Flat Tires..by Parris

It was two days until I started my period and I was so goddamn horny I was ready to screw the neighbor’s dog the next time it came into my yard to pee on the shrubs. Instead, after a long day at the office, I showered and slipped into my favorite over-sized shirt. Padding barefoot and bare-assed down the carpeted stairs, it was my plan to curl up in front of the television for an evening of watching X-rated videos and playing with a variable speed massager that I bought to treat a knee injury but ended up using as a vibrator. As my feet touched the floor of the entry hall, the doorbell rang. I watched a shadow cross the frosted sidelights and gave only fleeting thought to my state of near undress. Not expecting company, I went to the door to dispense of the salesman, missionary or whoever it was and get on with my masturbation marathon.
Cracking the door open, I braced it with my shoulder and peered out onto the porch. Bathed in the orange cast of a street lamp, a late-middle-aged man dressed in a dark wool top coat doffed his hat, cleared his throat and gestured to a light-colored sedan stopped at the end of my front walk. “Excuse me. I’m sorry to bother you, Miss, but both my tire and my spare are flat. I was going to call the auto club but I’m afraid my cell-phone battery is flat, too. May I use your phone?”
Looking past the man’s shoulder, I scanned the side of the car and found that the back tire on the passenger side was, indeed, flat. Considering whether I should let him in to use the phone or leave him standing on the porch while I made the call on his behalf, I glanced at his face only to find him staring at my chest. Barely buttoned to start with, when I opened the door, my blouse caught on the deadbolt latch and was pulled wide open, exposing most of my generous right breast. The lustful look on the stranger’s face as he stared at my bare nipple stirred me to make a split-second decision. He wasn’t the neighbor’s dog but he’d do. I stepped back, opened the door and invited him in.
As I pointed out the phone on the desk in the front hall, I covertly opened another button on my blouse then crossed my arms under my breasts, pushing them higher. The fabric draped loosely, covering my now erect nipples but exposing considerable cleavage at the top and the fringe of my bush at the bottom. Speaking to an operator with the auto club, the stranger described the make, model and color of his car then turned to me. His eyes locked on my pussy as he stammered, “I’m – I’m sorry. What, um, what is the address here? They need it to – find – where – I am.”
I reeled off my house number and street, which the stranger repeated into the phone as his eyes wandered my body from tits to crotch and back.
“They want the phone number,” he said in a low, hoarse voice.
I repeated the number three times as the stranger stammered to the operator, swapping the order of numbers twice before finally getting it right. Hanging up the phone, he managed to meet my eyes. “The operator said it’ll be about 45 minutes before they can get here.”
“Well, come in then. Here, let me take your coat. You might as well make yourself comfortable. Would you like something to drink?” Setting down his hat and slipping off the slate wool topcoat, the stranger shook his head.
“Are you into tits, then?” I asked, laying his coat across the back of the desk chair. Opening the last two buttons of my blouse and peeling it open like the pages of a book, I cocked my head and offered, “Want a taste?” As an added enticement, I shimmied my shoulders just enough to show off the supple jiggle and bounce of my firm breasts.
The gray-haired stranger watched my tits dance with a look of wary longing. He drew is lip over his lower teeth, running his tongue over it. His eyes roamed my naked body as they would a succulent buffet after a long period of starvation. “You want me play with your tits. Suck them?”
“Consider it in exchange for use of the phone.” I closed the space between us, allowing the stranger’s clean, manicured hands to brush across my breasts for the first time. “Feel me up. Don’t be shy. Put some heart into it.”
The stranger’s hands closed firmly over both my tits, playing with the soft flesh, weighing them, shaping and molding them. Hands still cold from the wintry night, he rubbed icy fingertips over my nipples sending bone-deep shudders through my sex-hungry body. Lowering his mouth, he teased my hard buds with the soft warmth of his lips. At last, he flicked each nipple with the tip of his tongue before closing one in his hot mouth and suckling sweetly, making me moan in sheer pleasure.
“Come into the living room, where we can be a little more comfortable," I coaxed, tugging the stranger by his deep blue, silk tie as I backed toward the dimly lit room. Lying down across the couch, I pulled the man with me, urging him to lie, fully-clothed along the length of my body. I basked in the weight of his body pressing me into the sofa cushions and guided his face back to my tits.
Starting at the outer margin of my left breast, the stranger began to lick my skin with long, fluid motions while he caressed me with his hands. He savored me as though I were a long-denied sugar treat, gently kneading and shaping my right breast at the same time he feasted on my left. Between the licks, he interspersed soft nibbles that finally culminated with his teeth closing with sharp pressure around my hard nipple, twisting first counter-clockwise then clockwise, again and again. The sensation shot a lightening bolt to my pussy. I gasped and mewled my appreciation for his technique.
Swapping sides, he repeated the process, moving his free hand down to dip into the wetness between my legs. This time, his fingers clamping down to pinch my aroused clit and other nipple accompanied the sharpness of his teeth closing around my nipple. Without warning, he pulled both my nipples and clit, rolling them between fingers and teeth, evoking a sweet pain that made me cry out, arching with pleasure as my juices flowed.
“God, I need to cum," I groaned. “Make me cum.”
“Do you want me to fuck you or eat you out?” He probed my snatch with his fingers, stroking his thumb over my clit as I thrust my hips toward his hand, physically begging for more stimulation.
“Eat me. Use that tongue of yours to suck the juices out of my snatch. And this," I handed him the massager turned vibrator, “use this on me.”
With an eyebrow quirked, the stranger snapped the switch on the massager and looked it over, adjusting the variable speed as the motor buzzed. “You use this on yourself, then? Lovely. Here, we’ll start slow.”
Watching my face, he ran the buzzing contraption across my hard nipples, still wet from his mouth. The urgent vibration of the machine made my tender nips tingle and sting, sending another crackling jolt of electricity to my cunt. He then passed the massager over my sensitive clit, watching with amusement as I convulsed at the sensation. “Ah, I think I’m going to like this,” he smiled as he ran the massager between my thighs making me moan in want as it pulsed against my ass, invoking a needful throb. “Let’s just make you cum, then.”
Sliding off the couch, the stranger parted my legs wider and spent several long moments looking at my glistening pussy before touching me again with the massager. He smiled widely at the spasm of pleasure that shook my body in response. Pulling my rump off the couch, he crawled between my legs and tenderly ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs, up to my quivering cunt lips which he tickled gently, encouraging them to blossom for him. Using long, elegant fingers, he parted my pussy and stroked his tongue the length of my sopping slit. He sucked up my juices with wet sounds, sticking his tongue inside me as he ran the head of the massager back and forth across my pubic bone, close enough to my clit that I could feel the vibrations but not experience direct contact.
Increasing the speed of the massager, the stranger pressed it hard against my public bone as he lashed my clit with short, deft flicks of his tongue. The maddening vibration of the massager radiated through my pelvis and hipbones, giving me a diffuse sensation of pleasure from clit to asshole. Continuing his delicious torment for several long minutes, the stranger stroked me with fingers and tongue while gradually increasing the motor speed, keeping aloof from applying direct stimulation anywhere that would provide instant gratification.
Hot, panting and desperate to fulfill the promised climax, I humped my hips, seeking contact between the vibrating head of the massager and my distended, aching clit. “Please, oh please," I begged repeatedly. With a quick flick, he ran the massager head across my cunt and away again making me spasm helplessly and cry out for relief for the orgasm that seemed to build endlessly.
“What a horny, young lady you are,” the stranger said with a dark smile. “Luring a complete stranger into your house, showing him your tits and begging him to eat your pussy. What makes you think I should make you cum?”
Reaching between his legs, I rubbed the impressive erection I found lurking beneath his pressed wool slacks. “This steel rod, right here. Make me cum and you can fuck me nine ways from Sunday with this hot, hard poker. You can shoot your load anywhere you want; mouth, hair, tits, snatch, ass. Deal?”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, lady,” the stranger said, turning the massager up to full speed, the persistent buzz of the motor filling the room. “You’re going to cum so hard, your juices will spray into my mouth.”
He ran his tongue between my pussy lips again, burying it to caress the inner walls of my hot box, smearing his cheeks with my juices. “I’m waiting, baby. I’m waiting for you to pour your sweet, slippery honey all over my tongue. Cum on my tongue, baby. I want to taste the depths of you,” he demanded, staring into my eyes.
With that, he licked the length of my snatch again, sucking firmly on my clit before tongue fucking me and pressing the whirring massager against my clit. Neck arched and eyes rolled back in my head; I came in a bone-crushing orgasm. Backing out of my snatch, he spread my pussy with his fingers and cupped his tongue at the base of my slit. As he predicted, love juice spilled from me like an ejaculation, pooling on his tongue.
“Oh, God. Fuck! Yes!” I groaned, as the orgasm thundered through my body from head to toes. I fought against the blissful convulsions urging me to jack knife at the waist.
The stranger’s soft, brown eyes glazed with animalistic lust. Pussy juice dripping from his chin, he shifted the massager, letting just the edge of the head graze my clit with a burning sensation that sent needles of pleasurable pain radiating from my snatch to the tips of my fingers and toes, pushing me into a perpetual, convulsive climax that left me without reason. Helplessly, I begged for more even as my chest constricted and my heart felt like it would explode from the strain.
“That’s it. Keep cumming to me,” the stranger urged as I screamed in a strangled mix of pleasure and pain, feeling the inner walls of my cunt contract in unrelenting response as I released another heavy stream of slick juices onto his waiting face and tongue. “I’m eating you, baby. Give me what I want. Cum on my face.”
Thrashing instinctively, uncontrollably against the massager, the sight of a stranger’s face in my cunt, his words and enthusiastic slurping of my orgasm made me groan with primal rapture as goose bumps broke out across my flesh. Finally, unable to endure the potency of the climax any longer, I begged him to stop before I slid into unconsciousness. With a click, my sweet tormentor flipped the switch on the massager and the motor fell silent, leaving the room with an odd void that even my exhausted panting could not fill.
Licking my crotch clean, the stranger pulled a neatly folded handkerchief from the interior breast pocket of his jacket, wiped his nose, cheeks and mouth and sighed, “Ah, sweet, horny nectar. I could drink it forever.”
Standing, the stranger stared down at my spent, boneless form sprawled on the couch; my legs spread wide and twat red, stinging and throbbing with residual feeling from the massager and orgasms. With slow, deliberate motions, he re-folded the handkerchief and tucked it away before unzipping his trousers. Shifting his underwear, he allowed his dark, swollen cock to spring free. "Suck me.”
Unable to stand on my shaky legs, I slipped to my knees pulling on the stranger’s hand, urging him to sit on the edge of the coffee table where I could reach his cock to suck him off despite my sexually exhausted state. Closing my mouth around his hard, throbbing organ, I heard him release a soft moan of pleasure.
“That’s it,” I said, stroking the length of his shaft with my tongue, “let me hear you take your pleasure. I want to hear you groan.”
Using fingers and tongue, I made love to the stranger’s thrusting cock, tracing the pattern of thick veins along its base and sides, delving into the sensitive V-shaped cleft at the back of the head and teasing the rim of his glans. Pressing his knees further apart, I felt his hips shift as he fought to keep from plunging forward into my mouth. Basking in his deep, encouraging groan, I stroked his balls with a cool touch. Burrowing the tip of my tongue into the slit at the end of his cock, I pulled away a long string of pre-cum. I looked up into his eyes as he watched the sticky thread that connected his dick to my mouth stretch and break, dropping cold and wet against my chin and neck. Opening my mouth wide, I took his cock in bobbing waves that brought him deeper into me with each effort. I ran my tongue under his stone hard shaft, licking before starting to suck hard and work him down my throat. He moaned louder with each stroke as I deep-throat fucked him, feeling and tasting his pre-cum release.
Pushing him toward the brink, I reached between his legs, past his scrotum to trace light, gentle circles and figure eights on the soft sensitive skin of his perineum. Burying his fingers in my hair, the stranger groaned with pleasure. I caressed his tender skin, his balls resting in the palm of my hand. As I felt them starting to bunch, signaling the approach of his climax, I closed my fingers around them, gently pulling down on his sack, hoping to prolong the agonizing build to climax for him as he had me. His frustrated groan convinced me I succeeded and I began to back off and lick the length of him again before sucking hard on his cock head.
“Oh, you’re not getting away with that,” the stranger groaned with a grin, pushing me away and moving off the coffee table. “I’m going to nail your ass now. Get up here; lean across the table.”
He pulled me toward the coffee table, laying me face down on the scatter of magazines. Moving behind me, he lifted the tail of the crumpled shirt I was still wearing and thrust his cock into my cunt. Fucking me from behind, he pounded hard, concentrating on reaching his own climax. Bracing my hands on the sides of the coffee table, I pressed back into him until we banged together in an ancient rhythm.
“Hard. Fuck me hard,” I begged. The stranger rewarded me with a series of deep, violent thrusts. As the friction of his cock pounded on the pleasure spot at the mouth of my snatch, I was hit with another climax.
As the sound of my release filled the room, I felt his hands press my ass cheeks apart, exposing my anus. Sliding out of my slick channel, the stranger leaned down to tongue my asshole. I shuddered as I felt his tongue enter me, followed by the length of a finger, first one, then two. As he pressed two long fingers into me, his thumb brushed my clit causing a series of passionate tremors to roll through my body in the wake of my orgasm. Standing on his knees, the stranger dipped his cock into my pussy again, pumping with four hard, rapid strokes before pulling out and pressing the engorged head of his prick against my ass. With one determined stroke, he breached my hole and buried himself balls-deep inside my bowels.
“Ow, goddamn it, you bastard! That hurts!” I shouted.
“Good, that means you’ll remember me," he growled, taking a series of deep strokes.
Despite my best effort to grit my teeth and remain silent under the assault on my ass, a whimper escaped from my throat, causing the stranger to pause briefly. In the next moment, I heard the buzzing motor of the massager fill the room again. He adjusted the speed to its lowest setting and reached under our joined bodies to caress the vibrating head over my clit. Once again, he began moving in my ass, this time grinding his hips against me before slowly pulling out to the tip of his cock and thrusting back in. The combined sensation of the vibrator and his slow, incredible fucking worked their magic.
As anticipation of another climax began to build, I rocked my body back to meet his strokes. The stranger increased the lunging of his cock until his movements were little more than short, deep thrusts and his breathing hot and labored. My final cry of ecstasy was joined this time by his hearty groans of release. His body shuddered as he shot spurt after of spurt of thick cream deep inside me.
With his cock still inside my ass, the stranger collapsed across my back, panting. “Goddamn, you’re a good fuck,” he breathed against my ear. At that moment, a pulsing amber light illuminated the curtained living room windows. “I think that’s for me,” he grunted, pulling out. Standing, he tucked his spent cock back into his pants, adjusted his clothing and zipped up before taking an unsteady step toward the front hall. “Oh, man, I can barely walk. Thanks for use of the phone, by the way.”
“Anytime," I said, rolling off the coffee table and collapsing flat on my back in the middle of the living room floor. “Thanks for coming.”
Grinning, the stranger grabbed his coat and hat off the desk and let himself out the front door. With effort, I boosted my spent body off the floor and staggered to the door to throw the deadbolt. Flipping off the light, I felt the stranger’s cum run out my ass and down the back of my leg. As the neighbor’s dog slept, tucked safely in his backyard house, I walked upstairs for another shower.

