Lauren was pissed. Her ass of a boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, had just dumped her over the phone. \It\'s not you,\ he said. \It\'s me.\ What a lame excuse. She banged open her front door and went to the mailbox. God, sometimes she just longed for the old days. A time when everything had been simpler. Or maybe she was just imagining things.
Collecting the mail, she stomped back into the house angrily, her rage only intensifying as she saw the numerous bills that had arrived, along with several pieces of junk mail. Tossing these to the side, she noticed a letter that was hand-addressed to her. \Wonder who sent this,\ she said to the empty room. There was no return address.
Turning the letter over in her hand, she slid her finger down the top and took out the contents. Just a photograph. On the back of the picture the word \Soon\ was written and she turned it over wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean.
The picture was from when she was in 8th grade, but she remembered it well. The last time her and all her boys had been together, they had taken this photo; she had a copy of it in her photo album. She smiled as she studied the familiar faces in the picture. Dan, Tyler, Scott, Ryan, Adam, Michael, and Chad stared happily back from the picture, surrounding Lauren. She had been the only girl in her class from the 2nd grade till the 8th grade; the joys of going to a small private grade school. She wondered what her boys were doing now.
The photo brought back so many memories; the basketball tournaments which the boys had one, playing football with them, going bowling with them. She found herself digging out the phonebook and looking up numbers. Finally she found one and dialed the number.
\Hello,\ said the deep male voice at the other end.
\Is this Dan?\ she said nervously. She hadn\'t talked to any of her boys since high school.
\Yeah,\ said the guy. \Who\'s this?\
\It\'s Lauren,\ she said haltingly. \Lauren Millford.\
\Lauren!\ Dan said happily. \I was actually just about to call you.\
\You were?\ she asked, surprised.
\Yeah, I wanted to ask you if you sent me this picture of us from 8th grade. It just came to my house.\
\No, I didn\'t send it,\ she said confused.
\Well maybe it\'s time to gather the rest of our old classmates and find out who did.\ He laughed. \I haven\'t seen you in forever, girl.\
They chattered back and forth for some time, and she gave him directions to her house. He said he would call the rest of the boys and make sure they came over to her house too. All of a sudden she was in a tizzy, running around like a crazy woman trying to clean her house which hadn\'t been cleaned in some time. When she was done cleaning, she took a long shower, and then did her hair and makeup, just in time for the doorbell to ring. \Just a minute!\ she yelled as she pulled on a black skirt and a sleeveless white top.
Trying to calm her breathing a bit, she relaxed on the doorknob for a moment before pulling open the door to reveal Dan standing there. His face lit up when he saw her and they hugged. \I\'m glad you\'re the first one here,\ she said to him. \Come on in.\
They went through all the routines of two friends who hadn\'t seen each other in a long time. As they talked she couldn\'t help but compare the Dan of 8th grade to the one sitting across from her now. He had been tall as an 8th grader, but now he towered over her; she guessed six foot something. His dirty blond hair was still the same; he kept it sticking up in messy spikes, a hairstyle that she always liked. He had been skinny in grade school and throughout high school, but a man stood in front of her today. His upper chest had broadened no doubt from playing hockey, a sport that had always been his favorite.
She found herself inching closer to him as he spoke, mesmerized by the lips that she had once thought to be too small. \Lauren,\ he said, pulling her out of her reverie, his voice somewhat breathy. She looked up into his blue eyes and was surprised to find him staring at her with a lustful look. Dan and she had never even come close to hooking up in the past. He placed his hand on her thigh, looking at her to make sure it was alright and she welcomed his touch.
His long fingers slid up her thigh, feeling the heat that emulated from her already moistening pussy. \Let\'s go to my room,\ she stuttered and they both rose from the couch; her leading the way to her room.
Shirts and pants/skirts came off in a matter of minutes as soon as they entered, both of them trying to control their overwhelming sexual desires. \I\'ve never been with a black woman before,\ he confessed. \But I\'ve always had fantasies about you.\ She smiled and stepped out of her black lace thong. Her fingers reached for his boxers and pulled them off his still bony hips.
It was kind of odd, seeing an old classmate of hers naked, but his nude body was breathtaking as she looked down at him. He was already stiff and his cock, although being rather skinny, was incredibly long. Her body tingled and he gently pushed her against the bed, and positioned himself above her.
Her bare breasts rubbed against his chest as he pressed into her and her nipples grew in sensitivity. He took one of them into his mouth, sucking and biting it. She writhed underneath him as he inhaled the fleshy nub; she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the moment. Finally his mouth left her breast and trailed its way up to her mouth. His deep blue eyes locked onto her soft brown ones for a moment before he lowered his mouth to hers and they kissed softly, nibbling on one another\'s lips.
He broke the kiss and ran his hands down her body, caressing her breasts lightly before moving to her aching clit. She moaned in anticipation before his fingers ever touched it, and when he finally did she felt as if she would burst. He played with the hardened nub for a moment before reaching for her hand, and bringing her fingers down to her clit, he said, \Play with it for me.\
Her breasts jiggled with each movement she made and his hungry eyes took in all that cleavage bouncing around. As she began to moan with the pleasure she was giving herself, he began to push at her entrance, slowly, almost lovingly. He slid into her inch by inch, his eyes never leaving her breasts as she used her free hand to pinch her own nipples.
He pushed into her until his sac slapped against her ass and she felt the tip of him hitting against her insides. She moaned loudly, concentrating hard to keep her finger moving on her own clit. He grabbed her legs, throwing them over his strong arms, and finally began pounding himself in and out between her quivering thighs.
She screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he hit her tender spots time and time again. He bent his head to bite at her sore nipples, his grunts audible even around the mouthful of tit he was sucking.
She could no longer finger her clit, and she let her hands fall back onto the bed, grabbing at the sheets each time he thrust inside of her. \I\'m going to cum,\ he announced and his pace quickened, slamming against her body with terrific speed. \Oh god!\ he yelled and threw back his head and moaned, his hot load of cum spilling into the depths of her body. All she could do was groan loudly as his orgasm triggered hers, hot waves of pleasure sweeping over her body. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, milking the seed from him. Her hips jerked spastically and her breath came in short gasps.
He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting with the force of the orgasm.
\What a show,\ he thought as he stood outside her bedroom window, watching as the two mated like animals. \It took the little slut a whole five minutes to go to bed with him.\ He chuckled and rubbed his own stiff cock which throbbed for release beneath his black jeans. \There\'ll be time for you later,\ he said to his cock, even as he massaged it. He did not want to miss a single moment as Miss Slut Lauren Millford saw her old classmates again, one by one. \Little slut doesn\'t even close her blinds,\ he thought. That just proved that she wanted him to see. Subconsciously, she knew he was out there watching, and she liked it. \You\'ll get what\'s coming to you soon enough you little whore,\ he thought as he backed into the shadows once again, awaiting his perfect moment.
Darkness had come as she and Dan had been fucking and she realized that her classmates would probably show up any minute.
\We have to get dressed,\ she said laughing nervously. He nodded in agreement and slowly redressed. She threw on a robe that hung behind the closet and gathering her clothes, headed to the bathroom. She could still feel his cum, dripping down her legs and knew she couldn\'t possibly face the rest of her classmates looking like this. \Make yourself at home,\ she called back to him as she closed the bathroom door.
She looked in the mirror, disbelieving that she had just fucked her 8th grade classmate like that after so many years. She had never looked at him in any way besides friends, but now they had just had sex. \Christ,\ she thought. \I\'m turning into a sex-crazed maniac.\
She finished cleaning herself off and after redoing her hair and makeup she stepped out of the bathroom, just in time to hear the doorbell ring. Dan was seated on the sofa, watching some show on TV, making no move to answer the door; although he smiled up at her while she passed.
She turned the light on outside and opened the door. Chad and Scott stood on her front porch. \Hey guys,\ she said excitedly, hugging them both. \Come in. Dan\'s already here.\
Chad, always the joker of the group said, \Hey Dan, I thought you said the party didn\'t start till 8.\ The two men came through the door and sat on the sofa, immediately drawn in by whatever was playing on TV. \Ah ha!\ she thought. \He came early so he would get to be alone with me, the little devil.\ She smiled and then heard another car pull into her driveway.
The Halloween lights she had put out earlier that week automatically turned on illuminating Michael and Tyler as they walked across her yard and up to the front door.
\Hey guys!\ she said happily, giving each of them a hug as well. They looked the same, only a tad older. In grade school she had a crush on both of them, usually switching every year. 8th grade she had been hopelessly in love with Tyler, and he was still the cuter of the two as he smiled down at her with his light blue eyes and dimpled cheeks.
\Wow,\ Mike said as she hugged him, drawing back to look at her fully. \You look great.\ She smiled.
\Thanks.\ Lauren had lost a lot of weight since high school and she felt proud of her accomplishment. \So who are we still missing?\ she asked as she walked around the sofa and took a seat. The sectional sofa was big enough for all of them if they squished close together and when Tyler sat down close enough for her to feel his body heat, her heart beat faster and she began to flush.
\Ryan and Adam,\ Chad said around a mouthful of Skittles. He hadn\'t changed one bit. Back in 8th grade he had announced to everyone, \I\'m not fat, I\'m fluffy!\ The name stuck and even though he was no longer fluffy, they still called him that.
\So Fluffy,\ said Dan. \And I guess all the rest of you. Did you get a picture of us from 8th grade with the word \soon\ written on the back? Me and Lauren did.\ Mike and Scott nodded and Tyler and Chad took the pictures from their pocket, handing them to Dan. \Same handwriting,\ said Dan as he handed them to Lauren for examination.
Chad and Tyler had the same photograph as her and Dan. Looking at Scott and Mike, she asked, \Did you get this same photo?\ She showed it to them, and they both nodded confirming they had received it.
\Who the hell sent it?\ asked Scott and they all said, \I didn\'t!\
\Maybe Ryan or Adam did,\ she thought out loud. \Adam did move away after grade school and it\'s been a while since he\'s seen all of us. But I don\'t know why he would just write \soon\ and nothing else.\ The boys looked at her wordlessly.
\I couldn\'t find Ryan\'s number,\ said Dan. \So I called his mom and left a message with her. She said he leaves for days at a time and she has no idea where he is. Adam will be late by the way, he\'s flying in from Seattle.\
Lauren sighed as the mystery of the photograph went unsolved. But they all forgot about it as they ordered a pizza and settled in to watch a movie.
Finally, the doorbell rang, signaling the pizza\'s arrival and Lauren jumped up to answer the door. \Now Fluffy, leave some for the rest of us,\ she joked as she pulled open the door.
\Oh my god!\ she screamed as a body fell through the door. She fell to the floor hard and scrambled backwards away from it. The boys had risen from the sofa and were standing around her looking at the bloodied body that had landed just inside the front door of Lauren\'s home. She felt sick and turned her head to the side to vomit. \Oh my god,\ she said again, feeling tears come to her eyes.
Mike stepped forward and examined the body; somewhere in the house she could hear Chad screaming into his cell phone for help. Tyler was looking out the front door for any signs of the murderer. Mike turned the body over and Adam\'s face stared at them, his mouth open in horror, his eyes wide with pain.
Scott was holding onto her as she screamed wordlessly. She could make out Dan\'s blanched face in the fog that threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn\'t think, couldn\'t feel; she felt like she was outside her body watching the events happening around her. The distant wail of sirens told her the police were on their way. Tyler came to her saying, \it\'s okay, it\'s okay,\ over and over again. She finally realized that the cries she heard were coming from her own mouth. Adam\'s lifeless eyes seemed to be staring directly at her, as if blaming her somehow for his death. She passed out.
He laughed maniacally as soon as he reached his apartment. Oh, for the looks on their faces, he would have done it all again. Especially the slut; he had caught a glimpse of her passed out before he had had to run away, lest the police catch him watching the horrific scene.
His prick was still hard from watching her, lying on the floor so helplessly, unaware that her skirt was up and her legs were spread; through his binoculars he had seen everything, including the wet spot that still stained her white panties. He could barely wait to get his hands on her. But he told himself that patience was the key.
Lauren came to just in time for the police to want to question her. She told them about the photograph she had received and how all the old classmates had decided to get together. They asked her about Ryan. \Ryan Long,\ she told them. The detective went outside to gather any information on Ryan Long that he could.
Adam\'s body had been removed from the premises, and a police forensic team was cleaning the blood from her living room carpet. She looked around at the boys, her boys; they were now short one member. Tyler came to her as she lay on the sofa.
\How do you feel?\ he asked.
She stared at him helplessly, not knowing how to voice her feelings at the moment. \I need to get out of this house.\
The police got ready to leave, and after cautioning the group, Lauren especially, to be careful and to stick together, they left. Lauren stayed huddled on the couch underneath a blanket, but inside she felt as if she would never be warm again.
The boys quickly decided that they would go to Tyler\'s house; no one wanted to be alone. Lauren finally got off the couch and gathered some of her things. She leaned on Tyler\'s strong shoulders as he led her to his car and buckled her into the front seat. Mike slipped into the back and began to rub her shoulders, comforting her as best he could. Nothing like this had ever happened to any of them before and everyone was scared and confused.
The train of three cars arrived at Tyler\'s house, and pulled into his gravel driveway. Maybe the murderer wouldn\'t find them out here in this small town; after all Tyler\'s phone number and address was unlisted. Lauren decided not to rely on wishful thinking. As Tyler and Mike helped her out of the car; her legs felt ready to give out.
After entering the house, Tyler led her to his room and helped her lay on the large bed. She could see all the boys in the doorway, looking at her with concern. \Please,\ she whispered. \Stay here with me. All of you.\
Tyler took off his shirt and climbed in next to her; she moved to the center of the bed to make space. She turned her body to face away from him, and let his body heat warm her cold skin. Mike slid in on the other side of her, turning his back to her and she let her arm encircle his small waist. Trapped between the twin warmths of Mike and Tyler, she began to feel much better. Dan lay at the foot of the bed, laughing as he said, \Just don\'t kick me, guys.\ She smiled and said, \I\'ll try not to.\ Chad and Scott took places on either side of Mike and Tyler, their hands reaching across to stroke her skin. With so many hands on her body, she couldn\'t help but feeling safe and as Tyler turned to reach across Scott to turn off the light, she began to fall into a deep sleep. She didn\'t notice that Tyler was hard, or that her hands had accidentally found Mike\'s nipples and were playing across them, nor did she notice that he had begun to breathe harder. Her only thoughts as she fell asleep were wishes that she could stay like this with her boys forever.
Daylight had come and gone and now it was Halloween night. He loved Halloween because it meant he could walk down the street however he pleased, and no one would take notice of him.
He was dressed in his customary black jeans and black t-shirt, a Michael Myers type mask covering his face. The small town in which his prey was hidden out was not ideal for hunting. He had parked his car several blocks away from the house, so that police would not notice it. He walked down the street, moon flashing on the silver blade of his knife. He had been right; parents trick or treating with their children paid him no mind as he walked, one even yelling out, \Going to Blake\'s big Halloween party? Don\'t drink all the beer before I get there, buddy!\ He smiled beneath his mask at the stupidity of people on Halloween. A group of pre-teen boys came around the corner, stopping short as they got a look at him. \Damn, mister! That\'s an awfully big knife you\'re carrying,\ one of the little pests uttered.
\I\'m going to a Halloween party,\ he replied calmly. \It\'s part of my costume. Can\'t you tell? I\'m Michael Myers.\ The boys sniggered and the little brat who had spoken said again, \Well you sure look like him! Have fun, mister.\ They passed him and he walked on without further incident, finally arriving at his prey\'s house and hiding himself in the shadows.
Lauren had spent the day sleeping, and now the only person who lay next to her was Tyler.
\\'Bout time you woke up,\ he smiled at her and she brought her lips to his. \Thanks for taking care of me,\ she said. His arm was still draped across her waist and she liked the feel of it. \You know, you were always my favorite in grade school.\ He looked at her seriously for a moment, and then kissed her, this time a real kiss. His tongue massaged hers as he slipped it inside her mouth and his hand wandered down her body, stopping on her ass. He pulled her roughly against him and said, \So you want me.\ It wasn\'t really a question, but a statement. She nodded at him, \More than anything.\
He dispatched of her shirt and bra quickly, his hands falling to rest on her breasts. These he quickly began to knead together, almost painfully as his big strong hands groped them. His shirt was still off and he got up from the bed, quickly undoing the fastening of his jeans. She watched as his cock popped into view; it was monstrous. She could feel her slit getting wet for him, and she raised herself off the bed, offering her ass to him. He lifted her skirt and pulled down the panties that she wore. In one smooth move, he had shoved his entire cock into her hole; she moaned as she was stretched, but it felt good.
The events of last night had worn on them both, and now they fucked as if it was their last day on earth. He thrust into her, harder and harder; she buried her face in the bed sheets to keep from screaming. She could feel the ridge of his huge head as he sank it into her and she tightened her pussy around him.
A noise from the doorway made them pause and she turned her head slightly to catch Mike standing there with his arms folded across his chest. She flushed at being found in this position and waited for him to leave, but he didn\'t seem to be going anywhere.
\You always wanted Mike too, didn\'t you?\ Tyler said and she nodded helplessly. \Well come on Mike, shut the door behind you, man.\ Mike made no hesitation; he shut the door and approached them rapidly, pulling his cock out of his pants as he went. Mike had always been the studious one in the class, and she found it hard to believe that he was now kneeling on the bed in front of her, his cock waiting for her to open her mouth.
Slowly, she opened her mouth and he stuck his cock inside, each thrust from Tyler behind her pushing her mouth further down Mike\'s hard rod. \Oh, God!\ she tried to moan around his cock which was now poking the back of her throat. Tyler was thrusting his cock into her in a position which allowed him to touch her sweet spot over and over again.
