My name is Anthony Taylor, Anthony to my friends, never Tony. On my visiting card I call myself Anton Schneider. A straightforward translation, harmless enough. However, the letters appended to my name, Dip. VIST, are, I admit, a fiction. I believe there is no academic qualification for sex therapists and therefore no Vienna Institute of Sex Therapists to award Diplomas. Hence the need to invent one. My first intention was to place the Institute in Paris, but when I realised the initials would have been risible to vulgar minds I chose Vienna, a city in any case much more appropriately associated with Sigmund Freud than Johann Strauss, purveyor of meretricious waltzes and polkas.
Having decided several years ago to set myself up in this profession, I faced the problem of getting established. Experimentally I inserted a carefully worded advertisement in the upmarket broadsheets, and a more explicit announcement in one or two specialist magazines. To my surprise, the former generated the greater interest. It seems that subscribers to the Times are more inclined to seek advice than readers of Swingers Weekly.
Credit for such success as I have enjoyed must be shared with my partner. Shortly before embarking upon this enterprise I had the good fortune to meet Gudrun, a German lady with large breasts, wide sexual tastes and a good deal of experience acquired with two husbands, both already disposed of through the divorce courts. Gudrun, at that time in her late thirties like myself, was seeking an enterprise in which to invest the fortune her lawyers had extracted in the two marriage settlements. It was while we were resting in bed after a particularly ingenious demonstration of her agility and muscle control that I proposed a joint venture in the field of sex therapy. She saw at once the attraction in being able to charge large fees while engaging in pleasant dalliance with our clients, and so before long we had set ourselves up in consulting rooms in a quiet avenue with a discreet parking area out of sight of passers by. That was almost a decade ago and we have never regretted our decision.
It must be said that the absence of any professional body overseeing the profession has given me freedom to set my own code of conduct. Thus I determined to be a hands-on practitioner. Physiotherapists, I reasoned, are by their nature hands-on, and since sex is also a tactile activity it was not unreasonable to follow their example. I am aware that this would be thought unethical in stuffier circles but I draw comfort from a high proportion of satisfied clients.
Looking back now on our early days, Gudrun and I often recall one of the first couples who came to us. Let us call them John and Jane. I sensed early in the consultation a degree of antagonism between them, as though each was hoping I would say that one was right and the other wrong, an outcome one should always seek to avoid. The contentious area was oral sex: John wanted them to try both fellatio and cunnilingus, Jane vehemently declined either.
After some discussion, I suggested a small experiment to which they agreed - fortunately without asking what I intended. I motioned to Gudrun who was always in attendance as an informal nurse/chaperone. She saw immediately what was required. Swiftly moving to John's side, she opened his zip, extracted his penis, stroked it two or three times and then bent her mouth to the head. I was watching Jane, half expecting her to get up and leave or, at least, to make some form of protest, but she seemed transfixed by what she saw.
Gudrun, it goes without saying, is a mistress of fellatio. When we enjoy this practice together she is able to sustain my erection just short of the point of ejaculation for a remarkable length of time. John, in his inexperience, was not so lucky. Barely had Gudrun taken his distended member into her mouth than he spasmed and delivered his semen into her throat (I should point out that this was before we became ultra cautious about the threat of AIDS; today, Gudrun only performs in this way if the client wears a condom).
At the time, I felt the way Gudrun licked her lips upon completion of the act was unnecessary but on reflection I could see that her intention was to convey a message to Jane, who remained in a state of what appeared to be bewildered shock. Gudrun, however, saw the need to capitalise on what had been achieved. Taking Jane gently by the arm, she led her to the couch and persuaded her to lie down. Murmuring softly in the woman's ear, she swiftly peeled back Jane's skirt to reveal white, practical underwear. While reassuringly stroking Jane's face, she nodded to me.
I moved to the couch and knelt to remove the knickers, noting that Jane at least made a very slight movement, lifting her bottom to assist me. However, when I attempted to part her legs she remained rigid, neither actively resisting nor co-operating. For a while I caressed the outside of her thighs, wondering how to progress. Looking to Gudrun for guidance, I saw that she had a hand inside the neckline of Jane's dress and appeared to be manipulating a breast while speaking quiet words of reassurance. Encouraged, I intensified my caresses, with each stroke moving my fingers a little higher and inward towards the groin.
Suddenly, Jane sighed and relaxed. The crisis had passed. I touched her knee and she parted her legs, instinctively raising her knees but, Gudrun reported later, clenching her eyes tight shut. The labia before my face were surmounted by a fringe of fine light brown hair. I parted the slightly puffy lips with my fingers. There was no resistance. I explored with my tongue, discovering that her inner lubrication was already advanced. My first touch to the distended clitoris finally elicited a sound that seemed to indicate approval. I continued, licking slowly and with only moderate pressure.
What we learned then, and have confirmed subsequently with other inexperienced women, is that in introducing them to cunnilingus it is important, once begun, not to vary the technique employed. To do so can lead to a diminution of that drive to orgasm which has to be the novice's real objective. However, there is a crucial moment that can be exploited profitably, as I then did with Jane. Aware of tiny muscle contractions in the inner thighs - a sure indication of the oncoming climax - I paused, lifted my head and asked, "Would you like me to stop now?"
At first there was no reply. Then Jane said, "Yes. Yes, please stop. " And a moment later, "I mean, no. Go on. Do it for me if you like. "
"No, Jane," said Gudrun. She had opened the front of the woman's dress and brought her nipples to dark-hued prominence. "It is not his choice. But I think you need to continue, to go all the way. Isn't that so?"
In a small voice Jane said, "Yes. I want it. "
As I resumed, Gudrun applied her tongue to a hardening nipple. Jane's physical response had inevitably receded to some degree but her mind was now receptive. I confess that I was myself aroused by the task of taking her on a prolonged upward path from initial arousal to unrestrained ecstasy. When the moment eventually came she rode the crest without excessive effort. There were no accompanying sounds but there was a tell-tale thrust of the vaginal mound against my face, a short period of tension followed by a long exhalation of breath and a slow relaxation. I cleansed the lips with my tongue and then rose in time to see Gudrun refastening Jane's dress. John, I noticed, was hurriedly trying to return his erect penis to his trousers.
We suggested that they might like to be left alone in the room to talk or possibly to experiment further with each other but they declined (a disappointment to us - it would have been our first opportunity to observe through the two-way mirror we had installed. a facility which has since provided us with much titillation). When they left, I told them they should take time for reflection and return for a further consultation in two months. They promised to do so but we never heard from them again. We often wonder if they went on to enrich their sexual activities orally or whether Jane wrote off her experience with us as a momentary aberration and reverted to obstinate self-denial. In which case, I doubt whether they are still together. Therapists can only do so much for clients.
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One of the most common problems brought to our consulting rooms is imbalance of sexual desire: one partner in greater need than the other. Complete equity, of course, is rare but most couples are able to reach an amicable compromise. Difficulty arises when there is a substantial difference in libido. Usually, it is the male who is dissatisfied with the female's limited interest or, in that situation, the female who is irritated by what she considers to be excessive demands for her body. However, one of our more interesting cases concerned a woman who complained that sex with her husband was too infrequent for her needs and, moreover, was unsatisfactory when it did occur.
We will call this couple Mary and Nigel. Mary was twenty-six and, it can be said without being impolite, quite plain: about five feet eight, size twelve, brown hair to her shoulders, brown eyes, small, high breasts. She dressed unpretentiously, always coming to us in a plain blouse with a skirt two or three inches below the knee and, as we discovered in time, hold-up stockings. Nigel, a schoolmaster, was forty-two, tall, with dark short hair, a long, lean face, neither beard nor moustache. He wore a dark suit at first, later casuals that were no longer quite fashionable. Yet, such is sexual chemistry, such is woman's intuition, Gudrun said that even at the couple's first consultation she had no difficulty in visualising him as a sexual partner. It made the nature of Nigel and Mary's incompatibility the more puzzling.
They had been married for eight years, but before marriage they had not lived together, nor had sex with each other, unusual enough in this age. Both had had limited premarital experience with other partners. Although this much emerged during our early discussions, it was soon apparent that both were embarrassed when answering intimate questions. This is not uncommon and the solution is to conduct separate interviews. In the case of Mary and Nigel, as with others, this invariably produced useful information. The downside is suspicion, or at least apprehension, on both sides about what the other has said. It also entails more consultations. We like to replay the interview tapes before considering how to progress, and then it is usually necessary to speak to each individually again before bringing them together to try to steer them towards a resolution.
In this case it seemed that Mary had taken the initiative in coming to us, so it was logical to hear her side of the story first. The following are extracts from my case notes.
Ref. 0372/6/03 Int 2, Transcript 19/06/03 Extracts Subject: Mary X
Q. You've told us it was your idea to seek advice.
A. Yes.
Q. You had discussed the problem together, tried to find a solution yourselves?
A. Well, up to a point . . .
Q. Which was?
A. I'm afraid Nigel doesn't find it easy to talk about sex. We didn't get very far.
Q. And the difficulty was - what exactly?
A. (after a long pause) I suppose basically it was me wanting sex when Nigel didn't.
Q. How often would that occur?
A. Most of the time. I mean, when we were first married it was more or less all right. But it just sort of tapered off. At first, I thought it was the kind of thing all couples probably go through. Only after a while I realised how much I was missing it.
Q. Missing the comfort of the physical relationship?
A. More than that. I just wanted to be - you know. The physical act.
Q. Can you say how often?
A. (a pause) I think I could do it every day. (a pause) Is that awful?
Q. Not awful. Unusual, certainly. Some women might envy you. But when you had this - urge, how did you communicate it to Nigel?
A. Different ways, I suppose - trying to be very loving towards him, perhaps suggesting it would be nice to try . . .
Q. When would you do this?
A. At night, in bed.
Q. Never during the day?
A. No.
Q. Sometimes Nigel would agree?
A. Oh, yes. Sometimes.
Q. And then?
A. Well, it was good, very good even. But always too quick. Nigel would finish but I could still go on.
Q. Did you have orgasms?
A. Sometimes, but mostly I would go to the bathroom and, you know, finish myself off.
Q. But if Nigel responded only occasionally, what did you do the rest of the time?
A. (with pauses) I masturbate a lot. Most days. Sometimes more than once.
Q. Have you thought of taking a lover?
A. I couldn't do that.
Q. You might have grounds for divorce.
A. Oh no. Absolutely not.
Q. Why not?
A. You have to understand - I love Nigel. We have a lot in common. We are good friends. He treats me well. It's just the sex thing.
Q. Well, that's what we are here to help you with. I want to ask you to try to be positive. You say you would like it to be more often and to last longer. It may be possible to achieve that but it will need courage from both of you. Patience, too, and, above all, imagination.
AHow do you mean?
Q. Well, think about this: what is the best aspect of sex with Nigel?
A. (a long pause) He's, you know - very big. When he gets excited, I mean.
Q. And you like that?
A. Oh yes. Very much. It's what I want.
Q. For your partner to have a large penis?
A. Yes.
Q. When you have sex, what form does foreplay take?
A. Usually, I touch him - help him get hard.
Q. And what does Nigel do for you?
A. I don't really need anything. Probably because it doesn't happen all that often, I get wet very easily.
Q. And then? Which different positions do you favour?
A. Me on my back and Nigel on top of me.
Q. And?
A. Like that. Always. Nigel always likes to do it like that. (a pause) And I can have - you know - all of him inside me.
Q. No other positions?
A. No.
Q. Would you like to try other ways?
A. (a pause) I think I could try anything. If Nigel wanted it.
Q. Tell me this: do you think you could tell Nigel when you wanted sex, tell him you would understand if he didn't want to, but in that case you would need to masturbate and would like him to watch, so as to share the experience with you?
A. (a long pause) I don't think I could.
Q. Why not?
A. I don't think Nigel would want to do that.
From further questioning we learned that Mary's mother had died when Mary was twelve. Thereafter she was brought up by her father, a loving but strict man. She was frequently chastised, usually over her father's knee; often, she felt, without sufficient justification. We can infer that the father derived sexual gratification from administering the punishment but there was no suggestion of sexual interference - Mary was adamant on that point. However, she did reluctantly admit that she experienced a certain arousal during spanking which she alleviated by masturbating. She had never mentioned spanking to Nigel.
Our early conclusion was that Mary's strong sexual urge originated from those early years. In seeking to escape from a somewhat claustrophobic home environment she had married at eighteen without passing through a period of sexual development and experimentation that many young women find beneficial. Her choice of a husband sixteen years her senior was a clear case of taking a father substitute which, added to inherent shyness, created the dichotomy between her sexual desires and her inability to communicate them.
Ref. 0372/6/03 Int 3, Transcript 26/06/03 Extracts Subject: Mary X
Q. Since your last visit, do you feel you have made any progress?
A. We've talked a bit. Not really about the problem, But about coming to see you. We feel we ought to continue.
Q. I'm pleased. That, at least, is a positive attitude, and we shall need that from you both.
A. We'll try.
Q. I think I told you that if we are to progress you will need to be brave. Have you always been shy?
A. I suppose so, yes.
Q. Well, I want you to try not to be shy for the next twenty minutes or so. Are you comfortable on the couch?
A. Yes, I'm fine.
Q. What I would like to do is show you some pictures on the big screen in front of you, and I would like you to masturbate while you watch.
A. Oh!
Q. If you wish, I will leave you with Gudrun, who will make notes that will be helpful to us in suggesting how to progress.
A. (a very long pause) Do I have to?
Q. Not at all. But we do want to help you and Nigel to enjoy a better sex life.
A. (a long pause) I'll try.
Q. Thank you, Mary. Now, would you like me to leave you with Gudrun?
A. No. It's all right. Please stay.
Q. Good. Then, if you will lift your skirt and remove your knickers . . . Yes, that's fine. Thank you. When you masturbate, do you use any aids, a vibrator perhaps?
A. No. Just my fingers. But here - I don't know . . .
Q. If you relax and concentrate on the screen, Gudrun will help you to begin. But as soon as you are ready, please take over. It's important that you do this for yourself.
A. I'll try.
Q. Just watch the screen. And relax.
Images 243a to 243f (male/female, missionary)
Patient tense, vagina dry
Images 286a to 286d (mf, rear entry)
Patient relaxing, accepting assistance
Images 150a to 150e (mf, fellatio)
Patient no change
Images 144a to 144g (mf, cunnilingus)
Patient now lubricated, no longer assisted
Images 206a to 206c (ff, sixty-nine)
Patient no change
Images 152a to 152h (mf, manual stimulation, vagina, anus)
Patient quickening response, deep breathing
Images 204a to 204g (mff, rear entry, cunnilingus)
Patient no change
Images 207a to 207d (mmf, rear entry, fellatio)
Patient quickening response
Images 246a to 246f (mf, light bondage)
Patient again quickening response, deep arousal
Images 388a to 388h (mf, spanking)
Patient orgasms
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So often hindsight makes a solution appear so obvious one wonders why one has taken so long to arrive at it. Hindsight is a wonderful gift but it never solved a problem. In this case it was only after lengthy and careful questioning that we uncovered Mary's relationship with her father and even then it was not until we observed her reaction to the spanking pictures that we found a potential clue to the innermost sexual drive which she herself had not identified.
Of course, we still had some way to go to achieve our objective. Had we been unlucky, we might have had to concede failure. However, and to cut short this account of what was a complex series of consultations, the breakthrough came when we introduced the spanking sequence during Nigel's masturbation experiment (which was aided, incidentally, by Gudrun who concurred with Jane's opinion about the size of his member). Perhaps we should have taken note earlier of the possible significance of his profession. Once the connection had been made, Nigel admitted freely that while in today's climate corporal punishment of pupils was impossible, the provocation in a co-educational establishment was potent. During sixth-form lessons, he confessed, he fantasised often about taking one or other of the girls across his knee. He had never spoken about this to Mary.
Having by this juncture gained the confidence of both Mary and Nigel individually, all that remained was to press home the advantage before either had time for introspection. Accordingly, I asked Gudrun to take Mary to the wardrobe room where we keep a large selection of costumes: role-playing is not to be underestimated as an aphrodisiac. While Mary discarded her everyday outfit in favour of blouse, tie, navy blue skirt and white knickers, Gudrun explained the conclusions we had reached. Meanwhile, I was suggesting to Nigel that the time had come for him to take the initiative with Mary. I did not mention the costume change that was taking place elsewhere; instead, I emphasised his good fortune in being married to someone with Mary's sexual appetite, with special reference to the pleasure she derived from his unusual endowment. When Nigel expressed reluctance, I drew his attention to the large mirror on the wall behind the couch. It would, I said, allow him to observe Mary's reaction closely during their congress.
There seemed still be some apprehension on his part, but I assured him that it was a standard part of our recommended treatment to leave patients alone to put into practice at once the suggestions we had made. I told him that we would leave them for an hour, at which point a bell would sound to indicate that we would rejoin them in a further fifteen minutes.
Having ushered Mary into the room to find Nigel, Gudrun hurried to join me in our observation area on the other side of the two-way mirror.
After the prolonged consultation it was immensely rewarding to see the success of our diagnosis. Mary walked to where Nigel was seated on the couch and stood in front of him to remove her tie before slowly unbuttoning the school blouse. When her breasts were exposed - the nipples prominent with desire - Nigel spoke. Unfortunately, the hidden microphone could pick up very little of what was said, but the meaning was soon clear when Mary turned her back to him and lifted her skirt. Nigel spoke again and she bent forward. He opened his trousers and took out his penis, already developing an impressive erection. Stroking it with one hand, he fondled Mary's bottom through the white knickers for some minutes. Then he took her firmly by the arm, laid her across his lap and lowered the knickers to her knees. The slaps were administered with immense care, slowly with long pauses between while he massaged the reddening cheeks. After twelve smacks, he eased Mary from his lap. Instantly, she knelt and took his penis in her mouth.
I have to say that it was Gudrun's inspiration that we should imitate the scene unfolding on the other side of the mirror, laying across my lap and lifting her skirt to reveal the silky black knickers she knows have an unfailing effect upon my libido. And so it came about that as Nigel's penis was sucked by Mary's eager mouth so was mine by Gudrun's greedy lips. When Nigel entered Mary, thrusting his rampant member into her while she knelt, so my more modest instrument explored the liquid folds of Gudrun's willing vagina. Perhaps because of the familiarity we share, I was able to delay my ejaculation until after Nigel had withdrawn to spurt semen across Mary's breasts. We concluded that it would not be the last time Mary would enjoy a warm bottom and a sticky bosom.
Before they departed, they thanked us profusely. Probably they did not understand why we told them that it was one of the most satisfying consultations it had been our pleasure to conduct.
THE END
Jumat, 13 Agustus 2010
A Sweet Sexy SleepOver!
Lizzie got out of her car and pecked her dad on the cheek, thanking him for dropping her off at her best friend's house for a sleepover.
"You have fun, sweetie!" He told her and smiled.
"I will, Daddy." Lizzie, feeling childish, headed towards her best friend's door. She hesitated for a second, feeling nervous. Still, she proceeded and rang the doorbell.
"Hey, Lizzie!" Miranda answered, already dressed in her pink pj's. She gave Lizzie a quick hug and got her bags, letting her come in. Lizzie followed Miranda up the stairs to her room, smiling because she loved spending time at her friend's house. Sure, sleepovers might have seemed childish at the age of 18, but not with Miranda. It would always start with junkfood eating and prank-calling, and end in watching dirty movies and laughing at the ugly playboy models.
