider and licked one very long lick all the way up the length of his cock. With the other hand I gently caressed his balls, which were already very tight. I knew if I wasn't careful, this wouldn't last long, and I intended to have plenty of fun. I took Mathew's hands in mine, and directed them to the sides of my breasts, then leaned forward to slide his cock between my breasts as he pressed them together. As his cock peeked up from between my breasts, I lightly licked the head, lubricating his cock as it began to slide up and down between my breasts. Each time the head peeked up I licked a little more, and then finally his cock slid up and I took the head slowly into my mouth. Mathew released my breasts as I gradually eased his cock further into my warm, wet mouth. With one hand on his cock, and the other on his thigh to signal him to keep his hips still, I slid slowly down his cock with my tight lips pressing further and further down. Finally he was deep into my throat, and I could feel his trimmed pubes tickling my nose. God, he tasted so good.

Sliding his cock from my mouth, but without letting the head from my lips, I began to slide up and down his cock. I could feel his cock throbbing on my tongue. My hair fell in front of my face, and I felt Mathew gently gather my hair in his hands and hold it behind my head. I quickened the pace, but was careful not to be too rhythmic since I wanted his pleasure to last. I licked down the front of the shaft to his balls, taking each one gently in my mouth as I continued to stroke his cock with my wet hands. Occasionally I held just the head in my mouth, looking into his eyes to see how excited he was. After only a few minutes, I could feel his need rising. The hand holding my hair began to press lightly and urgently on the back of my head. His hips began to move, just slightly, pushing his cock even deeper into my mouth.

I popped the head of his cock from my mouth and said, "Are you ready, Mathew? I'm going to make you cum now." He groaned loudly, unable to even put in words how much he needed to release, and that was my answer. I held his cock tightly in my hand, and slid him deeply into my mouth. I tightened my lips around the shaft, and began to move up and down, deeper and deeper. I didn't stop, but kept the same pace, not too fast. I felt his hand behind my head and let him pick the pace, gently pulling my mouth down onto his cock. With my other hand I lightly held his balls, now they were so tight it was clear his end was eminent. "Oh God Emily, don't stop!" And I wouldn't stop, not until I felt his cum spurting into my mouth.

After only another minute, he thrust his cock deep into my mouth and came, shooting gobs of cum into my mouth as though he'd been saving up for weeks. I held my mouth still around him until his cock stopped twitching and gently released it from my lips. Looking up at him I smiled, and he looked pleased and slightly dazed. "Sorry we didn't go out for lunch?" I teased.

Mathew laughed, "Now why would I want to go out, when we have such fine cuisine here?" And with that he pulled me up into his lap and we kissed, each of us tasting each other on our lips. We helped each other get dressed, and I was shocked to see that this lunch break had taken much more than an hour. He took one last look at my body before helping me into my coat. As I buttoned the coat he stepped toward his door, unlocking it.

He opened the door, and as I stepped through I saw his secretary staring right at us. I spun around, my eyes wide and wordlessly asked him if she could have possibly heard what we'd done. He smiled down at me in a comforting way, taking any worries I had away. Looking directly and unabashedly at his secretary while holding my hand, he simply asked, "Were there any calls?"

Shaken from her wide-eyed stare, she replied, "No, no calls."

"Then that will be all, Eunice." For a second she just stared in disbelief, but Mathew didn't flinch. She stood up in a snit and stormed out of the room.

"Poor dear probably hasn't had sex in a decade," Matthew said. "In fact hearing us might have been the most action she's seen in years." I giggled, feeling less embarrassed and more in awe of this wonderful man.

He leaned over and kissed me passionately, promising me with his lips that there would be many more intimate occasions for us to look forward to.




Lunchtime Surprise



The alarm went off at the normal time. I hate going to work. I jump in the shower, throw on my clothes and head out the door. I get to the office and start my daily routine. 

I had gotten involved in a emergency project and totally lost track of time. That's when I heard my cell phone vibrate. It was a text message from you. All it said was, "I'm here, get your ass downstairs." 

I was confused, but excited at the same time. I turned off my computer, grabbed my jacket and headed to the elevator. Even though the elevator arrived right away, it seemed like it took forever. I headed out the front doors and there was your car. 

I went around to the passenger side and got in. I sat down and turned to look at you. You had a look of lust in your eyes. You didn't say a word, and just put the car in gear and started driving to the back of the parking lot. 

You pull into a secluded spot, partially covered by a shade tree. You turn the car off and turn to face me. Without saying a word, you lurch at me like a cheetah on the prowl. Your lips press against mine, and your tongue forces it's way into my mouth. 

I kiss back, and our tongues enter into a war to see who can get the furthest into the others mouth. I reach out and take one of your breasts into my hand. I am gently caressing and squeezing your tits. Then I notice that you aren't wearing a bra. 

You stop kissing me and back away, slowly unbuttoning your blouse. After all the buttons have been undone, you open your shirt and present two of the most gorgeous tits I have ever seen. Large and round, with half dollar size areolas. 

Your nipples are hard with excitement. I reach out with both hands and grab your tits and pull them to my mouth. Sucking your nipples into my mouth, I take turns from one to the other, licking and sucking. 

You reach out to me and start rubbing my dick through my khakis. I am hard as a rock. You unbuckle my belt and open my pants. Sticking your hand down my pants, you start rubbing my dick through my boxers. You are wearing a stretchy skirt, and from the smell of your excitement, you aren't wearing any panties either. 

I reach down and slowly slide your skirt up your legs. My hand finds your hot, wet pussy with ease. Your juices are leaking all over and my finger has no trouble entering your pussy. I am rubbing your pussy and fondling your clit. 

This is driving you crazy. Pushing away from me, and with a look of a starved crazy person, you almost cry out that you need your pussy eaten. We climb into the back seat, and you lean back against the car door and spread your legs to me. Your shaved pussy is totally exposed. I lean down and lick you from the bottom to the top of your tasty cunt. 