Mike was now face fucking her; his bony hips guiding his cock into her mouth as he threw back his head in pleasure. Both men\'s grunts echoed in the big room, and she briefly wondered how long it would take the others to figure out what was going on.
Her tongue massaged the large vein in Mike\'s cock, which was now threatening to spill its load into her mouth at any moment. Her clit throbbed as Tyler\'s balls slammed into it time and time again; she could feel her orgasm beginning. In the next moment, Mike was shooting wad after wad of hot cum into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed as much as she could. The task was impossible because Tyler had made one last thrust into her and was exploding cum deep into her womb. As she felt his cock jerking and sputtering inside her, her orgasm finally crested; she came moaning loudly, the sounds of her orgasm only stifled a little by Mike\'s softening cock that was still taking up residence in her mouth.
\Keep it down, woman,\ Tyler laughed and she shot back, \Well maybe if you weren\'t fucking me so hard, I wouldn\'t be so loud.\ The two men traded places, but instead of sticking his cock in her mouth as she had expected him, Tyler collapsed on the bed saying, \You plum wore me out.\ She was still on all fours and his eyes rested on her DD\'s that jiggled underneath as Mike pushed his thick shaft into her. Her pussy was already sore from the beating Tyler had given it, but her adrenaline built and soon she was moaning again as Mike slammed his cock into her dripping pussy.
The pressure of his sac on her clit and the fullness of his cock were too much and he brought her screaming into the bed sheets. Her pussy walls gripped him, and in another minute he released deep inside of her, letting out a loud grunt of pleasure as he did.
They both collapsed on the bed side by side and the two men fell asleep. Lauren laughed silently to herself and got dressed, wasting no time in getting to the bathroom to clean up the cum that was oozing out of her cunt and dripping down her thighs. She opened the door and Chad, Scott, and Dan spilled into the room.
\Oh, god!\ she said angrily and Mike and Tyler awoke on the bed behind her.
\Shit,\ said Chad. \I\'m sorry, Lauren.\ Scott said nothing, but blushed and Dan had a distinct look of jealousy on his face.
\Feeling better then?\ asked Dan and she turned angry eyes on him.
\Me and you have something to talk about later,\ she informed him, and stepping over Chad and Scott on the floor, she stepped on Dan\'s hand and went to the bathroom.
\What a little whore!\ he laughed to himself as he watched the orgy going on in the small country farmhouse. From this angle he could see the bedroom window and the living room window. He noticed the rest of the classmates clustered around the door as the little bitch got fucked. Another good show, courtesy of Lauren Millford.
He had been watching her for some time now; she masturbated every night, never bothering to draw the blinds or care who could be out there watching. But soon, oh yes, very soon, she would be paying the price for her seductive ways. He let his stiff cock pop out of the black jeans and began to stroke it.
Soon he was coming all over his hand and as he looked at the whore, he noticed that she was coming too, screaming into the bed. \Just wait till I get my hands on you, Lauren,\ he thought and zipping his cock back into his pants, he disappeared into the night, leaving one word to be caught on the wind. \Soon.\
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Impulse
We were stopped at a red light. After catching \'World\'s Wildest Police Videos\' a few times on TV, I\'d decided that stopping at red lights was a Good Idea. Not so much because of the cops, as the loony in the other vehicle.
So, there we were, stopped. Windows down, as it was a warm, sunny summer day. Someone leaned in through the open window and pushed a leaflet into Carol\'s hand. She opened up the crumpled leaflet and I heard her gasp.
\What is it?\ I said, moving off as the light turned to green.
She laughed. \Listen. \'Nude Beach Special at Dover Point. Celebrate National Nude Day on July 14. Free admission that day for couples and family groups\'.\ I looked across at Carol, grinning, but she had her thoughtful face on. \That\'s today,\ she said.
\What is?\
\July 14.\
\So? Oh, no. not me. You\'re not getting me on a nude beach!\
\Why not?\
\I\'m chicken, that\'s why!\
\Balls, you\'re chicken! Why not?\
I took her question seriously and thought about it. Why not? Self-doubt, I guessed. \I don\'t know, I guess I don\'t have the nerve.\
\Uh-huh, Jack. You\'re the guy that was commended for tackling a gun-toting hophead with bare hands. Don\'t tell me you don\'t have nerve!\
\He was threatening my Mom.\
She reached over and squeezed my hand. \I know. She told me all about it.\
\Well, then. You know that was different.\
\I guess so.\
I looked across at her, this girl I\'d been dating for a couple of months. We weren\'t lovers, not yet, but I think we both knew that it was only a matter of time, as we each had a powerful attraction to the other. I hadn\'t said so, not yet, but I found myself thinking of marriage, wondering if she felt the same as me. I was almost ready to find out, I reckoned. \Do you want to go?\ I asked her.
I drove a couple of blocks in silence, then she turned to me. \Pull over, please, Jack.\ When I\'d stopped she took my hand and waited until I faced her.
\Yes, Jack, I do,\ she said. \I want to know if I have the confidence to be naked in front of strangers. Maybe if I can, then maybe it\'s time I let you see me naked. This combines both.\
I felt my breath catch. \You told me that I\'d know when you were ready to make love, as you\'d be naked,\ I reminded her.
She smiled, but said nothing, holding my eye. I squeezed her fingers.
\Okay, dammit. Yes, I\'ll go with you.\
\We were going to the beach anyway,\ she said, \and I think the beach at Dover Point might be quieter.\
\I wonder why?\ I said, grinning at her. \Come on, before I lose my nerve.\
It was about a fifteen minute drive, and when we got there, the parking lot was about half full. Maybe because it was a Friday. I suspected there\'d be more if it was a weekend. We grabbed our bags and headed for reception. The girl behind the desk was bright and cheerful, modest in bikini top and shorts. A concession to the interface between the two worlds, I guessed.
\Hi, folks. Come for the free admission for couples today?\ she said with a welcoming smile.
I took a breath. \Yep.\
\First time?\ I nodded. \Don\'t worry. After ten minutes it will all seem natural. Unless you meet someone you know, of course.\ She grinned. \Surprised me when I saw my old high school teacher, I can tell you!\
\I\'ll bet,\ I said, laughing. \Do we sign in or anything?\
\We\'d rather you signed out, with a comment about what you thought, if you don\'t mind. And, in case you want to come back, here\'s a couple of application forms, and a brochure. Gentlemen that way, ladies that. Enjoy yourselves.\
Carol and I looked at each other. I think we were both a little nervous that we\'d be naked together for the first time in a few moments. And naked in public, too. \See you just outside,\ I said. She nodded, and we went our separate ways.
The men\'s changing room was deserted, and it took me only a moment to discard my clothes and put them in my carryall, along with our picnic lunch and my towel. I took a deep breath and opened the door to the beach. I stepped out and looked around. No sign of Carol, so I moved to the edge of the little terrace and looked around. Most people seemed to be down closer to the water, or using the clumps of pine and birch as shelter. There was a noise behind me and I turned.
Carol smiled nervously at me. She\'d tied her long hair back in a loose ponytail, and was holding her carryall across her with both hands. Her breasts weren\'t covered and the sight of them confirmed the promise of my occasional caressing of them, usually when it was too dark to see them. Not large, a handful, high and firm. Her nipples were erect, pencil-eraser sized, in dark pink areolae an inch across. Beautiful, I was about to speak when she took a deep breath and let her bag swing aside in her left hand.
Her belly was slightly rounded, just enough softness to blur the muscle. Her mons slightly pronounced, with a soft mat of red-gold hairs clipped neatly to her bikini line. There was a bright spot of color in each cheek as she faced me, biting her lip at the corner.
\Carol, my pet, you are beautiful,\ I said.
She smiled. \You\'re not so bad yourself, Jack.\ She stepped forward and kissed me, a brief peck on the lips. \Where do we go?\
I shrugged. \Where do you want to go?\
She pointed. \Why don\'t we go along there, past those pines, see if it\'s quieter along there?\
\Okay.\ I took her hand. \Let\'s go.\ We set off across the sand, hot under our feet, moving between groups of people, families, couples, no one seemed to be alone. The color was still high in Carol\'s cheeks but she walked tall and I was proud of her. Of her? Hell, I was proud of me! There were a lot of attractive women on the beach, of all ages from toddlers to grandmothers, and the common factor seemed to be that they were all relaxed. Most had all-over tans, attesting to their regular visits, but there were a few like me and Carol, with paler butts, and breasts on the women.
We were close to the clump of pines when we heard a voice. \Carol! Jack! Hold up a minute, will you?\ From a group of women, most tanned, a couple of what was the nickname? Oh, yes! Cottontails - a couple of cottontails, came an attractive woman with a wide smile on her face.
\Aunt Jen!\ said Carol, startled, I think, to see her aunt, who stepped up and hugged her, then did the same to me. I like Carol\'s Aunt Jen. Fortyish, divorced, slightly plump and tanned all over, I noticed. Good figure. Definitely bedworthy, a wicked corner of my mind decided. Carol and I occasionally used her pool.
\Hi, sweetie,\ said Jen. \Surprised to see me?\
\I guess so,\ said Carol.
\I didn\'t know you were interested, or I\'d have said something.\
\I wish you had. It\'s only because someone stuffed a leaflet in my hand that we knew about the offer today. We were going to the beach anyway, and I persuaded Jack to come here. Impulse, I think. We were just going to have a look past the clump of pines.\
\It\'s quieter there, furthest away from the parking lot and the concession, so the lazy folk don\'t get there. I\'d invite you to join us, but you don\'t want to be saddled with a bunch of middle-aged women. Not when you\'re together. Go on, enjoy the day, and lose your fears of being naked. Next time you come around for a swim, don\'t bring your suit!\ She gave us a warm smile and returned to her friends, giving us a wave as we turned the corner.
\She looked good,\ I said to Carol as we paused to look around. Jen was right, it was quiet. A couple of family groups, moms and kids, a couple, younger than Carol and me, maybe late high school or just starting college, that age, the girl tanned all over, the boy showing a paler butt, and three girls, two of them cottontails. But the teenagers seemed to be leaving and in a few minutes there were just us and the two family groups.
We laid our towels out near the pines, and Carol took out the sunblock. She held it out to me. \Will you do my back, please, Jack?\
\My pleasure, of course.\
Carol stretched out on her face, and I poured some sunblock into my hand and began the pleasurable task of rubbing it into her shoulders and down her back. I hesitated as I reached her butt, but she turned her head.
\Please, Jack, keep going,\ she murmured and for a few moments I enjoyed the sensuous pleasure of rubbing sun-block into her firm ass. She moved her legs apart to give me room and, startled, I realized I could see her pussy. There was a gleam of moisture. Sunblock, or was she turned on? I moved my hands onto her thighs and I let my thumb touch her pussy as I slid my hands up, rubbing the sunblock in. She stiffened as my thumb touched her, then relaxed with a sigh. Her head turned, a flush on her face.
\Don\'t, Jack. Not here. Not yet. Later,\ she said. Later? Oh, please God, don\'t let me get an erection, not here, I thought, echoing Carol\'s words in my mind. Had she just made me a promise? God, I hoped so!
I reached her ankles and she sat up, reaching for the sunblock and beginning to rub it into her breasts. She glanced across at where the kids and moms were playing, then smiled at me.
\If they weren\'t here I\'d want you to do this for me, sweetheart,\ she murmured, with a wink for me. I groaned, and her smile widened into a grin.
\Don\'t, you\'re torturing me!\ I said, and I could hear the hoarseness in my voice.
\Come on, you\'re enjoying this!\
\I\'m enjoying being here with you, yes; I love seeing you naked, yes the reality is so much better than I imagined. What I\'m not enjoying is the constant fight against an erection, although, I have to say, those two toddlers over there; if I glance over at them it\'s instant deflation imagining what their moms would do to me.\
Carol giggled. \Emasculation, most likely. Come on, turn round, and I\'ll do your back.\ She sighed. \You\'d better do your own front.\ She smiled at me. \Half an hour in the sun, a swim, and then take me home.
\You sure?\ I said, looking back over my shoulder. She bent forward and kissed my cheek.
\Certain,\ she said. \Pass the food, please.\
We ate, we chatted, we even played ball with the kids and their moms, twenty-somethings, tanned and friendly, and we both of us avoided any mention of what might happen when I took Carol home. The moment came, and we packed our things up and, hand in hand, made our way back to the changing rooms and showers. Carol\'s Aunt Jen was still there with her friends and waved us over.
\Pool party on Sunday,\ she said. \Please come, both of you.\
\With or without suits?\ Carol asked with a grin for her aunt.
\Without. Everyone else is a member here, you two were the only doubts. Now?\ Jen shrugged, smiling at us. \Now, I can relax.\
Carol looked at me, her brows raised in query, and I nodded. \We\'ll be there,\ said Carol.
\Good,\ said Jen. \Come about two. Bye for now.\
In the car, driving back to her apartment, Carol was quiet. She smiled when I caught her eye, but the smiles were brief, as if she was preoccupied, and I began to feel a little concerned. It\'s not far to Carol\'s block and there was a vacant parking slot nearby, so it wasn\'t long before we were entering her apartment. She lives on the shady side of the block and isn\'t overlooked by neighbors, and other times I\'d been there, in the evenings, she left the drapes open and we could see the lights around us. Now, still in broad daylight, she triggered the drapes closing mechanism and the living room was in a cosy duskiness. Once inside, Carol poured us each a tall wine cooler, took a sip of hers, and put it down.
\Excuse me, please, Jack. I think I need to change. I\'ll just be a moment. Put some music on, something romantic, or maybe something light classical.\ She kissed my nose, and she was away.
I flicked through her CDs, decided on some Borodin. Like me, Carol was quite fond of some of the Russian composers. In moments the muted strains of the orchestra began to fill the room. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned. Carol was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a silk kimono I\'d given her as a present the previous week to celebrate her birthday. Her twenty-second, as it happens. She\'d brushed out her hair so that it hung loose about her shoulders, and she smiled when I caught her eye, moving towards me, the silk moving on her body in a way that told me it was her only garment.
Without hesitation she moved into my arms, raising her lips for my kiss. It started gently, but there was a subtle tension about her and the kiss quickly became heated, so that she was breathing heavily when she broke away. Holding my eyes with hers, she loosened the kimono and let it slide down her arms to the floor.
\Make love to me, Jack,\ she said, her voice a husky, almost hoarse, parody of her usual tones.
\Sure, baby?\
She nodded. \Absolutely certain.\
I held her eyes as I stripped the polo shirt off over my head. She smiled, and I loosened my waistband, kicked off my sneakers and pushed my chinos down and off. There was a growing bulge in my boxers and Carol\'s tongue swept swiftly across dry lips as I pulled my socks off. It was a relief, a huge relief, not to have to fight an erection and by the time I\'d pushed my boxers off my hard cock was pointing somewhere up at the pictures on the wall.
I held my arms out, and Carol moved back into my embrace, her lips hot and urgent on mine. Without breaking the kiss, I eased her towards the couch and we slowly moved down and onto it, Carol at my left, my left hand behind her and my right on her hip. Her arms were twined around my neck, and I took hold of her left hand and moved it down, resting it on my cock. She broke the kiss and stared at me, and I squeezed my hand over hers, letting my fingers trail up her thigh, over her hip, up and out along her arm, and then in, and down, my fingers trailing lightly over her nipple, hot and hard, swollen.
Her breath hissed in on a gasp and her eyes fluttered closed. Her hand was steady on me, and she squeezed, her fingers moving over me, lightly, soft, exploring, her thumb rubbing over the mushroom head even as my own fingers caressed their way over her belly, through the fleece on her mound and down between her legs. Almost unconsciously, her legs separated and I slid my finger the length of her cleft, up to the hood of her clitoris, moving easily in her juices. I slid a finger, two, into her, my thumb gentle on her clit and she moaned softly into my mouth, trembling.
I pulled my head back slightly and her eyes flashed open. I smiled. \Do I need anything?\
\Do you -? Oh! No, just put it in me.\ She smiled, soft, loving. \Soon, please? Before I pass out from wanting you.\
\You want me?\
She took a deep breath. \More than I\'ve ever wanted anything in my life.\
I eased her to her back on the couch, and moved over her, looking down into her eyes. She moved her legs apart, holding my eye. \Now,\ she said, and as I moved to put the head of my cock at her cleft, her cool fingers took me, guiding me into her warmth and wetness, into the scalding cling of her, a soft gasp coming from her as I pressed in, pulling back, spreading her juices and pressing in again, deeper, feeling my balls brush her ass as I filled her. There was a soft moan from her as I hit bottom.
\Ohh. Yes, Jack! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me deep, fuck me hard, my darling.\ I was startled, as I\'d never heard her say so much as a \'damn\' before, but this was a time for the raw bluntness of such language, because there was something primitive in us as I began to thrust into her, feeling her getting wetter as I thrust, beginning to hear myself as I moved in her wetness, smelling the potent mixture of her spring flower perfume and the raw sensual juices I was moving in, sweat coming to my brow, to hers, and pooling on her belly where I touched her as our bodies moved together, her breath beginning to hiss in my ear as I moved, her breathing adopting the rhythm of my thrusts.
It wasn\'t long, excited as we both were, before the moment was getting to me, and I was gritting my teeth, fighting to delay my climax, moving so that my angle of entry was slightly different, a hiss in my ear telling me that Carol was enjoying the moment, too, that the change was good for her, that this moment was ours. Not mine, not hers. Ours.
There was no way such intensity could last, and it didn\'t. Carol came first, a gasp from her as her pussy clamped down on my cock, her belly rippling, her pussy sucking at my cock, drawing me on, triggering my own climax so that my hips thrust at her in climactic reflex, and Carol gasped in my ear as she felt me driving into her, her hands pulling me tight into her.