She was pleased to see Miranda's room the way it always was, with posters and cd cases all over the place. There were a lot of framed pictures with Lizzie and Miranda on them. Lizzie just smiled.
"Are you going to change or what?" Miranda plopped down on her bed and zipped Lizzie's bag open. Lizzie took her pajamas out and waited for Miranda to leave. Realizing that she wouldn't, she just started to change in front of her.
First, Lizzie slid off her green peasant top and blue jeans, revealing her black bra and matching thong. She pulled a baby blue cotton tank top over her head and stepped into matching pants. She also put her hair down and tucked it behind her ears, and smiled.
"You sleep in you bra and underwear? Isn't that uncomfortable?" Miranda wondered. At home, she liked to sleep in the nude but she didn't feel comfortable doing so with Lizzie around.
"I'm fine with it. I always sleep like that." Lizzie was always taught that it was the proper thing to do, and sometimes when her bra would cut into her shoulder in the middle of the night or her underwear would be too tight, she still did what she was told to.
"Well, try something new. Take 'em off!" They both giggled as Lizzie took off her pajamas and started unhooking her bra. As soon as she did, she exposed her firm, round breasts to Miranda. Next, she pulled down her thong, with her soft shaven pussy towards Miranda. Then she just stood there, not putting her clothes back on.
"Your turn to take everything off, Miranda." She told her friend. Lizzie was a bit nervous being naked in front of her best friend, but hey, it's not like she had anything that Miranda didn't.
Miranda smirked, but at the same time felt tense as her own nipples grew hard. She was attracted to Lizzie's naked body. Lizzie's round breasts, her womanhood, every curve was calling out Miranda's name. She shook those thoughts away and started taking her own clothes off. She let them fall to the floor as soon as she could, standing naked along with Lizzie.
"So, ummm... were we going straight to sleep? Or do you want to play truth or dare?" Miranda asked Lizzie who was still naked, now with her nipples slightly erect. Miranda pretended not to notice, because hers were probably the same. There was no mistake that there was some kind of chemistry going on between them. Or, it might have just been because Miranda never saw another girl completely naked before.
"I pick truth." Lizzie answered and sat down cross legged on the floor, looking at Miranda's naked body hungrily.
"Ok...I got to make this a good one..." Miranda wanted to ask something interesting, so that they could talk about whatever for a while. She had one in mind... but dare she ask it? "Do you ever masturbate? Like, finger yourself?" She watched Lizzie's face closely for a reaction. Lizzie stammered.
"N-n-no! I- I mean, I've felt really... um, horny sometimes, but- I never really... did..." Lizzie answered. It was the truth. Although, she didn't want to tell Miranda exactly what made her horny. Like watching Britney Spears dance in concert, on in her music videos. Or... now that she thought about it- her own best friend!
"But you wanted to, right?" Miranda saw Lizzie nod, blushing from the question. " Why didn't you?" Miranda asked.
"I guess I was- I dunno- scared. It made me feel- kinda like- dirty. Did you ever--?" Lizzie looked back at her best friend.
"Yeah," Miranda let out a laugh. " Many times, actually. I'm not a pervert or anything, it just feels good."
"What do you think about when you do it?" Lizzie felt curious. It was weird how they were sitting beside each other naked and talking about really private things that they wouldn't want anyone else to know.
"Sex, what else?... Well, a lot of things turn me on." Miranda glanced away from Lizzie, cuz her best friend being one of them.
"Me, too, I guess... Sometimes I think I should try it... but..." Lizzie felt embarrassed, but still smiled.
"Did you ever think... about doing it with a girl?" Miranda blurted, thinking of all her wild sexual fantasies. Suddenly, she felt really turned on. At a time like this, she would already be sticking fingers up her tight wet hole. But she didn't want to masturbate in front of Lizzie...
"Wellll... A few times, I have... Not that I'm gay, but never say never, you know? It's always good to experiment... Isn't it?" Lizzie wondered where her friend was leading this convo.
"Seems like you'd be interested if the offer came up... Are you- horny, right now, Lizzie?" Miranda moved her naked body closer to Lizzie, breathing hot air on her neck.
"Um... I guess, talking about all this- this- sex stuff...Yeah, I think I am..." Lizzie inched a little away from Miranda's advancements.
"So, go ahead, do what you wanted to try- I dare you." She winked at Lizzie, insisting on seeing her masturbate.
"Uh... I've never done it before. Um, Miranda, I wouldn't really know what to do." Lizzie looked into Miranda's eyes, almost asking her for guidance. Lizzie decided it'd be ok to be close to her best friend, even in that close a way, becuz she did love her. And it seemed that Miranda loved her, too- in that way.
Miranda leaned over and laid Lizzie down, spreading her friend's legs. Lizzie's lower lips were very swollen, waiting in impatience for the pleasure Lizzie had only imagined before.
"Ok, you start with one finger. Put it into your vagina slowly. It might hurt at first." Lizzie did as she was told. At first she felt pain, as her finger went inside of her, but then- then she experienced tremendous amounts of pleasure shudder through her body.
"Is it wet? Good, now take the finger out and put two in." Miranda told her, and Lizzie repeated the action, stretching her skin as the fingers went in. She plunged them in harder and harder each time, feeling sticky fluids splatter every time she went at it.
"Oooooooohhhhh..." With her eyes closed, she kept fingering herself and moaning with pleasure. Lizzie felt her inner walls tighten each time until she moaned loudly and reached a point of ecstasy. An orgasm.
"How was it?" Miranda asked, seeing Lizzie's eyes roll back with pleasure. Watching Lizzie masturbate made her even more horny than she had gotten before, and she wanted to get on Lizzie as soon as she had begun. Lizze was now breathless.
"It was- oh, it was amazing...! I can't- imagine how good it would feel to get a blow job. Or to have real sex." Lizzie spread her arms and sighed of pleasure again, as it was wearing away.
"Glad you liked it. Now you see what all the big deal is about!" Miranda giggled.
"Ok, Miranda." Lizzie was now completely horny.
"I pick truth." Miranda winked and stared at Lizzie's breasts.
"Are you a... virgin?" Lizzie asked. She always wondered...
"Yeah, I am." Miranda admitted, although she didn't want to be. She was always fantasizing about the one, the person that would take her virginity... And she always dreamed that it would be Lizzie. Yes, she was aware that she was lesbian. She had had a few boyfriends before, but she got bored with them so easily and girls aroused her much more. They just had a certain appeal to them, unlike guys whose breath always smelled and their armpits were hairy. Miranda wanted to be with a woman, a girl, Lizzie, rather.
"Ok, dare me." Lizzie spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy to Miranda, like she was seducing her in the most delicious way.
"I dare you... to shove a dildo up!" She walked over to get a dildo from her bedstand and handed it to Lizzie, who was a tad confused about what was going on. For sure, she had never seen one before. It was very large, round, and thick- with two penis heads on each end of it.
"Oh, gosh, Miranda! Where in the world did you get th- th- that thing?! Does your mom know about it?!" Lizzie couldn't help feeling in shock.
"Nevermind bout that- just forget the details. Concentrate on this. Ok, you just put one end in first." Miranda held the toy near Lizzie's pussy, as Lizzie spread her legs even further, feeling a bit nervous. Miranda pushed away Lizzie's folds with a few fingers and started to insert the object slowly. It hurt Lizzie a lot because it was very large, but Miranda kept pushing it in. Lizzie's inner walls were clamping and unclamping around the object, and Miranda had let it go, so Lizzie was thrusting it in harder as she moaned from pain... but a sort of forbidden pleasure, too.
Lizzie couldn't push it in anymore, so she just kept it in as Miranda stared and licked her lips, thinking that Lizzie didn't notice. Then, Lizzie pulled it out slowly, noticing that the dildo was covered in a sticky liquid. Her pussy was burning for something else.
Miranda approached her suddenly and kissed Lizzie passionately. They roamed each other's mouths with their tongues, pulling each other closer and moaning. Then, Miranda's lips made their way down Lizzie's neck and towards her breasts, circling Lizzie's now-numb nipples with her hungry tongue. Miranda was touching Lizzie all over, and wanting her so bad, that she just couldn't hold back. .
With newfound confidence, Lizzie pushed Miranda down to the floor and moved her way down to her best friend's privates. Lizzie used her own fingers to push away Miranda's folds as her tongue entered Miranda's pussy, tasting juices so sweet and sticky, Lizzie lapped away at them. Miranda moaned loudly as Lizzie sucked at her, Lizzie's tongue playing around inside Miranda.
Then, Lizzie moved up and pressed her own wet pussy against Miranda's. They rubbed, smearing each other's sticky fluids on each other, moaning and groaning of pleasure. With each other's heat flowing all over their bodies, they pulled each other closer and kissed again and again.
Lizzie still tasted Miranda as her lover picked up the wet dildo, bending over towards Lizzie and inserting it slowly into Lizzie's small opening.
"Oh... Oh God!" Lizzie exlaimed as Miranda kept ramming it into her. It was unbelievably painful, but Lizzie wanted nothing else but that. When Miranda couldn't push the dildo into Lizzie any further, she stuck the other end of it into her own vagina and groaned as it slid inside.
Miranda then climbed onto Lizzie, pumping at the dildo as it grinded into her. Lizzie felt her inner walls tighter around the object- she was screaming now. But Miranda wouldn't stop, and kept going harder and harder each time, screaming herself. As Miranda rose one more time, Lizzie felt herself cum, with juices flowing out of her. Miranda had cum, too. Lizzie could feel their heat mixing. Many orgasms- one night. This was so much more than amazing.
Next, Lizzie moved, facing Miranda's pussy and her friend did the same, forming a 69 position. Miranda was the first, tho, to enter her tongue into Lizzie. Then Miranda blew hot air in and out, making Lizzie so aroused, she couldn't move. At first Lizzie didn't know what to do, but then it came naturally to her. She took 3 fingers and put them into Miranda, shoving them in really hard and sliding them out. They kept exploring each other's bodies, tickling & moaning until Lizzie pulled away, breathing heavily.
"I love you, Miranda." She looked into her eyes and kissed her.
Miranda embraced Lizzie and whispered, "I love you, too. Don't fall asleep though, baby- we still have to wait for Gordo."
Lizzie's eyes went wide. "What?!?!"
THE END
"You have fun, sweetie!" He told her and smiled.
"I will, Daddy." Lizzie, feeling childish, headed towards her best friend's door. She hesitated for a second, feeling nervous. Still, she proceeded and rang the doorbell.
"Hey, Lizzie!" Miranda answered, already dressed in her pink pj's. She gave Lizzie a quick hug and got her bags, letting her come in. Lizzie followed Miranda up the stairs to her room, smiling because she loved spending time at her friend's house. Sure, sleepovers might have seemed childish at the age of 18, but not with Miranda. It would always start with junkfood eating and prank-calling, and end in watching dirty movies and laughing at the ugly playboy models.
She was pleased to see Miranda's room the way it always was, with posters and cd cases all over the place. There were a lot of framed pictures with Lizzie and Miranda on them. Lizzie just smiled.
"Are you going to change or what?" Miranda plopped down on her bed and zipped Lizzie's bag open. Lizzie took her pajamas out and waited for Miranda to leave. Realizing that she wouldn't, she just started to change in front of her.
First, Lizzie slid off her green peasant top and blue jeans, revealing her black bra and matching thong. She pulled a baby blue cotton tank top over her head and stepped into matching pants. She also put her hair down and tucked it behind her ears, and smiled.
"You sleep in you bra and underwear? Isn't that uncomfortable?" Miranda wondered. At home, she liked to sleep in the nude but she didn't feel comfortable doing so with Lizzie around.
"I'm fine with it. I always sleep like that." Lizzie was always taught that it was the proper thing to do, and sometimes when her bra would cut into her shoulder in the middle of the night or her underwear would be too tight, she still did what she was told to.
"Well, try something new. Take 'em off!" They both giggled as Lizzie took off her pajamas and started unhooking her bra. As soon as she did, she exposed her firm, round breasts to Miranda. Next, she pulled down her thong, with her soft shaven pussy towards Miranda. Then she just stood there, not putting her clothes back on.
"Your turn to take everything off, Miranda." She told her friend. Lizzie was a bit nervous being naked in front of her best friend, but hey, it's not like she had anything that Miranda didn't.
Miranda smirked, but at the same time felt tense as her own nipples grew hard. She was attracted to Lizzie's naked body. Lizzie's round breasts, her womanhood, every curve was calling out Miranda's name. She shook those thoughts away and started taking her own clothes off. She let them fall to the floor as soon as she could, standing naked along with Lizzie.
"So, ummm... were we going straight to sleep? Or do you want to play truth or dare?" Miranda asked Lizzie who was still naked, now with her nipples slightly erect. Miranda pretended not to notice, because hers were probably the same. There was no mistake that there was some kind of chemistry going on between them. Or, it might have just been because Miranda never saw another girl completely naked before.
"I pick truth." Lizzie answered and sat down cross legged on the floor, looking at Miranda's naked body hungrily.
"Ok...I got to make this a good one..." Miranda wanted to ask something interesting, so that they could talk about whatever for a while. She had one in mind... but dare she ask it? "Do you ever masturbate? Like, finger yourself?" She watched Lizzie's face closely for a reaction. Lizzie stammered.
"N-n-no! I- I mean, I've felt really... um, horny sometimes, but- I never really... did..." Lizzie answered. It was the truth. Although, she didn't want to tell Miranda exactly what made her horny. Like watching Britney Spears dance in concert, on in her music videos. Or... now that she thought about it- her own best friend!
"But you wanted to, right?" Miranda saw Lizzie nod, blushing from the question. " Why didn't you?" Miranda asked.
"I guess I was- I dunno- scared. It made me feel- kinda like- dirty. Did you ever--?" Lizzie looked back at her best friend.
"Yeah," Miranda let out a laugh. " Many times, actually. I'm not a pervert or anything, it just feels good."
"What do you think about when you do it?" Lizzie felt curious. It was weird how they were sitting beside each other naked and talking about really private things that they wouldn't want anyone else to know.
"Sex, what else?... Well, a lot of things turn me on." Miranda glanced away from Lizzie, cuz her best friend being one of them.
"Me, too, I guess... Sometimes I think I should try it... but..." Lizzie felt embarrassed, but still smiled.
"Did you ever think... about doing it with a girl?" Miranda blurted, thinking of all her wild sexual fantasies. Suddenly, she felt really turned on. At a time like this, she would already be sticking fingers up her tight wet hole. But she didn't want to masturbate in front of Lizzie...
"Wellll... A few times, I have... Not that I'm gay, but never say never, you know? It's always good to experiment... Isn't it?" Lizzie wondered where her friend was leading this convo.
"Seems like you'd be interested if the offer came up... Are you- horny, right now, Lizzie?" Miranda moved her naked body closer to Lizzie, breathing hot air on her neck.
"Um... I guess, talking about all this- this- sex stuff...Yeah, I think I am..." Lizzie inched a little away from Miranda's advancements.
"So, go ahead, do what you wanted to try- I dare you." She winked at Lizzie, insisting on seeing her masturbate.
"Uh... I've never done it before. Um, Miranda, I wouldn't really know what to do." Lizzie looked into Miranda's eyes, almost asking her for guidance. Lizzie decided it'd be ok to be close to her best friend, even in that close a way, becuz she did love her. And it seemed that Miranda loved her, too- in that way.
Miranda leaned over and laid Lizzie down, spreading her friend's legs. Lizzie's lower lips were very swollen, waiting in impatience for the pleasure Lizzie had only imagined before.
"Ok, you start with one finger. Put it into your vagina slowly. It might hurt at first." Lizzie did as she was told. At first she felt pain, as her finger went inside of her, but then- then she experienced tremendous amounts of pleasure shudder through her body.
"Is it wet? Good, now take the finger out and put two in." Miranda told her, and Lizzie repeated the action, stretching her skin as the fingers went in. She plunged them in harder and harder each time, feeling sticky fluids splatter every time she went at it.
"Oooooooohhhhh..." With her eyes closed, she kept fingering herself and moaning with pleasure. Lizzie felt her inner walls tighten each time until she moaned loudly and reached a point of ecstasy. An orgasm.
"How was it?" Miranda asked, seeing Lizzie's eyes roll back with pleasure. Watching Lizzie masturbate made her even more horny than she had gotten before, and she wanted to get on Lizzie as soon as she had begun. Lizze was now breathless.
"It was- oh, it was amazing...! I can't- imagine how good it would feel to get a blow job. Or to have real sex." Lizzie spread her arms and sighed of pleasure again, as it was wearing away.
"Glad you liked it. Now you see what all the big deal is about!" Miranda giggled.
"Ok, Miranda." Lizzie was now completely horny.
"I pick truth." Miranda winked and stared at Lizzie's breasts.
"Are you a... virgin?" Lizzie asked. She always wondered...
"Yeah, I am." Miranda admitted, although she didn't want to be. She was always fantasizing about the one, the person that would take her virginity... And she always dreamed that it would be Lizzie. Yes, she was aware that she was lesbian. She had had a few boyfriends before, but she got bored with them so easily and girls aroused her much more. They just had a certain appeal to them, unlike guys whose breath always smelled and their armpits were hairy. Miranda wanted to be with a woman, a girl, Lizzie, rather.
"Ok, dare me." Lizzie spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy to Miranda, like she was seducing her in the most delicious way.
"I dare you... to shove a dildo up!" She walked over to get a dildo from her bedstand and handed it to Lizzie, who was a tad confused about what was going on. For sure, she had never seen one before. It was very large, round, and thick- with two penis heads on each end of it.
"Oh, gosh, Miranda! Where in the world did you get th- th- that thing?! Does your mom know about it?!" Lizzie couldn't help feeling in shock.
"Nevermind bout that- just forget the details. Concentrate on this. Ok, you just put one end in first." Miranda held the toy near Lizzie's pussy, as Lizzie spread her legs even further, feeling a bit nervous. Miranda pushed away Lizzie's folds with a few fingers and started to insert the object slowly. It hurt Lizzie a lot because it was very large, but Miranda kept pushing it in. Lizzie's inner walls were clamping and unclamping around the object, and Miranda had let it go, so Lizzie was thrusting it in harder as she moaned from pain... but a sort of forbidden pleasure, too.
Lizzie couldn't push it in anymore, so she just kept it in as Miranda stared and licked her lips, thinking that Lizzie didn't notice. Then, Lizzie pulled it out slowly, noticing that the dildo was covered in a sticky liquid. Her pussy was burning for something else.
Miranda approached her suddenly and kissed Lizzie passionately. They roamed each other's mouths with their tongues, pulling each other closer and moaning. Then, Miranda's lips made their way down Lizzie's neck and towards her breasts, circling Lizzie's now-numb nipples with her hungry tongue. Miranda was touching Lizzie all over, and wanting her so bad, that she just couldn't hold back. .
With newfound confidence, Lizzie pushed Miranda down to the floor and moved her way down to her best friend's privates. Lizzie used her own fingers to push away Miranda's folds as her tongue entered Miranda's pussy, tasting juices so sweet and sticky, Lizzie lapped away at them. Miranda moaned loudly as Lizzie sucked at her, Lizzie's tongue playing around inside Miranda.
Then, Lizzie moved up and pressed her own wet pussy against Miranda's. They rubbed, smearing each other's sticky fluids on each other, moaning and groaning of pleasure. With each other's heat flowing all over their bodies, they pulled each other closer and kissed again and again.