With one hand you reach down and spread your pussy lips for me, and with the other hand you are pulling and rubbing your nipples. I stick my tongue as far into your pussy and try to get as much of your juices as I can. I run my tongue over your clit and flick and suck it into my mouth. You are thrusting your ass up, pushing your pussy into my mouth. 

The orgasm starts in your toes and slowly travels up your body until it slams into your cunt. You squeeze your legs together, slamming my head into your pussy. Holding me there until your orgasm passes. I come up to you and start kissing you. 

Sharing your juices with you. You moan with delight. I can't take anymore, I need to have that velvet pussy squeezing my cock. I position myself with my dick at the opening of your cunt. 

With one push, I enter your pussy. I sink all the way in you until my balls hit your ass. You wrap your legs around my waist and pull me into you. 

I back out until I'm just about to exit you, and then slam all the way back in.....ramming my balls into your ass. We repeat this for a while. Crying out, you say "Harder, Harder, fuck that pussy, fuck that pussy." 

I'm getting so turned on by your nasty talk. As I slam my hard dick into your wet pussy, I ask you "Whose pussy is it?"

You scream, "It's your pussy, It's your pussy, fuck your pussy, fuck your pussy with that hard cock of yours!" We pick up the pace, and I am ramming my cock into your pussy like a jack hammer. 

You are jabbing your heels into my back, and pulling me into you with every thrust. My balls tighten and I can feel the tingling in my nuts. With a certain urgency in your voice, you say "cum on my tits, baby. Spray that cum all over my tits and face." 

I pull out and climb up your midsection. The first shot hits you right on the chin, splashing cum up over your cheeks. The second shot hits just under your chin and runs down between your gorgeous tits. You reach up and grab my pulsating cock and direct the rest of my cum in your mouth. 

Your tongue is sticking out and you are licking and twirling your tongue around my cock head. I collaspe onto my knees and put my dick in between your tits. Rubbing my cum around, I push your tits together and start fucking those gorgeous melons. 

You are licking the cum from your cheeks and chin like it is the best ice cream in the world. I raise up and slide my dick into your mouth and you clean all the cum from my cock. 

With a loud "Pop" my dicks slips out of your mouth. All I can say is "Wow!" as I fall back into the seat. I never thought my day would turn out like this when I woke up this morning.



Lunchtime Surprise



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Lunchtime Treats



"Are you due back at the office?" he asked quietly.

"Eventually they will notice I am gone. I'd give it about three or four days." She stated simply eyeing him without an expression on her usually very expressive face.

"Did you lock the door?" he asked as he put away the phone that he'd been talking on since she got to this office about ten minutes ago.

"No, it's your office, why would I lock the door?" she said testily. 

He cast her a look and strode to his door. Locking it quietly, he walked towards her and pulled her onto her feet. He wasn't very gentle about it either. 

"I want to screw." He said without preamble and immediately put his hand into her skirt. 

She was as usual, without knickers. He drew in a breath. The erotica she'd been reading between work had got her wet. He didn't know that. He didn't need to, not just yet anyway.

"You're wet." He stated unnecessarily. 

She groaned as he flicked her clit a couple of times. Moving her skirt to her waist, it bunched up and accorded him an unhindered view of her pussy. She was now wet enough some of it was seeping through the lips. It seemed to please him. He pushed her back until she felt the edge of his desk on her naked butt. Lifting her, he placed her at the edge and parted her legs with both hands. His intent gaze would have made her shifty but the idea of him fucking her in his office at ten in the morning was a panty soaker. 

"Open your legs for me....." he asked in her ear.

It was actually more of a demand. She did as asked; after all, she hadn't come to discuss world economy. The outer muscles of her thighs ached because of the width he wanted. It was wide alright. Squirming on the table, she moved her hips up towards him, demanding more. 

He took record time to undo the zipper of his pants and pull his hard cock out of his briefs. His cock had never failed to arouse her. There are many types of cocks. However, there are fewer cocks that are good looking. He had a good looking cock and it helped that it was thick. Not huge like in porn but ecstatically thick with a round knob of a head that did the yummiest things to her cunt.

He slowly thrust in. Once, twice and thrice. The fourth time he angled a little and went in up to the hilt. It felt so good she moaned out loud. Putting his hand over her mouth, he punished her for the noise by thrusting so hard and deep it just about hurt. She gritted her teeth and braced herself on the table.

He grinned in typical male vanity and brought her legs over his shoulders. It meant he had to bend slightly to get the thrust right. It also meant he had a lot more leg power and he used it to the full. She instinctively gripped him with her cunt muscles and he groaned out loud. She opened her eyes and smirked at him. He smiled at the quiet dig. 

Leaning down to nip her nipple through her light top, he released her legs and let them slide down his shirt clad arms. Pulling out, he muttered incoherently. She was disappointed; she hadn't thought it would be over this soon. Even for a quickie this was a bit much. Also she hadn't felt him cum. 

He'd played this teasing game with her before. Thrust inside her a couple of times before leaving her unfinished to go for a meeting. It made her livid. But she knew that he knew she liked the anticipation. It was one of the reasons she was still sleeping with him three years down the road. Married or not. 

He helped her off his desk and pushed her onto her knees. She came into direct contact with his hard cock. Visual and physical contact. He looked down at her; she looked up past the handsome cock and at him. He twitched and she felt herself respond to that. 

"Taste me. Please." The please was an afterthought. It was more of a demand. She toyed with the idea of refusing just to check is reaction. Nah, it wasn't worth the effort. She had other opportunities to be wilful.

She gave in with a groan. Tasting and smelling herself on him, she licked her juices off him. Turning the taste in her mouth, she gave another groan and let her tongue lick the knob twitching before her. He took her head in his hands and pushed her mouth further onto his cock. He wasn't interested in pleasantries today.

