Job/Place-of-work

Fantasy

Against the Grain Part 1 (Revised and edited)

Brief character bios:
Bryan is 21 and 5’ 9” with a thin athletic body and bit of hair on his chest and a hairy belly, buttock, thighs, and legs. All of which is a shade of red. He also has a nice complexion with medium length; brushed, light blonde hair and a nice scruff of a red beard. His penis is a nice 6” which looks very picturesque and has a very cute round butt. Likes to think of himself as a red fox and hates to be considered or thought of as a twink. Think of Drake Bell with a full beard and of course the blonde hair and red beard.
Mr. Lucien is 41 and 6’0” with a bit of muscular/stocky build of a hard working dad. He has short black hair with some gray that is business styled and brushed nicely that goes nicely with his modern frameless reading glasses. He has a farmer tan with a good amount of short black body hair that you’d expect a masculine man to have all over his body except his back. He has a bit of a five o’clock scruff on his face that would make a hot full beard. He pretty much looks like Tom Chase as he does in the COLT movie Couples 3. And of course he has an amazing, cliché 9” penis that is nice and thick; think Josh West. And of course an amazingly firm and round ass from always squatting and doing heavy lifting like lumber and mechanical work.
“I just wish I could have a relationship like you have with your wife Mr. Lucien,” I say with glum having dealt with the heaviness of feeling particularly alone today. I guess it was just one of those days where I felt the darkness more than usual.
“Yeah I’d have to agree with you. I’ve been missing that connection with somebody too. It really eats away at you,” Mr. Lucien says with a somber tone while he leans back in his chair staring idly by at his computer.
“See I knew you’d understand what I was saying. It just sucks that it….,” I trail off my thought, slapped in the face as my brain finally understands what he so casually threw out there that I almost dismissed it. My head had been down with my jaw resting in the palm of my hands but I quickly, yet discreetly glance up from the floor tiles and see him leaning back with his hands together like he was praying, his fingers outstretched. I see the shine of his gold wedding band off the fluorescent lighting. I always admired his wedding ring. It was a basic band; modest and old-fashioned. And for some reason the word masculine pings through my head. If I stared at it long enough, wrapped around those strong, thick, rugged fingers; it would start to get me excited just thinking of all the erotic inducing ideas. If only he knew the thoughts and feelings I had for him over the past three years. The things I would want him to do with those fingers. But did I even understand those feelings? Immediately I’m filled with anxiety and depression.I don’t want to be gay!No! I’m not if I don’t want to be! I can’t let this get to me, no, I’ve already figured out I’m straight, alright!
I close my eyes and take a deep breath and carry on. From his fingers I shift my eyes to his. Now acknowledging my attention to his confusing statement; and thus his eyes, he looks away from the email he’s been working on to casually, and ever so slightly shifts his head to peer back at me from the corner of his eyes.
“Uh…I’m not sure I ffffollow you Mr. Lucien. You do have somebody. You have your wife?” I stutter out more with a questioning inflection then a statement. Then as I think I have it figured out, I start to worry that Mr. Lucien has been feeling the things I’ve felt which made me feel horrible. This was the man that pulled me out of the darkness and dusted me off, saved this lost boy from his demons.Well, most of them anyway.
If he even felt a twinge of sadness I felt at fault that I couldn’t protect the person I loved as a father.As a father, right?
“Are things okay between you and your wife? Are you guys having any problems that I can help sort out? Come on, ha-ha, I’ll be your own personal couple’s counselor. I may be young but my mental age is a lot older than my physical age,” I bark out concerned questions and a small joke in hopes of lightening the atmosphere; which I could almost smell having a hint of fear.
“No, settle down there boss,” He says with a chuckle as he assumes regular posture and turns toward me, then crossing his left leg over his right and leaning back again with his hands intermingled and resting on his stomach. His demeanor seemed light and airy but his face was no poker face. There was nervousness in his eyes and it was throwing me off and making me want to throw up.Oh no, what did I do now? Did I say something that upset him? Did I say something in another class that he caught wind of? Did those fucking bastards up in the office remind him that he wasn’t supposed to be “counseling” me anymore?
“Relax, you did nothing wrong. There’s just something that I wanted to tell you and with the way the conversion has been going, I feel like the time is right,” says Mr. Lucien almost as if he was reading my mind. Granted it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know when you see a deer in the headlights. But he’s always been able to read my mind. He always knows what’s eating at me and every time is able to assuage the anxiety.
“Well what was it that you wanted to tell me? You know I feel like I can tell you anything so I would want it to be the same for you to me,” I say with an awkward tone. Talking like that, with emotions I mean, always sounds weird to me. Like waiting for the gun to fire and the race to start, he answers.
“Listen, this is important as I’m going to tell you something very personal and risky but I feel comfortable telling you because I trust you, okay?” he finishes with leaning forward and giving me a stern look. I stare blankly at his face and I find myself emotionless. I’m not sure where he’s going with the conversation but I am intrigued and terrified.
“Okay I understand,” I say and swallow hard.
“Alright look…..I’m not really married,” he says plainly and quick. Like a Band-Aid. I’m caught off guard, granted I wasn’t really expecting anything. I sit there and let it set in, like venom slowly courses through a victims veins. I’m not really sure what this means or has to do with anything but I start to notice my silence has him on edge.
“Okay so…..what does that mean? You just made up having a wife, but what for?” I ask. I’m confused as to what any of this means.
“Yes and no. I’m not really married but the woman I claim to be married too does exist; she’s a very good friend of mine and she’s aware of the situation,” he finishes with a smirk. There’s a time of silence as I take in his words and digest them. Why is he telling me this? I wouldn’t care if he was married or not.
“Okay I gotcha, but why would you have to go around with such a façade? And do your family and friends know?” I finally ask.
“Yes my family and close friends know. Honestly, the reason I do it is because I’m 41 years old and not married. I don’t really want any students or fellow teachers prying into my life and having any hasty assumptions. You have a job, you know what it’s like with coworkers asking questions about your personal life,” he explains. This confuses me more.
“Why does a ring define whether you’re married or not when plenty of people go around without sporting any type of wedding band,” I assert. “I mean no one is going to just come up and interrogate you and ask why you don’t have a wedding ring or anything. I mean what could not having a wedding ring on infer anyway?” I ask rhetorically. But almost as soon as I say that I remember his comment about people making hasty assumptions and it hits me However I’m not sure, there’s a couple things it could mean. I need him to confirm it “There is more to you just not being married, isn’t there?” I ask nervously. I already think I know what he’s going to say. But how do I feel about it?
“Yes there is,” he says shyly, almost like a chastised child. It’s at this time that I notice how close he has rolled his chair to mine. How he’s leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs and his hands cupped together and a look in his eyes. But what kind of look is it? Lust? Desire?
Clang! The metal filing cabinet screams as his chair rolls back into it and Mr. Lucien is hunched over, cupping my face and pressing his lips again mine. So many thoughts are rushing through my head, and so much electricity rushing through my body. Is this right? He’s a teacher for Christ sake! Does that even matter though? I mean, you can be friends with anyone and have a relationship with anyone as long as it’s consensual and legal right? Wait, shouldn’t I be enjoying this? I mean it’s the only thing I ever fantasize about when I’m masturbating and when I’m with him. Yes I like this, I want to go so far with him and I want him to take my body over and set my heart free. Wait, am I kissing right? What if I’m not clean enough? Crap how long have I been just sitting here thinking?! Almost on cue, I feel him pull away and hear him fall back into his chair. Fuck! I didn’t react in time.
I slowly open my eyes to see him holding his head and looking down and breathing heavily. And almost as if I’m a fly on the wall I see myself as stiff as a board with my arms at my sides just sitting in my chair. After a minute he looks up and I can see the frustration in his eyes.
“Bryan…I am so sorry. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen,” He says as he looks into my petrified eyes. I can’t be scared now, quick! Answer, don’t leave him hanging there.
“It’s okay,” I say in a sigh of relief to show him that I wasn’t disturbed by it. But what if he was? Then why would he have risked such a brash move? Obviously he has some attraction towards you Bryan, think rationally please. Then, what couldn’t have been more than an act of God taking over my body I scoot forward and put my hand on his thigh. Oh it’s so warm, so strong; I can feel it flex and tense up from not only the anxiety of the moment but from my touch. Then I lean in ever so slightly and say in a more confident and seductive tone, “It’s fine with me.”
Then it happens the way that I’ve always fantasized it to. He fires forward and puts his mouth on mine as he grabs my arms and lifts me up and slams me into the wall behind us. I let out a grunt as the force he threw me back with was stronger than I anticipated. Granted I didn’t anticipate any of this.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to do that so hard,” he breathes out the side of his mouth as he begins to move his arms from my shoulders to my hips. I can feels his hands trembling but they steady and then the warmth hits me through my shirt. I can feel the restraint that he’s holding back. He wants more. I want more. I want him to taste me; I want to taste him. Our mouths wrap around one another as our lips slide back and forth. I slowly initiate my tongue onto his. I taste the softest moan from the back of his throat as he graciously accepts my tongue with a hug from his. My tongue slides around his mouth and against his tongue, ours mouths getting wetter and hotter. It’s hard to control our breath as we are both practically panting.
“Am I kissing well enough?” I gasp as I was able to pull away to ask my ever pressing anxiety induced question.
“You’re kissing fine, excellent to be exact. Relax,” he pulls away to assuage my growing fear. Then we’re both right back at it. We continue our teenage make-out session for about five minutes before he starts to get antsy. His hands haven’t moved much from my hips and sides and my hands have been resting on his shoulders. Again I attribute my courage to a moment of God using me as a vessel but I pull my arms from his shoulders and slide them under his and down to his hips and I pull him in. Immediately as I try to pull him in I feel a poking resistance at my lower abdomen. I pull from his mouth and look down to figure out what is keeping us from getting closer. I’m flabbergasted at the sight of a remarkably large bulge pushing against me.
“Sorry. Here, let me move that out of the way,” Mr. Lucien says with a chuckle as he reaches down and shifts his member to the side and then finishes what I tried to do by pressing up close to me and staring into my eyes. I find myself frozen and nervous. My heart starts to beat fast and I feel a warm flush start to consume me. “Your heart is beating like a humming bird. Relax, we don’t have to do anything at all, we can just go back to sitting down and talking, this was more than I expected to happen,” he breaths in a whisper to me which has me swooning.