Lizzie still tasted Miranda as her lover picked up the wet dildo, bending over towards Lizzie and inserting it slowly into Lizzie's small opening.
"Oh... Oh God!" Lizzie exlaimed as Miranda kept ramming it into her. It was unbelievably painful, but Lizzie wanted nothing else but that. When Miranda couldn't push the dildo into Lizzie any further, she stuck the other end of it into her own vagina and groaned as it slid inside.
Miranda then climbed onto Lizzie, pumping at the dildo as it grinded into her. Lizzie felt her inner walls tighter around the object- she was screaming now. But Miranda wouldn't stop, and kept going harder and harder each time, screaming herself. As Miranda rose one more time, Lizzie felt herself cum, with juices flowing out of her. Miranda had cum, too. Lizzie could feel their heat mixing. Many orgasms- one night. This was so much more than amazing.
Next, Lizzie moved, facing Miranda's pussy and her friend did the same, forming a 69 position. Miranda was the first, tho, to enter her tongue into Lizzie. Then Miranda blew hot air in and out, making Lizzie so aroused, she couldn't move. At first Lizzie didn't know what to do, but then it came naturally to her. She took 3 fingers and put them into Miranda, shoving them in really hard and sliding them out. They kept exploring each other's bodies, tickling & moaning until Lizzie pulled away, breathing heavily.
"I love you, Miranda." She looked into her eyes and kissed her.
Miranda embraced Lizzie and whispered, "I love you, too. Don't fall asleep though, baby- we still have to wait for Gordo."
Lizzie's eyes went wide. "What?!?!"
THE END
A Night in Paris
"Oh my god," exclaimed Ted, his bright blue eyes riveted to some amazing scene across the room.
"What?" asked his good friend Greg, craning his head and brushing the locks of brown hair out of his green eyes, being only 5'9" he was four inches shorter than his friend and couldn't see around the mass of milling people in the crowded bar.
"Paris Hilton is over there!" Ted's turned his blonde head down to look at his good friend and constant partner in sexual adventures, an excited and anticipatory smile coming to his handsome face.
Greg grinned back just as hard, "You don't say..."
"I know we were going to separate tonight, but..." Ted arched a questioning eyebrow.
Laughing, Greg replied, "Fuck that! We're sharing again man!! If we can talk her into it anyway" They grinned at each other, seducing ladies into bed with them was not a problem they'd ever had.
Thirty minutes later the extremely charming and handsome duo were flirting with the irrepressible hotel heiress; neither of them actually thought her face was all that attractive (in fact, they often made fun of her), but she had a hot body and the bragging rights to banging her would be well worth the effort involved. And considering her reputation - not to mention the porno that she'd been in - they didn't think that she'd be too hard to convince.
Ted drank a tequila shot with her, as she stuck the lemon in her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her, sucking the lemon from her mouth into his own and turning it around. While she was preoccupied with his admittedly very skilled tongue, Greg gropped her hot ass and she wiggled it in his grip. The three of them continued talking as she smiled and laughed, she really was just as dumb an obnoxious as she was on TV, but the guys didn't care. She was a celebrity.
They were just standing taking up bar space and she was talking almost non-stop when the bartender interrupted them and asked if they wanted more drinks after they'd told him no she asked, "What was I saying again?"
Greg smiled charmingly at her, "You were saying you'd like to find somewhere a little more private to talk with us." Actually, she'd been saying no such thing, but she just laughed at his audacity.
Winking at him, she purred, "Ohh... well in that case, I believe there's a hotel just down the street."
The men slipped their arms around her, and Ted surreptitiously rubbed her ass through the short black skirt she was wearing.
"Mmmm..." she snuggled against Greg's shoulder, "That feels good."
The guys looked at each other, slapping a mental high five, this was awesome. Once at the hotel she and Ted started making out in the lobby as Greg booked a room for the night. She kept rubbing her body against his, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest as she pressed close.
Once up in the room, they wasted no time in getting her clothes off; she had an allover body tan which argued for much time spent in a tanning booth. Her tits were round and perky with pert pink nipples topping them off, her pussy was completely shaved except a little landing strip of hair leading into her slit. The guys grinned at each other as they shucked off their clothes while she sat back on the bed, smiling as she watched them disrobe.
Greg tossed Ted the disposable camera he'd purchased in the hotel gift shop, "Make sure you get her face in a few of the pictures, otherwise the guys'll never believe it!"
Paris just laughed at the exchange and lifted her arms to Greg.
As Greg kissed the naked infamous heiress, Todd snapped several shots of their lip lock, Greg biting on her neck, and a clear one of her euphoric face as he sucked her nipple. Popping the nipple out of his mouth, Greg took charge of the camera as Todd picked the her up and arranged her body on the bed. With her head hanging off the side of the bed she pouted at the camera, he laid her face up and spread her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs and working his mouth up to her already wet pussy lips. Greg snapped a few shots of Todd's tongue inside the heiress' pink folds, and then took a picture of his dick sliding into her open and moaning mouth while her head hung at the perfect angle off the bed. She was in the perfect position for him to slide his 7" dick all the way between her pink lips, while her moans created vibrations through her throat that massaged the hard shaft. Tossing the camera to the side, he began squeezing the round globes of her flesh as he pushed his dick in and out of her mouth, massaging them in circles on her chest. The intensity of her moans increased as he pinched the hard nipples between his finger tips.
Todd looked up from his position between her legs, "Damn man, she's leaking like a faucet down here! Horny bitch!" Greg didn't answer, but kept thrusting into her gaping mouth, as Todd lifted the long tanned legs over his own shoulders in order to position her pussy better in front of his face. Sliding a finger into her eager wet hole, he found it disappointingly slack; pulling it out he replaced it with two fingers, and then three before it was at a tightness that he liked.
Pulling his face back up from the slippery folds of her cunt, he whispered to Greg, "Dude, she's pretty slack, definitely had a decent amount of bone in her."
Frowning, Greg pulled on her nipples, milking the round teats while continuing the skull fuck, softly he replied, "What about her ass?"
Todd pulled his dripping fingers out of her pussy and slowly pushed one into her asshole; her body squirmed as it slid into her and her moans increased, as did her sucking on Greg's cock. He grinned and mouthed, "Virgin tight man." Paris didn't appear to have heard their crude appraisal of her holes as she was busy swallowing most of Greg's dick down her throat, using her hands wrapped around his ass to push him even further into her hot mouth.
Pulling out of her mouth, Greg released her nipples as well but kept his hand on her chest as he leaned towards his friend and murmured in his ear, "Tell you what, why don't we reposition her, we can both take turns in her pussy and then we'll get down to really having fun with her after that. I mean, if her ass is tight," he winked at her and she blew a kiss at him back, "that's all that really matters right?"
Ted nodded, "I'll go first and then we can sandwich her, maybe with one of us in her ass that'll tighten it up a bit."
Agreeably, Greg helped his friend position her body up on the bed, then stepped back and began stroking his dick as Ted pushed his 8" dick into the extremely wet hole.
"Fuck, you're wet," he told the blonde as he started pumping away. Even though her pussy was slack, she kept clenching it around his thrusting dick, which definitely helped. The wetness and the clenching, as well as his eagerness in fucking someone famous, helped him as his dick pushed home. He began fucking her hard, jolting her body so that her tits jiggled every time their groins met, moving quickly, he found that she was breathing faster and actually trying to meet his thrusts. Hunching over, he started grinding his dick in her eager puss as his mouth sought out her jutting nipple, as his teeth closed over the little bud, she started moaning even louder and shuddering as a climax ran through her body. Shockingly, her cunt closed down hard on his dick, gripping him in exquisite tightness as ripples ran through her inner flesh. He groaned and the nipple fell from his mouth as he spilled his load into that unexpected vise of a pussy.
When he pulled out, Greg was watching him with a surprised and amused look, "What the hell happened man?"
Paris and Ted grinned at him, "I think I'll let you find out on your own. Here," Looking at Paris, "turn over and suck me hard again while Greg takes his turn, then we'll sandwich you." Eagerly, the infamous blonde got on her hands and knees, her mouth going straight for Ted's slack dick.
Soon Greg was pounding away at her pussy doggy-style, enjoying the occasion clenching as her body responded to him; Ted was starting to get hard again as her moaning mouth slobbered over his sloppy dick. Then Greg brought back his hand back and smacked it against the firm flesh of her ass, looking surprised, he told Ted, "Hey, she liked that, her whole cunt spasmed!" Pulling back his other hand, he hit the other side of her ass. Now Paris was moaning loudly around his quickly hardening dick as Greg continued to slap her ass, alternating hands and watching the flesh jiggle while he pumped her body.
"I'm ready now," Ted told him and Greg pulled out of her pussy and slid his body under hers as Todd held her up with his hands on her breasts. Getting her into position, they slide her cunt down Greg's pole, and he started moving underneath her, hands gripping and squeezing her breasts while her limp head nestled in his shoulder. After a moment he slowed his strokes so that Ted could get into position.
Looking over her shoulder, the blonde heiress smiled lazily at him, "Put it in baby, make me a meat sandwich!"
He gasped as he entered the incredible tightness of her ass... that was the great thing about assholes, even if hers had been used before, it would always shrink back to being very close to its original proportions. Greg benefitted too, he could feel his friend's hard dick sliding into the hole through the thin lining of her pussy, and it helped to tighten her wet hole a bit. Moving together, the two guys began to double fuck her, pushing her thin body down hard on both of their dicks as her blonde hair fell over Greg's chest.
With all the attention being given to her body, the blonde began cumming again, screaming loudly, and both men gasped as her holes clenched down tight and pulsed around them.
"HOLY SHIT!" Greg cried out as his balls immediately released their load while her pussy made the most sensational movements around his dick; Ted didn't even have the breath to say anything when her asshole closed down on his dick. It was so tight that it felt like he might not even be able to cum, each spurt forced its way past her quivering and clamped sphincter, making the actual release even more incredible.
After the men pulled out of her holes, she lay limply on the bed, smiling happily and stroking her cum-filled pussy.
"That's one crazy pussy trick," Greg observed.
"Thanks." she replied, spreading her legs a little so that they could clearly see the cum leaking from her folds, "You should try my ass."
Greg grinned at her, "I plan to."
Ted, who had been quiet up till now said, "You know, I bet we could fist her." Greg looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye, both of them looked speculatively at Paris who just smiled and spread her legs a little wide again.
Ted grinned, "I'll do it, you concentrate on getting hard again and then I can fist her while you're in her ass."
It didn't take much at all for Ted to work four fingers into that slack pussy, then he closed his thumb over his hand and began forcing his straight hand into her gaping hole. Paris moaned, her eyes half closed, and her hands playing with her round breasts as he made a fist inside her.
"Now that's tight," he said approvingly, moving his fist back and forth in her cunt, trying to push as much of his forearm as he could get in.
Greg was hard again from watching the slim blonde heiress take his friend's forearm into her body, he lay down on the bed next to her as Ted pulled his pussy coated arm out of her hole and helped Greg lower her ass onto his dick. As Greg began groaning and thrusting his dick in her much tighter back door, Ted made his hand into a fist and began pushing it into her pussy.
Reaching his hands around her flopping body, Greg gripped her breasts hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, using it to leverage his thrusts into the tightness of her ass. Ted worked her pussy hard, showing no mercy as he started banging his fist against her cervix, she was so skinny he could actually see her skin ripple as his arm moved back and forth inside her body. Using his other hand, he started rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand, stimulating the little nub. Paris was gripping Greg's thighs beneath her with her hands to keep her balance as she whimpered and moaned while they pummeled her body.
Greg was almost ready to cum again when her ass caught him in it's incredible grip, and as her hole bore down on his dick he let loose a huge load into the darkness of her hole. Ted had to leave his arm in her pussy as her body jerked and came, it had him too tightly gripped for him to pull out until she'd finally stopped cumming.
The men stood by the bed, looking at her abused body. Greg snapped a picture at the cum leaking out of her ass while her pussy gaped wide above it, her nipples were reddish and sore looking from all the pinching and pulling they'd done.
"You want another turn at her?" he asked Ted.
"Nah, I'm done."
Greg nodded, but Paris pouted at them and he had another thought, "Hey Paris, you wanna do something really nasty?"
She looked surprised, "What?"
"It's a surprise, come on let's go in the bathroom."
Ted looked surprised when he figured out what his friend was probably up to, but then nodded, why not if she was up for it.
Placing her body over the tub so that her ass was in the air and her face in the tub, Greg opened her ass with two fingers and then placed his pee-hard dick in the hole. Making sure her hole was completely plugged, he started pissing, filling her hershey-highway with one last load. She moaned as her ass filled up with his hot piss, and started rubbing her clit with one hand while her belly bloated outward. When he was completely done, he pulled out and she got all the way into the tub, so that she was laying with her head up on a ledge and her legs spread obscenely. Piss and cum was already starting to leak out of her ass.
Pinching her already hard nipples she looked up at Todd, "Give it to me baby"
Taking careful aim between her spread legs, Ted let loose a hot hard jet of pee, hitting her squarely on her clit. As the pressure of the stream hit the little nub and the hot liquid spread over her pussy, Paris came again while Greg took another picture.
The men left her in the shower as she washed away their piss and cum.
As they got in the elevator Greg commented to Ted, "Damn man, she was a nasty slut."
"Yeah," Ted hit the Lobby button, "Didn't think she'd actually cum when I pissed on her."
"Yeah that was kinda hot."
"Yeah."
END
"What?" asked his good friend Greg, craning his head and brushing the locks of brown hair out of his green eyes, being only 5'9" he was four inches shorter than his friend and couldn't see around the mass of milling people in the crowded bar.
"Paris Hilton is over there!" Ted's turned his blonde head down to look at his good friend and constant partner in sexual adventures, an excited and anticipatory smile coming to his handsome face.
Greg grinned back just as hard, "You don't say..."
"I know we were going to separate tonight, but..." Ted arched a questioning eyebrow.
Laughing, Greg replied, "Fuck that! We're sharing again man!! If we can talk her into it anyway" They grinned at each other, seducing ladies into bed with them was not a problem they'd ever had.
Thirty minutes later the extremely charming and handsome duo were flirting with the irrepressible hotel heiress; neither of them actually thought her face was all that attractive (in fact, they often made fun of her), but she had a hot body and the bragging rights to banging her would be well worth the effort involved. And considering her reputation - not to mention the porno that she'd been in - they didn't think that she'd be too hard to convince.
Ted drank a tequila shot with her, as she stuck the lemon in her mouth, he leaned down and kissed her, sucking the lemon from her mouth into his own and turning it around. While she was preoccupied with his admittedly very skilled tongue, Greg gropped her hot ass and she wiggled it in his grip. The three of them continued talking as she smiled and laughed, she really was just as dumb an obnoxious as she was on TV, but the guys didn't care. She was a celebrity.
They were just standing taking up bar space and she was talking almost non-stop when the bartender interrupted them and asked if they wanted more drinks after they'd told him no she asked, "What was I saying again?"
Greg smiled charmingly at her, "You were saying you'd like to find somewhere a little more private to talk with us." Actually, she'd been saying no such thing, but she just laughed at his audacity.
Winking at him, she purred, "Ohh... well in that case, I believe there's a hotel just down the street."
The men slipped their arms around her, and Ted surreptitiously rubbed her ass through the short black skirt she was wearing.
"Mmmm..." she snuggled against Greg's shoulder, "That feels good."
The guys looked at each other, slapping a mental high five, this was awesome. Once at the hotel she and Ted started making out in the lobby as Greg booked a room for the night. She kept rubbing her body against his, and he could feel her heart beating rapidly against his chest as she pressed close.
Once up in the room, they wasted no time in getting her clothes off; she had an allover body tan which argued for much time spent in a tanning booth. Her tits were round and perky with pert pink nipples topping them off, her pussy was completely shaved except a little landing strip of hair leading into her slit. The guys grinned at each other as they shucked off their clothes while she sat back on the bed, smiling as she watched them disrobe.
Greg tossed Ted the disposable camera he'd purchased in the hotel gift shop, "Make sure you get her face in a few of the pictures, otherwise the guys'll never believe it!"
Paris just laughed at the exchange and lifted her arms to Greg.
As Greg kissed the naked infamous heiress, Todd snapped several shots of their lip lock, Greg biting on her neck, and a clear one of her euphoric face as he sucked her nipple. Popping the nipple out of his mouth, Greg took charge of the camera as Todd picked the her up and arranged her body on the bed. With her head hanging off the side of the bed she pouted at the camera, he laid her face up and spread her legs, kissing the insides of her thighs and working his mouth up to her already wet pussy lips. Greg snapped a few shots of Todd's tongue inside the heiress' pink folds, and then took a picture of his dick sliding into her open and moaning mouth while her head hung at the perfect angle off the bed. She was in the perfect position for him to slide his 7" dick all the way between her pink lips, while her moans created vibrations through her throat that massaged the hard shaft. Tossing the camera to the side, he began squeezing the round globes of her flesh as he pushed his dick in and out of her mouth, massaging them in circles on her chest. The intensity of her moans increased as he pinched the hard nipples between his finger tips.
Todd looked up from his position between her legs, "Damn man, she's leaking like a faucet down here! Horny bitch!" Greg didn't answer, but kept thrusting into her gaping mouth, as Todd lifted the long tanned legs over his own shoulders in order to position her pussy better in front of his face. Sliding a finger into her eager wet hole, he found it disappointingly slack; pulling it out he replaced it with two fingers, and then three before it was at a tightness that he liked.
Pulling his face back up from the slippery folds of her cunt, he whispered to Greg, "Dude, she's pretty slack, definitely had a decent amount of bone in her."
Frowning, Greg pulled on her nipples, milking the round teats while continuing the skull fuck, softly he replied, "What about her ass?"
Todd pulled his dripping fingers out of her pussy and slowly pushed one into her asshole; her body squirmed as it slid into her and her moans increased, as did her sucking on Greg's cock. He grinned and mouthed, "Virgin tight man." Paris didn't appear to have heard their crude appraisal of her holes as she was busy swallowing most of Greg's dick down her throat, using her hands wrapped around his ass to push him even further into her hot mouth.
Pulling out of her mouth, Greg released her nipples as well but kept his hand on her chest as he leaned towards his friend and murmured in his ear, "Tell you what, why don't we reposition her, we can both take turns in her pussy and then we'll get down to really having fun with her after that. I mean, if her ass is tight," he winked at her and she blew a kiss at him back, "that's all that really matters right?"
Ted nodded, "I'll go first and then we can sandwich her, maybe with one of us in her ass that'll tighten it up a bit."
Agreeably, Greg helped his friend position her body up on the bed, then stepped back and began stroking his dick as Ted pushed his 8" dick into the extremely wet hole.
"Fuck, you're wet," he told the blonde as he started pumping away. Even though her pussy was slack, she kept clenching it around his thrusting dick, which definitely helped. The wetness and the clenching, as well as his eagerness in fucking someone famous, helped him as his dick pushed home. He began fucking her hard, jolting her body so that her tits jiggled every time their groins met, moving quickly, he found that she was breathing faster and actually trying to meet his thrusts. Hunching over, he started grinding his dick in her eager puss as his mouth sought out her jutting nipple, as his teeth closed over the little bud, she started moaning even louder and shuddering as a climax ran through her body. Shockingly, her cunt closed down hard on his dick, gripping him in exquisite tightness as ripples ran through her inner flesh. He groaned and the nipple fell from his mouth as he spilled his load into that unexpected vise of a pussy.