She licked, sucked and played with his balls. All the while, her hands were playing with his shaft. Putting him back in her mouth, she went as deep as she could possibly go in this position. It was gagging but it felt good. And he smelt so good. It was an arousing scent, making her feel the need to make him cum all over her.

However, he pulled away before she could achieve that. Closing his eyes on a shudder, he turned her and pushed her forward. This meant that he had another unhindered view of her pussy, only this time from the back. Sucking his dick had made her impossibly wet. 

She felt, rather than heard him kneel behind her and slip his cock deep inside her. She bit back a long moan and instead tried to grab the soft carpeting beneath them. Not entirely a useful attempt as her hands slid off. He reached for her and backed her up into him. 

It was incredibly erotic feeling him fuck her hard on the floor of his office. Neither of them was fully undressed and he hadn't bothered with protection either. She felt her orgasm approach and taking one hand off the carpet, she reached for her clit. She was feeling greedy. She wanted both the clitoral and vaginal orgasm.

He slapped her hand away.

"You know I hate it when someone else makes you cum, even if it is yourself. That's my job." He groaned out and replaced her hand with his. She didn't have time to react to that comment because she came. Closing her eyes, she held the soundtrack in and let him feel her spasm around his cock. Sighing deeply as her world calmed down, she heard him chuckle.

"Good girl." He said before thrusting into her hard. Grabbing her ass, he pounded into her a couple of times before shuddering his cum into her now soaping pussy. He was remarkably talented when it came to quiet sex.

Pulling out of her after a few breath-restoring moments, he slapped her butt possessively and stood up. Helping her up, he kissed her quick and short before shooing her into the private bathroom in his office.

"I have a meeting in ten. Hurry up. And there's something for you there as well. You'll love it." He said whispering. 

Her sigh was content, smug and very accomplished as she opened the wrapped gift. It was gorgeous.



Lunchtime Tryst



It was un unusually warm spring day. The office was empty. Everyone else had gone to lunch except me. . .and him. I stood at the window in the lobby, watching him. He was laying on the grass out front, catching some rays.

I was feeling incredily horny that and, God knew I was attracted to this man! 

'Damn,' I thought to myself. 'I would love to go out there, rip our clothes off and ride his hard dick until my ass gets sunburned!' Then I had to laugh at myself.

I sat back down at my desk and tried to focus on my work. A few minutes later, he came in and sat down at the workstation next to mine. He got online and surfed for a while. We chatted a bit. Eventually, we turned away from the computers and focused on each other. We talked; not really a conversation, more of a flirtatious verbal sparring match. Obviously, he was feeling as horny as I was that day.

I remember asking him if his dick was hard. He made a move toward his zipper as if he was about to show me. I looking him in the eye, raised my eyebrows, then glanced down at his crotch as if to say, 'Go ahead.' He did. He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out right there at the desk! Lord, what a magnificent hard-on he had! I stared at it lustfully. After a moment he put it back in his pants and zipped them up.

I followed him down the hall to the little kitchen. He poured himself a cup of coffee. I said something suggestive, I don't recall what. He put his cup down and pulled his dick out again. This time, I reached out and grasped it, giving it a little squeeze. It felt so good in my hand! He closed his eyes briefly, a look of pleasure on his face. Then he got spooked by a sound somewhere in the office and he put his dick back in his pants and zipped up again.

We stepped across the hall to the smaller of the two conference rooms. Again, he pulled out his hard dick. This time, he began to stroke it. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. It was so incredibly sexy! I'm not sure what turned me on more - watching his hand stroking that beautiful erection or the expression of raw sexual pleasure on his face! Whatever the case, I was incredibly turned on. My pussy was drenched! I was mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he continued to masturbate. I wanted to suck his dick so bad!

"Lock the door." he whispered hoarsely.

"The lock doesn't work." I said.

He went across the hall to the larger conference room. I stood just outside the door, watching him. I was vaguely aware that I was licking my lips as I stood there with my eyes glued to his hard cock. I knew we shouldn't be doing this at work, but I wanted him so much!

"I have to. . ." I began to speak, but almost immediately lost my train of thought.

In a heartbeat, I stepped through the door, locked it and was across the room, on my knees before him.I put my hands on his hips and immediately took the full length of that magnificent cock into my mouth, sucking him hungily, greedily. His hard meat felt so good on my tongue! I could taste a bit of pre-cum and I knew it wouldn't be long before he shot his load down my throat.

Then, out of nowhere, he said, "We have to stop. . ."

'No!' I thought. I moaned and sucked him into my mouth deeply, hoping to dissuade him from making me stop.

He stepped back, pulling his cock from my lips.

"We have to stop." he said again.

I reached out and grasped the base of his cock firmly. I looked up at him. Our eyes locked.

"Please, Paul," I pleaded. "please don't make me stop!"

The expression on his face told me that he was standing on the fence of indecision, teetering between 'stop' and 'don't stop.'

I leaned closer to him and stuck out my tongue, looking into his eyes as I licked around and around the head of his throbbing cock.

"Please let me suck your dick." I pleaded.

Searching his eyes, I could see him losing his balance, falling to the 'don't stop' side of the mental fence. He nodded his head, almost imperceptibly; such a slight movement that I almost thought I imagined it. But the lust in his eyes and the throbbing of his cock told me that he wanted me to suck him - he wanted it bad!

I wrapped my arms around his hips and pulled him against me, closing my eyes as I took all of him into my mouth again. I slid my lips up and down his engorged member. I tasted more pre-cum. He began to moan aloud as I squeezed his ass and sucked him as hard as I could.

'Cum for me!' I thought. 'Cum in my mouth!'

He put his hands on the back of my head and groaned louder.