Halloween... By Stephen

I have this job at a halloween spook walk sort of thing where people walk around and monsters jump out to scare them...I kiss my girl friend good bye as i grab her nice soft ass and have my lips touch her soft lips as im grabbing her butt.....i start to walk to my car as she flaunt's her ass to tease me as i say "i love u"
This particular year i was being Jason , which wasnt too bad i just wear raggy clothes and a hockey mask and wave a chainsaw around. Time goes by and it's about 10 oclock and it's dead...get it dead?....anywayz..it's almost closing time. Out of no where a person dressed in a grim reaper costume comes my way and to be pilite i say "hello wat's doin?" the masked stranger doesnt say a word and takes my hand...a very soft hand at that...so it had to be a girl...so the mysterious girl startes taking me deep in the woods...in pitch black...and she stops and takes my mask off and blindfolds me. We start to kiss as her soft lips touch mine as i move my hands right to her nice suculent plump ass to get a feel, as our tongue's collide in each others mouth. ...She stops and walks alittle further and helps me down onto a pile of leaves. She helps me down and makes me lay down as she starts un doing my belt and my pants...She slips them off my wasit and off my feet..My cock starts to get hard as it pops out of the hole in my boxers....i stop and realize wait...i have a girl friend...how can i do this?...She convinces me that she'll never know..so wat am i gonna do say no?..so we start to make out again as she keeps grabbing my cock and feeling the head and teasing me....she finally moves down for a closer look. She stops for a mintue just looking at it...then she licks the tip of my head to tease me...then she sucks it for a second...then she starts shoving my hard cock into her mouth inch by inch...he soft lips colliding with the surface of my hard cock, Her lips move up and down my hard shaft as she keeps going faster and faster. I moan in pleasure as her lips keep touching the walls of my cock....my cock pulses in her mouth as its almost ready to climax...my juices slurt out into her mouth like a jolt of hot milk......she licks my head ad licks it all up as she starts going again to asure i am done. I cum once more as she again licks it all up and moves back up to lay ontop of me asking how it was...i say amazing as i go to ask who she is..she straddles me and starts to feel my chest and belly...digging into me masaging my torso...she grabs my cock in one hand and lifts her cloak and sticks my hard cock in her wet pussy. Her clit is like opening gates letting me in as i insert it into her and start to pump it in slowely..she moans alittle as i start to go alitle faster. I start going alittle faster and she's boucning up and down off my body as i keep pumping my hard pulsating cock into the nice tight walls of her pussy...shes near climaxing as i go as hard as i can pumping and grinding digging into her pussy as we both start to fade...she moans in envy and lays on me breathing heavy in a sense of relief. I just realized that icheated on my girl friend. my wonderuflk amazing girl friend i just ruined everything...she straddles me once again and reveals her face.....It was my g/f all along.....i kiss her in relief as i once again feel her nice soft plump ass in my hands..i get back dressed and carry her in my arms to my car as it starts to turn 12. The end
Hope you and your readers liked it wally....

The Sales Girl

Kathy stood by the front door of Cox Shoe Store waiting for the last few customers of theday leave. It was almost five o’clock and she had a lot to do before Mark picked her up to go tothe movies. As luck would have, however, at five to five another customer walked through the door. Kathy groaned to herself, “Why me?!?” She looked to see if either of the other salesgirlswere free, but no such luck, they were both still showing shoes to the two ladies still seated inthe try on chairs. Kathy moved towards the fiftyish lady who was by now looking at a display ofhigh healed evening shoes and asked, “May I help you ma’am?” “Yes,” she replied, “I’m looking for a pair of black patent leather pumps, something like these, maybe.” The lady was holding a popular black pump with three and one half inch heals. Kathy directed the woman to sit downso she could measure her foot.
Kathy helped the lady slip of her shoe and slid it into the foot measurer. The woman hadon a pair of very expensive silk stockings that clung to her perfectly shaped ankle and foot. AsKathy adjusted the position of her foot, she thought that she heard the lady make a small gasp.Kathy looked up to see if everything was okay. The woman caught her with a steady gaze, but gave no sign of there being a problem. Kathy made the necessary measurements and announcedthat she needed to find a 7b in black patent leather pumps. The lady nodded and Kathy went tothe back room to find the pair she needed. When she came back she sat down on the stool in front of the woman and helped her slip it on with a shoe horn. Working the heal back and forth,the foot finally settled in a neat fit. Picking up the other shoe Kathy repeated the process and asked the lady, “How do they feel?” They feel pretty good, and please call me Carolyn,” answered the older woman. “Well, Carolyn, try walking in them to get a better feel,” said Kathy.Carolyn stood up and walked back and forth on the carpet in front of the chairs. Kathy couldn’t help but notice that for a woman of at least fifty, this woman had a very nice figure. After several moments Carolyn sat back down. This time her skirt seemed to have slid much farther up her legs. Kathy could see the tops of her black stockings. Carolyn said that these would be fine but that she wanted another pair but in suede. Kathy again went to the store room and picked out another pair. Sitting back down, she began pulling off the black patents that Carolyn had just tried on. As she began to tug on the heal of one of the shoes, Carolyn slightly spread her legs to reveal a very bare shaved vagina. Kathy stared for a moment but removed the shoes as if nothing had happened. She wasn’t sure, but she felt that Carolyn may have exposed herself on purpose!
Picking up the suedes she started to put on the right shoe on Carolyn’s foot. This time, only moreovertly, Carolyn opened her legs and held them open! Now Kathy could plainly see the bare vagina! Taking a longer look, Kathy could see that Carolyn was in a state of high sexual excitement! Her crack glistened with juice that had leaked down from her pussy. Making noattempt to hide her intentions Carolyn flexed her pelvic muscles which made her lips open andclose slightly! Breathing harder now, Carolyn asked in a low voice, “Dear would you pleasemassage my foot, it seems to have cramp?” Looking around the store to make sure no one waswatching, Kathy took Carolyn’s foot into her hands and softly rubbed the arch. She felt herwhole body stiffen as she gently rubbed the pretty foot.
Kathy was now caught up in the game! More boldly now she leered at the gaping slit between theolder woman’s legs! Carolyn was now unashamedly exposing her genitals to the young girl! Kathy looked back up and said, ‘You’re quite the slut aren’t you?!?” The near dirty talk made Carolyn let out with a soft moan. “Are you going to cum you little cunt,” pressed Kathy? “Oh yes,” the now shaking lady answered! Kathy could now see that the bare pussy was now beginning to spasm out of control! The lips began to open and close erratically as her orgasm began to build up in her cunt! Kathy giving a quick look around the store, quickly took her free hand and slid it into the hot slit inches in front of her eyes! Her index finger buried itself deep into the gaping vagina! Two or three quick thrusts was all it took to push Carolyn over the orgasmic edge! She sat stiffly in the chair waiting for her cum to subside. After several minutesher breath had returned to normal and she finished trying on the suede shoes. “I’ll take both pairsof pumps,” she said, “wrap them up.”
As Carolyn left the store, another salesgirl named Judy came over and said, “Nice sale at the end of the day Kath!” All Kathy said was, “Yeah!”