“No, no. I want to do this. I just…I’m really nervous,” I say in a pant. He reaches up and rubs my head with his hand and smiles.
“Yeah so am I,” he admits. This has me confused because he’s had to of done this a hundred times. Well not with an old student at least. We resume kissing while he returns his hands to my hips, although this time he starts to rub them up and down. Even goes further by moving them to my chest and even stopping at my nipples and giving them a small tweak which cause me to grunt into his mouth. I can tell this turns him on because each time I moan his penis flexes and thickens and I can feel its strength through my pants against my leg. It’s with this action that I can tell things are about to get heated. He drops his hands from my nipples and goes right to the bottom of my shirt and begins to lift it up. While his one hand moves my shirt the other snakes its way under and presses against my stomach. At first I’m greeted by a cold touch but it was just the shock of someone else touching me so intimately. An instant after I feel the warmth penetrate my skin. The touch of his hands is not as rugged and calloused as I had thought but surprisingly soft.
As our mouths dance he slides his other hand under my shirt and both my nipples make acquaintance with his soft finger tips. The circular motion of his thumbs around my nipples pushes me past my limit. I begin to let out moans and feel my legs begin to shake. Mr. Lucien senses my rising excitement and removes his left hand from my chest and places it on my lower back pulling me ever closer to him. Now both of our erect members are pressing against each other. I feel his hard sex against my stomach as Mr. Lucien towers over my average 5’9” frame with his tall 6’0” stature. Mr. Lucien moves from my mouth and skates his tongue down my neck to my clavicle and begins to suck and nibble. Oh my God! Something can’t possibly feel this good can it? My legs begin to buckle and I’m astonished to find myself slipping down the wall. With his hand still on my lower back, Mr. Lucien pulls me back up.
“Oh wow! What was that?” He exclaims. He too found my reaction to his biting curious.
“I don’t know, that just felt really good!” I let out in a chuckle. My face begins to flush red with embarrassment. Jesus I can’t believe I just did that. He’s going to think I’m some kind of virgin that doesn’t know how to engage in sexual acts. You are though you idiot. But still, not like I don’t know how to do things.
“Hey, don’t feel embarrassed,” he says in a calming voice, again being able to read me like a book. “That was really hot! I wish my body was that sensitive.”
“Hehe I’m sure you’ve got some sensitive spots of your own,” I say in a seductive chuckle and feeling my confidence start to rise as I reach down and grab his crouch. Oh. My. God. His dick…it’s huge! Really? You’ve got to be kidding me, and so are his balls! It’s almost cliché! It was obvious that he could sense my shock and amazement and started to laugh.
“What’s that look on your face for?” Mr. Lucien asks in a humorous tone.
“Err, nothing,” I stammer. “It’s just your…dick is really big.”
“Oh you think? I never really thought about it but I guess you’re right,” He admits modestly looking down at his bulge in my hand. “I can’t say I’ve heard many people compliment me on the size of my penis.”
“Well it’s huge,” I assert as I begin to move back in for his mouth while fiddling my fingers around the head of his dick through his pants. I move my hand up and begin to undo his belt which of course feels like a fricking rubics cube but I’m able to finally get it off. I then undo his button and pull his zipper down to find short black square cut briefs that further reveal his large member and a wet spot at the tip of his penis. “Well someone is excited,” I tease.
“You have no idea Bryan,” he says. “I’m just overwhelmed that this is all happening. But don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly happy that it is,” he finishes.
“Yeah, so am I,” I whisper. “I really want this to happen,” I admit.
“Oh don’t you worry, it’s going to,” he declares. And with that, he’s changed, turning me around and pushing me against the wall again and making it a point to be forceful to show me that he’s in charge. Mr. Lucien is now leaning on my back and kissing the back of my neck while his left hand holds my chest and his right hand is on my lower abdomen pulling my waist towards his as he starts to thrust his crouch slowly and gently against my butt. His pants begin to slide down his legs as I hear the clank of the metal belt buckle hit the floor. The thrusting begins to pick up the pace and soon Mr. Lucien is humping against me hard while now biting my earlobe and breathing into my ear. I can’t help but moan. Soon he is slowly down to a rhythmic heart beat and then finally he thrusts one final time and takes his right hand and pushes my head against the wall and his hips pin my body to the wall and he whispers into my ear, his person completely different.
“Are you ready Bryan?” he’s asks while pressing his body up against mine, and rubbing my head with his fingertips. God those fingers. He licks my earlobe which makes me lose my breath.
“Y…yes,” I murmur. I don’t know what he’s going to do next but my body trembles and my breath quickens. He must’ve been able to sense my apprehension and starts sliding his large sex up and down in between my buttocks. I look back and down through the corner of my eye and I can see his erect penis pop straight out over the band of his underwear. I glance up to lock eyes with his and he’s flashing a most mischievous smirk.
“Good because this is going inside of you, boy,” He says as he stares intensely into my eyes. Immediately I’m putty in his hands and he has me swooning. The gaze from his eyes and those strong, erotic words he just blurted out put me over the top. I lean back and twist around, grabbing his head and kiss him. Hard.
“I want you to fuck me now Mr. Lucien,” I beg in an overly receiving way after I move my mouth from his. Then he’s off, sliding his body down my back like a slide and on his knees in one quick graceful motion, pulling my pants down roughly along with my underwear which kind of hurt my hips as the belt was forced off too. I can tell he did it on purpose because he looked up and did his trademark charming wink. Sweet Jesus that damn wink of his. It’s so reassuring and…what? Caring? All that matters is the way it makes me feel, I tell myself.
“Holy fuck!” he gasps with his mouth agape. His statement startles and scares me.
“What?! What is it?” I yelp in a frightened tone as I swing myself around to look at him and in the process, slap him in the face with my penis. Oh my god! Did that seriously just fucking happen? Oh man I’m so embarrassed, I need to end this. Something is obviously wrong with me and really? That really just happened?
“Ahhahahahaha!” Mr. Lucien laughs as he rolls up from the balls of his feet and springs up in front of me, still erect as a lead pipe. “I was going to say that you have the sweetest looking ass I’ve ever seen,” he says in a chuckle, still reeling from me slapping him in the face with my dick. My face is in my hands, beat red from slapping him and from his compliment. He places his hand on my chin and lifts my head up and smiles. “Relax, that was cute what you did and take the compliment, I mean it. Your butt is amazing. It’s cute, fuzzy, and round,” he says reassuringly. I can’t help but smile at his comment.
“That’s the cat that swallowed the canary smile I like,” he jests as he leans forward and pecks a kiss from my lips. “Now, if you’ll turn back around…” he stops and grabs my body and flips me around, again pushing me up against the wall. “…I’m going to eat that sweet ass of yours,” he whispers into my ear. He licks my ear and then slides his tongue all the way down my back to the beginning of my crack and then stops. He places both his hands on my cheeks and spreads my ass apart which makes me gasp and clench. “I see you winking at me,” he breathes in a whisper into my ass. His warm breath gives me goose bumps all over. I look back and see he’s looking up back at me. I swallow hard and while still looking into my eyes, he dives into my eager ass with his hungry tongue. Oh my God this feels so good! I scream in my head as he munches on my asshole. I can feel his warm and wet tongue circle and probe my hole which makes me moan and tighten. I can tell he likes it because he squeezes my ass and moans every time I do it.
“That feels so good Mr. Lucien,” I breathe in a hushed tone.
“Yeah you like that don’t you?” he mutters and smacks my ass and then rubs it to lessen the sting. He then peels my ass open again and spits onto the hole following it with his tongue again and I can feel him pushing spit into my hole. He flicks his tongue a couple of times before he leans back resting his backside on his heels, admiring his work.
“God your hole is so pink and soft looking,” He says with a scoff of disbelief and then springs up back to my ear and whispers again. “Okay Bryan, get ready,” he says as he rubs his finger around my hole and moves his spit around. He then takes his left hand and grabs my jaw and opens my mouth. My stomach starts to stir with this action. Such dominance he exerts over me has me yearning for him to completely over power me. Taking his right hand he puts his first two fingers on my lips.“Suck on my fingers, get them nice and wet,” he demands. Oh God this is too much. I feel like I’m going to burst!
“Yes sir,” is all I’m able to whisper out of my mouth before he slides his fingers in and closes his eyes and moans. Hmm, they taste sweet.
“Oh man your mouth is so warm and wet. This will do nicely,” he points out. I suck on his fingers for a few moments before he’s turning me around again, taking his fingers out of my mouth and starting to rub my hole. He begins to tap it and press the tip of his point finger slowly in and out.
“Holy fuck!” I stammer. God this feels so good. It’s driving me crazy. I want this man so badly that I feel the desire tingling all the way down to my belly and my crotch and most interestingly, my asshole. I look back and he’s looking down at what he’s doing and he has an adorable smirk on his face. My heart starts to beat fast. Do I love this man? I’ve known him for six years and we’ve been close the entire time. He knows me better and more emotionally than anyone else. I close my eyes and remove the thoughts as best I can. Best not to think about those things right now.
It’s then that he is looking up at me and smiles with a slight chuckle. He winks and then slides his entire finger into my butt. I squeeze my eyes, wince and moan from the sudden rush of sensation. This is all as new to me as I’ve never had anything up there really. I mean I’ve put my finger up there before maybe once or twice but my finger is so much smaller than his. He pulls his finger out immediately after putting it in.
“Sorry Bry,” He says with concern in his eyes.
“It’s okay, I’m just new to that, but I like it,” I blush.
“I can tell,” He mumbles with closed eyes as he comes back up bringing his face close to mine. He’s now slightly to my left, as he leans in to my ear and whispers, “I want to take your virginity Bryan.”Gulp.
He kicks off his shoes and pants quickly but leaves his underwear on under his huge scrotum and around his buttocks. He slides behind me putting his right hand in between my shoulder blades, holding me against the wall and I hear him spit and then hear a squishing sound of him rubbing his penis with his other hand. My anticipation is building up to a breaking point. I’m sweating so much, my palms slide down the wall he has me pinned against. He places his moist hand on my hip and squeezes while his hand on my back snakes to my neck.
“Are you going to do that again? If so, give me a little heads up,” I chuckle. Again he’s back to my ear.
“Like I said, I want your virginity…” he pauses to kiss my ear. “…all of it,” he finishes with a hushed rasp to his voice. With that he presses the head of his cock to my asshole.“I’m so sorry baby, but this is going to hurt,” he says empathetically. He leans forward and quickly whispers into the back of my head, “relax and push your hole out.”With the ending flick of his tongue forming the T of the word against his teeth he thrusts deep inside me. And I scream.