"I'm cumming. . ." he whispered hoarsely. And I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat.

I moaned with pleasure and kept sucking him, swallowing every drop. God, it tasted amazing!

When he was spent, I released my grip on his ass and and let him withdraw his dick from my mouth. He dropped into a chair behind him. His orgasm had left his face flushed and his knees wobbly. He put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up on last time.

I knelt in front of his chair, between his legs. I smiled at him, then leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hesitated. Then I felt his arms encircle my waist and he squeezed me tightly against him.

"They're gonna be back from lunch soon." he said.

"I know." I replied. And with that, we left the conference room, each returning to our own desks, and went on with our workday.



Lunchtime Visitor



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The lock cylinder didn't provide its usual resistance when I twisted my front door key. My condo door swung open and I saw a man's dress shirt and slacks folded neatly atop a pair of polished shoes on the stairs.

It sounded like the TV was on in the den. As I came around the corner, I saw Jim, the man who had been fucking me for a few months, relaxing on the couch. He was naked and slowly stroked his cock while watching the screen.

"My 11:30 cancelled and I knew you'd be home for lunch," he said, glancing in my direction. "I used the key you hide on the front porch and got a head start."

"So I can see," I replied.

"Get undressed. We both have to get back to work soon."

As I was shedding my clothes, I noticed what Jim had been watching while he waited. Not long after we'd hooked up, he suggested filming our sex sessions. I had agreed, on the condition that the tapes stay in my possession. In addition to ensuring their safekeeping, the collection of high-quality action ensured that I always had something to jerk off to.

Recently, Jim installed a remote camera mount in the upper corner of my bedroom. The high-end camera he used made clips that looked incredible on the high-def TV in my living room.

On the screen, I was on my back, my legs spread and held open wide. Jim was kneeling between my splayed legs, his erect cock shining with lube and poised at the entrance to my hole.

"This is my favorite part," Jim said as we watched. "Watch your face when my dick fills your ass."

He was right, as Jim pushed in, a look of bliss filled my face. The truth is, I was always happy when I had his dick in my mouth, but I was heaven to fill him fill my ass.

I finished undressing and knelt in front of Jim's knees. As I leaned in and took his cock into my mouth, he released his grip on its base, leaving all of it to me. Normally, I'd be happy to take my time with his dick — licking the shaft, sucking the head, teasing his balls with my tongue, anything that kept it stiff and pulsing. But with limited time, I went to work on freeing his load from his balls.

After a quick suck or two on Jim's cockhead, I began to work him deeper into my mouth. When I thought I was ready, I rose up off his dick, until just the tip was touching my lips. I parted my lips widely and slid his hard cock along my tongue and deep into my throat. Without touching my lips to his skin, I took all of him into my mouth. When I closed my lips around the base of his shaft and gently sucked, Jim moaned his approval.

"I should have gotten the camera out," he said. "Watching you work my dick is hot as hell."

I held his shaft in my mouth, swallowing slowing and letting Jim savor the feeling of having his cock engulfed.

"Are you hard?" he asked.

In my focus to please him with my mouth, I'd lost the erection that sprang up when I saw him spread out on the couch, stroking his cock. I shook my head slightly.

"Well get it hard," he said. "You suck me better when you are ready to cum."

I gripped my semi-hard dick and stroked it as I continued to work Jim with my mouth. When I was sufficiently hard, I sat up to show him my stiff dick.

"Are you going to cum in my mouth or my ass?" I ask, as I grip his shaft with my hand and stroke the pad of my thumb along the sensitive underside of his manhood. "I'll give you anything you want."

"I would love to fuck you," he said. "But your mouth has nearly pushed me over the edge. I'm going to cum any second!"

I can feel his cock pulsing and I know it won't be long. Sliding my hand down his shaft, I take him back into my mouth. Squeezing with my hand and pumping him along my tongue, I soon get my reward.

"FUCK yes," Jim moaned as he fills my mouth with his seed.

It is nearly more than I can take, but I swallow gamely, and only release his cock when he pushes me back onto my heels.

"Jerk your dick," he said. " I want to see you shoot."

I pulled furiously at my cock, my eyes never leaving Jim's. In less than a minute, I felt my balls tighten, and I came all over my belly and chest. Jim stood as I tried to catch my breath. He scooped some of my come from my chest with his finger and touched it to my lips.

"Don't worry," he said, walking toward the front door and his clothes. "I'll be by after work for a piece of that ass."



Lunchtime with Keller and Lovey



As Keller Raines pulled his big truck into the driveway from the main road, he remembered that his wife, Lovey or Ilovya (pronounced, I-love-ya), a birth name her parents thought was clever at the time, had planned to be busy in the kitchen that day. She was making strawberry preserves to give as Christmas gifts...a thing everyone looked forward to. He knew that Led Zeppelin would be blasting on the CD player. It was their secret that she was a rock n roll fan. She also liked Sarah Vaughn and Rachmaninoff, but promised not to play any of them while he was around. She would, at least, not blast them the way she liked and usually did.

They had been married for 8 months, had a little house built on a seldom traveled country road. Keller was born and raised in the country and had never left his cozy little town in all his 31 years, disliking the thought of living in a large, bustling city. His brothers, parents and everyone else he knew, was still in town or on the outskirts of it.

Being big and strong, there was very little he and his twin, Jeeter, - one of the family partners in the trucking business -- were incapable of doing. There was plenty of business for them to make a really good living.

Lovey had gone to live in a big city when she was 22 years old. She preferred her small town home also, but the job opportunities were few and far between in "the village". It was a "man's-work" town. Girls could only aspire to being housewives and mothers. Not that she felt anything was wrong with that. She planned to be a mother someday herself. It's just that, for the time being, she was more adventurous...as different from the rest of the women in town as Bilbo Baggins was from the other Hobbits.