Fat Farm Stud

Ben sat nervously waiting for Miss Wilkins to enter the room, he really needed this job, with tuition for his last year in college was due in another two months! This was his last shot,he had looked everywhere for a summer job, but not a one was to be had. He heard of this opening last night in a bar down on Clancy St. He had over heard some guy bragging that he had made over a thousand dollars in just one week working at the Oasis Health Spa, and what’s morethey needed another guy right away! Ben decided right then and there to be at the spa at eightthe next morning to see if he could get that last spot for himself! Now here he was getting readyto be interviewed by the personnel director, Miss Erica Wilkins.
In walked an average looking woman wearing glasses and dressed in a dark blue women’s business suit. Reaching out her hand she said, ‘I’m Erica Wilkins, and you must be Ben Carter!”“Yes ma’am,” answered Ben in a low voice. “Well, Ben,” said Erica Wilkins, “this is a job that requires the utmost in discretion as well as, shall we say stamina!” “As you were told, this job pays rather well, up to two to three hundred dollars a day!” “Now, believe me when I tell you that you will earn every penny of it and sometimes feel underpaid!” Ben listened to what Miss Wilkins was saying, but wondered what in the world he could possibly do to earn that kind of money and yet be under paid. “Ben, do you have any idea what we do here at Oasis,” she asked? Well,” Ben replied, “it’s a fat farm I guess, you know exercise and eight hundred calory per day diets, or something like that.” “That just barely scratches the surface,” Miss Wilkins said, “we give a total body and mind rejuvenation so to speak!” The women who come here not only want to cleanse their bodies, but they want mental nourishment as well.” Miss Wilkins then reached into a desk drawer and removed a stack of what appeared to be eight by ten photograghs. Handing him the top picture she continued, “This is one of our clients who comes in at least three times a year. As you can see she is still quite over weight.” Ben stared at the photo of a fifty five year old woman who must have weighed in at two hundred and fifty pounds, to top that off she was totally naked! “These women come her expecting more than any other facility would or could ever possibly provide them,” she added. “Now while not the most attractive of God’s creatures, they do have their physical needs. Am I coming through to you now Ben?” I was just then dawning on him! They wanted him to make love to their over weight clients for money! “I think so, yeah,” answered Ben! “Could you do it, though,” asked Miss Wilkins? “I don’t know,” replied Ben, “they’re so fat, I’ve never.....” “I know it’s hard to decide on such a short notice,” she said. “What do you say we let you meet one of our clients in a neutral setting so you can get a feel for her as a person. Believe me, that makes a big difference in your ability to perform!”
Erica and Ben walked through a campus like setting to the workout room and pool area. Inside were maybe thirty women doing a variety of different exercises designed to shed the unwantedpounds. As they passed through, Erica would stop and talk to the women, giving them some encouragement. Ben had to admit while they weren’t particularly attractive, they did seem to be nice people. Some of them in fact weren’t what Ben would call fat, more like pleasantly plump!Back in her office Miss Wilkins asked again, “Do you think you can do it?” This time Ben said,“Yes, I think I can!” “Good,” she said, “now we’ll go over all the details!” “Every time youservice a client, you will be credited fifty dollars.” “You may be needed up to six times in one day, but that would be very unusual, it’s normally only three or four.” “You will always be given at least one hour to recuperate from your last servicing, we want you to perform, not kill you!”“You will have no say to who your clients will be, that decision will be made by the administratoron duty at the time.” “And finally,” she concluded, “you must act as if this were just another part of the therapy being prescribed by doctor in charge!” ‘Is that all,” asked Ben? “Well, there isone more thing I have to check out, I must inspect your genitals to make sure that they are in perfect working order,” Miss Wilkins added. “It is imperative that our clients get nothing but the best service possible!” “Is that agreeable to you,” she asked? “Uh, yeah, sure,” Ben replied, “likeright now?” “If you don’t mind.” she answered. Ben stood up and walked around to the back of the large desk that separated them. Standing only a foot from the seated lady, he unbuckled his pants and let them slide down his legs to the floor. Stripping in front of a strange woman hadcaused him to harden, and the outline of his growing erection could clearly be seen under his jockeys. “Let me,” said Miss Wilkins, as she reached out to slid off his shorts. Ben’s erection popped free and stood up proudly under the watchful eye of his new boss. “Very nice, very niceindeed,” she murmurred as she stared at Ben’s eight inch love muscle! Leaning forward she took it into her mouth and sucked on the head like it was the last cock on earth! Several minutes laterBen ejaculated down her throat, swallowing most of it, Ben could hear Miss Wilkins moan as thecum filled her mouth. Sitting back up she said, “So far so good!” “ Now we have to wait awhile and do it again. I have to make sure of your recuperative powers!” Ben sat back down in thechair with the lower half of his body still naked. “May I make a suggestion,” he asked? “Certainly, what is it,” asked Miss Wilkins? “Well, we don’t really have to wait for and hour to go by, I think we can speed the process up quite a bit with a little help from you!” “How so,” sheasked? “If you would just take off your top, I’m sure that I would get another erection in a real hurry,” he offered. Nodding her head, Miss Wilkins stood up and started removing her uppergarments. Off came her jacket, which had been hiding a nice big chest! Ben gave out a low whistle of approval when she got down to her lacy white bra! Miss Wilkins’ faced reddened as she dropped her bra revealing a full firm set of boobs that looked ripe for the sucking! Looking at his crotch, Miss Wilkins could see the now semi hard member quickly gain new life! “Let me suck them,” Ben asked. She walked over to his chair and he leaned up and took the cherry sized nub into his mouth. It was like someone had put a air hose to his pecker! Hard as a rock and ready to go! Reaching up under her skirt, Ben was met by a thin nylon pair of sheer panties.Slipping his hand inside, he felt a pussy that was in obvious need! “Sit on it,” he whispered in her ear! She reached under her skirt and pulled off her damp panties. Hiking up her skirt she revealed a blonde thatch of pubic hair that had been trimmed. Reaching down, she grabbed his cock by it’s base and guided it towards her lowering cunt. When his head was just inside, she let all her weigh down and drilled her pussy to the hilt with one plunge! All the air came out of her as she bottomed out on his lap, full of eight inches of cock meat! She ground her hipsinto his crotch until both of them came in simultaneous orgasm that left her a total wreck!!“You’ve go the job,” she sighed! “You start tomorrow at ten!”

