Slutting It Up

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Surprise Fuck!

She stood back and admired the gleaming floorboards and spotless house. She had been working for hours to bring order to the house and it was perfect. Walking into the bathroom she took in her own appearance and the smear of dirt across her cheek and decided now it was her turn. Picking up her blackberry she scrolled to the local pizza deliver place and sent through an order for dinner and then glancing at the clock to note now long she had, she turned on the shower and shed her cleaning clothes.

Stepping into the steaming shower she felt the hot, hard water hit her face. Looking up she allowed the water to wash over her face and hair. Pushing her long dark hair back off her face she felt the water stream over her shoulders and onto her large, round breasts. Eyes closed as the water poured over her she reached forward and taking the soap in her right hand she started to work it over her body. Lathering up she worked her hands over her shoulders and arms and then over her breasts.

She started working her hands from under her breasts, up and around her hard nipples. Glancing across through the frameless glass shower at her image in the mirror she noticed how tanned and smooth her body was. She had long, toned limbs and just a dark landing strip of neatly trimmed pubes. Hot, she thought as she ran her hands down over her flat stomach and touched the top of her mound. As her fingers gently moved across her pubes, moving the skin of her mound up and down against her pubic bone and then across her cunt she dropped her head back and the ends of her hair brushed across her arse. She ran her fingers across the lips of her cunt and then, moving her legs slightly further apart, she allowed her middle finger to run along her slit, briefly touching her arse and then back to her clit. Working her clit with the tip of her finger she looked around and seeing her hairbrush on the vanity counter she opened the door of the shower and picked it up.

With her left foot on the edge of the bath and her left hand working her breasts she gently took the rounded handle of the brush and inserted it into her cunt. As a shiver ran up her she started to work the brush up and down and found her rhythm. “Holy fuck,” she moaned as she felt the muscles in her vag start to tense and relax in time with the brush. She worked it harder and slightly faster and felt that familiar heat start to build. As she felt her cunt taking over she glanced up to see a teenage boy in a pizza uniform standing at the open bathroom door with his mouth hanging open.

“Fuck,” he said, openly staring. “Is that part of the service?” she asked, easing the brush out of her cunt and standing upright. “Not usually,” he replied, already pulling his shirt over his head and dropping the pizza to the floor. Kicking his shoes off he unbuckled his belt and unzipping his jeans, dropped them to them floor. Pulling the frameless glass door open she stepped back against the wall of the shower and took in the tall, dark haired, naked youth in front of her. Longish hair, pale skin, hairless chest and as she dropped her eyes she took in his massive circumcised cock that was so erect it was pointing almost directly upward. Taking his cock in her hand she pulled him toward her and kissed him hard on the lips, working his cock with her hand. Without anymore foreplay she leant back against the wall, placed her right knee over the shower taps and pushed his cock deep into her cunt.

Taking his arse cheeks in her hands she showed him the rhythm she wanted and he pumped his cock into her hard. She looked into his eyes, he was there but not really and she kissed him, her tongue working deep into his mouth. She felt his hands on her tits and she knew she was ready to come. “Fuck me harder, faster,” she moaned and she felt the head of his cock as it hit hard inside her and then she shuddered and her cunt felt hot and good. Closing her eyes she lowered her leg and leant back against the tiles. The water continued still running over her. She opened her eyes and ran her hands down his chest and then out across his shoulders. His cock was still hard and he had started masturbating himself. She watched his hand as it worked along the thick shaft of his pink cock.

Kneeling she glanced up at him and then took his cock into her mouth. First sucking, licking and then moving her head up and down she took him deep into her throat. She felt his head hit the back of her throat and she resisted gagging. With his balls nestled in her right hand she spread her left hand over his arse and ran her little finger around the rim of his arse hole. He moaned and taking her shoulders in his hands he raised her up toward him. He was young, maybe 18. He looked into her eyes and then taking her shoulders he turned her away from him and took a firm hold of her hips. She leant forward with her forearms against the glass and rested her head on her arms. He ran his hands over her back and then plunged his penis into her vag from behind and started pumping her hard.

“Oh, yes,” she called out as he slapped up against her and his dick went deep into her. He picked up his pace and she felt his grip on her hips tighten and then she felt his hot sprog deep inside of her. She felt him gradually withdraw and then before she could stand she felt his tongue running up and down her slit as his hands held her arse cheeks apart. His nose brushed against her arse hole and then she felt his tongue running up and around her arse hole. Licking, pushing and his hand was between her legs and working her muff. His fingers were inside her cunt and his tongue was in her arse. “Fucking yeah,” she screamed out as his thumb started working her arse. Then she felt him stand and the head of his cock being rubbed up and down her slit and around her arse hole. As he worked his sprog across her arse hole she pushed her arse up against him and as his cock became hard again he started to ease the head into her arse.

“Slowly,” she murmured and as he gradually entered his cock into her super tight arse she worked her tits with one hand. With his dick half in her arse she could feel his excitement building and she pushed back on him hard so that his dick was fully inside her. She felt her arse split slightly but she wanted him inside her and she let him pump her until he blew his load inside her. She straightened up and he pulled her body against his, their wet skin touching and with her back against him he reached around and took her tits in his hands and started nuzzling and biting her neck and ear. She turned around and kissed him. Her arse hurt and her cunt felt raw and she was exhausted. “I have to go,” he said as he gazed at her fantastic breasts. “Thank you for the pizza,” she said as he stepped out of the shower. “Anytime,” he turned and smirked as he pulled his jeans over his wet legs.

-Melbourne Girl

The Jogger

I went for a jog down this country lane not far from where I live, and I ended up fucking this guy in the bushes. I love it when I’m hot and sweaty. Whenever I go jogging I always feel horny. I don’t wear anything underneath my tracksuit and it feels really sexy – my tits jiggling up and down. I sweat a lot when I’m jogging and it feels great when my tracksuit bottoms stick to my arse.

It was about three o’clock in the afternoon. I’d been jogging for about an hour or so, so you can imagine how hot and sweaty I was. I was really hot and sticky between my legs and at one stage I had to slip my hand down my tracksuit bottoms, give my wet pussy a wipe; it was really sticky and ruining my concentration.

Anyway, I was jogging down this country lane, and when I turned a bend I could see this bloke taking his dog for a walk. He heard me coming up behind him and stepped aside to let me pass. I couldn’t help notice he was looking at my tits. I gave him a smile, jogged past him, and when I glanced back I could see he was looking at my arse. He was so engrossed with my sweaty arse wobbling in my tracksuit bottoms he hadn’t even noticed I was looking round.

I slowed down and came to a halt, pretending I was out of breath. I bent over, hands on my knees, pretended I was getting my breath back. I could almost feel his eyes on my arse. I could hear him getting closer with his dog. I felt so horny I went and pushed my arse right out, proper stuck it out. I don’t know what made me do it. It’s just that I was overcome with this uncontrollable urge, this overpowering feeling of pure sexiness. I whipped my tracksuit bottoms down, exposed my arse in all its hot raw nakedness.

I looked over my shoulder. The poor guy didn’t know what to do. I straightened myself up and turned around to face him, my tracksuit bottoms around my ankles. I raised my tracksuit top till my wet muff was on full display. It felt really nice like, you know, the cool air wafting across my wet bush.

So anyway, he was just standing there a few feet away, mouth agape, eyes popping out of his head. I told him I was hot and sticky, slowly running my fingers back and to over my pussy lips. I glanced down between his legs and he was sporting this fucking huge erection in his pants.

I told him to tie his dog to the fence so we could get down to some hot shagging in the bushes. He didn’t make a move, he just stood there staring at my cunt. I took his dog from him, tied it to the fence. It was a harmless looking thing. I think it was more frightened of me than I was of it, poor thing. My hairy cunt was more frightening than that.

So I tied it to the fence (the dog, not my hairy cunt), then went back to the guy, took him by the hand and led him to the bushes. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him, I’m telling you. You should’ve seen his face. I assured him that it was and started to undo his pants.

I told him that jogging makes me feel dead sexy, told him how it turns me on, told him that when I’m feeling like this I’ve just got to have a shag, didn’t matter who with. And that was the truth. Even if I bumped into John McCririck I’d drop my knickers and bend over. My pussy needed cock real bad. I told him. It was as simple as that. He just happened to be there, so it was with him that I was going to fuck.

I removed his trousers and boxers. He seemed a little nervous, which was understandable I suppose. He started looking round to see if anybody was coming. There was nobody about. Wouldn’t have made any difference to me if there was; I’ve had sex in public before with people watching.

So anyway, like I said, I whipped his boxers down and it sprang right up, 7 or 8 inches of rampant cock. I’ve had some cock in my time but this one was really big, I’m telling you – not only long, but fuck me, we’re talking proper fat. I went down on it, licking the shaft and the enormous head. In the bushes I swallowed his cock, deep-throating him. Made him proper groan I did, his dog barking in the background.