When he pulled out, Greg was watching him with a surprised and amused look, "What the hell happened man?"
Paris and Ted grinned at him, "I think I'll let you find out on your own. Here," Looking at Paris, "turn over and suck me hard again while Greg takes his turn, then we'll sandwich you." Eagerly, the infamous blonde got on her hands and knees, her mouth going straight for Ted's slack dick.
Soon Greg was pounding away at her pussy doggy-style, enjoying the occasion clenching as her body responded to him; Ted was starting to get hard again as her moaning mouth slobbered over his sloppy dick. Then Greg brought back his hand back and smacked it against the firm flesh of her ass, looking surprised, he told Ted, "Hey, she liked that, her whole cunt spasmed!" Pulling back his other hand, he hit the other side of her ass. Now Paris was moaning loudly around his quickly hardening dick as Greg continued to slap her ass, alternating hands and watching the flesh jiggle while he pumped her body.
"I'm ready now," Ted told him and Greg pulled out of her pussy and slid his body under hers as Todd held her up with his hands on her breasts. Getting her into position, they slide her cunt down Greg's pole, and he started moving underneath her, hands gripping and squeezing her breasts while her limp head nestled in his shoulder. After a moment he slowed his strokes so that Ted could get into position.
Looking over her shoulder, the blonde heiress smiled lazily at him, "Put it in baby, make me a meat sandwich!"
He gasped as he entered the incredible tightness of her ass... that was the great thing about assholes, even if hers had been used before, it would always shrink back to being very close to its original proportions. Greg benefitted too, he could feel his friend's hard dick sliding into the hole through the thin lining of her pussy, and it helped to tighten her wet hole a bit. Moving together, the two guys began to double fuck her, pushing her thin body down hard on both of their dicks as her blonde hair fell over Greg's chest.
With all the attention being given to her body, the blonde began cumming again, screaming loudly, and both men gasped as her holes clenched down tight and pulsed around them.
"HOLY SHIT!" Greg cried out as his balls immediately released their load while her pussy made the most sensational movements around his dick; Ted didn't even have the breath to say anything when her asshole closed down on his dick. It was so tight that it felt like he might not even be able to cum, each spurt forced its way past her quivering and clamped sphincter, making the actual release even more incredible.
After the men pulled out of her holes, she lay limply on the bed, smiling happily and stroking her cum-filled pussy.
"That's one crazy pussy trick," Greg observed.
"Thanks." she replied, spreading her legs a little so that they could clearly see the cum leaking from her folds, "You should try my ass."
Greg grinned at her, "I plan to."
Ted, who had been quiet up till now said, "You know, I bet we could fist her." Greg looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye, both of them looked speculatively at Paris who just smiled and spread her legs a little wide again.
Ted grinned, "I'll do it, you concentrate on getting hard again and then I can fist her while you're in her ass."
It didn't take much at all for Ted to work four fingers into that slack pussy, then he closed his thumb over his hand and began forcing his straight hand into her gaping hole. Paris moaned, her eyes half closed, and her hands playing with her round breasts as he made a fist inside her.
"Now that's tight," he said approvingly, moving his fist back and forth in her cunt, trying to push as much of his forearm as he could get in.
Greg was hard again from watching the slim blonde heiress take his friend's forearm into her body, he lay down on the bed next to her as Ted pulled his pussy coated arm out of her hole and helped Greg lower her ass onto his dick. As Greg began groaning and thrusting his dick in her much tighter back door, Ted made his hand into a fist and began pushing it into her pussy.
Reaching his hands around her flopping body, Greg gripped her breasts hard, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, using it to leverage his thrusts into the tightness of her ass. Ted worked her pussy hard, showing no mercy as he started banging his fist against her cervix, she was so skinny he could actually see her skin ripple as his arm moved back and forth inside her body. Using his other hand, he started rubbing her clit with the palm of his hand, stimulating the little nub. Paris was gripping Greg's thighs beneath her with her hands to keep her balance as she whimpered and moaned while they pummeled her body.
Greg was almost ready to cum again when her ass caught him in it's incredible grip, and as her hole bore down on his dick he let loose a huge load into the darkness of her hole. Ted had to leave his arm in her pussy as her body jerked and came, it had him too tightly gripped for him to pull out until she'd finally stopped cumming.
The men stood by the bed, looking at her abused body. Greg snapped a picture at the cum leaking out of her ass while her pussy gaped wide above it, her nipples were reddish and sore looking from all the pinching and pulling they'd done.
"You want another turn at her?" he asked Ted.
"Nah, I'm done."
Greg nodded, but Paris pouted at them and he had another thought, "Hey Paris, you wanna do something really nasty?"
She looked surprised, "What?"
"It's a surprise, come on let's go in the bathroom."
Ted looked surprised when he figured out what his friend was probably up to, but then nodded, why not if she was up for it.
Placing her body over the tub so that her ass was in the air and her face in the tub, Greg opened her ass with two fingers and then placed his pee-hard dick in the hole. Making sure her hole was completely plugged, he started pissing, filling her hershey-highway with one last load. She moaned as her ass filled up with his hot piss, and started rubbing her clit with one hand while her belly bloated outward. When he was completely done, he pulled out and she got all the way into the tub, so that she was laying with her head up on a ledge and her legs spread obscenely. Piss and cum was already starting to leak out of her ass.
Pinching her already hard nipples she looked up at Todd, "Give it to me baby"
Taking careful aim between her spread legs, Ted let loose a hot hard jet of pee, hitting her squarely on her clit. As the pressure of the stream hit the little nub and the hot liquid spread over her pussy, Paris came again while Greg took another picture.
The men left her in the shower as she washed away their piss and cum.
As they got in the elevator Greg commented to Ted, "Damn man, she was a nasty slut."
"Yeah," Ted hit the Lobby button, "Didn't think she'd actually cum when I pissed on her."
"Yeah that was kinda hot."
"Yeah."
END
A Little Office Sex
Chandler had been fooling around with Rachel's boss, Joanna, in her office. When she was called away to a meeting, she teasingly locked him to her desk chair, sans pants, to wait for her return. Unfortunately for him, she called later to tell him that she would be delayed for quite a while.
Thinking they were going to sneak a peek at the Christmas bonus list, Rachel and Sophie used a hidden spare key to get into the office, and found Chandler in this compromising position. They left, with Sophie freaked out and Rachel mad. Despite Rachel's anger with him, Chandler convinced her to unlock the handcuffs and let him leave.
But no sooner had she done so, than she realized that Joanna would come back, find Chandler gone, and know that Rachel was involved. In the frantic rush of activity, Chandler became handcuffed to the filing cabinet beside the door.
"Chandler! Chandler, please, I have to get you locked up back the way you were, I am sooo gonna lose my job, she's very private about her office. Now I know why," Rachel pleaded.
"Hey, look, you're in trouble either way! Okay? If she comes back and sees me locked to this instead of the chair, she's gonna know you were in here. So you might as well just let me go," Chandler knew that he had Rachel in a no-win situation.
"What if I clean your bathroom for a month?" she suggested.
"It still wouldn't be clean," he replied, eliciting a look of disgust from Rachel. "All I want is my freedom."
"Foot rubs for a month!" she offered.
"Freedom!" he insisted.
"I'll take all of your photos and put them into photo albums!"
"Freedom! I want my freedom! Why won't you hear me?!" Chandler opened the door and called to Rachel's coworker, "Sophie, help me! Help me!!" Sophie stood up to help.
"Sophie, sit!!" Rachel ordered. Like a little dog, Sophie obeyed.
Rachel quickly closed the door and stuffed Chandler's tie in his mouth, as a gag.
"No! Would you just calm down!" she said to Chandler, her own calmness completely gone.
Chandler tried to scream a little bit, then realized that he could simply spit out his gag. It left his mouth with a 'pouf'.
"I'm gonna say this for the last time," Chandler began with measured tones. "Would you please just…"
As he was speaking, he moved his arm and the upper file drawer rolled out. It hit him in the back of the head, enhancing his irritation with Rachel. Undeterred, she continued the negotiations.
"I uh... will buy and wrap all of your Christmas gifts."
"No!"
"I, ah… Oh! I'll squeeze you fresh orange juice every morning!"
"With extra pulp?" he asked, with false brightness.
"Yeah!!" Rachel said happily, thinking she'd finally found a deal.
"No!"
"D'oh!!" she exclaimed, frustrated. She paused, then a little smile crept across her face. "I've got it!"
"You don't have it," he said suspiciously.
"I have so got it." She cleared her throat. "Well, you said that Joanna would be gone for a couple of hours." She moved in close to him. "So, I'm thinking... a little touchy... a little licky... a little sucky..."
Rachel's eyes matched the seductive tone of her voice. Her tight body was invitingly close.
"Well, oral IS good..." Chandler said, with feigned contemplation. "But won't Sophie wonder why you're in here for so long?"
"No, she's really not that smart..." she said matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Okay. In that case, I'm thinking of something... that rhymes with oral..."
Rachel thought for a moment. Then she took a quick step back.
"NO! No deal!" she said, pointing her finger at him.
"Oh, come on. What's the big deal?"
"Look, I didn't even let Ross do that when we were dating... and I was in love with him. There's no way I'm gonna let you put YOUR thing..."
"All right, all right... calm down. How about just some good old fashioned sex on the desk?"
Rachel looked at him with suspicion.
"Okay, but only if I get some oral too. I need to get something out of this, too, ya know. Deal?"
She extended her hand, except instead of offering to shake his, she did a more appropriate thing, and placed it on his crotch. Chandler looked down.
"Deal!" he said putting his free hand on her breast. They each gently squeezed their handful.
"Now, unlock me."
Rachel retrieved the key from her pocket.
"So can I pretend that you're my secretary? 'Miss Green, can you come in her and take some DICK-tation?'"
He laughed, but received only a testy look from Rachel.
"Look. Don't push it," she warned.
Rachel reached up to unlock the handcuffs that held him to the filing cabinet. But she paused, and looked at him with a nasty smile.
"Hmmm... you can't really move until I unlock you..."
"Yes, that's kind of how handcuffs are designed to work," Chandler snapped back. Rachel was undaunted.
"Well, what if I'm not ready to unlock you?"
She slid the key in her pocket and pushed down the front of Chandler's boxers.
"What if I want to do some stuff to you while you're cuffed to that filing cabinet?"
She began to stroke his now-hard rod. She could tell that he liked her idea, even if he could only stammer a response.
"I'm beginning to see why Joanna wanted to have you as a boy-toy. Except as MY boy-toy, I'm going to treat you real nice," she moved in and kissed him with her last words.
Rachel squatted in front of Chandler, slowly stroking his rod, and looking up at him.
"I think I want to play with my toy... a little touchy..." she whispered, "a little licky..." She licked the length of his cock.
"A little sucky..." She placed her mouth over his head and gently suckled on the end.
"A little more sucky..." she purred. The head went back in, and she sucked long and hard.
"AAAWWWWWWW!" Chandler groaned.
"SHHH!" Rachel shushed him, "Sophie's still at her desk. We can't let her hear us. She's dense, but she's not deaf."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered back, " but it's really hard not to..."
"Well do I have to stop?"
"No no, let's not get hasty. I'll be quiet. I promise."
"Okay," she smiled seductively, "because I want to keep sucking on my toy."
Rachel was jacking his dick as she held the front of his underwear down.
"Y'know, these are just in the way. I don't think I want them on you anymore," she decided.
With that, she pulled down Chandler's boxers and gently slapped his feet to get him to step out of them. Her hands glided back up. She slowly stroked his rod and fondled his balls.
"There. Isn't that much better? Just think of it as a different kind of freedom," she said as she put Chandler back in her mouth.
Rachel held his thighs as she rocked her body back and forth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. Chandler watched his beautiful friend sucking his cock, and tried for all he was worth not to make a sound.
Her movements gradually transferred from her whole body to just her head, allowing a faster blowjob as it moved back and forth. Chandler rested his head on the file drawer behind him, breathing hard.
Rachel's mouth left his cock, and her hand took over, stroking him in time with her previous sucking.
"Does my boy like the way I suck his toy?"
Her lips were instantly on his sack, sucking on one of his balls.
"Oh yeah!" he said in a low tone.
"Good, because I wouldn't want him to re-neg on our deal," she said, then slowly licked the bottom of his shaft as she watched him.
"Oh, I won't," he promised.
With one last series of licks and sucks, Rachel stood, and moved in close to him.
"You actually thought I might let you do me in the ass, huh? So, do you like my ass, Chandler?" she teased.
"Oh yes, it's very very nice," he said nervously.
Rachel was wearing a dark grey pantsuit. She turned around and pulled the jacket up to reveal her butt. It filled the cut of her pants nicely; tight enough to be a little provocative, yet still very professional for the office.
"I think I have a nice ass, too. I work very hard at it, you know..."
She backed into his hard rod, and rubbed the shaft with her butt cheeks.
"... making sure that it's firm... and tight... and sexy... I want guys to want to fuck it... but you know that they can't..."
A small drop of precum beaded out onto the fabric.
"Uh, Rach... if you keep that up... I'm probably going to blow my load all over your suit."
She laughed sexily and turned around.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we," she said as she reached up and unlocked the handcuff from the drawer handle. "Why don't you go sit in Joanna's chair."
Chandler went and sat down. Rachel strolled around the end of the desk and came up behind him. She ran her fingers through his hair, then teasingly jerked his head back so he was looking up at her. She leaned over and kissed his mouth, upside down. A long wet kiss.
"Time for your part of the bargain."
Rachel spun him around to face her. She undid the single button on her jacket, and allowed it to fall open. Removing it, Rachel tossed it across the desk. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt under it. Rachel looked at Chandler sitting there in only a blue dress shirt.
"I don't think you should leave that unattended," she smiled.
Chandler caught her meaning and gladly stroked his rod as he watched his sexy friend strip.
Rachel unzipped her slacks, stepped out of them, and draped them over her jacket. Beneath her v-neck top, her obviously erect nipples told Chandler that her only underwear was the lacy yellow thong that hung loosely in front of her trimmed snatch of hair. It was held on only by simple strings as straps. She stepped toward him.
"Take this off me."
Chandler gently pulled on the front and saw the pussy hair that was veiled by the lace. His hands eased her thong down her thighs, and it fell the rest of the way to her ankles. Rachel lifted her high heels, one by one, to step out of it.
His hand traveled upward, and he brushed his fingers across her pussy. She was already quite wet. Rachel read his mind.
"Giving head always gets me VERY horny," she explained.
Chandler slowly rubbed her pussy lips as Rachel ran her fingers through his hair.
"Mmmm, yeah," she said softly.
His other hand moved up and under her shirt, and groped her breast.
"Oh, yeah," Rachel moaned, brushing her long hair from her face. "Oh, Chandler, sweetie, I like this and all... but I REALLY need you to lick me."
"Well, that was part of the deal..." he agreed, trying to hide his excitement.
Rachel moved between Chandler and the desk. She leaned back against it, giving him the slightest peek at her pussy. He leaned in and gave her a little lick. She gasped at the tingling in her clit.
"You need to be up on the desk," he suggested.
She hopped up on her boss' desk and put her high heels up on the arms of the chair. Chandler sat between them, and had a wonderful view of her slim thighs, shaved pussy, and little clit. He ran his hand up her leg, caressing it from ankle to puss.
Chandler rolled the chair toward her, bringing her feet much closer to her butt. He placed the flat of his tongue against Rachel's pussy and slowly licked it. Rachel let out a little moan.
"Remember... no noise," he whispered.
Rachel replied, a bit annoyed, though not at him, "I know... I know!"
Chandler enjoyed the tables being turned, and he resolved to make it good. He traced the outside of Rachel's labia with his tongue. He wanted to tease her. Make her want more than she was getting.
He flicked the tip of this tongue gently across her clit, barely brushing it. He softly blew cold air onto it, making her shiver.
"Oh god, you're killing me," she whispered in frustration. "Just lick me, dammit."
Chandler smiled at her. She returned a glare of irritation, mixed with desire, though she tried to hide a little grin.
He leaned in and placed his whole mouth over her pussy and licked her lips up and down.
"Oh yeah... that's it," she moaned, finally getting some relief. "Just like that... oh... yeah, lick it good."
She squeezed her breast, then realizing that it wasn't enough, she slid her hand under her shirt and rubbed her nipple.
Chandler's tongue weaved in and out of her folds, as though it were searching for something. Licking and licking and licking. Persistently taking Rachel higher.
"Yes," she whispered, "oh Chandler, yes... lick it... lick it..."
She put her hands behind her, resting them on the desk, and rotated her hips up, so he could service her more completely.
Chandler's tongue probed deeper and deeper into Rachel. She was whimpering with each new feeling. It was as if her flesh knew exactly where his tongue would go next, and began tingling a moment before it received its wet touch.
Rachel was trying very hard to keep her sounds quiet. But it was so difficult for her with what she was feeling between her legs.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...ahhh..." she whined, softly.
She felt Chandler's tongue move up to her clit, his lips close around it, and then the most amazing jolt as it was given a good, long suck. Her lips were firmly closed, trying to hold in the moans that longed to escape.
"Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..."
Then she whispered, "Chandler, I can't take much more. I need you to go in me... please."
Chandler left her pussy with a gentle kiss, then helped bring her legs down to the ground.
"Turn around," he suggested.
Rachel had given up the whole 'boy-toy' game, and simply wanted him in her. She followed his lead.
"Bend over the desk," he whispered as he gently pushed her onto the surface.
Chandler looked down at Rachel. Long light brown hair. Slim, athletic body. Gorgeous round ass. Her feet were just over a shoulder width apart. Rachel was in the perfect fucking position. For just pure sex, Chandler liked this best.
Rachel's cheek rested on the glossy wood and her eyes were closed, as she waited for the sensation that she knew would come. There was the first of it; a soft cockhead rubbing on her wet pussy.
"More, more," she thought.
Then pressure began to build at the entrance to her cunt.
"Yes," she mouthed.
Rachel could feel her pussy lips slowly parting as Chandler tantalizingly started to fill her.
"More, more," this time, whispering.
Little by little, in a teasingly slow fashion, Rachel felt herself being filled with a warm hard cock. She groaned as loudly as she dared.
Chandler began drawing his dick out of Rachel, then he pushed it back in. Drawing and pushing, over and over. Rachel dwelt on every increment of motion inside her.
"OH!" she whimpered quietly, "oh, yes... please..."
Chandler looked around the room as he fucked Rachel. Office furnishings... filing cabinets... professional-looking decorations.
"Hell, if Rachel worked for me..." he thought.
Then his mind went to his own office...
Rachel bent over his desk. Fucking him for her raise.
"Well, Rachel, you've learned some excellent skills this year. And you'll get an extra 5% if you let me do you in the ass, tomorrow. So, what should I tell payroll, Miss Green?"
Another scene entered his mind...
Rachel walking in, wearing a business suit with a short skirt and high heels. He was looking at her shapely legs. Running his hand up her thigh to her stocking-top.
"Time for your daily blowjob, Mr. Bing," she'd say.
Then she would dutifully drop to her knees and blow him until he came in her mouth.
Suddenly, in his mind, he was behind the counter at Central Perk. The place was full of customers. Joey, Phoebe, and Monica sitting on the couch. Ross in the big chair.
No one even aware that Rachel was crouched behind the counter with his cock in her mouth. She was wearing one of the cute outfits from her waitress days. Little apron. Short skirt. Black hose. Sleeveless denim shirt. Hair up. Just sucking away.