Team Player

My husband got promoted and transferred to a branch office of his company in a small Midwestern town. The move involved a considerable raise so that made leaving a teaching job I loved a little easier..but not much. To complicate matters, our new home town had just one high school that drew students from throughout the county. I really didn't have much hope of finding a new position, but submitted my resume to the local school board anyway.
I was pleasantly surprised. It turned out that a history teacher had just left the high school and they had been just about to start a search for a replacement. And, despite the small size of the town, the salary range was quite competitive. The initial interview with the human resources department went very well and I was referred to the principal of the high school, a Mr. Birdwell, for the final interview.
I immediately liked the school. I noticed the students all seemed neat and clean and moved between classes with a minimum of noise and commotion. I went to the office and told the very pleasant secretary that I was there for my interview. She had me take a seat while she told the principal I was there.
My first impressions of Mr. Birdwell weren't so positive. He was a tall, rather heavyset middle-aged man with a face that can only be called grim. The perfunctory smile he gave me as he shook my hand came and went very quickly. In his office, I sat in an uncomfortable silence as he studied my resume like it was a third grader's composition that he suspected the kid had copied off the internet.
"Any children of your own?" was his abrupt first question.
I ignored the fact that the question was probably illegal. "No, not yet. We knew my husband would be transferred at least once and didn't want to disrupt a child's life just yet." I managed a smile. "And my husband and I are only 30."
His smile again flashed on and off. He continued with more typical questions which I thought I fielded well. As the interview wound down, he paused and looked at me steadily. I thought I saw his eyes dart quickly to my legs, which showed only from the knees down beneath my conservative skirt. "Tell me, Mrs. Craig," he said slowly, "Do you consider yourself a team player?"
From his tone and posture, I could tell that he attached great importance to the question. I considered carefully before I answered. I said yes, giving examples from sports I'd participated in, team projects I'd been involved in at my previous school and similar experiences.
He seemed dissatisfied with my answer and again looked at me intensely. This time, I was sure I saw him glance at both my breasts and my legs, but I pretended not to notice. I looked back at him, smiling sweetly while thinking, 'I'm happily married, you old fart! And even if I wasn't, YOU would never have a chance!'.
"We have a..well..strict dress code here for both teachers and students," he said. "Does that bother you?"
"Not in the least," I answered truthfully. "I think it's a good idea."
"Good!" he actually grinned and I wished he hadn't. It was creepy. He went back to studying my resume then looked up and said, "Are you able to start immediately?"
He caught me off guard, but I recovered. "Uh, yes. Certainly." Wow!, I thought, I got the job!
I reported for work the following morning and met my department head and fellow teachers in the social studies department. I liked everyone and was soon forgetting about the weird Mr. Birdwell.
I also found my students to be likable, even the few clowns that I had. Serious discipline problems were rare, largely because Mr. Birdwell was not shy about expelling troublemakers. I can't say I was wild about the conservative atmosphere at the school, but things sure ran smoothly.
About three months later, I was due for my first performance review. I spent an uncomfortable morning with Birdwell sitting in on my classes, watching me intently, and scribbling notes. But I wasn't worried. My performance ratings had always been superior. I was a good teacher.
Imagine my shock when I found my review in my mailbox and finding it marked 'average' in all categories and 'Needs Improvement' under 'Teamwork'. I thought I was going to cry and hurried to the ladies room to compose myself.
Mr. Birdwell was out of the building, but Barbara, my department head, was in her office. She's a plump woman in her forties, friendly and pleasant. I sat down in her office and expressed my disappointment and hurt at my rating. She looked at me sympathetically.
"Jennifer," she said quietly, but with some discomfort. "We do things..well..differently here. The principal likes to see specific signs of cooperation, of team play."
"Uh..ok" I said, confused.
"Let's take the dress code, for example," she said.
"Something wrong with the way I dress?"
She avoided my gaze and said, "Well, I think maybe you overdress."
I was completely lost. "What?"
She sighed and stood up. She closed the office door and then came back behind her desk. Still standing, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and raised it and her slip up over her hips. I stared.
She wore no panties or pantyhose, just those 'thigh-high' stockings that stay up by themselves. Beneath the swell of her belly, the slit of her cunt was plainly visible..she was totally shaved.
"Mr. Birdwell feels strongly that a woman who wears underwear is not an 'open' person who can be a good team player," she explained.
I was dumbfounded. "You mean...I..I have to go without panties to get good ratings?"
Barbara shrugged and nodded, spreading her hands.
"And be shaved too?"
"Oh, that’s a matter of personal choice," she said. "But a bush is a bit more obvious if a student peeks up your skirt. You probably should shave."
"What about a bra?"
"Women bigger than 36C can wear a bra."
I swallowed hard. I was a 34B.
"What if I just quit?" I said, feeling angry. "And tell people what's going on here?"
She shrugged again, "Well, you'll take a rather poor rating with you. And no one will believe you, none of the teachers here will back up your story. We all need our jobs."
I sank back in my chair. "How does that old creep know if we have undies on or not?"
"Well, part of my job is to check," she said, somewhat sheepishly. "And..well..have you noticed how the chairs in his office kind of slant towards the back so your bottom is lower than your knees?"
"So I should sit there with my legs apart to give him a good view," I said with disgust.
She was sympathetic, "It’s only two or three times a year. Well, maybe more often for you because you're young and pretty."
I had one last, but very important question: "Does your husband know?"
"Oh yes," she said. "He understands."
I wasn't at all sure that my husband Steve would understand, but sighed and said, "All right, I'll shave tonight and no underwear tomorrow."
"Good!" Barbara said cheerfully. "And it can help if you put the hair in an envelope and bring it in. You know, kind of a peace offering. A sign of cooperation."
I just looked at her and said, "As a sign of teamwork?"
Barbara nodded happily as I left.
That evening, I had two quick glasses of wine before dinner. Steve asked me if something was wrong but I just shook my head. But at the dinner table, I blurted it all out. Steve looked at me with surprising calm.
"Wow!" he said, "You gonna do it?"
"I think I have to," I said, without looking at him. "Does it bother you?"
His answer surprised me. "Jennifer, we've been married eight years. We've both commented on how things have cooled off. This is kinda kinky. Maybe it'll spice things up. And all the old goat will do is look!"
At first I was a little hurt by his answer, but then realized that he was right. I brightened a little and grinned at him: "Wanna shave me?"
I undressed and laid across the bed with my legs spread. Steve did a nice job of reducing my bush to stubble, carefully putting the wad of light brown hair in an envelope. Then he pushed a finger up inside me.
"That all you got?" I teased. Almost instantly, the finger was replaced by his wonderful cock. He came quickly. but so did I. Afterwards, I took a shower and used a 'bikini bare' type hair remover to make sure I was totally bald between my legs.
The next morning, I almost put on my bra and panties out of habit. I dropped them back in the drawer and pulled out a pair of the thigh high stockings and put them on. I put on my slip, blouse and skirt. I chose the blouse for its loose fit which I hoped would conceal the movement of my braless breasts.
I wasn't prepared for how naked I felt. The smooth material of the slip rubbed against my bare buns and nipples, constantly reminding me that I wasn't completely dressed.
I went to the bathroom before my first class. In the stall, I hiked up my skirt to pee and actually blushed at the sight of my totally exposed cunt. Habits from years of covering up and being modest are hard to break.
My first two classes seem to drag on forever. I was sure that every student knew what I wasn't wearing. Actually, I am pretty sure some of the boys noticed the jiggle in my boobs. But it DID seem to make them pay attention better!
I had the third period free and used it to see Mr. Birdwell. I could have sent the envelope with Barbara, but I was determined to show him that I wasn't intimidated. I walked past his secretary, into his office and closed the door. He looked up in surprise.
"Yesterday, Barbara told me how things were," I said with a note of defiance in my voice. I dropped the envelope right in the middle of his desk. He looked inside and smiled broadly, "Ah yes, I knew you were a team player. Have you told your husband?"
"Yes," I answered calmly. "In fact, he shaved my pussy...and then he fucked me."
I got a great deal of satisfaction out of his surprised look. "I-I see..he had..uh..intercourse with you last night?" His voice had a strain to it that I knew was arousal. I should have been disgusted, but I was enjoying teasing him.
"He sure did," I said in a tone of voice I might use to discuss the weather, "He shaved me, fingered me, then got on top of me and shoved his cock up my cunt. He pumped like mad and really blew his rocks in me."
"Oh!" he said, voice almost squeaking, "How nice. Did you-well-achieve climax?"
"Oh yes Mr. Birdwell," I said, "I tend to come rather easily anyway. I sometimes get off two or three times when my husband fucks me." I was REALLY starting to have fun with the old pervert!
"Really? I wish my wife.." but then he caught himself. "So you're feeling differently about things today?..Uh..better, I hope?"
"Oh yes sir," I assured him and took the hem of my skirt and slip and hiked them up past my hips, exposing my bare pussy.
His eyes went wide. I turned to give him a nice view of my firm buns, "I forgot to mention that my husband occasionally fucks my ass. I enjoy that. Is sodomy Ok, Mr. Birdwell?"
"Yes..yes..no problem there," he sort of gasped. As I turned back around, I saw one of his hands was under the desk.
I tucked the hems of the skirt and slip into my waistband to hold them up. I began unbuttoning my blouse, saying innocently, "And Mr. Birdwell, I want to assure you that I got rid of that silly bra too.." I pulled my blouse off my shoulders and shrugged off the shoulder straps of slip. Both tumbled to my waist, exposing my breasts. I was essentially standing before him naked.
"So I see, so I see," he said in a strangled voice. "Mrs. Craig, you'll have to excuse me..I have a.." but he didn't finish. He stood and fumbled frantically with the front of his suit pants. His fly came down and he pulled his penis out of his underwear just in time to avoid having an accident in his pants..
He looked totally mortified as he helplessly gripped his spewing cock. The first huge spurt shot over the desk and landed just in front of my feet. More squirts followed, splattering the top of his desk. Finally, he stood leaning over his desk, panting, bracing himself with both hands. His still hard cock gave jerky bounces as it throbbed.
He was so spent that he didn't even notice me as I inserted one finger between my legs, gave myself a few fingerfucks, and came quickly with a soft "uh!"
I buttoned up and pushed my skirt and slip down. I left his office, wondering if it was part of his secretary's job to clean up the mess on his desk....

"Cheating"... By Mindy

always knew I was a slut ever since I was thirteen, and my fifteen year old boyfriend Jimmy stuck his fingers deep in my pussy. By fourteen, I was having sex regularly, and by eighteen I just needed an orgasm. I didn't care who gave it to me. I'm twenty now, and at 5'6 with blonde hair, blue eyes, 120 pounds and 36C tits, I never really had problems getting guys to fuck me. I never would have thought one of them would have been my best friend's boyfriend though.I had caught Jason looking at me a couple of times, but I wear such revealing clothing I couldn't really blame him. A few times I had noticed him, too. He was tall with dark brown messy hair and blue eyes. He was tanned and extremely well built, but looking was always as far as I allowed it to go.When Mindy and Jason had first started dating, she was really worried that he and I wouldn't like each other. He had very traditional values on gender roles, and she thought he wouldn't like how sexually liberal I was. To ease her mind, Jason and I started to hang out together. Soon, he and I became great friends and would always hang out.The past two weeks his car has been in the shop so I'd pick him up to come hang out at my place. We'd usually watch some TV and laugh at bad erotica where they use words like "lance" instead of "cock". I also take a lot of naps, and his apartment is a bit further from mine so occasionally when he would be over, I'd tell him I needed to take a nap. His place was so far away I wouldn't want to drop him off and come back for him in an hour.Today started off like any other day. We watched Pulp Fiction and read bad erotica, but it had been two days since my last fuck. Instead of laughing at the bad erotica, I felt my pussy get hot and wet. It was a little uncomfortable to be turned on with no one but my best friend's boyfriend around."I need to take a nap," I said. I thought I could get my mind off of it."Actually I could use a nap, too," Jason said, and he moved to the recliner.I stretched out on the couch and curled on my side, wrapping a thick blanket around me. My pussy still felt like it was on fire. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't stop thinking about how good it would feel to have a huge cock pushing up into me. I tried to sneak a peak at Jason on the recliner. I couldn't see him so he probably couldn't see me.Cautiously, I slipped a hand on the inside of my skirt and lightly touched the outside of my panties over my pussy. My pussy jumped at the touch. I was going to go insane if I didn't have an orgasm. I snuck a peak at Jason again. I still couldn't see him.I slowly pushed aside the crotch of my panties and brushed my fingers over my clit, automatically closing my eyes. A soft moan escaped, but I didn't notice. I just needed to be touched. I needed to be fucked. Nothing else mattered. I traced up and down my slit and slowly slid a finger inside. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I was in the middle of pumping my finger in and out when I felt a cool breeze hit. I opened my eyes. Jason was standing over me, looking down at me. I yanked my hand out from my skirt."What the hell are you doing?" I asked, blushing, but he just smirked at me, holding my blanket in his hands."What are you doing?" he asked, and he dropped the blanket to the floor."I..." I snapped my mouth shut. I didn't know what to say."Show me," he said quietly."What the fuck, Jason? No," I said."Show me," he said again. This time his voice sounded very commanding, and there was something almost scary about the look in his eyes. I hesitated at first, but with another glance at his eyes, I somehow found myself sliding my hand under the waist of my skirt."No," he said. "I want to see." I paused. A small voice in the back of my head told me that this was a bad idea, but I had never seen such a look of lust on Jason's eyes. I didn't know what he'd do if I said no. I pushed my skirt off my hips and kicked it off the couch to the floor. I reached back for my dripping pussy again and pushed aside the crotch of my black thong."What a fucking slut you are," he laughed when his eyes landed on my shaved pussy. My cheeks burned. "Does it really make that much of a difference in bed?" he asked and brushed the back of his hand against the slit of my pussy. I gasped, causing him to laugh again."You like that, didn't you, you fucking slut?" I squeezed my eyes shut and gave a small nod. I almost jumped again when I felt fingers roughly rub my clit. Oh, God. It felt so good. I knew this was wrong, but I had to have this. The fingers rubbed my clit before slowly sliding down to my slit. I felt two fingers shove hard inside without warning. I moaned loudly."Whore," he spat. "You want me to fuck you, don't you whore? You want your best friend's boyfriend to fuck you like the little slut you are?" My eyes flew open. This was my best friend's boyfriend. This was Jason. I shouldn't be doing this, but his fingers kept pumping themselves in and out of me. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and suddenly, I needed a cock in me."Well?" he asked. I slowly nodded, panting. "Say it, bitch.""Yes," I gasped."Yes what?""Yes, I want you to fuck me.""Beg me for it," he commanded."Please, Jason," I gasped again as his fingers slid in and out of me. "Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me.""Why do you need me to fuck you?" he asked."Because I'm a whore! I'm a slut! I need your cock inside me! Please fuck me!" I felt his fingers slide out of me, and I almost cried out at the empty feeling in my pussy. I felt so on fire. I watched him quickly take his clothes off, and I pulled off my thong and my shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra. I moved over and made room for him on the couch. He laid down on his back and looked at me expectantly. I didn't understand at first."You want to fuck you're best friend's boyfriend?" he asked. "You're going to have to do it." I looked up at him my eyes wide. This was so wrong. Mindy would be so upset, but my pussy was burning, and I needed to be fucked.Slowly I crawled over until I was straddling him. My knees were placed on either side of his hips, and his hard, throbbing cock must have been at least 8 inches. I reached for his cock and positioned the head at the slit of my pussy. I rubbed his head up and down my pussy and very gently pushed the head inside my lips. Realizing what I was doing, I tried to pull away, but Jason wouldn't let me. He grabbed my hips and shoved me down onto his cock hard.My pussy pulsated with his cock deep inside me. I moaned again. Soon, I began pumping his cock in and out of my pussy. He dug his nails into my hips and pulled me down hard each time. He was rougher with me than I had ever felt."Yes," I gasped. "Yes, fuck me, Jason. Fuck your girlfriend's best friend hard.""Do you like this, slut?" he panted. "You like my cock inside you, whore.""I love your cock in me," I said. I gasped out loud again when he reached up and pinched one of my nipples. That smirk appeared on his face again and he twisted my nipple as hard as he could. I cried out. It hurt, but I felt another jump in my pussy at the hard touch. I started pumping his cock hard and faster. He slammed into me each time I came down. His nails raked against my back. His hands would grab my hips and pull me down hard, but I didn't care. I could only concentrate on his cock in my cunt.He placed his fingers on my clit and squeezed and pulled as I pumped his cock. I cried out again and came hard. My pussy lips vibrated around his stiff shaft. Suddenly, he thrust his hips hard against mine, pushing his cock deep inside and held it in place. I could feel his hot cum hit the inside my cunt.When he slid out of me, I collapsed on top of him. I could feel his cum mixing with mine as it dribbled out my pussy."You will never fucking breathe a word of this to Mindy, slut," he said.