As we came down from our high, and our breathing slowly crept back to normal, as we cooled slowly in the summer warmth, we were silent, until Carol suddenly giggled.
\What?\ I said.
\I think you\'d better pull out, before you fall out.\ She made a face. \I like having you there.\
\I like being there.\ I kissed her nose, then pulled back, flopping onto my back. She rolled over, half on top of me, her chin on my chest, one leg between mine, gazing into my eyes, gnawing at her top lip.
\Was I good?\ she said.
\Better than good. Wonderful.\
She half smiled. \Do you want to do that again?\
\You need to ask? Every chance I get, and twice at weekends.\
She gnawed her lip again, then took a deep breath. \Jack, I want your child.\
I tried to keep my face impassive while I recovered from the shock. \You do, do you?\
She nodded. \I do, so very much,\ she whispered. \I love you.\
\Well, in that case, Carol Elizabeth Trevelyan,\ I said. \Will you marry me? Because I love you, too.\
So, there we were, stopped. Windows down, as it was a warm, sunny summer day. Someone leaned in through the open window and pushed a leaflet into Carol\'s hand. She opened up the crumpled leaflet and I heard her gasp.
\What is it?\ I said, moving off as the light turned to green.
She laughed. \Listen. \'Nude Beach Special at Dover Point. Celebrate National Nude Day on July 14. Free admission that day for couples and family groups\'.\ I looked across at Carol, grinning, but she had her thoughtful face on. \That\'s today,\ she said.
\What is?\
\July 14.\
\So? Oh, no. not me. You\'re not getting me on a nude beach!\
\Why not?\
\I\'m chicken, that\'s why!\
\Balls, you\'re chicken! Why not?\
I took her question seriously and thought about it. Why not? Self-doubt, I guessed. \I don\'t know, I guess I don\'t have the nerve.\
\Uh-huh, Jack. You\'re the guy that was commended for tackling a gun-toting hophead with bare hands. Don\'t tell me you don\'t have nerve!\
\He was threatening my Mom.\
She reached over and squeezed my hand. \I know. She told me all about it.\
\Well, then. You know that was different.\
\I guess so.\
I looked across at her, this girl I\'d been dating for a couple of months. We weren\'t lovers, not yet, but I think we both knew that it was only a matter of time, as we each had a powerful attraction to the other. I hadn\'t said so, not yet, but I found myself thinking of marriage, wondering if she felt the same as me. I was almost ready to find out, I reckoned. \Do you want to go?\ I asked her.
I drove a couple of blocks in silence, then she turned to me. \Pull over, please, Jack.\ When I\'d stopped she took my hand and waited until I faced her.
\Yes, Jack, I do,\ she said. \I want to know if I have the confidence to be naked in front of strangers. Maybe if I can, then maybe it\'s time I let you see me naked. This combines both.\
I felt my breath catch. \You told me that I\'d know when you were ready to make love, as you\'d be naked,\ I reminded her.
She smiled, but said nothing, holding my eye. I squeezed her fingers.
\Okay, dammit. Yes, I\'ll go with you.\
\We were going to the beach anyway,\ she said, \and I think the beach at Dover Point might be quieter.\
\I wonder why?\ I said, grinning at her. \Come on, before I lose my nerve.\
It was about a fifteen minute drive, and when we got there, the parking lot was about half full. Maybe because it was a Friday. I suspected there\'d be more if it was a weekend. We grabbed our bags and headed for reception. The girl behind the desk was bright and cheerful, modest in bikini top and shorts. A concession to the interface between the two worlds, I guessed.
\Hi, folks. Come for the free admission for couples today?\ she said with a welcoming smile.
I took a breath. \Yep.\
\First time?\ I nodded. \Don\'t worry. After ten minutes it will all seem natural. Unless you meet someone you know, of course.\ She grinned. \Surprised me when I saw my old high school teacher, I can tell you!\
\I\'ll bet,\ I said, laughing. \Do we sign in or anything?\
\We\'d rather you signed out, with a comment about what you thought, if you don\'t mind. And, in case you want to come back, here\'s a couple of application forms, and a brochure. Gentlemen that way, ladies that. Enjoy yourselves.\
Carol and I looked at each other. I think we were both a little nervous that we\'d be naked together for the first time in a few moments. And naked in public, too. \See you just outside,\ I said. She nodded, and we went our separate ways.
The men\'s changing room was deserted, and it took me only a moment to discard my clothes and put them in my carryall, along with our picnic lunch and my towel. I took a deep breath and opened the door to the beach. I stepped out and looked around. No sign of Carol, so I moved to the edge of the little terrace and looked around. Most people seemed to be down closer to the water, or using the clumps of pine and birch as shelter. There was a noise behind me and I turned.
Carol smiled nervously at me. She\'d tied her long hair back in a loose ponytail, and was holding her carryall across her with both hands. Her breasts weren\'t covered and the sight of them confirmed the promise of my occasional caressing of them, usually when it was too dark to see them. Not large, a handful, high and firm. Her nipples were erect, pencil-eraser sized, in dark pink areolae an inch across. Beautiful, I was about to speak when she took a deep breath and let her bag swing aside in her left hand.
Her belly was slightly rounded, just enough softness to blur the muscle. Her mons slightly pronounced, with a soft mat of red-gold hairs clipped neatly to her bikini line. There was a bright spot of color in each cheek as she faced me, biting her lip at the corner.
\Carol, my pet, you are beautiful,\ I said.
She smiled. \You\'re not so bad yourself, Jack.\ She stepped forward and kissed me, a brief peck on the lips. \Where do we go?\
I shrugged. \Where do you want to go?\
She pointed. \Why don\'t we go along there, past those pines, see if it\'s quieter along there?\
\Okay.\ I took her hand. \Let\'s go.\ We set off across the sand, hot under our feet, moving between groups of people, families, couples, no one seemed to be alone. The color was still high in Carol\'s cheeks but she walked tall and I was proud of her. Of her? Hell, I was proud of me! There were a lot of attractive women on the beach, of all ages from toddlers to grandmothers, and the common factor seemed to be that they were all relaxed. Most had all-over tans, attesting to their regular visits, but there were a few like me and Carol, with paler butts, and breasts on the women.
We were close to the clump of pines when we heard a voice. \Carol! Jack! Hold up a minute, will you?\ From a group of women, most tanned, a couple of what was the nickname? Oh, yes! Cottontails - a couple of cottontails, came an attractive woman with a wide smile on her face.
\Aunt Jen!\ said Carol, startled, I think, to see her aunt, who stepped up and hugged her, then did the same to me. I like Carol\'s Aunt Jen. Fortyish, divorced, slightly plump and tanned all over, I noticed. Good figure. Definitely bedworthy, a wicked corner of my mind decided. Carol and I occasionally used her pool.
\Hi, sweetie,\ said Jen. \Surprised to see me?\
\I guess so,\ said Carol.
\I didn\'t know you were interested, or I\'d have said something.\
\I wish you had. It\'s only because someone stuffed a leaflet in my hand that we knew about the offer today. We were going to the beach anyway, and I persuaded Jack to come here. Impulse, I think. We were just going to have a look past the clump of pines.\
\It\'s quieter there, furthest away from the parking lot and the concession, so the lazy folk don\'t get there. I\'d invite you to join us, but you don\'t want to be saddled with a bunch of middle-aged women. Not when you\'re together. Go on, enjoy the day, and lose your fears of being naked. Next time you come around for a swim, don\'t bring your suit!\ She gave us a warm smile and returned to her friends, giving us a wave as we turned the corner.
\She looked good,\ I said to Carol as we paused to look around. Jen was right, it was quiet. A couple of family groups, moms and kids, a couple, younger than Carol and me, maybe late high school or just starting college, that age, the girl tanned all over, the boy showing a paler butt, and three girls, two of them cottontails. But the teenagers seemed to be leaving and in a few minutes there were just us and the two family groups.
We laid our towels out near the pines, and Carol took out the sunblock. She held it out to me. \Will you do my back, please, Jack?\
\My pleasure, of course.\
Carol stretched out on her face, and I poured some sunblock into my hand and began the pleasurable task of rubbing it into her shoulders and down her back. I hesitated as I reached her butt, but she turned her head.
\Please, Jack, keep going,\ she murmured and for a few moments I enjoyed the sensuous pleasure of rubbing sun-block into her firm ass. She moved her legs apart to give me room and, startled, I realized I could see her pussy. There was a gleam of moisture. Sunblock, or was she turned on? I moved my hands onto her thighs and I let my thumb touch her pussy as I slid my hands up, rubbing the sunblock in. She stiffened as my thumb touched her, then relaxed with a sigh. Her head turned, a flush on her face.
\Don\'t, Jack. Not here. Not yet. Later,\ she said. Later? Oh, please God, don\'t let me get an erection, not here, I thought, echoing Carol\'s words in my mind. Had she just made me a promise? God, I hoped so!
I reached her ankles and she sat up, reaching for the sunblock and beginning to rub it into her breasts. She glanced across at where the kids and moms were playing, then smiled at me.
\If they weren\'t here I\'d want you to do this for me, sweetheart,\ she murmured, with a wink for me. I groaned, and her smile widened into a grin.
\Don\'t, you\'re torturing me!\ I said, and I could hear the hoarseness in my voice.
\Come on, you\'re enjoying this!\
\I\'m enjoying being here with you, yes; I love seeing you naked, yes the reality is so much better than I imagined. What I\'m not enjoying is the constant fight against an erection, although, I have to say, those two toddlers over there; if I glance over at them it\'s instant deflation imagining what their moms would do to me.\
Carol giggled. \Emasculation, most likely. Come on, turn round, and I\'ll do your back.\ She sighed. \You\'d better do your own front.\ She smiled at me. \Half an hour in the sun, a swim, and then take me home.
\You sure?\ I said, looking back over my shoulder. She bent forward and kissed my cheek.
\Certain,\ she said. \Pass the food, please.\
We ate, we chatted, we even played ball with the kids and their moms, twenty-somethings, tanned and friendly, and we both of us avoided any mention of what might happen when I took Carol home. The moment came, and we packed our things up and, hand in hand, made our way back to the changing rooms and showers. Carol\'s Aunt Jen was still there with her friends and waved us over.
\Pool party on Sunday,\ she said. \Please come, both of you.\
\With or without suits?\ Carol asked with a grin for her aunt.
\Without. Everyone else is a member here, you two were the only doubts. Now?\ Jen shrugged, smiling at us. \Now, I can relax.\
Carol looked at me, her brows raised in query, and I nodded. \We\'ll be there,\ said Carol.
\Good,\ said Jen. \Come about two. Bye for now.\
In the car, driving back to her apartment, Carol was quiet. She smiled when I caught her eye, but the smiles were brief, as if she was preoccupied, and I began to feel a little concerned. It\'s not far to Carol\'s block and there was a vacant parking slot nearby, so it wasn\'t long before we were entering her apartment. She lives on the shady side of the block and isn\'t overlooked by neighbors, and other times I\'d been there, in the evenings, she left the drapes open and we could see the lights around us. Now, still in broad daylight, she triggered the drapes closing mechanism and the living room was in a cosy duskiness. Once inside, Carol poured us each a tall wine cooler, took a sip of hers, and put it down.
\Excuse me, please, Jack. I think I need to change. I\'ll just be a moment. Put some music on, something romantic, or maybe something light classical.\ She kissed my nose, and she was away.
I flicked through her CDs, decided on some Borodin. Like me, Carol was quite fond of some of the Russian composers. In moments the muted strains of the orchestra began to fill the room. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye, and turned. Carol was standing in the doorway. She was wearing a silk kimono I\'d given her as a present the previous week to celebrate her birthday. Her twenty-second, as it happens. She\'d brushed out her hair so that it hung loose about her shoulders, and she smiled when I caught her eye, moving towards me, the silk moving on her body in a way that told me it was her only garment.
Without hesitation she moved into my arms, raising her lips for my kiss. It started gently, but there was a subtle tension about her and the kiss quickly became heated, so that she was breathing heavily when she broke away. Holding my eyes with hers, she loosened the kimono and let it slide down her arms to the floor.
\Make love to me, Jack,\ she said, her voice a husky, almost hoarse, parody of her usual tones.
\Sure, baby?\
She nodded. \Absolutely certain.\
I held her eyes as I stripped the polo shirt off over my head. She smiled, and I loosened my waistband, kicked off my sneakers and pushed my chinos down and off. There was a growing bulge in my boxers and Carol\'s tongue swept swiftly across dry lips as I pulled my socks off. It was a relief, a huge relief, not to have to fight an erection and by the time I\'d pushed my boxers off my hard cock was pointing somewhere up at the pictures on the wall.
I held my arms out, and Carol moved back into my embrace, her lips hot and urgent on mine. Without breaking the kiss, I eased her towards the couch and we slowly moved down and onto it, Carol at my left, my left hand behind her and my right on her hip. Her arms were twined around my neck, and I took hold of her left hand and moved it down, resting it on my cock. She broke the kiss and stared at me, and I squeezed my hand over hers, letting my fingers trail up her thigh, over her hip, up and out along her arm, and then in, and down, my fingers trailing lightly over her nipple, hot and hard, swollen.
Her breath hissed in on a gasp and her eyes fluttered closed. Her hand was steady on me, and she squeezed, her fingers moving over me, lightly, soft, exploring, her thumb rubbing over the mushroom head even as my own fingers caressed their way over her belly, through the fleece on her mound and down between her legs. Almost unconsciously, her legs separated and I slid my finger the length of her cleft, up to the hood of her clitoris, moving easily in her juices. I slid a finger, two, into her, my thumb gentle on her clit and she moaned softly into my mouth, trembling.
I pulled my head back slightly and her eyes flashed open. I smiled. \Do I need anything?\
\Do you -? Oh! No, just put it in me.\ She smiled, soft, loving. \Soon, please? Before I pass out from wanting you.\
\You want me?\
She took a deep breath. \More than I\'ve ever wanted anything in my life.\
I eased her to her back on the couch, and moved over her, looking down into her eyes. She moved her legs apart, holding my eye. \Now,\ she said, and as I moved to put the head of my cock at her cleft, her cool fingers took me, guiding me into her warmth and wetness, into the scalding cling of her, a soft gasp coming from her as I pressed in, pulling back, spreading her juices and pressing in again, deeper, feeling my balls brush her ass as I filled her. There was a soft moan from her as I hit bottom.
\Ohh. Yes, Jack! Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me, fuck me deep, fuck me hard, my darling.\ I was startled, as I\'d never heard her say so much as a \'damn\' before, but this was a time for the raw bluntness of such language, because there was something primitive in us as I began to thrust into her, feeling her getting wetter as I thrust, beginning to hear myself as I moved in her wetness, smelling the potent mixture of her spring flower perfume and the raw sensual juices I was moving in, sweat coming to my brow, to hers, and pooling on her belly where I touched her as our bodies moved together, her breath beginning to hiss in my ear as I moved, her breathing adopting the rhythm of my thrusts.
It wasn\'t long, excited as we both were, before the moment was getting to me, and I was gritting my teeth, fighting to delay my climax, moving so that my angle of entry was slightly different, a hiss in my ear telling me that Carol was enjoying the moment, too, that the change was good for her, that this moment was ours. Not mine, not hers. Ours.
There was no way such intensity could last, and it didn\'t. Carol came first, a gasp from her as her pussy clamped down on my cock, her belly rippling, her pussy sucking at my cock, drawing me on, triggering my own climax so that my hips thrust at her in climactic reflex, and Carol gasped in my ear as she felt me driving into her, her hands pulling me tight into her.
As we came down from our high, and our breathing slowly crept back to normal, as we cooled slowly in the summer warmth, we were silent, until Carol suddenly giggled.
\What?\ I said.
\I think you\'d better pull out, before you fall out.\ She made a face. \I like having you there.\
\I like being there.\ I kissed her nose, then pulled back, flopping onto my back. She rolled over, half on top of me, her chin on my chest, one leg between mine, gazing into my eyes, gnawing at her top lip.
\Was I good?\ she said.
\Better than good. Wonderful.\
She half smiled. \Do you want to do that again?\
\You need to ask? Every chance I get, and twice at weekends.\
She gnawed her lip again, then took a deep breath. \Jack, I want your child.\
I tried to keep my face impassive while I recovered from the shock. \You do, do you?\
She nodded. \I do, so very much,\ she whispered. \I love you.\
\Well, in that case, Carol Elizabeth Trevelyan,\ I said. \Will you marry me? Because I love you, too.\
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Once You Had Black.
\The time has come.\ the Walrus said, I have read loads of stories on this site and enjoyed so many of them that I thought I should start collating random parts of my past. I do this for nobodies benefit but mine own. I am new to the principles of writing for others entertainment so treat me gently! I hope I get better at this
The city of London in England is a huge metropolis on a global scale. It has a vibrant mix of people from all parts of the world and for the most part seems to get by with less tension than in lots of other cities.
I am a black guy who has lived here all my life my family have been here for hundreds of years. I think of myself firstly as British and secondly as black. I am comfortable in my skin with nothing to prove to anyone other than myself.
But, this was not always the case. When I was younger I was on a mission to prove that I was better than other men, bigger than \little white boys\, the best fuck that women would ever experience, you name it I was a man with lots to prove. I guess I was insecure about who I was and my place in the world.
So, these vignettes I will share are all a part of who I have become
Saturday night in a hot and sweaty bar in the Covent Garden area of London, outside it is one of those sultry, humid nights that our capital city does so well. I needed a cold beer and I needed it now! Back from University for the long summer holiday I was looking forward to a night out on the town with my mates.
Despite the fact I am 6 foot 4 and muscular I always become invisible in front of bars. My mates joke about the fact that it takes me longer than everyone else to get served so usually I just proffer money to them and get them to get the drinks. Tonight though, I was the first of our group to arrive so I had no one to help me.