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Fantasy

The Bus Ride Part 1

It was a warm and sticky afternoon when I got onto the bus in the City Centre. What was unusual about today though was how busy the bus was, well unusual for me. You see I normally caught a later bus to get home but had left the office today about an hour and half earlier than normal, simply because it was a nice day and I didn’t see why I should stop at work longer than necessary given we had suffered a few days of really poor but typically British summer weather. What was it they say?
How can you tell when its summer in England?
The rain warms up!
Well it hadn’t rained and the sun was shining so I thought I’d treat myself to an early finish and get home before Coronation Street finished. So here I was at the back of a queue of people, all crowding to get on the bus.
I just stood back and let them get on. I had an hour and three quarter’s journey in front of me and knew that a seat would become available eventually. Still I had not expected the crush that faced me. Talk about sardines in a tin. And to top it all off it was peak rush hour so it would be a slow slog out of the city. Still I had my iPod and I was on my way home.
Maybe at this point I should tell you a little about myself? Here goes. I am 22(ish), slim, obviously female and single. I have been single for, umm let me see now, it must be 9 months. Possibly a little longer. I like my independence. I am not actively looking for a bloke to share my life with, I am not worried I am going to be left on the shelf and neither am I gay or bi. (Although the idea of other girls does not exactly repulse me like it does some of my friends). I live alone and enjoy my life.
In short Bridget Jones I am not.
I think I am quite attractive I certainly get attention from certain male quarters at work, but I tend not to mix business with pleasure. Also, I tend not to go out too much except with a few of the girls at work and then only occasionally. Maybe that’s why I am still single, but I don’t sweat it. And yes of course you want to know about my sex life. Otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this now would you? Well, if truth be told I don’t have one. Not since Paul and I split up. Not that the fireworks in the bedroom with Paul were that explosive to be honest. Perfunctory I suspect is a word that best describes the twice weekly shenanigans that occurred between us. So I never really missed it. Not as much as I think I miss it now though. So the story I have to tell comes as something of a surprise to me. It may not be much compared to what you may be used to, but it took me by surprise and opened my eyes to what exactly is possible given the right circumstance.
There I was squeezing myself past the great British public on a single decker bus that for this time of day ought really to have been a double decker. Still, it was my chariot home and I wasn’t complaining. Every seat was taken by the time I got on and there was not even ‘standing room only’. There was heavy duty bodily contact with complete strangers as I pressed my way to a small gap next to the single pull down seat upon which a tired looking middle aged bloke sat who, like me, was listening to something on earphones. I grabbed the hand loop hanging above my head and turned around to face the interior of the bus turning my back on the gentleman. The bus pulled away and almost as a single body my travelling companions and I swayed first one way then the other as the bus lurched along the busy street on its way out of the city centre. The first bit of the journey didn’t last too long as the bus was forced to stop in the line of traffic that was snarling up the city centre. I resigned myself to remaining in this position for some reasonable time. Deciding to concentrate on the music playing into my ears and resting my head on my raised arm I closed my eyes.
It must have only been seconds when I and my travelling companions were all once again jolted simultaneously and I felt, well I thought I felt a warm hand touch my leg.
Maybe I ought to explain a little more here, before I go any further. Just so you understand, is that ok? Yes? Good.
I realised I was standing very close to the middle aged man who was sitting on the fold down seat behind me. I didn’t realise it at the time but looking back on it now I must have almost shoved my arse in his face, well not exactly his face, but certainly in his direction. I am not sure how the configuration worked, I didn’t take that much notice but because of the height of his seat and the platform the seat was on and the foot-well that I was standing in, my arse was very close to his lap, or something like that anyway. I’m not completely clear on it as you will come to realise as you read on. Suffice to say, that to the events that transpired on the trip, the positioning of my arse was most advantageous although if I had been aware of it I would have been highly embarrassed at the time. I still blush a little now about it and have never caught that bus since in case I have to see that man again.
Anyway, I was wearing a fairly tight fitting skirt (it hugged my arse nicely, but not so tight that I displayed a VPL), and because I had been in a rush that morning I had found the only clean pair of stockings I had in my flat which were stay-ups rather than proper stockings or tights. I don’t normally wear these for work, I normally wear tights, but in my rush this morning wore the only thing I had available. My skirt had a split up the centre in the back and I suspect in certain positions exposed quite a lot of thigh. It wasn’t that I lacked confidence you understand. I have nice legs, I know that, I have been told lots of times, but if I had realised just how much thigh was on show, well I think there was a fair bit anyway, I might not have worn that skirt to work. Still I had worn it and in its way I think it contributed quite a lot to what happened next.
The bus settled down after the bumpy stop and I turned to look at the man sitting behind me who by now was looking up at me and I apologised for bumping him. He had a warm friendly smile and said,
“No problem, its ok” and I swear he winked.
I turned my head back and given the position I was in felt somewhat constrained. One hand was holding my handbag onto my shoulder and the other was holding me upright by gripping tightly the hand-loop over my head. When I look back on it now I was in bondage but untied. Quite ironic really. Well, I digress. The bus lurched to a stop again and again I felt what seemed like a warm hand touch my leg. Only this time it seemed to linger a little longer just under the hem of my skirt. I don’t know what it was, if it was the suddenness of it, the heat, the public place, but I felt a little thrill rush through my body and a shiver go down my spine. I also felt something that I had not felt in a very long time, since well, if I am honest, before Paul. I felt aroused. Really aroused. Not just my body responding to an external stimulus but that deep arousal that possesses your mind, eventually if left unchecked it will possesses your soul and then it’s too late, the only reaction your body has is wanton. I had felt it before, but only once and I felt the seeds of it germinating once again.
I found, as I quickly debated the invasion of my privacy that feelings long forgotten and believed lost coming back and involuntarily I moved my left leg, (I could not physically move my right one as it was jammed up against the foot-well), and as a result opened my thighs perceptibly a little. My “abuser” took this movement of my leg as a positive invitation as I felt his warm hand positively stroke my inner leg around my knee. His hand felt hot and coarse through the soft material of my stay-ups. I kept my eyes closed and revelled in the sensation, having forgotten what it felt like to feel the touch of a man anywhere on my body.
I am not an exhibitionist by any stretch of the imagination, but knowing that I was in an extremely public location while having my leg stroked was a huge turn on. Then the bus lurched to a stop once again and the invading hand slipped higher up and above the hem of my skirt.
I panicked, for a few seconds reason re-entered my mind and I wondered what other people on the bus would be thinking, me letting this man touch and caress my leg, so quickly I looked around as best I could and was shocked by the apathy and indifference that was the standard expression on my travelling companions’ faces. I looked down at my assailant and saw his deep blue eyes gaze up at me and he winked. That jolt of a shiver ran through me again and I looked down to see that the way I was standing and he was sitting, no one but the two of us knew what was happening.
This gave me fresh impetuous and again I moved my free leg slightly making the invitation to do more definite.
He did not need asking twice. As the bus drove along the road, sailing past stops of expectant passengers because it was so full already, the middle aged man with the blue eyes raised his hand higher up the inside of my thigh gently stroking causing me to tighten my grip on the handle for fear that the sensations running through me would cause me to faint.
I drew in a sharp breath when I felt his fingertips touch the soft flesh of my upper thigh. I did not realise that he would be able to move so high up without drawing attention to us, but the split in my skirt allowed for that. I trembled and wanted more so I pushed back onto his hand indicating that I wanted him to continue, not knowing where this could go or what it could lead to, I simply knew that I was going. Going in the sense that I was abandoning all reason to the touch of this stranger. I knew of course what would be next and the thought of this stranger touching me through my cotton panties made me squirm pressing my thighs together preventing his upwards movement further. Who was I trying to kid. I knew he had only centimetres left before he touched me where few people had touched me ever and I was torn between a desperate desire to feel another’s touch right there and the madness of the situation with ‘sensible me’ screaming “stop this right now!”
He seemed to sense my indecision as any pressure from his hand to progress further up my thigh ceased until I relaxed re-inviting his attentions. He did not hesitate I presume in case I had a change of mind and his hand through the simple extension of his fingers stroked that part of me that was covered by my white cotton panties. His fingers were in the genital gap where the lips to my pussy were and he was stroking that material that was the only barrier between our respective skins.
It was then I realised just how damp I had become. I moaned. I know I did. I moaned out loud and took a couple of odd looks from those closest to me who heard. I hope they thought I was just enjoying the music that I was listening to, but by that time I had given up caring. I was concentrating on the light touch that my strange man was doing under the hem of my skirt and along the length of the gap between the tops of my thighs. It felt wonderful. It felt fantastic. It felt delectable. I am not really able to describe how it felt; there simply are not enough adjectives in the English language to describe how I was feeling right then.
What came next shocked me even more than my sluttish behaviour was when my man actually touched my pussy lips. Somehow he had moved the material of my panties to one side and was now gently, but firmly stroking my pussy lips whilst at the same time probing to find the inner edge of them so he could part them. That was not hard. Once again I moved my leg so as to afford him more room and my now very moist lips parted at the slightest touch that he made. He stroked the moist flesh on the inner of my pussy lips and I felt wave after wave of pleasure ripple through my body and squeezed my eyes shut tight as I fought to fight the need to cry out in ecstasy. I think at that point I had several mini orgasms. I can’t really say as I have only ever climaxed through been fucked before. This was new, very new, to me and so intense. How I controlled my urge to press my pussy down onto his hand and have him fill me with his fingers there and then I will never really know, but I did. I had no choice really did I? This strange middle aged, blue eyed man was in full control and he knew it. I had invited him to invade me and he was doing just that. In public, in the open yet still only he and I knew what was happening.
Next came the ultimate sensation as for the first time in several months my pussy was occupied. I noticed he was very careful, first his fingertip pressed between my pussy lips then is sank into the wet fleshy hole until he was in up to his knuckle. Given the restraints of where we were he could not really get any deeper and so as he began to simply finger fuck my pussy by the twitching of his finger tip I settled back a little to enjoy his attentions.
It felt good. There was no massive cock, no hard fucking and banging away at my body, now sweaty pulsing sexual organs. Just a fingertip placed shallowly into my wet pussy hole and inside I was screaming out that I needed to cum and cum quick. Outwardly I just looked like I was enjoying the music but the rhythm of the bus as it drove along the road and the gentle motion of the finger buried in my pussy was like Heaven on Earth to me. This went on for a few seconds as the bus next came to a stop to let some passengers off, who were instantly replaced by new commuters so my position on the bus did not change, except that I had to press backwards onto my man’s hand to let someone past. This he took as an opportunity to slip two more fingers into me and this felt so good.
As the bus pulled away, so his fingers continued to fuck me. I was getting close now. I could feel wetness on the inside of my thigh one leg was damp the other, protected by the cotton panties pushed to that side of my crotch was dry. Still I now desperately needed to cum in the worst way and I flexed my pussy muscles in response to the attention that my now very wet hole was receiving from this man. Soon I was cumming. My head spun off the planet, I went dizzy, I tensed and squeezed real hard as my vagina walls pulsed, my inner thighs seemed to ripple, my back seemed to arch and I noticed that my nipples had stood to attention under my bra and were protruding quite visibly under the blouse I wore. My arse cheeks clenched. In all this I could do nothing but make guttural sounds that must have made people think I was going to have a fit or something. Still, as my climax came I felt cum squirt out of my body and I must have soaked his hand. I know my leg was wet!
He continued to finger fuck me slowly after my muscles relaxed and did so until it was time for me to move towards the rear of the bus. As the journey continued, so more people got off than got on and the hidden space where my middle aged man had so expertly brought me off in public disappeared. Besides, I was weakened and worried I might collapse after so intense an experience. I was also highly embarrassed and had to move away to sit down. I just preyed that my skirt was not wet or that I had not left a wet patch on the floor behind me. I am fairly certain I hadn’t but hurried to the rear of the bus when I saw a free seat just in case and sat down not daring to move in case I should expose what I had allowed to happen to me to anyone else. I was exhausted, embarrassed, ashamed, yet thrilled all at the same time. What impact this would have on me I did not dare to imagine, I just turned up my music, rested my head back and re-lived in my mind the previous 10 minutes.
When I looked up again my man had got off the bus. I must have dozed a little. Still I squeezed my thighs together and as if I needed confirmation, I felt the dampness still there.
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Victorious part 10