Dishes..By Krissy

Di"So, do you know why you are in trouble?" She looks at the floor, trying to think of what he might be talking about. "There were 7 dishes in the sink when I got home, now the rule is that there are never dishes in the sink, isn't it?" She realizes she forgot to deal with them and starts to apologize, but he stops her. "Sorry isn't acceptable, you know the rule." She shakes her head, reluctantly. "Go into the room, lay face down on the bed and take down your panties." She whimpers but goes immediately, not wanting to further upset him with being too slow to do what he said. She lays the for what seems like forever, though it was probably only a minute or two before she hears him come in. "Hmm, now then, 7 dishes equals 21 licks doesn't it? Yes, I believe it does. You know what I expect of you?" "Yes daddy" "Good. One" As he says it she can feel the cane come down across the middle of her ass, and it is all she can do to hold still, she whimpers loudly trying not to squirm. "Thank you daddy" "Mmmm, good girl. Two" He hits the bottom now, where her legs meet her ass and she can feel a welt rising while she muffles a scream and tries desperately not to move. "Thank you daddy" He goes on, three, four, five, six each one making it harder and harder to hold still, to remember to say thank you while choking down sobs. Her ass is striped with welts. He carefully lines up number 11 across the middle of both thighs and when it connects she scrambles to move away while crying. He makes the "tsk" sound under his breath. "Now what do you think you are doing? Did I tell you to move?" "No daddy, I'm sorry daddy" She is crying and scrambling back to where she had been. "We will be doing that one over, it doesn't count." With that he hits her in the same spot again, she screams into the bed but remains still, crying. "Thank you daddy" It goes on until 21 she is crying but hasn't moved again, her ass is now crisscrossed with welts, he steps back to admire his handy work. "Since the issue seems to be you being forgetful, I think I may know a way to deal with that" She hears him rustling around in a drawer then he comes to the bed. She feels lube being applied to her ass and the tip of a plug being pushed against it, she starts to move but he holds her down and continues to force the toy into her while she whimpers. He is enjoying watching her try struggle to stay put while he violates her with it. She gasps as the toy is forced all the way nto her. He pulls a pair of panties up oveon her and tells her to stand up. Taking a pair of clamps and he places one on each nipple before telling her to get dressed. "Now, go do your chores, and I will check them when you are done, if they aren't done to my satisfaction, I will be putting a bigger toy in for you to finish them, and I may add a clamp to your clit, do I make myself clear? Maybe if you are very uncomfortable while you are doing them this time you will remember to them without having to be, ahem, reminded." She nods, and goes about her chores, painfully aware of her nipples, feeling the wieght of the clamps and wincing every time her dress brushes them when she moves. The welts make her ass feel like it is on fire, she can feel the toy every time she moves, all of it making it harder to do anything. Finally when she is done, she goes to him, eyes on the floor and asks him to check on them. He tells her to sit on the floor where his feet are and wait for him to go look. He is pleased with her when he gets back, and sits down in front of her on the couch. "Mmmm, very good baby girl. Now, show daddy how much you appreciate being corrected and how sorry you are for being naughty." She leans into him and unbuttons his pants, slowly kissing his stomach, before taking his cock into her mouth. He leans back and watches her "Take off your dress, I want to play with the clamps while you suck on me" She obliges before resuming, licking and sucking on him, runnng her tongue down his balls and then slowly up the shaft before taking him back into her mouth. He is relaxing, leaning down occasionally to tug or flick pne of the clamps, enjoying watching her jump. It starts to be too much, and he runs his hand along the back of her neck, holding her head in place while he comes, feeling her mouth move around him as she swallows. "Good girl" he mutters, slowly releasing his grip on her neck. He pulls her up, and gives her a drink of water before pulling off the first clamp and replacing his mouth over her bruised nipple, then he does the other, watching her back arch as he sucks and nibbles on them. "I want to watch you come for me baby girl" He lays her back and puts her hand to her pussy, absently playing wit her tits and watching her touch herself. She starts gently, but soon her breath becomes shallow, and he can tell she is close. "Stop" She looks at him frantically but moves her hand, he kisses her thigh lightly and begins licking her, pushing her over until she is bucking and writhing underneath him. "Now go clean up and put the toys away..."

Fine !!