I stood lamely waiting my turn whilst men and women appeared from nowhere, got noticed and returned to their tables with the drinks I so desperately needed to quench my thirst.
I sensed someone other than the bar staff was watching me that innate feeling defying reason but too real and occurring too often to not exist. I turned to my left and saw her. Sitting some ten feet away from me but staring intently in my direction was a woman of whom I had not yet had the pleasure of. Our eyes met in an instant and she smiled a wonderful deep sincere smile that would have melted the most cynical of hearts. Here was I a black teenager with attitude, a chip on both his shoulders and a desire to establish himself in the world not just to exist but to rebel against hundreds of years of perceived oppression. Yet in that split second I was overwhelmed and defenceless
She beckoned me over with her finger and a lick of her top lip that was irresistible. I was totally lost!
\You seem to be struggling there boy\ (I immediately felt my hackles rise with the use of the word \boy\. Oh, there was an edge to her alright; she had a crystal cut accent that was clearly from the upper strata of society. For the first time I looked at something other than her eyes and lips and beckoning finger.
She was tall, probably 5 foot 8 or 9, English rose complexion, brunette hair that cascaded to her shoulders and wonderfully lean body leading up to a suspiciously rounded bosom that seemed almost too perfect. She was aged mid twenties possibly a bit older but no more. She offered her hand and the name of Abigail. I took her hand and shook it offering my name Del in return.
\So you want a drink\ It was a statement rather than a question. There was a directness I didn\'t feel entirely comfortable with. Within seconds a cold beer was in my hand. It was almost as if the bar staff were there waiting on her order.
\Not seen you here before Del.\ she barked at me
\.and believe me I would have noticed you\ she smiled but not in a friendly way it was more of a challenge to me to see my reaction.
\Ever fucked a white woman?\ They way she spoke the words with that accent was really quite intoxicating. I did not expect a clearly cultured, expensively educated woman to come straight out with that kind of question. I nodded and quietly offered \a few\ as my response.
\But no one like me boy\ she was getting feisty with me less than a minute after our first introduction.
\Probably not\ I said feeling uncomfortable. Up until then in my life it had been me that had fucked women they had not fucked me. I had been in charge, the power rested with my cock and my desire to use it as I saw fit. I was not quite a misogynist but I was probably not far off it. I was trying to undo hundreds of years where black men were definitely second class citizens.
\Del, I am the best fuck in Britain, and maybe, just maybe you are going to be lucky enough experience sex like you have never even dreamed of\
\Well Abigail that will be for me to determine won\'t it\ she looked half shocked and half amused, as if someone of my youth and colour should be so bold with her. Ignoring my statement she carried on
\Cock size?\ when I didn\'t immediately answer she looked at my crotch and once again demanded
\Cock size?\ I looked back at her and felt uncomfortable yet knowing for once in my life I was powerless, no longer was it the black youth in charge of his sexual destiny.
\9 inches hard\ she smiled a warmer smile than before.
\girth?\ I had to confess I had never measured round it at that time in my life. She barely accepted that answer and carried on with her inquisition
\But I assume you are not thin like a pencil or anything stupid like that?\ I shook my head and confirmed that no, I was not some thinly endowed guy
\Ok, then finish your beer and lets get out of here. I have a car round the corner and it isn\'t far to get home\ It seemed somewhat futile to argue and I confess I was both intrigued and desperate to reclaim some of my dignity from this first class bitch.
Within minutes of our initial meeting we were climbing into her Mercedes sports car and driving at speed through the streets of London. We pulled up in front of an imposing town house in Belgravia. \This is us\ she said and then waited for me to open her door for her. Entering the house I noticed it was exquisitely decorated and furnished. Boy, she came from a different world to me.
\Upstairs then\ we climbed 2 flights of a wide flowing staircase and entered her bedroom suite.
\You strip off and wait on the bed whilst I freshen up\. I nodded and started to take my shirt off. \Mmmm\ she whispered as if to herself, \you will do very nicely Del\ she lightly stroked my shoulders and kissed the back of my neck before disappearing into her en suite bathroom. I removed my shoes, socks and trousers before deciding to keep my boxer shorts on. I sat on the edge of her huge bed like a little lost school boy. It felt odd for me to go from a Mandingo warrior of my previous conquests to someone now at the behest of a white woman. My cock was semi-hard at the thought of what I thought was going to transpire. Minutes later she returned wearing just a bra and panties her impressive tits straining against the lacy material
\I thought I told you to strip? So why are you still wearing those shorts? Off with them right this very instant\ and without a pause she continued \oh very well come here and let me do it\ she took both her thumbs and slid them under the bottom of my shorts and yanked them down. My cock though not quite hard sprang out. She smiled a big broad smile. \Yes you will certainly do\
She opened up a bedside cabinet \first things first, let\'s measure you\ I was amazed by her almost clinical nature and the casualness that she dealt with me. Pulling a tape measure from a drawer she placed it on to the bed put her hand to my cock stroked it then placed it into her mouth. Sensing it was becoming fully hard she took the tape and measured it both for length and girth \for your future reference it is 6 inches round\. She then took out a pocket book and wrote in it all I could do was shake my head in disbelief.
\So how do I compare then?\ she looked at me intently and smiled
\Oh you are by far the biggest, you sweet black boy\ she stood up and in an instant unfastened her bra and pulled down her knickers \and how do I compare? You like my tits? They are the best money can buy, 15,000 Pounds they were a birthday present from my husband but whether they were for me or him is a moot point\ She stood before me, a vision of almost perfect beauty and I wanted her so bad. My cock stood hard and proud at a dramatic angle from my body, my large balls pulled tightly up by the ferocity of my erection yet despite my longing I had to ask her
\Your husband?\ and then added \and are you still married?\
She laughed loudly \oh yes who do you think pays for all this?\ she waved her hand round her bedroom.
\Now fuck me harder than you ever fucked anyone in your life\ Grabbing hold of my cock aggressively she sucked and worked her hands up and down its full length causing me to groan loudly. \come on black boy, fuck me, make me your little white rich bitch\ at that point I lost my control, composure and shyness. I leant over and pulled her on to the bed and started to lick, bite, stroke, paw and devour her body in a wild, uncontrolled display of my masculine sexuality.
Her body was flawless perfection, tits felt real but were just too perfect to actually be real her nipples hard and full, her legs long and smooth, her pubic hair trimmed and immaculate, her skin smooth and soft, her perfume lost in a mix of excitement and her natural musk. Fuck, I wanted her so bad.
We rolled around on the bed kissing and touching until I pulled her on top of me, reaching behind her I massaged her ass cheeks with one hand whilst sliding my other hand onto her clit and rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger. She groaned and started to shudder. Looking me deep in the eye she pleaded with me to fuck her and then if I hadn\'t got the message she shouted out \I want you and I want you now!\
I thrust my hard cock into her as she straddled me, gone was any pretence of subtlety or of this being an act of love making, for me it was an urgent need to fuck this upper class bitch like she had never been fucked before and for her it was to experience the reality of a thousand fantasies, She took my cock deeper inside her than any man had ever been. Her cunt was wet and tight and eager to be filled by my oversized manhood. She was totally lost to the moment as she rode me like her own black stallion. She was almost delirious with pleasure screaming, whimpering as if she was speaking in tongues, and then she suddenly became lucid
\Gerald get out here right now, see how a real man fucks your wife\ I sat up with a start, a pasty faced, balding guy in his 30\'s emerged out of the bathroom, naked save for a dog collar and leash. He was not fat but he was out of shape and he sported an erection that would be at most 4 inches. He looked chastised and excited in equal measure
\Gerald, Del is filling me like you never could, and more than any other man ever has. He is fucking like a real man should and like you never will\ Gerald you are a poor excuse for a man and if it wasn\'t for your money I would have fucked off years ago. You will watch us until we have finished fucking and you will be grateful to Del for what he is giving to your wife\ Gerald nodded and said nothing.
We continued to fuck, initially I could not get the image of her cuckolded husband out of my head but as the pace of our fucking built to a climax I started to forget him. Abigail\'s beautiful visage started to contort, her eyes flickered and she screamed at me that she was about to come. I pumped deep into her faster and faster until I felt my cock twitch and the liberal amounts of pre-cum I had had oozing out of me previously was replaced with long thick strands or cum being shot deep into her as my buttocks tensed and I resorted to some primeval urge to push my cock as deep inside her as possible and to splatter her insides with my man muck.
We collapsed into each others arms and forgetting herself for a moment she kissed me long and deeply and thanked me for fulfilling her needs, desires and fantasies. The recomposing herself she lifted herself off me and lied on the bed and sternly barked at her husband
\Gerald, now that I have been fucked by a real man you can act like the little puppy dog that you are by licking out the cum that Del has so generously filled me with\ saying nothing he obediently walked over to the bed and did as he was told. Abigail leant over and kissed me again. Pointing to the bathroom door she told me to go shower as she would be sometime.
I went and washed myself stroking my cock with the soap in the shower I felt the first tell tale signs of hardness returning to my loins. Would I required to perform again I wondered?
Refreshed and wrapped in an expensive plush towel I returned to the bedroom to watch Gerald continue to lick his wife whilst she feigned disinterest and filed her nails. Looking up she smiled and motioned me over to her. She tugged away the towel and stroked my cock slowly and sensually.
\Del, I could give you a very good life courtesy of my husband, and my friends will absolutely adore you! Leave me your telephone number and I will be in touch tomorrow. There is money in Gerald\'s wallet over there take it all and buy yourself something nice as a thank you from him for what you have given his wife tonight\
Gerald looked up at me from between Abigail\'s thighs \Thank you master\ was all he said.
I slowly got dressed and left them in their bedroom, I took some money but not all of it I figured I could get a taxi back to Covent Garden and buy my friends some drinks to appease them for my late arrival and maybe a bite to eat later.
Abigail was right my life never was quite the same again but more of that in future instalments of my sexual encounters through the years.
The city of London in England is a huge metropolis on a global scale. It has a vibrant mix of people from all parts of the world and for the most part seems to get by with less tension than in lots of other cities.
I am a black guy who has lived here all my life my family have been here for hundreds of years. I think of myself firstly as British and secondly as black. I am comfortable in my skin with nothing to prove to anyone other than myself.
But, this was not always the case. When I was younger I was on a mission to prove that I was better than other men, bigger than \little white boys\, the best fuck that women would ever experience, you name it I was a man with lots to prove. I guess I was insecure about who I was and my place in the world.
So, these vignettes I will share are all a part of who I have become
Saturday night in a hot and sweaty bar in the Covent Garden area of London, outside it is one of those sultry, humid nights that our capital city does so well. I needed a cold beer and I needed it now! Back from University for the long summer holiday I was looking forward to a night out on the town with my mates.
Despite the fact I am 6 foot 4 and muscular I always become invisible in front of bars. My mates joke about the fact that it takes me longer than everyone else to get served so usually I just proffer money to them and get them to get the drinks. Tonight though, I was the first of our group to arrive so I had no one to help me.
I stood lamely waiting my turn whilst men and women appeared from nowhere, got noticed and returned to their tables with the drinks I so desperately needed to quench my thirst.
I sensed someone other than the bar staff was watching me that innate feeling defying reason but too real and occurring too often to not exist. I turned to my left and saw her. Sitting some ten feet away from me but staring intently in my direction was a woman of whom I had not yet had the pleasure of. Our eyes met in an instant and she smiled a wonderful deep sincere smile that would have melted the most cynical of hearts. Here was I a black teenager with attitude, a chip on both his shoulders and a desire to establish himself in the world not just to exist but to rebel against hundreds of years of perceived oppression. Yet in that split second I was overwhelmed and defenceless
She beckoned me over with her finger and a lick of her top lip that was irresistible. I was totally lost!
\You seem to be struggling there boy\ (I immediately felt my hackles rise with the use of the word \boy\. Oh, there was an edge to her alright; she had a crystal cut accent that was clearly from the upper strata of society. For the first time I looked at something other than her eyes and lips and beckoning finger.
She was tall, probably 5 foot 8 or 9, English rose complexion, brunette hair that cascaded to her shoulders and wonderfully lean body leading up to a suspiciously rounded bosom that seemed almost too perfect. She was aged mid twenties possibly a bit older but no more. She offered her hand and the name of Abigail. I took her hand and shook it offering my name Del in return.
\So you want a drink\ It was a statement rather than a question. There was a directness I didn\'t feel entirely comfortable with. Within seconds a cold beer was in my hand. It was almost as if the bar staff were there waiting on her order.
\Not seen you here before Del.\ she barked at me
\.and believe me I would have noticed you\ she smiled but not in a friendly way it was more of a challenge to me to see my reaction.
\Ever fucked a white woman?\ They way she spoke the words with that accent was really quite intoxicating. I did not expect a clearly cultured, expensively educated woman to come straight out with that kind of question. I nodded and quietly offered \a few\ as my response.
\But no one like me boy\ she was getting feisty with me less than a minute after our first introduction.
\Probably not\ I said feeling uncomfortable. Up until then in my life it had been me that had fucked women they had not fucked me. I had been in charge, the power rested with my cock and my desire to use it as I saw fit. I was not quite a misogynist but I was probably not far off it. I was trying to undo hundreds of years where black men were definitely second class citizens.
\Del, I am the best fuck in Britain, and maybe, just maybe you are going to be lucky enough experience sex like you have never even dreamed of\
\Well Abigail that will be for me to determine won\'t it\ she looked half shocked and half amused, as if someone of my youth and colour should be so bold with her. Ignoring my statement she carried on
\Cock size?\ when I didn\'t immediately answer she looked at my crotch and once again demanded
\Cock size?\ I looked back at her and felt uncomfortable yet knowing for once in my life I was powerless, no longer was it the black youth in charge of his sexual destiny.
\9 inches hard\ she smiled a warmer smile than before.
\girth?\ I had to confess I had never measured round it at that time in my life. She barely accepted that answer and carried on with her inquisition
\But I assume you are not thin like a pencil or anything stupid like that?\ I shook my head and confirmed that no, I was not some thinly endowed guy
\Ok, then finish your beer and lets get out of here. I have a car round the corner and it isn\'t far to get home\ It seemed somewhat futile to argue and I confess I was both intrigued and desperate to reclaim some of my dignity from this first class bitch.
Within minutes of our initial meeting we were climbing into her Mercedes sports car and driving at speed through the streets of London. We pulled up in front of an imposing town house in Belgravia. \This is us\ she said and then waited for me to open her door for her. Entering the house I noticed it was exquisitely decorated and furnished. Boy, she came from a different world to me.
\Upstairs then\ we climbed 2 flights of a wide flowing staircase and entered her bedroom suite.
\You strip off and wait on the bed whilst I freshen up\. I nodded and started to take my shirt off. \Mmmm\ she whispered as if to herself, \you will do very nicely Del\ she lightly stroked my shoulders and kissed the back of my neck before disappearing into her en suite bathroom. I removed my shoes, socks and trousers before deciding to keep my boxer shorts on. I sat on the edge of her huge bed like a little lost school boy. It felt odd for me to go from a Mandingo warrior of my previous conquests to someone now at the behest of a white woman. My cock was semi-hard at the thought of what I thought was going to transpire. Minutes later she returned wearing just a bra and panties her impressive tits straining against the lacy material
\I thought I told you to strip? So why are you still wearing those shorts? Off with them right this very instant\ and without a pause she continued \oh very well come here and let me do it\ she took both her thumbs and slid them under the bottom of my shorts and yanked them down. My cock though not quite hard sprang out. She smiled a big broad smile. \Yes you will certainly do\
She opened up a bedside cabinet \first things first, let\'s measure you\ I was amazed by her almost clinical nature and the casualness that she dealt with me. Pulling a tape measure from a drawer she placed it on to the bed put her hand to my cock stroked it then placed it into her mouth. Sensing it was becoming fully hard she took the tape and measured it both for length and girth \for your future reference it is 6 inches round\. She then took out a pocket book and wrote in it all I could do was shake my head in disbelief.
\So how do I compare then?\ she looked at me intently and smiled
\Oh you are by far the biggest, you sweet black boy\ she stood up and in an instant unfastened her bra and pulled down her knickers \and how do I compare? You like my tits? They are the best money can buy, 15,000 Pounds they were a birthday present from my husband but whether they were for me or him is a moot point\ She stood before me, a vision of almost perfect beauty and I wanted her so bad. My cock stood hard and proud at a dramatic angle from my body, my large balls pulled tightly up by the ferocity of my erection yet despite my longing I had to ask her
\Your husband?\ and then added \and are you still married?\
She laughed loudly \oh yes who do you think pays for all this?\ she waved her hand round her bedroom.
\Now fuck me harder than you ever fucked anyone in your life\ Grabbing hold of my cock aggressively she sucked and worked her hands up and down its full length causing me to groan loudly. \come on black boy, fuck me, make me your little white rich bitch\ at that point I lost my control, composure and shyness. I leant over and pulled her on to the bed and started to lick, bite, stroke, paw and devour her body in a wild, uncontrolled display of my masculine sexuality.
Her body was flawless perfection, tits felt real but were just too perfect to actually be real her nipples hard and full, her legs long and smooth, her pubic hair trimmed and immaculate, her skin smooth and soft, her perfume lost in a mix of excitement and her natural musk. Fuck, I wanted her so bad.