Ten
Walking into the office, he knew something was different in how he was feeling. His cock jumped at the sight of Carmine in easy access designer sweat pants waiting alone by the door. She didn’t look him in the eye, and was surprised when he snatched her up and pulled her to the back of the office after opening the door and locking it behind her.
She was docile as he took her straight to his desk and pushed her down over it. Without a word, he pulled her pants over her ass and down her legs. The Latina’s pussy was burning and the scent alone almost made him cum. Without any warning, he stood over her and plunged his cock into the sweltering pool of her sex.
She was almost as hot as Meredith, and with no more than a surprised squeal she took nearly his full length as he burrowed into her. Unrestrained he built up a bruising pace and thrusted into his current partner without any kind of gentleness. His mind was in a different world and he noted her orgasms with sadistic glee as her body tried to keep up.
Trapped as she was, she had no say when he started prying her ass apart. He sent his fingers into her back hole as she reached back to swat his hand away while protesting in broken gibberish.
Pulling back out of her pussy, he rammed his cock into her ass. Carmine screamed but was stifled by Victor as he jammed his forearm across her open mouth like a riding bit and used his arm to pull her back and take more of her ass.
He crept along in her ass and gave her short thrusts making her grunt with effort as he continually pushed into her. Leaning heavily over her, he gave a few final thrusts and exploded into her ass. She gasped in surprise at the volume of his outpouring that swelled his cock in her ass and warmed her whole rectum.
Pulling back, he stood over Carmine and straightened up his clothes. He noticed her looking askance at him as she lay still. “Get dressed. You deserve that for getting your work in early, good job.”
Victor offered her a hand up but she slid away and scurried to her desk without looking at him.
Only Mist had arrived while they were fucking and she didn’t even seem awake enough to notice Carmine working at the desk.
The day passed un-eventfully until lunch time, when Carmine found her way over to Victor’s desk. Victor was glad he didn’t have to call her and wordlessly he got up and led her to the storage room behind the office’s kitchen.
Once in there, he unbuckled his pants and brought out his cock. Carmine looked from him to his cock, and fell to her knees. Trying to imitate Meredith, she opted to flutter her tongue around his cock and kiss the sides and bottom of his cock. Victor groaned from the feeling. Without any real stimulation, he couldn’t cum despite how good he felt.
He let her continue licking and kissing him and eventually she noticed that despite how hard he was she was getting nowhere. Changing tactics, she slobbered over his cock and tried to take it into her mouth then further into her throat.
Victor seized on the feeling and grabbed her up and started to fuck her face. Mindless of the noise she made as she struggled he continued until they were interrupted.
“Hello? Oh snap!” Victor spun and saw Nessi standing in the doorway.
The caramel black woman blocked the doorway and studied the room before she fixated on Victor’s cock.
“Well, well,” She muttered stepping in and closing the door. “Look what mama found. I bet I cou—“
Victor snatched her to him as soon as she got close enough. She looked at him with fear in her eyes and without any more than a growl, he pushed her down to her knees as they stared at each other eye to eye.
Carmine watched as he shoved his cock straight back to Nessi’s throat and fucked her face. Nessi was too shocked to fight or protest and raised her shoulders as she was made to blow him. Soon the shock wore off, and she got into a rhythm and used a hand on his shaft to help out Victor as he throat fucked her.
Pulling her up, his shiny cock slung around spit as it wagged around. He grabbed the back of her neck and bent her forward on her knees as Victor came around behind her.
“Gimme that pussy.” He barked in her ear.
Carmine looked confused, but Nessi knew what to do. She popped out her ass, and slowly pulled down her pants. The brown cheeks, and dark crack of her bubbly ass were exposed slowly as she struggled in the awkward position.
“No panties huh?” Victor noted as she slid her pants down further revealing more of her crack until finally they popped over the hump and dropped down to her knees.
Victor dropped to his knees behind Nessi, and looked her over. His straining cock pointed at her sex with awareness of what it could be doing. Her narrow waist ballooned out to the wide hips of a woman. Viewed from behind it was spectacular how her back strained to hold up her body.
Victor flushed looking her over. “Put your hands on the wall.” He urged quietly.
Pushing his hips forward he rubbed his cock into the underside of her pussy bringing out a moan from both women. Nessi’s pussy made a wet slapping sound as he hit her with it and she pushed back into him seeking out the heavy rod.
Without a word, Victor straightened his cock to point at her core and pushed. Nessi hissed in her breath as she felt him move into her. Unlike Carmine, her pussy was long and tight. Victor didn’t reach her end until he was more than halfway into her. She pushed back feeling him at her womb and Victor pushed in with her so they fucked his cock into her cervix continually.
Keeping his cock against the puckered inner hole, the pair built up a harder and harsher rhythm that sent the black woman’s cheeks colliding into each other as they wobbled. All at once the cervix started to give and Victor fell deeper into Nessi. As the head of his cock pushed into a hole it wasn’t meant to cross, Nessi froze and her back twitched.
Victor’s heavy balls hadn’t even reached the end of her tunnel before he found the absolute end of her. Sliding into the womb, an odd nub aligned with his pisshole. She clenched feeling him tickle her deep inside her body. The movement was satisfying for Victor, making him push in further as the nub vibrated oddly inside the head his cock along the back of his urethra.
With no warning, his cock immediately spit out a hot load. The single spurt wasn’t an orgasm for Victor. As usual however, it did feel good. It was not unlike pumping a large spurt of potent pre-cum.
Feeling his cock twitch and spit, Nessi pushed back and had a small sympathetic climax. He had caught her off guard as the warm spurt gushed out. With the nub driven into his pisshole again, Nessi clenched, making it vibrate in his pisshole, so it stimulated Victor’s cock gush again, which in turn made Nessi drive back again even harder as she climaxed yet again.
Again his cock belched, and again she climaxed, then drove back and twitched. Five, six, seven times he gave her more and more of his sperm. Victor rode along the cycle they were trapped in unaware of the larger orgasm he was being pushed too. Nessi could feel his cock swelling and heating to become white-hot as it filled up.
When he released his cum in a tremendous orgasm, he gave a shout, thrust into Nessi wildy a few times, and began to spurt a heavy load that seemed make his abdomen pulse. Countless drawn out contractions pumped gobs of potent thick stick sperm out into her womb. He could feel every thick clump travel down his cock and splash inside her where it contributed to the wetness and warmth already inside her.
Nessi took his spending with an orgasm of her own as she felt the sensations of his large penis run wild within her. She got a cold sweat, as her womb was whitewashed in jets of warmth.
For a moment, Victor leaned over her as she fell into the wall. Next to them, Carmine continued to masturbate frantically. As he moved to stand, Carmine kept her eyes on his oddly still hard cock.
She pushed him back and knelt to take it in her mouth as he tried to catch his breath. Victor looked down at her as she gobbled his cock. The trickle he had left in his balls was barely enough to satisfy her. After he came, she stood and straightened herself. Ignoring Nessi, who was still against the wall, she left quietly without looking back.
The day was slow after lunch. Victor went to make his rounds and gave a nod to Nessi and Carmine before he left early for the day.
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Mrs. Horny