I slipped my mouth from his cock and took him in hand, wanking him nice and slow. His knob-juice, it was all over my hand. I gave his cock a good hard rubbing. He was loving it. I then rose to my feet and straddled him, straddled his cock, his hands sliding under my tracksuit top, grabbing my sweaty tits. We just fucked like crazy in the bushes. It was amazing.

We started thrusting together, changing positions all the time, the bushes scratching our bodies as we humped and jerked. He now had my wet tracksuit off me. I was completely naked, my body soaked in sweat, the frantic shagging making me even more sticky.

I cried out loud.

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I wanted somebody to hear. His dog heard me. Its ears were proper pricked up. Poor dog, it looked proper confused. It started barking. I wanted it to bark louder, attract attention.

We were both standing, me and the bloke, fucking in the bushes, face to face. His cock was deep inside me, hammering away, shagging my cunt for all it was worth. He grabbed hold of my sweaty arse and pulled me into him, plunging deeper and deeper. I groaned in pure ecstasy as he fucked me senseless. My wetness, it was dripping down my legs. He increased his pace, fucked me harder, deeper. The dog was howling. I was nearly there. Deeper, deeper he thrust, my cunt proper tight around his cock. He slammed right into me and I started my orgasm. I tried to hold it back but I couldn’t. I cum and my cunt milked the spunk from his balls. I felt his whole body stiffen and tense, his cum flooding out of me.

We held on to each other, our bodies drenched in sweat. I was exhausted. Jogging and fucking – the best exercise you can get.

-K. Taylor

Roommate - The Shower

Opening the door to our small apartment, I enter and head for the fridge to get a beer. sitting down at the table, I pour my beer into a glass and sip on it, oh so refreshing on a hot day.
I need to take a piss, so I head for the bathroom, as I open the door I see that my room mate is in the shower, but I need to go, so I take my cock out and go do my business, looking at the shape of my room-mate, behind the shower curtain, as I do. I finish my business and look at the shape of the body behind the curtain, my cock starts to harden a bit, Oh my what to do? I haven't known my room-mate very long, but I have notice his body as we relaxed in the apartment. It has been so hot in our apartment lately that, we worn very little and I got to see a lot of him. And I was wanting more then just some peeks of him and his skin.
As I watched him thru the curtain, I noticed that my cock had harden up more, with my thoughts.
Taking a nice deep breathe, I slipped my cloths off, my cock hard and sticking high in the air.
Moving to the back of the shower curtain, I rattled it a bit as I climbed into the shower, asking, as I did, if there was room for another? He turned to see me, his cock hanging semi hard, in front of him, I reached down and took his cock in my hand, he started to say something, but just leaned back against the shower wall, his cock getting harder with my strokes, as I stroked his cock I lean down and sucked on one of his nipples, it got erect almost as soon as I touched it.
I stop stroking him for a bit and grab his balls and rolled them in my hand, I take his hand as I play with his balls and put it on my cock, he strokes me as I roll his balls around, I am so hard now. I go back to stroking my room mate, I hear some nice soft moans coming from him, Oh I need to Play some more so I stop stroking him and take my cock from his hand.
I move in front of him, My cock next to his, I take my cock and rub in around his cock, sliding it up and under his cock shaft, back and fro I slide my Hard cock , pumping my cock into his. I finally ask if he was liking this, He says yes, I didn't think it could feel this good, I tell him it is only going to get better. I pinch both of his nipples as I ram my cock into his a few more times, I tell him to turn the shower off, and ram his cock a bit slower as he turns the shower off.
I am wanting to make it special for him, and I need to cum bad, my cock feeling ready to burst, he is still hard against the shower wall, I rub my cock around his some more, then put my cock head up to his cock head and rub them together, my need to cum almost there, I take my hand and start to jack off right next to his cock, he is watching my every move, as I let loose all my cum, most hitting on his cock but some around his belly, oh what a relief, I needed that so bad, but I need to finish my room mate, moving down to start licking his chest then down, to his belly, I stop long enough to lick up some of my cum I left on him, and on to his cock, soaked in my cum, I engulf his cock into my mouth taking as must of his cock as I could, his legs start to quiver and my mouth goes up and down his cock, gently then tighter and tighter, it was just a short time before , my room mate was blowing his first load of cum into my mouth, Gagging a bit as he blew his huge load of cum, pulling back a little, I took his cock in my hand and jacked the last bits of cum out of his cock onto my face.

-Anonymous

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The Wolf

I’m certain that when he first spotted me in the library on that blistering summer day he had a mistaken impression. I sat Indian-style on the hard wooden chair in my tank top, hair piled into a loose bun with a few curly strands framing my flushed cheeks, trendy glasses perched on the bridge of my nose, and bore into a thick book of metaphysics without looking up. I didn’t notice him, but he apparently noticed me.

As I scribbled a few notes onto my yellow legal pad, he approached, selecting the seat next to mine. He probably found me unremarkable and sensed that he’d be able to get a lot of work done if he was seated next to the average, studious looking girl.

“Do you mind?” he asked. I shook my head and flashed a demure, if brief smile at him before retreating back to my book.

Within seconds I could smell him. His musky, fresh scent drifted across the small canyon between our seats and settled into my nostrils, which flared reflexively, inhaling as if trying to allow a piece of him inside of me. I grew immediately self-conscious. Could he also smell me? Was I sweaty after an afternoon in the stifling library? If so, would that natural female aroma attract him? Could he smell the pheromones I must surely have been emitting? Did they make him want me? Was my hair cute in that slightly carefree sort of way, or did I look like a repressed librarian? Suddenly everything little thing I did became a big deal for me; the sound I made while clearing my throat, the slight gurgle from my nervous stomach, and the creaking of my wooden chair as I shifted nervously in my seat.

Within a very short time, I had gone from being completely immersed in the metaphysical philosophies of Bertrand Russell to being obsessed thinking about the reasonably attractive, incredibly sexy-smelling coed seated beside me. I could think of nothing except feeling his remarkably smooth triceps turning to jelly under my confident palms. I wanted to touch him everywhere. I wanted to drag my naked tits against his bare chest. I wanted to consume him. I wanted to break his heart.

I won’t bore you with the events of the next three hours. They aren’t remotely sexy or particularly interesting, but the beauty of that time is that it culminated in our stumbling back into my blessedly air-conditioned apartment ready to feed each other’s sexual appetites. My polite demeanor and quirky yet understated humor resulted in his having dubbed me, “lamb.” That was a myth I was determined to debunk. After all, a “lamb” would never have done the things to him that I was about to do. But a wolf would.

After a few minutes of deep kissing, in which our tongues greedily battled against one another’s, I pushed him back onto my bed. He looked at me as if he were taken by surprise that the unassuming little bookworm he had met in the library, his “lamb”, was actually a sexually ravenous wolf that might very well tear him apart and devour him at any moment. I pulled his board shorts down in one swift movement and tossed them aside to reveal a stiff, smooth and unshaven cock that effortlessly sprang to life.

“Mmmm,” I groaned at the sight of it pulsing between his thighs, “that’s lovely.”

He smiled, but said nothing. His eyes were fixated on me as I slowly raised my tank top across my toned midriff and allowed my ample breasts to fall free before slipping the shirt over my head and tossing it aside. His mouth was now agape and watering.

My hands reached out and enveloped his feet. Starting with his toes, I began massaging my way up, pushing my thumbs into his arches forcing him to groan with delight. I worked my way up, rubbing his calves, his knees, and his thighs, which began to tremble as he realized how perilously close I was to his scrotum. His hips pressed forward as if he were trying to force his magnificent cock into my palm, where he might have thought I’d give him an exquisite hand job. But I had other plans.

After sliding out of my panties, which were now wet with thick desire, I climbed up onto the bed and straddled him. I purposefully dragged my wet pussy along his leg, retracing the pathways of my hands.

“Close your eyes,” I commanded, feeling far bolder when he wasn’t watching. I also relished the power that I felt in being anonymous and mysterious. He acquiesced after taking one last, long look at my tanned, summer nakedness.

I positioned myself over his throbbing cock until it stretched to its full length against the crack. I could feel it knocking at the back door. Once again his hips arched forward, but this time, they did so repeatedly, rocking against me as if, had he persisted, his cock would magically find itself buried deep in one orifice or another. His hands found my hips and planted themselves there as if trying to gain leverage.

I grasped his hands and pulled them away, guiding them toward the iron bars of my headboard, which he now clutched, though they were a poor substitute for my soft hips and thighs. He gripped them so tightly that his fingers turned a sickly grayish-blue.

“Fuck me,” he groaned. His voice took me by surprise, but delighted me and fueled my increasingly sadistic sense of control.