We rolled around on the bed kissing and touching until I pulled her on top of me, reaching behind her I massaged her ass cheeks with one hand whilst sliding my other hand onto her clit and rolling it gently between thumb and forefinger. She groaned and started to shudder. Looking me deep in the eye she pleaded with me to fuck her and then if I hadn\'t got the message she shouted out \I want you and I want you now!\
I thrust my hard cock into her as she straddled me, gone was any pretence of subtlety or of this being an act of love making, for me it was an urgent need to fuck this upper class bitch like she had never been fucked before and for her it was to experience the reality of a thousand fantasies, She took my cock deeper inside her than any man had ever been. Her cunt was wet and tight and eager to be filled by my oversized manhood. She was totally lost to the moment as she rode me like her own black stallion. She was almost delirious with pleasure screaming, whimpering as if she was speaking in tongues, and then she suddenly became lucid
\Gerald get out here right now, see how a real man fucks your wife\ I sat up with a start, a pasty faced, balding guy in his 30\'s emerged out of the bathroom, naked save for a dog collar and leash. He was not fat but he was out of shape and he sported an erection that would be at most 4 inches. He looked chastised and excited in equal measure
\Gerald, Del is filling me like you never could, and more than any other man ever has. He is fucking like a real man should and like you never will\ Gerald you are a poor excuse for a man and if it wasn\'t for your money I would have fucked off years ago. You will watch us until we have finished fucking and you will be grateful to Del for what he is giving to your wife\ Gerald nodded and said nothing.
We continued to fuck, initially I could not get the image of her cuckolded husband out of my head but as the pace of our fucking built to a climax I started to forget him. Abigail\'s beautiful visage started to contort, her eyes flickered and she screamed at me that she was about to come. I pumped deep into her faster and faster until I felt my cock twitch and the liberal amounts of pre-cum I had had oozing out of me previously was replaced with long thick strands or cum being shot deep into her as my buttocks tensed and I resorted to some primeval urge to push my cock as deep inside her as possible and to splatter her insides with my man muck.
We collapsed into each others arms and forgetting herself for a moment she kissed me long and deeply and thanked me for fulfilling her needs, desires and fantasies. The recomposing herself she lifted herself off me and lied on the bed and sternly barked at her husband
\Gerald, now that I have been fucked by a real man you can act like the little puppy dog that you are by licking out the cum that Del has so generously filled me with\ saying nothing he obediently walked over to the bed and did as he was told. Abigail leant over and kissed me again. Pointing to the bathroom door she told me to go shower as she would be sometime.
I went and washed myself stroking my cock with the soap in the shower I felt the first tell tale signs of hardness returning to my loins. Would I required to perform again I wondered?
Refreshed and wrapped in an expensive plush towel I returned to the bedroom to watch Gerald continue to lick his wife whilst she feigned disinterest and filed her nails. Looking up she smiled and motioned me over to her. She tugged away the towel and stroked my cock slowly and sensually.
\Del, I could give you a very good life courtesy of my husband, and my friends will absolutely adore you! Leave me your telephone number and I will be in touch tomorrow. There is money in Gerald\'s wallet over there take it all and buy yourself something nice as a thank you from him for what you have given his wife tonight\
Gerald looked up at me from between Abigail\'s thighs \Thank you master\ was all he said.
I slowly got dressed and left them in their bedroom, I took some money but not all of it I figured I could get a taxi back to Covent Garden and buy my friends some drinks to appease them for my late arrival and maybe a bite to eat later.
Abigail was right my life never was quite the same again but more of that in future instalments of my sexual encounters through the years.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Basic instincts
Paul and I had joined the company on the same day three months ago. Hes tall, slim and handsome with short greying hair and hes about 40 and married with a 6 year old daughter.Im Chloe, single and Im 25. Im a fuller figured girl (34d-26-34) and look a bit like the singer Charlotte Church. Just like Charlotte I like to party (drinking, smoking and fucking) in a way that my mum and a lot of people at work would probably disapprove of!
Paul is the UK Sales Manager and Im the Head of Marketing for a clothing company based in Manchester. Because our job means that we have to work very closely on a regular basis our friendship has really blossomed in the last few months. From Pauls point of view this must have been very difficult as I like to dress as sexily as work will allow and Im a terrible flirt. Let me re-phrase that last part Im a terrific flirt!
Sometimes I cant help myself and with Paul (who has a wicked sense of humour) it has become a game that we play whenever we are together.
This all brings me to last Wednesday night.
Not for the first time Paul and I had to visit a couple of customers to discuss our joint business plans for the next 12 months. The difference this time was that we would have to stay over in Glasgow as one buyer could only see us on the Thursday lunch time.
The build up on the Monday and Tuesday had been fun in the office with a one of my friends teasing Paul, in the canteen, about what she thought we would get up to being together in a romantic hotel! Paul played along with the joke by telling her that Chloe would have to do all of the hard work! as he had a bad back.
For the journey up North Id dressed as soberly as possible in a nice pair of black hipster trousers, short grey jacket and a nice white cotton shirt that emphasised my cleavage, especially when I left the top three buttons undone.
We left the office at 8 am giving us plenty of time to arrive for our appointment at 1.30. The journey was quite picturesque and we chatted about the clients and joked and gossiped about some of our colleagues. At one stage he asked about my weekend. I told him about a Hen Party that Id been with on the Friday and a club that Id gone to on Saturday with a couple of girlfriends.I bet you had the fellas running scared! He joked.Something like that I grimaced.Paul raised his eyebrows as if to question my reply as he glanced at my chest.Sooner or later Id like to catch one, I smiled.Do I detect a deficiency in the loving area? Paul grinned as his eyes burned into my chest.I shrugged my shoulders and smiled and the conversation went off into a different area.
We finally parked the car in the neighbourhood of the clients office at 12.15, and went into a trendy coffee shop for lunch. I tried to remain cool as the waitress showed us to a table to as several women who were already tucking into their lunches cast their ayes at Paul then shot envious looks in my direction.
I bet they think that Im your mistress! I whispered as we looked at the menu.More likely my daughter! Paul seemed unaware of the attention that he was getting from the other women.Ooh, I smiled, Youre not that old! Im sure that theres plenty of life left in you! The cheeky smile and twinkle in his bright blue eyes told me that I was right.
The meeting went well even if I left Paul and our customer speechless a couple of times by leaning forward a couple of times giving them a close up view of my boobs. I also discretely bent over in such a way that Paul would also get a secret flash of my pink thong as they rose above the waist of my hipster trousers.
Being the gentleman that he is; he never mentioned anything; even on the drive back to our hotel.Paul had asked me to meet him in the Hotel bar at 7.30, which gave me over an hour to shower and get dressed.
I couldnt believe my luck when I opened the door to my bedroom; I was in a suite! I had a dressing area, a sofa and matching chair plus the bed was absolutely huge.
I smiled to myself when I saw that my room was overlooked by a large office block and some of the lights were still on. As well as being a flirt Im also an outrageous tease; so without closing the wooden blinds I began to get undressed hoping some pervert would watch me. When I was a teenage girl living at home, I used to drive two of my neighbours wild by walking around my bedroom half naked for hours on end! I swear that one of them used a pair of binoculars when he was watching me getting dressed or undressed.
Standing about three feet away from the window I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt and leisurely peeled off my trousers taking great care to expose my generous arse to my new friend. Without actually looking out I faced the window when I dropped my blouse onto the bed leaving me standing in just my sexy underwear. As I turned away Im sure I spotted a guy trying to hide behind a blind staring at me. I tried to keep a straight face as I proceeded to lean forward into the mirror looking for something in my eyes so my ample backside pretty much faced my voyeur.
Time was getting on and flashing at my stranger was making me very, very horny. Without undressing any more I went into the bathroom and ran a shower.As I slipped out of my knickers I couldnt resist touching my pussy. Mmmmit felt very hot and wet, just right for a little fun in the shower. As I stepped into the bath I caught my reflection in the mirror; my pubes were a bit hairier than I normally like, especially if the night was going to end as I hoped.
Because of my drunken weekend I hadnt had time to trim my box with my electric razor. There was nothing else for it as I stretched forward and fumbled in my wash-bag. I would have to go Brazilian!
The hot water was thrilling as the power-shower cascaded against my firm breasts and the shampoo bubbles ran down my stomach and between my legs. It was great fun as I covered my nubile young body with soft soapy foam then let the tumbling water wash it off. After a couple of minutes I lathered up my pubes then rested my right foot on the side of the bath. I took a deep breath and swiped the razor downwards leaving a furrow of pink flesh in the middle of my hairy forest. A dozen flashes of Gillette later and the last of my dark pubes were spinning down the drain. I felt deliciously brazen as I finished off by pulling my swollen labia to one side as I sliced away the very last of my stubble leaving my genital area completely bald for the first time since I was 12.
As I dried myself I could hardly stop touching the soft hairless skin or staring at my bald pussy in the mirror. God knows I was now absolutely desperate for relief; but I wanted to keep my pent up passion for later. I just hoped that Paul would appreciate the sacrifice that I was making for him.
Just wrapped in a towel I sauntered back into main bedroom. A furtive look told me that my voyeur was still in his office; therefore my show could continue.I dropped the towel and bent over my suitcase making sure that my tits were dangling in profile for my little Scottish friend.I slowly selected the underwear that Id brought specially for Paul; a matching black and silver bra and thong from La Perla and a pair of 8 denier shiny black hold-up stockings. It was Hellishly exciting as I gradually pulled my knickers up over my hips then eased each stocking up my long legs; meticulously checking how I looked in the mirror, knowing that it would be driving him crazy. I was now trembling so much I was in danger of actually having an orgasm as I stuffed my aching tits into my bra!As I finally straightened my black and white wrap-over dress I was desperately hoping that the voyeur had had a wank while hed been watching me, because it was killing me not being able to do the same! As I painted my lips with a bright shade of red lipstick all of my erogenous zones were on red alert!
Pauls pint glass was nearly empty as I nonchalantly strolled, fashionably late, through the bar to where my colleague was sitting. I love the effect that wearing high heals and a non-wired bra has on my posture. My hips sway and my large breasts always jiggle just enough to get the attention that I crave.You look nice. He smiled as he eyed my body from head to toe.I know! I laughed as I sat down opposite him, I just hope that you appreciate the effort that Ive gone to. Paul shrugged his shoulders, smirked and spread his hands in a manner that told me he was lost for words!
Would you like a drink? He asked me as he stared at my chest like a baby boy at feeding time.Yes please, I replied as I lit a cigarette and crossed my legs like Sharon Stone did in Basic Interest, a Southern Comfort and lemonade in a long glass.
It wasnt only Pauls eyes that were out on stalks; at least three businessmen sitting at the end of the bar virtually had their tongues hanging out as they too got an accidental glimpse of a stocking top.
When he returned with my drink Paul made small talk about the restaurant and a new bar that he wanted to visit as I continued my Sharon Stone impersonation, accidentally flashing my stocking tops every time I crossed my legs. An ex-boyfriend once told me that there can be something powerfully erotic when a woman smokes her cigarette in a certain manner. I didand it appeared to have the right effect.
We eventually took a taxi to the Centre of town where we had a beautiful meal downstairs in Roganos, followed by drinks in a couple of ultra-hip bars eventually ending upstairs in the Horseshoe Bar where we had another drink as we watched a bunch of wacky locals with terrific voices belting out songs on the Karaoke.
I still couldnt figure Paul out. I had linked his arm as we went from bar to bar and acted as sexily as possible without actually appearing like a slut; he appeared to love the attention and flirted as much as usual; yet he never tried make any type of move no matter how hard I tried to tempt him.
Perhaps he really was happily married and faithful. Never mind, I consoled myself, I would frig myself senseless as soon as I was alone in my bedroom.
When the taxi finally dropped us back at the Holiday Inn Paul asked if I wanted another drink.Are you trying to get me drunk? I giggled.Do I need to? my colleague asked with a twinkle in his eyes.No. I responded bluntly and stroked his handPaul leant forward and gently moved some stray hairs from my face and then planted a soft kiss on my lips that felt like a 1,000 tiny Summer raindrops.Lets go to bed then, I whispered in a matter of fact manner.
Thankfully there wasnt anyone in the lift so I grabbed his shirt and kissed him with as much force as I could gather in my drunken state. I instantly forced my tongue into his mouth twisting it around, running the tip along his teeth. Paul responded in kind then slid his hand inside my dress sliding his fingers up my stockings until he found the flesh of my thigh. I automatically wrapped my leg around his hip and rubbed myself against his groin as he playfully spanked my arse and tugged the back of my thong until it disappeared inside my pulsating pussy. Pauls tongue was now halfway down my throat and his hand was now cupping my arse cheek like he was weighing it.
Ping went the lift and we had to disentangle ourselves as we suddenly arrived at our floor.
Are you sure about this? Paul whispered as he ran his finger along the exposed part of my breast.I didnt think that you were interested in me! I chided him as I fell back against the lift wall.He cheekily grinned and shrugged his shoulders; I didnt want to look too easy. I shook my head in mild disbelief and made no attempt to adjust my dishevelled clothing as we hurried hand in hand along the corridor to my bedroom.
As I fumbled with the key card Paul lifted the back of my dress and grabbed my bare arse in full view of the security cameras.Stop that! I cried out, only for him to slap my bare cheeks much harder than he had in the lift.Ouch! That hurts! I squealed as we tumbled inside the room.Grabbing me by the waist Paul powerfully kissed my puckered lips again and deftly unfastened the ribbon holding the front of my dress together as he kicked the door closed.
No, no, no! I giggled as I wriggled out of his grasp, I need to pee before we do anything like that.I forced him away and swivelled into the bathroom.Take a seat and make yourself comfortable I wont be long! I joked as I locked the door.
It took me a few seconds to catch my breath as I quicklysat on the toilet with my knickers around my ankles; gallons of golden pee cascading into the bowl.
All I could think, in my drunken state, as I pulled my knickers back up, was. God! Its actually going to happen, I tried to work out a plan of action as I re-applied my lipstick and quickly brushed my hair.Thats it! I grinned at my reflection, Im going to take charge. Im going to fuck his brains out!
I hung my dress on the door hook; took a deep breath and walked back into the bedroom as sexily and as confidently as I could in my bra, pants, stockings and high-heels.
I was a little bit surprised to see that Paul was still fully clothed as he lounged on the sofa. The look on his face when I came into view made all of my hard work and pent-up sexual frustrations worthwhile.
Jesus Christ, Chloe! He gasped as I teetered towards him.Ssh, I told him as I pressed my finger against my lips, Sit back andenjoy.
Paul pulled a surprised face but did as he was told.I sexily straddled him; grinding my pussy against his stiffening cock as I gently pressed his face against my firm breasts. He began kissing and licking my uncovered flesh as I gently swayed my chest until it rubbed across his face.
My pussy was on fire as I moved backwards on his lap; letting him admire my young body as I unbuttoned and removed his shirt, exposing a nicely hairy belly and chest just how I like my men!
As he was topless I thought that I may as well reciprocate! So I unclipped my bra then held it against my breasts for a few tantalising seconds before I finally let him see my big, firm tits! Even if I do say so my tits look bloody good!Wow! he gasped as he stared at my mammeries. Im really proud of my tits; they are quite large, but unlike some of my friends they are big, firm and round and havent started to sag yet so still stick out and up just like they did in my teenage years.
Suck them, I told him as I bent forward and offered them like a sacrifice.MMMmmmm! I purred as he gently licked both of my throbbing pink nipples. This was just sooooooo good I had to grab his head and pull him closer until I was trying to stuff all of a 34d tit into his mouth, nearly making him choke as I frantically rubbed my pussy against his dick!
Very soon I was really close to cumming but I stopped myself. Instead I dis-mounted and knelt in front of him so that I could unbuckle his belt pulling his jeans down to his ankles. Paul kicked his shoes off and I fumbled with his socks and jeans until he was sitting with his cock straining to get out of his white boxers.
I stood up and rubbed my aching tits as Paul coolly sat with his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa.
It was too late to stop now even if Id wanted to and I didnt.In a flash Id whipped my tiny black thong off and stood in front of my workmate, legs apart in my stockings and heels making him stare at my hairless cunt.
Paul actually looked stunned when he saw my bald pussy. He raised his eyebrows and let out a slow whistle as I nodded towards his pants.With a chuckle he lifted his legs and threw his pants at me! I ducked and they went over my head. When I regained my poise I instantly looked at his throbbing cock.YES! I thought, thats what Ive been waiting all night for!
And it was worth waiting for. Six inches of raw, thick cock. I could hardly wait to feel it inside my dripping hole. But first I needed to taste it. To feel it in my mouth, down my throat, Christ, I NEEDED to suck that gorgeous cock.
Paul resumed his previous position with his arms on the back of the sofa only now his stiff cock was standing to attention in the middle of a dark forest of pubic hair.
I desperately tried not to lick my lips as I knelt before him again; but I should have as I was really, really looking forward to sucking his cock!
At first I stroked his shaft, admiring it and making him wince as I ran my long fingernail along his thick blue veins. As I rubbed his bright purple helmet between my finger and thumb I began kissing his balls and nibbling his hairy sack, all the while looking up his body and never losing contact with his baby blue eyes.
My kisses continued all the way up his thick shaft until I was dribbling onto his bell-end.
My brain was now like mush as I ran my tongue across his piss-hole then engulfed the fat knob with my hot lips.
His cock tasted divine as I sucked and slurped filling my mouth with his 40 year old dick.
We still hadnt said a word but we moaned and groaned, purred and gasped as I tried to give him the best blow-job of his life. I was now sooooooo turned on sucking Pauls cock I could feel my own juices running down my thighs.
I couldnt stand it any longer and just had to FUCK him!
With one last little kiss on the tip of his dick I stood up and straddled him again. This time there was no clothing to get in the way and my cunt was so wet I think that he could have driven his car up there!
I rested my hands either side of his head and slowly edged my arse backwards until I felt that velvet tip nudge against my slit. With only a little adjustment his cock eased into my sodden hole.Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I panted as each inch entered my body, Uuuuggghh! I grunted when he finally thrust his hips upwards and absolutely filled my cunt.Part of me wanted to savour the moment and gently make love to this handsome man but the other (more dominant) part wanted to fuck his fucking brains out!