The big city was where she developed her preference for music. Even though she was shy and soft spoken, she was also risqué and a little kool compared to the other housewife types in the community. Of course, this made her an outcast, mostly of her own doing. But, she had learned to live and let live when she worked in the city. Whether her fault or not, it caused her to spend much of her time alone or with family, who couldn't reject her if they'd wanted to, for she lived up to her nickname.

A lull in Keller's day had allowed him to come home for some lunch. This was a rare occasion. He hoped Lovey would be home and hadn't changed her mind about canning, or whatever. All day he couldn't get her off his mind. The business of running his trucking company constantly competed with her. He kept a photo of her on his rearview mirror. He had deliberately chosen the photo with the head to waist view. The clingy "V" necked sweater exposed just enough to keep him interested, but not enough to entertain possible passengers.

For a small town, the traffic had been pretty heavy. He usually traveled outside town on business days and seldom got to see the local roadways. Traffic didn't move through town as quickly as it did on the open road and there were red lights everywhere. While getting stuck at almost all of them, he could sometimes get lost in the photo of Lovey when he was extra horny.

He thought about her ample breasts, her butter soft skin, forced his mind to scroll down the photo, below the frame to the sweetest little fuzzy pussy he'd ever ravaged in his 18 years of active sexual duty.

As he finally pulled up to the house, the smell of sweet strawberry had gathered outside the kitchen window. Lovey had placed the box fan at the window facing outward to suck the heat out of the kitchen. He tried to get an impatient peek at her through one of the windows, almost losing control of the truck.

The driveway wasn't designed for a truck that size. One had to be an excellent driver to avoid Lovey's shrubs and flowers, unwisely planted at the top of the driveway where the turn is executed. He sheepishly looked over to see if the near tragedy had been observed. Sure enough, he saw her standing at the back door, keeping a disapprovingly close eye on the truck's clumsy approach.

He parked the dirty behemoth at the end of the driveway, in the shade of the huge leafy shade tree, and realized for the first time that his jeans were unzipped. His penis was straining against his underwear and the whole corporation was bulging through the open zipper. He had been unconsciously massaging it for awhile. As he climbed down from the driver's seat, he made no attempt to waste time zipping up.

Lovey was surprised to see Keller coming home with the truck midday. She wondered if he was sick or if something had happened. She braced herself for whatever. She went back inside to shut off the CD player. She would have done it when she heard the truck's tires crunching up the gravel driveway, but her concern was focused on her endangered backyard flora.

Waiting for him at the backdoor, she unlocked it as he jumped down from the cab. She smiled to herself when she saw his bulging crotch and the hungry way he was looking at her. When she recognized that familiar look, the reason for his midday house call was no longer a mystery. She turned and went back into the kitchen to shut the burners off. From the look of things, she figured she wouldn't be continuing with her strawberry project for awhile.

The screen door slammed as she removed her favorite yellow apron that she had sewn herself. Keller marched into the kitchen without saying a word and caught her around the waist from behind just as she dropped the apron on the island counter. It had covered her so well, he hadn't noticed that she was topless underneath...and he was pleasantly surprised.

Her breasts stood firm against her chest. They were round, but got pointy toward the nipples so that they stood way out. If it weren't for her noticeable nipples, it would've look like she was wearing one of those bras from the 1950's with the pointy Madonna cups. Keller would often tease that they begged for tassels. She was self-conscious about them sometimes and, when going into town to shop, wore a bra to smash them down a little. Sexy was another style not smiled on by the old fashioned town's women and Lovey was a conformist about some things...sometimes.

The silky skin on her abdomen was slightly damp with perspiration. Droplets of sweat began to run down from the crease under her tits onto Keller's arm. He gently cupped one of her boobs in his other sweaty hand. After squeezing and jiggling it playfully, he rotated it gently against her chest. Burying his face in the slope of her neck, he kissed, suck and nibble there. His breath came heavy as he wormed his tongue into her ear.

He nudged her firmly forward and pinned her soft, round body against the kitchen counter and pressed his throbbing cock against the small of her back. Finding a perfectly fleshed out woman he could love and marry was like winning the lottery. He started grinding his throbbing cock against the small of her back. The perspiration caused her cotton bikini panties to cling to her gyrating buttocks.

"How long are you home for?" she managed to ask.

"As long as it takes," he answered.

"In that case," she teased, "we can take our time."

"But I'm hard now," he insisted.

"Good," she whispered, "stay that way, you can get me hard too."

From the look in his eyes, she could clearly see that she had him where she wanted him. She decided to have a little fun with him.

"Sit down and have some lunch...first," she said extricating herself from his powerful grip.

Keller was annoyed, but to be fair, he agreed, even though he didn't like the hang-fire game when he was horny. He had been hanging fire all day. But, he remembered she didn't like the jump-on-me-right-away technique either, but she went along, sometimes, just for him. And so, to be fair, he would return the favor and play along with her.

Keller sat down at the kitchen counter eyeing Lovey impatiently as she prepared a sandwich. She deliberately stepped hard on the floor making her naked bosom jiggle and sway. When she bent over to pick up a utensil she had "accidentally" dropped, her panties would ride up and get stuck in the crack of her ass and cling to her moist, bouncy buns. When she stood up, she made no attempt to free them. She smiled to herself knowing her little show was making him crazy for her.

Stirring the lemonade was especially fun and enticing, as her breasts rocked back and forth across her chest with each swirl of the spoon. Keller had to smile, knowing what she was up to. She was playing a dangerous game with her horny man.

She finally finished building the sandwich and doing all the other silly seduction stuff. Lovey set his lunch in front of him and stood close to him while he wolfed it down. Each time he raised the sandwich to his mouth, she made sure she arched her back so that his arm brushed her tits. When she got no visible reaction, she leaned forward and licked some mustard from the corner of his mouth and lingered there with her body pressed against his. Just as he was about to seize her, she jumped away from him and smiled seductively. Smiling back, he stared at her for a moment letting his eyes wander down to her chest, then turned slowly and went back to his sandwich.