“Not yet,” I smiled wickedly. I wanted his cock to ache to the point that he could no longer bear it. I wanted it to ooze with precum. I wanted to feel that precum dot my ass as his cock bounced against it. I wanted it to be so thick and voluminous that is literally dripped down his desperate shaft. His hips rocked more urgently and this muscular young man actually whimpered like prey about to submit to its predator.

I bounced lightly against his cock before falling forward and dragging my erect nipples across his chest. His mouth reflexively shot open, like an infant rooting for its mother’s milk. The repositioning of my body caused my slick pussy to slide against his cock and he nestled it between my raw, ravenous labia and my ass. I squeezed my kegel muscles as tightly as I could, pinching the rock-like dart between them, forcing him to pant. My desire mounted in response to the sounds of his pleasure. It was all I could do to maintain my control. I wanted to start fucking him until I had completely spent myself up, but I had so many tricks yet to play on my prey.

As a gesture of goodwill, and because it always drove me wild, I slid further forward and dipped my nipple into his open mouth. He instantly clamped down, licking, sucking and biting at it. The feel of his teeth gripping at it made me squeal and moan. My throaty emanations fueled his ferocity and he bit down even harder, causing my pussy to spasm. I reached down in a reciprocal move and rolled his erect nipples between my forefingers and thumbs, twisting and pulling at them. He found it hard to concentrate on sucking and biting at me as the machine-gun gasps of his hyperventilation consumed him.

Shifting once more, I ran my tongue across his cheek, into the ticklish curve where his neck met his shoulder, and across his perfectly formed pectorals. My mouth settled my debt with his, as I nibbled lightly at first, and then fully feasted upon his nipples, biting, licking and replaying all of the delicious tricks he had played on me. He released the headboard and reached around me toward his thick cock, covering the blood-filled purple head with his warm palm. He grunted like an animal.

“Come on, lamb,” he whimpered, “fuck my cock.”

I reached behind me and placed my hand over his, guiding it up and down along his rigid prick. I rolled off and lay beside him, covering his own hand once again to assure that he kept rubbing himself.

“Masturbate for me,” I said in a smoky voice that I had never heard before. It was sexy and commanding. I liked it. The seductive confidence that came through in that voice made me want to keep talking. My partner looked quizzical, as if I were crazy. We both knew how much better it would feel if I pleasured him, but my desire was being heightened by his obedience. “Do it,” I added sternly.

His left hand encircled his balls, pulling and rubbing them as his right hand spread the clear precum from his tip across his shaft and ran itself slowly up and down. I could see him pulsing his palm against himself and rocking his hips back and forth as if fucking an invisible lover. My wetness was beginning to spread onto my inner thighs and my pussy was filled with so much blood and desire that it actually hurt. Badly. It felt as if it were being dilated in preparation to receive a huge cock. My fingers worked at it, pressing and pulling at my clit, and rubbing the wet slit to ease the pain.

I leaned in toward his ear, barely brushing against it. He could feel and hear my shallow breathing and the slight vibration as I began to speak. Once again, the smoky, sexy voice spilled out in hushed whispers. “Does that feel good, baby?” I asked him as his masturbation intensified. He nodded, temporarily speechless.

“Would it feel good if I sucked it,” I added. “If I spread my hot mouth over it and milked it into my throat?”

“Jesus, fucking Christ,” was all he could say as his head pressed back into the mattress and his hips arched off the bed. His hand vigorously pumped his cock as sweat formed at his brow and across his chest. The sight of his slick body, trembling before me empowered me. This was all for me, and because of me.

“Would it?” I persisted. “Is that what you want? Should I suck your cock, baby?” He nodded, opening his eyes to shoot a desperate glance in my direction.

Before either of us could speak another word, his cock was pulsing against my warm tongue. I split my lips against the bulbous head of his erection, and sucked my way down his shaft until I had buried it deep into my throat. I could taste his precum, which by now was worked over the entire surface. His fingers were gripping at my hair, forcing me to face-fuck him, but I didn’t mind. I was still in control. It was my prey that was losing the battle of sexual wills.

I stopped sucking long enough to ask him, “I wonder if my pussy would feel any better gripping your cock. What do you think?”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

“Let’s see, shall we?” I added, as I remounted him. My legs straddled him and my wet pussy rested atop his stick straight cock, allowing nothing but the head to enter me. I pulsed my muscles and massaged his tip as I slid, in agonizingly slow fashion, down, down, down. When my painful cunt had finally swallowed all of him, I began riding him, beating my wet slit and ass against his pelvis. I screeched and squealed, while he moaned and grunted. It sounded as if someone were being murdered right there in my bed.

In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, allowing me to wrap my thighs tightly around his hips and hold him inside of me. My hands pressed against his chest, playing in the sparse amount of hair there and clawing at the exposed skin. The wolf was marking her territory.

My prey’s face suddenly contorted into a frozen grimace and he stopped fucking me. He struggled to keep his impending orgasm at bay but it was no use. I pumped the walls of my hot, wet pussy against him, to which he responded, “no, no, no…”

It was no use. He pulled his cock swiftly out of me just in time to shoot his pearly white load across my belly and tits. It was as if the prey had turned predator and was now marking his own territory. With any luck, that meant he’d be sniffing me out again soon. And I’d be waiting, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, to turn the tables and devour him.

-J. Reed

2 Girls, 1 Guy

Laying Kathryn on the bed Tom began to kiss her neck, gently nipping and running his tongue all over. Gradually Tom moved lower down Kathryn’s body running his tongue around her belly button. Tom slid his hand under Kathryn’s T-shirt and cupped her firm breasts. Gently he squeezed them, kneading them with his hands, and began to run his tongue back up her body. He then began to such her erect nipples. When he began nibbling her she began to moan softly and her breathing became quick and sharp.

Tom reached between Kathryn’s legs which were warm and moist; he began to gently caress her clit. Tom slid down Kathryn's body kissing it all the way and began to slurp up the juices that began to flow. Tom placed his fingers on Kathryn’s pussy and gently spread her lips apart. He then gently pressed his fingers and just as he was about to penetrate her she turned away and rolled on top of him.

She grabbed a blindfold from a nearby draw, placed it over his eyes and tied it behind his head. She then grabbed some scarves and tied him to the bed so that his arms were spread apart.

She then began to kiss him and then moved to his ear and began to nibble on his ear lobe, she whispered to him to relax and enjoy.

She gently began to squeeze his balls whilst kissing his upper torso, she moved her lips slowly down his body and began to lick the head of his cock, she licked the entire length of his shaft and then plunged his cock deep into her mouth. She began to suck harder than ever before and the pleasure was immense. Tom’s body began to buck as he neared an orgasm.

Then suddenly Kathryn stopped and it sounded like she left the room. A few minutes later and Tom heard Kathryn return. She climbed on top of him and guided his cock into her pussy. She began to raise and lower herself on him keeping a slow steady rhythm, she began to moan.

Tom felt something move over the top of him and before he could work it out it lowered onto his mouth. He could taste pussy. It couldn’t have been Kathryn as she was busy riding his cock. The taste was different to what he was used to and tasted good so he began to lick frantically. As he was doing this the pussy got wetter and wetter and he had to taste more so he forced his tongue inside.

Meanwhile Kathryn had quickened her pace and was moaning loudly.

The girl sitting on his face began to moan softly and her juices began to ooze out from between her legs covering his face in a warm sticky substance. She began to rock backwards and forwards forcing his tongue further inside her and Tom could hear both girls moaning loudly.

Tom felt himself building up to orgasm and within a few minutes he exploded inside Kathryn, both of them screamed with pleasure and Kathryn moved as fast as she could up and down filling her pussy with as much cum as she could.

Kathryn lifted herself off of Tom’s cock, at the same time the girl on his faced moved to.

Tom was straddled once again and he could feel a warm liquid covering his mouth. He realised that this was Kathryn and began to suck his own cum from her soaking wet pussy. Kathryn began to rock her body each time pouring more juices into his mouth.

The mystery person lowered themselves onto Tom’s cock slowly which had become rock hard again. This pussy was much tighter than Kathryn’s and he could here the girl gasp as his cock was slowly swallowed up. Tom began to pump his hips and his cock began to slide more freely inside.

Kathryn removed the blindfold and as his eyes adjusted to the light he saw Kathryn smiling at him as Tom looked around Kathryn he couldn’t believe his eyes, Sarah was completely naked and was bouncing up and down on his cock. Her dark brown hair was draped all over her face and she looked as though she was enjoying every minute. He could see her tits which were about the same size as Kathryn’s bouncing as she moved up and down. Looking further down her body he could see that her pussy was cleanly shaven and he could just see the beginning of her slit between her legs.

Kathryn and Sarah looked at each other and began to passionately kiss each other, and their tongues began to work away rolling together.