The dominant part won! In seconds I was bouncing up and down on his six inches of throbbing gristle as I proceeded to fuck my middle-aged gorgeous co-worker.
I greeted each of Pauls thrusts with a sexual grunt, Huh, huh, oh yeh, oh yeh! Then when Paul began sucking my tits at the same time I couldnt stop myself and the grunting became, Huh fuck, huh fuck, fuck me, thats good, thats so good, fuck me, fuckmefuckme FUCK MEEEEE!
My clitoris felt like a bullet as it rasped against Pauls hard crotch.I had to press my mouth against his shoulder to stop myself screaming as our fucking became more frantic.
Fucking Hell! Fucking Hell! IM NEARLY THERE! I howled into his ear as I battered his cock with my love hole , Im cumming! Faster, faster, faster baby! FUCK ME FASTER!
Paul responded and his cock was soon like a piston as it banged deep and hard into my young tummy making my huge tits hurt as they bounced about like two out of control beach balls.
Yes, yes YES! Paul, Paul PAUL.thats it, thats IT! I cried into his shoulder as he nearly sucked my tingling nipple out of its socket, Im cumming, Im FUCKINGCUUUUUMMMMIIINNGG!
Oooohhh Yyyyeeesssss that was fantastic, I sighed as I slowly slid up and down his magic pole while he licked the sweat off my heaving titties.
Gasping for breath and still impaled on his rod I grinned at him and naughtily whispered, Oooh that was soooooo good; how should I repay you? Do you want to cum on my face and tits?
My cunt suddenly felt swollen but empty as I eased myself off Pauls still hard cock until I was standing astride his legs, my shaven haven inches away from his face. Paul moved his head forward and gently kissed the tip of my pussy then slid his tongue along the crack; lapping at my sticky clitoris which made me gasp. I stood like this for a minute or so; but my desire to taste his cum was now overwhelming.
Stand up so I can suck you off. I purred as I stepped off the sofa and dropped to my knees.Paul stood in front of me and ran his clammy cock across my face.
Oooh that feels good, I purred as I smelt my cunt juice on his dick, do you want me to suck your cock again? Would that be nice? I teased him as he slowly wanked his cock inches away from my mouth, do you want me to taste your spunk? Swallow it? That would be nice wouldnt it? Filling my mouth with your hot cum? Paul pushed his knob into my mouth and slowly stroked the shaft as I began slurping on his hard cock.Youre a dirty little fuckerChloe Rogers! he gasped as his hand got faster forcing his stinking cock deep into my throat.If Id known what a horny little fucker you were I would have done this weeks ago! Paul gasped. His eyes were now closed and he was very close to orgasm, Oh, oh Chloeshow me your twat, show me it! He continued furiously wanking his cock as I stopped sucking and lay flat on my back for him; rubbing my heaving tits as I spread my legs wide apart showing him my freshly shaved puffed-up gash.Paul shuffled forwards until he was standing on both sides of my hips.
Cum on me, cum on me! I pleaded as I rubbed my clit with one hand and tweaked my nipples with the other, Splash your spunk all over me! Spill it into my mouthlet me taste your spunk! I was getting really turned on again! My fingers were a blur as they rubbed my clitty in time to Pauls furious wanking.
Yes, yes yes! I squealed as I felt another orgasm build up in my cunt, cum on my face, cum on Chloes big titties!
Uhuhuhyou dirty bitch! Paul groaned as a long white jet of spunk flashed out of his cock and landed on my face and neck, Oh Chloe.Chloe! Another load landed on my tits but he kept rubbing.Yeeesssss.let me suck your cock.let me, let me suck your big fucking cock! I cried out at the same time as I raised my head to catch the last drops of his cum when my second orgasm ripped through my lower body.
Mmmm.that tastes fucking lovely! I whispered as I sucked the last few drops of salty man-juice out of his softening member.
Paul flopped back onto the sofa as I wriggled around on the floor playing with myself for a third and very satisfactory final time.
Have you seen the time? Paul chuckled as he waved his watch at me, 2.20! Weve been fucking for over an hour!
He was still grinning from ear to ear as he kissed me goodnight and wandered off to his own bedroom.
Chloe
Paul is the UK Sales Manager and Im the Head of Marketing for a clothing company based in Manchester. Because our job means that we have to work very closely on a regular basis our friendship has really blossomed in the last few months. From Pauls point of view this must have been very difficult as I like to dress as sexily as work will allow and Im a terrible flirt. Let me re-phrase that last part Im a terrific flirt!
Sometimes I cant help myself and with Paul (who has a wicked sense of humour) it has become a game that we play whenever we are together.
This all brings me to last Wednesday night.
Not for the first time Paul and I had to visit a couple of customers to discuss our joint business plans for the next 12 months. The difference this time was that we would have to stay over in Glasgow as one buyer could only see us on the Thursday lunch time.
The build up on the Monday and Tuesday had been fun in the office with a one of my friends teasing Paul, in the canteen, about what she thought we would get up to being together in a romantic hotel! Paul played along with the joke by telling her that Chloe would have to do all of the hard work! as he had a bad back.
For the journey up North Id dressed as soberly as possible in a nice pair of black hipster trousers, short grey jacket and a nice white cotton shirt that emphasised my cleavage, especially when I left the top three buttons undone.
We left the office at 8 am giving us plenty of time to arrive for our appointment at 1.30. The journey was quite picturesque and we chatted about the clients and joked and gossiped about some of our colleagues. At one stage he asked about my weekend. I told him about a Hen Party that Id been with on the Friday and a club that Id gone to on Saturday with a couple of girlfriends.I bet you had the fellas running scared! He joked.Something like that I grimaced.Paul raised his eyebrows as if to question my reply as he glanced at my chest.Sooner or later Id like to catch one, I smiled.Do I detect a deficiency in the loving area? Paul grinned as his eyes burned into my chest.I shrugged my shoulders and smiled and the conversation went off into a different area.
We finally parked the car in the neighbourhood of the clients office at 12.15, and went into a trendy coffee shop for lunch. I tried to remain cool as the waitress showed us to a table to as several women who were already tucking into their lunches cast their ayes at Paul then shot envious looks in my direction.
I bet they think that Im your mistress! I whispered as we looked at the menu.More likely my daughter! Paul seemed unaware of the attention that he was getting from the other women.Ooh, I smiled, Youre not that old! Im sure that theres plenty of life left in you! The cheeky smile and twinkle in his bright blue eyes told me that I was right.
The meeting went well even if I left Paul and our customer speechless a couple of times by leaning forward a couple of times giving them a close up view of my boobs. I also discretely bent over in such a way that Paul would also get a secret flash of my pink thong as they rose above the waist of my hipster trousers.
Being the gentleman that he is; he never mentioned anything; even on the drive back to our hotel.Paul had asked me to meet him in the Hotel bar at 7.30, which gave me over an hour to shower and get dressed.
I couldnt believe my luck when I opened the door to my bedroom; I was in a suite! I had a dressing area, a sofa and matching chair plus the bed was absolutely huge.
I smiled to myself when I saw that my room was overlooked by a large office block and some of the lights were still on. As well as being a flirt Im also an outrageous tease; so without closing the wooden blinds I began to get undressed hoping some pervert would watch me. When I was a teenage girl living at home, I used to drive two of my neighbours wild by walking around my bedroom half naked for hours on end! I swear that one of them used a pair of binoculars when he was watching me getting dressed or undressed.
Standing about three feet away from the window I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my belt and leisurely peeled off my trousers taking great care to expose my generous arse to my new friend. Without actually looking out I faced the window when I dropped my blouse onto the bed leaving me standing in just my sexy underwear. As I turned away Im sure I spotted a guy trying to hide behind a blind staring at me. I tried to keep a straight face as I proceeded to lean forward into the mirror looking for something in my eyes so my ample backside pretty much faced my voyeur.
Time was getting on and flashing at my stranger was making me very, very horny. Without undressing any more I went into the bathroom and ran a shower.As I slipped out of my knickers I couldnt resist touching my pussy. Mmmmit felt very hot and wet, just right for a little fun in the shower. As I stepped into the bath I caught my reflection in the mirror; my pubes were a bit hairier than I normally like, especially if the night was going to end as I hoped.
Because of my drunken weekend I hadnt had time to trim my box with my electric razor. There was nothing else for it as I stretched forward and fumbled in my wash-bag. I would have to go Brazilian!
The hot water was thrilling as the power-shower cascaded against my firm breasts and the shampoo bubbles ran down my stomach and between my legs. It was great fun as I covered my nubile young body with soft soapy foam then let the tumbling water wash it off. After a couple of minutes I lathered up my pubes then rested my right foot on the side of the bath. I took a deep breath and swiped the razor downwards leaving a furrow of pink flesh in the middle of my hairy forest. A dozen flashes of Gillette later and the last of my dark pubes were spinning down the drain. I felt deliciously brazen as I finished off by pulling my swollen labia to one side as I sliced away the very last of my stubble leaving my genital area completely bald for the first time since I was 12.
As I dried myself I could hardly stop touching the soft hairless skin or staring at my bald pussy in the mirror. God knows I was now absolutely desperate for relief; but I wanted to keep my pent up passion for later. I just hoped that Paul would appreciate the sacrifice that I was making for him.
Just wrapped in a towel I sauntered back into main bedroom. A furtive look told me that my voyeur was still in his office; therefore my show could continue.I dropped the towel and bent over my suitcase making sure that my tits were dangling in profile for my little Scottish friend.I slowly selected the underwear that Id brought specially for Paul; a matching black and silver bra and thong from La Perla and a pair of 8 denier shiny black hold-up stockings. It was Hellishly exciting as I gradually pulled my knickers up over my hips then eased each stocking up my long legs; meticulously checking how I looked in the mirror, knowing that it would be driving him crazy. I was now trembling so much I was in danger of actually having an orgasm as I stuffed my aching tits into my bra!As I finally straightened my black and white wrap-over dress I was desperately hoping that the voyeur had had a wank while hed been watching me, because it was killing me not being able to do the same! As I painted my lips with a bright shade of red lipstick all of my erogenous zones were on red alert!
Pauls pint glass was nearly empty as I nonchalantly strolled, fashionably late, through the bar to where my colleague was sitting. I love the effect that wearing high heals and a non-wired bra has on my posture. My hips sway and my large breasts always jiggle just enough to get the attention that I crave.You look nice. He smiled as he eyed my body from head to toe.I know! I laughed as I sat down opposite him, I just hope that you appreciate the effort that Ive gone to. Paul shrugged his shoulders, smirked and spread his hands in a manner that told me he was lost for words!
Would you like a drink? He asked me as he stared at my chest like a baby boy at feeding time.Yes please, I replied as I lit a cigarette and crossed my legs like Sharon Stone did in Basic Interest, a Southern Comfort and lemonade in a long glass.
It wasnt only Pauls eyes that were out on stalks; at least three businessmen sitting at the end of the bar virtually had their tongues hanging out as they too got an accidental glimpse of a stocking top.
When he returned with my drink Paul made small talk about the restaurant and a new bar that he wanted to visit as I continued my Sharon Stone impersonation, accidentally flashing my stocking tops every time I crossed my legs. An ex-boyfriend once told me that there can be something powerfully erotic when a woman smokes her cigarette in a certain manner. I didand it appeared to have the right effect.
We eventually took a taxi to the Centre of town where we had a beautiful meal downstairs in Roganos, followed by drinks in a couple of ultra-hip bars eventually ending upstairs in the Horseshoe Bar where we had another drink as we watched a bunch of wacky locals with terrific voices belting out songs on the Karaoke.
I still couldnt figure Paul out. I had linked his arm as we went from bar to bar and acted as sexily as possible without actually appearing like a slut; he appeared to love the attention and flirted as much as usual; yet he never tried make any type of move no matter how hard I tried to tempt him.
Perhaps he really was happily married and faithful. Never mind, I consoled myself, I would frig myself senseless as soon as I was alone in my bedroom.
When the taxi finally dropped us back at the Holiday Inn Paul asked if I wanted another drink.Are you trying to get me drunk? I giggled.Do I need to? my colleague asked with a twinkle in his eyes.No. I responded bluntly and stroked his handPaul leant forward and gently moved some stray hairs from my face and then planted a soft kiss on my lips that felt like a 1,000 tiny Summer raindrops.Lets go to bed then, I whispered in a matter of fact manner.
Thankfully there wasnt anyone in the lift so I grabbed his shirt and kissed him with as much force as I could gather in my drunken state. I instantly forced my tongue into his mouth twisting it around, running the tip along his teeth. Paul responded in kind then slid his hand inside my dress sliding his fingers up my stockings until he found the flesh of my thigh. I automatically wrapped my leg around his hip and rubbed myself against his groin as he playfully spanked my arse and tugged the back of my thong until it disappeared inside my pulsating pussy. Pauls tongue was now halfway down my throat and his hand was now cupping my arse cheek like he was weighing it.
Ping went the lift and we had to disentangle ourselves as we suddenly arrived at our floor.
Are you sure about this? Paul whispered as he ran his finger along the exposed part of my breast.I didnt think that you were interested in me! I chided him as I fell back against the lift wall.He cheekily grinned and shrugged his shoulders; I didnt want to look too easy. I shook my head in mild disbelief and made no attempt to adjust my dishevelled clothing as we hurried hand in hand along the corridor to my bedroom.
As I fumbled with the key card Paul lifted the back of my dress and grabbed my bare arse in full view of the security cameras.Stop that! I cried out, only for him to slap my bare cheeks much harder than he had in the lift.Ouch! That hurts! I squealed as we tumbled inside the room.Grabbing me by the waist Paul powerfully kissed my puckered lips again and deftly unfastened the ribbon holding the front of my dress together as he kicked the door closed.
No, no, no! I giggled as I wriggled out of his grasp, I need to pee before we do anything like that.I forced him away and swivelled into the bathroom.Take a seat and make yourself comfortable I wont be long! I joked as I locked the door.
It took me a few seconds to catch my breath as I quicklysat on the toilet with my knickers around my ankles; gallons of golden pee cascading into the bowl.
All I could think, in my drunken state, as I pulled my knickers back up, was. God! Its actually going to happen, I tried to work out a plan of action as I re-applied my lipstick and quickly brushed my hair.Thats it! I grinned at my reflection, Im going to take charge. Im going to fuck his brains out!
I hung my dress on the door hook; took a deep breath and walked back into the bedroom as sexily and as confidently as I could in my bra, pants, stockings and high-heels.
I was a little bit surprised to see that Paul was still fully clothed as he lounged on the sofa. The look on his face when I came into view made all of my hard work and pent-up sexual frustrations worthwhile.
Jesus Christ, Chloe! He gasped as I teetered towards him.Ssh, I told him as I pressed my finger against my lips, Sit back andenjoy.
Paul pulled a surprised face but did as he was told.I sexily straddled him; grinding my pussy against his stiffening cock as I gently pressed his face against my firm breasts. He began kissing and licking my uncovered flesh as I gently swayed my chest until it rubbed across his face.
My pussy was on fire as I moved backwards on his lap; letting him admire my young body as I unbuttoned and removed his shirt, exposing a nicely hairy belly and chest just how I like my men!
As he was topless I thought that I may as well reciprocate! So I unclipped my bra then held it against my breasts for a few tantalising seconds before I finally let him see my big, firm tits! Even if I do say so my tits look bloody good!Wow! he gasped as he stared at my mammeries. Im really proud of my tits; they are quite large, but unlike some of my friends they are big, firm and round and havent started to sag yet so still stick out and up just like they did in my teenage years.
Suck them, I told him as I bent forward and offered them like a sacrifice.MMMmmmm! I purred as he gently licked both of my throbbing pink nipples. This was just sooooooo good I had to grab his head and pull him closer until I was trying to stuff all of a 34d tit into his mouth, nearly making him choke as I frantically rubbed my pussy against his dick!
Very soon I was really close to cumming but I stopped myself. Instead I dis-mounted and knelt in front of him so that I could unbuckle his belt pulling his jeans down to his ankles. Paul kicked his shoes off and I fumbled with his socks and jeans until he was sitting with his cock straining to get out of his white boxers.
I stood up and rubbed my aching tits as Paul coolly sat with his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa.
It was too late to stop now even if Id wanted to and I didnt.In a flash Id whipped my tiny black thong off and stood in front of my workmate, legs apart in my stockings and heels making him stare at my hairless cunt.
Paul actually looked stunned when he saw my bald pussy. He raised his eyebrows and let out a slow whistle as I nodded towards his pants.With a chuckle he lifted his legs and threw his pants at me! I ducked and they went over my head. When I regained my poise I instantly looked at his throbbing cock.YES! I thought, thats what Ive been waiting all night for!
And it was worth waiting for. Six inches of raw, thick cock. I could hardly wait to feel it inside my dripping hole. But first I needed to taste it. To feel it in my mouth, down my throat, Christ, I NEEDED to suck that gorgeous cock.
Paul resumed his previous position with his arms on the back of the sofa only now his stiff cock was standing to attention in the middle of a dark forest of pubic hair.
I desperately tried not to lick my lips as I knelt before him again; but I should have as I was really, really looking forward to sucking his cock!
At first I stroked his shaft, admiring it and making him wince as I ran my long fingernail along his thick blue veins. As I rubbed his bright purple helmet between my finger and thumb I began kissing his balls and nibbling his hairy sack, all the while looking up his body and never losing contact with his baby blue eyes.
My kisses continued all the way up his thick shaft until I was dribbling onto his bell-end.
My brain was now like mush as I ran my tongue across his piss-hole then engulfed the fat knob with my hot lips.
His cock tasted divine as I sucked and slurped filling my mouth with his 40 year old dick.
We still hadnt said a word but we moaned and groaned, purred and gasped as I tried to give him the best blow-job of his life. I was now sooooooo turned on sucking Pauls cock I could feel my own juices running down my thighs.