"Say, Monica," he'd call across the room, "You're a chef. Could you come here a minute? Rachel needs your help with a taste-test."
Monica would walk across the room and disappear behind the counter, as everyone went about their business...
Chandler caressed Rachel's ass and ran his hand under her shirt to rub her back. She felt the cold steel of the handcuff, still around his wrist, dragging up and down her skin.
"Fuck me, my boy-toy," she thought, indulging again in her fantasy.
She imagined Chandler handcuffed to their radiator, naked. She'd come home and kiss him passionately. Just the kiss would get him hard. She'd lift her skirt and pull his face to her pussy. He'd gratefully lap away, driving her to an orgasm that would wash away the day's stress.
Sometimes she would let Monica play with her little boy-toy. In her mind, her roomie was sliding up and down on Chandler's dick as he sat, leaning against the wall.
Rachel would walk over, caress Monica's body, then put her breast in her dark-haired roommate's mouth. Monica would suck Rachel's tit, while Chandler fingered her pussy.
After Monica was done with him, Rachel would take her place on Chandler. Monica would lick her nipple and rub her clit, as she rode him...
Neither realized that they were making far more noise than intended.
Suddenly they both snapped back to reality. Their faces turned up, and they froze, staring at the door as it opened.
"Rachel, is everything all r-"
Sophie's look was even more panicked than theirs. In one glance, she took in the sight of men's pants on the back of a chair, Rachel's pantsuit draped over Joanna's desk, and her coworker bent over her boss' desk with her friend laying across her back.
"Yes, yes, everything's fine. Bye-bye, now," Chandler said, rushed.
"Sophie, I can explain everything," Rachel said without moving. "Just... just let us finish and I'll be right out."
Sophie only nodded, the frightened look never leaving her face as she closed the door behind her.
"Well, so much for being quiet," Chandler said.
"Oh thank god," Rachel sighed, relieved. "Now fuck me."
Chandler resumed his thrusts, and immediately realized that Rachel had given up on holding back her moans.
"Ohhhh yeah... oh Chandler... yeah... do it... do it..."
Rachel felt the weight of his body pushing her into the table. So erotic to her.
"Deeper... go deeper," she panted.
He stood, and wrapped his fingers around her waist slightly pulling her to himself as he reached the bottom of each thrust.
"AAWWWHHH..." she moaned, feeling his head press against the top of her vagina. "Now harder... fuck me harder."
Chandler slowly withdrew his rod, then rammed it into her.
"FUCK, yes," she screamed.
He did this again and again, feeling her ass slap against his stomach, each time.
Rachel was tightly gripping the curved front edge of the desk with her outstretched hands. Her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. She groaned through clenched teeth.
"Fuck me, Chandler... nail me good and hard... UHN... UHN... now faster... UHN... bang me faster, boy-TOY!"
Chandler was completely aroused by hearing his friend talk like this. He was determined to make her cum. He pounded her as hard and deep and fast as he could.
"UHnnUHNnnUHNnnUHnnUHNnUHNnn..." Rachel gave out a long groan, punctuated by his thrusts.
Chandler's face was flushed and his breathing sounded like an old steam train. He was so close, but he was holding back as long as he could, hoping that Rachel would cum first.
Soon, her body surrendered to her orgasm.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed. Then she felt hot cum shooting into her. "OHHHHhhh... ohhhhh... mmmmm... yeah... yeahhh... cum... in me... cum..."
Chandler's thrusting abated as they both felt the climax ease away.
A few minutes later, with Chandler re-secured to the chair, Rachel walked out of Joanna's office. Sophie's back was to the door, and she discretely pulled her hand out from under her skirt.
As Rachel tossed a bundle of soiled Kleenex in the wastebasket, she said, "Um, look, Sophie... about what you saw before..." she laughed nervously as she went on, "and I guess what you heard..."
Her coworker interrupted.
"Look, Rachel, I understand, and I won't say anything to anyone."
Rachel noticed that her voice was unusually tense and she had an anxious look on her face.
"But if you could catch my phone for a little bit... I uh, need to go do something..."
Without waiting for a yes, Sophie got up and headed to the ladies room.
"I'll be, um, 10 or 15 minutes."
Rachel sat down, smiling and trying to get her mind back on work. But all she could think of was Chandler sitting in that office. No pants. Handcuffed to the chair.
She gently pressed her hand against her crotch.
Looking up at the clock, she realized that her boss would be at least another half-hour. Rachel calculated whether there would be enough time...
THE END
Thinking they were going to sneak a peek at the Christmas bonus list, Rachel and Sophie used a hidden spare key to get into the office, and found Chandler in this compromising position. They left, with Sophie freaked out and Rachel mad. Despite Rachel's anger with him, Chandler convinced her to unlock the handcuffs and let him leave.
But no sooner had she done so, than she realized that Joanna would come back, find Chandler gone, and know that Rachel was involved. In the frantic rush of activity, Chandler became handcuffed to the filing cabinet beside the door.
"Chandler! Chandler, please, I have to get you locked up back the way you were, I am sooo gonna lose my job, she's very private about her office. Now I know why," Rachel pleaded.
"Hey, look, you're in trouble either way! Okay? If she comes back and sees me locked to this instead of the chair, she's gonna know you were in here. So you might as well just let me go," Chandler knew that he had Rachel in a no-win situation.
"What if I clean your bathroom for a month?" she suggested.
"It still wouldn't be clean," he replied, eliciting a look of disgust from Rachel. "All I want is my freedom."
"Foot rubs for a month!" she offered.
"Freedom!" he insisted.
"I'll take all of your photos and put them into photo albums!"
"Freedom! I want my freedom! Why won't you hear me?!" Chandler opened the door and called to Rachel's coworker, "Sophie, help me! Help me!!" Sophie stood up to help.
"Sophie, sit!!" Rachel ordered. Like a little dog, Sophie obeyed.
Rachel quickly closed the door and stuffed Chandler's tie in his mouth, as a gag.
"No! Would you just calm down!" she said to Chandler, her own calmness completely gone.
Chandler tried to scream a little bit, then realized that he could simply spit out his gag. It left his mouth with a 'pouf'.
"I'm gonna say this for the last time," Chandler began with measured tones. "Would you please just…"
As he was speaking, he moved his arm and the upper file drawer rolled out. It hit him in the back of the head, enhancing his irritation with Rachel. Undeterred, she continued the negotiations.
"I uh... will buy and wrap all of your Christmas gifts."
"No!"
"I, ah… Oh! I'll squeeze you fresh orange juice every morning!"
"With extra pulp?" he asked, with false brightness.
"Yeah!!" Rachel said happily, thinking she'd finally found a deal.
"No!"
"D'oh!!" she exclaimed, frustrated. She paused, then a little smile crept across her face. "I've got it!"
"You don't have it," he said suspiciously.
"I have so got it." She cleared her throat. "Well, you said that Joanna would be gone for a couple of hours." She moved in close to him. "So, I'm thinking... a little touchy... a little licky... a little sucky..."
Rachel's eyes matched the seductive tone of her voice. Her tight body was invitingly close.
"Well, oral IS good..." Chandler said, with feigned contemplation. "But won't Sophie wonder why you're in here for so long?"
"No, she's really not that smart..." she said matter-of-factly.
"Oh. Okay. In that case, I'm thinking of something... that rhymes with oral..."
Rachel thought for a moment. Then she took a quick step back.
"NO! No deal!" she said, pointing her finger at him.
"Oh, come on. What's the big deal?"
"Look, I didn't even let Ross do that when we were dating... and I was in love with him. There's no way I'm gonna let you put YOUR thing..."
"All right, all right... calm down. How about just some good old fashioned sex on the desk?"
Rachel looked at him with suspicion.
"Okay, but only if I get some oral too. I need to get something out of this, too, ya know. Deal?"
She extended her hand, except instead of offering to shake his, she did a more appropriate thing, and placed it on his crotch. Chandler looked down.
"Deal!" he said putting his free hand on her breast. They each gently squeezed their handful.
"Now, unlock me."
Rachel retrieved the key from her pocket.
"So can I pretend that you're my secretary? 'Miss Green, can you come in her and take some DICK-tation?'"
He laughed, but received only a testy look from Rachel.
"Look. Don't push it," she warned.
Rachel reached up to unlock the handcuffs that held him to the filing cabinet. But she paused, and looked at him with a nasty smile.
"Hmmm... you can't really move until I unlock you..."
"Yes, that's kind of how handcuffs are designed to work," Chandler snapped back. Rachel was undaunted.
"Well, what if I'm not ready to unlock you?"
She slid the key in her pocket and pushed down the front of Chandler's boxers.
"What if I want to do some stuff to you while you're cuffed to that filing cabinet?"
She began to stroke his now-hard rod. She could tell that he liked her idea, even if he could only stammer a response.
"I'm beginning to see why Joanna wanted to have you as a boy-toy. Except as MY boy-toy, I'm going to treat you real nice," she moved in and kissed him with her last words.
Rachel squatted in front of Chandler, slowly stroking his rod, and looking up at him.
"I think I want to play with my toy... a little touchy..." she whispered, "a little licky..." She licked the length of his cock.
"A little sucky..." She placed her mouth over his head and gently suckled on the end.
"A little more sucky..." she purred. The head went back in, and she sucked long and hard.
"AAAWWWWWWW!" Chandler groaned.
"SHHH!" Rachel shushed him, "Sophie's still at her desk. We can't let her hear us. She's dense, but she's not deaf."
"Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispered back, " but it's really hard not to..."
"Well do I have to stop?"
"No no, let's not get hasty. I'll be quiet. I promise."
"Okay," she smiled seductively, "because I want to keep sucking on my toy."
Rachel was jacking his dick as she held the front of his underwear down.
"Y'know, these are just in the way. I don't think I want them on you anymore," she decided.
With that, she pulled down Chandler's boxers and gently slapped his feet to get him to step out of them. Her hands glided back up. She slowly stroked his rod and fondled his balls.
"There. Isn't that much better? Just think of it as a different kind of freedom," she said as she put Chandler back in her mouth.
Rachel held his thighs as she rocked her body back and forth, sliding her lips up and down his shaft. Chandler watched his beautiful friend sucking his cock, and tried for all he was worth not to make a sound.
Her movements gradually transferred from her whole body to just her head, allowing a faster blowjob as it moved back and forth. Chandler rested his head on the file drawer behind him, breathing hard.
Rachel's mouth left his cock, and her hand took over, stroking him in time with her previous sucking.
"Does my boy like the way I suck his toy?"
Her lips were instantly on his sack, sucking on one of his balls.
"Oh yeah!" he said in a low tone.
"Good, because I wouldn't want him to re-neg on our deal," she said, then slowly licked the bottom of his shaft as she watched him.
"Oh, I won't," he promised.
With one last series of licks and sucks, Rachel stood, and moved in close to him.
"You actually thought I might let you do me in the ass, huh? So, do you like my ass, Chandler?" she teased.
"Oh yes, it's very very nice," he said nervously.
Rachel was wearing a dark grey pantsuit. She turned around and pulled the jacket up to reveal her butt. It filled the cut of her pants nicely; tight enough to be a little provocative, yet still very professional for the office.
"I think I have a nice ass, too. I work very hard at it, you know..."
She backed into his hard rod, and rubbed the shaft with her butt cheeks.
"... making sure that it's firm... and tight... and sexy... I want guys to want to fuck it... but you know that they can't..."
A small drop of precum beaded out onto the fabric.
"Uh, Rach... if you keep that up... I'm probably going to blow my load all over your suit."
She laughed sexily and turned around.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we," she said as she reached up and unlocked the handcuff from the drawer handle. "Why don't you go sit in Joanna's chair."
Chandler went and sat down. Rachel strolled around the end of the desk and came up behind him. She ran her fingers through his hair, then teasingly jerked his head back so he was looking up at her. She leaned over and kissed his mouth, upside down. A long wet kiss.
"Time for your part of the bargain."
Rachel spun him around to face her. She undid the single button on her jacket, and allowed it to fall open. Removing it, Rachel tossed it across the desk. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt under it. Rachel looked at Chandler sitting there in only a blue dress shirt.
"I don't think you should leave that unattended," she smiled.
Chandler caught her meaning and gladly stroked his rod as he watched his sexy friend strip.
Rachel unzipped her slacks, stepped out of them, and draped them over her jacket. Beneath her v-neck top, her obviously erect nipples told Chandler that her only underwear was the lacy yellow thong that hung loosely in front of her trimmed snatch of hair. It was held on only by simple strings as straps. She stepped toward him.
"Take this off me."
Chandler gently pulled on the front and saw the pussy hair that was veiled by the lace. His hands eased her thong down her thighs, and it fell the rest of the way to her ankles. Rachel lifted her high heels, one by one, to step out of it.
His hand traveled upward, and he brushed his fingers across her pussy. She was already quite wet. Rachel read his mind.
"Giving head always gets me VERY horny," she explained.
Chandler slowly rubbed her pussy lips as Rachel ran her fingers through his hair.
"Mmmm, yeah," she said softly.
His other hand moved up and under her shirt, and groped her breast.
"Oh, yeah," Rachel moaned, brushing her long hair from her face. "Oh, Chandler, sweetie, I like this and all... but I REALLY need you to lick me."
"Well, that was part of the deal..." he agreed, trying to hide his excitement.
Rachel moved between Chandler and the desk. She leaned back against it, giving him the slightest peek at her pussy. He leaned in and gave her a little lick. She gasped at the tingling in her clit.
"You need to be up on the desk," he suggested.
She hopped up on her boss' desk and put her high heels up on the arms of the chair. Chandler sat between them, and had a wonderful view of her slim thighs, shaved pussy, and little clit. He ran his hand up her leg, caressing it from ankle to puss.
Chandler rolled the chair toward her, bringing her feet much closer to her butt. He placed the flat of his tongue against Rachel's pussy and slowly licked it. Rachel let out a little moan.
"Remember... no noise," he whispered.
Rachel replied, a bit annoyed, though not at him, "I know... I know!"
Chandler enjoyed the tables being turned, and he resolved to make it good. He traced the outside of Rachel's labia with his tongue. He wanted to tease her. Make her want more than she was getting.
He flicked the tip of this tongue gently across her clit, barely brushing it. He softly blew cold air onto it, making her shiver.
"Oh god, you're killing me," she whispered in frustration. "Just lick me, dammit."
Chandler smiled at her. She returned a glare of irritation, mixed with desire, though she tried to hide a little grin.
He leaned in and placed his whole mouth over her pussy and licked her lips up and down.
"Oh yeah... that's it," she moaned, finally getting some relief. "Just like that... oh... yeah, lick it good."
She squeezed her breast, then realizing that it wasn't enough, she slid her hand under her shirt and rubbed her nipple.
Chandler's tongue weaved in and out of her folds, as though it were searching for something. Licking and licking and licking. Persistently taking Rachel higher.
"Yes," she whispered, "oh Chandler, yes... lick it... lick it..."
She put her hands behind her, resting them on the desk, and rotated her hips up, so he could service her more completely.
Chandler's tongue probed deeper and deeper into Rachel. She was whimpering with each new feeling. It was as if her flesh knew exactly where his tongue would go next, and began tingling a moment before it received its wet touch.
Rachel was trying very hard to keep her sounds quiet. But it was so difficult for her with what she was feeling between her legs.
"Ahhh... ahhh... ahhh...ahhh..." she whined, softly.
She felt Chandler's tongue move up to her clit, his lips close around it, and then the most amazing jolt as it was given a good, long suck. Her lips were firmly closed, trying to hold in the moans that longed to escape.
"Mmmmm... mmmmm... mmmmm..."
Then she whispered, "Chandler, I can't take much more. I need you to go in me... please."
Chandler left her pussy with a gentle kiss, then helped bring her legs down to the ground.
"Turn around," he suggested.
Rachel had given up the whole 'boy-toy' game, and simply wanted him in her. She followed his lead.
"Bend over the desk," he whispered as he gently pushed her onto the surface.
Chandler looked down at Rachel. Long light brown hair. Slim, athletic body. Gorgeous round ass. Her feet were just over a shoulder width apart. Rachel was in the perfect fucking position. For just pure sex, Chandler liked this best.
Rachel's cheek rested on the glossy wood and her eyes were closed, as she waited for the sensation that she knew would come. There was the first of it; a soft cockhead rubbing on her wet pussy.
"More, more," she thought.
Then pressure began to build at the entrance to her cunt.
"Yes," she mouthed.
Rachel could feel her pussy lips slowly parting as Chandler tantalizingly started to fill her.
"More, more," this time, whispering.
Little by little, in a teasingly slow fashion, Rachel felt herself being filled with a warm hard cock. She groaned as loudly as she dared.
Chandler began drawing his dick out of Rachel, then he pushed it back in. Drawing and pushing, over and over. Rachel dwelt on every increment of motion inside her.
"OH!" she whimpered quietly, "oh, yes... please..."
Chandler looked around the room as he fucked Rachel. Office furnishings... filing cabinets... professional-looking decorations.
"Hell, if Rachel worked for me..." he thought.
Then his mind went to his own office...
Rachel bent over his desk. Fucking him for her raise.
"Well, Rachel, you've learned some excellent skills this year. And you'll get an extra 5% if you let me do you in the ass, tomorrow. So, what should I tell payroll, Miss Green?"
Another scene entered his mind...
Rachel walking in, wearing a business suit with a short skirt and high heels. He was looking at her shapely legs. Running his hand up her thigh to her stocking-top.
"Time for your daily blowjob, Mr. Bing," she'd say.
Then she would dutifully drop to her knees and blow him until he came in her mouth.
Suddenly, in his mind, he was behind the counter at Central Perk. The place was full of customers. Joey, Phoebe, and Monica sitting on the couch. Ross in the big chair.
No one even aware that Rachel was crouched behind the counter with his cock in her mouth. She was wearing one of the cute outfits from her waitress days. Little apron. Short skirt. Black hose. Sleeveless denim shirt. Hair up. Just sucking away.
"Say, Monica," he'd call across the room, "You're a chef. Could you come here a minute? Rachel needs your help with a taste-test."
Monica would walk across the room and disappear behind the counter, as everyone went about their business...
Chandler caressed Rachel's ass and ran his hand under her shirt to rub her back. She felt the cold steel of the handcuff, still around his wrist, dragging up and down her skin.
"Fuck me, my boy-toy," she thought, indulging again in her fantasy.
She imagined Chandler handcuffed to their radiator, naked. She'd come home and kiss him passionately. Just the kiss would get him hard. She'd lift her skirt and pull his face to her pussy. He'd gratefully lap away, driving her to an orgasm that would wash away the day's stress.
Sometimes she would let Monica play with her little boy-toy. In her mind, her roomie was sliding up and down on Chandler's dick as he sat, leaning against the wall.
Rachel would walk over, caress Monica's body, then put her breast in her dark-haired roommate's mouth. Monica would suck Rachel's tit, while Chandler fingered her pussy.
After Monica was done with him, Rachel would take her place on Chandler. Monica would lick her nipple and rub her clit, as she rode him...
Neither realized that they were making far more noise than intended.
Suddenly they both snapped back to reality. Their faces turned up, and they froze, staring at the door as it opened.
"Rachel, is everything all r-"
Sophie's look was even more panicked than theirs. In one glance, she took in the sight of men's pants on the back of a chair, Rachel's pantsuit draped over Joanna's desk, and her coworker bent over her boss' desk with her friend laying across her back.
"Yes, yes, everything's fine. Bye-bye, now," Chandler said, rushed.