Kathryn untied Tom from the bed and as he stood up to stretch Sarah fell on top of Kathryn and she began to move slowly down her body until she reached her pussy. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick Kathryn’s crotch.

Seeing Sarah bent over with her bum in the air Tom could see her soaking pussy clearly. He placed his fingers deep inside her and proceeded to finger fuck her as fast as he could. Sarah’s breathing quickened and her body began to squirm, he pulled his fingers out just as she orgasmd and her cum squirted out of her pussy and covered Tom’s face. He then rammed his cock into her and began to thrust. He licked his fingers clean of Sarah’s pussy juice and fucked her as hard and as fast as he could. Sarah began to scream loudly and had a powerful orgasm, her body began to shake and she slammed her body against Tom’s as hard as she could so that he was very deep inside her. Tom filled her tight pussy with his cum and it began to pour out of her. Both girls started to moan, Sarah orgasmd first and Kathryn was not far behind.

The girls switched positions and Kathryn began to suck Sarah’s pussy and sucked out all the cum that she produced from the orgasm she just had. Tom now saw that Kathryn had her ass in the air and slammed his cock into her bum hole. Kathryn gasped with shock as Tom lent forward and inserted the length of his cock into her.

All three of them were now moaning and just as Tom was about to cum he pulled out from Kathryn’s ass and shoved his cock in Sarah’s mouth. She took all of his cum and swallowed. Tom and Sarah began to kiss and Tom could taste a mixture of his, Kathryn’s and Sarah’s cum.

Kathryn began to play with Tom’s bum and licked around his ass ring; she gradually pushed her finger and placed it in his bum. Slowly she moved it in and out and Tom began to moan softly. Tom felt his cock become stiffer and rolled onto his back. Both girls began to suck and lick his cock at the same time. He was ready to cum again and shot his load all over both of their faces.

They both looked at each other and began to lick the cum from each other. Once they were both clean all three lay on the bed next to each other on the bed and decided that they all had a great time and they should all meet up again sometime to do it again.

-Ash

Farm Hands

I’ll remember this day for the rest of my years. It was a hot day, not unlike any other here in rural Kansas. It was another bad year for crops; the source of our livelihood. Despite the drought we had hired on a farm hand. I couldn’t take care of our animals by myself, sustaining the injury I had sustained days previously.

The nearest town was a few miles away, a travel across the open prairie I dreaded. The only other problem I had with the small town was the rumors. They spread like wild fire. Everyone in town knew your business before you did. Our town was so small that if you blinked you’d miss it. A few stores dotted Main Street, one bank that handled all our monetary transactions, and two diners both run by local women of the town.

Today is Friday. I got up earlier than usual, dressed just as I usually did my arm still in a sling. I ate breakfast; this was one of the first mornings I had to cook for myself. I grabbed my keys and got in the truck, after cleaning up from breakfast. I drove out the long dusty road that made our driveway, turned onto another dusty dirt road that led to town. Another 30 miles until town, I turned on the radio. I traveled roughly five miles before the sun rose. The heat was to extreme already, I knew today was going to be a terrible day. I stopped the truck alongside the road. I put it in park as I hopped out the door.

I stood beside the truck, I took my clothes off. It was too hot and it was the only way I knew of to beat the heat, especially when the AC in the truck didn’t work. I piled my clothes in the center seat next to me. I climbed back into the cab. I shifted the vehicle into drive, after easing on to the road gently. I gunned it. I could go as fast as I wanted. The nearest house was 28 miles away, at the end of the road.

I sped across the plane at 70 MPH. The dust behind me was trailing for miles as I looked back in the mirror. I smiled as I slowed the truck down; I came to a complete stop far out of the reach of the dust cloud. I climbed out of the cab, redressed, in what would have been a few seconds if I weren’t handicapped. I sped back on to the road and traveled on the next two miles at a legal speed. I honked the horn as I drove by the nearest neighbor and the first house on the road.

I hit blacktop. I drove through town, observing whatever may be new. It had been nearly a month since I had been to town. Nothing much changed there were a few little things to be noted. I drove to the other side of town, a whopping three miles. The gas station, only gas station in town served as a bus stop anytime a bus came to town. I parked alongside the road as the people unloaded from the bus. Holding a sign I quickly drafted as I ate breakfast, I drew attention to myself. The guy who was to be our help walked over.

“Jace?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” He answered the Texan accent thick like syrup yet smooth like water.
“My name is Evan.”
“Nice to meet you.” He said as he extended his right hand.

After I shook his hand, I led him to the truck and we headed to the house.
“Got everything you’re going to need?” I asked.
“Yes sir.” He replied.
“Please don’t call me sir.” I asked.
“May I call you Evan then?”
“That’s fine, I just don’t like Sir, it makes me feel old.”
“Okay Evan.” He said my name like an odd taste on his tongue.

We drove out of town and onto the dirt road.
“So how old are you?” I asked.
“18.” He answered shyly.
“No reason to be shy Jace, you’re living in the same house on the same farm with me for a while, might as well get to know each other.”
“Sorry, this is just my first time being this far away from anyone I know.”

I had to admit that he was right. I also had to admit that he was sexy. His frame was something to be proud of. I knew I was going to enjoy seeing him every day and every night.
“Forgive me for being so brash but you’re handsome.”

He blushed. I hoped I didn’t make him more nervous.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I said making eye contact.
“It’s okay, you’re not too bad yourself.”

“Were you a football player or something?”
“I ran track and played soccer.” He answered.
“Do you still run?”
“On occasion.”

“You’re lucky then, out here you can run for a good distance without being bothered. Not trying to creep you out or anything, but the nearest house is about 30 miles from the farm.”
“Holy shit.” He swore.
“What?”
“Talk about privacy.”

“Oh, yeah. Out at the ranch you can run around naked if you want, no one there to complain. Not that anyone would complain” Realizing what I had just said, I blushed.
His gaze returned to the floor. I prayed I hadn’t said the wrong thing. The truck purred as my foot pressed on the accelerator, pushing it closer to the floor. Out across the prairie we went cruising at a blistering pace. After what seemed like an hour we were there. I turned up the drive and parked in front of the house.

“You want to see your room or the farm?”
“My room please.”
We walked into the house met by the chill of the AC it was heaven. I got chills.

“We’ll start here. This is the living room; the television is one of the only ways to contact the outside world. The phone is over there by the couch, another over in the kitchen. Follow me.”
We trekked all over the house exploring the place. When I showed him his room his eyes lit up. Our house was rather big and featured five bedrooms, each of modest size.”
“It’s huge.” He said as he turned around taking in the room.

“Yeah. You can put your clothes in the wardrobe over there. The closet has some junk in it. I can move it to the basement if you want.”
“I don’t have many clothes; don’t worry about the stuff in the closet.”
“Let me show you to the bathroom. Sorry to say but you’ll be sharing it with me.”
“That’s not a big problem.”

My room was directly next door. I choose to put him in this room just for that reason.
I opened the door leading from his room to the bathroom, “Don’t worry it locks. Towels and wash rags in are in this closet here.”
He seemed amazed by the house so far.

“If you’ll follow me.” I said as I opened the door on the other side of the bathroom, that lead to my room, “This is my room. If you need anything, anything at all just ask.”

My room, which I had cleaned the night prior, was spotless.
“If there isn’t anything to do I‘d like to retire to my room.”
“No problem, I’ll get you around dinner time.”
“Okay.”

“Do you have a computer or anything?” I asked.
“A laptop yeah.”
“Tell me when you get settled and I’ll hitch you up to the router.”
“Okay, if that’s not an issue.”
“It won’t be, I imagine you can use it to talk to your family back home.”
“Yeah, my mama will miss me for a little while.”

I closed the door connecting my room to the bathroom as he walked through his door. I needed some time alone for a few minutes. I just hoped that he didn’t need anything within the next 10 minutes. I locked both doors to my room, turned out the lights, logged onto my computer. I opened a porn site I frequented often. Images of men filled my eyes as my dick grew hard. My mind wandered from the men on the screen to the man in the next room. His accent was a major turn on. His respect for me as his employer was amazing. The only thing more amazing was his body. His arms were nicely muscled, not overly thick. His legs were clearly defined. I assumed he had a six pack, and that it was clearly defined.

His face was in a league all its own. His eyes were a sexy green; I could see what he was thinking. He wasn’t just shy, he was shy for a reason, but what was his reason? I wanted to find out, but later I had something else I needed to do.

My hand gripped my fabric engulfed erection. I was close, and I had barely made contact. As I slipped my pants from my thighs there was a knock at the door. Oh shit! I screamed in my head. As quietly as I could I pulled my pants up ignoring my throbbing prick as I tucked it into the waistband of my pants.