“Heaton? Paul Heaton?” My assistant addressed the class of sixth-form boys.
“Here, Miss.” The teenage boy nonchalantly raised his arm.
“When this class is finished Mrs. Horner wants to see you in her office. I’ve already informed Mr. Rotheray that you’ll miss his lesson.” She handed him a slip of paper and left the classroom.
I’m the Head of Sixth Form at a Private School in the North of England. I’ve been married to Jim, a policeman, for 22 years. We’ve never had children of our own. Perhaps our jobs have put us off!
My nickname among the pupils is Mrs. Horny! Obviously a play on my surname, but I also because I like to dress ‘nice’. I usually wear stockings under my skirts, (hopefully not too obvious) and I like to show a little bit of cleavage too. I’ve taught at this school for 7 years.
Paul Heaton is the 18 year old Captain of both the rugby and cricket teams. He was very bright but had recently lost interest in his work and was becoming a bit of a troublemaker.
Dave Hemmingway, the Gym teacher had once, crudely, told me that all Paul needed was a ‘young tart’ to empty his balls into and he would be fine.
“Come in!” I called out when Paul knocked on my door.
“Sit down,” I told him, as I read the final few paragraphs of a report that some of his teachers had written about him.
I looked at him over the top of my glasses.
“Do you know why I want to see you?” I asked him.
“No Miss.” He replied, his eyes flicking around my office.
I walked around my desk and perched on the front as I began my lecture to him about ‘working hard’, ‘making more effort’, ‘curbing his temper’, etc, etc.
He looked sheepish and kept nodding his head.
I turned and leant back across the desk to pick up the report. If I did it just right I was sure that he would be able to see my stocking top. When I sat upright again I waved the report at him.
Paul was grinning from ear to ear.
“What are you smiling at?” I demanded to know.
“Nothing Miss.” He lied as he shuffled in his seat, sliding down so he could get a clearer look up my skirt as I crossed my legs.
“Paul!” I waved the report again, “I’ve spent all afternoon reading this! It’s about you! What do you think it says?”
He shrugged his shoulders and didn’t take his eyes off the lace at the top of my black stockings.
“Three of your teachers want me to expel you!” I lied, “What are you prepared to do to make me change their minds?”
Paul suddenly looked shocked, “Anything Miss! I’m sorry! Don’t tell my parents please. I’ll change…honest!” He rambled.
“Well,” I smiled at him; “there may be something that you can do that will convince me that you want to stay at this school.”
“What’s that Miss?” he began to relax; now looking at my ample bosom as I leant forward.
I put the report back on my desk and stepped towards him. I was pleased to see a bulge in his trousers.
“Stand up!” I told him as firmly as possible. Paul stood eye to eye with me.
I stroked his crotch.
“MISS!” He gasped.
“So do you play with yourself?” I cheekily asked him.
“No Miss. Sort of. Oooohh Miss!” He nearly choked as I squeezed his balls.
“What do you think of when you play with yourself?” I chuckled as I lifted his hands and placed them on my large 34d breasts. He instantly grabbed them and began kneading them like dough. I normally like my husband to be sensitive with them, but Paul’s amateur grappling felt very, very sexy.
He blushed and told me, “Madonna, Meg Ryan, Uma Therman…loads of women!”
I grinned as I continued stroking and squeezing his young manhood through his school trousers.
“You like older women do you?” I asked as I tickled his heavy balls, “Would you like to have sex with an older woman?” He didn’t need asking twice, and nodded his head.
“Because I like having sex with younger men!” I laughed as I kissed him sliding my tongue past his soft lips and into his mouth.
“Do my breasts feel nice?” I asked as he grappled with them through my blouse.
“Yes Miss!” He grinned as he squashed them together making my cleavage look like a mountain range.
“Would you like to see them?” I sexily smiled.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Whoa! YES PLEASE!” Paul nearly choked on the words.
“Take my top off.” I whispered. He quickly fumbled with the hem and in no time it was flung onto the floor.
He looked at me for guidance.
“That’s good, keep doing that.” I groaned as he boyishly groped my tits through my bra.
I unclipped it with one hand and pulled his face in between my naked heaving breasts with the other.
Together we ripped his blazer, shirt and tie off, dropping them at our feet.
His muscle bound, hairless torso looked magnificent as my hands stroked and tickled his chest and shoulders.
Paul’s firm hands and wet tongue covered every inch of my matronly tits. His hot breath made my nipples stick out like peanuts.
“Suck my tits, suck them!” I gasped. He instantly obeyed, smothering an aching teat with his warm wet mouth. My tits tingled for the first time in years.
My own fingers were now unzipping his trousers and fumbling with his underpants. His cock felt huge as I pulled it out of his pants.
“Stop! Sit on my desk!” I gulped as I pushed him away. His cock was about 6 inches long and as thick as my wrist, waving from side to side as he moved across the room.
As Paul sat on the edge of my desk his cock stood up like a flag-pole, he instinctively wanked it as I unbuttoned my skirt and let it fall to the floor leaving me standing in front of my schoolboy pupil in just my stockings and sexy black knickers.
This man/boy looked so erotic standing naked with his massive cock in his hand.
I took his thick cock in my hands and rolled my fingers along the fat length, shadowing every blue vein with my bright red fingernails.
“I love sucking cocks. Do you want me to suck yours?” I nearly begged him.
“Yes Miss.” He grunted as I covered the soft purple knob with my brightly coloured lips. My fingers engulfed his thick shaft, as I tasted his young cock. I couldn’t remember the last time that I’d sucked a cock that was as hard as this. He was absolutely rock solid as I tried to get it all in my mouth. I sucked and licked and chewed him as if my life depended on it.
As I blew him my hands began stroking his hairy legs and arse. I’d forgotten that men’s’ bodies could be this firm or muscular.
“Mmmm.” I moaned as his cock tickled my tonsils. My left hand squeezing his spunk filled bollocks as my right rubbed and stroked the length of his shaft.
After two or three minutes Paul tensed up and began groaning, my rubbing became faster as all I wanted to do was taste his virile young spunk.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!” he grunted as the first large spurt filled my mouth. It was wonderfully thick and salty as it hit the back of my throat. I gripped his cock and sucked every last drop into my mouth and swallowed it deep down into my belly.
When he was finally finished I stood up and licked his gorgeous stomach, chest and nipples with my cum covered tongue.
Like all young men he seemed fascinated with my large breasts. His hands automatically grabbed them again as I eased my knickers off. The pain was exquisite and he made my eyes water as he twisted and tugged my extended nipples.
“Ohhhh Paul,” I groaned as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of my tits.
With my breasts stinging with pain I whispered, “Do you want to lick my cunt?”
He looked surprised, “Yes. But I don’t know how to.”
“I’ll teach you,” I told him as I pulled away and lay back on the desk with my knees in the air and my feet on the edge exposing my glistening gash to him.
His pale blue eyes sparkled as he stared at my welcoming shaven haven.
When I pulled the sticky flaps apart I was so wet I felt some of my love-juice trickle out and run onto some papers that were lying underneath me.
“Stick your tongue out and slowly lick the edge,” I advised him, “take your time.”
He tentatively ran his tongue along my outer labia. His eyes grew in size as he quickly acquired the taste of woman.
His face nearly disappeared inside me as he lapped and sucked my trembling pussy. Paul’s nose kept touching my clitoris as he tongue fucked me, sending me nearer and nearer the edge of a fantastic orgasm.
I could still taste his bittersweet cum in my mouth as I told him, “Oh fucking Hell Paul…yes…yes…. That’s good…yesssss…oh God, Paul you’re making my cunt very wet…. Finger me, finger me, and push your fingers in!”
I moaned and groaned as he tried to get his fingers past his chin and into my aching hole.
I had to grab and squeeze my heaving tits, pulling and tugging at my nipples just as my young lover had done moments before.
“Higher, higher!” I gasped as his tongue flashed just underneath my clit for the hundredth time. He did as he was told and instantly found my throbbing clit at the same time as two of his thick fingers slid deep inside my vagina.
“Aaaarrrggghhh, Uuuuggghh, ssshhhiiittt!” I groaned and shook my head as my orgasm finally hit me making me shake like a jelly.
As I lay trembling in the afterglow of my orgasm, Paul took two steps back as if to survey his handiwork.
Still with one stocking clad leg raised on my desk and the other dangling over the edge I realised that his massive cock was as hard as before.
“God! It is true about young men’s’ recovery time!” I laughed to myself.
“Fuck me!” I told him as I lifted my leg back onto the desk and beckoned him towards me.
As he nudged his fat knob into my cunt I pulled my nylon covered legs back until my knees touched my tits.
“Shit! Fucking SHIT! Ooh you fucker! You little fucker!” I groaned as inch by inch his fat monster filled my under used pussy.
He leant forward and gripped onto the far edge of my desk as the last of his cock filled me up putting lots of pressure onto my cervix. “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” I hissed.
He complied by drilling his massive thing into me, time after time.
I’d been promiscuous most of my life and had many lovers but this young boy was fucking the living daylights out of me. My feet were soon pushed back around my ears as he relentlessly pounded my pussy making me moan, groan, purr and pant.
“Miss! This is…. This is…is fucking great! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wailed as his cock continued thrashing my middle-aged vagina.
After five or six minutes of this fantastic fuck I was beginning to regret sucking him off earlier. He was lasting forever! I was in absolute ecstasy as he tried to nail me to the desk with that fabulous hunk of meat.
“I want to cum! I want to cum!” Paul grunted as sweat dripped from his forehead onto my neck.
“Let me turn over,” I panted.
My stomach and back ached like never before as I rolled onto my stomach and positioned myself on all fours for him.
His cock looked even bigger and sexier as he stood with his hands on his hips waiting for me to get comfortable.
“Can I…you know…cum inside you?” he asked as I spread my legs.
“Oh yes!” I purred again.
I had to guide it in for him, but once the knob found the spot he resumed at the same furious pace as before.
Getting fucked doggy style is just the most amazing feeling at the best of times, but when your lover is standing up at exactly the right angle and happens to have a fat 6 inch cock – the feeling is out of this fucking world!
Paul grabbed my fleshy hips and fucked me like a dog and its bitch. He pounded and pounded until his cock felt like it was going deep into my belly.
I knew that he couldn’t last much longer, but couldn’t do anything to help him but hang onto the edge of the desk.
“Miss! Miss! Miss!” he called out, “I’m cumming!”
“I know, I know!” I gasped as I thrust my arse back to try and meet his energetic thrusts.
“Haaaaaaaaa, Oooohh, Oooohh!” he groaned as his hot spunk exploded inside my womb. Paul dug his fingers into my soft skin as he clung onto me while the last drops of his cum flooded my well-fucked hole.
My young lover silently withdrew his flaccid cock and flopped trembling onto the wooden chair. His face was a picture of wonderment and shock.
I ungraciously crawled off the desk in the most unladylike manner, but felt absolutely wonderful as my stretched vagina oozed excess spunk down the inside of my thighs.
The Gym teacher, Mr. Hemmingway, had been right; all Paul had needed was some tart to empty his balls into; but that tart was me his teacher.
Paul came to my office every Wednesday afternoon for private tuition until the end of term in the July. We fucked and sucked in every position possible. I was sexually fulfilled for the first time in 20 years and he seemed able to concentrate on his schoolwork again, subsequently passing his exams and going to College.
Thankfully he kept his promise of silence and our secret never came out, until now.
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The Days After My Wedding (Part 3)