"Sophie, I can explain everything," Rachel said without moving. "Just... just let us finish and I'll be right out."
Sophie only nodded, the frightened look never leaving her face as she closed the door behind her.
"Well, so much for being quiet," Chandler said.
"Oh thank god," Rachel sighed, relieved. "Now fuck me."
Chandler resumed his thrusts, and immediately realized that Rachel had given up on holding back her moans.
"Ohhhh yeah... oh Chandler... yeah... do it... do it..."
Rachel felt the weight of his body pushing her into the table. So erotic to her.
"Deeper... go deeper," she panted.
He stood, and wrapped his fingers around her waist slightly pulling her to himself as he reached the bottom of each thrust.
"AAWWWHHH..." she moaned, feeling his head press against the top of her vagina. "Now harder... fuck me harder."
Chandler slowly withdrew his rod, then rammed it into her.
"FUCK, yes," she screamed.
He did this again and again, feeling her ass slap against his stomach, each time.
Rachel was tightly gripping the curved front edge of the desk with her outstretched hands. Her beautiful face contorted in pleasure. She groaned through clenched teeth.
"Fuck me, Chandler... nail me good and hard... UHN... UHN... now faster... UHN... bang me faster, boy-TOY!"
Chandler was completely aroused by hearing his friend talk like this. He was determined to make her cum. He pounded her as hard and deep and fast as he could.
"UHnnUHNnnUHNnnUHnnUHNnUHNnn..." Rachel gave out a long groan, punctuated by his thrusts.
Chandler's face was flushed and his breathing sounded like an old steam train. He was so close, but he was holding back as long as he could, hoping that Rachel would cum first.
Soon, her body surrendered to her orgasm.
"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" she screamed. Then she felt hot cum shooting into her. "OHHHHhhh... ohhhhh... mmmmm... yeah... yeahhh... cum... in me... cum..."
Chandler's thrusting abated as they both felt the climax ease away.
A few minutes later, with Chandler re-secured to the chair, Rachel walked out of Joanna's office. Sophie's back was to the door, and she discretely pulled her hand out from under her skirt.
As Rachel tossed a bundle of soiled Kleenex in the wastebasket, she said, "Um, look, Sophie... about what you saw before..." she laughed nervously as she went on, "and I guess what you heard..."
Her coworker interrupted.
"Look, Rachel, I understand, and I won't say anything to anyone."
Rachel noticed that her voice was unusually tense and she had an anxious look on her face.
"But if you could catch my phone for a little bit... I uh, need to go do something..."
Without waiting for a yes, Sophie got up and headed to the ladies room.
"I'll be, um, 10 or 15 minutes."
Rachel sat down, smiling and trying to get her mind back on work. But all she could think of was Chandler sitting in that office. No pants. Handcuffed to the chair.
She gently pressed her hand against her crotch.
Looking up at the clock, she realized that her boss would be at least another half-hour. Rachel calculated whether there would be enough time...
THE END
Sabtu, 07 Agustus 2010
A Chance For Pleasure - 2
She looked up at me again as I stepped out of my shorts then took the end into her mouth.
I nearly came on the spot. My wife hadn't done that to me in years and although Janine was nervous I'm sure she'd done this before. I placed my hands on either side of her head and slowly joined in the backwards and forwards movement as my cock slid in and out of her mouth.
"Oh yeah that's it, suck my cock you gorgeous lady. Suck it."
My naughty secretary was doing a real number on me and this was what I'd been craving. Realising that the bath was almost full I decided on a strategy of shoot my load then have a bath with her. I couldn't decide whether to unload into her mouth or all over her face and tits. If I did it would be a big load and I would last longer the next time. I took threw my glasses onto the desk.
I grabbed hold of her head and started to increase the speed and depth of my thrusts into her mouth. I wanted my first blow to be special. An idea struck me.
"Hold on gorgeous" I pulled my cock out of her mouth leaving her a little dazed. I grabbed the footrest and pulled it towards us my cock flying around like a lance. Using her pert little tits I steered Janine off the end of the bed and sat her on the footrest so her arse was just hanging over the edge. She giggled.
"Take my cock back into your mouth and shuffle your arse so it's hanging over the edge."
"God this feels so dirty, are you going to come in my mouth?"
"I haven't decided yet I was wondering whether to paint a pretty pattern over your tits or arse. Whatever happens I'm not far off coming. Take me deep into your mouth."
She obliged her gorgeous face glowing as she closed her lips around my cock and made a real go of sliding it to the back of her throat. The view was breathtaking.
"That's it gorgeous. Suck my cock. Play with your gorgeous titties."
Her hands dropped to her tits and I watched as she massaged her little grapefruit sized tits. She started to pull quite hard on her nipples and I could feel a gorgeous vibration on my cock as she moaned with it in her mouth.
"Oh yes you gorgeous bitch suck my cock. Faster, yes. Take your hands and pull your arse cheeks apart."
I watched as she let go of her tits and placed a hand on each buttock. She gave a sexy wiggle and pulled each buttock apart. I reached down and pulled her forward using her nipples. This increased the stretch on her arse and I saw her pucker.
"Oh god yes I'm going to come .. here it comes... get ready AAHH Janine...'
Janine tensed up as my first spasm went into her mouth. She gagged so I pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up. Taking my cock in my left hand I rubbed her firm tits with my cock spraying a little cum over her neck and tits. As the spasms decreased I turned her round, bent her over the stool so her elbows were resting on it and rubbed my cock on her arse crack letting the last of the cum coat her arse.
"Oh god that was good. You're an amazing, sexy woman with a horny body." I gasped.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never had cum in my mouth before."
She was rubbing my cum into her tits.
"I'll be washing that off soon, let's get in to the bath."
I turned off the taps and let some water out before we both squeezed into the bath. I had picked up the shower/gel and decided that it was Janine's turn to be pleasured. She took off her glasses, kissed me and then climbed into the bath with her back to me. I immediately began soaping her upper body and reached round under her arms to focus on her neck and tits. I washed my spent cock and then we both stood up. I turned her round towards me and started soaping her back moving slowly down to her arse. Her body felt amazing rubbing against mine working up a lather with the bath gel I had soaped her with. I kissed her fully on the mouth conscious of her heavy breathing and slow sensuous sliding movements. She was enjoying this.
"Now for your arse."
I soaped the jiggly globes and cautiously slipped a well-soaped finger in to her arse crack. With my free hand I applied soap directly in to her arse and felt her shudder at the cold. I worked my index finger in to her arse applying pressure and feeling it slide in. as this was a day for crossing boundaries I decided to go for it.
Janine's breathing quickened. My right hand was now at her front massaging her clit and occasionally slipping inside her. My left hand was squeezing her right buttock whilst my index finger slid in and out of her arse. Her resistance was lowered and she was moaning with pleasure. It felt like I was playing a world class cello.
Janine wriggled her body against my double invasion. Her breathing got ragged, she pulled her mouth from mine and held on to my neck, her body starting to tense up. I quickened my pace on her clit and had two fingers up her cunt. I had one finger up her arse and she was dancing on my hands, all the time grinding her little, soaped-up tits into my chest. I could fell her rock hard nipples brushing against my chest. She was loving this. I looked down to see her tits moving around. her areolae were hidden by soaps suds.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes this is so good. Oh yes fuck that feels sooo good.." she was gasping, her eyes shut tight soaking up the pleasure. Her excitement started to get me excited. I decided to risk another finger up her arse.
I slowly started to introduce another finger my hand digging into her deliciously soft buttock. No resistance. She started to cry out. This gorgeous sexy woman was enjoying my hands simulating every hole between her legs. Janine was more or less standing on the sides of the bath riding up and down like a pogo stick.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck yes yes yes yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss that feels so good. Fuck me with your hands...."
Janine stopped shouting out, tensed up and let out a massive sigh. Her legs went limp and her full weight rested on my hands. My fingers were still nicely embedded in her arse and cunt.
She started to relax trying to free herself from my hands. I slowly and carefully released my fingers and kissed her full on her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. I turned her around put her hands against the bathroom wall and while still stood in the bath recovering, I rinsed her off with the shower head. She turned round to look at me her eyes half open and a little smile. I brought the shower head down to her arse and whilst enjoying the view rinsed her arse and pussy.
When she finally spoke it was a relaxed, contented voice.
"I've never come like that before. What you did to me was incredible. What did you do to my arse?."
I looked back at her as she towelled herself dry.
"Nothing compared to what I want to do to it." I replied with a semi serious face.
"What do you mean? You want to... fuck my arse?"
"Yes'
"OOh you naughty boy. I would never have had you down as wanting to stick your cock up my arse when I first saw you on the tram."
"Looks are deceiving I think both of us have experienced a lot so far and will go away from this a lot wiser still. I can't think of a better way to spend a wet Friday afternoon.'
"Oh I agree. You mentioned wiser still...?" A smile crept onto Janine's face.
"Ok then. We're both dry. How about we go back into the bedroom?"
Janine lay back on the bed, legs spread wide and I immediately dived onto her pussy. I spent the next ten minutes making her moan as my tongue danced over her clit and slid slowly in and out of her cunt. Occasionally I would let my tongue dance on to her pucker and slide up her arse. She loved this.
The more Janine moaned the more aroused I became. My cock was now hard and throbbing from earlier. She was pulling and twisting her nipples. I had been used to women with big, heavy tits. This afternoon had definitely improved my opinion on small-breasted women. Janine just lay on her back thrusting her hips up and muttering obscenities,
"Oh yes stick your tongue up my arse you dirty bastard, God I love that. I can't wait to feel you inside me."
She raised her knees and pulled my head away as she experienced a climax. She got up from the bed.
"One second, I almost forgot." Janine reached for my laptop bag and took out the drugstore bag. Bending over, she emptied the contents onto the bed. There was a pack of ribbed condoms and the other box I'd seen which contained a tube of KY Jelly. The little minx had really planned ahead!
I laughed, "KY eh? You knew I was going to fuck you up the arse didn't you?"
"Well I thought if you were able to get me to agree to sex that easily you must be adventurous. I thought it was time I finally got a good rogering up my arse. When I was at uni I stopped my boyfriend from doing it and I've always regretted that and wondered what having my arse fucked would be like. Besides I felt your eyes on my rear long before we spoke. It has been tingling ever since then. It's time to scratch my itch as much as it is yours."
I mulled over the fantasy in my mind. I wanted to start where we had left off before the bath. I wanted everything now before it was time to leave.
"David I'm all yours lets do this."
I pulled the foot stool over.
"Sit on this gorgeous. Like you did before with your arse hanging over the edge. That'll do for starters. Put your glasses on for me like before.'
Janine put on her glasses, they were all she was wearing and she looked spectacular. She took my cock in her hand and started to alternate between rubbing her tits and kissing the tip of it. All the time I had a gorgeous view of her arse and little hanging tits. Her arse had spread nicely on the footrest and I could her pucker nicely reddened from my earlier attentions.
I let her suck on my cock. The saliva making her nipples glisten as she rubbed each one. I applied some pressure to the back of her neck and pushed her down. I picked up the lube and squirted a large dollop into her arse crack. She jumped with the cold so I started to slide my fingers up and down warming the liquid up and occasionally slipping a finger into her tight arsehole. Each time I did I felt a response from her mouth vibrating nicely round my cock.
"Get up on to the bed on your hands and knees and stick your arse up in the air."
Janine slowly relinquished my cock from her mouth and did as she was told. The anticipation was building.
Her cheeks were flushed. She obediently stuck her sweet derriere up into the air accentuating the curve of her back. That arse was spectacular and ripe for fucking!
I toyed with her for a while just blowing on to her cunt and lightly touching her clit. Each time she pushed back trying to prolong my touching but I pulled away. I studied her arse letting her feel my breath on her pucker. Eventually it got to me so with the aid of the KY jelly I started to ease one and then two fingers in to her arse. She was incredibly tight and her breathing was getting deeper. She felt hot and tight inside. With my free hand I slapped each of the arse cheeks making her jump.
"That's it relax. Feel my fingers probing and filling your gorgeous arse. Use your hands to pull your arse open wider."
Janine's hands reached round onto her beautiful arse globes and with her fingers spread out and her painted nails in her arse crack she really pulled her arse wide open to reveal her puckered starfish. I eventually found myself with three fingers to the knuckle sliding in and out of her arse. Her breathing was laboured and I couldn't tell whether she was enjoying herself.
"David fuck me."
I pulled on a condom and slid my cock in to her pussy. Janine cried out and braced herself with her arms on the bed. My cock slid all the way in without any difficulty until I felt my balls touching her pussy. Her cunt muscles were clamping on my cock trying to hold me in place. She was loving this and starting to push back. With my cock deeply embedded in her pussy I jabbed my left thumb into her arsehole. Janine squealed at this, looked over her shoulder and smiled lewdly. Her little tits were hanging down with her hard nipples rubbing against the bed spread. Janine rotated her arse in a slow clockwise motion exposing my cock and then pushing back to take it all the way back in.
"Fuck me now. I want to feel your cock in my arse."
I slid out of her cunt, pulled off the condom and applied some KY to my cock rubbing it from tip to base.
"This is it gorgeous I'm going to fuck your arse."
Janine tensed again as my cock slid into her arse. After I eased my cock head in the pressure subsided. I slid all the way in and it felt incredible!
"Oh yes... my cock is right up your gorgeous, creamy, Welsh arse." I hissed, my head back and eyes closed.
Janine was moaning with a mix of pain and pleasure, her breathing was heavy and laboured. I couldn't see her face to read the expression but this felt good.
As soon as I could feel my balls on her cunt I stopped to savour the moment. It was truly amazing.
"Come on David fuck me! I'm your bitch!" She gasped between deep breaths.
I pulled out again and slid my cock all the way back in making her gorgeous arse cheeks jiggle with each stroke.
"Oh yes... that's good... keep going." Janine's teeth were clenched.
"Come on then bitch, let's make this more interesting." Whilst deeply embedded up her shit hole I put my arms around under her waist and picked her up off the bed to swing her round to face the wall. I positioned her standing in front of the mirror.
My cock was being squeezed as I positioned her exactly as I had fantasized on the train. I put her hands against the wall on either side of the mirror and reached under to grab her tits. I cradled them in my palms and massaged them with big round movements until eventually I was pulling the nipples quite hard to increase the bend in her waist.
"Uh yes, oh yes, fuck my arse, fuck... slam it in my arse... play with my tits..." Janine was now pushing back against my cock and I knew I was ready to blow my load. The view of her face and tits in the mirror was really getting to me.
With my hands mauling her little swaying tits I stroked three more times into her rectum. My stomach and balls were making a neat slapping sound against her nicely spread arse and pussy.
"Janeeeeeen I'm coming. I'm coming in your arse... right up your beautiful Welsh arse."
Janine pushed back extra hard as I came up her arse. My hands were now removed from her tits and raking her buttocks. I wanted to empty my balls in to this beautiful arse. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back harder. I kept moving in small strokes until I slid my cock out leaving her pucker red and open.
Janine just stood there, leaning against the mirror with her well-used bum still sticking back up in the air.
Eventually we curled up and lay on the bed, just recovering and staring, in silence at the ceiling. I know I wanted this sort of liaison to carry on as often as possible.
The silence was broken by the ring tone of my mobile telephone. My car was ready - it was 4:30pm and time to go.
"Typical bloke! You either roll over and go to sleep or run away." Janine joked.
We exchanged mobile numbers and we agreed to meet again soon.
END
I nearly came on the spot. My wife hadn't done that to me in years and although Janine was nervous I'm sure she'd done this before. I placed my hands on either side of her head and slowly joined in the backwards and forwards movement as my cock slid in and out of her mouth.
"Oh yeah that's it, suck my cock you gorgeous lady. Suck it."
My naughty secretary was doing a real number on me and this was what I'd been craving. Realising that the bath was almost full I decided on a strategy of shoot my load then have a bath with her. I couldn't decide whether to unload into her mouth or all over her face and tits. If I did it would be a big load and I would last longer the next time. I took threw my glasses onto the desk.
I grabbed hold of her head and started to increase the speed and depth of my thrusts into her mouth. I wanted my first blow to be special. An idea struck me.
"Hold on gorgeous" I pulled my cock out of her mouth leaving her a little dazed. I grabbed the footrest and pulled it towards us my cock flying around like a lance. Using her pert little tits I steered Janine off the end of the bed and sat her on the footrest so her arse was just hanging over the edge. She giggled.
"Take my cock back into your mouth and shuffle your arse so it's hanging over the edge."
"God this feels so dirty, are you going to come in my mouth?"
"I haven't decided yet I was wondering whether to paint a pretty pattern over your tits or arse. Whatever happens I'm not far off coming. Take me deep into your mouth."
She obliged her gorgeous face glowing as she closed her lips around my cock and made a real go of sliding it to the back of her throat. The view was breathtaking.
"That's it gorgeous. Suck my cock. Play with your gorgeous titties."
Her hands dropped to her tits and I watched as she massaged her little grapefruit sized tits. She started to pull quite hard on her nipples and I could feel a gorgeous vibration on my cock as she moaned with it in her mouth.
"Oh yes you gorgeous bitch suck my cock. Faster, yes. Take your hands and pull your arse cheeks apart."
I watched as she let go of her tits and placed a hand on each buttock. She gave a sexy wiggle and pulled each buttock apart. I reached down and pulled her forward using her nipples. This increased the stretch on her arse and I saw her pucker.
"Oh god yes I'm going to come .. here it comes... get ready AAHH Janine...'
Janine tensed up as my first spasm went into her mouth. She gagged so I pulled out of her mouth and lifted her up. Taking my cock in my left hand I rubbed her firm tits with my cock spraying a little cum over her neck and tits. As the spasms decreased I turned her round, bent her over the stool so her elbows were resting on it and rubbed my cock on her arse crack letting the last of the cum coat her arse.
"Oh god that was good. You're an amazing, sexy woman with a horny body." I gasped.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never had cum in my mouth before."
She was rubbing my cum into her tits.
"I'll be washing that off soon, let's get in to the bath."
I turned off the taps and let some water out before we both squeezed into the bath. I had picked up the shower/gel and decided that it was Janine's turn to be pleasured. She took off her glasses, kissed me and then climbed into the bath with her back to me. I immediately began soaping her upper body and reached round under her arms to focus on her neck and tits. I washed my spent cock and then we both stood up. I turned her round towards me and started soaping her back moving slowly down to her arse. Her body felt amazing rubbing against mine working up a lather with the bath gel I had soaped her with. I kissed her fully on the mouth conscious of her heavy breathing and slow sensuous sliding movements. She was enjoying this.
"Now for your arse."
I soaped the jiggly globes and cautiously slipped a well-soaped finger in to her arse crack. With my free hand I applied soap directly in to her arse and felt her shudder at the cold. I worked my index finger in to her arse applying pressure and feeling it slide in. as this was a day for crossing boundaries I decided to go for it.
Janine's breathing quickened. My right hand was now at her front massaging her clit and occasionally slipping inside her. My left hand was squeezing her right buttock whilst my index finger slid in and out of her arse. Her resistance was lowered and she was moaning with pleasure. It felt like I was playing a world class cello.
Janine wriggled her body against my double invasion. Her breathing got ragged, she pulled her mouth from mine and held on to my neck, her body starting to tense up. I quickened my pace on her clit and had two fingers up her cunt. I had one finger up her arse and she was dancing on my hands, all the time grinding her little, soaped-up tits into my chest. I could fell her rock hard nipples brushing against my chest. She was loving this. I looked down to see her tits moving around. her areolae were hidden by soaps suds.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes this is so good. Oh yes fuck that feels sooo good.." she was gasping, her eyes shut tight soaking up the pleasure. Her excitement started to get me excited. I decided to risk another finger up her arse.