Fine, that's how I felt. My husband and I finally on our long awaited vacation. Sitting at the bar in our very nice hotel I did miss the kids but I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Looking across the table at my husband enjoy the very good jazz playing and just having a very relaxed time! John was downing Long Island ice teas and I was keeping up with him. No worries about driving home or the kids! I wanted to get good and smashed! I haven't let myself so loose in years. This was a classy place which fit my mood perfectly! We were finishing up our 4th or was it 5th "tea" when the waitress came again. You guys ready? Sure, I nodded to John's smiling face. He was happy that I decided to get "high" with him. As he was flirting with the waitress I scanned the room.We had been here since about 7:30 and it was almost 10pm. The room had changed quite a bit since then. There were quite a few middle-aged couples like us, a few businessmen alone, an occasional bar floozy and a few younger people. I made an estimate of 50 customers in the large lounge with just a few stools left at the bar and hardly any tables or booth seats open. We were seated in a booth on the far wall from the bar with the excellent jazz band in the middle of the room so that almost every face in the room I could see was turned towards us.After the waitress left I felt very pretty when John leaned over to tell me I looked very sexy. A mother of 4 kids past 40 always appreciates that kind of compliment. I was carrying way to many spare pounds but had just the right dress on to accentuate my good qualities. It was a blue flowered print buttoning up the front. John would find out later that I was wearing garters with my off white stockings and very sexy pink panties under my light blue satin half-slip. I glanced down at my chest and saw the top of my new see through pink bra.No matter how drunk John got I knew he would at least want to perform at least once back in the room when I slowly unbuttoned my dress and he could see my nipples and then I would raise the slip to show him the garters and panties! I laughed to my self at the vivid picture I was getting of John standing at attention! (I hoped it was to be fully erected!) Definitely I was getting drunk! But I didn't care! Tonight I was going to let loose! Thinking these thoughts about what was to come later in the evening started getting me hot. The bands lead singer announced the next song and applause went though the crowd at wanting to here the old favorite.I caught the eye of a gentleman sitting with his wife across the small dance floor in front of the band. He was applauding along with everyone else but was looking directly at my legs. Just as I involuntarily shifted my legs back under the table he caught my eyes and smiled as he subtly made it appear as though he was applauding me! I turned to John who looked at me and stated how great the band was. I heartily agreed as I lifted my glass. John's eyes left my gaze and I stole another quick glance at my supposed audience of one and there was no doubt he was raising his glass to mine, which was at my lips. He was toasting me! I turned away to John who was intent on the band again. Looking back quickly the man was not looking anymore. How silly a few drink can make your imagination work! There were several interesting people in this bar. I was keeping tabs on several situations. I purposely made myself study the bartender and a waitress having a discussion of what I supposed was there working environment.Allowing my eyes to wander again I saw the couple whose male member had wandering eyes. He was turned to his wife talking to her. He looked to be taller then John but about the same age. As he laughed I admired his beautiful smile. He was quite handsome. Not the perfect build but quite enticing. He and his wife looked to be about our age. They seemed to be a pretty much copy of us but both of them a little taller. She had on a sleek white blouse with a black skirt. She had a very ample chest and looked to be in the same shape I was but a little more full figured as far as a few extra pounds. Her hair was in a cute and stylish perm. She wore sheer black hose.I wondered if they were pantyhose or she was wearing the same lower under garb as I. They really made a handsome couple. I felt again the feeling of my breasts swelling and the warmth between my legs building. I was getting horny looking around at the people in the bar and loving it! John was in for a time! I wondered if they were on a getaway like we were. John was rocking to the band as I continued my study. As I tilted my glass back the woman noticed me looking at her legs. I felt my eyes being held by hers as she actually discretely toasted me glancing down at my legs and back to my eyes! I smiled and slightly tilted my glass in probably unnoticeable acknowledgement before lowering it and quickly shifting my eyes to her husband then mine who were both watching the band perform the oldie.I felt the last tea sip do its work as I watched the band and went over in my mind what had just happened. Was she wondering what I was wearing? A sideways glance revealed it was safe to look again. Her blouse was definitely tight around her breasts, which even looked larger on this glance. She looked to be quickly downing some kind of fancy drink, looked like a margarita from here. In the next few songs of the set I quickly determined the couple were definitely "putting them away" not unlike us. I caught him glancing my way a few times but I ignored him, as I didn't want John to become suspicious. Suspicious of what! My mind raced and then became somewhat calm. So I am glancing at a guy. Big deal. John was to have me tonight! (Of course!)The lady was now looking and caught my eye again and smiled and I easily returned the warm smile this time. She was pretty and probably looking innocently around as I was. John was certainly enjoying himself keeping to the fast beat with his fingertips on the table as he surveyed the room. Watching his gaze cross my couple's table they both were turned to each other talking again. As John looked over his shoulder at the people supporting the bar I looked once again and was startled but definitely looked like a cool customer as they both toasted my stare with smiles.She seemed to just barely lick her lip as I involuntarily uncrossed my legs and slightly turned to the band and slowly crossed them again. I know they saw at least my garter in my brief display of immodesty. Once again the surge of animal lust seized me and I was quite surprise I did not feel the least bit embarrassed by it. Glancing back they had once again turned to the music and I was laughing to myself how silly the whole scene had been which I had obviously concocted in my stimulated imagination. But I was enjoying myself, kind of making myself horny as it were. John is to be one lucky man in a little while. Checking my watch it had got to be almost 11 and I marveled at how the time had flown. The whole last hour I spent just with a smile and a quick word to my hubby now and then and also had my "secret affair" with "my couple". How hilarious was the fantasy I was had concocted. Just the thought of this other couple flirting with me had definitely got my blood flowing and it certainly was making my tits swell!I was even amazed at that description of my breasts in my mind as I raised my arms up from my lap and felt the hard nipples briefly against my forearms before I reached over to John's hands and asked if he was having a good time. We both agreed that it was a great time. I told John I would be back in a minute as I went to find the restroom.As I crossed the hotel lobby and being quite proud of myself that I was sure that I showed no trace in my demeanor of the inebriation that I was suffering, the woman half of "my couple" (I was enjoying that nickname!) was striding in the same direction I was. She must have come from one of the other exits of the lounge. I reached the restroom door 5 feet ahead of her but turned and smiled and found myself holding the door for her.She sweetly smiled as she went in ahead of me. I could see that she was about my height but with higher heels. After both of us had finished in the stalls we were both adjusting our makeup and clothing when she told me though the mirror how great I looked. I liked this woman! I returned the compliment and soon we were chatting like old friends. They were returning from visiting their son at the university and were going to catch a flight tomorrow night 1/2 way across the country to their home. We both laughingly admitted to drinking too much and started giggling like schoolgirls.There was no mention in our five-minute conversation of our eye contact earlier. I remarked how pretty her jewelry was. She wore a large broach matching her earrings. I knew these would somehow look gaudy on me but they fitted her perfectly. Lightly touching the broach in admiration, I actually found myself wondering how her breasts looked unbounded by the close fitting blouse and the pretty lace peeking through. Casually turning away I began rearranging the contents of my purse on the vanity to put away my makeup kit when she saw my room key among the items I had out. She picked up the plastic credit card like thing and produced her own in her other hand.We learned that our suites were just 4 numbers from one another. How does a person identify which is which if you mix them up she said as she made me burst out laughing again by shuffling them! Luckily I knew John had one so I wasn't that worried when she held them like a deck of cards and told me to try my luck. I tugged on one and it slipped out of our hands to the floor. She knelt down to pick it up and I could see down her ample cleavage and was surprised to immediately feel the moistness between my legs again. I had just a few minutes ago briefly inspected my new sexy pink panties in the stall and noticed their dampness.Her bra was just barely covering half of her breasts and as she stayed knelt down as she rearranged her "deck " again with some difficulty in picking up the cards off the tile floor. I could just barely see part of her nipples. The brown half moon contrasted perfectly with the white skin and black lace.Just as I was admonishing myself for being "turned on" at the sight of another woman's breasts she stood and drew my "card" for me. She then told me that if we ended up with the wrong keys then we could just return them to each other later. She put her hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eye and told me that she usually didn't drink like she did tonight but then said that a few stiff ones put her in the mood for stiff ones! I cracked up laughing! I wondered if she was as drunk as I was. She was probably looking forward to fucking that handsome husband of hers like I was mine! "Probably more!" I thought and immediately scolded myself for both the dirty thought and the slam to my own husband!Then she did the most astonishing thing. She suddenly but somehow gently, pulled me so close that I could feel her bosom pressed against mine and whispered in my ear that she was going to seduce her husband to screw her good tonight with his nine-inch long stiff one! She then kissed me lightly on the ear and slowly ground the crotch of her skirt against my hip as I felt my nipples feeling opposite hardness between layers of cloth simultaneously feeling her heat against my thigh. After holding me for just a moment this way, she then gently released me and started out the door turning to whisper that she would see me later with a giggle, wink and a smile.I just stared at the closing door in shock and turned to the mirror. As stunned as I was my first thought was that I was quite sexy looking tonight! I actually saw myself taking a deep breath as I crossed my arms over my chest. The event of a minute ago left me amazingly calm. Still confused I walked back across the lobby looking to see her but she must have made it back to the lounge already. What would John say when I told him this! My last thoughts leaving the restroom were "There's no fucking way I'm going to tell him!". I smiled as I didn't bother admonishing my last thought for its wording or content! I am having fun!John didn't seem to notice the extra time I was gone as I apologized for being so long. He had already gotten a couple of teas ahead of me. When I got the courage up to look for "my couple" they had gone. John was obviously in a state of "better leave now". I asked my honey if he was ready to leave and stopped his protest by whispering that I was very horny. That got him up and ready to leave. We paid the bill and I steadied him to the elevator. John immediately turned to me in the elevator and sloppily started kissing me. I found myself grinding into his growing manhood like I have never had it before. I reached down to unzip his pants when suddenly our short ride was over. The dinging of the elevator doors opening brought me back to reality as I led him to our room.As I slipped in my key card I just knew it wouldn't work and it didn't. John fumbled his out mumbling how these high tech things were for men! We both laughed stumbling into the room onto the bed. I felt a little guilty for not sharing my personal reason for laughing but John had only his own satisfaction on his mind and immediately unzipped his pants to let out his familiar but only half hard manhood with a sleazy drunken slur of profanity. I obligingly went down on him and started sucking his penis hard. He lay back just moaning.Somehow a legal pad John had left on the bedside table caught my eye as I not to enthusiastically sucked and licked my husband's slowly growing dick. The cloudiness of my mind somehow ascertained that it was 8 1/2 inches by 14 inches. That means the man of "my couples" cock was longer then that pad was wide! I felt my pussy getting soaked as I casually sucked on John's suddenly suspiciously inadequate manhood. Glancing up at John who had his eyes closed I reached to the pad and spread my pinky and thumb as far as possible and found I was still a little short of spanning the width of the paper. Readjusting my body to hide my investigation I then held John's dick by the base tightly, held my thumb there and was easily able to tap the top with my pinkie. Finding myself somewhat even more turned on by my discovery I began to suck in earnest. My husbands got cock hard to its apparent full short length until I could feel it begin to explode and jacked it off the side of the bed looking at him with his eyes still closed moaning.I helped him off with his clothes and he immediately started snoring! In the bathroom I just stared in the mirror at myself! I was mad! But why? I knew why. John never even got to see the beautiful underwear I had on just for him. I started unbuttoning the front of my dress and could feel myself pushing my wet pussy into the edge of the sink top. I moved to the thick curved corner of the smooth marble.My mind raced visions of "my couple". I imagined of how the lady's kiss felt on my ear as I opened my dress further and rubbed myself hands over my breasts through the bra. My nipples were visibly protruding now. I knew I was having evil thoughts but I needed immediate relief! As I moved rhythmically up and down against the counter I imagined my couple laying in bed with her sucking his giant cock with her naked breasts swaying. Hearing the snoring get even louder I didn't worry hearing the loud gasping I began to make going faster and faster against the hard smooth thick corner. I shuddered in the mirror as my climax fulfilled. I watched my body shake and gave myself a nasty smile of fulfillment. It felt wonderful but just left me feeling hornier! I convinced myself that I needed a bedtime snack to calm myself down! We had eaten the unending bar snacks all night but I felt suddenly hungry. Buttoning up one less button on my dress I saw that it revealed just a hint of my pretty bra.After fixing my flustered up appearance, I checked on John and saw the drunken loud snoring synchronized perfectly with his slumbering body! I grabbed my purse and went out the door headed