I opened the door rather slowly; it could only be one person.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I need to ask a favor of you.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s not a favor it’s more of a thing that you should know about me.”

“What’s that?” I asked, I was genuinely curious now.
“Evan, I understand if you look at me differently but. . . I thought you needed to know.”
“I don’t know anything, you haven’t told me anything.”
“I’m gay.”

“Well,” I said, his words echoed in my ears. I guess I took too long to reply.
“Evan, I’m sorry.”
“Why would you be sorry?” I asked.
“Just because.” His shyness returned.
“Jace, you couldn’t comprehend how I feel.”
“I could if you told me.”

I closed the distance between us, locking lips with him. My eager tongue thrashed around, trying to gain entrance. He denied.
“Evan, what. . .”
“I said you couldn’t comprehend how I felt. I may have just met you, but I like you.”
“Evan, I would like to get to know you better before things get too hasty.”

Good Lord, his voice had the same effect as nails on a chalkboard. The sound of him saying my name made my erection throb.
“Jace, to be honest with you. I’m bi.”
“I figured you were something other than straight in the truck when you told me I was handsome.”
“Well you are, I’m quite taken by your beauty.”

“I think I could get to know you better later, right now I wanna do this.”
He closed the distance between us. His lips met mine in an explosion of emotions. His tongue was doing the probing this time. I wrapped my arms around his slender waist, pulling him close like he was going to fly away at any moment. He broke the kiss and showed another of his dazzling smiles.

I gestured towards my crotch, “See what you do to me?”
Gesturing at his crotch, “The feeling is mutual.”

The idea of showing him my most private area, just after meeting him did strike me as odd, but I didn’t care I wanted him. I’m almost certain he was a bit reluctant as I grabbed the waist band of his shorts and drug them down to the floor beneath. His whitey-titeys strained with the bulging member trying to intrude in the conversation. The smell was unlike any other; Pure masculinity. I was on a high as I hooked my fingers in the underwear and tugged them down slowly to where the now lay. The floor’ on top of his pants.

His cock was amazing. The size of that thing made my eyes bulge. He had to have been part horse or something. His balls hung low in a tan hairless sack. His dick’s base rested on a bushy plot of black pubes. My hand met his shaft. I stroked, as I did he moaned a bit. I knew what I needed to do now.

I took the head of his erection into my mouth, being careful to avoid tearing his dick with my teeth. He moaned as his hips thrust forwards, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. The cutest part was that even his moans carried his accent. I was astounded by how much of his cock I could actually take into my mouth. I had half, of what I assumed was nine inches, in the back of my mouth and throat. I tried my best to tease his prick with my tongue. He moaned loudly. I wanted to moan, but the attempt was useless. I fondled one of his large ball sin my hand, rolling it between my fingers.

Despite my best attempts he withheld his load from me for a long time. Until finally his hips bucked wildly, choking on his cock I braced myself the best I could for what was to come. His load flooded my mouth and throat. I nearly choked with each passing rope of his tasty cum. I had never tasted anything that delicious before.

His cock shrunk in size, looking less daunting as it did. He watched as I swallowed his creamy load. He grinned. He motioned for me to stand up. I did. He got on his knees before me, my cock, still trapped in my pants, seething. My dick wanted release. I wanted release. I didn’t want it I needed it.

“Do you want to take this a step further?” I asked hesitantly.
“Maybe, after I repay you for the best blowjob I’ve ever had.” He answered, his face shown with excitement.

He took my hand to help me up. I kissed him, my teeth purposefully snagging his bottom lip as I pulled away. He was ready, and so was I. Jace got on his knees in front of me. My cock, still being smothered by the stressed denim was begging for his touch. The button of my pants sprang free, the work of his talented fingers. The zipper was just as easily overcome. My jeans slid down my legs slowly, too slowly.

My underwear bulged, my dick was waiting. His fingers found the waistband. He tore them down blistering fast, boy oh boy, he meant business. As my underwear lay at my ankles his mouth approached and engulfed my dick. I moaned in ecstasy as his tongue danced over the tip of my erection. He looked up at me; I saw nothing but lust in his green eyes.

I tousled his hair with my hand, the silky smooth brown locks parted for my fingers only to grasp them once more. My hand wandered down to his jawline. The appearance of slight stubble tickled my hand; course like sandpaper, yet smooth like cream. His mouthed formed an O shape as he accommodated my length and girth. I moaned again as his teeth lightly scrapped the top of my shaft, catching on my head. Wherever he was from, he must have had some practice. My head rolled back as I moaned his name Jace.

My breath caught in my throat, as my face flushed from the flames I felt devouring my body. I felt like I was on fire. His teeth lightly grated my dick once more; too much. My body tensed, my sight went blurry as he struck the final nerve. I came, shooting my load into his mouth. He milked every last drop out of me. He swallowed my load, loud gulps audible. He stood up, letting my spent dick escape the confines of his moist mouth. He kissed me deeply; I could taste a hint of something that hadn’t been there the last time we kissed; the taste of my own cum.

His lips moved from mine; his hot breath dancing on my skin. Damn, he was hot. The smile on his face was stunning; his teeth glistened in the dim light of the room. His lips waltzed up my jaw line. I moaned quietly, it was a barely audible whimper. His name escaped my lips; Jace. He took a step back. His body, no longer touching mine, begged for attention. The muscles rippled beneath his pale torso. His breaths were slow and relaxed, despite the hot air in the room.

I melted into him. My head resting on one of his strong shoulders. My ear, firmly pressed upon his shoulder, registered the sound of his heart. I felt my body shudder as I collapsed into his arms. I was his.
“Jace,” I asked, “Will you take me?”

“Only if you’ll have me, Evan.” Hearing his voice say my name the way it did, I knew he loved me.
“Of course, I’ll have you.”

He was all mine, and I his. We walked further into the bedroom, to the bed. He lay down on the bed. I lay beside him. I watched as his breaths deepened, his chest heaved with his breaths. I watched him sleep for a while, until, I myself fell asleep.

My dreams that night were full of images of him; his face in the moment of orgasmic agony, his muscles rippling beneath his skin; the sound of my name, with the tang of his accent. Even though I was asleep, I smiled. He was mine, and I hoped he would be for the rest of the time he was working here, and forever after.

-B. Markus

Not As Shy As I Thought

For our twentieth wedding anniversary my wife and I went away for a long weekend in a villa in a holiday village. As part of her anniversary present I bought her a massage treatment in the villa. She has always been fairly shy and she didn't seem that keen on the idea, however she agreed provided I was out of the villa at the time. So I entered the squash tournament which was on at the same time as her appointment and this seemed to satisfy her. Before going out, however, I adjusted the curtains in the bedroom so there was a tiny gap I could see through from outside.

The villa was surrounded by woods, so I went off to squash as promised but doubled back round to behind the villa and took up my position by the gap in the curtains. After about a quarter of an hour she appeared in the bedroom and began taking off her clothes. She the laid on the bed face downwards and covered her bum with a towel. A few moments later a guy entered the room. He would have been about thirty years old, wearing tracksuit bottoms and the corporate T-shirt. He was talking to her, but I couldn't hear what was being said. He put some oil onto his hands and then gently began massaging her back. She had her faced turned towards the window, but had her eyes closed. She looked very peaceful, almost asleep in fact! And for quite some time he just worked on her back, occasionally adding more oil to his hands.

It became quite boring and I began to wish I'd gone to the squash tournament after all. Eventually he moved to her legs. The towel still in place he worked on her feet, then her calves, then her thighs, doing each leg in turn. She remained motionless throughout. She said something and he removed the towel. He now started to massage more generally, covering her back and her legs, perhaps concentrating a little on her bum. And as this continued he seemed to concentrate more and more on her thighs and her bum. She shifted her position a bit and appeared to me to open her legs slightly, but from my vantage point I could hardly tell. Then I noticed that as one hand massaged the top of her back the other stayed around her bum. He just held his hand still and I noticed that gradually she began to rub herself against his hand. This was very slow at first but gradually it became clear that she was rubbing herself off on his hand. He was smiling, but her face still showed no sign of emotion.

Then he said something else and she turned over on the bed. I expected her shyness to be more apparent now but she lay on her back completely naked, eyes closed, whilst he seemed to examine her body, tracing his hands around her breasts and touching her face. He asked her something and she nodded. Then he removed his T-shirt. She opened her eyes, looked him over, smiled and closed her eyes again. I couldn't believe what was happening and I was starting to wonder how far this would go and how long the pretence of a massage would continue. As if to answer my question he went down to her feet, gently parted her legs further, knelt on the bed and put his head between her legs. And still she lay motionless as he went to work on her with his tongue. I was spellbound and realised that I had a raging erection.