I slowly started to introduce another finger my hand digging into her deliciously soft buttock. No resistance. She started to cry out. This gorgeous sexy woman was enjoying my hands simulating every hole between her legs. Janine was more or less standing on the sides of the bath riding up and down like a pogo stick.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH fuck yes yes yes yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss that feels so good. Fuck me with your hands...."
Janine stopped shouting out, tensed up and let out a massive sigh. Her legs went limp and her full weight rested on my hands. My fingers were still nicely embedded in her arse and cunt.
She started to relax trying to free herself from my hands. I slowly and carefully released my fingers and kissed her full on her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. I turned her around put her hands against the bathroom wall and while still stood in the bath recovering, I rinsed her off with the shower head. She turned round to look at me her eyes half open and a little smile. I brought the shower head down to her arse and whilst enjoying the view rinsed her arse and pussy.
When she finally spoke it was a relaxed, contented voice.
"I've never come like that before. What you did to me was incredible. What did you do to my arse?."
I looked back at her as she towelled herself dry.
"Nothing compared to what I want to do to it." I replied with a semi serious face.
"What do you mean? You want to... fuck my arse?"
"Yes'
"OOh you naughty boy. I would never have had you down as wanting to stick your cock up my arse when I first saw you on the tram."
"Looks are deceiving I think both of us have experienced a lot so far and will go away from this a lot wiser still. I can't think of a better way to spend a wet Friday afternoon.'
"Oh I agree. You mentioned wiser still...?" A smile crept onto Janine's face.
"Ok then. We're both dry. How about we go back into the bedroom?"
Janine lay back on the bed, legs spread wide and I immediately dived onto her pussy. I spent the next ten minutes making her moan as my tongue danced over her clit and slid slowly in and out of her cunt. Occasionally I would let my tongue dance on to her pucker and slide up her arse. She loved this.
The more Janine moaned the more aroused I became. My cock was now hard and throbbing from earlier. She was pulling and twisting her nipples. I had been used to women with big, heavy tits. This afternoon had definitely improved my opinion on small-breasted women. Janine just lay on her back thrusting her hips up and muttering obscenities,
"Oh yes stick your tongue up my arse you dirty bastard, God I love that. I can't wait to feel you inside me."
She raised her knees and pulled my head away as she experienced a climax. She got up from the bed.
"One second, I almost forgot." Janine reached for my laptop bag and took out the drugstore bag. Bending over, she emptied the contents onto the bed. There was a pack of ribbed condoms and the other box I'd seen which contained a tube of KY Jelly. The little minx had really planned ahead!
I laughed, "KY eh? You knew I was going to fuck you up the arse didn't you?"
"Well I thought if you were able to get me to agree to sex that easily you must be adventurous. I thought it was time I finally got a good rogering up my arse. When I was at uni I stopped my boyfriend from doing it and I've always regretted that and wondered what having my arse fucked would be like. Besides I felt your eyes on my rear long before we spoke. It has been tingling ever since then. It's time to scratch my itch as much as it is yours."
I mulled over the fantasy in my mind. I wanted to start where we had left off before the bath. I wanted everything now before it was time to leave.
"David I'm all yours lets do this."
I pulled the foot stool over.
"Sit on this gorgeous. Like you did before with your arse hanging over the edge. That'll do for starters. Put your glasses on for me like before.'
Janine put on her glasses, they were all she was wearing and she looked spectacular. She took my cock in her hand and started to alternate between rubbing her tits and kissing the tip of it. All the time I had a gorgeous view of her arse and little hanging tits. Her arse had spread nicely on the footrest and I could her pucker nicely reddened from my earlier attentions.
I let her suck on my cock. The saliva making her nipples glisten as she rubbed each one. I applied some pressure to the back of her neck and pushed her down. I picked up the lube and squirted a large dollop into her arse crack. She jumped with the cold so I started to slide my fingers up and down warming the liquid up and occasionally slipping a finger into her tight arsehole. Each time I did I felt a response from her mouth vibrating nicely round my cock.
"Get up on to the bed on your hands and knees and stick your arse up in the air."
Janine slowly relinquished my cock from her mouth and did as she was told. The anticipation was building.
Her cheeks were flushed. She obediently stuck her sweet derriere up into the air accentuating the curve of her back. That arse was spectacular and ripe for fucking!
I toyed with her for a while just blowing on to her cunt and lightly touching her clit. Each time she pushed back trying to prolong my touching but I pulled away. I studied her arse letting her feel my breath on her pucker. Eventually it got to me so with the aid of the KY jelly I started to ease one and then two fingers in to her arse. She was incredibly tight and her breathing was getting deeper. She felt hot and tight inside. With my free hand I slapped each of the arse cheeks making her jump.
"That's it relax. Feel my fingers probing and filling your gorgeous arse. Use your hands to pull your arse open wider."
Janine's hands reached round onto her beautiful arse globes and with her fingers spread out and her painted nails in her arse crack she really pulled her arse wide open to reveal her puckered starfish. I eventually found myself with three fingers to the knuckle sliding in and out of her arse. Her breathing was laboured and I couldn't tell whether she was enjoying herself.
"David fuck me."
I pulled on a condom and slid my cock in to her pussy. Janine cried out and braced herself with her arms on the bed. My cock slid all the way in without any difficulty until I felt my balls touching her pussy. Her cunt muscles were clamping on my cock trying to hold me in place. She was loving this and starting to push back. With my cock deeply embedded in her pussy I jabbed my left thumb into her arsehole. Janine squealed at this, looked over her shoulder and smiled lewdly. Her little tits were hanging down with her hard nipples rubbing against the bed spread. Janine rotated her arse in a slow clockwise motion exposing my cock and then pushing back to take it all the way back in.
"Fuck me now. I want to feel your cock in my arse."
I slid out of her cunt, pulled off the condom and applied some KY to my cock rubbing it from tip to base.
"This is it gorgeous I'm going to fuck your arse."
Janine tensed again as my cock slid into her arse. After I eased my cock head in the pressure subsided. I slid all the way in and it felt incredible!
"Oh yes... my cock is right up your gorgeous, creamy, Welsh arse." I hissed, my head back and eyes closed.
Janine was moaning with a mix of pain and pleasure, her breathing was heavy and laboured. I couldn't see her face to read the expression but this felt good.
As soon as I could feel my balls on her cunt I stopped to savour the moment. It was truly amazing.
"Come on David fuck me! I'm your bitch!" She gasped between deep breaths.
I pulled out again and slid my cock all the way back in making her gorgeous arse cheeks jiggle with each stroke.
"Oh yes... that's good... keep going." Janine's teeth were clenched.
"Come on then bitch, let's make this more interesting." Whilst deeply embedded up her shit hole I put my arms around under her waist and picked her up off the bed to swing her round to face the wall. I positioned her standing in front of the mirror.
My cock was being squeezed as I positioned her exactly as I had fantasized on the train. I put her hands against the wall on either side of the mirror and reached under to grab her tits. I cradled them in my palms and massaged them with big round movements until eventually I was pulling the nipples quite hard to increase the bend in her waist.
"Uh yes, oh yes, fuck my arse, fuck... slam it in my arse... play with my tits..." Janine was now pushing back against my cock and I knew I was ready to blow my load. The view of her face and tits in the mirror was really getting to me.
With my hands mauling her little swaying tits I stroked three more times into her rectum. My stomach and balls were making a neat slapping sound against her nicely spread arse and pussy.
"Janeeeeeen I'm coming. I'm coming in your arse... right up your beautiful Welsh arse."
Janine pushed back extra hard as I came up her arse. My hands were now removed from her tits and raking her buttocks. I wanted to empty my balls in to this beautiful arse. I grabbed her buttocks and pulled her back harder. I kept moving in small strokes until I slid my cock out leaving her pucker red and open.
Janine just stood there, leaning against the mirror with her well-used bum still sticking back up in the air.
Eventually we curled up and lay on the bed, just recovering and staring, in silence at the ceiling. I know I wanted this sort of liaison to carry on as often as possible.
The silence was broken by the ring tone of my mobile telephone. My car was ready - it was 4:30pm and time to go.
"Typical bloke! You either roll over and go to sleep or run away." Janine joked.
We exchanged mobile numbers and we agreed to meet again soon.
END
A Chance For Pleasure - 1
It would be fair to say that I live an ordinary life. As a thirty-something consultant I earn decent money, have a wife and children and don't break any laws. My work is varied and interesting but I find myself wishing I could experience something different. My wife and I have good friends and I believe we provide a good base for our young family. We are a good team and there is a familiarity between us that borders more on companionship than lust.
Last Friday I had taken my car in to be serviced at the garage where I bought it which happens to be in the next city to my home. Having dropped the car off in the morning I left the showroom to catch a tram into the city centre where I was to spend the morning working at a client's office. The service assistant at the garage told me they would call my mobile when the car was ready (which would probably be late afternoon).
I'm not used to public transport but these trams are clean, fast, and regular but sadly, under used. I shouldn't get on any eco-warrior soapbox though as every workday I drive to work (alone like most drivers) when, if I really tried, I could take the train. It's only on rare occasions that I use the tram but each time I do the same things happen such as I forget the price of my ticket, or I look at attractive women and imagine them naked. Anyone who says they've never done the latter is lying.
I have an active imagination but that is as far as it goes. I never initiate conversations with my fellow travellers instead I carry my own space around with me and keep it that way. When I started my career I used public transport a lot and would attract female attention. I loved this and the thrill of making eye contact with an attractive fellow traveller was a real buzz.
Years of contented living have added a few pounds to my frame and I now wear glasses. These days I don't spend hours grooming myself as I don't set out to attract anybody. It isn't a priority for me and I hate rejection.
Before I knew it the tram was gliding into the city centre where I got off and headed to my clients with my umbrella, laptop bag on my shoulder and energy to face the work ahead. I had expected to be at the clients until at least after lunch but due to staff illness could only complete half my scheduled work. I got away nice and early.
I grabbed a sandwich and wandered slowly to the tram stop. My plan was to catch the tram to the massive out of town shopping mall that was the last stop on the line and only a walk away from the garage where my car was being serviced.
On the return tram journey I had a double seat to myself and a facing, single seat dead opposite. I dropped my laptop case onto the seat next to me, loosened my tie and looked out of the window as the city sped by. I tuned into a conversation that an elderly couple were having across the aisle with the conductor who checked my ticket and gave an accepting grunt. I looked back out of the window.
After what seemed like a few hours of daydreaming (but was actually minutes) I turned to see a woman sat in the single seat opposite me. She was fumbling with her purse as the conductor broke off from his conversation to take her fare. I didn't really take a good look at her as she politely bought a return ticket to the shopping mall asking for it in a very clear, polished, Welsh accent. The sound of her voice caught my attention.
I glimpsed across at her and took in a woman whose age, after some deliberation I put at 40ish. Her face was young looking with a hint of make up. She wore glasses, the frames were classy and the more I looked at her the more they made her face have a dull appeal. Her short black hair also seemed to complement her complexion... I actually found myself starting to appraise her and I felt a need to keep casting my eyes over her again and again. Her body had no outstanding features - her jacket and sweater covered a small pair of breasts (compared to my wife's) - I'd guess her size at 36B. The rest of her body was hard to imagine as she wore a brown pair of slacks, the top of which were obscured by her sweater and jacket.
For the remainder of the journey I found myself looking at her and made eye contact once or twice. My lazy expression didn't give anything away though.
I still hadn't got to the stage of seeing her naked as my gaze kept resting on her face. There was a little paunchiness under her chin but still there was something about her face... What was she? I could see no wedding ring - so not a bored housewife. Was she a school teacher? No, this was term time. Hmmm A university lecturer perhaps? That would make sense and she appeared to recognise the university logo on my fleece top. All these thoughts stopped as the tram pulled up at the mall for everyone to get off. I found myself walking to the exit just behind my mystery woman and I brushed lightly against her. There was definitely a charge of something between us but she acknowledged nothing.
From the platform she pulled away from me walking towards the main staircase. I now got to see her from behind. She definitely started to appeal to me, her trousers showed off her arse quite well. Here was a woman who did know how to present herself.
The picture was now clear in my mind small tits, big bum and some magic enchanting spell. Was it her fragrance? My eyes were fixed on her arse. With very little effort I could picture that arse, naked and pounding back onto my stomach in a dream where I was fucking her doggy style, listening to her panting with pleasure.
Part of me was pleased that I wasn't dead from the waist down & the rest thought what the hell am I going to do about it anyway? A woman with a pushchair stepped in front of me and I became separated from my view of the lady with the highly appealing arse. With the object of my arse pounding fantasy gone it was time to re-enter the real world. The usual pattern of fantasy staying as fantasy hadn't been broken.
I left the tram terminus with a view to loafing round the book and computer stores in the mall until either the garage rang to tell me my car was ready, or I got sick of hanging around and walked to the garage anyway, to camp out until late afternoon. I left the stairs to join the glass walkway into the mall. To my left, on the wheelchair ramp, and slightly ahead of me appeared the lady with the arse.
"You should have followed me." She said, smiling. "The ramp is quicker than the stairs."
I took in the sound of her voice and instinctively laughed, "You're right. I've been coming here for years and always done the same thing." I hesitated, "Is this your first time?" I spluttered out as we carried on walking.
"I haven't been here for some years" she replied. "Has it changed much?"
"Not really. The coffee's getting more expensive and harder to order especially if you want a medium choccamoccalocca grande." My poor attempt at humour made her laugh. She was definitely older than me but getting more appealing by the minute. I had now crossed a line. How far could this go?
I followed up behind her as she walked on weaving through a throng of people coming the other way. Again all I could see was the back of this woman and in my mind an even more perfect fantasy of her bent forward with her hands against a wall, tits swaying slightly, screwing back hard onto my cock and screaming for me to fuck her harder. I was definitely aroused, excited and disappointed that our conversation had stopped flowing.
Not wanting my target to get away this time I kept up with her. As we passed through the crowd of people she slowed down, turned her head and then smiled as we walked the last few yards into the first department store at the entrance to the mall.
"What are you doing here today? Shopping for something particular?" She asked.
"No I have a few hours to kill waiting to pick up my car from a garage. I've finished work and the garage is not far from here." I replied smiling and looking directly into her green eyes (the same colour as my own).
"Aah do you work at the University then?" Her eyes now were locked into mine. I was sure this was going to work. This was a real conversation that wouldn't be out of place between people more familiar with each other. I wasn't going to let this go. I had crossed the start line of a race to get this woman naked. Having not disclosed names or occupations to each other and being as this encounter was taking place in a safe, public area I decided to take some risks.
"No I studied at the University years ago. What do you do? Are you here on a day off?" I spluttered out. My heart was starting to speed up. This was definitely going somewhere. My eyes dropped to her tits. I wanted to see them. Did she notice? Yes I think she did. I felt my cheeks and ears get warm. She also coloured a little.
"What do you think I do? " A playful glint appeared in her eye. "I tell you what. If you can guess I will help you kill some time with a ChoccaMoccawhateveryoucalledit after I have done my shopping. I only came here to visit this place."
We were stood, facing each other at the beginning of the Ladieswear section of the Department store.
"I had you down as either a teacher or a lecturer" I replied trying to look like a 'little boy lost' by glancing down at the floor, then looking back up (taking in her tits) with sullen eyes.
Her smile widened, she'd seen where my eyes has wondered "OK then if you don't mind waiting I need to quickly look around in here and then I'll have to trust you to find a good coffee place."
"OK, do you know where to find what your are looking for? Am I going to be embarrassed when I end up following you into the lingerie department?" I let out a nervous laugh. She went bright red.
"I can't believe you just said that. This is a surreal conversation between two people... I don't even know you... I'm Janine by the way." She was confident. I was now convinced she was on the same wavelength. This was getting very good.
A small silence followed. I pulled myself together and decided to go for it. I had never done anything like this in my life. In my wildest dreams I could never imagine I could be so aroused by the promise of an experience based upon such a chance encounter. I glanced around and in a low but firm and relaxed voice, gave her my pitch.
"I'll tell you my name if you agree to what I'm about to suggest. This sort of encounter doesn't exactly happen every day. It may never happen again in my life. Right now all I can think about is spending the remainder of this dark and rainy afternoon seeing you naked and pleasuring your body. Now I don't like coffee, this place is open until eight tonight so how about you and I go somewhere and indulge my fantasy?" I hesitated, "If you don't want to go through with this I swear I'll walk away and not bother you ever again. If you do we've got four and a half hours left before I pick up my car. If you say yes I'll tell you my name. What do you say?" I kept a serious look on my face.
I could feel my heart beating and see the shock in her eyes. She looked around. I could feel my arms trembling. I was actually quite amazed at my composure.
"The answer's yes - now tell me your name." She too was serious. Inside I was in a state of shock. I had crossed so many boundaries. The tension in the air had become sexual. To my relief Janine was open to the idea of an afternoon of a no strings, sexual adventure.
"David" I replied. "Pleased to meet you Janine. We should walk this way." I motioned towards the exit from the department store into the shopping mall. My mind raced as to where we could go and I remembered the Holiday Inn Express from my drive in that morning. Not far from the garage either. I wasn't thinking of my wife but which credit card I would use to pay for the room. The important thing was not giving Janine any reason to change her mind. I was about to become an adulterer and it felt damned good.
Without breaking into a sprint I steered Janine towards the main front exit of the mall. As we weaved through the other shoppers I lightly touched her shoulders giving her a re-assuring smile. The touch was electric. I suppose we were both stunned at what was happening. She spoke first.
"Hadn't we better get some... you know..."
We were stood outside a drugstore. I didn't know what she meant. Then the penny dropped - condoms.
"Shall I come in with you?" My mind was racing this was serious and I could still make a wrong move.
"No. I'll go. You wait here."
I watched Janine walk off to the area marked family planning. My thoughts returned to her arse. Was it me or was she swaying her hips now? I wanted so much to touch it, feel it and use it. Again I could picture her creamy arse and imagined holding onto her hips as I fucked it.
Janine picked up a pack of condoms. She looked for me but I stayed out of her eye line. I watched her pick up something else but I couldn't see what. I moved back towards the exit as she went to pay. How long would I have to wait until I was fucking her? I willed her to hurry up and pay so we could get into the hotel room. I was anxious that she'd change her mind. I couldn't believe I'd got this far.
Janine walked towards me clutching a small paper bag. As she had no bag of her own I took it and put in it my laptop bag. I tried to feel what else she had bought apart from the condoms. Her face said nothing as I purposefully let my hand touch her right breast as I closed my laptop bag. I saw her shudder and give a brief smile. I smiled back at her and without saying anymore we made for the exit of the mall walking very closely together but not touching. This increased the sexual tension.
Outside the mall we entered the dark lower level of the multi-story car park. It was cold and damp and I could hear the rain on the top level above. Again the not touching or speaking made the atmosphere more charged. I waited until there was no one around then touched her arse. She looked back and smiled. I had to say it.
"That feels just as good as it looks... you've got a gorgeous arse."
"Right now I feel like you've already undressed me with your eyes. My bum feels like it's on fire. You were staring at it before we even spoke." A wicked smile came onto her face.
We continued walking onto the main road leading to the hotel I put my umbrella up against the rain and I pulled her towards me. I then took the chance to kiss her fully on the mouth. I let my free hand circle her waist. I'd got a real hard-on by now and she felt it through my trousers.