I couldnt stand it any longer and just had to FUCK him!
With one last little kiss on the tip of his dick I stood up and straddled him again. This time there was no clothing to get in the way and my cunt was so wet I think that he could have driven his car up there!
I rested my hands either side of his head and slowly edged my arse backwards until I felt that velvet tip nudge against my slit. With only a little adjustment his cock eased into my sodden hole.Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, I panted as each inch entered my body, Uuuuggghh! I grunted when he finally thrust his hips upwards and absolutely filled my cunt.Part of me wanted to savour the moment and gently make love to this handsome man but the other (more dominant) part wanted to fuck his fucking brains out!
The dominant part won! In seconds I was bouncing up and down on his six inches of throbbing gristle as I proceeded to fuck my middle-aged gorgeous co-worker.
I greeted each of Pauls thrusts with a sexual grunt, Huh, huh, oh yeh, oh yeh! Then when Paul began sucking my tits at the same time I couldnt stop myself and the grunting became, Huh fuck, huh fuck, fuck me, thats good, thats so good, fuck me, fuckmefuckme FUCK MEEEEE!
My clitoris felt like a bullet as it rasped against Pauls hard crotch.I had to press my mouth against his shoulder to stop myself screaming as our fucking became more frantic.
Fucking Hell! Fucking Hell! IM NEARLY THERE! I howled into his ear as I battered his cock with my love hole , Im cumming! Faster, faster, faster baby! FUCK ME FASTER!
Paul responded and his cock was soon like a piston as it banged deep and hard into my young tummy making my huge tits hurt as they bounced about like two out of control beach balls.
Yes, yes YES! Paul, Paul PAUL.thats it, thats IT! I cried into his shoulder as he nearly sucked my tingling nipple out of its socket, Im cumming, Im FUCKINGCUUUUUMMMMIIINNGG!
Oooohhh Yyyyeeesssss that was fantastic, I sighed as I slowly slid up and down his magic pole while he licked the sweat off my heaving titties.
Gasping for breath and still impaled on his rod I grinned at him and naughtily whispered, Oooh that was soooooo good; how should I repay you? Do you want to cum on my face and tits?
My cunt suddenly felt swollen but empty as I eased myself off Pauls still hard cock until I was standing astride his legs, my shaven haven inches away from his face. Paul moved his head forward and gently kissed the tip of my pussy then slid his tongue along the crack; lapping at my sticky clitoris which made me gasp. I stood like this for a minute or so; but my desire to taste his cum was now overwhelming.
Stand up so I can suck you off. I purred as I stepped off the sofa and dropped to my knees.Paul stood in front of me and ran his clammy cock across my face.
Oooh that feels good, I purred as I smelt my cunt juice on his dick, do you want me to suck your cock again? Would that be nice? I teased him as he slowly wanked his cock inches away from my mouth, do you want me to taste your spunk? Swallow it? That would be nice wouldnt it? Filling my mouth with your hot cum? Paul pushed his knob into my mouth and slowly stroked the shaft as I began slurping on his hard cock.Youre a dirty little fuckerChloe Rogers! he gasped as his hand got faster forcing his stinking cock deep into my throat.If Id known what a horny little fucker you were I would have done this weeks ago! Paul gasped. His eyes were now closed and he was very close to orgasm, Oh, oh Chloeshow me your twat, show me it! He continued furiously wanking his cock as I stopped sucking and lay flat on my back for him; rubbing my heaving tits as I spread my legs wide apart showing him my freshly shaved puffed-up gash.Paul shuffled forwards until he was standing on both sides of my hips.
Cum on me, cum on me! I pleaded as I rubbed my clit with one hand and tweaked my nipples with the other, Splash your spunk all over me! Spill it into my mouthlet me taste your spunk! I was getting really turned on again! My fingers were a blur as they rubbed my clitty in time to Pauls furious wanking.
Yes, yes yes! I squealed as I felt another orgasm build up in my cunt, cum on my face, cum on Chloes big titties!
Uhuhuhyou dirty bitch! Paul groaned as a long white jet of spunk flashed out of his cock and landed on my face and neck, Oh Chloe.Chloe! Another load landed on my tits but he kept rubbing.Yeeesssss.let me suck your cock.let me, let me suck your big fucking cock! I cried out at the same time as I raised my head to catch the last drops of his cum when my second orgasm ripped through my lower body.
Mmmm.that tastes fucking lovely! I whispered as I sucked the last few drops of salty man-juice out of his softening member.
Paul flopped back onto the sofa as I wriggled around on the floor playing with myself for a third and very satisfactory final time.
Have you seen the time? Paul chuckled as he waved his watch at me, 2.20! Weve been fucking for over an hour!
He was still grinning from ear to ear as he kissed me goodnight and wandered off to his own bedroom.
Chloe
A Wonderful Life
Though it was already late in the day, I still had work to do before I could head home. One of my duties as Director of Corporate Training was to oversee our biannual management trainee retreats. These two month long retreats had become an important part of the company\'s internal employee development program. Our rapid growth over the last two decades had created a tremendous need for good managers. My program had a record of producing top quality candidates to fill that need. The next retreat started in the morning but due to other pressing duties I had been unable even to review the participants. I made it a practice to know the people I would be working with before I met them. Fortunately due to a slowing of growth the current batch of trainees was small; three men and three women. The groups were usually fairly well balanced as the company had a strict EEO policy in place.
There was a downside to the group being less than half the average size. One of the undocumented fringe benefits of my position was the opportunities presented by trainees who were eager to go above and beyond in there effort to succeed. Extra tutoring sessions frequently led to sessions of a more intimate nature. I had never used force or coercion to gain this particular benefit. It seemed to just happen. Truth is the first time it happened I felt more like I was being sexually harassed than the other way round. Over the eleven years I had run the program there had been many trysts with future top performers in our management team. The nice thing being that once the retreat ended the relationship ended cleanly. The trainees went to their assigned locations which were generally hundreds if not thousands of miles from headquarters. An occasional email thanking me for all my help and the good times was the most that had ever come from these private sessions.
As a life long bachelor who doesn\'t tend to form long term relationships these short liaisons became something I looked forward to each time a new retreat started. It wasn\'t due to my lack of sexual relationships that I looked forward to these times. The truth is that I have lived what most would consider a rather promiscuous sex life. I tend to form more casual relationships in that area. Having multiple friends with benefits suits me best. It is the intensity of these brief encounters with near strangers that are so anxious to please that made my trainee hook ups so appealing.
As to why I have never formed a permanent relationship the answer is very simple. I fall almost perfectly in the middle of Kinsey\'s sexual orientation scale. I am completely bisexual. I enjoy sex with both genders equally. This was something I discovered early in life. Though I had experimented some the first real sex I had was my freshman year of college. It was a threesome. My roommate and I shared what we called back then an easy girl. The evening inevitably included some crossing of swords which served to enhance the experience for me. After a couple more threesomes my roommate and I figured out that we didn\'t always need a girl in the picture. It soon became clear to me that I could never commit to just one person, because that would mean giving up half of my desires.
I read the list of names of the current batch of trainees: Roger Armstrong, Sarah Bennett, Philip Castlemen, Liam Fitzpatrick, Ronda Germaine, Kim Turner. There truly isn\'t much that can be discerned from a name alone. At least in this case there were no gender ambiguous names. Fortunately, I was provided with a folder on each trainee that contained a great deal of information. The first one I opened was labeled Sarah Bennett. I was already acquainted with Sarah. She was a headquarters employee who had been with the company seven years. Her current position was assistant office manager for customer relations. She was being considered for a move to the CEO\'s office. The new position would move her from supervisory to management status. The company felt the trainee program would be a good thing for her. I figured she was not a candidate for special sessions. On top of her working in the same building I worked in she was by all accounts happily married and devoted to her family. In addition, since she was local she would not be staying in a hotel like the other participants. Although, as I stared at the head shot photo attached to the folder I had to admit that she was someone I would like to fuck. I already knew she had a killer body and very pretty face. Looking at the picture reminded me of her oh so kissable lips that I just knew gave great blow jobs.
The next folder was that of Roger Armstrong. He was 26 and had just finished four years in the Marines. His head shot showed his blond hair was still cut to Marine regulations. His blue eyes sparkled at me from the folder. His description indicated that along with his handsome face came a buff body. I was sure I would enjoy getting naked with him. I was equally sure that despite his single status he wouldn\'t be into same sex play.
I tossed aside Roger\'s folder and picked up one marked Liam Fitzpatrick. His green eyes peeking out from a face partially covered by a mop of untidy brown hair immediately caught my attention. He was a cute young man that clearly did not bow to convention. Almost every head shot I saw on such folders looked like the person had just come from a stylist. Liam\'s picture looked more like he had just crawled out of bed. It was a good look on him. His stats, 5\'9\ 155 pounds told me he very likely had a compact sexy body. Though I generally gravitated toward taller men, the contrast of my 6\'1\, 195 pound frame with a smaller body seemed an interestingly erotic sight. Liam was 25 and single which made him a possibility for extracurricular activities. But his academic record showed him to be a hard worker and high achiever. Those types seldom needed extra tutoring or favors they imagined fucking me would bring.
Ronda Germaine at 35 was the oldest of the batch. She had been recruited from our competition. She was already an accomplished manager but had requested to attend the first available retreat after her hire. She had been with our company for seven months and her record was exemplary. She clearly didn\'t need my help and even if she did there was an item on her rsum that indicate she wouldn\'t be using her body to curry favor with me. Under affiliations she listed her membership in two non-professional organizations: The National Center for Lesbian Rights and The National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. I have nothing against lesbians and have even slept with a couple who like to occasionally feel a live warm cock inside their pussy. But I couldn\'t imagine that a person so out that they put such affiliations on their resume would have anything to do with straight sex. The fact that she listed a life partner on her benefits sheet pretty much cemented that opinion.
The third man, Philip Castlemen, was 30 and married with two children. He was a computer programmer who aspired to move into management. His goal was to one day be in technology management. However, our company did not believe in having managers anywhere that did not know our core businesses. If Philip wanted to break into IT management he would have to first successfully manage outside of the technology area. His head shot showed him to be a pleasant enough looking guy; just an average Joe. In fact almost everything in his folder indicated he was pretty much an average guy. Though I knew average guys who were married and by all appearances were totally straight sometimes sucked cock on the side, there was nothing to suggest Philip\'s possibilities in the folder. Of course even if he had never had his lips on a dick before, he had put forth a lot of effort to get into training program so he might well be willing to go the extra mile.
The final folder was marked Kim Turner. She was 27 and single. However, the freckled face that looked out from a head full of red curls looked much younger. The little bit of cleavage I could see in the picture indicated she had the ample breasts of a mature woman. Add to the picture her 5\'2\ hundred and fifteen pound frame and I could see she was likely a little bit of dynamite. Nothing I enjoy more than a little redheaded spitfire bouncing up and down on my rigid pole. However as I was approaching my forty-fifth birthday I had become increasingly aware of how it looked for an older man to be screwing young women especially ones who looked as young as Kim. Besides a cutie like her likely had a stable of hot young studs standing in line to fuck her. Still as I contemplated those big tits and red curls bouncing around as she rode my cock I couldn\'t help but reach down to my crotch and rub my growing bulge through my slacks.
My review of the new crop of trainees complete I had decided the chance of extra curricular activities was slim at best. I was also horny as shit from my fantasy musings about fucking each of them. I decided to call an old friend of mine, Tom Hastings. I had known Tom for twenty years. I had known his wife for fifteen of those years. Before he got married Tom and I were friends and occasional fuck buddies. The sex continued right up to his wedding day. Even though he had been open with Cheryl about his past gay encounters and she was accepting of his being bisexual, he had decided to go the straight and faithful route. A few months after their honeymoon Cheryl admitted the idea of Tom sucking cock turned her on. Their experimentation started by him talking about sucking cock while she sucked him. It moved to him sucking a dildo while she watched. Neither had the nerve to suggest what they both increasingly wanted; bringing another man into their bed.
Though all this time Tom and I had remained friends and I became more acquainted with Cheryl. For whatever reason Tom had never told her that I was one of the guys he had had sex with in the past. About a year and a half after the wedding Tom was at my apartment. He told me all about their sex play. He added that all the fantasy had made him crave a real cock. We took care of the craving in my bedroom. He sucked me for hours coaxing three loads from cock. I had never seen a guy happier to eat cum. A few weeks later I got a call from Tom. He wanted to meet me because he had a favor to ask. I figured he just wanted to suck my dick dry again and invited him to my place.
As it turned out Cheryl and he had made the decision to bring another man into their bedroom. Their idea was for her to watch as Tom sucked and got sucked and maybe fucked. The other guy wouldn\'t get involved with Cheryl except to watch her masturbate or get eaten by Tom. He had already told Cheryl that I was bi and a former sex partner of his. I thought the whole idea sounded fun. I liked being watched, Joe was a great cocksucker and had a nice cock that I enjoyed sucking. In addition, though we had only down anal twice he was a pretty good fuck for a guy. I have never been a big fan of anal intercourse at least not when there is pussy to be had. But if Cheryl wanted to see her man take a cock in the ass I was happy to accommodate. There was one other incentive. Cheryl has huge tits and I had wanted to see them bared since I had met her.
Cheryl is about 5\'5\ and easily fifty pounds heavier than what the charts recommend. While she is not what anyone would call a BBW she definitely has more than the required padding. Even though she had small love handles most of her extra weight found its way to her tits, hips and ass. She was a curvy, chubby bundle of sexual energy I soon learned. The first time I arrived at their house for a date I was greeted by Tom who was wearing only a robe. After showing me in and fixing me a drink he called Cheryl to join us. She was wearing an extremely sheer sexy nightie that was not made for sleeping. It was made of a translucent plum colored material that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her large tits filled the top perfectly and the material showed off her nipples and big, dark, round areolas. It was clear that she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. I could see the dark circle above her cunt that constituted all the hair she had below the waist. Suddenly I wished our evening was going to include more than just seeing her body.
She smiled clearly enjoying the way I was ogling her. She told me how anxious she was for the festivities to start. I simply said there was no need to wait and stood up. I could see the surprise in her eyes as I stripped naked while she watched. I saw something else in her eyes when she saw my half-hard cock for the first time. I had forgotten that I was at least two inches longer and a lot thicker than Tom. From her expression I assumed that my cock was bigger than any she had had in the past. Her breathless comment confirmed my assumption.
\Oh wow, damn Tom you didn\'t tell me what a great cock your friend had!\
I decided that there was a chance for more than looking.
\Yeah, it is a nice piece of meat,\ Tom agreed as he walked over and got on his knees in front of me.
He shrugged his shoulders and his robe puddle on the floor behind him revealing his nakedness and his erection. Cheryl smiled and took a seat in a large comfortable chair beside us where she could have a ring side seat. Tom winked at his wife as he took hold of my cock. I felt the familiar swirl of his tongue over my helmet as his fingers deftly fondled my heavy ball sack. He kissed and licked up and down my shaft eliciting appreciative coos from his wife. The moans I heard as he took my cock into his mouth caused my attention to move from my cock sucking friend to his masturbating wife. Her nightie was pulled up fully exposing her bare pussy to my eyes. With the fingers of one hand she had spread open her full, pink, fleshy pussy lips. One finger of the other hand was hidden, buried deep inside her dripping cunt. It was obvious she was teasing her g-spot while using her thumb to play with her clit. Her gaze was fixed as if she was mesmerized by the sight of her husband swallowing my rock hard cock. I smiled and winked at her as I took Tom\'s head in my heads and began to control the action. She smiled back as I slowly rocked on my heels fucking Tom\'s willing mouth.
\I want you,\ I mouthed silently in her direction as my cock went deeper into Tom\'s mouth.
Soon my cock was in his throat and his nose in my pubic hair. Tom had more cock sucking practice than his wife knew. He had been deep throating cock for a long time. A few minutes later he had to stop to catch his breath. I casually moved the two feet that separated us from Cheryl.
\Need any help with that hot pussy?\ I asked breathlessly.
She just nodded. As Tom watched I went to my knees between her widely spread legs. She continued to hold her pussy lips open as I went to work with my tongue. I bathed her large throbbing clit and sucked her puffy labia. I slipped one of my fingers inside her and let her use her finger to guide me to her special spot. Together our fingers worked the quivering walls of her pussy while my tongue danced around her clit and over her sweet juicy outer lips. When she came it felt as if a flood gate had opened. She squirted a torrent of juices on my face as she screamed her delight at the power of the orgasm coursing through her body. When I pulled my head from her crotch I looked back to see that Tom had been jacking his cock while watching me eat his wife\'s cunt. I wanted more of her and his expression gave me permission to go for it. I moved up her body and pulled down the top of her nightie exposing her huge milky orbs and magnificent nipples. I went to work sucking and licking her tits to the sound of her delightful squeals. She still had her fingers inside her pussy as I did my best to suck in the ample flesh of her delicious tits. Then she gave me permission to take what it was clear we both wanted.
\Oh god, fuck me, please now!\ She panted.
It was clear she was not asking for Tom. It was my dick she wanted and my dick she was going to get. I grabbed her hips and nudged her to roll over. She willingly slid into position bent over the chair with her big ass pointed at the sky and her cunt wide open. I dug my fingers into her flesh as I rammed my aching cock home. Her hot wet cunt easily took every bit of my cock. I humped her deeply keeping my balls press to her body. I turned to my old friend and beckoned him to come to us. He released his cock and scrambled to the side of the chair not really knowing what I had in mind. As I continued to fuck his wife I grabbed his ass and moved him so that his cock was pointed at my face.
\I am going to suck Tom\'s hot cock while I pound your sweet pussy!\ I growled in her ear as I reared back and drove my cock home again.