After a couple of minutes he got off the bed and went round and started massaging her breasts and the top half of her body. And for a minute I thought maybe that was the extras over with. Then I noticed that she was massaging him through his tracksuit bottoms. He said something to her and she pulled the front down and his semi-erect cock sprang out. And without a thought she simply rolled her head over and put him into her mouth. And I thought of all the arguments we'd had over her refusal to perform oral on me and here she was sucking a complete stranger. And she was clearly really into it. He pushed his tracksuit bottoms to the floor and stepped out of them without disengaging. As she sucked for all she was worth he reached over and began to play her with his fingers. Her legs opened as wide as they would go. I had never seen her like this before, not even in the early days of our relationship. He pushed her back onto the bed, reached into his tracksuit pocket and pulled out a condom. She said something to him and he smiled, dropped the condom and knelt between her legs. Within seconds he was inside her and they were going like a pair of animals. As she reached her orgasm I could hear her through the double glazing! He was clearly getting close and after a few minutes he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her face and breasts. I knew this would spook her, because she has never liked me to cum on her but to my amazement she started to scoop it up with her fingers and put it in her mouth. He walked round the bed to her face and she immediately put him back in her mouth to clean up any last bit. Then within a few moments it was all over. He went out of the room and a few moments later she followed. And I was left standing at the window with a raging hard-on!

When I got in I asked her about the massage. She said it was 'ok'!! 

-Anonymous

My Girlfriend...and Her Sister!

It has been awhile since I have had a really great sexual experience.

I do have a steady girlfriend but she is the type of girl who will have sex but does not like it that much. It is not my fault, she just has some emotional problems and is not a very sexual person. Don't get me wrong, she is an extremely beautiful girl with golden blonde hair and an amazingly fit body. She is also great to be with but sexually, she is very frustrating.

I have been with her for almost two years and have got to know her mother and 18 year old sister very well. In fact her sister, Jaime, says she is totally comfortable with me, like a brother. I know this is true because of the way she walks around the house in her swimsuit without caring that I am there. (Most girls are very self conscious of their body at that age.) It is hard for me to be just as comfortable when she does this because her thong bikini is very revealing. This wouldn't matter much if she didn't have a gorgeous body. But she does. She is about 5'8" and 115 pounds. She has the most perfect long blonde hair and amazing tanned legs. They are so long that I can imagine the way the would wrap around me. Of course she doesn't help my sexual frustration when she wears the tiniest shorts that just barely show her lower butt cheeks. This girl has got to be perfect.

Over the last year I have spied on her while she watches T.V. on the couch with her legs spread open and her panties showing through the sides of her shorts. I knew that she was a very sexual 18 year old when she casually asked me one day why she had some very erotic dreams about a guy from her school.

Once when I was sick, I fell asleep at my girlfriends house. The door was open in my girlfriends room and Jaime had just finished taking a shower. She knew I was in the next room but thought that I was still asleep. She walked past the room topless and I caught a glimpse of her perfectly rounded firm breasts. I had always imagined that they would be great to grab a hold of and cum all over. Although I was sick, I still managed to grab a hold of my bulging cock as I came all over my girlfriends bed.

On another day I sat with my girlfriend on the couch and her sister was laying on the floor. I peeked out of the corner of my eye at Jaime's perfect ass that always gets me hard. It is the type of ass that is not big but not so small that is doesn't show through her short jean shorts.

I always dream of fucking her from behind. She then got up to go to the athroom. From where I was sitting, I could barely see the door of the bathroom around the hallway corner. Jaime must not have noticed this because she left the bathroom door open as she sat down on the toilet.

She must have thought that I was not going to get up and that I could not see her. I didn't want her to think that I was watching so I kept my head pointed towards the T.V. but stared with all my might out of the corner of my eye as she finished up. I thought this was great but my dick stiffened immediately when she stood up and faced towards me with her shorts at her knees as she wiped. For that 5 second period I saw what I always dreamed of.

Her bush was dark and neatly trimmed. Her hips were tan and she rotated them ever so slowly in my direction as she pulled her shorts back up. I instantly came in my pants at this gorgeous sight and focused my eyes back on the television as she walked back in the room, not knowing what she had done to me. Jaime wanted to sit on the couch so my girlfriend and I laid on the floor. Now I had become comfortable around both of these girls so I did like all guys do when watching T.V. and put my hand down my pants. I knew that Jaime could see my hand going down. I then lifted my hand upwards so my pants were pulled away from my waist, exposing my hard dick to anyone above me. Since I was laying down, Jaime was above me.

I knew she was watching television but kinda hoped she had looked down to see my big hard dick. I wanted to return the favor. I heard Jaime shift on the couch and I imagined that it was because she wanted a better view.

Just then my girlfriend, Susan, said she was going to run to the corner store to get a drink. I told her that I would rather watch this show and so she went by herself. Jaime got up and went into her room. I fondled my dick now that I was extremely turned on and was finally by myself.

Just when I was about to cum, Jaime sweet voice came from her room and was asking me to come and help her with something. I got up and walked toward her room. I noticed that her door was shut. I moved closer to the door and heard a faint buzzing sound. I waited curiously but then knocked on the door. Jaime very sensually asked me to come in. I almost died when I saw her almost naked body lying on the bed with a 12 inch vibrator.

She was only wearing some lace pink panties but they were scrunched to the side, exposing her love canal. The vibrator was halfway inserted and buzzing loudly. She moaned as she asked me to come closer. Confused but excited, I walked to the side of her bed. She left the vibrator inside her and used her hands to reach towards my crotch. Quickly, she ripped open the button fly of my jeans, and my rock hard dick sprang out. She cooed with pleasure.

Slowly she began to fondle my cock with her hands as the vibrator buzzed inside her. She then pulled me onto the bed and slowly positioned her mouth in front of my bulging cock. Her lips parted and her tongue moved up and down the sides and top of my dick. She then inserted my entire dick in her mouth and started to move wildly.

The vibrator was still buzzing and she was feeling the pleasure as she moved faster. I could feel her warm wet mouth take my entire dick as I began to cum. She didn't even flinch when I came into her mouth. She sucked harder and swallowed every ounce with erotic pleasure. Jaime then experienced a great orgasm from the vibrator and the excitement of sucking me off.

She moaned loud and clinched her hands on my ass. Jaime removed the vibrator and pulled me towards her. She then got on her hands and knees and begged me to fuck her from behind. I paused a moment, knowing that this was my girlfriends sister. But my dick throbbed at the sight of her ass awaiting my entry.

Before I could think another thought, Jaime pulled me into her and I quickly felt her warm pussy. It was wet and tight. I started to move as she moaned loudly. I moved closer to orgasm and so did she. The sex became more wild and then the door to the bedroom opened. When I turned around and saw the eyes of my girlfriend, my heart jumped. What had I done? Then I saw Susan slowly pull of her clothes and I saw her naked body move closer. She said "Jaime and I had been planning this for a long time. We always wanted to fuck a man at the same time."

I was in disbelief. My wildest dreams had come true. Susan moved onto the bed and got on to her hands and knees right next to Jaime. I pulled my hard dick out of Jaime and put it into Susan. Susan bucked wildly. Jaime then put her wet cunt in the face of Susan and Susan licked like a pro. Jaime's body moved wildly with her big tits bouncing as Susan ate her out. I fucked harder and after a few minutes of pleasure came inside my girlfriends wet pussy. She felt the cum squirt into her pelvis and she came at that very moment.

The excitement died down and I thought it was over. I was wrong. They laid me on my back and began to suck my cock. Usually I can not take this much in one day but I was so turned on that I still wanted more. They took turns sucking my dick and kissing each other. I looked up and noticed that they were also fingering each other. One would suck my balls as the other would move up and down my cock. I felt their long blonde hair on my body as they took my dick in their mouth. Then I just could not take anymore so I squeezed the bed and came with a mind blowing orgasm. Susan and Jaime shared the cum and it oozed down their faces and tits.

We then got dressed and went back to watching T.V. Their mother came home and asked what we had done all day. "Nothing much" we said in unison and the girls sneaked a sexy smile in my direction. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of my sexual encounter with these two and even more of their teenage friends.

-Anonymous

Maintenance Man

It had been a long day and I was especially tired. My new promotion to senior vice president was a wonderful career move and meant a lot more money, but it also meant a lot more stress. Long hours, bad food and no sex was taking its toll. Steve, my former boyfriend had lost patience and really, I didn't blame him at all. I was sounding like a broken record constantly telling him that my schedule would calm down and I'd have more free time. After a while he'd stopped buying it and I'd stopped trying to sell it. I was ready to let the relationship die. He annoyed me with his talk of marriage because I still liked my independence. However there was one thing I missed about him. The sex. It had become a little routine and predictable, but it was safe and it was a stress-reliever.