As if looking for something else naughty to tease him with, she leaned back against the counter and slipped her hand inside her panties. She tossed her head back; half closed her eyes and began to slowly massage her crotch.

"God, it's hot in here," she whined. "I can't believe how wet my pussy is."

"I hate you so much right now," he said smiling and shaking his head slowly. "When I finish this sandwich, I'm gonna wear your ass out. You know that, right?" he said, still smiling.

She chuckled and purred. "Not if I wear you out first."

He took the last bite of his sandwich, saying, "I dare you to try."

"I try not," she said in her best Yoda impersonation, "I do...or do not." Star Wars was one of her favorite movies and she quoted from it whenever the opportunity to do so presented itself.

She smiled seductively again, winked and took his plate to the sink with Keller close behind. Just as she dropped the plate into the sink, she felt his now harder bulge brush against the small of her back again. He pressed her against the counter and squeezed her close to him. His beefy hand grasped one of her breasts and pressed it hard against her chest. He unbuttoned his blue jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Lovey reached behind him and clutched his ass through his underwear and massaged the rotating cheeks for a moment before pulling the briefs down to his thighs. With his naked cock trapped between their two bodies, he started grinding it firmly against her.

She closed her eyes and smiled, licking her lips. "I love this so-o-o much. You are so perfect at this and I am SO glad I married you," she gushed. "Promise me that if I ever get Alzheimer's, you will fuck me anyway, whether I know about it or not." She rolled her head back on his chest and chuckled, then let out a long, low moan.

"That's not funny," he warned, "and Alzheimer's is not a sexy thing to talk about when I'm getting ready to bust my wad."

"Well, feel free to punish me, why don't you," she sighed.

He stepped back slightly and gave her several sharp, stinging whacks on her bottom. She feigned shock and made a feeble attempt to get away, but he held her firmly in his muscular arm.

He lifted her up slightly so that his prick would be right on the crack of her ass. He humped her hard from behind as she placed her small hand over his, encouraging him to knead her heaving breast more vigorously. She brought her other hand up and squeezed her other tit firmly, tweaking and pulling on the hardening nipple. They were both tingling and she knew they were swelling with the pressure.

Slowly, Keller slid one knee between hers and pushed her legs apart so that her thighs were slightly open. He let go of her tit and it bounced back into its place on her chest. His hand leisurely roamed down to the elastic waistband on her cotton panties. Slipping a fingertip under the elastic, he pulled the panties down until his finger grazed her pubic hair. Without pulling her panties off, his hand wandered further down to her fleshy mound, alternately kneading and rubbing there. He could feel her crispy pubic hairs through the thin cotton fabric.

As she moaned with mounting pleasure, he placed his hand inside her now wet panties and onto her bushy pussy. She kept the bush neatly manicured, NOT clean shaven like some pre-pubescent girl and those porno bitches. All the while, she kept her hand on his as it wandered slowly down.

With her head still lying back on him, she turned her face around to his and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, sucking her tongue and probing her mouth. She greedily sucked it and opened her mouth wider inviting him to plunge in deeper.

Meanwhile, his middle finger had found her cunt crack and he wormed it into the hot, wet mass of flesh searching for her clit. It was eagerly waiting for more hands-on stimulation and had already begun to swell and turn a glistening, wet crimson. He knew it would get even bigger...as big as a nickel and sticking out nearly half an inch like a miniature dong. When fully engorged, it could be seen peeking out from between her pussy lips. He usually didn't like direct stimulation so soon, but he so enjoyed her reaction.

Keller took it between his thumb and index finger, rolling it around and squeezing it, and tugging on it, causing her body to suddenly pitch back and forth...like a fish out of water. She hammered convulsively on his powerful arm with her fist, while crying out in excruciating pleasure and sometimes slight pain, feeding the tiny, secret masochist in her.

He stopped working her clit and gradually slid his finger farther back searching for her cunt hole. Two of his fingers were crammed deep inside her as far as they would go. He swirled them round and round in her juicy tunnel, thrusting them forcefully up and in and out and back in again and again. A third finger was squeezed in, stretching the aperture open wider, allowing the hot juice to escape and coat his hand.

When Keller pulled his fingers out of her at last, his whole hand was wet and slippery with her juice. He opened her cunt lips wide and returned to her baby dick, bigger and harder now. He rubbed it hard and fast, feeling it bend back and forth as he manipulated it.

Her body shuddered intensely, her buttocks tightened and released. As Lovey's body jerked and wrenched, she cried out, almost screaming, sometimes whimpering. Her head twisted from side to side, lips pulled back over clinched teeth, eyes bulging, face contorted. She stroked the back of his hand convulsively, sometimes squeezing it, sometimes digging her nails into his skin.

Lovey groaned and moaned louder, gasping for breath, her big tits heaving as her body continued writhing furiously. She pressed her body tighter to his, gyrating and grinding her buttocks into his hard dick.

Suddenly, Keller couldn't take it any longer. He had to relieve his long suffering dong. He let her down gently.

Turning to face him and, with his help, she hoisted herself onto the counter. She placed her heels wide apart on the edge and propped herself up with her hands behind her, rotating her ass enticingly.

"Stick your tongue up my pussy, Kellie. Eat my pussy, baby," she begged, licking her lips in a desperate whisper.

Keller bent forward and took her ass cheeks in his hands and lowered his mouth down to her wet slit. He could see the juice leaking out of her. Hungrily, he slurped it up and spread it over her soft, plump pussy lips, working his way to her big clit. His tongue swirled around her love button and then took it into his mouth and sucked it loudly. The tongue flicked the tip of it, and his teeth gently nibbled it. He took her whole steaming pussy into his mouth, chewing and sucking on the blood-engorged inner lips.