to the vending machines. As the door closed I thought of the key! John had left his (the right one) on the bedside table! How was I to get back in? I knocked on the door with no success in disturbing the rumble noise behind the door. It was stupid to allow that lady to screw with the keys earlier. It was funny and she was fun, though (and after all, she was part of my "sexy couple"!). I could go to the front desk I thought. I decided to at least see if the vending machines had anything edible. Strolling down the hall I felt in an extremely good mood which was strange in that usually in a situation like this I would worry my head off! Well, that's what good drink does for you, I thought to myself. The hotel was beautifully decorated with "knickknacks" at various intervals down the hallway.The vending area on my floor was in a vestibule a few feet from the elevators and I heard the door ding as I turned the corner to survey the contents of the first vending machine. As in a play I immediately recognized the laugh of the lady of "my couple". Incredible! I thought Somehow I knew that it would be them as soon as I heard the elevator doors opening. I shrinked against the wall separating us and heard them move in the direction I had come from.In seconds the play's script seemed to take on a life of its own as I found myself stepping into the hallway and saying Hi to the couple walking away from me. Somehow I didn't surprise my self at all at my boldness. She immediately turned and smiled recognition as she pulled her husband back to meet me. His name was Steve and was very good looking close up with boyish cuteness that I hadn't notice from across the distance earlier in the night. She went on to explain their disappearance earlier that they had gone on a walk they were just coming back from. I did notice John staring at my chest and was glad I decide to let the extra button undone.I found myself completely at ease with these new acquaintances talking in the middle of the hall a few feet from our room where I could just barely still here John's snoring. Feeling energy for continued fun tonight I felt no guilt in accepting their offer to have a nightcap back in their room. Explaining my dilemma concerning the key to my room as we all went into their room, she said she knew I had picked the wrong key and her and her husband had laughed on their walk at the possible consequences.Their suite was the same as ours and I sat on the couch in the main room. She was in the bedroom when Steve brought me a drink, which I immediately sipped, to the desired effect of calming my slight panic at being alone with this handsome man. Just as I was earlier, I was amazed at my own reaction to the situation I was in. I had read many a nasty story over the years about situations just like this and felt surprisingly delighted to be living one of the stories that John had made me read to get me horny. I don't think I had ever been as horny as I was right then.As if on cue in my play, she walked out of the bedroom wearing a sheer black robe over her bra and panties reveling her full figured ness in a quite sexy manner. Steve came to her and they kissed passionately standing just a few feet away from me. Steve then headed to the bedroom and closed the door as she sat beside me with her drink. She sat close and told me again how nice my outfit was and stroked her index nail below my neck. We casually talked again of how good the band was and giggled at out mutual opinion of the sexiness of the young drummer.She apologized if what she had told me earlier about her husband had offended me. I assured her that it hadn't as I found myself feeling the texture of the robe on her arm. I told her in fact that it had made me quite horny. We laughed as we found each others lips and for the first time in my life I found myself willingly and passionately kissing another grown woman. Her lips were sweet and warm. Releasing me from the kiss she sat up and slowly and expertly unbuttoned my dress and I sat up and let her remove it from my body completely. I watched as she slowly traced the outline of my bra, she then raised my slip and outlined the panties, then the garters with her finger. Tracing with her nail and alternating with the flesh of her finger sent me in ecstasy. I was thrilled that someone was at last appreciating my carefully chosen undergarments!I found myself mimicking her finger caresses across her shoulders. I slipped my hands under her robe and pulled it back off her. No skin and bones here! She was no diet queen (like I wasn't) She let it slip to the floor as I let my finger slip down to her bra. I carefully outlined her nipples though the black lace. They felt as large as mine. She sensed my curiousness and unhooked her bra in front revealing her gorgeous tits! Her nipples were brown circles with large protrusions that my mouth slowly but hungrily went down to meet. I licked them slowly while cupping the melons in my hands. She reached and undid my bra and I stopped licking and obliged myself to a luscious gentle suck before I raised and we pressed against each other as we did earlier in the lounge restroom.My cunt was on fire as we slowly massaged each other's breasts on breasts. As if on cue, I felt her hand guiding up my thigh to my secret place. Her hand easily bypassed my scanty pretty panties and began massage my clit with, I discovered; only the expertise a woman could manage. The men I have let feel me there, (John was the only one, at least as far as he was concerned, haha) had not even been close to making me feel what I was feeling now.Thinking of John for a moment brought me back for an instant to analyze my situation. Fuck it! That was my brain's response to any concern that was trying to creep out. I was having way too much fun to stop now. I heard myself giggling as I found "my couple's" pussy and felt the wetness of her swollen lips. Fuck it! That's what I started to do with my fingers slowly stroking in and out of her pussy. We were both moaning in passion as I moved my breasts back in forth over hers and she started to fuck me with her fingers. I allowed my lips down to her now very erect nipples and began nibbling and licking them with true hunger. We traded the positions for a minute and then somehow got into a comfortable situation of sucking each others nipples at the same time while keeping our rhythm going with our fingers. It seemed like hours later both of us came to a climax at the same time! Her whole body shook with mine. I was amazed at her wetness and my own. She then turned to sit next to me as we both sat there side by side still touching each other's private part resting from our trip to Nirvana.I removed my bra completely as did she and was sitting there with a naked top, hiked up slip, sexy stockings and garters with another woman's hand in my crotch. Looking at her beautiful silk stocking held by their own elastic garters and with her luscious tits and wet panties over my hand, I was no place near finished as I leaned to her and initiated another long kiss. Slowly pulling away form our long kiss she asked me with a sly smile if I had any questions. Like what, I asked truly surprised. Like if I was telling the truth about my husband's thing, she laughed. I laughed too and kissed her again. I guess your gonna have to prove it was my witty response. I know she felt my pussy quiver as she asked Steve to come into the room.Turning to the bedroom door I saw Steve naked in the opening of the door which I immediately surmised had been partially open for the last 20 minutes or so we had been alone. Steve himself proved this theory by walking closer with a big smile on his face casually stroking the dick in his hand. He also proved his wife's claims of his size were easily true. He then stretched both arms out wide as he commented how horny watching us had made him. Staring at his cock standing full at attention and not dropping a bit it was easily the biggest dick I had ever seen! He walked his muscular body closer and she reached out to his rod and gently pulled him closer to the middle of us. It tastes good too she said as she licked up her side of the member. I immediately did the same for the other side with my eyes admiring the shaft and monster balls he has with a glance to her eyes inches apart from mine. Her free hand went back to my pussy and began to stimulate my clit again as I took the shaft greedily for my own and swallowed as much as I could. I was again astounded to my delight that even with the massive head tickling my throat, I could still look down at his remaining meat and could supervise my hands fondling his beautiful balls.I felt my panties being slid down my legs and then the parting of my legs as she knelt between my knees. As her tongue began to assail my mound, I grabbed Steve's tight butt cheeks and slowly started his hips fucking my mouth in and out. After a minute to let my mouth relax, I held the shaft tightly and tilted my head back for another close look at this magnificent tool. I measured it openly with my pinkie thumb combination and wasn't even able to come within an inch from the ridge of the bulbous bright red head of the thing. As she was gaining momentum all three of us got into a rhythm that had us swaying in unison on the sofa. Just as I was coming I felt the shaft my lips were surrounding quiver and felt an eruption of thick cum against the back of my mouth. As she sucked gently my clit I found myself pumping his jism into my mouth. I never swallowed for John, but he never gave me such a prize either! At least for a minute we all came together. I must have swallowed a pint of the sweet tasting goo.Pulling away from his now still massive but not quite as hard dick I saw the whitest and thickest come dribble left on the bright red head, which I promptly cleaned with my tongue. It was delightfully tasty and I giggled that to Steve as he sat down on the couch besides me. He and I relaxed as we watched his wife continue her work between my legs. She came up slowly between my legs with her boobs rubbing against my thighs and started to kiss my nipples and the suck them as she moved her tits against my pussy. Steve kissed me and reached over to his wife's ass and started to squeeze her buns as they gyrated to her movement. Her whole body swayed back and forth with her mouth between my tits sucking, licking and squeezing them and with her huge hard nipples almost scratching my thighs and pussy . I hungrily french kissed her husband and of course constantly checked on the status of his recovering cock by intermittently reaching it and stroking it a few times now and then.The feeling of pure sex animalism rose even higher in me by her stopping when one of her nipples directly on my clit and kind of circle just right before continuing her chorus of movement. I could feel the extended nipple against my clit! In a few minutes I pushed her head down once again to my pussy and laid back against the couch. I watched her expertly eat me as I came with torrents of liquid passion to be licked up by her expert tongue as her husband slowly massaged my nipples with his expert fingers. When I came again and was just recovering I felt both my hands being taken by both of them helping off the couch.Steve handed me my drink as they lead me into the bedroom. I downed the potion of alcohol my host gave me in three swallows. I lay on the bed besides "my couple" and watched her stroke her husband to full length again and she got on all fours and he slid his cock into her from behind with him kneeling behind in the classic doggie position. Within a minute she was moaning softly. He was in quite good shape and was fucking her at quite a rhythm for as I gently rubbed my pussy in fascination at this spectacle of lust inches from my hot body.I snuggled under her warm moving body and positioned myself to feel her swaying tits gliding back and forth across my hungry tongue. Moving on to other conquests I snuggled even farther down as if to investigate the reasons for the passionate moaning of "my couple". Of course I was positioning myself to be able to lick that massive cock going in and out of her sweet pussy and just as I achieved this feat I felt her mouth once again on my muff. I came instantly and for what seemed like several minutes as I licked the wet moving shaft of his fucking tool gliding over my face. I was able to reach around his legs just enough to cup his massive balls in my hand and gently massaged them.We were one machine working in unison! I managed to mouth his balls and he would stretch them out as he stroked again and again. His balls were massive in my mouth! As I released them I once again started licking his shaft but this time up further right at the point of entrance to her beautiful lips. My tongue alternated swiftly between her pussy and the shaft ramming it. The juice was so sweet! As she moaned loudly I could feel the stream of her warm come gushing from her. The sloshing sound of the fucking was even louder now!Steve's cock exploded once again he pulled it back from her pussy. His thick sperm shot all over my face and her pussy for what seemed like ten or more equally powerful spasms! As if signaled, her pussy then pushed into my face as if to shine the polish she slid her pussy lips from on my nose down to my waiting tongue and repeated this cycle continually. I greedily licked the wetness as I felt her tongue do the same on my pussy.We were in the classic '69' position as we ate each other to come once again! I felt her warm body move against my own. We exploded together and rolled over in exhaustive ecstasy with me ending up in the center of the bed with these beautiful strangers on each side of me.Many minutes later I felt that I had come back down and glanced at bedside table clock. It was 2:00am! What if John had woke up! I ran from the room to collect my clothing and already had my dress on buttoning it as they came out of the bedroom. As I reached for my panties I explained to them my concern and they understood completely. I did lighten the scene by telling them the odds of John waking up after our heavy drinking was slim to none!She said that we better hurry then. I didn't understand until she guided me to the edge of the couch, raised my dress and ordered her husband to fuck me good! I looked over at Steve who was walking towards me and somehow this man was completely erect again and his massive cock seemed even larger! He wasn't even supporting it this time and it was at a perfect 45 degree angle. I leaned back holding my dress as I watched him thrust his long hot tool in my pussy as she stood playing with her tits by sucking each of them in turn. I reached her pussy and she widened her stance and finger fucked her in rhythm with her husband pounding my pussy. Every stroke he went in further but brought it out just to the edge of the massive ridge. Eventually he was stroking the whole 9" in and out of my hungry pussy. Sitting on the arm rest of the couch leaning back just watching this tremendous dick pounding my hungry cunt made me climax again and again!He just held my hips with very strong hands as he watched me thank him with gyrations. Unbelievably I was coming each time with even greater force then before. I was in an unbelievable state of relaxation and excitement at the same time. She leaned over as I continued my rhythm with my figures between her wet lips. She sucked my nipple but was knew to be careful not to block my view of the wonderful screwing her husband was giving me. She was pulling my nipple with her teeth as she moaned! As his dick exploded we all three climaxed together! I knew that he had given me a "quickie" and he was probably capable of any sustained fuck a woman could want. I could feel his hot liquid deep in my pussy.After a minutes rest I stood and straightened my self ,I lightly kissed both of my still naked hosts goodbye and quietly walked the short distance to our room. They were watching me from their doorway as I reached my door. To my double relief the card key worked fine as I heard the relief of Johns snoring. I waved goodbye as I silently crept into the room and closed the door behind me.