I put my head down on my desk and tried to think of how long it had been. Maybe three weeks? Still I loved my job and I loved my office. I loved the power and the control I had. I'd worked hard to get to this place in my career. The president was away a lot and didn't micro manage. I pretty much ran the place the way I wanted to. My life was everything I wanted, except for the sex part. My best friend Melissa was always trying to get me to go out with her. She made a good point. If I didn't get out every once in a while, how was I supposed to meet anyone? And, if I never met anyone, how would I ever get laid again?

As I thought through all these things I heard a noise at my office door. I looked up and saw a maintenance man standing there, leaning on his broom. He was watching me and smiling a crooked smile. “Creepy,” I thought and swiveled my chair so my back was to him. “I'm not sure who he thinks he is or who he thinks I am. He'd better be careful though,” I thought. “I can get him fired.”

I casually turned back around and he was gone. I decided to find out who he is and have his butt fired. Yes, my power was going to my head but I didn't care. I gathered my briefcase and papers for the next day and walked out of the office, closing the door firmly behind me.


Monday morning came at me like a freight train. The office was in turmoil because the president of my department had been caught in an affair with the CEO's wife. Not a good career move for him, but a great opportunity for me. I seized the chance and switched into high gear. Damage control, orders and plans for the week flew from my mouth as I commanded the room and the office. By the end of the day I'd successfully averted any public fallout from the crisis and had myself firmly entrenched as the go-to person for damage control. I'd spun the situation in my favor and was networking, politicking and schmoozing. It was hard work and I was exhausted. That night I once again found myself alone in my office with my head on my desk. Everyone had left hours ago and I was finishing paperwork but the day had gotten to me. I began to doze when I heard a noise. I looked up and saw the maintenance man from Friday night. He was leaning on his broom again and looking at me with that stupid crooked smile on his face.

I gave him a dirty look that should have put him in his place but instead he brazenly walked into my office.

“Can I help you?” I asked.

“I'm here to clean your office,” he said.

“Well, fine then,” I said. “Get on with it.”

As he began emptying the trash can, I walked to the windows that overlook the city. I had a great view of the lights and buildings yet I never took the time to enjoy it. I was aware of the maintenance man moving around the office behind me but I got lost in the lights. My mind began to roam and ended up back on the fact that it was now going on four weeks since I'd had sex. I found myself daydreaming a bit as I watched the maintenance man's reflection in the window. He was awfully nice looking. Blue eyes that crinkled at the edges, messy light brown hair and despite the overalls, I could tell he had a great body. Lean and muscular...

“Pretty, isn't it?”

“What?” I was startled. He was speaking to me. “What did you say?”

“I said, it's pretty isn't it? The view?” he said.

“Yes, it is,” I turned back away from him. I really didn't want to get into a conversation with this guy. He was nice looking and all, but I needed to keep him in his place. I made it a policy not to socialize with coworkers much less with the cleaning help. I returned to my daydream and tried to figure out a plan to get laid. While I thought, I kept watching him in the reflection in the glass. Damn he was good looking. Something about those blue eyes.

Hell, he's talking to me again.

“What?” I said while wondering why he couldn't seem to take a hint.

“I said, you look stressed tonight. Like maybe you had a really hard day. Hey, why are you still here this late? Why aren't you home with your husband? Or maybe your boyfriend?” he asked.

Okay, that was too far. “That's none of your business. Just clean my office and leave,” I said with as much authority as I could muster. Blue eyes or not maintenance man had no business asking me nosy questions like that.

“Sorry, didn't mean to offend,” he said as he reached down to the floor near me. “You've got some scraps of paper down here. Guess you missed the trash can?”

He was on the floor now, right at my feet. The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me and I felt a little warm. He was way too close and seemed to have no intention of moving away. I felt wetness between my legs and goosebumps on my arms. It didn't take this long to pick up a scrap of paper.

I stood still and looked down at maintenance man. He was only inches from the edge of my skirt and bare legs. Later Melissa would say that was the critical moment. She'd say that I looked at him for too long and my look was an invitation, or maybe not so much an invitation as it was an acceptance of his invitation. Either way apparently I sent a signal and of course, I did nothing to stop what happened next. Instead I relaxed for the first time in months.

He was very slow and almost cautious as his hand brushed the inside of my ankle. He cocked his head to one side with an eyebrow raised like he was asking if it was okay. I couldn't speak or do much of anything so I just looked out the window to the city below. I felt him stand, his hand moving gently, tickling the inside of my leg until he was standing behind me. He'd lifted my skirt in the back and his hand rested at the very top of the inside of my thigh. Then he pressed one forearm into my upper back so my face and breasts were pressed against the window. With his free hand he reached around and into the front of my panties. His legs were between mine and he scooted them outward. I could have moved, could have pushed him off but it would have taken more effort then I wanted to give. His fingers worked quickly but smoothly as he pulled my lips apart and stroked. Long, slow strokes from the back to the front. I moaned. I was already wet from him touching the inside of my leg and all those weeks without sex made me impatient. I moved a little, trying to encourage him to hurry up but instead he stopped. He cupped his hand firmly over my clit and held me hard.

“Stay still,” he whispered close to my ear. “This is my show. I'm in charge now. You'll do as I say.”

Normally that would have pissed me off but instead I just got wetter and hotter. It took all my will power but I obeyed and stood still. He continued to stroke me in that slow and rhythmic way until finally, I came. It was long and intense. My knees went weak and I leaned back into him. He held my waist as I sank to the floor. It had been forever since a man did that to me. The intensity was something I'd forgotten about. I couldn't remember the last time I was weak from an orgasm. I felt him move away from me and I rested my head on the wall. After a few minutes, I regained some composure and I stood to tell him this could never happen again and to insist on his discretion. But, he was gone. Nowhere to be found. There I stood in the middle of my office. My skirt around my waist and my panties around my knees. What a pickle. The president just got canned for sleeping around and here I am diddling the maintenance man in my own office.

“Seriously, you sort of asked for it,” Melissa said on the phone the next day. “I mean, you could have stopped him at any time and you didn't say or do anything. Don't feel bad Sammy. You obviously needed it and you'll probably never see him again. It was a one night stand, just with a cleaning guy!” Melissa laughed at me.

“Thanks for the encouragement,” I said. “My biggest concern is that he'll say something. Should I get him fired?”

“No, I wouldn't. Just don't hang around there so late anymore and in a few weeks it'll be like it never happened. You don't see him during the day do you?”

“No, I don't,” I said.

“Okay then. It's no biggie. Just whatever you do, don't do it again,” Melissa said.

“You're right. Good advice. Thanks sweetie. See you later, okay?”

“See you, bye,” she said and hung up.

Melissa wasn't just a good friend to party with, she was also a smart girl. She had wisdom and she cared about me. Her advice was good and I knew it. I absolutely needed to leave the office early that night. I knew this. I told myself this. But, I went about the day creating work for myself so I had no choice but to work late. I was curious to see if he'd come back and if he did, what would happen. Plus, I was still horny.

The last person finally left for the night and I settled into my usual late night routine of finishing paperwork and getting ready for the next day. I started work on a project I'd offered to do but I kept a close eye on the door. Every few minutes a thrill would run through my body and I had butterflies in my stomach. I felt like a school girl waiting for the boy I'm crushing on to walk by. I was being an idiot and gave myself a talking to. I had to remember that I'm the executive here. I'm the one in charge. When, and if, he comes back I'll just tell him what's what. In the middle of my rationale, I noticed him at the door again. My hands started shaking and all the intelligent reasoning I'd just gone through in my head flew out the window. I let my eyes lock onto his crystal blues.

“Hello,” he said.

I heard Melissa's voice in my head like a mantra. “Whatever you do, don't do it again, whatever you do, don't do it again.” She was right and I decided to be professional at all costs.

“Hello,” I said back. Then for good measure and show I was in charge, I told him, “You can finish what you started last night.”

He laughed and I about died. I couldn't believe I'd said that. “I mean the cleaning,” I said sounding so very lame.

He smiled and the eyes crinkled again. “No,” he said. “I think I'll finish the other project I started last night. I don't think the office is what's dirty.” He moved toward me.

Instinctively I said, “No, stop!”

He stopped and looked at me.

“I don't want to do this,” I said.

“Okay,” he said and turned to his cart. He began emptying the trash can then took glass cleaner to the streaks my hands and face had left on the window the night before.

I watched him for several minutes, deflated and disappointed. I wasn't sure what I wanted but I was pretty sure this wasn't it.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so harsh,” I said. “I'm not entirely certain that I don't want to do this...whatever this is.”

He looked at me. “You tell me, yes or no,” he said.

I hesitated for about a second then said yes.

“Come here,” he said.

I walked to him and stood before him. I was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He reached out gently and stroked my hair. Then his hands moved to the front of my blouse. He tore it open in one move.