"Oh my God, baby," screamed Lovey. "Yes, oh yes, suck me! Suck my pussy, baby! Suck me harder! Oh, oh, oh, don't stop. Don't stop," she cried. "Um-m-m-m, yeah, that's good. Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Eat me, eat my pussy, eat it, baby, eat it! That's good, baby. So good, so good," she moaned breathlessly.

The sweat ran down her naked breasts as they shook and bounced and rolled heavily around on her chest with her movements. She grasped the back of his head with one hand and forced his mouth deeper into her cunt. She arched her back and brought her pussy up to meet his mouth. Lovey grunted as she rubbed Keller's head fitfully. He stuck his tongue up her pussy hole, shoving it back and forth while he continued to massage and tug on her clit. He could feel her vaginal muscles tighten around his tongue.

"I need your dick, baby. I need your big dick now! Shove your big dick up my pussy now, baby! Fuck me hard, Kellie! Oh, God, Kellie-e-e-e-e-e, fuck me hard! Blow your wad up my pussy now, baby. I need it now, fuck me, fuck my pussy, baby. Fuck my pussy. FUCK MY PUSSY, YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!!" she screamed.

Keller withdrew his tongue from her contracting hole bringing some of her hot juice out with it. He looked into her eyes, slowly leaned forward, placed his mouth on hers and unloaded the bitter-sweet wad in her mouth.

As Keller rose to position himself, Lovey grabbed his enormous hard cock. It was so thick -- almost as thick and long as a seven-day candle - she couldn't get her fingers around it. His cock head and balls were the size of a potato. Most women in his life were afraid to let him pussy fuck them with a huge loaf like that. They would only suck and lick on it until he blew his considerable wad in their face. He was usually reduced to hiring prostitutes, whose pussies were loose enough to take two of him.

"That's not a dick, it's a fire hydrant," one woman observed.

Lovey's hole was tight, but she was determined to cram his dick into her somehow. After a year and a half of cramming and searing pain, she could get it all in. It was one of the reasons why he had fallen in love with her. She would go the extra painful distance, letting nothing stand in her way, just to please him and be with him.

He allowed Lovey to stuff the throbbing monster between her pussy lips and dig her fingers into his now bare ass, pulling him closer to her. Keller felt so proud of her, proud and fortunate to be with her. This feeling washed over him by surprise and so suddenly overwhelmed him that he thought he might die if he didn't get into her. He hastily clutched her ass cheeks and pulled her all the way to the edge of the counter. Just as she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt her nipples graze his hairy chest, she thought she saw tears in his eyes.

He forced his cock deeper between her cunt lips. He rubbed it there for a moment, spanking her clit with it. Then, suddenly, he clamped his eyes shut, threw back his head and with one powerful stroke, drilled his dick to the hilt, hard into her pussy, shocking her with its force. She gave a little whimper in response to the sudden pain, but got over it quickly. Lovey let go of his neck and leaned back on her elbows, her head resting on the windowsill. She lay there for a moment trying to recover from the attack. This was a new approach for him and she didn't know exactly what to expect from that point on.

He grabbed her ankles and placed her legs on his shoulders. For a moment, his shaft seemed to be stuck, as it had displaced the air inside her canal. But with all the bodily fluid oozing out of her, he soon began to glide smoothly. He slid his dick back out to her opening until his cockhead was almost out of her. Her pussy was gripping and grinding on it, as he worked it back and forth in short, quick movements. She felt an exhilarating mixture of stinging pain and an electric shock of pleasure going down her thighs making her toes curl.




Lunchtime with Keller and Lovey



Her hole was like a vice, increasing the friction on his already flaming prick. Keller drilled it into her just a little deeper and worked it back and forth there. He stabbed it in a little deeper still, working it more. Finally, he steered it up and into her until the whole thing was buried in her again. As he did, some of her juice squirted out of her and spotted his balls.

Lovey cried out again and he opened his eyes to check on her. She was looking at him in stunned disbelief.

"Is that good, baby? Is that hard enough for you?" he said as the sweat ran into his eyes.

"Yeah, baby...right there, right there. Throw it back as hard as you want, baby," she answered.

"Squeeze my dick, baby. Squeeze my dick with that sweet, tight pussy," he said as his breathing came deep and hard. "You want it harder?! WANT ME TO FUCK YOU HARDER?!" he howled as he slammed in and out of her time and time again.

She was far too overcome to hear him, let alone answer. In an attempt to bring her back to earth, he bellowed, "FUCK ME BACK, MOMMY! FUCK YOUR DADDY BACK, BABY GIRL!"

He ferociously pumped her drooling pussy, twisting his body so that his prick would pound hard against one wall of her fuck tunnel, then the other. All the while, she was growling or moaning or screaming, mindlessly begging him to keep fucking her "hard and deep".

Keller watched as Lovey's hand wandered down to her clit and rolled it between her fingers as he had done. He seized her nipples and began to tweak them and use them to pull and tug on her tits.

The tension mounted and he fucked wildly, hanging on to her nipples as if they were handles. The kitchen counter shook with each thrust, upsetting the canning jars. They were too far gone to notice or care.

Keller was reduced to a growling, moaning, and sweating, mindless sex machine on automatic. He was now a slave to his dick and her pussy. Lovey no longer existed for him. He was no longer self-aware. All he could do was fuck. He could not think. He could not speak. There was no more strategy, no more technique, no more planning the next move. There was only fucking.

He rammed his prick faster and faster as their frenzied efforts to climax shook the box fan in the window. Keller battered her cunt, plunging into her with his steel hard rod. The juice that had gushed out of her before had now settled at her asshole and still clung to his hairy balls. He had worked the majority of it out of her with his constant grinding.