I Love You

I woke up in the morning and got ready to skateboarding. I called up my girl and told her to meet me at the skatepark."Okay, Ill be there in an hour" she said"Okay, no problem. I love you" I said back "Love you more, bye" she said back hanging up the phone. So I got in my car and drove the three miles to the skatepark. I got warmed up by doing a few kickflips and nollies. I got up on the quarter pipe and dropped in. Time must have gone by fast cause I jumped back up onto the quarter and saw Stacy(My girlfriend) pull up in her car. She stepped out of the car and I got an instant boner. She had on just a sports bra, and a short and I mean short skirt. When she bent down to get her board out of her backseat I could see her ass. She walked over."Your not going to skate in that, are you?" I asked, jumping down and giving her A tight hug and kiss."Yeah, Im going to put my knee pads on though." She said. She looked down and could see my dick bulging out some and looked back and smiled. We skated for a while and then walked over to the showers in the park. We both went into the womens shower and there was like 4 naked women standing around."Hello ladies." I said."Hey T, whats going on?" Jenny asked."Nothing" I said, checking out her gorgeous body. "Do I get a hug""Yeah" She said back and came over to me and gave me a hug. Her big firm titties were poking my chest. We let go and I followed Stacy into one of the shower stalls. We always take showers together. I sat down in the chair that was in there and took my shoes off and put them up on the shelf. She did the same and I sat there and watched her strip. She came over to me and sat on my lap facing me."Please let me fuck you. I wanna take your cherry. I wanna marry you." I said to her felling her soft ass"No." she said back."Why the hell not?" I asked "Im scared of the pain." She said looking down. I picked her head up and looked her straight in the eye."whatever. Lets get this shower over with." I said standing up and pulling my clothes off in about 5 seconds.I turned the shower on and stacy stepped in. I went in behind her and grabbed the soap. I set the soap on the shower shelf and walked up behind her. We were both getting rinsed when I slid my hand down into her shaved slit. I could tell she was getting turned on because she didn't make me stop when I slid my middle finger into her hole. I finger fucked her kissed her neck and played withher right tit for about 1 minute. My dick was hard and in her ass crack. I bent her forward and and finger fucked her from behind. What an amazing view. She had beautiful curves going all the way down to her ass. IU pulled my finger out and grabbed my dick and slowly rubbed the outside of her pussy. At that point is when she realized what I was doing."Stop, don't do it" But it was too late. I was to turned on. I pushed the head into her pussy. "Stop don't do it" I saw tears start to fall from her eyes. I pushed it in about 4 inchs and hit a wall."Okay, heres how its going to be. I either fuck you in the pussy or the ass. They will both hurt about the same. But either way im going to fuck you. where do you want it." She thought about it for a second and was shaking her head no. "I won't take it up the ass. I think thats disg-" She didn't have time to finish. I pushed my dick in ass hard as possible and broke through. She screamed in pain and pleasure. I put my hand over her mouth and pulled my dick out. There was a steady flow of blood coming out. I could tell she was in pain but I stuck it back in. I forced it in again and pulled it back out. I stuck it back in and took my hand from over her mouth. I put both hands on her hips and started thrusting. Everytime Id go in she would give a soft moan. After about to minutes her body started to tense up and her pussy tightened up. I pushed my dick in and she tried to scream but nothing came out."Oh my god, im cimming." She said. I felt her juices hit my dick and she about fell to the floor. I put my arm under her waist and kept thrusting. She sonn was able to stand on her feet and I let my load go in her. I pulled my dick out and spun her around. We I stuck my tongue down her throat and she returned the favor. I grabbed her ass and picked her up and leaned her against the wall. She grabbed my dick and lined it up with her hole and I thrusted it in as hard as I could. She screamed out and I just kept fucking as hard as I could. I soon let out another load. We decided we would� finish this later and got our showers and went to my house.

The Filipino Maid

Curt drove the 36" wide mower up the ramp on onto the trailer attached to the back of his pickup truck. He cut the engine and wiped the sweat from his face with a clean rag. He couldn't remember when it was so damned hot. He tipped his hat back on his head and took the pruning sheers and weed wacker out of the back. He still had at least another hour of work before he was done here, and he was out of water. Fifteen minutes later, he'd had it. He went to the back door of the main house and rang the bell. He'd seen servants around the house before and only hoped that someone was home today.
The door opened; he felt the cool rush of air conditioning blast his face, chest, and legs. The breeze was soothing and he hoped that he would be invited in while someone got him a glass of water. It was the young Filipino woman with mocha skin who answered the door that made him hot again. She was slender, but filled out her fitted uniform in all the right places. She had deep brown almond-shaped eyes and wore the slighted bit of makeup. Her shoes were sensible and black; her skirt was much shorter than was practical. Her smile was bright and wide and inviting.
"May I help you?" she asked. "I'm Curt, the lawn guy, and I was hoping that you might be able to get me a glass of water. It's hot out here." He could barely control his cock; his dirty mind raced. Curt imagined him getting her alone in the cabana, bending her over the back of a chaise lounge and fucking her sweet, dark pussy from behind.
"Come in," she said as she opened the door.
Despite the frosty inside of the house, his cock was pushing hard against his cutoffs. All of a sudden, going commando didn't seem like such a great idea; his cock threatened to pop out the shortened leg when he reached into his pocket and grabbed his stiff shaft.
"Please wait here. I'll get you a glass of ice water. Would you like a slice of lemon?"
"Sure." The maid smiled, turned and walked away. Each step she took, each wiggle of her ass, made the blood pound in his head. He looked down and saw the grass clippings and dust stuck to his sweaty skin and hair. Damned, he thought. If only I wasn't so grimy, but maybe I can get her number before I leave.
The dry, air-conditioned air made his nipples small and hard, but his cock was hot and raging in his shorts. Alone, his dirty little fantasies hijacked his mind and made him hard. Curt wondered what it would be like to take her bent over the pool table that he was sure they had downstairs. Even better, he thought, what would it be like if she sucked him then rode him on top of the pool table.
She came back, walking down the hallway with a glass of ice water with a slice of lemon. As she got close, she dropped the napkin that was under the glass on the floor, but didn't seem to notice. Curt took the tall glass with a smile and a thank you. He drank; she watched. When he was about half done he told her, "You dropped a napkin on the floor," and pointed behind her. She turned around, took two steps and bent over at the waist to retrieve the napkin. Curt couldn't believe his luck or his eyes. He saw garter straps attached to the top of her stockings and flash of her ass. What he didn't see was underwear. He swallowed hard and his cock sprung to life, peeking out from the bottom of his shorts.
She turned around with the napkin in her hand; there was nothing he could do about his cock without being obvious, so he drank some water.
"Thank you," she said holding up the napkin but looking at his crotch. "No, thank you," Curt replied holding up the water but thinking about her taut, sweet ass. The maid looked at him. She batted her eyes and asked, "Do you really have so much more to do?" She took a step forward and slowly reached for his crotch. She took his cockhead in the palm of her hand then ran her nails up the underside of his hardened shaft until she reached his balls.
He inhaled sharply. Oh it felt good. "No, about an hour's worth."
"Care to wash up a little and take a break?"
Curt placed the glass on the table, put his hands on her hips, and kissed her. She tasted sweet like honey; her straight silky hair smelled faintly of lilacs. The maid returned his kiss gently and passionately.
"What kind of break?" "I was thinking perhaps a blowjob break; I could really use one of those, plus your dick looks so ready. Maybe later we can have a fuck break too. What do you think? Interested?"
"Ain't no doubt about that, Darlin'. Where's the washroom?"
He followed the maid's twitching ass from the back door, through the house to a luxurious bathroom with a large shower enclosed by frosted glass.
"Why don't you just put your dirty things in this towel and take a shower?"
Curt stripped and did as he was told. He watched her as she watched him peel of his shorts and have his dick spring free already erect. The maid left the bathroom and he took a refreshing shower, watching the dirt and grass clippings wash off his body. As he was rinsing off, the shower door opened and in stepped the naked maid. Her body could only be described as succulent. Her waist was narrow, but she had big tits and wide hips with a flat belly. Her mocha skin was evenly colored all over but for her large chocolate nipples. Her pussy was unshaven but when he touched it, it was soft and silky like the hair on her head.
As he touched her pussy, she let out a soft moan. Curt stroked her pussy again, but this time more firmly; her moan was louder. Curt cupped her pussy in his hand and began massaging her wetness. She grabbed on to his shoulder and rocked her hips while he rubbed her. Suddenly, she trembled from head to toe, let out a short sharp yell, then dropped into a squat. She put one hand on his ass and the other on his balls then began sucking and licking his cockhead. Water ran down the back of her head and he eased her face closer so she could get more of his cock in her sweet mouth. Her tongue was warm magic velvet and she knew how to use it. She licked hard and soft the flesh under the rim of his bulging cockhead. She ran her hands over his thighs and ass as she enthusiastically sucked. She hit all the right spots to get him hard and ready to cum.
Curt's knees wobbled; she was relentless, and he loved it. She sucked and licked and stroked him harder and faster once she sensed that he was getting ready to shoot his wad. His whole body stopped and shivered as he delivered his hot cum load into the back of her throat. She couldn't get enough; she moaned as she sucked harder, pulling every drop of semen from his shaft.
When she was done sucking, she stood up, turned around, and soaped her ass crack with thick liquid soap. Reaching between her legs she grabbed his cock and nestled it between her muscular butt cheeks. With her hand trapping his dick in the groove, she moved her ass up and down as she flexed her butt. "Oh, yeah that makes me hot," she said. Curt grunted and didn't argue. After the blowjob she just gave him, he would let her do about anything. If she wanted her butt cheeks fucked, then that's what he'd do.
"You're so nice baby, such a big, thick cock. It makes it all that much more fun to fuck." She slid her ass up and down his dick a few more times then looked over her shoulder. "I need you in my ass baby, it that okay? Would you mind fucking my ass? I haven't had a good ass fucking in a long time." Curt went from mahogany hard to diamond hard in a heartbeat. Did he want to fuck her ass? Does an Englishman like tea? Holy crap! He could hardly believe his ears!
"What's the matter," she asked. "You don't want to fuck my ass?"
"Oh, yeah, baby, I want to fuck your hot tight ass."
The maid smiled. "Good." She washed the soap off and spread hair conditioner all over his cock and her asshole. "Warm me up with your fingers, huh baby?"
Curt complied. He took his middle finger, coated it with conditioner, and massaged her asshole. The maid moaned the whole time, so he slipped it inside. At first he only went as far as his first knuckle, but then she pushed her ass into his hand so that he was in up to his middle knuckle. Slowly, he wiggled his finger and withdrew almost all the way before going back in again. The maid moaned and groaned with every stroke.
"Stop teasing me. I want your cock in my ass now," she said looking over he shoulder.
Not wanting to disappoint her, Curt spread the conditioner on his cockhead and gently pressed against her dark brown, puckered asshole. He felt her relax and practically suck his cock into her ass.
"Oh baby! You're sooooo big inside of me. Be gentle, go slow."
Curt grabbed her by the hips and slowly pushed his cock into her ass. He pushed an inch or so, came back a little then pushed more until he was buried to his balls in her ass. She was tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked. It was hot and slick and tight around the base of his cock, as if her ass was trying to milk him of his cum. Curt started pumping; he couldn't help it. As he pumped his cock in and out of her ass, the maid moaned louder and louder. Her moans were like cheers, egging him on, pleading for more. The more she moaned, the harder he fucked. The harder he fucked her tight ass, the more he moaned. He reached around with one hand and began massaging her clit and she went wild.
Her little moans came fast and hard; his grunts came fast and hard as he picked up the speed of his fucking. Suddenly he felt her body stiffen with orgasm. Three strokes later, he joined her, shooting hot cum into her ass. Slowly, he withdrew his fading hard-on until he pulled out with a little pop.
Quickly, she turned around and washed his cock.
"When's the next time the lawn has to be cut?" she asked.