“Oh!” I said as the move took my breath. He reached behind him and pulled out a knife. Now I was really alarmed and was getting ready to scream when in one quick, smooth move he cut the front of my bra. My breasts popped out and I was exposed. I leaned back towards my desk and braced myself with my hands.

He stood back looking at me, looking at my breasts for what seemed forever. Seconds passed and my nipples got harder and harder. I wanted to scream “just touch me!” but I knew from his reactions to my demands that this was his game and he'd do it his way and in his time. Finally he took both nipples in the very tips of his fingers. He squeezed so hard I thought he'd pull them off. When I didn't think I could stand it any longer, he released his hold for a moment. Then he started again, this time rolling and pressing them. He pulled and pinched hard, then gently, he tickled and teased. I felt my head roll back and closed my eyes. This is what people meant when they said the words “exquisite pain.” His touch burned through my nipples and breasts and straight to my insides. I shuddered and was stunned to realize an orgasm was building. I'd never had an orgasm from having my breasts touched, although to be fair, no one had ever touched me like this before either. After a few minutes of delicious pain, I felt the waves beginning and shuddered from head to toe. Maintenance man pushed me onto the desk and leaned over me.

He whispered, “Be ready for me tomorrow night. I don't want to have this discussion again.” Then he turned and left me laying there across my desk, breasts exposed, exhausted but happy.

“Oh my god! I can't believe you!” Melissa screamed into the phone the next day. “What are you doing? Sammy! You have lost your mind! Are you going to start dating this guy? What's his name? Are you going to hang around again tonight?”

She was mad. She was right, too. Everything she said was right. Did I expect a relationship with this guy? And, what was his name anyway? Who was he?

“And, do you know if you're safe? I mean what kind of guy does this? I'm worried about you, Sammy. Don't see him again, okay? Promise me, okay? It's just scary.”

When I finally got a word in edgewise I told Melissa that she was right and I knew she was right. I told her I honestly didn't know where this was going or what was going on. No, I didn't know anything about him, not even his name, but he was sweet. He was gentle and he was giving.

“You know, Melissa, he's done everything. He hasn't asked for anything for himself. It's all been about me. Do you know how long it's been since it's all been about me?”

As I spoke I realized that was the reason I was interested. Yes, it was hot but this man who had nothing to gain and nothing to lose chose to give me pleasure. I knew he was getting off on it too, I'm not an idiot. But, so what? Lots of guys get off on things a lot worse than giving a strange woman a variety pack of orgasms.

“So, what are you going to do?” Melissa demanded.

“I don't know” I said, and I really didn't know.

That night I was nervous. The sane, intelligent part of me knew this was crazy. I had no idea who this guy was or what he was up to. He took nothing for himself from these encounters. He didn't force himself, in fact just the opposite, yet I felt compelled to let him do whatever he wanted. I felt like I was out of control and would let him do anything without stopping him. This excited and scared me at the same time. And, to make it even worse, the more frightened I became, the more aroused I was. I was screwed.

No sooner did I complete that thought then he appeared. He stood in the doorway with something in his hand. I looked closely and when I realized what it was I shook my head “no” as I simultaneously got wet and hot.

“Don't tell me 'no,'” he said. “Remember, I told you to be ready for me.”

I nodded. I didn't have to stay. I didn't have to keep playing the game yet I'd made my choice. I struggled to breathe. “I'm just not sure,” I said.

“Well, I'm not going to beg. I'll leave and we're finished. You won't see me again,” he said as he turned and walked to the door.

Before I could stop myself, I called out. “No! Wait, come back.” Then I wanted to kick myself. No damn self control. Shit. He walked up to me and stood too close.

“I thought you were going to be ready tonight,” he said in a low growling voice.

“I wanted to be. I am,” I said. He was so intense.

“Yet, you weren't. Now, are we going to do this tonight or not?” he asked. “I won't force you to do anything. I need your permission you know.” He smiled that disarming smile again and waved the vibrator in front of me.

“So, what's it going to be?” he asked.

“Whatever,” I said, closing my eyes and raising my hands in surrender to whatever was going to happen.

With one hand he pushed me face down onto my desk. The edge of the desk hit a bit below my waist so that in heels my ass was elevated slightly. He scooted my legs apart with his feet and put one hand in the middle of my back. He pressed me into the desk so my face was turned sideways and my arms spread out. With his other hand he lifted my skirt above my waist. Then he reached into his back pocket and I could see him pull out the knife again. That part really did freak me out. This time he used it to cut my panties off.

“I've got to start wearing old underwear if you're going to keep this up,” I mumbled and he laughed. Ah, a sense of humor is a good thing.

By this point I was wet and ready and he played with the outside of my clit with the tip of the vibrator. He turned it on and let the buzzing tip tease me. He'd touch me, then move away but all the time I could hear the vibrations and I knew at any moment he'd touch me and leave it on me. He moved the vibrator's tip down to my clit then up to my ass. Back and forth he moved it. Each time he reached my ass he'd press it in just a little. I shuddered with the sensation. Slowly and steadily he kept moving the damn thing over my swollen, wet clit, then tease me by putting just the tip into my vagina, then my ass. Finally I couldn't take it any more and I yelled, “Just fuck me! Just do it now!” And, he stopped.

“You've forgotten who calls the shots here, haven't you?” he whispered into my ear.

I was pouring sweat, breathing hard and about out of my mind. In any other situation in the world, at every other time in my life I called the shots. I'd have told the son of a bitch to fuck me and do it now and any other guy would have complied. But, I knew maintenance man wouldn't do that. He moved away from me and I wanted to cry.

“Who calls the shots here?” he asked.

“You do,” I whimpered. I was still bent over the desk, trying not to sob.

“Here's what you're to do. Don't do it and I leave, okay?” he said.

“Ok,” I barely croaked out.

“Reach back and spread your ass cheeks. I want to see all of you.”

I did as I was told and felt him kneel behind me. Our other encounters had been with the light on but this time, with him right there, I felt like those were the brightest lights in the world.

He looked at me forever it seemed then he stood up.

“Stay like that, don't move,” he said.

Then he took the vibrator and ran it up and down me again. Starting at the hood of my clit and moving oh so slowly, he ended up back at my ass. Then, he did it again, then again, then again. My mind was exploding, I was shaking. There was nothing to me except clit, vagina and ass. Those were the only body parts I was aware of. That was all that existed of me.

When I thought I could handle it no more he moved the vibrator into my ass. Slowly but deep. He left it there, vibrating away deep inside of me with me holding my ass cheeks wide apart. I saw him step over to his coat and pull out another vibrator. He started it all over again with the new one. From my clit to my vagina, back and forth, teasing the hole with the tip, then back to my clit. All the while the vibrator in my ass buzzed away adding to my already shaky state and making me hornier rather than satisfied.

Finally he entered me with the second vibrator and began to fuck me with it. He used his other hand and fingered my clit. It didn't take long before I had the most earth-shattering orgasm I'd ever had. I'm not normally a screamer but that night, I screamed, glad we were in a deserted building where there were no neighbors to hear.

I was spent. I stayed on the desk because I feared my legs wouldn't work.

“Lay down here with me,” I said but I'd said it to an empty room. He'd left again just as he had the nights before. Left me half naked, butt in the air with vibrators buzzing on the floor around me.

I sat up and looked around. “Dammit.”

I didn't tell Melissa what happened that night. She would have freaked. But, she did get her wish. For the rest of that week and the one after that I left work at 6:00. I went home and stayed there. I don't know if maintenance man came back those nights. There was no sign of him in my office. I really enjoyed those nights and they were just what I needed but it couldn't continue. Eventually we'd have gotten caught then we'd both have lost our jobs. And, when it came right down to it, did we really have anything in common? We were very different people. He had a need to get off getting others off and controlling them and I had a need to have someone getting me off by controlling me. We fit well in that way but that's not enough to hold a relationship together. I decided to let him go and made a point of going out with Melissa more often. I'd find a guy I could talk to and relate to and then I'd teach him the things I learned from maintenance man.

A few months later I'd done just that. I met a great guy, smart, wealthy, career driven, not ready for marriage but still wanting a relationship. Things with Jeff were very good and our sex life was amazing. He was maintenance man in the bedroom and I was thrilled.

Most nights I was home at a decent hour and enjoyed my time with Jeff but occasionally I did have to work late. It was about four months after maintenance man and I was at the office finishing up some work. I finished and as I walked to the elevator I wondered about my maintenance man. Where was he? Had he gotten fired, or quit? Lost in thought I guess I hit the wrong button because the elevator stopped on the wrong floor.

When the doors opened I heard someone groaning like they were in pain. Without hesitation I moved quickly down the hall, looking into each office as I passed. Finally I rounded the corner and saw a woman, laying face down on her desk and maintenance man standing over her with a vibrator. He looked at me and smiled.

-C.Isabella

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