She turned her head to see me swallow the top half of her husband\'s twitching cock. I sucked him as best as I could while fucking Cheryl. Her ragged breathing and thrashing body told me she was nearing another peak. I knew Tom wasn\'t far behind. I felt her juices pour out down my cock and over my balls as she screamed her passions again. Then Tom\'s cock jerked and filled my mouth with his salty goo. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and found Cheryl\'s lips as I came in her pussy I pushed Tom\'s cum into her mouth with my tongue. In another minute I fell back and she rolled over panting and sighing. Tom dove between her legs and began to lap up the oozing mixture of our combined male and female juices. I watched as her body was racked with a series of seemingly endless orgasmic peaks. When she could stand no more and pushed him away, Tom practically pounced on me. He devoured my semi-erect dick sucking his wife\'s cunt juice from it and causing it to fully reinflate. This time he didn\'t stop sucking until I shot a load in his mouth and down his throat. The date ended with Tom fucking Cheryl on the floor while I watched.
It wasn\'t until the second date that Cheryl got her fantasy of watching Tom take a cock in the ass fulfilled. Since then we have had many dates and fulfilled many fantasies. Cheryl\'s passion and desire during those sessions always amazed me. Many times after both Tom and my cocks were spent she would want more oral or even pull out a dildo for us to continue fucking her. It seemed like she was lost in some frenzy of sexual need at times. Over the years they tried other guys and one couple. None seemed to provide the fulfillment our threesomes did. My thing with Tom and Cheryl is the closest thing I have to a long term relationship. The sex is great and I care for them more than anyone else I have ever known. Cheryl has even expressed a kind of romantic love for me and indicated that they consider me another husband in their relationship. Their decision not to have children keeps things from becoming complicated.
When I talked to Tom the night of the review we decided on a date for the following Saturday night. When I hung up the phone I opened my pants and took out my cock. I opened a porn magazine I had in my desk and began stroking my growing meat. It was only Tuesday, my desires wouldn\'t wait until Saturday. I spilled my seed into a clump of Kleenex while reading a photo captioned story about a bisexual orgy.
The next morning I met the current crop of trainees in person. They were pretty much what I had expected from reading their dossiers. Except for one thing; none of their pictures had done them justice. They were all really good looking and to top it off had great bodies. It was the sexiest group of six people I could imagine assembling outside of the playboy mansion. After telling them a bit about myself and the program I started the first class exercise. It is a team building thing where the participants each have to speak for fifteen minutes about themselves. The idea is to begin to establish a connection between the participants. The nice thing about a small group was the reduced time it took to get through such exercises. When we had eighteen people, it took the whole day when combined with my talk. That day it only took a few hours to get through the required material which allowed me to offer some social time to continue the getting to know each other theme. All six of them were unusually forth coming with their personal talks.
There was a downside to the group being less than half the average size. One of the undocumented fringe benefits of my position was the opportunities presented by trainees who were eager to go above and beyond in there effort to succeed. Extra tutoring sessions frequently led to sessions of a more intimate nature. I had never used force or coercion to gain this particular benefit. It seemed to just happen. Truth is the first time it happened I felt more like I was being sexually harassed than the other way round. Over the eleven years I had run the program there had been many trysts with future top performers in our management team. The nice thing being that once the retreat ended the relationship ended cleanly. The trainees went to their assigned locations which were generally hundreds if not thousands of miles from headquarters. An occasional email thanking me for all my help and the good times was the most that had ever come from these private sessions.
As a life long bachelor who doesn\'t tend to form long term relationships these short liaisons became something I looked forward to each time a new retreat started. It wasn\'t due to my lack of sexual relationships that I looked forward to these times. The truth is that I have lived what most would consider a rather promiscuous sex life. I tend to form more casual relationships in that area. Having multiple friends with benefits suits me best. It is the intensity of these brief encounters with near strangers that are so anxious to please that made my trainee hook ups so appealing.
As to why I have never formed a permanent relationship the answer is very simple. I fall almost perfectly in the middle of Kinsey\'s sexual orientation scale. I am completely bisexual. I enjoy sex with both genders equally. This was something I discovered early in life. Though I had experimented some the first real sex I had was my freshman year of college. It was a threesome. My roommate and I shared what we called back then an easy girl. The evening inevitably included some crossing of swords which served to enhance the experience for me. After a couple more threesomes my roommate and I figured out that we didn\'t always need a girl in the picture. It soon became clear to me that I could never commit to just one person, because that would mean giving up half of my desires.
I read the list of names of the current batch of trainees: Roger Armstrong, Sarah Bennett, Philip Castlemen, Liam Fitzpatrick, Ronda Germaine, Kim Turner. There truly isn\'t much that can be discerned from a name alone. At least in this case there were no gender ambiguous names. Fortunately, I was provided with a folder on each trainee that contained a great deal of information. The first one I opened was labeled Sarah Bennett. I was already acquainted with Sarah. She was a headquarters employee who had been with the company seven years. Her current position was assistant office manager for customer relations. She was being considered for a move to the CEO\'s office. The new position would move her from supervisory to management status. The company felt the trainee program would be a good thing for her. I figured she was not a candidate for special sessions. On top of her working in the same building I worked in she was by all accounts happily married and devoted to her family. In addition, since she was local she would not be staying in a hotel like the other participants. Although, as I stared at the head shot photo attached to the folder I had to admit that she was someone I would like to fuck. I already knew she had a killer body and very pretty face. Looking at the picture reminded me of her oh so kissable lips that I just knew gave great blow jobs.
The next folder was that of Roger Armstrong. He was 26 and had just finished four years in the Marines. His head shot showed his blond hair was still cut to Marine regulations. His blue eyes sparkled at me from the folder. His description indicated that along with his handsome face came a buff body. I was sure I would enjoy getting naked with him. I was equally sure that despite his single status he wouldn\'t be into same sex play.
I tossed aside Roger\'s folder and picked up one marked Liam Fitzpatrick. His green eyes peeking out from a face partially covered by a mop of untidy brown hair immediately caught my attention. He was a cute young man that clearly did not bow to convention. Almost every head shot I saw on such folders looked like the person had just come from a stylist. Liam\'s picture looked more like he had just crawled out of bed. It was a good look on him. His stats, 5\'9\ 155 pounds told me he very likely had a compact sexy body. Though I generally gravitated toward taller men, the contrast of my 6\'1\, 195 pound frame with a smaller body seemed an interestingly erotic sight. Liam was 25 and single which made him a possibility for extracurricular activities. But his academic record showed him to be a hard worker and high achiever. Those types seldom needed extra tutoring or favors they imagined fucking me would bring.
Ronda Germaine at 35 was the oldest of the batch. She had been recruited from our competition. She was already an accomplished manager but had requested to attend the first available retreat after her hire. She had been with our company for seven months and her record was exemplary. She clearly didn\'t need my help and even if she did there was an item on her rsum that indicate she wouldn\'t be using her body to curry favor with me. Under affiliations she listed her membership in two non-professional organizations: The National Center for Lesbian Rights and The National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. I have nothing against lesbians and have even slept with a couple who like to occasionally feel a live warm cock inside their pussy. But I couldn\'t imagine that a person so out that they put such affiliations on their resume would have anything to do with straight sex. The fact that she listed a life partner on her benefits sheet pretty much cemented that opinion.
The third man, Philip Castlemen, was 30 and married with two children. He was a computer programmer who aspired to move into management. His goal was to one day be in technology management. However, our company did not believe in having managers anywhere that did not know our core businesses. If Philip wanted to break into IT management he would have to first successfully manage outside of the technology area. His head shot showed him to be a pleasant enough looking guy; just an average Joe. In fact almost everything in his folder indicated he was pretty much an average guy. Though I knew average guys who were married and by all appearances were totally straight sometimes sucked cock on the side, there was nothing to suggest Philip\'s possibilities in the folder. Of course even if he had never had his lips on a dick before, he had put forth a lot of effort to get into training program so he might well be willing to go the extra mile.
The final folder was marked Kim Turner. She was 27 and single. However, the freckled face that looked out from a head full of red curls looked much younger. The little bit of cleavage I could see in the picture indicated she had the ample breasts of a mature woman. Add to the picture her 5\'2\ hundred and fifteen pound frame and I could see she was likely a little bit of dynamite. Nothing I enjoy more than a little redheaded spitfire bouncing up and down on my rigid pole. However as I was approaching my forty-fifth birthday I had become increasingly aware of how it looked for an older man to be screwing young women especially ones who looked as young as Kim. Besides a cutie like her likely had a stable of hot young studs standing in line to fuck her. Still as I contemplated those big tits and red curls bouncing around as she rode my cock I couldn\'t help but reach down to my crotch and rub my growing bulge through my slacks.
My review of the new crop of trainees complete I had decided the chance of extra curricular activities was slim at best. I was also horny as shit from my fantasy musings about fucking each of them. I decided to call an old friend of mine, Tom Hastings. I had known Tom for twenty years. I had known his wife for fifteen of those years. Before he got married Tom and I were friends and occasional fuck buddies. The sex continued right up to his wedding day. Even though he had been open with Cheryl about his past gay encounters and she was accepting of his being bisexual, he had decided to go the straight and faithful route. A few months after their honeymoon Cheryl admitted the idea of Tom sucking cock turned her on. Their experimentation started by him talking about sucking cock while she sucked him. It moved to him sucking a dildo while she watched. Neither had the nerve to suggest what they both increasingly wanted; bringing another man into their bed.
Though all this time Tom and I had remained friends and I became more acquainted with Cheryl. For whatever reason Tom had never told her that I was one of the guys he had had sex with in the past. About a year and a half after the wedding Tom was at my apartment. He told me all about their sex play. He added that all the fantasy had made him crave a real cock. We took care of the craving in my bedroom. He sucked me for hours coaxing three loads from cock. I had never seen a guy happier to eat cum. A few weeks later I got a call from Tom. He wanted to meet me because he had a favor to ask. I figured he just wanted to suck my dick dry again and invited him to my place.
As it turned out Cheryl and he had made the decision to bring another man into their bedroom. Their idea was for her to watch as Tom sucked and got sucked and maybe fucked. The other guy wouldn\'t get involved with Cheryl except to watch her masturbate or get eaten by Tom. He had already told Cheryl that I was bi and a former sex partner of his. I thought the whole idea sounded fun. I liked being watched, Joe was a great cocksucker and had a nice cock that I enjoyed sucking. In addition, though we had only down anal twice he was a pretty good fuck for a guy. I have never been a big fan of anal intercourse at least not when there is pussy to be had. But if Cheryl wanted to see her man take a cock in the ass I was happy to accommodate. There was one other incentive. Cheryl has huge tits and I had wanted to see them bared since I had met her.
Cheryl is about 5\'5\ and easily fifty pounds heavier than what the charts recommend. While she is not what anyone would call a BBW she definitely has more than the required padding. Even though she had small love handles most of her extra weight found its way to her tits, hips and ass. She was a curvy, chubby bundle of sexual energy I soon learned. The first time I arrived at their house for a date I was greeted by Tom who was wearing only a robe. After showing me in and fixing me a drink he called Cheryl to join us. She was wearing an extremely sheer sexy nightie that was not made for sleeping. It was made of a translucent plum colored material that left almost nothing to the imagination. Her large tits filled the top perfectly and the material showed off her nipples and big, dark, round areolas. It was clear that she kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. I could see the dark circle above her cunt that constituted all the hair she had below the waist. Suddenly I wished our evening was going to include more than just seeing her body.
She smiled clearly enjoying the way I was ogling her. She told me how anxious she was for the festivities to start. I simply said there was no need to wait and stood up. I could see the surprise in her eyes as I stripped naked while she watched. I saw something else in her eyes when she saw my half-hard cock for the first time. I had forgotten that I was at least two inches longer and a lot thicker than Tom. From her expression I assumed that my cock was bigger than any she had had in the past. Her breathless comment confirmed my assumption.
\Oh wow, damn Tom you didn\'t tell me what a great cock your friend had!\
I decided that there was a chance for more than looking.
\Yeah, it is a nice piece of meat,\ Tom agreed as he walked over and got on his knees in front of me.
He shrugged his shoulders and his robe puddle on the floor behind him revealing his nakedness and his erection. Cheryl smiled and took a seat in a large comfortable chair beside us where she could have a ring side seat. Tom winked at his wife as he took hold of my cock. I felt the familiar swirl of his tongue over my helmet as his fingers deftly fondled my heavy ball sack. He kissed and licked up and down my shaft eliciting appreciative coos from his wife. The moans I heard as he took my cock into his mouth caused my attention to move from my cock sucking friend to his masturbating wife. Her nightie was pulled up fully exposing her bare pussy to my eyes. With the fingers of one hand she had spread open her full, pink, fleshy pussy lips. One finger of the other hand was hidden, buried deep inside her dripping cunt. It was obvious she was teasing her g-spot while using her thumb to play with her clit. Her gaze was fixed as if she was mesmerized by the sight of her husband swallowing my rock hard cock. I smiled and winked at her as I took Tom\'s head in my heads and began to control the action. She smiled back as I slowly rocked on my heels fucking Tom\'s willing mouth.
\I want you,\ I mouthed silently in her direction as my cock went deeper into Tom\'s mouth.
Soon my cock was in his throat and his nose in my pubic hair. Tom had more cock sucking practice than his wife knew. He had been deep throating cock for a long time. A few minutes later he had to stop to catch his breath. I casually moved the two feet that separated us from Cheryl.
\Need any help with that hot pussy?\ I asked breathlessly.
She just nodded. As Tom watched I went to my knees between her widely spread legs. She continued to hold her pussy lips open as I went to work with my tongue. I bathed her large throbbing clit and sucked her puffy labia. I slipped one of my fingers inside her and let her use her finger to guide me to her special spot. Together our fingers worked the quivering walls of her pussy while my tongue danced around her clit and over her sweet juicy outer lips. When she came it felt as if a flood gate had opened. She squirted a torrent of juices on my face as she screamed her delight at the power of the orgasm coursing through her body. When I pulled my head from her crotch I looked back to see that Tom had been jacking his cock while watching me eat his wife\'s cunt. I wanted more of her and his expression gave me permission to go for it. I moved up her body and pulled down the top of her nightie exposing her huge milky orbs and magnificent nipples. I went to work sucking and licking her tits to the sound of her delightful squeals. She still had her fingers inside her pussy as I did my best to suck in the ample flesh of her delicious tits. Then she gave me permission to take what it was clear we both wanted.
\Oh god, fuck me, please now!\ She panted.
It was clear she was not asking for Tom. It was my dick she wanted and my dick she was going to get. I grabbed her hips and nudged her to roll over. She willingly slid into position bent over the chair with her big ass pointed at the sky and her cunt wide open. I dug my fingers into her flesh as I rammed my aching cock home. Her hot wet cunt easily took every bit of my cock. I humped her deeply keeping my balls press to her body. I turned to my old friend and beckoned him to come to us. He released his cock and scrambled to the side of the chair not really knowing what I had in mind. As I continued to fuck his wife I grabbed his ass and moved him so that his cock was pointed at my face.
\I am going to suck Tom\'s hot cock while I pound your sweet pussy!\ I growled in her ear as I reared back and drove my cock home again.
She turned her head to see me swallow the top half of her husband\'s twitching cock. I sucked him as best as I could while fucking Cheryl. Her ragged breathing and thrashing body told me she was nearing another peak. I knew Tom wasn\'t far behind. I felt her juices pour out down my cock and over my balls as she screamed her passions again. Then Tom\'s cock jerked and filled my mouth with his salty goo. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and found Cheryl\'s lips as I came in her pussy I pushed Tom\'s cum into her mouth with my tongue. In another minute I fell back and she rolled over panting and sighing. Tom dove between her legs and began to lap up the oozing mixture of our combined male and female juices. I watched as her body was racked with a series of seemingly endless orgasmic peaks. When she could stand no more and pushed him away, Tom practically pounced on me. He devoured my semi-erect dick sucking his wife\'s cunt juice from it and causing it to fully reinflate. This time he didn\'t stop sucking until I shot a load in his mouth and down his throat. The date ended with Tom fucking Cheryl on the floor while I watched.
It wasn\'t until the second date that Cheryl got her fantasy of watching Tom take a cock in the ass fulfilled. Since then we have had many dates and fulfilled many fantasies. Cheryl\'s passion and desire during those sessions always amazed me. Many times after both Tom and my cocks were spent she would want more oral or even pull out a dildo for us to continue fucking her. It seemed like she was lost in some frenzy of sexual need at times. Over the years they tried other guys and one couple. None seemed to provide the fulfillment our threesomes did. My thing with Tom and Cheryl is the closest thing I have to a long term relationship. The sex is great and I care for them more than anyone else I have ever known. Cheryl has even expressed a kind of romantic love for me and indicated that they consider me another husband in their relationship. Their decision not to have children keeps things from becoming complicated.
When I talked to Tom the night of the review we decided on a date for the following Saturday night. When I hung up the phone I opened my pants and took out my cock. I opened a porn magazine I had in my desk and began stroking my growing meat. It was only Tuesday, my desires wouldn\'t wait until Saturday. I spilled my seed into a clump of Kleenex while reading a photo captioned story about a bisexual orgy.
The next morning I met the current crop of trainees in person. They were pretty much what I had expected from reading their dossiers. Except for one thing; none of their pictures had done them justice. They were all really good looking and to top it off had great bodies. It was the sexiest group of six people I could imagine assembling outside of the playboy mansion. After telling them a bit about myself and the program I started the first class exercise. It is a team building thing where the participants each have to speak for fifteen minutes about themselves. The idea is to begin to establish a connection between the participants. The nice thing about a small group was the reduced time it took to get through such exercises. When we had eighteen people, it took the whole day when combined with my talk. That day it only took a few hours to get through the required material which allowed me to offer some social time to continue the getting to know each other theme. All six of them were unusually forth coming with their personal talks.
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