The Days After My Wedding (part 3)
by Britney Hoglund
I went inside after reading the letter. It was 11:00 and Jeff was still sleeping. I took the letter into our computer room where I copied it. Then I returned it to Jeff’s flight bag. I put the copy in my purse before sitting on the couch to reflect.
I still was in shock and didn’t know what to think. A million unanswered questions swirling through me. I couldn’t believe Jeff would cheat on me. I always thought he was so in love with me and that he had such a moral, conservative personality. But then, I thought that about myself before I met Todd.
The sex between Todd and me was just an adventure. Through it all, I remained deeply in love with my husband. It was a terrible feeling to think that not only has my husband been having sex with another women, but that he could of possibly fell in love with her. And if so, does he still love me? The thought brought tears to my eyes. I couldn’t bare thinking my husband loving someone else and not me.
A whole hour passed before a thought crossed my mind — a thought that should have come an hour ago. “Who is she?”
I took the copy of the letter out of my purse and held my breath before opening it to read again. I scrolled through the letter, going over the disgusting details again. I had a lump in my throat as I read. I felt jealous and sick when it came to the part about what they did on the night of my wedding.
I finally made it to the end of the letter which closed with, “Your secret lover . . . Lisa.”
“Lisa.” I said aloud.
I guess I read the name Lisa the first time but was in too much shock to contemplate it. There is no way this could be a coincidence.
“This could not be Lisa, Todd’s wife,” I thought.
I just sat there and let the thoughts swim around my head for another two hours when, finally, I heard noise from the bedroom. It was Jeff getting out of bed. I wasn’t ready to face him. I was still so confused about everything. I ran into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower, disrobed and got in. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door.
“Britney?” said Jeff.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” I replied.
As I showered, I mustered the courage to go out and just pretend everything’s normal. After I got out of the bathroom and dressed, I found Jeff sitting in the kitchen in his shorts and a t-shirt, drinking coffee and reading the paper.
“Good morning, good afternoon, whatever it is, Jeff.” I said.
“Hi, honey,” he said.
I made him something to eat and I was somehow able to put everything in the back of my mind and act like I always do around him. He was going to work on another trip and had to leave at 7:00 p.m. I was looking forward to him leaving so I could think and stop pretending I don’t know anything.
His cell phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it.
“Oh, that’s my captain. The one I’m flying with tonight.” he said to me before answering the call.
Flipping open the phone, he said, “Hello,” and walked into the computer room.
I got up and hid around the corner trying to hear his conversation.
“Yeah, she’s home. I can’t talk to you right now but I’ll call you back on the way to work,” he said.
I could hear a female voice on the phone but couldn’t make out the words.
“I’ll call you back in about a half hour, Babe. Can’t wait to see you tonight,” he whispered.
I heard the voice continue.
“Okay, Babe. Stop that! You are giving me a hard on and I’ve got to go past my wife on the way out of here,” Jeff said, again whispering. “See ya tonight,” he said, shutting the phone.
I went back to the kitchen table and looked in the newspaper, pretending to read it. By the time Jeff entered the kitchen, he had his pilot uniform and was adjusting his tie.
“Sorry. That was Scott, the guy I’m flying with tonight. He was just calling to tell me . . .”
I just sat there and tuned out the rest of his lies. I somehow managed to keep a straight face, kiss him good-bye and exchange “I love you”s.
As soon as I heard his car pull off, I got up and ran down the hall and fell on the bed crying. I cried on and off for hours. In my whole life I had never felt so alone. My body was so weak from all the stress, and from having so little sleep in the past 48 hours. I felt horrible knowing what my husband was probably doing at that moment, and it was about 10 o’clock when I finally cried myself into a deep sleep.
It was 6:15 the next morning when my eyes opened again. I was really groggy and it took a moment for my brain to start functioning. Then thinking of the letter and the phone call, I hoped it was all a horrible nightmare.
I looked over and saw Jeff sleeping. My heart was broken, watching Jeff sleep on the other side of the bed. He usually falls asleep with me in his arms.
I got up quietly and walked into the kitchen. I looked at his bags sitting by the door. I didn’t want to see anymore but I was extremely curious and I needed to find out more. I dug through his stuff looking for more evidence. I pulled out his laptop and turned it on.
I did find something on the computer. It was the most shocking thing I have ever seen. All my questions were answered now. I just swallowed all my emotions that were now flaring even more than the day before. I copied it on a blank CD and put it in my purse with the letter before I got ready for work.
On my way to work I stared blankly at the road ahead, with no plan of what to do next. I just wanted to go through my day as usual.
I walked through the door and there were already tons of people getting off a big corporate jet. There was a line of probably 30 people and Todd was alone taking care of everyone from behind the counter. I hurried behind the counter and started handling everyone’s rental car, hotel, taxi, or other needs.
I went to the copy machine and though Todd was really busy, he stopped me for a second.
“Britney, is everything okay,” he asked with a look of very deep concern on his face.
“I don’t know, Todd. I’ll talk to you when we slow down a little, okay.” I said
Two hours later people were finally starting to dissipate. I just sat there, staring off in space, not looking at Todd. He scooted up behind me.
“Britney, please say something,” he said.
I’m sure Todd has been tortured the last 48 hours, with what happened the night before last, and with me not showing up at work yesterday.
“I don’t know, Todd,” I said , starting to tremble.
“What, Britney, did you tell your husband,” he asked in a panicky voice.
I looked into his concerned eyes — he has such a cute, little boy face — and all of the sudden I cracked a big smile. He looked at me curiously and I rolled my chair so my face was close to his. I gave him a soft kiss. He pulled back.
“Britney, please tell me what’s going on,” he said “What happened yesterday?”
I held his face with two hands. “Don’t worry about it now. Just kiss me,” I said quietly.
I kissed him softly for a moment and I opened my mouth inviting his tongue.
“Britney, tell me what is going on,” he said sternly, releasing his kiss.
I put my hand down on his crotch and began to rub his soft member through his pants.
“Don’t talk any more, Todd,” I whispered. “Just fuck me. I want you to fuck me now.”
We continued kissing and I felt his cock starting to grow in his pants. I undid his belt and zipper and pulled his cock out. Stepping back, I quickly slipped off my shoes and took off my pants. I was standing behind the counter in just my dress shirt and panties.
Pulling my panties to the side, I climbed onto Todd and guided his member in my pussy, and started to slowly move up and down on his shaft. I grabbed his head gently and kissed him passionately.
Before, Todd was just a friend that I fooled around with — a partner with whom I played kinky sex games. But this time I was making love with Todd. All the feelings I’d had for the last few days — jealousy, anger, shame, humiliation, sadness — all the sudden went away. I continued to passionately make love to Todd. A moment passed when I almost said I love you. I refrained from saying that, knowing that it wasn’t the truth. But at that moment I did love him.
I withdrew my kiss and continued slowly moving up and down on him.
“Now I really feel guilty,” he said.
“Why now,” I asked, smiling.
“Because this is the way I do it with Lisa,” he said.
Just hearing him say those words was beautiful to me. I looked up at the ceiling and continued smiling.
“ Would you feel more comfortable if I went back to acting like a complete slut,” I said.
“Hold on now. I didn’t say I was not really enjoying this.”
“I’m glad you are enjoying it,” I said “But I agree we need to just go back to being kinky little fuck buddies.” I said
“Yeah, but I’d say this is pretty kinky, fucking here behind the desk when someone could come in at any second,” he said, and I laughed.
“Our lunch break is coming up. Maybe we should pay another visit to the maintenance room,” I said.
“Mmm, that sounds great. And then when we get done, will you tell me what happened yesterday? I know something is wrong by the look on your face this morning,” he said.
“Okay, I do have something I need to talk to you about, but let’s go on lunch break first. I want to go in that maintenance room and be your little nasty whore.” I said
“Okay,” he said, moaning “You have me really curious right now because I know something’s up. But you got my cock so hard that I’m really not worried about anything but fucking the shit out of you.”
I moaned at his comment, got off him and stood up. He put his cock back in his pants as he watched me bend over and put my pants back on. I looked at him again seriously and gave him a soft passionate kiss.
“Thank you, Todd, you are the best friend I’ve ever had,” I said.
“Ah, you too,” he said. I put my finger on his mouth.
“Don’t say anything else.”
We clocked out and met each other in the maintenance room. We tore off each others clothes. He began kissing me softly again and I pushed him hard against the tool bench. He looked at me in shock, and before he had a chance to think why I had just violently shoved him, I was on my knees with his cock in my hand. I put my mouth over it and I sucked hard and fast. My hand circled his shaft with a very tight grip as I jacked him off at a fast pace. I looked up in Todd’s eyes — his mouth was open — and moaned while giving Todd probably the best blow job he’s ever had.
I spit on his cock and looked him in the eyes as I licked it off.
“You are such a little dirty fucking slut.” he said.
I got up in his face. “I am a dirty slut, so why don’t you treat me like one,” I said.
“You want that?”
“Yes treat me like your little worthless fuck toy, just do whatever you want to me,” I said
“If that’s what you want, that’s just exactly what I’m going to do,” he said, grabbing me by my long hair and slamming me face-down on the table. Todd pushed hard on my head, pinning my face to the table, and I was bent over with my ass sticking out. He reached his hand back and shoved his middle finger up my ass, all the way to his knuckle. He finger-fucked my ass a few times and then pulled my hair, forcing the back of my head up. He pulled is finger out of my ass and stuck it in my mouth, repeated this several times.
“You like tasting your shit hole, don’t you slut,” he said.
Before I could answer, he almost lifted me off the ground by my hair and threw me down on the concrete, face down against the cold floor.
“Reach both of your hands back and and spread your pretty butt cheeks, so I can see your cute little asshole,” he demanded.