Lovey's head was thrown back, her eyes closed. She made long guttural moans, loud sighs, and short squeals as Keller's violent pumping knocked the wind out of her with each stroke.

Suddenly she screamed, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," then gasping out, barely audibly, "Oh God, I'm cumming, cumming, cum, cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, OH! OH! FU-U-U-U-CK!"

She gritted her teeth and let out a series of short steady screams, while her head and body convulsed wildly. The flesh all over her body shook. Her toes curled and her fingers gripped the air and released spasmodically. Her eyeballs turned back in their sockets and, as if a sudden chill had come over her, her chin quivered and her teeth shattered uncontrollably. Lovey grunted and strained, struggling to breathe as a small wad of saliva ran down her sweaty cheek.

Slowly, her muscles relaxed and she was spent but, strangely, still aroused to look up and see Keller still madly pounding with eyes closed. She gathered her strength and slammed her pussy back to him, helping him to climax. Suddenly and without warning, his eyes and mouth shot open.

"Hold on, HOLD ON, HOLD ON," he gasped. He gripped her buttocks tighter, held his breath for a second and all at once a loud booming roar issued from deep inside him. "I'm holding on, baby. Just give it to me...just let me have it," she encouraged.

"OH SHIT, OH FUCKIN' SHIT!" he bellowed. Then in a piercing, staccato, "AH, AH, AH, AH." His buttocks quivered and lower body jerked.

With eyes clinched tightly shut, he pressed his chin into his chest and fell forward on the counter to steady himself. His face was contorted; he made short, quick, sporadic heaves that seemed involuntary. Hot streams of his thick spunk rolled out of Lovey's pussy and mingled with her own creamy goo.

"DAMN, baby," he gasped, "Whoa! Oh man. That was crazy."

Lovey could feel his prick become limp again. She nestled her pussy up close to him trying to keep them connected as long as possible. 



Lunchtime with Lauren



Note: All characters are completely fictional and over 18 years of age. Hope you enjoy :)

Please leave feedback if you enjoyed, sequel to possibly follow :)

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English had just finished and I was heading down the stairs to get my lunch. I opened the double doors out onto the quad then crossed over to buy my sandwich. Being early I was first in line, and as I went to sit down the rest of my friends arrived, as loud as usual. My eyes were drawn to Lauren, my girlfriend, with her outrageously short skirt and, despite the weather, no tights.

Her medium length brown hair was loose and she swept it to the side as she bent over to pick up a coin she had dropped, her skirt riding up so I could just see her pussy. No panties, what a slut. I went over and kissed her, my hand round her waist resting on her bum. 

We all went to sit down on the benches, Lauren snuggled beside me, legs curled under her and practically sitting on my lap. We kissed, and her hand, obscured from the others by my shirt, crept up my chest whilst the other rested on my cock. I was ticklish so as her hand rose up my shirt it was hard not to laugh. She added to the agony by running her cold fingers up and down my chest until I was practically bursting.

Her other hand moved away from my trousers and I felt it slip down, under my waistline until her hand was wrapped around my now fully erect penis. She played with it and rubbed it for a few minutes, and it took all my concentration not to cum. Eventually she conceded, removing both hands, and with a mischievous look leant over and whispered:

"Your turn. Do your worst." She winked at me, and repositioned with one leg over me and her rucksack over our crotches so that no one could see. Looking into her eyes she seemed determined not to lose, as I slipped my hand under her skirt. She wasn't wearing pants so my hand went straight to her cunt. I rubbed with my thumb, and as I increased my speed she began to get wetter.

I repositioned myself so that I was almost behind her, allowing me to use my whole hand to rub round in circles on her vagina. I continued to rub as I stuck my middle finger out to make smaller circles inside her clit. I paused for a second and she thought she had won, but just as she relaxed back onto my cock, I quickly slid my middle finger up her cunt and she gasped. Everyone looked at us. 

"Oh... Er... I just remembered I left my physics book at home." She said flustered trying to cover up. The others were more interested in their food, so turned back. I raised an eyebrow at Lauren and grinned, as she looked annoyed. With a look of determination on her face, she rocked back taking me by surprise forcing more of my finger up her vagina.

Not complaining, I slipped it back in and pumped in and out of her, using my index finger to rub her clit. Her breathing quickened and her cunt started to drip with moisture as I slipped two, then three fingers in. 

"Stop!" She whispered suddenly. "I'm going to come!" She got up and practically dragged me to the girls toilets on the drama corridor. She ran in, locking the door behind us. "No one ever uses these toilets." She explained, unzipping her skirt and stepping into a cubicle, dragging me in by my tie which she then took off, unbuttoning and throwing off my shirt. I unbuttoned her shirt, and predictably she wasn't wearing a bra, so her huge tits popped out as I threw her shirt over the cubicle wall.

She was now standing there naked, her face red from horniness, panting. I was standing there in just my trousers, which Lauren removed, pulling my throbbing dick free. I picked her up around the waist, hands clutching her smooth round bum and she shrieked, a grin on her face. I put her down on the top of the toilet, and knelt down, my face at the same height as her cunt. She was still wet so I was able to slip two fingers in again and began pumping them in and out, as her breathing grew harder and faster.

I pulled out, then positioned my head between her thighs, tongue out. I went down on her, my face fitting snugly between her thighs, tongue licking her pussy. She was dripping wet now as she let out a long moan from above me. "Oh yes... Fuck yeah" as her hips rocked into my face. She screamed, trembling as her legs locked around my head and her orgasm swept over her. "Ohhhh..." she groaned as she relaxed, legs slumping over my shoulders as her juices poured over my face, tasting sweet in my mouth as her head fell back and she gave a whimpered moan. 

"Joe... that was... amazing." She said as I propped her up to support her over to the showers to get cleaned up.