"My My I'd forgotten what one of those felt like," she grinned.
"Same here" I replied quickly.
It was obvious that neither of us had had it in ages.
Given the traffic and waiting around at the last set of lights there was no more touching on the walk to the hotel. My hard-on was still at full strength as we entered the lobby. Janine waited by the door out of range of the desk.
I booked a room giving my name but the address and postcode of an associate I knew who lived miles away. As I used my company debit card I could pass this off as a consultancy expense especially if my wife found the bank statement.
I got the key to the room and with a remarkable coolness Janine joined me at the lift door. As there were only two floors in the place the lift journey was short and sweet. I stood behind Janine and let my breath hit the back of her neck. She shuddered and I though of what her nipples would be doing under that sweater which would soon be coming off.
Our room was pretty sweet, two double beds, a desk, two chairs and a footrest.
The bathroom light was on as I dropped my laptop bag onto the floor and started to get undressed. Now for the fun. Janine removed her jacket.
"What do you want me to do first?" Janine asked.
"We get naked and have a bath. Now get your knickers off" I was surprised at the tone in my voice. I set the bath running.
"Just my knickers? You really know how to charm a lady don't you?" came the cheeky reply.
I grabbed Janine and pulled her to me kissing her full on the mouth. Now my hands got busy. As I kissed her my hands slid onto her arse and started to kneed her butt cheeks. She moaned in to my mouth. I reached round to the front and unbuttoned her trousers pushing them down to her knees. Her knickers followed. The tightness of the knicker-elastic around her knees made her arse nice and firm.
My hands continued to wander over her gorgeous globes my index finger drifting into the crack of her arse. She wiggled and squirmed moaning more and more.
'Hmmm she likes this.' I thought.
I stood back from her and pulled her sweater over her head to reveal a small white bra holding her pert little rack. I pushed her back on to the bed, raised her knees up and pulled the shoes off her feet followed by her trousers and knickers. Whilst she struggled to undo her bra I ran my hands down her legs to her cunt and started to tease it with my fingers. She'd had a recent bikini wax. Overall a neat little pussy. She shuddered and her breathing got harder.
Janine was struggling with her bra so I turned her over. She was lying flat on the bed and after catching my breath at the sight of her naked arse I undid the back catch of her bra. She slid it over each of her arms and threw it onto the floor. I was pleasantly surprised to see her tits showing from the sides but my attention turned to that gorgeous arse.
I reached under her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. I gently raised her so that her nipples were just gently touching the bedspread. I reached under and cupped each of her tits. I let my groin rub the crack of her arse.
"God that's good, why are you still dressed?" She could feel the fabric of my clothes against that gorgeous wide arse. All I wanted to do was stick something up her arse as soon as possible but first her clit needed some attention. She was already a bit moist as my fingers teased her little clit making her moan.
"Yes! Yes!' I could hear the words being hissed into the bed covers. My cock was like a rod of iron. This woman was hot and begging for it. I decided to talk dirty.
"You love this don't you? You like me feeling your tits and groping your big gorgeous arse don't you?"
"Yes I do... touch me, play with me..."
I played with her clit and rubbed my thumb up and down her cunt.
"Do you like me playing with your cunt before I fuck you? You like men touching your cunt don't you?"
"Yes I'm dir.. Ahhh don't stop that's so bloody good." She was getting into the spirit of this
"What do you want me to do to you?"
Janine span round onto her arse, sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. Her glasses made her look like a naughty secretary as she sat completely nude on the edge of the bed facing me. The musky smell of her cunt reached my nose and I instinctively smiled down at her whilst rubbing her tits. They felt so firm and filled the palms of my hands. My hands were warmer than her firm, juicy titflesh. She shuddered. I pulled back slightly and rolled both of her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"I want you to take your clothes off. I want to see your cock." She demanded. "Keep talking dirty to me, tell me everything you're doing."
I had already unbuttoned my shirt so took that off and unzipped my fly. Her hands reached for my belt. Before I knew it my trousers were round my ankles. In one swift move Janine pulled my hands off her tits and reached down to undo my shoes. I got another amazing view of her arse. I reached over and pulled her arse cheeks apart blowing gently into her crack. Again I felt her breathing quicken and she moaned as I raised my feet in turn and kicked off my shoes and socks. She came back up so her head was in front of my shorts. She pulled them down to be confronted with my cock.
Chapter 2
Last Friday I had taken my car in to be serviced at the garage where I bought it which happens to be in the next city to my home. Having dropped the car off in the morning I left the showroom to catch a tram into the city centre where I was to spend the morning working at a client's office. The service assistant at the garage told me they would call my mobile when the car was ready (which would probably be late afternoon).
I'm not used to public transport but these trams are clean, fast, and regular but sadly, under used. I shouldn't get on any eco-warrior soapbox though as every workday I drive to work (alone like most drivers) when, if I really tried, I could take the train. It's only on rare occasions that I use the tram but each time I do the same things happen such as I forget the price of my ticket, or I look at attractive women and imagine them naked. Anyone who says they've never done the latter is lying.
I have an active imagination but that is as far as it goes. I never initiate conversations with my fellow travellers instead I carry my own space around with me and keep it that way. When I started my career I used public transport a lot and would attract female attention. I loved this and the thrill of making eye contact with an attractive fellow traveller was a real buzz.
Years of contented living have added a few pounds to my frame and I now wear glasses. These days I don't spend hours grooming myself as I don't set out to attract anybody. It isn't a priority for me and I hate rejection.
Before I knew it the tram was gliding into the city centre where I got off and headed to my clients with my umbrella, laptop bag on my shoulder and energy to face the work ahead. I had expected to be at the clients until at least after lunch but due to staff illness could only complete half my scheduled work. I got away nice and early.
I grabbed a sandwich and wandered slowly to the tram stop. My plan was to catch the tram to the massive out of town shopping mall that was the last stop on the line and only a walk away from the garage where my car was being serviced.
On the return tram journey I had a double seat to myself and a facing, single seat dead opposite. I dropped my laptop case onto the seat next to me, loosened my tie and looked out of the window as the city sped by. I tuned into a conversation that an elderly couple were having across the aisle with the conductor who checked my ticket and gave an accepting grunt. I looked back out of the window.
After what seemed like a few hours of daydreaming (but was actually minutes) I turned to see a woman sat in the single seat opposite me. She was fumbling with her purse as the conductor broke off from his conversation to take her fare. I didn't really take a good look at her as she politely bought a return ticket to the shopping mall asking for it in a very clear, polished, Welsh accent. The sound of her voice caught my attention.
I glimpsed across at her and took in a woman whose age, after some deliberation I put at 40ish. Her face was young looking with a hint of make up. She wore glasses, the frames were classy and the more I looked at her the more they made her face have a dull appeal. Her short black hair also seemed to complement her complexion... I actually found myself starting to appraise her and I felt a need to keep casting my eyes over her again and again. Her body had no outstanding features - her jacket and sweater covered a small pair of breasts (compared to my wife's) - I'd guess her size at 36B. The rest of her body was hard to imagine as she wore a brown pair of slacks, the top of which were obscured by her sweater and jacket.
For the remainder of the journey I found myself looking at her and made eye contact once or twice. My lazy expression didn't give anything away though.
I still hadn't got to the stage of seeing her naked as my gaze kept resting on her face. There was a little paunchiness under her chin but still there was something about her face... What was she? I could see no wedding ring - so not a bored housewife. Was she a school teacher? No, this was term time. Hmmm A university lecturer perhaps? That would make sense and she appeared to recognise the university logo on my fleece top. All these thoughts stopped as the tram pulled up at the mall for everyone to get off. I found myself walking to the exit just behind my mystery woman and I brushed lightly against her. There was definitely a charge of something between us but she acknowledged nothing.
From the platform she pulled away from me walking towards the main staircase. I now got to see her from behind. She definitely started to appeal to me, her trousers showed off her arse quite well. Here was a woman who did know how to present herself.
The picture was now clear in my mind small tits, big bum and some magic enchanting spell. Was it her fragrance? My eyes were fixed on her arse. With very little effort I could picture that arse, naked and pounding back onto my stomach in a dream where I was fucking her doggy style, listening to her panting with pleasure.
Part of me was pleased that I wasn't dead from the waist down & the rest thought what the hell am I going to do about it anyway? A woman with a pushchair stepped in front of me and I became separated from my view of the lady with the highly appealing arse. With the object of my arse pounding fantasy gone it was time to re-enter the real world. The usual pattern of fantasy staying as fantasy hadn't been broken.
I left the tram terminus with a view to loafing round the book and computer stores in the mall until either the garage rang to tell me my car was ready, or I got sick of hanging around and walked to the garage anyway, to camp out until late afternoon. I left the stairs to join the glass walkway into the mall. To my left, on the wheelchair ramp, and slightly ahead of me appeared the lady with the arse.
"You should have followed me." She said, smiling. "The ramp is quicker than the stairs."
I took in the sound of her voice and instinctively laughed, "You're right. I've been coming here for years and always done the same thing." I hesitated, "Is this your first time?" I spluttered out as we carried on walking.
"I haven't been here for some years" she replied. "Has it changed much?"
"Not really. The coffee's getting more expensive and harder to order especially if you want a medium choccamoccalocca grande." My poor attempt at humour made her laugh. She was definitely older than me but getting more appealing by the minute. I had now crossed a line. How far could this go?
I followed up behind her as she walked on weaving through a throng of people coming the other way. Again all I could see was the back of this woman and in my mind an even more perfect fantasy of her bent forward with her hands against a wall, tits swaying slightly, screwing back hard onto my cock and screaming for me to fuck her harder. I was definitely aroused, excited and disappointed that our conversation had stopped flowing.
Not wanting my target to get away this time I kept up with her. As we passed through the crowd of people she slowed down, turned her head and then smiled as we walked the last few yards into the first department store at the entrance to the mall.
"What are you doing here today? Shopping for something particular?" She asked.
"No I have a few hours to kill waiting to pick up my car from a garage. I've finished work and the garage is not far from here." I replied smiling and looking directly into her green eyes (the same colour as my own).
"Aah do you work at the University then?" Her eyes now were locked into mine. I was sure this was going to work. This was a real conversation that wouldn't be out of place between people more familiar with each other. I wasn't going to let this go. I had crossed the start line of a race to get this woman naked. Having not disclosed names or occupations to each other and being as this encounter was taking place in a safe, public area I decided to take some risks.
"No I studied at the University years ago. What do you do? Are you here on a day off?" I spluttered out. My heart was starting to speed up. This was definitely going somewhere. My eyes dropped to her tits. I wanted to see them. Did she notice? Yes I think she did. I felt my cheeks and ears get warm. She also coloured a little.
"What do you think I do? " A playful glint appeared in her eye. "I tell you what. If you can guess I will help you kill some time with a ChoccaMoccawhateveryoucalledit after I have done my shopping. I only came here to visit this place."
We were stood, facing each other at the beginning of the Ladieswear section of the Department store.
"I had you down as either a teacher or a lecturer" I replied trying to look like a 'little boy lost' by glancing down at the floor, then looking back up (taking in her tits) with sullen eyes.
Her smile widened, she'd seen where my eyes has wondered "OK then if you don't mind waiting I need to quickly look around in here and then I'll have to trust you to find a good coffee place."
"OK, do you know where to find what your are looking for? Am I going to be embarrassed when I end up following you into the lingerie department?" I let out a nervous laugh. She went bright red.
"I can't believe you just said that. This is a surreal conversation between two people... I don't even know you... I'm Janine by the way." She was confident. I was now convinced she was on the same wavelength. This was getting very good.
A small silence followed. I pulled myself together and decided to go for it. I had never done anything like this in my life. In my wildest dreams I could never imagine I could be so aroused by the promise of an experience based upon such a chance encounter. I glanced around and in a low but firm and relaxed voice, gave her my pitch.
"I'll tell you my name if you agree to what I'm about to suggest. This sort of encounter doesn't exactly happen every day. It may never happen again in my life. Right now all I can think about is spending the remainder of this dark and rainy afternoon seeing you naked and pleasuring your body. Now I don't like coffee, this place is open until eight tonight so how about you and I go somewhere and indulge my fantasy?" I hesitated, "If you don't want to go through with this I swear I'll walk away and not bother you ever again. If you do we've got four and a half hours left before I pick up my car. If you say yes I'll tell you my name. What do you say?" I kept a serious look on my face.
I could feel my heart beating and see the shock in her eyes. She looked around. I could feel my arms trembling. I was actually quite amazed at my composure.
"The answer's yes - now tell me your name." She too was serious. Inside I was in a state of shock. I had crossed so many boundaries. The tension in the air had become sexual. To my relief Janine was open to the idea of an afternoon of a no strings, sexual adventure.
"David" I replied. "Pleased to meet you Janine. We should walk this way." I motioned towards the exit from the department store into the shopping mall. My mind raced as to where we could go and I remembered the Holiday Inn Express from my drive in that morning. Not far from the garage either. I wasn't thinking of my wife but which credit card I would use to pay for the room. The important thing was not giving Janine any reason to change her mind. I was about to become an adulterer and it felt damned good.
Without breaking into a sprint I steered Janine towards the main front exit of the mall. As we weaved through the other shoppers I lightly touched her shoulders giving her a re-assuring smile. The touch was electric. I suppose we were both stunned at what was happening. She spoke first.
"Hadn't we better get some... you know..."
We were stood outside a drugstore. I didn't know what she meant. Then the penny dropped - condoms.
"Shall I come in with you?" My mind was racing this was serious and I could still make a wrong move.
"No. I'll go. You wait here."
I watched Janine walk off to the area marked family planning. My thoughts returned to her arse. Was it me or was she swaying her hips now? I wanted so much to touch it, feel it and use it. Again I could picture her creamy arse and imagined holding onto her hips as I fucked it.
Janine picked up a pack of condoms. She looked for me but I stayed out of her eye line. I watched her pick up something else but I couldn't see what. I moved back towards the exit as she went to pay. How long would I have to wait until I was fucking her? I willed her to hurry up and pay so we could get into the hotel room. I was anxious that she'd change her mind. I couldn't believe I'd got this far.
Janine walked towards me clutching a small paper bag. As she had no bag of her own I took it and put in it my laptop bag. I tried to feel what else she had bought apart from the condoms. Her face said nothing as I purposefully let my hand touch her right breast as I closed my laptop bag. I saw her shudder and give a brief smile. I smiled back at her and without saying anymore we made for the exit of the mall walking very closely together but not touching. This increased the sexual tension.
Outside the mall we entered the dark lower level of the multi-story car park. It was cold and damp and I could hear the rain on the top level above. Again the not touching or speaking made the atmosphere more charged. I waited until there was no one around then touched her arse. She looked back and smiled. I had to say it.
"That feels just as good as it looks... you've got a gorgeous arse."
"Right now I feel like you've already undressed me with your eyes. My bum feels like it's on fire. You were staring at it before we even spoke." A wicked smile came onto her face.
We continued walking onto the main road leading to the hotel I put my umbrella up against the rain and I pulled her towards me. I then took the chance to kiss her fully on the mouth. I let my free hand circle her waist. I'd got a real hard-on by now and she felt it through my trousers.
"My My I'd forgotten what one of those felt like," she grinned.
"Same here" I replied quickly.
It was obvious that neither of us had had it in ages.
Given the traffic and waiting around at the last set of lights there was no more touching on the walk to the hotel. My hard-on was still at full strength as we entered the lobby. Janine waited by the door out of range of the desk.
I booked a room giving my name but the address and postcode of an associate I knew who lived miles away. As I used my company debit card I could pass this off as a consultancy expense especially if my wife found the bank statement.
I got the key to the room and with a remarkable coolness Janine joined me at the lift door. As there were only two floors in the place the lift journey was short and sweet. I stood behind Janine and let my breath hit the back of her neck. She shuddered and I though of what her nipples would be doing under that sweater which would soon be coming off.
Our room was pretty sweet, two double beds, a desk, two chairs and a footrest.
The bathroom light was on as I dropped my laptop bag onto the floor and started to get undressed. Now for the fun. Janine removed her jacket.
"What do you want me to do first?" Janine asked.
"We get naked and have a bath. Now get your knickers off" I was surprised at the tone in my voice. I set the bath running.
"Just my knickers? You really know how to charm a lady don't you?" came the cheeky reply.
I grabbed Janine and pulled her to me kissing her full on the mouth. Now my hands got busy. As I kissed her my hands slid onto her arse and started to kneed her butt cheeks. She moaned in to my mouth. I reached round to the front and unbuttoned her trousers pushing them down to her knees. Her knickers followed. The tightness of the knicker-elastic around her knees made her arse nice and firm.
My hands continued to wander over her gorgeous globes my index finger drifting into the crack of her arse. She wiggled and squirmed moaning more and more.
'Hmmm she likes this.' I thought.
I stood back from her and pulled her sweater over her head to reveal a small white bra holding her pert little rack. I pushed her back on to the bed, raised her knees up and pulled the shoes off her feet followed by her trousers and knickers. Whilst she struggled to undo her bra I ran my hands down her legs to her cunt and started to tease it with my fingers. She'd had a recent bikini wax. Overall a neat little pussy. She shuddered and her breathing got harder.
Janine was struggling with her bra so I turned her over. She was lying flat on the bed and after catching my breath at the sight of her naked arse I undid the back catch of her bra. She slid it over each of her arms and threw it onto the floor. I was pleasantly surprised to see her tits showing from the sides but my attention turned to that gorgeous arse.
I reached under her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. I gently raised her so that her nipples were just gently touching the bedspread. I reached under and cupped each of her tits. I let my groin rub the crack of her arse.
"God that's good, why are you still dressed?" She could feel the fabric of my clothes against that gorgeous wide arse. All I wanted to do was stick something up her arse as soon as possible but first her clit needed some attention. She was already a bit moist as my fingers teased her little clit making her moan.
"Yes! Yes!' I could hear the words being hissed into the bed covers. My cock was like a rod of iron. This woman was hot and begging for it. I decided to talk dirty.
"You love this don't you? You like me feeling your tits and groping your big gorgeous arse don't you?"
"Yes I do... touch me, play with me..."
I played with her clit and rubbed my thumb up and down her cunt.
"Do you like me playing with your cunt before I fuck you? You like men touching your cunt don't you?"
"Yes I'm dir.. Ahhh don't stop that's so bloody good." She was getting into the spirit of this
"What do you want me to do to you?"
Janine span round onto her arse, sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at me. Her glasses made her look like a naughty secretary as she sat completely nude on the edge of the bed facing me. The musky smell of her cunt reached my nose and I instinctively smiled down at her whilst rubbing her tits. They felt so firm and filled the palms of my hands. My hands were warmer than her firm, juicy titflesh. She shuddered. I pulled back slightly and rolled both of her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
"I want you to take your clothes off. I want to see your cock." She demanded. "Keep talking dirty to me, tell me everything you're doing."
I had already unbuttoned my shirt so took that off and unzipped my fly. Her hands reached for my belt. Before I knew it my trousers were round my ankles. In one swift move Janine pulled my hands off her tits and reached down to undo my shoes. I got another amazing view of her arse. I reached over and pulled her arse cheeks apart blowing gently into her crack. Again I felt her breathing quicken and she moaned as I raised my feet in turn and kicked off my shoes and socks. She came back up so her head was in front of my shorts. She pulled them down to be confronted with my cock.
Chapter 2
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