I did as I was told, my face on the concrete and both my hands spreading my ass apart. I was so wet and turned on. But at the same time, my scalp was aching from having my hair pulled so hard. I was a little nervous because I couldn’t see what Todd was doing behind me. I don’t think Todd would actually hurt me but . . .
Just then I felt a warm fluid hitting my ass. I kept my ass pulled open and I could hear the stream hitting my asshole. It felt so good, as Todd’s piss hit my asshole and ran in my pussy. Then Todd shot piss all the way up my back and into my hair before he clinched the muscles in his cock, forcing the piss to stop.
He reached down and pulled me to my feet, then put his hand on the top of my head, forcing me to my knees.
“Now your going to drink my piss, you slut. Your going to drink it like you did on your wedding day in your wedding dress. Only this time, I’m not going to be careful to not get you dirty,” he said.
I was on my knees. Todd grabbed the hair on the back of my head, forcing my face upward. My mouth was open, waiting. As he pointed the end of his cock close to my open mouth, he let a stream of saliva come out his mouth. It hit my forehead and slowly slid down my face like molasses.
His piss began, and it shot in my mouth and hit the back of my throat, making me gag. He released my hair, letting me put my head down to recover, and I swallowed a mouthful as my butt came down hard back on the concrete. He stepped back and continued shooting his piss. It hit my tits and he worked it down to my stomach.
“Your stupid husband don’t know that I’m standing here pissing on his naked wife, does he,” he said.
He continued shooting his piss all over my naked body — from my, tits, down my stomach, on my pussy, and all over both of my legs and feet. He stepped up and grabbed the back of my head again and pushed hard making the flow really strong. I closed my eyes as the stream hit me between the eyes and splashed off my face. As the flow weakened, he moved the stream on my closed mouth and up to my forehead and finally let it drip down all over my hair.
He stepped back. I had my head down wiping my eyes with my wrist.
“Are you okay, baby,” he asked.
I opened my eyes, and looked up. I smiled and nodded my head.
“I wish your fucking husband could see you right now, sitting naked on the cold floor drenched in my piss,” he said.
He walked up to me again. I was still sitting on the floor with one hand holding me up, the other still trying to dry my eyes. He turned around and put his ass up to my face.
“And I wish he could see me, right now, because I’m going to wipe my ass with his little slut wife’s face.”
Grabbing the back of my head, he forced my face in his ass, rubbing his asshole up and down my face. He finally released his grip and stood in front of me and bent over in front of my face.
“Get on your knees and kiss my asshole. Now,” he demanded.
I got up on my knees and kissed his butt hole. I kissed it several times, moaning each time I did.
“Now, I want you to eat my ass. And I want you to think how much you love your husband as you push your tongue in my asshole,” he said.
I grabbed his ass with both hands and I spread his cheeks apart. And I thought of Jeff and what I seen on his computer, and his fucking letter, as I rimmed Todd’s asshole. I did it for several minutes, getting such pleasure forcing my tongue in his asshole with those thoughts in my head.
I didn’t want to stop but Todd turned around and forced me to bend over the table again. He spread my legs and shoved his cock into my cunt really hard, He pulled my hair really hard again as he thrust in and out as hard as he could.
“AH AH AHHHHH,” I screamed. “Your cock is so much fucking bigger then Jeff’s. You fuck me so much better then he does.”
“I’M CUMMING, I’M FUCKING CUMMING ALL OVER YOUR BIG COCK, TODD,” I yelled at the top of my lungs as my body froze up and I felt the orgasm all the way through my body. My cum came gushing out and ran down both our legs.
He thrust in a few more times then pulled out and forced me down to my knees again.
“Get on your knees whore. I want to cum all over his wife’s fucking face,” he said.
Todd stood there jacking his cock close to my face.
“ I wish my husband could watch you when you cum on my face,” I said encouragingly. “I wish he could have watched you fuck his wife on his bed, wearing his underwear, and you fucking me up the ass in my wedding dress before I went and married him.”
I rubbed his balls as he jerked off, wanting to make him as horny as possible before he shot cum in my face.
“And I wish he was here now, and he got to watch you make me taste my asshole off your finger, and then drenched my whole body with your piss, and you sticking your big fucking cock in his wife’s cunt,” I said. “I could just see him standing there watching you.”
Todd’s whole body tightened. I stared at his cock watching it swell and looking like it was going to explode. It seemed like hours watching his muscles tighten before a huge stream of semen shot out the end of his cock, splashing right on the center of my nose. A second load shot out sending a long stream from the top of my forehead, all across the top of my head. I rubbed my clit staring at Todd’s tight grip emptying all the fluid in his balls onto my face.
Todd stepped back and we both looked at each other trying to catch our breath. A long stream of warm cum was dangling off my chin.
“You look like an original glazed Crispy Cream doughnut,” Todd said as he laughed.
I let out a loud laugh as I started to get to my feet. “Boy, I tell you to treat me like a complete whore, and that’s exactly what you did. Look at me,” I said.
Standing up facing him, my hair was totally drenched and piss was dripping off my naked body. My face was totally white with chunks of cum dripping off of it.
“You said that’s what you wanted, so that’s what I did, and you know you liked it,” he said.
“Oh yeah, I really liked it,” I said, “In fact, I liked it so much that I’m going to give you a big kiss now.”
I walked up to Todd and gave him an open mouth kiss, and swapped his cum from my mouth to his. I stepped back and his cum was dangling off his nose.
Todd and I cleaned the piss off the floor using a nearby roll of paper towels. Then I wiped my body and hair the best I could. We both put on her clothes. I was dry but I was still a complete mess.
“What am I suppose to do. I can’t go back to work looking like this,” I said.
“There is a shower in the men’s bathroom that the pilot’s use. You can go in there and I’ll make sure that if someone comes in that they don’t go in. I’ll tell them it’s out of order or something,” said Todd.
We walked back to the FBO only about five minutes late. We walked up to a glass door and looked in. There was a pilot waiting in front of the counter.
“Oh fuck,” I said
“Okay, I’ll go take care of him. You wait here and when he leaves you can sneak in the men’s room.”
I watched through the glass door where I couldn’t be seen and saw Todd gave him the keys to his rental car.
Then I headed to the men’s room to shower and clean up before heading back to the work counter with Todd.
“Todd remember how I had something to talk to you about,” I said.
“Yeah.” he said
“I have no idea how to tell you this, so I just want to let you see for yourself,” I said.
Todd’s face looked concerned as I took the CD out of my purse and I stuck it in the computer. I clicked on a WMP icon and the video popped up.
It started with my husband sitting on a bed in a hotel room.
“Hello. My name is Jeff and I am making this video because sometimes weeks go by and I don’t get to see my sexy flight attendant, and this video will give me something to jerk my cock to while I wait to get another trip with her.
Todd laughed.
“What the hell is this,” he said
All of the sudden Lisa, Todd’s wife, appeared on the video.
“Hi baby,” Lisa said into the camera. She started undoing his pants and took out his cock and put her mouth on it.
“Don’t let your wife walk in and catch you jerking off to this video of you fucking me,” she said smiling, putting her mouth on Jeff’s cock looking into the camera and she gave a jack off gesture. Lisa got up and tore off her clothes, and sat on his cock in the reverse cow girl position.
“And I want a copy of this too, so when Todd goes to work I have something to watch and get off on,” Lisa said into the camera, while bouncing up and down on my husband’s cock.
Todd grabbed the computer plug and pulled it killing the power to the computer.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT,” he yelled.
“Todd I’m sorry, I found this note in Jeff’s pants while I was doing his laundry and I read it and then I just went through all his stuff, trying to find more evidence,” I said.
He tore the note from my hand and started reading it. His face went pale as he stared at the letter. When he was done reading, he crumbled up the letter and through it hard against the window before turning his back to me and leaning on a table. I watched him for a moment and I could hear him start to cry. I got up and went behind him and put my hand on his back.
“DON‘T TOUCH ME BITCH.” he yelled as he shoved me. I fell back and looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes, and his face was red with anger.
“Todd don’t get mad at me. We’ve been doing the exact same thing. Just calm down and let’s talk about this and try to figure out what we can do next,” I said.
“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do next. I’m going to go over to your house and take care of your fucking husband. That’s what I’m going to do next,” he said, storming out the door.
Todd jumped in his car and drove off and I followed him trying to keep up. It was two hours before we were suppose to get off work. I raced Todd down the interstate, I kept up with him in traffic, but as soon as he had an opening he was going over 100 mph and I fell behind.
I started to panic knowing that Todd was going to beat me home. He said he was going to take care of Jeff. What does that mean take care of him? Todd has about the maturity of a ten year old boy. He has been doing the exact same thing that my husbands been doing, but now the tables have turned and he can’t take it. I didn’t know if— take care of him meant kill him. I don’t think Todd could do that, but I have never seen someone as angry as he was when he left work. He looked like he was completely insane.
I knew I was going to have to call Jeff now, and warn him, and I would have to tell him that I know about him and Lisa, and that Todd knows that he’s been fucking his wife. I know that after I tell him that I was going to have to tell him about Todd and me.
My heart was pounding in my chest. I picked up my cell phone, and as I scrolled down to the name Jeff, all of the sudden I saw a couple of police cars. As I got closer I saw Todd. He was lying face down on the road being handcuffed, as I drove by.
I was relived, I now have time to get home to Jeff and explain this whole thing. I just hope that Jeff is more grown up then Todd. I was really nervous but exited at the same time that we can finally lay this whole thing on the table, figure out what we are going to do next, and get on with our lives, with or without each other.
I finally got to my street and pulled up close to my house. There was a car in the drive way. I pulled up and parked down the street. I am home two hours early from work, and there is a strange car in my driveway. I laughed “Hmm I wonder who that could be?” I said to myself “Now I get to go inside and catch them.”
I walked up to the door and walked into my house as quietly as I could. I heard screaming in the bedroom. I walked down the hall, and saw my bedroom door halfway open. I walked up to the wall next to the door as quietly as I could, and peeked my head in the room.
to be continued…………

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I Had No Choice, Book V, Chapter 21

Ed is a high school math teacher. He’s got his hands full with a pregnant teen mistress, her mother having a lesbian affair with his wife and sometimes with him, a shy nerdy biology teacher that awkwardly blackmailed him, and a cute Asian school girl that knows about at least some of his deviances. Will he be able to keep everyone happy? (lesbian first time, adultery, multiple partners, hate sex)

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Victorious part 8

Eight
By mid-Thursday afternoon, Carmen had gotten another fifteen pieces of business to fill her weekly quota. Meredith called her into the office as Victor stood off to the side.
“This week is good.” Meredith started.
Carmine fidgeted. “Yes.” She moaned.
“Is this your reward?” Meredith paused. “Or are we buying more sales from you?”
Carmine shook her head and her hands went to her pants. “I need this.” She unbuttoned her pants and wriggled it down her hips as Meredith watched nonplussed.
“Next week you will continue to work hard and sell?”
“Yes.” Carmine hissed and slid her hands down to touch herself.
Meredith bolted out of her chair and came around to the front of the desk. Curiously, she watched Carmine’s hands as she masturbated before her unabashed.
“Please…” Carmine pleaded. She reached out a hand and wavered in between grabbing Meredith, or Victor.
Meredith snatched her arm up and spun her around.
“First you give.” Meredith whispered in her ear. “Have you learned to give?”
She roughly pushed down Carmine making her squat. She got down low also and her skirt hiked up her bronze thighs. She tugged on Carmine’s pants so the Latina could get exposed.
Victor watched them. Carmine was so horny already she couldn’t see straight and Meredith was catching up. She put her hand in Carmine’s mouth and pushed her fingers in deep as she continued to whisper words of incitement. Carmine was hungry for it and sucked her fingers like they leaked ambrosia.
Meredith missed the sound of a vibrator hitting the carpet over Carmine’s coughing and gagging, but Victor didn’t. It was a light pink egg vibrating hard on the floor with a wire that disappeared into Carmine’s jeans.
He picked it up slowly almost confuse by its appearance. He looked over at Carmine squatting awkwardly with her pant almost past her knees. The smell of pussy blinded his senses but he could see that Carmine was leaking all over the carpet. It was a rare sight to see a woman actually dripping with desire. Victor pulled her up and toppled her over on the table as Meredith suddenly noticed the vibrator.
She yanked out the controller from Carmine’s pocket and fiddled with it while Victor prepared to mount her steaming pussy. Carmine swam on the table and moved her hips like she could see his cock out of it. Meredith used her pussy’s lube and stuck the vibrator up her ass just as Victor came up and gave her the rod. She clenched with a shriek as he burrowed into her.
Her juiciness only got his wide cock only so far and she reared up onto her toes trying to take the rest. Meredith lowered the speed on the vibrator, and Carmine whimpered and lowered herself onto Victor’s pole.
He pulled her back even further and got himself set to ravage her. Meredith timed him and simultaneously as he lunged in, she gave Carmine a quick dose of full speed. She screamed bloody murder as Victor pummeled her oscillating walls and bashed into her cervix. He pulled Carmine back and away from the desk and started giving her the fucking of a lifetime as she wailed like a cat. Deeper and deeper he took her as she went further and further out of her mind.
It was nearly five minutes of straight orgasms for Carmine before she dropped down and cradled herself. She seemed too exhausted to do anymore and tried sleeping on Meredith’s desk.
“Are you satisfied?” Meredith asked quietly. She kept the vibrator on but on a low setting as Victor stroked her pussy slowly. He ignored his close climax and stroked only to keep Carmine ready.
“Yess…” Carmine hissed and raised her head. Her face was wet from spit, sweat, or tears. She hadn’t worn make up luckily, but she looked truly traumatized laid across the desk with her pants around her ankles. Her pussy looked swamped and her whole ass glistened in the light from its wetness.
Victor pulled away from her and turned to Meredith. Without a word she dropped onto his cock. Her mouth licked off the other woman’s scent and gagged throatily on him to make him slick and wet before slurping it all off.
Carmine crept along the desk hypnotized as Meredith worked her mouth over Victors black cock. She was fast and bird like as she stimulated it with licks, sucks, and kisses. His large organ was attended too in precise locations in her own proprietary combination. Properly primed, She felt his cock start to twitch and swell. She bobbed low on him. Meredith knew that sometimes the mouth did more than just open wide for a meal. Victor had taught her using fruit and lectures involving porno’s how to match a mood with her lips.
Now she was in cleanup mode, but was dragging it out. Perhaps it was for Carmine’s benefit. The other woman looked like a cub watching mama grizzly hunt the elusive spiting black seal.
Meredith swirled him over her lips and against her teeth. Carmine leaned in even further and Meredith grinned and shocked her with the vibrator. With a start, she flopped over, and almost pulled out the wire before Meredith stopped her. Meredith waved her to ignore it, and let her come over, squat down next to her, and fondle his balls.
“They’re hot.” Carmine noted.
With a, exaggerated movement of her head, Meredith flopped the cock over onto Carmine’s forehead so she could suck. “He’s been prepared and ready. Can you finish him off?”
Carmine tried but she was not as precise or tender. Victor groaned and speared her mouth as he tried to stay in the zone. She gagged and Victor pushed in further and erupted into her mouth as she looked at them both in surprise. She kept her mouth open as he pushed in with short strokes.
Meredith tutted and rubbed her pussy idly watching her. “You have a good throat.” She stood and smoothed and straightened her dress. “You’ll need to work on your tongue and lip control. Victor deserves better, and he’ll need better if your mouth is ever going to be useful.”
“Maybe, I could practice.” Carmine said slowly as she eased over back against the desk. “Maybe on some nights he could take me to dinner, or a movie.” Her eye misted up as she thought of harlequin romance fiction.
“No.” Meredith said coldly shutting down her fantasy. “You have him for needed satisfaction. If you want his attention, you’ll have to prove you can satisfy HIM first. Victor won’t be squandered so you can play. You can have a man from IT come for you at night. The girls here already think you dangle them, but, my Victor will not be dangled by you, and he is not to be used for your unstructured fantasies.” She walked over behind the desk straightening her clothes and popped in a breath mint.
“You can’t prove an ability to be a benefit to him, or even keep a man if left to your own devices. So, he will direct you when he wishes.” Meredith said pulling her keys from her purse. “That way you will learn to be better, please him where possible, and get the attention you seem to crave.”
Carmine simply blinked unused to such straightforward talk. “So… I can have him?” She said puzzled.
“No, you are to be his. The conditions are again restrictive to your continuing success and otherwise good standing.” Meredith shifted, and walked over to face her. Victor saw the seeming contempt that Meredith looked down her nose at Carmine with. That negative attitude wasn’t there with Jan.
“You will learn another aspect of successful living if you are ready. But, you will not dally along like a teen romantic drama filling your time with unnecessary uncertainty like a fickle girl-child. You shouldn’t go into this as anything less than an informed adult. You will be his Fuck doll, nothing more. You will not put anymore thought or expectation onto him than what he allows.”
“Ahh…” Carmine seemed befuddled.
“Nothing more. You may think on the issue. We can always continue as we are until you are able to control your needs, or leave.” Meredith stood and stepped to the door. “But never misunderstand, Victor is mine. The time you have with him is mine too.”
She looked over and gave him the eye to follow her. Victor put away his cock and they walked out to the elevator. No one knew what Carmine would do sitting on the floor of the office looking a mess, watching them leave with her pants down, a pink wire stuck out her ass, and the taste of cum down the back of her throat.

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Becoming Sir Slave at Work

A stripper meets her Dom in a strip club after dancing just for him he turns her into the dirty slut they both know deep down she wants to be!!!!